50 Years - 50 Stories
Over the past 50 years, nearlyten thousand students have passed through the doors of Walsh University with many shared experiences and memories. Some memories have become campus legends such as the Great Pumpkin Heist, Stumble Inn or "borrowing" cafeteria trays for sled riding. But some have become personal life lessons that have helped to shape our individual characters. As a part of our 50th anniversary celebration, we are sharing with you 50 of those stories. We hope that these memories help to personalize the growth and impact of Walsh's 50-year history.
1981 Harry Chapin Hunger Concert at Walsh Remembered
It was a warm Tuesday evening, the 15th of May in 1979 when all of the wonderful and hard-working people producing the evening’s concert waited anxiously for Harry Chapin to arrive. Rick Pender had done a superb job with the publicity, and the results were appearing as the gymnasium began to fill. We were among the fortunate ones: not only in having Chapin on our campus, but also in receiving permission to have the proceeds from the concert donated to "World Hunger Year,"
A Whole New World
Sometimes the best Walsh memories donâ€™t happen at Walsh but happen because of Walsh. That was the case with me, when I decided during my freshmen year to study abroad. As a biologyÂ major, with a minor in Spanish, I knew I wanted to go somewhere that would help me hone my Spanish. I also thought it would help me decide what path I wanted to take in the next three years.
Dr. Skip Koff's Peacemobile: Stirring it Up
I always wanted a Ferrari. I guess that's what started my hobby of working with cars. I had absolutely no mechanical training when I decided to take apart my Dodge Charger in 1985 and rebuild it into what I call a "Sciacallo" - the Italian word for a jackal. It was shiny red and I still have it. When I came to Walsh in 1988, Dan Suvak helped take some photos of the car and I had my 15 minutes of fame when it was featured in the August 1990 issue of "Kit Car Illustrated."
30 Years and No Regrets
Over 30 years in the Walsh admissions office and I’ve seen a lot of changes. But not as many as you’d probably guess! Fashions have come and gone, hairstyles have changed and technology has improved the way we do our jobs. But the smiling, excited faces of the young men and women who walk in our admission’s doors with hopes of attending Walsh are still the same.
Dr. Joseph Gyalai: The Unsung Heroes in our Lives
When I think about Walsh, I can’t help but think about my dad, Dr. Joseph Gyalai. He wasn’t an alumni, professor or administrator or even a well known coach. He never took a class here. Never taught here, but yet, he knew many of the same people you did. He was a family physician and a graduate of postwar Germany’s University of Munich in 1947. And beginning in the early 1960’s all the way until his retirement in 1998, he was the primary caregiver to the Brothers of Christian
Mr. Bronson Would Be Proud
One January day during my senior year at St. Thomas Aquinas High School, Father Reis pulled me into his office and asked, "So, Cheryl, are you going to go to college?" As a member of Aquinas&rsquot;s first graduating class, I was used to being a part of a tight-knit community of kids, where teachers and staff knew lots about you. I had a strange feeling
As Seen on TV - The Best Gift I Ever Received
Truly blessed... that was how I felt appearing on national television on The John Walsh Show back in October 2003 as a sophomore from Louisville High School. That is how it felt when Walsh President Richard Jusseaume announced to America that Walsh University was going to give me a full tuition scholarship.
From Herat, Afghanistan to Walsh University
Born in Afghanistan in 1988, it was a much different place than it is today. The war and violence in the city prevented my parents from going to hospital, so I was born at home. There was no kindergarten back then and children did not go to elementary school until age seven. Education for my parents was essential because they did not have the privilege or the opportunity to go to school. My mum cannot read or write and my dad studied up to the sixth grade. However, they always encouraged me to receive education because that is the key to success.