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That is Professor Woolsey—in Woolsey Hall! I went to school with his son Dan ’77, who was a year ahead of me. I never had his dad—what did he teach? Bonny Sue (Meader ’78) Morano San Diego, CA
The picture is of one of my favorite professors, the wise biblical scholar Warren Woolsey ’43, teaching in Fancher Hall and looking just how I remember him from the late ’70s. His dry sense of humor made classes more interesting. He was talking about David and Bethseba in Old Testament Survey once when a student raised a question as to the interpretation of the passage. His response was something to the effect of, “Do you think David was inviting her in to look at his etchings?” I still laugh about it today. Diana Boyd ’81 Rotterdam, The Netherlands
That would be Dr. Woolsey presiding over class in Woolsey Hall. That building was demolished during my tenure at Houghton, and Fancher was moved across [Willard Avenue to] where Gaoyadeo used to be, in order to make room for the new academic building (now called the Chamberlain Center). I have fond memories of classes in Woolsey, but the clearest is of the creaky floors. When classes let out, the building was filled with the sounds of feet traversing the hallways and the old, wooden floors creaking in protest. I also remember how the classroom where I had Bible class after lunch with Dr. Woolsey was quite warm, and how hard it was to stay awake—not because of Dr. Woolsey, but because of the heat!
My parents
had attended classes in that same building 25 years earlier.
It was really a beautiful old building and I was sad to see
it go. Pensacola, FL
The photo is of Professor Warren Woolsey in Woolsey Hall. I remember coming to Houghton at the age of five, when my father [Bob Brown] took a position in the registrar’s office. I remember the wood floors and radiators under each of the windows along the hallway connecting Woolsey Hall to Fancher Hall. The wooden stairs creaked as you went up and down. I would stand on my tiptoes to see in the doors. The building had a distinct smell and feel. Carolyn (Brown ’85) Hale Angelica, NY
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