San Jose State University

Tower Hall

    The Tower Hall we see standing today as the center piece for San Jose State University dates from 1910. I often did some leisurely study on the lawn surrounding the Tower and imagined my essays taking form as the sun's rays soothed me into a nap. The lawn was always a popular frisbee spot, a place to whisper secrets to your busom buddy, sunbathe and people watch, or soak in a novel for your Faulkner seminar. It was an environ of possibility where the future was near but not unsettlingly so. I was an almost-teacher at the oldest teacher's college in California
         

Tower Hall grounds (SJSU Archives)

--a lot easier than being a practicing teacher inside four walls in front of flesh and blood middle or high school students who, as a general rule, would rather be free or at least on an unchaperoned trip spending gobs of someone else's money at Great America's Amusement Park. I picnicked with my ideals. I wore shorts. The sun ran his indulgent warm fingers through my hair. It was an idyll. Those drifty and sweet midday afternoons were my 'Apple' rather than that smudgy apple sitting on a desk in a room permitting precious little natural light-- a certain apple with its gloom and fate-- a lunchbox apple holding down 80 quizzes yet-to-be-graded, recorded, and returned to their affronted owners. No. There was not "an app for that" yet.
    But, emerging from the daydream and resuming our walk. . . I headed over to the Department of Biological Sciences Botany Garden just north of Duncan Hall. My father taught as a professor of Meteorology for twenty years inside Carl D. Duncan Hall and his office was there too. I considered this my father's building when I was a little girl:

Dad's Carl D. Duncan Hall

You had to get in an elevator and stand in front of a nice lady who wore glasses around her neck and tell her about your school day before you could talk to your dad. We often walked home together after the bell rang at Horse-Man (Horace Man Elementary) and I found him in his office. I knew strange things occurred in his white and black blockish building because one day my dad shattered a banana over a lab counter in front of my whole fourth grade class, making our teacher blink hard and a few boys back up on their heels.
    In the basement of the building there were slow and bored looking fish hovering in tanks in the walls. I peered at them before getting back in the elevator whenever I pushed the elevator's down arrow on accident.
    On a good day Professor MacKay might have a few things to finish up and I'd go to the candy machine with the giant buttons to buy some Lifesavers or a Hersheys. As you can see, the place is crisscrossed with memories for me.
    I took a few pictures outside Duncan Hall of the California natives in the Botany Garden. Students, interns, and professors planted specimens from 42 different plant families in this small area beginning the project in the 1980s. Below is deergrass, a perennial bunchgrass which was outpaced by invasive grasses during the 1700s. Increasingly I encounter this graceful California native among landscape selections around homes, industrial buildings, and in parks such as the Guadalupe Rotary Playgarden. They sway gently with the breezes. Their tall flower stalks light up sometimes a warm and humble golden-brown.

Muhlenbergia rigens