Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Joe and I were living in Norfolk, Virginia, at the time, and the coverage of the massacre shook us to our bones.
Joe had spent the 1966-67 academic year in Kent, pursuing a bachelor's degree in architecture. He'd graduated from Temple University in Philly with an associate's degree, and had the confidence to go out to Kent to continue his studies. The University, of course, did not accept all of his credits in transfer. This is why the draft board wanted him -- in their eyes, he'd had four years of college, and that was all anyone was entitled to. Our Navy years were filled with counting the days until we could return to Kent and finish his degree. Now, suddenly, on May 4 of 1970, a year and a half before we were scheduled to return to Kent, the news was filled with the possibility that the University may be shut down.
It wasn't, of course, and in August of 1971 I moved there and rather quickly found a position with one of the rubber companies that Akron is famous for. We moved into an attractive townhouse and began for the first time to earnestly seek relationships with potential long-term friends! Farm tire sales wasn't exactly my cup of tea, and the northeast Ohio winter weather wasn't pleasant for a long car commute, so I began looking for a job right in Kent. Meanwhile, I registered with the graduate school as a typist of dissertations and theses, and began to build a little business. I had a lot of time to fill as Joe was very, very busy with his studies.
In the spring of 1972 I was fortunate enough to be hired by a small law firm in Kent. The two partners had a very colorful clientele, among them some Hell's Angels, and most of the Kent 25 (the students and faculty indicted by a grand jury on criminal charges associated with the events of May 4, 1970). I could ride the campus bus or my bike to work. The attorneys (we'll call them Hank and Brad) were casual, informal men, who sometimes were paid their fees in marijuana or guns. They kept a suit, shirt and tie in the office in case they were suddenly called into court, and tried to keep their weight the same so that the suit would fit either one of them.
The typing business had really taken off and I formed a very nice association with a professor in the school of educational administration. He often said, "I do not traffic in typists," but he sent many members of his introduction to research class my way, and when they got good grades, they generally stayed with me throughout their years in the program and I typed many papers for them and ultimately their dissertations.
I worked for Hank and Brad for two years until something wonderful happened.
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Tuesday, July 27, 2010