A Taste of College
Your essays have unearthed some great memories about the Nebraska Wesleyan experience. Add your voice to the conversation and compete for each issue’s prize.
And the winner is...
We asked for your food essays, and it seems appropriate to offer up two helpings here. Jeffrey Goldman and Mary Brindisi cooked up some treats and will receive gift certificates to Omaha Steaks for their efforts.
Coffeecake in bed
-Mary (Gardner) Brindisi ('73)
As a sophomore at Nebraska Wesleyan in the fall of 1970, I moved into the Alpha Gamma Delta house to a room on the third floor with my roommate, Peg (Kugler) Hurrell. We had bunk beds and I can’t remember why I ended up on the bottom bunk, but perhaps it was because Peg was slim and petite, and should one of us fall through the bed, her slight frame would cause less damage than mine.
We had sorority sisters prepare breakfasts for the house Monday through Friday, while two ladies prepared lunch and dinner during the day. Each evening Peg and sorority sister, Kathy Crotty, would make preparations for the following morning’s breakfast.
At night as Peg and I were tucked into our beds, we would discuss our day’s activities and always end with Peg giving me a detailed menu for what she and Kathy had set up for tomorrow’s breakfast. I gleefully went to sleep dreaming of cinnamon coffeecake or one other of their delectable delights.
At the Alpha Gam house, we moved every semester, so I lived in six different rooms (two rooms with Peg, with me in the bottom bunk each time). That sophomore year was the best ever as even though I am not a morning person, I went to bed each night already eager to get up the next morning to sample one of Peg and Kathy’s breakfasts.
P.S. I really love the Archways page, “Your Voice.” Our family lived next door to Alice (Conger) Knisely in Beatrice for over 30 years, and although I knew that her name was Alice, I never knew why she went by Sandy.
After reading her “What’s in a name?” essay in this summer’s issue, I now know the story behind the three Alices.
Dressed for dinner
-Jeffry Goldman ('69)
When I got to campus in the fall of 1967, I was one of a handful of students who transferred from the East Coast. As I recall, there were about eight of us who hung around together, all living in Plainsman Hall. We did everything as a group including Sunday dinner in the student center. At the time, male students were required to wear ties and suit jackets to dinner, so taking the code to heart we all showed up one afternoon wearing our best jeans, jackets, ties and undershirts.
We got some odd looks, but we were served with no questions asked.