It was all fun and games until someone stole their porch swing. Then, the 1987-88 residents of 418 Stonemill declared war.
Amy Fister-Lottes ’88 says her fondest campus memories took place on that Stonemill porch. “I miss the camaraderie of living with e other girls who were also great friends,” she said. “I miss hanging out on our front porch swing, laying out in the backyard and hosting BBQs for friends.”
Housemate Theresa Quirk Meyers ’88 agreed. “The best part of being at that house — and being a part of UD — was making lifelong friendships,” she said.
Then, there was the War of 1987. “My house-mate stole a life-size Bartles & Jaymes cutout from the guys at 35 Evanston, then put it in our attic window so they would see it on their way to base-ball practice,” Fister-Lottes recalled. “They retaliat-ed by stealing our porch swing in the middle of the night — and hanging it on the side of their house, just out of reach. We answered by stealing their Hulk Hogan action figure.”
A truce was called, and all belongings were returned during a “peace summit,” Fister-Lottes said.
The jokes continued, though. Fister-Lottes remembers how she and her roommates would laugh nonstop during daily soap opera marathons, family dinners, girls’ nights out and Friday afternoons on the porch spent greeting fellow students on their way home from class.
“I’d describe our house as old-fashioned, with a creepy basement and even creepier attic. There was an odd-looking clawfoot tub that had been convert-ed into a shower, and one room was always too hot in the summer but too cold in the winter,” Fister-Lottes remembered.
Despite the quirks, she’d pick it again.
“If I were a current student, I would go back to 418 Stonemill,” she said. “It was great being near campus, but also close to everything else, while not being right in the middle of the Ghetto. It was a bit quieter on Stonemill, but easy to get to the action.”
Take a visit through the house with today’s residents.