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Excerpts from: “Madison Women Remember”

Anne Bruno, Greenbush, 1916

At camp we had girls who cried every night. They didn’t like the food -- they were accustomed to Italian food! They didn’t know anything about ham, or casseroles, or things like that.  The counselors thought, well, best if they just went home.

But we loved it, my sister and I, most of us did. Camp was where I learned what ham was, and casseroles, and macaroni and cheese.

Rosemary McDermott, Doty, 1925

A strange thing I remember about growing up was Joyce’s Funeral Parlor on West Washington Avenue.  Everybody who died, from the Fourth Ward, was buried from Joyce’s Funeral Parlor. And the wakes!  We looked forward to going to the funerals because the wakes were so wonderful afterwards.  You went back to somebody’s house and there was a lot of friendship, and drinking, and food galore! With visitation at the funeral parlor, there were usually two nights. I was too young to be left alone so I went to all the wakes—and I could hardly wait for someone to die.  Another party, that’s the way I looked at it!

Beverly Fosdal, Campus/Downtown, 1942

We played a lot at the Memorial Union. Our goal was to stay away from personnel, so we would go  meandering through the little passageways and hallways. We'd be the detectives and we’d pick somebody to be the bad guy, and  just follow him around.

 Down under the theater area was a warren of little rooms. One time we were down there and we darted in front of a door and somebody said, “Wait a minute. This is the room, Come in here.” We were sure we were caught. 

We went in, expecting to be chastised, but the woman said, “You're here for the try-outs, aren't you?"  So we said, "Sure," and we tried out and all got parts in “The Pied Piper of Hamlin.” That was the beginning of my acting career.  




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