Yesterday I was thinking about the Centennial in May and part of the process involved "imagineering". I thought about all the changes that have taken place over the last century at SII/LWMA. Needless to say, I hope, I am more familiar with the last half of the one hundred year span than the first. One of the thoughts that crossed my mind as I mentally inventoried the school's physical assets had to do with plumbing. Now, you may think that anyone who takes the time to think about 50+ year-old plumbing has cerebral hemispheres which have circulatory systems desperately in need of Roto-Rooter. You may be right, but then, memories, like holding tanks, sometimes contain strange artifacts. SII's accommodations in the early forties would not have reminded you of a luxurious penthouse in the Beverly Hilton. Moreover, facilities were certainly not air-conditioned and room service was definitely unavailable. In all fairness, however, they were comfortable in the winter months, except in the basement, and there was always running water. I often wondered on Saturday nights, though, why the water ran. Why wonder about it on Saturday nights?
Saturday nights were scheduled for showers. The basement, with some concrete but mostly dirt flooring, was our "shower room". The "shower" did not boast a shower head, rather the end of the water pipe that conveyed our shower water arrogantly displayed a brass faucet. There was a small window at ground level which had lost several of its panes. The cold air circulating from the outside through the broken window, the cold, damp floor, and water that surely must have been piped in from a glacier all contributed to memories that last, happily, longer than chill bumps. So it was reasonable to wonder why the water had not frozen, since so many other things did. (I learned why those monkeys disliked cold weather.) (Forgive the small hyperbole.) Ah, but it was a time of great rejoicing after we had completed our Saturday night ritual. Just to be finished and alive was a cause for celebrating. Our dorm mother, Mrs. Smith, inspected our ears, elbows, necks and hair just to make sure we had scrubbed well - - - and you couldn't fool her!
I don't think the girls' dorm was that inhospitable. Course, I wouldn't know 'bout that.....:-) :-) :-) :-)
Ah, the good old days.
Goodwill Hall(19??)- with dormers
Notes about the buildings in the early 1940's
Looking up the hill from the road - - -
Dr. Ward's house (way to the left), to the right of Dr. Ward's house was Alabama Hall (my first dorm), to the right of Alabama Hall and further back was the dining room, to the right of the dining room, on the road, and just east of Alabama Hall was the brick building with dormers - (Goodwill Hall) - that was converted to a dorm and we moved into that building from Alabama Hall. To the right of the brick building with dormers was a wooden building with a front porch that extended clear across the front and large columns -(Allen House) - this building was the girls' dorm. To the right of the girls' dorm - and set back a little was a carpenter shop(This building started out as the Lincoln Science classroom building and later Shop classroom building and last the LWMA Supply rooms). To the right of the carpenter shop - and set back a little - was the building we used as a gym - (Ross Hall) -. To the right of the gym - further along - was/is Tallapoosa Hall.
Paul S. Strobel ('43)
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