I first became aware of the Dartmouth experience in 1980—42 years after the graduation of the amazing class of 1938. The first memory I have is that of the traditions associated not just with this class but Dartmouth in and of itself.

As they must, times change and what remains with all alumni is what encompassed their experience during four years, which could be classified as a subject or course that they took every day and, subsequently, took away with them on graduation day and has remained with them during the next 90 years. If you were a member of the class of ’38, this experience is interwoven with traditions. I was privileged in 1980 to go to my first college football game and, although I didn’t take away the memory of a winning team, I do remember a tender subject most especially with the older classes, that of the Dartmouth Indian. During half-time was this remarkable individual dancing on the field (not sure if it was to ensure we win the game?). This is one of the things we, as an older class, loved about Dartmouth—and it was with the deepest respect. I can see Eleazar Wheelock in a canoe “teaching” an Indian, and truly believe the connotation was to ensure that everyone receive an education. Funny how that same theme is still a priority today.

I bring this up not as an old wound, but rather, to note how different things mean different things to each of us. The class of 1938 gentlemen had, and continue to have, the greatest respect and admiration for Dear Old Dartmouth, as I believe all alumni have. The experience is with all of us forever—when preparing a resume, one of the first things that should be listed under “experience” or “education” should be, “I participated in the Dartmouth experience.” Imagine describing this experience to someone who has never heard of it—quite a challenge!

My greatest love of and for Dartmouth is my experience in being a part of this most wonderful class. It changed my life forever—and I wouldn’t change this for the world!

My thoughts and best wishes to the remaining members of the class of ’38 and the traditions that made them who they are and became a daily part of their life’s journey.

—Jean M. Francis, 2205 Boston Road, O139, Wilbraham, MA 01095