Saturday, June 15, 2013

Staying Healthy: A Necessity For Classroom Teachers

Summer is a great time to reevaluate, not just your teaching, but your life. Since becoming a teacher I have realized that my personal health matters. An unhealthy person cannot perform with teaching excellence. Although many schools avail teachers the opportunity of ample sick days, it is not productive to students if  teachers are out for too many days. Also, many teachers juggle being spouses, mothers/fathers, coaches, etc.  Why do teachers tend to have so many roles? Well, because typically teachers are givers. We want to help and do for others, often putting our own needs and especially our health at the bottom of the "to do" list. But, this mentality must change for us to perform at our peak in the classroom and at home. But, where do we start. Well, it is different for every person and every family. In this post, I will start with the rules that I continue to live by to stay healthy and on top of my game.

5 Rules That I Live By To Stay Healthy

1. No Alcohol-- Personally, I am not against alcohol for religious purposes and I don't have alcoholics in my family. It just makes me feel bad, and I keeps me from being my best, so I choose not to drink it.

2. Reduce Sugar-- I love desserts. Yes, all kinds, and I don't believe that someone has to totally eliminate sugar to stay healthy, but it needs to be consumed in very small amounts. Soda, juice, granola bars, certain yogurts all have lots of sugars. It is important to be aware of how much sugar is being consumed in a day, and keep it limited. I have watched several videos on how sugar causes all types of problems with health. I will share one later in this post.

3. Exercise-- Throughout the years I have done about every workout fad out there. In the 90's it was Buns of Steel, Tae-Boe, the step workouts. Then it was yoga and pilates. Now, it is P90X, Insanity, Body Pump, etc. As a part-time worker/mom I found it fairly easy to work in a daily workout routine. Now, as a teacher, it has become increasingly difficult. I had to change my outlook to get exercise in everyday. So,  I try to include the family. Depending on the day, we might go play soccer at a local field, walk at the local track, jump on the trampoline, or dance the night away to Just Dance. It isn't as intense as some of the more structured work out regimes, but family workouts offer exercise and family togetherness, two great goals for working parents.

4. Eat Your Veggies- Recently, it seems that more adults are struggling with cancer. Through study I've found that some cancers can be prevented by eating your veggies. Dark green veggies are the best- super foods they are called--broccoli, spinach, brussel sprouts. I have a friend who gave me a recipe for baked brussel sprouts proudly proclaiming that her children ate them like candy. "Wow, really!?" Well, my kids did enjoy the recipe, not sure about comparing it to candy, but they did like the dish, and try to incorporate in the weekly dinner rotation as often as we can.

5. Pursue a hobby-- My hobby is writing. It keeps me happy. I try to spend no more than an hour a day at it so that I can balance everything else, but everyone needs something that is special to him/her to stay balanced. Experts say that antidepressant medication has increased 400 percent in the last two decades. This is an epidemic! Pursue something a little every day that will keep you happy and healthy without turning to drugs.

Health like education is very much a journey. I strive to be healthy because I want to be present for my family and my students. Some days being healthy doesn't work like I want it to just like my classroom lessons don't work out all the time, but the goal is there to strive for everyday. Small steps count!

Videos and articles that have helped me in my pursuit to stay healthy!



                                              Is Sugar Toxic - 60 Minutes Investigates 


Anti cancer with Dr. David Servan- Schreiber


There are also many free workout videos via YouTube: I enjoy The Biggest Loser Workouts. I have found them to be pretty intense workouts, and many are 30 minutes or less!

                                                          A Biggest Loser Workout



Psych Central
Antidepressant Use Up 400 Percent in US
http://psychcentral.com/news/2011/10/25/antidepressant-use-up-400-percent-in-us/30677.html

Moving From Student Teacher to Teacher

Over the last two days I have been thinking about this blog. As an English teacher, I love to write. The process can be a type of therapy so to speak. Last year I entitled the blog, Becoming a Teacher of Excellence. The title of the blog gave me focus, desire and drive to maintain excellence throughout my first year as a teacher.

As I plan for the next upcoming year, I still feel like a new teacher--stumbling at times--feeling inadequate at times. However, I know that I am a teacher, not just a student teacher. Toward the end of this past school year, I was sharing a lesson from my blog. One of my more talkative students, after reading the name of my blog, shouted, "But, Mrs. Farmer, you already are an excellent teacher." I appreciated his comment at the time, and now I know it is time for a change. I am a teacher and a good one.

Furthermore, often it is good to read and research the excellent teaching strategies of other educators. Personally, I love to research and I love to dream. The problem lies when the researching and dreaming becomes bigger than the doing. There comes a point when we, as teachers seeking excellence, must believe and be confident in our abilities, without running to other educators for approval. We must take control of our own teaching and find our own way knowing and believing that we are doing the right thing for our classroom and our students.

So, this is a turning point, my plan is to just do more and research less, realizing that my strategies work. I am a teacher now.

Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy.

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Sunday, June 9, 2013

6th Grade ELA: Thematic Units Ahead

It is difficult to nail down themes, novel choices for a school year. There are so many possibilities that my mind can spin until-- well I'm just exhausted, but it also brings momentum and excitement too. That is the awesomeness that is teaching--creativity.

The following is a brainstorm of my thoughts so far for the 2013-14 school year.

The Common Core suggests that units have a unified theme to pull the texts together. It is important that students understand the bigger picture. We are not just teaching a novel with various characters, but rather an idea or message. The texts should not only increase their IQ (intelligence quotient) but their HQ (heart quotient) as well.

Last year I was able to do this with two units, but two other units focused just on a genre such as poetry and mythology. This upcoming school year, I would like to combine all the various genres under one thematic idea. So instead of just teaching a poetry unit, I will use various poetry throughout all units, and teach mini-lessons on different poetic elements and styles within every unit. Additionally, students will have set individual goals for their own private reading that will cover all genres: poetry, contemporary literature, fantasy, historical fiction, mystery, biography, autobiography, memoirs, informational, non-fiction.


The Thematic Units
Rising up From Hate: Equality For All
(The Diary of Anne Frank, Weedflower, Claudette Colvin: Twice Toward Justice)

Endurance: Surviving In The World Today
(Hatchet, Endurance, Swimming Upstream: Middle School Poems)

Overcoming Adversity: How to Combat Economic Struggles Through Education
(Out of The Dust, Grapes of Wrath, articles, poetry)

Native American Literature and Poetry: Qualities of Teamwork, Endurance, Perseverance
(Moccasin Trail, poems, mythology, short stories, articles)

Believe It and Achieve It: Bringing Your Best Everyday
(Homer Hickam's Rocket Boys, Million Dollar Throw, articles,poetry)

These themes may be outlined in greater detail in future blog posts with alignment with the 6th grade ELA Common Core Standards.

Each of these units have the potential to be  taught with great breadth as well as depth. I look forward to their progression in the coming weeks.






Saturday, June 8, 2013

Read Alouds in Middle Grades: Are They Important?

Many educators debate on whether reading aloud to middle grade readers is beneficial. Some believe it is too passive of an experience. Why read to the kids when they can already read? Well, I have done some research, and I would like to explore what two reader teachers have concluded and try to relate those conclusions to my own experience.

First, we know that language development begins with listening. Infants learn language first from listening to their parents. Also, when someone learns a second language, he or she will listen and understand first before repeating and speaking. For example, in college, I minored in Spanish and spent a summer abroad studying at the University of Guadalajara. I will contend that it was much easier for me to understand what others were saying than it was for me to repeat an intelligent answer. It took almost the entire three months before I really felt comfortable interacting using basic conversation skills, despite understanding most of what was being said. Therefore, listening comprehension comes before reading comprehension. If I heard a word spoken in Spanish frequently than it would be easier for me to pick it up in my reading comprehension of the text. In the language lab, I spent hours listening to tapes, while following along with the text. The more hours I worked with read alouds the greater my reading comprehension skills became in the new language.

Trelease, the author of the Read Aloud Handbook, states that listening vocabulary fuels reading vocabulary, and that there is a difference between a students listening level and reading level. He argues that parents and teachers should be reading higher level texts aloud to students or their children, which in turn will introduce new vocabulary and comprehension. Furthermore, he argues that the book should be promoting the IQ (intelligence) and their HQ (heart). On the other hand, individual reading can be set on each student's personal reading level, and is different from group read alouds. Finally, Trelease concludes that read alouds should be apart of all classrooms across all grade levels.

Donalyn Miller, the author of The Book Whisper, and vogue writer on the topic of engaging students to read, states, "Your (teacher) ability to fluently read a text that is inaccessible or challenging to many students aids their comprehension, vocabulary development, and enjoyment. Students can apply their mental effort to building meaning from the book instead of decoding language." In addition, she concludes that share-read alouds are beneficial. "Share-reading involves you reading aloud to students while they each follow along in their copy. Share-reading may increase students' reading speed because they have to keep up with a reader who reads at a faster rate then they do. Students' sight recognition of vocabulary improves because unknown words are pronounced for them. Again students' focus can be steered toward comprehension versus decoding."

Personally, I agree with their claims. Let's look at teaching classroom novels. It is not easy to teach a novel, and the Common Core wants teachers to compare and contrast possibly two at a time along with other shorter texts all within the scope of a thematic unit. This can be a challenge time wise, and it is very difficult to hit on a classroom novel that all students can read fluently on their own. I have found that it is more engaging for the students to read shorter texts on their own, and I read aloud the novels to them. For example, if we are reading The Diary of Anne Frank, which has very difficult vocabulary, I might begin the lesson with students reading an article on World War II individually and silently. They could use their close reading skills, write down any new vocabulary, and it can be accomplished in fifteen minutes or so. Then, we could discuss as a class as I then introduce the novel reading for that class period. As a result, I am able to assess how each student reads individually, while also offering an opportunity to increase their reading vocabulary through the read aloud of the novel. In my experience, middle grades readers enjoy articles that supplement the text because it can be accomplished in a short period of time, and it creates a deeper understanding of the novel. Students also enjoy being read to as well. Many seem to crave it, especially if you have an art for it. I believe it is nurturing for them, and they need a reader role model.

My final thoughts are reading taught in the classroom should be a combination of silent sustained reading, read-alouds, and reading between students (group reading). There is not one perfect strategy, because all students are different. As with everything in life, there needs to be a balance. My desire is to achieve that balance in the upcoming school year in hopes of creating a love for reading among all of my students.

Sources for post:

http://www.trelease-on-reading.com/lecture_audio.html

 
http://www.bookwhisperer.com/


Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Igniting a Passion:My Grandfather's Journey: Achieving His Dream of Flight: Part 3


Ed: “After the cancellation of the Army Air Corps training program for the war I was asked to help train female pilots for another government program called the WASP program in Sweetwater, Texas. WASP stood for Women Auxiliary Service Pilot. There were a total of 1,800 women that had been trained as pilots through that program. I trained three young ladies during that time. The training time also afforded me the opportunity to receive my Civil Aviation Authority (CAA) instrument rating. The holder of a CAA can fly airplanes, helicopters, and airships. The WASP program paid for me to get that certification, which in my mind was another link to getting were I needed to go.”
It was late in 1944. Ed accomplished a great deal at a young age. By 24 years old, he captured his dream of becoming a pilot and trained hundreds of men to fly for the war. But, were would his dream go now? Newly married to a beautiful young lady named Lois May Thurman from Joplin, Missouri, he decided that the best thing would be to move back home to Missouri and get a job. He did not see how he could fly anymore now that the war was ending. But, then came a surprise visitor to the base were Ed was training the female pilots. A captain from Eastern Airlines arrived looking to recruit airline pilots, and one paid a call to Ed’s training facility.
Ed: “The Captain from Eastern Airlines came to check out and recruit airline instructors for their commercial airline. I never spoke with him. I didn’t really think there was much point to it at the time. I figured my color vision problems would not allow me to fly with the airline, and honestly I wasn’t sure that I would like to fly commercially, just flying from one place straight to another. I guess it seemed kind of boring. I liked acrobatics and stunt flying, which was daring and had a bit more adventure to it. But, when I went home to tell Lois about it, she could not understand why I wouldn’t speak with the airline captain. After all, I was out of a job, and now we were expecting our first child. Still, I felt it best to head back to Missouri, but just as we were talking I got an unexpected call. As a picked up the phone and listened, I soon realized that this call might change the course of my career forever. His name was Dr. Andrews. He asked, “Mr. Wyrick, have you thought of flying for Eastern Airlines?” I told him that I would be interested but that I had issues passing tests because of my color blindness. He retorted, ‘Well, you just come on to my office tomorrow, and I will check you out.’ So, that is what I did.”
The following day I went to his office, and he administered the “yarn” vision test, which was not as difficult to pass as the military tests. Dr. Andrews looked me squarely in the face stating, “Mr. Wyrick, you are fine, and besides you have many hours of flight time. I’m going to pass you.”
Elated at the prospect of flying now, Ed went home to tell his wife Lois. Overjoyed she packed his bags to help him get ready for his next set of interviews in Miami, Florida.
Ed: “I packed up and headed down to Eastern’s hub in Miami, Florida. For two days, I went through extensive interviews. Then, I had to pack up again and go home. I didn’t know whether or not I got the job. Then on Monday, November 27th 1944, I got the call. I got the job. Within a month, I was co-piloting a DC-3 airplane. I could not believe that my love, my dream of flying was a reality."
Ed led a phenomenal career with Eastern Airlines beginning that Monday in November of 1944 until his last flight on October 26, 1980 at the age of 60 years.
Ed: “Flight 86. I will never forget. I charged an L-1011 over the blue ocean waters from San Juan, Puerto Rico en route to Atlanta, Georgia, now also my home. The Rolls Royce engines thrust us forward, and I realized at that moment-I would never experience this moment again. I enjoyed the flight thinking back on my career and back to the beginning as a little farm boy when a stranger gave me the opportunity of a lifetime, to know and experience flight."
"I remember that last flight as I pulled into the Atlanta terminal and was met by two fire trucks. The firemen offered a farewell salute, and made an arc of water over the airplane with their fire hoses. Once I walked out of the terminal and into the arrival gate, I was greeted by family, friends, and coworkers. The retirement speeches were given and I was awarded for my services. I decided after the awards and speeches it was time to show my family that I was ready to embark on my next dream. Flying had been my passion and my dream for many years, but at the age of sixty it was time to embark on another dream that had haunted me for years. I leaned over in front of the crowd surrounding me, and opened my briefcase. I reached up for my airline hat, and removed it with my right hand, but with my left hand I placed on my head an old western Stetson. To me this symbolized a new dream, a dream to farm. You see my life at this time had come full circle. I grew up on a farm, and loved planting, harvesting, the animals, and nature. Those experiences as a young boy on my grandparents’ farm never left me. With a lot of luck I was able to pursue my dreams of becoming a pilot, and I succeeded in achieving that dream, but we always have to be on the lookout for what’s ahead. For me, it was owning my own farm. It is now 33 years since my retirement. I have spent those years dedicated to my farm, my wife, and my family. I am a lucky man.”
Sitting with my grandfather, listening, and writing his story has given me a deeper appreciation for who he is and how he accomplished his dreams. Always quiet and humble, he pursued his dreams without fail. Yes, he admits to being lucky, but he knew his dreams and he was passionate about them. When he met my grandmother, he fell for her instantly. Although he was dating another young lady at the time, he quickly averted his attention to my grandmother and proposed to her on their second date. He could hardly wait the allotted 5 minutes he gave her to make up her mind! Luckily, she said, “yes”. They were married for an amazing 68 years with four children, 11 grandchildren, and 7 great grandchildren to show for their union.
My grandfather knew what he wanted and once he landed on his passions he never let them go. My hope is that others learn from his example, find their passions, and dedicate their lives to them knowing that by holding fast they will make a positive difference for themselves and those closest to them.

Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
~Langston Hughes

 

Lois Thurman Wyrick
Wife of Edwin L. Wyrick for 68 years
Passed in 2012
 

                                                               Ed headed outbound on a trip.
                                                             Ed in Eastern airlines uniform.
                                                                      Getting ready for take off.
 


                                                                 
Awaiting the arrival of Ed's last flight. (1980)
 
Awards for service.
 
Beginning of a new dream.
                                                                          On the farm.
 

Another dream lived--a strong and lasting marriage.
 

Igniting a Passion: My Grandfather's Journey: Achieving His Dream of Flight Part Two


Edwin now called “Ed” by his friends and family continued to grow on the farm. He prospered in school, making straight A's which honored him a coveted spot in the National Honor Society. Ed’s height and physical agility helped him excel in sports, which he played as often as he could.
Ed: “I loved school. I enjoyed learning and reading, but I also loved sports. Basketball was my favorite and I played it as often as I could. I studied hard, and made straight A's. I hadn’t really gotten an interest in girls yet. I was too busy with farm chores, study, and sports.”
Ed worked hard academically, but he had not forgotten his passion for flying.
Ed: “I would read articles on flying as often as I could. Sitting at my desk, I would open my textbook so it looked like I was studying, but I would actually be reading a flying magazine. One time my teacher caught me, and yelled, “Ed Wyrick, you better put that magazine away! Your attention needs to be on your studies!” I never understood why she cared so much because my grades were good.”
Although Ed studied and read about flying as often as he could, he felt in his heart that becoming a pilot was out of his reach.
Ed: “It was expensive to take flying lessons. There was a small airport in Joplin, Missouri and I could take lessons there, but we were poor and my Dad didn’t know how we would pay for them. My dad ran small little grocery stores. He had the idea that maybe we could trade groceries for flying lessons, but that didn’t really pan out.”
So, the dream of a young teen stayed at a distance, while the country wrestled with a deep economic depression. It was 1937; Franklin D. Roosevelt was serving his second term as president.  Roosevelt created many reform policies and work relief programs in hopes of stimulating the economy. One of those programs included the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC), which began in 1933. The purpose was to provide employment and occupational training for unemployed youths as well as war veterans, and Native Americans, aged 18-25 years. The program was established under The New Deal that President Roosevelt established. The CCC’s purpose served to implement a general natural resource conservation program in every state. The employees worked by planting billions of trees throughout America, constructing more than 800 parks, upgrading state parks, and developing public roadways in rural areas. Under the CCC, Roosevelt decided to implement a pilot training program, which was passed by Congress in 1939. The program granted schools across the nation funds to begin a piloting program. Joplin Junior College was among those chosen.
Ed: “The Depression was hitting us hard. Many people were out of work. At the time, now 1938, at the age of 18, I had finished high school. I began my college studies at Joplin Junior College. We didn’t have any money, but lucky for me I had an athletic scholarship for basketball. I can’t say that I studied hard during those two years. My mind was on other things like basketball, football, and girls. Also, I found it difficult to keep my mind on my studies. I wanted to pursue my dream of becoming a pilot. There was a heightening awareness of Hitler and the European conflict. I knew that something was going to happen soon, but much of the country did not want to get involved after what had happened in the first world war. As a country we wanted to stay out of their business, but pressure was mounting. I continued with my studies at Joplin Junior College. One of my professors knew that I had the dream to become a pilot, and he approached me one day with an idea. He stated, “Ed, the college is now offering a Civilian Pilot Training or CPT course under the Civilian Conservation Corps. I think you should try for it.” I signed up right away after passing the necessary physicals. There were thirty students in all, twenty-seven boys and three girls. The government mandated that 10% of flight students had to be women. The college hired an instructor from the local Joplin airport. He conducted one to two hours of ground school training and then instructed us in flight for the rest of the day. So, we started flying practice right from the beginning. I was 19 years old when I began the program. I was never really sure why President Roosevelt began the program, but I felt that he wanted a secretive way to train fighter pilots for the impending war. At the time, we were not a belligerent nation. The nation as a whole did not want to get involved with Hitler’s rampage, but the pressure was mounting. I had my suspicions, but at the time, I was just happy to fulfill my dream of becoming a pilot.”
Ed went on to finish his first round of flight studies with great success. He continued to play basketball, and completed his other studies. He felt the tensions mounting across the country due to the European conflict, so he decided to try and enlist as a pilot for the Army Air Corps.
Ed: “I was ready to fight Hitler. I wanted to get in my fighter plane, and fly over Europe, and do away with the evil that existed over there. I decided to try for the Army Air Corps. I was nineteen, tall and strong, so I thought the physical exam would not be a problem. There were several parts to the examination, and an eye exam was included. It turned out that I had a color vision problem. I could not believe it. I had already passed other physical exams with flying colors. I was rejected and not allowed to enlist. Devastated, I decided to try the Navy. The Navy had similar exams, and once again, I failed due to color vision problems. The Navy rejected me. I felt dejected, but I wanted to fly. I could think of nothing else.”
Ed went back to Joplin Junior College. He still needed to finish his studies, and he soon learned that the college was beginning an advanced flight school.
Ed: “It was the fall of 1940. I began my third year of college and I was about to turn twenty years old. My mentor and professor told me about the flight program and instructed me to enroll in the advanced flight school. I wanted to do it, but I needed money. My basketball scholarship was for only two years. As I approached another school year, I had to find a way to fund it. So, I decided to try football. I excelled and another lucky break gave way. I received another year of athletic scholarship, which allowed me to enter the advanced pilot training program. One more hurdle came up though. To enroll in the advanced courses I had to pass the color vision exam. First, I went to a medical doctor in town, but I failed, so I decided to drive out of town to Chanute, Kansas. I took the exam again and passed. That was a lucky break.”
For the next several months Ed pursued his studies, and stayed at the top of his class in flight school. He ascended passed basic flight skills to a more advanced aeronautical training.
Ed: “I was now doing flying acrobatics. I flew a PT19. It was a biplane that was used to train cadets to become combat pilots. Although, I loved acrobatic flying, I knew that the program served as an avenue to train future fighter pilots. As I said before, at this time we had still not gotten into the war. Pearl Harbor had not occurred yet; no one was being drafted to the war effort yet. No one told me that I was training for combat, but I knew that is what we were doing.”
During this time Ed had learned of another avenue to pursue his passion of flight. In the fall of 1941, the Royal Air Force was recruiting American pilots to fight for the British in the fight against Hitler. This recruitment for young American pilots was led by the Clayton Night Committee.
Ed: “The Clayton Night Committee, led by a man named Clayton Night, saught to transport Americans over to Britain to fly in combat against Hitler. I thought this might be a great way for me to fly in combat since I failed the examinations for the Army Air Corps and Navy. So, I went to the interview, but at the age of 22 I didn’t understand the psychology behind their questions. During the interview, a stern RAF officer sat in front of me drilling questions on how committed I was in the cause against Hitler. I remember him staring me straight in the eye and asked, “What if King George wants you to dig ditches?” I told him that I just wanted to fly. The next day I went to see if I had made the cut. I glanced up at the roster to see a large slash through my name. I walked up to the officer and asked why he slashed my name off the list. He responded by stating, “I’m sorry but we want soldiers who want to destroy Hitler, not just want to fly.”
Discouraged, Ed got a job at the local Long Bell Lumber Company in Joplin.
Ed: “I felt that I had exhausted all possibilities of continuing my dream to fly. I could not afford an airplane or the gas that it took. I had been rejected from the Army Air Corps, Navy, and Royal Air Force, so I just got a job. It was toward the end of 1941. I worked as a shipping clerk, and played basketball for the company basketball league. That’s how I got the job. They wanted a good player for their basketball team. I enjoyed playing ball, but I hated the job. I was going stir crazy. I worked there about three months when the country got devastating news. I was driving in town with some friends when the news came over the radio stating, “Pearl Harbor was attacked.” I couldn’t believe it. I was more desperate than ever to find a way to fly. Something had to change. Something had to break. I had recently heard about a third Civilian Training Pilot (CPT) course being offered in Pittsburg, Kansas. The advanced course instructed pilots to fly across country and to be flight instructors themselves. I wrote to my old professor who had introduced me to the the initial flight program a few years earlier. He made a call and got me in. Elated, I packed my bags, quit my job, and hopped the first bus to Pittsburg. I finished the program in June of 1942.”
In the summer of 1942, the United States was almost one year into the war against Hitler. Thousands of men were enlisting into the Army. As a result, there was a tremendous need for fighter pilots to fly across the Atlantic, but the pool was shallow. Men needed to be trained, so the Army Air Corps sought out civilian flights instructors to train Army Air Corps cadets.
Ed: “The Army Air Corps recruited me as a flight trainer, but I maintained my civilian status. I moved down to Stamford, Texas to train the cadets, but this became problematic when the draft began. The civilian flight trainers were being drafted out of the program. Not long after beginning my work there, my parents informed me that I had received my draft notice back in Missouri. The Army Air Corps did not want to lose me to the draft, so they enlisted me as an Army Air Corps Enlisted Reserve. That way I was no longer subject to the draft. As a reservist I continued to wear civilian clothes. The other guys and I would go into town with our civilian clothes on, and the public didn’t know what we were doing. They’d look us up and down seeing that we were young men and began to mock us and saying, “Why aren’t you fighting the Nazis?” So, to keep us from further torment the Army Air Corps put us in full uniform. I was thankful for that.”
As an instructor, the color vision problem did not affect him. Ed continued to instruct future fighter pilots, with a small limitation of not flying at night.
Ed: “I was assigned five cadets every nine weeks beginning in June of 1942. I was 22 years old at the time. The instructors and I taught nine weeks on with one week off. Depending on the weather, we might not get any time off. There were three levels of fight training: primary, basic, and advanced. I instructed the initial primary training. It was a strenuous training program with a wash out rate of about 30%. It was my job to be the first to cut those that weren’t going to make the grade. That was difficult for me at first because I felt that a few cadets would have gotten it if they just had a little more time. One of my students in the first group that I taught was almost there, but I worried that he may have trouble once he reached the basic training. Well, I hate to say it but I was right. He washed out during basic, and the upper level instructors came down on me for passing him. I realized that I would have to get tough. Only the best could move forward. Once the pilots passed all three levels they had the choice of being a bomber pilot or a fighter pilot. It made no difference. It was the pilot’s choice. Once the young pilot chose, he was sent off in an airplane across the vast Atlantic to fight the Germans.”
The fighter pilot training continued for two years until the war began to wane and Hitler began losing ground.
Ed: “I continued instructing for two years. Nine weeks on, training 5 male cadets at a time, with one week off until September of 1944. This was my contribution to the war effort. The Army Air Corps did not allow me to fly as a fighter or bomber pilot due to my slight color blindness, but I was able to train hundreds of men to fly and fight for our country. In September of 1944, the government shut down the program. I was not sure what to do after the program ended, but soon came another stroke of luck that kept my dream alive.”
                                               Edwin "Ed" Wyrick Joplin Missouri High School
                                          Travelaire 4000 Secondary Civilian Pilot Training CPT (1940)
                                                Uniform for open cockpits. Cold in the winter months.
 
                                                         Trainer for Army Air Corps 1943
                                                                                 1943
                  Flight line in Stamford, Texas. Army Air Corps Flight Training Detachment. 1942.
 

 

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Igniting a Passion: My Grandfather's Journey: Achieving His Dream of Flight Part One


My grandfather contributes much of his success to luck. I personally feel that he is a bit modest. “Luck, really? I’m not so sure,” I think to myself as I prop against the wooden arm rest of my grandfather’s coach. I lean a little closer to him, pen and pad in hand. I am ready; ready for his story. This will be a first for me. Throughout my life, my grandfather and I have never been close. My love for him has never wavered, but my grandmother and I were kindred spirits from the start. Her love for writing and ability to speak publicly without the slightest fear captivated me as a young child, and left strong impressions. On the other hand, my grandfather took a more modest approach to life, often taking the back seat to my grandmother, which he never seemed to mind. But, now, at the age of 92, my grandfather is alone. After 68 years of marriage to my grandmother, he is alone, and it is his time. Since the months of my grandmother’s passing, I made a commitment to my grandfather; he doesn’t know it, but I have. My commitment is to know him and love him. Part of this commitment is telling his story.
My grandfather claims to have had three great passions during his lifetime: flying, farming, and his marriage. He is the only person that I know personally that knew his passions at a young age and held fast to them, never wavering for a moment. He is also one of the few that made his passions happen. My grandfather dreamed, but he also accomplished those dreams. He claims that his life went full circle having been raised on a farm, where he first learned to love animals, nature, and planting to following his next dream of becoming an airline pilot, and finally finishing his career as a farmer again.
The story that follows will begin with my Grandfather’s early life. His time living on his grandparents’ farm in Missouri, the first time he witnessed an airplane circling over his grandparents’ farm, and the “luck” he claims that made his passion of flying a reality.
My grandfather, Edwin Lee Wyrick, was born on a sunny day of October in the year 1920. His parents, Claude and Lillian Wyrick, newlyweds, lived on a small farm in a little town east of Kansas City, Missouri. Young and poor as most newly married couples during the 1920’s, Claude worked long days and nights as a store manager for a local A&P grocery store. Lillian minded the home as well as their new son, Edwin.
Those early years, although arduous for Claude and Lillian, passed quickly for young Edwin. His memory now glosses over to another time; a time that changed his life forever. At the age of four in 1924, Edwin’s father, Claude got a job in Elma, Missouri. Lillian, now pregnant again, felt it would be too difficult for Edwin to move with them. So, Edwin moved in with his grandparents, Ed and Georgia Corley, who also had a young teenage daughter, Helen that could look after him.
Edwin: “My grandfather was a kind man. I would say that he looked a lot like Abraham Lincoln; tall with a gaunt sort of appearance, but he was kind and never laid a hand on me. All he had to do was give me the eye and I knew. Yes, I remember that one day I busted through the screen door he was fixing. I was anxious to get outside I guess. Then I heard in a stern voice, “Ed.” I looked back and saw his firm fixed gaze upon me. I knew I was in trouble. I replied, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” I knew that I had done the wrong thing, but he never laid a hand on me.”
During those early years, Edwin worked hard on the farm helping his grandparents. Beginning at the age of four he milked cows every morning and night, watched over the chickens, and collected the eggs. His grandparents rented the property, so every bit of help mattered. Much of the money made was sent to the property owners.
Edwin: “My grandparents worked about 160 acres of land, which was part of a larger farm. I often thought that the owners of the farm were rich because they had a brick house that stood two stories high. My grandparents hired about ten to twelve workers who tilled and farmed the land. One of my favorite workers was a young black man named, Lev. As all the white laborers would sit at the table and eat their dinner, Lev would sit apart next to the stove. I would go and sit next to him with my first grade primer, and read. Like most young readers, I would read aloud to myself. Lev would watch over me, and whisper words into my ear that I didn’t know. Unlike most black people during that time, he could read. I always liked Lev.”
“As a young boy, it was my job to bring food out to the workers. The ladies, including my grandmother, would cook a great big breakfast in the morning. Then, later in the morning, around 10 or so, I would bring the workers a snack. I carried a tray of sandwiches and coffee. The ladies would continue cooking and at noon everyone would arrive for a big lunch, and then go back out into the fields. At 3 in the afternoon came another snack of sandwiches and coffee, and it would be my job to take it out to the workers. It was not a problem. It was just what was expected.”
So, the years passed, Edwin went to school during the fall and winter months, but was home again during harvest time. His parents, Claude and Lillian, came to see him as often as they could, and it was during one of those visits that a special event happened that sparked Edwin’s imagination and created a passion like no other.
It was the summer of 1927; Edwin was now 7 years old. His parents, grandparents, brother, and Aunt Helen were all home eating supper in his grandparents’ home when they heard strange noises above the farmhouse.
Edwin: “We all heard this loud noise outside. My Aunt Helen and I leaped to the nearest window. We could not believe our eyes. It looked like an airplane, but I had never seen one before. Suddenly the entire family raced out the front door to see it. Then we realized that it was landing on our property! At the age of 7, I stood in awe. My mother, strong willed and gutsy, decided to approach the plane. The pilot worn and weary from the landing exclaimed his apologies by stating, “I’m sorry. I was trying to head to Marshall, Missouri, but the lights on my airplane have not been installed. Since it’s getting dark, I had to find a spot to land.” My mother told him that it was no problem for him to stay the night, and he was welcomed to dinner. Well, the pilot took her up on the kind offer, and ate dinner with us. He  told us all kinds of stories about flight and airplanes. I hung on his every word. The next morning, my mother gave the pilot permission to take me for a spin. The airplane was an open cockpit. We soared all around the town, and I remember how little everyone seemed down below, like they weren’t even real. The air felt so good. My Aunt Helen and I were the only ones to take flight that day, but it was something that I could not forget. It ignited a dream: I wanted to fly.”





                      Claude and Lillian Wyrick with Edwin Lee Wyrick (first son and my grandfather)

                                  Ed Corley (Edwin's grandfather and Abe Lincoln look alike)

                                  Georgia Corley (Edwin's grandmother and wife of Ed Corley)

                                                        Edwin's baby picture circa 1921.

Airplane similar to the one my grandfather rode in as a 7 year old, which ignited his dream to be a pilot.