My Title of Liberty

     "In Memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children." - Alma 46:12    


Oregon State University

Weatherford Hall

1968 - 1969

I went to Oregon State University in Corvallis, Oregon, still with the idea to become a pastor, but was beginning to search out what church I should belong to.

I remember taking Speech, Statistics, Russian, and Physics. I didn't do well in my classes. I was discouraged because I hadn't been able to sign up for the Sociology classes I felt were important because of having to wait for the third day of Registration due to my name starting with "S".

I guess I had a lot to be discouraged about as Bev broke up with me for what seemed to be the last time. She returned my engagement ring and gave me back all of the letters I had written to her. I put them in the handlebar basket of my bicycle and rode back to school from her home in Waterloo. Somewhere on the road to Lebanon, the letters came out of the basket and littered the roadside. I tried picking them up, but it was windy and raining. Before I got home with what letters I had saved, I lost my western-style hat when it blew off of my head while crossing the bridge. I watched it flutter down and northward into the Willamette River.

I enjoyed all of my classes (except Physics) but didn't do well in them. I should have enjoyed Physics, but it was presented in a dull fashion.

I remember giving a talk on how to find the North Star (Polaris) in the sky. In that same session, I learned how to play pool, especially, how to hit the ball so it would behave the way you wanted it to. I didn't get to try out what I learned until I joined the Army.

I only asked one girl out, Elaine Speck, from a dormitory across the street from mine. We went to one of the Campus places, had coffee, and talked. She seemed depressed, or maybe it was only me.

For a while, I had a Chinese roommate, so I studied Chinese from library books besides my regular studies. I used fluorescent poster paint to write the text of John 3:16 (backwards) on the inside of our dormitory window in Chinese. Our window was just over the archway in Weatherford Hall so that it could be seen from the quad. My roommate said that I did an excellent job of it.

I remember singing Simon and Garfunkel songs with my guitar in the stairwell.

Halfway through the second term, I dropped out. Due partly to my poor grades and discouragement, but mostly because of the way I had arranged my finances with the bank. I didn't have enough money to complete the term.