More than a quarter of a million stories have been written at MU and the Mizzou Alumni Association wants to hear yours. Every week we will be posting new stories from alumni and Tiger fans about what Mizzou has added to their lives.
Dr. and Mrs. David Rudman recently took the family to Jerusalem and celebrated their 20th anniversary. They are possibly the only Homecoming King and Queen to later marry. She was Julie Rothwell, a Kappa Alpha Theta and Panhellenic vice-president, and David was the second of three Rudman brothers who were Pikes. He was also president of his med school class, and both were in Mystical 7. Through their Homecoming appearances, they fell in love, married in 1995, and eventually settled in Leawood, KS where they're raising three kids and two dogs.
Scroll down to enjoy the stories fellow Tigers are writing about their time at Mizzou, then share your own Tiger tale today!
Enjoy a Tiger Tale:
Carol Rothwell, '64
Carter and Dayton Marcks have grown up in Columbia, Mo. as children of two MU alumni, Melody Weaver Marcks and Brian Charles Marcks. Carter, the one with the baseball bat, is going into his fourth year at MU in the Trulaske College of Business accounting program. Dayton, the one with the hockey stick, just graduated from Rock Bridge High School and will begin classes in the fall at MU in the College of Engineering. They were a little confused early on about sports and how to dress appropriately for the SEC in the early years, but have always been Tigers in spirit and heart. Funny things you come across later in time.
I graduated from MU in 1962 while my wife graduated from Christian College the same year. We were married in the A. P. Green Chapel there at the Student Center on the same day we both graduated. We have been married for 52 years. Although we both did not graduate from MU, the university was the launching point of a long and loving relationship for both my wife and I. We each have gone on and completed our Doctorate degrees and have now been retired for over 18 years. My wife is a former Superintendent of Schools in Colorado while I was President of Colorado Community/Junior College.
This evening one of the PBS stations featured songs of the ‘50s. Of course when you talk about songs of the ‘50s you have to include Little Darlin by the Diamonds. How well I remember that one. I was a student in the college of engineering at Mizzou when this became popular. At that time all engineering students had classes on Saturday so we weren’t able to go out and howl on Fridays as all the other students did. However, on Saturday afternoon after classes we made a bee line to Andy’s Corner which was formerly a residence that had been converted into a tavern. At that time the only alcohol that could be sold by the drink in Columbia, MO was 3.2 beer. But, my how we guzzled the Gawd awful stuff. Anyway, Andys was this this el zippo nothing place on a two lane highway a couple miles outside the city limits of Columbia where the Mizzou students congregated on Friday and Saturdays after classes (as I said engineering students could only howl on Saturdays because of Saturday morning classes). It had an unpaved, unmarked parking lot and an outside two holer. The very small parking lot would be filled on a random, helter-skelter fashion and the overload would park alongside both sides of the two lane highway. It was quite an amazing situation. Of course, the one room “tavern” didn’t hold many people so the overflow just stood in the parking lot and howled along with the music that was being played by the jukebox inside. But how could beer be served to such an unruly, howling mob you ask. Simple. You simply passed forward a quarter, the price of a bottle of beer (flip tops had not yet become popular) and soon a bottle of Schlitz, Budweiser or whatever the purveyor might have grabbed out of the cooler, would come back, hand over hand, to the purchaser. I can’t adequately describe the situation. You had to have been there. So, where does Little Darlin fit into all of this? At the time Little Darlin was the song most played on the juke box (it may have been repeated four or five or six or who knows how many times) and we all howled along with The Diamonds as they went through the drill. We did this until we were cross-eyed (from the $.25 beer or the song, or which ever came first). But I can never hear this song without those memories flooding back. What an era.
Larry Hannah, BSME '61, JD '65
In 2001, my son and I attended the Sports Hall of Fame presentation in Springfield, Mo. We were walking down the hall and I heard a voice and said to Ty, "That is Coach Kadleck." I stuck my head inside the door and he said "Come on in!" In the room sitting in chairs were Coach Kadleck, Bob Broeg and Stan Musial. All three of these men knew each other from St. Louis. This day Bob Broeg was being recognized as a sport writer journalist. Ty and I sat with these guys for the rest of the afternoon and heard all kinds of stories. I had my camera with me and took lots of pictures. Since the passing of Coach Kadlec I wanted to share this photo with Mizzou Nation. I am a retired teacher and football coach from West Plains and after meeting with Coach on this day we continued staying in contact. Our school took our football team to MU in the summers for football camps. My son Ty walked on at Mizzou his Freshman year and later transferred to MSU in Springfield. He's currently coaching and teaching school in Arkansas. My father, Hilliard, played football for Don Faurot at Kirksville before he went to MU to coach. Just another football story but want a great time to share when we are in the hunt for the SEC Title.
Joe Davis, '73
I learned a week or so prior to the Traditions Plaza dedication that my nephew, Chris Baker, BS BA ‘13, had purchased a brick. He said he had “forgotten” the exact inscription. I presumed he was too busy in Naval flight school to tell me about it initially. As I work on campus, I suggested I find it at the dedication and take photos for him. I went looking around and was nearly standing on the brick, I looked down and burst into tears…(in memory of his grandma…my mom…a crazy big Mizzou football and basketball fan). When we moved to central Missouri in 1980, we chose Columbia over other communities because of her love for the Tigers…she wanted season tickets! What a cool surprise and a wonderful tribute that touched our entire family!
As I new freshman in 1960, I was walking around campus, the quadrangle, my first day, educating myself as to where my classes would be, not looking where I was going and literally ran into two football players, Norris Stevenson and Mel Gray. I apologized for my freshman mistake and they just smiled. What great players and gentlemen they were.
Robert Harrison, BA '64
A Tiger's Tale: 'Twas the eve of the SEC game, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The Carr family was nestled all snug in their beds, with vision of Mizzou winning dancing in their heads. The tiger tail had been hung from the car trunk with care, for the drive to Atlanta to the Georgia Dome there. That's where the game tickets would be waiting, but only after some serious tailgating. Go Franklin, Green-Beckham, Washington and Josey. A win would give us a scene even more cozy. The Big Easy with its jazz, its beignets and such. Is a trip to the Sugar Bowl asking too much?
Kristi Carr, BJ '71
My Mizzou memories are fond and fun. A male friend who owned a Volkswagen (the old style) and one night in an effort to get back to Jones Hall we drove on the sidewalk on the Francis Quadrangle from downtown to the parking lot behind Jesse Hall and on to the street behind, don't remember name, but the Shack was there. Got back to Jones Hall in time. However, I kept waiting for the campus cops to arrest us. I wonder how many other Mizzou alums can tell this memory. Well, it was the 1960's!
Walking from Graham Hall to Crowder to eat every meal, rain, snow or shine. Watching the new medical center and hospital grow out of the ground. Walking the dorms all the way to red campus, then going to white campus for more classes, sometimes on a dead run. Serenading the nursing students and girls in Johnson Hall. Drinking coffee at the Union to stay up and study; and Sundays there after church.
Donald Cohagan, BA '56, MD '60
I remember the snow day in 1978. A large group of guys from Reynolds House in Graham and girls from Banks House in Wolpers "borrowed" trays from the Pershing group cafeteria and spent the afternoon sledding down the hill onto Stankowski. We ended up in my room in Graham fixing hot chocolate by heating water in the popcorn popper. There were 15-20 of us having a great day together. My wife of 34 years, Carol, and I were engaged shortly after that day. Two of our three kids are MU grads. I put a stuffed Tiger in my son Jacob's basinette at the hospital the day he was born and it worked better than expected. He graduated as a mechanical engineer and spent five years wearing the black and gold as Truman while maximizing his college experience. We relived our college years vicariously through him and his sister, Rachel.
Kevin "Ugh" Kunce, class of '79
I completed my BS in Business Administration at Mizzou in 2002. I am now living just outside of Licoln, Neb. and make sure to represent my Mizzou pride with my seven-month-old triplets, Abby, Travis and Paisley, on game days!
Kate Souerdyke Sanburn, BS '02
I am a Mizzou graduate and current Mizzou medical student doing research abroad in Switzerland this summer. My dad and I ran a half marathon together in Filderstadt, Germany, and we were completely decked out in Mizzou gear! I am sure the German spectators along the race route were wondering, "What is 'Mizzou'?" This summer, I have had so much fun sharing my Mizzou memories and stories with my Swiss coworkers. I have even pulled up the mizzou.edu website to show them pictures of how beautiful the campus is! I am so proud to be a Mizzou Tiger, and this pride is evident across international borders!
Lydia Beck, B.A. ‘10, M.D. ‘14
As an undergraduate, my mentor was Bill Bray, Executive Director of the Missouri Press Association. Life has come full circle as my new position is Executive Director of the Texas Community Media Association (formerly Texas Community Newspaper association). Thank you, Bill, for all the good advice and example.
John Brick, B.J. '67
I was in the Spanish FIG at Mark Twain. We all really liked each other and hit it off from the moment of orientation, so we all decided to do Secret Santa with one another. We set a low limit because we were all poor college freshmen, but the gifts we got each other were hilarious and thoughtful.
I was a sports producer at KOMU and had been hired after graduation as a supervising producer. They scheduled me to produce my first-ever entire newscast on Christmas day, because no one else was in town. I did it, and then immediately got two job interviews, including one where I was flown to Alabama. I took the California offer and still live here, 18 years later.
The first Christmas after I met my Mizzou Match, we both stayed in Columbia to work for the holiday season. We spent a lot of time together that Christmas break and knew we were starting something special. 20 years and four kids later, we were apparently right!
In 2006, I was at a crossroads with my college education. I had to decide whether to spend another semester at Mizzou taking classes as a 25-year-old undergraduate or to pursue a professional music career and audition for American Idol. I decided to pursue American Idol! My academics at Mizzou were fair, but I was known around campus for my performance talents. When choosing to audition for Idol over college courses I told myself, "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! I could always fall back on Mizzou and earning my degree." So, I traveled to both Memphis, Tenn. and Seattle to audition with high hopes of stardom. My reality was shaken when I waited for hours amongst thousands of people only to audition before producers, not TV celebrity judges and didn't advance pass the producers in Memphis or Seattle. I was discouraged and became depressed. How did I receive praise for my music in college and not be good enough for American Idol? But, I kept in mind, "There's always Mizzou and finishing college!" So, I return to campus. Two months later, legendary poet Sonia Sanchez visited Mizzou at the Gaines/Oldham Black Culture Center! I had an anthology of her poems that the late professor Ahmos Zu-Bolton gave to me. I brought the book to the event for Sanchez to autograph. When Sanchez opened for questions, I got up enough courage to ask her to autograph my book! Her autograph read: "To Sister Lynita- Please continue to write my young sister! One Love...Peace, Sonia Sanchez 11/14/06". With her signing my book, I was more inspired to keep at my musical performance craft. After meeting Sanchez and coming across more challenges with college work at Mizzou, I came to the decision to withdraw from Mizzou and be an artist full time. In 2011, I re-admitted to Mizzou, but I ran into legal issues and am no longer wanted on campus. With me paying my dues to the Mizzou Alumni Association this year, I was eager to share my experience and to give perspective as a non-traditional student. I may never receive a degree from Mizzou, but Mizzou can never tell me that I'm not a TIGER, tried and true!
I bought my first Christmas tree and decorated it black and gold! I had Mizzou ornaments from top to bottom. I also bought my whole family Mizzou gifts. They knew I was a Mizzou fan and supporter for life after that Christmas!
I spent all Thanksgiving holiday in Hatch Hall with a fellow 3rd floor Weed from Ames, Iowa. We didn't have family to share the holiday with, so we hunkered down and relied on green pepper pizza for our holiday dinner.
The annual Braggin' Rights game, without a doubt, is one of the highlights of the holiday season. Our ever-expanding group of MU alums crash downtown St. Louis every year. The day-long event includes a tour of various local establishments, the sauna walk through Maggie O's and a pregame rally with MAA. And the game--that's what college b-ball is meant to be. (Hey KU, enjoy that heated rivalry with Richmond.) Tradition and excitement make MU-IL a must-see for any fan. Thank you, Tigers for another early Christmas present!
In the late 1950's, preparing to leave school to visit my parents back east, I marveled at the unseasonably high temperatures in December, and walked around the campus in shirtsleeves for five days. Then, the next day, it snowed.
For each of the past three seasons, my older brother and I, both Mizzou alums, have taken our dad to the annual Braggin' Rights game against Illinois. With Mizzou winning each time we've gone, it's been the best Christmas present we've ever given our dad.
I was in feature writing class and had to write what Christmas means to me. Being Jewish, I was struggling for something, and came up with being from the south, Christmas means camellias and azaleas blooming, wisteria on the vines... or some such. It was published in the Missourian!
As a southern California kid, my first winter at Mizzou was magical. The day before winter break of my freshman year, it snowed for the first time. I was like a little kid, standing on the quad trying to catch snowflakes in my mouth!
Attending the Tangerine Bowl in 1981 in Orlando, Fla. as a freshman in Marching Mizzou. Heavy snow falling challenged our five buses from departing Columbia but after stopping traffic on I-70 to let our buses enter we eventually arrived in sunny Florida. There are many experiences we still share today from that trip including an exciting visit to Disney World and a less desirable food poisoning occurrence on Bus #3. I was on Bus #3.
While many memories were made at Mizzou, what I love now are the memories and lasting friendships that started at Mizzou and have continued for many years later. There is a mini "Mizzou Mafia" in Washington DC, and we recently gathered to celebrate the upcoming arrival two Mizzou alums, Christopher Doering and Jennifer Dlouhy. It was a tiger themed baby shower, complete with mini Mizzou baby shoes and diaper cakes.
Suzanne Struglinski Broadfield, B.J. '00
I was in the MU Marching Band in 1948 when Harry Truman was unexpectedly elected President after having served in that office following FDR's death early in his fourth term. President Truman invited the MU Marching Band to represent the State of Missouri by leading his January 1949 inaugural parade in Washington, DC. We were jubilant in anticipation.
Our dreams, however, were dashed when the Missouri legislature refused to fund the trip. The legislature, as a consolation, invited the band to lead the governor's inaugural parade in Jefferson City. This didn't seem to be much of an honor after having Washington pulled out from under us, but they meant well. MU had a huge band by the standards of the day (about 110 strong), and it overpowered the proceeding.
It was a gloomy, cold and misty day. It started sleeting and snowing as our driver fought to keep the bus on the slippery and narrow two-lane Highway 40 while returning to Columbia. When we got there, the ground was a sheet of ice. It would have been possible to ice skate anywhere. Ice-laden trees and branches were falling across the streets and knocking down crackling power lines.
Ultimately, the only power in the city was on campus because the university had its own power plant with underground power lines. All the huge stately trees circling the Columns on Red Campus were damaged and had to be replaced by new young trees. A few years ago, Marching Mizzou was in a presidential inaugural parade. They didn't lead it, but they were there.
I was proud of them and my thoughts went back to Truman's parade. I, also, admired the fact that the band raised their own money for the trip. Why didn't we do that in 1948?
My family and I recently took a trip up to Lake Michigan from the St. Louis area for my father’s 60th birthday. While walking through Holland, Michigan’s downtown area, we took some pictures of my two daughters and my niece.
We got some really good ones including this photo. My brother, Jeff Huck (B.S. civil engineering ’98, PE), my wife Kelly (B.S. hotel and restaurant management, ’00) and I (B.S. parks and recreation, ‘00) have instilled the Mizzou traditions (including the dislike of KU) in our daughters from conception and never miss a chance to dress them in black and gold!
Hope you enjoy, and GO TIGERS!!
Adam Huck, B.S. '00
I think fondly of my years at Mizzou, when I was a married student. Our daughter was conceived there and attended classes with me for almost nine months until she was born several weeks after I graduated. She must have absorbed all those classes I took as an English major. Her latest book, Chihuahua of the Baskervilles, came out in hardcover in July. It’s a mystery and a fun read. Next year, her second mystery, Portrait of Doreen Gray, comes out in hardcover. The first is on Kindle and the second will be. Esri Allbritten is also a Mizzou alum, who has been happily married to Joe Frank for 20 years. Yikes! Time flies.
Rog and I are ticking along very happily. Had our 50th wedding anniversary in December. We have an unruly garden with too many tomatoes, a lively lifestyle, and have a cruise planned in December with Esri and Joe.
I met my Roger at Johnston Hall in 1960. I just came down the stairs, turned the corner, and there he was. This poem pretty well sums up our marriage.
Linda Allbritten, B.A. '63
I graduated from MU in 2009 and so did my husband. We just got married a couple weeks ago and I had our photographer take a picture that I thought might look cool on the website. We got married in Topeka, Kan., a little too close to Lawrence, Kan., but managed to have a great wedding all the same. When we made our entrance into the reception we came in to the fight song and threw black and gold beads to our guests! Our grooms cake also looked like the MU football field with an MU football player figurine on it.
Trinity (Nelson) Bennett, B.J. '09
A couple of your newest MAA Life Members when they were students in Columbia long ago...and have now been happily married for more than 51 years!
Bruce Strong, B.J. '59
Mary Lou Webb, B.S. Ed. '59
I am proud to call myself a Tiger from this great university, and I have begun to introduce (brainwash) my kids as young Tigers. This photo was taken of our children to celebrate MU's victory over Oklahoma on Homecoming weekend. I felt this would be a great photo for the website. The children in the photo are Carter, 5, Evan, 3, and our one-year-old triplets Landry, Lillian and Megan. I want to thank the Alumni Association for all you do to promote MU and also for the Tiger in Training book you sent after the birth of our triplets.
Thank you again and go Tigers, especially now in basketball season!
Chad Simpson B.G.S '08 and Current MUDirect to finish Master's in Business and Marketing Education in May '11
My wife Pearl and I have been involved in a Christian ministry called WEGO since 1995. WEGO stands for "Worldwide Evangelical Gospel Outreach." We have an orphanage in Nicaragua and one in Mongolia with an accredited high school in the Nicaraguan orphanage. In addition, we visit Nicaragua each year with 25 to 35 people to minister in evangelism, medical and dental work, construction activities and VBS. Pearl has started a ministry to village elementary and secondary schools where five or six of us present a curriculum to teachers and administrators entitled "Christian Moral and Ethics." This has been very well received and needed in the poorest of Latin American countries.
Jack B. Galpin
My most vivid memory of the quad is the day I was tapped for Mortar Board. It was a great honor to be among that small group of women students.
Carol Miller, B.S. B.A. '48
I wanted to share a picture of our recent trip to London and Paris. My daughter and I visited Stonehenge in July 2010 all decked out in Mizzou gear! Showing our pride around the world! She is a future graduate of 2022!
I am attaching a fantastic photo of my MU flag flying. I live in Tulsa, Okla., and I love to show off our pride and joy of winning the BIG one and being 7-0. My husband, Hal Saunders (Class of 1952, Sigma Chi), was an MU alum from Kansas City, Mo. and passed away in 2008. He would love so much to see this great record as he spoke of MU every day of his 77 years.
How about posting a big celebration for the class of 1960, University of Missouri School of Medicine! The first class to go through all four years in the new Medical School. We watched them build it, then broke it in!
Dr. Donald Cohagan
When I was a freshman and still didn't understand football date protocol, I was asked to the Homecoming game. I accepted, but then said yes to another date that night. My game date was furious and rightly so. His parents had come into the game and were expecting to taking us out to dinner before the party at his fraternity house. I cannot remember a more embarrassing Homecoming; however, I did learn the ins and outs for Homecoming protocol!
Barbara Bassin Grossman, '66
Dad's Weekend 2007: Mike Meehan, B.S. B.A. '70, with twins Philip (left), pre-dental '09, and David (right), business finance '09.
Mike Meehan, B.S. B.A. '70
It was 1973, and I was a pledge in the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity (FIJI). We were scheduled to play Nebraska the upcoming Saturday in Columbia. At the time, Nebraska was 5-0 and ranked #2 in the national polls. Mizzou was also undefeated at 5-0 and #10 in the polls. It was my first taste of true Missouri pride and excitement at an upcoming athletic event, though there would be many to come before my graduation in 1977.
My brother was our pledge trainer and came up with an idea Thursday night before the game against the Cornhuskers. If my pledge class (there were 30 of us) could pull a prank to show the world how enthusiastic we all were in supporting our team, then we would be let out of pledge duties for a week following the game.
Friday afternoon, we scouted the perimeter of Faurot Field, the parking lots and the intersections. Satisfied that our plan was sound, we then returned to the fraternity to await nightfall. As if on some clandestine military mission, we all dressed in black, grabbed pliers, gloves, chicken wire, bolt cutters and other assorted tools. We then headed over to Faurot Field to accomplish our mission.
We posted lookouts at each corner of the intersection of Stadium and Providence (although I don't know much what good it would have done to help our cause). The rest of us then crossed over to the corner of the intersection and hid behind the sign with the bolted-down stainless steel 24-inch letters. We worked for about 30 minutes removing and rearranging the field name to complete our task. We then returned home to alert everyone that our mission had been accomplished and all would be able to see the results in the morning.
That next morning as people began to arrive to the game, a crowd began to gather on the sidewalk and in the grass outside of the stadium and stare at the sign along Stadium Boulevard. There for all to see was the name of the stadium, albeit in an altered form, it read: "FAROUT FIELD."
Mizzou went on that day to defeat Nebraska 13-12, as Nebraska went for a two-point conversion and failed with less than a minute remaining in the game. It was the first game I ever saw the goalpost on a football field torn down. Sports Illustrated did an article on the game that day and along with their article was a picture of the sign outside of the stadium with the caption, "Missouri fans prediction comes true."
Proud to be a Missouri life member,
Max Carey, B.S. '77
Gotta love these Tigers in training:
Children of alumni Terry (1983) and Lisa Overby Langley (1985) and Nate (2001) and Claire Miller Simmons (2000). The kids and parents painted the Jayhawk to hang from a noose at our tailgate, but we thought it look better in the tiger's mouth!
Lisa Langley, '85
Our Generations of Mizzou Legacies
This summer the Alumni Association received a story from Charles Williams, B.S. '57, M.S. '67, Ph.D '68, outlining the proud Mizzou legacy of his family. Currently, 3,224 Mizzou students are legacies who are following in one or more parent's or grandparent's footsteps.
In a tribute to Mizzou families everywhere that their children to cheer for the black and gold, we share with you the Williams family story:
I first met Dolores B. Vieten at a square dance in the big ballroom of Memorial Union on January 16, 1955. After seeing her at the soda shop in Memorial a few weeks later, I called her for a date. We dated during the spring until Dolores graduated in 1955 with a bachelor's in education, then immediately came to my home in Aurora, Mo. for a visit. I was working as a summer laborer at the MU Dairy Farm during the summer, but I traveled to visit Dolores and her family in Spring Bluff, Mo. for a family gathering as we continued to go steady.
I proposed to Dolores on Jan. 17, 1956, and wedding plans were set for when I was due to return home from the USAF ROTC Summer Camp at Webb Air Force Base in Big Spring, Texas. After riding the train overnight (I can still hear the grinding and squealing of the steel wheels on the iron track), Dolores was in Rolla, Mo to pick me up and travel back to her farm. We were married in Sullivan, Mo. and honeymooned in Canada and the Great Lakes. We returned to Columbia where I was a senior at Mizzou and Dolores was a home economics teacher in Hallsville Public Schools. When I graduated from Mizzou in 1957 with a B.S. in agriculture and a USAF Commission as 2nd Lieutenant, USAF, I was ordered to active duty at Edwards AFB in California.
Our first child, Nathan, was born there in July 1958 and our second child, Gregory, was born at Kapiolani Hospital in Honolulu in February, 1960. After transferring to Wheeler AFB in Hawaii, our third child, Rachelle, was born in March 1962. In 1965, however, I was back at Mizzou in 1963 to complete my graduate degrees in agricultural chemistry and since that time have written over 50 referred publications over a 32-year medical research career. I retired to our home in the Lake of the Ozarks, Mo. in December, 2000.
I am proud of what my family has accomplished, including Nathan, who completed a B.S. in chemistry in 1980 and graduated from the university's law school in 1988. Nathan married Yolanda Leuhr and has three children, Kalen, Katrice and Karissa.
Gregory completed a B.S. in Economics from Mizzou in 1981 and also graduated from the Mizzou Law School in 1984. He married Debra Synder and they have a son, Zane, who graduated from Mizzou in 2007 with a B.S. in anthropology and from Mizzou Law School with a J.D. Their daughter, Chelsea, graduated with a B.S. in biology in 2010.
Rachelle graduated from Mizzou with a B.S. in secondary math education and married a fellow Mizzou grad, Steven Gegg, who has a B.S. in mechanical engineering.
We are very pleased the first three grandchildren have completed college degrees, and we look forward to the remaining six, ranging in age from third grade to college freshmen. This result brings to fruition a dream I had during my first year at Mizzou that my children would graduate from college and pursue professional careers.
Ronan Williams, the first of the fourth generation arrived June 13, 2010, and we hope he will continue the tradition in the Williams family of graduating from Mizzou in his chosen field.
Our Mizzou Matches:
Charles H. Williams & Dolores B. Vieten
Nathan Williams & Yolanda Luehr
Rachelle Williams & Steven Gegg
Zane Williams & Emily Brickell
Other family members that are Mizzou matches:
John Campbell & Eunice Vieten
Noel Vieten & Mary Moore Bruns
Memories of the Quad:
Having chosen Columbia as our home after having met at Mizzou and married at the student union more than 20 years before, we were again living in Columbia within walking distance of the campus in the late 1980s. Since Gary was working for the University Hospital, he had become quite familiar with the money-saving (we assume) practice of filling open positions on an "interim" basis throughout the university system, sometimes even for years. As we walked through the snow-covered quadrangle one winter, we were amused by the sight of a well constructed snowman with a sign hanging around his "neck." It read "INTERIM SNOWMAN." So sorry we didn't have a camera to record the masterpiece; just a pleasant memory.
Sue and Gary Cummins
Going to Mizzou and the memories I have from my experience, I can honestly say it was the best four years of my life. I loved it so much and I am such a huge Missouri fan that I even named my dog Tiger! Tiger, as you can see from the picture, is a huge Mizzou fan as well. He loves showing his Mizzou spirit, being proud of his name and his clothing attire.
I'm proud of my Mizzou J-school education and of Mizzou in general. I still know the Tiger fight song, and of course, the "Cheer for Ole' Mizzou." I'll never forget my first day as a freshman, the orientation at Jesse Hall and the cheerleaders teaching that cheer. Mizzou-Rah!
Susan P. Holmberg, B.J.
My older brothers, Ben, Don and Jay are all Tigers, as are my wife, Debbie, and son, Jared. Combined, the years of graduation from MU are 1959-2009. This is my 35th year at Ol' Mizzou as an associate professor in the Department of Parks, Recreation and Tourism. One of my fondest experiences at Mizzou is in helping bring the wheelchair basketball team to Mizzou in 2005.
Jerry Hitzhusen, B.S. '63, M.S. '71
My husband and I traveled from Pennsylvania to the journalism centennial, but my highlight was really going back to a football game for the first time in 30 years! It was fabulous! As a Marching Mizzou alum, I took in every bit of the Tiger Fever. And I brought plenty of Tiger souvenirs back east with me! I'll be watching the M-I-Z...Z-O-U all season!
My wife Anne T. Brady-Mathews and I met at MIZZOU during the spring of 1982. She was in Weston and I lived in Miller House. Our dorm mates thought it would be a funny to set us up as a joke, but guess what? We just celebrated 25 years of marriage. How about that? We bleed Mizzou black and gold even in the middle of the land of the scarlet and grey of the Buckeyes.
You might say that everything I really learned in college, I learned in my sorority, Zeta Tau Alpha. Although my father was hesitant for me to join a sorority, through Zeta, I've developed lifelong friendships and been able to easily transition to life in a new city.
After college, I received a job offer in nonprofit development due to my philanthropy work in college. And when I got my first real job, it was as a court advocate for domestic violence and sexual assault victims as a result of my experience as a Greek Advocate for my chapter.
When I moved to Washington, D.C. in May 2005 for the Presidential Management Fellowship, I literally knew no one, but Zeta sisters in my new hometown offered me a place to stay while looking for housing, helped me find an apartment and took me out to happy hours and dinners when I didn't have any friends. I met one of my best friends through our alumnae group!
I've had the opportunity to be an advocate for breast cancer education, research and awareness as the Race Representative for the Susan G. Komen Global Race for the Cure, in charge of the survivor recognition program. Through that opportunity, I've attended events at the Vice President's residence as a guest of Vice President Joe Biden and Dr. Jill Biden I've also been able to assist Zeta on their Government Relations Committee, representing the women's fraternity on issues of safe housing and promoting the Capital Fraternal Caucus. The picture is of me with Vice President and Dr. Biden at the Vice President's Residence Komen Global Race for the Cure Kick-off event in May 2009.
With two of my Mizzou Zeta sisters, I walked the Washington, D.C. Komen Breast Cancer 3-Day in 2008 and was honored to serve as the "for my grandmother" flag bearer in the opening and closing ceremonies.
I'll be walking down the aisle this August 14, 2010 with three Zeta sisters by my side.
Being a farm boy from near Hermann, Mo., my entering campus life was like a dream come true. I loved it. I met my wife Sue Beauchamp Weiser from the Moberly, Mo. area) as well as some of the best friends ever. We have now been married 51 years, have had five kids and have three grandsons. I had always enjoyed geology and thoroughly enjoyed my geology courses, as well as most other courses. Nearly all my courses helped in my success in various ways. I achieved a lifelong dream to see the world, so I have been in 49 countries and all the states. Go Tigers!
Robert "Bud" Weiser, B.A. '58, M.A. '60
I met Erin my first week of freshman year. We became close very quickly and remained best friends even when we lived across the country after graduation. I moved to D.C. because of her and we are now roommates (in a very grown-up apartment filled with Mizzou stuff.) This was our first Halloween together since we graduated. With our height difference it was perfect to be Willy Wonka and an oompa-loompa!
We wish all of you could see our Missouri Tiger flag proudly on display at our home in Emerald Bay, Laguna Beach, Calif. Our granddaughter, Sarah Bird, gave it to us before her graduation in 2007. She is now in Finland, working on her Ph.D in astrophysics. We graduated in 1947 and 1955, so our family has a longtime Mizzou connection, and we are very happy to fly the flag here.
Bill and Nancy Bird
Born and raised in Omaha, Neb., I was fortunate enough to graduate from the Mizzou J-school in the advertising sequence.
At a J-school career fair, I met the St. Louis Rams marketing/PR personnel and became an intern during my senior year. After graduation, the Rams offered me a full-time position with the NFL working with corporate sponsors including Bank of America and Anheuser-Busch. My Mizzou degree allowed me this awesome opportunity.
I also met my closest nine friends while being a member of the Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority. Four years after graduation, they are still my closest gals! This picture is six of us during the 2009 Mizzou Homecoming.
Eleanor Baskett Mulder was recently honored by United Way of Lane County as the local volunteer blood donor to Lane Memorial Blood Bank, having donated whole blood and platelets 408 times in Eugene, Ore. This has a Columbia, Mo., connection as she started donating at 16 in Columbia and donated off and on there until 1954. She also donated in Cleveland, Ohio, Liverpool, England, and Austin, Minn.
Victor A.G. Ohman (1924-2002) attended the University of Missouri during the 1950s but did not focus enough on his classwork and withdrew without a degree. This decision he came to deeply regret. Following his retirement as Vice President-Personnel at Shelter Insurance Company in 1989, he returned to the university and earned a bachelor's degree at age 67. At the 1991 graduation ceremony, the presenter of diplomas complimented him on his return to education, and his fellow graduates subsequently awarded him an ovation.
In 1998, after 50 years, I attended the Gold Medal Reunion for the class of 1948, and I was very happy to receive my gold medal on April 28, 1998.
I graduated, with four children, on the G.I. Bill following four years in the Navy during the Korean War. I spent 35 years with MODOT and retired in 1992. My wife, children and I still follow Mizzou athletics and are proud of the university and all it offers. Our fifth child graduated from Mizzou with an education degree.
When I arrived in Columbia in August of 1979, I had no idea what the MU/KU rivalry was all about. Growing up, I had known of Army/Navy, USC/UCLA and Nebraska/Oklahoma, but the Missouri/Kansas battle was not on my radar. I learned quickly that the dislike between the two schools ran heavy and deep.
During football games, you could feel the tension in the air and at the Hearnes Center for basketball, it was even more intense because of the noise and the close confines of the arena.
When I started dating Linda, I did not know that she had attended KU, not that it really would have mattered. We watched this year's game with her sister who was visiting from Kansas City, Kan. Both are Jayhawk fans and wore it just as proudly as I wore my Mizzou sweatshirt.
A student, carrying a quart jar, came running breathlessly through the dairy barn. "I need a quart of warm milk to take back to my fraternity," he blurted out. Having just removed the milking machine from a Holstein cow, I removed the lid from the stainless steel pail and said, "Hold out your jar." While racing out of the barn, a very happy fraternity pledge carried his jar of warm milk.
While earning my B.S. in agriculture, I worked weekends helping milk Mizzou's 80-cow dairy herd on campus. Since then, I have wondered if the fraternity brothers realized that 3:00 a.m. was during the morning milking time. Finding a cow willing to allow a stranger to hand-milk a quart of milk would have been quite a challenge. The cows were accustomed to eating a gallon or so of succulent grain during their milking period. During the past 50 years, this story has brought a thousand smiles to me and many others.
My primary calling has been serving as a Free Will Baptist minister. 38 of those years, I worked in some aspect of church planting ministry.
I highly value the years I spent at Mizzou, and I remain a loyal Tiger fan.
John Mark Vandivort, B.S. Ag '59
It's been 50 years since I was a Kappa Kappa Gamma and student at Mizzou. I am still in touch with several sorority sisters. I cherish my time at Mizzou and the friends I met there. I did come back for the 125-year anniversary of Kappa Kappa Gamma--the school has changed so much. So big! It was just great to be back in Columbia again.
I've had a lot of firsts in my life as a young black girl trying to make a difference with huge hopes and dreams and a mom who believed in exposure. However, she was determined not to allow me to go too far from home when I started scouting out colleges. MU was far enough away without being too far. I wanted to be in public relations, thus j-school was my destination. Unbeknownst to me, there were only two PR classes.
I entered with the 120th freshman class, knowing very little, but eager to learn and be exposed to all that college had to offer. Laws Hall, one of the newer dorms, was my new world, especially with was going on each weekend with Greek Town and college football games right outside my dorm window. I immersed myself in everything: pledged Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Tiger Hostess (1973-77)for Athletic Dept., Greek Week Queen candidate when we didn't have a chance of even being considered, and j-school 1977 Senior Class officer..really, too much to list.
Thanks to Ruth Schwartz, j-school Scholarship Chair, Clarence Wine, Jennifer Hill, Doris Lewis (Leo Lewis's mom), and Sandy and Prentis Gautt, J-school buds who all worked in the Graphics Department. I can't remember some names, but a host of folk left an indelible mark on my life over 32 years ago. I have fond memories as I sit here in my MU sweatshirt looking forward to my next trip to Saint Louis and MU! I look forward to hearing from any one who remembers Robin Morgan, 1973-77, because I'm sure we can share gory details
After taking a B.A. and M.A. in English at MU, I went on to Yale for a Ph.D, then a Fulbright Scholarship to Italy and a long teaching career at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro. I have been retired for a number of years and still live in Greensboro.
I grew up in Columbia in the '60s and '70s. I stumbled upon the opportunity to sell Sno-Cones at the Mizzou home games at the age of 13. There is nothing like the excitement of football Saturdays. Stores closed and Stadium Boulevard was lined with cars. Selling refreshment was fierce competition. Getting a tray of Sno-Cones sold before they melted required a great deal of salesmanship and hustle.
I went to Mizzou once I graduated from Rock Bridge High School. A knee injury required me to drop out and follow my family, who moved to South Dakota. Shortly after my move, I became a realtor, putting my sales skills and hustle learned on Football Saturdays to use. I am now one of Sioux Falls top producing realtors and am currently the President of the Realtor Association of the Sioux Empire. I owe it all to Mizzou and selling Sno-Cones on Football Saturday!
My wisest choice will always be that I decided to go to MU for graduate school. Drs. Weatherly, Clark Craig and others set in motion real learning. I was green, and they gave me an endless variety of colors, which I floated in 25 years of college teaching and continue to hoist for the endless pleasure of real understanding.
My four years as a student at the university were life changing. Not only did I receive a terrific education, but I also met wonderful people on campus and in Columbia. All through my 30+ years of teaching, I was so proud to answer the question: “Where did you to go school?” with a firm voice, “MU!"
Yes, I would choose Mizzou again.
Coming from a tiny high school, I found Mizzou to be a new world. Life-long friends in Johnston Hall and inspiring teachers like Dr. Brunk in calculus and Dr. Neidhardt in Cycle of the West made it so. Yes, I would choose Mizzou again.
Four years after graduation, my new husband and I choose Mizzou again. I have many pleasant memories of Dean Croft and Jack Morgan in the Engineering Dean’s Office where I worked to put hubby through Vet School. Yes, I would choose Mizzou again.
From 1978 to 1982, we sent four of five kids to Mizzou. Yes, I would choose Mizzou again.
In 2005 at Meet Mizzou Day, the Associate Dean of the J-School spoke so convincingly, my granddaughter chose Mizzou.
Finally, I continue to choose Mizzou. For 34 years at Platte County R-3, I’ve been telling my brightest and best about Mizzou.
In September of 1958, I enrolled in the University of Missouri. I had just been discharged from the United States Navy. It was a time where there were very few black students at MU. I remember the anxiety and tension I felt as my mother and father wished me well when I left for my first day on campus. The anxiety increased as I made my way through the enrollment process. Some people were friendly; some were not--most were just indifferent.
I remember standing in line at the University Bookstore waiting to pay for my first semester books. Much to my embarrassment, I was a few cents short of the amount due. As I counted and recounted the money in my hand somehow hoping to magically make the amount equal to what I owed the cashier, a young white girl behind me asked “Do you need some money?” My mind was a blur as she put several coins in my hand. I never saw her again but I will forever be grateful for that moment of kindness.
Although I lived at home with my parents, I felt a part of university life. Of course, I was not, but I still found the college atmosphere exciting. Walking across the beautiful, spacious campus, attending classes and going to the Saturday afternoon football games were moments that I always cherished. There were always several standout black football players and that gave me a special sense of pride. I didn’t know any of them personally but that didn’t matter.
Because there were so few blacks on campus, it was rare to meet another black student in class. I never had one black professor or teacher in my entire undergraduate and graduate years. That didn’t dampen my enthusiasm for the college experience.
By the time I was an upperclassman, the anxiety that I felt as a freshman had all but disappeared. I had learned how to apply myself the rigors of college academics. I found most of my professors interesting and encouraging.
Today, 40 years later, when I return to Columbia, I always revisit the MU campus. I feel a sense of nostalgia. The streets and roadways are much more crowded and what used to be two way roads are now one way streets. However, the heart of campus remains the same.
I hope today there are more African American students. I hope there are African American faculty and administrators.
Would I attend MU again? You bet I would!
Chester Leroy Wisley
The Finleys: Denis ’87 and Lisa ‘87 Married: June 3, 1995 How they met: At Shakespeare’s during the first game of the 1985 World Series. My friend and I had to share a table with my wife and her friend. My first words to my future wife were “are you gonna eat the rest of that pizza? Favorite Memory: The day my wife and I met.
The Mileses: David ‘94 and Jennifer ‘94 Married: August 22, 1993 How they met: Jennifer and I began dating in high school, but further developed our relationship at MU. We were engaged by the Columns and got married just before our senior year. It is wonderful to visit campus and share stories with our children.
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MU/kU rivalry memories:
It was January 1990. The KU basketball team was ranked number one, and I traveled to Columbia to watch the rivalry game at Harpo's. The place was packed with black and gold, but some crimson and blue interspersed the crowd. As I fanatically cheered on the Tigers who pulled off the amazing upset, I noticed a camera man near our corner of the popular watering hole. I told my friends, "I know I made the paper." The next morning before heading back to KC, I stopped to buy a Columbia Tribune. There on the front page was yours truly jumping in the air with fists clenched in victory. In the crowd was a dejected Jayhawk fan who just happened to be a high school boyfriend of mine. The picture was priceless, and I didn't waste the opportunity to fax my friend the newspaper photo. Today the picture is framed and hanging in my basement. GO TIGERS-beat KU!
Sara Maybrier Shields, B.S. Ed 1989
My favorite memory of the MU/KU rivalry was standing in line outside of Hearnes for about six hours on a cold Sunday morning my junior year to get good seats for the game. Large groups of all of my friends were there with hot chocolate, doughnuts, orange juice, and good times. It was in that moment, surrounded by all of my friends, hoping for a victory against our nemesis, and irrationally standing in the hope that I might get good seats for the game that I realized that college wouldn’t last forever, and that I was extremely lucky to call myself a Tiger.
I attended MIZZOU for four glorious years during some of the greatest of the Dan Devine years, 1967 to 1971. I was an engineering major while my older brother was an architect at KU. Needless to say, the rivalry was at a very high pitch.
During those years, the battle was always a Thanksgiving break ritual. It was KU's turn to host the annual classic in Lawrence.That particular year I brought three of my buddies home to Kansas City for the holiday. My brother was also home for the holiday and could not understand why we insisted on going down to Lawrence the day before the game. He assured us the campus was dead with nobody to be found and nothing happening in the town due to the holiday break. Like everything else regarding our competitive relationship at the time, just the thought of us going down a day early raised the hair on his neck; but he could not figure out why. Nor did my mother know why I had asked her, weeks earlier, to make several large MU flags so that my friends and I could use them for wall hangings in our dorm rooms. The stage was set!
Around noon the day before the game we left for Lawrence, arriving in the early afternoon with plenty of daylight remaining to scout out the campus. We were in search of construction cranes that could serve effectively as flag poles for Mom's flags. After noting all the cranes, the access, lighting, etc.; we departed the campus to let the hours tick bye. Needing some food and a place to finalize our plans, we purchased some carry out and sought the comfort of some nice plush carpet in a vacant student apartment complex that was under construction close to the campus. At 1 am, all four of us dressed in black with our faces blackened as well and departed for our targets. Crane number one proved to be the easiest and most productive. It sat perched just beyond the top of the hill at the South end of the Stadium. I was elected to climb the crane and hang the first flag while my partners performed security lookout. As one might expect, the campus police were on duty that night and did make their rounds. Our lookout patrol worked to a tee. While high above the campus in the dark night sky, I hugged the crane, upon warning, as the campus police slowly drove beneath me. His trained eye was not looking above his head. After successfully completing crane one, we proceeded to number two and three. Number two was equally easy but the impact did not turn out to be as great as number one. Crane three posed significant challenges as it was a horizontal crane. After much debate and many failed attempts, our team decided against making a final high risk try. We departed the campus for our apartment with a some brew to celebrate our success.
The next morning came early and off to the game we went. We had no tickets and had no intention of buying our way into the game. We headed directly to the concession area and asked if we could sell drinks to make a few bucks. As the crowd gathered we mingled amongst them as they watched my Mom's MU flag flying high above the hill for all to see. After selling our first tray of drinks we found our seats and watched the game with absolute joy, not yet realizing the hundreds of thousands of Kansas and Missouri citizens that would enjoy the view.The next morning, my buddies and I awoke, as did my furious brother and surprised mother, to a large above the fold photograph of our MU flag flying high above the KU campus on the front page of the Kansas City Star. What a joy! What a memory! My brother has never gotten over that weekend.
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Why I became an Alumni Association life member:
...since the University of Missouri will always have a special place in my heart, I couldn’t think of a better way of showing my pride for ‘Ol Mizzou than by becoming a life member of the Mizzou Alumni Association. I can’t wait for my kids to see the pride that Daddy feels for Mizzou as they view the Tiger Plaza in the years to come. Hopefully it will inspire them to become proud members of the Mizzou family some day as well.
John Scharfen, B.S. B.A. ‘92
…my association with the university goes back to 20 years, two degrees and a lifetime of memories Every day, the education and experiences I received at MU continue to serve me well as I meet life’s challenges.
Jay M. Dade, B.J. ’85, J.D. ‘93
…I wanted to give back to the university for the excellent education I received and the great memories of playing football. My teachers as well as my coaches taught me time management, discipline and the character needed to work hard in the classroom as well as on the field. They instilled in me the qualities needed to be successful in the game of life.
Dr. John W. Tabash, B.A. ‘77, D.D.S. '81, M.S. '83
…to express in some small measure my thanks to the University of Missouri for accepting me as a student after the end of World War II. I will be eternally grateful for the training I received and for the chance to better my life. I am proud to be numbered among the many loyal alumni of Old Mizzou!
Milton Y. Dendy, B.S. Ag ‘49, M.S. '50
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