Saturday, June 18, 2011

* Dave Briggs Presentation Speech (8:00 am, Wednesday June 15, 2011)

The Delevan E. Whaley Award for Excellence in Teaching at Hartford High School


Ray Stanford '63 Makes Award Presentation to Paul Keane
Ray Stanford '63, Byron Hathorn '67, Dave Briggs '64, Paul Keane


















Good morning. We are here to relate a story and make an announcement we think you will find interesting and rather unique. We on this stage represent several classes of Hartford High School graduating in the 1960’s: Ray Stanford ’63, Dave Briggs ’64, and Byron Hathorn ’67.

Ray is a former Peace Corps Volunteer and now a Property Manager. Byron is a Vietnam Vet and now Builder-Developer. He is also one of the top Master ski racers in the country. I’m a former Army Engineer Officer and now an Innkeeper. We point these things out just to show what can happen down the road from your Hartford days.
Along with an impressive number of others from our era we have come to realize something special we all hold in common. That thing is the enduring positive impact of a certain teacher from our Hartford High School days. This teacher taught us English but also helped our generation start a Ski Club and out of that the revival of a long dormant Hartford Ski Team.

The teacher’s name is Delevan E. Whaley, Jr. Today he resides in retirement in Portland, Maine. Upon leaving Hartford we lost touch with him except for a few chance contacts with classmates who would report in on him. Although those occurrences were rare and not often communicated, the impact of this man’s teaching kept being recalled at reunions, in letters and in numerous conversations over the decades. Even though our world had been turned upside down and disrupted by the war in Vietnam and we became more mobile and out of touch, the gifts brought to us by Mr. Whaley factored in our personal and intellectual development. His lessons remained prevalent in our thinking. This teacher had made a truly remarkable difference!

Prior to his days at Hartford High School Mr. Whaley had served and fought as a ski trooper with the famous 10th Mountain Division in Italy in WWII. He attained his BA degree in English at Syracuse University.
The hallmarks of his legacy with us were: exposure to great literature, the encouragement to express ourselves in writing, a sense of humor and playfulness, the optimism to form a ski club and team, the courage to speak truth to power and the importance of mutual respect between teacher and pupil.

A few years ago, thanks to the miracle of the internet and e-mail, it was confirmed that Mr. Whaley remained a legendary figure in the eyes of many people for all the great contributions he had made to our lives. Off and on, people spoke of trying to find him and to re-connect. This past spring, after well over 40 years, that idea finally came to fruition in the form of a reunion featuring the great man himself. He was greeted here in White River Junction by about 25 HHS grads from not only here in the Upper Valley but the whole country including Nebraska and California.

In the spirit of all he taught us we named our ad hoc reunion group “The Live Poets Society” reflective of the Robin Williams Movie “Dead Poets Society”. Mr. Whaley himself was quick to express how gratified he was by the name since he was in fact still alive after all. And he readily agreed to attend our reunion. The reunion featured an afternoon of reading poetry and literary pieces. Mr. Whaley read from his volumes of poems written over the years and we, his students, brought forth our own work.

During the time leading up to this extraordinary reunion event we further realized that amazing teachers, although not common enough to be taken for granted, do come along at a steady pace and they deserve to be recognized; their gifts to all of us are formidable. Indeed our society is buttressed by excellence in teaching. With that we decided it would be fitting to begin an award that would call for truly excellent teachers to be confirmed in public. And so we are here today to make an announcement. The Live Poets Society, so-called, will convene with the administration of Hartford High School to develop appropriate criteria and standards for an award to be called The Delevan E. Whaley, Jr. Award for Excellence in Teaching at Hartford High School. We will present HHS with a plaque which can hang in the hallowed halls of our alma mater with honored names posted for all to see.

We therefore encourage faculty, administrators and students to nominate those who impress with their Excellence in Teaching for recognition in the name of Mr. Delevan E. Whaley, Jr. We would remind all to not limit nominations to current members of the faculty but to past ones as well. Indeed we bring proof that greatness is long remembered and valued and therein lies its true measure.

To begin on this path of recognition we told the administration we would like to call for the nomination of a teacher to be the first to receive this award (and to meet Mr. Whaley himself insofar as he was happily still alive). While retaining the highest standards of excellence to properly honor Mr. Whaley we also told them about Mr. Whaley, his style, his substance and how we had been so thoroughly enriched by him. Accordingly we are here today to not only inaugurate the award but to name publicly the first ever recipient.

After having received the nomination and after having introduced this person to Mr. Whaley we are delighted in the choice on all counts. Today we would like him to come forth to receive our congratulations and your applause for his excellence in teaching.

The First Delevan E. Whaley Award for Excellence in Teaching at Hartford High is therefore, hereby, made to: Mr. Paul Keane.

By: The Live Poets Society

June 15, 2011 Hartford High School White River Junction, Vermont
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Twenty-five Years as a Vermont English Teacher


Beneatha in A Raisin in the Sun, Hartford High School, 2011
Sargeant Pepper (every Halloween at HHS from 1987-2011)


Editing student papers at HHS, circa 1995


Lord of a Renaissance Feast, Whitcomb High School, 1986-87




Letter from Former Student, Ryan Peterson '95

(posted with his permission)




Note: "TER" refers to "Thesis / Exposition / Recapitulation" essay style.





Wednesday, June 15, 2011

* The Valley News Article, 5/10/11








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* Inaugural Program: Live Poets Society



















The old Hartford High School building and the young Delavan E. Whaley, Jr.





* Live Poets Society Honors Delavan "Ned" Whaley, Inspiring Teacher

The Live Poets Society





Presents

Special Guest
Mr. Delevan E. “Ned” Whaley


Come and join this special reunion with a Teacher for the Ages, our own Delevan “Ned” Whaley who is still more reverently referred to as “Mr. Whaley”.

Mr. Whaley will be coming to the Upper Valley for this special event - Saturday May 7th. We have arranged this occasion to honor him and to enjoy his presence once again.

This will be a rare opportunity to meet old friends and classmates and to share some time with this truly memorable educator and poet.

Saturday May 7, 2011
Hotel Coolidge
White River Junction, Vermont

Program –

Saturday May 7, 2011
12:30 pm - Lunch with the Honored Guest
Break - to rest or take a renewed look at WRJ and/or the Upper Valley scene
4:00 pm - Poetry Readings from Ned’s Work and others
Break
6:30 pm - Social Time and Dinner
Over Dessert - A Tribute to Mr. Whaley
Presentations of Stories and Memories

Sunday May 8, 2011
8:30 am Brunch and Departure

* Officers – Self Ordained – One Year Terms
• Bob Young, HHS ‘63 President
• Jack Young, HHS ‘63 Vice President
• Dave Briggs, HHS ‘64 Secretary
• Jim Woods, HHS ’62 Sgt-at-Arms

* Reading of Poems by Mr. Whaley and HHS Alumni at Main Street Museum, 4 PM

















(The Young Brothers on Home Turf)
















(Memorial Maple for Matthew Woods at HMMS)




















Alumni read many of their own poems and several poems by Mr. Whaley. We won't soon forget the delightful poem about the "Pink House" blushing at Hartland Four Corners authored by an HHS alumna.


Four generations of inspirational teachers attended this event:


Delavan "Ned" Whaley,


Bob and Pat Taylor,


Bob Potter,


and Ben Gardner.





















MAIN STREET MUSEUM (The old firehouse)




Our Dynamic Mr. Whaley


by Sally Marcotte ‘63
Charter Member LPS



To think, to take in ideas so brilliantly presented
As if you have actually heard the sound
Of prolific authors, poets, playwrights cemented
In our newly developed thoughts and ideas
Each day, each book, each title, each think piece
Led us to days thereafter in various analytical endeavors
Each year holds a reminder of those inspirations & challenges
Each season reaps benefits abounding in intellectual strength
Shakespeare, Socrates, Whitman, Thoreau, Melville, Frost
All brought to life & to mind by your knowledge, by your enactment
Some authors banned, some parents objected though in class
You continued to inspire, entertain, challenge, & to teach the lesson
Which endures------ that which is to stretch our minds
















Kathy Young, wife of Bob, wrote this following the first meeting of Live Poets Society at the Coolidge Hotel, May 7, 2011


Reflections

by Kathy Young

I’ve known Ned Whaley for long about
Forty five years now … Well,
At least the Legend, and with
Every telling, the story grew
Like watered grass in springtime
Wet with morning dew.

A quiet man seemed not his lot
But poet bard who dared
Project his love of words
And history rhyme on a
Classroom unawares …
Leaving footprints long behind.

Of what I knew were moldy
Books with well-worn pages—
Dog-eared, marked, underlined
And frayed.

All placed lovingly in a satchel
Tugged from place to place
Around the world and back
Again without a face.

A visage was not a need,
For in those books were
Words of life and love that
Pointed to a man of some esteem
Somehow lost in times long deeds.

Then after years of writing, too,
Bob dedicated his book to you
Once again without a face.
Posthumously, he said his grace –
And I smiled knowing that

The words he said could easily have raised the dead.
Those words, seeded in his heart
By an English teacher’s art of caring.

And today we honor you Ned Whaley
For the things you do and did so
Many years gone past.
By placing in a class deep love
Of words and letters that last
Forever in those young and old
And this one too, who sees your
Face at Last and blesses you!



"Eeek! It's Pink"




Shelia Santaw Cameron

"You just passed by the pink house in Hartland today.
Oh my, I once stood proud - my clapboards white and pristine, my shutters dark green....
Reduced now to looking like a Neapolitan ice cream sandwich - the strawberry part!

I'm so embarrassed! While the trees around me - my faithful friends growing taller,
fuller, their glorious green shading me...hiding my shame...and in Fall dressed in
fabulous foliage....I can only blush... pink!

I want to be a tree again or perhaps someone else will buy me.

The small summerhouse at my side - entangled now in hedge and vine - once a young girl's envy...
such a perfect dollhouse it would be....

There is nothing proud about being pink when once I was white clapboard and green shutters...
Facing the Green at Hartland Four Corners."

Sheila Santaw Cameron
HHS Class of '64







As Read by Bob Young’s wife Kathy at the conclusion of the poetry reading session of the first meeting of the Live Poet’s Society Gathering. In memory of Sue and all our classmates who have left us or were not able to attend.

After the 35th Reunion

by Sue Rising

I saw myself in the mirror this morning:
Smile lines with echoes and echoes with echoes.
Eyes feathered, squinting into long-gone sunshine.
Shoulders heavy, breasts do not so certain anymore.
My hair climbing down my back like
Silver ivy on an old building.
Surprise! Inside I’m eighteen and could play soccer,
Jog up that hill, stay up all night – if I wanted to.

“Remember the Swallows?” Jane asked at reunion.
“Sure, I said. And I do. I really do.
I don’t know if my memory is the same –
Probably her’s is at the Young Twins’ barn.
I recall she and Bob liked each other
While Jack and I shared wary respect.
Not the same thing at all.
Jane and Bob had the better of it, I think.

But I remember the swallows, the barns, the flowers.
I recall fish caught and fires sat around.
I can re-tell stories heard ‘way back then and
See people and places as clear as ice in February
And smell and touch and taste it all so fine.
Sometimes I can remember the where and the when,
But mostly, mostly, it’s the who and the what that lingers
Like wisps of silver hair snagged by the wind.


* * First Delavan E. Whaley, Jr. Award Given to Current HHS Teacher (1987-present)

Dave Briggs (HHS '64) presents the first Whaley Award to Paul Keane at the Main Street Museum ceremony, White River Junction, Vermont.




The happy recipient, blushing (5/7/11).

(Photos, courtesy of Bob Potter.)

* Dinner, Remembrances, and Slide Shows with Mr. Whaley at the Hotel Coolidge