Macalester Means the World to Us - 50 Year Reunion - June 6-8, 2014

Various Memories

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My memories of Mac are many
Jim Haigh

I lived in Dayton and Kirk Halls and two years off campus, worked in the cafeteria and library, met many interesting people including some of the foreign journalists, nurses, trips to the river, Green Mill, Sarge’s, sports, mixers, and when we arrived at Mac in the fall of 1960 thy had built fences around the girls dorms which I never figured if that was to keep the guys out or the girls in, probably both, the majestic elm trees, convocation, and yes, Old Main.

Breakfast dress code
Louise Roome Klimoff

I liked being able to eat breakfast in PJ's and bath robe. I remember "the stacks" in the library and many an interesting conversation there in spite of trying to be invisibly sequestered there before an exam.

Blessed by many magnificent friends
Arthur (Bud) H. Ogle, Jr.

I met Donna, the love of my life, and Jesus, the purpose of my life, in high school but Mac taught me how to grow that love to include each and all of God's creation. Roomates Dave Crow, Don Gemberling, Julian Ako and Larry Demarest joined Donna in sustaining, inspiring and challenging me. Throughout our lives we continue to be blessed by many magnificent friends. The young people of Dayton Avenue Church, Mac's international students and great faculty and friends like professors Armajani, Dupre, Sayegh, Hill, Thompson, Adams, Mitau, Wigfield, Gustafson and Georgiana Palmer coaches Mosvick and Bolstorff, deans Kramer and Moy continue to teach and inspire me I have been working for peace and justice ever since, being privileged to work with Bill Coffin, John Israel, Martin Luther King, Nancy and Joe Gatlin, and George Rupp and so many others.

Far and away, four of the best years of my life
Richard Doerr

The four years I spent at Macalester were, far and away, four of the best years of my life. To have had such inspiring professors in all disciplines, to have had so many stimulating and insightful classes, to have had as classmates and friends students from all over the U.S. and the world, two trips taken to Mexico and my participation in the summer, 1963 SWAP program (Spain), there are just too many experiences of all kinds to enumerate here. But they all, in one way or another, enormously impacted and changed my life thereafter.

A few things stand out
Dorine Woseth Martinez

Dr. Mitau, Dr. Adams, Old Main, the big chairs and big windows in the library, the grill, chatting and studying in the off campus women's lounge, the bagpipers (walking by the field house & hearing the beginner bagpipers practicing!)

Collage of people
Judy Frazier Johnson

The wonderful laughs of Eunice Stanfield and Ann Boshen,

Jan Tank and her ultra blonde hair, Susie Beimers, Ardie Larson, Cindy Holley, Judy Bartosh, Marge Patrick, and so many others from Turck whom I remember fondly,

the grubby little café in the student union basement, being able to usher at Northrup and singing with the choir at Northrup, dances in Old Main, JoAnn Cummings and her beautiful singing voice, being lucky enough to travel to Istanbul via the SWAP program, unforgettable professors Blakely, Westermeier, and Walters, rooming with Marilyn H. and Carol H off campus during senior year, poaching the cat from the art department, and getting a terrific, liberal education---I remain grateful.

A few recollections
Margaret Thomas Human

I happily keep track of ‘old’ roommates (Bev Abraham, Alice Rotzel) as well as Susan Lundberg and Connie Eckhoff. Also recall details: Wally Hall with its eccentric housemothers, grace minutes, dreaded assigned seats in the dining hall, hilarious singing while working dish crew. Being asked what I wanted to be or do in 10 years by Dr. Dupre. Learning in Old Testament History that the Bible was passed down by oral tradition and had many sources. Watching Dr. Mitau explain dramatically that the world was NOT black and white, as he scribbled wildly on the black board. Listening to Jeanie Norris learn to play the bagpipes, beginning with the chanter alone. Living off-campus in the “Honor House” where Karen Kunzman wrote KK on her eggs in the fridge and someone sang, “Puff the Magic Dragon” in her sleep. Learning to ski at Lutsen. Picketing against apartheid at a St. Paul theater. Learning much from the psych professors… observing Dr Mink’s (cloned) preschooler, working one summer for Dr. Anne Pick, who taught me about basic research. (What happened to other Psych majors, like Karen Rogness?)

My hypnotic state
Kathleen Daniels Center

Another interesting evening came after I had been hypnotized by the campus doctor from our Psych Club. The suggestion was that I would be cured after I sat down, fell asleep & woke up. We had a Drama Chorus performance that night. I never sat down the entire evening!

My memories
Jean Mahle Sage

Lifelong friendships made. Dorm life. Great faculty and environment. Curfew and the Good Night kisses at 10PM and 12PM Really? Russ Wigfield's guidance to our well being and relationships. Swim meets for the guys. Title 9 unheard of for women. GRA and PE major, Synchronized Swimming was all their was for us to participate in. French fries and coke for breakfast at Sarge's. Typing papers on either Elite or Pica Royals depending on length needed.

Sandra C. Schramm Krough

  • Following an off-campus party our freshman year, 14 of us were arrested for underage drinking - not a proud moment but memorable.

  • I moved off campus sophomore year to 196 Vernon, Clara and Allen Pruden were "campus parents" for next three years.

  • Freshman year chapel was required - by senior year no longer required - confrontation was offered.

  • Following our sophomore year the theater (WWII quonset construction was torn down. When they started to throw out costumes, Jack Westin found a truck and the Eastside Theatre was born.

  • Theater activities were scarce. My advisor, Doug Hatfield, introduced me to Theater-In-the-Round. Community theater was a god send.

  • Senior yr - 1st "J" term - econ and theater went to NYC and Washington, DC (JFK grave site) by bus (underline this word)

  • Mary Gwen Owen- drama choros - classic lady - most unique

  • After watching the never ending games of bridge in the Grille, I vowed not to learn...until senior year. Good thing - night before graduation there was a storm - no power - bridge game at Pruden's ended at 2:30 a.m. We dried our hair next day in motel room of parents.

  • Best ever - memories of Art and Theatre students taking over the back room of the Grille for games of Botticelli - the artsy version of 20 questions.

  • MAC for me was magic time.

Mac memories that have stuck with me
Sara (aka Sally) Henderson Walker

  • learning to play bridge in "the grill" in the basement of Old Main ~~ sometimes when I should have been in class.
  • being a p.e. major with Pat Weisner and Dorothy Michel as my advisors, teachers, role models and mentors.
  • being a member of a jump rope team that performed around the Tri-Ciities
  • living at 196 Vernon St.~ an off campus, private home with 4 other girls, only after our freshman year in a dorm
  • the study sessions and study breaks we took to play cards and get food
  • the fresh baked cookies that would appear on the top of the piano as we climbed the stairs to our rooms
  • the winter snows that we trudged through to get to class and how beautiful the campus was then
  • babysitting (English prof.) Jack Patnode's baby daughter, Maude

What an artist should look like
Carol DeBoer-Langworthy

There we were, sipping coffee and discussing Art with an Art major in the original Grill in Old Main sometime in the early 1960s. My friend Anne Harbour recalls the conversation with Jerry Rudquist and that guy, Wayne E. Potratz. Wayne was defending that new artist, Andy Warhol, from their criticisms. Although Warhol’s art was different from Wayne’s, Wayne was going to mat for Warhol’s right to try new things.

At the time, even us kids from small towns in the Midwest knew what an artist should look like. Sort of like a Beatnik, right? If male, a sculptor had to have long straggly hair, wear a lot of black, smoke cigarettes and possibly other things, drink alcohol, curse, frown a lot and be generally wild. But here was someone who obviously had great talent and was organized, serious about studying German, and brought a lunch to school every day from home. Wayne was an Eagle Scout with a crewcut and squeaky-clean. There went all my stereotypes of The Artist.

I worked for and received a fine education
Barbara Black Baird

My earliest memory of my time at Macalester was a case of desperate homesickness, something I had never before (or since) experienced. The following four years were filled with interesting classes, great professors, and good friends. I was no A student, but I worked for and received a fine education.

Ever the same (except for the buildings)
Janice Dickinson

Buildings that were here when we were and/or are now gone or renovated:

  • Wallace Hall no longer has an attic – it’s now rooms for students. I first lived in the attic of Wally in a private room (3 of us) and our own bath. The only drawback was any phone calls that came for us were on the third floor so we had to be called down. Now students have cell phones and I think the hall phones are gone.
  • Old Library – now the administration hall with offices
  • East Old Main with grille and the breezeway to get to the Little Theater – now the DeWitt Wallace Library (new library just celebrated its 25 anniversary). Place where faculty offices were, some classrooms (“Wild Bill” and his literature class), the women’s commuter lounge; classes for typing (remember those)
  • The Grille in the basement of East Old Main with those delicious custard filled donuts, coffee, conversation, bridge games
  • Student Union – now Ruth Stricker Dayton Campus Center. The guys and off campus students ate in the grille with those punch books that never lasted the entire semester, the bookstore in the corner, and the po’s where you went every day to check you spo! Cochran Lounge upstairs where you could study, relax, enjoy concerts, dances, talks, etc. Offices on the upper level. Political Emphasis Week held there
  • Little Theater – now Janet Wallace Fine Arts Center. Beginning construction of this during our senior year. The theater for our productions, offices, the language lab where you could fall asleep listening to the tapes.
  • International Center – now the President’s Home. The meals and receptions for the visiting lectures for the WPI journalists; receptions and dinners for international students; offices for the staff and the attic area where Harry Morgan and his family lived.

Finding my passion
Anne Harbour

Halfway through my last year at Macalester I researched potential careers for English majors who did not want to teach and chose publishing, having visited the editorial offices at Better Homes & Gardens. A few months later, Ray Livingston asked me what I planned to do, when I was able to reply, 'Go into publishing.' He promised to introduce me to his editor at the University of Minnesota Press. By sheer good luck, his editor had just lost her assistant to the Peace Corps. I began my new job immediately, attending classes mornings and working afternoons early graduation in August 1963.

Predicting the Lunch Menu
Gail Dufelmeier Stremel

I remember they only served spaghetti for lunch when I wore a white blouse.

President's Tea
Gail Dufelmeier Stremel

I remember wearing white gloves to the president's tea for incoming freshmen.

Frozen Hair Style
Gail Dufelmeier Stremel

I remember when the winter swim class was at 8 am, there were no hair dryers and my hair froze as I walked back to Wally.

Sarge's Scot Stop
Mark Nelson

Also Sarge's Scot Stop where I liked to play pinball and hang out.

Motivation From a Wheaties Cover
Mark Nelson

I remember the guest speakers we had in the old gym like Ogden Nash, a Mark Twain impersonator and the guy that made the cover of a Wheaties box as a pole vaulter who talked on motivation.

Work and play
David Ranheim

I remember doing the twist to Chubby Checker’s music in the old Dayton Hall lounge and dressing up for the "formal dances" in the old Cochran Lounge. I also remember working as a cafeteria line cashier for the infamous "Miss G" in the basement of the old Student Union.

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