Anderson University - Echoes Yearbook (Anderson, IN)

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A. Expressions of ecstasy light the faces of Mark Fletcher and Bob Hooker after a fulfilling evening at Pharrells. B. Life¬ long friendships are often made during Freshman orientation. Oscar Escobedo, Kim Emerick, Randy Conners, Carol Neff, and Kelly Linton enjoy fun and fel¬ lowship at the Freshman reception. C. Scott Warner and friend” take advantage of a pleasant autumn after¬ noon. D. With overcrowding apparent everywhere, chapel attendees Kristie Stevens, Bob Tippin, Tim Turner, and Tam Tran make the best of an uncom¬ fortable arrangement. E. Kim Lockhart ponders the challenge and responsibility that will be hers as an R. A.

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After comparing faces with the medie¬ val gargoles in Copenhagen, we boarded a ferry for the northern coast of East Ger¬ many. Upon arrival we were prevented from boarding the sealed” train that was supposed to take us directly to West Berlin. The customs officer spoke no Eng¬ lish, and while we fumbled with our Ger¬ man, the train pulled away. When the customs people understood our plight, they agreed to put us on that night ' s eleven o’clock train. The pro¬ spect of killing ten hours in the border compound obviously didn ' t excite us, and so the guards agreed to let us spend the time in the town of Warnemunde while they held our bikes. We boarded the night train with only minor problems with a pedantic conduc¬ tor. Another conductor, a small, French- speaking man, befriended us. He helped with the bikes and made meticulous entries on our tickets. Still it was a sleepless ride. The train stopped at every station along the way and we wanted to ; be sure not to miss West Berlin. At three o ' clock in the morning, the dusty green train squeaked to a stop under a white neon sign that read OST BERLINHOF (the East Berlin train station). We felt relieved. One more stop and we would be finished with the hassles. Then our con¬ ductor friend appeared, full of smiles. Time to get off, boys, he said in Ger¬ man. We had been ushered into the hall by the time we could protest, NEIN, NEIN, WESTER BERLIN. The conductor just kept pushing, smiling and saying JA. In his haste, Larry left his passport in our compartment, and only a last min¬ ute retrieval prevented the loss that is punished by a mandatory two year prison term. Before we knew it, we were stand¬ ing on the platform among our luggage, watching the train pull back into the East German night. Dazed, we decided to delay our plans for jumping the Wall Steve McQueen style until morning. We wandered through the catacombs that housed the workings of the station, knowing only that we had vio¬ lated all the regulations fellow travelers had warned us about. In spite of our attempt to appear nonchalant by whis¬ tling The Volga Boatmen, the police approached us and requested our papers. They were quite suspicious until they dis¬ covered the note the conductor had writ¬ ten on our tickets. We passed over the Wall at four o ' clock in the morning. After a few hours of sleep in the front yard of one of West Berlin’s youth hostels, the group toured the city. In addition to seeing the 1936 Olympic Stadium and other monuments Hitler had erected to himself, we examined the barb wire and concrete of the Wall. The East German guards watched the Wall watchers, who blew kisses. But the graves by the Wall revealed the cruel reality. Two men were shot by border guards during our time in Berlin. We trained uneventfully back through East Germany into West Germany. While enjoying the warm welcome and clean sheets at Fritzlar Bible Institute, Mrs. Willie Krenz told us that her husband, who was touring with Tri-S Germany as translator, would be in Hambourne the next day. Since we were headed toward the Rhine anyway, we decided to take a train across the country in order to sur¬ prise Norm Beard’s crew. Five minutes before the choir came in we slipped into the front row of the sanctuary. One by one they noticed us, smothered a smile and continued singing. In was great to see familiar faces again. The steep green bluffs along the Rhine perched a castle on their shoulders at every bend in order to keep an eye on the bikers down by the river. A bike path ran the length of the river ' s bank. One eve¬ ning we rode into Bacharach, a sixteenth century town full of half-timbered build¬ ings. There, Doug bought a harmonica and kept the group entertained for the rest of the trip with 263 renditions of Oh Suzanna. We noticed a storybook castle on a hill and joked that we should try to get a room there that night. What a sur¬ prise to discover that it was our youth hostel. From Mainz on the Rhine we trained to Munich. A short bike ride brought us to Dachau, a reconstructed Nazi concentra¬ tion camp. Again we saw the cruelty of barb wire. The museum of photographs burned with the miseries of experiment victims. After living among the mementos of brutality for an afternoon we could only echo the theme of the camp, Never Again. On the way to Innsbruck, Austria we discovered the sport of Alpine bicycling. Once the long, steep uphills were con¬ quered - a task eased by ten speeds - downhill riding speeds rose so much that we could easily pass the aggressive Euro¬ pean drivers. A tunnel would shear away all wind resistance, and our speed would approach 50 m.p.h. The Alps rose straight up on both sides of our path, changing from green velvet pasture land to forest, to bare ston£, and finally to snow as the altitude increased. One night a wrinkled Austrian farmer showed us a good place to camp in his forest. The moon barely climbed above the surrounding mountains that night, but the stars provided enough light to see by. We enjoyed the hospitality of Rev. and Mrs. Helmut Krenz ' at our church in Zurich, but were disappointed to awake to the sound of rain the next morning. So we followed the old bicyclist ' s maxim: When it rains take a train to Italy. Believe us, the rain in Italy is very similar to that of Switzerland. A wet day’s cycling ended in front of a closed youth hostel. On our way to find a hotel we met a stranger of our age who invited us to stay at his family ' s house that night. Not only did Alberto give us a dry place to stay but gave us a tour of the city as well. After sampling as many kinds of pizza as we could get our hands on, we boarded a night train to Paris. Our bikes haphaz¬ ardly wobbled the last ten miles to LeBourget Airport. The boxes and our friends were waiting as we had left them. Once back in Anderson we found it dif¬ ficult to express the ways we had grown during the trip. The five of us had become like brothers. Dr. Linamen even ! tried to claim us all as deductions on his income tax. Outside of our own group we had encountered the warmth of everyone along the road and developed some last¬ ing friendships in Aarhus. The most important revelation, however, came through seeing the people of God at work all over Europe. Not only did God have us in His protective hand, but He also was telling us how much He loved us through those that served Him. We were grateful that we had an opportunity to serve, too, through the work of Tri-S. - Doug Hall

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New Arrivals Adapt to AC Life Nature’s season of rebirth is spring, yet here at Anderson Col¬ lege new life comes with the fall. The arrival of the students, old and new, stirred the campus from summer’s near idleness to the heightened activity of autumn and the new semester. In the spotlight were those activities which con¬ stituted orientation for new stu¬ dents. Group meetings, faculty and staff conferences, receptions, the Labor Day lawn picnic, and ever popular Freshman Hike offered opportunities for each per¬ son to get acquainted with college life. Unlike many colleges nation¬ wide, A.C. had no problem with sagging attendance this year. Bulging suitcases reflected the crowded living conditions as stu¬ dents discovered home meant a lounge in Co-ed dorm or a room shared with three other people. Meal time assured you plenty of time to make a new friend while waiting in lines that seemed infi¬ nite. All in all, it was a crowded - but unique - beginning to a new year. 27 r I