Her memories are faded by the years, but also sweetened, perhaps, by the romanticism of times gone by.
It was the fall of 1943, in the midst of World War II, when the trains were crowded and gasoline was rationed, that Ruth Brunner, fresh out of George Washington University, came to Radcliffe to pursue a second degree. She completed her coursework in English literature in two years, but left the college without her diploma. Anxious to follow her husband to New York City, following his graduation from Harvard Law School, Brunner settled into an apartment to begin raising a family.
“The degree itself didnt matter to me, but the contacts I made and the education I received meant everything to me,” Brunner, now 80 years old, says. “I should have been more aware that I needed that degree, but I didnt regret it because my life was pretty full.”
Brunners life was filled with a long, happy marriage to a successful attorney, raising the five children they had together, and cultivating a flourishing academic career marked by a masters degree from George Washington University, and additional study at the University of Southern California, where she completed all but the dissertation while working on a Ph.D. Brunner taught at San Francisco State University and California State University at Long Beach, and later became chair of the womens Physical Education Department at Oberlin College in Ohio.
Accomplished, yes, but still no diploma from Radcliffe.
It was only recently, Brunner explains, when she really began to think about it. “My nephew, Sam Seymour, graduated from Harvard, and when I went down to visit his family in Texas [last year], I spotted the Harvard Magazine on the table,” she says. “The magazine was filled with articles about the Harvard/Radcliffe merger. It brought to my attention that Radcliffe wasnt going to last as a separate college, so it got me thinking that I should have gotten this degree before all this happened.”
With encouragement from her daughter, Mary Blessing, Brunner sent a letter to Mary Maples Dunn, the acting dean of the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study, inquiring about the possibility of acquiring her diploma. “She was very receptive to the idea,” Brunner explains, “and pleased that I would want to get my degree.” Soon, plans began taking shape to bring Brunner back to Harvard to attend the commencement ceremony she missed 55 years ago.
“It surprised and pleased me that the Governing Board of Harvard was willing to grant me the degree I had earned as a registered Radcliffe student,” Brunner explained. “I had a choice. They could have just mailed [the diploma] to me, but I was pleased to be invited to enjoy the festivities of commencement.”
So today, Ruth Brunner will march into Tercentenary Theatre along with the Class of 2000 as part of the Universitys 349th Commencement. “Im beginning to get very excited, and Im not a person to jump up and down and show my emotions,” she says. Without a doubt, there will be others in attendance who will perform those functions namely Brunners son Bob and his family, and Brunners sister and nephew, who graduated from Harvard. (Brunners husband John died in 1984.)
As she contemplates the enormity of the occasion, Brunner also reflects back to those days so many years ago, when she became one of the first women to cross through Harvard Yard to attend classes. “I didnt know at the time that 43 was the first time that women students were allowed to go to classes at Harvard. It explains a lot. There were a few other women around, but I didnt know it was such a big deal until recently.”
Brunner also recalls performing with the Harvard-Radcliffe orchestra, and playing with the Radcliffe womens basketball team. She remembers the night when it was snowing so hard the streetcars stopped running, and she and her teammates had to slog their way home after a game at the Tufts gymnasium. She also recollects the riveting Robert Frost lectures she attended in the English department.
Its all coming back to her now, as 80-year-old Ruth Brunner dons the cap and gown one more time, not as a professor marching with her students, but as a student herself, going back in time to relish the moment she never had.