The above quote is from Connie (Class of 1968). Read the full memory below:

A different perspective of the rock: I was an off-campus undergraduate. My husband at war overseas. Our toddler son and I living at my parents’ providence home. After bedtime stories and night-night the rock provided a well-lighted comfortable place to study. A small circle of chairs facing the front windows of the reading room. A way to be found by a friend. Peter would come by to comment on our mutual classes…to ask about my day…and continued to check on me as a new widow…nightly…carefully. Bill and I met there each night through the Six Days War in June 1967. Sharing the newscasts and the rumors we had heard in hushed voices appalled at the men and materiel invested in the desert. I would teach the daughter of yigael yadin a few years later. Judy Robbins always had a warm greeting as she went about her job for the library. And I focused on my studies not my responsibilities not my concerns. Wars were distant. I could be a student. Only a student. It was a luxury. A sanctuary that year.