Class Note 1990
Issue
Jan - Feb 2016
With the holidays upon us, I asked for your most memorable Dartmouth holiday experience.
Martin Stephan and Robin Plager Lapre wrote in separately with complementary memories. It was Thanksgiving our senior year, 1989. Martin wrote, “I was staying in Hanover and someone called me (woke me up, though it was probably mid-morning!) to say that Robin had been in an accident on the way home. I went to get her at a Vermont State Police barracks off of Route 91. She was, thankfully, unhurt, though her red Jeep was somehow dented on all four corners.” Robin continued the story in her email, “I managed to crash my jeep into the guard rail on I-91 about 90 miles south of Hanover in icy conditions. Martin drove down to where I was stranded, picked me up and brought me back to Hanover. We had EBA’s turkey sandwiches together for Thanksgiving. I will never forget that act of kindness.”
Rob Uhrig: “Returning from Virginia our junior year I got stuck in a pretty good snowstorm at the Manchester Airport. Eric Browne tried to pick me up but was thwarted by the drifts (even being from Maine). As the airport was closing I found a cab that would consider a one-way fare to Hanover. I only had $90 and the fare ended up being almost exactly that. I felt terrible for not being able to give more of a tip but will always remember the silence of the vacant, snow-swept freeways at 2 a.m.”
Edward Callaway: “I spent Thanksgiving of freshman year with Tim Guy’s boisterous, Irish Catholic family in Dover, New Hampshire. I was welcomed warmly and dinner was an educational and cultural experience that this Tennessee boy will never forget. Our senior year I returned early to Dartmouth after Christmas and joined a DOC trip that skied in to Stoddard Cabin in the College Grant for New Year’s Eve. We pulled sleds with all our gear, including guitars, mandolins, bouzoukis and banjos. What a memorable night of music and moose jaws!”
Julie Urda: “During my freshman year I bought holly berry and balsam candles and burned them in my room. Freshman fall was such a magical time with wonderful memories that come flooding back to this day whenever I smell holly berry and balsam around the holidays.”
Sue Domchek: “Anyone remember the overnight trip on the Vermonter down the eastern seaboard? The combination of a bunch of college students taking an overnight train and a ‘grandfathered’ drinking age of 18 (which I missed by a few months—not that it seemed to matter) was interesting, to say the least. I think quite a number of parents were a little surprised at the state of their offspring when they arrived home.”
Liz (Allen) Edgar: “A midnight, post-Thanksgiving train ride. I boarded just north of New York and quickly found a car full of Dartmouth people. There was an amazing sense of camaraderie and ‘homecoming’ even as we were leaving our families behind. It didn’t even matter that the heavy snow meant we got in about three hours late.”
Carolyn Choi: “Going home with Erika de Papp for Thanksgiving senior year. I think Amy Fulwyler was with us too. We spent all of vacation coloring maps for our geography class. I think I misunderstood the assignment.”
Gerrit Bradley: “Thanksgiving 1988 in Granada, Spain (language study abroad). Due to some regular pre-class sangria tasting our professor shifted our class from after lunch to first thing in the morning. Therefore, we were apprehensive about the toasts after a Thanksgiving meal of chicken, green beans and rice at her apartment. All went well, however.”
Greg Goldberg: “Great memories of spending several Thanksgivings and school breaks with both Rob Grossberg in Hartsdale, New York, and Adam Lichstein in Scarsdale, New York!”
—Walter Palmer, 87 South St., Rockport, MA 01966; palmerwalter@mac.com; Rob Crawford, 47 Black Oak Road, Weston, MA 02493; robertlcrawford@yahoo.com
Martin Stephan and Robin Plager Lapre wrote in separately with complementary memories. It was Thanksgiving our senior year, 1989. Martin wrote, “I was staying in Hanover and someone called me (woke me up, though it was probably mid-morning!) to say that Robin had been in an accident on the way home. I went to get her at a Vermont State Police barracks off of Route 91. She was, thankfully, unhurt, though her red Jeep was somehow dented on all four corners.” Robin continued the story in her email, “I managed to crash my jeep into the guard rail on I-91 about 90 miles south of Hanover in icy conditions. Martin drove down to where I was stranded, picked me up and brought me back to Hanover. We had EBA’s turkey sandwiches together for Thanksgiving. I will never forget that act of kindness.”
Rob Uhrig: “Returning from Virginia our junior year I got stuck in a pretty good snowstorm at the Manchester Airport. Eric Browne tried to pick me up but was thwarted by the drifts (even being from Maine). As the airport was closing I found a cab that would consider a one-way fare to Hanover. I only had $90 and the fare ended up being almost exactly that. I felt terrible for not being able to give more of a tip but will always remember the silence of the vacant, snow-swept freeways at 2 a.m.”
Edward Callaway: “I spent Thanksgiving of freshman year with Tim Guy’s boisterous, Irish Catholic family in Dover, New Hampshire. I was welcomed warmly and dinner was an educational and cultural experience that this Tennessee boy will never forget. Our senior year I returned early to Dartmouth after Christmas and joined a DOC trip that skied in to Stoddard Cabin in the College Grant for New Year’s Eve. We pulled sleds with all our gear, including guitars, mandolins, bouzoukis and banjos. What a memorable night of music and moose jaws!”
Julie Urda: “During my freshman year I bought holly berry and balsam candles and burned them in my room. Freshman fall was such a magical time with wonderful memories that come flooding back to this day whenever I smell holly berry and balsam around the holidays.”
Sue Domchek: “Anyone remember the overnight trip on the Vermonter down the eastern seaboard? The combination of a bunch of college students taking an overnight train and a ‘grandfathered’ drinking age of 18 (which I missed by a few months—not that it seemed to matter) was interesting, to say the least. I think quite a number of parents were a little surprised at the state of their offspring when they arrived home.”
Liz (Allen) Edgar: “A midnight, post-Thanksgiving train ride. I boarded just north of New York and quickly found a car full of Dartmouth people. There was an amazing sense of camaraderie and ‘homecoming’ even as we were leaving our families behind. It didn’t even matter that the heavy snow meant we got in about three hours late.”
Carolyn Choi: “Going home with Erika de Papp for Thanksgiving senior year. I think Amy Fulwyler was with us too. We spent all of vacation coloring maps for our geography class. I think I misunderstood the assignment.”
Gerrit Bradley: “Thanksgiving 1988 in Granada, Spain (language study abroad). Due to some regular pre-class sangria tasting our professor shifted our class from after lunch to first thing in the morning. Therefore, we were apprehensive about the toasts after a Thanksgiving meal of chicken, green beans and rice at her apartment. All went well, however.”
Greg Goldberg: “Great memories of spending several Thanksgivings and school breaks with both Rob Grossberg in Hartsdale, New York, and Adam Lichstein in Scarsdale, New York!”
—Walter Palmer, 87 South St., Rockport, MA 01966; palmerwalter@mac.com; Rob Crawford, 47 Black Oak Road, Weston, MA 02493; robertlcrawford@yahoo.com