Joan Joyce (Schiavon) Huesca (1928 - 1987)
My mother graduated from Aquinas High School in 1946, a year after the Second World War ended.
My grandparents decided my mother, Joan Joyce Schiavon, should attend college near their Chicago home, and they sent her to Saint Francis College in Indiana.
While there, she met a young exchange student from Hong Kong, Margaret Yu. Margaret had gone to Marquette University, where she majored in Linguistics. She and my mother became close friends, and Margaret spent many a night at the Schiavon household during weekend trips home to Chicago.
In her sophomore year, my mother transferred to Drake University in Des Moines, Iowa, as a drama major. I do not recall her reasons for doing this, but she loved it there, in part because it was far enough away from her sheltered life at home to have the freedom she craved.
|Cover of the Drake University 1949 yearbook|
I used to think the name of the Drake University yearbook (pictured on the cover at left), Quax, meant something significant in Latin. How naïve I was not to see that it was clever play on words - named for the noise a drake (an adult duck) makes! (Drake, of course, was not named for a duck but an Iowa state governor, Francis Marion Drake.)
My mother was not exactly the most serious student at the time, but she sure enjoyed campus life. She excelled in her favorite classes - drama and literature - but she also took classes in costume, social science, gym, and badminton. She ate lunch daily with her "chums" at the popular Benson's Restaurant at 2417 University Avenue in an area of Des Moines called "Dogtown," and she cheered on the Drake Bulldog college football team along with a number of her many admirers, or "dreamboat escorts," as she called them, many of whom she met in her drama classes or at the Newman Club.
Her yearbook is dotted with her breathless and exuberant descriptions of classmates and friends:
|The Fine Arts majors - my mother is |
on the bottom row, far right
"A real doll...met her in Women's League." "Real swell gal - in costume class" "Dick played pinocle til late one night. He and Bill took me to (the) football game - real sweet guy! ...Bill lived upstairs - a real dreamboat - I had an awful crush on him." "Lyle was a real ladies' man - but a sweet guy - in drama classes!" "Arlene was always borrowing my clothes - we double-dated at a party at my place." "Tall and blond and dreamy eyes - just my type - I was in charge of his costumes!"
My mother used to tell my sisters and me that she was too young to appreciate a college education at the time. Many women of that era, in fact, went to college to major in "marriage," hoping to find a husband and settle down and raise a family.
Whether her parents wanted this for her or not, they apparently were unimpressed with my mother's "social" studies and decided that their $400 annual tuition would be better invested in other ways. They called my mother home to Chicago in June 1949. She hated to leave her exciting life and friends at Drake, but she was otherwise glad the experiment was over.
It would be some years before she wished she had stayed and completed her degree, but she went on to become a savvy and successful businesswoman, all the same. When my sisters and I were young, she read to us constantly, making stories come alive with her dramatic interpretations. Often repeating the words of her college drama and Shakespeare professors, she encouraged us from an early age to write well and develop good diction. I can still hear her coaching us as we practiced school presentations to "Project! Project your voice so it reaches the back of the room! Make your voice heard!"
My mother stressed to us the value of education and encouraged us to seize every opportunity to make the most of our school years - and to never stop learning. Never was this more evident than in the last years of her life, when she became an assistant teacher for special education students at Modesto High School in Modesto, California. She had a way of inspiring even the toughest students to discover their potential and to excel.
Some people learn from books, and some people learn from experience. My precious mother did both, and by following her own advice, she became a wonderful example for us and many others we will never meet. As far as I am concerned, she was one of the smartest people I have ever known.
Copyright © 2012 Linda Huesca Tully
Did you know Joan (Schiavon) Huesca or Margaret Yu, or are you a member of the Schiavon/Schiavone, Huesca, or Yu families? Did you attend Saint Francis College or Drake University in the late 1940s? If so, share your stories and comments below.