I had the opportunity recently to have some business with the current President, Dr. Harvill Eaton, and in his office I told him that it was the first time I had ever been in the Presidents Office. I felt like a kid again, allowed in some forbidden inner sanctum.
In those days, the Library was in Memorial Hall and took up the entire South wing of the first floor. Nobody seemed to mind me being around. In fact, they all made me feel important and welcome. Ive explored every inch of Memorial Hall, including the mysterious basement, but to this day, I havent been in the clock tower.
It was at Cumberland where I learned to think about a world bigger than me; where exchange students from Iran went to school with us and the Shah was still in power. When $10 could fill up your tank, buy a pack of cigarettes, a six-pack of beer and the drinking age was 18; where we could smoke in the classroom if the professor did; where teaching legends like the Colonel and Lucy Scott Brown, James Dressler, Dr. Donna Dykes and Boone Swain taught us History, Algebra, English, Sociology, Sciences and the Liberal Arts while still allowing time to get to know us as persons, also.
Many of these men and women would end up being high school teachers and college professors of mine. They were my family. Cumberland was more than a Junior College to me, it was my second home.
From about 1964 until her retirement some 20 years later when Cumberland once again became a four-year University, Mom guarded the hall in the North wing of Memorial Hall. She was not just my mother, but a substitute parent and mentor to countless students. It was here that my father graduated Law School; it was here that my brother and Law partner, Bob Lee, began his college and career; it was here that my brother, David Lee, was about to graduate when he lost his life in a fatal car wreck; it was here that I graduated with an Associate degree in Liberal Arts and dodged my moms gaze as I sneaked in a cigarette in the student lounge or darted out of Chapel on Fridays.
This is the Cumberland I knew and loved, the Junior College years. It has grown and prospered and continues the incredible Academic Tradition begun in 1842. During the weekend of Oct. 5-6, Cumberland is honoring the alumni of those Junior College years during Homecoming. I will be there.
For more information about homecoming festivities, visithttp://www.cumberland.edu/homecoming/home.html.