Alumni Memories
There was something magical about that morning walk in the chilly mountain air at 5:20 a.m. from my bunkhouse to the corral. Every A/U Ranches wrangler knew this walk. The morning stillness was broken only by the sound of my boots on the path to the corral.
MoreI enjoy taking a few moments to reflect with gratitude on all the incredible experiences and privileges I have experienced since getting that special phone call in 1965. It was from Cap Andrews…
MoreIt gets dark early as the December days creep up to the winter solstice. The sun dips behind the mountains long before the actual end of the waking day, but I find many don’t really mind when they are nestled in foothills of the Collegiate Peaks.
MoreSo there I was, on a busy street in a strange city, with five hours to round up a whole range of stuff from all over town with four other teenagers I only sort of knew. And it was one of the best and most meaningful days of my life.
MoreOur alumni group chose Catalina Island as a volunteer project because we wanted to learn more about the significance and principles of ecological preservation – a topic often discussed on the news and in politics. The trip also provided a special opportunity to connect with each other as students of Christian Science.
MoreI have been involved with DiscoveryBound (DB) Outreach for 11 years as a teen participant, chaperone and volunteer. There are many reasons I keep coming back to give more to this wonderful organization, but one conversation in particular sticks out.
MoreThe duffel bag that I first took to the A/U Ranches in 1988 – a bag so large I could fit my entire third-grade self, and perhaps a couple friends, into it at the time – finally blew its zipper last year. On the side of the dark navy-colored, industrial-weight canvas duffel, in yellow velour, “Lane Anne Keough” is printed in all capital letters.
MoreIt is the early 1960s. A greenhorn nine-year-old boards a train in California and rides off to camp on the Santa Fe midnight flyer. No sleep, lots of card games and the next day a Greyhound from Denver to the A/U Ranches for a six-week tour of duty.
MoreBy Kate Robertson, National Alumni Board The year I turned 14, my family of eight pulled up stakes and moved from the sun-drenched desert of the southwest to the rainy, gray reaches of the mid-Atlantic coast. Although our parents had grown up under the broad shadow of the Statue of…
MoreI watched my son pedal away on his new bike with little help from me or my husband. Our role was only a matter of holding the seat while he climbed aboard, and then he was off in a hurry. He had gracefully transitioned from a small toddler’s balance bike to what he deemed his “big boy bike with pedals” with little interruption, and we were so proud.
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