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Clarifications and omissions

One of the photos that accompanied the essay “Gaining perspective” in the spring issue of the Quarterly should have indicated that it was taken near the Damascus Gate, just outside the wall to the Old City of Jerusalem.

In the spring issue of the Quarterly, we ran the essay “A fish tale,” which was written by Professor of Biology Betsey Dyer. The sidebar accompanying the story included a description of the strange things she has eaten over the years. However, one of the descriptions was cut short by mistake. Here is the complete (even yummier) description of the tripe (cow stomach) hidden within an opaque soup that she ate once: “I think if the chunks had been chopped up finer, this would have worked out better for me. Instead, each piece came up from the depths looking like a piece of an old-fashioned textured bathing cap.”

Also, in our Between the Lines for the same issue, we featured a photo of Professor Dyer. Credit should have been given to photographer Katie Hall ’06.

Oh, you’re good

In the spring issue of the Quarterly, we published a story about the role our students played in helping to break secret codes during World War II. We then gave you an encrypted message to decipher. And, oh, you are good. You got it right away. Maybe it was too easy.

The answer is: “That they may have life and may have it abundantly.”

Here is a list of some of those who wrote in with the answer (see a longer list and comments online): Sandra “Sandy” Burnish Bellows ’66, Marion Badoian Emmanuel ’58, Rebecca Epstein ’08, Orna Feighery ’11, Erika Joaquim Sander ’90, Robert Sanson P’14, Judith King ’70, Andrew Thomas ’14, Joe Thompson S’80 and  Grace Carter van Vliet ’55.

Another code-breaking challenge

The encrypted code we included in the spring Quarterly was too easy for many of you to break. So Professor of Mathematics William Goldbloom Bloch has offered another, more challenging one:

ULIKI   LUVHH   LIYIF   NYVIT   PIZFH   GSVXL   MMVXG   RLMYV   GDVVM   ULLWZ   MWIVO   RTRLM   RHGSV   HGFUU   LUHXS   LOZIH   SRK

Hint: It is standard practice to group encoded letters in clumps to make a message harder to decrypt.

If you know the answer, write us: Wheaton Quarterly, Wheaton College, 26 E. Main St., Norton, MA 02766, or e-mail us at quarterly@wheatoncollege.edu.

Letters

Autism article brings forth wide variety of alums working in field

One thing I’ve always known about autism is how it can connect people. The article “A Spectrum of Possibilities” that ran in the winter issue of the Quarterly triggered a wave of reconnections and some new alliances for me with Wheaton alums from over four decades.

Some are touched by autism as parents and family members. Others are professionals and advocates working for and with those on the spectrum. [Read more...]

A taste of adventure

Betsey Dyer

Professor of Biology Betsey Dyer sniffs some edible greenery at her childhood farm in Rehoboth, Mass.

In the spring 2010 issue of the Quarterly, I wrote a story about “The Complete Amateur Naturalist” First Year Seminar, which was taught by Professor of Biology Betsey Dyer, in collaboration with Professor of Religion Jonathan Brumberg-Kraus. As part of my fact gathering, I eagerly accompanied the class and professors on a field trip to the Rehoboth farm where Dyer grew up.

It wasn’t enough for students to discuss and read about eating off the land in the classroom. Dyer and Brumberg-Kraus, two well-known campus foodies, wanted them to experience it. So Wheaton.

Orange mushroom

Orange mushroom

On a lovely day in September, reporter’s notebook in hand, I followed the group around the farm as they learned about various edible flowers and plants, including a really strange-looking orange mushroom growing from the side of a tree. (Brumberg-Kraus would later use one of those in a stew after a student discovered one on campus.)

At one point, as the group was sampling some sort of greenery from the ground and I was observing from my objective writer’s distance, Dyer suggested that I eat what they were eating. And faster than I could say, “Are you kidding me? No way,” she had popped the green whatever into my mouth! From what I remember (I’ve been trying to forget), she had a vague smile of satisfaction on her face as I munched in disbelief.

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