Remembering UHA 1968-69
by Michelle Alton (Shelley Stern)
How I ended up at UHA
I was sort of a lost wandering soul in high school. Our family was poor and my parents did not go to college Mom never even graduated high school. Dad had joined the Air Force in 1943 and wound up a POW after his B17 was shot down during the Battle of Berlin. After coming home, he really never was able to get his act together. And Mom thought I should just find a man, get married, and let him take care of me.
I was interested in lots of things, but I didn't have a particular calling, and who was going to pay for college for me? So I was pretty aimless during high school.
One day during my last high school year, I was sitting in the library with a few friends, and a book fell to the floor beside me when someone shoved the book on the other side of the shelf too far.
I leaned down and picked up the book. It was a college catalog for the University of Hartford. I took the college catalog home, filled out the application and waited. If I was accepted and awarded enough financial aid, I would go to college. If not, who knew?
So at the end of August, 1968, I was on my way to Hartford in my "brand new" $200 salmony-rust-colored Rambler.