It was the end of summer, 1958. School was about to open and we were about to move into Plant Housing at Lone Star Steel, just outside Daingerfield, Texas when I accepted a call from Charles Lindsay at Sam Houston State in Huntsville. I had been working as a guard at the plant for just about a year and had determined to make it my permanent job when the call came. We had just begun removing our belongings from a rented trailer when my mother called my duplex neighbor to tell me to call Mr. Lindsay. That was the best phone call I had ever received.
Bryan Public Schools was about to begin the 1958 school year and had just lost two high school teachers who just happened to teach what Marilyn and I had majored in at Sam. The school was desperate and offered us the positions, sight unseen. We repacked the trailer and off we went to teach school in Bryan, Texas.
Time was short so the school had located a rental and made arrangements at First National Bank for any emergency loan we may have needed. We drove to Bryan, arriving late in the afternoon, signed teaching agreements, got keys to a house and a letter of credit at First National Bank. We even missed all the pre-school meetings by the staff. Marilyn settled in teaching girls Physical Education and Health and I began directing choirs in Jones Junior High, Lamar Junior High and Stephen F. Austin High. I taught music to two classes in each of the Junior Highs and a Choral Music Class and Study Hall at SFA. I got along well with two of the administrators, but never could do so with one. Fortunately, my second year changed to two choirs and a study hall at SFA and two choirs and office duty at Lamar. Mornings at high school and afternoon at junior high. I also was given the assignment of public address for high school football as well as announcing half-time for the Bronco Band. Teaching choral music was the most satisfying experience of my entire life. I will begin telling you why tomorrow.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
And, that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates. AMEN