Thanks for the Memories Steven L. Marker 76 As a teenager, I was particularly fond of the Weber State basketball dynasty during the years under Dick Motta, Phil Johnson, and Gene Visher. Weber State football was a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon as well. I helped assemble some of the sound baffles for the Stewart Bell Tower during the summer of 1971 while working at Richards Sheet Metal. That fall, while my co-workers finished their work on the tower, I started my freshman year at Weber State. I took a computer class which required a report on the use of computers at our place of employment. Richards used no computers at the time. I mentioned five areas where I thought we might use them. Today, computers are used in areas that I hadn't even imagined at the time. I sang in the Weber State Chorale under Ron Wooden, who is a very professional conductor. Two of the members in our choir had perfect pitch. We would amaze the audience by singing a cappella numbers without a pitch pipe by having these two students pass the proper starting pitch around the choir. We had a great time on our choir trip to Flagstaff, Arizona, and Pasadena, California, with a detour to Disneyland. We felt that we had taken a little trip on the wild side by performing the love song from the musical Jesus Christ Superstar entitled "I Don't Know How To Love Him." But the other choirs that we performed with from NAU and Pasadena were singing more contemporary music that was full of discords. I admired the difficulty of their numbers, but their music wasn't pleasant to listen to. I met my wife, who lived in the Boise area, in January 1972 while on a trip to see Boise State play Weber State. By the way, Weber won the game. I thoroughly enjoyed singing with the off-campus group from the LDS Institute, called the Male Chorus, directed by Ladd Cropper. There was a special camaraderie in that choir. I majored in business education. Much of the office equipment that we trained on is now obsolete twenty years later. I graduated in the spring of 1976. Art Linkletter was our commencement speaker. He was very interesting and entertaining with his bubbly personality and words of counsel. Thanks for the memories. Steven L. Marker On $600 From a Savings Account Jana Rae Arbon Martin '78 On $600.00 from my savings account, I started at Weber State. I really enjoyed the classes I took. I majored in communication and public speaking. My minor was in psychology and counseling. I wanted to overcome my shyness. That is one of the reasons I picked communication as a major. I wanted to get used to talking in front of others. I decided to join a theater club and was given a small part in the club play. I tried out for a part in a production for Weber State, but didn't get the part. I belonged to Lambda Delta Sigma at the Institute of Religion. I was initiated by being blindfolded and taken with other new members to a park in Bountiful. We had to eat baby food, which tasted awful. We were each given a name and had to be that person's pixie. We had fun. I thought it was important to have a social life. I didn't quite know what men were all about since I never had any brothers. My goal was set to date one hundred different fellows before I got married. I made it to eighty-eight. Of course, I had to find some of them at Weber State. I met the first fellow I fell in love with up at the Weber State Union Building. I was in the cafeteria watching the first man land on the moon, and I was eating a banana. Families Alive Conference Kay Thompson Rawson '81 When I was attending Weber, I remember the Families Alive Conference that brought together leading family specialists from across the country to inform students, community patrons, and professionals from across the nation. Dr. Jean Kunz was a mentor and teacher who was willing to help students with supporting families. Head Start teachers were being integrated into classroom settings in child and family studies. O. C. Tanner was willing to honor his mother, Annie Clark Tanner, with a $50,000 donation to the Family Education Center. Mrs. O. C. Tanner awarded the Nurturing Hand Award at the Families Alive Conference. 100 The Weber State Soccer Club John F. Lemon '78 In fall quarter 1975, a soccer class was offered at Weber, and from that insignificant class eventually evolved the Weber State Soccer Club. Two members from that class, Eldon Anderson and I, came up with the idea that Weber State needed a soccer team. At that time, our idea was more of a dream because neither of us had any idea how to organize any kind of club. But inspired by our desire to play soccer, we decided to find out what we needed to do to find a home for the sport at Weber. The first place we tried was the Foreign Language Department. We thought that if we wanted to get a team together, we would find some foreign students. So, the Foreign Language Department was first on our list of places where we could find the basis for our dream team. We gathered the names of several students. Our lists of names looked good until the time came for commitments. In other words, these people were in favor of our idea of a soccer team until the time came for doing something about organizing one. We finally ended up with barely enough people for one team, which included nine foreign students, Eldon and me, and one young girl. The three Americans on the team were outnumbered by non-English-speaking Ara- bians, Africans, and Iranians. Thus, we had some problems in getting together on team policies and organization. In spite of the linguistic barriers facing us, we went ahead and practiced. However, over a period of months, one by one, almost everybody dropped out. We must have been a little rough back then because the female was the first one to quit. I will admit that we had a lot of polishing to do on our technique. Then suddenly, right before the end of the school year, our numbers took a small jump in participation. But, after finals, everyone went separate ways for summer jobs and vacations, including Eldon and me. By this time, however, I had soccer fever. I continued to practice with my brothers and sisters, with my roommates, with anyone interested in the game, but usually I practiced by myself. I practiced all summer, the following fall, all during the winter whenever the weather was good and clear, and into the first part of spring. When spring quarter 1976 came, another soccer class was offered. This time, however, we had six players who were as obsessed with this exciting game as I was. We got together and advertised our group in the Signpost and by word-of-mouth. We finally called a meeting where we had seven people in attendance. We elected a club president, an office I held until I graduated in 1978, because no one else wanted the job. We began to make the necessary arrangements for our first game at BYU the first week of June. We lost that first game 1-7. In fact, we were so shorthanded I asked the AYSO high school team that I coached if they would like to play on Weber State's team against BYU. They all said they would, so I loaded my car with my high school team and went to BYU, where we were soundly trounced. When school was finished for the year, just like the year before, our little team went their separate ways. Our numbers dropped again. In fact, I was afraid we might lose our newly born group, but our nucleus was able to keep in touch so that when the season started again in September, we could get together for practices. I contacted BYU in August and Soccer at WSU 101