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Quad memories

For me everything seemed heightened on the Quad: seasons were more intense; laughter and tears were shared; friendships were easy; an unexpected telephone call, exciting; the glow of a streetlight cast a spell; a world, our world, was encapsulated. Our place — our own. Life was daily, and nightly on the Quad; but it was, somehow, timeless.

Emily Herring Wilson '61

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During the last week of classes as we prepared for final exams, we would hear the drone of Christmas music in the distance. Everyone rushed to the windows of rooms situated on the front side of the building, and opened them no matter what the weather. Students, maybe six or seven of them as best I can remember, playing brass instruments ..... French horn, trumpet, trombone ... wandered from building to building where they played Christmas songs. Everything was still and no one spoke. We just listened. The music, so crisp in the cold winter air and clear as a bell once the windows were open, was like a warm blanket on a cold night. The pressure of exams and studying disappeared for a moment; replaced by what lingers in my mind as a perfect memory. It is sweet and simple, quiet and pure.

I always wondered what it was like for those musicians whose efforts brought us so much joy. Looking up into the windows where the faces of students crowded to see. I have learned through the years that being the “giver” of a gift often leaves me so filled with happiness that I can't imagine the recipient being more blessed than I. I hope it was so for those generous souls who shared their gifts with us those nights in December in Greensboro, North Carolina. Sometimes I wish I could blink and return to those simpler times in my life. Instead, I close my eyes and return there for a moment in my mind. It always makes me smile.

Lynn Davies Pittman '79

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Old school

The photo reprinted on the inside back of the latest UNCG magazine was probably made the day that the sophomores got their class jackets. I think this was the day before Rat Day, but I am not sure. The Quad was for freshmen only then, and the sophomores paraded proudly through campus, I think ending in a gathering and bonfire on the Quad. I'm a '65 alumna and our jackets were navy. The colors rotated every four years, so that seniors my freshman year had gray jackets, juniors wore red, and sophomores had dark green. If this was made in the fall of '65, then those marchers would have again had green. Rat Day was usually quite mild; the worst I had to endure was carrying upperclassmen's books.

Sandra Whitener Jarrell '65

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The last page brought back many memories!! One tradition I remember fondly was the Daisy Chain at graduation prepared by the sister class of the graduates. I was in the Class of '59 and had a sister in the graduating Class of '57 so I participated in the Daisy Chain that year. We got up early the day before graduation and went to a field and picked daisies all morning. Brought them back and put together two big long flower chains of daisies and ivy which we stored in the cooler. On the day of graduation, we dressed in white and carried the Daisy Chain on our shoulders to Aycock Auditorium. The graduating class then walked between the two chains. Really pretty and impressive. Later we placed the chains on the lawn to read 5 7.

Unfortunately I do not have a picture but hope someone else does. Thanks for the “memory lane” page!

Nancy Cochran Windsor '59

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Life at the end of the rainbow

David Wilson's beautiful photograph of the rainbow over Foust Building in the latest Alumni Magazine revived some very special memories for me. I was Director of Accounting at UNCG (1964-69) with an office in Foust Building (then most commonly called “the Administration Building”). I met my future wife, Billie Neese, a rising senior in 1965-66, who worked there in the Registrar's Office. Since fraternizing with students was prohibited, we kept our budding romance under wraps until we became “officially” engaged in December 1965. We married in June 1966 shortly after Billie's graduation and we celebrated our 45th wedding anniversary this year. For me, Foust Building is much like the proverbial “end of the rainbow.”

Kennis R. Grogan

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Family history

After reading the very interesting article, “When Johnny Went Marching Home,” I wanted to add my bit of family history. My father, James S. Burch, wrote this story. I still have the traveling desk that George Harden used as sheriff when he traveled around the county. George Monroe Harden, 1836-1897, was sheriff of Orange County during the Civil War and after. James Scott Burch Jr., grandson of George Harden, wrote this story in 1977.

The Table Cloth

Twas near the end of the Civil War, when the opposing forces met west of “Durham's Crossing“ — near an old home now known as the “Bennett Place.”

The union forces were moving from Raleigh west and were waiting at “Durhams.”

The rebel forces were in and near Hillsborough. Their officers knew a conflict was imminent — and they were generally losing, and this encounter would likely result in surrender. He (General Johnston) knew there was hope, that a temporary truce might avoid a bloody and losing battle. So the Confederate General called on the sheriff (Orange County — seat Hillsborough) for some large piece of white cloth to use as a temporary truce flag.

My grandfather “Harden” was sheriff, having been formerly wounded and sent home to recuperate. So, he went to his home with the Northern group to get “something white.” He asked my grandmother, his wife — and she gave him a tablecloth. That was suitable, and the two “truce units” met at the old “Bennett Place.” The rest is history.

Cornelia Burch Holmes '61

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Making it right

At more than 40 years of alumnus status, I read the university magazine with gusto. It is a treasured link to memorable, formative times. The cover of the Fall 2011 issue was particularly engaging, not unlike those of The New Yorker which inspire in-depth and repeated viewings in order to catch as much humor and irony as possible. I was much bemused by the wall calendar shown which gave November thirty-one days, no doubt a frustration for the “neat” roommate who would have had low tolerance for such an error.

Richard Coffey '70

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Kathryn Holmes Galloway '06 is associate art director of the O'Henry magazine. I saw the piece about the other UNCG alumna being a part of the magazine, and I thought would be neat to show that two alumni are a part of it. Kathryn is also the graphic designer for Pinestraw, a similar magazine in Pinehurst.

Acey Holmes '03

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Another Curry story

I read with great interest your article about Curry School of Education (Fall 2010). I was a graduate in 1962. I have always believed Curry gave me the foundation for all these years.

Ann Cutter was a friend. I happened to be the first girl to take “Shop” so I had to smile again to be reminded of Ann's courage. I took advantage of that the following year. Thanks, Ann. And yes, it did go against the grain but it was the beginning of the '60s!

Curry was so unique. I feel blessed to have walked those hallowed halls for my nine years.

Thanks again for the smile and jarring some of my memories.

Kae Gorrell Rivenbark

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Editor's note: If you missed these stories from the Fall 2011 magazine, you can find them in the archives.

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