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Letters to the Editor

Keith Will Be Missed

Thank you for the special article remembering Keith School. It brought back memories of a special time in life with a special group of classmates. My sister, Sheila, and I both attended Keith School from 1959 to 1965.

The teachers I remember include Mrs. Lida Fleming, Mrs. Millie Shank, Ms. Bernice Gottschalk, Mr. Jack Kuhns, Mr. Maurice Zacur, and Mr. Leonard DeFabo. All the student teachers were an important part of our education and were very special as well.

One happy day was when Keith School’s principal, Mr. Samuel Hoenstine, gave us and our parents permission to bring our pet lamb to school to show our classmates when we were in fourth and fifth grades. The saddest day was when the entire student body was called into the auditorium to watch the news of President John Kennedy’s assassination on a real television.

I returned to Keith School later when I attended IUP and sat in some of the very same classrooms as I did in my earlier grades. While the building will be gone forever, the memories of Keith School will be cherished throughout the lives of those who attended this model school. It was special, and it was personal, and I will miss seeing the familiar structure on my trips back to Indiana.

Barbara Nehrig Allison ’72, M’77
Lubbock, TX

Other Ways to ‘Perform’

I read your piece about Ben McAdoo in the magazine. I went to school with Jim Haslett [’91], who is always mentioned in NFL talk, and traveled to student teaching with Tony Marciano [’78]. I also worked as a student athletic trainer at IUP with these guys and countless other student-athletes along the way. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Randy Kegerreis [’79], who introduced me to the late Vic Liscinsky [professor emeritus] and started me in my career as an athletic trainer.

I am so proud to have worked with other IUP alumni such as Tom Gibbons [’89] in scouting while in Buffalo. Also, Jack [’69] and Chad Henry [’96, M’98] coaching and scouting, respectively, while in Detroit—proving it is a small world, and IUP pride is everywhere.

My journey has taken me more places than I could ever have imagined: Seven years in the NFL between Buffalo and Detroit. Three consecutive Super Bowls in my first three years is something that doesn’t happen very often, if ever again. Honestly, I would have been satisfied with the time that I interned for two summers in Detroit just as a summer job.

So I write to you to say there are other ways to “perform” in the NFL without suiting up. Also, while I worked in Buffalo, someone from the magazine wrote an article on what I did with the Buffalo Bills and how I got there. So I just wanted to toot my own horn a little bit.

I enjoy reading about the talented students who have come to IUP to excel in their chosen endeavors. I also enjoy keeping up on our outstanding alumni the magazine presents each issue.

I apologize if I left anyone out.

Bill Ford ’79
Clifton, NJ

Design Recruits

I just finished reading my latest IUP Magazine and thought the photo on page 23 looked familiar. The longer I looked at it, the more I recognized myself in the photo. I am the young woman standing in the car on the right, the fourth person from the right side of the photo.

At first, I thought this was a group of students who might have been honored with a scholarship to the Art Department (I was an art major). But the more I thought about the photo, I remembered being involved with the paste-up and layout design of the 1971 yearbook, the Oak. I dug out my copy of the yearbook and, sure enough, there was the same photo on page 315! I was taking a class in commercial design from Robert Slenker, who is standing at the far right side in the photo. I think he was the faculty advisor for the yearbook and encouraged anyone who was interested in helping to do so. It was not required for the actual class. I recognize some of the other faces in the photo as fellow art majors, but I do not have any names to connect with the faces.

Cindy Mulhollen ’73
Ventura, CA

Familiar Photo

I was surprised to see a familiar photo in IUP Magazine. This photo was taken for the 1971 Oak yearbook. It shows the junior members of editor H. K. Miller’s [’72, M’74] Arts and Graphics staff. For fear of misspelling, I will only identify three in this photo. Far right is Robert Slenker, advisor and IUP art teacher. Kneeling is Chris Weiland [’72]. The car is his Jaguar. I am the third from the left with the blond, short hair.

Sue Vollmer Ward ’72
Brookfield, CT

She Can Name Six

This photo is probably from 1970 or ’71. I’m not sure if it is the Art Club, but at least five are art students. Kathleen McGinley [Stewart ’72] is the first girl in the plaid bell-bottoms. Beth Yoe [Fiddler ’72] is next to her. Crouching in front is Chris Weiland. Third from the right, with leg crossed, is John Skrabalak [’72]. Next is Rebecca Bromyard Kinneer (me) in the patchwork skirt, and the man on the end is design instructor Robert Slenker.

Rebecca Bromyard Kinneer ’72
Mount Pleasant, PA

Editor’s Note: Chuck Byers ’72, Billie Buckingham Byers ’72, and Dona Sankey Hegner ’72 also identified Colleen McCullough Tyler ’72 in the photo. Others who contacted archivist Harrison Wick included Helen Wloczewski Londergan ’71, Jim Nagle ’77, John Skrabalak, and retired IUP art professor Chris Weiland.

Staying on Course

I graduated from IUP in 1968. I’ve been back to IUP once for the memorial to our golf coach in those days, Mr. Bernard Ganley. In my 30 years away from campus, the campus became almost unrecognizable, save the academic buildings around Sutton Hall. I retired from the Dow Chemical Company in 2004 after 34 years with Dow as a senior account executive in our polyolefins business. I spent most of my sales career in New York and Boston, then retired to Pinehurst, North Carolina.

IUP golf team with Norman Zanetti

Members of the IUP golf team during their visit with Norman Zanetti ’68 at his home in Pinehurst, North Carolina. Front row, from left: Max Kirsch, Josh Bartley, Tyler Erb, and John Foley. Back row: Kenny Sames, Brett Geiser ’16, Norman Zanetti, Mike Hoare. Photo courtesy of Norman Zanetti

Golfing in high school and at IUP proved to be very beneficial in my career at Dow. I was able to entertain many CEOs and purchasing managers on many of the best courses in North America. Golf proved to be a great relationship-building activity throughout my career.

In March, during IUP’s spring break, I welcomed IUP golfers to Pinehurst for a round of golf at Pinewild Country Club and a cookout at my home. We had an enjoyable day together. A fine young and talented group of players will represent IUP well in this year’s tournament schedule. My advice to them: Get your degree and use your skills at golf to help in your career.

Norman Zanetti ’68
Pinehurst, NC

Life of a Student Handyman

I wanted to share some thoughts based on my experiences at Indiana State Teachers College. I doubt that very many students at IUP can relate to just how hard it was for some of us to get a college education.

It was not the studies; it was the effort put forth to survive…literally.

To begin with, I lost a football scholarship at Youngstown University because of a knee injury. That happened in August 1952. I had no money and no idea how to get into another college at such a late date. Then several angels came to my rescue. The first was my high school chemistry teacher, Charles J. (Jack) Shontz [’50], and his wife, Gladys [Snively Shontz ’40]. He later got his PhD from Pitt and was on the faculty and administration at Clarion for years. Jack arranged a hasty interview with another angel, Dr. Dwight Sollberger, head of the ISTC Science Department, who agreed to put in a good word for me with the Admissions office. So, I was accepted but still had no money. Dr. Shontz and Gladys then proposed to loan me $100—$50 for each of the first two semesters. Can you believe that, $100 to go to college? In this day and age, one can hardly buy a book for that price, but believe it or not, that $100 paid for my administrative fees and my books for two semesters!

So I was off to college at Indiana, but while I had a bit of money saved from a summer job, it would pay only for food and rent for a room (shared with two other fellows) for a couple of months. Things looked a bit bleak.

But I had always worked. (Awhile back, just to impress my children and grandchildren, I sat down and made a list of all the part-time jobs I had. The time frame extended from the age of 10 until my graduation from ISTC. There was a total of 38!)

So it was back to work. Thanks to a brick contractor back home in Oklahoma (a small community across the Kiski River from Apollo), a steel foundry, the post office at Christmas, summers building houses, etc., I was able to keep going.

The one major job that saved my college career was the Brown Hotel, down on Water and Sixth Street behind the Indiana courthouse. The part-time jobs at the college, i.e., raking endless miles (it seemed) of leaves in the fall in the Oak Grove, washing lab ware, and cutting limbs from Christmas tree stumps on the Musser farm, were not generating enough money to stay in school. It was then that a miracle occurred.

The Student Employment office asked if I would be interested in becoming the handyman at the Brown Hotel. The current student handyman was a senior and off to do his student teaching. Of course I took it. The job consisted of sweeping the bar each morning before going to class, taking out the ashes from a coal-fired furnace, scrubbing and waxing the bar and drink room area, shoveling snow, washing windows, and just doing anything that was asked of me. The pay was my room and $10 per week! Can’t believe I was able to live on 10 bucks a week. I did it by doing the following: For breakfast I could go to a local coffee shop and get a glazed donut and a cup of coffee, to which I added so much cream and sugar it was almost undrinkable. But I think it cost only 25 cents. That carried me through to lunch, which was the same every day at the Trailways bus station: a bowl of tomato soup and a hot dog for, I think, 50 cents. Dinner was at the same restaurant every day, and a chicken pot pie was available for 65 cents.

Once I had my Saturday duties completed, I was free to hitchhike to Oklahoma and work the weekend for the contractor.

I was able to keep acceptable grades, but it was a grind. Living alone at the hotel did not afford me the advantages of being able to study with my friends who lived in the dorms and fraternity houses, and weekend work took its toll. One semester, I remember taking 18 hours consisting of Organic Chemistry, Physical Chemistry, Botany II, Anatomy and Physiology, and advanced ROTC. It was a killer.

Unfortunately, my weekend work schedule conflicted so much that I had to drop out of the drill team and rifle team, thereby disqualifying me from being designated a Distinguished Military Student, which would have allowed me to apply for a commission in the regular Army as opposed to the reserves.

But I made it and have few, if any, regrets. We were tough people and used to dealing with adversity. I became the first in my entire family to even go to, let alone graduate from, college. As they say in the military, “It builds character.”

But it was more than worth it. My education at Indiana has provided me with a great career in the world of chemistry.

Joe Whiten ’56
El Dorado Hills, California

Editor’s Note: Joe Whiten had a career as a research chemist and continues to work in chemical sales and sales management.