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Trampolines? Regina Truskowski DiLego ’79 used one for the gymnastics unit of her phys-ed major. Gail Wilson ’72 recalls, “I hated it and was scared to death.” Anne Twichell Kimball ’78 had fun on it: “It was placed under a cupola, and if one jumped high enough it was possible to get a quick glance out the windows.”
But Susan Baxter ’71 tells a tale of high drama: “One afternoon in my sophomore year, just trying to fulfill my PE requirements, I uncharacteristically volunteered to be the first one to try a forward flip on the trampoline. I had a harness on and did the flip just fine except I did not land in the middle of the trampoline, but near the edge. This area has a quicker response, and my knees shot back up and slammed my nose with a force that makes me wince just to recall it. The next minutes are still a blur. There was quite a bit of blood. I remember being helped to the infirmary, where a wonderful, kind female doctor kept saying, ‘Oh, my! Oh, my dear!’ I had broken my nose in several places. The two extremely black eyes that followed were my badges of courage. I don’t believe that I went back to trampoline class that semester, and I know that the teacher had a great deal of trouble convincing the next person to try the forward flip.”
And Elizabeth Priest Fickert ’75 remembers trying to “spot” gymnastics instructor Marsha Conner: “I am pretty little, and she had size and weight over me. I was holding the rope that went through a pulley on the ceiling to the spotting belt that she wore. She executed the flip, but when she landed she fell to her hands and knees.Well, I had been told to hold on tight, and I did. The force of her landing, and the distance difference between standing up and being on her knees, pulled me right up into the air, and I landed on my feet next to her on the trampoline. Most likely, incidents like that one—highlighting the difficulty of spotting anyone safely—helped spell the doom of the trampoline, which disappeared from most school curriculums in the late ’70s and early ’80s.” |