General
Montague
Deaderick C. Rick
12/12/95
12/22/45
male
of French origin, caucasian
1964-1968
June 1968
no
Hometown
Loobout Mtn. TN (suburb of Chattanooga)
100,000-500,000 (Chattanooga)
urban
You and Your Family
stockbroker
community volunteer
yes
private
McCallis
Chattanooga
no
yes
Father – UVA. Brother, elder – UVA. Brother , younger – UVA. Mother – Sweetbriar.
yes (My MA is not from UVA)
The Johns Hopkins University
no
William L. Montague 1931-1936. William L. Montague, Jr. 1961-1970. Carrington Montague 1968-1975. (Son Tom 1985-1990, son John 1991-1996.)
no
yes
Hometown sweetheart
Academics
Parents
Parents; good school, know-nothing about any college
Speech and Drama
Small, personal department; liked David Weiss and John Graham
3-4 hours each "school day" of inept, inefficient, disorganized, not very good study. "Quantity not quality."
3-4 hours Sunday night
70% of my teachers -- all male -- were superb. Arriving at UVA without a single thought in my head compounded by a rigid fundamentalism, I was somewhat at sea. Teaching was universally excellent, though they didn't have much to work with in me. Lots of classes were my preparation missed the point. Classes were primarily lecture by teacher with class taking notes. In class average 15 hours per week. Great writing teachers: Fred Bornhouser, John Coleman, Peter Taylor. Great teachers of literature, especially Doug Day's also Pillip Herring on Joyce. Wow! I was a bonehead, but...
Hardly a day passes that I fail to remember them or be thankful for them. No Kidding!
See above: Doug Day on modern fiction: brilliant; great lecturer! Phillip Herring on Joyce (I barely passed): a whole new world. John Graham: great, caring teacher determined to help me learn to think. David Weiss: accessible, caring, funny, paternal. M. Staley -- freshman and sophomore French: frequently could not avoid laughing whenever he would call upon me.
Irby Cauthen, BFD Runk. Served on committees with them. Also -- a raving incompetent seemed to head the Housing Office. I was to be a Senior Dorm Counselor my junior year and arrived with full trunks to begin the year. Appearing at my door I found someone else's name upon it I'd been "fired" for not having a 2.0 my last semester, though I could/would have made it up in summer school if I had been either notified or asked to do so.
Struggle. See above. Rigorous. Challenging. I arrived unprepared for ANY life of the mind, but, in time, I began to learn and have tried hard not to give up learning. So, thank you UVA.
Residential Life
I loved the lore of the University. I loved everything I knew about Thomas Jefferson. It was a very early aspiration. It is a great physical space even to a college student.
Yes! But the demand is significantly higher now. At that time 1) the Univ was all male 2) much smaller 3) girls were not to visit in your room -- somewhat monastic.
Everything, even the tourists and the overcoated walks to the shower. To look out every night at the Lawn and Rotunda! It was like living in Paris. Not far to the Corner for an order of "grills with" and a "one-eyed-bacon-cheeseburger" at the U-diner about 3:00 A.M.
I was too rigid to dislike anything. I loved it all.
fraternity house, University Cafeteria, U-Diner, Bud's or the College Inn or Virginian. Occasionally something more "upscale" like the Angus Barn or Boars Head.
yes
Internal Scout four-wheel drive, about 6 years out
yes
yes
At the heart of it [the University]. Always included. Too dumb to realize any exclusion anywhere. I felt that I was at the center of the University. 20 years later I realized why a lot of friends kind of sought privacy: marijuana had come to the Grounds, but I'd never known it!
Probably the Lawn, Range and lots of time at the Library. Loved St. Anthony hall
The Lawn, Range and, still, Alderman Library.
I visit 5 or 6 times a year -- or 10 or 12. I walk around it 4 or 5 times a year.
Non-Academic Time
Fraternity brothers. Girlfriend from Salem College or Sweetbriar. Fraternity house. Football game. Drive around in the country. Laze. Go to a play. Rare trip to D.C.
I felt that I had a number of them, notably Runk, Graham, Weiss, Canevari, various teachers.
University Union - 4 years, incl V.P. as senior. Ran foreign film series. Cavalier Daily. IFC. Unsuccessful politico for V.P. of college. Fraternity officer. Member 3-3-3 Committee [Student Council, IFC, hazing]. It was a huge part of my life.
[yes]
yes
(Religious: went to church before exams.) Freshman baseball, I.M. football, wrestling, track, softball, basketball.
University lore and history, tradition, honor system, early kind-of-half-assed-it-informed-gut-level suspicious about Viet Nam, but I was too dense to see it (even though I was drafted following gradation). Blink to racism. Never heard of sexism. Had gay friends, but did not know it. Knew zero about foreign affairs. Worked superficially for McCarthey (Gene). Wake-up call at assassination of M.L. King; marched citywide across Charlottesville in multi-racial mourning. On the night of his assassination a number of us wept openly on the Lawn; the shock of the murder virtually resonated along the Colonnades. It was moving to be at the Center of Thomas Jefferson's University at that moment in history, and it changed me.
see above. Intelligent about few; aware of few.
Girls and admission of women. Honor system. Drugs and marijuana and beer. Vietnam was far away. We were oblivious to racial issues or poverty or justice.
Charlottesville
Loved the corner. Loved Barrack's Road -- eghad! Loved the farms and mountains. Eljo's! Movies downtown. University theatre -- wonderful foreign films.
no
only once -- citywide march to mourn the assassination of M.L. King
Most Vivid Memory
Impossible!
One -- see above -- the night that King's assassination was spreading throughout the grounds. (see above)
On the other end -- crawling up a wooded hill around Monticello one spring night after a night of spooking around -- and having poison ivy break out from head to toe a day later.
Late night eating at U. Diner.
Beating Army in football.
Class with Peter Taylor.
Lectures by Doug Day and Phillip Hening
Sneaking a girl into my Lawn room.
Being an accuser in an Honor Trial
Fraternity Life
Reading In Cold Blood in my dorm room when it came out in the New Yorker.
Meeting and walking around the Lawn one night with a girl I wish I'd dated a whole, whole, whole lot more!