Our Memories of our

Teachers

Gary "Stich" Faulstich has several short memories of teachers:

#1--Mr. Burgert, our Algebra teacher, always wore the same sport coat and we started counting the days on the blackboard. He had no idea what the number on the board meant each day!! I can't remember if he ever caught on or if we got caught.
Burgert
#2--Mrs. Murphy, our typing teacher, was caught by a bunch of us in Cheyenne Cañon at a wild drunken party. She was pretty wiped out and I think was embarrassed, and we got a big kick out of catching her......anyway in my annual she signed by saying "Any parties in the canyon lately" Billye Murphy
Murphy
#3--Does anyone remember Mr. Beasley's assignment of Shakespeare's Influence on English Literature. I remember we all had a tough time with that term paper---ugh!!!

Jim McCammon remembers Mr. Beasley:

All I have are mental pictures, no anecdotes: He was short, with small bright eyes, straight black hair, and a wide mouth.  He had a harsh voice with a Texas accent.  When he read Shakespeare, taking all the parts, he would make us see it.

Beasley

Dan Davis remembers Miss Martin:

One of the very few teachers who impressed me at Cheyenne was Hazel Martin. I was recently (maybe a few years ago) amazed to find out she had just passed away. I remember thinking during the time we were in school that she had a presence that was inexplicable. It wasn't that she was smarter than the others or that she was tougher, it was ... je ne sai quoi. Later, I was quite hurt to hear some of our alums say that her contribution to their French education was not up to the standards of their college classmates' at some of the good schools back East, but I am guessing those classmates perfected their French during their summers in Switzerland, don'cha know. In any case, as I spent time in the military and as I interfaced with my daughter's teachers, I often thought back on how Miss Martin exuded the command presence that was so missing in some of the officers and many of the other teachers. She was honored to have her own little house, east of the High School, in which she taught French. I did a report on Ravel in one class and tried to play a short section of Bolero on a portable phonograph, but she made me turn it off after a few seconds. I am not sure why; too suggestive? ... too boring? ... too loud? ... ?

Martin
Barry Smith was in Cheyenne Schools from 6th Grade (Skyway) till graduation and remembers:  

Miss Lilly: Many of us pre-adolescent boys fantasized unbelievably about our beautiful Miss Lilly (you don't even want to know...), 7th grade science teacher. We all had to do a science project. Torry Krutzke made a rheostat (thing that dims/brightens a light bulb). For the coil part, he wrapped bare wire around a toilet paper roll's inner cardboard center. It worked well, but many of us 7th grade scientists thought it was nearly as funny as the zipper incident 2 years later in Mr. Patterson's Geography class.

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Mrs. Raney: Spanish teacher, and chief rival for Miss Lilly's totem status for us, as we were now budding adolescent boys! When she left Cheyenne, she ended up going to work in Mexico for a telephone company there.
Raney

Mrs. Murchison: Geometry teacher. I had to go to Main High School one summer to make up an "F" that I had received in her class. I remember her classroom with the windows facing to the east. It got so hot there, and in the whole school during winters due to the difficulty in regulating our steam heat, with those old radiators and all. Many days in Geometry class, sweat was streaming down our faces even though all the windows were full open - sometimes even snow was coming in through them, but we were all still roasting. When graduation neared, Mrs. Murchison showed a human side I had not ever seen before. She teared up and her voice broke as she begged all of us graduating seniors not to go drinking on graduation night. She explained that when she graduated, some of her classmates had and several were killed in a car crash.

Murchison
Mr. Irving: Coach from 6th grade through graduation. One kid in our Skyway 6th grade (yes, the same one that was our 6th grade "student teacher,") caught hell one day by addressing Mr. Irving as "hey." The unfortunate student (can you remember who it was?) was severely reprimanded, nearly pinioned to the ground, and told to always address him as either "Mr. Irving, " or "Coach." We were all just as scared as ______!
Irving

Mr. Callahan: Music teacher and band director from 6th grade through graduation. He helped me grow in so many musical and non-musical ways. I always regret never contacting him once I graduated.

Chuck Armstrong adds:

I echo Barry’s comments. Mr. Callahan brought out excellence in us in pep band, marching band and concert band. He made us quite competitive also as we worked up the skill ladder. I still an old 33 rpm record we made as a band with a big picture of all of us band nerds in full concert regalia.

Calahan
Mr. Biarzi: Chorus teacher. There was some shotgun shot-spillover from General Science class to our cramped-up chorus room. Seemed like Mr. Biarzi's favorite song was, "Or Would You Rather be a Mule," which we all had involuntarily memorized.
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Mr. Ward: Chemistry teacher, tall, wire glasses, always serious, not sure he ever smiled. Drove that boxy-looking station wagon.

Susan Feldt adds these memories:

I took chemistry and advanced lab. from him. He had a very dry sense of humor, and he was one of my favorite high school teachers. In advanced
lab. I learned to work independently on my own “rat” project.

Ward

Mr. Helm: Coach plus history. All-around nice guy. Became Principal for a while (1964 - 87).

Note: Mr. Helm was in the WWII Marine Corps and was at the devastating battle for Tarawa, in which 1,009 Marines died in three days. He told me once that the worst thing he ever had to do in his life was pulling dead Marines' bodies out of the surf a few days after the assault. The tropical heat and the sea itself had taken their inexorable toll. It is a reflection of the strength of the man and of the endurance of his human spirit that a memory such as that did not embitter or destroy him, DMD

Helm
Mr. Patterson: Geography plus other things. Always danced with his wife at our dances while he chaperoned. Also played drums as a hobby (but not at our dances). Took some of his students on a field trip (airplane) over the Black Canyon of The Gunnison. He provided a personal story about how earning a slight bit more income from a part time job (drumming) caused him to pay way more income tax....
Patterson
Mr. Clark: Young guy, very clean-cut, fresh out of The Navy. English teacher. Always ran over to the window during English class whenever he heard a plane overhead. Then he identified the plane for us, as he craned his neck out/toward the window.
Clark
Mr. Rasmussen: About half way through our High School years this new teacher came to us from Minnesota. Taught Biology. One day his hands were peeling all over the place as if from severe sunburn. He explained it was nothing but his usual reaction to Penicillin. We dissected earthworms, then graduated up to frogs. I still remember the nauseating smell of the formaldehyde.
rasmussen

Mr. Ciofalo: Latin plus he introduced many of us to Shakespeare. Thank God he was there to translate for us from middle English to Modern English. Remember there was one small book per play. He had them all piled up in some semi-secret location in the classroom. Then he reverently handed them out when it was time.

To which Carl Christensen adds: Another wonderful instructor was Mr. Ciafalo who taught latin and languages. In retrospect, we had many wonderful teachers.

Ciofalo
Carl Christensen also chimes in with memories of three he remembers, the Messers Clark (who, as some of you will recall, "had issues"), Beasley and Patterson:
Someone mentioned Charles Clark our freshman english teacher. As someone pointed out he came to us from the Navy and thought he was really tough. I remember, he nicknamed our class "the dumbbell" 101 english class. He also told one of our class mates "that if he didn't shave the peach fuzz off his face, that he (Mr Clark) "would pour milk on it and have his cat lick it off". We obviously left his class with a poor impression of freshman english.
Clark
Then we got Mr. Beasley, wow what a change! You always say there are certain people in your life who leave a lasting positive impression. Mr Beasley was one of those people!! He completely turned our class around with his wonderful demeanor and reading Shakespeare "Macbeth" and Julius Caesar, what a fantastic experience that was.
Beasley
One other person who made a large impression on me at CMHS was Mr. Patterson's geography class. That was a class you looked forward to attending, our class trip in a DC 3 around Colorado to the Great Plateau outside of Grand Junction and then down to the "Great sand dunes" national park. Mr Patterson also had a ski boat and we water skied out on Prospect Lake and had a Luau every spring out at Prospect
Patterson
 

Raye Smith Wilson remembers Mr. Clark with appreciation:

I remember his grammar drills - - relentless, it seemed, but I thanked him many times in later life because I knew how the English language worked!

Chuck Armstrong has a special memory of him:

I bought my trumpet(used) from him - his first name was Charles, like mine, and he always showed interest in my use of his old trumpet, which he had bought from the famous trumpet player, Rafael Mendez. I played it in a Reggae band in Jamaica. Both of my daughters played that trumpet and they still have it. I talked to him up in Victor where he lived. He gave me a love for English which has helped me as I married a highschool English teacher and can still match her in grammar and writing.

Clark

 

 
   
   

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