Showing posts with label Sacred Heart School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sacred Heart School. Show all posts

Monday, August 22, 2016

Father Robert W. Haire, a Giant in Aberdeen's Formation

There are a few men who have become legends in Aberdeen history. 


The Rev. Robert W. Haire, a Catholic missionary priest, was head and shoulders above his contemporaries. Among other institutions in town, he founded St. Luke’s Hospital.

He is also largely responsible for South Dakota's groundbreaking constitutional amendment to allow initiative and referendum by citizens.

He converted to Catholicism as he was about to enter law school in his native Michigan, and studied to be a priest.
In June, 1880, after six years of service in Detroit and Flint, he left Michigan and came to Dakota Territory, where he filed on a homestead near Columbia in Brown County. 

He built a sod church with his own hands on his claim and began his long, distinguished ministry to his church.

Priests were few on the frontier and Father Haire's parish extended from Springfield, Minnesota, to Oakes, North Dakota. 

As Aberdeen grew in population it became the center of his activities and in 1886 he became priest of the Aberdeen parish. Shortly afterwards, he induced the Presentation Sisters to move their academy from Fargo to Aberdeen.

In 1902 he founded St. Luke's Hospital, later becoming its chaplain, a post he held until his death on March 4, 1916. Physically distinguished by a full beard, worn by special dispensation because of a throat ailment.  

Father Haire was a familiar and colorful part of early Aberdeen. He was an ardent prohibitionist and addicted to making street corner speeches on the subject. These discourses always drew a large crowd.

Feeling sometimes ran high on these occasions and the speech was often interrupted by hecklers. Once a leading liquor dealer of the city called out from the crowd: "You're nothing but a demagogue, anyway." As Father Haire caught sight of the flushed face of the heckler, he replied: "Ah, a demagogue, eh? If you had a bit of straw around your neck you'd pass for a demijohn," referring to the word for a bottle of booze.

Essentially, Father Haire was a crusader. He believed in the greatest good for the greatest number, in the intrinsic worth and dignity of the human being, both as an individual and as part of the social body, and above all, he believed in a democracy functioning democratically on the widest possible base.

A vital, intelligent, and scholarly personality, yet he was no dilettante, and be worked long and hard to put his theories into practice.
The Initiative and Referendum amendment to the state Constitution, which served as a model for others of its kind was, to a large extent, written by Haire and adopted by the Populists through his efforts.  He was a member of the Farmers' Alliance and the Populist Party, and was one of the founders of the Knights of Labor in Aberdeen. 

His outspokenness and independence eventually brought him into serious conflict with the Catholic hierarchy and he was suspended from active priesthood for a period of years.

NSU Monument to Father Robert W Haire "Humanity's Friend"
The charge was finally dismissed by the Pope, who reinstated him. Generally, his character defused any efforts to discredit him with members of his faith and the citizens of the town.

Haire was probably Aberdeen's best beloved man in life and when he died citizens erected a monument to him on the campus of the Northern State Teachers' College. A large bronze medallion set in a granite obelisk memorializes him as "Humanity's Friend.”

—Compiled and Written by the South Dakota Writers Project 1940




Thursday, July 21, 2016

Rory King: Thanks for the Memories

By Rory King

For the last few weeks, I have been struggling to find the words to express what our 50th class reunion meant to me. I'll have to be honest. I had some reservations in the weeks leading up to it. Reunions always do that to me. They prompt the perennial self-examination. What have I done with my life? What have I achieved? Will I have left the world a better place? Have I loved to the fullest? 

Tough questions, these!

But do you want to know something?  None of that mattered. Because, for a couple of days, I was back in high school. I was back among people who cared about me, and about whom I cared. I was among people who valued me for who I am — not for what I've accomplished — or how much money I have made—or what I could do for them. 

It brought me back to those sweet, beautiful, innocent days of high school.  Of warm, beautiful girls, who loved life and laughed easily. Of strong, wonderful guys, loyal friends, who had your back. Of dedicated teachers who, it seemed, really cared about forming us, as well as teaching us. Of discovering the lifelong adventure of learning from the likes of Dave Smith, Kathy Schreiber, Clete Noecker, Al Bull, Carl Daubert, and Carol Pratt.


Of choking down warm Hamms beer at the haystack. Of listening to, and watching, the New Group's version of "Harlem Shuffle." Of dreaming to the music of the Everly Brothers, Roy Orbison, and the Beatles, singing of young, magical love, on the car radio. Of the pungent smell of the locker rooms. Of the excitement of capturing the emotions of a Tennessee Williams character on a bright stage in a darkened theatre. Of the heady experience of making the basketball team my senior year. Of trying to see the movie through the fogged-over windshield as the couple with whom we doubled-dated (who shall remain forever nameless) for the prom sunk out of sight in the backseat of my Desoto at the Drive-in. Of so many other wonderful people and wonderful times.  
I know that memory can be very selective — that it tends to filter out the day-to-day conflicts, anxieties, animosities and adversities. But I like the selection!  And I really don’t want to remember the anxieties and conflicts. And I really do think that that those days, and those people, and that time in our lives, were very, very special.

So, to the Class of '66: Thanks for the memories! They will warm my heart forever!


                  

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Welcome Back, Classmates Who Didn't Graduate With Us

Bev Johnson

Our reunion registrations include at least four former classmates who left Aberdeen before we graduated from Central in 1966.
Gene Rudolph

Bev Johnson left Simmons Junior High after Ninth Grade for Kansas City, but she'll be heading back to Aberdeen next weekend from California.

Gene Rudolph, who left us at Monroe in Ninth Grade, will be traveling to the reunion from West Fargo, ND.

Jo Ann Berbos left during high school for Minneapolis, but she
Tom Oswalt
returned to Aberdeen later and had a distinguished career in local education.

Tom Oswalt also left during high school for Waterloo, Iowa.

Let us know if you know of any other former classmates who are coming -- or who might want to join us for our 50-year reunion.

Maybe we could entice attendance from Peggy Bohnenkamp Williams and Suzanne Rodgers, two former Sacred Heart classmates. Anybody else we can encourage
Jo Ann Berbos

Sunday, May 29, 2016

First Graders' Identity Revealed, with a Bonus Photo



Some of you guessed the identity of some of your CHS classmates in this 1955 Sacred Heart School first-grade photo. Incredible how much we changed from 1955 to 1966, a mere 11 years.

Here are their names:

Row closest to the camera, left to right: Bob Couser, Judy Hanson (graduated from Mount Marty HS), Sherry Fitch (left before HS), Rory King, Not Sure, Alice Laird.

Next row, left to right: Kevin Callaghan (left before 66), Not Sure, Paula Fettig, Gail Fulker, Jack King and Richard Artz.

Farther back, third row, left to right: Janice Brandner, Not Sure, Tom Guhin, Not Sure.

Second to last row: Richard Herges, Sally Holzer, Not Sure, Thomas Hartung, Duane Gilmour.

Last row: Not sure.

If you can fill in any of the blanks, please let us know.

Thanks to Bob Couser for this photo.

And, here's a bonus photo. Jan Brandner Heier with the teacher, Sister Morris. Great smile and terrific curls.