Fri 22 Feb 2008
Darned if I didn’t receive a letter the other day postmarked Quark Island, ME, sent with dog-eared lick ‘em stamps that added up to 41¢ and written in ink with what I can only imagine was a Parker 51 fountain pen.
Sure enough, it was from my old roommate Rechtal Turgidley, Jr.
Swart, (it started).
I borrowed my grandson’s computer and have been reading “All Things Eph” for the past few months. I feel compelled to send you a few handwritten remarks as doing anything with the computer beyond reading is beyond me.
1. There seem to be a great number of DKaneisms on various campus occurrences, some very real, some somewhat fancied.
But the absolute worst was the use of beloved Wile E. Coyote as some logo on what was a serious subject. At the very least, a recent post on copy writes might be taken into consideration. This character is a Chuck Jones masterpiece and deserves more respect. At the most, DKane in this instance was running on air while holding a box of dynamite from the famous Acme Dynamite company.
2. Use of the “N” word as a perjorative. I can only quote me father (‘28). “Who are these people and where did they prep?’”
3. But PC in general: I am afraid that words loose their keenness and specificity when applied to a state of ludicrousness i.e. s/he. Certainly ‘niggardly’ was a cause celebre (and totally without the Latin base of ‘niger’, as in “Ruber et Niger’ if Stendahl had written in Latin). And what about those two confusing countries in which one can either be a ‘Nigerian’ or a ‘Nigerean’?
4. The Winter break. “Too many notes, Mozart”. We trod a Moebius Strip to repeat and repeat again our frailties as humans while searching for the off ramp.
5. College Presidents. Should never be called ‘Morty’. They should be called ‘President Baxter’ and become institutions and embody the soul of the school. President Shapiro is well on his way to this state. And without having to ride around campus in a horse and carriage.
6. Anonymous postings. It seems to me if you want to say something, sign it. ‘K Thomas’ has the sense of academic worthiness and ‘Frank Uible’ frank honesty. What does Froshmom become? Does she matriculate as Sophmom, MomJr, and finally MomSr?
And Darcy Dalrymple? I knew a Choatie named Dalrymple who got lost for two days on New Years Eve under the clock at the Biltmore.
7. And drinking. In my early tears, as you no doubt remember, I spent many hours worshipping at the porcelain shrine. It was a part of my growing up, but the school stood ‘in loco parentis’ And JA’s dating freshmen! This didn’t happen in Sage B in the 50’s. Or if it did it was not ‘out’. Diversity brings many elements to the Williams conversation.
I was hoping for some humor!
yrs,
Recht
Has any one else some letters from old pals to share?

February 22nd, 2008 at 3:43 pm
Ummmm, why am I not surprised that JA’s who dated freshman in the 1950’s were not “out”???? (For those unfamiliar with basis Williams history, there were no women on campus, and basic American history, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was not yet a TV staple at that point …).
And dude, Morty is so much cooler than “President Shapiro” (and a hell of a lot closer to the on one end of a log ideal …).
February 22nd, 2008 at 5:25 pm
Damn, now THAT is some old school Eph smack. “Who are these people and where did they prep?” is now moving into an honored place amongst phrases I have purloined from those wittier than myself.
Swart, get your ass to Portland and I’ll buy the drinks, and bring Recht. “Lost for two days on New Year’s Eve under the clock at the Blitmore.” Classic.
February 22nd, 2008 at 5:44 pm
Dear Recht,
As regards item # 6 on your letter, I agree that FROSH mom is hardly a distinguished moniker. However, circumstances require that it be so.
And, for the sake of continuity, I may remain FM for however long I post on EphBlog…which, depending on my mood and/or the likelihood that I wear out my welcome, could end at any time.
In the (improbable) event, that I am still blogging when my frosh graduates, (and no one is ‘after me’) then I will graduate as well, from FM to [...].
All best,
FM
P.S. Have spent some great times in Maine indulging in lobster galore.
P.P.S. Regards to your lovely pal, Dick.
February 22nd, 2008 at 6:55 pm
Nice job, Dick.
FROSHMom,
How about becoming “Mom” and you’ll never have to change your moniker? And the pure authority of it, to boot!
February 22nd, 2008 at 7:34 pm
Great letter. It is the kind of thing that could not be written as a comment on the Internet, for the idle lurkers to lazily glance over. I am a strong proponent of handwritten letters, and I thank you for sharing this one with us. (Did Recht say it was okay for you to share it with the whole Internet?)
February 22nd, 2008 at 8:01 pm
This is quite possibly one of the funniest things I’ve read on Ephblog in a long time. LOLz, Mr. Recht.
February 22nd, 2008 at 11:30 pm
Larry:
Thanks for the suggestion.
I’ll need to think about that. Hmmm… would the gain of “authority” be enough to counter the weirdness of being called Mom by everyone under the sun? I mean, I take pride in my maternal nature, but, yet…
Thank goodness I have some time to make that decision.
February 23rd, 2008 at 7:32 am
Lol. This dude is funny.