In † Memoriam,
Martha Wilson Alcock, Ph.D., 10/12/1954 to 06/15/2005

Martha Wilson Alcock, Ph.D., Who Preferred to be Called Simply Martha, with Her Stepson, Mike, Son of Barry Thomas Alcock, Her Husband and Fraternity Brother to Many Sig Eps (Sigma Phi Epsilon), Ohio Iota Chapter, University of Toledo, Ohio; photo circa 04/10/2005

"Here is Martha, modeling what she plans to wear to the hospital Thursday. The outfit is courtesy of Patty Ryan, our buddy from Otterbein and an unabashed supporter of Martha Stewart (why, I cannot know!). She had these left over from that failed campaign. Our campaign will certainly be more successful!"   -- Barry (02/21/2005 E-Mail to Family and Friends)

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Anecdotes about Martha and Barry

Sig Ep Brother Alan Phillip Thompson's Pledge to Martha on His Lewis and Clark Expedition Bicentennial Bicycle Retrace, June 20 through August 2005 (as long as it takes to get to Astoria, OR, from Saint Louis, MO) in Parallel or Coincident with the Original Lewis and Clark Expedition, 1804 through 1806

From Brother Al's 06/15/2005 E-Mail to Brother Les Lipski, which Les then forwarded to several of us brothers later in the day [Wed, 15 Jun 2005 12:55:38 -0400 (EDT)]:
      On Monday, June 20, I'm leaving on a cross country bicycling trip along the Lewis and Clark Trail. I'll be riding from St. Louis to Astoria, Oregon. I'm doing this trip because of my interest in history and the Lewis and Clark Expedition. But I'm also dedicating this ride to my parents, who were both cancer survivors and suffered from Alzheimer's dementia toward the end of their lives. I also have four friends who have been battling cancer, and Martha Alcock was one of those friends. I have been compiling a list of sponsors who have been pledging a penny or two per mile (the entire distance is 3200 miles). After I return, I hope to divide up the pledge money among the Alzheimer's Association, the American Cancer Society, and the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. If you would like to sponsor me for a penny or two per mile, $32 or $64 or more or less, just drop me an email or give a call to +1-419-865-1556. Martha's passing gives my ride added emphasis. I will be keeping her, my parents, and others in mind as I spin my pedals.

Note: One of the folks on Big Al's list in whose remembrance he is retracing the Lewis and Clark Expedition Trail is Helen Rose Starmol Palmer, aka Friendly Aunt Helen to many of the brothers and late wife of Friendly Uncle Tom, Thomas Franklin Palmer, Mayor of The Village of Oak Harbor, Ohio, for two terms, 01/01/1968 to 01/01/1976, during a time when several Sip Ep brothers dropped in to see him during a stint through the village or after games of golf at the Oak Harbor Golf Club. Friendly Aunt Helen always assisted His Honor's serving of Cinci beers or Perfect Manhattans or Marvelous Martinis with more solid scrumptious fare and plenty of coffee as chasers, if the brothers desired. Friendly Aunt Helen succumbed to metastasizing cancer on 10/10/1991 after having valiantly survived her first cancer diagnosis in September 1985.

Meeting Martha for the First Time, Spring 1989 Education Conference, San Francisco

      Marilyn and I met Martha for the first time in Spring 1989 when Barry phoned me from San Francisco to ask if he and some associates and friends could do some tenth-hour, if not eleventh-hour, edits on some of their seminar presentation material that had been prepared on Apple Macintosh computers. My then employer's Walnut Creek, CA, offices were replete with an abundance of Apple Macintoshes, Microsoft DOS, DEC VAX, and Sun Microsystems computers, all networked together. Barry was staying in our residence in the San Francisco East Bay area during the evenings while attending an education conference in San Francisco with his contingent from Columbus, Ohio.

      They arrived in my Walnut Creek office on a Monday evening about 7 PM after most of my fellow employees had left for the day. Marilyn had joined me at about 6 PM in anticipation of helping Barry and his crew get their editing accomplished, in case I found myself tied up with my team of software developers into the evening, which occurred often.

      Most prominent among this hodge-podge group of educators from our home Buckeye State was a vivacious effervescent always-smiling lady, whom Barry introduced to Marilyn and me in my Walnut Creek office as Martha-the-Extraordinary. Watching them, a group of about five, work together, each on a different Macintosh in its own cubicle, it was clear that Martha was the de facto leader, as they modified their documents and slides in a Jack-or-Jill-in-the-Box up-and-down manner. Those five Buckeye heads popped up and down, as Martha barked, in puppy style, her commands to Barry and the rest of the cadre, to edit such-and-such document first, another second, another third; then work on the slides; then print them all, collate them, and give them to her in her cubicle, for final editing and delegation of further work assignments.

      After about three hours' efforts, Martha proclaimed that their work was complete. She, Barry, and their other teammates thanked Marilyn and me profusely for our assistance in allowing them to complete their editing in my employer's office complex. Marilyn and I wished them well. Barry then rode with Marilyn and me back to our residence where he would spend another night. Very early in the morning, he would arise, and I would drop him off at the Walnut Creek BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit, i.e., the subway train) Station. He would then walk from one of the four downtown SF BART underground stations to rejoin his colleagues for another day at the education conference.

      Regrettably, their schedules and Marilyn's and my schedules became extraordinarily busy for the rest of the week. With the exception of a good-bye dinner, to which Barry treated Marilyn and me at Antioch, CA's Riverview Lodge, located on the San Joaquin River, during which we were able to watch a beautiful sunset, as the brilliant ball dropped into the water surface of Suisun Bay, a bit downstream toward the Pacific from our window table, where the San Joaquin and Sacramento Rivers merge.

      Marilyn and I deduced that Martha and Barry were going to become much more than just friends during our brief introduction to her during this initial education conference in San Francisco. Her smile was slightly larger and more intense when she spoke to Barry. Barry's interest in Martha was clearly much more than that of a collegial colleague.

Martha and Barry Join Us at the Ol' Beijou, Huron Street, Toledo, Christmas Time 1989

      One of our fraternity brothers' favorite activities was to go to Friar Tuck's in Maumee and be entertained by Brother Michael Robarge and his foursome group of merry entertainers. When Marilyn and I arrived back in our home village of Oak Harbor, OH 43449 for the Christmas 1989 period, Brother Big Al Thompson informed us that Brother Mike and his group had outgrown Friar Tuck's and, therefore, had boldly taken a big risk to renovate the old Huron Theatre as a home for their entertainment. They had renamed it The Beijou. Big Al suggested that we in Oak Harbor meet up with him and his parents, Good Ol' Friendly Uncle Chuck and Friendly Aunt Ruth [both now † departed], for an evening on The Glass City and another extraordinary fun evening with Brother Robarge's wonderful quartet singing ensemble.

      Friendly Aunt Helen had a bad case of flu on the day after Christmas, Tuesday, 12/26/1989. So Friendly Uncle Tom, Sweet P., and I drove up to west and north Toledo in Friendly Uncle Tom's Party Van with me making the sacrifice to drink solely Co-Cola's, as my Alabama friends had taught me to pronounce Coca-Cola with a Southern accent many years before during my stint in Birmingham, AL, from July 1974 to April 1985. We picked up Big Al, Friendly Uncle Chuck, and Friendly Aunt Ruth in the Uncle Tom Frolic Van, then I safely drove the rest of the way, in heavy snow and sleet, to The Beijou on Huron Street. After dropping them all off at the door, I remember walking from the parking lot back to The Beijou and being reintroduced to the hazards of walking Huron Street in winter after dark — as I stepped off the curb, my left foot dropped into about six inches of very cold watery slush! My eleven years in The Heart of Dixie and up-to-then recent four in The Land of The Fruits and Nuts on the Left Coast had spoiled me into not thinking about hidden deep slush puddles!

      After we had been seated for about twenty minutes, and two pitchers of draft beer had arrived onto the table for the others to enjoy and a pitcher of Co-Cola had been plopped in front of me, the evening's Designated Driver, we all started getting into the holiday spirit of the evening. Beijou Trademark Hot Popcorn™ was liberally passed all around. Other sumptuous snacks were being scarfed down, as well. Then, Barry and Martha joined us! They had just been visiting Barry's dad, Alva Alcock, in the Sylvania area. It was great to see them again, this time in a totally relaxing atmosphere where we were all ready for an evening of fun, frolic, and festivity.

      As was my habit whenever I visited Mike Robarge's ensemble's entertainment, I slipped the waitress a note to be given to Mike backstage, wherein I let him know that we were in the audience and gave him a roster of our contingent. As soon as he received the note a few minutes later, out Brother Robarge came to see us at our very long table. Before we knew what had happened, another round of pitchers of beer and Co-Cola had been plopped onto our table, long before the original ones were half empty, compliments of Mike. He took time to speak to each of us and regaled us with his repertoire of tall humorous tales.

      He always had to repeat the fact that he had been my Camp Storer UT Freshmen Week camp counselor and that he had revived me on the sandlot football field after I had literally been knocked unconscious by a teammate, two defenders, and me all going up high into the air to catch a pass, during which my head collided with various very hard parts of their anatomies. I lay on the ground for a solid two minutes while my unconscious mind visited The La-La Land of the Tweety Birds. When I had come to, Counselor Mike had given me two aspirin and told me to go take a nap and to revisit my condition with him in the morning. By noon the next day, the headache had subsided sufficiently for me to rejoin the canoeing, sailing, row boating, and other activities of UT Camp Storer Week. Little did I know at the time that two years later I would be one of Mike's fraternity brothers.

      As was Brother Mike's custom, at certain portions of his ensemble's entertainment, he would call various members of the audience to join his group on stage. He would then give them some hilarious musical instrument, such as a flutophone, harmonica, zither, mouth harp, mini trombone-like slide horn, etc. He called upon Martha and Marilyn to join him up stage. Marilyn had had enough spirits that she finally, after much coaxing from our table's celebrants, went to the stage. Martha must not have yet had enough spirits because she was too shy on that evening to join Brother Mike. She had met Dad, Big Al, Friendly Uncle Chuck, and Friendly Aunt Ruth for the first time, so she was not going to make a fool of herself in front of her new friends. We respected her reticence that evening. We just wish that we could have gotten her back there again, after she had become much more comfortable with us all. Martha and Marilyn would have made a very comical M&M Duo!

      As was our custom from college days after having had an evening of entertainment somewhere in The Glass City, we all piled into Friendly Uncle Tom's Festivity Van, and I drove us to Frisch's on Secor Road for midnight Big Boy's and Brawny Lad's and out-of-season strawberry pie! Just like our college days! Just like when Barry and I were apartment roommates, March 1972 to July 1974, in the Alcock-Palmer Empire at 3411-B Middlesex Drive, behind Cinemas 1-2-3, across from Frisch's. It was great fun! Friendly Uncle Tom, Friendly Uncle Chuck, and Friendly Aunt Ruth noted our renewed revelry at Secor Road Frisch's. Martha and Marilyn had a difficult time understanding the weirdness that was us on that frivolous Tuesday evening that carried into the wee hours of Wednesday morning. Over time, Martha and Marilyn allowed for our brotherly festive behavior on numerous occasions, but I don't think they ever truly understood us. In appreciation for their patience with us, we dubbed them Honorary Sisters of the Golden Heart — a very real honor to the serious gal pals of the brotherhood during our undergraduate days!

Another San Francisco Education Conference, Spring 1992

      Marilyn and I had moved one block to the west into a larger home on 09/20/1991. About two weeks before Easter 1992, Barry phoned to ask if he and Martha could stay with us after their San Francisco education conference that spring. Of course we said Yes despite that two other couples had plans to sequentially visit us for about one week each the two weeks' prior to their arrival, on Holy Thursday. Regrettably for Marilyn and me, we were deeply involved in teaching religious education classes to our parish's seventh and eighth graders. There was heavy involvement with the students during Holy Week and for Easter Sunday. While we looked forward to having Barry and Martha stay with us in our new (to them) home that could accommodate them much more easily than the residence in which Barry had stayed with us in Spring 1989, we were forlorn in that, once again, we didn't have as much discretionary time as we would have wanted to really enjoy their time in The Bay Area.

      Even though Barry's and Martha's activities were mostly out-and-about the San Francisco Bay Area during our heavy activities during Holy Week, we were able to sneak in a few visits, particularly at the breakfast table and sometimes at lunch. I fortuitously was working my 25-month consulting stint with Pacific Gas and Electric Company's fossil fueled (gas and oil) Pittsburg Power Plant, from April 1991 to June 1993. My commute was 1.8 miles, so I could easily go home for lunch.

      It was during these breakfasts and lunches that I learned from Martha about her passionate love for Crooked Lake, Indiana, where her family vacationed often. I could relate to her fondness for the area because my family twice had spent one-week vacations at Pokagon State Park and had stayed in Potawatomi Inn. We had taken two independent all-day canoe trips on Lake James and Snow Lake, about ten miles round trip. Lake James and Snow Lake are also in Steuben County, Indiana, just a handful of miles north of her beloved Crooked Lake.

      During our meal conversations, Marilyn and I compared some of our favorite places in CA with Martha's and Barry's. One of our common independently discovered best places turned out to be Nepenthe and The Phoenix at Big Sur, south of Monterrey and Carmel, about an hour's drive on CA Highway 1, Pacific Coast Highway. They described their wonderful experiences having lunch on the open deck of Nepenthe and watching the dramatic fogs come in from the Pacific Ocean, then roll up the mountains of Big Sur.

      These experiences were similar to Marilyn's and mine, along with one trip where I had picked up The Steindam Sisters, aka Sharon Steindam, Ph.D., and my wife, Marilyn Steindam Palmer, aka Mrs. P., aka The Sweet P., from an education conference on The Queen Mary, Long Beach, CA. I had then driven them both back to the Bay Area along Pacific Coast Highway. I had rented a big white Chrysler New Yorker Imperial in order to see how a front-wheel drive Chrysler sedan could handle the curves of Pacific Coast Highway. We dubbed it Moby Dick. Moby' did very well and became the precursor to our very own blue-gray Chrysler New Yorker Landau, known affectionately to our family members as Yorkie. One of our stops was for supper at Nepenthe. Dr. Sis' loved Nepenthe. Luckily for me, the Phoenix shop had already closed, so I didn't have to endure a Steindam Sister shopping extravaganza.

      Barry, Martha, Marilyn, and I marveled at how our favorite interests in The Golden State were very similar. Maybe it's because of our common Buckeye State rearings, Barry in the big Glass City and Martha, Marilyn, and I in a small city or village in northwest Ohio. We looked forward to the time when all four of us would have several days of discretionary time so that we could hob-nob up and down PCH. We looked forward to getting as far north as Mendocino and as far south as Hearst Castle, maybe even further to Santa Barbara, which Marilyn and I love.

Martha's Home Prepared Sumptuous Meal, Christmas Time 2003, in Their Home

      Brother Alan Phillip Big Al Thompson picked me up at Mother Margaret's Bed and Breakfast, Marilyn's mother's residence in our home village of Oak Harbor, OH 43449, about mid afternoon, so that we could get to Barry's and Martha's place in Groveport (Columbus), OH 43125, by the appointed time of ~6PM for one of Martha's scrumptious home cooked dinners. Brother Dr. Jim Hermann, Optometrist, was supposed to join us, but he was too heavily booked at his practice with eye patients that evening, up until ~9PM, so he phoned to beg off and take a rain check.

      Whatever Martha was cooking, its culinary olfactories permeated their home. It was great! It turned out to be a splendid roast pork with extraordinary seasonings. Country fried and interestingly seasoned red potatoes complemented the pork. All of a sudden, I was suprisingly asking for additional helpings of asparagus! What?! I hated asparagus! What was it about Martha's rendition of asparagus that made them so palatable? She had glazed them with some concoction of who-knows-what! How splendiferous! One of Martha's legacies is that I'm still eating asparagus! Marilyn can hardly believe it. We're grillin' 'em. Saute'n 'em. Cheeze'n 'em. Some how, some way, Martha induced me to enjoy asparagus! I would never have taken book on that!

      The three of us fraternity brothers helped Martha clear the dining room table. She began to perform KP duty. We insisted that we help her so that she could join us back at the dining room table and, later, the family room. We had wonderful discussions about what she had been working on with newly designed courses that she was teaching at Capital University. We discussed much on IT-telecom (information technology — telecommunications) matters that was the foundation of most of my consulting work those days. She gave me terrific insights into how she was implementing IT-telecom in many of her courses. Between the eleventh hour and midnight, Big Al and I took our leave from Barry's and Martha's warm hospitality. We told each other how much we had enjoyed the evening and looked forward to our getting together in the future, either in central or northern Ohio or out on the Left Coast in the San Francisco Bay Area again.

Epilogue

      That was the last time I saw Barry and Martha. Now we'll never see Martha on this earth again. We will see Brother Barry soon as we Sig Ep brothers support him with the passing of his wife and our very dear Honorary Sister of the Golden Heart Martha.

      Ironically, Marilyn and I temporarily moved back to our home village of Oak Harbor, OH 43449, on 04/17/2005. We are alternately staying with Mother Margaret and Friendly Uncle Tom, our parents, in their respective residences eight blocks apart. Barry and Martha, one of our favorite couples, were a primary impetus in Marilyn's and my decision to move back closer to our roots and our family members, classmates, fraternity brothers, and friends in the Midwest. We shall move to a new permanent residence close to where we will have found our new employment, hopefully not too far from Oak Harbor. We were extremely frustrated that we could not offer better support to Barry and Martha during Martha's travails with her various cancers on which she and Barry had been updating us with broadcast e-mails since February 2005.

      Barry's very unexpected broadcast e-mail announcement Wednesday morning, 06/15/2005, notifying us of Martha's peaceful passing at about 6:40 AM EDT left Marilyn and me in utter shock. We have another as-yet unsent get-well card for Martha on my desk in Uncle Tom's Cabin. This most recent ironic temblor in our lives reminds us yet another time of the dramatic vicissitudes that exist in the vagaries of life. We deeply miss Martha. We shall always remember her! Yes, for the moments together outlined here, but more for her bounteous sheer essence that we experienced whenever we were with her, much too sublime to express with our American English language. As our tears run down our cheeks, our prayers and thoughts soar upward-onward to that amorphous Martha-Place-in-The-Sky where we know she is now at peace and illuminating her new environs, with some of her light now touching her mother, Barry's mother, Friendly Aunt Helen, Friendly Uncle Chuck, Friendly Aunt Ruth, and the others very close to us who have preceded her to their present heavenly place.

      We reluctantly yet steadfastly look forward to helping our very dear friend and brother, Barry, get through this tremendous loss to his essence, his lovely partner, Martha, who complemented and supplemented his heart, mind, and spirit in so very many respects. We shall do our best to help him forge his new whole sans the worldly Martha but shall continue to include forevermore the spiritual Martha. Memories of one of our favorite couplets shall continue for as long as our neurons synapse in our Barry-and-Martha cerebra.

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Martha's Memorial Service, Capital University, Columbus, OH 43209, Kerns Religious Life Center, Sunday, 06/26/2005, 2 PM EDT

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Replication of Barry Thomas Alcock's Broadcast E-Mail, Tuesday, 06/21/2005, Afternoon:

Family, friends,

      Ten years ago, Saturday, May 27, 1995, Martha and I were married in the Kerns Religious Life Center, or the Capital Chapel, on the campus of Capital University. After the ceremony (written totally by Martha, of course), we all walked to Schneider Lounge, where we gathered with our families and friends in celebration of the beginning of our life together. Given Martha's love of Capital, it was the perfect place for our wedding.

      This Sunday, June 26, 2005, we will gather again in the Kerns Religious Life Center on the campus of Capital University, to celebrate the remarkable life of Martha Wilson Alcock. We will begin at 2:00 PM EDT, with prayers, music, singing, reading, and speaking, coordinated by Martha's tireless sister, Sarah Schroeder. After our memorial service, featuring words by the minister who married us, Reverend Mark Dove, we will again walk en masse from the chapel to Schneider Lounge, where we will gather to eat (fruit, veggies, cheese, various sweets), sip punch, and talk among ourselves in celebration of Martha's life and her impact on all of us.

      Martha would have her friends dress very comfortably for a warm June afternoon. Schneider Lounge includes the outdoor patio as well as the room indoors.

      Below I have copied driving directions to campus.   [Please note the map location and driving direction tools above to get you to Capital University's cross streets of Main Street and College Avenue.]   Pay careful attention to these, as various construction projects in and around campus have necessarily altered our normal routes. The Chapel (the Kerns Religious Life Center) is located just south of the Blackmore Library, which is on Main Street just across from Graeter's Ice Cream, between the Library and Mees Hall to the south. The Chapel is distinguished by the large cross rising in front of the steps.

      A number of friends have contacted me asking about the opportunity to speak. We are encouraging all our friends who wish to offer a tribute to do so by contributing to a memory book being compiled by BJ Bryant and Betty Rider (many of you have heard from them already; if not, one of them will be contacting you soon). Thanks for whatever you write, and thanks also for your understanding!

      I am sending this to nearly 250 different email addresses, but I am by no means reaching all those who wish to be contacted. Please feel free to forward this to anyone who knew Martha and would wish to attend the memorial; all are welcome! I thank all of you who have sent cards and emails; I will cherish each one, as I cherish the friendship of each of you. See you Sunday.

— Barry

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Main Street Construction:

We've changed our directions to Capital's main campus in Bexley due to significant road construction along Main Street. Construction will begin on June 6, 2005, and continue into the fall. A major waterline is being installed along Main Street. Access to Capital will be restricted until the project is complete.

From the North:

Travel south on I-71 to I-70 East.
Exit I-70 at the Alum Creek Drive/Livingston Avenue exit.
Veer right off the exit onto Alum Creek Drive.
At the first traffic light, turn right onto Livingston Avenue.
Turn left at the second traffic light onto College Avenue.
Turn right on Astor Avenue.
Turn left on Pleasant Ridge.
Go one block and turn right onto Mound Street.
Follow the directions below to visitor parking.

From the South:

Travel I-71 North to I-70 East. (Stay in the far right lanes.)
Exit I-70 at the Alum Creek Drive/Livingston Avenue exit.
Veer right off the exit onto Alum Creek Drive.
At the first traffic light, turn right onto Livingston Avenue.
Turn left at the second traffic light onto College Avenue.
Turn right on Astor Avenue.
Turn left on Pleasant Ridge.
Go one block and turn right onto Mound Street.
Follow the directions below to visitor parking.

From the West:

Travel east on I-70.
Exit I-70 at the Alum Creek Drive / Livingston Avenue exit.
Veer right off the exit onto Alum Creek Drive.
At the first traffic light, turn right onto Livingston Avenue.
Turn left at the second traffic light onto College Avenue.
Turn right on Astor Avenue.
Turn left on Pleasant Ridge.
Go one block and turn right onto Mound Street.
Follow the directions below to visitor parking.

From the East:

Travel west on I-70 to the Livingston Avenue exit.
At the bottom of the exit ramp, turn right.
At the first traffic light, turn left onto College Ave.
Turn right on Astor Avenue.
Turn left on Pleasant Ridge.
Go one block and turn right onto Mound Street.
Follow the directions below to visitor parking.

From the Northwest:

Travel south on I-75 to Route 23.
Follow Route 23 into Columbus and take I-270 east to I-71 South.
Travel south on I-71 to I-70 East.
Exit I-70 at the Alum Creek Drive/Livingston Avenue exit.
Veer right off the exit onto Alum Creek Drive.
At the first traffic light, turn right onto Livingston Avenue.
Turn left at the second traffic light onto College Avenue.
Turn right on Astor Avenue.
Turn left on Pleasant Ridge.
Go one block and turn right onto Mound Street.
Follow the directions below to visitor parking.

From Port Columbus International Airport:

      Capital is within a short flight of many major U.S. cities. Chicago, Atlanta, Nashville, Washington, D.C., and New York City are all within 90 minutes of Columbus, Ohio. The campus is approximately a 15-minute drive from Port Columbus. At the end of the airport's main drive, turn left (south) onto Stelzer Road. Follow Stelzer (which will change names and become James Road) approximately 3.5 miles to Livingston Avenue.
Turn right on Livingston.
Travel approximately 1 mile to College Avenue.
Turn right on College.
Turn right on Astor Avenue.
Turn left on Pleasant Ridge.
Go one block and turn left on Mound.
Follow the directions below to visitor parking.

Parking on Capital's main campus:

      Visitor parking is located on Mound Street behind the security house. When parking places are not available in visitor parking, visitors may park in any campus lot, provided the spaces are not marked handicap or reserved. 20-minute parking spaces are located behind Yochum Hall and next to the Campus Center. Please inform the Security Office or the office you are visiting if you are parked in a lot other than visitor parking.

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The Martha Alcock Excellence in Education Award Scholarship to Worthy Senior or Junior Education Student Checks Payable to Capital University with Designation to Martha Alcock Excellence in Education Award Postal Mail To: Shirley DeLucia Chair of the Education Department Capital University 1 College and Main Columbus, OH 43209-2394 [Microsoft Word® Envelope Template (20,480 bytes)]

Correspondence Welcome to: Barry Thomas Alcock 5085 Bixby Road Groveport, OH 43125-9320 [Microsoft Word® Envelope Template (19,968 bytes)] 614-836-2423 Home Voice

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