- the feeling of accomplishment in successfully navigating the underground maze linking KTH, TSH and CNH
- eating lunch and catching up on The Young and The Restless in the Blue Lounge between classes
- looking forward to the Imaginus poster and print sale on campus each year and having the chance to add to my print collection
- standing in long lines at the photocopiers in Mills Library and finding out that I had just enough credit left on my copy card to copy my latest assignment
- the sense of pride I feel, 20 years later, every time I use my McMaster Mastercard (which is quite often!)
One of my favourite things was spending days in 10 Acre Field playing rugby. I always felt so fortunate to have such a beautiful place to play … every evening and weekend, watching the colours turn in the woods around the fields, smelling the leaves and the earth … I still talk about those days and that field – it was truly a gift.
My favorite moments at Mac were the classical concerts in the University Hall, McMaster Art museum and the Mills library.
I also loved walking with my family through the campus enjoying the beautiful architecture and peace of the surrounding nature, especially during the autumn. Squirrels and rabbits running around are also unforgettable.
A Magical, Exotic place — Memories of McMaster
Mac was much smaller when I started in 1947, with about 1100 students. The war had just ended, and a lot of returning veterans provider a countervailing stability to us cocky youngsters fresh out of high school. Most of the time, that is. A bunch of vets lived in Edwards Annex and they had a reputation of being the Campus Wild Ones, escaping the Officially Dry campus with sorties to Paddy Green’s pub. The Annex was one of several buildings built for the military. Now surplus, they were moved to campus to become a men’s residence; they also served as classrooms, library annex, book store and student centre (“the Rec Hut” where you could buy coffee for a quarter, even sandwiches.)
I was the first person in my family to go to University, so it was a family affair to bring me to campus on move-in day in 1996. We made our way to Moulton Hall and were greeted by enthusiastic and happy students who grabbed my bags and helped move me into my room. I was homesick already but the girls were sympathetic and kind. I have never felt that feeling of immediate acceptance and friendship like I did that day. Many of those people are still my good friends today.
Thanks for helping to remember one of the best times of my life!