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Sunday, July 30, 2023

Bruce Stewart, long-time Salem School District mathematics teacher, still gets laughs from book given to him in 1960 by students at Parish Junior High School in Salem, Oregon

Bruce Stewart, long-time Salem School District mathematics teacher, still gets laughs from book given to him in 1960 by students at Parish Junior High School in Salem, Oregon





By Bruce Stewart for Wildcatville 7/30/2023

I started my professional career as a teacher of mathematics at Salem’s Parrish Junior High School in September 1949. I attended Linfield College in McMinnville, Oregon, and was graduated in the spring of 1949, having completed enough credits to secure a secondary certificate to teach ninth through 12th grade.


Carl Aschenbrenner and Neil Brown were Parrish principal and vice-principal respectively and, after an interesting interview, recommended meto teach ninth grade mathematics. There were only two math courses being offered: Ninth grade General Math and First Year Algebra. My assignment was to be six classes of General Math with 36 students in each class. And so it was that for the next 10 years I was privileged to teach many wonderful students.


My classes usually began with a joke. Many were “guffaws”, some poems, lots of one-liners and many groaners. My intent was two-fold. First, to get the students to want be on time, and secondly, to get them to settle down and be ready for the day’s lesson. Generally it worked! 

There were days when, inadvertently, or on purpose, I would miss telling a joke. It wouldn’t be long until a student would say, “Hey Mr. Stewart, you haven’t told a joke for a while.” Then I would go to my file cabinet and pull out a few from my vast collection to try to catch up. 

It got to the point where students would bring jokes to add to my files. To this day, I have four manila folders at least one-inch thick filled with jokes, stories, cartoons, poems, and pictures. The 1969-1960 school year was my last year at Parrish. I was going to North Salem High School to expand my opportunities to teach geometry, second-year algebra, trigonometry and whatever else they wanted me to teach. 

I would miss the eager ninth graders but would also be challenged by older, more mature upper-class students. Many of the ninth graders would be moving on to North High also and might have me for their math classes.



One class in particular, the second-period 1959-1960 class, decided they wouldn’t be able to stand hearing the same old jokes so they gave me a book in hopes of hearing some new ones. That book, which I still have, is called “10,000 JOKES, TOASTS, & STORIES” edited by Lewis and Faye Copeland.
Twenty-seven students of that class signed their names on the flyleaf.



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MORE ABOUT BRUCE STEWART


Bruce Stewart grew up in Tacoma, Wash. He graduated in 1945 from Tacoma's Stadium High School. After graduating in 1949 from Linfield College in McMinnville, he started that year with the Salem School District and retired in 1985. Now 95-years-old, he lives with his wife, Evy, in McMinnville


1949-1960 Parrish Junior High School math teacher
1960-1961 North Salem High School, math teacher
1961-1962 Boston College, student graduate study in math
1962-1965 North Salem High School, math teacher
1965-1970 McNary High School, math teacher
1970-1971 Leave of Absence to be president of Oregon Education Assn.
1971-1972 McNary High School, Keizer, math teacher
1972-1980 North Salem High School, Dean of Boys and Asst. Principal
1980-1985 Mathematics Coordinator for Salem Public Schools
1985- Retired !

Photos: Bruce Stewart with the joke book given to him in 1960 by Parish Junior High students, close up of student signatures on the book’s flyleaf, and the book’s title page. (Tim Marsh photos). Bruce Stewart, North Salem High School teacher in 1974 (NSHS Viking” yearbook). 






Thursday, July 6, 2023

A Time of Grateful Remembering: The life of Margaret Ray Thompson

A Time of Grateful Remembering: The life of Margaret Ray Thompson



Based on comments by the Rev. Chuck Hindman during Margaret’s memorial service held June 24, 2023, at First Congregational Church in Walla Walla, Wash.






Margaret Ray Thompson was born in Lacona, Iowa, t0 Ray and Luella Smith on March 24, 1929. She was the youngest of three sisters. Helen was 19 years older and Grace five years older, so she got special attention as the “baby of the family.”

She grew up in nearby Chariton, Iowa, where Margaret did well in school, singing in the choir, playing trumpet in the band, joining the drama club, participating in National Honor Society, getting elected as student council vice president, and being selected as 1946 Chariton High School Homecoming Queen. She was bright, talented, outgoing, and well-liked and had many friends.


Margaret's father was a successful salesman for Hormel Meats. He traveled all around Iowa. He was a natural-born salesperson, so he did very well, making his family better off than so many during the Great Depression. That was until rheumatoid arthritis got so bad that he could no longer travel. Margaret was in eighth grade. He was able to get a job doing bookkeeping for the city, but it was not nearly as lucrative as before.

Social Security had come into being by then, but it did not include disability benefits, so times were lean. They took in boarders in their home in order to make ends meet. In spite of that, if hoboes knocked at their door by the railroad tracks asking for some work to earn lunch, Margaret’s mother, Luella, always obliged and treated them like guests.

When Margaret graduated from high school in 1947, she moved to Vancouver, Washington, to live with her oldest sister, Helen. Margaret's empty bedroom meant her folks could take in another boarder. She also moved to attend Clark (junior) College in Vancouver. So, Margaret set out on a new chapter in her life. During her freshman year at Clark, she met a guy named Roy Thompson.

Roy graduated in 1944 from Vancouver High School (now Fort Vancouver High School) when he was 17-years-old  because he was a good student and skipped seventh grade.

After high school he played football University of Washington as starting center and linebacker for the Huskies.

As one of many patriotic young men of his time, Roy served in the military during World War II. When he turned 18 he dropped out of the university and enlisted in the Army to serve as a paratrooper. He did not see action because the war ended. So, he ended up playing football to entertain the troops. Then, he returned to Clark as a student. After Clark he transferred to the University of Portland where he earned his bachelor’s degree and played football.

Roy's story was even tougher than Margaret 's since he had lost his mother when he was 15-years-old. Soon after his father left Roy and Roy’s brother, two years older, at home in Vancouver on their own while he worked elsewhere.

Thankfully, the Thompson brothers got help from other family members in town so Roy could finish high school. In addition, Roy worked in a local papermill.

During his Army service overseas, Roy sent money home to his father assuming it would be saved for him. But, Roy never saw any of it. He’d hope to have savings when he and Margaret married. Instead, they were broke.

Margaret and Roy married June 1, 1948. Helen lent them $25 so they could go on a one-night honeymoon to Seaside, Oregon, and they went from there.

Football, frugality, and the GI Bill got them through Roy's college years so he could begin a career in teaching and coaching football. They started out in a 740 square foot house that was anything but fancy, but it was always clean and cared for.

You might think at times that a football coach's wife was a celebrity in the towns in which they served, but that was not the whole story.

In his first assignment in Astoria, they hung a dummy in effigy with his name on it because they lost a lot of games early on while he was turning the program around.

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In Roseburg, he had to fire three local boys who were assistants and started out 0 and 9 for the first season. They turned it around, but only after some really tough years of being targets of ridicule and unhappiness.

The same cycle happened when they moved to Walla Walla and he coached for Whitman College until they cut funding so much that it was time to leave.

Through thick and thin, Margaret’s charm, relation-building skills, and giving attitude remained consistent. Her strawberry-rhubarb pie and hospitality didn’t hurt either. And, of course, she was there for Roy when no one else was.

In 1952 Margaret and Roy were blessed with son Mark. Then Kristin (Kris) became part of the family 12 years later, in 1964. Margaret was, as you might surmise, a loving and capable mom.

After years of not being able to have a second child, you can imagine heir joy when they were able to go to Portland and come back with Kris. It was like Margaret was twice a new mom. I’m pretty sure Mark wasn’t nearly as cuddly as Kris back then.

Having grown up with a father who became disabled in middle age, tragedy struck again when Roy was only 50 years old. Colon cancer left him really limited and needing Margaret's regular care. Then, prostate cancer went out of control before he died at age 66.

She took to heart all the help she received and became a dedicated volunteer in many community groups! She helped to create the first Walla Walla Meals on Wheels program, and worked weekly for more than 40 years supporting those who needed meals delivered to them enabling them to stay in their homes for as long as possible,

She was a docent at Walla Walla’s Carnegie Art Center until it closed, making many new and lasting friendships. She was active in PEO, the garden club, and several bridge groups.

Margaret often golfed with a friend and she enjoyed traveling with friends.


She loved being a grandmother and loved all of her grandchildren equally and attended most of their sporting, and music events! Later, she was a proud great-grandmother of five.

Dolores Peery, who was her neighbor across the street then across the hall at Wheatland Village in Walla Walla for 30 years, describes Margaret as always kind and positive. She was like that with everyone.

You might say that Margaret had distinct chapters in her life.

=There were the growing up years that got more challenging when her father became disabled.

=Then there were the married years of being the coach’s wife with all the unwritten expectations and needs before Roy became ill. As caregiver for him, she was assisted by hospice, friends, Mark and Kris.

=Then the years she worked as a preschool teacher to help fund Kris' education until she retired and remained a cherished friend to so many.

=Finally, there were the years, starting in 1993 when Roy died. She was almost 64-years old then. This final chapter of 30 years was filled with recreating herself as a valued family and community member, through volunteering, and wonderful friendships. Her kindness and smile ministered to many, especially where she lived in her last two years, on the second floor of Odd Fellows Home in Walla Walla. She passed away at age 94 on May 28, 2023, with her family at her side. 

In conclusion, the Biblical story of Ezekiel and the dry bones fits Margaret.

Ezekiel lived in a time when his people had been taken into exile as slaves to the Babylonians. There were a defeated and seemingly powerless people, but Ezekiel saw how God could bring life to the dry bones of his people.

It was like that for Margaret and so many others of her generation who had a gift for bringing life to dry bones, bringing resiliency to her own life and the lives of others. Through good times and bad, she brought life and continued to love.

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Mountain View Cemetery, Walla Walla, Wash.