
Chris Wood
Chris got her driver’s license two years before me. We spent a great deal of time in her Ford Prefect. She sometimes drove me to school. We spent many a lunch hour cruising in that Prefect, often with other friends along for the ride. Two of our favorite destinations were A & W Root Beer and Der Wienerschnitzel. We also did our share of partying on the weekends, sometimes hanging out at Shakey’s Pizza. She was so much fun to be with.
Chris was living in San Jose in 1993-1995, while I was attending graduate school at SJSU. She was a single mom of two young girls, Megan and Jamie. Although personal computers were rather new at the time, Chris had one, knew how to use it, and I didn’t. She helped me transform my graduate program assignments into presentable documents, and we had a great opportunity to catch up with one another during that period of time.
Chris was well-known for her deep love of animals. This love persisted for her entire life. The last time I saw her was 2009, on the eve of WGHS’s 40th reunion. I will never forget Chris, and I am thankful for the privilege of knowing her well. I can still hear the sound of her laughing.
Rest in peace, my sweet friend.
Jeri (Campagna) Scardina
Chris was one of my very best friends in high school. She was the first one of our friends to have a car and I remember the joy of getting a ride to school instead of walking. Chris was so beautiful with her copper red hair and deep brown eyes. She was a great cheerleader, always smiling or laughing. I remember smoking some weed with her behind our garage and getting the giggles. We couldn’t stop laughing! I left San Jose a year after we graduated from high school, and lost touch with Chris and many others. But she came to my wedding in 1973. I was in a cult at the time and only home for a few weeks, so didn’t see her for another 10 years, when I finally was free. She came to my house in Santa Cruz the evening before our 40th reunion and I was so happy to see her. I miss you Dear Friend. RIP. ????????????????
tribute by Sandy Holeman