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Culver Alumnus 1968  

Jeff Kenny wrote:

    Attached is a neat little piece from the 1968 Culver Alumnus magazine...maybe you already have it. It's actually a cool article I'm trying to figure out what I can do with. They interview a lot of local people like Evert Hoesel, Tom Walker, Sheep Scott, Bud Craft, etc., about the relationship between the town and the Academy

From the Fall issue of the Alumnus comes an insight from Culver residents who were CMA employees , town officials; and Culver business owners at the time entiitled "Culver and its employees" and "Culver and It's Town It's More A Matter of Attitude"

You get a feeling that money doesn't mean eaverything. I'm at home, and I've got my feet stuick in this Culver mud. I'm oing to stay on as long as possible.

I try to do good work, and it has been very satidfactory. There's a lot of work to be done. A lot of improvement can be made, and I can do masonary of any kind. I've benefited the Academy, and the Academy has benefited me.

When I work at the Academy, it's like my own home, and I want to treat it as such. Alot of fellas feel the same way.

Dave, Burns, masonry foreman first employed in 1928 and Culver fire chief for 30 years

From the first day as a waiter, those boys got in my heart, and I've never got them out. I've talked to many a kid out there, and I've kept a lot of them out of devilment. In fact, to got alonlg up in the years when I just thought the place belonged to me. I did everything I could to improve, it. I call that my home. I loved it and do yet.

We always had to set up and tear down fro chapel up at the gym every Sunday. An orderly came up to me one Sunday night and said, "Sheep, Col. Gregory and Col. Ellott want to see you in Col. Gregory's office, right now". I wondered what in the world was wrong.

I went to his office, and he sat me down and started talking to me and talking to me. Then I noticed the kids rushing around for a full dress parade. It never dawned on me until the kids all got formed up our on the parade field in front of the riding hall.. Then they said, "Come on, SHeep">

We went on out to the riding hall, and when we got there, Col. Gregory saind, "This parade is for you, the first parade ever given for a retiring employeeyour are to recieve the colors." I was so proud. There never was a prouder day in my life.

After the parade, the kids all came up and gathered around, and I gave them a nice little long talk. I just tried to tell them what they should get out of life.

This has been my home. I wanted to stay. That place has been my heart from the day I arrived. I really love it.

Roy 'Sheep' Scott, 1902-1946; DInin Hall waiter and custodial spervisor and still on duty at the Farm House.

My job as head waiter and the privilege of meeting all the alumni and their families as hey come back means the most to me. All my life the alumni have been kind ot me They didn't have to.

I talked to the boys and tried to make them feel at home. As plebes they would come to me, and I would try to make them feel welcome. In the summer, they alll knew I was a baseball fan, and I'd hace to check the papers for the scores because they wanted to see it I know all the scores for their teams.

The waiters had a good baseball team. It was out of the books. Only three of us are left. E. R. Culver used to follow out games in his big red Packard. Somebody got the suits for us. The name of the club was the Culver Comics. Coleman Jackson, a catcher, looked like Roy Campanella. Sheep was an eccellent first baseman, and I played third base. I wasn't too bad. I was on the hot corner. The fun we had kept the boys together.

My wife and I sent our three kids through college. We stuck with it, and now they're on there own and making good. We raised our family, belong to the church, and my wife teaches a Sunday School Class.

I only had one job, and that was to see that each boy got enough to eat. Once I knew that I could take care of my job. My biggist thrill came on Sunday night when the boys marched in after parade and I sent out my waiters with loaded trays to serve the whole wrowd. It was beautiful.

Charlie Dikcerson, 1904-1953; Head waiter for 44 years and Alumni House stweard since 1967.

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