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Road Trips
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Laughing about a rural men’s “room”
On one of those famous “field trips” with Hildegard Binder Johnson, we tramped over hill, dale, ditches, gullies and difficult terrain on a very cold wet Saturday in late autumn. We were all wet, cold and tired before we found a place to have lunch. It was in a small town -- name forgotten. We were a fairly large group descending on them. Since we’d been up very early and hadn’t stopped until then, many of us needed the facilities. We women found the toilet an old style wooden board with tow hold in it with a roll of terrible toilet paper. It was both primitive and stinky. We noted the men laughing when they came back. On inquiry, turns out when they opened the door marked men, the found them selves back outside!
Lila (“Peggy”) Schneider Azad
Going to Omaha by train
For our 1957 Spring Break trip, Bea Gillitt, Jeanne Schram and I went with Jackie Schmitz to her home in Omaha -- on the train!
Nancy Knauff Waller
February ski breaks
I remember February ski breaks to Telemark.
Elizabeth (Liz) Smith
Learning how to water-ski
Tony Andersen ’57, his girlfriend and Ken Church and I stayed at Tony’s house on Summit Avenue the night of the all-college dance and arrived at the Anderson cabin at Deer Lake after the sun was well up. The rest of the ‘gang’ had been up there all night and started water-skiing at dawn (or attempting to). When the four of us arrived, we immediately donned suits and joined the group at the dock, where there were several people who had been unsuccessfully trying to get ‘up’ on the skis. I didn’t make any points with them when, with Tony’s instruction, I was ‘up’ on the first try, which was my very first experience with water-skiing. Of course the others had been partying all night while the four of us were well rested. I wonder if that made a difference?
Alice Presbey Heath Williamson
The big smelt fry
While we were doing a children’s play one spring, the smelt began to run in the rivers that empty into Lake Superior. Cast & crew took off one day for Duluth, spent some shivery time gathering buckets full of slithering little fishies and came back to St. Paul for a big smelt fry and a smashing performance of “Sleeping Beauty”. Ah, the tirelessness of youth!
Carol Smythe McClellan
That crazy all-night trip to Duluth
I also remember the crazy all-night trip to north of Duluth in a car over-loaded with theater students, after taking down the scenery at the end of a production, because, “The smelt are running!”
Barbara James Schue
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