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THIS IS NOT A COMJ." iUNITY BULLEIlli. Any resemblance to a conununity bulletin,
l± ving or dead, is entirely coincidental. F~ r~ hermore, this is NOT Bodoni type.
New Year's Dc. y at BMC is rainy with a threat of sleet if it continues to get
colder, as the weather man predicts it will. The rock walk to the dining hall
squirts muddy water upward; brown rivers follow the roadway from, the Studie s
Building; the mountains are obscure in heavy mist. It's a dreary day outside,
" but I see a cardinal in the tree near We, ll en' s.
We all ( that I s Sou. thern, like " you all") he re at BMC have had a grand vacation.
It has been grand from the very day when the bus left for Washington and the
Bolotowsky car left for New York ( sorry about the puncture, Ilya; we heard about
it from the Niebyls) and Williams and Bergman, Inc. left for Chicago ( pardon me,
Hank, Beaver Dam). But we are beginning to miss all of you. Lore, it was good
of you to write and ask when college opens; ( in case others don't know, classes
begin at 8: 30 a~ m. Wednesday, January 8; we expect most of you on January 7
and will welcome you back with spaghetti for lunch and hamburger for supper).
And Hank, it was good of you to write for your ration book, which was probably
in JOhn's pocket. And Pepe it was go od of you to writ e for more money,
eSp3cially since you wanted to buy your mother a Christllll3. s present. All such
messages are welCOI1B by those of us shut out of the world in this rainy little
mountain valley.
Hitting the high- spots of the holiday at BMC
I. Our new Caroling Group. Them3 song: " Christmas is coming,
The Goose is getting fat;
Please to put a penny
In the old rran's hat."
A delightful round inaugurat ed by John Wallen, with Molly as of i'icial
starter, and the rest jining inl Christmas Eve about fourteen of us sung carols,
incluii: 1g the round, at Oteen Annex ( formerly Moore General Hospital). While
Bobbie, Franziska, arrl Evelyn hurried around handing out song sheets to the
patients and asking them to join in the' singing, Molly pitched the tune ( once or
twic e) then Rondy and John picked it up, and by that time the three pap3r girls
were back and everyone got in on the second line. We sang in about twelve wards
and considering our age, ' we kept fairly well on the key to the bitter er. d ( not
quite as well as doe s the barber shop quartet -- boys, they want you to come
down s ometfure! ); anyway, our spirits were go od, and after it was aver we got
more sp irits at the Elliott Merricks.
2. Santa Claus; single or plural? There was a lot of discussion the day
before Christmas'about Santa Claus -- whether he " TaS or wasn't; whether he'was
single or plural, etc., etc. Faf said NO to everything; blt Asawa said YES, so
in" the end the stockings were hung'by the fireplace with care" in South Lcxl. gf?,
and Santa did corre, and in the end, tlhat is beforemorn: ing, there were five
San tas at W) rk and the stockings were found at daybreak-- filled-- vvith left- overs
in a corner for the unbelievers ( Al fouhd th ese). Like Morton Salt " It never
rains but it pours If, so ' Wi.. th the Santas. Two of them were seen by inquisitive
members of the community at midnight in South Lodge; three were heard and seen
in the early morning hours between 4: 30 and 6 a. m. Faculty homes were
ruthlessly ent ered ( but no faculty were carried away). The Wallen I s felt the
chill of the night air as their living room door was opened and closed; the
Rondys heard the thud as one Santa fell headlong over their faithful watchdog,
Jake, asleep in the hallway; the Levi's were awakened by the giggling caroling;
the Niebyls slept throu gh it; Molly was semi- cons cious of the int ru sien; as for
Eddie Lowinsky, he knew it was burglars climbi: 1g in the window ( moral, Eddie,
never lock the doors on Christmas Eve). Dayliftit brrnght the evidence -- huge,
ginger cookies in queer shapes -- trains, cows, horses, faces with cow- catcher
whiske rs ( goo ss whos e)- all fourrl.- on table s and chairs' in the faculty households.
But at breakfast at nine, there were no Santas presEnt.
3. Forwarding Mail. This VlaS B's job. She did an especially good job on
mail going to TampS; F1or: ida, and Crewe, Virginia. Forwarding mail is a tricky
job, especially when we cbn't mve anyfoI"' flarding, addresses! We did know Neil
was in New York, but we werenit sure of Dan Rice's address, but we hope he got
all of his mil. Reading the postcards was exciting; but there weren't enough
of them. Wondering what was in too Christmas packages was exciting ani we'll
be hanging around when Susie Teasdale opens those wonderful pears and Dan opens
the box of dates from California.. We might even hang arourrl mEn Squeaky opens
his big DoX of kapok sleeping bags. We tried to get Charlie Boyce' s packa~ e
threugh to France -- we knew about the girl there ( maybe it was Gennany), but
in spit e' of Ed Adamy's declaration s, the package came back a third time aJmd is
here now, so Charlie is " alone in the pines, where the cold wind blOWS" so far
as that r: articular girl is cencerned.
Object Description
| Title | Black Mountain College Community Bulletin: January 1, 1947 |
| Other Title | This Is Not A Community Bulletin |
| Creator | Black Mountain College (Black Mountain, N.C.) |
| Date | 1947-01-01 |
| Subjects |
College publications--North Carolina Universities and colleges--North Carolina--Black Mountain College teachers--North Carolina--Black Mountain College students--North Carolina--Black Mountain Christmas New Year Coal Postal service |
| Place |
Black Mountain, Buncombe County, North Carolina, United States |
| Time Period | (1945-1989) Post War/Cold War period |
| Abstract | Community bulletin dealing with events on campus during the Christmas and New Years vacation. |
| Description | Original bulletin dated January 1, 1947. Includes coverage of: Christmas vacation at BMC, the caroling group, visits by Santa, forwarded mail, coal deliveries, New Years Eve at BMC, news from various college community members, and a list of students, staff and visitors present for Christmas dinner. Released by Stuart Atkinson. |
| Physical Characteristics | 3 pages |
| Format |
Periodicals Newsletters |
| Rights | Courtesy of Western Regional Archives. Prior permission from the State Archives of NC is required for any commercial use.; |
| Requirements for Use | Requires Adobe Acrobat Reader for PDF files. |
| Language |
English |
| Collection | Black Mountain College Research Project. North Carolina Museum of Art. Western Regional Archives |
| Local call no. | BMCRP, Series VI, Box 75, Folder 39 |
| MARS ID | 61.12.6 (Sub Series) |
| Digital Collection | Black Mountain College |
| Digital Format |
application/pdf |
| Audience |
All |
| Full Text | THIS IS NOT A COMJ." iUNITY BULLEIlli. Any resemblance to a conununity bulletin, l± ving or dead, is entirely coincidental. F~ r~ hermore, this is NOT Bodoni type. New Year's Dc. y at BMC is rainy with a threat of sleet if it continues to get colder, as the weather man predicts it will. The rock walk to the dining hall squirts muddy water upward; brown rivers follow the roadway from, the Studie s Building; the mountains are obscure in heavy mist. It's a dreary day outside, " but I see a cardinal in the tree near We, ll en' s. We all ( that I s Sou. thern, like " you all") he re at BMC have had a grand vacation. It has been grand from the very day when the bus left for Washington and the Bolotowsky car left for New York ( sorry about the puncture, Ilya; we heard about it from the Niebyls) and Williams and Bergman, Inc. left for Chicago ( pardon me, Hank, Beaver Dam). But we are beginning to miss all of you. Lore, it was good of you to write and ask when college opens; ( in case others don't know, classes begin at 8: 30 a~ m. Wednesday, January 8; we expect most of you on January 7 and will welcome you back with spaghetti for lunch and hamburger for supper). And Hank, it was good of you to write for your ration book, which was probably in JOhn's pocket. And Pepe it was go od of you to writ e for more money, eSp3cially since you wanted to buy your mother a Christllll3. s present. All such messages are welCOI1B by those of us shut out of the world in this rainy little mountain valley. Hitting the high- spots of the holiday at BMC I. Our new Caroling Group. Them3 song: " Christmas is coming, The Goose is getting fat; Please to put a penny In the old rran's hat." A delightful round inaugurat ed by John Wallen, with Molly as of i'icial starter, and the rest jining inl Christmas Eve about fourteen of us sung carols, incluii: 1g the round, at Oteen Annex ( formerly Moore General Hospital). While Bobbie, Franziska, arrl Evelyn hurried around handing out song sheets to the patients and asking them to join in the' singing, Molly pitched the tune ( once or twic e) then Rondy and John picked it up, and by that time the three pap3r girls were back and everyone got in on the second line. We sang in about twelve wards and considering our age, ' we kept fairly well on the key to the bitter er. d ( not quite as well as doe s the barber shop quartet -- boys, they want you to come down s ometfure! ); anyway, our spirits were go od, and after it was aver we got more sp irits at the Elliott Merricks. 2. Santa Claus; single or plural? There was a lot of discussion the day before Christmas'about Santa Claus -- whether he " TaS or wasn't; whether he'was single or plural, etc., etc. Faf said NO to everything; blt Asawa said YES, so in" the end the stockings were hung'by the fireplace with care" in South Lcxl. gf?, and Santa did corre, and in the end, tlhat is beforemorn: ing, there were five San tas at W) rk and the stockings were found at daybreak-- filled-- vvith left- overs in a corner for the unbelievers ( Al fouhd th ese). Like Morton Salt " It never rains but it pours If, so ' Wi.. th the Santas. Two of them were seen by inquisitive members of the community at midnight in South Lodge; three were heard and seen in the early morning hours between 4: 30 and 6 a. m. Faculty homes were ruthlessly ent ered ( but no faculty were carried away). The Wallen I s felt the chill of the night air as their living room door was opened and closed; the Rondys heard the thud as one Santa fell headlong over their faithful watchdog, Jake, asleep in the hallway; the Levi's were awakened by the giggling caroling; the Niebyls slept throu gh it; Molly was semi- cons cious of the int ru sien; as for Eddie Lowinsky, he knew it was burglars climbi: 1g in the window ( moral, Eddie, never lock the doors on Christmas Eve). Dayliftit brrnght the evidence -- huge, ginger cookies in queer shapes -- trains, cows, horses, faces with cow- catcher whiske rs ( goo ss whos e)- all fourrl.- on table s and chairs' in the faculty households. But at breakfast at nine, there were no Santas presEnt. 3. Forwarding Mail. This VlaS B's job. She did an especially good job on mail going to TampS; F1or: ida, and Crewe, Virginia. Forwarding mail is a tricky job, especially when we cbn't mve anyfoI"' flarding, addresses! We did know Neil was in New York, but we werenit sure of Dan Rice's address, but we hope he got all of his mil. Reading the postcards was exciting; but there weren't enough of them. Wondering what was in too Christmas packages was exciting ani we'll be hanging around when Susie Teasdale opens those wonderful pears and Dan opens the box of dates from California.. We might even hang arourrl mEn Squeaky opens his big DoX of kapok sleeping bags. We tried to get Charlie Boyce' s packa~ e threugh to France -- we knew about the girl there ( maybe it was Gennany), but in spit e' of Ed Adamy's declaration s, the package came back a third time aJmd is here now, so Charlie is " alone in the pines, where the cold wind blOWS" so far as that r: articular girl is cencerned. - 2 - 4. COAL. With the st'J. dies buildiJ1g coal pile good to the la st drop, and practically d. Jwn to the l& J. st d!' Jp~ we were gl@ d to get a notice about two days before ChrisDnas of the anival of a car of stoker. Picture gallant Al Brody at the wheel day and night, night and day ( with no pay for overtime), and the equally galla~ ,9 and equally gd.: nmy community mEffibe~(' s) fac. u. lty and students side by side, bringi. ng in the c0al \ rhe Solid Fuels Ad'llin::. st l' 8."':. ion md come to our reS'V8 in spite of Jc. hn LevG.. s ~ Not only that ) but our regular coal dealer at ClevEland Cliff's also cane acrcss, and a secord car of s'coker coal arrived on Christllas Day. S.) ! 11. cture Ai agalu at the wheel ( Casey Jones had nothing on him). But don't jump for joy about the coal beiqs in. There is still a car of LUMP to come - about January 8 -_. start planning M3I1vel and pm:. us on the sid el1ne sl 50 Governm: n, t emirs. It was a bright, sunny day when Mrs. Rondy first, sighted the goverL'uent r; hairs dO'ffi under the stu- d. ie S ;' Jl::. i. ldlng wall in tnE' mdI'sh ne.:, c · the lake. F: ive days b. ter it began to ram and tL1e practical head of ~, lrs. RGndy remembered the chair:; and feared for the leathe:::' npholstry. Down to the offj (; e she ill she d ( no sh. e is to 0 old to ru sh); da. v': J. to th e 0 ffic e she hurriE: d ' wi t;. fast, short s'i:. aps) to find her Rondy. HE ' I'. ould reswe the government chairs. Tho office was siled and ffi.- r;: J'i:. y, but one co1Illl. d hear the gurgling of Rondy ani John" eneath the floor- as -:: hey worked happily on the installation of the Wallen's new Montgomery Ward sink. Dovm to the basemEnt hurried Mrs. Rondy. " Rondy. the government chairs ar e getting wet. It's raining." " So are we1" " COITE and get th en out of the railm.. If " Oh, hanf the government chairs, we'". e got to finish this job or it will rain here. If " Couldn t you come, John?" " No, we · - can't get out of here." ( They were squeezed in between floor and dirt. " Go find someone in the studi es building to help you." So off pattered Mrs. Rondy in the rain to the stu die s building and thaJ'e was Anita ' Fein. " Anita, the eJtlvermoont chairs m ve fallen off the parapet, get everyom in the studies building to help put them back up." And off rattered Mrso Rond. y do · " rn the stairway and the lower halls. There she found Franzislm. and togethel~ the~ v pattered on down to the marsh where the government chairs were ge" Gti 19 weL Soon Dick Roberts joined them, and in a jiffy the chairs were back in place on the terrace and were covered against the weather. IN THE MEANTIME, Anita came to Bill Levi1s · study. There was Bill sitting on the pillowed floor J a rti st 1 s bru sh in hand, painting the rear of a little church in Taos, New Mexico, Yes, Bill was in New Mexico. His pipe angled out of his mouth, veering slightly to the riEtlt, and smoked meditatively. He scarcely heard Anita! s sweet voic e: IIBill, Mrs. Rondy says to COITE help her get the government chairs. II liThe government chairs? What ~ vernment chairs?" ( Rernember, Bill is almost out of the USA) liThe govermrnent chairs have fallen off t1hl. e parapet. It " Where is the p3. rapet?" " I donft know. II And sO ' Bill stays on there in Taos', but his thoughts are disturbed- where is the parapet? He dreams of government chairs hurtling down from high walls as he dabs the brush into the mud- brown p3. int for the side- wall of the Taos church. ( Bill will be back with us on Wednesday, January 8). 6. New Year's Eve. There were two types of celebrat. ion _ on New Yearf sEve, a party in the dining ffill early in the evening, and a quiet hour in the Quiet HOllS e where the fire burned brig htly, later in t he evening.. Sorne went to bo th ; others to'one; others' stayed in their own homes. ' Youngest member of the college community, Ann Noland, DID stay up until michight, and KEPT her mamma and her daddy up also -- nothing wrong, no crying; just joyfully conscious of a changing year. This has b~ en our vacation at BMC. The'government housing plumbers, electricians, carpent ers, after a Chris tmas week off, are now hard at \', Qrk putting on the final touches. The stoves and ic e boxes are in; the plumbing is getting in. Work on the farmhouse co ntinues; windows are in; inside painting is underway. Lukey is back from Christmas at home in New York. Anita left yesterday to visit Anne Banks in Bristol; Chick " thumbed" to friends in Tenne ssee for Christmas, but return ed Sunday nigrt; Ed Adamy is visiting friends on a fann down the valley. Cornelia and George are back; Malrey is now on vacation. Apple pie and french fried potatoes have been good. Peter Niebyl spent the holidays here with Karl and Eliz abeth. Julie annd Marge are back. Dave Resnik: got ache ck from home and hasn't been seen since. Ikel s mil is bei; ng held fur him (? where is Ike?) THE . oFF'ICE GIRL See you on the 8!? VENTH.- P. S. Those enjoying the turkey, dressing,. cranberry sauce, etc., etc., on Christmas Day at BMC were: Secretari es: Chief Cook: MALREY Hagencbrn; Gerda Kulan: IrllR I" al'sen: Hazel Stuients Faculty Browns : Peggy, Stanley," Gerry Ed Adamy Corkrans: Dave, Sr. , Marion; Dave Jr; , John, Robin Ruth Asawa Dreiers: Ted, Sr., Bobbie, Ted Jr., Eddie, Barbara Beate Al Bra dy Grego ry; Molly Anita Fein Jalowetz: Johanna Faf Fost er Levis: Bill," Mary Carol: ine, - Estelle B Myers Low: inskys: Eddie, Gretel, Naomi, Simon Leo Harry Noland Mayer: Frarrziska E~ elyn Oxenberg Millers: Herbert, Bessie, and Browns: Gustova, Petra, Buzzie D~ ck Roberts Moles: Clifford, Shidey, Diane, and Diane's grandmother Jo~ n ~ ihvonen Niebyls: Karl, Elizabeth, Peter, and guests, Mr. and Mrs. Kelly Ol~ S~ hvonen and little daught er and Norvel Welch Julie Scheir Rondthalers: Theocbre, Alice, and Bobbie Trayers: Ray, Dorothy, Susan Marge Scheir Wall ens : , John, & lmel, Kurt Cris Noland An:) NolA- nel 3 D~ ve c.- o. · ~ nran, Sr. and Dick" Roberts clinbed Mount Mitchell on Slmday afternoon, enjoyed a beautiful Monday, and ca'! le back in pouring rain on Tuesday - slightly wet, but happy. Ted Dreier, Jr, is here for the holiday. s from Putney School. Much excitement here when word came through that the Urbain- Schmitt knot had bee: 1 t:' e c. and tha t the bricie and groom would be he re after the holidays. Nick Muzenic is back and wlth him is his channing young sister. She is getting a real taste of BMC community life o All holiday guests rJ. 5. ve been put right to work on " routine" kitchen and dining room j" lJbs. There have been various partj. es on the campus - egg nog Christffi: is morning mde by Corkran and Roberts, Itc" , and served to a happy group in the Corkran livi ng room; delicious hot wine punch Christmas afternoon at th3 Dreiers; buffet supper in the dining hall; a stud ent party at Walleni s with Ed Adamy making the spaghetti; and a oouple of group pBrties in South Lodge. " Sunday, Graqy- Hardin preached on tm subject of New Year's resolutions. We can here you all ( not Southem) making them -- we can hear them all the way from DorIon's Point ( Markoff) to Tampa ( Jose). Imagine what life will be l. ike when you get back - no more borrowed china or salt sha. ke: rs, no more tardiness on class, no more late breakfasts,' much harder studying, more time on the work program, no morellgirls ll ,-- say, cbn't get too oonservativel • |
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| Title | Black Mountain College Community Bulletin: January 1, 1947 - Page 1 |
| Full Text | THIS IS NOT A COMJ." iUNITY BULLEIlli. Any resemblance to a conununity bulletin, l± ving or dead, is entirely coincidental. F~ r~ hermore, this is NOT Bodoni type. New Year's Dc. y at BMC is rainy with a threat of sleet if it continues to get colder, as the weather man predicts it will. The rock walk to the dining hall squirts muddy water upward; brown rivers follow the roadway from, the Studie s Building; the mountains are obscure in heavy mist. It's a dreary day outside, " but I see a cardinal in the tree near We, ll en' s. We all ( that I s Sou. thern, like " you all") he re at BMC have had a grand vacation. It has been grand from the very day when the bus left for Washington and the Bolotowsky car left for New York ( sorry about the puncture, Ilya; we heard about it from the Niebyls) and Williams and Bergman, Inc. left for Chicago ( pardon me, Hank, Beaver Dam). But we are beginning to miss all of you. Lore, it was good of you to write and ask when college opens; ( in case others don't know, classes begin at 8: 30 a~ m. Wednesday, January 8; we expect most of you on January 7 and will welcome you back with spaghetti for lunch and hamburger for supper). And Hank, it was good of you to write for your ration book, which was probably in JOhn's pocket. And Pepe it was go od of you to writ e for more money, eSp3cially since you wanted to buy your mother a Christllll3. s present. All such messages are welCOI1B by those of us shut out of the world in this rainy little mountain valley. Hitting the high- spots of the holiday at BMC I. Our new Caroling Group. Them3 song: " Christmas is coming, The Goose is getting fat; Please to put a penny In the old rran's hat." A delightful round inaugurat ed by John Wallen, with Molly as of i'icial starter, and the rest jining inl Christmas Eve about fourteen of us sung carols, incluii: 1g the round, at Oteen Annex ( formerly Moore General Hospital). While Bobbie, Franziska, arrl Evelyn hurried around handing out song sheets to the patients and asking them to join in the' singing, Molly pitched the tune ( once or twic e) then Rondy and John picked it up, and by that time the three pap3r girls were back and everyone got in on the second line. We sang in about twelve wards and considering our age, ' we kept fairly well on the key to the bitter er. d ( not quite as well as doe s the barber shop quartet -- boys, they want you to come down s ometfure! ); anyway, our spirits were go od, and after it was aver we got more sp irits at the Elliott Merricks. 2. Santa Claus; single or plural? There was a lot of discussion the day before Christmas'about Santa Claus -- whether he " TaS or wasn't; whether he'was single or plural, etc., etc. Faf said NO to everything; blt Asawa said YES, so in" the end the stockings were hung'by the fireplace with care" in South Lcxl. gf?, and Santa did corre, and in the end, tlhat is beforemorn: ing, there were five San tas at W) rk and the stockings were found at daybreak-- filled-- vvith left- overs in a corner for the unbelievers ( Al fouhd th ese). Like Morton Salt " It never rains but it pours If, so ' Wi.. th the Santas. Two of them were seen by inquisitive members of the community at midnight in South Lodge; three were heard and seen in the early morning hours between 4: 30 and 6 a. m. Faculty homes were ruthlessly ent ered ( but no faculty were carried away). The Wallen I s felt the chill of the night air as their living room door was opened and closed; the Rondys heard the thud as one Santa fell headlong over their faithful watchdog, Jake, asleep in the hallway; the Levi's were awakened by the giggling caroling; the Niebyls slept throu gh it; Molly was semi- cons cious of the int ru sien; as for Eddie Lowinsky, he knew it was burglars climbi: 1g in the window ( moral, Eddie, never lock the doors on Christmas Eve). Dayliftit brrnght the evidence -- huge, ginger cookies in queer shapes -- trains, cows, horses, faces with cow- catcher whiske rs ( goo ss whos e)- all fourrl.- on table s and chairs' in the faculty households. But at breakfast at nine, there were no Santas presEnt. 3. Forwarding Mail. This VlaS B's job. She did an especially good job on mail going to TampS; F1or: ida, and Crewe, Virginia. Forwarding mail is a tricky job, especially when we cbn't mve anyfoI"' flarding, addresses! We did know Neil was in New York, but we werenit sure of Dan Rice's address, but we hope he got all of his mil. Reading the postcards was exciting; but there weren't enough of them. Wondering what was in too Christmas packages was exciting ani we'll be hanging around when Susie Teasdale opens those wonderful pears and Dan opens the box of dates from California.. We might even hang arourrl mEn Squeaky opens his big DoX of kapok sleeping bags. We tried to get Charlie Boyce' s packa~ e threugh to France -- we knew about the girl there ( maybe it was Gennany), but in spit e' of Ed Adamy's declaration s, the package came back a third time aJmd is here now, so Charlie is " alone in the pines, where the cold wind blOWS" so far as that r: articular girl is cencerned. |
