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So many block parties so long ago—thanks for the memories!


Goodbye, PopD.


So long, Oak C! A lot of great parties, some where we wore bedsheets as togas.


Aside from the random holes we accidentally placed in the walls while dancing some nights, I will truly miss those damp carpets.


What it lacked in amenities it made up for in character.


Goodbye, Ross A and Ross D. Ski parks and rope swings are not a crime. Two great seasons, ’93–94 and ’95–96.


That party where ... #whathappensinscribnerstaysinscribner


So sorry to those who had less than amazing experiences in Scribner Village. To those of us from a few decades ago, the good memories are many. Beech A!


Imagine my surprise when my daughter told me she'd be living in Pine B for 2009–10.I lived in Pine B in 1977–78—if not for many coats of fresh paint put on since I lived there, she could probably see my name written in a closet! My experience was great. We had the chance to cook, clean, take out our own trash, count our pennies to buy chicken wings at Price Chopper... We saw that as a privilege, not a hardship. To my daughter, Scribner felt run-down, with drafty windows and the occasional mouse sighting. Still, she enjoyed Scribner living, especially their hammock in the backyard.


Really?! Didn’t expect that. Farewell, Pine and Dogwood. You gave me two fun years down there.


Like so many things in life, Scribner was what you made of it. You had people who would have been happy sleeping in a tent and people who would have complained about living at the Four Seasons.


One thing I’ve always missed about Scribner Village: the kitchen counter space. God, it was endless.


That pack of wild cats that lived in the North Woods. I’m in that bulldozer blasting Airwolf as we speak.


Oh, noooo! RIP, Poplar B.


View old snapshots on Facebook’s Skidmore alumni page or www.skidmore. edu/advancement/scribner, and chime in there or on Twitter’s #ScribnerSigns.


There are literally thousands of wild stories from those houses. While the structures are being demolished (and it’s about time), the memories will never end.


I wonder how many ferrets are losing their habitats today?


Scribner Village: Held together by Keystone Light cans, mold, condom wrappers, Bob Marley posters, the naive dreams of 19-year-olds, and Creative Thought since 1975.


Such memories: first toga party, first... um, yeah. Guess I should keep those memories to myself.


WINTER 2013 SCOPE 5


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