Michele ’91

  • 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!)
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Aloise ’50

Two photos of McMaster memories:

Graduation Day 1950: (L-R) Doreen, Frances, Marni and Margaret.

Aloise, Janet and Jean. Note the long skirt which became fashionable after the War, and the head scarf.

Velichko ’07

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.

Dave ’50

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.)

As someone who’d come from a small town in an agricultural community, the Mac that I encountered was a magical, exotic place.

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Melissa ’00

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.

I have so many memories of Mac that I can’t narrow it down to just one.
*Long winter walks on campus during a snowfall where everything is still and quiet. The only lights were from Hamilton Hall and gave the snow such a pretty glow.
*Rocky Horror Picture Show nights and the fun and craziness of Halloween. We would get dressed up and go to The Rat for the evening.
*Toboganning down Faculty Hollow.
*Ordering PizzaPizza at one in the morning just because we could use our meal plan to buy it!
*The ease of living on campus in first year and never having to worry about bad weather or a long commute.
*The Westdale PJ parade!

Thanks for helping to remember one of the best times of my life!

Danielle ’08, ’10

My favourite thing about McMaster is technically a series of events and memories, but they all encompass one very important aspect of McMaster culture: student life. I was involved in all kinds of things while I was at Mac — Welcome Week, Social Sciences Society, MFNSA, and in various capacities in the MSU — and all of them allowed me to meet new people, have a blast, and take a break from my studies. Those times wearing a rep suit in 30+ degree weather or being on campus for over twelve hours to make sure events ran smoothly, although stressful and often sweaty, allowed me to meet some of the best people of my life.

Aloise ’50

SOME MUSICAL MEMORIES OF MCMASTER UNIVERSITY

A Freshman at McMaster in the year 1946-1947, I was one of a group of female students who were fortunate to live in the President’s House, which, I believe, is now occupied by the Alumni Association.  Four of us occupied bunk beds in what may have been the Master Suite, as we had a private bathroom and large walk-in closet.

One night in December we were all abed and dreaming our dreams when we were awakened softly by a choir of angels singing Christmas carols.  The “angels” were in fact Senior students who had the privilege every year of touring the Freshmen residences at midnight singing carols.  They were standing on the stairs so they could be heard throughout the house.

I don’t remember the occasion when I became one of the singers.  The songs were no doubt sweeter when heard from a warm bed than when sung on a cold night.

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The following year I lived in Wallingford Hall. It was probably in this year, 1947-48, that Oscar Peterson was invited to play at one of our dances, held from time to time during the year by one group or another.

Some of my fellow students and I, who were not going to the dance, got wind that Peterson was going to be “warming up” at the piano in our Common Room.  We didn’t presume to go and sit beside him, but we assembled in a nearby room where one of our mates was confined to bed.  From our nearly ringside seats we silently enjoyed his playing.  This was early in his piano playing career but it was becoming obvious that he was on his way to fame.

I was not a knowledgeable music listener, but during those years of great jazz and pop music I soaked it all up, to be enjoyed all through my life.