What I think he told us was, when they would get hot and tired they would pull up to a hotel. They wouldn’t check into the hotel. They would just go and use the swimming pool for free.

When they asked me, “Do you want to be discharged?” “How soon?” I enjoyed my time in the service but I wanted to go to college. And all of my friends, most of them had gone to USC, and I got into the discharge center and found out that I could go to college and […]

From the handwritten journal Robert Gaudino kept during a National Student Assn. (NSA) summer trip: On a bus I crossed my country…I talked to some people and some talked back…with an apparent belief in the inevitability of another war…[and] of donkey rides in the Grand Canyon and cable cars in San Francisco… Uncomfortable are nights […]

I met Bob in Sweden in 1950 when we both attended a semi-serious course at Stockholm’s Hogskola. At first I thought him a brash, rah-rah, Joe College type… Bob was always a bit hyper, a leg shaker…and he struck me initially and even later as a bit manic. I remember him singing with exaggerated glee […]

Swedish Language: A Introductory Course: A Political Science: A Sociology A Seminar, Sociology: B -–Robert Gaudino’s grades at the Stockholms Hogskola Well, Bob left and I didn’t see him again until 1957, when I returned from a seven year residence in Sweden. I remember Bob’s real anger the first time we visited him in Williamstown […]

I met Bob the first day I was there. I met John Rensenbrink first on the line waiting to register and he invited me to go to dinner. It was at somebody’s apartment, a very unforgettable person, but Bob Gaudino was there. There were four men sharing a small house. Then Bob took me to […]

We went down to Washington for the political science convention, Bob Gaudino and John Rensenbrink and I, and when we came down we couldn’t find a place for the three of us to stay. In those days, if you remember, two men and a woman, there was no way. And I ended up sleeping at […]

They were a nice group. Nobody had very much money. Graduate students were poverty stricken lot. They took turns cleaning and I know they took turns cooking. I remember going over there and Richard Staveley had an apron on and looked very busy in the kitchen.

We were on the second floor and we each had our own room and, you know, typewriters. And then we had a kitchen in the other room and we sometimes ate together, not that often. We went to movies together and so on. The movies were just down the street because we lived just at […]

He really understood me better than I realized. My father had died that year and he encouraged me to leave New York after I had finished my degree and come down to Washington. He helped me find a place. It was during the [Eisenhower-Stevenson presidential] campaign years ago. He said, “You should go in, see […]

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