The Waldron Story...Continued
Teachers
and Staff
Teachers
and Staff
Bill Doig
Bill Doig
Mr. Doig was hired as coach and math teacher in 1952-53. Later he was athletic director, guidance counselor, and became principal when Cal Gullian left (Don’t recall the year) He coached about 10 years, and led the Mohawks in big sectional wins. He also started a guidance department. He resigned at the end of the 1969-70 year when he was hired as assistant principal at Noblesville HS.
Memories of Mr. Doig
- He was a great principal! I got to know him well, from all times I got called down to his office!!!
- He was my freshman math teacher. I later knew him as a fellow principal
-
He gave me a recommendation and got me an appointment to go to Hoosier Boys State. I was hooked on politics ever since! A great man!
Virginia Hamilton
Virginia Hamilton
Debbie Asher Stafford
My two years of typing were probably the most used classes I had. I was able to type my cousin's papers during Thanksgiving weekend at my aunt's home. It sure saves time when I need to make Facebook posts!​
Rachel Markley
Loved Mrs. Hamilton. I already knew how to type when I started her class but she sure helped me improve. I went on to “type” for the next 50+ years to earn my living! Definitely a much more needed class than the Geometry I was forced to take!
They still had a few manuals besides the new electric models. She made us boys use them since we weren't ever really going to type. True at the time but look at us now. Most of us use computer keyboards regularly and it turned out to be one of the most helpful classes I ever took.
They still had a few manuals besides the new electric models. She made us boys use them since we weren't ever really going to type. True at the time but look at us now. Most of us use computer keyboards regularly and it turned out to be one of the most helpful classes I ever took.
One of my many mistakes in life. Lasted one day in class, would look at those keys and then look at my hands... look at those keys and then look at my hands... look at those keys and then look at my hands... Nah, ain't going to happen.
Naturally, that choice would haunt me just a couple years later. I was tasked with writing the Standard Operation Procedures for the medical clinic at Pohakuloa Training Area. Talk about a nightmare. (I was able to use a IBM Selectric. )
No matter what Mrs. Hamilton would have taught, she would have been outstanding. She demanded hard work and commitment.
I remember her timed tests. When the bell rang you were to be in your seat, book open to the typing assignment, paper in your machine and ready to go. She had her stopwatch in hand and after the bell it was READY,SET, TYPE! I remember running in the door just as the bell rang. I took my seat, threw the book open to the assignment written on the board and started typing at her command. I typed my heart out for 5 minutes only to realize at the end I failed to put paper in my machine! Instant F for that assignment.
Had to use a sledge hammer to move the keys!!
Max Gosnell
A great guy. I was down the hall from him for five years. I happened to be in his room watching the Space Shuttle live when it exploded. We were so shocked and really couldn't process it and speak. I remember when he hurt his hand terribly in a farming accident. He was very stoic. I remember the contraption on his hand and arm. He let the students decorate it for Christmas. I think he and the other veteran teachers probably thought I was a little crazy. He was great and I was young and dumb, just starting my career.
I remember the joke he told us about the two bums walking down the railroad track.
Memories of Mr. Gosnell
He was the main reason I aced freshman chemistry at Purdue. My Track and CC coach, 4H leader and teacher. Pretty sure I had 1 of his classes 3/4 years of HS.
He came to Waldron my 8th grade year. That would have been the fall of 1965. I had him for math. If you could get him and the boys talking sports it took up a lot of class time. We all loved him.
One of my favorite Max Gosnell stories was one year about harvest time, we had some bad weather. He had a field of corn that was flattened and could not be picked with a picker. So he asked a few of the track boys if we would be willing to come out to his farm and pick the corn up off of the ground. He drove the tractor and wagon and we boys picked the corn up and threw it into the wagon. Back and forth across the field, it was a long morning and we stopped regularly for a water break. At the water break he would moan and groan about how tough things were for him. He would then tell us that his wife was fixing lunch for all of us. He announced that we would be eating hard boiled eggs and spinach. I despised both. My dad made me eat spinach on a regular basis, and I hated it. And I could not imagine how I was going to get through this lunch time as I was starving after walking back and forth this long corn field. I was hoping they had bread and butter and some jelly. At lunch time we went to the house and Mrs. Gosnell had quite the spread. Fired chicken, ham, green beans, corn, mashed potatoes, salad, and pie for dessert. Boy we sure did pig out that day. I told Mr. Gosnell that he had me plenty worried. I was so glad that Mrs. Gosnell was a good farmer's wife who knew how to put on the feed bag. We had no trouble finishing out that field in the afternoon as we were full of strength and energy from Mrs. Gosnell's good cooking.
Larry Watson, Max Gosnell, Max Kelley
Evelyn Robinson
Evelyn Robinson
Guidance
Guidance
Virginia Lemasters
Virginia Lemasters
Calvin E Roberts
On the first day of 9th grade English class, Mrs. Lemasters looked at me, said she had my siblings, and pointed to the desk in the front where I was to sit. Some years later, I taught 9th and 11th grade English.
English
English
Kenneth Sever
Kenneth Sever
English, Speech, French
English, Speech, French
Faith Laird
Kenneth Sever: best English teacher, as my Speech teacher he taught me how to speak in public which served me all my life and he was a lifelong friend of my whole family.
Waldron School Cafeteria staff in 1988. L to R: Judy Weaver, Mary Barlow, Marian Small, Betty Ross.
Elizabeth Comstock Miller
Myrtle was not only one of my Grandmother Kolkmeier’s best friends, she was also my piano teacher. After my lesson and if there was time, we’d go to the barn so that I could say hello to her horses, Candy and Marie. Or I’d love on her dog. (I cannot remember her name, but she would lay right behind the piano bench. )
One of the biggest accomplishments I celebrated in high school was when Mrs. Wildey awarded the Myrtle Tolley Award to me and Susan Dobbs during the Spring Concert 1990.
