The Rockefeller staff knew three of the people honored in the displayed panels. Contributors have used materials such as condoms, photographs, and wedding rings to represent friends and relatives. The patchwork has raised more than $3,250,000 for direct services for AIDS patients since its 1987 founding in San Francisco. Nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize in 1989, it’s the world’s largest community-art project. In October the quilt boasted 45,000 3圆-foot panels-some 51 miles of fabric, enough to blanket 47 football fields. Chicago is one of several stops for the traveling memorial, which continues to grow and educate visitors about AIDS, which has killed an estimated 22 million in the past 23 years. Six panels from the global AIDS Memorial Quilt will hang in Rockefeller Chapel until March 15, each scene commemorating a person who died from the disease. A retro convertible floats across a turquoise background. A green cactus stands beneath a Magritte-esque sky. Two gray dolphins arc toward a yellow star. The art contrasts with its austere surroundings. And he’s still greeting Hyde Parkers, one horn short of a set. Today Harold is McCormick’s official logo, embroidered on hats and shirts. The sculpture quickly became steeped in shenanigans, decorated or stolen by U of C fraternity members during pledge week and ornamented by McCormick students on festive occasions. Administrators demanded that the guilty parties step forward, but no one ever did. Some students, missing Harold (nicknamed after the seminary’s student newsletter, the Herald, and so spelled by some admirers), liberated him late at night, hoisting him into a rented U-Haul and planting him at the 5555 S. As the story goes, when McCormick moved from Lincoln Park to the South Side in 1975, many outdoor sculptures adorning the seminary’s original block-long quarters were left behind. “But people seem to play pranks on him about every two weeks”-currently one of his horns is missing, and the McCormick work crew, Gaines notes, “just bolted him down yesterday once again.”Įven Harold’s arrival in Hyde Park was a prank. “I don’t know if they’re trying to steal him, to dress him, to tip him like a cow, or what,” says Natasha Gaines, administrative assistant to McCormick’s vice president of finance and operations. Though his venue has changed, his appeal to pranksters has not. just north of 55th St, perched atop the steps to the seminary’s own new home. Apparently many alumni remember John Kearney’s ram sculpture made from chrome car bumpers. When Chris Love, the Alumni Association’s executive director, tells Chicago alumni where the new Alumni House is located, she often explains that it’s the old McCormick Theological Seminary building at 56th and Woodlawn-the one that used to have Harold the ram out front. When espresso lost its kick, I turned to pastries, eventually setting a three-per-day limit, at least one of which always included a flan-custard in a pastry shell. Sulpice Metro stop, had industrial-strength espresso, chic patrons, and a prime location in one of many designer shoe districts. Au Vieux Colombier, right outside the St. I’d park myself in Paris cafés, often elegant and rarely cheap, to stay caffeinated while grappling with my more difficult civilization assignments or on days when reading in French seemed especially daunting. Early on I broke my general rule of not eating unwashed fruit, polishing off a huge quantity of strawberries too tasty to save for home. Chicago students, accustomed to such fine dining establishments as Pierce, Hutch, and Medici, frequented the markets, such as this one on the boulevard Raspail. Parisian markets sell delicacies from shiny vegetables and delicious but stinky Camembert to dead rabbits, still furry, hanging upside down by their feet. More than 20 Chicago students from two different study-abroad programs lived there this fall. The dorm is part of an international student community, the Cité Universitaire, located at the city's southern tip, two Metro rides away from the Paris Center. My dorm room at the Fondation des Etats-Unis came complete with a sink, a broken chair, and stern warnings that using a hairdryer would blow a fuse. My classes-European history with an emphasis on France, supplemented by a French grammar and writing class-at the University’s Paris Center, opened September 2003, were taught in French by Chicago professors.
I just returned from the College’s Autumn Paris Civilization Program. Magazine intern Phoebe Maltz, ‘05, shares some moments from studying abroad.
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