To my great delight, the January issue featured the Nationality Rooms, and I read with great enthusiasm [Mark Collins'] beautifully written article ("Rooms with a View"). I feel that [Collins] connected to this group of people who feel their heritage! We cannot thank you enough.
Our lives and dedication are recognized. We are entwined in this beautiful concept of Bowman-Mitchell and Bruhns.
Greek Room Committee
Upper St. Clair, Pennsylvania
Being originally from Johnstown, Pennsylvania, (and an amateur writer for the Pitt Panther during my journalism days at the Johnstown Center), I was fascinated by the story about writer Jeanne Marie Laskas, ("The Stranger," January 1997) and especially by the picture of she and her dog sitting on the steps of her home. It brought back many memories of the people and homes of Johnstown and Pittsburgh, which I physically left over 40 years ago, but which I have never left emotionally.
By the time I finished the article, I realized that it was the beautiful writing of Laura Shefler that made the Laskas story so interesting. I'm not articulate enough to put into words specifically what it is about Laura Shefler's writing that appeals so much to me, but I know that I would like to read more of her stories.
Herbert W. Boerstler
Arts and Sciences '52
Always enjoy "The Commons Room." However, even though Vicki Glembocki has departed, she should know that the article on Jacob and his 12 sons is in error ("Show Stopper," September 1996). The show may have happened [the way Glembocki reported], but Rachel, Jacob's second wife, only bore the last two of Jacob's sons. Leah, his first wife, bore the first ten sons and a daughter, Dinah, if I remember correctly.
Organic Lab Instructor
University of Pittsburgh-
Johnstown Johnstown, Pennsylvania
It came as no surprise to me to read that Dr. Ross Musgrave was featured in [the November 1996] issue as a sponsor of scholarships for medical students ("The Spirit of Giving").
Dr. Musgrave was my plastic surgeon 30 years ago when I was a young adult and had to have extensive reconstructive surgery on my face following an auto accident. He charged me a very nominal sum for the three operations and explained that he wanted me to use [my] money for my education. I did just that, but he also taught me a more important lesson: that the greatest gift is not what we have but what we can give back to others. I have never forgotten his example and still remember him as one of the most kind and caring human beings I have ever met.
Pitt Magazine comes to me because I am a graduate of the D. T. Watson Physiotherapy School, of the year 1949. It was a one year "certificate" course. [Editor's note: The D. T. Watson School became part of PittŐs School of Health Related Professions in 1969, now called the School of Health and Rehabilitation Sciences.]
I was a graduate with a BS in bacteriology, minor in psychology, from Allegheny College. I chose physical therapy without too much knowledge of the profession. My father, an MD--general practice in Sharpsville, Pennsylvania, for 50+ years--said to me, "I hear and read about a profession called physical therapy. Maybe you should apply to one or two of these schools and see what they think of you."
I came to Pittsburgh for an interview with Jesse Wright, MD. It was an interesting meeting and interview with her at her office in Oakland. I was accepted and in October 1948 I began school at the D. T. Watson estate. The class was a total of 19 students. Classes were in one room on the first floor off the huge living room. The girls lived in the ballroom--eight of us on cots in the ballroom--amazing. The others upstairs in bedrooms, three or four to each. The five men lived at the Sewickley YMCA.
We were a very close knit group--not all best friends or any such, but we loved that year. (I know I did, anyway.)
There's lots more I could chat on about--that year at D. T. Watson was my happiest year of life! I'm grinning right now as I sit here.
I worked for Easter Seal part time from the 1974-75 school year to the 1984-85 school year. I retired from Easter Seal in the spring of 1985.
Today I have just finished the story on the back page ("Hungarian Rhapsody," January 1997) by Laura Shefler--a beautifully written introduction to a young lady's experience in her travels. I loved the story and her writing talent.
Margaret Bailey Mehler
School of Health Related