tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57503973664530336162024-03-13T21:24:55.150-07:00Remembering Bob HawkinsonBob Hawkinson passed away on Sunday, May 22, 2011. He was a respected and beloved professor, dean and mentor to many of us at Willamette University.Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-56227058831101067972011-06-06T08:59:00.000-07:002011-06-06T08:59:47.216-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I wanted to share a few thoughts and memories about Bob. I first met Bob when he was a member of the faculty, then worked with him in his role as an associate dean. About 13 years ago he became the Dean of Campus Life and I served as his Assistant. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One of the first years I worked for him, Bob had me put up a sign on our door: “Laissez les bons temps rouler!” – let the good times roll – as a kick-off to the new year. He was teaching the Greeks and Lysistrata in World Views and would wear a Socrates mask (complete with flowing white beard) to class, and had his students do something called “Parthenon Twister” at the final class. Good times weren’t limited to the classroom, either. He loved props and would start every fall Directors’ meeting with a ceremonial sword and Viking helmet, and bring a talking pig that said “more money, more money!” to our budget meetings. He’d wander around the UC with his megaphone making announcements, “Now hear this, now hear this!” </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bob regularly met with students to help them with their problems, proposals, or to give academic or career advice; he had lunches or coffees with faculty to educate them about the Residential Commons; pored over the budget to see where we could cut just a little bit more. But the endless staff and committee meetings (as reflected on the ubiquitous orange cards sticking out of Bob’s pocket – his low-tech version of a Blackberry), the hours I spent xeroxing articles for his classes, haggles over budgets and the various proposals don’t fully reflect our office or what Bob brought to it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While Bob wasn’t always the easiest guy to work for (I don’t think he ever did actually create a document on his computer – once Robert Minato was working on Bob’s computer and said “oh, I think I’ve erased all his documents!” and I told him “Bob didn’t have any documents”), what I’ll remember most about the years working for Bob is the humor he brought to the office and the generosity and care he showed to his students – many of whom considered him their “lifetime advisor.” Most of us are familiar with his quick wit -- I’m sure people often wondered what was so funny when they heard us laughing in the office. We’d often have tears running down our faces over some funny story. Our office dealt with some very difficult issues over the years, and sometimes humor is what helped us keep it together. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But what some people might not know is Bob’s thoughtfulness to friends and colleagues. He assisted an employee whose family was in dire circumstances, helped with tuition for a bright student from abroad -- I’ve personally been the recipient of his thoughtful generosity when he bought two tickets to bring my daughter and grandson over for a visit from Macedonia for the summer. He crafted literally hundreds of letters of recommendation to help students continue their education, get a scholarship or land a job. His involvement with students went beyond graduation – he participated in their weddings, they brought their spouses and children by to meet him, he followed their careers and celebrated their accomplishments. I’m sure there are many here who owe their career – and life trajectory - to Bob’s enthusiastic advocacy. He changed lives. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I think of my years working with Bob, this is what I’ll remember...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* likely places to find the Dean when he’d “gone missing” (Bistro, Travel Center, Bookstore)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* how the Dean enjoyed listening to music ranging from Eleftheria and Diana Krall to gypsy jazz and classic rock and would often call me into his office to listen to a particular passage (“come here, you’ve got to hear this!”)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">* the Dean’s passion for Bistro coffee and scones while discussing politics with a student, grading papers, or catching up on some reading</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bob was one of a kind – I’m going to miss him.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Colleen Spedale – Assistant to the Dean of Campus Life</span></i>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-51257869690514323032011-06-05T18:43:00.001-07:002011-06-05T18:43:34.273-07:00<FONT COLOR="#365F91"><FONT SIZE="4"><FONT FACE="Times New Roman"><SPAN STYLE='font-size:13.5pt'><B><U>Of Kafka and Coffee – Lessons from Hawkinson<BR> </U></B></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT FACE="Times New Roman"><SPAN STYLE='font-size:10.5pt'><BR> Professor Hawkinson was a major force in my life. He was what every college student dreams of in a college advisor (advocate for exploration, coach for building an academic experience that broadens your mind and opens opportunity, confidant who helps you through the tough times, and caring uncle who keeps you honest and gives you the kick in the pants you need). He was my senior thesis advisor, one of the greatest and most inspiring teachers I have ever had, my internship advisor, the Bistro advisor, and after graduation a colleague in work as a trustee on the Commons, the Solomon Amendment, gender neutral housing, Greek occupancy, the first-year experience, and many other student life changes. And above all he was an incredible friend.<BR> <BR> I keep thinking my connection with Hawkinson should be about introducing me to de Tocqueville or my deep love of the civility, intellect and political acumen of <U>The</U> <U>Federalist Papers</U> or the fact that 25 years after reading and discussing the book with him, I find myself in meetings with Federal Agency clients quoting <U>Exit, Voice and Loyalty.</U> Or our connection should be about his support of the student movement for divestment from South Africa or our mutual passion for student-led innovation and an engaging campus life. Or the hundreds of hours we spent over the last 27 years arguing politics . . . But no, it really is <U>all</U> about food.<BR> <BR> Several memories that have flooded through my mind since Sunday the 22nd - <BR> <BR> <B>The Gatke Office Talks<BR> </B>In the basement of Gatke Hall, central casting has constructed the quintessential set for the beloved and absent-minded professor. Pine shelves floor to ceiling line three of the four walls groaning and creaking under the weight of books, books and more books. A narrow path snakes its way through stacks of books on the floor. To sit you must carefully remove a pile of books from the guest chair, carefully and <U>conspicuously</U> placing the student’s paper you have found in clear view so it might be noticed and graded (more on this later). And in the middle of it all, at a monolith of books (beneath which a desk supposedly exists) was bow tie-bedecked Professor Hawkinson. <BR> Time stopped in the Gatke Office. As Hawkinson focused on your needs, inspired greater effort, gave a good piece of advice or handed you a book that you must read. But our conversations always worked their way to food. Now, truth be told, the Sue Leason buttered popcorn gauntlet could have had something to do with the subject of our talks. But never fail, we would start discussing Rousseau and find ourselves in a comparative analysis of a real Chicago hot dog and the hollow facsimile available on the West Coast. Deconstructing Kafka’s <U>The Trial</U> turned to reminiscing about knish. Or we would find a connection between Federalist Ten and the appropriate perfection of a Vanilla Malt served with breakfast at the Off-Center Café. And it was in the basement of Gatke where tales of the late-night epic Schezuan cooking feats of Hawkinson, the University of Chicago graduate student, came to be known, and inspired many late-night cooking fests among politics students of our era. <BR> <BR> <B>The Bistro Plotting, Planning and Tasting<BR> </B><I>“There is no place to go late at night and good coffee is impossible to find.”<BR> </I>That was the complaint of two Sophomore Poli Sci majors who decided to go see President Hudson. To our shock, Hudson says, “come back in a week with a business plan.” Do we go to the Econ Department for help? No. Do we even think to cross Winter Street to the Graduate School of Management? No. We make a beeline to Gatke and the basement office. Thus begins a year of discussions ranging from, “I used to teach at UC Santa Cruz – they have student-run coffee shops, let me connect you so you can go do research,” to “you know, you should have Quiche and Soup so people can recharge late at night.” Of course, as our official faculty advisor (just as he has been for dozens of student-led initiatives), he served as an advocate, as an offensive lineman when needed, and always as a coach. And back to the food theme, he also provided many a critical thumbs up and thumbs down as we tested recipes.<BR> <BR> <B>Tag Team for the <I>American Political Thought</I> Orals: or, what do Red Hook and onion rolls have to do with Selznick?<BR> </B>One of the best classes I ever took at Willamette was Hawkinson’s senior seminar on American Political Thought. Our small group of about 10 students would gather in the Eaton seminar room and debate that week’s reading (ranging from the correspondence of the framers to the use of television to shape the presidency) <BR> with Hawkinson pushing us to express a strong point of view and for others to pose objections and alternatives. What could be more fun? But there remained the fact of the dreaded Oral. 60 minutes of being grilled by Hawkinson on everything and anything covered in the class. As a joke, John Donovan and I suggested to Hawkinson that the two of us should be able to do the Oral as a tag team and that it should be conducted over beers and sandwiches at Brice’s (Hawkinson’s favorite deli in the 80s). Not only did he agree, but he upped the ante: “Ok, but it will be two hours, I’ll come up with tougher questions and if you do well, I’ll buy the beers.” We had a blast. It was a <U>tough</U> exam (but the ability to high-five for the tag team help get us though and indeed Hawkinson picked up the tab.<BR> <BR> <B>The Chinese Dinner Ransom Payment<BR> </B>On graduation day, John and I compared notes and realized that neither of us had received our Senior Thesis papers back from Hawkinson. We approached him (resplendent in his University of Chicago regalia — including the very cool velvet beret) and asked about our papers. “Oh, they are safe and sound and you both did well. But I want to give some more comments as this will be the last feedback I give you.” As we packed up for post-Willamette life, we wondered could they be under the wrong pile of books in Gatke? A year passed. We saw Hawkinson at a young alumni gathering. Still safe and sound. Five years passed. “I am saving them as a gift for your 10th reunion.” The 10th reunion arrived and Hawkinson offered a deal: “I am saving your papers for your 20th, but I will cook you a gourmet Chinese Dinner to commemorate their ten-year anniversary.“ And what a meal it was. <BR> Hawkinson came to Portland. Haggled at the Asian markets, assigned chopping and peeling duties to about 10 class of ‘88 alums gathered for the occasion, and made what seemed like a 12-course feast that will always be remembered as one of the best meals of my life. <BR> <BR> <B>The Retirement Dinner — otherwise known as the Great Foie Gras Uprising<BR> </B>After Hawkinson’s Retirement, a group of us invited him to Portland, where we would cook a dinner in his honor. Prior to dinner on a warm summer evening, we gathered on the front porch for cocktails and, of course, to talk politics. Suddenly we heard the sound of a crowd with chants, roars and yells. It was coming from Hawthorne Blvd. and Jon Radmacher went to investigate. “It’s a giant protest.” Well of course we had to go and see or participate. We rounded the corner to encounter a crowd of 50 – 100 very loud protesters. What were they protesting? Genocide? Clear cuts in the National Forest? The war in Iraq? No, they were protesting Foie Gras. And for some reason (the poorly written signs, the screaming of violent obscenities at the children sitting in the restaurant with their families or the sense that this was civil disobedience run amok), we committed an incredibly politically incorrect act and entered the restaurant to buy a drink in protest of the protest. We proceeded to have a great discussion on the nature of protest and political voice as well as the power and politics of food. <BR> <BR> <B>Food for Thought<BR> </B>Hawkinson fed our minds, fed our hunger for community engagement, fed our expectations of a more civil society and often fed us good food made better with great friendship. He embodied <I>non nobis solum nati sumus </I>– not unto ourselves alone are we born. Every year since I graduated, he has told me about and sought support from the community for amazing students he was helping to get a job (I have been fortunate to hire some of them), students he was helping find a computer, students he was helping go on a summer research experience by raising travel money, students he was helping get an internship and of course students on campus with great ideas he was helping get the support to become a reality. His priority was finding the talent and ability for contribution and community building in each of us and doing everything in his power to nurture and grow this potential. He is and will always be greatly missed. He is and will always be part of the fabric of Willamette. His Legacy will live on in our commitment to support students and to ensure their education in and out of the classroom sends them into the world with the ability and the conviction to have lives of contribution, success and meaning. Bob – Thank you for changing, improving and enriching so many of our lives and our community. There will always be a place for you at our figurative table and in our hearts. <BR> <BR> Eric Friedenwald-Fishman Class of ‘88<BR> June 5, 2011<BR> </SPAN></FONT> Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-63034737774422141722011-06-03T11:39:00.001-07:002011-06-03T11:39:31.766-07:00Remembering Bob<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am typing this e-mail looking at the black chair next to my desk and Bob's pictures on the wall.<br />
It was very sad and I came to realize that Bob was a very big part of my life. He made me very comfortable asking any of my questions and sharing my thoughts and opinions. I always admired the way he communicated with people. We enjoyed talking about cultural differences, trips and foods-restaurants. I miss him a lot and I still cannot believe he won't walk into Travel Center with a cup of coffee and cookies in his hands.<br />
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<i>Mika Yamanaka<br />
Travel Specialist - WU Travel Center</i></span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-30359545204874277432011-06-02T08:44:00.000-07:002011-06-02T08:44:40.098-07:00Graduation 2007<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Contributed by Carolyn Burns</span></i>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-76692376323593166142011-06-01T07:02:00.001-07:002011-06-01T07:02:49.587-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bob and I shared our first class together in the Fall of 1982. He was the new professor in the Political Science and I was a befuddled freshman. I think most people recall those first days in college as intimidating, but Bob's warm personality and legendary sense of humor was comforting. Over the years he became my advisor and mentor. He challenged me and made me laugh. He was no ivory tower professor. Right now I can hear him in my mind lecturing about "eyewin triangles" in the basement of Gatke Hall and bragging about the '85 Bears.<br />
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After graduation I'd often see him at the grocery store or grabbing coffee. He always had time for me to chat. During his administrative tenure he often told me about how proud he was of the Willamette students and the positive things they were doing for the community.<br />
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At our 20th class reunion I had the opportunity to introduce my 5 year daughter to him. He couldn't have been more gracious. His recent passing sparked a conversation with her about teachers and what a huge impact they have on our lives.<br />
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I've always loved the Willamette motto - "not unto ourselves alone are we born." In my mind, Bob and his legacy embodies the motto.<br />
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<i>Lindsay Partridge '86 JD '89</i></span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-64721538427640478992011-05-31T20:30:00.000-07:002011-05-31T20:36:26.792-07:00What Bob means to me........<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATSZXOAHIiHXGONBfHYZ7N7w2dXNWKTDvjIvpBRhbtYCTA2GBgDvymTKms5Dzr7KLHSSlwlux1MXfXc34ygU3yKaLnAaFs7T1ozttkqehFs9vOuqg9FDAynY8E9jKk80_K8lDoihag0o/s1600/Bob-Kindra3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATSZXOAHIiHXGONBfHYZ7N7w2dXNWKTDvjIvpBRhbtYCTA2GBgDvymTKms5Dzr7KLHSSlwlux1MXfXc34ygU3yKaLnAaFs7T1ozttkqehFs9vOuqg9FDAynY8E9jKk80_K8lDoihag0o/s320/Bob-Kindra3.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />
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He's one of the smartest men I know.<br />
He always had the answer.<br />
He was always there to make sure my class selections worked for me.<br />
He was a man who you could get mad at and then forgive and love the minute you saw his face.He would defend me when required and also let me know if I was out of line.<br />
He was not afraid to express his emotions or feelings.<br />
Sometimes he would get quiet and I knew something was going on with him. We would talk and work through it together. He trusted me. What a gift.I enjoyed our little competitiveness, and we laughed for long periods of time - who could out do whom. Oh there were times when we had plans and he did not show up - but that was Bob.<br />
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His travel experiences turned into many stories.I will never forget our many dinners, movies, brunches during the holidays, idea of buying a beach house and his visits to our home.<br />
There was never a day that went by where I didn't want to see Bob.<br />
He believed in me.He never gave up on me and what he felt I could accomplish. He saw the best in me and reminded me often. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He was always there for me when I needed a hug or reassurance.<br />
H</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">e was a mentor, like a second father to me and most of all one of my dearest friends.<br />
I will miss him more than I even know at this moment.<br />
I love him and will always. I hope he hears me now.....</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>WU Travel Manager</i></span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-74223649476425676002011-05-31T12:46:00.001-07:002011-05-31T12:46:31.491-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nearly every morning, I would see Bob walk out to his car, usually dry cleaning and briefcase in hand. Sometimes, I would call out from across the way, "Aren't you retired yet?!" Bob would laugh and say, "eh, I'm working at it" - or "I'm getting there" - or "who has time for retirement?!"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've known Bob for nearly 10 years, and even his apartment manager couldn't hide from his love of academia and personal quest to ensure the world was highly educated. While those talks were limited to minutes at a time, Bob always made sure that I was following whatever path I wanted to be on, and that it was perfectly fine to fence sit and enjoy my station in life; as long as I followed whatever it was I wanted to "be when I grew up". (However, graduate school was mandatory) Conversely, I would ask Bob what he wanted to be when he grew up, he would tell me he hadn't figured that out yet. I think we both settled on being career students for life. There was rarely a place I saw him not interacting in some form of learning or teaching, whether that be at Willamette, our community, or the local coffee shop.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Semi-retired or not, Bob's true passion was his students. Hearing these amazing stories from his colleagues and students reaffirms why Bob never really left Willamette. His students were his inspiration. While you may have sought Bob's insight, advice and encouragement at some point, or like me wanting a continuous IV of random information about the world from a true intellectual; Bob needed us just as much. Because of Bob, the formal and the countless numbers of informal students gained a better grasp on the world, however his students MADE his world complete.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bob will be missed greatly by our community.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Melodie Atkinson</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>WOU Alumni 2009</i></span></div>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-14287533918603249192011-05-31T11:10:00.000-07:002011-05-31T11:10:01.769-07:00Swing dancing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I met Bob Hawkinson in an unusual manner. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While as a student at Willamette, I took up swing dancing classes in Salem. Through this class, I became acquainted with two men who would become my first dance partners. I also laughed at them when they entertained the idea that they might be professors at WU.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I ran their names by some fellow WU students, I was, quickly and shockingly, informed that I may have insulted DEAN Bob Hawkinson and PROFESSOR Jerry Gray of Economics. We all had a very good laugh!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I had a very wonderful time dancing with Bob! I admired how brave and determined he was to learn to swing dance. He was always a good sport. Always a good time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Thank you for the dances, Bob. I'll dance one number for you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Mayland Chan Heym, Class of 2000</i></span></div>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-2572779880129201242011-05-30T17:37:00.000-07:002011-05-30T17:37:26.829-07:00Remembering an educator, a mentor, a friend<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Reposted with permission, from the </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.statesmanjournal.com/article/20110530/OPINION/105300310/Remembering-an-educator-mentor-friend">Statesman Journal</a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This Memorial Day many members of Willamette University's extended family will remember Robert "Bob" Hawkinson, who arrived on campus as a politics professor in 1982 and served as dean of campus life for a decade (1998-2009).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bob passed away last Sunday, May 22, while reading the newspaper at a Starbucks near his home. I was not surprised to learn that Bob was popular among the coffee shop's employees. One was a student and one of his mentees, while many others loved his good humor and sage advice. Bob died doing what he loved best: enjoying coffee, engaging in politics and nurturing the young people who surrounded him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Many people knew Bob longer than I — I met him during my job interview in 2003 and worked for him for three years — though I like to think that we had a special connection. From a small starting point, that his mother and I shared Kansas as a home state, Bob learned my passions and goals and provided opportunities that fostered both.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We shared an interest in the history of higher education, which I left Willamette to pursue a doctorate in, and several of the classic books in my library were originally Bob's. He gave me nine of his trademark bow ties as a parting gift. In an intentional (though unknown to Bob) homage to him, I wore one of those ties to my dissertation defense and another to my graduation the week before he died.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What made Bob so special is that the connection I felt with him was shared by hundreds of others. Since his passing, many have written about their relationship with Bob on [this] blog.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He served many roles for many people: a dedicated teacher, a committed colleague, a supportive supervisor, an excellent career counselor and a delightful travel companion. He brought his marvelous sense of humor to each of these roles.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Although Bob had transitioned into a less formal position at Willamette in the last two years, he continued to regularly and meaningfully touch the lives of faculty, staff and, especially, students. He rippled pleasantly across people's lives like the Mill Stream that runs through campus.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I last spoke to Bob in April when I called to ask him to be a reference. He was more than happy to, but he quickly turned the conversation to my graduate school experiences and the goals for my academic career. We also laughed at how his scholarly life had come full circle.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Reminiscent of his graduate student days, he was primarily wearing jeans and working out of a windowless office. He told me to come visit him this summer to pick up some more bow ties; he was wearing them less and less.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bob's life circle was far closer to closing than either of us knew during that conversation. I'll forever be sad that I couldn't visit him this summer and pick up some more bow ties. I'll forever be grateful that I — and many others — learned from Bob how to make meaningful connections within our communities.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We all should strive to lead a life as connected as his. If we do, it will be a strong indication that we, like Bob, left the world a better place.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Michael Hevel received his Ph.D. from the University of Iowa this month and can be reached at michael.hevel (at) gmail.com.</span></i></div>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-7780391412450200462011-05-30T15:27:00.001-07:002011-05-30T16:02:00.767-07:00Hawkinson on Graduation Day 1988<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WI4IUxoJyarM5HQEONfqZPsZxCEkEDoBg_UdoIy3VcQVx9kj_5owMSw8mIQ0UPjMJAlbHCwBR0Gb_rcVQI2OI70hu-m-KdbiTQaJCoPMzDYt_pCdagloOvlLm6f9DV-xsyJeYfa1R_E/s1600/88+eric+hawkinson-766795.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612639501394663778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WI4IUxoJyarM5HQEONfqZPsZxCEkEDoBg_UdoIy3VcQVx9kj_5owMSw8mIQ0UPjMJAlbHCwBR0Gb_rcVQI2OI70hu-m-KdbiTQaJCoPMzDYt_pCdagloOvlLm6f9DV-xsyJeYfa1R_E/s320/88+eric+hawkinson-766795.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Eric Friedenwald-Fishman<br />
Creative Director/President<br />
Metropolitan Group</i></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-62926406841270462262011-05-30T13:52:00.001-07:002011-05-30T13:52:59.496-07:00Dinner for Hawkinson: Portland 5/29/11<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnAapt_M2rDNu-wNRl-QJ_N3Ek5BkA39PpcjwsNIZ6fzm_-UqROPvADXe3ib4NIeQr5r4njdRy7ykBeI9D0LqRUfVebKVGkYJ7tm9N_1EcdzyOYcHU6d1hczDe_0sOUudaRnXyATPc1M/s1600/Hawkinson+Dinner-1-779497.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnAapt_M2rDNu-wNRl-QJ_N3Ek5BkA39PpcjwsNIZ6fzm_-UqROPvADXe3ib4NIeQr5r4njdRy7ykBeI9D0LqRUfVebKVGkYJ7tm9N_1EcdzyOYcHU6d1hczDe_0sOUudaRnXyATPc1M/s320/Hawkinson+Dinner-1-779497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612615072591682834" /></a></p><FONT FACE="Verdana, Helvetica, Arial"><SPAN STYLE='font-size:10.5pt'>Last night a group of alumni from the 80s gathered for dinner to honor Hawkinson. In addition to student activists from 86, 88 & 89, it included my cousin Erin who will graduate in December next year and two of her classmates (one of whom just graduated). We shared stories of Hawkinson the academic advisor, the inspiring teacher, the student advocate, the mentor, the friend and, for many, the family member. Stories ranged from formation of the Bistro to “<U>The</U> Freshmen Paper Lecture,” which scared most of us straight, to the development of World Views and the creation of The Commons. We cooked, drank wine, ate, laughed and cried together and experienced the community that Bob had helped create. Throughout the dinner we were periodically distracted by the stampede of our children playing together and lobbying for the start of dessert. They have all grown up with stories of Hawkinson and with their parents constant involvement in and discussion of politics. To some degree they, like many children of our WU generation, are his pseudo grandchildren and evidence that his teaching will be passed on. <BR> <BR> Pictured: Wendy Willis ‘88, Eric Friedenwald-Fishman ‘88, Mika Lim ‘11, Chris Duncan Didway ‘89, Jon Radmacher ‘88, Larry Didway ‘88, Mike Tewfick ‘89, Todd Jones ‘86, John Rehm ‘89, John Donovan ‘88, Willi Gilliland ‘88, Erin Bloom ‘11, Slater Smith ‘12, Sian Williams (married to Donovan)<BR> <BR> Some of our kids: Violet Radmacher-Willis, Grace Duncan Didway, Grant Duncan Didway, Maximilian Friedenwald-Fishman, Eryn Donovan Williams, Sophie Friedenwald-Fishman, Ruby Radmacher-Willis and Evan Donovan Williams.<BR> <BR> <BR> Not Pictured: Rebecca Friedenwald-Fishman (taking the photo) and Bill Bush ’88 who had to leave before we got organized.<BR> <BR> (5/29/11)<BR> </SPAN><FONT SIZE="2"><SPAN STYLE='font-size:10pt'><BR> Eric Friedenwald-Fishman ‘88</SPAN></FONT></FONT> Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-14051188414398996762011-05-29T20:38:00.001-07:002011-05-29T20:38:48.626-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I had the privilege of knowing Bob as a professor, neighbor and colleague.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My freshman year I had intro to politics/American politics from him and it was an outstanding introduction to collegiate life. Several episodes I recall with great clarity stand out in my mind. The class was at 7:50 and one day it snowed – about 2 inches. The class was about ½ full - - - Bob looked around when he walked in and said, “if any of your colleagues choose to run for office, they’ll never get votes in Chicago if they are staying home on a day like this. Remind me not to vote for them - - let’s take attendance today.” At one point we read <i>Why We Lost the ERA.</i> During one of the discussions, someone in the class asked Bob if he was a feminist…..he said, “of course - - and everyone in this room should be too.” Finally, I recall when Willamette was looking for a new professor and Richard Ellis interviewed and lectured to our class as part of his visit. After he left Bob asked the class to provide some feedback – he said, this is your chance to “give this guy a life or send him off somewhere else – we’re actually giving the students some power here.” I recall this with quite fondness, because, in fact we did feel empowered - - and liked Prof Ellis.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I had the chance to travel with Bob for admission work, we lived next door to him for a spell at one point and always liked watching basketball or other sporting events with him and Jerry Gray. He was a great gift to Willamette and I’m sorry we’ve lost him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Chris Simmons, 93</i></span></div>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-10754692637038813922011-05-29T15:57:00.000-07:002011-05-29T15:57:02.106-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I had the privilege of working on the development of the Kaneko Commons program with Bob the year before Kaneko opened and then to work as one of the original CMs during the Common's opening year. What impresses me the most about Bob is not only his kindness, but his deep commitment towards the students and the University. Whenever I was with Bob, I felt like he truly cared about me and was interested in our ideas and opinions as students. We knew that in Bob we were heard and supported. I spent many hours in meetings with Bob or sitting in his office or at the Commons events and council meetings. I developed a great love and respect for him and all that he has done. He was a very special man and I’m so grateful for the opportunity to have known him.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We were so honored when Bob attended our wedding 3 years ago, driving over an hour to get there (after getting lost on the way). The last time I saw Bob was almost 2 years ago after he convinced me to come back to Willamette and for a panel discussion on Kaneko’s history. I was busy and stressed with medical school and studying for the boards at the time, but agreed to come, out of respect and love for Bob more than anything. He treated me and some other students to dinner and we had a chance to catch up. I’m sure glad I came. His legacy will live on in all of us; the people and lives he has touched through his love and service. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With Much Love, </span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Michelle Monnie </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Class of 2007</span></i><br />
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</div>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-65006019857121584692011-05-28T16:31:00.000-07:002011-05-28T16:31:00.401-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My interactions with Bob were few, but they were memorable, and they fit in well with the characterization of him I have seen over the last few days as a unique and extraordinary individual who will greatly be missed. While working on Willamette's<i> Collegian </i>newspaper, I met with Bob on a number of occasions. So many times I would come in with a set of questions prepared to ask him, but often he would convince me to chuck my interview plan altogether. This was the power of his ability to delight, surprise, and go far above and beyond what was expected or hoped for. Bob always made me feel invited, welcome, and part of a process that was greater than just an interaction between an interviewer and a subject. If he wasn't the best source for a story, he would always point out three or four other people to go and talk to. One never left his office without at least a couple of new ideas for stories that the staff or I hadn't yet thought of. Bob never needed to be solicited for ideas--they always flowed freely and naturally from our conversations.<br />
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Sometimes the <i>Collegian</i> would solicit Bob for interviews, but often he would seek us out, a rare step for a busy administrator to take, but one which clearly was not out of character for him. For example, each year, without fail, he attended the <i>Collegian </i>staff introductory meetings, often held in a sweltering third-floor office in the University Center in the middle of the innumerable activities Campus Life coordinated before Opening Days. Not only did he attend, but he always spoke to the staff about the <i>Collegian</i>'s history, answered questions, and never was short of story ideas for us.<br />
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Bob was especially excited for the <i>Collegian </i>to become an integral part of the process of disseminating knowledge about Kaneko Commons, where I was privileged to be among the first year of students to reside. I remember being greeted by Bob out front of the not-quite-finished building on moving day in the fall of 2006. On a 90-degree afternoon, he stood outside in the parking lot for hours, meeting with every student who arrived that day. Later that fall, as we struggled to dig ourselves out of a financial trough, Bob offered gracious and unprecedented financial support for a much-needed upgrade of <i>Collegian </i>office hardware and software. As I transitioned to new management duties on the paper that year, I saw less and less of Bob in person, but I know he remained a constant supporter of the paper, because his name kept popping up in the weekly copies!<br />
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I saw Bob only twice after graduation, but they were classic encounters. At one point, I was working at Powell's Books in Portland when he came in. I was surprised and delighted at Bob's recollection of me, his warmth, and his spirit, none of which had diminished despite the time that had gone by since our paths last crossed. In November of 2008, while waiting to meet Ken Nolley at the Bistro, who do I see cracking good-natured jokes about how some alumni just keep hanging around? The Hawk, of course. He'd be glad to know that I finally moved on to pursue my dreams, but he'll have to wait for that story for awhile, unfortunately.<br />
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I regret not knowing Bob as well as did as many of the other contributors to this blog, and that I will be unable to attend either of the services planned in his honor. So I feel this is the least I can do to remember a compassionate man who frequently challenged and brought out the best in those with whom he interacted. As any of us who have dealt with or know anything about mass media understand, the interaction between a newspaper and its subjects can sometimes be difficult, even one of gamesmanship. Never with Bob. No matter the context, he was genuine, compassionate, and he truly cared about the community he worked in--every part of that community. He will be greatly missed.<br />
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<i>Chris Foss,<br />
PhD Candidate, University of Colorado at Boulder<br />
Willamette Class of 2007</i></span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-77181180855808619812011-05-28T10:28:00.000-07:002011-05-28T10:28:47.220-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Thank you for letting me know about Bob's passing and sending the obit. I do remember him fondly. He was my favorite teacher at UCSC, so knowledgeable and inspiring. I so enjoyed his classes that I took it upon myself to dump my advisor, asking Bob to be my advisor instead! When I had the bright idea to do a self-designed internship, working for one of the<br />
Supervisors on the City Council in SF, it was Bob that I sought as my </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">advisor for that semester. It was one of my best college decisions. I was sad to see him leave UCSC, but at the time was exploring that same option.<br />
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<i>Marianne McGinn</i></span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-25010648625867927712011-05-27T23:40:00.001-07:002011-05-27T23:45:32.734-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Darn it Bob. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There were more fun birthdays, New Year's Eves, strolls and toasts and funny stories. Maybe another seafood boil with all the food dumped on the table...mussels...beach days ahead. And how I'll miss the sound of Chicago in your voice. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">xxoo Bonnie</span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-22278182897674057892011-05-27T23:39:00.001-07:002011-05-28T20:24:36.887-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was extremely saddened to learn earlier today of Bob Hawkinson's passing.<br />
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I first met Bob more than thirty-seven (37) years ago -- in Spring 1974 -- when I was a sophomore majoring in Politics (and History) at the University of California, Santa Cruz. Bob was just beginning his career as an Assistant Professor and I had enrolled in a seminar Bob was teaching on contemporary political issues required of all Politics undergraduates. I was immediately struck by Bob's affability and student-centeredness and his ability to demand and eventually inculcate intellectual rigor in his students -- traits which, I learned over the years, are rare even in the best of educators and are the hallmark of a great teacher. I took several additional courses from Bob and he eventually presided over my Oral Comprehensive Exam in Politics -- along with his then-colleague, noted political scientist, Grant McConnell.<br />
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Bob encouraged me to do graduate work in Public Policy, but I fixed on either doing graduate work in History or enrolling in law school, eventually going to law school in the Bay Area. During that time, Bob and I stayed in touch, with Bob subletting out his house near Santa Cruz to me and a couple of other students while he spent the Summer (it must have been Summer of 1979)in another city.<br />
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Unfortunately, as is often the case for teachers and students,Bob and I fell out of touch. However, in 2009 -- some thirty (30) years after I had sublet his house -- I googled Bob's name and discovered that he was closing out what had been a long and successful career at Willamette. I read with interest the many accolades Bob had received while there and, of course, was not surprised that virtually all of them centered on his direct work -- both as a Dean and Professor-- with students. I emailed Bob, bringing him up to speed regarding what I had been doing since law school (practicing law and teaching part-time as an adjunct at the University of Idaho College of Law), thanking him for serving as a role model to me as I tried to come close in my own teaching to the kind of teacher Bob was when I was one of his students, telling Bob that I was interested in getting into full-time law teaching, and suggesting we get together in Salem when I visited Portland (I have a daughter who lives there).<br />
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Bob responded back, telling me of his plans to move from his deanship back in to teaching. Bob encouraged me to pursue my full-time law teaching aspirations and suggested that I contact the Dean of Willamette's law school and use his (Bob's)name if/when I did so. (Over thirty (30) years had passed since we had last communicated and there was Bob, without missing a beat, providing encouragement to and trying to further the interests of a former student). He agreed that we should get together if I was ever in the neighborhood.<br />
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Unfortunately, we never did. However, I take solace in having let Bob know, if only electronically, that I appreciated what he had done for me as a student (and, eventually, as a teacher). My only regret is that I did not get around to telling Bob that, just this Spring, I obtained that full-time teaching job, having accepted a tenure-track position at the University of Idaho College of Law commencing this Summer.<br />
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For me, Bob was among that small group of teachers who lives in my memory -- his laugh, the sparkle in his eyes when he talked about politics or Chicago (I recall him being "tuned in" to Saturday Night Live, with its cast largely coming from the Windy City's Second City comedy troupe, when it first came on air in the late 1970s), his obvious passion for teaching, and his care for students. I am better -- as a person and as a teacher -- for having known him.<br />
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<i>John Rumel</i></span></span><br />
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</span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-82178974911653338192011-05-27T19:17:00.001-07:002011-05-27T19:17:21.415-07:00Bob H.My best memory of Bob will be the last rime I saw him at graduation as the U of Chicago grad unmercifully teased my roommate and Nobel prize winning Northwestern U. Professor. He could not be contained and had everyone laughing. As a trustee who worked with him, his whole life was dedicated to Willamette and mostly its students He will be dearly missed. Stewart Butler, trustee<p><br>Q<p>Sent from my Verizon Wireless DeviceMegan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-90412787877421373812011-05-27T12:38:00.000-07:002011-05-27T23:37:12.531-07:002001 Greece Trip<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">I have a few pictures of Bob touring Greece with the Fulbright tour in</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">summer 2001 that nicely illustrate <a href="http://rememberingthehawk.blogspot.com/2011/05/bob-heracles-hawkinson.html">Sammy Basu's reminiscences</a>. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Bob was our tour's military expert. So he was really excited to stand on</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">the very site where the combined Greek forces dealt the final, decisive</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">blow to the army of the Persian invaders under Mardonios in 479 BCE.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Unfortunately, the site was completely overgrown with weeds, and</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">everywhere rocks and debris from the ancient city formed hidden stumbling</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">blocks. Bob fell badly and really hurt himself, but even wounded, he</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">persevered and gave us all a lecture on the battle that saved Greece from</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Persian rule forever.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Associate Professor of Classics</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Director of the Center for Ancient Studies and Archaeology</i></span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-10960588023275752852011-05-27T11:08:00.001-07:002011-05-27T11:08:34.444-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bob understood humanity.<br />
He was an academic, yes, but he was also wise about the world.<br />
As a historian and current events teacher, he knew why things happen in the world,<br />
not just what happens.<br />
He understood humanity and fought for justice and compassion.<br />
That was Bob to me.<br />
I guess that makes him a humanitarian.<br />
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<i>Tim Kelly</i> </span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-31942585748304125412011-05-27T11:02:00.000-07:002011-05-27T12:40:10.264-07:00Politics in the Extreme<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyone who has had the privilege of knowing Bob Hawkinson likely has a story (or several) to share. He has been an influential part of the Willamette community for many years. Bob Hawkinson was certainly influential to me during my time at Willamette.<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I took Politics in the Extreme with him in the spring of 2008, my sophomore year at Willamette. I was the only sophomore in the class dominated by soon graduating seniors. To be honest, I was a little intimidated to be surrounded by upperclassmen in a class being taught by the Dean. I survived the semester with long hours droning through large amounts of assigned reading and a few sleepless nights. The class covered the topics of the Iraq War, torture, terrorism, and the genocides of indigenous people throughout history.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The class was to conclude with a one-on-one oral exam with Bob Hawkinson spanning every topic of the semester. Again, I was intimidated as a young sophomore to have to battle for a good grade with such an intellectual man in the field of politics. While preparing for the final, I devised a great ice breaker to sever the tension and hopefully win over a decent grade. I arrived to his office for my final early while he was still out. When he arrived, he was shocked to find me in full camouflage wearing a ski mask threatening to torture him. I had come prepared with a bag full of all the items needed to water board him. With him handcuffed, we paraded around the UC to different offices. I succeeded in breaking the ice and apparently passed the course, but more importantly I had one of the most enjoyable finals of my Willamette career.<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bob Hawkinson retired from his position of “Dean of the night” but still remained a common presence around campus. He was often found in the Bistro or strolling around Kaneko. We also shared parking spaces near each other and would engage in conversation in passing. I often joked that I expected to see him roaming around in a robe with a cup of coffee in his retired state. He was a good person to bounce ideas off of and to cure senioritis while writing my politics thesis.<br />
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Willamette CLA ‘10<br />
Politics </i></span></div>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-32610245439263768682011-05-26T21:59:00.000-07:002011-05-26T21:59:07.915-07:00A Message from Tokyo International University<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We were saddened to learn of the recent passing of Mr. Hawkinson.<span style="color: black;"> Legacy lives in the lives one touches, and we wish to celebrate Mr. Hawkinson's many contributions to the Willamette community. His dedication has touched countless lives among students of the USA, Japan, and the world. </span></span></span><br />
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Tsugio Tajiri, President</i></span></span></div>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-68454154186022190372011-05-26T21:57:00.000-07:002011-05-26T21:57:35.992-07:00Independent Study<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Submitted by Dave Rigsby</span></i>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-33131986883688960422011-05-26T16:44:00.000-07:002011-05-26T16:44:04.679-07:00Bob Hawkinson, fellow Viking, fellow Intercultural Adventurer<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like everyone else, I was very saddened by the news about Bob. I have<br />
been part of the Willamette/TIUA community since early 1989 and Bob is one<br />
of the first people I remember meeting as I got to know the campus<br />
community.<br />
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At that time, I could sense his energy and enthusiasm about "all things<br />
Willamette." Later, I had occasion to work with Bob as he fulfilled the<br />
role of Interim Dean of the CLA. I admired not only his enthusiasm but<br />
also his wisdom and his willingness to always go the extra mile to see<br />
that we all were able to do the right thing.<br />
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When President Pelton appointed Bob as Dean of Campus Life, I knew that it<br />
was a perfect fit. Through his visionary work, Bob confirmed the wisdom<br />
of President Pelton's decision. It was a pleasure working with Bob on the<br />
development of Kaneko Commons and also on the multiple ways that we have<br />
broadened and deepened our joint (WU & TIUA) co-curricular and residential<br />
programming efforts.<br />
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Because of Bob's continuous support and ability to see the big picture, WU<br />
and TIUA have been able to accomplish amazing things together that are the<br />
envy of many other universities.<br />
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Bob was an innate "interculturalist." I was so pleased to have the<br />
chance to visit TIU and Tokyo with him a number of years ago. After this<br />
experience, Bob reinforced his interest in our collective exchange and I<br />
know there are many former TIUA and TIU transfer students that fondly<br />
remember their wonderful conversations with Professor Hawkinson.<br />
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To one of the few people that knew how to pronounce my name in the same<br />
way my Grandmother did, and on behalf of TIUA...<br />
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Takk min venn (Thank you my friend),<br />
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<i>Gunnar Gundersen</i></span></span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397366453033616.post-79134183434461257372011-05-26T16:40:00.001-07:002011-05-26T16:40:58.530-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I knew Bob Hawkinson for 27 years, going back to my time teaching English at Willamette and brainstorming with him about, then teaching in, the first World Views seminars. For several years we also team-taught a seminar on "Community and Authority," and after I moved on to the UO Honors College, he brought me back to Willamette to help him with the Kaneko Commons project, which was the culmination of his vision for community on a college campus. He wanted Kaneko to be a living and learning space that would be fun, democratic, intellectually stimulating, and integral to life at Willamette. I'm very happy that he could make that vision a reality. Bob and I shared a great deal--interests in education, politics, culture, travel, music, drama, art, family, friends, ideas, books, controversy--even a birthday that relegated us both to the status of flaky Aquarians. We had many many great conversations, and I was looking forward to talking with him about my coming trip to Ann Arbor this summer to team-teach with a political theorist at U Michigan--just as Bob and I had done at Willamette. Instead I got a call from David Rigsby. From reading this blog I see just how many people Bob inspired, led, collaborated with, and loved. It is some comfort to know that he will not be easily forgotten.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #888888; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Sharon Schuman</i></span></span>Megan Ybarrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11128836700270484734noreply@blogger.com0