1600 Grand Ave
St. Paul MN 55105
Rica J. Jensen Van
The dorm adventures in Wally Hall were often hilarious! Many dear friends resulted from those years of growing up together.
A wide variety of Macites
Jan Troost Call
I transferred to Mac in my junior year and roomed with Tuppin Manderfeld in Bigelow. Dorm life is a great way to interact with a wide variety of Macites. Tuppin and I lived off campus our senior year on Snelling Avenue. About that time, T. Eugene Thompson's wife was killed. We hoped there wasn't a psycho close to us.
Rebecca L. Hammond Krenke
I am so proud to say that I'm a Mac grad! I have fond memories of my four years in Wally Hall including great friends; a panty raid; Mrs. Meisel and Miss Follansbee; handymen Dick Hammond and Brian Nichols living in our basement (my roommate and I schemed to find ways to get them to our room to fix things we'd "broken"); and cooking weekend meals in a popcorn popper in our room. The bravest thing my roommate, Sue Ames, and I ever did was to paint the rock.
Sharing confidences with Judee
Carolyn Dirks Dunning
But one of my warm and fuzzy memories is of sitting fully clothed in the Summit House bathtub next to roommate Judee Johnson, our legs hanging over the side of the tub sharing confidences. Our third roommate, Lynn Wahlberg, was very disciplined and always went to bed early. Judee and I could be night owls and loved the cozy, if not really comfortable, privacy of the bathtub.
Penguin slides down Wally stairs and more
Patricia Boyd Thomas
I have many fun memories of life in Wally Hall! I bet I am not the only one to remember "Penguin slides" down the marble stairs, or serenades of "Don't Fence Me In" when the new iron fence went up. Surely others recall bats flying in open transoms, the lady who cleaned our dorm and always arrived very dressed up wearing a fox fur wrap and then changing to work clothes in her maids' closet, learning the twist, watching the news of the Cuban Missile Crisis on the sole t.v. in the basement and worrying if we should go home, boycotting theaters because they excluded blacks in their southern venues, Ricca's mom getting us professional hair dryer chairs for the dorm, etc. Won't it be fun catching up at the reunion?!
Summit House, Room 5
Mary Nussloch Nelson
Summit House on the corner of Snelling and Summit was a perfect ending for four freshmen who started out in Turck Hall all fresh and naive and who finished as seniors, all sophisticated and worldly. Room 5 was the master suite with plenty of room for four senior women, with two closets and a fireplace (although non-working). Susan Korpela Simpson and Barbara Lange Goldenstein were the teachers getting up early to student teach. Linda Bentroth Thomson and I could sleep a little later.
We maintained our contact through the years after graduation. There were our weddings, our get-togethers as young career people, our winter R&R's with kids at motels with pools, and our theater and travel outings together when out nest were empty. Sadly, we added the funerals of Suzy Korpela Simpson and Dave Simpson to our reasons to gather. We have our lasting friendships, shared memories, great laughs, and the support of each other. Thanks for the memories, Macalester!
Don't fence me in!
Joan Miller Cotter
I remember standing on the steps of Bigelow Hall with my fellow dorm residents singing "Don't Fence Me In." As I recall, the Dewitt Wallaces had decided that the women living in the three women's dorms needed to have a protective fence enclosing the block of dorms. No one protested the decision, because it was said that that might jeopardize a much larger donation to the college. So we sang our song and then made our peace with the black wrought-iron fence.