W. Hockey Celebrates 10 Years With TGHA

By | February 15, 2006

This past Saturday, the Cornell women’s hockey team celebrated the 10-year anniversary of its collaboration with the Tompkins Girls Hockey Association. The result of the collaboration has been the Cub Club, a big sister-little sister program that pairs members of the Red with some of the younger members of the TGHA. The purpose of the program is to provide role models for the TGHA players and to help create lasting friendships and support groups for the Cornell hockey players.

“This is an opportunity for younger kids to acquire role models through hockey,” said David Herrick, who helps coordinate the program. “It is very powerful for young kids to be among their friends at social events and have Cornell players there too.”

According to Cornell assistant women’s hockey coach Diane Dillon, it is easy for student athletes to get locked up in a world purely consisting of academics and athletics. This program is beneficial for a multitude of reasons, among them is that it helps give the Cornell players an outlet where they are respected. Additionally, it helps young girls stay interested in sports and helps further their own development.

The TGHA was founded in 1972, the same year that women’s hockey became a varsity sport at Cornell. The association is the oldest girls hockey club in New York and one of the oldest in the country. It emphasizes skill development and team building, all while helping its members enjoy the sport of hockey. The TGHA recently became the first girls’ hockey program in to receive a $10,000 NHL A.S.S.I.S.T.S (Assists Skaters and Shooters Intent on Succeeding Together) Grant. The grant is given to youth hockey organizations worldwide to help defray equipment expenses, ice time and travel costs.

In 1995, the Cub Club was formed by Dr. Megan Shull ’91, a two-time letter winner for the women’s hockey team and a former TGHA member. The program links girls aged 7-12 with a player on the women’s hockey team. Through the Cub Club, a support system and fan club is created for each player, whether they are seven or 21 years old.

There are a number of individual and group opportunities to participate in, such as take-your-big-sister-to-school day, bowling parties, skating events and lunches. From that point on, the members of the TGHA and the Cornell hockey team can determine to what extent they want to be involved with each other and the program. In the past, close and lasting relationships have been formed, with TGHA members often being found at Cornell hockey games and vice versa.

“This program helps inspire the girls in the area,” said Cornell assistant coach Robert Burke. “It’s also a flashback for the Cornell players of when they first started playing hockey and is a nice reminder of where they came from.”

Archived article by Jon Hausner
Sun Staff Writer

Artists Being Artists

By February 16, 2006

The undergraduate exhibition Antiques Show at Tjaden Hall this week does not deserve the modern connotations art bears on its broad shoulders. The art we know in museums and private shows is not supposed to make us feel as intensely engaged with life as this show does: lie on your stomach in once corner by J.J. Manford’s work to sense the strange combination of melancholy inspiration, sit in a sofa near Ben Shattuck’s paintings and feel strangely enamored with the natural environment, take a knee somewhere by Tim Taranto’s mirrors to feel the warmth of your grandmother’s photo albums and folktales, and most importantly, exit feeling an inexplicable satisfaction with the complexity of your time alive, in both its happiest and most unpleasant memories. The emphasis on a past which may or may not be accurately portrayed in this show forces us to take stock of our own history and dust off the memories we thought we forgot years ago, but also begs the question few of us want to hear: How will I be remembered?
This show takes the viewer and wraps him up in thoughts like these rarely realized by the art of a museum or private collection. The show’s conception, in fact, originally developed as a response to the “dentist office gallery” that we all know: a room of well-dressed yuppies who pretend to be impressed with flat-panel photographs, sterile sculptures, and paintings bereft of any inspiration. No, art of our age does not make us feel at home like Antiques Show does, it does not make us miss the house we grew up in, the photographs our family took when we went to England that one summer, or a Thanksgiving when everyone finally made it. Because for all the different ways we can look at Antiques Show, we should see it first as a home that these five collaborators have created out of material expressions of their own memories, meditations and imaginations.
Upon a cursory look, the show appears merely as five personalities on display near one another, divided by sewing tables, old motorcycles, or perhaps a football trophy; the emotions the exhibition elicits after even a half-hour of engaged viewing seems to gesture otherwise. Perhaps its most consistent idea is the notion of memory, and more importantly, the hazards of trusting completely its resurrections. Nevertheless, the exhibition drives home the point that even the haziest recollection is a crucial piece of our essence and the creativity that it entails.
The exhibition begins with the work of Blake Fall-Conroy, a sculptor who constructed the entrance screens, hospital bed headlights synthesis and a fan whose blade is responsible for the deeply-carved circles. The structures emote unnerving helplessness: knives and bare hospital beds remind us of uncomfortable trips to the hospital for surgery or to visit a sick relative. The sculpture bleeds into a motif that becomes constant: quaint wallpaper covered with the work of the artists side-by-side with various high school diplomas, family photographs, and stamp collections. Amidst these fierce oddities are Tim Taranto’s enamel-painted mirrors, which painstakingly recreate the frames we normally stuff with precious photographs and stamps. While the art of Antiques Show has intentionally been placed in close contact with outside heirlooms, Taranto’s work pushes this ambiguity to its thought-provoking edges: How accurate is memory and the reconstruction of the past? While dazzlingly photorealistic, his work playfully points out the minor pitfalls memory is entangled with.
J.J. Manford’s portfolio hangs mostly in the one far corner, a quintet of blurry images of his father’s lifetime each hued in a different color, perhaps symbols of memories where the context – the sun, sky, and personalities involved – are easily recalled but the event itself is a mystery. This intensely personal series is abruptly interrupted with Nick Zimmerman’s light-hearted outdoors prints, Reverend Moon paintings and Ben Shattuck’s takes on pastries, chickadees, windpipes and sea monsters. The common thread between these three artists and memory is a little tougher to grasp, but perhaps it points out that not everything we recall has to be intensely emotional but rather imaginative: in real life it’s out of the question, but art can show help show us what would happen in cupcakes could fly, a giant squid turned up on a fishing reel, or we were married in a massive ceremony with thousands of strangers in black tuxedoes and snow white dresses.
Last Sunday night, the artists installed Antiques Show, and I learned that the process of making art is more fascinating than the product. The night began slowly: By midnight, only a few works had been hung, and the rest of the room was a maze of antiques, artwork, homemade cookies, sheets of wallpaper, and the generic flotsam that builds up whenever we temporarily make a room a place of residence. The rush of the gallery’s opening in a few hours hadn’t hit yet: Zimmerman was still in the basement making prints and Manford seemed unconcerned as we conversed about the project. But as the night went on, the music was turned up, the laughing and chatter died down, and conversation turned to rapid-fire bursts: “Look good here?” was the most murmured in a few hours, perhaps followed by a quick response, like “Maybe on the couch?” The room was rarely occupied by more than two of the artists at a time – unspoken shifts in curating the room emerged as others ran home for more wood, back to the studio for window frames, or next door to the Green Dragon Caf
It All Hits At Once

By February 16, 2006

Walking alone through “Trill” after class one afternoon, I spotted a friend of a friend. Not wanting to do my usual newspaper in one hand / sandwich in the other solo routine, I asked if I could join her and her lunch date. We soon became engulfed in a most peculiar conversation, not peculiar because the topic was something I haven’t heard before, but because it was refreshingly beyond the realm of superficial dialogue about weekend plans and never ending homework that you usually have with someone you don’t know too well. We began discussing the future, a common topic among college students, yet I was caught off guard by my associate’s candid frankness and honesty. She admitted to not knowing what she wanted to do in life, but revealed in earnest, “I don’t wanna die without people knowing my name.”
As Lloyd Dobbler so eloquently explained in Say Anything, many young people, including myself, are waiting for their “dare to be great situation.” Yet most of the time we need not find our dare to be great scenario. It finds us. And when it does, we’re often right where we need to be for life to take its course. We can walk away from the challenge or not listen to our gut reaction and impulse, but in our heart of hearts we know what it is we are meant to do. And that is how we will be remembered, by the measure of our integrity in that pivotal moment, when everything matters and not a second can be wasted. The world has lost several exceptional human beings who had the courage and tenacity to rise to the occasion, who did what they did not because it would inevitably bring them fame and prestige, but because at that moment it seemed right to press forward, take that leap, and seek change. Rosa Parks, celebrated crusader for civil rights, Betty Friedan, author of the Feminine Mystique and an uncompromising leader in the women’s rights movement, and Lou Rawls, soul singer turned education advocate who founded the Parade of Stars Telethon to raise money for the United Negro College Fund, immediately come to mind. Last week the entire nation and international community celebrated the life and work of yet another, Coretta Scott King.
Coretta Scott was on fellowship to study voice at the New England Conservatory in Boston when she met her soon to be husband, Martin Luther King Jr. The two married and moved back to the South where Dr. King presided over the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church. Quiet married life did not last long as the young couple soon found themselves in the midst of the civil rights movement after Dr. King’s involvement in the Montgomery bus boycott stirred by Rosa Parks. Dr. King quickly became the foremost civil rights leader in the country for his increased efforts against segregation, although the cause was not only his to bear. Their union was a shared experience, for as Mrs. King remembers in an interview quote published in the New York Times, “I didn’t learn my commitment from Martin, We just converged at a certain time.” During their time together, Mrs. King was involved in a number of demonstrations, survived a bombing of the King’s home, and sang at fundraisers and “Freedom Concerts.” She was a constant by her husband’s side at rallies and marches, on a visit to Ghana to witness the African nation’s ground-breaking independence, and on a voyage to India to meet with Mahatma Gandhi.
Mrs. King was the mother of four small children when she lost her husband to violence in 1968. But she forged on with an unparalleled dignity and grace, continuing to fight for the cause that ended her partner’s life so abruptly and prematurely. I don’t think any of us can understand the immense gravity of Mrs. King’s decision to persevere and combat hate and prejudice with the very message of peace that cost Dr. King his life.
Over the years Mrs. King fought tirelessly in her late husband’s name against racism, poverty, homophobia, and gender inequality. She worked to create the Martin Luther King Jr. national holiday that we have celebrated since 1986, and to establish the ambitious Martin Luther King Jr. Center for Nonviolent Social Change in Atlanta Georgia. She was a presence at monumental world events, including the end of apartheid and the inauguration of South Africa’s first democratically elected president, Nelson Mandela. In the moment she decided to press onward for civil rights and promote the remembrance of her husband’s legacy, she in effect created her own.
Archived article by Sophie Asare