LMCS Teachers (and what we remember about them)
At the request of one of our members (Mia) we have this section on
teachers. You can add things that you remember or add new
teachers with the form at the bottom.
| Teacher |
year-class |
Remembrance or facts (in good
taste) |
submitter |
| Miss Elinor Decker |
1949-1950 |
There is an old WWII Marine saying that came out of the battle
for Guadalcanal. "" and when he gets to heaven, to Saint Peter
he will tell: one more Marine reporting, Sir! i done my time in
hell. Well, when that Dear Lady came to those same gates, she too
could have said (referring to the time spent as our class
advisor in the Chem. Lab, my class of 49/50 (me being one of the
most to blame) ""Allow this humble soul to past I've spent my time
in hell"". However she loved every one of us and we, loved
her |
Gregory De Blase |
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| Mrs. Smith |
1962-English |
Cutting afternoon English class (with
her son) to celebrate someone's 18th birthday at Fanny's
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harold |
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| Mr. Brown |
1961-Science |
Mr. Brown covered with bees when his
hive he had in the window was left open and all the bees were
flying around the Science room
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harold |
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| Mr. Muhlig |
1958-math |
Mr. Muhlig reaching out into the hall
and grabbing a running kid (Ray Zack??) by the neck and brought
him in the room with his feet not touching the floor.
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harold |
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'70's |
Last week, during the big wind storm, a large spruce
came down on
the lawn of Russell Stahl's house on Church Street and pulled off
the electric service from his garage. Some of you may remember
Russell as the science teacher who came to Livingston Manor during
the mid 60's. As I was helping him reattach the meter and cable back
on the building, he shared a Charlie Muhlig story with me.
As Russell and other teachers were lounging in the teachers' room at
LMCS, Charlie Muhlig, who was toward the end of his teaching career,
walked in. Now Charlie was not one who frequented the teachers'
room, and when he sat down, appeared somewhat dejected. Those in the
room knew something had happened. "What's wrong?" they asked.
"I guess it is finally time for me to retire," answered Charlie. "I
had two boys cutting up in the back of the room of my algebra class
and when I went back there and glared at them, it had no effect on
them."
Those who remember Charlie knew of his disciplinary ways. |
Fred |
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late 50's |
During my years of going to LMCS, each class seemed
to have a cut-up
or two, who would eventually cross paths with Mr. Muhlig. Al Larsen
reminded me the other day of a Charlie Muhlig story which involved
one
of the Welch boys.
Though there may be more rules and regulations in our schools today
than in the past, those that were in effect years ago were probably
more rigorously enforced. Hallway etiquette was a mainstay in school
order; always walk on the right side of the hall and absolutely no
running down the hall. Between classes, the hallway traffic was
policed by the Hall Patrol, appointed from our own ranks, and
violations were punishable offenses. During class, though, it was
the
teachers who maintained order down the supposed vacant corridors.
As some of you may remember, Charlie's classroom was midway down the
main hall, just up from the water fountain. During one of his math
classes, Charlie heard the unmistakable clatter of someone running
down the hall. By the time he could get to his door, the runner was
gone, but he did spy Bunk Welch lapping up water at the water
fountain just down the hall. Returning into his classroom, he
stayed
close to the door and sure enough the clatter of running feet
started
up again, and was coming in his direction. Just as Charlie sensed
that
the culprit was approaching his room, he stuck his long arm out from
the open door and into the hallway, just about neck high. The
speedster was clotheslined by Charlie's maneuver, and fell into a
heap
on the floor. As Charlie went out to investigate the results, he
found
that the miscreant was indeed Bunk. As Charlie's large frame loomed
over the fallen hall outlaw he said , in his slow drawl, "Now Bunk,
my
boy, you know you're not suppose to be running in the hall!"
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Fred |
| Mrs. Connelly |
1957 |
Sent a sympathy card to my family when our father
passed away in May,1957. Still have the card to this day. |
Rena Turk-Mullins |
| Mr. Frank Gibson |
1976 |
Taught Gym |
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