Month: December 2025

EPISODE 1,463 : DO THE COUNT: THE GRADE 13,FIELD TRIP — SHOULD WE LEAVE SIX BOYS?
“OK, do the count…should be 32 of you deadbeats.” “32, sir…let’s hit the road.”
My grade 13 class was loaded. The kids were excited. Little wonder. It was the middle of May in 1970 and we were topping our Canadian history course with a field trip to Niagara On The Lake and the Brock Monument.
The kids ranged in age from 16 to 18. Take a close look at that. I had some kids who could legally drink beer. This would be a big problem…a fumble by the quarter back so to speak. Namely me.
First stop was Fort Mississauga built by black troops who were not entrusted with guns in the War of 1812 but were trusted with bricks from the ruins of Niagara on the lake.
“Do a count! We should have 32.” “We have 35, sir, remember we got your wife and kids.” “Full count 35, right on the nose. The Brits and Canadians built another fort at the south end of the town and that is our third still” “Third stop? What about the second stop , sir.” “You will have two hours to get from Fort Mississauga to Fort George…take your time … this is a beautiful town with lots of shops and fast food joints all strung out along he NiagaraRiver. Enjoy yourselves. We will meet at Fort Geroge. They scattered like leaves in the wind. The boys moved fastest. Historic sites be damned. A few clustered around Marjorie and I. Some liked our kids, Kevin and Andrew. Mostly girls.
Let me cut to the problem. At the south end of the town there existed a beverage room…a beer hall called the Duke of Wellington. Rather run down place in 1970. Today it is fancy hotel catering to affluent tourists. We passed it en route to the bus waiting to take us to the Brock Monument. Never gave the beer hall a second thought. “Do a count.” “29, sir.” “Count again.” “29,sir…six missing.”Can you see them coming?’” “sir…some of the boys stopped at the Duke for a few beers.” “ damn, damn, damn!!!
We could not wait. Let the boys get home on their own? “Next stop the Brock Monument…the boys can get here if they can run for a few miles.”
The boys came running …Thinking how in hell they would get back to Toronto. “Would Skeoch abandon us? Truth is, I don’t know what I would have done.
“Do a count.” “35, sir…all here.”
alan skeoch december 4, 2025
P.S. What would you have done/? Leave six boys to fend for themselves? I gave them a good story to tell their grandkids. The good old days when beer was cheap and Skeoch was waiting.

Which they did. By the time they reached the bus the beer in their guts waswellsloshed.

EPISODE 1.462: FAILURE WAS NECESSARY I DECIDED: but SHE SURPRISED ME’
alan skeoch dec 2, 2025
Mrs. X fled from roving bands of Soviet soldiers intent on rape and murder in the closing days of 1945. German forces were in full flight to the Baltic Sea. Many never were successful.If what she told me is true…and that’s a big if…then she must have been 14 or 15 years old. Soviet soldiers were getting even with Nazis for brutalization of Russian citizens. I remember reading “Documents of the Expulsion” for a Russian history course at University of Toronto. 1945 was a bloody year in Ukraine, Poland and the BAltic states. Enough said.
Who was she? Mrs. X was assigned me as a student teacher around 1970. If she was 15 in 1945 then she would have been around 60 years old in1970, Far too old to be a student teacher. If she was a baby fleeing in her mothers’ arms she could have been in her 40’s when we met. Her story was possible but not probable.
I had her for two weeks…memorable weeks. We clashed almost immediately. To her the study of history was an exercise in rote memory…boring in other words. I preferred a more Socratic approach. Sitting at the back of the room I noticed The big boys were tense. Some had clenched fists…they were nervous and likely had not done their homework. Normal. She scared them. Mrs.X clashed with me very early in the weeks. But now, decades later, all I remember is those tense boys. Fear is no way to teach.
I decided To fail her by the end of the first week. To do so there would be trouble so I thought Mr. Ellis our principal should prepared.
“Mr. Ellis, I am going to fail Mrs.X and there could be trouble.”
His response was a big surprise. “Mrs. X has already turned a report in on you. Do not ever be alone with her. She will claim sex abuse. Probably best to pass her and get her out of our school. What do you think?”
“I think she should be failed.”
Thankfully i was coaching football and had players around all my free time…never gave her a chance claim untoward sexual touching.
At the end of the second week I failed her. She knew that was coming and got very angry. I heard afterward that others had trouble with her. Apparently one of her profs was charged with sexual touching and the case went up the chain of command as far as the Ontario cabinet. But that may not be true.
She screamed at me and threatened to get me. When I got home I told Marjorie that we should be careful. But nothing happened. My failing mark was a turning point for Mrs. X, or so I was told.
We only met her once afterward at a flea market where Mrs, X was selling things.
“Marjorie, that is Mrs. X, she has not seen us…let’s get out of here.”
alan skeoch Dec. 3, 2025
P.S> I stil have a copy of that report, Just in case needed,

SHE WAS CRYING…I WAS SCARED .
alan skeoch december 1., 2025
Tears were silently rolling down her face as she stood by my desk. It was 3,30 and Parkdale Collegiate was nearly empty…we were alone in my classroom… the young girl who was crying. Terror situation for all male teachers. I dare not touch her.
“What’s wrong MORGAN?” She just stood there crying silently. Nice kid whose boyfriend I also knew. He stood outside in the hall. Protecting her it seemed. Something was terribly wrong . A silent cry for help. A fear of going home. More than fear. Terror. Dangerous situation. Male teacher alone with female student.
Where to turn?
Ahh! The School nurse. “Wait here Morgan, I will get help for you.” And then walked quickly — not running —to the nurses tiny room.
I have a girl crying in my room, afraid to go home. I think it is a case of sex abuse but I am not sure. Can you help?”
“Stay here — say nothing — let me take over.” I never saw her again until several years later when she and her husband visited Parkdale C.I. to shake my hand.
“We have an island booth in a plaza.” They were a happy couple. I never asked about the crisis nor was I informed about the resolutilon. All good.
alan skeoch december 1, 2025.
p.s. I wondered how Lynn or Mary or Leila handled such crises. I was over my head. I do not think nurses are present in schools any more. In retrospect Morgan should have been taken the principal I guess. There must be many cases like MORGAN’S. P.P.S. Why did I fear touching?