Frizzed Out Days

Those were the days of high school, when people came for a short time and then quickly disappeared. Shortly after an earthquake in Nicaragua, there was a new girl in our class. She had been living in Nicaragua but her school was damaged so she was sent to El Salvador for a few months or to finish out the school year or something. She was Jewish and had white-blonde frizzy hair. I don't remember what her name was but she definitely was not Elizabeth Lobos, another classmate whose frizzy hair is more like dark brown and whose family owned the bread factory company whose delivery trucks should not be confused with those trucks that carried the Mennonite bread. I perhaps vaguely remember chatting with the Nicaraguan transfer outside of history class or else overhearing her talking or something but I don't remember anything else specific about her except maybe her parents were Israeli diplomats or at least something diplomatic. Perhaps Ivonne Chavez would remember this. Anyway, the Nicaragua trasnfer was not there for a very long time. Obviously the Nicaraguan transfer should not be confused with the Jewish daughter of the owner of the ice cream company, Estrella Polar (or was it the chocolate bar company Popeye?), who never attended our school but whose house was located next door to and adjacent to the mission house and Bible Institute. I personally never lived in that house. During the war those companies were severely affected by bombings and violence but I was gone by then so I don't really know anything about that. I only know that they were Jewish and had a daughter near our age because of something that Susie Stewart said. Otherwise, I never saw them or had any contact with them and have no clue what their story might be.