Memory Monday

      As I said last week I was a real brat at Illinois College. They had everything a large school had and probably more...but I had been introduced to the BIG campus of Mizzou...all my friends were there...I missed them sorely!

       IC had fraternities and sororities but they were not National. Anyone who was anyone belonged to them, especially the girls. It was unheard of to not belong! I've already told of my rather bad sorority experience so with that and my desire to have nothing to do with the collegiate life there, I refused to partake. Unfortunately there are consequences to all actions and my rebellious ways were caught up by my dorm suite mates. That would have been okay with the ones my age who were in similar circumstances but one of the girls was a Freshman, a cute little girl who had a sister my age on campus, a real Junior and a "wheel". When the little sister decided to also rebel, I was "invited" to meet with these important upper class gals. And actually I did realize the bad influence I was having on the little sister. So I relented...I talked little sis into joining the sister's life style; that under different circumstances I, too, would have joined...that I was there for only the one year; she had her whole college career before her, etc., etc.. 

     But...with all that, I still reveled in being a Gamma Delta Iota (GDI or G--Damn Independent)!! About six girls and I joined about 15 boys in forming the first Illinois College chapter! One of the guys even developed a coat of arms for us which we silk screened onto sweatshirts. We had weekly meetings, coinciding with the traditional TGIF celebrations!

This not our exact Coat of Arms, but very similar!

More Artsy Time

     Last week, not only did my studioQ group meet, but I also attended aworkshop taught be fiber artist, Deborah Boschert. I first met Deborah at a SAQA meeting in Dallas. She is a delightful person, so enthusiastic about her art and a very good teacher. 

     In her workshop I learned a new technique about fusing, about embellishments, and some great ideas on finishing the back and edges of small wall hangings. Deborah frequently works within a series. And she also has a fun technique for small works on 4" x 4" stretched canvas I definitely want to try.

Here is my larger piece before embellishments. There is some stamping done, but no stitching yet.   I also did a smaller piece 10" x 10", when I got home.

     

I did begin some stamping and stitching on this work.

And here is the same with some embellishments.

Memory Monday

     Illinois College, Jacksonvile, Illinois....a lovely little private Liberal Arts college. Had I attended IC straight out of high school, I would probably had loved it. It was quite small by college standards, I'm guessing no more than six-seven hundred students. I looked up the current population and there are around 1,000 students there now. But I had spent the last two years at the BIG UNIVERSITY! So IC seemed like just a glorified high school. 

     I was an angry, obnoxious snob!!! I had to attend new student orientation and a counseling session with the Dean of Women. I discovered that because my grades at Mizzou were sooo bad, my allowed transfer grades were only enough credits to list me as a second semester FRESHMAN! Oh, the indignation of it all! And to top it off, Freshmen were required to wear a beanie! My first opportunity for rebellion!!! I absolutely refused to wear the silly thing...after all, in my heart, I was a Junior, for crying out loud! So another visit to the Dean of women! She was a very nice lady actually, and I wasn't such a rebel that I was rude or disrespectful to her. My parents did bring me up right, after all. And she did allow that I could be exempt as even real Freshmen did not wear them second semester!

      Because I had registered late, I was assigned to off campus housing for over flow attendance. Right on the edge of campus was a beautiful antebellum style old house that had been willed to the College many years previously and converted into a girls' dormitory.

          My room was second floor, to the left of the balcony on the far end. I shared the room with three other girls and another smaller room was behind it and connected by a door for two more girls. We all became really good friends as several of us were transfer students, kind of there for the same reason! There were several Freshmen scattered out among us too, probably about thirty of us all together.     

       Small Liberal  Arts colleges like IC were known for accepting students that perhaps had academic concerns! IC has a highly rated academic program; the majority of the students were from the Chicago area or the East coast. I'm sure the open enrollment was a financial thing...most small colleges struggle for monetary resources!

studioQ-February Meeting

     Monday of this week, studioQ met at Cabbage Rose, the Fort Worth Quilt shop that has a room where we can meet and spread out our stuff! There were seven of us and everyone had something to share! Our Masrerpiece challenge this time is a Mondrian.

Susan has been busy doing some beautiful journaling!

Wendy's Mondrian

Wendy has been painting several silk scarves.

More scarves.

Rhonda's Mondrian.

Kay's Mondrian.

My Mondrian...not quite finished!

Beth's Modrian...done on canvas.

All our Mondrians together!

Memory Monday

       Second Semester, Sophomore year....living back in the dorms....third chance to get off scholastic probation! The first two years of college are mainly general courses...science, history, English, math, etc., to fulfill the required hours. One's chosen field of study may not be emphasized too much. I was in the school of education; I had been one of those kids who lined up her dolls and played school at a very young age. So, just as I knew growing up it was not IF you go to college, but WHEN you go...I knew I would be a teacher. I just didn't know what I wanted to teach.

      I loved to read and write; I loved all kinds of art. But, as I think I previously mentioned, I had never had an art class in my life. Growing up in a small town in rural Illinois, art was not high on the list of important subjects. If it had not been for my mom and one of my cousins who lived in the Chicago area, my path in life might have taken a different course. Because I loved art but knew nothing about it, I took every type of art I could squeeze in....drawing I, water color I, oils I, ceramics I....you get the picture! And loving every minute of it!

This is Jesse Hall, sitting behind the Columns, (what remained of the first original building at U of Mo.) where I took many art classes. There was another building that housed art back then, but I couldn't find a picture of it.  Then there were the really boring education classes that I had to take in Hill Hall which housed the Department of Education. 

          I cut very few classes....I took great notes ( when I stayed awake).... I really loved learning and still do! I had a geology class that was really interesting....and an astronomy class that was great! I just didn't seem to be able to pass the dang tests! Being the immature coed that I was....as soon as classes were over....and somebody said "party"!  I was one of the first ones out the door!

                           The Shack.....or...

                              The Tiger Club....or....

             The Stables. 

         Therefore...when the end of the semester came, my grades had not improved drastically.  My love for knowledge did not surpass my love for fun!  When my parents came to pick me up I had to break the news that the University had finale caught up with me and had requested I lay out for a semester. As I was whining about how hard the classes were; how tough the professors were....my dad stopped me and gave me the best talk of my life! He wasn't angry...he was a party guy himself...but he wasn't about to let me get away with blaming the world for my mistakes. He calmly told me to "man up" ( not in those words), but he made me responsible for my own actions; and made me realize the world was not ending, that I still had opportunities but that it was time to start thinking more  realistically about my future.

         And my parents weren't about to let me sit around the house and mope for a year. They shopped around and discovered that only 35 miles away was Illinois College, a small Liberal Arts school that would take anyone even with my really bad grades!

Around the Villas

     Last night, I was honored to serve dinner to three lovely ladies who live here in my condos, Villas on the Bluff. All of us are single Seniors and like to cook....and to eat! So a few months ago we decided to take turns hosting dinner for each other and last night was my turn. When I am hosting, I like to try out new recipes so this time, as it was Ash Wednesday, I made crab cakes! And they were pretty tasty if I do say so myself.

      Tuesday of this week our Villas Book Club met. "Boys in the Boat" was our choice for this month. 

I loved this book and highly recommend it! Very inspiring!  Each month a member will pick a book to read and discuss. We are doing a series on classics this year. We read "The Picture of Dorian Grey" last month. Then got together to watch the old black and white movie which actually stayed pretty close to the book!

And next  month, we are reading a couple of Jack London's "Call of the Wild" and "White Fang", both great stories. I am really enjoying rereading some of my favorites again!

Memory Monday

      I missed posting last week because I had to get my AQATW posted and it was giving me a lot of trouble! So now I'm back with more of my college days! Heading into second semester my Sophomore year. We just returned from the Orange Bowl; now time to buckle down and study for first semester finals.  As I have mentioned before, I was not a stellar student! So study I must!

     I was living in my sorority house where making good grades was very important! We were to be in our rooms from 7:00-10:00 pm with one break, studying. There were Senior monitors sitting in the halls to make sure we didn't get out! My best friend, also a pledge, had the room around the corner from mine. In looking at the picture of the house, she was in the room to the right of the door, second floor, and my room was in the shadow, facing the door. We thought we were so smart, rigging up a pulley system with a basket between our windows to pass snacks, etc.....until we got caught! If only I had applied that much effort to my studies, I would have done much better...but I was all about the fun! (Keep in mind I am just nineteen!)

        Unfortunately concentrated study didn't do enough for me. I had been on University scholastic probation and once again, my grades were pretty bad. Somehow I lucked out and the University did not dismiss me! But  I decided to "dismiss" myself from sorority life after a series of events. As a pledge, I had the dubious position of waking up upper class girls so they would not be late for their classes. Those that wanted the "service" signed up with us, letting us know what time they needed to be awakened. This one girl I had to wake up was not a morning person...but I did my job and went in to wake her. Since she did not get up the first time, I went back two or three times. On the last try, she actually threw a shoe at me! I did not go back, and she overslept! 

     Another event...although I could not vote, I sat in on some of the discussions when decisions on who to ask to join our sorority were held. It only took one active to vote "no" to keep some one out. There was this darling Hispanic girl who had been rushed but when the vote came up, one girl black balled her because of her race!

    These two events came close to my grades coming in which meant I still could not become an active. So I decided life as a four semester pledge (because they did vote for me to stay one more semester) as well as being associated with a racist and a raving B-word person, was not for me. I was able to get a room in the dorms; when I called my parents to tell them I was moving out of the house, my mom came dashing over...a three hour drive...to try to talk me out of it. 

      My mom never had the opportunity to attend college so she wanted the whole scene for her daughters. And in her mind sororitires were part of the package.  Once I explained the situation to her, she agreed and was supportive. Now, don't get me wrong...sororities are wonderful institutions; both my daughter and granddaughter are members of the same sorority I was involved with and in their situations, it has been very positive experiences for them. And at least three of my "sisters" have remained lifelong friends.

      Thus I started second semester as an Independent, living in a dormitory.

     This is Jones Hall...the brand new dorm I lived in my Freshman year. And this is not me but is exactly like my room there. We had a sink in our room and common showers down the hall. The picture below was a lounge area on every other floor. Three buildings with the cafeteria in the middle and all were joined by underground tunnels! It was pretty nice for the times.

     This is a picture I found on the Internet! Jones Hall being demolished 2015...making way for the future! Of course, it would have been over fifty years old!!! Obsolete by some standards!