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SCRIBNER SCRIBE S


SCRIBNER VILLAGE’S DEMOLITION—and a chance to win one of its buiding signs—set Twitter all a-twitter in the fall. Skidmore invited alumni to share memories or photos from their Scribner days, and each week a drawing awarded an original metal sign to one lucky participant. A photo of an excavator bashing a village building inspired scores of alums, who posted and e-mailed comments, including:


No more paella in the Spanish House. Good riddance!


Aww... Although I am amazed they are still there. Good memories. Making room for displaced students after the fire (1975–76, I believe). Could we all get along? Mostly, yes!


I am not pleased. It is like watching a grandparent being buried...


As sad and nostalgic as this makes me, does anyone else wish they could be behind the wheel of that thing?


That’s one way to get the squirrels out of the walls....


Goodbye to Pine C and my great big window and my great roomates from 1988!


OMG—a legend is dead!


We lived in McCurry D our senior year, 1974–75, and I think we’d all agree that it holds some of our best memories of our time at Skidmore. We’ve remained very close friends all these years.


Social probation for cutting a hole in the building to make a closet in a bedroom... Great memories with friends.


Hick D, ’03–04. We had some times.


Best 3 years of my life in Oak, Hickory, and Ross! October- fest and Spring Fling with bands on the lower road! Oak D was the biggest party house in my day.


RIP, Sumac A.


Sad... The only thing I won’t miss is the flight of treacherous steps up to the rest of campus after it snowed! Although, it was part of the charm...


Fly-fishing behind Birch D. Wow, au revoir, Bridgman B.


Scribner was scheduled to be ready for the 1973–74 school year. Unfortunately, it wasn’t, and we were housed in apartments near the trotter racetrack.They had this greenish shag carpeting and the most God-awful furniture.There were five or six of us in a three- bedroom.We had one killer party where I remember thinking that it was a real imposition on us when the police shut us down.


1990–91 in Bridgman A. Great memories, especially the terrace where we used to drink wine as the sun was dying.


I loved how the walls would shake during thunderstorms.


4 SCOPE WINTER 2013


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