Lauren Littlefield ’91, Professor of Psychology
It’s 1990 and time for a study break. We drive down to the end of High Street and park. Sitting on a bench or hanging our legs off the edge of the dock, we look out over the Chester River. We see the crew team gliding along as the sun sets. We breathe in the scent of low tide. We hear Lucy the Goose honk and wait for the ducks to come along. Smiling, we contemplate ordering cream of crab soup. No cell phones, yet we connect in all ways that matter. Huddling, we feel the pressure of our bodies merging together. All of our worries float away.
That was our meditation, although we didn’t name it. And there were so many other meditations that involved Betterton Beach, Downey’s milkshakes, and listening to loud music on the campus lawn. The intensity of our studies and our bonds with friends and professors were all obvious in the moment. Reflecting back, it was the campus itself and the greater Chestertown area that framed these experiences.
Still today, the timeless Chester River soothes my spirit. Stress leaks out when I breathe the air and take in the scenery. A memorial statue of Lucy stands at the Cannon Street bulkhead. The Old Wharf has changed names a handful of times, with Fish Whistle and 98 Cannon Riverfront Grille being the most recent. You can now paddleboard down the river, board the schooner Sultana, or even take a relaxing cruise on the Chester River Packet. While progress is afoot, the mesmerizing simplicity of the riverfront is preserved.