days matched mine. Read this story and you will see why. 10/1/2016
DOWN BY THE
RIVERSIDE
My alumni
magazine, The Stevens Indicator, features
stories of its successful graduates that I read with a measure of pride. In
recent years, its obituary column commands more of my attention than heretofore.
It shocks me to see a classmates name in that dreary listing.
From time
to time, an issue will include articles describing the history of the school
and its founding family (dating back to Colonial days). The Stevens family
pioneered the use of steam engines for both shipping and rail.
The magazine
often includes articles describing the rich history of Hoboken , the city
the Stevens family created. I never thought to submit one of my reminiscent stories
about growing up near the campus for publication, but now it’s too late. In the
Number 5, 1996 issue appears an article written by a peer, a non-graduate but
fellow townsman, Edward M. Stuart, titled Campus
Nostalgia: An Outsider's Perspective.
Mr. Stuart grew
up in Hoboken , living in
an apartment building located directly across the street from the western edge
of the campus. His words echoed my own sentiments, feelings and remembrances.
He captured the essence of how I felt while roaming the campus grounds and
buildings. Some of his recollections were far more vivid and detailed than my
own.
I wondered why
our paths had not crossed while we both frolicked on the campus. We shared
many, but not all the same boyhood adventures. He took short cuts by walking
through some of the school’s buildings and become a pal of Rudy, the gym’s caretaker.
Edwin had climbed to the top of the abandoned family homestead, Castle Stevens,
to play war games. It never occurred to me to venture there.
He
described with accuracy the school’s athletic field, its buildings, and its
hidden mysterious paths that ran along the school’s property facing the Hudson
River and overlooking the Shore Line Railroad which carried
freight to and from the ocean liners berthed below. Stuart and I were like two
ships that passed in the night. He lived on Sixth
Street , and attended school on Tenth
Street . I lived at the corner of Ninth
Street , and went to grade school on Fourth
Street .
We each traversed the Stevens campus to get to class, often chased by Mike,
the dreaded watchman, who chased kids with the intent of doing bodily harm, a relentless
but singularly unsuccessful pursuit.
The Naval
V-12 training program came to Stevens in 1942, and student/sailors began to
appear on campus and in town. The school converted the Castle Stevens into a
dormitory to house the military students. He recalls seeing the men line up and
then march in formation to dinner. I never saw such a parade. I spent my days
in high school while he still pranced around the campus.
He mentions
seeing the obstacle course constructed on the athletic field, designed to train
the naval students. When I entered Stevens in July 1944, all civilian students
were required to take the same physical training as the military. I spent hours
going through the obstacle course and learning how to climb shipboard rigging
from the gym floor to the oval running track above.
His article
included a number of photographs of campus buildings and structures that seemed
amazingly familiar to me. His description of the winter sports he played on
campus with other Hoboken kids matched
my own recollection. He tells of the "tall fence along Hudson
Street composed of vertical iron bars
topped with pointed tips that faced alternatively inward and outward,"
which defined my youth in so many ways. It proved a challenge, not a barrier,
to the boys from my block. We would shimmy over the fence and roll large rocks
down a hill into it, hoping to dislodge one of its vertical bars. If we succeeded,
it would allow us to to squirm through
rather than climb over the fence to gain access to our playground. No
matter how many times the school fixed one loose bar, we would loosen another
one. We treated that fence with impunity.
Although
Stuart did not attend Stevens, I share his golden memories of the school’s campus
we used as our boyhood playground.
This
particular issue of the Indicator featured
the remarks given by Stevens' first Nobel Laureate, Dr. Fred Reins '39, last
June when honored by the school. Entitled, Who
Needs Science?, he stated that science has given humankind an unlimited
frontier in an otherwise finite world.
I am proud
to have attended a college that graduated people like Dr. Reins. I am equally
proud that the college provided an ideal playground for some of Hoboken ’s
children, like Stuart and me. I am even more proud that Mike, the watchman,
never managed to shoot me with his fearsome, though never seen, pepper gun. He gets all the credit for
developing my amazing foot speed. I have a ribbon around here somewhere,
awarded me for finishing second in a fifty-yard dash conducted on the Stevens
cinder track while I was still in grade school. It is not quite on the same par
as a Nobel Prize, but it is just as endearing.
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