1. NEW Article: Celebrating CNC's Class of 1971, the First Baccalaureate Class, Part 3.

 2. Revised Article: Remembering CNC's SUPER Superintendent: Mike Cazares. Part 1.

4. NEW Humor: Using a Public Women's Restroom.

5. NEW Cartoons: Dogs Teaching Other Dogs.

6. NEW Article: Advertising - Back Then, by Ron Lowder.

7. NEW Feature: FLASH Quotes.

          The 1971 Senior Class President (L) was JON GRIMES, JR. (deceased, 2006), also the 1970 Junior Class President and Chaplain of CNC's first fraternity, Chi Psi Omega. Jon had a very successful career in Information Technology beginning with Forrest Coile & Associates, the Newport News firm that designed the original CNC buildings. The Vice President (R) was WAYNE MARTIN BARRY, who later earned an M.Ed at JMU, M.Div at Catholic Univ. (DC), and an Ed.D. at UVA. His career included juvenile probation officer, school psychologist, educator and Catholic priest. He resigned the active ministry to become husband and father. (Photos: Grimes, 1970 Trident, p. 35; Barry, 1970 Trident, p.34.)

          KATHRYN HANSEN (KATHY) GREEN (later SMITH) (L) was Secretary of both the 1970 and 1971 classes, a cheerleader for 3 years, a Trident staff member and a member of the 1st sorority at CNC, Pi Kappa Sigma. She is deceased.  Class Treasurer WILLIAM NORMAN (MAC) McGLAUN was also 1970 SGA president and 1971 Honor Committee Chair and Ring Committee Chair. He taught math and science and coached tennis, wrestling, and track & field 7 years at Carver Middle School in Newport News, then worked 30 years for the Federal Government as oceanographer and environmental scientist. (Photes: Green, 1970 Trident, p.35; McGlaun, 1970 Trident, p.51.)

Faculty of Degree-Granting Departments

Biology

          Dr. JEAN E. PUGH (deceased) was Biology Department Chairman and held the rank of Professor in 1971. She was hired in 1965 specifically to build a department qualified to grant the baccalaureate degree. She received a B.S. at Madison College, then earned an M.A. and Ph.D. at the University of Virginia.           OTHER BIOLOGY FACULTY (and ranks in 1971): David A. BANKES, Asst. Prof.; Harold N. CONES, Jr., Asst. Prof.; Dr. Robert J. EDWARDS (deceased), Assoc. Prof.; Dr. Aletha S. MARKUSEN (deceased), Assoc. Prof.; Ronald S. MOLLICK, Instructor; Dr. Lee C. OLSON (deceased), Asst. Prof.; Ruth O. SIMMONS (deceased), Asst. Prof.; and E. Spencer WISE (deceased), Asst. Prof.

          Dr. W. STEPHEN SANDERLIN, Jr. (deceased) was hired in 1961 as Chairman of the English Department and held the rank of Professor in 1971. Like Dr. Pugh, he was expected to build a department qualified to grant the bachelor degree. After receiving his A.B. at the College of William and Mary, he earned his M.A. at Catholic Univ. (DC) and Ph.D. at the Univ. of Virginia. OTHER ENGLISH FACULTY (and ranks in 1971): Dr. Ross C. BRACKNEY (deceased), Assoc. Prof.; A. Jane CHAMBERS, Asst. Prof.; Rita C. HUBBARD (deceased), Instructor; Dr. Albert E. MILLAR, Jr. (deceased), Asst. Prof.; Jean M. REGONE, Instructor; Ursula V. RIDDICK (deceased), Asst. Prof.; Dr. Joyce SANCETTA, Assoc. Prof.; Ronald S. STEWART, Instructor; and Lawrence B. WOOD, Jr., Asst. Prof.

          Assistant Professor C. HARVEY WILLIAMS, Jr. (deceased) was Acting Chairman of the Government and Political Science Department in 1971. His degrees were an A.B. from Duke University, B.D. from Crozer Theological Seminary, and M.A. from the University of Virginia.  OTHER GOVERNMENT FACULTY (and ranks in 1971): Joseph R. AMBROSE (deceased), Asst. Prof.; Paul C. SHAW, Asst. Prof.; and Dr. William C. WINTER, Assoc. Prof., the department's first Ph.D.

          Dr. ROBERT M. (BOB) SAUNDERS (L above) was hired in 1970 as the History Department's first Ph.D., with the rank of Asst. Professor. He was Acting Chairman of the department in 1971. His degrees were B.A. and M.A., Univ. of Richmond, and Ph.D., Univ. of Virginia.  OTHER HISTORY FACULTY (and ranks in 1971): Dr. Theodora A. BOSTIC, Asst. Prof. and the department's second Ph.D. ; Richard E. McMURRAN (deceased), Asst. Prof.; Mario D. MAZZARELLA, Instructor; Timothy E. MORGAN, Asst. Prof.; and Robert M. USRY (deceased, 1971), Asst. Prof.

          Associate Professor JOANNE SQUIRES (deceased) was Acting Chairman of the Psychology Department in 1971 (1972 Trident photo, p. 121). Her degrees were a B.A. from Willamette Univ. and an M.A. from the Univ. of Arizona.  OTHER PSYCHOLOGY FACULTY (and ranks in 1971): Elizabeth S, CALDER, Instructor; David E. DOOLEY, Asst. Prof. (deceased); Dr. Ruth K. MULLIKEN (deceased), Assoc. Prof.; Elizabeth A. SMITH, Instructor; and James C. WINDSOR, Assoc. Prof. and Acting CNC President in 1971.

          During his eleven years with the college (1964 - 1975 ) CNC's first Superintendent of Buildings and Grounds, MIKE CAZARES, was twice honored at commencements for his exceptional service--first in 1971 and next in 1975. A Letter of Appreciation--signed by President James C. Windsor, Dean Marshall Booker, and SGA President Steve Franklin--was read aloud at the 1971 Commencement, then presented to Mike. Below is a copy of it, courtesy of Sandy Cazares Allard, Mike's daughter.

Remembering CNC’s SUPER Superintendent,

Mike Cazares:

(1913 – 1994)

Part 1: Faculty and Staff Memories

Revised July 2021

by A. Jane Chambers

Mike was “the man who quite literally held the College together.”

--Dr. James C. Windsor, CNC’s second President

"Scott was so pleased to have someone as reliable and competent as Mike."

--Mrs. H. Westcott Cunningham, widow of CNC’s first President

Mike was “a real jack-of-all-trades; he could build, repair, or restore anything.”

--Mrs. Jackie Haskins, first Bookstore Manager

          When Mike Cazares joined our Christopher Newport family in the fall of 1964 as our first Superintendent of Buildings and Grounds, there was only one building on our new Shoe Lane campus: Christopher Newport Hall. When Mike retired in 1975, there were seven—all of which he had kept in good working condition and the last of which, a greenhouse, he had built himself. All seven of these original buildings have since been demolished, and Mike died in 1994. But those of us who knew him and his devotion to our fledgling college will never forget Mike Cazares, an especially valuable member of our early CNC family.

Mike Could Build Anything

          Money was often tight in CNC' early years, but fortunately, as former Men’s Basketball Coach Bev Vaughan recalled in his essay "Setting the Sail: Launching the Men's Basketball Program," Mike could be counted on to come to our rescue in almost any emergency. The time was December, 1967— shortly before the first basketball game was to be played in the newly opened Ratcliffe Gymnasium:

          There was no funding available yet for a traditional scoreboard for the first game, so I asked Mike Cazares … to build one. Several days before the game date, Mike brought his innovative version of a basketball scoreboard to Ratcliffe Gym. It was a piece of plywood, about 3’ x 3’ with “CNC” painted in the upper left-hand corner and “Visitors” painted in the upper right-hand corner. About halfway down on the board was another caption, “Quarters.” Under each heading, there were tracks, constructed of wood, to hold numbers, also constructed of wood. It was somewhat like an information board that hangs up front inside some churches, indicating the various hymns to be sung for a specific service. This handmade scoreboard was mounted 6 – 8 feet above the left side of a wall located at one end of the gym. As the game progressed, a person on a stepladder changed numbers for each category (Memories of Christopher Newport College: The First Decade, p. 123).

          There was no funding for a traditional scoreboard until the second season, so both the men's and women's basketball teams that first season had to use Mike's handmade scoreboard.

           As a public college, CNC was required to purchase office furniture built by prison inmates--very heavy solid wooden desks and chairs. But Mike Cazares had to build our library shelves and office bookcases. In an email Dr. Harold Cones, Distinguished Professor Emeritus of Biology and Environmental Science, wrote: Mike made all the office bookcases in his shop at home....Wherever you went on campus, there was that five foot tall, 30" wide bookcase looking back at you. There were still several of them in the second science building ... when it was torn down to make way for Forbes Hall. Mike also made one for me as a gift for my daughter's room when she was born 40 years ago.

He Could Repair Anything

          Recalling his first year in CNC's Chemistry Department (1967- 68), Professor Emeritus Dr. Gary Hammer wrote: Mike Cazares was the entire Building and Grounds Department, a one-man operation. And, believe me, we saw a lot of Mike because of problems with the hoods in [Gosnold Hall's] laboratories. Many were the days when Mike went up on the roof to change fan belts for hoods (“From Dow Chemical to CNC,” in Memories, p. 63).

          Dr. Harold Cones sent a memorable example of Mike's talents: About my second year at CNU our building, Gosnold Hall, sprung a leak that made itself known by a puddle of water on the floor. Mike came to take a look and decided there was a bad pipe in the wall. Without measuring or looking at any plans, he walked over to the wall, started hitting the cinder blocks with a hammer, and presto, there was the pipe—and the leak. It amazed me that he knew where everything was on campus, even the stuff in the walls.

He Could Restore Anything

          Jackie Haskins, our first Bookstore Manager, recalled Mike’s talent in restoring furniture in her essay about CNC's first bookstore, located in Newport Hall across from the Lecture Room: Mike got us our first display case for the bookstore, for $5.00. He found it downtown at Crum’s Bakery, which was moving to a new location and selling its old equipment, and I think he paid for the case out of his own pocket. Mike was very devoted to the college. After removing several coats of white paint from this cabinet, Mike discovered that it was made of solid oak… [It] had a slanted glass front and sliding glass door in back. I used it to house candy bars and crackers as well as notions such as tissues and aspirin. It was a very serviceable piece, probably dating to the turn of the twentieth century (Memories , pp. 157- 58).

He Gave Help Freely

          Professor Emeritus of History Dr. Mario Mazzarella wrote: Mike was the first CNC person I met.  The school flew me down for an interview in 1969.  I landed at then-Patrick Henry Field … and was picked up by Mike.  I always remember him as a fine (and good-looking) gentleman. In 1972, when I was going on leave of absence, he saw me moving boxes of books and things out of my office in Christopher Newport Hall (later, McMurran) and jumped in to help me, a typical kindness.

          Dr. Harold Cones gave several examples of Mike’s generosity: I always liked Mike and he was a friend to everyone on campus. He was often there on Saturday (no pay on the weekend) and was always willing to drop whatever he was doing to lend a helping hand. When I built my porch, Mike came over on a Saturday and taught me to cut jack rafters, then stayed to help me cut and install them. He would take no money.

____________________________________________________________

Part 2 will be about Mike’s Greenhouse. 

Published February 14, 2014 with title beginning

 "Memories of" rather than "Remembering." 

Revised 2021

Published again July 14, 2021

Read by Barry Wood at the Celebration of Life Service

in memory of Dr. James C. Windsor (1932 - 2016)

on April 7, 2016 in Williamsburg, VA.

Introduction by A. Jane Chambers

          Aside from family and close friends, not many people know that in his last years, Dr. James C. (Jim) Windsor, CNC's second president, was writing a book. Unfortunately, it was left unfinished at his death. His close friend since their initial meeting as young professors in 1962, Dr. Lawrence Barron (Barry) Wood, quoted from that work at the end of his speech about Jim delivered at the Celebration of Life Service.

          The photos above of Jim (L) and Barry (R) are both from the 1970 Trident yearbook, and on facing pages (23 & 24)--almost as if Barry is looking back at Jim, who has just shared one of his delightful jokes.

          The italicized words following Barry's paragraph below support his point that Jim was "GROUNDED" in the sense of being "mentally and emotionally stable, admirably sensible, realistic, and unpretentious" (Merriam-Webster). Addressed to the book's readers, the passage is also instructive and seems to me particularly appropriate at this time to share with our website's readers.

          JIM WAS GROUNDED. "Seek truth, live love, do good" appear over and over again in the book he was working on during his last years. I will close this meditation on Jim by using his own words left to all of us in his chapter entitled "Things We Can Count On":

          Day by day we have to deal with ambiguity and disorder which makes us long for clarity and stability. We need to be reminded there are some things we can count on.

1. We can be sure that there is beauty in the world.

2. We can be sure that there is love in the world, but we cannot sit back and wait for friendship and love to come to us. They have to be earned. If we express love we are loved.

3. We can also be assured that there is bravery in the world. When men, women, boys and girls are tested by life, they usually come through. All around us, on a daily basis, we see expressions of courage in the face of adversity.

4. We can be sure that there is intelligence in the world. On a bad day we can look at the condition of the world and doubt our capacity to deal with our most urgent problems, but when you consider the relative youth of the human race, the marvel is that life on earth is as safe, as ordered, as advanced as it is. Someone has worked out a scale which helps our perspective: If you let the Washington Monument represent the age of the earth--550 feet--a penny placed on top would represent the age of man on the earth.

5. You can be sure that the individual counts. There is no substitute for the competent individual. E. H. Chapin has made the point eloquently: "Not armies, not nations have advanced the race; but here and there, in the course of ages, an individual has stood up and cast his shadow over the world." We can confidently believe that one man, or woman, or child can make a difference.

6. You can be sure that religion, which is man's search for God (meaning, truth), will always be a significant part of our lives. We are restless until we are able to identify and commune with that portion of God which is in each of us.

7. We can be sure that life will involve dealing with our own suffering, and the suffering of others. Since we will surely suffer, we should seek to find meaning in suffering. In the words of Viktor Frankl, "If suffering is all that is available to you then your purpose would be to suffer well. You can't change what happens to you, but you can change your thoughts about it. This is where you have mastery over your life."

          Over a lifetime what will ultimately count the most will be what you become as a person. It will be your values and your character. What you are will be more important than what you do. You don't have to be in a special position to achieve personal growth. It can be achieved wherever you are. "Seek truth, live love, do good." (Source unknown)

__________________________________________________________

We welcome your FEEDBACK. Send to

cncmemories61_71@yahoo.com

or dave.spriggs@cox.net

Published July 16, 2021

Using a Public Women's Restroom

by A. Non

edited by A.J.C.

          When you have to use a public restroom, there's usually a line of women, so you smile politely and join the line. When it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You don't care that the stall door won't latch because you're about to wet your pants!

          The dispenser for paper seat covers is handy, but empty. There's no door hook either, so you drape your purse around your neck (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance"--which causes your aging, toneless thigh muscles to begin shaking. You can't sit down because you didn't take time to lay toilet paper on the seat. You reach for the toilet paper dispenser. It's empty. Your thighs shake more.

          Remembering the tiny tissue you blew your nose on yesterday, you look for it in your purse hanging around your neck, trying not to strangle yourself in the process. Finding it, you try to make it as puffy as possible. You remember too late Mom's rule, "ALWAYS carry A LOT of Kleenex with you!"

          Someone suddenly pushes open your unlatched stall door. It hits your purse, hanging in front of your chest, and you topple backward against the toilet's tank. "Occupied!" you scream. Reaching for the door you drop your tiny tissue into a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the WET TOILET SEAT. You bolt up, but it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat. Your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew. You're certain HER bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat, because "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get!"

          The automatic sensor on the toilet is so confused that it flushes. A fire hose stream of water hits the inside of the bowl, spraying a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush sucks everything down so forcefully that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser, fearing you might be sucked down too. Wet by the water and seat, and exhausted, you try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your jacket pocket, pull yourself and clothing together, and then stagger from the stall to the row of sinks.

          The automatic faucet on the one unoccupied sink isn't working, so you rub your hands on your damp legs, then stick them into your jacket's pockets to dry. You avoid eye contact as you hurry past the line of women still waiting for open stalls. A kind soul at the end of the line points out some toilet paper trailing from your shoe. You yank it off, thrust it into her hand, and say warmly, "Here. You might need this."

          Exiting the restroom, you spot your hubby, who entered, used, and left the men's room half an hour earlier. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long? And why is your purse hanging around you neck?"

          You decide it's time to explain to him why it takes us women so long to use a public restroom...(REST? what a misnomer!). Time also, maybe, to answer another male question--why we go to public restrooms in pairs, whenever possible. It's so the other gal can hold the stall door closed, hang onto your purse, and hand you Kleenex under the door! That's what female bonding in public bathrooms is all about! And "bathroom" is another wrong name. We don't go there to bathe, but sometimes we are showered... unexpectedly.

__________________________________________________________

We welcome your FEEDBACK. Send to

cncmemories61_71@yahoo.com

or dave.spriggs@cox.net

Published July, 2021