I was a DV for 2.5 years. Loved it, had so much fun with the work and then dining with the other DVs after food service was over. Keeping those white jackets clean was a challenge. Toting trays of food in senior boots on those slick Duncan floors...yikes! I developed close friendships with several Duncan cooks. That way, I got extra helpings of the favorite dishes of my outfit buddies. They were eternally grateful when I snagged extra steaks or plates of cush. It's really sad now that cadets eat in such different settings. I know from my many nights of dining with cadets today that very, very few of them know any of the "slanguage" of food and drink items we still used in the 1970s. Truly a lost part of Corps traditions. My Dad, Class of '44, loved it whenever I had CTs and BQs at our Houston home for a meal and all the cadets automatically used the Corps words for food and table manners. Mom would always be afraid to speak, for fear of calling something by the wrong name. It was hilarious, seeing her work so hard to be "a good Aggie Mom." Such a shame they aren't here today, walking with me through Aggie Park after dark. They would be thrilled. Then again, they probably ARE there, hand in hand, reliving their days in Aggieland. A very special place, with special memories created daily as I meet new Aggies.
AgFlags74 - College Station TX