I don’t envy the library employees who labored to document, scan and archive electronic images of The Daily Oklahoman from the day OPUBCO opened its doors. But I sure do appreciate them.
Last year I was doing some research that led me to discover this feat had been accomplished, so last night I logged on to do some more. This time for the Chronicles. I wanted to see what Labor Day Weekend was like in Red Dirt country fifty years ago.
What I found was a slice of life that made me laugh, frown, send a clipping to my colleague at OSU and think about my friends who are politically active. I experienced quite an array of emotions for the hour I perused the September 1st, 2nd and 3rd issues of the paper. Then I tried to decide how I would put all that information into a small Friday morning blog posting.
The decision I arrived at was to provide you bullet points of what stood out to me, provide you with a few visuals, then encourage you to try this type of exercise on your own if you enjoyed it. Here we go…
And, Governor Edmondson was trying his best to educate the state about several legislative measures going to a vote of the people very soon.
So I wonder…what has changed? The Oklahoma culture is still here: Football season, Labor Day cookouts (standard across our country), the local and county fairs, community, politics and the news.
It seems that most of what has changed, besides the fashion, are socio-political factors. There isn’t a “Red” scare any more…but there are others, right? Are people of various skin colors still being threatened with persecution and derogatory name calling?
Okay. Perhaps not all that much has changed.
However, the technology to retrieve this information is a huge difference. People will cook with technology that wasn’t invented in 1960. The football games will have real-time updates on the internet and entertain the crowd with multimillion dollar big screen “wow factors.” Brides-to-be will be utilizing event management software by an account set up online within their wedding planner’s website. People will take digital photographs of their fair entries and send them to their family around the country.
There are differences. Perhaps a bit of the socio-political paranoia is gone…maybe.
But there sure are similarities as well.
by Red Dirt Kelly
As I approached the “No Loitering” a-frame sign I knew the message was a nice way of saying, “Stay out – we’re working.” My curiosity got the best of me, however, and I walked closer to the corner gate of the practice field. I could hear the OSU football team yelling drills and the sounds of helmets and pads crashing together as tackles took place over and over. The burning sun overhead made the practice atmosphere feel genuinely intimidating. A physically fit man with sunglasses and white hair decked out in new orange and black coach clothes looked my way as I got closer.
“Hey – can I take a quick photo of the team practicing?” I smiled.
“It’s closed. So…no.” He responded.
“How about of you? You look interesting!” I retorted.
“I can assure you that I am NOT interesting,” he chuckled. I waved and walked on….straight to the athletic ticket office. For the first time in about eight years I picked up a packet of student tickets for my husband and I. We were willing to trade our chair-backed seats in the alumni section for the reduced cost of these babies. With three of our family members in college, you bet your patooty we were. Besides, sitting in the student section always helps you remember mankind is a primal being – there is raw energy like no other around those crazy, crazy fans.
I checked the envelope to make sure his “student dependent/spouse” card was in the packet, talked to a few others picking up their tickets and walked back to the car.
On my returning stroll, I noticed that practice was continuing without a guarded gate and a photo would have been easy pickings…but I decided not to push things today. After all, the atmosphere across campus was just way too happy. I didn’t need to spoil the mood with being chased off the premises.
The volunteers manning information and water booths for the students were happy. The students trying to find their way around campus were also happy. The faculty walking up and down the halls in the College of Human Environmental Sciences were happy. There were new posters on the walls of student athletes in our college, students who had earned honors or done research…a smile on all their faces.
As I walked up the stairs to my office and sat down, I noticed I was in an incredibly good mood. My season football and basketball tickets were now in my purse, my syllabi were written and I had just seen my first advisee of the semester.
I have a sneaking suspicion I know why professors wait so long to retire…something about the university setting is like a fountain of youth. A new school year, a new promise of learning, a new hope of beating the living daylights out of our competition in the sports arenas.
It’s going to be a good year.