THE GOOD TIMES OF ‘65 part 8, chapter 79

 Before I wrap up 1964-65 with the final explosion, it is important to know there were good times, fun times, those typical great days in college life. I admit my memory of many of these evens is rather impaired. My life was dominated by other events of school life.
So may remember the great skits that Franklin and I did the year before that a small group wanted to see them continue and suggested I hook up with Dave Peters. It sounded like a great idea. Dave was  the funniest guy on campus. I doubt he could talk without making someone laugh. We tried. We may have even did a couple before I realized I was way out of my league. Dave was extremely spontaneous. I could not make his quick wit. Our brains did not gel. I didn't need a word for word script, neither could I let it "just happen." I wish it had worked, but it didn't. 

The school yearbook was dedicated to those former students who had had responded to the call of God to foreign lands. The photo was of Julie Fehr who graduated the year before and took the college by storm with her dedication and passion to serve Christ. Written in part…

“We recognize with joy that these are under the Shadow of the Almighty as Julie has expressed…

“’A shadow, yes, but radiant with His life presence. He has been reminding me daily concerning abiding in that shadow of His Holy Presence. The Children of Israel journeyed under that holy cloud if the literal Shadow of the Almighty. In our walk with Him, is it not ever so easy to run ahead or lag behind in the ‘sunny-ness’ of our will? But oh, just to live and move and have out being in Him”

As always but learning to trust Him more, Julie Fehr’”

Julie was a gifted woman who lived a life too short.

An early internship model began this year. It was a voluntary program and guys (yes only guys) were assigned to work with one of the two pastors in town. Rev. E. J Bailey or Rev. William Rose. At that point in life there was no real career in Christian Education, so I was planning on becoming a pastor. I have no idea what I thought I would do about my public speaking weakness. I guess I just assumed God would take care of it when the time came. I certainly wished it had improved while I was at school. The need for me to speak was on the decline as greater problems involving me arose, I was needed less and less (read wanted less and less) on the school platform. It was OK with me. I knew there was many others much more qualified. It also reduced some of my tension.

As always there was youth conference, an event always shocking to first year students as high school students moved into our tiny dorms for the Youth Conference weekend. With no place to meet on Campus, the big meetings were held at Martin Collegiate a short six Regina winter blocks away. Here is what the yearbook had to say about Youth Conference.

“’There is nothing like Youth Conference’ every freshman was informed. He didn’t really understand until he had 325 young people on his hands for four days. It meant his life, hour by hour, given to the needs of young people who require God for every aspect of their lives. It meant revealing Bible studies in every available nook and cranny of the campus. It meant mountains of dishes and hectic moments when ‘our team was losing.”

 This is the only photo I have found of the college in the snow. Strange! There was always more snow during the school year than green lawn.

This year a new long range plan for the campus was presented. As nice as it may appear, this plan was never developed. I was interested that the plan showed a football field, baseball field and tennis courts, but no hockey arena. It was have been designed by an American. At least the new dorms would have been closer than the actual plan. The buildings up in the upper left hand corner was married students housing. Great idea, but it never happened on any plan.