I was at my twentieth(!) high school reunion yesterday night when someone pointed this (a gift given to Michael by student) to my attention. I am honored to be a permanent part of the Chicago Children's Museum.
To this day, I remind myself not to be closed minded and think divergently, as taught to me by the adventures of Jim and Lila. I've been known to bind an occasional book using the proper materials, careful stitching, bone folder, and archival high cotton-content paper. To this day, I collect old books and admire the hand construction no longer common in current mass-market hardcovers. It all mattered to me!
Journaling is indeed alive. I'm glad to read of your progress after leaving District 34. To update you on mine: I went to the U of I for college and am now an anesthesiologist and pain doctor. I was in practice on the Upper East Side for a little while, but found my way back to the Chicago area where I've been for the last five years. I've managed to stay single, and my life is excellent.
There's a useful Chinese four syllable phrase that means "While drinking water, ponder its source." It's good to be reminded of how we came to be who we are. Best of luck! I'm sure we'll run into each other again.
Sincerely,
SH
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Dear S,
How wonderful to hear from you and what a surprise. You have the honor of being the fifth ever only student who got in touch with me after so many years and one of the few students whose name lives somewhere deeply in my memory and my heart.
I remember myself as the kind of teacher who like a bird after teaching her pups to fly shooed them out of the nest and encouraged them to fly off. Since I did not "fawn" over the departure and encourage "staying in touch" I have not heard from many students. I used to run into a few on the street in Glenview and we would say "Hay" but that was it.
How ironic that you came to me via Michael's Museum at Chicago Children's Museum and especially via the wonderful "little" gift that is enshrined there with your name and the date 1985. Obviously I received many gifts during my tenure as a teacher (some wonderful and some strange) but somehow, yours is the only one I held on to all these years and now you see its place of honor.
Out of curiosity who pointed out that it was at CCM? And at your 20th high school reunion, wow. At least I am not getting any older like the rest of you are.
It was fun reading about some of your memories from your time in my class and your current successes. Your credits to me are warming as well as overwhelming to hear. (Just a few tears were shed.) It is not too often that a teacher gets to hear about how a student "turned out" and out influences. We are used to works in progress and live with unfinished expectations. My expectations were always that students be true to themselves and follow their passions. That was usually a hard set of expectations for young people.
Welcome back to Chicago. What prompted you to leave NYC? Where are you living now and where are you practicing? Some day it would be lovely to visit over a cup of coffee? As far as you knowing about me, in our day teachers were very private about their lives. Now with the advent of the internet etc one can find out most things especially if a person is intent on being authentically who he is. And especially with my being retired from teaching and now being part of the fraternity called "Old Age," I am who I am and figure "F**k 'em if they cant take a joke," as Better Midler says.
I am proud of my museum which has proven to be such a wonderful legacy to give to Chicago and the ironic part is that I just love collecting small things. I never dreamed that I would have my own museum with such a large reach. I spend a lot of time writing and am about to publish a second volume of poetry. I am working on a children's picture book, a work of fiction, and many other creative ideas. For some reason I cannot stop creating. Perhaps that is my passion.
My BLOGs keep me busy as does being caregiver for Gregory, my life partner of over 37 years who was diagnosed with Young Onset Alzheimer's about ten years ago when he was 55 years old. I am able to help him be happy, feel safe, and enjoy life and I am able for the most part to cope.
If you care to you might want to check out some of the info below. I would love to hear more about you but googling SH brings up a lot of people who are probably not you. Help?
Fondly,
Michael (after all these years you do not have to call me Mr. Horvich any more but I think you might still owe me an assignment or two!)
PS I often include communications like this in my BLOG but "change the names to protect the innocent."