I
am Dr. Mary
C. Ritter,
graduate
of the College
of St.
Francis, class
of 1965, a
Chemistry major
graduated Magna
Cum Laude.
I
am Gloria Hohisel
Kraatz, also
a 1965 graduate
of the College
of St. Francis
with a major
in Chemistry.
M.R. – Today
we will talk
about the Chemistry
department
at the College
of St. Francis,
some 40 years
ago as seen
through the
eyes of Sr.
M. Joan Preising,
a Chemistry
professor in
the department
at that time.
As
a professor
of Chemistry
at the College,
she worked
tirelessly
for her students.
When I started
Chemistry at
CSF, I noticed
her intellectual
ability and
prompt attention
she paid to
every one of
her students.
I also noticed
her serious
and funny sides.
In fact, one
day in Inorganic
Chemistry,
I put some
phosphorous
in a beaker
of water. Did
she ever come
fast with a
stern voice, "Don’t
you know you
could have
blown up the
building?" she
said. I also
remember her
vividly in
Analytical
Chemistry.
She was constantly
watching me
with an evil
eye while my
nervous hands
were pouring
solution A
into solution
B.
Sr.
Joan was truly
a dynamic professor
in the Chemistry
department
at the College
of St. Francis
and will long
be remembered
by her Chemistry
students of
St. Albert
Hall. I will
remember her
in particular
for her encouragement
to attend Graduate
School and
then to obtain
my PhD in Bio-Chemistry
from the University
of Minnesota.
G.H.K. – When
I entered college,
I declared
Medical Technology
as my major.
But after my
internship
between my
junior and
senior years,
I realized
I’d prefer
to major in
Chemistry.
That posed
a problem however,
because a course
in Physical
Chemistry was
a requisite.
At that time,
PCHEM was offered
every other
year and was
not scheduled
for my senior
year. I contacted
Sr. Joan and
told her of
my concern.
Without hesitation,
she replied
that one other
student had
made the same
request. So
she graciously
offered to
open a PCHEM
course for
the coming
semester. As
I recall, five
students were
in that class;
five very grateful
students.
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Sr.
Joan is a woman of
her word. There was
a student who arrived
consistently late
at one of our Chemistry
classes. Perhaps,
Mary, you recall
that.
M.R. – I
sure do.
G.H.K. – Sr.
Joan warned that
such behavior would
not be tolerated
and that the doors
would be locked promptly
at the beginning
of class. Sure enough,
at the beginning
of the next class,
the student had not
arrived and Sr. Joan
told us to lock the
doors. About ten
minutes later, the
student arrived.
She tried one door
and not being able
to gain entrance,
she tried the other
door. She could see
through the glass
in the door, but
Sr. Joan was lecturing
to the class while
totaling ignoring
her attempts to gain
entrance. It was
not necessary to
lock the classroom
doors after that
because the student
was never late again.
Sr.
Joan exhibited flexibility.
I still recall the
warm spring day we
met for class. I’m
not sure how much
attention would have
been paid to the
material that day
if it were not for
Sr. Joan marching
us outside to enjoy
the beautiful weather
and that day’s
class.
Sr.
Joan cared about
her students. She
gave each one of
her graduating Chemistry
majors a handkerchief
trimmed with her
beautiful tatting.
She chose white for
mine so I could carry
it at my wedding
which was to be the
following September.
I did indeed carry
that handkerchief
at my wedding and
I still have it.
(Gloria Holds up
the handkerchief
for all to see the
lovely tatting.)
A
few years after graduating,
I had the privilege
of returning to the
Chemistry department
as an instructor.
It was a part time
position and although
I had willingly signed
the contracts specifying
my salary, Sr. Joan
lobbied for an increase
when she discovered
the amount involved.
My salary was increased.
I’m
sure you agree Mary,
that every now and
then a memory of
those precious college
days will surface
and so many of those
memories include
Sr. Joan. She sharpened
our minds, shaped
our character, and
touched our hearts.