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 '63 - Reunion - June 7-9, 2013


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Many opportunitites
Alan J. Griffiths

I enjoyed very much my education and this gave me many opportunities for my future. I also was part of the football program when we had winning seasons.


A favorite stop
Margaret (Peggy) A. Lee Wall

A favorite stop was the corner of Grand and Snelling for ice cream.

Snow princess and snow storms
Patricia A. Pool Merrill

My freshman year I was elected to be the class snow princess. To reach my parents and tell them (and ask for a long white formal) I waited for hours to get the use of the phone in the "closet" second floor Wally Hall. Remember the huge snow storm we had? Everything was closed down. So all of us went out to play--I was miserable for days after with "whip lash."

Beautiful campus
Barbara C. McKenney Bryan

Lived off campus, but I remember the beautiful campus and walks to classes with friends.

Three wonderful years
Judith Geistfeld Bergen

Many good memories of my three years at Mac.

Friends I made
Tom W. Clarke

Most of my memories center around friends I made at Mac. Henry Pryor, Ben James, Dave Simpson, and Bill Powell are some with whom I have maintained contact over the years.

The Twist, favorite teachers, and turning 21
Jan Troost Call

I remember learning to do the Twist, and donating blood for the first time (in the union). What a great number of concerts we had (in the Field Hall?) - Chad Mitchell Trio, Kingston Trio, etc. Lots of English teachers: Patricia Kane (very touch), Jack Patnode (emcee for All College Gala) and F. Earl Ward reading over the loud speaker to a captive audience. When we reached the magic age of 21 - we celebrated with beers at the Green Mill.

Teaching and learning
Sharon Larson Nelson

After attending Jamestown College for two years and teaching 3rd and 4th graders at Cokato, MN, I enrolled at Macalester in 1961. I was very happy to return to college life after being "out in the world." I enjoyed participating in campus activities, making new friends, living in Turck/Summit House, and attending interesting classes. One of my favorite memories was being a leader for the Ambassadors for Friendship program. I had a wonderful six weeks traveling with four foreign students and another Mac student. I have kept in contact and visited three of the foreign students. Judy (Solum) Rosenquist and I wanted to teach in the same school district, so when employers came on campus to interview, we went together. They had to take both of us or neither one. The Hopkins School District took us up on it. (I don't think we could do this today.)

Roger Rich

Not a favorite memory, but one that stands out now, remember how everyone would be down to the Grille in the basement of Old Main playing cards and smoking. There was a lot of smoking back then.

Off campus women's lounge
Joanne DuBois

I lived only a mile and a half from Mac, so I wasn't a boarder. The OCWL (off campus women's lounge?) was my usual place to camp out between classes for four years.

Friendships for life
Henry Pryor

My closest friend is Tom Clarke who graduated in the class of 1963 and serves on the reunion committee. Even though we live far apart, he in Miles City, Mont., me, in the Twin Cities, we talk on the phone at least once a week and see each other often throughout the year. My freshman year roommate, Dave Simpson, was also the best man at my wedding. Sadly, Dave died nearly two years ago. I cherish these gifts of friendship because of Macalester.

Crawling through the organ pipes
Bonnie Butler Melzarek

Having transferred to Mac from Western Reserve University in Cleveland during my sophomore year, married with a baby and living in an apartment off-campus, I didn't have the opportunity to share the campus and dorm life, so my Mac memories are limited. I do remember though my Physics of Sound class and having to crawl through the organ pipes at House of Hope very pregnant with Baby #2 during my senior year and having a member in each of my classes nominated to take me to the hospital should labor begin prior to spring break when she was due.

Fun in and out of class
Josephine R. (Tuppin) Manderfeld Hauschild

Favorite memories include fun and laughs for three years on Bigelow 3 North with roommates and hall friends....also visits and conversation in the Grille....the formation of our "peer group" as juniors and seniors. Although I recognized later the quality education I received, while there I mostly enjoyed myself in and out of class.

Just talking and laughing
O. D. (Oscar D.) Hauschild

Probably my best memories are of hours (underlined) as a "Grille" with Van Straaten and others just talking and laughing. Also living in the dorm and all the odd things one does "because it seemed like a good idea at the time." Also the cribbage games that went on for days.

But, above all…
Wayne Brezina

My favorite memory of Macalester would, of course, be meeting Carol. In addition, there were the great cultural opportunities, Canadian-American Conference, Political Emphasis Week, exposure to international students and issues, and classes with Dr. Dodge, Dr. Mitau, and the incomparable Dr. Hildegard Johnson. I also dabbled in theater at Mac and particularly remember a part as a repentant teenage sinner in “Dark of the Moon.” Friendships were made there that have lasted a lifetime, though we have spread all over the country.

Eight quick memories
Kay A. Thomas

There are so many, but here are a few:

  1. The many discussions about racial relations and the segregation happening in our own community and what we could do about it
  2. My experience on SPAN to Greece which opened up my life to the world beyond the U.S.
  3. Playing the ukulele for song fests in Wally Hall
  4. Selling SPANwiches in the dorms to make money for the trip to Greece
  5. The World Press Institute seminar and the many fabulous speakers we had teaching the journalist and the U.S. participants about American culture
  6. Painting the rock one night after hours
  7. Classes from Theodore Mitau and Dean Dupre
  8. Fishbowl at Wallace at midnight

So many memories…
Linda Bentroth Thomson

Weekend breakfasts of sweet rolls (with butter) warmed on the grill at the corner drugstore.

As a very green freshman, rooming on 1st floor Turck Hall on a predominantly upper class floor. Mary Ann Niska and other sophomores teaching me how to smoke in the Smoker. Did I mention swearing?

Managing to graduate while avoiding math and hardcore science courses.

Getting the sweet job of working in the Book Store. Remember when tobacco companies gave away little sample packs of cigarettes?

Feeling cool hanging out in the Grille, listening to upper-class students having political discussions or critiquing the Administration. Wishing I drank coffee.

Keek Sugarawa relishing a late-night Summit House snack of eel and rice.

Aceing Social Dance class doing the Cha-Cha with VanStratten.

Bonfires marking the start of Homecoming activities.

Having a pair of Papagallo shoes like the cheerleaders wore.

Having a Borgana (synthetic fur) jacket borrowed and worn by many Turck Hall residents for “big dates.”

Toastmistress meetings in the basement of the President’s House.

Surviving a diamond ski run at Lutsen when still a bunny hill skier at Snow Weekend. Who knew what black diamonds meant?

Hiring accounting ace Gary Gustafson to tutor me through Accounting so I could graduate.

Pow-wows (beer drinking parties) at Warren Kelly’s father’s land in that rural, distant area called Burnsville.

River bank parties at the end of Summit Avenue.

Singing camp-type songs and folk music at pow-wows.

Comparing failure notes with Yolanda Ridley after flunking out at freshman mixer dances. She saying, “You think you have problems getting asked to dance!”

The striking appearance and voice of Kofi Annan at Political Emphasis week.

The feeling of fear our senior year after a woman was killed in her Highland Park home.

Stuffing rooms with scrunched newspaper in Turck until it was declared a fire hazard when the removed newspaper filled up the trash chutes.

Taking a bus to men’s dorm open houses at the University of Minnesota. Universally declared a social disaster by Mac women.

Making out in the "mush rush" at Turck when the lights went out for 5 minutes before curfew.

Thinking chewing “sen-sen” would mask the smell of liquor on our breath from the housemother when we signed in at night.

Thinking I was sick’n’tired of the sound of bagpipes until marching into graduation behind them and tearing up.

Embarking on a life of ministry at Mac
(Rev. Dr.) Patricia Sylvester Ross

My years at Macalester were some of my best years. I lived off campus but found a community of others who also lived off campus and we came to the campus early and stayed late to get as much as possible out of our time there. I remember especially political events, visits by leaders from all walks of life including authors - such as James Michener who spoke of the writing life in practical and inspiring ways, and Religion in Life Week. I remember especially the faculty. Elizabeth Leinbach taught me so much while patiently shepherding me through my Christian Education major. Dr. Mitau inspired a life-long interest in politics. Walter Wink "forced" me to finish my statistics class when I wanted to give up. I could not have asked for a better experience. Back in the day, graduate schools sent people around to recruit candidates for their schools. Theological Schools did this along with many others. Interested students were invited to sign up for interviews. A couple of my Christian Education major friends joined me in signing up to interview some representatives of the seminaries. In a couple of cases we were told that their policy was not to encourage women to apply because they filled slots that might better be filled by young men who would actually serve churches while it was their experience that young women tended to marry and thus "waste" their seminary training. We were at first amused and then angered by these responses - we decided to visit many of these recruiters. We did this for a lot of reasons but I, at least, found it interesting to see the uncomfortable looks on the faces of the men who tried to find reasons that we should not plan to go to seminary. Chicago Theological Seminary did not question my desire to attend seminary-and yes, I did marry a fellow student, but no, I did not "waste" my seminary training.