Letters – Summer 2016
A version of this map ran in our spring issue with a story about swing states in presidential elections. Kathleen Meulbroek Hatt (ұDz’63) noticed something amiss in New England.
Concord — but which?
New Hampshire’s capital, Concord, may be in a swing state [“Swing State,” Spring 2016, p. 34], but, alas, it has not yet swung so far left that it’s in Vermont.
Kathleen Meulbroek Hatt (ұDz’63)
Hennicker, N.H.
[Editor’s note: Our illustrator indeed meant to indicate Concord, N.H., not Concord, Vt., which also exists. Corrected map above. Thanks for alerting us to the mix-up, Kathleen.]
Gratitude
Seventy years ago I walked across the stage of Macky Auditorium and received my diploma from the University of Colorado. It was not a large class, as the university was still operating on the three-semester system adopted during World War II, but it was a life-changing event for me.
My degree heralded a lifetime’s devotion to practicing skills given to me by my four years at -Boulder. My association in the College of Music with masters such as Mark Wessel, Everett Hilty, Horace Jones, Warner Imig, Alexander Grant and Hugh McMillan gave me the foundation and skills to guide me through these ensuing years of teaching other students.
I also need to credit two masters of English literature, George Reynolds and Francis Wolle, for they guided me to a lifetime love and appreciation of our literary heritage.
I am absolutely certain that my experiences are not unique, but they have made a lifetime of difference for me. I have always claimed my education experiences to be truly lifetime grants, and I thank the university for continuing its tradition of combining eager young minds with the expertise, knowledge and wisdom of masters who skillfully and expertly share their experiences.
I look forward to each issue of the Coloradan and thank the staff for keeping me in touch with my educational heritage for all these 70 years.
And I thank the University of Colorado for providing me with the skills that have led to an interesting and productive life and to imbuing me with curiosity to investigate and love life.
Hail to the silver and gold, and Go Buffs!
Anna Strain Everett (ѳܲ’46)&Բ;
Fort Collins, Colo.
Flatirons Memories
I enjoyed the issue, as usual, and the double spread about the Flatirons brought back many memories. I learned to ski there in 1948 and my roommate even broke her leg on that slope! More fun!
Janet Go (ұDz’53)&Բ;
Kihei, Hawaii
I read with great interest your piece on the Flatirons in the Spring 2016 Coloradan. I would like to offer some additional details.
On Saturday, Nov. 19, 1966, Larry Kline (A&S’67) and I climbed the Third Flatiron during the Air Force versus Colorado football game. The Daily Camera published an article Nov. 20, 1966, noting the [existing] “” on the Third Flatiron had been painted red. It was we who did it. Our intentions were of the environmental “monkey wrench gang” nature. We wanted to restore the rock face to its natural color. We were chagrined to look back from our escape route at NCAR to see it was, in fact, a brilliant pink!
I went on to ascend the Mount Evans road from Idaho Springs to the top of Mount Evans on a unicycle, roller skates, a recumbent bicycle and a tricycle. Larry went on to write and publish the first rock climbing guide to the Sandia Mountains near Albuquerque while stationed there in the U.S. Air Force.
Bill Conklin (A&S’67; MComm’73)
Denver
Illustration by Josh Cochran; photo by Casey A. Cass