Residence: Minneapolis, MN
Deceased: May 17, 2014
Jacqueline (Jackie) nѐe Tripp Alfonso, age 69 of Minneapolis and Northfield, MN. Passed away Saturday, May 17, surrounded by family & friends. Daughter, sister, cousin, miscegenist, mother, lover, grandmother. Reader, scholar, teacher, professor, philosopher, ethicist, classicist, linguist, Jungian, bibliophile. A Liberal, politician, feminist, protestor, advocate. A Botanist, farmer, goatherd, gardener, landscape designer, tree surgeon. Potter, poet, writer, gourmand, chef, saucier, Boulanger
from Phyl Reams ’67
As I write this, it is January 2017, and I have just returned from a weekend visit to New Orleans with David Hartley and his wife, Jane. We spent a fair amount of time in conversation about the past and the multiple ways in which our paths intertwined and what a big factor Jackie was for both of us in shaping that history. I was amazed by some of the things Dave shared that I never knew. For instance, I knew Jackie’s dad and loved him, but I never knew that Jack had a room in the basement with a huge music collection where students like Dave could go and hang out as a refuge from the campus. I knew Jackie at Carleton, but I was never part of the music scene so we were not close. The fall of 1965 I landed in Chicago at the SDS project in Uptown and needed a place to stay. Through mutual friends, I learned about the apartment on Sheffield where Jackie and future husband, Delio Alfonso, were living, along with a few other Carls from various classes and was fortunate that they had room for one more at the time. Living there was an incredible experience that enriched my life and broadened my scope of knowledge on many levels. Many colorful and fascinating characters passed through our lives in that space including lots of Carls who, I feel sure, have lots of wonderful stories to share. Our paths crossed again a few years later when Jackie and Delio were in Berkeley and I was living in San Jose. I only saw them a few times, but as always, they were hanging out with extraordinary people doing extraordinary things. Sadly, Delio was killed in a car accident not long after that and Jackie eventually ended up back in Minnesota, appropriately living on the West Bank and going to university, getting a degree in women’s studies if I remember correctly. I’m pretty sure she had a graduate degree as well. Jackie and I even did the back to the land thing about the same time although I was in Wisconsin and Jackie was in Shakopee so we didn’t see each other much during that time, but eventually we both ended up in South Minneapolis living only a few blocks from each other. Wherever Jackie lived, her home was always a hub for people to gather and they were always extraordinary people. She loved to garden and cook so there was always exotic food. She had a huge library of both books and vinyl and attracted artists, philosophers, and activists from every imaginable walk of life. Knowing her was an honor and a privilege that changed my life in ways beyond measure. Her presence on the planet is deeply missed.