Letters to the Editor

Summer 2022

2 page spread from the beginning of the article If These Walls Could TalkI write to assure your editors and readers that those halls glorified in (“If These Walls Could Talk,” Fall 2021) can indeed talk, or at least could talk with eloquence when I attended Grinnell.

In 1941, a few months before Pearl Harbor, Grinnell employed 15 or 20 students to live on campus for the summer and work on various maintenance projects. For this work, living quarters and meals were furnished, plus 25 cents an hour, a small amount of that in cash and the rest applied to tuition fees.

I was assigned to scrub walls of dorm and cottage rooms, day in and day out, all summer, hundreds of rooms.

Could those walls talk? Indeed, they could, not audibly, but in the form of messages, poems, pictures, caricatures, tales of conquests, slander, or praise directed at other students and faculty — enough material to fill a large book and then some.

So, we got our summer reading in and learned that walls can talk.

- George McIntosh ’45

When I entered Grinnell as a young 16-year-old, I didn’t know I had a disability. (Later) I found out I am cross-eyed; the left is weaker and travels. No wonder I had trouble in those difficult history classes trying to read classics and understand civilizations. Alphabet soup in my brain!

I wish I could go back to those classes now that I know what is happening and take them over.

Thanks for the good article (“Innovation, Inclusion, and Accessibility,” Spring 2022) on helping others with various disabilities. Congratulations to Professor Eliza Willis and Assistant Dean Autumn Wilke for making the effort to identify disabilities for what they are and having an office for aiding students with the various disabilities.

- John C. Orsborn ’58

I was saddened to read of the passing of former Grinnell Professor Clifford Reid (Spring 2022).

I met Professor Reid in fall 1974 when he was the professor for my freshman tutorial. I was a conservative-leaning white student from a small town while he was a liberal-leaning Black college professor from an urban background. I took several of his classes, and he became my student adviser. Despite our differences, I couldn’t have had a better adviser and mentor.

He challenged me and kept me on the right track.

Professor Reid showed me that a mentor does not have to be someone who looks like you or thinks like you. A mentor can be anyone who truly cares about you and has your best interest at heart.

From time to time I considered writing to Professor Reid to thank him. I now regret that I never wrote that letter.

Rest in peace, Professor Reid.

- Dave Chroust ’78

Spring 2022

Console TV showing image of JFK's funeralI was playing bridge, which is something I usually did after lunch and before class, in Smith Hall lounge. Someone came into the lounge and said JFK was shot. I don’t remember who turned on the TV and turned on NBC, which was airing a soap. Within seconds, NBC switched to a news special from Dallas. Since our lounge was very near Central Campus, it filled to standing room only within minutes. Except for the news anchor, the [silence] in the Lounge was deafening. Several hours later, I walked to the library because I left some of my books there. The flag [was] at half-staff and the only other living being in Central Campus was Fang, the stray dog.

- Stephen H. Wiener ’64

Back in the 1950s, there was a 10:30 evening curfew when we gals were “bed counted.” After which, once in a while, a few of us would jump out a first-floor dorm window and get over to the Indian reservation in Tama — to drink beer. The hitch being you were unable to get back in until 6 a.m. when the loggia doors were unlocked for the milkman. All these years later, my particulars may be a little inaccurate but that excitement still makes me smile.

- Carol J. Wolff Horky ’58

Fall 2021 The Grinnell Magazine

In response to your article, “First-Year Tutorial is the Linchpin” (Fall 2021), I speak as a student who barely missed out on the opportunity. I was a freshman the fall of 1970 when Professor [Beryl] Clotfelter was leading the “no requirement” campaign. My freshmen adviser said “don’t sign up for required courses. We’re about to get rid of them.” I quite frankly thought he was nuts. I had never heard of such a thing. “Get them out of the way” was what I was familiar with. So I knocked out a fine arts and foreign language “requirement.” Those two classes nearly broke me. Thank goodness for pass-fail and a very kind French teacher. And, although the requirements were gone, I still regret the missed opportunity of the freshman tutorial. It was rather sad to hear the incoming freshmen in the remainder of my years at Grinnell speak of their wonderful tutorial experiences.

- Julie Appel Glavin ’74

Bicyclist heading to South Loggia, Main Hall in the backgroundIn 1958 I had back surgery over the holiday break from Northwestern University, where I had started as a freshman in September. I didn’t want to go back … somehow, John Zimdars ’62 heard that message and let me know that there was ONE spot for a freshman female at Grinnell. By some miracle, Dr. Merle Goodman came to interview me, and he approved my admission. I was not your typical freshman: I needed an elevator, someone to carry my books and make my bed, couldn't dance or walk very far, and [had] six months of not bending over. I landed in the perfect place, Main Hall, creaky elevator and all, and women who were amazing caregivers. It was the serendipity of my life — Grinnell was made for me, and I’m looking forward to our 60th reunion.

- Sue Fernald Smith ’62

First-Year Tutorial article cover pagesI read with interest your story about the First-Year Tutorial in the Fall 2021 issue. When I enrolled at Grinnell College in 1972, it was called the freshman tutorial. I did not know until I read the story last fall that the tutorial had begun just a year earlier, in 1971. Fast-forward about 35 years. Despite my liberal arts education, in my early 50s I applied for and was awarded a job managing power plants for a large electric cooperative. Deciding that I needed to know more about power plants, I applied for admission to an online associate degree program in power plant technology at a community college in North Dakota. I submitted my Grinnell College transcript and was exempted from all the general education requirements except one — freshman composition. No such course appeared on my Grinnell College transcript, so I was told I would have to take freshman composition to improve my writing skills, despite my bachelor’s from Grinnell College, my master’s, and various successfully completed career-related writing assignments. After learning of my situation, Margaret Bogie ’76 sent me a copy of the 1971 Grinnell College Catalog page that contained a description of the freshman tutorial. I submitted that page to the community college registrar and was then exempted from freshman composition. I successfully completed the degree and continued to manage power plants until my retirement in 2019. Thank you, Grinnell College freshman tutorial, for getting me exempted from freshman composition 35 years later.

- Rick Lancaster ’76

Fall 2021

The Lambs and Nyhart in a group photo, arms around each other

Left to right: Cliff Lamb, Norma Lamb, Bonny Neyhart ’75

I always look forward to reading The Grinnell Magazine and am often touched by the “Grinnell Connection” stories. What follows is a brief piece concerning the chance meeting of three people whose connection to Grinnell spans three generations:

Taking a break from helping her friend Michael move into his recently purchased house in rural northern California, Barbara (Bonny) Neyhart ’75 set out to introduce herself to the neighbors. Bonny’s persistence was rewarded by what has become a close friendship with Grinnell-connected neighbors Norma and Cliff Lamb. Over the few years since their meeting, Bonny, Michael, and the Lambs have often gathered to watch political debates, share meals, and support one another during power outages, fast-moving wildfires, and mandatory evacuations.

Norma attended Grinnell in the early 1950s as an exchange student from a historically Black college. Norma remembers that she had to travel from Grinnell to Des Moines to find someone capable of styling her hair and that many of her sheltered Grinnell dormmates were puzzled when Norma’s skin tone didn’t lighten after she showered.
Cliff, a retired psychiatrist and musician, is a Grinnell “chip” whose father, Arthur Clifford Lamb, attended Grinnell in the earlier half of the last century.
 

- Bonny Neyhart ’75

In mid-July, when I was between books and tidying up, I found a stack of Grinnell magazines I’d set aside until I had more time. After opening the Spring 2020 edition and reading a well-written letter on Page 2, I noticed that the signature, Tamar Nyman Lasky ’76, looked familiar.

Years ago, a gregarious neighbor started a roster of the residents on Blacksmith Drive that has somehow fallen to me to maintain. I checked the roster and found that, indeed, a new resident in the cul-de-sac was Tammi Lasky, whom I had met once or twice.

Could this be the author of the letter? I sent her an email and she immediately responded. What a surprise! Two Grinnell alumnae on the same street. How often does that happen? The closest so far was that a grad school classmate of John Mohan lives two doors down. We met a few days later to discuss our Grinnell experiences. We’d both had classes with Ken Christiansen and Joe Wall ’41, but the Grinnell climate changed significantly after 1970.
Kathleen Haberman Larson ’64

And I would add: I moved to Columbia, Maryland, from Baltimore County in 2019 to be closer to my new job at the Food and Drug Administration (of course, not knowing that I would be working remotely a year later). The nice neighbors were a bonus, but not part of my house search; and I didn’t expect a fellow Grinnellian to live down the street from me. We think we may be the only street in Maryland with two Grinnell households and would love to hear from others. And I would also like to coin a name for such occurrences. In the meantime, hello from “Grinnell-in-Columbia.”
Tammi (Nyman) Lasky ’76

- Kathleen Haberman Larson ’64 and Tammi (Nyman) Lasky ’76