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Helen Rhinelander Thompson ’56, Peggy King Van Duyne ’56, Helen-Louise Simpson Hunter ’56 at Step Sing.

To Reunion, let us on, the time is swift and will be gone….

Factor, factor and don’t divide,

Spin around, spin around, weaving inside

Now come together, ladies all

The month is May and we hear the call.

Longevity! Longevity!

Not always cause for levity!

Yet look at us here full of fun

To celebrate our Re-Un-ion….

You opened our eyes to Science, Art and History

Even some foreign languages lost their mystery

You showed us the joys of seeking knowledge

This precious gift you gave us.


Anne Freeman ’56 (left) and Nancy Masland ’56 in the Parade of Classes.


Six sprightly if somewhat battle-worn survivors and “bon-vivants” from the class of 1936 assembled for a joyous reunion in Wyndham’s elegant private dining room, where we were served a delicious meal with wine. We felt momentarily like queens at a royal feast. We ate much and laughed uproariously at the many stories and remembrances which poured forth one after another. This very special occasion was made completely memorable by a visit from President Nancy J. Vickers. There are not enough words to describe her warmth and charm. She was soon followed by a 6-foot-tall BMC owl, “The Predator,” who bestowed on each of us an affectionate hug. We left feeling most appropriately blest.

—Sara Park Scattergood ’36, President of the Class


Mariejoy Mendoza ’01, Meera Ratnesar ’01 and Elizabeth Brettschneider ’01 at Step Sing.

“You showed us the joys of seeking knowledge. This precious gift you gave us.” 1936

Assistant Professor of Classical and Near Eastern Archaeology Peter Magee shows alumnae, including Louise Todd Ambler ’56, pieces in the College’s extensive Art and Archaeology Collection.

“Bryn Mawr encouraged us to look hard at the world around us and keep our eyes trained on the gap between what is and what might be.” 1956

Dean of the Undergraduate College Karen M. Tidmarsh ’71 marches with her class, and Eleanor Fribley Ferris ’41 and Vanessa “Brooklyn” Poggioli ’07, a Class Helper for the Class of ’41.

“In many situations since then, I have asked myself, ‘how would this play from Taylor Hall?’ and done my best to champion the greensward.” 1966

Lana Pekoske ’96 and Diana Fearing ’96 drum during a workshop in Thomas Great Hall.

“That same intimacy that fostered deep friendships was also the key ingredient for a truly rich academic life.” 1981

Alma Lee Carpenter ’67 plays bocce.

I spent Thursday night with my classmate Dinny Brodhead Clemmer—it is she who gave me a ride here Friday, and it was she who lent me her suit from Best & Company 40 years ago, in order for me to portray President McBride in a senior skit from our library steps.

            I had met with Miss McBride in her Olympian offices in Taylor Hall two years before then, when I was head of the student Library Committee. I’d climbed the stairs of Taylor Hall to ask Miss McBride for a walk. Not to take one, but to have one put in. As I looked out the enormous windows of her corner office with Miss McBride, I realized her view was considerably different from any I had experienced before then. We looked far out over the campus and then down on the muddy track I’d come to advocate what on the ground had seemed to be a most efficient shortcut from Pem Arch towards Rock and Goodhart and now from the air looked a miserable, messy little thing.

            “Cut up our greenswards?” lamented Miss McBride. “No; they must walk around.”

            “Greenswards?” I thought, “Wow.” I had certainly felt the strength of Miss McBride’s convictions, the substantial force of her working for what she believed to be the greater good—in this case, beauty. In many situations since then, I have asked myself, “How would this play from Taylor Hall?” and done my best to champion the greenswards. Thank you, Bryn Mawr, thank you Cousin Clare, and thank you dear classmates for our continuing not only to care for one another, but also to do our best to act for the greater good, be it health, history or literacy; science and the arts; truth, humor or ineffable beauty.

—Diana Stockton ’66, President of the Class


Rosi Amador ’81 (left) and Andrea Herz Payne ’81 at Annual Meeting.

It’s only at this distance of 25 years that I realize how extraordinary Bryn Mawr was and is. The small size of the school promoted a comforting familiarity on campus—not just with classmates, but with professors, administrators, and Blue Bus drivers. …We made life-long friends because we had plenty of opportunities to just hang out—whether it was in our dorm, at Coffee Hour, or in the dining halls. We had time to talk about our world, or The World, or be silly or spontaneous. We had compatriots in our midnight raids on the candy machine, in sharing large chocolate chip cookies at the College Inn, in making runs to Roche’s, or in pigging out at Dunkin’ Donuts. …That same intimacy that fostered deep friendships was also the key ingredient for a truly rich academic life, even for those of us who may not have been destined for summa cum laude. Where else do professors know your name and actually teach the course—not just the upper level seminars but the introductory courses as well? …Sometimes we may have wished we could hide in a large lecture hall and disappear into a sea of student faces, but the fact that we couldn’t likely pushed some of us harder than we would have pushed ourselves.

—Patricia M. Hamill ’81, President of the Class


Associate Director of the Alumnae Association Diana Evans (front), who heads Reunion planning, and Executive Director of the Alumnae Association Mary Berg Hollinshead ’69, Ph.D. ’79, join reuning alumnae during the drumming and percussion workshop in Thomas Great Hall.

What a great parade—an impressive array of women of all eras.  More important, it’s an array of impressive women, all Bryn Mawr alumnae. Lining up a crowd of strong-minded feminists in any kind of order is sort of like herding geese—everyone has a better idea how to do it! In fact, we process quite well—maybe it’s the goal, of ending up in a library…or maybe it’s the strawberries and champagne....

            As our Capital Campaign surges into its last year, we all need to keep “pushing the envelope,” both metaphorically in expanding our world view, and metonymically, in paying for it.

            .... Finally ... mention Bryn Mawr in conversations, wear your Bryn Mawr lapel pin, help yourself to Admissions brochures from the table by the door. (I started with wear your heart—no your head—on your sleeve, but it got too close to Anne Boleyn, so I settled for the lapel pin.) Share the energy and ideas of this funky feminist fortress with the world at large.

—Mary Berg Hollinshead ’69, Ph.D. ’79, President of the Alumnae Association


Sophia Misner Baluyut, daughter of Michelle Misner ’86; “The Predator” (Matthew Greenfield) visits with Aidan McCarthy, son of Christina McCarthy ’91, at kids’ camp.




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