Friday, January 9, 2015

Van Horn Teachers.

Van Horn and Other Friends - Teachers

I taught school off and on for almost 40 years, more off than on.  I began as a very young man by teaching in Sedalia, took a break for several years, went to Alaska to teach Eskimo children, and ended my career as an English as a Second Language teacher at Northeast High School.

I have often asked myself if I had ever made any difference in the lives of the students I touched.  I have recently heard from several students of years ago via Face Book and of course they have nice things to say, but we don’t remain in touch on a personal basis, just read what the other has posted now and then. 

There is a Face Book page now called Van Horn Friends.  I read it almost daily and now and then contribute.  Most of the VH Friend contributors I do not recall immediately because they seem to range from 1960 into the 70’s.  I enjoy reading what they have to say.

Recently the question was asked who was your favorite teacher at Van Horn.  I contributed that mine was Carl Simonie.  The teacher that seemed to get the most responses was a math teacher named Otto Kaifes.  It seems as though I am the only student that didn’t cross his path.

I decided to pull out my senior year book and go down the picture alphabet of the teachers that taught there my senior year and give a one or two word or sentence response as to my feelings about each represented after 46 years.

Mr. Curtis, principal – strict, would love to have had him as a principal if I was teaching, but not as a student.

Mr. Heine, vice principal – loved his job and his students.  They loved him.  He gave me more than one break.

Miss Johnson, counselor -  Could read me like a book and is mostly responsible for me becoming a teacher.  She asked me one day what I wanted to study in college and I told her I had thought about teaching.  She said she thought I would make a good one, because I had done everything a student was not supposed to do and my students would get by with very little.

Mr. Brower, science – He opened up a love of biological science.  I never did much with it, but he was organized and presented the material well.  I enjoyed his class and him personally.

Mr. Closson, history – A nice man but had no classroom control.  I never caused him any problems, mostly because I felt sorry for his classroom management inefficiencies.

Mr. Cofer, Chior – Nice man, but I suspect he only put up with me because I was dating his most prominent student.

Mr. Cross, Geometry – I never understood a word he said and was completely lost that year.  The only reason I passed the course was that a mistake was made by a student grading my test and she awarded me more points than I deserved.

Mr. Dehardt, gym – Over worked, tired most of the time due to working on the rail road after school.  A nice guy.

Mr. Fessler, Human Science – He was also the head foot ball coach.  He was very influential my entire four years and not a bad classroom teacher.  He kept you entertained.

Mr. Fields, Social Studies – Funny man but should have retired much earlier.  He would go to the school phone when the class was acting up and call for reinforcements.  He would always say also when a student for got his pencil, “would a soldier go into battle with out his gun.”

Mr. Klamm, Speech and Drama – He was legally blind but an excellent teacher.  He developed in me a love for the theater.  When I was in Alaska I looked him up on the internet and we passed several emails back and forh.  Heard he died recently.

Mr. McArthur, General Math – Excellent teacher, had good class room management and organization.

Mr. McCoy, Driver’s Ed – He was also one of my football coaches.  He was a great teacher a wonderful coach, and just an all around nice guy.  But would kick my ass in a minute when it needed it which was more than just once.

Mr. Medina, Latin – Knew Latin and Greek, taught us how to conjugate verbs in Latin.  He was a small man but a very good teacher and I don’t remember anyone ever giving him a hard time.  I still remember the first phrase he taught us in Latin and can still conjugate a few verbs.

Mrs. Mullen, Second year Latin,- I don’t remember a thing about her class other than she was pretty well versed in Latin history and would tell us stories about the Romans now and then.

Miss Palisowski, Art – She had a tendency to send me to the office now and then.  We did not get along very well.

Mr. Simonie, English – He gave me an appreciation for literature.  I remember very well the way he went about teaching us Julius Caesar, and can still recite some of the lines by heart.  The two other books he brought to my attention were Huckleberry Finn and The Tale of Two Cities, each I consider one of my favorites to this day. I wish I had his address so I could send him the books Ihave written.  I guess I ought to dedicate one to him.

Miss White, Civics – She provided an interesting introduction to impressionable youth as to what it meant to be an American.  She would often say she would rather be  “dead than red.”

Mrs. Esler, Nurse – She was also the nurse when I was in gradeschool.  She always seemed to like me and was interested in my well being because I was a Christian Scientist and did not take any of the polio vaccinations.  The interesting thing about her was that she was with her husband in Hawaii when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.  She said he got into a plane and headed out to chase the planes back to their carriers and he never returned.  The story had a real impact on me.

There were other teachers of course that were not pictured in my senior year book, only six of which I remember.

Mr. Fridell, Eighth Grade Common Learning’s – He brought history alive to me and one of the main reasons I became a history teacher. 

Mr. Reagan, Gym – He could get my attention pretty easily.

Mr. Fields, Gym – Not to be confused with the social studies teacher.  The difference was night and day.  He used his paddle on me several times, but I knew he liked me in spite of my shenanigans.  He and my great uncle had been high school friends and nothing I did at school went unnoticed at home.

Mrs. Anderson, English – Don’t remember much about her but I don’t think I caused her any problems.

Mr. Levesy, General Shop – A real good teacher.  He introduced me to different aspects of wood working and drafting.  When you messed up in his class he would make you do push ups.  The drafting section of his class enabled me to get a job many years later.

?, typing – Oddly enough the teacher who taught me the only skill that has been more beneficial than any other in my life I do not remember the name of.  We did not have any sort of relationship or interaction but some how I learned how to type and it was the only real skill I took away from high school.

I never knew what happened to most of my teachers.  I did run into Mr. Fridell at UMKC, he had received his Doctorate and was teaching history.  I was able to tell him what an inspiration he had been.  I saw Mr. Simonie at Block Buster’s once and he was most gracious in talking to me longer than one would normally expect.  Mr. Cofer I ran into at an art showing in Independence once and we did little more than say high etc.  For some reason while I was in Alaska I emailed Mr. Klamm and got a nice response.  I bumped into Mr. Levesy at a convenience store several years after high school and he remember me.  He said he was teaching vocational skills to handicapped people.  When we shook hands I noticed he had one less finger than I remembered.  I sort of thought it was funny, the handicapped teaching the handicap but kept my remarks to myself because I did not want for him to make me do push-ups.

I have heard a few of them have died, but most I have never seen or heard about since.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

A Christmas Observation

Every Sunday here in the park, gated community, RV place or resort, what ever one wants to call it, we have a social.  Some body buys a bunch of doughnuts, coffee is provided, introductions of those new to the park are made, birthdays are recognized as are anniversaries. The events for the coming week are highlighted and then a program of sorts is put on by volunteers who want to entertain or inform.  Some of them have been very interesting.

This week they passed around the microphone and told of their favorite Christmas memories.  Many people participated.  I did not.  I had done it last year and the year before so I did not figure any thing I had to say would be that interesting.  After it was all over though I did think of something that while not as fun as Christmases past it is sort of a first for me as far as realizations go.

I have spent several Christmases alone so when Bev's oldest daughter Renee was scheduled to have a baby  around Dec 20, it was a no brainier that Bev go out to help and visit as most mothers do when their daughters have children.  It is a mother thing.

People around the park have sent me food, asked me over for dinner, stopped by for visits and provided moral support, not knowing I really didn't need it, but I have been touched by their concern that I had to spend Christmas alone.  However I was not alone.

My mother lives in the park, just a block away.  Her special friend was out of town so we spent most of the day together.

Bev and I will spend many more Christmases together but how many more Christmases will I spend with my mother? How many of you spent Christmas with your mother?  How many of those living in the park spent Christmases with their mothers?  I should be inviting them over for dinner and taking them food I guess.

Friday, December 19, 2014

From Pat Cavanaugh, an old friend from ROTC days

The Boston Red Sox slugger who wore No. 9 as a major leaguer, would now be assigned to an F-9 Panther jet as a pilot. Ted flew a total of 39 combat missions in Korea. He was selected by his commander John Glenn (later the astronaut, senator, and 'septuagenonaut') to fly as Glenn's wingman.

While flying an air strike on a troop encampment near Kyomipo, Williams' F-9 was hit by hostile ground fire. Ted commented later: "The funny thing was I didn't feel anything. I knew I was hit when the stick started shaking like mad in my hands. Then everything went out, my radio, my landing gear, everything. The red warning lights were on all over the plane." The F-9 Panther had a centrifugal flow engine and normally caught fire when hit. The tail would literally blow off most stricken aircraft. The standard orders were to eject from any Panther with a fire in the rear of the plane. Ted's aircraft was indeed on fire, and was trailing smoke and flames. Glenn and the other pilots on the mission were yelling over their radios for Williams to get out. However, with his radio out, Williams could not hear their warnings and he could not see the condition of the rear of his aircraft. Glenn and another Panther flown by Larry Hawkins came up alongside Williams and lead him to the nearest friendly airfield. Fighting to hold the plane together, Ted brought his Panther in at more than 200-MPH for a crash landing on the Marsden-matted strip. With no landing gear, dive brakes, or functioning flaps, the flaming Panther jet skidded down the runway for more than 3000 feet. Williams got out of the aircraft only moments before it was totally engulfed in flames. Ted Williams survived his tour of duty in Korea and returned to major league baseball.

Pssst: Ted missed out flying combat missions during WW II, because his flying and gunnery skills were so good that he was kept as an instructor for much of the War. During advanced training at Pensacola, Florida Ted would accurately shoot the sleeve targets to shreds while shooting out of wing-overs, zooms, and barrel rolls. He broke the all time record for 'hits' at the school. Following Pensacola, Ted was sent to Jacksonville for advanced gunnery training. This is the payoff test for potential combat pilots. Ted set all the records for reflexes, coordination, and visual reaction time. As a result of his stunning success he was made an instructor at Bronson field to put Marine aviation cadets through their final paces. By 1945 Ted got his wish and was finally transferred to a combat wing, but weeks later the War was over. He was discharged from the military in December of 1945. Seven years later, in December of 1952, Ted was recalled to active duty as a Marine Corps fighter pilot.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

FHTV/RV - Tell Me A Story 9

Has been associated with the park of two months.

We took kayaking lessons on the Elk Horn Slough on our way down here from Alaska. The object was to learn how to right ourselves if we tipped over, how to pump water from the kayak, and crawl in and out while still in the water.  We eventually want to become certified wilderness guides and conduct outdoor leadership training.

During our training we came across some sea otters.  They laid on their back and hit the clams they had retrieved with rocks to open them.

We enjoy it here in the park and hope to return.


Wednesday, December 10, 2014

FHTV/RV- Tell Me A Story - 8

Has been associated with the park for 15 years.


I have always enjoyed camping.  I like to go with friends and family and always wanted to go with my older cousin.  He refused no matter how many times I asked him.

One times after being refused again I asked him why he did not like camping.  He said I just don't.  Well I was not going to let the matter drop.

"Well have you ever been camping," I asked.

"yes," came his reply, "but we did not call it camping, I did it for 18 months and we called it Korea."


Sunday, December 7, 2014

FHTV/RV - Tell Me A Story - 7

Has been associated with the park for four years.

When my husband and I were stationed oversees with the United States Army I use to write my family at least once a week to let them know how we were doing.  I also took the opportunity to describe certain things, places, and events that occurred.  I thought they might be interested because the Asian culture we lived in and around was far different from Midwest America where we came from.  I was very excited to keep the family informed and took great pride in doing so.

Our tour in Southeast Asia eventually ended and we rotated back to the U.S.  On leave we visited our parents and one afternoon a member of the family got out the letters I wrote and began reading them out loud.  Everyone sitting around the family circle got a big laugh at my poor spelling and misuse of words.  I was humiliated and hurt at their insensitivity and waht I thought at the time cruelty.  I took the letters home and burned them all.

I wish now I had not.  However even though time heals all hurts it still stings a little.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

FHTV/RV Tell Me A Story - 6

Has been associated with the park for 2 years

When I was 12 years old my folks took the whole family to Jamaica for a vacation.

If you have ever been there you know that the weather for the most part is pristine, tranquil, and close to heavenly.

There was much to do and one event that the whole family thought would be a grand idea was to float down the Martha Brae River on a bamboo raft.  We boarded the raft near Montego Bay and mom had lathered us all with zinc oxide or some other kind of sun protection stuff.

We no sooner got started down the river, anticipating a joyous sunny excursion surrounded by the warm tropical breeze when the clouds rolled in, the temperature dropped to 40 degrees and it started to mist.

We completed the trip in great discomfort and it was not what we were expecting at all.