Class Note 1982
Issue
Jan-Feb 2020
Congratulations to Carol Davis on winning the Class Newsletter Editor of the Year Award during the annual class officers weekend in Hanover in September. The citation that Carol received states, “Your newsletters featured an engaging combination of classmate news and profiles, updates from your fellow class officers, and creative themed content—from ‘Dartmouth Sisters’ to a ‘Chat in the Hat’ interview between classmates. Each newsletter was chock-full of photos, including a 34-page spread featuring your 35th reunion, as well as images from mini-reunions, Homecoming, and your class’ service-themed virtual reunion tied to Dartmouth’s ‘Call to Serve.’ You celebrated your class’ success as Reunion Class of the Year, lifted up class leaders and achievements, and highlighted class projects.” Way to go, Carol! Other class officers in attendance that weekend included George Thompson, Mike Berg, Jon Baker, Matt Hoffman, and Martha Solis Turner.
One of the themes I would like to explore in this column leading up to our 40th reunion is memories from your first-year dormitory. To begin with, I randomly chose McLane and sent an email to everyone who lived there first year. Becki Ambrose writes: “McLane had a plethora of freshman because most upperclass people found a way to move ‘up campus’ after tiring of the long walk up the hill to get to class. Darren Cde Baca and Charles Williams lived in the room above mine. They were old buddies from their days on the Saint Ignatius football team. When we needed a diversion from our studies, we’d head upstairs to see what they were up to. Our favorite activity was to try to tackle them in the hallway. They’d get in their crouch and three or four of us would run the full length of the hall to try to topple them. We were usually unsuccessful. We would all be invigorated by the contact and then go back to our studies.”
Bill Prescott says: “I enjoyed the forest and the trees west of the River Cluster and the easy access to crew practices and beautiful runs on the upstream trail behind Tom Dent Cabin. Coming from drought-stricken California, with golden (i.e., light brown) hills and half-full reservoirs, I couldn’t get over the lush greenery and brimful river. As I recall, McLane itself was an architectural yawn, 1960s cinderblock stark economy throughout. Between that and its distance from classes, food, and other action, I felt envious of classmates living in charming old Mass, Streeter, New Hamp, as well as just about anywhere else on campus.”
And Jennifer Jones Cavenaugh shares: “I remember our resident advisor making us brownies, which I thought was awesome, and I ate quite a few of them. Next morning, when I saw the random highlights I had made in my copy of the Odyssey (that night’s homework), I realized that they were pot brownies.”
Wishing everyone happy holidays and a wonderful new year 2020—when most of us turn 60!
—David Eichman, 9004 Wonderland Ave., Los Angeles, CA 90046; dme4law@sbcglobal.net; Jenny Chandler Hauge, 3506 Idaho Ave., NW, Washington, DC 20016; jchandlerhauge@gmail.com
One of the themes I would like to explore in this column leading up to our 40th reunion is memories from your first-year dormitory. To begin with, I randomly chose McLane and sent an email to everyone who lived there first year. Becki Ambrose writes: “McLane had a plethora of freshman because most upperclass people found a way to move ‘up campus’ after tiring of the long walk up the hill to get to class. Darren Cde Baca and Charles Williams lived in the room above mine. They were old buddies from their days on the Saint Ignatius football team. When we needed a diversion from our studies, we’d head upstairs to see what they were up to. Our favorite activity was to try to tackle them in the hallway. They’d get in their crouch and three or four of us would run the full length of the hall to try to topple them. We were usually unsuccessful. We would all be invigorated by the contact and then go back to our studies.”
Bill Prescott says: “I enjoyed the forest and the trees west of the River Cluster and the easy access to crew practices and beautiful runs on the upstream trail behind Tom Dent Cabin. Coming from drought-stricken California, with golden (i.e., light brown) hills and half-full reservoirs, I couldn’t get over the lush greenery and brimful river. As I recall, McLane itself was an architectural yawn, 1960s cinderblock stark economy throughout. Between that and its distance from classes, food, and other action, I felt envious of classmates living in charming old Mass, Streeter, New Hamp, as well as just about anywhere else on campus.”
And Jennifer Jones Cavenaugh shares: “I remember our resident advisor making us brownies, which I thought was awesome, and I ate quite a few of them. Next morning, when I saw the random highlights I had made in my copy of the Odyssey (that night’s homework), I realized that they were pot brownies.”
Wishing everyone happy holidays and a wonderful new year 2020—when most of us turn 60!
—David Eichman, 9004 Wonderland Ave., Los Angeles, CA 90046; dme4law@sbcglobal.net; Jenny Chandler Hauge, 3506 Idaho Ave., NW, Washington, DC 20016; jchandlerhauge@gmail.com