Lillian Lincoln Lambert

Descending on the sprawling campus of the Harvard Business School with its majestic setting, to attend my fortieth class reunion, I reminisced of my first venture on that hallowed campus – somewhat frightened, not sure what to expect and at the same time anxious to start a new chapter in my life. It is now Oct 2009 and I return with great confidence as I enter the relatively new Spangler auditorium to hear a lecture, “Who Killed Healthcare and the Current Public Policy Options” by HBS Professor. Regina E. Herzlinger.

What a difference from 1968, when sitting in the classroom, I sometimes trembled with fear at the prospect of being called on by the professor to start discussion of the assigned case study. No possibility of that happening today.

I must say I made the decision to attend the reunion with some trepidation. From the registration list I knew only two of the seventeen women from my class year were attending and none of the African American graduates. But I calmly told myself “You’ve been in that situation many times over the years”. Our host hotel the old-line Charles Hotel in Harvard Square was the location for receptions, class dinners and the gala. Over the year classmates had mellowed and egos had diminished.

On the day of departure, I ventured out of the hotel, a few blocks down the street to visit my living quarters in 1967-1969 – Radcliffe Graduate Dormitory, 6 Ash Street, Cambridge, MA. The three-story, brick rectangular building, about one-half mile from the business school, was home to graduate female students from the various Harvard schools. Women were not admitted to the business school until 1963 and by 1967 dorms were still not coed. How well do I remember those cold, cold walks across the bridge to class dressed in my business attire. It was with mixed feeling that I stood outside that building on this overcast, drizzling day and thought of those days forty years ago – some pleasant and some not-so-pleasant memories. Bearing in mind that this was a central part of my two-year experience at Harvard, my husband took a photo of me standing on the steps of the front entrance. Emotions of excitement, sadness and calm overcame me as I slowly walked back to the hotel to leave for my return home. Forty years, it was hard to believe!