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Educator of the Year – Remembering Milton
I wasn’t on the faculty at Jane Addams High School for long before I realized there was something special about Milton.
Milt’s job description was Stockman and his office was in the school’s basement and lined with shelves holding reams of paper, school stationery, notebooks, folders, boxes of pencils and pens, printed forms, and a myriad of other school supplies. And standing along one wall were two large, heavy-duty photocopy machines.
If you needed something copied – and usually several class sets of material were needed – you brought it down to Milt and put it in a box on his desk where it would wait its turn. But if you needed it in a hurry, Milt would give you a cookie and make your copies while you waited.
But I soon realized that many of my colleagues seemed to gravitate to Milt’s office whether or not they needed supplies or copies. And the fact that he always had a drawerful of cookies in his desk was not the only draw.
Milt had long known the administrators and most of the staff, and knew the inner workings of the school. He was a good listener, a wise advisor, and a shoulder to cry on especially for new teachers overwhelmed by the challenges of working with our inner-city students. And I saw that many of the students also sought him out.
It happened Addams was one of selected New York City high schools that had a pre-natal program and day care center in the building for our students who were pregnant or already were parents – teenage girls who might otherwise have dropped out of school. The program provided them with a social worker and medical counseling and support, and provided the infants and toddlers with nurturing caregivers while their mothers were in class.
Because the nursery was on the same floor as the school library where I worked I would often spot Milt coming down the hall to play with the babies, and would sometimes catch him singing lullabies at nap time.
Then one day Milt gave us the awful news that he’d been diagnosed with cancer. He’d soon be leaving Addams and we all knew how much we’d miss him and the perpetual twinkle in his eye. And then a few months later came the heartbreaking news that he had died.
Milton’s funeral was in a large church in Harlem, and when his bereft son spoke about his father there were no dry eyes in the sanctuary. Then Milt’s sister remembered that when her own son graduated from high school Milt offered to lend his nephew his much-prized, brand new car to take his date to the prom. The young man protested but his uncle insisted – generous as always, Milt wanted to give his nephew a very special evening to remember.
Then a young women spoke who we learned was Milt’s tenant and lived on the first floor of his house. Her landlord, she told us, watched over her like a surrogate father, waiting up on nights she was out until she was safely home.
It had been an annual tradition at our school to chose a worthy “Addams Educator of the Year” from among our staff. Although Milt was not technically a pedagogue, one year we gave him that honor for his homespun wisdom and his generosity of spirit. And for that drawerful of cookies.
– Dana Susan Lehrman
Dana Susan LehrmanThis retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!
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Angels do walk the earth, Dana. It sounds like your Milt was one of them. What a wise, compassionate man you’ve described. I am also impressed that your school had pre-natal and post-natal care, as well as day care for those young mothers (and of course, Milt loved those little babies too). The whole environment, tough as I’m sure it was, sounds quite special.
Yes Betsy, it was tough but also special, and unlike at other schools, Addams teachers stayed for years, even decades as I did!
Dana, you took a different tack with this story. Milt was not one of your teachers when you were a student – indeed, he was not a teacher at all, he was a Stockman at the school where you worked. But it sounds like he was so much more than that. As you say, he was “a good listener, a wise advisor, and a shoulder to cry on,” all of which everyone needs at one time or another. Glad your school made him “Educator of the Year” one year, so he could know how much he was appreciated.
Yes Suzy, Milt did appreciate the well deserved honor!
It takes a village to run a school and educate children, Dana, and it seems as if Milt was the village elder. I’m so glad everyone recognized what value he brought to the teachers and students at the school.
Well said Mare!
What a beautiful tribute, Dana. Often, school support staff like Milt are the heart of the school. He sounds like just that. He had much to teach others, even if not in the formal role of classroom teacher.
Yes Laurie, as a school administrator you well know!
As others have noted, teachers are found in many places if we choose to learn from them. What a wonderful person, who taught by example how to be good in the world.
Thanx Khati, and even his cookies were sweet!
Really good, Dana. One gets a very strong sense of this kind and gentle man. Thanks for this tribute.
Thanx Edward, he was indeed!
Sometimes people forget that teachers need nurturing as much as their students. Milton clearly filled that nurturing role. An angel incarnate. I loved reading this, Dana.
Yes, you got it Susan, thanx!