Category Archives: Lynn Carroll

The Frankly Pennies

Author: Leigh Ann P.

Surely you all read my previous post about party culture at the Sweeten House.  If not, I’ll wait. 

Finished?  I’m sure you were wildly entertained!  Did you leave a comment?

Last week our fearless Frankly Penn blog founder, Aimee LaBrie, hosted a fabulous soiree (can it be a soiree if it’s at 4 PM?) honoring all of us blog contributors – both of the frequent kind and of the once-in-a-lifetime kind.  Aimee created awards for each and every blogger and presented them at the event along with personalized gifts.  Everyone is so excited about their awards, and a few people around Sweeten have displayed them proudly in their workspaces.

Nicole is so excited about her award, she has it displayed right beneath her office nameplate!


Can you spot Lynn’s award among all of her daughter’s artwork?

Lisa V. doesn’t ever want to spin her chair around and NOT see her Frankly Penny.

Mine is covering up my William + Kate tea towel.  Am I finally tired of them?

Jason’s only regret is that the certificate is too small for the frame he had picked out for it. 

Hoopes’s award is displayed proudly on his credenza, along with his blogger pride pencil!  No wonder he’s proud: who else has an award featuring a cat climbing a ladder?

This is the best award Cecilia has ever received!

Have you ever received an award for anything?  Let us know in the comments!  If you want to be awarded next year with a Frankly Penny, you could be!  All you have to do is contribute to the Frankly Penn blog.  Contact Aimee LaBrie at for more information.


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Hidden Gems

Author: Lynn Carroll, C’93

Can you guess where on campus this photo was taken? It’s my favorite place on campus for peace, quiet, and a bit of perspective—and no, it’s not near the Bio Pond!

This is the Class of 1957 Geology Garden, located just south of Hayden Hall near 33rd Street and Smith Walk. When you have about 10 minutes, call the “Discover Penn” audio tour at 215-525-1562 and enter 11#. You will hear Dr. Hermann Pfefferkorn, Professor of Earth and Environmental Science, describe the geology of each and every boulder in the garden, the oldest of which—gneiss and serpentinite—are an estimated 1 billion years old.

More about Discover Penn …And a bit about Dr. Pfefferkorn.

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A Penn Alumnus Remembers

Author: Lynn Carroll, C’93

Most Penn students arrive for their freshman year at the tender age of eighteen. They are questioning, seeking—naïve in some ways perhaps, often idealistic.

When Aaron Heller arrived at Penn he was twenty-two, like many students of his time. He had spent the past three years overseas, part of the enormous clash of humanity that was World War II. They were a different kind of student—more serious in some ways, better able to put life into perspective—but still seeking, and determined to take advantage of the GI Bill to get a good education.

Today, Aaron asserts that he is still seeking. He and his wife Rita (CW’48), voracious readers and lifetime learners, have traveled the world to see works of art that they read about in Proust. He has also become a painter as was his older brother, Samuel.

The following excerpt is from an essay entitled “Coming Home” which Aaron wrote his freshman year at Penn, nearly sixty-five years ago:

He was short in build, this overseas returnee, and his face was flushed. His hat was sitting at an indeterminate angle. His overcoat was unbuttoned and flapped disturbingly as he ran to the ticket window.

The scene in the railroad station became indelibly imprinted in the mind. Fur coats, arms and legs, natural and man-made hues gradually resolved themselves into an intelligible impression. The complacent fat jowl above the camel-hair overcoat pierced the scene and sickened him.

“How much to Philadelphia?” he asked the ticket seller.

“Two dollars and thirty cents.” The voice that spoke was monotonous and unconcerned. It disturbed him even more when he could find no moral reason to attach to his disturbance.

Every eye was watching him and his face flushed. He was clumsy while he placed his baggage on the rack and stammered apologies to an indifferent woman. His mind slowly perceived that this woman with wrinkled face and arthritic legs was in her own petty world. He looked at the other passengers to discover that they dwelt in a circle that used the width of the body as a diameter.

You can read the entire essay here

World War II veterans at Penn, Veteran's Club, group portrait

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Milk, Cookies, and Sculpture

Author: Lynn Carroll, C’93

Penn is a fertile breeding ground for those unlikely juxtapositions that would never happen in real life.  They’re so much fun to watch.  Like when the Balalaika Orchestra and the Amorphous Jugglers perform on College Green at the same time, or when a professor in a tweed blazer with (obligatory) elbow patches runs a gauntlet of students hawking Vagina Monologues tickets.

Case in point: Marian Puro Froehlich is an octogenarian sculptor who graduated from Penn in 1948. Marian was on campus for a tour of Addams Hall, the undergraduate fine arts building, and she graciously offered to talk to a bunch of 2-year-olds in my daughter’s “Rainbow Bears” daycare class about sculpture.  They couldn’t even pronounce “sculpture,” but they loved visitors, so I figured, what the heck?

She didn’t dumb down her work, or talk to them like little idiots—she just told them, pleasantly, that each of them could create sculpture if they wanted to.

All you needed was to use your imagination, then try to express what you see inside your mind.  Something about seeing those children, mesmerized as this woman created a figure with clay, made me smile.

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