Educational Articles

The Abuses in Colleges Today


By Dr. Pelham Mead
Each and every College and University in the United States whether a Catholic College or Private or Public College always has something to hide. It seems to be standard procedure to sweep problems under the rug rather than deal with the problems in an honest and outright manner. Sadly, faculty and students suffer in the end from the indiscretions of the Presidents, and administrators. When monies are stolen from accounts and the person is caught, most Colleges and Universities deal with it internally so as not to let the story get into the Newspapers and produce a bad image of the College. Colleges and Universities are often afraid of the impact of a bad story and how it will affect their alumni contributions. Their justification is when a major bad story breaks that puts the College of University in a bad light; there is a domino effect as to public opinion and alumni opinion. Colleges or Universities are afraid that alumni will stop making contributions to the school because of bad story of embezzlement, violence on campus, child sexual abuse, administrative misdeeds, and other negative stories. Recently the President of USC stepped down due to the allegations of a Doctor working for the University that was charged with sexual misconduct with patients. Michigan State University had a similar problem with a Gymnast who filed charges against a Doctor that treated female gymnasts at the University. Not only did the President step down, but the Director of Athletics resigned and anyone else associated with the Gymnastic abuse case. The case went even further to the Olympic Committee who were charged with no realizing that Larry …. Was abusing young female gymnasts. The National Coach was fired and the Bella Karoly training camp contract was discontinued and the purposed sale of the Karoly ranch cancelled. In addition, everyone on the Olympic Board resigned. US gymnastics national committee members also resigned. Over 300 female gymnasts were abused by one unsupervised Doctor over the past decade.

Take for instance the case of Joe Paterno the Football coach at Penn State University shows that he reported a case of suspected sex abuse of young boys by an assistant coach to his superiors and they in turn swept the problem under the carpet until all hell broke loose in the fall of 2010 and the story came to the surface when one or more victims told their story to the Police and the Newspapers. The story went viral and Penn State was put in a very poor light nationally and internationally. The first effect of this poor image would be alumni concern and a sudden decrease of alumni contributions. Some alumni are such large contributors that they often have great leverage with the University Trustees. In the Penn State situation the Trustees needed to exercise damage control,” since the case was in all the National Newspapers. They fired Joe Paterno immediately to stop all the News stories. That had a limited effect. It may also have been that the politics of Penn State Trustees had asked Coach Paterno on numerous times to step down, and retire. This bad news provided an opportunity for them to finally be able to take action in getting 85-year-old Coach Paterno to step down. While he was coaching he was a powerful man that could tell the President and the Trustees what he wanted to do. Look at the numbers at Penn State. The football stadium seated 65,000 people all paying for tickets. The alumni contributors for the football program specifically and boosters as they are called who always raise funds for the Football program for full scholarships, uniforms, travel funds, coaching salaries, trainers, printing and marketing expenses. Penn State was an empire of Football income and contributions and at Penn state as well as any other campus the bottom line is money.

This book, although fictional in nature, is based on events that actually happened at many Colleges across the United States over a period of twenty years 1980 to 2011. In no way is this book intended to cause malice toward any College or Institution or President or administrative or faculty individuals. The real intention of this book is to show what really goes on behind the scenes in Colleges and Universities in the United States and how “cover up” is the motto of the day.

The first story is about a fictitious Catholic College in Staten Island, New York called St. Georges College. This College was on the property belonging to the Sisters of the Holy Cross. Originally, like so many other Catholic Colleges, St. Georges began as an all Women’s Colleges in the early 1900’s, and due to declining enrollment became a coed College in 1960. Many small Catholic Colleges that do not have a wealthy alumni base suffer from the same problems, and that is a low or poor alumni funding to help the college survive. Many people do not realize that all Colleges and Universities are tuition dependent as their main source of income. The smaller Colleges public and catholic do not have research departments that generate a lot of federal grants for scientific research, and a lot of funding for faculty, scientists, and facilities.

Smaller Colleges also suffer from their inability to have good grant writers. They often have only one Development administrator who usually cannot write grants but only organize grants. It is the professors that have to write grants, or knowledgeable administrators that have the time and the motivation.

One source of income for Catholic Colleges used to be endowment such as naming a classroom for an alumnus contribution. Large million dollar donations would grant an alumnus getting a building named after them. This worked well for a few decades, but after time, each and every classroom, building, gymnasium, pool, sports field, etc. had been named for some alumni that gave money. Even scholarships were named after the alumni contributor. Special graduation awards got to departments where previous alumni funded a Communications Department award, or a Biology Department award.

Eventually the selling of names on classrooms and buildings much like the selling of pews in churches in the 1800’s and early 1900’s became a thing of the past. Catholic colleges did not have many means of raising funds especially after the Diocese of New York or any other supporting Diocese began cutting funds to Catholic Colleges, and even Catholic Schools in the 1980, 1990, and 2000’s.

Since tuition is the main source of Catholic Colleges, unlike their Public College counterparts who also get funding from the State, Catholic College try to keep the tuition low so that they can serve 2nd generation immigrant students, low income, and minority students. Small Catholic College realize they cannot compete with publically funded State Colleges, so they target their students from the lower pay scale of available students. Since their mission is to help the poor or help the minorities, they practically give away the tuition in grants, scholarships, and special financial awards. These scholarships are based on need and usually reduce the already low tuition to 50% less than full tuition. If the housing or enrollment is limited at a small Catholic college then they are in trouble. They will always be capped at the amount of students they can house and enroll. Commuter students comprise a large portion of many College and University enrollment. St. Johns University in Queens had 20,000 students in 2010, and only a few hundred live on campus in the few dormitories. This means that almost the entire St. John University student had to commute everyday.

At St. George’s College of Staten Island only 20% of the students commuted. There were enough dorms on campus to house 2,000 students. The dorms were all old , rundown, and not very attractive. They were cheap as far as monthly rent goes.
St. George’s College did not make much money on dormitory fees, and in the summer the dorms were mostly empty.

In the early years of St. George’s College the majority of the college faculty were Nuns from the Order of the Holy Cross. They worked for no pay except a small 10% living allowance, and they all lived in housing on the campus. The College in the early years 1930 through the 1950’s made a nice profit, because it’s faculty costs were extremely low. This changed over time because the Nuns were not getting new novices after WWII, and many were dying off. By 1980 70% of the original teaching staff of Nuns had passed away. Only a dozen teaching and administrative Nuns remained at St. George’s College as of 2000. Many other Catholic Colleges run by Nuns were suffering the same thing with a decline in Nuns on the teaching staff.

At an “All-Women’s” College in White Plains, New York, the “Sisters of Life,” ran a College called Northern Westchester College. It suffered a decline in teaching Nuns, and enrollment during the 1960’s, when there was the anti-war, anti-establishment, and anti-church movement in the United States. Their enrollment dropped to an all time low of 300 students. They converted to coed by 1965, but the change came too late, and they were faced with closing. A large University from New York city wanted to locate a Medical School in Westchester on the property the Sisters of Life. The Northern Westchester College was prime property in White Plains. They negotiated a deal to support Northern Westchester College, and at the same time build their Medical school on the same grounds. By 1970, the Northern Westchester College was closed, and the Medical school was booming with enrollment. The Sisters of Life were left out in the cold when the college finally closed, even though the University promised to promote and keep Northern Westchester College open no matter what.
Another group of Nuns called the “Sisters of the Humble Poor,” had a viable Catholic Prep school in Westchester that began in 1901. Their school “St. Peters Prep of Westchester,” began to lose Nuns as they died out, and few replaced them. Originally the rich families sent their children to the famous St. Peters Prep of Westchester because it was well known as a good Catholic school that placed many graduates in large well known Universities such as Princeton, Yale, and New York University. After WWII, the teaching Nuns had dropped to only 1/3 of the faculty, and lay teachers had to be hired, which increased the costs of the Prep school. The buildings of the late 1800’s were crumbling, and the neighborhood around the Prep school slowly became a slum. By 1975, the Sisters of the Humble Poor were forced to sell the Prep school or default to New York City in taxes. They sold it to a Jewish school that promised on the sale contract to never sell the school buildings or property to private housing developers. The Jewish Yeshiva lasted ten years, and then went out of business. They sold the property and buildings to a private housing developer who wanted to put in condo units. The “Sisters of the Humble Poor,” sued the Jewish Yeshiva and after many years in court they won a one million dollar judgment. Unfortunately, the one million dollars came too late, because by the time of the settlement there were only four Sisters of the Humble Poor still alive. They donated the money to St. George’s College of Staten Island in exchange for a home for the four surviving Nuns to retire, and live out their lives. St. George’s College gratefully accepted the contribution and repaired it’s one hundred year old roof on its main administration building. “Easy come, easy go” became the motto for the “Sisters of the Humble Poor.”

The “Sisters of The Divine Heart,” of Westchester, New York were another group that was taken advantage of by another College. They had a K-12 Catholic School in New Rochelle, New York for over 100 years having been an orphanage originally. It served Civil War children of fathers who were killed in the war. During the Civil War the “Sisters of the Divine Heart,” served in the War for both the North and the South in Medical hospitals. After the war they formed a small orphanage in New Rochelle sponsored by a millionaire that wanted to leave a legacy in his name so they named the Orphanage Sampson’s Orphanage. In 1910, the orphanage became an elementary school and in 1922 it became a high school also handling grades K-12. By the late 1930’s, after the depression, they got a charter for an All-Woman’s College called Mount New Rochelle Catholic College. By the 1960’s, the College was in major financial trouble so it merged with Rochelle Shore College. Rochelle Shore College promised to maintain the Mount New Rochelle College, and its buildings and provide housing for the retired Nuns of the “Sisters of the Divine heart.” By 1972, Rochelle Shore College had become a University, and it closed down Mount New Rochelle College, and sold it for a handsome profit to private housing developers. Unfortunately, the “Sisters of the Divine Heart,” had trusted the Rochelle Shore College trustees, and there was no clause preventing them from selling the property at any time in the future. They were eventually left out in the cold.

In Tarrytown high on the top of the Mountain was another All Women’s College Called High Mount College, that actually lasted until the 1990’s by providing a weekend college for women, evening programs, and an accelerated three year degree program for women. They refused to become a Coed College, and it cost them. Hartford College made them an offer to rent space on the college grounds, and they accepted. After five years, a problem developed with the Hartford College faculty who were union and the non-union High Mount Faculty. The Hartford College faculty were restricted to only the one building they leased from High Mount College. Problems developed and Hartford College threatened to pull out. As fate would have it High Mount College was going under financially. They could not keep enough all woman enrollment to survive. They made a deal with Hartford College to buy the property and buildings so long as it continued to support High Mount College. Three years later Hartford College got it’s revenge and pulled out of the property and sold everything to a private school and made a huge profit. High Mount College was closed forever.

Proposed Outline for this book.

B. The Betrayal of the Nuns in New York.
a. The Sisters of Life-College in White Plains-Pace took over
b. The Sisters of the Holy Cross– Iona closed
c. The Sisters of the Humble Poor- Sold Prep school to a Jewish Temple only to have them close years later and sell the property to a developer. The Sisters sued and won $1 million dollars.
d. Heritage- Most Monasteries, Nun supported orphanages began in the 1800’s when there was a need for children without parents. Especially after the Civil War when many children lost their fathers
e. History- Initially the Orphanages did very well and many later became Girls schools and then eventually even Colleges for Women. Traditionally the Church appointed male administrators to be in charge of these Catholic schools and colleges. By the 1960’s many catholic schools were in trouble of going out of business. The Vietnam War, Civil Rights Movement, the decrease interest in religion and the economy all contributed to the decreased enrollment in Catholic schools
f. Mission-Many of the Sisters had a mission to help the poor when in fact they themselves lived in poverty. It is difficult to help the poor when the Catholic Church stopped supporting these many Nun supported Catholic schools. Once the Nuns died out there was no one that would work for free to replace them. They kept costs down because they worked for virtually nothing for the Church.
The Catholic Church had it’s own financial problems and could not help the many Nun founded Catholic schools.
Orphanages became a thing of the past. The State of New York moved in the direction of group homes for wards of the state or orphans. Orphanages were in buildings that were built in the 1800’s and were crumbling and rotting away. They did not have modern electricity and modern plumbing which all had to be replaced over the years. Not having sufficient money to do this maintenance the buildings eventually became unsafe to use and were often condemned by building inspectors.
g. The dying breed
i. Where it was fashionable for Italian and Irish families to have a son become a priest and a daughter become a Nun was an honor.
ii. Times changed and the Catholic requirement of celibacy for Priest turned many a man away.
iii. For the NUNS they were replaced by trained Nurses in hospitals, Teaching changes and technology came into place outdating many NUNs in education. Italian and Irish families changed over the past 100 years to become mixed with other religions and other nationalities. The old world Italian and Irish traditions began to change and were forgotten. So the need for young girls to become a Nun faded. Women wanted equality and got it and they wanted jobs like the men and got that too. Women left behind the role of caregiver, homemaker, nurse and teacher and ventured into the business world. Women became more educated and earned more money and forgot about Nuns tending the poor.
h. Reduction of Sisters of Life over 100 years of service
i. The City of New York took over the services for the poor in many ways
ii. Legal challenges to protecting the homeless became the job of the city to find housing.
iii. The Catholic Nuns lost the significance they once had in society in treating the poor, the homeless, and pregnant young mothers. The role switched to the City schools to reach out to help pregnant young mothers with alternative schools. The State of New York provided welfare support to poor families. Orphanages became old buildings just like mental institutions that fell out of favor with society.
i. Retirement of the Sisters of Life
i. At some point in time even Nuns become to old to keep working so they must retire. There are very few retirement homes or facilities for Nuns that allow them to retire in some comfort with little or no pension money.
j. Changing from a male dominant leadership to a female dominant leadership
i. In the 1880’s the Catholic Church was male dominated and they did not tolerate female interference as in the case of Sister Eliz. Seton who was turned away by the Bishop when she wanted to form a girl’s school.
ii. This trend continued up until the 1960 when Nuns had to reach out side to the secular community to help them with teachers and administrators.
iii. Secular civilians were brought in to replace the Mother Superior to run Girls schools and Girls Colleges.
iv. By the 1960’s all girls’ schools were dying out so they converted to COED and allowed boys to attend. At first the change was good but it did not last long with free public schools providing superior educations with well-trained teachers for the first time in a century.
v. Those Girl’s schools that did not want to change like Marymount in White Plains eventually lost their enrollment and had to sell out to Fordham University who in turn closed the school and sold it for a nice profit.
C. The aging of the infrastructure and the inability to prevent deterioration and planned maintenance.
i. It cost a lot of money for planned maintenance and Nuns traditionally id not have enough money left over to upgrade their buildings.
ii. Natural disasters are bound to happen or simply erosion, storm damage, rusting facilities, aging decay, poor construction, and out of date structures all eventually fall down or become condemned or burn down from poor electrical wiring.
D. The wolves outside the door of the Sisters
a. 1980’s Sisters of Life ran St. Mary’s College (a 2 year institution) in Yonkers. I was teaching there as an adjunct at the time. They were underwater and IONA stepped in to help save the institution. Within 2-3 years, IONA closed the school, sold the property and made the money.
b. 1980’s the Sisters of Loving Care ran College of Sacred Heart in White Plains. In 1976. It was taken over by PACE who promised to continue to run the school with the nuns. PACE put their Law school there, and in a few years closed the college that the nuns previously owned. The nuns have been in litigation with PACE for years – I am not sure how or if this was ever resolved. Probably – information available on the web somewhere.
c. In early 2000’s Fordham took over Marymount in Tarrytown -which was underwater. They promised to continue the mission of the sisters and improve the college. Four years ago, Fordham closed them down, sold the property for a good sum. Marymount sisters were outraged



Administration-Catholic Colleges vs. standard Private colleges, differences similarities
a. In the Franciscan and Vincentian orders the President works for nothing and that saves a lot of money
b. In other Catholic orders the Mothers Superior have died out and no one was qualified to take their place. The schools had to meet new NY State Education requirements in both their teachers as well as administrators. Many schools and colleges lacked leadership within and had to seek Educational Administrators outside the Catholic community.
c. In One Women’s College a new President was being sought. The salary was not high and there were few applicants that wanted to be President of a financially troubled institution. A new male non-religious President was hired and he just happened to be Gay. Sadly, he used his sexual preference to hire boyfriends of his in major College Administrative positions even if they had no previous experience
d. Gay Male VP of Finance
e. Gay Male Director of Admissions
f. Gay Female Director of Athletics
g. Trustees who had no clue
F. Looking for a scape goat
a. The VP of Finance who stole from the Grant, and how he met his demise.
i. In 1999 the College of St. Paul of Staten Island received a Title V Federal Grant from the US Department of Education for Hispanic Serving Institutions. The College needed 25% Hispanic student population to qualify for the grant which was easy since 35% of it’s population was Hispanic coming from Staten Island.
ii. Before a Coordinator for the Title V grant could be hired the College began the grant with no one in place to direct the grant or carry out its goals. The writer of the grant had quit the college and there was no one who understood what the grant required. The VP of Finance at the time saw an opportunity to buy some financial software without informing the incoming President. The VP of Finance also allowed one of the Deans to draw down money from the grant for unrelated stationary supplies for her office and Reading Center. Sixty thousand was spent during the first year of the grant before a coordinator was hired in the spring of the next year.
iii. Two years after the VP of Finance was removed the opportunity presented itself to look into the purchasing records to see where the missing $60,000 was spent on without proper authorization from the President of VP of Academic Affairs who was theoretically in charge of the Title V grant.
b. The Dean who stood up against the New President’s policies and how she was forced into retirement.
i. As always the case when a new President comes in he or she sweeps house with all the previous VPs and Deans to put in place people that answer to the new President not to the traditions of old.
ii. One such Dean was quite outspoken and she did not agree in the direction the new President was taking the college. She protested and was eventually asked to retire or resign. She retired and no one replaced her.
c. The changing of the guard with the VP of Academic affairs, the professor replacement, the Director of Nursing replacement.
i. When you have a constant change of the VP of Academic affairs, the School Controller, and the VP of Financial affairs then no college or school can operate properly. New Policies and procedures cannot be mandated and expect to be successful. If the finances are so poorly managed that even the President does not know how much money there is in the bank, then there can be no financial plan or mission that will work.
ii. Kicking out the old guard. Sometimes the faculty and department chairperson age beyond the normal retirement age. They become dinosaurs that cannot change their old habits and become fearful of technology and new methods of teaching a whole new student body from the 1980’s and 1990’s and 21st century. The president saw these as a move forward and forced out the old chairman into retirement or cut their positions to part-time. Along with these old-timers when many a dedicated Nun who had no place to go except teach at the college.
d. The firing of the Director of Personnel (gay man who had no background in finance) and who was hired because he had a relationship with the President. Fell out of favor with the president. Unable to properly manage the renovation of an old building. Blamed for taking retirement funds and using it to fund an elevator in the renovated building due to a summer shortage of funds
e. Pushing out old Nuns in teaching positions
f. Phasing out old faculty because they were old
g. Back stabbing
G. Inter-College relationships
a. College of St. George and the College of Holy Essence. The College of St. George of Staten Island was founded around the time of the Civil War and many of its buildings were built before the 1900’s. It began as an Orphanage and then became a Girls Prep School and then Woman’s College by the 1900’s. Nursing and Education were the biggest programs at the College. Many of its graduates became teachers and Nurses who never made a lot of money in their lifetime.
b. The College of Holy Essence was supported not by a Sister hood but the Franciscan Brothers of Staten Island who were well endowed by private donations. In the 1960’s both colleges were threatened with possible closure when they decided to develop a mutual relationship where they would exchange students and faculty to save on expenses. They also became fully coed and attracted a lot of Staten Island students from Italian and Latino families.
c. Benefits of cross-enrollment
i. The College of Holy Essence had a great Sports program that it gave out many scholarships, whereas the College of St. Mary’s of Staten Island did not have any athletic fields or outstanding sports teams. Both schools were able to share sports facilities to cut expenses.
ii. The College of Holy Essence had a very high academic standard and offered Engineering, Math, Chemistry, Computer Programming, and other difficult academic programs. The College of St. Mary’s of Staten Island was service orientated so from it’s long standing tradition Nursing was it’s number one program and Communications was the second largest program thanks to cross-enrollment from the College of Holy Essence.
d. Shortcomings of cross-enrollment
i. Lots of lateness due to the need to catch a shuttle bus
ii. Difference in each college’s Missions
iii. Financial difference between the College of Holy Essence being the richer school and the Poorer College of St. Mary of Staten Island.
iv. The athletes on full scholarships at the College of Holy Essence were not smart enough for Engineering and Computer programming so they all enrolled at the College of St. Mary’s Communications Program in Radio and Television that was a much easier and friendlier program.
v. The College of Holy Essence always wanted the controlling power when it came to cross-campus policies and enrollment.
vi. The College of Holy Essence was miles ahead of St. Mary’s College of Staten Island in technology since they offered programming and put a high premium on advanced technology, wireless classrooms, Internet access, and smart classrooms and lecture halls.
e. The deadly President’s letter from St. George to the College of Holy Essence and how the contract between Catholic schools fell apart.
i. Effects on the Department of Communications. The department of Communications went from a student enrollment of 2000 students to less than 300 without the students from the College of Holy Essence. The Dean of Communications left for the College of Holy Essence when they offered him a major salary increase and a brand new facility and program that he could set up from scratch. Their only problem was a lack of space on campus to house the new Communications department. The assistant to the Director/Dean was promoted to the position not as Director but as Manager that commanded a lower salary. The Department Chairperson retired from Communications and the staff shrunk from over 20 adjuncts and 5 full time professors to less than ten part-time faculty.
ii. Fine Arts, Education, Psychology, Nursing, Math, Chemistry, shared departments, all experience a reduction in class enrollment which translated to many adjunct and full-time faculty being fired.
iii. Effects on enrollment. Initially the enrollment went down but the College of St. Mary of Staten Island loosened up on its enrollment policies and also hired placement counselors in Connecticut to recruit students.
iv. St. Mary of Staten Island had a tradition of not offering Sport Scholarships and this policy prevented the Division III teams from excelling. Instead of sport scholarships, financial grants were given to athletes especially from Connecticut to help improve the Baseball team, basketball team, and Volleyball team.
H. D. The big Title III USDE grant
a. Minority serving institutions
b. Meeting the Federal agenda
c. Integrating technologies into the classrooms
i. Installing smart classrooms
1. The requirements for the smart classrooms were out of date with the installation of Televisions wall mounted with VCRs. By the 21st century computer projectors and electronic white boards were the teaching medium of choice
2. Previous movie screen and TV mounts were unsafe and not properly installed
3. Improved TV mounts with “H” brackets that spread out the weight distribution on the wall. Bolted through the brick and plaster walls to the next classroom that plywood base to prevent the bolts from pulling out over time.
4. Wireless technology in every classroom.
5. Loaner laptops to access wireless technology
6. Theft and classroom security
7. Wireless projects and why they were easy to install but worked too slowly to be effective
8. Tutoring faculty how to use technology in the classroom
9. The shortcomings of the IT department.
a. Part-time college students
b. No defined mission
c. No funding
d. Developed out of Collegis five million dollar contract that ripped the college off blind. Computers were cheap and did not last three years. Parts were stolen from one computer to repair another computer, resulting in a computer graveyard.
e. Underpaid personnel
f. Poor HELP station
g. Good personnel exit to find higher paying jobs.
ii. Installing smart lecture halls
iii. Installing smart computer labs
iv. Installing new renovated facilities
I. Integrating technologies into the curriculum and lectures
J. Writing a curriculum
K. Finding a facility for a Teacher Excellence Center
L. Finding furniture
M. Getting rid of file cabinets
N. Establishing a relationship with IT
O. Quid pro quo (one hand wipes another hand)
P. Personalities to work around
Q. IT Director secrets
R. IT Director’s inability to install new Banner finance software and his making promises to the President he could not keep.


S. II. Catholic Stories

T. The Faculty Stories
U. Outsourcing
V. Collegis
W. Banner
X. Food Services
Y. Cleaning Services

Z. IV Expose’

AA. Teachers caught having a sexual relationship with their students
BB. Homosexual relations
CC. Sex with female college students by faculty
DD. Scandals in hiring procedures
EE. The hiring of the Athletic Director
FF. The hiring of the Dean of Students
GG. The hiring of the VP of Finance
HH. The replacement of the Director of Human Resources
II. The hiring of the VPs of Academic Affairs
JJ. How the VP of Finance tricked the school into a five million dollar contract with Collegis. She was a previous employee of Collegis and no one knew that until she quit her position at the College.
KK. Pushing out the Education Department Chair who was a Nun
LL. Department chairpersons making overload money
MM. How they controlled the summer school system
NN. How they were over paid even when they were freed from teaching to supervise teachers
OO. The inability to change from the old system to a new system
PP. The old way of doing things, cheapest thing goes
QQ. A constant shortage of money
RR. An inability to meet the demands of technology
SS. The inability of the Faculty Council to keep the President in line.
TT. The spies on the Faculty Council.
UU. The elevators
VV. How the large elevator really broke down and why.
WW. The two 100-year-old elevators that constantly broke down.
XX. The lack of safety backup for elevators
YY. The condemning of the stair cases
ZZ. The surprise inspection that condemned the stair case to the extension as being dangerous
AAA. The 6-week disaster as a result of teachers being unable to get to their offices.
BBB. The falling down outside porch
CCC. The Nuns outside porch that rotted and had to be taken down
DDD. The constant repair problems with the remainder of the porch
EEE. The Administration building built on rock
FFF. The basement erosion
GGG. The actual bedrock visible in the basement of the building.

HHH. The Castle/ Student Services
III. The Nun in the tower
JJJ. How she came to be there
KKK. The four story castle keep
LLL. Problems with the castle
MMM. The ineffective security guard system
NNN. Underpaid security guards
OOO. A director with no real power
PPP. No video cameras installed
QQQ. No locked classrooms in the administration building
RRR. The stealing of smart classroom equipment by a security guard
SSS. The Friday afternoon thefts of projectors installed in 18 ft. ceilings
TTT. The motis operande
UUU. Catching the thief
VVV. Losing $10,000 worth of equipment
WWW. The administration doing nothing
XXX. The break-in to the Communications TV studio and theft.
YYY. The opportunity to use grant funds for wireless video cameras in the newly renovated building
ZZZ. The refusal
AAAA. The eventual break-in and theft of thousands of dollars of TV cameras and recorders.
BBBB. The eventual installation of the wireless video cameras after the theft
CCCC. Reported rapes of female students on campus in the dorms.
DDDD. The lack of safety at night with a poorly lit campus
EEEE. Outside students from other colleges having access to the dorms
FFFF. Local gang students roaming the campus at night
GGGG. The forgotten Point Richard on the Hudson
HHHH. The piece of valuable land cut off by the Metro-North rail road
IIII. The abandonment of the property
JJJJ. The abandoned Metro North Railroad station
KKKK. The original train stop at the College of St. George
LLLL. A change in transportation brings about abandonment of the train station and its destruction
MMMM. The Home for Children of the State next door.
NNNN. Right next to the St. George College property was a State Home for wayward children who often came around the fence to steal things on campus
OOOO. The Westchester sewer plant next door.
PPPP. The smell
QQQQ. The inability to control sewage overflow at the Sewer plant
RRRR. The Elementary school run by the Nuns and it’s closing
SSSS. Declining enrollment
TTTT. Closing of the prep academy
UUUU. Selling of the property to raise money
VVVV. The high-rise building that replaced the property that was once the Sr. George Prep School.
WWWW. The effect of a high rise building overlooking the campus
XXXX. The loss of vital land that could have been used for campus expansion.
YYYY. The selling of the first St. Mary Academy to a Jewish organization that folded and tried to sell the property for condos. The lawsuit and the one million the Nuns got which went to repair the administration’s building roof.
ZZZZ. Declining enrollment
AAAAA. The decision to sell and the contract prohibiting being sold for other than educational purposes
BBBBB. The lawsuit and the settlement
CCCCC. Easy come and easy go, as one million dollar settlement has to be used to repair a seriously leaking administration-building roof.
DDDDD. The integration of Technology Over the five-year period of the Title III grants.
EEEEE. Hiring a director
FFFFF. Selecting staff
GGGGG. Completing a budget
HHHHH. $60,000 missing before the Director was hired
IIIII. Tutoring 84 faculty over 5 years.
JJJJJ. The Teacher Excellence Center Ambassadors
KKKKK. The Laptop computer loaner program
LLLLL. Balancing the grant budget annually
MMMMM. Grant rules and regulations
NNNNN. The liaison with the Communication Department and its Associate Dean
OOOOO. The relationship with the IT department
PPPPP. The relationship with The College of Holy Essence and its IT staff
QQQQQ. The Presidents hiring of the Director of Technology at the College of Holy Essence to work part-time at St George’s College
RRRRR. The College of Holy Essence undermining the St. George College’s efforts in establishing technology.
SSSSS. 22. The end of the grant
TTTTT. The politics regarding promised made in the grant and promise not kept by the President
UUUUU. The desire not to fund the Teacher Excellence Center and staff
VVVVV. Playing it cheap
WWWWW. Finishing the budget on time and on balance except for the $60,000 that was stolen by a previous VP of Finance, but never replaced by the President.

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Twitter this, twitter that.

I cannot help but comment that a President that lives by twittering his thoughts, may well die by the same twitters that come back to haunt him. Who ever taught him to do twitter should be sent to devils island to live alone.

It seems an embarrassment the stupid self serving twitter comments our President makes on a daily basis. It is like having a teenager in the Whitehouse. Teenagers have a tendency to act first and worry about the responsibility later. Believe me, I know after being a Dean of Students at Kakiat Junior high school for six years 1985-1991.  Every time a student would bring in a gun, knife, drugs, or whatever they would never think in advance, “what if I got caught?” What would my parents say?

I wish twitter would shut down President’s Trumps account and do us all a favor. Here is an example of technology out of control.

That’s all folks,


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The Diary of Doris Grace Mead

Mead and Werts family 1

My Uncle Sonnie, my Mom, Doris and Aunt Lorraine when they were young..


The Diary of Doris Mead



People are always saying to me that they remember back to when they

were two. I find that hard to believe. I myself must have had a very dull, normal

life because I can barely remember any thing until age six or so. I do have flashes

her and there, but much of what I remember is what I pieced together later in life

when I was tying so desperately to find myself.

One of my earliest memories was a birthday party for me at 5. I do not

recall who was there or even what I received. That was the 1st and last birthday

party my family had for me. The next recollection I had was my parents both

meeting me at school one day and walking me home, which was highly unusual

for them. I soon found out why, when I was beaten very severely. Here, I need to

backtrack and explain that every day during rest period in school we had cookies

and milk. This cost 1 penny. To get the penny, I climbed up into the sideboard

each day I took 1 penny, no more, no less!! Well, my misdeeds caught up with

me and that was what the beating was for. I was only 6 or 7 at the time. It was not

until I myself was married that I found out the jar of pennies was being saved for

a new baby.

Next, when I arrived home from school one day. I had to search the house

before I found my mother upstairs in her bed with a nurse standing by holding a

baby. She said, “You have a lovely little baby brother.” I still remember


saying, ”I don’t want a baby brother and running off back down the stairs. I really

didn’t see him much since I was in school till 3 every day and my mother did not

encourage us to hold the baby or talk to him or whatever. I already had a baby

sister and barely even remember her as a small child.

What I didn’t know then, was that we were really poor, but so was every

one else on our block. They did have cars and went away on vacations

occasionally. We did not, but children can always find something to get into or

keep busy with. There was sleigh riding in the winter and swimming in the

summer or just sitting on the stoop at night and watching the kids play red

light0green light or any number of street games. Life was much simpler back in

the late 20’s and 30’s. There was no television, no computers, nothing complex. I

loved going to school and learning. It came easy to me and I soaked it up. Then

disaster struck. I came down with rheumatic fever, and back then they really

didn’t have any cure or it or know too much about it. There was no school for me,

nor would they send home the homework. No one was allowed to see me. I lay in

the bed day in, day out and watched treetops. One day I would not be able to

move my arms or legs or lift my head off the pillow and I am sure I must have

been a difficult patient. But lo and behold, one bright day my mother arrived

home with a load of books from the local library. I hurried myself in this world of

make believe and it was the start of a long affair with the written word, which I


still have to this day. Soon, I was well enough to be moved downstairs and I took

center stage in the living room.

“Cousin George” (he wasn’t really a relative of min, but a distant cousin

of my mothers) would come and prescribe pills for me to be given in tea. Every

day Mom would give me my tea and when she left the room, I would pour it

down the back of the couch. That must be why it took me so long to get better, but

no one every did say anything to me about that couch. I didn’t drink tea again for


When I finally went back to school, I was dismayed to find that I was a

term behind my classmates and in with a group younger than myself.

It was at this time I met Millie Sandgren in one of my classes, and this

began a friendship that was to span 50 years and more. We actually had nothing

in common but something clicked and we were to exchange confidences for many

years to come. I had to work very hard to catch up in school, but life was pleasant

for the moment.

Then my mother put my sister and myself on a grey house bus bound for

Pa. and told us we were to see my father’s parents. I was all of 13; she (fritzie)

was 9 ó. I disgraced myself by throwing up all the way to Pa. She threw up all


the way back. We had never been away from home before. The kindly folks on

the bus fed us at every stop and I promptly heaved it up again. It did give us a

choice of seats in the rear of the bus. Everyone sat as far away as they could get!!

To this day, over half a century later I can still remember that magical

summer when the city cousins met the country cousins. They expected

sophisticated city-know all children and we looked for country bumpkins. But boy

it was the other way around! These kids were around animals all the time. Fritz

and I had never seen a cow even! I thought milk came in bottles delivered to the

stoop by the milkman along with orange juice and butter. I was to find out


The first night we arrived I politely asked where the bathroom was and

was handed a flashlight and they pointed to a corner of the back yard. This was

my first acquaintance with an “out-house.” I was terrified that something was

going to jump out and bite me. After that I tried to keep my visits there to the

daytime hours. It also had a Montgomery Ward catalog you could peruse before

using it for more practical purposed.

Catalogs reminds me that one evening my aunt asked me if I’d like to go

shopping. I eagerly agreed and she bought out a Sears Catalog and a pencil and

pad. Their idea of shopping was to write down everything you wanted from the


catalog and then pitch it out. They lived in a small mining town. There were no

big stores. You charged everything at the County Store and they charged it to

your account, even an ice cream cone.

From my grandmother’s house, they moved us to an aunt’s farm. This

was another totally new experience. When my aunt said, “go get some mile,” she

meant milk that big cow out in the barn. The cow looked at me as if to say,

“What did you have in mind?” As I inched closer to it, my cousin said, “watch,

it’s easy,” and pulled down on the udders and this thin milky blue stream came

shooting out. I do remember complaining to my aunt that it was warm and didn’t

taste anything like milk. They all roared with laughter.

Then my cousin showed me how to roll up corn silk and smoke it. Boy,

did I ever get sick! What was great fun was eating watermelons right out of the

field. I didn’t know we were stealing then ‘till the farmer chased us with a


If you wanted to get to the next town, you just hitched a ride with whom

ever cam along. Everybody knew everybody else. We didn’t even know all the

people who lived in our city block!


But soon the summer was at an end and it was time for the city kids to go

back to where they belonged, far from the life the country cousins lived. I envied

them and still do. They were a close-knit family and we were outsiders who did

not belong. The offspring of a lady they did not car for that part I did not learn for

many years.

So my father’s sister our Aunt Bern, took us out to the main road; we said

our tearful goodbyes and climbed onto the greyhound bus with our heavy

suitcases. It was the same driver we had on the way from N.Y. He looked at us

and all the way to the back for you two! We never even made it to the next town

before Fritz started to lose her breakfast.

We arrived at the bus terminal in NYC and there was no one to meet us.

Also we had no money to take the train to Queens. Two forlorn kids explained

our story to the trainman and he gave us 2 nickels and told us which train to take.

We had led such a sheltered existence that we had never been on the train alone.

My sister smelled so bad, that again, people gave us a wide birth.

We, we make it to Jamaica, but it was still over a mile to our house and we

still had no money. There was nothing to do but start walking. We each had a

very heavy case to drag along behind us and the sun was beating down on our

unfortunate heads. At last our home came in sight, thank God! I rang the bell. No


one answered and so we opened the door and went in. This was long before

people started bolting them selves into their homes. They had nothing to steal

anyway. I opened the back door looking for my mother and promptly fell into a

big excavation, where our yard used to be. My mother looked up from where she

was working and said, “Oh you’re home!” Nobody every did ask us how we got

home and I was too peeved to explain.

It seemed that my father had finally gotten his bonus from WWI, and they

were putting an addition on the house and converting the upstairs to a rental

apartment. I lost my own bedroom and had to share with my sister and my

brother goes the bedroom next to us.

Now, my sister was a very untidy person and her clothes would stack up

on the rocker until the rocker was ready to cave in. She never could put anything

away. I got a piece of string and tied it down the middle of the room. Once a

week on Saturday when I cleaned my half of the room, everything of hers would

be heaved over onto her side. I was a nut for cleanliness and must have been a

real pain in the butt. It was about that time that awareness of furniture and room

arrangements and food became a focus of mine. On a boring day I would heave

the living room pieces around and polish and clean, but no matter what was done

to the room, it never looked any better. Nothing matched and my mother could

care less. I drove her up the wall.


Previously, she had given ma a booklet “Maryanne Mays 12th birthday,”

which I read through and could not understand, so I flung it into my drawer and

completely forgot about it. I am up to 7th grade by now and as I looked around

me what did I discover but BOYS! They did not notice me though, but my friend

Mil Traveled in a crowd of kids and I fell in with them. We went on picnics and

to ball games and all the things young people do. Mil’s steady was Bill and she

introduced me to his friend Ray. He was a sweet guy and we paired off and went

everywhere together. We’re coming up to 8th grade and we had to make our own

graduation dresses by hand. Sewing was not one of my talents and two days

before graduation when I tried that dress on. It fit me and two other people. Mom

said it would probably fall apart on the way down the aisle, so the night before

graduation I sewed it up on her machine, which was a definite “No no” if I got


Between trying to keep in step and worrying over any one noticing my

dress, I was a bundle of nerves. Milly won the Valedictorian medal and Frank

Green, the Salutatorian. I cam in third, which was nothing.

Now all those kids lived on the other side of the avenue and were going to

Jamaica High and I was scheduled to go to John Adams High School. By going

to the principal, I too got permission to go to Jamaica High.


Chapter 2-The High School Years

I am 14 now and so grown up I think, but actually I was wet behind the

ears. We had our parties at Mil’s house and went to football games and cheered

on our teams and rode our bikes all over and started dating as such. God was

watching over me because I was such an innocent! No one had ever taken the

time to tell me anything. Books were not sexually explicit in those days and each

of us though the other knew all. What we knew would fit in a small thimble. I

went to the movies one night and on the way out I felt blood running down my

legs. I ran screaming home to my mother that I was bleeding to death. She was

really exasperated with me and wants to know if I had read Maryanne Mays 12th

birthday? You know, that booklet I flung in my drawer two years before. So now

I ‘m a woman? I still didn’t get the connection. I needed some on to draw me a


I didn’t see much of Mil in class because we took different courses. She,

commercial and myself Academic. About this time I met Fran Weber. Weber and

werts-Seatmates we were always in the back of the room because our names

began with W. One could hardly see the teacher from there. We struck up a

friendship and although she lived in a completely different direction than I did, we

still managed to see a lot of each other during the school terms.


Mil’s parents had a summer home on Sound Beach, Long Island, which

back then was only a summer colony. She would invite me sometimes for

weekends and two weeks in the summer. Thus, began my love affair with the

water. I was I was ecstatic while I was out there and fell in and out of love with

those lovely specimens of manhood, but just being an occasional visitor out there,

no one said much attention to me. I had yet to gain any self-confidence and was

painfully shy. Mil’s father would sometimes bring out Bill and ray on the

weekends tour delight.

Ray and I continue to see one another. We took in the First Worlds Fair at

Flushing Meadow (1939), and on weekends we would go to the movies or stroll

in the park. I had no idea he was ever serious about me. I had no gifts from him,

or cards, or flowers. I though he was my friend, since he never said otherwise. He

was a gangling high school boy, who was always flunking his classes and never

serious about anything.

One day, as I’m dressing my bedroom, I look up and here is this young

boy peering in at me. Mom had hired him to clean our windows. We got to talk

and I found that he had recently moved into the area. To make a long story short

here, he was Nate Mead, broth to the man I married some years later.


I need to stop her and explain the reason I did not mention my sister and

brother at all is they were so much younger than I, both being in grammar school

when I was in high school. We only met at the dinner table and since they’re as

almost no dinner conversation, we gobbled down our food and scattered in

different directions. Nobody came to visit and we had no guests for Xmas.

Thanksgiving or other holidays. I suppose we must have had birthday presents

and Xmas presents but when I left the home at 118, I had nothing of any value. So

whatever gifts I did get, made no lasting impression. We had clothes on our

backs and food in our mouths. There were no visible signs of love, any sharing,

communication, or joy in that household. We seemed to have no relatives and I

knew nothing whatever of my parents backgrounds. It wasn’t till I met the

mothers of my friends that I realized our household was very different. My

mother did not ask any questions, nor even seem interested so I just went my own

way and did my own thing. I brought home Greek boys, Jewish boys and

Catholic Irish to get her attention, but she never raised an eye.

Now that I’ve put that explanation in here, I’ll go back to Nate Mead. I

dated him a few times; we really did not hit it off well. He took me to a prom at

his high School Harran Aviation way up in the Bronx and abandoned me there.

Back in those days we girls always carried a dime in our shoes. I made my own

way home with much trepidation.


I am 16 by now, reasonably attractive, but no Liz Taylor. I dated boys

from school, blind dates and continued to see Ray and the kids in our crowd. I

went out for a while with a Jewish boy from a well to do family up in the Jamaica

Estates area. We had a common interest in singing, since we both belonged to the

all city chorus. He brought me home to his house for lunch one day and almost

gave his mother a heart attack she saw I was a Christian. The lunch was an

orthodox Jewish meal and never having seen anything like it, I ate very little of it.

I had been hoping for hamburger. Our friendship cooled after that and we each

went our own way.

Wednesday nites my mother gave me a dine to go to the movies because I

was lucky and usually won Bunco; A turkey or bag of groceries. Sometimes the

minister of the church waylaid me outside, because Wednesday nite was choir

practice. This particular Wednesday night I made it in and as usual won the prize.

As we were crowding out I noticed Nate and a young man, maybe early 20’s with

him. This was the first time I ever saw Pel Mead, although at the time I did not

know he was Nates brother.

Nate asked me to a dance at Floyd Bennett field and I was reluctant to go,

never having danced with him and not particularly wanting to go on a date with

him again. He persuaded me and I reluctantly agreed. The dance was in a big

hanger and at this Navy field and we were dancing when this other man cut in. he


then introduced himself as Nate’s older brother, who by the way, Nate had never

mentioned to me.

He managed to log the rest of the dances and Nate was forced to dance

with Sally Benson, the girl Pel had brought. I don’t know to this day how he

manage it, but Nate took sally home and Pel took me home. We started to date

and the sparks flew. Here we had an older suitor, who had a job, brought me

lovely gifts and took me to plays and fancy restaurants. Poor Ray never had a

chance. He only had a paper route. I asked him over so I could explain to him I

no longer wished to go out with him and was absolutely appalled at the scene that

ensued. He stormed out of the house and I was not to see him again for some

years. He enlisted in the Air Force after graduation, crashed on his first mission

and was a prisoner of war for the duration of WWII. I never felt like such a hell in

my life. I though I was doing him a favor. I had suggested he take up with this girl

from our area who was nuts over him. She later became his wife.

I continued to date Pel Mead, who at that time was called “Ken”, but since

were not engaged I also saw others. On of the fellows in our crowd had

introduced MT to his cousin “Swede”, otherwise known as Louis O’Dell. Swede

lived in Conn. and came to town several times a year. Well, one Saturday Ray

informs me that his cousin would be in town Sunday and wanted to take me out. I

already had a date with Ken, so I was in a guan dry. I dashed up to his families apt.


Sunday and stuck a note in the mailbox to the effect that I was ill and couldn’t

meet him. (My parents had no phone). Ken saw me leaving from the upstairs

window and came dashing after me. A fight erupted and I slapped him. He

slapped me back. I was stunned and turned and ran as fast as my feet would carry


From there I drifted into an engagement with Swede. He gave ma a family

ring and I went to meet his family. Young as I was, in the back of my mind, I

knew that this was not what I wanted honestly.

He was Irish and Catholic and worked in a factor and on Sunday the men

went to the ball game and the woman cooked. Now today this wouldn’t be a big

deal. They have birth control and religion is no big thing, but back in 1940 it sure

was. I was a Lutheran. They expected me to change over. Although it was never

really mention, he loved children. I was getting cold feet. I wanted to live in NY,

he talked conn. but I was to chicken to start a debate. I let it ride.

Along about this time, Ken comes back into my life, perhaps six months

after the blow up. My mother sends me to answer the doorbell one evening and

before I could slam the door in his face, he had his foot in the door. He sweettalked

his way back into my good graces again, so naturally we started going out

again. He and his brother had joined the Navy in the meantime. He said a war


was coming I didn’t want to be seen with him in his uniform. This is before the

War, WWII. During a war it’s patriotic, before: you’re a tramp!

Now I am back in the same quandary. I send Swede his ring back with an

explanation letter. I never saw him again, but friends took great delight in telling

me he started his own business, didn’t marry till he was 35 and had one child a

girl. Well, you win some and you lose some.

I think it needs to be explained right here that I just found out, 50 years

later, that my mother had called Ken to come around. She was concerned over my

friendship with someone from Conn. Indirectly she changed the course of my life.

I continued to date Ken exclusively now. I went to school weekdays and

when I wasn’t working weekends, we went out we saw the latest plays and

movies and ate in my favorite restaurants.

Life would have gone on this way for a while, but events happened that

moved up the pace of life. I was now a senior in High School and reasonably

happy, except for periodic fights with my mother. She did not like Ken and lost

no opportunity to tell me so. Late in September, I was in school one day when a

tremendous pain ripped through me sending to my knees. I crawled down the hall

to the nurse’s office in absolute agony. She let me lay on the cot and when the


pain did not subside in an hour, she called a neighbor who contacted my mother.

Some time later my mother arrived with our family Dr. “Cousin George.” They

took me to the hospital and I was admitted for tests. They decided I had

appendicitis and got me ready to be operated on. In the meantime, there had been

a five-car accident and stretches started pouring down the hallways. I was on a

stretcher almost asleep and they left me at the doorway of the OR. While

everybody rushed to help all these seriously injured people, I was put back in my

room and when I woke the pain subsided. They decided not to operate, but kept

me the rest of the week to observe me. My roommate was a girl about my own

age and in a rash moment I invited her over to visit me.

When I was released, Ken and I took up where we left off and one

afternoon he informs me that he’s probably going to be sent overseas. I became

very upset over this an after much haggling, we decided to get married. We were

going to do it on the QT, because I wanted to finish school first.

I had assumed that I was being sent to College since I was taking an

Academic course and when I asked my mother for the entrance fee for Queens

College, she looked at me astounded. “We don’t send girls to college It’s a waste.”

Hearing this and arguing with her over Ken put me in the mood to be out

of her house. Ken and Fran tried to talk me into waiting until after the war that


was coming, but I could not be dissuaded, fool that I was. We picked Fran up and

drove upstate NY to get a Marriage license We didn’t want it printed in the local

papers where some one we knew might see it and tell my mother.

We decided to be married in the Church of the Holy Cross, Brooklyn, NY

and made plans for Friday Eve. Sept. 26, 1941. With Fran as my Maid of Honor

and Nate for Best Man, came those momentous days. I was a bundle of nerves.

Ken showed up at the door promptly on time in his Ford roadster, rumble seat and

all. If we had kept that car it would be a classic today. Fran had a large corsage

pinned to her dress. My mother came out to the car to see us off and randomly

remarked that it looked like we were going to a wedding! I almost choked

Dear Old pastor Williams led us into this magnificent old church and even

had the organist there to play “The Wedding March.” Ken had been an altar boy

in this very same church so many years before.

We stumbled our way through the service and went on our way with the

Priest’s blessings ringing in our ears. Our next stop was dinner at an old nightclub

in Brooklyn, which is no longer there. We endured the jokes of the M.C. and to

this day I have no idea what we ate or drank. Fran and Nate were taken to their

homes and we ourselves wound our weary way homeward. Ken to his bed and me

to mine. Each to dream of that rosy future.


Saturday we all met again and went out for the afternoon and also on

Sunday. Monday I was back at school as if nothing had happened. I wore my

wedding band around my neck under my sweaters.

One day in Mid October, Ken came by for me and we stopped at his

apartment for him to change as were going to the city. There was a ring at the

doorbell and I stuck my head out the window and called down, “who’s there?”

Oops Mom is standing down there so I ran down the stairs to let her in. That lady

was in some rage. She said, “You get home this minute!” Well dear reader

remember that girl I met in the hospital and invited over” She decided on the spur

of the moment to come and visit me and since we had no phone, “Surprise.” I had

no idea my mother even knew where Ken lived or that I would be there. This girl

knew she had precipitated a quarrel and disappeared pronto. Mom let into me and

forbad me to go in Ken’s car any more and did not want to see him any longer. I

think even then she saw the handwriting on the wall and knew he had more

influence over me than she did. I would not give in and stormed out the door. We

barely spoke to each other for another week or so, when one Saturday afternoon, I

was hurrying to get ready to go out with Ken and out of a clear blue sky, Mom

says, “I forbid you to go out with that man any longer.” We got into a terrible

argument . She started banging my head on the wall and was getting very violent.

Well, stupid here loses her temper and shouts, “You’re too late, and we are


already married.” I made a dash for the back doors as she shouted after me, “well

I wish you all the hard luck in the world.” My father was out painting in the back

and I stopped to tell him what had happened. He wishes me luck and I went off to

call Ken and tell him. I had put both feet in my mouth and cooked our goose.

When he arrived he calmed me down and went off to look for apartments

since I swore I would not go back home. In those days Navy pay was $45.00 a

month and room and board. The rents were $30.00 a month or better and we had

no belongings so there was no way we could afford a place at that time. We

looked all afternoon in desperation and finally Ken called his father. He told us to

come home and we would talk it out. I have to tell you Ken’s mother (Madeline)

was less than thrilled to see me. With a wife, he would not longer be giving her

his salary. We explained the whole thing to his parents and his father said we

could stay there temporarily until we found a solution. The phone rant and it was

Nate saying he had been in an auto accident and turned the car over. We all

dashed into cars and drove off to the hospital. Luckily, he had taken Fran home

first. He was not badly injured and we were permitted to take him home with us.

Then, we had to go through all our explanations again. This was one hell of a long



Now here I am in the clothes I have on my back and nothing else. I moved

into Ken’s bedroom and with him he lent me his pajama tops and he wore the

bottoms. It worked out very well, just like the movies.

I went back to school but the principal called me into his office and told

me I would have to transfer to night school as they did not allow married students

in day classes. I suppose Mom alerted them. Night school just was not stimulating

or challenging and I often found myself dozing off under those bright lights.

I was a bit in awe of my new mother in law so I stayed in my room as

much as possible and I met Ken at the bus stop in the evening. Our funds were

very limited with paying his parents board for the two of us. Come early

November the tells me I am pregnant and to expect in July or so. Ken comes

home with applications for a new Navy-housing going up in Brooklyn. Mrs. Mead

drove me over there and we put in an early application. Then came every pay day

(2 weeks), I would buy 2 dishes, 2 spoons, 2 towels, 2 sheets or whatever from

this long list of what we needed.

One day, my little sister showed up at the apartment dragging a little red

wagon behind her. My mother had seen my out grown clothes, old toys, etc.,

almost nothing I could wear. We never did every find out what she did with my

fur coats and jewelry. My little 12-year-old sister in law, Madeline was in 7th


heaven because I gave her all the dresses. Come December we were told we

could move into our new apartment. I was jumping for joy. We moved in on

December 7th with our brass bed, borrowed card tables and two chairs and an old

radio that did not work. You readers who remember your history will know that

December 7th the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. We didn’t know because we

had no radio. Ken almost got put on report when he went in the next day. His CO

said the story was to dumb not to be true.

Chapter 3-The War Years.

I find it almost impossible to explain how I felt about apartment. To me it

was heaven on earth. At last I was my own person. We had a little place of out

own. We were going to have out own baby to love. In all honesty, it was a very

ugly apartment. The walls were white, the concrete floors were painted grey, the

closets had not doors and the views were abominable, but I was floating on a

cloud. My little sister in law, Madeline came over to help me clean windows and

the tub and blinds. We giggled together all afternoon. This apartment was situated

on the second floor of the 13 story high Navy apartments. On the roof were

marines with machine guns. War seemed very far away. Navy families were

coming and going all the time and we were able to buy several household items

from them including a cheap rug for the living room. Xmas was almost upon us

but we had very little money to buy each other anything. It was a struggle just to


stay afloat. Our rent was $17.25 a month and food was about $10.oo a week.

Right away you can see that’s more than he made a month. So Ken set to work

studying to make the next rank. We also sold his beloved 32 Ford coupe to his

brother for $50.00. There was no place to park it in busy Brooklyn, just a few

blocks from the now closed Brooklyn Navy yard.

One day, I put on my best habbie psacho and skirt and sweater and set off

to look for furniture. I must have looked all of 16 when I asked the salesman

what he had for $9.00 a month. I was so very pleased with myself when I arrived

back home, the new owner of a maple living room set, two end tables and a coffee

table and lamp and one maple bookcase. Which by the way we still have. Also a

porcelain kitchen set with four chairs.

Then Ken felt that I should go to see my mother and mend fences, so to

speak. I got on the train and rode to Jamaica and took the bus to her house. I

walked in and sat myself on the couch. When mom walked through I started to

talk a mile a minute. I gave her the new address, told her I was expecting; which

anyone could see and told her to come visit. Then I got up and left. I had done

what I came to do.

Several weeks later she showed up at my door and we went off shopping

together. We reconciled, sort of. Mom brought me a bedroom set in maple at


auction and her iceman delivered it to our apartment. Each payday we brought

some tiny item for our expected one. I did so want a girl. She would be Cynthia

Ann Mead; “Cindy” for short. Mom bought the crib and we set that up on one

wall in our bedroom. I sat and read everything I could on babies. Back then; Dr.

Spock was the guru of baby books.

In the afternoons I sat out on a bench in front of the building. I think I had

to be the youngest bride there. One day an equally ungainly lady sat down next to

me, also expecting her first child. She wanted a boy. That is how I first met Lil

Atwell and to this day we still correspond.

On Sundays, Dad Mead would come to take me to church and bring me a

bagel to eat on the way. Sometimes he came by in the evening to eat with us, but

he knew well enough to bring his own plate and food. We still only had two plates.

We were very lacking in money and furniture and the perks of life, but

that year in the little apartment in Brooklyn was among my happiest memories. I

made friends, we walked our fee off all over Brooklyn and on the nites our

husbands had the duty we sat around and swapped life stories.

It’s getting to late June and I needed some last minute things for the baby

so I took the bus downtown. The bus hit an open manhole and we were all


thrown out of our seats. I scrambled back up again and got off; did my shopping

and walked back home. The next day I felt terrible and where we called the

Doctor, he suggested we go to the Navy hospital; eight blocks away. I was

having terrible cramp like pains, but they said it was false labor. They did say

since I was so close to time that they would induce labor with castor oil, etc.-ugh!

Since I would be alone home and had no transportation, I agreed to stay. It was a

difficult birth and I mangled Ken’s arm during the 18 hours I was in labor. It was

boy-almost 9 lbs. and 21 inches. Because the long labor had weakened my

rheumatic heart, they kept me two weeks and my orderly kept feeding me fatting

foods, till I walked out of there two weeks later weighing more than when I came


Chapter 3-Pelham K. Mead III

We named the new baby Pelham Kenneth mead III after my husband. His

parents were so pleased they brought us, what is known as an English coach. This

carriage was so high I could not see over it. I particularly blessed it when I had to

get it up and down the one flight of stairs. Life fell into a pattern of formula and

diapers and walks as I slowly recovered. Lil gave birth to a girl in early July. They

had wanted a boy. She had been due in June and I myself in July. We laughed

over it. So now we walked all over with our babies. In the meantime Ken kept

studying and going up in rank.


My mother came by occasionally as did some of my old friends and life

was replete.

When Pel was four months old we had him baptized back in Jamaica in

the Lutheran church where I had gone as a child. My sister was the Godmother.

Ken was building him a toy chest in our kitchen on his evenings home. His first

Christmas was coming up and we wanted it to be memorable. This was a very

exhausting child; he walked at nine months and talked and had two teeth already

and was into everything. I felt like I should sit in the playpen for some peace. I

read to him constantly, played games, thought the sun rose and set on this child

and dreamed big dreams. A doctor at least!

For me, it was actually the first time in my lie that I could say I was

blissfully happy. I’d had parents who had never hugged or kissed us; never had

any conversations with us; never encouraged us to voice our dreams. We were

rarely spanked or chastised, but laid in an environment of mental and physical

emptiness. It was to affect the future lives of the three of us, my sister, brother

and I.

Ken had the duty every few nights and I had time to think of the future.

All I knew was that my children were going to be loved and nurtured and is given

every opportunity to be somebody, no matter what it took. Our baby had his first


Christmas in that little apartment, but it was to be our last there. Ken made Chief

Petty Officer and we were asked to move. Only seamen could live in that

building. My friend Lil had moved across the street to the Fort Green Apartments

and I were looking forward to moving over there also. Alas, this was not to be.

Ken came home one evening and informed me that we were moving to my

mother’s upstairs apartment. I was dumfounded at this news. After 18 years

there I had finally escaped and in less than two years, I was going back. He was

adamant. He was being sent overseas and wanted to be sure I was taken care of.

We got the iceman to move our few possessions to the apartment and I

settled in as best I could. We began to renovate the place to our need. I sold off

our living room set and made that the baby’s room. We pushed the bed into a

corner; covered it with pillows; fitted a radio into a chest of draws and framed a

set of pictures over my dresser. Viola’, we had a bed-sitting room. I made drapes

and crib corner and pillows for the baby’s room all by hand. I didn’t even know I

had that talent. Beyond that room was kind of a terrace and on warm nights we

sat out there and viewed treetops and the stars. If we had a dollar, we walked up

to the ice cream store and each bought a ó pint of hand packed ice cream and a

magazine and that was our entertainment for the evening. Life was simple; the

war seemed very far away,


The day came when finally Ken was sent overseas. He was assigned to

the aircraft carrier Antietam. I spent my late evenings writing him 20 and 30 page

letters. During the days, we’d walk the parks; baby and I and I’d do my

housework at night. Sometimes I’d freeze my hands off hanging clothes out in

the evening. Laundromats did not come into being for a few years yet. I

scrubbed my knuckles off on a scrub board. Now an antique I believe.

Again, money was becoming a problem and I took a job in a local

department store. I really liked the jewelry department, but when I got home at

night and had to wash baby clothes and make baby food and listen to my mother’s

complaints, I just threw in the sponge and quit.

In the five years I live in that apartment my mother never once came

upstairs to see it. She never set foot over the doorsill. As food become scarcer, I

gave her my food stamps and shared my meals with the family. She charged me

$1.25 a meal.

As little Pel grew I continued to read to him and taught him his alphabet,

days of the week, tm and whatever his active mind would absorb. The child had a

sponge for a brain. One day I looked out of his bedroom window to see if he was

OK on the terrace and the child had climbed over the railing and was sitting way

our on the lip roof “fishing” with the floor mop. Now, I’m terrified of heights,


but I was over that railing and onto the roof in five seconds flat. I had to walk

along the crown and it was a two-story drop to the concrete below.

After that scare, he was locked down in my mothers yard. Her dog “Annie”

named after little Orphan Annie’s dog in the comics was not too pleased with him

in her year. Also, being a chow, she wasn’t particularly friendly anyhow. One

day she would turn on him and bite him. Pel was enraged and bit her right back.

Annie went yelping into my mother. Amway after that, the two of them became

bosom buddies. Every few years my mother would disappear and the reappear

dragging a mangy mutt on a string. They were always Momma’s dog and we

never too to any of them. I guess they were thankful to be saved from the dog


All of the children in the neighborhood were grown up and Pel had no one

to play with. I felt kindergarten would be beneficial and teach him to get along

with others, so I enrolled him in the same grammar school I had gone to. Well, the

premise was good, but I got called in a lot to see the teacher. It seems that Pel

was telling her how to run her class. They kindly asked me to remove him; so

that was it for learning to get along with others.

Ken and I had a code set up so I would know where he was and he let me

know that his ship was coming into Philly for repairs. I packed a bag and baby


and I were off to Philadelphia on the first train. We told Pel we were taking him

to see Daddy’s ship, but even I was puzzled when I looked around for it. Ken

painted out what appeared to be an enormous warehouse and that was the

Antietam. I was in awe when we went aboard her. I wandered all over Philly

with the other Chief’s wives and children. We were staying at the prestigious, St.

James Hotel. I am sure they were shocked with all these children racing up and

down the corridors; but soon the ship sailed away, and I had to go back to New


We just lived for each day and hoping the was would end. That glorious

day finally arrived. V-J day they said and my sister and I decided to go to NY and

celebrate with everyone else. It was a mistake in judgment because the crowds

were out of control; people were dancing in the streets. On the return bus trip

some man almost ripped the dress off my back. We jumped off the bus and

walked the rest of the way home. When I see those scenes on old newsreels, I

marvel that we were part of that crowd. My friend Ray had been a prisoner of

War this whole time and a grammar school classmate of mine was killed.

Finally got work that Ken was coming home and he told me that his train

would be passing through Jamaica and we’d be able to see each other. So little

Pel and I were waiting on that train platform for the troop train to go by on it’s

way to long Beach. My spirits sand as train after train passed us and I did not see


my husband. Finally it squealed to a stop, and out of the last car stepped this

deeply tanned mustached gentlemen. Could this be Ken? I hardly recognized

him with the handlebar mustache and fifteen extra pounds. Little Pel started to

squeal; he did not recognize him at all. He had his mother to himself for so long

and he dad no intentions of sharing.

Ken was home only a few weeks when he went out job-hunting. He did

not want to join the 20-20 clubs, which was $20 dollars for 20 weeks. Instead of

giving himself time to become acclimated again, he came back with a job paying

$45 a week. I was disappointed, but felt it wasn’t my place to say anything.

Young Pel was becoming very self centered, and felt it was time for him to have a

brother or sister so we presented him with a new brother, on the 30th of Sept. the

following year. We had done everything we could to prepare him for a baby; but

my mother refused to mind him while I was in the hospital, so we were forced to

send him to my husband’s parents in Maryland. This was a bad move and mad

him feel even more insecure. We had to watch him very closely after that. He

tried to vacuum the baby up or bop him over the head or send the carriage

careening down the sidewalk. What a charmer?

Chapter 4- Barrie Evan Mead-#2 son


I was all prepared for another Pel but oh miracles, this baby sat in his

carriage, with his enormous brown eyes and quietly watched the world around

him. He did not cry, nor talk, nor walk; just sat there and took it all in. We

entered him in beauty contests and he won honorable mention in one. He was

completely bald, with his little beret perched jauntily on his head and stole every

ones hearts. Every one stopped to coo over him.

Once when we were taking him on a train trip to visit his great grand

parents, he spotted a man eating his lunch across the aisle from him. He never

took his eyes off that poor man, till finally the man asked us if he could place his

sandwich with the boy.

By now, we were stretching the walls of this three-bedroom apartment

with four of us in it. We decided to start looking for our own home. There was

very little housing available after the war and very few guilders had started to

build new homes. My girl friend Milly came to me about some new homes she’d

seen out in Babylon Long Island. I rode out there with her and was pleased with

what I saw. I took Ken back to see them and we picked out a Cape Cod and

bought it on the G.I. Bill. On the train out to sign up for the V.A. mortgage, it felt

like we were riding to the end of the world. You see, we had no car; we had to

sell it after the war; to give my mother her money back. I supposed she was afraid


Ken would not get a job. I never asked her. It was laid up during the war due to a

gas shortage.

Ken borrowed his company truck to get us out to our new home and we

had a mover take our belongings out there. The road was a mud hole and the men

had to lie out boards from the main road to our home to bring the furniture in. It

was a cold March day when we moved in; and the wind whistled right through the

windows. The first rainfall, we had more rain in the basement than was outside

and we had to bail it all out, but it was all ours mortgage and all-$7,250-$42.42 a

month. These were the first homes to use the technique of assembling the parts at

the site and the crew would go down the line raising frames. Levitt homes later

used that system to build their huge developments on Long Island, Pa, and Florida.

I didn’t really know what hard work was till we started on that house. The

property-1/4 acre was all oak tree roots and weeds. It had to be cleared and

leveled for grass. We bought used posts and beams and put up a fence. First we

had to take the old nails out. We raised brick driveway posts and a concrete

driveway; bought a load of used bricks and laid a charming sidewalk, planted

trees, bushes and shrubs. Inside we laid inlaid linoleum floors, build in all the

furniture in the boys rooms, cowboy style, painted a mural on the wall, raised two

rooms in the attic and finished part of the basement. Naturally all this kept taking

more money so I sold aprons, collected delinquent accounts for Ken’s store and


took in foster babies. Ken took a weekend job. We became active in the PTA

civic assoc., church, boy scouts, etc. You name it, we did it. Barrie was 18

months old when we moved there. And shortly afterward started to walk and talk

and has never stopped since. We used to say that his tongue was hinged at both

ends. He was difficult to train and if his training pants became uncomfortable, he

would just shed them wherever he was. I don’t know how many times, I would

look down the block and see Barrie tottering home stark naked.

We were the first in the neighborhood to get a TV set. On any given night

there would be at least one dozen little ones lined up in front of it. We were

always amazed that no parents called up looking for them. Naturally they got

hungry and sitting there we had to dispense cookies and milk.

One day as I was walking around the block, I met a lady sitting on her

stoop with a little boy around the same age as Barrie. This was how I met Elise

and Jeff and later her husband Ed.

We became friendly and made cookies together or walked with the kids.

When we decided to learn to drive we took turns taking our cars on the back

streets and practicing. One day we packed Jeff and Barrie into the back seat and

took off to practice. Mind you we both had learners permits. It got dark, we got

lost and the kids were out of peanut butter sandwiches and we did not have any


idea where we were. So much for adventure. We had to call home to have some

one tell us how to get back. We were all the way out by McArthur Airport. A

long way from home.

We had put our blood sweat and tears into this Cape Cod bungalow and

it’s property. But, always the money problem rose to haunt us. After seeing an ad

on the TV for foster mothers, I went over and applied. My sons ere pretty big, I

yearned for a daughter, but my doctor had told me that would be no more children.

We agreed to take pre-adoption infants to 6 months. I hoped this would bring a

little money. I could stay home with my sons and also be able to mother a poor

abandoned baby. The first one was a little doll and my children loved her. She

was put up for adoption at 6 months and promptly taken. The next one, a little

Irish Italian baby stole our hearts. The reality of these babies was quite another

thing. They come to you as newborns and they need care during the night and

must go to the Doctors for shots, etc. Also if you bring them up, as you should,

the money given to you is hardly sufficient. Little Maureen was also adopted

quickly and we had a few months breather before they brought us a tiny threeday-

old girl they called Sharon. She was yellow tinged and I was told she had

yellow jaundice. It did clear shortly; but this baby was unable to suck on her

bottle and by nine months she still did not coo or play or wave her arms and legs.

I was becoming very suspicious and informed the welfare department they sent

me to a specialist with her and my fears were confirmed. The child was mentally


retarded. I had no experience with this so I read everything I could on the subject.

We had to play it by ear since they had no idea to what extend she was damaged.

Just at this time I started to feel pretty terrible myself and my Doctor informed me

I was pregnant. The same doctor who told me I could not have any more! My

eldest son Pel was 1, whined to me “what are my friends going to say?” I

answered back “I’m more concerned what my friends are going to say.” Here I

had one 9 month old on my hip that needed my constant attention and I was going

to have my own. Well, I reasoned, maybe at last it would be a girl. We had

always said we’d take what God gave us, within reason of course.

Unlike the other two, I was absolutely miserable the whole time, could

hardly drag myself around and was losing weight instead of gaining it. Come

August, we had a heat wave and I had a heat stroke. Naturally, our doctor was

away for the weekend and had no one on call. I dragged myself in there on

Monday, but he said I was fine. In the meantime, I went back to childcare asking

them to take Sharon back. They had not orphanages on Long Island and in those

days very few foster parents wanted a retarded child, so we kept her, much against

my better judgment.

Come November on a bitter cold night, I felt the pains starting and leaving

the children watching the TV, Ken drove me to the hospital and left me there.

Having had previous experience with his first-born, he managed to make a fast


getaway. In my lintel pea brain I figured this is my third child and it should be a

snap. Wrong! It had vein so many years since I had a baby that it was just like

the first one again. It was the early hours of the morning when I finally gave birth.

The nurse kept prodding me awake. “It’s a boy,” she says. Aw shucks not again;

at this rate we’ll have a football team.

Chapter 5- Timothy Charles mead- 3rd child

Time was born on a cold Nov. 16 morning and I promptly fell asleep. I

woke in the ward of Southside Hospital with women and babies all around me. I

waited and waited, but nobody brought me one. Having been through this before,

you know the very first thing they do is bringing in that baby for you to admire. I

waited all morning and finally nabbed a nurse. She says that as soon as I feel

strong enough to get down out of the bed, I should come to the doctor’s office. I

slide down to the floor and proceeded rather unsteadily down the hall. The doctor

offered me a chair and then rather hesitantly explained that the baby was not well

and unable to eat and that they were calling in experts and they would be able to

tell me more in a day or two. He said I could go home in three days, but I ‘d be

unable to take the baby with me. So, I did go home three days later and did have

my little talks with the baby expert they had called in to trying to explain to a

three children where the new baby was, was extremely difficult for us. The

children did not understand the medical terms; as a matter of fact, I hardly


understood it myself. In the meantime, I had a chance to get my strength back

before the ordeal ahead of me. Two weeks later, we took our new son home with

us. Thus was to begin the worst ordeal of our lives. You can read all about other

people’s misfortunes, but until you actually experience them yourself, you can’t

even begin to understand what it is like to try to keep a child alive until you can

find help. The disease he had was so rare, that I had to read extensively to

understand even the surface of it. It was called Herschsprung’s disease (after the

German Doctor who had first discovered it). Because the hospital stated that he

might not make it we rushed through a christening with my sister and her husband

as Godparents. We called him Timothy Charles Mead, quite a moniker for such a

tiny baby. He weighted 8 bless 11 oz. or so at birth, but was a losing fight to get

him to gain any poundage. We had to feed this baby every 15 minutes or so day

and nite just to get an ounce or so down him. My husband had to work to support

his medical bills so the burden fell to me. In no time at all, I was exhausted and

had three other children to care for also plus meals. At least three times a week

we would head out to doctors looking for one who could help. We were sent to a

leading Long Island Pediatrician. He examined our son and told us bluntly that the

child would die, but that he would do what he could. Visits were $25 a visit,

payable each visit. This man was one of the coldest people I have every met. He

just did not care. Back to our local pediatrician we went and she in turn sent us to

a renowned pediatric surgeon, who too shall remain nameless. He told me enemas

and more enemas. Even the nurse we coming in to help us were unable to get


these enemas to work. WE were getting frantic. Tim was rapidly losing ground

and severely impacted. I called this surgeon and told him of our inability to bring

this child any relief. He actually screamed at me over the phone and called me

stupid, etc., etc. I was enraged. I picked up that baby and his equipment and

drove to that doctor’s office and dumped them on his table. He tried and tried,

also with no success and then suddenly a stool shot forward all over that doctor’s

face and all. I couldn’t help myself, I just laughed and laughed. Then I wrapped

up my baby and we never went back. We went through seven month of sheer

agony and defeats barely keeping this baby alive. He now only weighed 7 lbs.

Then the nurse were were using called to say that one of her other patients had

this same disease and had been operated on in Boston by Dr. Omar Stevenson. I

called this hospital immediately, verified that I had x-rays and they told me to get

there as soon as possible and they would be waiting at the E.R.entrance for us. I

assured them we would be there within six hours. We bundled up the children,

took all three to my mothers; over her protests and set out for Boston. We

strapped Timothy to pillows in the back seat. The child was dehydrating and

running a 103 fever. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it in time, but I told

myself that we had done everything we could and the rest was in the hands of God.

In the short seven months of his life this baby was such a tighter, we had to be

fighters too. We were deeply in debt, owed just about everyone, our floors and

housed had not had a descent cleaning in all that time and we were so exhausted

all the time that I could cheerfully had laid down on the floor and napped. When


we finally fount our way to Boston floating Hospital, believe it or not, there were

two orderlies sitting on a bench by the door waiting for us. They sprang into

action and before I knew it we were in an examine room and I was helping too

and explaining his case to the doctor. This child was pretty far-gone, but they

gave him blood and sedate him. The doctor took us aside and explained that our

baby was in very poor shape, but he would do his very best to keep him alive. I

could not ask for more than that.

A team of doctors operated for seven hours the next morning, but little

Tim’s heart could not take the strain and they had to stop. I was downstairs in the

chapel while they were in surgery, and I made a bargain with God. “Please God if

you save Tim’s life, I take care of Sharon as long as I can.” When I went back

upstairs Dr. Svenson was waiting and he said that he thought the baby would live,

but that they could not finish the operation completely, so they gave him a partial

colostomy. Actually, it was just a hole in his upper stomach, through which ran

liquid stool pour out. We had to leave Tim there to recuperate and we drove back

to Long Island much lighter at heart. We gathered up our three children and went

back home. I slept as much as possible, so I could be ready for the next ordeal. I

really had no idea I would cope with two sick children, but a promise was a

promise. My husband had also COM down ill. He was worrying so much, both

over finances and the family that he started to smoke very heavily. The glands in

the back of his throat swelled up and he started hemorrhaging. Then I have to run


him to the doctors and they packed his nose and throat. It was really terrible, but

as yet he was not aware of the damage cigarette smoking could doo and would not

give it up. We burnt up the wires calling back and forth to Boston and finally we

were told that we could come and get him.

He was alive, but oh such a long way to go get to good health. The

doctors wanted him to get to 20-25 pounds before they would go ahead with the

rest of the operation. Such a task they set us. He was a poor eater and very

finicky. We finally settled on putting some of our food in the blender for him and

this he ate. He was not yet 20 lbs. but the doctors wanted to go ahead with the

surgery. So again we went back; waited to hear that the surgery was a success and

left for home. Dr. Svenson or Dr. Fisher called twice daily, but out holy terror

was pulling out his tubes and really not being cooperative and the doctors wanted

me to come stay there. Sharon was boarded with a neighbor during the day, and

the two older boys went to school and at night my husband fed them all and tried

to be both mother and father to three very bewildered children. I went to Boston,

found lodgings in a woman’s boarding house and presented myself at Boston

Floating Hospital. This is one of the truly great hospitals for seriously ill children.

They specialize in blue babies, children with cleft palates, burned children and of

course Hirschsprungs disease. Dr. Svenson toured the world giving talks on this

disease and training doctors on the points of surgery. A truly great man, if he is

still alive.


The minute my little devil saw me, he actually knew me and started to

improve. A worse patient I never saw. He pulled out feeding tubes as fast as the

nurses put them in. He was strapped to the bed, but like a magician, he got out of

the straps. He kept us on our toes he did. I had so much free time that I offered

my services to the child recovery department. Soon I was learning what the signs

on a baby’s back meant and how to carry them around and who got fed what. It

was truly fascinating and when the doctors did their weekly tours, I got to trail

along behind them. Some times we lost one and I could hard bear to look at the

empty crib as I passed it. God giveth and he also takes away.

Tim was coming along by leaps and bounds and the publicity department

asked if they could follow along behind me for several days to photograph Tim

for their brochure. I agreed and they picked several snaps of him to print in this

brochure, which went out all over the world.

Finally the day came when the doctor said Tim could go home and my

husband said he would bring Barrie and he there as soon as possible. The

recovery room offered me a paying job, which was very flattering, but there was

no way I could do that for a living. It was enough to tear your heart out. Bless

those dedicated nursed there.


Ken arrived with Barrie and wouldn’t you know it, Barrie had a raging

toothache. We had to stop and get him mediation until we could get home to his


When we are part way home, we stopped at a diner for lunch. I was

sipping my soup when I noticed the baby’s eyes glued to my dish. I put some in

cup and that child, who would hardly eat in the hospital, finished the whole thing

and also my tea. Then he slept the rest of the way home. I could suppose that

even babies know more of what is going on than we give them credit for.

Life resumed but now we were really in debt. Out insurance hardly paid

an out of state hospital, we had private nurses, several doctors, etc. We refinanced

the mortgage on the house to pay the hospital bill and then it took 10 years to pay

this marvelous doctor. We could not pay our phone utility bills or anything. We

wrote each letter explaining our situation and that once in the next year did any of

them harass us. The telephone number called us earlier and offered us blood from

their blood bank. Who says they don’t have a heart?

Now it was Sharon’s turn. If we weren’t taking Tim to the doctor, we were

rushing her off somewhere. She had skin problems, heat allergies, etc. You name

it, she had it. As I said earlier in this book, when you take a retarded child, you

are really on your own. I must be honest to say that if I had known she was


retarded, I would really have hesitated about taking her, but she was only 3 days

old when we got her and it was several months before it became known. Her

expenses far out weighed what the social services dept. gave us but I had made

this promise to keep her and so I would.

In our years out in Babylon we had become very active in church, civic

organizations, PTS Cub Scouts, etc. I guess you could say we were well known.

One day my best friend inadvertently mentioned to me that our church was going

to give us a benefit dinner. I was absolutely horrified. We had no money, but we

had pride aplenty. There was no way we could accept charity. I would never be

able to hold up my head again. We decided to move on and the house really was

too small for six of us. Pity was not something we could cope with. Lucky for us

the loving work we had put into that first house sold it for us. Because, mostly

every thing was built in, the rental truck we hired was enough to hold all our

possessions. I drove behind them to our new home #2, 26 miles away, where we

could start over again. I was almost 90 years old 10 rooms and enough work to

keep us for the rest of our lives. It was $16,200.

This house, which soared up four-storied high, had

belonged to a prominent neighborhood butcher. It even had servant’s quarters. I

think, though that his wife must have been colorblind. The walls had a green

paper with huge cabbage roses and the carpet was brown with red roses. My eyes


used to cross just looking at it. It was a very old well build house with great

possibilities. I couldn’t wait to get started on it. So many problems reared their

ugly heads. We owed a great deal of money to the doctors and hospitals. Our

checking account had $17 dollars left in after buying this place. So, after only

two months in the house I decided I needed a job, if we were every going to

remodel this monstrosity of a place. I had hardly worked in my life; as a teenager

I had worked briefly in the famous Horn and Hardart restaurants no longer with us.

As a child model and a brief stint as a sales woman, I had no skills to speak of and

also had two very small children who needed me. One day as I was perusing the

want ads I saw one that intrigued me. I dressed up and took the ad and went for

the ad interview. Knowing my husband’s reaction, I did not bother to tell him


I was amazed at my introduction to “answering Service” this was back in

the days when they were in private homes usually in the upstairs guest room. The

old-fashioned switchboards took up the whole room. The requirements were a

good handwriting and a clean speaking voice. I was hired immediately and

listened in with an operator for a few hours. My eyes were crossing from the

different colored light flashing in my face and the noise of all the voices talking in

the room. By the next day I was having second thoughts about this job and called

in to say I had reconsidered. I had to wait until the older boys came home from

school to look after the two babies. My husband had to make dinner for the


family. On the other hand I was bringing home $40 a week to start. Forty dollars

back then brought a great deal. I was able to give the boys an allowance each

week we bought something for the house. I managed to survive almost a year on

that shift. Then I heard the long time overnight operator was leaving and I

jumped into her job. This worked out ever so much better for me, even though for

the next 22 years, I just never got enough sleep. I learnt to sleep everywhere and

anyhow; on my days off I just crashed. Had a ten room house, four children and

a 48 hour a week job and never enough hands to do everything that needed to be

done. Timothy and Sharon needed special care. Barrie was unhappy away from

his beloved Babylon and kept running away. Pel was readjusting to school there

and we had to keep bugging him about going to college. Life was full and busy.

The house claimed our free time and money. We learnt many skills. We had a

bathroom put in where the kitchen pantry was, beamed ceilings, paneled walls,

hung wallpaper, scrapped floors and watched our pride and joy become a show

place again. We developed talents we didn’t know we had. In the background

though, neighborhood war clouds were gathering. One of our neighbors had

gotten into a fight with his next-door neighbor and out of spite sold his house to a

black person. Pure panic went up and down that street. Meeting were called,

neighbors vowed to stay put and just looked on in absolute amazement. The very

people who vowed to stay put, jus moved out and left their houses vacant. We

had a big stake in this house, also our blood; sweat and tears were in it. Also I

want to show my children that all races and creeds can live together in harmony.


What we could not stop, were the welfare cased moving in, unsightly and

unkempt houses, drugs, prostitution and other illegal activities. It goes to the point

where we dared not go out at night. Tim’s friends would not COM to our area

and he was attacked if he went out in the street. Finally we gave up the battle to

keep or home. We were down to three whites in the whole area. Our mortgage

only had six year to run. Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor and we

quietly put the house up for sale, took a terrible loss on it and retreat to the far

side of town to nurse our wounds.

This time we bought a sprawling Cape Cod, 20 years old and very shop

worn and unloved. Now we’re up to double the cost of the second house and

broke again. My husband’s company had closed down after the Brooklyn riots

and he now managed a furniture store in town. I worked in the town and timothy

want to finish high school there. We knew it was only a matter of time before we

would have to move on again so this time we were very wary about sinking funds

into this house.

Pel was gone, having finished college and married. Barrie had gone into

the Coast Guard and at that time live in Maine with his wife and two children.

Sharon was in a hospital, no longer able to live at home. I had kept her as long as

I was able, but when she became violent and uncontrollable, I had to act. We went

to visit her on Sunday afternoons and I always felt depressed when we returned


home. I hope that we made her short life happy, as happy as she could be. Sharon

died at age 21 from choking to death on teeth braces that were left in her mouth

by the hospital.

After we had everything straightened out in this new house, I made

arrangements to go into the hospital to have a hysterectomy, which I had been

putting off for too long. I had a large tumor, which need to come out as it was

causing great monthly problems and sapping my strength. Also the migraine

headaches were unbearable. My doctor assured me that here was nothing to it

that I would be out of the hospital in a week and back on my feet again. Fool that

I was I believed him. The best laid planes of mice and men often go astray. By

now, I really should know that you can make all the plans you want to but the

fates are there ahead of you. I firmly believe you can plan your destiny, but it

rarely turns out that way. These days I just wait for a “sign” to see which was it is

going. No sense me making plans when God had other ideas. Karma that is what

it is. Anyhow the night before my operation, my doctor had a heart attack. The

next morning, in his place, was his young associate who I had seen around the

office, but we did not know each other. I let him calm my fears, besides this man

was handsome, that I was entranced. Now I knew why he had so many patients.

They did all their usual tests and cam back to report that there was a spot on one

of the chest x-rays. They took me down for more x-rays and did over 100 of them.

I was exhausted. Next my family doctor shows up and explains to me that I have a


“growth” on my right lung that will kill me if it is not removed. He, in turn, calls

in two lung specialists. Now we have to decide which operation to do first.

Actually it was decided for us. I have started bleeding when I entered the hospital

and nothing they did could make it stop. That decided it. One Hysterectomy

coming right up. Dr. Glynn operated the next morning; but he had not read in my

file that I was a slow healer. All those tests they did on my lungs had me

coughing my head off, trying to throw off the phlegm. My incision burst open and

I was covered with blood. I sent Tim for a nurse and she came on the double.

Not one of my doctors was in the hospital and I was going into shock. Several

other doctors came to the rescue and sewed me up again with horse stitches. They

didn’t know it but they were on my answering service and I had them talking with

them for years. I thanked them profusely. Months later when I got back to work.

Now, everything that could go wrong did so. I caught pneumonia and ran a very

high fever. Now, I really hurt all over. My roommate was dying right in front of

my eyes, and I was unable to get down to help her. When she passed away there

came a succession of overnight adult tonsil cases. They all came in bright and

cheerful and spent the nites screaming and keeping me awake. I was so exhausted

and tired of hospitals by this time, that I just wanted to go home and die there or

whatever. They agreed to let me go home after my husband promised to bring me

back for the next operation. If I had the strength, I would just have run away from

home. Instead I fell into bed and slept for two days. Hospitals are not for resting

and sleeping. They wake up at 6 am to bath you and give you breakfast, such as it


may be and every time you closed your eyes, there they were to perform some

other medieval torture on you.

I rested at home for a week and thought over whether I really and truly

wanted to go back for this next operation. While I lay in bed my whole life to

date paraded before my eyes. I had married young, for all the wrong reasons, as

many of us do. I though, was one of the lucky ones. We hung in there through

poverty and strife and hard luck. All marriages are not made in heaven and you

really have to work at them. Several times I was ready to give up but, I could not

subject my children to that kind of a childhood, so I wading and kept trying until

we get out problems straightened out. Than Heavens we did, because God then

presented us with Time and we went through a two-year battle to save his life,

inflicting everlasting scars on the rest of us forever. Now, as I lay in bed

reflecting back on the past, had accomplished of everything I wanted to. Pel had

mad it through college and was married with two children, whom we rarely saw.

Barrie had joined the service at 17 to see the world and we saw him only

occasionally and already his marriage was faltering. Tim was still home, but had

not found himself yet and was difficult to get along with. I was at a time in my

life when I really did not care whether I lived or died. I had met all the challenges

in my life and I was really, really tired. We had almost 30 years of struggles

behind us. I was so exhausted after my long difficult hospital stay that I didn’t

think I could go back and face another operation, over which the doctors had been


deliberately vague. By the end of the week as I caught up on my sleep, I cam to a

decision. I would go back and have this lung operation and if I lived fine. If I

died so be it.

When I went back, I found out exactly why they were so vague. I never

would have had the surgery performed if I had known exactly what was going to

happen. They could not get at the lesion from the front so they cut through a rib

in my back, and went around under my arm, severing a nerve in the process and

up under my right breast. I have never been in such agony in my live. I lived for

the shots and pain pills. The least movement sent me into spasms. I came home

unable to move my right arm, and even a small sneeze was too much pain for me

to assimilate. Eventually, one begins to fight back and I started to do the arm

exercises. I was called back to work before they fired me and I dropped files on

my fee, fainted dead away on the floor and proceeded to have a horrible night. I

took lots of pain pills. When the cold weather came I could hardly breathe. Come

hot weather the scar on my back would tighten up and I would go berserk with

pain. The there were the nosebleeds and earaches that I never had before. The

doctor suggested I go to a warmer climate like Arizona, Florida, or Calif.

At this time Sharon was in a state hospital and we made the long drive out

there on Sundays. We could not abandon her, we were all she had. Our town was

changing; the shopping center was closing down. And my husband had to close


up the furniture store he was running and take a job with Penny’s department

Store in their furniture department. He was already past 60 and had to prove

himself. Barrie by now was in San Diego and he invited me out to see it before we

made any decisions about going to Florida. I loved Pacific Beach on sight and in

mid August the temperature was only 80, much to my delight. His wife took me

around and knew exactly what I would like.

Sharon died at age 21, because of their neglect in this State hospital. I am

happy to report that our local prize-winning newspaper did a series on those State

Hospitals that had retarded children and put them in with adults. The information

that my friends and I provided them with did the trick and now the hospital is

under much stricter supervision. Too late for Sharon, but in her particular case, I

think she is happier in heaven; at least I hope so.

This left us free to move and we put our house up for sale and made plans

to move to California. The very first people who saw it bought it. This was in

January, but it was May before they were able to get a mortgage. This left us

plenty of time to go through the rooms and one at a time disposing of a great deal

of our belongings. We sold a few choice pieces to our dear friends. We had a

successful year sale and sold some to the new owner. Originally Tim was going to

stay behind, but at the last minute decided to come along with us. So he and his

father drove and I flew out that May 7, 1979. Little did I know as I head west


what further adventures awaited us in California? If I had a crystal ball an saw

three divorces, two more moves, a triple by pass operation, etc. in my future, I

would have gotten off the plane at the first stop and stayed in NY.

I arrived here in California on May 7, but Tim and Pel would arrive on

May 10 driving at top speed all the way. The furniture did not arrive for two

weeks so we were forced to stay with Barrie. I was there only one day and I knew

there was trouble in paradise, but it was not my place to tell Barrie. It all came to

a head on my birthday May 21. Barrie and his wife were taking us to dinner, but

she supposedly had to fly north to see a sick parent, so we went without her. Later

that night Barrie came up to our apartment. (We lived directly above him) and he

was hysterical. His wife had left him and taken the children. We were devastated.

Here we had hoped to watch his children growing up. The fates had stepped in

again. Barrie got the children back, but as a man alone, he had taken on an

impossible task. He worked all day and had to fee them at night, wash their

clothing, shop for groceries and be mother and father. By the end of August he

threw in the sponge and let his wife take them. My heart was broken. Those poor

kids spent the next few years being pawns between these parents.

Pel and I were both working and keeping busy. Barrie moved away and

after two years we also set out to look for new quarters. I think we must have

looked at everything in Pacific Beach before we cam across a little attached house,


built in the 50’s, that belonged to one of Peel’s bosses. We decided to take it and

renovate it. It had lovely wooden floors big rooms. So again, one May Day Tim

and Janet, Barrie and his friend Ivy and Pel and I moved everything from Oliver

to Grand Ave. We had to buy a refrigerator and stove for it and assorted other

items. We settled in for the next 8 years. Pel worked right next store and I

traveled to La Jolla daily. The powers to be up there looked down at decided life

and us was too peaceful. So in 1985, we (Barrie and I) rushed my husband off to

Alvarado hospital and he ended up with a triple by-pass and nearly lost his life in

the process. It was a difficult two months and when I finally took him home it

was only to rush him back to Mission Bay Hospital. Three days later, it was his

gall bladder. Tim and I sat through that one and again it was touch and go. It was

a long recover and he only did do that first year. He went back to work but even I

could see that he was not doing well in the job. He went to part time, and finally

three years ago (1990) quit completely. I also felt my health slipping in my

demanding job at the answering service. I had severe colitis and was warned to

quit or suffer the consequences. So four year ago (1990) I gave my notice in just

before Christmas. I really enjoyed not leaving to go to work after 30 years. I

woke up automatically, but turned over and went right back to sleep.

Now we had to learn to get along with each other. Both of us had worked

and our paths crossed only occasionally. Now we had to learn to communicate. It

was hard work but we made it.


Then I decided my husband needed a dog as he was sleeping too much.

Barrie went to loaf for me and came back with a darling Lhasa Opso puppy,

already three month old. We called her Charlee Chan and she is my husbands

pride and joy. Mine, also, I might add. She runs out household with a firm paw.

Tim’s short marriage had broken up cause unknown and he met Wendy

Woody in 1985 and they have been together since. (He left Wendy for other

women and eventually married Jennifer). Barrie met Ivy after his divorce from

Carol, and it was not a marriage made in heaven. She was a lonely girl and God

knows she tried, but she was young and there were just too many obstacles for her.

She left one June day leaving only a note behind and went back east. She was

always good to us and I wish her luck wherever she went.

Then Barrie met Sheryl and I do hope this time is for keeps. They do say

the 3rd time is lucky. Life was moving along and those fates up there decided we

were getting too complaisant and we needed shaking up so early one morning, a

week before Christmas, Charlee would not stop barking so I get up to see what

was disturbing her. Lo and behold a burglar was just leaving our storage area. He

disappeared and I ran to look in. He had broken the lock on the door and cut the

lock off the took chest. The police were called and given a full report when they

arrived. Not a week later, most of our clothes were stolen off our line and a few


days later our landlord was mugged in our alley. We decided that the signs were

point for us to move, so right after Christmas, we set out to look for mobile homes.

That is an education in itself. The ones we liked were either too expensive or

would not take dogs, so every day we came back in disgust.

Finally, I saw an ad in the paper for an estate sale. We cam out to see it

and the price was right, it had a nice yard, a fence and needed few repairs. We

made an offer, it was accepted, and the rest is history. We decided to move in

March and to carry out all the breakables every other day till then and have a

mover haul the rest. What is it they say about the best-laid plans of mice and

Men? Barrie called up mid-Feb., says he is back from Va. And we are being

moved that coming weekend. I said no way, but naturally I was outvoted and Sat.

morning arrives and Barrie and Sheryl and Tim and Wendy. I would like to say it

could not be done, but come Sunday nite everything was out her in El Cajon, even

the snails in the flowerpots had a new home. Of course, I had no idea where

anything was and the boxes were piles as high as the ceiling. The first week, the

toiled overflowed in the small bathroom all over the new carpeting. We had to put

fans out to dry it. I worked till 12 and 1 am every nite for over a month, and

finally could see the floor again. By April the place was perfect and we were ably

to have a tea for my granddaughter Cheri’s engagement.


Living in a mobile home park is another one of those experiences I thin I

can live without. Every month some one is dying and you realize how fragile life

is. Here today gone tomorrow. A rumor will start at one end of the park and

spread like wildfire. By the time it gets to this block, there is hardly a grain of

truth in it. I find it amusing at times and other times annoying>

On the whole, we’re as happy her as we would be anywhere in Ca. My

beloved belongs are around us. Each item has a story behind it and like most old

folks; I can look at something here and remember clearly how it came to be in our

possession. It’s rather hard to explain to one’s sons that you started with nothing

and most everything we own is from our sweat and tears.

We had $2.00 between us when we married, no bit fancy wedding, and no

wedding gifts. Yet, here we are 49 years later, probably going to make 50 years,

and we did it on our own, yet, between us we never had a yearly income of even

$30,000. I hope that when we pass on our rewards that each of our sons will keep

some of the things that we set great store by. When my own parents passed away

there were no photos and no mementos to remember them by, only a tea set of my

grandmothers and I had barely known her.

I rarely mention my parents in this story, mostly because I still have not

come to grips with the love-hate relationship we had. My parents almost


destroyed the three of us, but by leaving young I survived. We will never know

the story of why my brother walked away from his family, but maybe he had to

do it to save his life? I hope he is still alive somewhere.

I was because of my own lack of family life that I so over compensated in

raising my own children. They were going to have the best Christmas, the best

birthdays; company visiting for holidays and whatever was in my power to do for

them to show that we love them. We joined civic assoc., PTA, church groups, boy

scouts and PAL. We sat in the broiling sun and cheered on our eldest son at ball

games. WE were there when he got the God and Country Award, and we burst

our buttons when Barrie was in the Honor Guard at President Kennedy’s funeral

in Washington, D.C. The joy of saving the life on our last and youngest son, and

seeing him today as a strong, intelligent, handsome young man on his way up the

ladder of success. I hope he finds true happiness and contentment soon.

I have not mentioned the teenage years of my three sons except fleeting in

passing, because basically this is my story and each of my sons would require a

book of their own.

We found their teen years difficult, mostly because I myself never had

been around young boys and their pranks that much. I was aware of their evasion

and putting one over on us so to speak. We were terribly disappointed after all our


sacrifices that Pel went off and got married and we didn’t get to share the glory

with him. Then when Barrie left at 17, only a boy really, we were devastated.

Lastly we come to Tim who by this time is practically an only child. A very

difficult young teenager to live with and know. There are some of the reasons

I’ve skipped over those years to painful to relive.

Yet on the other hand I am thankful that this were the years before drugs

and beers, protests, AIDS, etc. I had enough to cope with. They all turned our

well; I hope we are a close family cause in the long run, that is all we have. When

we are gone from this Earth, I want our sons to remember that we were only

ordinary folks, we did all for them and we truly loved each and every one of them.

That is more than I can say for my own parents. I waited 65 years for one of them

to say “I love you,” but they never did. That is why I want to make sure our know

“We love you guys!! You’ve done good!!”



El Cajon, Ca.- June 1990

Educational Articles

Don’t Be Square

quote calligraphy under cup of lemon tea
Don’t Be square was an expression in the 1960’s and 1970’s about being cool.

Don’t Be Square was an expression PA announcer John Carucci used all the time at Kakiat Junior High in Spring Valley, New York in the 1960’s through the 1980’s. John was a Social Studies teacher, Football coach and Teen Center Director. He was a man of the people and loved by his students. Making announcements in the morning was like having his own radio show and John hammed it up everyday on the PA giving teachers funny nicknames and always exaggerating things beyond one’s imagination.

Teaching in the 1960’s and 1970’s was no picnic. Black students were walking out of classes to protest Black Rights. White students were marching against the Vietnam War. Inequality against girls existed in many forms until the Federal government passed Title 9 which guaranteed equal sports opportunities in equipment, coaching, and facilities. Administrators and teachers were always at odds with teachers trying to achieve tenure to protect their jobs and administrators plotting to remove teachers they did not like or were too old. It was the free sex generation, the free drug era and the free dress generation with new civil rights guaranteed. Students wore mini-skirts and boys wore peace t-shirts and baggy pants. Designer jeans were $60. and out of the range of minority students. Designer sneakers could cost $100 to 200 dollars each, yet many minorities managed to buy a pair. What student wore determined how rich they were in the 1960’s. Black students were treated differently than white students in discipline, culture, and respect.

Teachers had to overcome racial bias in their ranks. Administrators were afraid of militant black teachers and did not hire them. Hippie teachers with long hair were more interested in spreading their political agenda than teaching the curriculum. Anti-war demonstrations went on every week in schools. Fake bomb scares were never challenged and students spent many hours wasting outside during bomb scares. Teacher salaries were low and still are today. You had to be crazy to want to become a teacher. During the summer vacations teachers had to find jobs at summer camps and other jobs to survive. Extra assignments for pay like coaching and advisors were most common. Some teachers had three jobs in addition to teaching.

Every four years there was a strike threat because the Boards of Education wanted to prevent teachers from getting increases that match the cost of living. The stress of strike threats every four years forced a lot of good teachers out of the profession.  Many school districts tried to enforce a dress code despite the fact that the rule always went to court and lost. Defining what a woman should wear as a teacher was impossible. Men stopped wearing jacket tie and slacks and dress shoes. Civil rights backfired for many. If the students could dress like slobs, why not the teachers too? Some teachers wore jeans and ripped logo t-shirts to school to teach in to be cool to the students.

Neighborhoods changed over time and when minorities moved in the whites moved out. Student populations in schools expanded in the 1960s and then dropped 50 or 100 students in each school each year. Teachers were fired or forced to be part-time teachers or traveling teachers going from school to school in one day. It was a sad state of affairs for teachers as student populations dropped. Families weren’t having 8 to ten children anymore. They could only afford one or two children because of poor economic times.

Teachers never got rich. Even after they retired they had to work to supplement their low pension rates. In 1967 a starting salary for a teacher was 7,000 and with a Masters degree 7,100 a year plus benefits. Over the years the benefits shrunk. 100% medical coverage went to 60% paid by the teacher and 40% paid by the district. Dental insurance did not exist until the 1980’s.

The 1960s was an era of tension between minorities and majority citizens. It was a time of inequality of women and men, whites and blacks and rich and poor.

What has changed? Very little. Technology has arrived making lazy students copying everything off the internet. Learning to use internet phrases BFF, LOL and forgetting full sentences in good English. A generation of gamers appeared.  Soon a generation of cell phone idiots with the cell phone messaging for communication instead of talking face to face appeared. No wonder students could not think or imagine. They had wrapped their world around a cell phone which played music and transferred pictures and text messages.


Educational Articles

Run Rebels Run

Run Rebels Run by Dr. Pelham Mead.  

This story goes from the Texas Rangers not surrendering in North Carolina at the end of the Civil War and their epic journey back to Mississippi and Texas. Fifteen men from Company F of the Texas Rangers cross the Smokey Mountains with Federal troops on their heels.

When the Texas Rangers finally get back to Texas they are treated as outlaws. With their land taken and their towns destroyed they contact a fellow Texan who is arranging for settlers from Texas to go to Brazil and grow cotton and crops there away from the federal authorities.

On a schooner called the Derby 100 refugee Rebels head to Brazil only to become shipwrecked on the shores of Cuba. The leader has to go to Havana to seek help from the Brazilian embassy. They help him to return to New York to lease another steam ship to take the Texan Rebels to Brazil. Finally, after months on a beach in Cuba a steamship arrives in Havana and the 100 Rebel families board the ship bound for Brazil.

When the families arrive in Brazil they must adapt to jungle life, hot temperatures and humidity that is unbearable. Some seek gold but never find it. Others plant cotton and are successful introducing the steel plow to Brazil to cultivate the ground. Some settlers end inland on the Amazon only to be attack by native Indians. Others go south of Rio de Junero and settle large estates near rivers. Some returned to the United States after three or four difficult years. Some remained and inter-married with the local Brazilians. The Brazilians called them Confederodos. They kept their southern traditions and still survive to this day.

This is the true story about the Confederodos from Texas.