Roanoke College, Salem, Virginia, Part One (8 Pictures)
Yesterday, a day full of sun and not too awfully cold when the wind wasn't gusting, I found myself with a couple of hours to kill, so decided to make my first trek out to the little town of Salem, Virginia for the first time in months. Those who know me and/or have been reading this journal for a long time know that the town holds a treasure trove of memories for me: my grandparents lived there (which meant I lived there most every weekend between the ages of 5 and 17), I had two "stays" at Roanoke College there (the first just hanging out with friends, the second as a student), it was once home to an amusement park called Lakeside (complete with wooden roller coaster), and it's still home to two book-related places I try to visit whenever I'm around: the local library and Givens' Books, a used bookstore on the town's edge.
I ended up spending most of my time wandering around the campus and visiting the library, but also had the presence of mind to snap some brightly-lit pictures through the walkabout. There would've been a lot more--I would've snapped shots all the way to Union Street, a mile or two away, to finish with a shot of the picture of the huge Victorian house that once belonged to Mr. William Goodlett, a Cherokee medicine man I knew--except for needing to head off to my sister's house.
I always joked that the college's motto is "Your Mama's a Ferret".
Tabor Hall, a place with some of the greatest concentrations of memories.
During my first "round" here, most of my friends lived in Tabor and the rest
hung out there, in the TV lounge. During Round Two, I dated someone from Tabor
nearly the entire time I was a student.
On the back quad, looking towards the garden gazebo.
Sections: Most of my friends who didn't live in Tabor lived here.
The pylon in front is advertising the service fraternity Alpha Phi Omega,
which I had several reasons at the time for not joining.
The back of Bittle Hall (built in the 1870's and named after the college's founder).
The side of Bittle.
The front of Bittle.
The library. As you can imagine, I spent a lot of time here.
The library director was also friends with my grandfather.
Go on to Part Two.
I ended up spending most of my time wandering around the campus and visiting the library, but also had the presence of mind to snap some brightly-lit pictures through the walkabout. There would've been a lot more--I would've snapped shots all the way to Union Street, a mile or two away, to finish with a shot of the picture of the huge Victorian house that once belonged to Mr. William Goodlett, a Cherokee medicine man I knew--except for needing to head off to my sister's house.
I always joked that the college's motto is "Your Mama's a Ferret".
Tabor Hall, a place with some of the greatest concentrations of memories.
During my first "round" here, most of my friends lived in Tabor and the rest
hung out there, in the TV lounge. During Round Two, I dated someone from Tabor
nearly the entire time I was a student.
On the back quad, looking towards the garden gazebo.
Sections: Most of my friends who didn't live in Tabor lived here.
The pylon in front is advertising the service fraternity Alpha Phi Omega,
which I had several reasons at the time for not joining.
The back of Bittle Hall (built in the 1870's and named after the college's founder).
The side of Bittle.
The front of Bittle.
The library. As you can imagine, I spent a lot of time here.
The library director was also friends with my grandfather.
Go on to Part Two.