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<DIV>I remember staying up all night loading rented trucks to go from 5th City
to Uptown. Others stayed up all night in Uptown, unloading the trucks. I'm not
sure this is true, but it seems some people who had been staying in the
Kemper building were moving back to 5th City. So, in my memory, there's the
absurdity of loading and unloading everyone's board-and-brick
bookshelves and books going both ways. Many of the books in everyone's boxes
were the same titles.</DIV>
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<DIV>Kindle was 35 years too late.</DIV>
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<DIV>I was on the Emerging Generation team with Alice Baumbach, Wayne Nelson and
Catherine Whitney until after Summer '73, when I went with the children to
Geneva Crossroads camp. I don't remember E.G. structures in Kemper, so
I think the move must have been June, after school was out and before
we went to camp. Does that sound right?</DIV>
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<DIV>Living in Kemper in those days was quite an experience. Fred and
I had a small room on 5th floor with three glass walls. The fourth wall,
with a window, looked out to Lawrence. Our corner bed was a futon
that I made from foam rubber, that went on top of desks. We used the
desk drawers that faced outward as storage, as well as a file cabinet
and metal book shelf with the middle shelves replaced with a closet
rod.</DIV>
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<DIV>Patrick and Barry slept in a dorm situation down the hall. Suzanne and
Scott were assigned to Milwaukee and Madison.</DIV>
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<DIV>In fall, '73 I was assigned to the kitchen/housekeeping team with Judy
Radke and Maxine Manning, who was our prior. The kitchen, with no
walk-in refrigerator, was woefully inadequate to feed the number of people we
had (500?) three times a day, not to mention the quarterly prior gatherings. We
designed, and I made, ruffly aprons which we donned like armor over our order
blue polyester, but they didn't work to keep Maxine and
Judy from getting hepatitis, leaving me alone to cope with meal
planning, ordering the food and keeping the 50 cents-per-meal budget. Or
was it per day? Whatever it was, we really needed the in-kind food I
begged at the produce truck docks once a week. I confess
I sometimes dreamed of getting hepatitis myself.</DIV>
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<DIV>Fred Buss gave a hilarious lecture to all residents on basic
sanitation to avoid contracting the disease. Whose idea was it to have the
kitchen team also clean the bathrooms?</DIV>
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<DIV>One morning I eavesdropped on the conversation of two homeless men taking
shelter in the Lawrence entry. We used the hallway between that door and the
back elevator for storage, and I went there to get something that was on the
menu. </DIV>
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<DIV>"It was cold last night."</DIV>
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<DIV>"You can't sleep on the streets of Chicago any month of the year without
getting cold."</DIV>
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<DIV>Fred McGuire was on the development team, gone most of the
time. That was the grumpiest year of my life. I acted out in numerous ways. If I
was unkind to anyone reading this, I'm truly sorry.<STRONG> But the grits
were not my fault.</STRONG> </DIV>
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<DIV>Jann McGuire</DIV>
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<DIV>In a message dated 12/5/2013 8:23:47 A.M. Pacific Standard Time,
jlepps@pc.jaring.my writes:</DIV>
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style="BORDER-LEFT: blue 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px"><FONT
style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" color=#000000 size=2 face=Arial>Yes, it
would be good to hear early memories of moving into 4750 and
Uptown.<BR><BR> I was working with Phil Townley at the time, and
accompanied him to a council meeting which was to provide permission for us to
make the move. They asked all sorts of questions about who we were, and I was
furiously scribbling answers for Phil to give. He thoroughly ignored
everything I wrote (wisely, it turned out). We got the permission and moved
in. <BR><BR>One feature of the early days was security: someone was posted in
the Guild Hall at night and had to check the door to the back alley every
hour. The noises of a near-empty building at night made for nerve-wracking
times. It wasn't ghosts that were scary -- one felt almost able to handle
them, It was what was outside that created the unease. <BR><BR>The rooms were
office spaces, and some had walls; the rest had file cabinets as dividers with
curtains hung from the ceiling. Privacy was hard to come by. But work space
was ample on the first floor, and for the first time, many of us had actual
desks and file cabinets! <BR><BR>It would be good to hear stories from others
who made the move.<BR><BR>John
Epps<BR></FONT></BLOCKQUOTE></DIV></FONT></BODY></HTML>