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My memories at the C of I are more non-academic; that is to say they are more life-oriented than book-oriented. I came to the C of I in September, 1965, as a 17-year-old in his first extended time away from home, the South Bay area of Los Angeles. Everything about C of I was a new experience for me. The students and staff made the experience easier and I found that I wasn't alone. Lifelong friendships were made and from them I learned new perspectives, new cultures, new methods and new insights.
Living in Anderson Hall was also a new social experience. Coping with the daily life in the dorm gave me experiences that I would fall back on in later years—this made coping with Army basic training and law enforcement training so much easier. Being exposed to the cultures, perspectives and experiences of my fellow students gave me insights and understanding that would help me deal with people in my law enforcement life.
These things didn't come from class lectures or papers, but from those wonderful, caring, devoted and selfless folks who were the students, staff and friends of the College that I considered part of my "family''. Today, I have new "family" members at the College, and it is clear that a song of Sonny and Cher's has got it right, even at today's College of Idaho..........The Beat Goes On. Go Yotes!
Donald G. Mathews ’54
The College of Idaho was, for me, Professors James L. Martin, George Wolfe, Leslie V. Brock and Erwin Schwiebert. Martin sent me to Yale; Wolfe sent me into social democracy; Brock sent me into History; and Schwiebert sent me into engaging arguments pro-and-con while encouraging me to be empathic even with those with whom I disagreed.
The College was a haven from the dangerous hysteria of Senator Joseph McCarthy's Amerika; the library had subscriptions with I. F. Stone, Soviet Union Today, Hanoi, Seoul, and many others—magazines certainly not available at home. Discussion with classmate and future Rhodes Scholar Erling Skorpen was an education in itself—from NYC, he found the C of I through Schwiebert in Northern Idaho, of all places. The debate team was my home for four years; the Scarlet Masque theatre club was my entertainment. Oh, yes, and R. C. Owens was not only a great athlete, but also a breath of fresh air!
But Professors Wolfe-Brock-Martin-Schwiebert: they were the College and the people who launched me into further education through teaching at Princeton, Duke and the University of North Carolina. The College now, more than ever before, is the liminal space within which the values of liberal arts education are preserved and taught and from which we become a more enlightened people in service to those values, I hope.
Carol (Dabill) Hobbs ’83
For my last two years at the C of I, my work study assignment was in Terteling Library. I LOVE that building. Every time I stepped inside, I felt a load come off my shoulders; no matter how demanding my studies were, or the deadlines I had facing me in various classes, during the time I was in the library it was quiet and I was at peace. There was something restful and rejuvenating, just being among the stacks of books, re-shelving and organizing them. It was the most orderly place I've ever been.
I spent a good deal of time there in addition to my work study, researching my final paper for the Gipson Scholar program. Even if I was simply reading a novel, it was a quiet, peaceful place to be and absolutely my favorite spot on campus. The high ceilings and multiple windows made me feel like I could truly stretch out, both physically and intellectually.
I know that C of I will be receiving a new library, the Cruzen-Murray Library, and I'm sure it will serve the needs of the campus community quite well. But I'll miss Terteling Library. It was a beautifully designed and eminently useful, not only for me but for the hundreds of C of I students who entered--and continue to enter--through its doors.