
Do you have a story about being
spotted
in your Marshall gear?
If so, send you story
to alumni@marshall.edu and
we will include them
on this page.
Stories must include being spotted by someone else with a Marshall
connection!
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Barbara Brandt
(BFA'86, MA'90)
Not really
about clothes, but… Just about the time We Are Marshall was
released, I was teaching a CPR class in New York City. The class was
getting ready to begin – people were getting settled and I was
speaking with one of the students when behind me another student’s
phone began to ring – playing Sons of Marshall! I turned
around and looked at him, but then had to continue my
conversation. When I finished my conversation, the gentleman whose
phone had gone off immediately began to apologize thinking I had
looked at him so suddenly because I was annoyed his phone had
rung. I immediately explained that I recognized the song and that I
had gone to Marshall for both undergrad and grad school. He said he
had graduated from Marshall in 1972 – had known many people on the
plane and that his son was currently attending Marshall. We talked
for quite a while about Huntington, MU, the plane crash (I grew up
in Barboursville and my family knew many people on the plane) and
the movie. AND – now my phone plays Sons of Marshall when it
rings.
Thomas A. Damron
('55) of Plano, Texas. I was
shopping at Sam's Club on Coit Road in Dallas and had just left the
store, pushing a cart to my car. I was wearing my MU t-Shirt because
it was nearing 105 degrees that afternoon. I heard someone yelling,
and running footsteps coming toward me. I was having a hard time
understanding what the person was yelling as it was in a heavy
accent.
That
area was near a shopping center that had experienced several armed
muggings of shoppers as they were loading packages into their cars.
One was so severe that the shoppers spent four months in the
hospital recovering from head wounds. I sped up my cart to the point
where I was jogging behind it to get to the car first. I stopped and
moved to the front of the cart where I could then see the
individual. He was waving and pointing at my MU shirt. He stopped
and was saying, again in his heavy accent, "Huntington? Huntington?
I
nodded yes, and he started pointing to himself and saying, "I am a
Marshall grad. I graduated in June. I have a scholarship to the
University of North Texas for graduate studies. I'm so glad to see
another MU grad." He had a smile a mile wide as he said it. We shook
hands and he told me he was from Africa and was working at Sam's for
the summer. He was studying water control so that he could go back
to Africa and help develop fresh water distribution systems. A scary
moment turned into a pleasant reunion with a rare meeting of MU Alum
in Texas.
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