Just remembering

Today, we're nostalgic for a long drive along the Highway.  To the left would be the tall rock formations forming the base of the autumn colored bluffs and to the right would be the ever becoming Mississippi River.
 
There is an observer's ledge on top of a bluff which oversees the town and lake.  It was created so that freshman University students could impress their parents with fall splendor on parent's weekend.  In back of the bluff, down in the valley, there is an old, old cemetery.  One of the plots hosted a small four-walled castle, which seemed barred from time and pageantry. It was to become an image of life-long holding.

Down the road and up the bluff lay the campus.  This was beauty and benefit untold!  We remember Brother Julius.  He understood human development.  I remember a day walking to class, so upwardly stepping, that fluffy white clouds befell me.

The class Brother Julius lead was small, perhaps 8-10 students.  He had us reading a book called, "The Person in Education, a Humanistic Approach."  The authors of this collective work included among others, Sartre, Plato, Buber, Maslow, Rogers, Dewey, and Huxley.  The students were to read the text, then be able to discuss our favorite passage.  Brother Julius would mingle our thoughts and conclude we were all budding entrepreneurs of life!

I was practical-minded and declared the hope that my mind would never be less busy or profitable.  The learning process was dynamic and gave me a sense of freedom untold.  Then after a fulfilling study, you could cross the small foot bridge over Gilmore Stream and take up the next lesson along the rustling dirt path leading back through St. Yon's bluff.

 

We find ourselves remembering with great care and rapture!