Tribute to Cassiar Teachers
Many children who attended school in Cassiar feel that some teachers made a significant positive impact on them and wish to share their feelings about their teachers. By sharing these feelings here about teachers in no way is any disrespect is intended to the many other wonderful people who also contributed so strongly to the community but who were not teachers. We salute your contributions also. The name of the contributing student is above their comments, along with the grades and years during which they received instruction from the teacher receiving the tribute.
Teachers: (sorted by surname)
Betsy Roe (Feller), Grades 3 & 4, 1972-73
I have actually been searching for this woman's telephone number or email address of late. I want to tell her how important she was in my life personally, but for now, I'll relate it here! I only know that no other teacher in my life treated me with the love and care that Mrs. Baldwin did. We went on a class trip to Vancouver in grade three and she was like a mother to me during that trip. Any feelings of homesickness would disappear as she pulled the covers up over me and said goodnight. It is a wonderful memory.
When my family was moving away Mrs. Baldwin made a point every day before the move to pay special attention to me so that I knew I would be missed. My mom even remembers Mrs. Baldwin "re-doing" my hair for class pictures! Ha! God bless you Mrs. Baldwin wherever you are.
Sylvia Giradin, Grades 9 & 10, 1982-83
Mrs. Bliss was one of the teachers I respected the most. She always new how to cheer you up. No matter if you needed time to talk about school or about something personal, she always listened. Thanks for all your encouragements and confidence you had in me.
Hans Tischler, Grades 10 & 11, 1976-77?
Have many good memories racing against you in the Yukon Cup. I believe that I am still champ. Looking forward to a rematch. How does Sun Peaks at Kamloops sound? Give me a call. P.S. Andre would also be interested.
Ellen Knowles, Grade Two, 1969
There were many teachers who I have fond memories of. To name a few were the Olsons, Mr. Smit and Mr. Burr but the one teacher who had the most impact on me was Mrs. Karen Clark my grade two teacher. Not only was she the kind of teacher who made learning fun, she truly made each of her students feel that she was very fond of them. She had a motherly approach to teaching and taught good values that have stayed with me my whole life. She is still one of the most kindest and warm individuals I have ever meet. I will never forget her soft voice and bright smile.
June Lovell, Grades 2 & 3, 1964-1966
I remember Mrs. Clark as Miss Kuil for Grade 2. We absolutely loved her. I think she really liked us because she came back after the summer (when she got married) and taught us in grade 3. She was really fair and kindhearted even though she wouldn't skip Bobby Byron!! Bobby was our friend but was a year behind us in school and we thought he was so smart that Miss Kuil should skip him!! We couldn't understand why she wouldn't! Kids!! Anyway she was a wonderful teacher for the younger grades and we all loved her!
Christina Kwan, Grade 5, 1985-1986
I am grateful to all that the teachers that have taught me while I grew up in Cassiar. If I had the time, I would write a tribute to each and every single teacher that has influenced me with their knowledge, experiences, and patience. The teachers in Cassiar were truly a special and caring breed.
One teacher who touched my life in a very special way was Mrs. Liz Creyke. She was one of the best teachers I have ever had and the way she taught is reflected in the way I teach students and clients today in my work. I liked her strictness and ability to be able to control so many kids. She was always firm and made the classroom setting challenging and fun. You knew not to mess with this teacher. She was played a major role in sparking my LOVE of reading, writing, and basketball. I remember her reading novels to us in class and helping us interpret hard to understand hidden story themes. She always pushed me to think and express myself clearly. In addition, she was one remarkable basketball coach.
I will always remember her friendly smile and genuine concern for all her students. Thank you Mrs. Liz Creyke for all your wisdom.
I would like to also mention a few other teachers who were truly inspiring: Mrs. Kurian, Ms. Dale, Mr. Waldera, Mr. Wolfe, Mrs. Hyde, Mr. Hickman, Mr. Beck, Mr. Vickery, Mr. VanderPol, Ms. Kuechle, Ms. Dimsdale, Mr. Kroeker, Mrs. MaCrae, Mr. John, Ms. Sekora.
Roland Hilger, Grades 8 & 9, 1963-1965
He took a few of us on a trip to Whitehorse once. It must have been a long weekend. I don't recall who all went. It was my only visit to Whitehorse while living in Cassiar. Most memorable though was the mad science part of him. Under his supervision we made rockets out of empty shaving cream tins. A nose cone was made of tin and stuck on what used to be the bottom. The can was filled with a mixture of saltpeter and sugar that he cooked together in an electric frying pan next to the sink, full of water, at the back of the classroom. Once this mixture caught on fire while being cooked. There was a reason for the sink full of water. He quickly flipped the mixture into the water but not before the undersides of the cupboards were scorched. The firing mechanism was the filament from a sacrificed fluorescent tube powered by an electric train transformer. The launch ramp was two pieces of wood on a snow bank. Wires ran to behind another snowbank where we were with the transformer. The rockets were aimed toward the empty woods behind the school. The end to this mad science came when our "last" rocket burned a hole in the shaving cream can seam causing a retrorocket which steered the missile into town where it just missed a patron who had just stumbled out of the beer parlour. Mr. Harlos was a large jovial man, fairly young at the time, who spent a fair bit of after school time being a mentor of sorts to a number of his students. My father remembers him as the one with the big car driven like mad. He must be retired by now and I hope he hasn't lost his zest for living life.
Herb Daum, Grades 4 & 5 in 1964-6
Mr. Harlos often made a student's life interesting. One nice day, out of the blue, instead of teaching us some academic lesson he took us all on a run. We ran to the top of the ski hill and down again. This was not a simple feat for any of us but we did it. He used to have an aquarium in the classroom where various fascinating critters, including alligators and fish were kept (no, not at the same time). A few of us once got to make "death masks". We came in after hours and had vaseline applied to our faces and straws stuck up our noses and then he applied molten paraffin wax to our faces. The wax cooled and after its was sufficiently built up to be strong enough for a mold was gently removed. Mr. Harlos then filled the molds with Plaster of Paris. When we returned to school the next day there were our white death masks waiting for us to paint with poster paints. I kept my mask for years. One time during summer holidays he took Donny Sampson and me camping at Simmons Lake. If a student was yawning in class he would make a desperate grab for the blackboard to prevent falling into the student's cavernous, yawning mouth. If a student was chewing their fingernails he would offer his. He had some innovative methods for discouraging the chewing of gum in school. One was to use Scotch tape and tape your chewed gum to your forehead and it had to stay there all day. His most effective method, the feared "ABC gum swap", would not be approved in today's society. If you got caught chewing gum you had to take out and chew a piece of ABC (already been chewed) gum from a bowl which contained several pieces, and then put your own piece in. Gum chewers did not know whose gum you had to chew. His strategies were effective at discouraging yawning, nail biting and gum chewing in class.
Mr. Harlos was a memorable teacher because he always did such interesting things with his students, even during summer holidays. Thanks Bill.
Barbara "Cookie" Tomashewski (Gibson), Grades 7-9, 1967-69
My tribute is to Mr. Harlos. I'm not real sure of the dates, but everyone remembers the convertible he drove, his large frame and all the animals we use to have in the class. A few come to mind, an alligator, bees, iguana, fish, etc. He was strict, but well respected. He taught us rotten kids lots of cool things and I think he was the greatest. Maybe someone else can remember dates, but I remember a very caring lovable big guy.
Don Roe, Grades 7-8, 1972-1973
I respect Mr. Hickman more than any other teacher I have had because he treated each student as an individual and had strong personal convictions. These qualities were very important to a 13 year old boy. I found math easy so Mr. Hickman gave me more challenging work. While the other students were dissecting lynx that he had had a trapper donate I studied physics. He also never allowed bullying of any kind in his class. His position against forced unionization strongly impacted me but mostly it was how he treated another boy who was the scape-goat in our class with respect and caring that I remember today and use as an example with the children I work with.
Vicky Storch, Grades 8-11, 1988-1992
For me, Mr. Hickman stands out from the other teachers. To most people he was a tough and strict teacher, but to me he was a big teddy bear. He had another side of him that most students didn't get to see. In his own way he let me know that I was capable of succeeding, which made me want to try harder. I hope that Mr. Hickman and his family are doing well.
Mike Santos, Grades 7-9, 1981-83
thanks mr hickman for giving me a kick and pointing me in the right direction .. he is responsible for my automotive career !!! and also being a huge car nut which still stands today ..thanks mr h ... could not have done it with out ya !!! and your persistance . oh yeah being on my case too ....
and yes im living out my fantasy working at dueck gm in vancouver hence the tireboy [a reference to Mike's email address] !!! thanks again pat !!!
Laurie Hanley (Bremner), Grades 8-10, 1968-70
Mr.Keefe -- what to say about the best teacher I ever had. He came to town when I turned 13. He was young, married, had two really cute kids and all the girls had a crush on him.
Terry Keefe was the most even-tempered person I have ever known in the teaching profession. I think we all tried to test him to see if he would lose it but he never did. I just remember his eyes flashing when we had gone too far but I don't remember him ever raising his voice.
He was a math teacher extraordinaire. We used to say that he could teach math to a moron. He was also the science teacher and made it interesting. Phys. Ed was even a good time.
When my son went to school I used to tell him about this fantastic teacher I had had and he used to say he wanted one like that. He did eventually get a couple of teachers like Mr. Keefe but never of that same caliber.
The movie "To Sir with Love" was a hit during the time I had him for a teacher and he meant as much to us as the teacher in the movie did to his class. I like to believe I am a better person for having had Terry Keefe as an influence in my life.
Christel Daum (Travnik), Grades 7-10, 1968-1972
Every high-school graduate has probably had in the neighbourhood of two dozen teachers, each on being unique in their own special way. Almost every teacher I've had has left some kind of mark on me and taught me some valuable lessons in life. It is these lessons on a young impressionable student, more so than the academic lessons that have made me cling to the many fond memories of these teachers. There is, however, one teacher in particular that has left his mark on me much deeper than perhaps all the others put together. That teacher, as I'm certain many, if not all, of his students would agree, is none other than Mr. Terry Keefe.
Where to begin...he shared a resemblance with, perhaps, the actor Al Paccino, but his smile is what made him more attractive than most other Hollywood stars. It was his professional demeanor yet friendly mannerism that immediately made you feel comfortable with him. He always showed respect for every student, regardless of their intellect or social background. He never played the game of favoritism; he made everyone feel special. He was a reasonable man and approachable by anyone for any reason what-so-ever. He always made you feel comfortable whether you asked him a question about math, a volley-ball game, the Christmas concert, or if he was growing a beard to go to the Sourdough Rendezvous in Whitehorse. You felt he was your friend, but on a level that demanded the respect that any teacher deserves.
Students knew their boundaries. Rules did not need to be spoken or posted; they were just understood, and, out of respect, they were obeyed. If a student did, in fact, somehow screw up, like students sometimes do, he knew exactly how to handle the situation and regardless of what consequence you faced, your dignity was left in tact. He never lost his temper but dealt with the matter sternly and in the privacy of his office. He made it very clear that the behavior was inappropriate and assured you why it was inappropriate but never made you feel that you were worth any less for what you had done. His disciplinary action would most certainly have been to teach a lesson as opposed to punish. I doubt if anyone ever resented his discipline for I never hear a word of resentment or any other negative word associated with his name from any fellow student, parent or teacher.
Mr. Keefe had a wonderful sense of humor! Students looked forward to attending his classes because they were never boring. He made his classes most enjoyable by using his wit and humor at the most appropriate time. He kept the attention of his students because no-one would want to take the chance of missing a comment that would cause the rest of the class to burst out laughing. It broke the tension and added interest to what might otherwise have been a boring class. His style of teaching kept you learning battery boosted.
He always knew exactly what to say and when to say it and how to say it. The same words from someone else could have been offensive. From him they were welcome. I distinctly recall a math class when the blackboard seemed to be covered with a lot of x's and y's that were supposed to equal some numbers. It even had the math whizzes in the class stumped. A few minutes before lunch dismissal Mr. Keefe looked up from the blackboard where he had been busy writing and saw that every student had a completely dazed look on their face. A grin spread across his face. He put the chalk down, closed his math text book, rested his elbows on it and held his chin in the palm of his hands. With his radiant smile beaming at us he said, "My grandfather had a farm and on his farm he had cows and they didn't know anything about math either". He may have compared us to a herd of ignorant cows but with that smile there was no offence taken. Instead the tension was broken and every student exited the classroom laughing instead of feeling totally boggled by the introduction to algebra.
I'll never forget the first day of school in grade 10. There were a lot of changes. All students and staff were to congregate in the gym so that Mr. Keefe could tell us all about them. The most obvious change, however, was to Mr. Keefe himself. That summer he had had a complete makeover. He had thrown away his Brylcream, and had a more relaxed coiffure, he traded in his classy executive suit for a more modern look: a bright orange shirt, a brown blazer and a pair of brown polyester bell bottom pants speckled with white polka dots. Needless to say, this dramatic new look sparked many whispers and snickers. Mr. Keefe knew just how to handle it. One comment said it all, "You'll notice they form a straight line regardless from what direction you're looking at them", referring, of course to none other than the polka dots. Well, the gym roared with laughter. We got it out of our system and he continued with the announcements. Since that day, I have never looked at polka! ! dots without thinking of Mr. Keefe.
He said it best himself. I remember when I was in grade 7 asking him to sign my autograph book. He complied and wrote: Christel! Christel! Christel! and then signed it. I thanked him but was rather puzzled as to what he meant. At the end of grade 10 I asked him again if he would sign my autograph book on another page. Again he complied and wrote: Christel! Christel! Christel! I chuckled and then showed him what he had written three years earlier. He said, "It's not what you say; it's all in how you say it", and then gave me several examples of how one could say "Christel". Of all the autographs that I have collected, none is more personal or precious to me than those from Mr. Keefe.
I recall a time in grade 9 when a certain teacher was rather irritable and, according to today's standards, abusive towards the students. After several weeks of tension in the classroom, students felt that she was no longer tolerable and approached Mr. Keefe, who was then, the principal, with their problem. Eventually I felt I also needed to speak with him to air my own grievances. He stood up from behind his desk and said, "Come with me". I dreaded a possible confrontation with her! Instead he walked me over to the calendar at the back of his office and asked me the date. I recall it was the middle of June. He said, "You've put up with her all year long, do you think you could put up with her another two weeks?" I told him that I could and he assured me that he knew I could. The picture looked totally different once he had put it into perspective for me as well as given me his vote of confidence. To this day, when I feel overwhelmed by a situation, I often try to ! ! think of that incident and it helps me put it into perspective.
There was a huge lump in my throat and I had to fight back the tears as I bid Mr. Keefe farewell at the end of grade 10. The only consolation I had was that, although he was leaving Cassiar, I was also leaving Cassiar to attend school in Vancouver at Sacred Heart. To this day, in a folder along with my diploma I have a letter of recommendation written by Mr. Keefe. It's not only the flattering words that he wrote but, moreover, the source of that letter that has makes it such a cherished keep-sake.
Mr. Keefe, I salute you for being such a positive influence on me and on many of my classmates with whom I keep in touch. You are often the subject of conversation when we reminisce and stir up old memories. You are not only respected, but revered and by many of the students whose lives you've touched. May the kindness you've so generously and naturally shown to others always be returned to you and may God bestow a bounty of His richest blessings upon you in your well-deserved retirement.
Herb Daum, Grades 8-10 in 1969-71
Mr. Keefe, you mastered the technique of establishing positive, respectful relationships with your students. In contrast to most teachers who seemed aloof and distant and whose lives beyond the school room were mostly a mystery to us, you let us into your personal life just enough to let us know you are human too. This was novel to me as previous teachers had never done that. Simple comments like the ones about your black VW beetle "being in the hospital" helped us to relate to you and realize that yes, teachers have car troubles too. In fact I find that at times I similarly refer to my vehicle's state of health and think of you then. I will never forget when one of us asked the purpose of a night light. Keep in mind that many of us grew up in a small isolated town and were largely ignorant of many facets of life taken for granted elsewhere. Your answer was "its a small light so you can see what you are doing when you don't want to have the lights on". This created quite a reaction on teenagers with raging hormones.
Some mischievous students used to play silly pranks such as raising the seat of your stool up tight under the counter top so you couldn't pull it out to sit on, or taping Playboy magazine centerfolds to one of the the blackboard sections so when the sliding boards were repositioned to display the next part of the lesson, the centerfold would suddenly be exposed to the class. I am sure many teachers would have gotten angry about these pranks but you knew how to handle it. You would just grin and dismiss it. Yet whenever the class was starting to get out of control it took only one stern look or word from you and the class immediately knew it was time to settle down. I have never had another instructor so skillfully master the fine line of opening up to your students and still maintain such a high degree of respect and control over a classroom. Thanks for the lessons Terry.
Emma Crawford, Grade 6, 1984-1985
Mr. Kroeker was really one of the best teachers I have ever had. He treated all his students with respect, and his teaching style was so innovative. One example: we were allowed to move our desks next to those of our friends and work in pairs, but we had to sign a contract stating that we would behave. If we broke any of the terms of the contract we had to split up. I think the kids in our grade six class appreciated being treated like adults!
Mr. Kroeker recognized that some students move at a different pace than others, and he had extra-credit assignments ready for those who finished their regular work quickly and were in danger of getting bored. This really helped me learn to work hard!
Other great Cassiar teachers: Ms. Evans (Nesgaard), Ms. Strebel, Mr. Hamilton, Mrs. Kurian, and Mr. John. These teachers treated their students with respect and helped make school a fun experience.
Dana Constable, Grade 7, 1979.
I feel so fortunate to have had the opportunity to be taught by such an AWESOME teacher! I remember his classroom to this day. Mr. Kroeker defines "exceptional role model". He instilled so much into the classroom. His sense of humour, integrity, values, respect and caring was like no other class I attended. His ability to foster such a brilliant atmosphere for learning is much appreciated. Our class went on a field trip through the Chilcoot Pass. Didn't quite make it up the Pass but went through Atlin, Carcross, Skagway, etc. What a great trip! Thanks, Mr. Kroeker!!
Rick Nesgaard, Grade 10, 1979-1980
Mr. Lally. Thank you. You helped me to see more in writings than I thought possible (helped recently in Eng Analysis 102). Thanks for tolerating myself & others. They know who they are.... Your a great teacher and made a difference in my life. Rick
Laurie Hanley (Bremner), Grade 4 in 1964-5 & Grade 9 in 1969-70.
Mr. McAndrew was principal all the way through my school years except for two. He was a really tall man with snow white hair and smoked a pipe. I was awed by him and scared of him at the same time because of his height. Mr. McAndrew taught English. In Grade 9 he decided we were to learn "To Kill A Mockingbird". By learning he meant for it to stay with you for a lifetime. Every English class he sat up at the front of the class and READ us the book. He had a wonderful voice but I guess he didn't think we would ever read it for ourselves. He was probably right. From that experience I learned to love reading for myself. Mr. McAndrew passed away a few years ago. I hope he is sitting up there now reading a good book.
Herb Daum, Grades 4 in 1965 and 9 in 1970?
Mr. McAndrew has left a mark on me. I remember when the Beatles, then a rock band still rising in popularity, had many of their songs getting air time, even on CBC Radio North, the only radio station we got in Cassiar. Songs of the day included "I wanna hold your hand" and "Hard days night". Mr. McAndrew was pointing out how silly some of the songs then popular with the younger crowd were, many having such trivial, silly lyrics and titles, especially when compared to more meaningful, traditional music. We all had a good laugh, not realizing then what fame the Beatles would achieve. Now whenever I hear a songs with equally silly (or worse) lyrics, I always think back to his lesson that day.
Laurie Hanley (Bremner), Grade 5, 1965-1966
She loved teaching and always had a smile on her face. That year we learned about the explorers and she made it seem like you were there too. I asked her where she was from and she said "from Canada by land". I found out it was Ontario and "from Canada by land" were famous words written in stone by Alexander MacKenzie at Bella Coola in 1793. Miss McDonnell was the most compassionate teacher I had. She was totally aghast when I came to school with two black eyes, stitches in my face and a bent nose. She said I could go home till my black eyes went away. Wherever you are Miss McDonnell - I hope you'll come again to "Canada by land".
Heather Joseph, Grades 6-7, 1972-3
Mr. Olsen will always be in my heart and so will Mrs.O. He was my favorite teacher! Mr. Olsen was one of the best P.E teachers, he treated us fairly and taught us not to give up. I wish my boys have a teacher like him one day. I'll never forget our canoe trip down the Dease river to Boya Lake. What a trip!
Justin Borsato, Grade 2, 1983?
Although this tribute is listed under Mrs. Prior, it is really a tribute to four outstanding teachers that I had during my elementary education in Cassiar. Mrs. Prior, Mr. Waldera, Mrs. Vickory and Miss Redmond all stand out in my mind as exceptional teachers as well as exceptional people. They all had a large impact on my own career, as each of these teachers exhibited qualities and skills that I try to reflect in my own classroom now that I have started teaching elementary school. Oh yeah, Mr Waldera (aka Fred the Ghost) if you are reading this, I forgive you for giving me that rancid, disgusting MINT milkshake that I won in a bet with you. I drank the entire thing on my way home from school (so I wouldn't have to share it with my sister) and I haven't been able to smell mint, let alone TASTE it, ever since!
Corrina Huppe (Boyes/Maki), Grades 8-12, 1985-1988
Norma Ray was the most caring and understanding person I have ever met. She helped me through a lot of tough times and she was always there for me no matter what time it was. She is probably the main reason that I graduated as by Grade 10 I had pretty much decided that school was a joke. I remember spending many afternoons with her in her office eating melba toast and cheese whiz with sliced apples and discussing the good things that were ahead for me if I would just apply myself and stay in school. She even helped me apply for scholarships (I ended up graduating with good grades and a $1000 scholarship).
My personal message to Norma is "I hope that your life has been and always will be filled with joy, happiness, and love for you deserve nothing less
Laurie Kennealy (Campbell), Grade 1, 1962-1963
The fall of 1961 finally arrived and I was so excited, I could finally go to school. I was so disappointed when my mom told me because of my January birthday, I would have to wait a year. It seemed like forever waiting for that year to pass. Finally, the summer of 1962 arrived and there wasn't much more waiting for me to do. Then....the bigger kids told me that I would be getting "The Bear" for a teacher. The bear in my mind was a treacherous, evil, mean, fire-breathing grizzly with red hair. I was so terrified, why me, why "The Bear".
I agonized all summer over the terrors "The Bear" evoked in me. September came and my mom told me I had to go to school. Oh please, I'll be good, just let me wait another year and then I will go to school, but just not this year with "The Bear". That certainly didn't work and I was off to school. I walked as far as it took for my mom to no longer see me. I found the nearest mud puddle and fell in it, by accident of course. It would take at least a year to clean off the mud and then I would go to school, I knew this would work and I wouldn't have to go to school this year. I was so wrong. My mom went and talked to "The Bear" to inform "The Bear" how terrified of her I was. "The Bear" assured my mom that I would have no problems and "The Bear" couldn't understand the terror I had. The next day I was off to school again, still terrified, still wanting to wait just one more year. I met "The Bear" and you know to this day I will always remember how she hugged me, guided me and taught me my strengths. I think the older kids were wrong, they forgot to add hug to the end of "The Bear". This tribute is to Miss Joan Ridley, thank you for your strength, kindness and of course "The Bear Hugs" you gave me my first year of school
Rick Nesgaard Grades 9-10, 1979-1980
Sorry sir I can't remember your full name but you saw me at the Community Center right after I'd quit and you told me I was being stupid.... You were right. I should have listened. I'm older and trying to finish what should have been finished a long time ago. Thanks for being honest. Rick
Dave Madore, Grade 11 & 12, 1985-86
Mr. Spetch was the one teacher that I remember who pushed all of his students to acheive their academic potential....He wasn't satisfied with 50% effort and he made you feel the same way....He wasn't always the easiest guy to get along with but, I remember passing his classes and thinking "...boy I really learned something..." ....I would also like to say that Mr. Spetch always let me stay in the computer lab until as late as possible and that was great as I was very interested in computers at that time.....Anyhow, just wanted to add that most of the teachers were great in Cassiar not one I can remember having too many difficulties with....Thanks Mr. Spetch and hope that you and your family are doing well.....
Dave Madore, Grades 8 - 12, 1982-86
I remember Ms. T being the one teacher that was always their for all of the students...The countless hours she used to spend on formal dances/dinners and graduations was AWESOME.....I many thanks to this wonderful lady that certainly helped keep me on the straight and narrow
Lisa Lawley, Grades 8-12, 1982-87
Ms.Tavener was one of the best teachers I ever had, she taught me to sit back and be aware of the people around you, you learn a lot about a person's personality by how they react to different situations, it has helped me in the work I do now and I thank her for all her hard work and dedication to her students. She will always be in my thoughts, thank you Ms. Tavener for being a wonderful teacher.
Ellen Paynton (Artico), Grades 8-12, 1986-90
Norm Vickery was the most influential teacher of my high school years in Cassiar. He taught me about biology and French, he helped me explore poetry and prose (Kubla Khan). He was my basketball coach, my friend, and my mentor. Mr. Vickery helped me to understand that having faith in myself would enable me to achieve every goal I set for myself.
He pushed me to work hard in basketball and in my studies. He never wanted to hear " I can't" and believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. To this day his influence in my life is second only to that of my parents.
Sinead Mcguinness, Grade 3, 1986-87
Pat Waldera was one of the best teachers I know. I remember when we used to bet on the minnisoda twins and the blue jays. I had Mr. Waldera at my house for dinners lots. and I can still taste the rum and butter milk shakes at the snake bar. I remember when he gave us all $3.00 bills and were sent to the store to buy penny candies. I still keep in touch with him and I still get Christmas cards every year.
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