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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Dr. Ruby Perry Appointed Tuskegee Dean

Donald F. Smith, Cornell University

Dr. Ruby Perry has been selected as dean of Tuskegee University's College of Veterinary Medicine, Nursing and Allied Health. Her appointment was announced yesterday by university president, Dr. Brian L. Johnson who is quoted as saying that Dr. Perry "is truly the best person at one of the best times in Tuskegee's long and prestigious history". (1)  

Dean Perry will not have to move into the dean's office as she has served as interim dean since mid 2014, during which she has made a major mark on the college. She has also begun to establish herself as a significant force among her colleague deans in the US and Canada.

With Dr. Perry's appointment, there are now three Tuskegee graduates serving as deans simultaneously. The others are at Purdue (Dr. Willie Reed) and Western University of the Health Sciences (Dr. Phillip Nelson).  Their friendship extends from their college days as they attended Tuskegee at the same time, being graduates of the classes of 1977 to 1979. 

Congratulations and best wishes to Dean Perry.

(1) Tuskegee University (press release): New permanent san of the College of Veterinary Medicine, Nursing and Allied Health; Historic appointment of Tuskegee University alumna, Mar 30, 2015

Monday, March 30, 2015

Traveling Beau

By Donald F. Smith, Cornell University

As we travel through life, we often segment our journey with reference points: our years growing up, our time at college, our retirement years, or our years with a certain pet.  For my wife, Doris, and our three children, we recently closed the chapter on an 18-year segment of our lives with a happy and gentle dog named Beau.

From his earliest puppy days Beau was a traveller. Born on election day in November 1996, Beau’s first long trip (with his littermate, Belle), was from our home in Ithaca to Doris’s parents’ home near North Bay, Ontario.  Adorned with a cute Christmas bow, and his sister with a bell around her neck, the two balls of fluff played in the powdery snow 200 miles north of Toronto. Because we always encouraged them to be outdoors, the puppies grew to love being outside whenever possible.

Beau enjoying a fresh March snowfall at home in Ithaca (2008)
(all photos by the author)
It was only in his waning months this past winter that there were days when Beau, having lost 14 pounds from the 41.5-pound frame that he carried his entire adult life, began to shun being outside on cold and rainy days. But if it was snowing, he continued to happily make his way slowly through the soft snow on all but the coldest of days.

Beau and Belle were English Cocker Spaniels, not purebred, and with full tails that were as much their trademark as their long and floppy ears. They were bred by my brother and his wife and we got the pick from a litter of six.  We had only intended to adopt one for our five-person family: two sons, Darryl (18) and Dennis (13), and a daughter, Debra (15).  Our older son, Darryl, had selected the male puppy from the litter, but before we could leave with our little prize bundle, the runt of the litter (a petite female) slid across the slippery floor after her brother.  She would not let him leave without her, so we arrived home that early December afternoon 18 years ago with the obeisant Beau, and his alpha sibling, Belle. 

The two were raised together with regular twice-daily walks and free-choice Eukanuba dry food. They made occasional visits to Cornell where Darryl and later Debra went to college.  Between 2002 and 2006, Beau and Belle made frequent weekend trips to the University of Delaware to see Dennis when he was playing lacrosse. 

When Darryl relocated to southern Florida after his graduation from Cornell, and later, while he studied law at the University of Florida, the dogs would join us on long drives south. On one occasion, the family car was loaded with four adults, two dogs and Christmas parcels packed to the roof.  No pet-friendly hotel stops on that holiday trip.  We left Ithaca after the Christmas Eve service and, with multiple drivers, drove straight through, arriving in Gainesville mid-afternoon on Christmas day. 

After a long and painful illness in late summer 2006, Belle left us. Though Beau missed his companion his mourning was eclipsed by a new lease on life because his sister no longer dominated his every action as she had since they had been puppies.

Our family, now reduced in size with our children having establishing their own lives, and with only one dog, Doris and I settled into a new routine. Our trips continued, visiting our children and occasional regional vacations, often accompanied by Beau.

Upon completion of my ten-year dean position at Cornell in 2007, I had the good fortune to have my portrait photographed with Beau. Though the college tradition had been to have a painted portrait, Doris suggested that a photograph with Beau would be more interesting.  Not only would it present a more engaging image, but Beau had been with me throughout my entire deanship, and had been such a frequent visitor to the college that many staff and students knew him well.

We made a trip to New York City, staying in the pet-friendly Hilton hotel on 6th Avenue. Early the following morning, a Saturday in July, we met our good friend and photographer, George Kalinsky, in Central Park adjacent to the bridge that looked similar to the bridge at Beebe Lake on Cornell’s campus. The photo shoot lasted over two hours, with the result now hanging in the atrium of the veterinary college. Some months later, I discovered our picture on Mr. Kalinsky’s web site, on the same page as several presidents and other dignitaries.  Beau was the only dog on that particular page of portraits (though he featured animals elsewhere on his web site).  As of this writing, Beau’s image with me is positioned between those of businessman Carl Icahn and Pope John Paul II. (1)

That fall, Beau and I took an epic journey by Jeep to Alaska. Chronicled elsewhere in this blog, (2) we crossed the northern states to North Dakota, then headed through Saskatchewan, Alberta and British Columbia where we joined the Alaska Highway. We progressed through the glorious Yukon, arriving in Anchorage in late August. There we met Doris, who had flown in to spend a week with us, then man and dog departed for the 4,000 mile return to upstate New York.

Beau in the Yukon with the Kluane mountain range
and the Alaskan Highway in the background (2007)
During the 34-day trip, Beau and I made a myriad of human and animal friends, slept in a tent, under the stars and in a four-star hotel. It was the defining experience that solidified our friendship.

It also fortified our relationship in ways that only became apparent in the days following Beau’s departure two months ago.  It didn’t make the separation less painful, but it added depth and substance, as well as balance, to memories that may fade, but will never be extinguished.

Even last spring at age 17, Beau was still enjoying his regular morning walks
and craving the freedom of being temporarily off-leash (2014)
If I have one piece of advice for others who share their lives with their pets, it is this: give them their space to create memories. Our pets make the present more vibrant, and they enrich your future when you must go on without them.

Compared to people, our pets have limited life spans. Regardless of whether they share eight years with us, or 18, they come into our lives for a defined period of time, helping us navigate our own journey and fulfill special needs in that particular season of our life. When we move on without them, perhaps to have another pet and perhaps not, we will remember them for providing one of our greatest blessings through that special relationship we call the human-animal bond. 

(2)  Smith, Donald F. Traveling with Beau: My 34-day Trip to a Deeper Understanding of One Health, Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, September 9, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. Returning to my Canadian Roots: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, Sept 11, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. From Ontario to Wisconsin: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, October 16, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. A Lesson in Humility: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, October 17, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. The Canadian Prairie: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, October 21, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. The Texas of Canada: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, October 29, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. The Alaska Highway: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, October 31, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. Lake Kluane: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, November 6, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. Arriving at Anchorage: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, November 7, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. The Long Journey Home: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, November 12, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. Rethinking One Health, Part 1, Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, November 18, 2014.
Smith, Donald F. Rethinking One Health, Part 2, Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine, November 19, 2014

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Wilson Bell '39, Connecting Cornell to Virginia-Tech University

By Donald F. Smith, Cornell University

Cornell’s veterinary class of 1939 was distinctive. Thirty-six men and three women arrived in Ithaca, New York in the depths of the Depression and would form the nucleus of the most diverse classes in the history of veterinary medicine, as well as one of the most cohesive?(1)

I became interested in this class several years ago and interviewed as many of the surviving alumni as possible though they were all well into their 90s at the time.(2)  For those who were deceased, I tried to find out as much about them as possible through second- and third-hand sources.  One of my greatest challenges was to learn of Dr. Wilson Bell, a Virginia native, who had died in 1992.  All I could find out from the Cornell records is that he had entered the class as a freshman in 1935 and graduated on schedule four years later.

Little was remembered about this man by the members of Class of 1939 whom I interviewed, though one recalled that he had worked at Virginia-Tech University. Not surprising, I thought, because he had been from Virginia.. This was corroborated by a letter written to his classmates at the time of their 30th reunion in 1969 that had “director of development” on its Virginia-Tech masthead.

I made several calls to the Blacksburg Virginia-Tech campus at the time, but neither library personnel nor various administrative offices was able to confirm any more than Dr. Bell had worked at the university. One person told me that he had been an administrator in the College of Agriculture.

I did not pursue Dr. Bell’s history any more until a couple of months ago, while reading the centennial book’s history of the Virginia Veterinary Medical Association,(3) I stumbled upon several references to him written by Mr. Jeff Douglas who had spent many years working on the Blacksburg campus. I learned that Dr. Bell had been dean of Agriculture for many years, then had moved into central administration in the late 1960s where he was the inaugural development officer for the university.

Dr. Bell’s pre-Cornell history was also intriguing. He had received his undergraduate education in biology from Virginia Tech, followed by a masters in microbiology. He then moved to Ithaca where he accepted an assistantship in bacteriology and pathology.  One of the fringe benefits of being a Cornell faculty member at the time was to take courses at the university, so he enrolled in the DVM program of the veterinary college. Perhaps one of the reasons he was never well known by his classmates is that he was heavily engaged in teaching at the time. He also was the most educated person in the class, as only one year of undergraduate education was required at the time.

Following graduation, Dr. Bell was employed by the University of California until he entered military service in World War II. After the war, he returned to Virginia Tech where he eventually became dean of agriculture and, in 1968, director of development.

Cornell has connections with many of the veterinary colleges that arose in the 1960s and 1970s, and the Virginia-Maryland Regional College of Veterinary Medicine is no exception.(4)  However, it is unusual that the shared history goes as far back as the 1930s.  

The author acknowledges the assistance of Mr. Jeff Douglas, contributing author of the centennial history, in preparing this story.

(1) In addition to the three women (the most of any veterinary class to that time), two foreigners (a Canadian and a man from China), an African-American from Tennessee (Cornell’s only Black veterinary graduate of the 1930s), and eight Jewish students were members of the Class of 1939.
(3) Sanford, S. Mason. A Century of Science. The Virginia Veterinary Medical Association. 1894-1994. Gurtner Printing, Salem, Virginia 1994.
(4) One of the founders of the Virginia-Maryland Regional College of Veterinary Medicine was Dr. Kent Roberts ‘51, a prominent Virginia veterinarian. The third dean of the college, Dr. Gerhardt Schurig received his PhD from Cornell in 1977.
(5) Douglas, Jeffrey S. Senior, Communications Consultant, Association of American Veterinary Medical Colleges.
(6) Sanford, S. Mason. Ibid