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Originally Posted by WVU alpha phi
Our house mother was pretty hands-off. She kept on top of basic house maintenance and was the person who would call companies promptly for whatever problem that needed to be fixed. She also frequently ate with us during formal dinners twice a week and did little things like late night snacks during finals week. She basically just enforced the rules (especially the no guys in bedrooms, guys out of the house by 2 AM rules) and made sure we didn't do anything too wild.  One thing I did really like about her was that we jokingly asked her one night to pick us up from the bar (which is easily within walking distance) if it was raining or we were too drunk and didn't feel like walking. She readily agreed, and we never took her up on it, but I really do think she would've done that for us even though it would mean going out at 3 AM to get us. |
Did you think she was great because of this, or a pushover?
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Originally Posted by Kevin
My father's fraternity had a house mom. A lady named "Bubbles" (I guess this was a name old ladies actually would go by in the mid 60's?)
Back then, pledges got to eat with the house mother. Every meal was an intense course in etiquette. Bubbles would hastily point out any imperfect manners such as not holding your hand in front of the lemon when it's being squeezed, improper placement of utensils, etc. Retribution from Bubbles would probably earn you retribution from the actives.
At any rate, Bubbles' lessons still haunt me to this day. Whenever dining with my dad, it's "Bubbles did this or that."
But of course, now, my table manners are impeccable. Eating where I usually eat with the people I usually eat with, I probably look like I have OCD or something 
Thanks Bubbles. |
Now, this is what I expected to hear. Our housemother retired many years prior to my pledging, but I heard stories about her teaching table manners and other notions of "polite society"!