Genie Hackenjos Kistler

After graduation I went on to Southwestern University and then got my "Mrs." degree. I worked for a time at the Houston Chronicle and subbed in the HISD for a bit before Sam and I moved to Glenwood Springs, CO. Over the years we also lived in Mtn. Home, AR, and Windsor, CO and I began work on my Master of Divinity degree at the Iliff School of Theology in 1976. We divorced in 1982.
I served as pastor for 5 congregations in the Dakotas (3 in ND and 2 in SD) from 1980 - 2010. Yes, it's cold, but the people are warm! I retired March 21, 2010 and was married March 27, 2010, so have had a busy spring!
I own a home in Hot Springs Village, AR and Gary has a farm here in Hartford, so we will probably develop into that breed known as "snow birds." In addition to ministry, I have been fortunate to have a large variety of travel opportunities, including 49 states, 8 Canadian provinces, Europe, Africa, Asia and Central America.
In 2006 I spent 3 weeks in Germany - on my own with a rental car - and had a blast! I visited a couple of friends and took my time seeing what the tour buses rush through. It was fabulous, and I discovered that my long-ago days in Frau Ruse's German classes at WHS were still serving me well!
Since our marriage Gary and I have been on 4 cruises (Alaska, Panama Canal, Mexican Riviera, and Norwegian Fjords -- all fabulous!
I enjoy reading and gardening. We adopted a Maltipoo in 2013 who is now 15 years old and joins us in our "aging mode."
I've made it back to Houston for several of the reunions, but find I've missed some important ones, so this is a great way to find about folks.

I edited the Tribune our last semester at Waltrip. It meant walking a fine line between the "fun" journalism of the Black Jr. High Banner and the "real world" of journalism for which the course was designed and to which Mrs. Early, the sponsor, was committed. So, some of the students thought the Tribune should include more "fun" and features. We complied on April 1 with an EXTRA composed entirely of lies and intrigue, and it was fun to watch, hear, and receive the responses! I never knew for sure how many students went running to the guidance counselors after they read that the number of credits for graduation had been increased - immediately!
On a more serious note, I also remember my Dad driving a carload of us to Rice University Stadium to hear/see President Kennedy the day before he was assassinated. For some, it was a way to get out of school for part of a day. Little did we know . . .