The death of our middle child, a beautiful bright and creative daughter named Lindsay, at age 36, in 2004 brought long-lasting grief and upheaval in our lives. We are grateful for our son, David, his two sons, Trent and Cole, and our daughter, Lisa and her five children between age 6 and 16. Deep friendships, participation in worship leading, choir, and teaching adults in my church have been life-giving, as have resettling and teaching ESL to refugee families form the Sudan, Iraq, and Egypt.
The excellence of my education at the University of Rochester continues to shape and influence my standards and values.
Favorite Memories: Good times on Gannett 3 freshman year, dating my husband John, my mom; Dorothy Witters and Cynthia Velepec in the Dean's office, watching football games, singing in the Women's Chorus, studying under Dr. Lincoln Canfield (Philology), and education classes junior and senior year.
- Marcia Witters Parker
Favorite Memories: A great engineering school, that preparted me well for my future profession. A responsible place to party and have a great time growing up, and I met my wife of 50 years at the University.
- Louis Montulli
Rough Start/Great Time
I took from the UR an education that changed the way I viewed and appreciated life, including my job although it wasn't directly related (another story) and dear friends that I will cherish always.
See you at the reunion!
- Jane Steinhilper Krebs
Walking through the smelly tunnel under the chemistry building.
Looking for mail in the P.O. Boxes on the way to
Cherry Coke at Todd Union. (and hearing Perry Como sing something about a ring)
Slow dancing to Misty at the GPI.
Pork chops at Cianno's (?)
Dishing up food in the cafeteria kitchen.
Studying in the carrels in the library.
Walking across the quad.
Biking to â�¦. Park, smelling the lilacs before we could see them, and at the top of the mound which held a reservoir, the chain link fence was covered with wisteria to match all those lilacs.
Walking underground from the dorm down to the music practice rooms to practice piano and the weekly bus ride to Eastman for lessons.
A modern dance master class from Merce Cunningham (?) which left our dorm hall reeking of Ben Gay.
Christmas decorations on the doors of the dorm hall and Johnny Mathis carols.
Trying to stay awake in Interrelations of Art, Music and History (?). The subject was interesting, but the lights were dim for slides and it was right after lunch!
Cold, cold dark winter.
- Marcia Verba (Bryan)
The band's "van" was a 1956 Cadillac hearse. We once took someone to the airport, and as he and his luggage emerged from the rear, a skycap could be heard to exclaim, "man, I never saw anybody walk out of the back of one of those!"
Typing divisional papers on stencils.
Any class or seminar that Dr. Ralph Kaufman taught.
The Men's Dining Hall's "mystery meat."
The post office's mail boxes (my combination was "A-J-D").
Smitty's barbecue restaurant's spare ribs with incendiary hot sauce.
Maury Weingarten's reaction to Larry Burd's red Corvette.
- Steve Price
The spark of physics being lit by Edwin Hafner with the first mimeographed edition of the post Sputnik advanced curriculum notes.
Meeting my roommate who said he is very flexible but don't touch his liquor.
Meeting Steve Price, Fred Kaplan, Dave Bernstein and Jerry Spector and playing folk music outside in good weather and noisily in the room annoying the neighbors. Also in the Women's dorm to entice candidates.
Going with Carl Zlatchin, Cathy Eisner, and Martha Rubin as representatives of the Student Government to sit-ins in Tennessee, hanging with the black protesters, watching a faculty member burn pigs in one school to study pain, and plying banjo with Reverend Jesse Jackson (before he was known) rehearsing a great boys quartet for a Carnegie hall fundraiser.
Raising a pet frog, Stocha Yamaguchi in the sinks, complete with natural environment of mud.
Sneaking a small frig into the dorm.
Eating at a Chinese restaurant downtown when the meal took 5 hours and well others to join us.
Going to Front street and buying pocket watches and being kicked out of stores that were fronts.
Playing blues music with Spider Jon Koerner in the dorm.
Making regular trips to Bennington in the hearse and meeting uncountable numbers of cool girls. Playing in the folk festival at Williams and wishing we were better.
Stealing furniture from the women's dorm.
Attempting to learn Russian on the beach and failing.
Becoming astounded at the all encompassing nature of complex variables.
Realizing that I couldn't make it in theoretical physics, but that experimental physics was the same a s failing physics.
Meeting Mike Aaron who had not only been to Russia but had be laid as well as plying banjo.
Pushing the iconoclasty so far as to skip taking my picture for the graduation yearbook.
Shooting coat hangers at the other dorms using big slingshots made with rubber tuping tied to our feet.
Hanging high voltage wires down the stair case to see who would touch them.
Seeing our upper classmate whose name I forgot leaving giant paper Mache elephants in the room.
Making an Easter Land type figure from apple wood in the sculpture class to give my girlfriend in Bennington. Actually having a naked model in art class...neat but most surprisingly I didn't have an erection.
Running freshman tract to get out of gym. Discus? almost nailed a runner.
Learning bridge in the student center basement cafe.
- Frederick Sachs
The Chemical Engineering program taught me how to get up early for those 8:00 AM classes.
- Jim Merkle
- Janet MacKenzie
One of my math professors had a wonderful way of beginning each class. I wish I could remember his name. The class was called Number Theory. Each morning at the beginning of class, he did a card trick which surprisingly related to the material we would learn that day. It was fun trying to figure out how.
My four years as a basketball player was very rewarding. The relationships I made will live with me forever. In the last few years I am saddened by the passing of Coach Lyle Brown and Bill Boothby. They were good friends and fine people. I remember a tournament in Bangor, Maine during the Christmas Holidays. It was the first one we won, and it was cold outside. Mike Berger was our star player, and has become a great lawyer and a good friend.
While at the U of R I joined a great fraternity. We were the DKEs. I was fortunate to be the president in 1962.
- Larry Long
- Elaine Primavera Kraus
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