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What a difference 10 years makes...Posted Wednesday, April 30, 2008, at 7:49 AM
Leming Hall Girls' dorm, SEMO campus, circa 1960, fall semester. My "buds" and I are wearing what we wore to class in that era. I'm on the far right. Leming was torn down to build the University Center.
I especially laugh at her generation's protest involvement. I think a group of students marched on one of the administration buildings and demanded later curfews - or some such foolishness. We would NEVER have done such an unruly thing! It wouldn't have occured to us, having grown up in the calm Eisenhower years of the 50's and having such role models as Marge Cleaver... I look at the old photos and marvel at how NEAT everyone was, while my sister's generation looked like something the cat dragged in...
There were many restrictions on students "back in the day." Girls were especially regulated by the social structure. The dress code did not allow us to wear pants to class - We could wear jeans, shorts or "pedal pushers" only after 4 p.m., and since there were no evening classes (that I remember), that meant no pants in class.
My sister's southern university, Troy State in Alabama, went even farther: Though girls on her campus were allowed to wear jeans and tee shirts to class, they had to live in campus housing, and they had a nine p.m. curfew on week nights. The boys, of course, could live anywhere they chose and could be out all night. The university didn't seem to care what they did, as long as it did NOT involve the girls! I think we know what THAT was intended to prevent...
At my dorm, the front door was the only way in, and it was locked by the dorm mother at precisely 10 p.m. If we were late, we had to ring the bell, which brought everyone to the stair landing to look down and see who it was, amid whispers and giggles.
I suspect that my sister and her classmates were quite familiar with that rather unwashed segment of society known as "hippies;" whereas my generation had only a stray, occasional "Beatnik," many of which seemed to have an interest in the theatre crowd. I was never allowed to consort with that creative group of unconventional people, since I had already formed an alliance with my future husband, a person firmly grounded in reality and ungiven to acts of spontaneity.
In looking back over those ancient years, I feel as if I'm writing about another person... That foolish young girl can't be me...
I fully expect my sister to log on to this blog, from her distant location 250 miles to the west, where she will hopefully fill in the gaps that I've left out. My mind will need jogging to remember more details.
The rest of you fellow bloggers can feel free to jump in with your own memories of "How it was in the 'Old Days'"! Give me some time, and I may just come up with an old photo!!
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Madeline (Giles) DeJournett is the Advance writer for the North Stoddard Countian. A retired high school English/history teacher, she spent 32 years teaching in 5 schools in Missouri and Alaska. These days, she lives quietly with a menagerie of wild and domestic animals on 52 secluded acres in the remote Tillman hills south of Advance. She graduated from Dexter High School in 1960 and Southeast Missouri State in 1964. She can be contacted at email@example.com or by phone at 573-722-5322.
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