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Remembering Williams
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Editor:

Andy, your article about Nut Williams really touched me. I am remembering my last visit with him – which I think you would appreciate.

At the last big reunion of my class of 1948, which of course Jack Sportsman put on so well, Charlie and I were visiting. His Alzheimer’s had already started it’s vicious march, and he forgot a few things, but could still tell a great story.

I found out that he and I were both fans of the poet Edgar A. Guest.

When he told the story of going back after he had retired from coaching to substitute (I am assuming) with the “incorrigibles” in detention at the school, they suggested to Charlie that he would probably need a baseball bat to go in and talk to them. Charlie just said “I won’t need a bat,” and he went in.

It ended up that he handed out copies of Edgar A. Guest’s poem that begins something like this: “I have to live with myself, and so, I have to be fit for myself to know. I don’t want to stand with the setting sun and hate myself for the things I’ve done.”

He said that later he could walk down the hall and open the lockers and find those poems posted to the inside door. He was quite a man.

Joyce Hale

1948 classmate
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