When we lived in Bloomington, Illinois, 1968-1972, I had little interest in having children. I saw enough of children each day at school! But our friends Martha and Harry McDonald did have a child that appealed to me—their 6-year-old daughter Lisa. When my third grade students made mobiles, I made one that I gave to … [Read more…]
Another family that we loved in Bloomington, Illinois, was Steve and Cindy Tandy and their young son Brandon. They had moved there from Kansas and we all went to the same church, as did the Olberdings and Dick Wright. We started what we called our “Gourmet Club” with Olberdings and Tandys. I think there was … [Read more…]
The four years we lived in Bloomington, Illinois, brought many life-long friends our way. We were closest to Mike and Kay Olberding. We all went to church together at the Four Seasons Church of Christ. Mike worked at State Farm Insurance and Kay at that time stayed home with their children, Bruce and Amy. Since … [Read more…]
As Steve drove us across I-74 West through Indianapolis and into Illinois, we took a “walk down Memory Lane.” (Of course I do that every time I go for a walk in our small town because our street is just off Memory Lane, but you understand.) This was one that went back to 1968 when … [Read more…]
My most effective speech ever was one of which I am no longer proud. Our teachers’ union in Bloomington, Illinois, had tried to negotiate with the new superintendent all summer, but he was like a stone wall—and not in the good sense of Stonewall Jackson. He didn’t understand the concept of negotiation, of give and … [Read more…]
