Saturday, December 5, 2009

A Sincere Thank You


Yesterday I received a very kind and wonderful email from Jim Bridgeman, from the Colby Class of 1961. Jim was a fraternity brother, teammate, and friend of my dad's, and he was writing to let me know that Diane Scrafton Ferreira had included a mention of this blog (and specifically the entry about my dad from this spring) in her latest edition of class notes. Thank you, Diane! I sincerely hope that I'll hear from some other folks with some good stories to share. Welcome, Colby College alumni - please be in touch.

Meet Me In New York!


Davidson basketball will play in the Madison Square Garden Holiday Festival on December 20 (noon) and December 21(7 or 9 pm). On Sunday we play a pretty spry Cornell team, and on Monday we'll play either Hofstra (Coach McKillop's alma mater) or St. John's. This is our second straight year playing in "The World's Most Famous Arena." Let's hope for results similar to last year's win over West Virginia!

I'll be in town Saturday morning through Tuesday morning. If you're thinking of making the trip, let me know. We're having pre-game events both days, and game tickets are still available. Find out how to get into the mix. NYC, baby.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Burial at Sea

Elena's brother Eric died last January, and over the summer Eric's family and friends gathered at least a couple of times to scatter his ashes in places that had been important to him. We missed the trip to the top of Mount Katahdin, but during our vacation week we did a pretty amazing burial at sea at Reid State Park. It was such the perfect day at the beach in Maine - late July, cool and drizzly, and foggy as all get-out.

Friends and family spoke on his behalf, messages were written in the sand for the tide to take away a few hours later, and then his ashes were taken out into the surf via sea kayak in the most dramatic fashion.


It's Happened, and I'm Sorry!


As I expressed in my first post last spring, my greatest fear in starting a blog would be that I'd lose some steam once I started it. I did pretty well in May and June, I kept up through my fabulous trip to Europe in July, and then reality sunk in. After my trip was a conference in Colorado, then vacation at home in Maine, and then catching up in the office after a month away. By the time I started thinking about it again, I was more than knee deep in the throes of fall on a college campus. It's not like anyone is hanging on each of my posts, but I made a promise to myself that I'd try to do this faithfully.


So... I'm sorry. I'll get back on the horse here, and will carry on with some posts as we move into the winter months. More soon. Happy December!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Omaha Beach




Most of us stood around staring, mouths open, trying to take it all in. That beach is just so huge. It's so far from the waterline up to the sea wall. The bluffs are so high and forbidding. There are concrete bunkers and trench lines everywhere you look. There were something like 2,000 Germans defending that one stretch of beach at the Vierville draw. Good god, how did anyone survive?! I was one of many who spent some time on that beach on the 4th of July, shaking my head in wonderment, disbelieving what had happened on that spot 65 years before.

Len told us about some of the stories that we know through pop culture and other, more factual bits of literature, and that many of them came from that very stretch of sand. For one day, we stood at the spot where many of the worst stories of Omaha Beach originate. In another time, that place was hell on earth.

Today I looked up something that Len told us about the infamous Bedford Boys of Virginia - the town that had a full generation of kids who were basically wiped out in a few hours' time. And it was right there in that spot. You know that scene in Saving Private Ryan when the boat drops its ramp and the entire platoon is cut to shreds by a waiting machine gun? That incident started with the Bedford Boys' experience. This monument was built on top of the bunker referenced in the story, the one at the mouth of the draw that faced east, down the beach:

There were many powerful moments on our trip, but for me I think that the trip to Omaha Beach topped the list. I came away with a couple pounds of sand and rocks which I plan to put into keepsake vials for myself and others.

Monday, July 13, 2009

The Davidson Crowd


All the photos are now downloaded, and I'll do my best to get some more out there for you to see along with some descriptions of the things we saw over those last few days of our trip. In the meantime, here is a good shot of the Davidson alumni group after dinner on our final night in Rudesheim.

In the days since our return I've spent a good deal of time thinking about all that we saw and did - what an amazing experience, and how nice to spend it with a group from Davidson!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Dinner Guests!

Bill Davis and Dennis Phillips.

Bruce Darden and Don Lupo.

We had the pleasure on our last night in Germany of being joined by two Davidson ex-pats, Don Lupo '78 and Dennis Phillips '65. They've each lived in the Frankfurt area for some time now, and had been attending the same church for a long time before they met each other and realized their Davidson connection. Good of them to come out and meet us!