Hoofers faces the next challenge
By Bethany Rahja ’15 The time Hoofers has been eagerly awaiting has finally arrived as the organization is now moving into newly renovated offices, shops and club spaces. For over 80 years, Hoofer members repaired boats and sails, packed for trips, held club meetings, elected leaders and formed lifelong friendships in the basement of Memorial Union. It was a small group of committed students and staff who first made a home for...
Letter from the Director – Summer at the Union
We waited an awfully long time this year for spring to arrive. The longer we waited, the more exaggerated my expectations became of what summer would be like at the Union. The gridlock that Langdon Street and Library Mall became last winter as a result of three separate construction projects was just about enough to keep away even our most loyal Union members. You wouldn’t believe how much we were all looking forward to summer –...
Throwback Thursday: Harold C. Bradley Lounge
Take a look back in time each week with Throwback Thursdays as we post photos and snapshots from the Union’s amazing history. Find out interesting facts and stories from some of the Union’s favorite people, places and things. We’re eager to hear your stories and memories from the Union as well, so share in the comments section below! Currently, Hoofers is excited to move into their new space this August. They will continue to finish...
George Cutlip: Living life on the Terrace
By Brooke Appe ’12 It’s a foggy Friday morning on the Terrace. Fresh rainfall lingers on chairs and tables and a slight chill hangs in air. All is quiet except for the laughter of a group of kids squeezing as many as they can on the giant Terrace chair for a photo, and the musings of George Cutlip, a UW-Madison alumnus and Memorial Union Building Association (MUBA) Trustee. He looks out to where the Terrace meets the lake – what...
You can’t Terrace anywhere else
By Francesca Bonifacio If you’ve thought for even a fraction of a second that roaring jackhammers, steel fences, and waves of dust and dirt would deter us from the Terrace, I hate (or maybe “love” is more appropriate in this case) to break it to you, but that couldn’t be any further from the truth. Stepping out into Memorial Union’s backyard, I can say for certain that the Terrace is still the place to be. Overflowing at all hours of...