Hilltop Elementary was bulldozed and sent to oblivion. But as Captain Kirk about Mr. Spock after he died, he not's dead as long as we remember him. I have created the blogger dedicated to the memory of Hilltop Elementary and hope to gather stories and pictures from those who went to Hilltop about their experience and teachers.
PS Does anybody have a picture of Hilltop Elementary so I can put it on the web site?
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Facebook!
Looks like Facebook revolution is replacing the Blogger revolution....go to group and look for
Hilltop Elementary Rocked!
You'll find a whole lotta folks there including Mr. Schlamb and Ms. Baron
Hilltop Elementary Rocked!
You'll find a whole lotta folks there including Mr. Schlamb and Ms. Baron
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Welcome from Eric Brody
Welcome to Hilltop Elementary School Blogger. Last July, I stopped by to show my daughter the elementary school I attended only to be shocked that it was razed and sent to oblivion.
So I've decide to create this website and post pictures and gather the Hilltop folks together to preserve a critical part of American history. If you've attended hilltop and have pictures and great stories to tell - send them to me at ericalanbrody@yahoo.com and I will update the blogger and keep everyone posted on new items such as Kent Moss just got divorced in Australia will soon be joining the force here.
So I've decide to create this website and post pictures and gather the Hilltop folks together to preserve a critical part of American history. If you've attended hilltop and have pictures and great stories to tell - send them to me at ericalanbrody@yahoo.com and I will update the blogger and keep everyone posted on new items such as Kent Moss just got divorced in Australia will soon be joining the force here.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Memories from Stephanie Hammond (Smith)
Saw your Hilltop blog. My name is Stephanie Hammond and my older brother Paul and I lived on Chisholm at the end of the circle.
I think I was in Kindergarten when you guys came through. Hilltop closed after 2nd grade and then we went to Reed for 3rd. I'm 1989 grad Here's my thoughts...
Although I live in Minnesota now, my St Louis visits include a swing by the old neighborhood. Someone really nailed my sentiment when they said it was a neighborhood not just a school. With an older brother with older friends, I was a frequent tag-along and heard lots of stories from the upper classes. We spent lots of time up on the playground, playing ball, lava creatures, tennis, basketball. It was a park in the off hours. No adult supervision -- just fun. Our time in the Timberman's fort (right across from the school) was a favorite until somehow a fire got started there and once again my parents created some boundaries. We'd run the backyards of all the houses up to the school just like tons of kids did. (Later when we started bus rides, there was a stop at Alice/Hilltop, Chisholm/Hilltop, Comstock/Hilltop, Arrowhead at the curve, at the school and then out of the neighborhood. I would miss one of the stops and would need to run to catch the bus. This helped make me ready for HS track team!)
Running through yards was just as natural to run in yards as staying on the streets. No one minded. We'd cut through the bushes behind Nicole Hammond's house to get to Brightling. I remember when they closed off Chisholm to Collingwood by a chain and stop sign and I couldn't understand why. And the huge windstorm that ripped up the sidewalks when so many trees along Collingwood were toppled. I remember when they cut the trees down behind the school and it became a Star Wars hideout. Not sure if the trees were damaged first but I just remember them being down. We played with light saber sticks until my Dad finally found out where we were playing. That's when Star Wars was first released and I hadn't seen it yet but everyone dressed like one of the characters from the movie in the Halloween parade. What an awesome tradition!!
I have pictures of the bike parade for 1976 bicentennial and I just remember so many people houses had US flags out and came outside for our parade. And it was a good year for Halloween because I got to go out with Paul for the first time. Came home loaded! Every house on every street north of the school was fair game. No x-rays. No adults driving along in their cars. Neighborhood trust. You knew houses by who lived there not their numbers. I wish my son had an experience like Hilltop. I remember dirt clod wars on bikes. Riding to the recycling center and across the railroad tracks back by the bagel factory and all the Dielman industrial area. Then we learned the path to Indian Meadows and the post office by cutting through the parking lots and head past Dielman school. As we got older we were given more distance. Then we could finally cross Olive which opened things up like Burger Chef!
The lunch room at Hilltop was awesome because all the classes ate at the same time. You saw the older kids and knew their names. You wanted to be like them. I remember taking pennies to school to buy a milk card. Lunch boxes were IT. Dukes of Hazzard. Disney characters. Oh yeah, star wars... We did a school musical in May in the lunch room/cafeteria. Still have the 1978 program. Kenny Black and my brother played the piano. Mr. Quarells was the story teller and the first graders did the Peter Rabbit portion of the program that is really vivid. The boy scouts met there and they did Hansel and Gretl. We spent hours making the candy house out of cardboard and sweets.
The all-school race around the perimeter of the school was a favorite day of the year for me. I loved beating the older kids and got my first running medal and it's engraved with the school name on the back. Mrs. Giles took our artwork (somewhere?) and entered them in a contest. The day she came back and handed out the ribbons to so many in my class really stands out. Birthday parties were with kids on my street not my classmates necessarily. I had lots of big brothers and sisters in the neighborhood.
And a bunch of random memories: Mom walking me to school at the top of our street on my first day of Kindergarten...voting booths in the library...climbing the tree to get balls and frisbees off the roof, jumping down the back stairwell landing...dodgeball...square dancing in gym...chanting "girls base" from the white jungle gym while we taunted the boys...learning cheers from the older girls...watching Letter People in the 3rd grade classroom where the TV was.... catching lightning bugs in jars...playing Indian Bat Ball at the end of the circle...A class petition to get Coach Probst? fired because he was so mean to the kids...Mr Schlamb's Davey Bones locker and my hope that someday he'd be MY teacher too...letters from Mrs. Baron over the summer welcoming me to her class and encouraging me to read...the bookmobile coming to the school parking lot and spending hours there...my first kiss...the day we learned that Hilltop would close and that our class would be split up between three third grade classes... feeling like the kids in Indian Meadows on the after school activity bus were a lot like the Hilltop kids and not like the rest...learning that people shopped at THE mall rather than at Kmart and Venture and Grandpa Pigeons or mom making my clothes...school being vacant on Jewish holidays...the day the busdriver Phil dropped me off MY house...the day I figured out that my parents were "lower middle class" and that there was something different about our side of Olive Blvd...
After Mrs. Moore taught our K year, she moved to California because I remember her pointing the state out on the map. We had Mrs. Baron for 1st and 2nd grades and they combined us for the last year before our transfer to Reed. I was pleased that we had a Hilltop picture taken at our 10th reunion and plan on it again for our 20th.
Thanks for creating the blog. Stephanie
I think I was in Kindergarten when you guys came through. Hilltop closed after 2nd grade and then we went to Reed for 3rd. I'm 1989 grad Here's my thoughts...
Although I live in Minnesota now, my St Louis visits include a swing by the old neighborhood. Someone really nailed my sentiment when they said it was a neighborhood not just a school. With an older brother with older friends, I was a frequent tag-along and heard lots of stories from the upper classes. We spent lots of time up on the playground, playing ball, lava creatures, tennis, basketball. It was a park in the off hours. No adult supervision -- just fun. Our time in the Timberman's fort (right across from the school) was a favorite until somehow a fire got started there and once again my parents created some boundaries. We'd run the backyards of all the houses up to the school just like tons of kids did. (Later when we started bus rides, there was a stop at Alice/Hilltop, Chisholm/Hilltop, Comstock/Hilltop, Arrowhead at the curve, at the school and then out of the neighborhood. I would miss one of the stops and would need to run to catch the bus. This helped make me ready for HS track team!)
Running through yards was just as natural to run in yards as staying on the streets. No one minded. We'd cut through the bushes behind Nicole Hammond's house to get to Brightling. I remember when they closed off Chisholm to Collingwood by a chain and stop sign and I couldn't understand why. And the huge windstorm that ripped up the sidewalks when so many trees along Collingwood were toppled. I remember when they cut the trees down behind the school and it became a Star Wars hideout. Not sure if the trees were damaged first but I just remember them being down. We played with light saber sticks until my Dad finally found out where we were playing. That's when Star Wars was first released and I hadn't seen it yet but everyone dressed like one of the characters from the movie in the Halloween parade. What an awesome tradition!!
I have pictures of the bike parade for 1976 bicentennial and I just remember so many people houses had US flags out and came outside for our parade. And it was a good year for Halloween because I got to go out with Paul for the first time. Came home loaded! Every house on every street north of the school was fair game. No x-rays. No adults driving along in their cars. Neighborhood trust. You knew houses by who lived there not their numbers. I wish my son had an experience like Hilltop. I remember dirt clod wars on bikes. Riding to the recycling center and across the railroad tracks back by the bagel factory and all the Dielman industrial area. Then we learned the path to Indian Meadows and the post office by cutting through the parking lots and head past Dielman school. As we got older we were given more distance. Then we could finally cross Olive which opened things up like Burger Chef!
The lunch room at Hilltop was awesome because all the classes ate at the same time. You saw the older kids and knew their names. You wanted to be like them. I remember taking pennies to school to buy a milk card. Lunch boxes were IT. Dukes of Hazzard. Disney characters. Oh yeah, star wars... We did a school musical in May in the lunch room/cafeteria. Still have the 1978 program. Kenny Black and my brother played the piano. Mr. Quarells was the story teller and the first graders did the Peter Rabbit portion of the program that is really vivid. The boy scouts met there and they did Hansel and Gretl. We spent hours making the candy house out of cardboard and sweets.
The all-school race around the perimeter of the school was a favorite day of the year for me. I loved beating the older kids and got my first running medal and it's engraved with the school name on the back. Mrs. Giles took our artwork (somewhere?) and entered them in a contest. The day she came back and handed out the ribbons to so many in my class really stands out. Birthday parties were with kids on my street not my classmates necessarily. I had lots of big brothers and sisters in the neighborhood.
And a bunch of random memories: Mom walking me to school at the top of our street on my first day of Kindergarten...voting booths in the library...climbing the tree to get balls and frisbees off the roof, jumping down the back stairwell landing...dodgeball...square dancing in gym...chanting "girls base" from the white jungle gym while we taunted the boys...learning cheers from the older girls...watching Letter People in the 3rd grade classroom where the TV was.... catching lightning bugs in jars...playing Indian Bat Ball at the end of the circle...A class petition to get Coach Probst? fired because he was so mean to the kids...Mr Schlamb's Davey Bones locker and my hope that someday he'd be MY teacher too...letters from Mrs. Baron over the summer welcoming me to her class and encouraging me to read...the bookmobile coming to the school parking lot and spending hours there...my first kiss...the day we learned that Hilltop would close and that our class would be split up between three third grade classes... feeling like the kids in Indian Meadows on the after school activity bus were a lot like the Hilltop kids and not like the rest...learning that people shopped at THE mall rather than at Kmart and Venture and Grandpa Pigeons or mom making my clothes...school being vacant on Jewish holidays...the day the busdriver Phil dropped me off MY house...the day I figured out that my parents were "lower middle class" and that there was something different about our side of Olive Blvd...
After Mrs. Moore taught our K year, she moved to California because I remember her pointing the state out on the map. We had Mrs. Baron for 1st and 2nd grades and they combined us for the last year before our transfer to Reed. I was pleased that we had a Hilltop picture taken at our 10th reunion and plan on it again for our 20th.
Thanks for creating the blog. Stephanie
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I saw Mr. Shlamb and Mrs. Baron
I was in St Louis last week having dinner with Lori Lipkind and Lisa Kelvin. They mentioned that Mr. Schlamb was still teaching at Old Bonhomme. I went over and peeked through the doorway. He looked totally different, but sure enough, it was the one and only Mr. Schlamb. He glanced over and walked over me and said "Eric Brody!" And I haven't even seen or talked to him in about 30 years!!!!!
We talked during lunch. I can see what a great teacher he was and still is. I taught his kids sign language for about 15 minutes and can see the sparks in their eyes.
Two days later I got a call from another great teacher - Mrs. Baron. We drank a beer and chatted for a while. She's now working at Washington U. She admitted that she missed teaching elementary schoool
Ben Zoma said "Who is wise? One who learns from every man. As is stated "From all my teachers I have grown wise..."
Sometimes we take everything in life for granted. If we stop to think about our lifes, we have been positively influenced not just by our family, friends, parents, but our many teachers since pre-school and kidergarten.
Here's to you Mr. Shlamb and Mrs. Baron....I will always be grateful for all you've taught me and remember you with a warm heart. I wish you many more years of good healths and blessings.
We talked during lunch. I can see what a great teacher he was and still is. I taught his kids sign language for about 15 minutes and can see the sparks in their eyes.
Two days later I got a call from another great teacher - Mrs. Baron. We drank a beer and chatted for a while. She's now working at Washington U. She admitted that she missed teaching elementary schoool
Ben Zoma said "Who is wise? One who learns from every man. As is stated "From all my teachers I have grown wise..."
Sometimes we take everything in life for granted. If we stop to think about our lifes, we have been positively influenced not just by our family, friends, parents, but our many teachers since pre-school and kidergarten.
Here's to you Mr. Shlamb and Mrs. Baron....I will always be grateful for all you've taught me and remember you with a warm heart. I wish you many more years of good healths and blessings.
Dot your i's and cross your t's!
Mr. Schlamb asked what I remembered after 30 years. I told him how he use to grade my papers and tell me over and over again to dot my i's and cross my t's. I would then watch him on the blackboard and then yell at him in front of the class "You forgot to dot your i's!"
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Lori Lipkind's reflection (My kindergarten girlfriend)
Hi Lori
Remember me ? Your first sweetie! I crack up knowing you were the first girl I kissed. I was talking with Kent Moss last night and remeniscing about the old days..... I'm curious what your memories of those days were? Do you have a picture of you when you were in kindergarten? and now? Come on - let me see it! Cheers, Eric
Hey Eric!
I get so much spam I almost missed your email! Yep, I sure do remember dragging you behind the bookcase and smooching! You were rather reluctant but then you came around nicely! I now have a 3 and a half year old daughter (and a one and a half year old son) and believe it or not my daughter Isabel is a terrible flirt herself. She has a crush at preschool and one across the street. (She comes by it naturally, I guess!)
I have the most wonderful memories of Hilltop school, our class, and the neighborhood. Things were never the same for me after we moved. When we moved to our new neighborhood, I was bullied so terribly it took me forever to get over it. It was only a couple of miles away but what a difference between environments! Hilltop was the warmest, most accepting community and the teachers at Hilltop were so creative. I see Mrs. Baron a few times a year; she belongs to my temple. She looks the same and is so sweet!
I have the best memories of being part of that 13 member class with you, David, Kent, Scott, Heidi & Kelli, (whatever happened to them?) Miriam, Leslie, and Carol. Who am I missing? Oh, right, Paul Brown! Memories? so many I can't possibly write them all down now! What I will tell you is that I really believe that growing up with you guys and in our neighborhood was the best part of my childhood. I didn't appreciate it or realize it at the time, of course, but I think we all had a sense of connectedness at Hilltop?don't you?
Please send Kent and anyone else you're in touch with my email address. Send me your address and I'll send you a picture! I have plenty from back then! (sorry, I'm sortof technologically in the dark ages?still prefer real film, don't have a digital camera, etc.
Well, my daughter is demanding a story, so I've gotta skedaddle. Email me your address and I'll send some pictures that I can scrape up. When you have a moment, send me a few of your own memories of those days; I'd love to read them!
Fondly,Lori
Monday, November 05, 2007
Reunion at Mrs. Baron's house one day!
Just got word that our reunion at Hilltop will be graciously hosted by none other but the Great Mrs. Baron one day. Send me email or of other folks if interested...
Friday, November 02, 2007
Walking my daughter to school
When I was a kid, I lived in Ladue and my mom would drive me to Hilltop everyday unlike most of the kids who lived in the neighborhood and walked to school.
Well I own a house in Santa Barbara right across the street from the Elementary school. Walking her to school one day, I told her about Hilltop and how I dreamed of living near and walking to school. Then with a big smile on my face, I told her I was living my dreams vicariously through her.
She smirked and rolled her eyeball up...
Miriam Zoole McCarty!
Hey Eric -
All's well for me. I just separated from my husband of 19 1/2 years. It was my idea and a few years in the making - shit happens you know. I have two girls; Samantha 16 and Leah 10.
Catch up - Sam is a sophomore and is doubling up on science, plays the sax and cello and loves to sing. She will be testing for her black belt in Tae Kwon Do on April 7, 2007 (everyone's invited!). She has a great personality, never excludes anyone at school (her friends range from nerds to goths) and is my tom-boy. She wants to go to Brown University, be a forensic scientist and run her own Tae Kwon Do studio one day.
Leah is my girly girl. She is a purple belt in Tae Kwan Do and is the fastest girl at school during the annual time trials and endurance run (she actually out runs every boy but one or two each year!). She wants to be a fashion designer and go to Stanford.
Me - I just started Cardio Kickboxing and I've been taking Hapkido for 3 months. I'll be double testing on my belt level this winter and will be a purple belt. I am ordained and do about 10-12 weddings a year. Not a lot of money in that - but fun. My "real" job is as a Network Engineer. I don't like it much. I just started as the Executive Editor of Around the World Publications - a start up publishing company (if you have a submission please e-mail a query letter to publisher@worlds-eyes.com) and I'm also in the start up venture of Warrior Marketing. I'm hoping these two new positions will spin up so I can leave the world of Network engineering. The two new positions are actually through my new boyfriend; Bud. We're starting the marketing company together, but the publishing company was already in place as his son published a book at the age of 12; "The World Through A Child's Eyes" (not available on-line or in major stores). Michael edited it himself and when I mentioned some editing mistakest to Bud he said, then you do it. So that's how I got the job. As far as the marketing gig - that was my idea. He's putting up the capital and I'll be getting 30-50% of the income (we need to figure that portion out). He's a fantastic man that loves me very much. That's a really good thing. He's taking me to Homestead Crater in December so I can get my SCUBA diving certificate. We're going to the Bahamas in February, a cruise in late June and for my 40th birthday in March - he's taking me to Rio. Can't beat the generosity, but the love and respect is far greater.
I don't hear from the Hilltop gang. I caught up with Heidi and Kelly in our senior year of high school - they were both going to go to BYU I think . Haven't heard from them since. I see Lori Lipkind every few years. Robin Kanefield died a few years back from the heart condition she had. Remember the time I accidentally racked Paul Brown in 5th grade? I had all the 4th, 5th, and 6th grade boys try to beat me up. Mr. Schlamb couldn't do anything because it was off school property but he gave me solid advice, don't let your pride get in the way. So I let one of the boys (can't remember who) get a punch in. Now you remember how tough I was right? Well when he hit me I started crying and the boys backed off 'cause they'd never seen me cry before. I took the opportunity to run as fast as I could! I will never forget that day.
Mrs. Martz lives not too far from my mom and Debbie's girls have baby sat for her. Mr. Schlamb is at the high school and I try to see him every once in a while. His twins graduated this year. I saw Mrs. Baron at CRC (reform synagogue) about 3 years back when her daughter Emily went off to college. Mr. B is dead. Mrs. Hertline is dead. Mrs Hess is probably dead. Coach Bruce went on to the high school and got fired for having a relationship with one of the students (so I heard) . Mrs. Giles (art) worked at Old Bonhomme when I transferred there in 6th grade. Mike Poole should be on your list as far as students in our class. Eileen Diggins was also in our k-garten class. I see her every few years when I can get in town and she can get away from work. I'm sure I'll remember a few more. Kindergarten was our largest class at 13 kids. Now classes have 20 - 40 kids!!!
My dad died Dec 1, 2000 of pancreatic cancer. My mom remarried two years ago to my sister Liz's (Beth) husband's dad. Becky will be remarrying this June. Her eldest got married last year (and is now pregnant - I'm going to be a grand-aunt!!!) and her 2d daughter this June. Liz has two kids, Mark has one son from his 1st marriage, Debbie has two girls from her first marriage and a son from her second.
I think that catches you up on the Zooles. I still remember not only the Passovers, but your birthday party where we watched Planet of the Apes. I CANNOT watch that movie without remembering that party.
I have some class pictures that I will try to find, scan and send to you - not sure if I have pictures of the school itself. Oh yeah. I heard Mrs. Devaney died and I heard something about Mrs. Ross but can't remember… (someone in my brother's class hosted a Hilltop reunion a few years ago but couldn't get ahold of many people)
OK - gotta go to work. Thanks for hosting the Hilltop Blog - I always thought Hilltop got the shaft when it came to the Ladue school district; we were on the poor side of town and didn't have a large population.
Take care!
- Miriam
Miriam Zoole McCarty
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Mark Zoole !
Hey Eric,
I hope you're doing well. Please pass my regards on to your brothers and parents. I don't know if you heard that my father, Jere, died about six years ago. I hope everyone in your family's doing well. I think with surprising frequency and fondness on the Passovers together with you all.
Kindest Regards,
Mark Zoole
2931 Greentop
St. Louis, MO 63119
(314) 963-12087
Lisa Kelvin (Korenblat) sweet misty watercolor memories
Eric, I’ve known you since you and David began Kindergarten at Hilltop and have continued to see you over the years while you were at UCSD, your wedding, David’s wedding and other times you’ve visited St. Louis. But, I distinctly remember you being very upset when you drove Riva by the familiar lot known as Hilltop School and it was no longer there. Here are some of my fond memories of that beloved school and neighborhood.
We would all walk to school because we lived too close for the buses to drive us and we would all take too long to walk home (especially in the snow) because it was fun just goofing around. One time at recess, Julie Rosen (Feldman), Felicia Wilson (Moss) and I were trying to build a fire behind some bushes on the west side of the playground near Lori Lipkind’s house and we didn’t hear the school bell. When our teacher came out to get us, we were covered in black soot from the friction of the sticks. I remember hearing about my brother, David climbing into a trash can while in kindergarten and falling out on the pavement. He still has a scar on his chin. At recess, our class use to play in the evergreen bushes, we had a girls and boys fort and we wouldn’t let the dudes in ours because back then we could play exclusionary games. I remember dodge ball on the brick wall in the rear of the building. I hated dodge ball, Julie loved it. There was one time on the swings when Felicia revealed to Julie, Leah and I that she did not have a shirt under her hoodie, she was then asked by Mr. Schlamb to remove it and when she refused and told him the reason, she was sent home to change her outfit. I remember that we were all friends even though we were all different. Hilltop was a place where everyone knew each other and knew everyone’s business because it wasn’t just a school it was a neighborhood. All of the kids from all different grade levels and different backgrounds would play kickball, tennis, football and hockey in the streets until the lights came on-Then your parents’ would yell out the door (in your case, call) and tell you it was time for dinner.
When the rumor about Hilltop closing became true, my class was the first one to enter Reed School. What, a place where we had to be fashionable and not wear Sears or JCPenny clothing? A place where the average mean was a six figure income (in the 70’s) and we had to go to school with three classes per grade compared to one. This was unheard of… But, we got use to it and soldiered on…
After moving from my childhood home in the Hilltop neighborhood and various apartments, Kevin (’87 grad) and I moved to Boston for three years and then to NY for one and back to St. Louis four years ago. Believe it or not, we moved to Olivette, 5 minutes from the old neighborhood. My daughter, Jamie is in kindergarten at Reed and my son, Aaron is attending Ladue Early Childhood Center. We love it! I still talk to parents who have children at Old Bonhomme and they say people request Mr. Schlamb. He’s still the favorite and he still has Mr. Davey Bones. My Mom remains at her castle on Arrowhead and Julie’s Mom is also still in the neighborhood. Leah Bernstein (Silberman) bought her Mom’s house on Iroquois and has been rehabbing it ever since, like the rest of us. They are beginning to tear down homes individually and rebuild the community. Even as the new styles come in, we will always remember the old and have a place in our hearts for Hilltop School.
We would all walk to school because we lived too close for the buses to drive us and we would all take too long to walk home (especially in the snow) because it was fun just goofing around. One time at recess, Julie Rosen (Feldman), Felicia Wilson (Moss) and I were trying to build a fire behind some bushes on the west side of the playground near Lori Lipkind’s house and we didn’t hear the school bell. When our teacher came out to get us, we were covered in black soot from the friction of the sticks. I remember hearing about my brother, David climbing into a trash can while in kindergarten and falling out on the pavement. He still has a scar on his chin. At recess, our class use to play in the evergreen bushes, we had a girls and boys fort and we wouldn’t let the dudes in ours because back then we could play exclusionary games. I remember dodge ball on the brick wall in the rear of the building. I hated dodge ball, Julie loved it. There was one time on the swings when Felicia revealed to Julie, Leah and I that she did not have a shirt under her hoodie, she was then asked by Mr. Schlamb to remove it and when she refused and told him the reason, she was sent home to change her outfit. I remember that we were all friends even though we were all different. Hilltop was a place where everyone knew each other and knew everyone’s business because it wasn’t just a school it was a neighborhood. All of the kids from all different grade levels and different backgrounds would play kickball, tennis, football and hockey in the streets until the lights came on-Then your parents’ would yell out the door (in your case, call) and tell you it was time for dinner.
When the rumor about Hilltop closing became true, my class was the first one to enter Reed School. What, a place where we had to be fashionable and not wear Sears or JCPenny clothing? A place where the average mean was a six figure income (in the 70’s) and we had to go to school with three classes per grade compared to one. This was unheard of… But, we got use to it and soldiered on…
After moving from my childhood home in the Hilltop neighborhood and various apartments, Kevin (’87 grad) and I moved to Boston for three years and then to NY for one and back to St. Louis four years ago. Believe it or not, we moved to Olivette, 5 minutes from the old neighborhood. My daughter, Jamie is in kindergarten at Reed and my son, Aaron is attending Ladue Early Childhood Center. We love it! I still talk to parents who have children at Old Bonhomme and they say people request Mr. Schlamb. He’s still the favorite and he still has Mr. Davey Bones. My Mom remains at her castle on Arrowhead and Julie’s Mom is also still in the neighborhood. Leah Bernstein (Silberman) bought her Mom’s house on Iroquois and has been rehabbing it ever since, like the rest of us. They are beginning to tear down homes individually and rebuild the community. Even as the new styles come in, we will always remember the old and have a place in our hearts for Hilltop School.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
From Deb Zoole-Israeli
Email 2:
Sure, you can post it! I ended up having lunch with Susan today and we talked about how Mrs. Martz would check to see if you had a clean desk. She also said that Mrs. Martz called her mother at work because she didn't have a clean desk and in order to clean it Susie put things in other classmates desks. I laughed so hard... Could you imagine if a teacher called you at work for that today? In a way, it's what is missing, the closeness, the familiarity. It's hard to get that! Susan also reminded me of how Mrs. Ross smelled of coffee and cigarettes, how did that slip my mind? I have a picture of my 1983- 20 year class reunion. We took a special picture of the Hilltop kids. I'll have to find that, scan it and send it to you.
Deb
Email 1:
Hi Eric,
I read some of the stuff on the web-site. My kids are now going to Ladue, well 2 of them are... Emily, the oldest is at UMKC, she graduated last year.
Anyway, let me back track a little. I don't know if Jack ever told you or not, but we ran into each other on a plane headed for New Mexico. We both lived there at the same time. I think we saw each other once, maybe twice on planes/ in airports, that's it. Like Mark, I do remember all the Passover celebrations we had to together and that your dad would continue to hide the afikoman until each child had found it and got a reward. I remember how cool I thought your mom was and still is, she could work on her own car!
Skip forward... I got divorced in the early 90's got remarried in '95 and I have three kids-
Emily 18 UMKC, Maggie 17 Junior at Ladue, Daniel 10 at Old Bonhomme. I still live in Olivette. I spent 5 years on the Olivette City Council. Two of those years as Mayor Pro-Tem and one year as Mayor. Yes, Hilltop School has been razed. It was sold by Laue School,District and changed hands and then, The Apple School was it's new name. I don't know much about it, but, it failed! The City of Olivette tried to purchase it and turn it into a community center/park. It was a no go for several reasons, the biggest one of all was we felt the price was way out of line. Eventually a developer, Mark Manlin, a Ladue grad. bought it and, as developers do, developed it into homes. At one time he offered to give me the Hilltop corner stone, it has slipped my mind, I should give him a call and ask if he still has it!
Maggie and Emily, when they were early elementary students went to Mrs. Hertline for tutoring. Maggie then continued on with Mrs. Martz. Mrs Martz, always has been and will be one of my favorite people. She really catapulted Maggie forward with her academics and confidence. Maggie and Emily both had Mrs ?, can't think of her name at this second, art teacher. Emily had Mr. Schlamb for 5th grade and even now, he's still teaching 5th grade, at Old Bonhomme. Emily is friends with Molly and Peter Schlamb, David Schlamb's youngest.
I was talking about how unique my elementary school was. we had six girls in the class in 5th and 6th grade. I remember being amazed at how huge I thought Old Bonhomme was when we would pick up for Hebrew school car pool. We used to walk home for lunch, we went to our teacher's house at the end of the year for a pool party. On Rosh Hashannah and Yom Kippur, the school may have well been closed. There was only one hallway, on 15-20 kids in each grade, not each classroom, there was only was classroom for each grade. No one ever said, "I don't know that kid"! It was family. Some were closer than others, but nonetheless, family. I remember the weeping willow tree in the Fava's yard, the big pine trees on the side of the school that we would climb, 'cause they were there. I remember when a frisbee or baseball/tennis ball was up on the roof, all you had to do was go around to the other r side, climb up one of the window (wire) protectors, get the ball, throw it down, no fanfare involved, because everyone did it, no big deal and then, jump off the roof. How about the cafeteria. Everyone ate lunch, at the same time! I never realized how unique it all was, even then. I see it in the faces of the adults I talk to now about it all. I had sleepovers at my house with all the girls in my class. I played tether ball, kickball, rode a skateboard down the hill from the top of the playground to the back of the school where we would line up after recess. I had Mrs. Baron for Kindergarten, her family belongs to CRC and I have had the pleasure of seeing them on several occasions. I miss milk and cookie time, my nap mat is around here someplace. I had Mrs. Ross for 1st and 3rd grade. I remember how she wore bangle bracelets and when she would write on the chalk board, the clanging became hypnotic. Second grade I had the woman who I thought could have easily been Miss America. Yes, I had Mrs. Candace Martz. I think now they call it a girl crush. I wanted to be her!!! Her hair was perfect, that beautiful brown in a meticulous flip. It bounced when she walked, a most confident walk. Her Texas accent and her laugh, you could hear it all the way down the hall and I absolutely lived for it. It happened at least once or twice a day and I waited and waited and would smile when it happened! I pained through learning my times tables and had popcorn on Fridays in that class. Oh, you couldn't forget her "Boston Bruins" dress. You have to remember that one. Whenever I see her in my mind, that's how I remember her. She was and still is AWESOME and I mean that in the literal sense. Back to Mrs. Ross, I saw her many, many times walking along Old Bonhomme Road. I can't imagine what it felt like for her to see how many kids go through her classes and see them driving and graduate and have their own families. Fourth grade I had Mrs. DeVaney (sp) we studied westward expansion and created a village. I made my "box" in her class and I built a miniature sod hut. In 5th grade, I would have had Mrs. Ralston, she moved midway through the year, the year before. I had a man for a teacher, I was scared shitless! This man was loud and boisterous he gave the "Schlamb-dunk". I love that man! Talk about a teacher who loved and loves teaching! He was my other dad! He loved Snickers and the Steelers. When I told him that my dad had passed away, I was standing about 2-3 feet away from him and he just grabbed me and pulled me close and gave me one of the most memorable hugs of my life and told me how sorry he was to hear that, I can tell you he so meant that! I have the pleasure of seeing him on an almost everyday basis! I've seen his self portrait improve greatly over the years. You know the one, the one with the squiggly mustache. 6Th grade was Mrs Hertline (sp) at the end of the day she would stand at in the doorway and shake your hand, if you had to go back into the classroom after you had left, you had to give her a hug. "Little friends, Little Fiends" It remind me of the Cheech and Chong routine of Sister Mary Elephant. I think she looked older than what she really was, the matriarch of the school. I mean no disrespect by that, that's just what I thought. Later, at Mizzou, I saw this figure running towards me, calling my name, it was David Fredericks (sp). We had just heard the "big news". We always knew it, on some level. Mr Boughman and Mrs. Hertline were always going out to lunch with each other, you just had to know it! Ah, Mrs. Hertline, I wish I knew her better. She rivaled Mrs. Hess for the "Queen of Prim and Proper" Yes, not yeah! Sit up straight. She was more than a music teacher, that Beethoven lovin' woman! She was a one woman finishing school! Mr. Boughman reminded me of the guy who was Lucy's boss on the I Love Lucy show. 'Nough said! The school secretary, what was her name?... Anyway, I remember her Halloween costume every year. Speaking of which, how 'bout them parades we had for Halloween, how great! I'm sure there is so much more, I could go on and on. I was devastated when Susie Schimel moved all the way to Creve Coeur. Would I ever see her again? Get her address, don't forget, maybe you can write to each other! I still have lunch with her and was in her wedding, she was in one of mine! She called me yesterday, I think I'll give her call after this.
Eric, this was fun! I hope to talk and or see you very soon! I haven't even begun, we still have to talk about Mrs. Nodo and how I absolutely hated the square dancing unit in gym class.
Have a great Thanksgiving!
Deb Zoole-Israeli
olivettedzi@sbcglobal.net
Sure, you can post it! I ended up having lunch with Susan today and we talked about how Mrs. Martz would check to see if you had a clean desk. She also said that Mrs. Martz called her mother at work because she didn't have a clean desk and in order to clean it Susie put things in other classmates desks. I laughed so hard... Could you imagine if a teacher called you at work for that today? In a way, it's what is missing, the closeness, the familiarity. It's hard to get that! Susan also reminded me of how Mrs. Ross smelled of coffee and cigarettes, how did that slip my mind? I have a picture of my 1983- 20 year class reunion. We took a special picture of the Hilltop kids. I'll have to find that, scan it and send it to you.
Deb
Email 1:
Hi Eric,
I read some of the stuff on the web-site. My kids are now going to Ladue, well 2 of them are... Emily, the oldest is at UMKC, she graduated last year.
Anyway, let me back track a little. I don't know if Jack ever told you or not, but we ran into each other on a plane headed for New Mexico. We both lived there at the same time. I think we saw each other once, maybe twice on planes/ in airports, that's it. Like Mark, I do remember all the Passover celebrations we had to together and that your dad would continue to hide the afikoman until each child had found it and got a reward. I remember how cool I thought your mom was and still is, she could work on her own car!
Skip forward... I got divorced in the early 90's got remarried in '95 and I have three kids-
Emily 18 UMKC, Maggie 17 Junior at Ladue, Daniel 10 at Old Bonhomme. I still live in Olivette. I spent 5 years on the Olivette City Council. Two of those years as Mayor Pro-Tem and one year as Mayor. Yes, Hilltop School has been razed. It was sold by Laue School,District and changed hands and then, The Apple School was it's new name. I don't know much about it, but, it failed! The City of Olivette tried to purchase it and turn it into a community center/park. It was a no go for several reasons, the biggest one of all was we felt the price was way out of line. Eventually a developer, Mark Manlin, a Ladue grad. bought it and, as developers do, developed it into homes. At one time he offered to give me the Hilltop corner stone, it has slipped my mind, I should give him a call and ask if he still has it!
Maggie and Emily, when they were early elementary students went to Mrs. Hertline for tutoring. Maggie then continued on with Mrs. Martz. Mrs Martz, always has been and will be one of my favorite people. She really catapulted Maggie forward with her academics and confidence. Maggie and Emily both had Mrs ?, can't think of her name at this second, art teacher. Emily had Mr. Schlamb for 5th grade and even now, he's still teaching 5th grade, at Old Bonhomme. Emily is friends with Molly and Peter Schlamb, David Schlamb's youngest.
I was talking about how unique my elementary school was. we had six girls in the class in 5th and 6th grade. I remember being amazed at how huge I thought Old Bonhomme was when we would pick up for Hebrew school car pool. We used to walk home for lunch, we went to our teacher's house at the end of the year for a pool party. On Rosh Hashannah and Yom Kippur, the school may have well been closed. There was only one hallway, on 15-20 kids in each grade, not each classroom, there was only was classroom for each grade. No one ever said, "I don't know that kid"! It was family. Some were closer than others, but nonetheless, family. I remember the weeping willow tree in the Fava's yard, the big pine trees on the side of the school that we would climb, 'cause they were there. I remember when a frisbee or baseball/tennis ball was up on the roof, all you had to do was go around to the other r side, climb up one of the window (wire) protectors, get the ball, throw it down, no fanfare involved, because everyone did it, no big deal and then, jump off the roof. How about the cafeteria. Everyone ate lunch, at the same time! I never realized how unique it all was, even then. I see it in the faces of the adults I talk to now about it all. I had sleepovers at my house with all the girls in my class. I played tether ball, kickball, rode a skateboard down the hill from the top of the playground to the back of the school where we would line up after recess. I had Mrs. Baron for Kindergarten, her family belongs to CRC and I have had the pleasure of seeing them on several occasions. I miss milk and cookie time, my nap mat is around here someplace. I had Mrs. Ross for 1st and 3rd grade. I remember how she wore bangle bracelets and when she would write on the chalk board, the clanging became hypnotic. Second grade I had the woman who I thought could have easily been Miss America. Yes, I had Mrs. Candace Martz. I think now they call it a girl crush. I wanted to be her!!! Her hair was perfect, that beautiful brown in a meticulous flip. It bounced when she walked, a most confident walk. Her Texas accent and her laugh, you could hear it all the way down the hall and I absolutely lived for it. It happened at least once or twice a day and I waited and waited and would smile when it happened! I pained through learning my times tables and had popcorn on Fridays in that class. Oh, you couldn't forget her "Boston Bruins" dress. You have to remember that one. Whenever I see her in my mind, that's how I remember her. She was and still is AWESOME and I mean that in the literal sense. Back to Mrs. Ross, I saw her many, many times walking along Old Bonhomme Road. I can't imagine what it felt like for her to see how many kids go through her classes and see them driving and graduate and have their own families. Fourth grade I had Mrs. DeVaney (sp) we studied westward expansion and created a village. I made my "box" in her class and I built a miniature sod hut. In 5th grade, I would have had Mrs. Ralston, she moved midway through the year, the year before. I had a man for a teacher, I was scared shitless! This man was loud and boisterous he gave the "Schlamb-dunk". I love that man! Talk about a teacher who loved and loves teaching! He was my other dad! He loved Snickers and the Steelers. When I told him that my dad had passed away, I was standing about 2-3 feet away from him and he just grabbed me and pulled me close and gave me one of the most memorable hugs of my life and told me how sorry he was to hear that, I can tell you he so meant that! I have the pleasure of seeing him on an almost everyday basis! I've seen his self portrait improve greatly over the years. You know the one, the one with the squiggly mustache. 6Th grade was Mrs Hertline (sp) at the end of the day she would stand at in the doorway and shake your hand, if you had to go back into the classroom after you had left, you had to give her a hug. "Little friends, Little Fiends" It remind me of the Cheech and Chong routine of Sister Mary Elephant. I think she looked older than what she really was, the matriarch of the school. I mean no disrespect by that, that's just what I thought. Later, at Mizzou, I saw this figure running towards me, calling my name, it was David Fredericks (sp). We had just heard the "big news". We always knew it, on some level. Mr Boughman and Mrs. Hertline were always going out to lunch with each other, you just had to know it! Ah, Mrs. Hertline, I wish I knew her better. She rivaled Mrs. Hess for the "Queen of Prim and Proper" Yes, not yeah! Sit up straight. She was more than a music teacher, that Beethoven lovin' woman! She was a one woman finishing school! Mr. Boughman reminded me of the guy who was Lucy's boss on the I Love Lucy show. 'Nough said! The school secretary, what was her name?... Anyway, I remember her Halloween costume every year. Speaking of which, how 'bout them parades we had for Halloween, how great! I'm sure there is so much more, I could go on and on. I was devastated when Susie Schimel moved all the way to Creve Coeur. Would I ever see her again? Get her address, don't forget, maybe you can write to each other! I still have lunch with her and was in her wedding, she was in one of mine! She called me yesterday, I think I'll give her call after this.
Eric, this was fun! I hope to talk and or see you very soon! I haven't even begun, we still have to talk about Mrs. Nodo and how I absolutely hated the square dancing unit in gym class.
Have a great Thanksgiving!
Deb Zoole-Israeli
olivettedzi@sbcglobal.net
Friday, December 30, 2005
Hilltop Elemtentary is on Classmate.com
Go to www.classmate.com and sign up! Hilltop Elementary is listed under Olivette, Missouri. Only 8 alumnis now.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Fellow classmates
Folks that came out of the blue and checked out my blogger already
Mark Zoole
Miriam Zoole
Deborah Zoole-Israeli
Lori Lipkind
Kent Moss
These are the ones I can remember
From Kidnergarden
Leslie Zerman
Heidi Leisman
Kelly Leisman
Lori Lipkind
Scott Kluesner
Kent Moss
David Kelvin
Carol Mena
Miriam Zoole
Richard Wolfe
Eric Brody
Mike Poole
From 1st to 6th grade
Robin Kanefield
Paul Brown
Mike Poole
Richard Chasnoff
Lionel, black kid
Marc, Russian kid
Fellows from other classes
Scottie Tallman
Felicia Moss
Lisa Kelvin
Mark Zoole
Miriam Zoole
Deborah Zoole-Israeli
Lori Lipkind
Kent Moss
These are the ones I can remember
From Kidnergarden
Leslie Zerman
Heidi Leisman
Kelly Leisman
Lori Lipkind
Scott Kluesner
Kent Moss
David Kelvin
Carol Mena
Miriam Zoole
Richard Wolfe
Eric Brody
Mike Poole
From 1st to 6th grade
Robin Kanefield
Paul Brown
Mike Poole
Richard Chasnoff
Lionel, black kid
Marc, Russian kid
Fellows from other classes
Scottie Tallman
Felicia Moss
Lisa Kelvin
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Teachers!
Stories to tell about these teachers ????
Baron, Martz, Ross, Devaney, Schlamb, Hertzline, Principal Baughman, Musician Hess, Coach Bruce, Coach Probst, Custodian Cleo
Baron, Martz, Ross, Devaney, Schlamb, Hertzline, Principal Baughman, Musician Hess, Coach Bruce, Coach Probst, Custodian Cleo
1st Grade Pizza Party at Shakey's
Left to right: David Kelvin, Kent Moss, Eric Brody, Carol Mena, and who?????
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Kent Moss and the Bunny Slope
By Eric Brody
Kent was my best man at my wedding. However I was not his best man. He made a big mistake. In every wedding I've been to in which I was not the best man, the groom get divorced. My cousin Gene, my college friend Brian (twice), and Kent.
The moral here ? If you want me to be in your wedding - make sure I'm the best man!
Here's a great story about Kent when he came to California during my college years. We went skiing in Big Bear. He never went skiing before. As we got up on the ski slope, here's how the conversation went after we got on the ski lift.
"Is this the bunny slope?"
"Yeah"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah....don't worry, we can get off at the first stop."
"Wait...the first stop is over there....we're going up this steep mountain.....Argghh....oh shit...this isn't the bunny slope..."
"Ahhh....oh well...fuck the bunny slope!"
We went up to the very top of the mountain and he looked down the steep ravine and said "Oh shit..." while I was laughing. And guess what ? He learned to ski really fast and did just dandy!
Kent was my best man at my wedding. However I was not his best man. He made a big mistake. In every wedding I've been to in which I was not the best man, the groom get divorced. My cousin Gene, my college friend Brian (twice), and Kent.
The moral here ? If you want me to be in your wedding - make sure I'm the best man!
Here's a great story about Kent when he came to California during my college years. We went skiing in Big Bear. He never went skiing before. As we got up on the ski slope, here's how the conversation went after we got on the ski lift.
"Is this the bunny slope?"
"Yeah"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah....don't worry, we can get off at the first stop."
"Wait...the first stop is over there....we're going up this steep mountain.....Argghh....oh shit...this isn't the bunny slope..."
"Ahhh....oh well...fuck the bunny slope!"
We went up to the very top of the mountain and he looked down the steep ravine and said "Oh shit..." while I was laughing. And guess what ? He learned to ski really fast and did just dandy!
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Kent Moss - 7 Errors in one inning.
Last night, our second baseman Keith made 5 errors on the men's softball team. The records number of error is held by my best friend Kent Moss on his Uncle Tennebaum's 5th grade team - 7 errors!!!!!
Unbelievable!!!! That team was a disaster from day one. #1 draft pick John Halkempt never really showed up or wanted to play. Another guy was beaned by Craig Brown first game of the season and never came back. I was shockingly summon to pick the season opening game and bombed out. He never gave me a chance to settle down and try again until the last game of the season. Instead it was his son Adam day in and out (In every team I played on, the son always pitch more than he should.) He picked a girl named Joy who the guys always made fun of me because they wrote how I went over to console her as a good teammate in the newspaper. She wasn't very good.
I think Uncle Tennebaum never coach another game after that.
Unbelievable!!!! That team was a disaster from day one. #1 draft pick John Halkempt never really showed up or wanted to play. Another guy was beaned by Craig Brown first game of the season and never came back. I was shockingly summon to pick the season opening game and bombed out. He never gave me a chance to settle down and try again until the last game of the season. Instead it was his son Adam day in and out (In every team I played on, the son always pitch more than he should.) He picked a girl named Joy who the guys always made fun of me because they wrote how I went over to console her as a good teammate in the newspaper. She wasn't very good.
I think Uncle Tennebaum never coach another game after that.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
The Russian Kid....
In 6th grade, a Russian kid named Marc came to our class. This was his fourth country and his fourth language and he couldn't speak English well. At first the kids gathered around and helped him out. The teacher commented how proud she was in helping him adjust.
Unfortunately things took a turn for the worst. When the class was in session, he would be asked to play by himself in the back. The other kids got jealous that his classwork was too easy (1st-2nd grade level) and he got too much free time. They started picking on him in class and in recess. He couldn't defend himself. One time, he went to the teacher to complain. The teacher was clueless to what was going on and couldn't understand him and his English very well so the same kids who were picking on him went up to him in front of the teacher asking him what was wrong and pretending to try to help him out.
When I asked a friend why he picked on him and he said because it was fun. Another friend of mine told me later on that he didn't picked on him and I told him bullshit. There was only one kid who didn't pick on him and treated him decently as I tried to. To this day, I'm very fond to remember that and consider him to be a true friend in heart - That kid was David Kelvin.
The only regret is while I didn't pick on him and treated him decently, I didn't stand up for him fearing peer pressure. Today, I led the kid's service at the Temple and we talked about torah portion on "Loshon Hora" and how we have to watch our tongue and not speak bad about others. When I asked all the kids what should you do if someone was saying bad things about other kids, my daughter's hand shot up. She said "We should tell them to knock it off and stop picking on them and treat them nicely." I smiled. We can't change the past, we can always learn from it and try to teach our children's not to make the mistakes we made.
Unfortunately things took a turn for the worst. When the class was in session, he would be asked to play by himself in the back. The other kids got jealous that his classwork was too easy (1st-2nd grade level) and he got too much free time. They started picking on him in class and in recess. He couldn't defend himself. One time, he went to the teacher to complain. The teacher was clueless to what was going on and couldn't understand him and his English very well so the same kids who were picking on him went up to him in front of the teacher asking him what was wrong and pretending to try to help him out.
When I asked a friend why he picked on him and he said because it was fun. Another friend of mine told me later on that he didn't picked on him and I told him bullshit. There was only one kid who didn't pick on him and treated him decently as I tried to. To this day, I'm very fond to remember that and consider him to be a true friend in heart - That kid was David Kelvin.
The only regret is while I didn't pick on him and treated him decently, I didn't stand up for him fearing peer pressure. Today, I led the kid's service at the Temple and we talked about torah portion on "Loshon Hora" and how we have to watch our tongue and not speak bad about others. When I asked all the kids what should you do if someone was saying bad things about other kids, my daughter's hand shot up. She said "We should tell them to knock it off and stop picking on them and treat them nicely." I smiled. We can't change the past, we can always learn from it and try to teach our children's not to make the mistakes we made.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
PT's Club
Someone told me someone from Hilltop works at the PT's show club. I don't know who it is but here's the weblink:
You can get a freebee pass right here if you want to visit:
http://www.ptsshowclub.com/clubs/stlouis/centreville/freebees.html
Also it's supposed to be couple friendly whatever that means....
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Lori Lipkind
When I was in kidnergarden, Lori Lipkind was the first girlI ever kissed. She was the shortest one in theclass and I was the tallest in the class. What a circus pair we made ! I can't remember much except the two following incidents - the first one went something like this - we were in class and Lori said kiss me and I said "ok" and all the girl cheers. The second incident was in the playground. All the girls gathered me and Lori together after I chased mean Paul Brown away from the girls and we had some kind of wedding or something. I kissed her and the girls cheered on.
As years went by, I got taller and taller and Lori didn't grow much and turned out to be really short. Then she moved on and I infrequently saw her here and there at Jr. high and high school.
The guys used to laugh and tease me about her. When I was young, I was embarrassed. But then when I was around 15-25 years old, I would just say "Har de Ha ha ha..." and then "I sure did!" David Kelvin told me a few years back that he ran into her somewhere and she was a hot looking chick to which I replied "Now you know why I kiss her and all you stupid bumblefucks just do it laugh."
I saw her name on the Ladue high school bulletin and hoping to get her story on what happened in kidnergarden as well as find out how tall she is now. Maybe we'll hear from her, maybe not....stay tune. same bat time, same bat channel...
Thursday, March 31, 2005
I hate Coach Probst
By Eric Brody
Over 30 years later, I still think about how much I hated Coach Probst. I remember he would always throw me out of gym class and send me to the principal office. One time, he said we were going to field hockey and I said "Field Hockey is for girls!" He pointed his finger and told me to get out of here. Another time, Kluesner and Tallman were playfully fighting each other. I stepped in to break it up and Probst sent me to the Principal's office despite my protest that I was just breaking it up. Whenever we did laps, he would call people out to sit down and I would always be the last person to be called to sit down. One day, I just stopped running and said "Screw this!" He yelled "Get to the principal's office"
The end came when my Dad, the PriPublish Postncipal, Coach Probst, and I had a meeting in the Principal's office. I kept arguing that he was out to get me and he kept saying nobody was out to get me. In any case, he stopped picking on me thereafter.
Years later when I went to high school, Probst was the assistant baseball coach there on the same team my brother played on. My brother said he was an a-hole and quit the team along with more than 1/2 of the players. They ended the season with just 10 players on the team.
Over 30 years later, I still think about how much I hated Coach Probst. I remember he would always throw me out of gym class and send me to the principal office. One time, he said we were going to field hockey and I said "Field Hockey is for girls!" He pointed his finger and told me to get out of here. Another time, Kluesner and Tallman were playfully fighting each other. I stepped in to break it up and Probst sent me to the Principal's office despite my protest that I was just breaking it up. Whenever we did laps, he would call people out to sit down and I would always be the last person to be called to sit down. One day, I just stopped running and said "Screw this!" He yelled "Get to the principal's office"
The end came when my Dad, the PriPublish Postncipal, Coach Probst, and I had a meeting in the Principal's office. I kept arguing that he was out to get me and he kept saying nobody was out to get me. In any case, he stopped picking on me thereafter.
Years later when I went to high school, Probst was the assistant baseball coach there on the same team my brother played on. My brother said he was an a-hole and quit the team along with more than 1/2 of the players. They ended the season with just 10 players on the team.
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