1986

I am writing this the day after Thanksgiving; its 60 degrees outside! But there will be snow on the ground soon enough, so I polled the troops to get some fond winter memories. Sit back and enjoy. Erik Roskes remembers spending one Thanksgiving during junior or senior year on campus. "I had too much work to do before finals to take time off for home. Wednesday evening it snowed perhaps eight inches, and because eveiyone was gone the snow remained pristine over the next several days. It was just beautiful!" Lynn Tracy Nerland remembers "the first snowfall freshman year, which was the first snowfall ever for Woodward dormmate Greta Cherenfant. Also taking my skates when I went to Aquinas House to study and skating on Occom Pond as a study break." Sally Fitzhugh recalls cross-country skiing from the apartment around Occom Pond and back on a snowy winter evening. Nanny Pope Noyes writes, "Winter Carnival: making sculptures through the night and seeing the sun rise over the Green and the campus come to life, dancing to the 'Salty Dog Rag' while wearing crazy hats as your classmates head to class, the canoe races down the golf course, judging the snow sculptures in a horse-drawn carriage." John Marchiony seconds Winter Carnival, saying, "Where else could you entice people to hang outside in the winter shoveling, lifting and watering the snow for five weeks, then pull all-nighters carving and then celebrate for three days wearing snow boots and scarves one minute, tuxedos shortly thereafter and ski boots the next day?" Matthew Weatherley-White describes "one savagely cold morning when my housemate and engineering major Tom Fiddaman took a bottle of warm soapy water and a coat hanger bent into a circle and went outside. He carefully blew these massive bubbles that froze in the air. When they hit the ground, they shattered, leaving the pavement littered with the shards of frozen bubbles glittering like Venetian glass in the morning sun. They sublimated quickly and the temperature warmed rapidly so the bubbles stopped freezing." Winter was Amy Singleton Adams' favorite season at Dartmouth. She remembers seeing the Northern Lights one night from the Green. "There were a small group of us and we were lying on the snow watching all the streaks of green light go by over the library tower." Jeffrey Jones Morrison remembers photographing the Merlin ice sculpture at night and in heavy fog. David Kotz says, "One particularly fun memoiy occurred in the wee hours of April l as a small group of us dragged a kitchen table and multi-course breakfast buffet up the snowy slopes of the Dartmouth Skiway to Holt's Ledge. At dawn, when a Cabin & Trail hike group arrived on the summit for an April Fool's Day dawn hike, we were standing in formalwear with a breakfast buffet on the table." Claudine Bianchi waxes poetic with this memory: "There was this one particularly heavy, wet snowstorm during senior year when the trees from Lord, my dorm, down to Tuck, were incredibly beautiful. Luring. Inviting. Although it was well past midnight I remember walking down to the river and finding that path, following it along the Connecticut all the way to Occom. And as I reached a clearing at the end of the path, I found myself looking over a glistening field of white. There was so much beauty ana a sense of calm in the stillness. It was just such a perfect moment—one that I always recall when things get too hectic in the day-to-day."

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