From
Joyce Levere Choate, '65
My best memories of Nasson are Dr. Ciullo's biology classes. We never
had more than six students in our classes, so it was almost like being
tutored! He made us work incredibly hard. Dr. Ciullo taught me the value
of high academic standards, and I think of him almost daily in teaching
my own science classes as well as in mentoring work that I do with other
teachers.
I also remember the "war" between Holmes and Glidden Halls
that ended with the Ex Lax truce, and of course Friday evenings at the
Pits!
From David Bean, '65
Distilling diethyl ether over an open flame (lucky to be alive!). The
Oak Hall v. Holmes Hall was or '64-'65.
From
Milton da Silva, '65
The friends that I made at Nasson, such as Doug Harvey, Herbert Mallard
and Robert Rosen. Also Cindy Eastwood.
I also have found memories of Professors Walker Connor, Ruth Mackay,
and Lillian Aiken.
Nasson College represents to me four years of good memories. Perhaps
the best four years of my life were spent at Nasson
College. I was overwhelmed with sadness, the first time I made a visit
to Nasson, after it had closed, and saw several buildings boarded up.
There must be a way to open up that college again.
From
Pauline Weiss Lodge Kennedy, '65
Lorraine Faye Jacobs Lamarre (married Andre Lamarre, class of 1963)
was my roommate, and Barbara Ann Reed Larkin (We still see each other)
and Carol Belcher were my suitemates. We had such great times together!
Although I stayed only one year, I visited often, since I married John
Lodge in January of '63, and he graduated in June of '63. My Aunt and
Uncle lived in Alfred, so I always spent time in the area. I especially
enjoyed Homecomings, visiting with old friends and their new families.
John and I divorced nearly 12 years ago, and I remarried 3 years ago,
to Earl Kennedy, who graduated from the University of Tennessee - I'm
now the Vols' biggest fan - I love football! I go to visit my mother
in New Hampshire every summer, and usually visit family friend Martha
Keefe on Oak Street, just across from the old campus. I also see Dick
Coggon '64, in Laconia, NH when I visit my mother. Would love to hear
from old friends - come visit in Florida! Does anyone know what happened
to Carol Belcher? Sadly, my dear friend, Lorraine Jacobs Lamarre passed
away a few years ago, after a long bout with cancer. Her husband, Andre
Lamarre, recently remarried and lives happily in New York. Barbara,
Andre, and I are all grandparents and proud of it!
From
Patrick Smith
I just stumbled on your website in stream of consciousness web surfing,
and I thought I'd drop a note. My father, Robert J. Smith, was a faculty
member in 1965 or 1966 when I was 3 or so. I have vivid memories of
riding my tricycle across the Nasson campus. I learned to ride a two-wheeler
nearby and probably terrorized the campus once I'd perfected my style.
From
Carlton "Red" Gibson, '66
Good friends -- good times and many lasting memories. My fondest memories
are of friends that I will never forget - Jim and Joyce Choate, Gary
Porter, Warren "The Dove" Hutchins, Joanne Morris, Joel Mitchell,
Sue Pitcher, Bob Johnson and so many more who's faces I can still picture.
We partied with the best at the usual haunts - the dam, pits, RR tracks
and
Mousam River Gorge followed up with greasy eggs and home fries served
up
well after midnight at some unknown diner in Sanford. I smile every
time I
think some of the strange things that went on - in no particular order
- spitting tobacco in the Glidden Hall tub, "touring" the
coast with a
case of bud and a car full of friends, 5 bottles of Valley Forge Beer
from Vic Remy's for $1.99, Spaghetti diners at Warren Hutchins' camp
and Butch the bartender at the Wolves Club.
By the grace of God, 2 tours of summer school and Doris Reando, I managed
to
graduate as the "anchor" of the class of '66 with an education
that has
served me well through life.
I'd love to hear from folks at 508-876-1031 or cgibson@bltrading.com
From
Sid Korn, '66
Glidden Hall, John Holsapple, Jim Walton, Donald Farquarson, Richard
Alves, partying on the back porch, the old ski hill, pizza, etc.
From
Doug Harvey, '66
Mrs. Rollins and her Saturday @ 8am Math classes!
Larry Legere (sp?) and his 3 wheeled car -- we used to pick it up and
put it on a dorm porch when Larry was at the Lion's Den.
Hanging around with Milt DaSilva, Herb Mallard, Cindy Eastwood and Bob
Rosen.
From
Dan Mahoney, '66
I remember the beginning of our senior year when we were scheduled to
move into brand spanking new Pryor-Hussey. Well, it was so new that
it wasn't done yet. So, the College rented a hotel in Kennebunk and
a fortunate few lived the life of Riley on the beach for a couple of
months, carrying food from the cafeteria for many meals and snacks.
But, those early morning rides in the surplus bus were the pits as well
as getting back out there after soccer practice. The weekends were great,
although, as an extension of the school, it was dry of course.
From
Jim Graham, '67
"The Pits" . . . The prank when the B & G guys were trying
to grow grass in front of Allen Hall and had the area surrounded with
chicken wire and someone put some livestock in the area. . . . Seeing
Dick Bosworth, Ray Space, and Jim Tracy, going through some of their
antics. . . . The trip some of us took up to NH one night to see the
Spaceship and Aliens that Nadine Seaman's townie boyfriend reported
to be seeing. Many recreational beverages were consumed while watching
but I got a little nervous when after seeing an unusually large shooting
star, someone heard on the radio that the lights were out all along
the east coat -- the night of the Big Blackout!
From
David Holbrook, '67
... an un-represented class of '67. Well, here I go, with my daughter
showing me what to do. My memories are about the "pits", dam,
and cemetery. Joey Bouchard and the soccer team which was great fun,
but with little success. The New Division was close to Pryor Hussey,
and some friendships developed. Where are they now - Lorinda. We lost
Dick DiCarlo to a strange accident -- saw it on my local news here in
New Haven. A real shock. My son is a sophomore at B.U. playing tennis.
My daughter just got her license, and is driving me crazy, how the tables
have turned.
Gerry Holtorf remains a good friend. Occasional contact with Bob Dresser,
and that's about it. But I remember Nasson fondly, and the instant and
fast friends I made there. enough---
From
Jeremy Horne, '67
My attendance at Nasson for 1963 to 1965 (graduating from Johns Hopkins
in 1967) constituted my most memorable years in all my 13 or so years
in college. From the beanies we wore in my Freshman year to the recording
of the “Beautiful Dreamer” carillon being played over the
campus in that May of 1965, when I left Nasson ‘s campus for the
last time, every moment was full of learning, socialization, and awakening
of this young adult. It was Dr. Myrl Young, one of the finest professors
of history I have ever known (I can say this after all these years)
who made the past come alive. I am not convinced that he didn’t
transmogrify his being through each historical period … and may
be he did; he was that good! My classmates (I do not want to name names
for being afraid of omitting someone) with whom I interacted provided
me with that intellectual ferment so vital to a developing mind. Dr.
Connor teaching Political Geography helped teach me how think the opposite
of my convictions. Dr. Ciullo, ex-med student (I understand) turned
botany professor focused my attention on biological detail. Dr. Whittier
tried telling me about composition, and, perhaps some of that rubbed
off, as I did technical writing for over ten years. At least, I think
I have sense enough to put “Spelling?” after possible misspellings.
In addition, I do not violate the Royal English so as to parade as a
Cockney by ending a sentence with a preposition. So far, White Sands
Missile Range hasn’t objected, anyway, to my doing its documentation.
There were others – Hansen (Spelling?) (memorized a phone book
within a couple of hours, I am told – walked over a snow bank
while reading “something”) – Auger … and I know
there are others omitted … yes, you all contributed to my character,
and thank you at least for that!
For fun? Yes, I remember the beer parties, but I never participated
(although I have caught up somewhat since then. :-) ) However, there
was my being elected to the Nasson Student Association for two years
and my being hauled before one of its Star Chamber proceedings to see
if I was fit for duty. One night, in trying to get the “B&G
boys” off their duffs to get chairs set up in the Activity Center
for a Hootenanny (which I played the harmonica), I rang the fire department
to call attention to the fact that 15 minutes before the event was to
begin, nothing had been done for the set-up. The Center was opened,
and presto - 20 minutes later – chairs – lights –
action – Hootenanny! Later, a contrite Jeremy Horne weaseled his
way out of the situation at a Nasson Student Council Judicial Affairs
“hoedown”, and another year of representation by him was
had by the Class of 1967. (Yes, Dr. Whittier, I will employ the passive
voice, when appropriate.)
A number of foundations were laid by wonderful years at Nasson, but
a number have been ravaged or reconstructed over the past 40 years.
Ohmygawd – 40 – did I really write this? My parading through
the streets of Springvale with “Goldwater in ‘64”
signs and working with my politically conservative Nasson compadres
primed me for the more sobering post-Nasson experiences that catapulted
me into the National arena when working in Baltimore and Washington
ferreting out hate groups in 1965-1966. The years 1963-1967 constituted
a time of the dying McCarthyite period, a time in which putative fact
presided over substantive fact and its keen analysis. It was a time
when the sobering gunshots of darker forces called our attention to
the need to emerge from the halcyon delusional days of “Leave
it to Beaver”. My reaction to Kennedy’s assassination –
denial. My reaction to Viet-Nam – my organizing my conservative
classmates into Young Americans for Freedom to fight the “enemy”
at our doorsteps. I was to return to the quietness of my father’s
farm and the seeming stability that once was America. A 1963 fantasy
– a 2003 reality – what a contrast!
Of the reminiscences? We are some 40 years down the road, but we can
take with us the standard that was borne by our experiences at Nasson.
We can take with us that sense of community promoted by our professors
and classmates, a community that developed in the environment fostered
by the New England Town Meeting, that community imbued with the spirit
of democracy that is the essence of an American’s being. Nasson,
you, as an institution are in the past, but the character with which
you were provided continues.
From
Andrea Alex Jeans, '68
Student Abroad trip to Strasbourg, shopping with Carol Faulkner and
Marty April in Paris, those vineyard tours, and fun, fun, fun!!!!!!!!!
Was it really so long ago?
From
Ira C. Cooke, '68
The people. The establishment of a hockey team. Partying during the
late 60's. Scott Merrow and his government courses. Professor Whittier
and his English courses. Watching sports and giving the opposition,
particularly St. Francis College a tough time.
From
Tom O'Flaherty, '68
After 33 years some memories dim in time but not for the period of
1964-1968.... Vic Remy's.... 9 people in a car outside Allen Hall with
adult beverages... playing the first Nasson hockey game... Chuck Boyajian
and Dick Sisson and their practical jokes... Vic Remy's... the popcorn
machine and the laundromat... all the walks up to the ND at night and
none of the walks back... Sharon Francis's eyes... The Errant Sons...
Down with People... Vic Remy's... the Beaver Palace... James Cotton
for a week at the ND... summer school... 1,287 five bags of Rheingold...
Tom Fahey walking back on campus after VN... four wonderful years.
From
Barbara (Cole) Mayo, '68
I have a lot of random memories. I lived in Makin Hall for 6 semesters.
The other 2 were spent in: Vienna for one semester and my last one in
an apartment because I got married. That's another fond memory. A guess
what, I'm still married to Dick Mayo ('68). Is that a record?
Makin Hall, what a great dorm! Judy Wells (Whale) and Karen Tasker were
there too. We had fun.
Nancy and Alan I too remember that first Vienna trip. Wasn't Herr Greibsch
an interesting fellow? I'll never forget drinking new wine (Way too
much!) I saw more cathedrals than I ever want to see again. I remember
we went on a tour through one and a wedding was going on. We were surprised
and wondered if we should be there but they said that it was common
practice. Remember going over on the ship? Whenever I hear Wooly Bully
and I Can't Get No Satisfaction I think of that trip over.
Speaking of songs, I also remember Dino singing When I Woke up This
Morning You Were on my Mind every morning in the hallways.
I wonder what ever became of Scott Peterson after Vienna. He never returned.
We had a feud with Holmes Hall freshman year ( Do you remember that
Alan?)and Mrs. Mac dumped her Welsh rarebit on one of the boys heads
as she came back from the dining commons. She was quite a housemother!
She was also secretary to the dean and smoked cigarettes with a holder
and coughing constantly.
Does anyone hear from "Pete" Peterson?
I wonder if anyone goes drinking by the dam or over in the cemetery
anymore.
It makes me sad to think that there's no campus left but glad to know
this web site exists as well as the room in the Learning Center. I've
kept up to date with the happenings from the Portland Press Herald and
we're only about an hour from Springvale here in Bridgeton but we've
never gone over since the closing because it makes it less real if you
don't see it!
I had four really good years at Nasson. Academics weren't a priority
but I made it through the four years and had a hell of good time too.
When I went back to school in the '80's and had to say why I should
be allowed into a graduate program with a less than stunning GPA I said
I'd matured, scored high on the Miller's Analogy test and they accepted
me. I then "lived up to my potential" as my teachers always
said I should and got my MSed.
Well I've rambled on long enough. Our e-mail is rhm@ime.net if you want
to send a message.
From
Alan D. Gordon, '68
I remember the excitement of preparing for the first study abroad group
in Vienna with Herr Griebsch. The camaraderie of the group was something
that I have rarely felt since. Being a Bio major at Nasson was another
extraordinary experience. Trudging through tidal pools and Deering Pond
and the mobile lab. I hear of all the competition at larger schools,but
we were a team. Drs. Gilmore, Ciullo, Jackson, Johnson, Fitzgerald and
all my fellow classmates - thank you.
From
Nancy Whitmore Kent, '68
Random thoughts that percolate while perusing the Nasson website and
remembering what it was like way back then ...being around during a
monumental transition when women were required to wear skirts to class
and the dining hall, had 10 PM curfews during the week and were required
to "flip in and out" when leaving the dorm (freshman year
1964) ... being a member of the first study abroad group ...some very
special profs: Dr. Young, Dr. Bovie and Dr. Herberger...participating
in a student production of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolfe?".
(I see Irene Jackson is in the directory... where are you Bill Hunter??)
... the foursome of Raisig, Rand, MacDougall and Whitmore - inseparable
then, on different paths now.... it's fun to look back and remember
how it felt, especially now that my two daughters are in college.
From
James Kilbourne, '68
There are many, but the first three that come to mind are drinking martinis
and listening to Mahler's Second with Dr. John Colby Myer, coming back
in the late seventies, walking across the campus and getting bear hugged
by Dr. Gold (to a point that I couldn't breathe), and every moment with
Dr. Young.
From
Christine Raisig, '68
Maine still has the clearest blue skies. Mahler was a constant. And
Nasson professors were the best because they loved what they taught
and they cared about their students. I recently corresponded with Mario
Prisco who is retired from a long tenure at Moore College of Art and
Alfred University. He is encouraging my daughter who is an art jock
to apply next year, while my older daughter heads to West Point on June
29th to join the bicentennial class of 2002.
From
Susan Jacobson Levine, '68
It was a great 4 years. We were in the middle of building the science
center when the school started to run out of money. Great picture of
us standing in the hole.
From
Eric Matthew Ramon, N.D.
David Patton (ND) told me about this site. As one of the two New Division
graduates in the class of '69, I was delighted to have a chance to see
the photographs. It brought back a flood of old memories. The first
is a vivid mental picture of Kendall Marsh, in a kilt, greeting the
new students on the stoop of New Division 1 when I first arrived. A
second, a fond remembrance of hiking back along the old railroad tracks
with Jeff Douglas to fly fish in the pond about a mile back in the woods.
I recall playing touch football in the parking lot, in a tee-shirt.
When the temperature broke thirty-two degrees, we thought it was Spring.
Also, my former wife is still laughing at the remembrance of my fly
fishing the Mousam River at ice-out. Wading wet, I slipped. The only
thing above the surface water was the fly rod. The trout were delicious,
but it is a miracle it didn't kill me. Then there is the way had to
park that old Jaguar convertible on a hill. When the temperature hit
freezing, I had to roll it down the hill and pop the clutch.
Jeff Douglas, Bill Kennedy, the faculty, staff, and students made staying
up all night in front of the fireplace a source of wonderful memories.
It truly was the "Death of a Dream."
Link
to the (independent) New Division Web Site
From Billy Kennedy, 'ND
In Fall of '66 when the new division was started, the New Division #1
wasn't done and we spent a great fall, and cold winter at the Atlantis
Hotel (picture attached).
It was bull-dozed
for houses in the early '80s (?), but was a great old place at the beach!!!
I think some of the "old" vs. "new" division hostility
started when on the first day in the fall of '66, at an assembly that
ended with "the old division will stay for an explanation of hazing
and then dinner at the commons, the new division will board the bus
for the beach" (and the fact that we were exempted from the hazing).
From
Irene Jackson Schon, '69
Most indelible is the Caen trip, with Janet Saxton, Barbara Gerraghty
(sp), Paul Fibkins, Nancy Blackwell and a cast of mostly splendid, funny
characters. I may be the only person on earth who actually walked down
the Eiffel Tower. The trip gave me a taste for the foreign and influenced
my future.
Then there was the Chip Fay, Joe Harvey, Rick Russell, Doug Monitto
clique, who taught me Knock Rummy and who gave new meaning to "caustic
wit." Doug stayed a friend for years. I lost touch when he moved
to China and am so sad he has died.
The Footlighters, the drama group, provided some of my most memorable
moments; "Virginia Wolff" put me together with Bill Hunter
(who went on the make his first career in the theater), Jeff Babcock
(who seems to be making his second career in the theater) and Debbie
? with the long dark hair.
Sally Kruger, still my best friend, on whose car was left a note by
a cranky B&G man: "Car parked big wholeness on front lawn."
Dr. Bovie, hands in pockets, so excited about his lecture that he whipped
his hands out and coins went cascading around the room.
Dr. Lillian ?, who gave me a taste for philosophy and whom I will always
associate with sensible suits and a lit cigarette.
Sharon Francis and her beautiful eyes; ditto Drew Davis and Tom Mason;
Penny McCandless and her beautiful hair; Vic Remy, the Wagon Wheel,
some awful beer--Dawson's?--that tasted like it had been harvested too
soon, and Sundays in the dining commons eating steak and apple pie.
My week's suspension (for jumping out the window of Marland Hall) almost
brought my Nasson life to a halt in freshman year. I'm glad my parents
capitulated; I would have missed some wonderful times.
From
Terry Bregy, '69
'67 Study Abroad Program in Strasbourg, France.
From Rick Higgins ' 69&' 70
Great to be alive! At Nasson we had music! Lionel Hampton,
Sam and Dave, The Blues Project, James Cotton Blues Band to name a few.
But please remember Peter Gross, Jay Davis, Fred "Flash" Dadmun,
and me as the ICONS (before they put those things on computers) for
the cheapest garage band rock n' roll on campus. Gail and I are still
married after all these years. PEACE. (Gail Campbell, class of ' 69,
married Rick Higgins, class of ' 69 & ' 70, in the old church in
Lebanon Center with Nasson's own Rev. Hugh Crouch as pastor, on Jan.
17th, 1969.)
From
Kevin Gaughan, '72.5/N.D.
The most vivid memory is of Freshmen year (1968) when we took over Brown
Hall for a few memorable nights. The New Division was being "phased
out" and when other Colleges were demonstrating to gain students
rights, we were demonstrating to maintain the status quo! Even many
of us from the First Division took part in that, sleeping in the halls,
dancing to "Sympathy for the Devil" by the Stones till all
hours of the night. It is ironic that the "culture" of the
New Division, the long hair, bell bottoms, the pot and other drugs that
the straighter First Division students had a problem with, would permeate
the campus in two short years!
Sophomore year I transferred into the New Division and was asked to
coordinate the October Moratorium against the War, were it not for some
great help I couldn't have pulled it off! I remember getting hauled
into Dean Mac's office because the town officials couldn't believe I
had actually applied for a Parade permit and gotten one from the chief
of Police. There I was in my Soccer Uniform, we had a game, explaining
why I didn't have the permit on me! They had read about the march in
the Sanford Tribune. Our small little March went off well, the High
School was let out early to prevent the students from marching with
"the radicals"! But I had my sources in the School and we
car pooled to pick the kids up when school let out. We had speeches
and concerts on the Quad. Almost everyone gave up their meals for the
day and Slater food service handed me a check for about $1500 that we
sent on to Biafra Famine relief!
From
R. Douglas Robertson, '68 & '71
I suppose that I should explain the '68 & '71. I was originally
with the class of '68 but a certain 8:00am English class with Dr. Whittier
got in the way of finishing my freshman requirements, which was somewhat
embarrassing since I was the class VP. Before I was able to make it
up, the Vietnam War got in the way. Since I was being drafted, I had
to join the Navy for four years to escape holding a gun. I still maintained
close contact with all of my friends in that class by spending many
weekends at Nasson during those four years. When I was discharged from
the Navy, I enrolled in summer school at Nasson to make up for that
EARLY English class. I joined the Class of '71 that fall and met my
future wife Hope Andrew (Nasson '71). Gil Poliquin '71, John "Spot"
Spottiswood '71 and I had the apartment over Remy's Grocery right across
the street from the campus. It was a great time, I still have many fond
memories of those years, particularly "the dam", the Outing
Club, and the N'er Beach Motel.
From
Holly Harrison Rigby, '69
Random thoughts...Study Abroad,Vienna-1967 with Dr. Strauch and 35 other
great souls, of course. John and I met there...we barely knew each other
before Vienna although we had been on campus together for over a year...destiny?...
Hitchhiking through Europe with Bette Kirelis for 6 weeks after Vienna...
Sneaking out of Marland Hall (during curfew days) with Martha Bessey
to drive to Kennebunkport for breakfast one gorgeous spring dawn...
Flying over campus in a tiny plane with John, Elliot Siegel, and Sam
Morgan... Our yearbook woman, Nancy Mitchell... Wait Until Dark with
Irene Jackson directing, Bill (Van) Hunter, Jeff Babcock, Terry Bregy,
Phyllis Callihan... Sitting in the snow at Wildcat et al, timing races
for the ski team because John was captain (love was blind and insulating
apparently!)... flipping burgers at the Den... living at Home Management
House, the best gig on campus... German with Herr Griebsch and Dr. Daley
(thanks for your patience!)... and the English faculty that was the
best... Doctors Herberger, Bovie, and Whittier... I appreciate them
more every year! Being an English major was still the best decision
I ever made at Nasson. Above all, the roommates, friends... many we
were so lucky to see in May, 2000 in Framingham, the fine faculty...
the magical four years that will be with me forever.
From Joel Larson, '69
1967 - Study Abroad Program in Vienna, Austria.
From
Paul Driscoll, '69
There are many great memories of Nasson. One of the best experiences
was the Vienna Study Abroad Program in 1967. It was exceptional way
to see some of the artwork, music history and culture as it pertained
to our Humanities course. There was no substitute for being there! Over
the years, I have done a lot of overseas business travel and some for
pleasure. Nasson gave me my first opportunity which I will always remember
well. When I returned to the Nasson Campus in the fall of '67, I was
able to see the school more completely for the possibilities that it
offered. Favorite professors: Dr. Bovie, Dr. Herberger, Dr. Aiken and
Mr. Terry Jones.
From
Sol A. Factor, '69
My senior year, as I was taking one of my final history classes with
Dr. Myrl Young, the Science Building, the foundation of which had been
dug my freshman year, was still not completed. As Dr. Young looked out
the window at the structure finally nearing reality, he said, "You
know, when I think of how long it took the great cathedrals of Europe
to be built, I take heart."
From Milt Mahler,'69
I am honored that
the link will be on the maine website !! If it were not for the Alumni
website, I would not have gotten the spark to have a class website.
My dream, as is the Alumni Association's, is to keep the Nasson Spirit
alive. I can not express too strongly how important the Alumni Association
is in keeping this dream alive:) I am in the beginning stages in suggesting
to the Class of 1969 that we hold our 40th Reunion on Alumni Day next
year on Campus. Our days at Nasson were so important in making us what
were are today! Be warm..be happy..be healthy:) Always, milt:)
From John Rohter - jrohter@gmail.com,
'69
Hello out there, from out of the blue, with a reunion
coming up, it’s time to reconnect. I had a question that I wonder
if any of you Nasson Grads could help with. Many years ago, soon after
graduating in 1969, I remember at one if not more, reunions, Betsy Hopkins
attending with her little girl. Children in the group were a rarity
at that time, and I remember how much I was impressed by her simply
silently observing us all. If my memory serves me, and it sometimes
does, both Betsey and her daughter were shortly thereafter killed an
auto accident. From time to time I remember her and wonder if any of
you out there remember her name. I would like to think, that if nothing
else, that I could remember her name. On a happier note, I hope that
you all are having a good summer and can attend the fall reunion. Thanks
for any help, John Rohter
(July 11, 2008)
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