Mary Ann Johansen-Van Leur '60

One hundred fifty years! Yikes, where has all the time gone? I did excerpts of three professors, Dr. Elperin, Dr. Schilcutt, and Professor Wangemann who helped me climb the Lakeland College ladder (from 1956-1960) and the fanciful memories to recreate some of my stories.


It is spring 1957, and the Milwaukee Braves are edging towards winning the World Series championship, and here we are in Professor Elperin's economics class trying to grasp the lecture. As the professor glanced at our glazed over eyes, he scratched his head and questioned how the baseball game was coming along.

Let's step back a pace now. I was the first girl at Lakeland College to graduate with a "combo" business administration and economics degree. I felt kind of honored with all these male "protectors" in most of my classes. Yup, the good ol' days. Sigh.

Anyway, Prof. Elperin kept wondering how "our team" was doing that crucial afternoon. Slowly, I raised my hand and said, "Let's go watch the game on tv...", and before I could finish my sentence, the whole class made a "bee line" to "Trailerville" knowing I had a tv in my husband's and my trailer. We all piled into the very cramped, cozy living quarters, and watch the Braves on this teeny eight inch black and white tv of which the back of it was two feet long, all tubes inside.

We yelled and screamed at their performance, probably scaring any univited mice away from their hiding place. 1957 was the only year they won the World Series Championship, and our econ class cheered them on we watched on this this teeny tv.



I honestly tried hard to be a good student in Professor Wangemann's biology class. As he lectured, I would take tons of notes. Prof Al would deliver his messages at a good pace. But I had one advantage. I wrote nearly all my notes in shorthand. Anybody out there remember Gregg shorthand?

Weeks into this type of lecture delivery, Al wondered how come our class was ahead of his other classes. When he casually walked around the room, he looked at my notes, and he immediately noticed it was shorthand. He then figured out why the students were letting him know that his pace was too fast for allot of them.

Al has always been one clever and smart professor, and whenever I would have an opportunity to visit with him and his loving wife, Jeanette, I felt very fortunate. I thank Professor Al for his great teachings and friendship.



"Trailerville" was a well-established mode of living for students and their spouses at Lakeland College in the 50's and very early 60's.

On a brisk winter day in January of 1958 along came this sprinty, young gentleman from Indiana. There was one available trailer that belongs to Lakeland College, so this young man "staked claim" to it. He was hired to be the business administration professor.

His original intention was to teach at Lakeland for just a few years. Well, this very gifted professor earned his doctorate, and after fifty-four years, he is still bestowing his wits and wisdom to eager learners.

I was one of his earlier, dare I say, lucky students? Now, when somebody mentions my name, he will roll his eyes and get that subtle grin on his face as if to say, "Thank goodness she made it!" Now comes some foolishness.

What sounds do small pebbles make when tossed on a trailer roof? Ask Garland. He was the "victim" a few times. On occasion, after my husband and I would come from a Saturday night party at a Franklin tavern, I couldn't resist feeling mildly delinquent and tip toe over to his trailer and toss a few pebbles on his roof. I'd hear some grumbling commotion from his trailer and high tail it back to my trailer. Is that being a "brat"? Anyway, just a hint of silliness from "Trailerville U.S.A.".

As far as I am concerned, Garland is still that sprinty, young gentleman and professor lecturing to students and endorsing their dreams of tomorrow. God bless Dr. J. G. Schilcutt, and I always will be his "Trailerville" friend.

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