Steven Davis
Good Golly, Bill. Thank you for your post. Your insightful recollections have stirred up many fond memories and so much gratitude for my experiences of the teaching faculty at EMTHS overall. Mr Dunbar, certainly. At the end of second semester my senior year, just before our graduation, I went in to see him about my grade in Physics (I’d had him for Chemistry also.) He’d given me an “A” when I knew that was a mistake. In that class I was a straight C student!
He asked to see my report card. Then looked into his graph-lined grade book. Closing it, he said “I see you got all A’s in your other classes?” “Uh huh” I said stupidly. Well, he told me, it wasn’t going to be him to ruin such a good report card and told me as far as he was concerned, I’d gotten an A and he was keeping it that way. OMG! And.. . .that was the only semester at EMTHS I got straight A’s. I later got to meet him at Winona State where he was teaching. A whole other story.
Another EMTHS grade card memory. My first semester of freshman year I had John Krueger for World History 101. Back then I found history a total yawn subject and class and he didn’t make it any better. His pedagogy was about as dry as old toast. He gave me a C- in his class.
When I went in to see him about it (I thought I’d done better than that!) he showed me my grades for tests and papers. Sure enough. Well deserved.
He surprised me by thanking me for coming in and then asked a few questions about myself including what I wanted to be when I grew up. “A history teacher,” I lied, “until I took your class.” What an a*!#@hole I was!
Fast forward: from that inauspicious interaction we ended up good friends over the years. My bio-father having bailed on us when I was two, John Krueger became something of a father figure to me. And . . . wife Marilyn Krueger became a kind of godmother to me when I had growing questions about girls, dating, etc., things I couldn’t talk to my Mom about. I even detoured on a few dates and actually brought a few dates over to their home!
Some other Manual grads and I worked on John Krueger’s summer paint crew. He invited me along when he led a summer work camp from his EUB church to Montana’s Blackfoot Reservation. It was my first travel to the West and proved transformational as first,Colorado, and now Arizona are where I’ve called home for years.
Later, after graduating Divinity School, it was him I asked to be Liturgist in my Service of Ordination.
Goodness, Bill, so much more . . . and . . .so many others who, as you said so well, “helped me believe in me . . .and gave me so much more”.
We’re blessed.
Steve Davis
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