Letters

Letters

Jack Windsor: A lasting example

Photo of a bowl of fruitThere is a bowl filled with onions on my counter: the first one I made, in September 1973. I was surprised to read in the very last paragraph on the very last page of the fall issue of Chico Statements that Jack Windsor had recently died at age 98. When I have thought of my two years at Chico, I have always first remembered my time in the ceramics studio and all I learned from Jack. From pots to pizza in the kiln, to precision, curiosity, chemistry, dedication to your art, and even how to inspire young learners—Jack was a lasting example of what a real artist could be.

—Sandy Thomas, Art, ’75 

Favorite nooks and crannies

CS: In the last issue, we asked for your favorite campus places. Below is a sampling of your responses.

My favorite spot to study was in the stacks inside the library; we called them “stacks” because hardbound journals, magazines, and the like were all housed inside of those books—decades of journals and literature and all types of findings could be found up in the stacks.  

Also, in the springtime, sitting on the lawn listening to the birds and watching the creek lazily drift downstream. Smelling those luscious trees and knowing Pioneer Days was about to come to Chico.  

—Linda Puzio, Dietetics, ’84

Photo of amphitheater on Chico State campusMy favorite place was the old amphitheater with Chico Creek running past. I hope it’s still there. It was such a peaceful place, a great escape in the late ’60s and early ’70s.

—Michael Quinn, Health Science, ’72

CS: It’s still there, Michael! See photo by University Photographer Jason Halley.

There were many great spots that I remember and love: the library (a great place to focus) and the walkway along the rose garden (sitting/relaxing and people watching). But the best place on the entire campus for me was the amphitheater along the creek near the [physical] sciences building. 

It was a place of solace for me. I found peace there in whatever negative or positive circumstance I encountered. Missing home, a girlfriend breakup, and/or a low point while boxing for our school. On the positive side, I would take dates there after dinner, read or study to get inspired, or just hang there for a while between classes. That spot was church-like: it was safe, quiet, and peaceful. Whenever I return to Chico, I do my best to stop by and reflect on just how great my Chico State experience was, and how it molded me into what I am today.

—John P. Kelleher, Communications, ’85

I worked as a staff member in [Meriam Library] from 1979 to 1993, when I retired and moved to Arizona. But I do love Chico, and I so enjoyed your little article about favorite nooks and crannies. 

[Old Hutch’s Plaza] was a favorite spot for many. I do remember Professor Hutchinson would often be found there, and although I never took a class from him, he was delight to talk to, and I was so glad they named that lovely little spot in his honor. 

Then there was the old tree behind Kendall with the hollowed-out trunk. Someone had painted a most whimsical picture of an old wood sprite peeking out from the center of the tree. 

Another favorite spot which predated my working years by quite a bit was the theater in the glen. Before court theater came into being, it was the theater in the glen on the north side of the creek. What a wonderful way to spend a summer evening. 

We stayed in student housing, which was in Quonset huts where the student health services are now, until we could find a house to rent. My husband [John C. Otto] was Chico State’s first financial aid officer. He and his secretary, Mary Crawford, shared a little office upstairs in Kendall Hall. It was so small that if they wanted to open the filing cabinet, one of them would have to step out into the hall. But they had the only balcony, which you can still see up on the northwest corner. 

Oh yes! And there was the old, old structure built near the corner of Warner and Sacramento for ski practice covered with almond shells! Can’t believe anyone actually tried it!

Carolyn Otto, Meriam Library, ’79’93