Linda Henry

Sing-along with Louie

March 30, 2014

Louis Hauser, Sunrise Park Junior High, 1976

–In honor of my teacher Louis Hauser, who died earlier this month

At Sunrise Junior High, we were on modular scheduling. Of course we were. It was the 1970s; everything was mod. Instead of hours, our school day was divided into 23-minute units called “mods.” A class might be two mods, a lab might be three. Lunch was one. During a free mod or two between classes, you might go to study hall. But more likely, you went to sing-along. Read More

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Mar 31, 2014 3:32 AM EDT

Loved this piece. You captured the essence of that time and place - I can picture and feel the freedom of those lucky students:)
(I am a friend of Cynthia Ekren')

- Karen Spillman Herborn

Mar 31, 2014 5:58 AM EDT

Thanks, Karen. Any friend of Cindie's is a friend of mine. (Really, I'm systematically stealing them from her.)

- Linda Henry

Mar 31, 2014 6:41 AM EDT

Love this article. I shared it with my husband and confessed to why I could belt out the words to Arlo Guthrie's "City of New Orleans". That song (and many others) are permanently etched into into my streaming memory thanks to Mr. Hauser and Mr. Adams. His legacy lives on in all of us!

- Jodi Fish-Knutson

Mar 31, 2014 7:16 PM EDT

Thanks for the memories! I have those Sing Along books still, and will occasionally sit down at the piano and bang out a few of those tunes. I remember feeling honored to be asked to play guitar alongside the Louie at the piano. There was something magical about Sing Along at Sunrise, but I didn't really appreciate it until years later.

- Corie Lindemann

Apr 01, 2014 8:15 PM EDT

Nailed it. I caught up w/ both Louie and Mr. Adams at Central.

Mr. Hauser had the band (and later Mr.Woodbury) and Mr. Adams had the choir. I think my older brother Dave left quite an impression with Mr. Hauser, for when ever I screwed up, he said my brothers name.

Good memories. Miss the guy.

- Greg Dow

May 06, 2014 10:06 PM EDT

Oh how I remember! Nicely written! I was a year behind you all the way through high school Linda. You hung around with the funniest people. I used to follow you guys around just to hear you all talk. I think you worked at Chesters when I did? Anyways, I've been doing Face Book for a while now and when I saw this site I immediately thought of and called Mr. Hauser. That was not this Easter but the one B4. He told me about how him and his wife run every morning and sometimes ride bikes around the lake (WBL) and were going to spend Easter with his son that lives in Prospect park area in Mpls right by the witches tower (the one mentioned in War for the oaks) They were going to ride their bikes along the Mississippi for fun. He was one of my favorite people in the whole world and I told him so and why etc. I am glad I had the chance. I am pretty broken up about his passing... Does anyone know how his wife is doing?

- laurel lynn larkin

May 07, 2014 3:59 AM EDT

I'm so glad you reconnected with him and told him how you felt, Laurel. I bet that meant a lot to him. Yes, I worked at Chester's, first as a hostess and then as a waitress. Some funny memories from that era. Great to hear from you. Thanks for reading and for the kind words.

- Linda Henry

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Advice from a professional writer: Write what you don't know

World peace, all around

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Sending your innocent child to jail is, by definition, abusive.

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A very minor rant

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