Golden Jubilee

With deep saddness we inform our Ohana the Passing of Our original BYUH faculty Wylie Swapp on sunday January 14th surrounded by his family at his Beautifull Laie Home.He was 89.

Dr. Gwynn William "Glen" Barrett passed away peacefully on September 23rd, 2006 at his home in Ajo, Arizona. He was 79. He was born in Logan, UT on February 28th, 1927. Father, mentor, scholar, teacher, friend, brother, colleague and a former Boise State University history professor, Dad spent his final years keeping in touch with his children and grandchildren and tending to the home and land he loved so much during his southern Arizona retirement. He served in the United States Coast Guard during World War II in the Philippines. After the war he received his bachelor’s degree from Utah State University, and master’s degree from the University of Hawaii. He married Laura Beth Haws, also from Logan, and raised several of his children in Hawaii before moving the family to mainland in 1966 so he could pursue his graduate studies in history at Brigham Young University. Gwynn and Laura were divorced in 1973. While at BYU, Gwynn renewed his longtime friendship with his teaching mentor and historian Leonard J. Arrington. They subsequently co-wrote several articles that were published in history journals, and also co-authored one book together. After receiving his Ph.D. from BYU, Dad got his teaching post at Boise State University in 1968. He stayed there until his retirement in 1993. He was commissioned by then-BSU president John Keiser to write the history of Boise State in 1983. In 1999, actor Bill Pullman contacted Glen through his agent to ask permission to re-publish his “Virginian of Medicine Bow” history. A limited edition reprint of his 1970’s book was released in 2000 with a new introduction by Bill Pullman. The book was designed to accompany the Turner Broadcasting film based on the “Virginian” novel by Owen Wister. Dad will be missed. He is survived by his sister, Joyce Stephenson, and brothers Scott, David Bruce and Steve Barrett; two daughters, Caryn Clayton and Janet McClenahan, and two sons, Vanu William Barrett and Thane Barrett, as well as several grandchildren and great-grandchildren. A simple remembrance service was held in Ajo, Ariz. to honor Barrett as a father, friend, and for his lifetime of achievements, on Sept. 30. A burial service will be held the Logan Cemetery in Logan, at noon on Oct. 14. Memorials may be sent to: Glen Barrett Memorial Scholarship Fund, c/o Thane Barrett 5624 Winfield Ct., Boise, ID 83703.

I knew him as scout leader that help me in earning my trial to eagle. thou I may like his duagther Anne! I am very thankful in all the years I knew him as man of God. Thannk you for the life you give me.

My experience with Dr Chase predates all of the other student Blogs, as he was my Seminary teacher in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, as he was finishing up his doctorate. I attended a year of seminary before my parents allowed me to be baptised. It was really hard, but Brother Chase really brought us to the feast of Spirit and Gospel nourishment each morning. I was sorry to hear he had passed away, before I could thank him again. I was deeply moved to always study my hardest and do my best when I was on my mission because of Brother Chase. Gratefully, Christopher Cavan, BYU '80

I think often of Bro. Thornock as I still continue to use his "Search Questions" we were encourage to fill in as we studied the Book of Mormon. I would love to get a set for each of my children to assist them in their study. Are they still available?

Dr. Randy Allred will always stand out in my mind as an inspirational professor. Not only was he witty and incredibly knowledgeable in his subject area, but he seamlessly incorporated gospel principles into his American literature classes without derailing on tangents. Additionally, he organized an English major night where professionals came in and talked about useful ways to utilize a degree in English. All in attendance walked away with new ideas and goals that fueled us in positive directions. Thank you Dr. Allred!

History was one of the subjects that I would never havce taken if it wasn't a requirement for my major. At first I was struggling finding ideas of how I would handle my history class so that I will at least get a C or pass it. But Dr. Kathleen Ward was the best, she did a great job helping me to understand the concepts that we studied in class and how reality they were in the real world. She was a like a mother to all of us, and as a result I was able to get an A for my history class. She is the best. Thank you so much Dr. Ward.

Wayne passed away April 22, 1989 surrounded by family and friends.

I will always remember Prof. Gallagher because he was the one who introduced me to the world of TESOL and expressed confidence in my ability to succeed in that profession.

Just before completing my mission in Tahiti, I learned about BYU-Hawaii and thought it might make a nice place to study for a year or so (I hadn't been able to take advantage of the beaches in Tahiti!).

During my first year at BYUH, I took Spanish just for the fun of it and to see how easy it might be to learn after having acquired French. My Spanish teacher, Prof. Gallagher, asked to see me one day after class. He said, "You, know, Mark, you'd make a great TESOL major."

"What's TESOL?" I asked. He went on to explain the field and then invited me to take his 4-credit hour grammar class the following semester. I mentioned that English was my worst subject in high school, but he was not discouraged. He replied, "The way we look at English grammar is very different from how you did it in high school. I promise it will be interesting."

On the strength of his confidence in me and my enjoyment of his Spanish class, I accepted the offer and that was the beginning of my lifelong committment to teaching English as a second language.

Thanks, Bill, wherever you are!

I will always remember the true class that Greg had. He taught me to be forthright and passionate about my acting and performance. I loved his complete lack of subtlety when it came to the evaluation of mediocre. I think I learned to be loud and proud and blunt from Greg. I still quote him 23 years later. Is it truly that long ago? Surely no!

Dr. Navalta is a special professor and a very good friend. I enjoyed his enthusiasm and energy inside and outside of class. He and I became very close after I took a multi-cultural course from him.

One of the games he taught in the course was an old Hawaiian game called ki'a. Little did he know that ki'a is one of the pasttimes for young boys back in Samoa. After he demonstrated to us how to throw the ki'a it was my turn. To his amazement I threw it from just outside the old gym and it hit the walls of the newly-built IMAX theater at the Polynesian Cultural Center. We never found the archery arrow that we used as a ki'a and luckily no one was hurt.

Brother Keith Petersen did an excellent job of bringing out the best in his students. I remember how challenging it was to write a paper just to get a satisfactory grade. He really challenged us to put a lot of thought in our writing. In addition, he challenged us to be insightful and critical when it comes to writing. I can honestly say that I became a better writer after taking his class.

Much Mahalos to you, Brother Petersen.

Sister Swap has a rich legacy in this community and I'm sure in the hearts of many of her students all over the world. She truly enjoyed her role as a teacher because she believes in the principles that she was teaching. I remember her bubbly enthusiastic lessons of living healthy and the joy nursing babies. She would have made a good President of La Leche. She would have jumped for joy to know that I nursed all my five children till they were two years old! Sister Swap was just plain good. She loved us students and wanted to impart life-long skills and knowledge to bless our lives.

(Left-right): Helama Pereira, Akihiro Sawada, Karri Lam, Wonhye Chong and me.

I really enjoyed the opportunity to work with Sister Hansen as a research associate during my senior year. It was the first time I had ever taken part in research above and beyond mere "library research," and it was fascinating to experience putting book knowledge to use in the field -- so to speak. The study that we did sparked new interests in me, and has now got me thinking of other projects that I hope to look into sometime down the road. Also, through the experience our group got to attend The 4th International Symposium on Bilingualism at Arizona State University, where we presented some of our major findings.

Actually, presenting at the Symposium was a little scary, but then each of us student research associates, I believe, came away with more confidence for having done so. Sister Hansen, as a seasoned presenter herself, was a big help in this respect not only because she presented with us, but also because she coached us through all of the prep work that we did and helped us feel comfortable and confident with our presentation. I appreciated having her as a guide and mentor through my first conference presentation.

Needless to say, the things I learned through the entire experience will certainly benefit me throughout the rest of my professional career. I�m grateful for the opportunity I had to be a part of it, and for the opportunity to work with Sister Hansen.

I am forever grateful to Library Director Kenneth T. Slack for inviting me to become an active member of the Hawaii Library Association and nominating me as Treasurer of the Association. This opportunity introduced me to many of the other librarians not only on Oahu, but also Kauai and the Big Island.

The relationship of both Ken and I with the Honolulu librarians led to a great blessing for the College: A librarian in a Honolulu law firm fortunately had us in mind when her firm moved into a new business suite and was looking for a place to donate their old furnishings. I collected a two-and-a-half-ton truckload of desks, office chairs, and filing cabinets.

Ken's wisdom concerning the College was to see that a course in "Library Science" was available in the curriculum. He permitted me to teach it several times. At the end of one of the exams a coed turned in a blank paper. I invited her to sit down and asked if she minded if I asked her the questions. She agreed and passed with flying colors. A few days later my librarian partner, Sally Takahashi (1961-1963) and library secretary, Joycelyn Pukahi, informed me that just before class on the exam day the student had received a "Dear Jane" letter from her missionary boy friend.

For our 25th wedding anniversary we invited my wife's parents to join us for a grand self-designed tour of the three major Hawaiian Islands. One Sabbath we attended one of the less-touristy wards where our "Dear Jane" student was in attendance along with her letter-writing Elder, happily married, along with their several beautiful children.

During the same anniversary trip we visited the Polynesian Cultural Center, where the cheerful, smiling face of Sister Eugenia Logan greeted us at the Hawaiian village. She inquired why we had come at that time. After our explanation, she whispered something to another docent, and in short order a handsome tenor appeared with a ukulele and, with Sister Logan, feted us with the lovely Hawaiian Wedding Song. Thanks again to Ken, for having invited us to Laie twenty-one years earlier.

Ken's librarian friendships also brought Oahu's art to CCH's Library. Each month a circulating exhibit of five or six framed works were picked up and replaced with new works by a Library of Hawaii driver who changed art pieces in the branch libraries, including Church College of Hawaii. One month a full-fledged exhibit of dozens of original works of artists of Hawaii (not just of Oahu), plus stands on which to hang them, decked our reading room.

Another great blessing of our relationship were dinner meetings with some of their leading librarian friends from the mainland during their layovers in Honolulu on their way to or from destinations to be consultants, researchers or vacationers in the Pacific Rim. The mainlanders were willing to share what was new in their library circles, much to the pleasure of the Islanders.

As the Chair of the Campus Special Events Committee, my wife, Janet, and I took students into Honolulu to various concerts, one of which was that of the nation's great contralto, Marian Anderson. Tickets were a dollar apiece for students and their supervisors. Attending that same concert was a fellow librarian from the State of Hawaii Law Library. After the concert she approached us, suggesting that our party should join her in going on stage to visit with Miss Anderson. We did, and to our surprise my librarian friend had known Miss Anderson for several years. Miss Anderson was very gracious to visit with students, Janet and me. All thanks to Ken's invitation.

Ken's influence continued as I returned to the mainland to help a fledgling library at Stanislaus State College (now California State University, Stanislaus, Turlock, California). There I returned to activity in the California Library Association. At their 1963 annual conference in San Francisco, a recruiter representing the American Library Association was looking for librarians to serve for one month at the ALA computer demonstration in the U.S. Pavilion at the New York World's Fair. While working at the Fair in 1965 I visited the Hawaii Pavilion and discovered Jubilee Logan and Sister Logan on duty. They, along with another sweet Hawaiian sister, whose name I have unfortunately forgotten, applied the lauhala to the Polynesian Cultural Center's Hawaiian village dwellings. Jubilee was also, for many years, the colorful master of ceremonies at the famous Laie Hukilau.

So, why did we leave Hawaii? Mainly, because my lovely wife got tired of waiting for them to build a bridge between Oahu and the mainland.

"Dr. Billie" was one of those special teachers who went the extra mile for those students that needed extra help. She is one of the teachers who encouraged me early in my college years that I should look forward to doing graduate work. At that time I was still wondering what I was doing in college: How was I going to do graduate work?

I worked in her office the year she and the other great education staff were working on plans for the teaching program. I typed and retyped, ran and reran copy after copies of plans. They were so patient with me and my less than perfect typing skills. However, little did I know that education would be my field of future employment.

How did she know that I should go on to do graduate work? How did she know that I would be a teacher and that I would actually love being a teacher? I wish I could thank her in person.

For me attending CCH/BYU-Hawaii was a pivotal time in my life because I had to stand on my own two feet, away from my mum and dad, family, community, country and culture. But I was so fortunate because I had others in similar situations who helped and assisted me through a major growth period in my life and many still help me as I go through life.

To think what Honolulu aiport looked like when we arrived and what it is today, then how the campus, PCC and Laie changed over my four years and continue to change, just like we do as people: Our bodies change...well mine has. I think it has tripled since BYUH, but while we were there our minds and spirits expanded a thousand-fold, because of what we learned from our teachers, bishoprics, dorm parents, campus staff, roommates, studenst, even the tourists.

As I go about my life and I face a situation, I am very often reminded of one of these campus supporters:

When I sew I think of Sister Barbara Gellert's chuckle and Sister Mary Miles' expectations of exactness. Sister Lavina Harper encouraged all of us to cook and eat the foods of each other's homelands. She took us on some wonderful field trips and kept us up-to-date with modern trends, even taking a year off to go to Cornell. Sister Jayne Garside was also so encouraging and Ron Jackson made learning fun, as did "Uncle Roscoe" and Calvin Taylor, who visited during summer sessions.

Bishops Roger Gull, Jim Bradshaw and Glen Kukahiko, along with our Religion teachers, fed our spirits while Sam Brooks made sure our tummies were taken care of.

I loved Saturday nights and watermelon bashes, PCC plates, saimin cooked at midnight on our unit ironing board; and what would we have done without our lovelly roommates who lived locally and brought us munchies from home, and shared their families with us. Our dorm parents were so supportive and encouraging, and like good parents they still are: Pop and Mum Sam and Primose Lowe, and Mike and Sally Foley have always been so caring and concerned.

We were fortunate to make new friends from all over the world and even our own countries, and we continue to do so because someone took the time to teach us how to say hello in the language. These words have helped me, anyway, to embark on new friendships. Before the last century finished, I wanted to achieve a goal: To travel the Silk Route...and with my BYU-Hawaii six words of Mandarin and a few words of Russian, I felt so confident venturing to places many students had left in order to attend school in Hawaii.

There are so many people I would like to mention, but I hope you will know I remember you and hope for your success and happiness always...

ALOHA NUI LOA

Kerri Inglis was a woman who was gifted in words, thoughts and actions. Due to her "Instructor" status, I had the opportunity to take three classes from her during my time at BYU-Hawaii including an Independent Study course. She helped me realize that through perseverance and a lot of hard work, I could overcome all obstacles. Now an Assistant Professor at University of Hawaii-Hilo, she will truly be missed by the History Department.

My wife and I have enjoyed all of the Brigham Young University Hawaii musical presentations that we have been able to view over BYUTV.

Around 1990 we met Professor Smith at the BYU Music Seminar and presented him with a copy of my Music Directors' and Accompanists' Index to "Hymns" (1985) and Simplified Accompaniments (1986), (Turlock, California: Marietta Publishing Company, 1988, long out of print). We appreciateed his interest and encouragement concerning the Index.

Ross Allen and I served as counselors to Wylie Swapp (1955-1958) in the Oahu Stake Sunday School presidency. When Wylie left on a sabbatical, I was called as the President, and I asked to have Ross continue and that they should select the second counselor, which they did, a Mainland labor missionary from North Ogden, Utah, and he was very helpful. I think that we made up a good team and did some good for the Stake.

I served only one year, at the end of which we moved back to California to be closer to my wife's family. During that year Elder S. Dilworth Young of the First Quorum of the Seventy was to be our Stake conference visitor. Before his arrival he requested that the Stake Presidency call twenty-five Seventies to be set apart by him after the conference sessions. I was among those twenty-five, and Ross Allen may have been, too. President Young asked the families not be invited to witness the ordinations. When all the newly called Seventies had arrived, President Young told us that he was not going to give a long blessing, just an ordination. That he did, with his powerful two hands, joined by no one else.

Twenty-five Hawaiians, Japanese, Samoans, Chinese, Tongans, Maoris, Haoles, and probably some other races were now Seventies. Thanks Presdident Young, and you, too, Ross.

It was a pleasant surprise to learn that Hal Hyde Hunter shared some of his talents and knowledge at Church College of Hawaii.

Sometime in 1951 I was knocking on doors with our district leader, Elder Hal Hyde Hunter, in Bridgeport, Connecticut, testing out a new mission teaching plan for the New England Mission President, J. Howard Maughan. Besides being an outstanding district leader, Elder Hunter was also an excellent pianist and accompanied me with vocal solos, sharing our talents with various branches and Sunday Schools in Western Connecticut.

When Elder Hunter was released from his mission he met his parents and one or two siblings at the mission home on Brattle Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts. At that time I was living in the three-story home and serving as chauffeur for Sister Maughan, coming, going, and transferring missionaries from and to South and North Railroad Stations in Boston and the Mission Home for interviews with the President. I was also Mission Recorder for the branches of the six New England states and four Maritime provinces of Canada, from south of Bridgeport, Connecticut, to Gander, Newfoundland; and the vocal soloist for a traveling troupe of three for Branch Building Fund programs in Eastern Massachusetts and Southern Maine.

Brother, Sister, and siblings Hunter had picked up a new car in Detroit, and driven to Cambridge. Brother Hunter, an Idaho farmer, was not comfortable with greater Boston traffic and asked President Maughan if I could drive his family around the city and the historical sites in its vicinity. I did, and it was a very nice experience to be of service to and in the company of such an outstanding family.

Myron was a excellent scholar and a good addition to the faculty of Church College of Hawaii. Myron and Dorothy McIntire also lived in the old Kam Highway faculty row which was situated across the highway from the beach and was later razed for the building of the Polynesian Cultural Center.

In 1960 the McIntires purchased their Christmas tree when the shipload of trees arrived in Honolulu some time in November. Close to Christmas Eve they invited us over to see their beautifully decorated tree. They stood by as we gazed in horror at the needleless tree. Then we all had a good laugh. They had either not been told how to care for it or didn't follow the instructions on how to preserve it until Christmas: Cut off the last few inches of the base of the tree; put it in a large can of water; place in the shade; and keep the can full of water and keep the tree in water when you bring it into the house just before Christmas.

When the new faculty row on Moana Street became available, the McIntires were one of our next-door neighbors. The families who were the first to move in were responsible for landscaping the yard. For a lawn, all that was necessary was to level the yard and let nature grow its Bermuda grass. Our front yard had hosted a stuck dump truck. Freeing it had created a large hole that the constuction crew had filled with coral gravel and topped with some red clay. This spot required us to buy some Bermuda seed in order to get some lawn there.

Myron approached me about planting a hedge between our rentals. He had heard that a Zion's Security crew was removing a hedge in the village and he had asked if he could replant them in our yards. He also arranged to get them hauled to our yards. We dug a trench where we wanted the hedge, cut the tops down to the height that we wanted for the hedge, put them in the trench and filled in the dirt. Bingo! In a few weeks we had a healthy hedge.

CCH's third librarian, Sally Takahashi, joined the professional library staff at Church College of Hawaii in 1962 after having obtained her Master of Library Science from the University of Southern California, Los Angeles. Ishmael W. Stagner II wrote about Sally on this site. I am sure that she became interested in librarianship because of Kenneth T. Slack. She was the first student assistant as the College started in Laie in 1955.

Sally was a convert to the Church from Kohala, Big Island. She went on to Brigham Young Universtiy for her bachelor's degree and retured to BYU in 1963 as a librarian. She was a wonderful colleague, an excellent librarian, and friendly, yet firm with goof-off, noisy students.

Sally and Joycelyn Pukahi, the very efficient library secretary, who did most of the supervising of the student assistants, ganged up on me to discipline the student assistant who was always late for work at 5:00 p.m. every school day. I followed their admonition. I asked him what the problem was. He responded that he didn't know what time it was; he did not have a wristwatch. So I asked him why he didn't check the clock tower for the time.

"I can't see it!"
"Why can't you see it?"
"I'm down at the beach before I come to work."
"What are you doing down at Laie Bay?"
"Spear fishing!"
"Why?"
"To eat."
"Don't you make enough money here to help with buying food?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I send most of my earnings home to my folks."

I explained his problem to Sally and Joycelyn and asked them to lay off. They did, and we were all able to survive. Bless him.

Sally and Joycelyn were also concerned with the romance of one of our student assistants and asked for my opinion concerning mixed-race marrages. I informed them that the only thing that I would be concerned about was a geographical problem. Each partner should understand that one of them might not have the opportunity to visit, in person, with their family very often because of the economics of travel while living thousands of miles away.

During our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary visit to the Hawaiian Islands we happened to attend Church in the ward of the former student "romantics." They were happily married, with several children, settled on Oahu miles apart from both families. However, the husband had a very good job and they may have had the means to occasionally visit each of their families and have their families visit them on Oahu. I was very happy for them. "All's well, that ends well."

After Sally worked at BYU Library for some time, she asked me if I would write her a letter of recommendation for an application for a libary opening at San Francisco State University. I did. She was hired and moved to San Francisco, and after marriage to Don Rogers, moved across the Bay to Newark and took a very early retirement.

As her terminal illness gave her more grief, our visits with her in Newark became limited. Her lovely daughter and son-in-law took good care of her, Lyentte and Derrick Aquino, CCH alumni. Both are wonderful young people.

Dan Rhodes and I had sung together in a very popular male quartet as seniors in high school and as freshmen at Weber College in Ogden, Utah. After our missions we were roommates at Brigham Young University, at which time we were also both courting our future spouses.

He wrote me, at the Library, Humboldlt State University, Arcata, California, in the spring of 1960 informing me of an opportunity to apply for a library position at Church College of Hawaii. I applied and was hired, and Dan and his wife, Colleen, met Janet and me with our three-year-old daughter, Denise, and a three-week-old son, Nathan, at the Honolulu Airport.

He was a true friend, because he gave our family the blessing of working with and getting to know hundreds of the wonderful Saints of Laie, as well as students from the Islands of the Pacific and the countries of the Pacific Rim. Our Church service was also a pleasure, to assist in our growth and others' in the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Dan delivered us to the furnished Zion Securities "Honeymoon Cottage," so called because it was the only two-bedroom house on the old faculty row on the King Kamehameha Highway. These homes were situated across the highway from the beach and were later razed for the building of the Polynesian Cultural Center.

After I crawled into bed in the front bedroom, it wasn't the excitement of our first night in paradise but the crashing of the surf and the rattle of the fronds of the Samoan coconut palms that kept me awake for what seemed like hours. "What have you gotten us into, with ALL THIS NOISE?" I finally got to sleep and the next night the crashing of the surf and the rattle of the fronds simply, sweetly lulled me to sleep, and for as long as we lived there, it was music to our ears!

Dan also taught me how to body surf using a pillowcase. Yes, a pillowcase! If you have never heard of such a thing, you just fill it up with air -- close it -- stretch out in the shallow surf and ride in. There are better ways, but when you are poor, it is a cheap starter. Thanks again, Dan!

I had the privilege of serving as a counselor to Brother Swapp in the Oahu Stake Sunday School presidency, along with Ross Allen (1957-1966). The Oahu Stake included wards or branches in Hauula, Kalihi, Makaha, Pearl City, Wahiawa, Waianae, Waialua, and all of the Laie Wards. Many of the wards had adult Sunday School classes in Hawaiian and English. Other units included Samoan and Tongan language classes.

We visited a unit every Sunday except on Fast Days. Many miles were traveled and many hours were available for us to plan and visit as we drove. We also had monthly meetings in Kalihi with all teachers and superintendents invited. We prepared uplifting, informative opening meetings for all.

Along with my stake calling I was called to be the sacrament meeting chorister. The first night on the job someone or some family was moving from the ward, and the Bishop announced that after the closing prayer we would sing Aloha 'Oe for them. I had never led it, had no music of it on hand and didn't know the Hawaiian words. I survived but soon learned the Hawaiian words.

My introduction to Charles W. H. Goo was through his parents, Charlie and Mildred Goo. Mildred was a wonderful, friendly CCH secretary. Charlie, the father, was on the surface a grumpy old man, but underneath that surface he was a stalwart Latter-day Saint with the faith of an ox and a steadfast testimony. He owned, managed, and manned the "Old Plantation Store," the forerunner of the current day covenience store.

Their handsome oldest son was Charles, whom we knew as a Deacon in our ward. A faithful Deacon, present every Sunday for all our meetings -- clean cut, spirited, and of good manners.

I have been very happy to learn of his service to Brigham Young University Hawaii.

Ortho Fairbanks is one of the best sculptors in the world. A few summers ago we were standing by the Brigham Young monument at South Temple and Main Street, Salt Lake City, and Ortho and his wife rode by in the back seat of a slow-moving convertible in the Twenty-fourth of July Pioneer Parade. A large, lettered sign draped on the door declared who they were.

After the parade we joined the crowd in the East Ball Room of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building to view dozens of his wonderful sculptures in a one-man show. There we had a chance to say hello to him. It was a marvelous show. CCH was lucky to have him as a faculty member for a few years.

He's not only a great sculptor, but a very good man!

Years after Librarian David Walsh and I left Church College of Hawaii, he would introduce me to his friends and associates as his first library boss. That was true, but he was hired by Kenneth Slack (1955-1965), who at the time was on sabbatical leave in order to work on an EdD at the University of Utah.

In the fall of 1962 I greeted Dave and Phyllis with an aloha at the airport and helped them settle in for their first night's sleep in Laie. David was a welcome reference librarian to add to our small professional staff: Sally Takahashi (1961-1963) and me.

After leaving Laie in 1963 I didn't see Dave for several years until he was appointed Director of the California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo, Library and appeared at California State University, Stanislaus, Turlock, as a member of the accreditation team for the Western Accrediting Association. It was with great relief to see him, because several years earlier a member of a previous accrediting team sat in my office asking questions evaluating our Library who didn't even know about the major periodical index for his own discipline. Dave returned again as a follow-up-member of the next accreditation team to visit Stanislaus.

I was pleased to learn through the profiles of the Golden Jubilee issue of the Alumni News, that Dave and Phyllis had returned to Laie as senior missionaries (2001-2002).

Thats my daddy! Hey guys! U probably remember me when I was 2 feet tall! Im all grown up now...15 and a freshman :) Thanks for being so supportive about my dad! God Bless You All

Thanks for listening!

Brother Peterson is the kind of teacher that inspires you to do more than you think you can and helps you see your potential. I cannot forget all the encouragement he gave me when I was taking English classes from him. I learned the value of good writing and gained the courage to speak up and share my thoughts in his communications classes. No BYU-Hawaii English literature experience is complete without Bro. Peterson's Shakespeare class. I enjoyed his insight into aspects of the plays that I had not even thought of.

Because of his encouragement and his openness and willingness to help all of his students, I am able to realize my potential. I am teaching English today in my nation's college because of teachers like Keith Peterson. Thank you, Bro. Peterson. I don't think you hear it often enough.

Languages/Literature Instructor,
College of Micronesia-FSM

(In response to the game "name a symbolic gift for my teacher",) I would like to give the gift of positive encouragement to Pres. John DeLaMare. He was my academic advisor and Branch President. He has always inspired me to reach my potential and when I was newly baptized he said that I was like a breath of fresh air. How that motivated me even more to study the gospel and I was blessed to serve a mission in Japan-Kobe. I loved every minute of my "existence" at BYU-Hawaii. I get very teary eyed when I visit there and now my 3 children have served missions and graduated from there with the youngest still studying there. Mahalo!

Aloha! In response to the game "name a symbolic gift for my teacher", I would like to present a COIN for Dr. Lynn Pehrson, from whom, I learned there are two sides for matters, like a coin. I was taught to understand issues clearly, take a right stand and explain the rationales. It would not be necessary to be afraid to take a right stand. Thank you, Dr. Pehrson! It is not easily to be bold, but I will do it!

Aloha! In response to the game "name a symbolic gift for my teacher", I would like to present a HANDKERCHIEF for Dr. Sharlene Furuto. Her nurture, examples and communication skills taught me deeply. Her help was like my handkerchief, which helped and served me very much when I hiked. My big handkerchief is always to cover my head to shield the burning Sun. Soaked in cool water-pond, it is to clean my dirty face. It becomes my bandage when I get hurt. It is sometimes used to wrap my spills inside my backpack. Thank you, Dr. Furuto! Your help means a lot to me! I hope to also share mine with others.

In response to the game "name a symbolic gift for my teacher," my symbolic gift would be a STATUE OF HANDS.

Dr. Debbie Hippolite-Wright and Dr. Sharlene Furuto were helping hands to me. I was a newlywed and wanted to stop going to school, but they helped remind me of the tools that I would need to make a difference in my own life and those around me. My hands are now those that help others in need, in crisis, in joy, in sorrow and pain. My hands are used to help others know and feel that there is always hope and that I can make a difference in someone else's life as well as my own.

Thank you Debbie and Furuto for your confidence in me and for helping me to grow and to make a difference!

Besides enjoying Kay Andersen's administration skills at CCH, I was able to associate with him again in California.

After having worked at the library of California State University, Stanislaus for a few years, one day a member of an accrediting team sat in my office asking questions, evaluating our library. He didn't even know about the major periodical index for his own discipline.

That professor's ignorance prompted my inquiry of a different member of that team, "What did you have to do to be selected to become a member of an accreditation team?"

"Volunteer!" was his answer. I did, and within a week I was invited to join a team for an accreditation of a California junior college. The invitation was signed by Dr. Kay J. Andersen, Director of the Western Accreditation Association.

Kay was the very first Executive Dean of CCH ('60-'63}. He assigned me to serve on several teams, primarily to small, religiously supported colleges.

Genealogist Brother Lindsey was a talented, interesting man. His wife, Sister Lilly Lindsey, was an excellent CCH secretary. I liked both of them. Brother Lindsey kept my interest in genealogical research kindled as he would occasionallly tell me about his own. One of their daughters lived in our Turlock, California, Ward for a short time, and we had some fine visits with her. She shared with us a video autobiography of her father.

Henry's enthusiasm for genealogical research, along with the research questions of Turlock, California, members of the Church, pushed me into becoming a specialist in genealogical reference service of which the Canadian librarian genealogist, Kenneth G. Aitken, wrote of in a note about me in his comments to this file.

Henry's needs, and the needs of the genealogically interested Saints of our part of California, for research materials pushed me to found and become the director of the Modesto Branch Genealogical Library in 1968. Later it became a Family History Center. Upon the division of the Modesto Stake, I became the director of the Turlock Family Center and had the privilege of serving a total of twenty-nine years.

Bro. Palmer ranks as one of the kindest people I ever met. Having taken his Literiture 250, he created a new mind for me: To interpret a poem and reach a passive conclusion.

But, it was his humility in class that prevailed. No one talked during class, out of respect for him. Whenever possible his wife or the twin boys would show up, adding a rare human side to a college professor which one only sees at BYU-Hawaii.

During exams and on the last day of class his good wife brought a large tray of fruit and veggies, which really shocked me. Boy, did I want want that class to go on for another semester.

The last time I saw Bro. Palmer in the Celestial Room of the Laie Temple, he smiled, saying, "I'm losing my hair." So I refused to go to his funeral because that's how I wanted to remember this good soul: Always Kind! So Long!

Beach-loving Librarian Zane Clark left CCH for a reference librarian position at Fresno State University in California. At the time I was the film librarian for the Fresno Region of the Church. The region extended from Porterville, south of Fresno, to Lodi, north of Stockton, a distance between them of 193 miles. U.S. Postal Service was used a lot for delivery.

Zane was in his ward Sunday School superintendency and had ordered films from the Regional Center housed in the Modesto Stake Center. For some reason I was in Fresno for a meeting of some kind, called Zane and picked up a film at his home in nearby Clovis.

My pick-up turned into a visit, and I learned of his Laie experiences, including his early morning runs and walks on Laie's beaches, his collection of Japanese glass balls found there, and his love of the campus and Saints.

Zane is a wonderful fellow, and a fine librarian, who has returned to Laie for visits many times since.

The Choir Man, Joseph H. Spurrier, asked Ken Slack, librarian, and a respectable tenor, and his wife, Dorothea, an excellent soprano, to be soloists for a few solos from Handel's Messiah. Joe also gambled on my wife, Janet, and me as soloists. Along with the student choir, the presentation was welcomed with pleased applause of the attendees. Laie's musical librarians and wives enjoyed the experience. I enjoyed both Joe and his sweet wife, Catherine, and his knowledge of Hawaiian History which he shared with me during many drives together to Church meetings in Honolulu. Thanks, Joe, you made those long drives fun and informative! CCH's second librarian J. Carlyle Parker ('60-'63) Turlock, CA

Diring part of the time that we lived in Laie, Dan Witt was our kind bishop and neighbor. We called upon him to watch our sleeping children the morning that we raced to Honolulu, not wanting to deliver our baby Bret by the side of the King Kamehameha Highway as Executive Dean Kay J. Andersen ('60-68) had done a few months before when his baby could not wait. We made it to the Queen's Hospital just in the nick of time.

Either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day evening we were at our Sacrament Service in the Laie Chapel close to the Temple. Fire crackers were popping off all over in the village. As I recall, Bishop Witt had planned to give the concluding sermon and indeed he did, but perhaps not what he had planned. He gave a "Scotch Blessing" against the raucous tradition dishonoring the sacred nature of the Birthday of our Savior. Fire Crackers!

Dr. Chen will always be one of my favorite teachers ever. This humble yet competent man gave me much inspiration and motivation to pursue graduate studies, a career in the public sector, and eventually the pursuit of the American dream. Not only was he a good teacher in the classroom setting, he was also a humble servant of the Lord in his church callings. I was scared and feeling overwhelmed as a new and inexperienced Elders Quorum President of one of the on-campus branches. However, I was blessed to have this man to be my mentor again. As a member of the stake high council assigned to our branch, Brother Chen literally took me under his arms. He taught me how to be a leader, not a boss. Indeed, I still have on my PDA some of the principles that he taught me over 30 years ago. I am thankful that I had the privilege of being one of this great man�s students. I shall never forget his kindness and compassion.

When I started school at CCH in 1966, I was an unclassified student and had to prove that I could meet the requirements of college courses. I am not sure if it was in the first or the second semester that I met Dr. Pat Barney. What I do know is that I took a personality test which I learned about from the psychology course I was taking and had to meet with Dr. Barney to get the results.

When I met with him he began talking to me about things in general and about me and how I was doing, but nothing about the test. It wasn't until we were near the end of the session that he realized I was there to discuss the test and get the results, about a fifteen minute session.

The mistake was something I needed, and Dr. Barney became my mentor, although he may not have known it at the time. I was struggling with the social aspects of college, especially with my unit "sisters" in the dorm. At least three of them, perhaps four, were honor students in high school and college, and received scholarships. The others were doing well in their courses. As an unclassified student I felt out of place, yet was grateful for the chance I received to try out college. Nevertheless, I compared myself to my dorm "sisters" and came out at the bottom.

My session with Dr. Barney was the first of many that would help me get through school. He helped me through my first year of college to understand and see that I was not as incompetent as I believed I was. He helped me to understand and to appreciate my own personality and character. While some said I was too frivolous and playful and not serious enough in my studies, Dr.Barney helped me see that I sought a more well-rounded college experience and to accept the standard I set for myself because it was what I felt I could accomplish.

I reached freshman status by the end of the first semester and went on to graduate in 1971. Dr.Barney was always there for me, as a school psychologist and as my bishop. In later years, I earned two masters degrees. I know that I will always feel inadequate, yet it was the encouragment and knowledge I received from Dr. Barney during my early college years that helped me gain the confidence to earn my post-graduate degrees.

Colleen taught me appreciation for reading, writing and research. As an instructor she was inspirational, caring and understanding when assignments were late. A ready smile and quick wit, she was a joy to know and I thank her for the many hours of reading I have enjoyed since then. Unfortunately, she was not a real good body surfer.

Having grown up in Laie it was a natural choice for me to attend BYU-Hawaii after graduating from Kahuku High School in 1985. As a child I had been on campus many times before and was familiar with the many different classrooms and the long hallways. My father had been a professor at BYU-HC all my life and I knew his office well. I also knew his co-workers who he often referred to as his friends. Over time they became my friends as well and I soon learned why my father considered his office on campus 'his home away from home'.

Not long after I entered my freshman year at BYUH I remember dashing over to my father's office to pick up a book I had left there eariler that morning. The door to his office was closed but there was a slight crack in the door that allowed me to see that he was in there, but not alone. He had a young international student with him and I grew impatient thinking I would have to wait to get a much needed textbook while this student, I assumed, discussed some silly grade change with my father. I could hear their conversation through the door and I soon realized that my father was not speaking to this young student as a professor, but as a father would to a son. Counseling him on his studies and his ever persistent homesickness. I learned a valuable lesson that day as I saw my father counsel with one of his students.

I later came to realize that he treated all of his students that way and helped many students overcome the challenges of college in an unfamiliar land and go on to graduate from BYU-Hawaii and lead successful, productive lives in their homeland. What I saw from my father that day and in the days to come taught me a very valuable lesson -- one that I have never forgetten and one that I have tried to emulate no matter where my life has taken me.

Remember four years ago in 2002? Dr. Day told me that graduate school is no different from BYU-Hawaii. It only required more displine. I can prove that it is true.

I remember four years ago he helped me to finish the arsenic project. Now, I am a senior in dental school, treating patients and getting ready to graduate in eight short months. He told me that Cleveland is a better than Boston in terms of the dental school. He was right again. In Cleveland, there is an excellent patient pool. Currently, I have a fulltime secretary to answer phone calls of my patients in school, and I have about 100 of them. I am doing great and they do show up!

Thanks for Dr. Day's advise. His wife, Cecilia, also helped my wife, Kaori, receive her communications degree. We are indeed grateful to the Day family for being excellent educators.

Mataumu Toelupe Alisa, commonly known as "Mat," was one of my first encounters with a rare talent who possessed also the dedication and drive to share what he was able to see despite various significant difficulties and challenges.

As students in 1961, we were asked to prepare a Christmas card for the college. He was to do the artwork and I was to do the verse inside, an association of expression which was to be repeated a number of times when he later presented some of his murals for which I was asked to write poems to be included in the dedication programs.

We were both away from CCH for some years pursuing our interests and met again in the late 1960s when we were both back on campus. We discussed art and ideas and this was often done when he was sitting by a kiln monitoring tile firing or while he was drawing or modelling in the studio. I was always impressed with his focus and dedication to his muse even though lesser talents could be discouraging and even obstructive. Mataumu always persevered to realize the vision he possessed and was able to synthesize strands of various cultural expressions into both his thinking and art.

His experiences in Mexico with Juliet May Fraser and David Asherman as well as associations with Jean Charlot -- all famous artists in Hawaii -- precipitated his ceramic mural achievements and his printmaking. He also excelled in painting and even produced a remarkable fresco which depicts the dual story of the creation of Polynesia from both the Tangaloa and Maui traditions. His has always been a powerful vision.

In many ways I feel that his association with me has benefitted my efforts to understand and document many traditions as I have travelled the world and been able to study many peoples. Mataumu is not only a truly fine artist, but he is also a great humble soul from whose association many have been blessed as they sought to learn from him.

When I went to Tonga to teach at Liahona High School in 1966, I met Sione Seluini Tuitupou who, at that time, was an assistant to the school's band director. We became good friends. I was impressed with his total dedication to music and his especially articulate trumpet playing. For him, excellence was his goal and his unswerving focus was never to be satisfied with second best.

My musical interests caused me to share brass and other music with him from my large collection of LP records and we would spend many hours listening to records and talking about music. He became very impresseed with Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass and that inspiration resulted in his forming a revolutionary new combo in Tonga known as The Liahona Seven whose renditions of the Herb Alpert numbers made them famous in Fiji and Tonga where they were often booked to play at hotels.

After I returned to Hawaii in 1968, Sione came to Hawaii to pursue his musical studies in 1969. Marriage to Donna Kinoshita in 1970 and family responsibilities did not prevent his pursuing his musical goals. In his Senior year (1974) he was invited to rebuild and direct the Pesega High School Band, leading it to triumphant victory in competitions for two years. Then he and his family returned to Hawaii in 1976 and he graduated in 1977.

Between 1977 and 1985 he formed and directed the PCC Brass Band, a popular feature of visits there. In 1984 and 1985 he also instructed private music students at BYU-Hawaii under the direction of Jim Brague. Then he thought his family would benefit from education and experiences in the mainland where they lived in LA and Fresno, Sione still seeking new musical challenges until he was called back to Pesega for another two triumphant years.

Teaching music on reservations in Utah and Arizona occupied another nine years, until he settled with his family in Utah, teaching at the T.H. Bell Jr. High School in the Weber School District as well as other work in Bonneville High School, Ogden, until recently when ill health required he rest. Nevertheless, he maintains a family band which has been entertaining all around Utah and Arizona for many years and he continues the tradition of instilling music into his family by teaching his grandchildren.

With numerous awards and gifts for his efforts in music and music teaching, Sione has multiplied his education by sharing his gifts with many.

In addition to being an awesome teacher and making me love English, Keith Peterson was one of the kindest and most understanding teachers I ever had. While other teachers would pick on me during a really hard time for me, he understood that we all have obstacles and with a little encouragement we can get things done. BYU-Hawaii really needs more teachers like him.

Greg possessed a formidable talent that, unfortunately, was not fully recognized or acknowledged untill many years later. Since his death, many of his former students in "Showcase Hawaii" have paid tribute to his legacy through their families, careers, and testimonies. I'd like to encourage as many as possible who were under the "tutorship" of Greg Tata to participate in the upcoming 50th Anniversary of BYU-Hawaii and the "Showcase Hawaii" activities included in the schedule. This is an opportunity to honor Greg and the other past directors of this important performance group.

He is one of the best professors in our TESOL core. His knowledge is very big and he definitely is on character. I will never forget his humor with the English language and classes. He was my friend and my mentor in many subjects in TESOL, and when I think TESOL, I quickly remember him! Professor Wyman, you are good! You are a professor! You have a very good influence in people's lives at BYUH. Congratulations in always finding opportunities to share the gospel in your class. I miss you and I like you a lot! Aloha to you.

Professor Grant Underwood was someone who helped "open" my mind to Church History and gain valuable lessons and insights into it.

I met him in Fiji and it was great to know that he remembered me. He approached every class with an energy that is hard to top and believe. The lessons and insights gained from his classes helped me to understand and appreciate the messages found not only in the Doctrine and Covenants, but in all the books of scripture that we are blessed with.

I was blessed to meet Sister Garside as I arrived from Sri Lanka for the '83 Winter Semester. As I look back, it amazed me how Jayne understood us Asian students so well. She navigated me, being so clueless, through my freshmen year with ease. Her effective Studies Class built my confidence and made me be more comfortable. But, it was her humanity that prevailed always smiling and willing to listen to those from afar. What a lovely soul! Miss ya!

Dr. Chase was my first history professor when I entered BYU-Hawaii in the Fall of 1996. On the first day of class he informed us of his illness and followed it up by telling us he wasn't expected to survive the semester. My memories of Dr. Chase are accompanied by the first spiritual experience I had at BYU-Hawaii.

The second class meeting, I arrived early as he had stressed the importance of being on time to class. As I got situated a fellow classmate stood and offered the idea that we meet five minutes early every day and have prayer in behalf of our professor. Without fail every morning that semester a prayer was offered on behalf of Dr. Chase prior to his arrival. I was amazed at the great faith displayed in every aspect of studies and knew BYU-Hawaii was the place for me. How grateful I am for the example and faith of my other classmates.

Dr. Chase was the most challenging professor I had in my educational career. He wasn't challenging because he made assignments difficult, he was challenging because he expected the very best out of each student. I was never more devoted to my studies than I was for Dr. Chase and his class. His passion for the subject matters he taught seemed to carry over into my studies. I learned more during that semester in his class than I had in my entire life. I will never forget the great influence he had in my studies and development as a student.

It is for the great spiritual experience of that semester and his great expectations that Dr. Chase remains my favorite faculty member.

I want to express my appreciation and love for Dr. Hansen's class as well as the research project. She is one of the most prepared and updated professors at Brigham Young University Hawaii.

I considered myself very lucky to be part of the research associateship program on Language Attrition. I was pleased to participate and present a paper in an international conference at Arizona State University along with five other research students and Dr. Hansen. This research for undergraduate students helped me to be admitted at my graduate school and increased my responsibilities as a new professional. I not only became more aware about the linguistics subject but I gained a lot of confidence and knowledge in all my TESOL subjects and other linguistics subjects. With Dr. Hansen's research and classes I was able to explore more subjects in Linguistics such as the speech language recognition class that we took together to provide the research students more development in the field.

Dr. Lynne Hansen's class was very academic. She provided a lot to her students and especially those in her research projects. She was attentive and very organized in all ways. I believe BYUH should be investing more in her current and new research projects.

I am proud to be in my country with all the knowledge I gained from Dr. Hansen's class and research. I consider myself lucky to be part of this historical Jubilee celebration as one of her research students and a graduate from BYU-Hawaii. Best Regards to everybody, and ALOHA to you all!

Working with Dr. Hansen on a language attrition research project was an enriching learning experience at BYU-Hawaii. I was able to collect data in my second language, German. While doing so I learned multiple research techniques, such as how to find subjects and how to conduct telephone interviews. We were also invited to present the findings of our study at the American Association of Applied Linguistics in Portland, Oregon, in May 04. This, too, was a remarkable experience and the highlight of my time at BYU-Hawaii.

Working as a research assistant enhanced my experience at BYU-Hawaii greatly, and I was able to apply some of the skills learned during the research in my everyday life both at work and in private. The research experience led me to apply to graduate school. I don't think that I would have gone on to further studies if I had not participated in the research. I am now studying at the Monterey Institute of International Studies for a master's degree in International Policy Studies with a specialization in Conflict Resolution and Negotiation. I was pleased to recognize, in my new text books, some of the methods and terms learned in Dr. Hansen's classes and while working with her.

I am convinced that Dr. Hansen's research projects are not only of great importance for the field of applied linguistics, but also an amazing opportunity for growth for the students who are fortunate enough to work with her. I will always be grateful for Dr. Hansen and for the opportunities she gave me.

Brother Ludlow was very patient with me when I was in his class. I didn't pay too much attention, my mind was somewhere else. But he didn't confront me or embarass me. He just kept teaching religion which he loved. Now that I'm older, I wish I had the courtesy to listen to his lectures and discussions.

Coach, You taught the best class and I really learned a lot from you. It was a pleasure knowing you as a teacher and a friend. Thanks for everything.

Your class was the most fun and memorable class I took at BYU-Hawaii. The mudsliding was one of the most exciting, dirty, things I have ever done and the stains still haven't come out. Thank you so much for being so much fun and such a great example.

Anna, What can I say. I never would have passed Senior English without you. What a fun roomate you were. So excited for you when I found out you were teaching. I only hope one day my daughter will make her way to BYU-Hawaii and have you for a teacher.

Your wit and friendship have made me what I am today. I am not sure I would have gone on the same course if it weren't for your inspiration and encouragement. From taking all your Pascal classes and being your grader/tutor I learned so much about what I could become. Spending time outside of the classroom with you as a friend still brings back so many happy memories. I will remember all your kindness and of course the adventure we had on the Big Island.

Lynne Hansen (left) and Justin Shewell at the Seoul Korea temple during their trip to present a paper at the Applied Linguistics Association of Korea conference in 1999.

Aside from having fun in Dr. Hansen's linguistics classes, I had the pleasure of working with her as a research associate. She came into our Language Acquisition class and announced that she had a project for someone who was interested in studying language attrition. I was interested from the beginning and I wasn't disappointed. She allowed me to basically conduct an entire research study replicating a previous study she had done, and she was willing to let me experiment and do things in my own way. The study we completed was presented at two conferences, one in Korea and one in Hawaii, and culminated in a jointly written article being published in a linguistics journal. The experience I had with Dr. Hansen helped me gain an understanding of the importance of research in academics and of proper research structure and design. It also allowed me the opportunity to get published before even entering graduate school. It was easily one of the best experiences I had while at BYU-Hawaii.

William Wallace was my first bishop when I arrived at BYU-Hawaii. He took such good care of me. I will never forget the memories like spending my first Thanksgiving away from home at his house. He made our ward feel so unified and loved. I will also never forget the time that I hugged him so hard that I accidentally broke the glasses that were in his shirt pocket! Woops!! :) He was cool about it . . .

Bishop Wallace will always have a special place in my heart.

Ron Jackson was the reason I went into the field of education. As a freshman, I didn't know what I wanted my major to be, until I had a class from Ron. He made education seem like the only logical choice: It prepared me to be a good friend and mother as much as it did a good teacher. Ron, over time, also became a very close friend, as did his wife, Letty. Ron will live as a hero forever in my mind. I was able to talk with him briefly on the phone before his passing and I cherish that short talk.

Letty was one of my favorite teachers. Many of my firends were jealous of how much FUN I was having in my classes. She made children's literature come alive. Letty was not only a wonderful teacher, but has become a great friend also.

No�l McGrevy's 7-09-05 submission has spurred me to add my own mahalo: In the entire spectrum of my formal education, I can truly say there are three or four pivotal classes that sharply focused my mind and significantly shaped my career. Dr. Thomas' creative writing class was one of those.

I remember friends telling me before I enrolled that he was a hard teacher, and indeed he was, but I loved his lessons and the hours we spent learning some of the finer points of writing were magic to me. Almost 40 years later I still have some of the exercises I wrote for the class with his corrections and comments in the margins.

Since those days I've literally written millions of words, some of which have gone around the world, but they all started under Dr. Gordon Thomas' distant tutelage. MAHALO NUI.

When our family moved from California to the islands in the summer of 1956, my sister (a freshman) and I (a sophomore) were excited to attend CCH in the second class. Brother Georgi was the only English teacher, if I remember correctly. Besides the two of us, there was another haole student whose father was a labor missionary, and we used to exchange friendly quips with Bro. Georgi in class until he asked us to stop. He didn't mind it so much and gave as good as he got, but he said the students of Oriental ancestry were very respectful of their teachers and weren't amused by the informal way we addressed him. His classes were informal but informative, and we thoroughly enjoyed our time with him.

Our family had known the Deem family in California before he joined the CCH faculty and so I was excited to be studying with him for the year I attended CCH. I took a speech class from him and well remember (and still practice) his method of preparing for a talk. I used to go down to the beach by Laniloa dorm and sit on a huge rock there while I practiced. He was funny but an excellent teacher and a great person. I was also in some of his plays which were great fun.

Thank you, Sister Hartmann, for your Political Science class this past spring 2005. I really had a great time. The Museum of Natural History is closed at the moment for rennovations and when it reopens I will happily host another tour. God bless you.

Barbara Miller, Lynne Christy, Margaret Heywood an I all joined the CCH English Faculty in September of 1963. She, alone, stayed true to the end, while the rest of us went our separate ways. I give Barbara credit for establishing roots in La'ie, and contributing to the college, the Church, and the Community , lo these many years. She deserves all the grandchildren she can handle now.

It was my privilege to take an English Literature class taught by Sister Heywood. She brought to my American experience -- which, after my antipodean life in New Zealand, first struck me as rather loud and crass -- a touch of class. She exhibited a refined spirit and an educated heart which gave her a teaching advantage in that she could inpire her students to perceive the nuances of emotion and thought which great writers were able to utilise to tell their stories. When I edited Kula Manu again in 1969, I dedicated it to her "as one who loves the arts and who has faithfully transmitted this love to her students" with the following sonnet:

So seldom in the passage of our years
Do we encounter souls alive to life
Who, unafraid, speak joys and shed warm tears
Midst sceptic fellows with whom scorn is rife
For those of us whose eyes do see, ears hear,
Whose hearts in sympathetic rhythm beat
With that eternal symphony so clear
And yet so still, and yet so softly sweet
That only some perceive (those few who pause
In reverence to life, calm to receive
The gifts of other souls received, the laws
Of ecstasy in form enshrined) and leave
In other feeling souls a fervent fire,
Illumining the chisel, brush and lyre.

Margaret Heywood did all that and more...

Wayne McGrevy, my younger brother, and I first encountered Chen Hsueh Shin or David (as he liked to be called) in Dorm One in September 1961 as we were getting oriented to the college after we had arrived just before enrollment. He was with his former missionary companion and close friend, Brother Tang, who, of course, went by the name of Jonathan. David and Jonathan were our friends while we were at CCH and I was delighted to find David returning as a faculty member while I was working for the PCC in 1970.

Wayne and I enjoyed being invited to share delicious simple Chinese meals with David and Jonathan in their unit of Chinese students which had a kitchen. Our first summer, we all went with other students to work at the Dole cannery in Honolulu. David and Jonathan, who had both been soldiers, always looked out for Wayne and me and I was always touched by their humility and humanity.

David often came to me with drafts of his research for proof reading and we would usually end up talking about his past experiences. Sometimes a few other Chinese students -- So Ping, Arron Yung, Foo Kwok Cheung, and Bobby Cheng -- from his unit would come by for me to proof read their writing. (So Ping would always type his in capitals so he didn't need to worry about when or when not to capitalise!)

Indeed, it was David who wanted to teach me the Gospel. He would come to my unit with Allan Pauole and sometimes Bobby Cheng. David was such a remarkable person who had impressed me so much that, when he asked me if I would accept the restored gospel, I found I could not refuse, so he also baptised me.

When summer came in 1962 and we were all packing and getting ready for the break, David gave me some Chinese paintings. One of them, a dyptich of paintings in a circular format, had been inscribed to him by the artist while he had been on his mission before coming to CCH. I thought he should keep it, but he insisted on giving it to me, but I finally prevailed upon him to have it again after he had married and had a family because I thought of it as part of his history they should have.

Passing through Hong Kong in 1979, I was prevailed upon to stay with his family at the mission home there -- in the "presidential suite" no less. But that was how David was: caring, sharing, humble and, above all, good-hearted. The missionaries there loved him. Indeed, he was a loveable character with a roguish sense of humour who taught me much about China and life in general. Always grateful to his Heavenly Father for the happy, domestic and professional conclusion to what had earlier been a life of many tribulations, his passing has left many selfishly sad because they miss his humour, optimism and generosity of spirit. I shall always be grateful to have known him.

I had the honor of serving as Bishop Largey's counselor in the bishopric of the BYUH 10th Ward. WOW, what a ride. Bishop Largey had a way of letting you know what he needed from you without telling you. He led by example. He allowed us to grow from our expriences and to alway bear in mind the consequences.

It is sad that Bishop Largey is listed under the Physical Education and not under Religion. His passion for the Church is what motivated me to succeed at BYU-Hawaii. I still remember what he always said, "Boy what a joyful day it will be to read all those sealed books."

Bishop, thanks for the ride. On to bigger and better sets.

me sitting silently in his class and hoping beyond hope that I could muddle through without being called upon. Those of you who had Br. Walker know that would never happen. He noticed everyone. I don't know if it was my look of apprehension or if he thought I might really have something intelligent to say or if just wanted to get me say something in class. What struck me was how his gaze never left mine as I struggeled to put my thoughts into words and have them come out sounding like a would-be English major.

I never told him how much he inspired me to strive to be a better reader, a better writer, a better lover of British literature. I never told him that through his efforts I came to love being an English major more than anything. I never told him how much I love him for all the lessons he taught me as a professor and as an individual. Thanks for noticing me, Br. Walker. I sure did notice you!

Thanks for all of the skills you taught me during my time as an Industrial Tech major. Those skills helped me raise a family of seven and succeed in my profession. I have built or directly supervised the construction of close to 2,000 homes. Your patience and caring have never been forgotten. I still tell the story of how you let me sleep with my head on my desk through an entire Architectural Design class and woke me only as you were locking the building that night. My three years in your classes are always remembered warmly and counted as some of my best times. Hope we have the opportununity to meet again some day.

I still remember the rumors that you were a hard task master and, to be honest, that's why I enjoyed your classes so much. You challenged us to exceed our own expectations of ourselves. The subject matter you taught us, the project that you required us to present, laid the ground work for me to succeed in upper-level management positions with National Builders. You taught me not to fear what I didn't know but to analyze it and figure it out. I can't tell you how many times I found solutions to problems others had given up on because I would'nt give up. Thank's for everything.

I enjoyed your business psych classes, which came in handy many times in my career. Also I want to say thank you to you and Winnie for letting me work on and build your home. The skills I learned have served me well.

Still remember working on your home as an Industrial Tech Student. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to build skills that have lasted a lifetime.

I did not have the opportunity to take any classes with Dottie but ate lunch at her health store almost daily: "Ahhh da bes smoothies i evah had"; but I did have the opportunity to work for her dad, Earl, and brother, Don. That job put me through school, supported my young family and help me graduate debt-free.

Thanks to Dottie and her family for their kindness and aloha. You will always be remembered fondly. PS, I ran into some of your relatives in Payson where we bought a home and plan to retire. Much Mahalo.

Don't know if you remember me but I will always be thankful for you giving me odd jobs to help pay my way through school. Do you remember the little 3 1/2 year old that used to come to work with me? Well, he is now 6'5", served his mission in Sao Paulo, Brazil; is married and finishing his degree. Thanks for everything.

Back in 1961 and 1962 I was fortunate to have history classes with Joseph Dixon who was, if I remember correctly, a friend of Gordon Thomas at the time. He had noticed that the "true or false" and "multiple choice" methods of testing only frustrated me since I had been accustomed in New Zealand to have to answer history questions with reasoned essays and shorter questions with, at least, a few well chosen sentences to demonstrate a grasp of a theory or concept.

In response to my seeking more, he set me challenging tasks like studying and writing about specific aspects of medieval theological approaches to government, contrasting them with, for example, Machiavellian principles. He shared some of his European experiences during our face to face evaluation sessions: I remember being very impressed with an Albrecht Durer print that he had bought in Europe. He had also visited Southeast Asia and collected some rubbings from carvings in Angkor Wat, one of which he gave me and which I still have framed on my wall.

Such teachers who invest that extra effort make an incalculable contribution to the growth of a seeking student's intellect.

Gordon Thomas was possibly the most appreciated of my teachers at CCH. I took creative writing classes from him and found him a thoughtful and thought-provoking mentor. I enjoyed the challenge of the weekly writing assignments and looked forward to his insightful comments and (usually) top marks for my efforts. He would chastise me if I didn't achieve the level of finesse he knew I could achieve. In that respect, I would say he was a masterful teacher. He would draw out the best of your capabilities by accepting nothing less.

One day he asked us all to consider whether we were entitled to our own opinions. Most of the students were certain that it was constitutionally part of our freedoms to have any opinions we chose to. Gordon Thomas stunned the class when he said we were not entitled to our opinions, adding, after a pause for us to gather our thoughts, "unless they were informed opinions," all else being ignorant prejudice. Today, to a greater extent, I find his position ever more valuable as a guide to what I should think about what is going on.

Thank you, Gordon Thomas, for teaching me to critically examine what I read in the news and see and hear over the other media. What is published abroad is seldom the same as what actually obtains. Incidentally, he and I were Originator and Advisor, and First Student Editor respectively of Kula Manu, the CCH literary magazine started in 1962.

I first met Sally when she was Bro. Ken Slack's student assistant at the original CCH library back on the "old campus", in 1957. She was such a small diminutive thing, and I remember her trying to "shush" us up, unsuccessfuly night after night. Unfortunately, the library was the social center of the campus in the evenings, and there weren't many other places we students could go to meet and socialize.

Later she returned to become one of the librarians at the "new" library after graduating with her MLS from USC. I always admired her for being one of the first of the CCH alumni to get a graduate degree, and then return home to Laie. She was a very beautiful Japanese-Hawaiian girl, and I remember meeting her lovely daughter who was also a BYU-Hawaii alumna. I was sorry to her of her death due to renal failure. She was a true "original."

Kajiyama Sensei helped teach me Japanese language and culture when I attended the Language Training Mission then located at the Church College of Hawaii in January-March 1972. I have rarely met anyone who radiates the light of Christ as much as Kajiyama Sensei. His life in Japan, the terrible losses he suffered, his finding faith and strengh in the Gospel of Jesus Christ...all were valuable and strengthening to me as a young missionary, and I still marvel at them today.

In 1974 I returned to CCH to teach in the Language Training Mission, where I became a colleague of Kajiyama Sensei. He continued to teach me about Japan, the gospel and life as an adult and father. I also registered for Japanese classes with Kajiyama Sensei at the college, and had a thoroughly challenging but enjoyable experience. It was while I was registered in my Japanese class at CCH that Brigham Young University Hawaii came into existence. (Hard to take for a died-in-the-wool Utah man.)

Over the 30 years since my time at CCH, I have thought about Kajiyama Sensei often and with fondness.

Bro. Allred was such an inspiring teacher. I especially enjoyed the way he made us "liken all things unto us". We drew pictures to help us understand this concept. I could feel of the spirit in his class and he made me try to strive to see the meaning and usefullness of the scriptures in my own life. MAHALO Bro. Allred.

I took several classes from Bro. Thornock and LOVED them all. He is one of the few men I've met that you can feel of his love and relationship with our Savior. Just thinking of this wonderful man brings tears to my eyes. He definitely touched the lives of many in a great and wonderful way. MAHALO Bro. Thornock!!!!!!

I remember Bro. Bruner because he has a love for birds the way I do. I really enjoyed Bro. Bruner's classes because he helped us to respect the animals in nature around us. It was quite an experience when we actually got to stuff a mongoose!!

I'll never forget this incident which occurred during a field trip at Goat Island. We had been picking up marine creatures on the reef to identify them. Bro. Anderson reached down into the water to bring up what he'd thought was a harmless sea urchin. Lo and behold it was a spiny urchin (which is toxic to the touch). Needless to say he received a painful poke in the finger. Since we were quite a ways from the Malaekahana side, there was no remedy available. Bro. Anderson then proceeded to teach us a lesson in survival. He said that in order to neutralize the effects of the sting an acid should be applied. He turned around to protect himself from our gaze and peed on his hand. He said the relief was almost immediate. MAHALO Bro. Anderson for taking the time to always explain things in a calm manner in order that everyone felt comfortable asking for help when needed.

Wow! What a blast it was on our "Cultural Friday" to go to Pulefano Galea'i's house and prepare an umu. In the picture, that's Brother Foley on the left, Pulefano in the middle, with Eliesa Naulu on the right, and me on the far right.

We got up much earlier than we normally had to to make sure we got the fire going, the rocks heated, the bananas peeled and the palusami put together. Pulefano, who taught the cultural portion of the class, always made sure he was right in there helping and making sure everything was done well. I also remember the little Samoan ditty he and Bro. Foley taught us (I apologize for misspelled vocabulary) "Talofa lava lava lava fa'a pe pe fea'ina malo o lo'o maloloina fa'a fetai." MAHALO NUI LOA.

I remember those days taking religion classes. My excitement for religion brought me through to Merlin's class, as many of my other friends had.

I liked his seriousness about religion and I enjoyed doing my homework because of all the mini-details I learned that added to my spiritual knowledge.

My friends all enjoyed Merlin's class. I also took other courses with a son of his, and he was a joy to have as a classmate. Thank you, Brother Waite.

1999 was my senior year in BYU-Hawaii and my final course was from Dale in political science. I chose to do an Independent Study under him because, at least if I did not pass, no one else would know (because there were no classmates and no classroom) but just Dale.

My project idea sparked after taking courses under Bradley Vaden, who had shed some light of what I wanted to do for my final course.

I knew that doing school work under Dale meant doing 'quality work' and it better be. I had doubt in my mind of what my performance would be like at the end, but I decided that I would give it my all and see what happens. I can tell you that my experience was intense out of my want to graduate and feel good about it.

The blessing I received and still feel to this day (beyond the grade) is being able to prove myself even when I once doubted the possibility of whether I would be able to do it.

I took the Pearl of Great Price class from William and my experience was outstanding. I loved studying the Pearl of Great Price and I have studied it again this year in my personal scripture study.

William was an amazing instructor, and I will always remember the doctrine I have learned from him. Have a wonderful retirment.

Greg's class was one of those classes that I felt I had to really prepare. I greatly enjoyed watching and listening to him teach.

I remember well presenting once or twice in his class and I just had a very fun time. I also still remember others in the class that I knew, who enjoyed his class the same way I did.

I took his Religion course and left on my mission. After two years, I was back on BYU-Hawaii campus and met Grant in one of the MCK hallways. He still remembered my name and I was impressed.

I always looked forward to Grant's class because he had this enthusiasm teaching religion, let alone his depth of knowledge in the field.

I do not recall whether it was History or Political Science I took from Brad in 1998, but that course was my first after returning from my mission.

I am glad he was patient towards students like me where knowledge in the field he taught was about or completely 'nil'. Two of my roommates joined me in taking his classes: Their view of him was always outstanding.

I learned something great in his class and that is to be prepared and do well. I have completed graduate school and believe me, some of the things I learned in his class made a difference. My long-lost roommates, 'Mere' and 'Taine,' should know what I am talking about.

I would always hear from students that I knew, about Garth and his Celestial Marriage course. This course was one of my favorite courses because it delved into the depths of marriage and spirituality.

I loved Garth's class and I was touched by his delivery of gospel doctrine on the topic of marriage. I married in the temple (just celebrated my 6th year anniversary) and currently have a daughter. My family has been the best thing in life and continues to be daily.

Some of things I learned in his class still live with me today, and I am sure many others have felt similar effects.

Taking a history class from James was awesome in very many ways. I sat at the back seat throughout the whole semester. It was very relaxing and I could still imagine him lecturing to students in GCB. Though I was quiet in his class, I was always impressed with how he delivered the history content. His was the class that I enjoyed listening to the 'lecture' and being serious about History.

Throughout all my years at BYU-Hawaii, I have known Sister Ongoongotau as a very caring individual who reached out to students in many ways. She was the person who would make everyone do their best and reach for their potential. I am sure she has influenced the lives of many Tongan students and others who have known her.

I was her student at BYU-Hawaii, her language tutor for one of her Tongan courses, and also a subordinate to her at the Tongan Village in PCC. She is a hard worker, and I appreciate the fact that she is working hard to transcend the Tongan language to perpetuate national and international boundaries. She is doing a lot of good for her family, friends, and students.

I hope you get to see the picture of my husband (Kevin) and daughter (Cleopatra) attached. A big change from last time we saw each other. Malo 'Aupito.

The summer of 1998 marks a point in my college life that I could never forget. I embarked on learning Hawaiian history in one of William Wallace's Hawaiian History courses. I loved everything about this course and him.

Learning about the history of Hawaii was a blessing because that is when I was able to personally define what the essence of Hawaiian History is: the spirit of love and togetherness. For example, I was touched by the works of Queen Liliuokalani, a historical figure who I hold in great respect to this day.

Decades ago, my father had visited Hawaii and happened to visit Liliuokalani Park. He was so impressed by the beauty and history of this park that he used 'Liliuokalani' as one of my sisters' names. This particular person has had outstanding accomplishments throughout her life and continues to do so.

I had worked with both of William's daughters at the PCC nightshow (they were professional entertainers), and I also knew his wife who worked at the nightshow as well in the New Zealand village.

I hold Hawaiian history and the Hawaiian people I have met dear to my heart and am thankful that I had the opportunity to learn about them.

I'm delighted to post a message of fond memory to my friend and English teacher, the late LeRoy King. I enjoyed his literature classes in my 1966-67 Freshman year, and I teased him about surfing frequently. When I headed back to the mainland at the end of that first year I bequeathed my horrible old surfboard to him. Yes, Sister King, I'm the one that left that monster leaning up against the garage! Brother King picked me up at the Honolulu airport when I returned to CCH in 1969 after my mission, for which I'll always remember his kindness. 'Til we meet again, my friend.

I took a welding and metallurgy class from brother Haggen in my 1966-67 freshman year, which was an interesting study and provided a solid foundation for metal work I do today. I learned that brother Haggen was involved in the development of the Boeing 707 and enjoyed hearing his tales of solving aeronautical problems. Aloha 'til we meet again.

I am writing to describe a pleasant memory of brother Gull drawing a diagram on the chalk board of the wanderings in the wilderness of the wicked priests of King Noah, the captured Lamanite daughters and the Nephite brethren trying to find their way back home. Thanks, brother Gull, for helping the Book of Mormon come alive for this reader in his youth.

Dottie was leading the stagecraft class as we built scenery for three one-act plays. I was building a shoji screen to be used in "A Chinese Romance" when I realized that I was in love with my Lexie, and Dottie told me to put down my tools and go find her. Thankfully, Lexie accepted me and we're still crazy in love after all these years.

I thoroughly enjoyed a microbiology class from brother Anderson. I remember a day when I first discovered the ADP-ATP chemical reaction, by which food is converted into energy, and I unintentionally shouted out my enthusiasm for the discovery amid an otherwise quiet classroom! Brother Anderson, upon inquiring of my outburst, suggested privately that an extra-credit research paper on the reaction would help my sagging grade considerably!

I was a theatre major amid eager business majors in brother Litchfield's macro economics class. I was struck by his counsel that an economist's most useful tool would be a rocking chair, to be able to sit quietly and ponder the interaction of economic processes. Thanks, brother Litchfield! The rocking chair has proven a worthy device in pondering things of deep importance in my life, be they physical, emotional or spiritual.

Because of brother Pickering's offer to let me drive a float in one of the parades down in Honolulu, my list of things I'd like to do in mortality was shortened a little.

I think everybody should be able to drive a parade float. It's a great thing to tell your grandchildren about!

Lexie and I still get to see brother Jacobs as the son of President Lorenzo Snow in the church film "The Windows of Heaven." And we enjoy remembering Brother Jacobs, Sister Behling and Sister Pearson doing the antics they developed at Provo such as "Morge from St. Gearge."

I was an ignorant student of photography under the capable tutelage of brother Barney. When we began working in the darkroom, he had us mix our own chemicals and process our film in total darkness. I did not understand the complaints of some of my more knowledgeable classmates until a later lab session where pre-mixed chemicals and developing tanks were introduced.

I am grateful to brother Barney for having us do our work the hard way, because by so doing I got an appreciation for the chemistry and processes that would have otherwise gone unappreciated in the more efficient and much simpler machinery of later technology.

I sincerely want to thank each of those who have had me in their class over the past 5 years. It is perhaps not until you get to this point in your education that you can look back and see how much you have grown in so many ways. Im sure your influence will be felt throughout my life as I look back at my BYU-Hawaii experience with fond memories and aloha. Kia Ora and Arohanui.

I would just like to say that I was changed after the fireside that Sister Webb gave. It was the best fireside that I have been to because it made me want to be so much more than I already am, and how just because I am a member of the Church doesn't mean that I am doing everything that I am supposed to be doing, and how my HEAVENLY FATHER LOVES ME!

Thank you, Sister Webb

I will always remember Nephi Georgi. I was a student in his World Religion class back in Winter semester of 1981. I took the class to avoid taking a Book of Mormon class, as I wasn't a member of the Church at the time. I was always afraid of Bro. Georgi: He spoke, dressed and carried himself a little diffrent from the rest. Feeling the Spirit with him in class, I learned to love and appreciate him.

The day before I was to be baptized, Bro. Georgi asked me to give the opening prayer in class. I was so nervous, and trembling as I made my way up to the front of the class to offer the prayer. It was my first prayer as a convert, but not yet baptized, and I had done nothing like that before. I said the most simple from-the-heart prayer that I could do at the time, and when it was over, I thought to myself, "Bro. Georgi probably didn't like that 'hopeless' prayer." But I was wrong, he immediately announced to the class that the prayer given was the most "Christian" that he has heard. I was honored to have Bro. Georgi present at my baptisim. He remained a spiritual mentor to me up until his death.

Dr. Richard Wells had a profound effect on my love of art. I had avoided art history classes while majoring in art at BYU-Hawaii. When I finally bit the bullet and took a class, a whole new world opened up to me. I couldn�t get enough of this new subject Dr. Wells was teaching me.

I�ve often wondered if it was Dr. Wells� teaching or the subject that captivated me. I�m leaning towards the belief that it was Dr. Wells that made the difference. He could have probably taught about the life cycle of Antarctic mold and made it interesting.

I learned a lot of art history from Dr. Wells and I have kept all of my notes from his classes even 14 years later, but he taught me much more than art. Dr. Wells taught me how to learn and how to help others learn. I�ve used those tools many times since graduation and I owe a debt of gratitude to him. Thank you, Dr. Wells.

The greatest lessons I learned at BYU-Hawaii were from Dr. Miller. While I never attended any of his classes, I do count him as my favorite faculty and a friend as well.

I worked for Dr. Miller for two-and-a-half years in the Automated Library Systems office where we kept the online circulation computer systems working well. I saw his dedication and passion for not only his chosen field of artistic photography, but for every endeavor that he undertook. He is principled and true in his family life, church activities, occupation, and personal relationships.

Dr. Miller showed me by his example what it means to study hard and to work hard. He taught me about trust and responsibility in the assignments and freedom to accomplish them that he gave me. He taught me about justice, accountability, mercy, and forgiveness when some of those assignments didn't go as well as planned.

Through ups and downs he is constant, dedicated, principled, and true. Dr. Miller has had more impact on my career and life than any other faculty at BYUH, although I do need to give a close second-place finish to Kats Kajiyama!

Very rarely throughout your college years do you have certain professors who "look out" for you. Professor Kats Kajiyama was one of those who looked out for me.

I grew up as a Japanese heritage speaker in Canada and at a certain point in my life, I had lost the desire to improve my language and explore my cultural roots more deeply. When I first took a Japanese class from Professor Kajiyama in 1996, he may not realize this but he became more than a sensei and mentor but a friend. He instilled a mindset in me that it was important to sharpen my language skills and be proud of my cultural heritage. He made learning Japanese "fun" for me again and prepared me for even greater experiences, not only on my mission in Japan but life in general. After my mission, I took 5 more classes from him and enjoyed the spirit that he brought into each class and his pleasant attitude. He is also an excellent matchmaker!

Kajiyama sensei, domo arigatou gozaimashita. Tsuzukete ganbatte kudasai!

A turning point in my academic experience at BYUH was 'accidently' registering for Dr. Chad Compton's Intercultural Comm 110 class in 2000 after my mission because, like many people, I had procrastinated until nothing else was available. I had fulfilled the social science part of the required GE courses but the Comm 110 course seemed 'interesting' so I signed up for the class.

That was the first of 5 classes that I took from Dr. Compton and I enjoyed EVERY one of his courses and lectures. He was one of the very few professors where I looked forward to going to class and being intellectually and academically invigorated. His unique but effective teaching style and friendly attitude, not to mention his tremdous knowledge in the subject area, was what made me change my major to Intercultural studies-communications during a critial point in my academic studies where I needed to make some big decisions.

My love of learning to this day is in many ways attributed to Dr.Compton and his willingness to meet with students, discuss their concerns and give appropriate counsel and guidance in not only academics but future goals. He was also always a very fair professor and empathetic to our needs. I think this exemplifies the true value of an educator, scholar and university professor. My participation in the ICS program was very rewarding and was definitely one of my many high points as a student -- thanks to professors and mentors like Dr.Compton.

Aloha and thanks again.

I took choir from Sister Merrilee Webb during the Winter 2005 semester and Spring 2005 term. She is an amazing vessel that the Spirit of the Lord uses daily to accomplish His divine purposes in the lives of thousands of people living in the Windward Oahu region of Hawaii. Her most endearing quality is her love for everyone and her ability to teach people in a way that penetrates the innermost recesses of their hearts.

One amazing lesson she taught me is how everyone feels emotions for others, but not necessarily love. The world uses the term unconditional love to describe the phenomenon of Christ-like love. But she would say: "Love is inherently unconditional. Love that is conditional cannot be love. It is just emotion." Sister Webb taught me that I could deepen my love for Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father through the singing of beautiful music, the bearing of testimony and the companionship of the Spirit.

Professor Debi Hartmann or "Aunty Debi," as she is known to me, is an amazing woman, professor, and leader. Her life experiences, conversion story, political and work experience all served to inspire and uplift her students to achieve their dreams.

I know Aunty Debi on a very personal level and I love and admire her integrity, testimony, and passion for the law. She has supported me through my university experience, counseling me on what externships to pursue and what classes to take. We traveled to Washington D.C. and to Lincoln University together. She allowed me to be her teaching assistant. She counseled with me about my dating life, my mission life, and now my married life. She has been my biggest cheerleader and always, always, always took time to listen and share her wisdom.

Aunty Debi changed my BYU-Hawaii experience. She molded my dreams and gave me the tools to make bring them to reality. She is my eternal friend, and I love and appreciate my political science professor, Debi Hartmann.

Brother Kajiyama is an amazing professor. He has a way of reaching his students, uplifting and inspiring them, and helping them achieve not only their Japanese language goals but life goals. Throughout his teaching career he has counseled, befriended, and supported many students. I was one of the many students he touched. He never failed to open his door to me whenever I had a question, worry, or concern. He instilled in me a greater love and understanding of the Japanese language and culture. I appreciate the kindness he brought into the classroom, and the way he would always rearrange his schedule if there ever was a student need. He is a very wonderful professor and I cherish my associations with this man.

Every class that I took, Brother Robertson was amazing! His War and Religion course, Research Methods, and International Relations Theory courses were always so much fun to attend. I can vivdly remember learning about Marxism in Brother Robertson's International Relations class. I can still remember the examples he used, the hymns, and I remember how he changed the way I thought about communism.

I am very grateful for the tools Brother Robertson gave me to analyze life. I am grateful for his unfailing support. And I am grateful for the time he invested in helping me achieve my dreams.

The first thing that I think of, when I think of Anna Marie Christansen is her Impeccable wit. She also has an uncanny ability to make fun of the world around her and open her student's eyes to different worldly interpretations. She embodies a strong LDS feminist view, and I will delight in reading her scholarship for years to come.

I first met JoAnn when we were graduate English students at BYU-Provo. She found out that I was from Hawaii, and mentioned that her husband, Lanny, had served a mission there. Thus began an off-and-on relationship that was to involve another graduate English major by the name of Eric Shumway, and the re-crossing of our family paths for the next 30-40 years.

My love and condolences to Lanny and his family, on the loss of JoAnn. She was a great woman, friend, and teacher.

I met "Dottle" when she was a senior at Kahuku High School and I was a freshman at CCH. Her dad, Earl Behling, was one of the original CCH labor mission supervisors, and one of the smartest men I ever knew. He knew more than a lot of the faculty members did, and it was always very informative to listen to him speak on just about any subject.

Anyway, the next few years found "Dottle" and I doing a number of things together, and she was a real dynamo of action and passion. She had a great singing voice, and we sang in a number of groups together. Her later works as a genealogist are, probably, her greatest contributions to the community of Laie, but she ranks up there as one of the true "originals."

What a wonderful free spirit Dr. Jayne Garside was. I was fortunate to receive wise counsel from her often during my first semester of school. I will never forget her.

What can I say about Brother Chase? It was because of him that I met and married my husband, Etimani. I was his secretary in the religion division and Eti served as his counselor in the bishopric.

Our many conversations, whether on religious subjects, school, or country music, will always be remembered fondly. He truly epitomized the life of our Savior. He was a friend and a mentor.

I remember rushing to his class in order to take his quizzes, what life lessons he taught! We miss him and wish his family well.

I loved taking Brother William's literature classes. Because of the way he taught, I had a great desire to learn more about literature. I went on to get enough English credits to become endorsed. I am now an English teacher, and I hope that my students learn just a little of what I did from Brother Williams.

Interestingly enough, my daughter, Susi, went on to get a degree in English, and I believe she enjoyed her classes from Brother Williams as much as I did. Many an evening she would call to ask me what I thought about certain topics they had been discussing. So I know that he stimualted thinking in her as well.

Thank you for what you do.

I think if everyone at BYU-Hawaii had the same wit and passion for teaching, education would be more than just a degree at the university. As a freshman I took an international relations class from Dr. Robertson. I remember sitting in class thinking, I am either really na�ve or merely ill-equipped to learn world politics. I quickly discovered in this class and other classes I took from Dr. Robertson that learning is not just what scholars have written in academic journals or textbooks but rather a collection of academic studies, life experiences, and open-mindedness to the world around us. I learned to listen to a variety of opinions and perspectives (even the radical ones) and to not be judgmental regarding what may be different from own conclusions.

If everyone took a class from Dr. Robertson, we would have less arrogance and pride in this world because we would all learn the value of culture, politics, religion, world, and life in general.

I first met Dave Miles when he was a new member of the CCH faculty, and I was the student body president. We were having problems with the film projectors showing our Saturday night movies, and Bro. Miles suggested that we get some different equipment, which was much more expensive, but would pay for themselves with lesser maintenance and breakdown costs. At that time there were no movie theatres, except the relic in Kahuku, and the bulk of the CCH kids were stuck on campus for the weekends. I took his advice, and got the more expensive projectors, even though I was severely criticized. They lasted for almost ten years without breaking down, and more than paid for themselves many times over. Bro. Miles not only ran the equipment, but he also trained a whole student staff as well.

Later, when I returned to CCH as a faculty member, he and his wife, Mary, were members of my ward, and he served faithfully as my ward clerk for the period of time that I was bishop. They also adopted a whole family of Hispanic children, and raised them in Laie. They were, and are, great people and humanitarians.

I first met "Sachi" when she was a senior at Kahuku High School, and I was a freshman at CCH. She later came to CCH, and we have remained friends for almost 50 years. She was very active in studentbody affairs, even though she was one of the quietest people around. She was an excellent ballroom and jazz dancer, and played the ukulele and the piano as well. She graduated with all kinds of academic honors including being valedictorian. She then went to Provo, where she did a semeser abroad in Europe, and then returned to go on a mission to Japan. After graduating from the Provo campus, she raised a family, and got her Ph.D. in Linguistics from the UH. She is a walking gold mine of information about Hauula, Laie, and especially, the early days of of CCH, and I am surprised that very few people use her as the source of information that she is. She has quite a history that nobody asks her about.

Professor Wells was known to me only through reputation before I took his Art History 100 class. Everyone in the art department, my "home," told me he was a demanding teacher. I was nervous about my ability to keep up in his course. I was also nervous about my ability to stay interested in a subject that had always, on the surface, seemed "boring" to me.

After taking 100, I became more and more interested in the literary facet of the visual arts, and Dr. Wells' aesthetics class absolutely hooked me. I not only became fascinated by our discussions in and outside of class, but I realized that I wanted to pursue a writing and teaching graduate degree. So...I am now in the throes of taking a doctorate degree in Art History, the famed topic that I had always cringed at the sound of.

Dr. Wells is very humble and seemingly unaware of the influence he has on his students. He consistently holds his students in such high esteem that they, I, had the notion for the first time that I was capable of advanced education. I remember walking into his office with my two colleagues to discuss an installation art piece for the Aloha Center. He made a comment about how he was in the presence of three strong women, then proceeded to give us his total support on our project. He supported me in my position (really his position that he graciously let me "own") as university Art Curator, and again gave me the chance to rise to a position that I didn't think I was qualified for.

I think the most meaningful thing he did for me, however, was to sit down with me one day and outline a problem for a term paper I was working on for my Modern History course. I had told him that this paper was the one I would be submitting for entrance into grad school. Not having ever written an art historical essay before, I looked to Dr. Wells for his expertise which he freely gave. He shows that he cares with his time, with his encouragement, and with his noticeable sadness when his students move on. It is my pleasure to give Professor Wells my written esteem and to thank him for helping onto a path that I am enjoying and gaining intellectual fulfillment on.

I arrived at CCH from New Zealand in September, 1961. In 1963 I got summer employment over at the PCC which was being constructed, becoming most interested in the Fijian section where I worked. The Fijian cultural advisor was an older Fijian gentleman, Isireli Racule, and he and I got on so well that he wanted me to accompany him back to Fiji in December of 1963 to research Fijian meke. Unfortunately, I had no independent means and everyone at the college I approached tried to dissuade me from going -- except, that is, Bishop David Miles, who actually offered to assist me. I was amazed by his offer because I was aware that he had a large family to care for and I had had no association with him. At about the same time, Flora Salm Soren, Laie Postmaster as well as proprietor of the Laie Travel Service, also offered to assist me, so I felt that I should accept her offer (and that led to many adventures in Fiji including my becoming a high school principal there).

I cannot recall whether I ever told Bishop Miles how much I was touched by his thoughtful and generous encouragement of my first opportunity to go to Fiji. Knowing someone believed in me enough to want to assist me was a great boost at what seemed then a very gloomy patch in my young life. Although I took no classes with him, I always regarded him as one of those humble people who attempt to do their best and succeed. I learned a lot from his example. Thank you for your goodwill toward me, Brother Miles.

I really enjoyed having you as a professor, as well as my boss and mentor. I learned a lot from your lectures, and I enjoyed the time I spent working in the lab for you. You allowed me to teach some of the labs and I later realized that was something unique for an undergraduate to do. You gave me many opportunities to learn and grow and I will never forget that.

It was great seeing you this past April after being gone from BYUH for 12 years. What a life-changing experience it was for me to go to BYUH. I know that is where I was supposed to be and I'm glad that I got to know you. I will never forget you.

I remember Bro. Palmer as the "hippie" English professor on campus. He looked so laid back in his Aloha shirt and sandals whenever he was in class, and there was this magic in his voice that made your thoughts wander with him as he discussed the ancient philosophers. Often times I would wonder whether he ever joined those hippie parties when he was young. I remember him as a caring teacher and a loving father always surrounded by his kids. It was sad to learn after my graudation that he passed away. He will be remembered by those who took his class.

I hope that Bro. Paxman would be here to read my entry. I really would like to tell him that it was him who has inspired me to be an English major and a teacher. It all started with the Shakespeare's class. I wasn't even an English major or minor at that time but I had a great love for Shakespeare's plays so I took the class. I was really fascinated by Bro. Paxman's dramatic portrait of the characters and stared craving for more English courses, first getting a minor in English, gradually a major and eventually graduating with a BA degree to show my pride as an English major instead of the BS I could have gotten with a double major in business! I am still grateful for the love and care that Bro. Paxman extended to the international students during the holidays when he knew that we were like orphans on campus when everybody would be go home to their families for Thanksgiving and Christmas. He would welcome us into his home and treat us as part of his family. Bro. Paxman is truly a great teacher who did not only teach us the subject matter during class but true Christlike love in every aspect of his life through his examples. After all these years, I still have vivid mamories of the classes I took and the teachers' offices in the CLA division, so it goes beyond saying how wonderful BYU-Hawaii is a place to learn to become like Christ.

I could hardly explain the feelings I had when I was asked to think of a person in my past that knew me well to say something about my future goals in the Generative NLP exercise I did six months ago. Bro. Walker's image came into my mind immediately and I heard the words that were uttered from his mouth. I was shocked beyond belief that he saw so much potential in me when I was just another student on campus who was unsure of her ability.

I really feel indebted to Bro. Walker for always going the extra "league" for me. Just how often would a teacher walk a student to the library to show her where the references are when the student is stuck writing a paper? And just how often would a division chair scramble a little money left over from the division's pot of funds to help a poor student applying for a scholarship when the deadline is past due?

My memories of BYU-Hawaii are all filled with these little snapshots of campus life. And it is great teachers like Bro. Paxman and Bro. Walker who have taught me by example how to be a good teacher. Teachers never know whether they have done a good job until ten twenty years later their students come back and pay tribute to them. I just have to say I love my great teachers at BYU-Hawaii!

I dreaded the summer math class I had to take before getting into two math major classes I needed to take the next semester (I had done the unthinkable and put all my math classes off). Bro. Furuto made math fun and believed in his students. He promised if we studied and did our homework we had nothing to fear.

He was right! With his help and support I was able to pass the summer math class and take the next two classes in Fall semster and pass them both. It took hard work on my part, but I will never forget his faith in me. I still tell people to go to BYU-Hawaii and take math from him. He didn't teach at me. He taught so I understood and could explain what I was doing to others! Thanks!

I really appreciate the training and preparation that Bro. DeLong gave me when I was a business student.

Bro. DeLong had a reputation for calling on students and asking them tough questions when they were least prepared. No business major could avoid taking his management class and there would be a quiet stillness in class when people guessed who would be the next victim.

What I learned was to be proactive and raise my hand whenever I knew the answer to his question. Since he would never call on the same student more than twice, I would be safe after I did my part. I also learned that as long as I spared some time to go through the required reading before I went to class, I would be okay. This got me into a habit of preparing before class and I really appreciate the discipline that I have built from taking Bro. DeLong's class.

I believe that often times we learn as much from the demanding teachers we have in life than the softies. Thank you, Bro. DeLong.

I'd like to thank Bro. McKenzie for helping me learn to be prepared at all times and setting a good foundation for my career as a teacher and trainer. As a member in his management senior seminar class, I had to read current business news so I could participate in the class discussions. It was really a challenge for me because I knew so little about businesses in the US, and as an international student, I was better in my writing than my speaking.

Because of his class, I've developed a habit of following business news which I still do up till now. I also had lots of opportunities to interact with others in seminars and that has given me a solid foundation in communication. The preparation work that Bro. McKenzie gave me has not gone wasted as I witness my career take an interesting turn from being a teacher of English to becoming a trainer in management and communications.

BYU-Hawaii is such a "different" university that alumni can somehow trace their career development back to a course they have taken or a teacher they have learned from. I am sure that the work teachers do there is all "inspired."

JoAnn was a person that gave you her whole attention when you spoke. A small conversation left you feeling like the most important person on earth. She and Lanny made the perfect pair. He was the best Vice President we have ever had. What a breath of fresh air to have someone in that office that saw this as a University, not just an extension of the Seminary program.

My favorite prof. in all my years in school and college was Garnet Birch. I've been looking for him since I lost touch with him and his lovely wife, Carol, back in the 70s. I would love to contact him but I do not even have his state of residence. I'd love to talk about the good old days at CCH in '71 and '72 -- Chinese class, Chinese club, and classmates.

Anyone who knows Bro. Birch or me, please contact me. I'd love to hear from you.

I was baptized at Clissold's Beach on Feb. 19, 1972. I can't believe I asked Bro. Birch to be the witness! I've had time to think about it since -- all the pain and no glory: Poor Bro. Birch wading all the way out in that cold water at sunrise just to be the witness! Elder Potter baptized me and Elder Ogzewalla confirmed. Bro Birch was so gracious through it all.

Bro. Bohnet was instrumental in my graduation. He was part cheerleader, part drill sergeant, but he wouldn't let me quit. What a wonderful man!

I took my first political science class from Dr. David Chen. It was an introduction to U.S Government/Politics. I will never forget what an experience that was. He wrote on the board, word for word, a good portion of the Constitution (I'm sure he could've recited it verbatim!). He spoke with a heavy accent but what came across in his lectures was a great love of this country (America) and his appreciation for his life here. He took the time to get to know us and had a great sense of humor.

Years after that, I would meet him in the hallway and he still asked how I was faring and about my studies etc. He is no longer with us physically, but is remembered with great fondness.

Where do I start? No political science student (or any student, for that matter) has a complete learning experience until he/she takes a class from Dr. Robertson. I say this completely unbiased. True, I have known him for most of my life (even worked for him during my sophomore and junior years). I remember a particular class (War & Culture) that was a war zone in and of itself -- but rest assured whether you agreed with him or not, you came out of that class having lots to think about and maybe even being "given" a new way to look at "things." I apply some of the social research skills I learned from him in my everyday life.

I had the privilege of taking many classes from him for the duration of my BYU-Hawaii experience. Thank you Dr. Robertson.

I first heard of Dick Ballou when he was Director of Marching Bands at the Provo campus, and he sent me some music so we could play some BYU songs for a football team visit in 1960. Provo lost, but the CCH band sounded great playing the Cougar fight songs.

Later, in 1973, the CCH/Kahuku Marching Band were to play at the halftime of another UH-BYU game, but this time there was a massive public protest against the Church, BYU, CCH, and Mormons in general. In fact, I couldn't get my halftime performers off the buses at the old Honlulu Stadium because of the crush of the anti-Mormon crowd. It was really a nasty and touchy situation. Even the police, and the stadium security were insufficient to hold back the protestors. Finally, I called all the Fijian dancers with their war clubs, the Tongans with their spears, and the Samoans with their knives, and had them get off the buses first and stare down the protestors.

Surprisingly, nothing happened. The protestors backed off. I got the rest of the performers into the stadium, and we had a great halftime show. Would you believe it, BYU lost to UH 15-14.

I traveled around the state with Dick, the band, and the Jazz Ensemble, and we just had a blast. By the way, it was Dick Ballou who introduced the whole marching band concept to the state of Hawai`i, starting off at little old Kahuku High when they didn`t even have a band room for their instruments.

I was really saddened to hear about the multiple deaths of Dick and Jane Ballou. They were such a great couple, and super good friends.

Brother Roundy was my Seminary teacher for the 2 years I lived in Laie while my father taught at the Churh College of Hawaii. My life was never the same afterwards. He made it fun and so I wanted to go to Seminary. I found out years later that he wasn't going to teach the second year I was there (my Junior year at Kahuku High) but my parents and others went to him and almost begged him to reconsider. He did, and I received the blessings of such a great man.

Many students may not know who Rowena Reid [Executive Director, BYU-Hawaii Alumni Association] is until it's close to graduation time.

Rowena has this wonderful, sweet smile that can brighten anyone's day. She is full of life and is a very positive lady. When she speaks, you hear a message filled with love, kindness and so much care. She taught me how to be patient, be positive and to always smile. Get to know her, if you haven't already. Sometimes in college all a student needs to move forward is a sweet spirit like Rowena Reid. I know she did that for me when everything in my college life seemed to have fallen apart.

Those who know him will never forget him, for Professor Mintey has certainly made his mark at this college because of his openness and sincerity with everyone he encounters. Reggie (for that is how everyone knows him) has a gift for helping students realize their potential, and he never gives up on you no matter how frusterated you might get. He is a dynamic teacher, a very knowledgable craftsman, and a lively conversationalist! It has really been a gift to have him at this university, because his contributions have been countless. Thank you for being an encouraging teacher and friend, it has meant a lot to me.

Clinton Kanahele was my Hawaiian language teacher, and I was not one of his better students. Nevertheless, he was such a treasure trove of information about the Hawaiian language, culture, and people. He had a keen wit, and a marvelous sense of timing.

He married my wife, Carmen, and me in the Hawaiian Temple in 1965, and I remember him telling her shortly before we were to be sealed together, "My dear, it's still not too late to change your mind. If you're married for time and eternity to the wrong person, you won't have to go to Hell, you'll be there."

We still miss him very much, and wish he were still here to guide us.

I first met "Mickey" in our freshman year of 1957. She had come to CCH after being a cheerleader, May Day Queen, and outstanding Seminary student at Hilo High School. I just barely graduated from Kamehameha before they threw me out. We became fast friends and buddies for the next umpteen years, until I finally got tired of waiting for her to propose to me, and married someone else. I was always smarter than she was, but she had higher standards.

The people of Laie who own the land under their homes owe a tremendous debt of grattitude to Ken Baldridge, who did the legwork necessary to get the proper government authorities to allow that to happen. It was Ken's tenaciousness and persistence with both Zions Securities and the proper city and state officials that got the proper people to Laie to take tesitmony necessary to show that there was interest in converting from leasehold to fee simple.

I still remember how flaggergasted the city official was who asked people to come forward with their testimonies about wanting to buy their land in fee, and then hearing them say over and over and over again, "I know the Gospel is true, and that Jesus is the Christ, and that I want to buy my land, Amen."

You have to watch out when you ask Mormons to give testimonies.

Ralph Barney was a certifiable genius and wit, who had a low threshold for stupidity and pettiness. I was a new faculty member, when he was one of "bigs" on campus, and I was grateful for his help and friendship, especially when I started to date one of his prize pupils and protegees. Even after 40-plus years of marriage, my wife, Carmen, still regards Ralph and another teacher, Richard Waite, as her two "knights in shining armor."

Thanks, Ralph, for setting such an impossibly high standard.

Henry Chai joined the CCH faculty the same year I did in 1963. He and his wife, Anne, were among the great sparkplugs of the faculty, and I remember Henry as one of the few faculty members who could keep up with Professor Dick Coburn in table tennis. We were also among the first Hawaiians to be hired on the faculty.

Dr. Johnson is an amazing man. He is so humble yet so strong. At times when I thought I wasn't smart enough he would encourage me, never bringing me down. I don't know that I would have completed my major without him, it was so challenging. But with his guidance and influence, and his sweet spirit, I was able to complete my mathematics degree and go on for more education with newfound confidence. He has taught me to always put the Lord first, and the Lord has helped me along the way. I am grateful for this influential man.

Listen now, imagine taking American Heritage class wherein your heritage is not American at all: How would you conceptualize the importance of the class as it applies to you in real life? Well, I thought it was just one of the classes I needed to take to fulfill my academic requirement.

...until I took this class from Sister Compton. She shed light onwhy I needed to study American heritage. She made it quite interesting and intellectually stimulating. She was approachable and very kind, too; and that is why we also made the Compton's our club advisors. Thank you, Sister Compton.

I took Public Speaking from Sister Chase. It was a great class. Her comments were straightforward as much as her compliments. I learned a lot of skills and techniques from her class.

She might not remember me but I will always remember her kindness and the way she carried herself as a teacher. Thank you, Sister Chase.

Dr. Mahony is a very smart professor.

I remember her biopsychology class: man, that was intense! I have never read a textbook three times in my life, ever, except when I took this class. Add the lecture notes and another review of the text during exams and you'll never see the light of day because you will be at the Joseph Smith Library studying! :-) I hope she's still teaching the class. She was very good at it!

Thank you Dr. Mahony for teaching this class. I would have never learned about the brain if not for your class -- perhaps not why my brain works the way it does, but the brain in general. Mahalo.

Dr. Kehoe is my Psychotherapy teacher. It was not an easy class but he made it less complex and difficult. I read the textbook several times but only from reading my notes and his examples did I really grasp the concept of some of these psychotherapy theories.

I used to wish that he would be my personal therapist. On second thought, I've learned enough techniques and theories from his class that I can be my own therapist! Or maybe not, I may have to be Dr. Kehoe's apprentice first to truly help myself.

Thank you, Dr. Kehoe.

In my opinion, Professor Chad Compton is an exceptional teacher. His approach to teaching is fresh and exciting. I especially remember his Organizational Communication class where he left our class while we tried to learn group dynamics and behaviors. For someone who's used to a teacher lecturing and students just listening, it would have been a difficult class to swallow, especially during that one event where all students are talking and trying assert themselves. It was fun, though. The class was intellectually stimulating!

Doctor Compton, thank you for taking the time to teach us. Also, thank you for writing my recommendation letters for graduate school! You are an awesome professor! But most of all, thank you for believing in me! With much love and aloha.

A great person and knowledgeable teacher. I learned a lot in the world religion class I took from him. It inspired me to think of others in our world in different but positive ways. He is a wonderful asset to BYU-Hawaii. Thank you for your time and knowledge.

I took two religion classes from Sister Lane and came out of both of them feeling I learned a lot more about the history of our Church and acquired a greater appreciation for the pioneers. This of course increased my testimony of the Latter-day Saint Church. Sister Lane has always been a genuine person and has showed interest in her students. She is a great asset to Brigham Young University-Hawaii. Thank you.

Not just my favorite religion professor, but my favorite professor; not just a faculty guru, but my own mentor and friend: President Thornock served in my stake presidency during my life at BYU-Hawaii. I will always remember how he expressed his sincere appreciation of my own commitment to succeed in my religion courses. His smile, dedication and love of the Savior will always remain a treasure to me; but perhaps greatest of all, I felt connected to him because he could portray seriousness about the gospel while never losing his sense of humor. This made class with him the most pleasurable of all my academic experiences.

He reminds me of Thomas S. Monson, a hero of mine, because President Monson also has this unique ability to display love and enjoy humor no matter what the subject matter.

Great memories, President -- God Bless. I hope to one day serve students the way you served me and all of us. Mahalo!

Dr. Brague loved to laugh and entertain. That's what we did as the last episode of the GREAT PCC/BYUH Polynesian Brass Band. But alas, after I graduated and left in 1990, I guess losing me, his greatest percussionist of all time, was too much for him, and he left too. That was the end of the Polynesian Brass Band which played nightly concerts at PCC, entertaining audiences from around the world.

It is just a legacy now, and many will not even recall. But to those of us who do, and who mourn the loss, we remember James Brague, who put his heart and soul into the program, which provided us the opportunity to perform, as well as earn scholarships and collect treasured memories.

Long live the legacy of James Brague and the Polynesian Brass Band.

How many people can say they are a surfing teacher and a religion teacher? That's what Brother Largey was. His surfing class was so fun and I learned so much -- a lot more than about reading waves. I loved his stories about having bishopric meeting out on surfboards at Sunset Beach and of his youth when he rode his motorcycle from CA to UT (I think) and how that helped in his conversion. It was hard to picture him as a "free spirit" when all I could see was a responsible father, teacher, and former bishop.

But the thing I am most grateful for was how he helped my brother: Tim was a California surfer through high school with few friends who were members of the Church. He received his mission call when he turned 19 but turned it down because of some doubts. Our family was devastated and I thought my heart would break. He did, however, decide to go to BYU-Provo and there took a religion class from Brother Largey (who had moved from Hawaii). Through taking this class, Tim's testimony was strengthened and he sent in his papers for his mission on his own and surprised all of us at the end of the semester. He served faithfully in the Denmark, Cophenhagen mission, married in the temple, graduated with an MBA from BYU, and is raising a beautiful family today. I will be eternally grateful for Brother Largey's influence because things could have turned out very differently for my brother.

Dr. Robertson was always rather animated in his lectures. The passion for the ideas and facts he was trying to share was very evident. He had the great teaching blend of being entertaining and informative at the same time. His lectures and class interactions were a joy and my favorite classroom experiences at BYU-Hawaii.

I was a political science major but decided to take some English classes to fill up my schedule. I had an English class from Professor Williams and I remember distinctly discussing the theory of "decontructionism." I found the class challenging and invigorating at the same time. I loved it. I almost became an English major because of this class. However, I ended up taking more than enough English classes to satisfy an English minor. Professor Williams brings a fresh approach of ideas that often leaves you hungry for more...

Nephi Georgi was one of my favorite teachers. He was always available to talk and support you whenever you needed someone to talk to. He was so helpful to me when I was getting ready to go to the Temple for the first time. His spirit was so deep and his love for students was very warm.

Elaine Papenfuss was the best English teacher I ever had. I looked forward to writing stories especially for her as she always made such nice critiques. I really remember her comments to my English Qualifying Exam topic "Why good English is not only not necessary but could be detrimental to your career". (It was my practice to always take the opposite view from the usual.) I have always wanted to contact her and thank her for all she personally helped me with as we often chatted in her office. That was the best part of the school being smaller in the beginning...you got to make close associations with your instructors instead of just being a number in the big lecture hall as might have been the case at BYU Utah.

Bro. Thornock is my favorite religion teacher. One of his profound statements was, "Take off your hat when you pray so that revelations will directly enter your head." I still remember that today and apply it in my daily prayer.

Thank you, Bro. Thornock, wherever you are. I hope you are still alive and well.

I met Brother Cameron when he was dean of students at BYU in 1971. It seems so providential that I have found this blog because I had recently been pondering on people who had made a profound difference in my life, and Brother Cameron was at the top of that list. I wished for a way to express my gratitude to him, and less than a week later I was led to Google his name and was sent here.

At that time I was a new convert (18) of about nine months. I had been baptized in Dearborn, Michigan, and worked two jobs to save enough money to come to BYU for summer school. I had been told it was unlikely I would be admitted as a regular student in the fall. However, I believed if I showed that I could do the work, they would find a place for me.

I was devastated when I was denied admission. I had left a very bad situation at home. I knew if I returned I would be vulnerable to an ex-boyfriend and others who would pressure me to return to my past sins. As I tearfully wandered around the A.O. Smoot Admin Building I saw the sign indicating the Dean of Students. I went in and asked to speak to "the Dean" and offered to wait until he had time to speak to me.

It wasn't long before I was welcomed into his office where I poured out my heart to him. He just stood up, asked me to follow him, took me to the registration office and said, "I want this girl registered in the next session." I will NEVER forget, or stop appreciating him for giving me the chance to change my life.

I graduated from BYU, married in the temple, have raised seven children and have never had a lull in my Church activity. As I type this note tears are streaming down my face, gratitude is just not a big enough word for my feelings. Thank you Dr. Cameron for making room for me at BYU.

I loved Dr. Grandy's classes. He has this intellectual curiousity that is totally contagious and I always left class wanting to go look things up, or find someone to keep discussing them with.

Quoting someone, he once told us that teaching means making "the familiar strange, and the strange familiar," and I found that very true of his classes. Xeno's paradoxes were still paradoxical, and Parmenides was as frustrating as his contemporaries probably found him. Dr. Grandy never had all of the answers and so the discussion was never over. He was humble enough to admit it, but impetuous enough to keep asking questions.

I am on my way to becoming a professor, and I hope to be as interested and interesting as he is.

One thing I appreciate about Dr. McArthur is that he always has time to talk to students. He's one of the few professors I can meet coming out of the library and talk to for an hour.

One day after class, my twin brother and I were discussing something with him in the hall and a student walked up and said, "It's the devil and his two imps." She explained she had been in his Humanities 101 class with us three years earlier and was convinced that the three of us were all going to hell for our unorthodoxy. She had since gotten to know Dr. McArthur better and was as much a fan of his classes as we were.

But that's the kind of teacher he is; he is willing to let you think he is going to hell, for a little while anyway, because of his desire to educate his students and help them think critically. I always found his classes both intellectually stimulating and spiritually edifying.

I had to take his Early Modern Europe class as a requirement one semester and was trying to find a way to get out of it because there was a time conflict with my Early Morning Surfing credits. Fortunately, I was unsuccessful. Instead of battling for waves at V-land, I got to learn about the battles of the Thirty Years War and the Defenestration of Prague. (If you see him on campus, you can ask him what defenestre means.) In addition to learning about an extremely interesting portion of world history, I got to know an awesome professor. I admire his enthusiasm and deep knowledge of his subject matter and really enjoyed his class.

I look back on my years at BYU-Hawaii (as a student and later as part of the faculty) as the most joyous of my life. It was as a student at BYUH I met and married my husband (Elikisoni). It was also while teaching there I had all of my six children. Following Tongan traditions, I buried all their navel cords under the sun rock in front of the Hawaii Temple. We believe that someday the pull of the cords will bring them back to Laie and the temple some day.

It was also there in Laie I made lasting friendships with people who will always have a special place in my heart. Though we have been in haole land 10 years, I always dream and hope that some day we will come back to Laie. 'Ofa lahi atu.

Dr. Palmer taught the humanities course to me as a freshman in '87 or '88. He opened up a new world for me. He was excited about his subject material and was a fine teacher. I can't express how much I enjoyed him as a teacher. He was in my estimation a sensitive soul and a great human being. It was a privilege to be taught by him and a blessing for me, as soon after he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and died.

Whenever I am exposed to great art, architecture, or western thought I am grateful that he was my teacher. I hope someday to meet with him again. Much aloha to Dr. Palmer, his family, and BYU-Hawaii.

This is the letter I wrote to FAC nominating Dr James to this honor. He has been a wonderful friend to me and to the university community.

I am pleased to nominate Dr. Mark James for the David O. McKay lecture. Over the years there have been several sets of criteria delineated for the honor. These are mine: 1) length of service, 2) enthusiastic contributor to the university community, 3) excellent teacher, and 4) an active member of the intellectual community. I have a short list of about six people I would like to nominate and Mark is at the top.

Mark has taught here since 1981. His experience with the school goes back much further than that since he is one of our graduates. This record clearly gives him a sense of the spirit and mission of the university and demonstrates the commitment he has to BYUH. To me longevity is not the sufficient qualification for this honor, but it a necessary condition.

Those of us who have had the honor of serving with Mark on a committee know that it is a rare privilege. He never comes unprepared and contributes with a passion. I have worked with Mark on FAC and on the CAS Council. In both cases, while he represents his constituency well, his primary concern has been for the university as a whole. I remember a discussion preceding a vote for the DOM scholar in which he guided us through sound principles without damaging the reputations of the candidates.

He has also led the TESOL Program and its antecedents for longer than any of us remember. He has established it as one of the bedrocks of the school, earning the admiration of faculty in and out of the department.

Mark is a widely respected teacher. While he is not flamboyant, running around shouting and gesticulating wildly, he is the kind of instructor that teaches solid principles and keeps students up at night thinking about interesting and important things. Currently, he is teaching in a room next to mine. I have had a chance to visit with his students and they report that this is a class they really love. Mark also has an interest in the wider curriculum, challenging students to take advantage of the many opportunities on campus. For instance, he has invited the Honors Program to use his house for their Book of the Semester program.

Not only has he kept up with his own profession and contributed to its development through the editorship of the TESOL Reporter, he has a wide intellectual curiosity. Last year he presented a paper at the Mormon Pacific Historical Society on the Church in Hawaii during World War II. It was solidly researched and presented with humor (ask him sometime to show you the photo of the missionary in white shirt, tie, gas mask, and rifle guarding a bridge after Dec. 7) and love for the sacrifices of the members and servicemen during that time. None of us will ever forget this touching presentation.

It is time for Mark to be honored. He has been a contributor to our mission for longer than anyone else I would like to nominate. He has quietly made us a better institution through his excellent teaching and administrative work. And I am sure he has something to say that will appeal to the multiple audiences the lecturer must address. Please give this nomination serious consideration. You will not regret it.

I loved the time I spent at school at Church College. As a result of my love of the culture, people, and island, my husband and I have returned to Hawaii every year for the past 10 years. We look forward to the Golden Jubilee. I also look forward to meeting Randy Allred, who is a cousin of my good friend Carrie.

I was always late to beginning Spanish class in 1967 because of the missionary lessons I was taking. One day Bro. Kartchner asked me why I was tardy and looked surprised after revealing I was investigating the Church. He thought that I was a member! I invited him to participate in my baptsim and was so happy he shared in that experience. Mahalo a nui loa... I will always cherish that wonderful early-morning experience on Clissold's Beach. Aloha.

I found Dr Kathy Ward to be one of the most outstanding professors at BYUH. Her contribution to my own intellectual development has been so invaluable that it is difficult to adequately express my gratitude. She taught me to value others' experiences and perspectives, and opened my mind to new ideas and ways of thinking. She enabled me to question my assumptions and explore new alternatives; in particular, her encouragement to explore feminist paradigms transformed the way I look at the world. Her ability to balance her religious beliefs and feminist ideals were an incredible inspiration to me. Her relationship with Gale is a true partnership, and has taught me to choose a partner who will encourage and empower me to reach my goals. It was a privilege and an honor to work and learn from Kathy. My only regret is that I didn't keep in touch.

I took a business class from Bro. Bradshaw, and it has been a while now. The thing that stands out the most to me is how I felt while in his class: He made everyone feel involved and a part of his lesson. There were no right and wrong answers. He was very genuine and caring, and he was funny.

The year was 1984. The class was Biology. Dr. Randy Day immediately draws his class into an interesting lecture. But more than the words coming out of his mouth, we sense he cares.

It isn't long before he finds out I need a campus ward to attend because I live in Hauula with my grandparents. I meet his counselor, Mike Ramsey, before I ever attend church and he immediately welcomes me to the BYUH family. Later, I will find Mark Loo to be equally friendly. The whole 4th ward operates like a loving family, making every person feel needed and wanted. All of this tone is set by Bishop Day and his wife. They are never seen without a smile. Ater missing a few Sundays in a row, I find out Bishop Day had sent out people to persuade me to attend his ward again. Wow, he cares?

The next year, I transfer to BYU-Provo. I am cold. No one smiles when you pass them on the sidewalks. I get extremely homesick for BYU-Hawaii and the aloha spirit. I send a letter to my former bishop a few thousand miles across the sea because, somehow, I believe he will understand my feelings.

But I was completely amazed that he would find me in San Diego on Christmas Day. He called to apologize it took him so long to get back to me. I don't remember exactly what he said -- I only remember feeling comforted in knowing that some one cared and would welcome me back if I were to return to Hawaii.

I never did go back for school, but I found the peace I needed to continue on in Provo. Thank you, Bishop. I don't think you realize how much you helped me in my young and insecure years. I learned so much from your biology class, your spiritual guidance, but most of all from you just sharing of yourself. It has affected me for life.

I have known Dr. Ivan Muse since 1968 as a member of the education faculty in charge of the secondary education students. Besides taking classes from him, Dr. Muse was also my supervisor for student teaching at Waialua High School.

I remember times of his unannounced visits to the classroom to observe my teaching, that for a split second I became very nervous and uneasy to see him in the back of the classroom with his notepad. His calm demeanor, however, not only as a person but also as a teacher/professor, was something to behold. After he shared his observations of the day with me, I found him to be a most helpful and sincere person whose job was to see that I got the best training and skills in becoming a teacher. His suggestions,coaching, and advice have shaped my teaching career.

Our association didn't end at CCH. It resumed several years later when I did my graduate work at BYU-Provo. Dr. Muse, a professor of Educational Leadership and Foundations on the Provo campus at the time, served as one of the members on my dissertation commitee. His expert advice and constant encouragement contributed to the successful completion of my graduate studies. I am very grateful for his unselfish service, not only as a teacher and mentor but, indeed, a dear friend.

To Dr. Ivan Muse, thanks for the memories. Mahalo and Fa'afetai Tele!

Well, this isn't quite what this site was designed for, but I taught William Mahoni in high school in New Zealand. He was an excellent art student, a highly thought of student leader, and, if I remember rightly, it was on my recommendation that he decided to go to BYU-H. Glad you enjoyed it, and hope you're still an artist, Willy.

In my two years that I was privleged to attend BYU-Hawaii, I had the great honor of taking many classes from Sister Barton. She was always kind and cheerful and willing to help us students in our times of need (which were many). To this day, I know that if I needed advice on how to teach a topic to my own math classes, Sister Barton would go out of her way to help me.

Susan Barton is a wonderful example of what a teacher and a leader should be. I will be eternally grateful for everything that I learned from her.

I have never had this mentor as my teacher but have listened to her speak at different functions. Her name is Sister Webb. There is something definetly special about her! She knows how to draw the attention of her audience and is able to touch them in a way that no one else can! She truly is an example of an instrument in the Lord's hands!

President Wade was the kindest person around! For those of you who attended between 1986-1994, your lives were changed forever just by knowing this great man (even if you don't know it). President Wade had a way about him... he made everyone feel like they were the most important person at the school. He had a mission -- to make sure he said "Hi" to everyone he came in contact with, to make them feel like they were special, and he accomplished that goal with flying colors! He said "if you can say hi to me before I can say hi to you, I will take you to the Seasider and buy you an ice cream." I don't know how much ice cream he ended up buying over the years, but I think that sometimes he let you say hi first on purpose just so he could take the time to go have ice cream with you and get to know you on a more personal basis.

He was an inspiration to me and many others I know. He was put on this earth to do a great work, and I am just so glad that he touched my life. I will always be grateful to him for his love of the gospel and for his sweet testimony. For everything he did for all of us that went to BYUH while he was there (you know who you are), we are eternally grateful to you.

P.S. "Hi President Wade," you owe me an ice cream!!" :)

I have worked under different administrations over the years, but I will always remember Pres. Cook for his kindness, his love of the students. He worked hard to try to know every student on campus, using a photo book to memorize names and faces. He was fair and always considerate in his dealing with faculty and administration concerns. BYUH is a better place today because of this man.

My memories of him don't fade away, so I want to pay tribute to Dr. Robert W. Laird because he made a huge difference in my entire college and university experience.

Dr. Robert Laird was not only my education teacher/professor, he was my mentor, advisor, and a friend. After struggling with GE requirements in my first two years at CCH, coupled with the slightest idea of what I was to take/study as an academic major, Dr. Laird came to my rescue. I recall one incident when he took me to his office, sat me down, and gave me the most important advice and counsel that I've ever heard. I cannot fail to forever cherish and admire his prompts and genuine care. Dr. Laird's constant encouragement guided me to my first job and the beginning of my professional career as a high school history teacher in American Samoa in September 1969.

I went back to graduate school in fall 1976 at BYU-Provo, after several years of teaching in the islands, only to find Dr. Robert W. Laird as the Dean of Graduate Studies. It appeared that we had never parted ways, and that I seemed to follow wherever he went. Here again, the mentor-advisor relationship with Dr. Laird continued. As the gruelling and rigorous demands of graduate work began to mount, I sought his wise counsel and advice. His encouragement, and endless effort is seen in the fact that I became successful. He enabled me to complete my doctoral education and receive my terminal degree at BYU-Provo in 1980.

So, to Dr. Robert W. Laird, thank you, mahalo, and fa'afetai tele lava!

Dr. Walker will always hold a special place for me in that he instilled a strong passion for the literature periods he taught. He had a subtle humor that I think might have been overlooked by some, but that I remember very well (and frequently had me chuckling quietly to myself).

The love which he had for English literature is probably one of the greatest things he passed on to me, for which I will be eternally (and forgive the clich�) grateful.

Of all the classes I took from Bro. Keith Peterson, it is Shakespeare that I remember with fondness. Though blasphemy to some, I didn't always appreciate the Bard, but from Bro. Petersen's class we had the opportunity to explore some of his works I might have otherwise overlooked. My private library has been added to over the years, due in no small measure, to a love for Shakespeare which was nurtured by Bro. Peterson's class.

In addition to the classes I took from him, I had the opportunity to culture something of a personal friendship with the man and spent many an hour with him in his office discussing matters ranging well beyond the subjects of English literature. I'm thankful to have been able to develop that friendship.

I remember well the afternoons spent as part of the English Circle at the Marler home preparing cinnamon rolls! Such fun!

Though I only took a couple introductory classes from Bro. Marler, it WAS those classes that first sparked my interest in the the English language. I hope he has continued to share the magic that is the Red Wheelbarrow and the story of the man bound with knots (forgive me for not remembering the name of that one!).

Dr. Baldridge pushed me so much further than I ever thought to go in school. I had the wonderful opportunity of having him for a teacher and a boss. He introduced me to the wonderful world of oral history and the unique chance to meet one of the early missionaries to the islands through an independent study project. He was the closest thing to a dad I had when I was so far away from mine. When I think of BYU-Hawaii (which is often), he is always one of the first to come to mind. I miss him.

Dr. Robertson is very cool! He's one of my all-time favorite professors. Much to my dismay I only had him for a few classes, since political science was only my minor. But, oh my, did we have fun in International Relations. For me, Dr. Robertson was what every teacher should be and what I would have liked to become.

When my wife and I were en route to New Zealand with our four kids in 1960 we visited the International Marketplace during our brief stopover in Hawaii. We were thrilled to see the Polynesian dancing and after the show went up to meet some Maoris. We were quite surprised when Ish Stagner, all decked out in piupiu and tattoos, identified himself as a Hawaiian. It was a joy years later to be a colleague and enjoy his nearly-constant good humor.

Bob Craig was the consummate scholar. He was a free thinker and had definite opinions about how things should be done, so he was also a burr under quite a few saddles. (As his division chair I spent considerable time keeping him from being fired.) He was an outstanding teacher and researcher, a good friend and neighbor, but, at the finish, his own worst enemy.

All I remember about Bro. Thornock was this, "Everyone was born left-handed until he sinned."

Our love to Sister Krekow and family. We miss you all since you moved away from Kulanui Lane. May our heavenly Father always bless and comfort you. Families are forever! Much love and aloha, the Wongs and Santiago ohana

Dr. Walker quickly became my favorite professor at BYU-Hawaii. I'm not saying this to dicount any other professors because many of them came in at a close second, but Dr. Walker inspired me. If it hadn't been for Dr. Walker I'm not sure I would have been able to complete my degree. He inspired me to keep going even when I thought that I couldn't come up with one more way to change my senior paper into anything worth writing. He is both a gentleman and a scholar, and a truly amazing professor.

Thanks for helping bring out my more natural voice. See you on the other side.

Dr. Craig didn't fit the "profile" of a history professor. The first time I saw him he had a guitar under one arm, and to our surprise, he played pretty well! I was recently married the next semester, pregnant and sick most of the time. I took a lower-division and two upper-division history classes. When I had a "B" for one of the upper-division, I burst into tears... I had worked so hard and he knew how important it was as a history major to excel. To my surprise, he asked if I wanted to swap grades and of course I agreed.

He turned out to be one of my favorite professors and I have never forgotten how "cool" he turned out to be. Mahalo, Dr. Craig. You were never stuffy. You demonstrated how fun and interesting the study of history could be!

Sister Behling was one of my favorite teachers. I still remember the day in Book of Mormon class when dressed as a Lamanite she stood up on her desk and called us to repentance using the words of Samuel the Lamanite. Later when we were working with Laie Tours, she set up a 1 credit class and we re-designed the Temple Visitor's Center. With her help we had a vision and designed it much as it appears today and sumbitted it to Elder Howard W. Hunter, who later came and visited and liked our idea. It was implemented several years later. Sister Behling was an inspiration to everyone who knew her.

Dr. Jensen is a great man who has touched the lives of many students by his kindness and love for education. He has blessed my life by teaching me how to be a better teacher, especially when designing my curriculum. And he always provided a listening ear when I needed someone to talk to.

Dr. Gale Ward always amazed me with all the facts he knows. I could ask him about anything and he always knew the answer--even if it wasn't related to English literature. And I love his sense of humor. He told the best jokes in class and out. I especially appreciate my close association with him and Kathy and their family.

I can't say enough about Dr. Kathy Ward. It is because of her English 112 class my first semester that I discovered my love for writing and research. And now I am an English teacher! I often think of her class when I teach my students how to cite sources and write a research paper.

Kathy has been a great mentor and friend, too. I loved working with her in the Honors Program, and I especially appreciate her encouragement as I went for an MA degree in English. Cheers!

Thanks to Dr. Myrna Marler, I chose English as a major. She was my academic advisor and encouraged me to choose the only true major. It was such a perfect fit and I loved it so much! I also loved Myrna's Creative Writing classes and her encouragement. Because of her I still write and am expecting publication of my first story soon. And I loved going to movies in town with Myrna. Thanks for being there for me!

Thanks to Dr. Mike Marler, I experienced cinnamon rolls to die for! I also loved his English 250 class. It was an eye-opening experience for me and my love of literature has continued since then.

Thanks to Sister Smith, I learned how to write a good process essay. She has a kind heart and love for her students that is wonderful.

Thanks to Dr. Keith Peterson I learned to experience literature in a variety of methods. I will never forget his encouragement. In fact, he still encourages me almost 10 years after graduation: He just wrote a letter of recommendation for me!

But most of all, I appreciate his kindness and patience when I had mid-semester burn-out. Because of him, I am a kinder and more compassionate professor now.

Dr. Randy Allred taught me to love American literature, even though I had always fancied Brit Lit. But thanks to him I can appreciate Moby Dick.

I also enjoyed our time working together in English Circle and Sigma Tau Delta, and playing Scrabble with his family was a lot of fun, too!

Dr. Underwood's enthusiasm for the Gospel is infectious and fabulous! I loved listening to his lectures, especially when he would get his finger shaking to emphasize his points.

During my first semester, I took a freshman expository writing class from Professor Eric Shumway. He once mentioned in the class about his family reading scriptures at 6:00 a.m. I was surprised how his children could get up early in the morning, even at an hour when I was in bed. Furthermore, he complimented his wife: �My wife is PERFECT. She is a PERFECT WIFE.�

In Korea, we do not compliment family members in public, especially not our wives. I could accept �a good wife� but he emphasized �PERFECT WIFE.� I was shocked at his boldness, but I often thought about what he said. His example influenced me to adopt the same scripture reading practice in Korea with our five children.

Professor James Bradshaw has a genuine love of Korean people. Many Koreans have tasted his genuine Christ-like love. He was willing to help any Korean with any sacrifice. He and his wife, Jeanie, have fed many hungry Korean students many times.

One day while I was working at the PCC, he visited me to tell me that Brother Chung-Ryol Hwang, who was a BYUH alumnus, had a severe car accident on the way to his new employment in Wyoming after receiving his doctorial degree at BYU, and Sister Hwang was killed. Since I was vice president of the Korean student association at that time, he asked me to inform the other Korean students and discuss what we could do for the Hwangs. While he was telling me about the accident, he could not finish his report, but he cried for a while. I could not imagine that a foreigner could have such compassion and love for the Korean people and for struggling Korean students.

Dr. James Bradshaw and his wife Jeanie, truly love the Korean students and have sacrificed a lot for them.

One of the first things that I noticed about Dr. Allen is his ability to laugh at himself and make others laugh, too. I am greatful that I have a teacher that can teach and still bring across a sense of humour about this ever-changing world that makes everyone feel at ease. I have never felt like I was being judged or looked down upon for my ideas, and that means a lot to me. Thanks!

We never met. But let me assure you that J. Carlyle Parker is numbered among the great genealogy librarians in the library profession.

As a new genealogy librarian some 20-plus years ago I devoured his book and articles on how professional librarians can better serve genealogists. His work was the inspiration for the first lecture I ever gave to librarians on serving genealogists, and is right this minute one of the inspirations for two lectures I'll be delivering this spring on libraries and genealogists. So if you read this, mahalo!

One day Brother Kenneth Slack conducted library orientation for those of us who were new arrivals at the college. Our representative group included students from Samoa, Tonga and New Zealand. When orientation concluded Brother Slack suggested we be interviewed for an article in the college newspaper, Ke Alaka'i. He and a Ke Alaka'i staff member asked us questions: where are you from, what do wish to major in, and what are your future plans upon graduation? A Tongan student indicated he wished to become a teacher and return to teach in Tonga. I said I wished to major in agriculturaL economics and return to Samoa and work for the government in the Department of Agriculture.

When the article came out in the college newspaper there was a mix up. It indicated the Tongan student was majoring in agricultural economics and would return to Tonga and work for the Department of Agriculture. Brother Slack stated that I was going to become a teacher and return to Samoa and teach school.

I left CCH to attend Utah State University where, upon taking agriculture and economics classes, I quickly discovered I was not really interested in that area. Pondering what to major in I recalled the newspaper article and Brother Slack's statement. I said to myself, "If Brother Slack said I was going to become a teacher, then a teacher I will be."

And so I have been for the past 35 years. Thank you, Brother Slack for your inspiration and encouragement. Brother Slack was always kind, helpful, and considerate to students.

Brother Richard Waite was an enthusiastic, effervescent theater teacher, always smiling. His theater classes were interesting, motivational and enjoyable. He gave me opportunity to theatrically grow and develop by casting me in The Late Christopher Bean and Angel Street.

I learned from him the meaning of commitment to play rehearsal. At our first cast meeting for Christopher Bean we were informed rehearsals were important and their attendance mandatory. About four weeks later, Ishmael Stagner failed to show for a rehearsal. At the end of rehearsal, Brother Waite announced Ishmael Stagner would be dropped from the play even if he was the studentbody president! Apparently Ish had gone to represent CCH at some major function and Brother Waite was not informed. At our next rehearsal there was a replacement who read Ishmael's part. Upon Ishmael's return things were ironed out and Ishmael was reinstated.

It was a good lesson to all of us: Rehearsals are important and if a cast member had a conflict, the director must be informed ahead of time. Brother Richard Waite was a fair man.

Dr. Loveland was an academically stimulating teacher with an excellent vocabulary. His lectures were interesting and intriguing. He's the only professor I had at CCH who could scrunch a piece of paper into a ball and throw it from his desk into a garbage can by the door and make it every single throw. He would make it a teaching moment: "To be successful in life takes concentrated effort." Then he would scrunch up a piece paper into a ball and throw it into the garbage can like a free throw attempt in basketball. The class would chuckle. Dr. Loveland was an enjoyable professor.

I appreciate Brother Ross Allen. I took a study skills class from him that was most helpful throughout my college years. He was an amiable man, low keyed, and friendly. He always had time for students and always greeted us with a smile.

Al Lolotai was kind and friendly. To those of us who were students from Samoa he was a role model and mentor. He took time to talk to us, encourage us, and offered to help us any way he could, as he did all students. As wrestling champion we enjoyed watching him wrestle professionally in Honolulu and would cheer for him. His success inspired those on his CCH wrestling team.

Despite his success and fame as wrestling champion and professional football player he was the most humble of men. In a P.E. class he taught those of us who knew nothing about American football some of the fundamentals of the game. The game seemed strange to us at first but as we became a bit more familiar with it our interest increased. Today, I am an ardent fan of American football thanks to that introduction in Al Lolotai's P. E. class. Al was a good man.

Sis Merrilee Webb is truly an inspirational teacher and a true example of the virtous woman decribed in Proverbs 31:

12 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. 13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. 26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of a kindness. 27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.

I love you, Sis. Webb, because you teach me to share the love of Christ with those around me, and to seek for the opportunity to serve others with music and testimony. I love your sense of humor.Thank you for helping me understand the mission of this great institution.Thank you again.

There are few teachers who touch a student�s heart and whose influence is still felt long after the class is over. Sister Leialoha Pakalani is one of those teachers. There isn't any other professor quite like BYUH's own literary diva. Not only did she teach me to keep my aim high but also she demonstrated through a rigorous and fulfilling workload that nothing is ever out of our reach. As we delved deep into literary analysis of the novels we read she kept our attention with creative project, learning activities and at the same time created an environment where each student from various nations across the world felt right at home.

Because of her vivacious personality and genuine care for her students we, the alumni of Sister Pakalani's class, still keep in touch and remember those incredible days we all spent together under the careful and dynamic instruction of sister Pakalani. To her I say mahalo and malo aupito for your example of love and knowledge; you truly are a genuine gold teacher!

I took choir fall 2002 and it was my very first time singing in a big group of more than 100 girls from the different nations. The way Sister Webb treated the girls was equal. I wasn't a good singer but she helped me become myself and express myself through music. In our class sessions, she make sure we started off with a prayer and also every Wednesday she picked someone to say a spiritual thought which, to her point of view, included inviting the spirit of the Lord to be with us in singing church songs.

She is the best teacher and I'd like to thank her for helping me love music. I will make sure I take choir again before I graduate. Thank you, Sister Webb, and keep up the good spirit of music.

There are few teachers whose memory continues to be felt throughout their students� lives, and Aunty Niki is one of those few who will remain an influence on my life.

Aunty has always inspired me to be the best I can be, not only in the classroom but in the workplace too. Nothing is ever good enough for Aunty until you have put in your absolute best effort. She loves her culture and loves to share it, which is what makes her an inspiring teacher to learn from and an encouragement to do your personal best. Taking classes alongside Aunty Niki was also an opportunity for learning and developing my own ideas. Many times I have sat with Aunty on the marae discussing cultural aspects for an upcoming test or final, or thoughts for a term paper.

Being away from home and family and friends for 4 years is a trial in itself, but Aunty has always felt like true family to me, and been there to listen and give advice, encouragement and support. She will always be to me an aunty, a role model, and a friend I will never forget. Arohanui, Aunty!

Bishop Martins is the best educator in the Religion Department and also the school. He always listens to a person and never forgets a person's face and name. He greets everyone and anyone walking by him and he gives wonderful advice as an instructor. He also tells some wonderful jokes and lifts up the spirit when you are down. He was my bishop and I love attending church and his service projects at his house. He's also a very powerful speaker and a good listener.

Dan Anderson, his wife Linna, and I all came to CCH in 1973. He had been an administrator at a college in Ethiopia where the studentbody president had been assassinated. I had been Assistant Dean of Students at a major American University with over 30,000 students. And then here we were at CCH, where my job was to guard against girls' "hemline creep" and Dan had to complete the dismantling of the CCH Industrial Arts program, which was one of the best in the state.

He did his job, but he let it be known, that he thought the decision to discontinue the program was wrong. Subsequent events in the state, the nation, and in the Church, have shown how right he was!

The faculty member that I like best is Brother Chad Compton. He is really nice and very knowledgable. I like him so very much because he always motivates the students to do better in class and he also, without anyone noticing, motivates international students like me to speak up in class and voice my ideas.

He is my favorite teacher for that reason. Mahalo.

I really like his class. I took his class last sememster, Fall 2004. The class helped me to understand and take another class, biology 100. Brother Wilson taught me the fun of biology using by his great great PowerPoint [presentations].

I was very impressed his kindness and knowledge. He held special class to help us with the final exam for the biology class, even though EIL 329R was over. (EIL classes are usually finished earlier than other GE and major classes.) I couldn't go his special class, but I remember his kindness. Anyway, all the classmates loved him, including me! Mahalo nui loa. Thank you very much.

Brother Hayden was one the most compassionate deans/professors that the School of Computing could ever ask for. He would inspire, empower, and motivate you to live the life of your dreams and become the person you�ve always wanted to be. He was a visionary leader with the courage to demand the impossible from me and others in order to realize our visions. He would challenge us and his staff to look beyond perceived limitations and imagine things as they could be -- to take the impossible and not only make it possible, but also to make it a practical reality.

With love and compassion, Brother Hayden was able to accomplish many goals and visions. Many of his students have gone on in life looking back at a leader who cared about his students. I will never forget Brother Hayden for the constant counsel and sympathy he showed unto us as his pupils.

Thank you, Brother Hayden, for all that you have done for the School of Computing and the University. We hope for the best! Mahalo.

As the school celebrates its 50th birthday, I thought that it would be good to write to a faculty member and express my thanks for what this school has already offered to me as a student from the Pacific.

This school has made me open my eyes in terms of cultural diversity and having the opportunity to experience a variety of cultures, having the pleasure to try and receive a stuiable education which I can take the things I learn here back to my own country.

She was the one who helped me a lot when I was struggling with my English presentations. I had fun when I was taking one of my EIL classes from her. She was always willing to help a student in times of need. I really miss her.

Brother Barksdale is a very knowledgable man. He uses scriptures, quotes and other Church referrences to help me understand the D&C better. Not only does he do that but, he also teaches me to understand the importance of the princples and doctrines being taught and how to remember them. He's a great man with a good sense of humor.

His wife, Sister Barksdale, is a wonderful woman. She is a great example of great support for her husband. I'm glad to be in his class.

I can say that he is one of the best teachers that I have ever had for several reasons. First, he studies very well what he teaches, to be able to explain it in detail. Second, he listens to students honestly. He always talks to them and considers their needs. Third, he teaches effectively by using PowerPoint, and telling us what is important. We can see main points and know what we have to focus on in each class.

All the Tongan students said good things about Lei Pakalani, although they all said that she was hard. I didn't take them seriously, because they also said that in Spring & Summer Terms she cuts back on the workload.

In Spring 2004 I enrolled in her English 201 class. I thought it would be super easy because they added it late and we were already a week behind. It was the hardest experience of my life. Not because the work was hard; in reality, it was not. But Lei stretches you thin, she makes you think, and she's so energetic you want to do the assignments, you want to make her proud. She also believed in me, and could relate to all the personal experiences I shared in class. She has a glow about her that makes you want to be happy, even when you're not.

Everyone that hasn't taken English 101 and 201 yet should grab Lei Pakalani while she's still here, because she won't be around forever.

I want to comment about a teacher who has, perhaps more than any other, affected my experiance at this school for good.

Merilee Webb, better known to her students as Sister Webb, is a woman of faith and a power teacher and mother. She inspires her students to be better world citizens and better members of the Church of Jesus Christ. While participating in her class my desire to be a part of the propehtic mission of this institution has greatly increased. She has motivated me and countless others by her example and her energy. She has often said in class, "You make a difference! Either for good or for worse, you make a difference!"

In the Book of Mormon we read that the strength of Helaman's 2000 warriors came from their trust in God. They did not doubt; their mothers knew it. The Ammonite mothers raised a generation that would save the Nephites. Merilee Webb is such a woman who inspires her students and those around her to become "Genuine gold...the kind the world is starving for," and which will influence the world for good toward the establishment of peace internationally.

Thank you, Sister Webb, for the profound affect you have had on my life and the students of BYU-Hawaii.

I just have to say the Elder Barksdale is the most interesting religion teacher I have had so far. Not only have I gained a deeper understanding of the gospel, but I have also learned to appreciate what the earlier saints went through for me.

Elder Barksdale is a walking history book. With all the background infromation that he knows it helps me fully understand the D&C sections that we discuss in class.

Elder Barksdale is also so animated and hilarious that I feel entertained the whole time in class. I hope to have more teachers like him in the future.

President Brower first approached me to return to teach at CCH while I was teaching at Dixie College in St.George, Utah. He had found out about me from other CCH alumni and had tracked me down to southern Utah. My wife and I made plans to return home, only to be told that the time wasn't right to return. I had already left Dixie and was without a job, but finally got hired as an assistant Dean of Students at Arizona State University.

We had bought us a house, and had just moved in, when we were re-invited to return to CCH. This time I said "no," but President Brower got my former boss, Elder Spencer W. Kimball, to call me and "instruct" me to return home. My wife had our baby, early, we sold our house -- after living in it only three months, and moved back to a rented Hicks home in Laie.

A year later, Elder Kimball was President of the Church, President Brower left CCH, and I was a Laie bishop. I really don't think President Brower got a fair shake from the people who put him in office.

Browsing the faculty list, I stumbled over the name Bruce O. Barker, and did a double-take! I remember Professor Barker when the only thing professorial about him was his herringbone tweed suit and his black-rimmed glasses! One of the finest young men that Brigham City ever produced, he was a wonderful missionary in New Zealand, and a great motivator. Never once did I fall asleep in his zone meetings.

Now, of course, he's become professorial. His herringbone jacket probably has leather patches, his dark rimmed glasses are now rimless, and I wonder if his students fall asleep on the back row of his classes. I understand Professor Barker is making a name for himself at SUU these days.

My name is now Charla Woodbury. I am at BYU in Provo working on genealogical research for the next version of the Internet. I would love to hear from my former library and media students and co-workers.

I remember Helen Moffat with her reading glasses on a chain around her neck at the reference desk in the old library back in 1971 when I came to CCH. She was a caring, intelligent and thoughtful librarian whose insights into that old library collection saved me hundreds of hours research, and once opened a door to rescue me from a disasterous grade in my Shakespeare class from Dr. [C. Jay] Fox.

As I wrap up my own career as a reference librarian, I recognize the important place Helen Moffat holds in influencing my choice to be a librarian. For one thing, she never looked down at me with reading glasses perched on the end of her nose to stage whisper, "Shh," when I was consulting with colleagues in the library. Hopefully good library memories produce good librarians. Thanks, Helen.

I first met Elliot Cameron when he was Dean of Students at the Provo campus, and I was a graduate student and president of the Polynesian Club. I had also campaigned for his son, Kim, in his try for ASBYU president.

Later, I re-met him and his wife when they came to replace President and Mrs. Dan Anderson. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt when I noticed that all the General Authorities addressed him by his first name, as opposed to the other CCH/BYUH presidents who were addressed mostly by their titles. Even more importantly, he usually responded by calling them by their first names. I figured that anyone who was on a first-name basis with General Authorities was somebody I should get to know better!

President Law sought me out after he heard me give a speech at a stake conference in my senior year at Kamehameha. I had already made up my mind that I was not going to CCH, but agreed to listen to him. He was very kind and persuasive, and enlisted the help of my bishop, mom, stake president, and ex-Kamehameha friends to try to induce me to change my mind. I mentioned that I already had scholarships to two Ivy League schools, Cornell and Colgate. He told me that he would match them.

Later, when I changed my mind and asked for my CCH scholarship, I found that I had been awarded a full-ride grant for $150, which was the most money that CCH could give. Nonetheless, he proved to be a great friend, and wonderful mentor.

Dr. Smith taught one of those G.E. world cultural IDE classes. I only took the class to fulfill a graduation requirement. It turned out to be a class that impacted the rest of my life. One of Dr. Smith's requirements was that we had to watch the news every day. He talked about how very important it was to be aware of what was happening in the world around us. Up until that time my world was very compact -- school, family, church, me. The rest of the world? Well, if it didn't bother me I wouldn't bother it.

Dr. Smith changed my outlook and helped me to establish a habit that I continue to this day. I became more involved in my community because of this increased awareness and have benefited and been blessed greatly in many ways. Gotta' have my news! Thanks, Dr. Smith!

Dr. Stanton confessed to me back in the 1970s an interest in doing some comparative studies of communal societies. As I was from British Columbia, he was interested in my experiences with Doukhabors, a Russian religious group who settled there. We also discussed Hutterites and Mormons as possible communities to compare. Over the years Max made great efforts to look at Hutterite communities, and these explorations brought him into the prairie west of Canada where we re-connected periodically, and shared news from Hawaii. On one trip we visited a Hutterite colony together. On others we simply re-charged Max.

Christine and I will never forget the year he arrived as a bag of bones compared to the old round Max, and we still laugh about the year he left pants and a shirt behind. But a visit from Max meant an update on BYUH characters, a good dinner out for us, and talking story late into the night.

Sister Chase was so genuine and so nice. She taught me public speaking and I was so scared of that class. She made me feel comfortable and taught us all how to give presentations so well.

I never really imagined myself as an English major. As a Filipino student, I felt insecure about my English and I felt inadequate about majoring in English. My English 111 class with Dr. Crowe changed everything. He made me feel that my essays in the class were good enough. He made me realize that even though I didn't have a perfect facility of the English language, that I could still improve, learn and grow. As long as I had the interest to study literature and the English language, I could major in it. And I did become an English Major, thanks to Dr. Crowe. He really encouraged me to believe in myself and enjoy what I'm studying.

Right now, I teach literature to young Filipino students and I try to be the kind of teacher Dr. Crowe was to me.

Keith Peterson was one of the best English teachers I had at BYU-Hawaii. He made literature fun and exciting. He encouraged us to explore our creativity through writing. I'll never forget the parody I wrote in his class. He posted it on his door for a few days. I felt really great knowing that a teacher could appreciate the simple literary efforts of his students. Thank you, Bro. Peterson.

I don't think Bro. Walker noticed me at all in his English classes. I was really quiet in class. But I sure did learn so much from him. He's a very intelligent teacher. Sometimes, I was unsure whether he was cracking a joke in class or whether he was serious about something. But I really liked the way he taught. Writers like Pope, Swift, and Dryden came to life in our class discussions. Thank you so much, Bro. Walker.

As a student, Dr. Ward was such an inspiration to me. I was part of the Honor's Program and also worked in Dr. Ward's office. She always encouraged me to expand my mind a little, think in another way, or consider another viewpoint.

I always felt a little bit like I didn't belong because I have feminist ideas. Sister Ward was the first person who really let me know that what I thought wasn't wrong and that there was a place for that in our religion and our beliefs. She showed me balance and amazed me with all she has done with her life. When she learned more about me and my past, she encouraged me to write about it, to share it and in many ways to overcome the obstacles of my childhood.

Whenever the demands of being a wife and mother overwhelm me, I think of Dr. Ward and her strength. It gives me courage that all of this is worth it, and as I continue to be true to my beliefs and myself, that I will be able to find and share my happiness with others.

Sister Baker's classes were always bitter-sweet to me. I loved learning things about language and grammar that absolutely seemed foreign to me.

Sister Baker was also very demanding, and almost all of the English and TESOL majors dreaded her classes and her tests. Her classes were always early in the morning and most students weren't quite awake. Sister Baker demanded things of her students and she expected results. Period.

I got to know my fellow classmates in her class more than others because of our intense study groups. I'm just a student by heart and loved the intensity of the class. I always love it when a teacher demands more of me than I think I have to give.

In ways, Sister Baker built up my confidence because she taught that anything can be accomplished with a little hard work.

I actually took classes from Dr. Walker and did enjoy them. He was witty, challenging and full of good stories. I never managed to ace one of his tests as hard as I tried. I think I was too poor a writer.

He is one of the reasons I enjoyed my time at Hawaii so much.

I spent many hours sitting in Ned's office trying to figure out Postmodern Decontructionist theories; and I greatly appreciate the time he spent helping my feeble mind along. His classes always filled me with new insights and sometimes left my brain aching with new concepts.

I think he always tried to expand the perspective of even the brightest students, which forced us to reach beyond what we believed was mentaly possible. Good times!

He was such a kind teacher, especially in my freshman semester when I was straight out of high school and I attempted to take his Shakespeare class. He let me incorporate my theater skills while we were studying Shakespeare's plays, and I was able to complete my class project effectively. He put up with me and gave me "wings to fly" in his classroom. I've never received a more wonderful letter of recommendation from anyone and I sincerely enjoyed him as a person, as well as a teacher. He is a fun-loving guy who has a great sense of humor and has the most wonderful characteristic that I can think of: He can laugh at himself! I only wish I could! He's awesome!

I remember two things about Brother Ray Turley, who taught industrial arts in the old Tech Building (now GCB):

He had the cutest little curly-haired daughter (whose name I've forgotten) who he allowed to pursue every mechanical curiosity. I mean, she was always with him when I was over there and would get into the greasy parts, then rub her hands on her face and her clothes; but it was so cute. One day we drove over to the old dump up egg farm road to scavenge some old car parts, and she was into everything.

More importantly, at the end of each semester, Brother Turley would make these "killer" scones -- the deep-fried kind -- for all his students . . . and they were to die. He also made a delicious honey-butter that went with them. Years later there were a couple of service missionaries at PCC who also made some pretty good scones, but Brother Turley's were better. So ono!

I first met Dr.Cook in 1959, when he was the Executive Secretary to the Pacific Board of Education, and I was a student journalist at CCH. Later, he became my first employer, when he hired me to teach English at Mapusaga High School in American Samoa. Still later, we met again when he became president of CCH and I was a faculty member there.

He and his wife, Ellen, were such great people, and were always kind to my wife, Carmen, and me in our early days as a married couple. I particularly remember him as the consummate administrator who didn't leave the slightest detail unattended:

Once, I needed some equipment for the ELI Language Lab, and none of the CCH purchasing people knew what I was talking about. Dr. Cook not only knew about the equpment I needed, he new exactly where to get it and saw that I got it, even though there were only very few of those units available at that time. He also strongly encouraged me to continue my graduate studies at UCLA.

One of the big annual events at CCH, in its early years, was the Barn Dance, originally put on at the old Laie Hukilau building. The event featured the dance styles of that time, plus a lot of square dancing led by Bro. Dalton, as the teacher and caller.

You can just imagine a whole bunch of active Polynesians "doe-see-doe-ing" out in the wilds of Laie. Bro. Dalton made the event a very real success when there were very few activities for CCH students in Laie on the weekends, then.

Bro. Hilton taught at CCH for only one year, but it proved to be a pivotal year for me. I took an American Literature class from him, and thought he was the dullest teacher in the world.

Later, when I was taking graduate classes, I came to realize just how much I had learned from him because I remembered so much of what he had taught me. He was also a good friend of President McKay, and through Bro. Hilton and his dear wife, Ruth Naomi Savage, I got to re-meet President McKay.

He was also the acting stake patriarch, and when he gave me my Blessing, he answered every question I had prayed about, and had not shared with anyone else, including my mother or my glirlfriend.

Ernest Jeppson was an international scholar and a first-rate administrator. I became friends with his son, Allen, who was co-editor of the Na Hoa Pono yearbook, and we really had great times documenting the early history of CCH.

Bro. Jeppson, and his family, had come to Laie from the Middle East, when hardly anybody knew anything at all about it, and then later left to go to the Philippines. I could never figure out how a man of his international acumen and reputation could be happy in Laie for very long, but he designed one of the best small-college Industrial Arts programs in the Territory of Hawaii at that time.

Sister Webb is the most outstanding teacher on campus. She is here teaching the world about unity and love through music. It is amazing to be part of her class and choir so I can share my feelings and hope through songs.

Thank you, Sister Webb, for bringing the world together in a small room and teaching us our mission, which is to be able to teach the world in various parts of the world in the future.

There are several teachers on this campus who have helped me develop my views. I would like to recognize Sister Debi Hartman for her way of teaching and her flexibility of understanding students from different cultures and countries.

Sister Hartmann is a solid and open minded teacher who makes us realize what is waiting for us out there after graduation. Her course is amazing and really exciting. She is awesome, incredible teacher. I wish that all the other teachers on this campus could have her sensitivities to student concerns, culture, and views.

Thank you so much for your help, Sister Hartmann. You have made a great difference in my life by helping me develop my thoughts and vision of the world.

I enjoyed Professor Waite's testimony and his teaching ethics. It wasn't too long ago that I took a religion class from him in the New Testament, where my knowledge of the scriptures was increased and desire to know more was motivated. He always put a smile on my face. Aloha to you.

Aunty Nikki, as all the students know her, is a wonderful asset to Brigham Young University Hawaii. She truly knows and loves her Maori culture and has shared it unconditionally, as well as her talent and support. Thank you, Aunty.

Sister Ah Mu had lovely blond hair and a very winsome smile. She was every part a coach with a commanding presence. I had her for P.E. my first semester at BYU-Hawaii.

She first made everyone weigh in and recorded it on her list. Each one of us took turns to step up onto the standing weight machine and then our weight would be shouted out to be recorded.

So went weighing session: Sione, 230, next! Andrew, 189, next! Simi, 204, next! Kimberly, 146, next! Austin, 178, next! Fehi, 245, next! Solo, 278, next! Choon, 99.

Instantly, the whole class cracked up into shrill peals of laughter. The Polynesian students were laughing so hard they could hardly breathe.

That day I learned about the spontaneity of my Polynesian friends. It was so against my Asian upbringing to "lose control" in public places :=) but I've since loosened up quite a bit and put on a few extra pounds!

I was in my early twenties with a 3-year old boy when I was given the privilege to serve either as a Homemaking Leader or a Single Women's Advisor in our Stake Relief Society board. I chose the latter as I had not done that before.

I had little life experience in this area so I made it a goal to make personal visits to our single sisters and ask them about their expectations and concerns. It was so rewarding to visit a whole range of sisters from young-to-old and in-between.

I came away from each visit with new insights and appreciation for the faith and strength of our single sisters and their challenges. Sister Baca was especially honest and helpful. She told me that many times, married sisters appear so suspicious when single women in the church are friendly to their husbands. We married sisters could be more charitable.

I have become mindful of faithful and capable sisters like Sister Baca. I admire them for carrying the extra load and going on with full purpose in life.

As an international student, I had to take a couple EIL classes before taking General and Core classes. My first week, winter 1996, I had to do my language homework at the Linguistics Center in the GCB rooms.

I am from Kiribati and most people on campus labeled us as the "shy people from the islands." I stood there not knowing what to say. I was about to get out of the room when a tall haole lady talked to me in my own language (Kiribati), asking if she could be of some assistance to me. I was stunned and speechless.

Fawn Whittaker was her name and I later found out that she was the head of the Center. I also found out that she could speak other Polynesian languages, a couple Asian languages and you name them. She was also a regular at the Kiribati Club.

Later, when I was back in the islands after graduating in 2000, I found out that she passed away. I know she did a lot for the Center and had been an inspiration to many students who knew her.

The photo shows the Kiribati Boyz Club members with Ms. Fawn Whittaker (front row, middle) and Ms. Helen Cross in front of the Foyer. This one is for you, Sister Whittaker. We miss you.

Dr. Pack was both a non-traditional student (getting her B.A. in her 50's) and a non-traditional university professor. Despite her late start, she quickly gained an international reputation in the world of teaching English as a second language, with numerous professional publications and presentations.

I remember her most for high standards, not only of her students, but of her fellow faculty, and most of all, of herself. She stayed up late at night to make sure she could hand back homework the very next day. She was always on the go, and expected everyone else to be the same way.

It was amazing to see her knitting, reading a French novel (beside her) and not miss one word of a department meeting or speech (or one stitch!).

The day I received my mission call, I was walking back to my room in Hale 4 when I saw Brother Asay walking towards me. He looked at me and asked, "Good News?" I responded with a jubilant "yes, I just received my mission call to the Guatemala, Guatemala City Mission."

He was so excited and happy for me and asked if he could read those special papers. Of course I said yes. As he read my call, I remember vividly what he said to me afterward: "You know that this means you have an automatic A in my class (Missionary Preparation)? Of course, your ultimate grade for how you serve your mission is between you and the Lord."

When, I said my goodbyes to Brother Asay at the end of the semester (some 3 weeks later) I remember saying to him, "I wouldn't be surprised if some day I hear your name numbered among the General Authorities of the Church." He smiled and said you are so kind. Five months into my mission while listening to General Conference I heard Elder Asay's call as a General Authority.

While I have had many spiritual experiences in my life, I always give credit to that 2-credit Missionary Preparation class taught by Dean Carlos Asay in 1975 as the day my eyes were opened spiritually.

Sister Ruth Smith was my first English Basic Comp teacher at CCH, and she became a lifelong friend and mentor. I took every class she taught including drama, and journalism, and she was such a good friend, and spiritual advisor as well.

She was the great-granddaughter of Joseph S. Smith, and was a direct descendent of Hyrum Smith. Her dad was chairman of the UH speech department, and was a former Patriarch to the Church. Through Ruth, I got to meet him, and to enjoy his friendship.

She also influenced a number of my non-member friends to join the Church, and we have all remained close for more than 50 years.

Dr. Wootton was one of the first CCH faculty members I met when I was considering coming to CCH. After I enrolled he became a personal friend and mentor, often inviting me and my friends over to his home for dinner, and/or refreshments.

He was one of the many CCH faculty members whose wives were perpetually pregnant, but Sister Helen Wootton was such a great sport, and super talent as both a singer and a violinist.

I took American history, religion, and yearbook from Dr.Wootton, and through him got to meet many of the General Authorities first hand, by having lunch with them. My early favorite was LeGrand Richards who would challenge me to scripture chases. I never won, but it was always fun, and he always looked me up whenever he came to Laie.

Dr. Allen was probably the person most responsible for the creation of the CCH secondary education program.

CCH was only in its fifth year when the decision was made to add a secondary education major to the curriculum. As a result, Dr. Allen had to teach just about all of the professional education classes himself, along with developing the math/science education major.

In order for us CCH graduates to get hired, and to have academic credibility, he required us to take the National Teachers Examination, and I and three of my other classmates scored in the 90th percentile.

He later taught in England and Southeast Asia, and my wife, Carmen, and I were civilly married at his house on faculty row.

His wife, Maureen, was a beautiful, and talented lady, who, when she wasn't pregnant, was a great musician, and terrific tennis player. We have been friends for almost 50 years, and they have been married for almost 60 years.

Sister Harper was always involved with her students. I remember how exact and precise she was in the old home ec. room. It always looked so spotless and organized. She seemed to be the queen of organization. Exactly what I thought a home economics teacher should be. Now that I have been a home economics teacher for almost 20 years, I know that organization does not come naturally. I appreciate her great example and ability to expect the best from her students.

Dr. Slack was on the original faculty, and was CCH's first librarian. His wife, Dorothea, when she wasn't pregnant, and even when she was, was a tremendous singer, and would often accompany her husband in duets.

Dr. Slack took such pride in creating the first library out of an old army barracks building, and when we moved to the new, permanent campus in 1958, his joy knew no bounds.

His exasperation also knew no bounds because prior to there being an Aloha Center, the library was the student social center, despite Bro. Slack's best efforts.

He had a very small staff, so, quite often, he worked from opening at 9 a.m. to closing at 10 p.m. I also got to know him well as the campus public relations officer, as I often helped him to take pictures with the old Graflex camera, and to write copy for the local newspapers. At that time, we were desperate for any kind of Honolulu press coverage, as nobody wanted to come from Honolulu to cover anything in Laie; but, they were willing to print what we sent them, so Bro. Slack and I tried to send them something on a weekly basis. Often, it was very weakly, because we were spread so thin.

He was truly a Rennaisance man.

I was probably the only person to sing in Bro. Spurrier's choir for four straight years. In fact, it was listening to one of his choirs sing at an O'ahu Stake conference in 1957, when I was a high school senior, that first piqued my interest in coming to CCH.

He was an avid student of Hawaiian history, and spent a lot of time and his own money doing personal research, which, I don't feel, is really appreciated today. I really believe he was a reverse oreo, white on the outside, and brown on the inside, and his Hawaiian wife, Catherine, was a truly classy person.

The later CCH/BYUH traveling singing groups, such as Traveling Assembly and Showcase Hawai'i, were based on the choir traveling models that Dr.Spurrier pioneered.

Through singing in the choir, I got to get a ringside seat to all of the great happenings in the early years of the college's growth and development.

Bro. Coburn was an absolute genius, and had a real fire for balls. You never found him very far from tennis balls, racquet balls, or ping pong balls. I met him in my sophomore year, 1958, and we remained friends when I became a faculty member, and then a neighbor. He was a gifted teacher, and even though I was not a math or science major, I took every class he taught, including a class in slide rule.

His wife, Lilian, always seemed to be pregnant, and I used to joke that he was the consummate mathematician, because he was such a good multiplier!

He loved the game of chess, and was a bridge Grand Master. He also had some great children, my favorites being his daughters Linda, and Norma. What a great person, teacher, and friend!

I doubt very seriously that, without the herculean efforts of Dr. Billie, there would have been an Education program at CCH/BYUH.

Dr. Billie was on the first CCH faculty and came as a professor of Psychology and Hebrew. She thought that with a first name like Ishmael, that I should take her Hebrew class. I didn't realize how critical this class was to be to me until I enrolled at UCLA, and everybody there thought that I was a Jew, and started, speaking to me in Hebrew, or in Arabic. Nobody at UCLA would accept that I was actually a Hawaiian. Later, when I took advanced classes in Old and New Testament from Hugh Nibley, all those years with Dr. Billie began to pay off.

Dr. Billie encouraged me to go after my doctorate, even though I was still in my early twenties, and she was one of the first to congratulate me when I achieved it at the age of 28.

She was tenacious in her love and defense of her CCH/BYUH students right up until her death.

Al Lolotai had just won the world's Heavyweight Wrestling Championship from Whipper Billie Watson, when I met him as my P.E. teacher at CCH in 1957. Earlier, I had watched him play in the Hula Bowl, where he had scored a touchdown for the Hawai'i All-Stars. As far as I was concerned, there was nobody, bigger, stronger and meaner than Brother Lolotai, but when I met him, he turned out to be one of the meekest, most articuate, and compassionate men that I have ever known.

He had a great singing voice, and when he and his wife, Millie Sa'aga, sang Beautiful Kahana or Ke Kali Nei Au, there were no two people who could do it better.

Because of his contacts in athletics, he brought to CCH a number luminaries such as Tommy Kono, the Olympic Champion, and Harold Sakata, who went on to movie fame as "Odd Job" in the James Bond thriller, Goldfinger. He also put the little town of Laie on the map, by making it the wrestling capitol of Hawai'i, especially at the intercollegiate, and AAU levels. Several of his protogees went on to wrestling success as a result of his efforts.

His greatest contribution, I felt, was that he was a calming force between the community and the college when tempers ran high, especially when CCH males started dating Laie females. Usually, Al's presence tended to quiet things down, because nobdy wanted him angry at them. He was, after all, the professional Heavyweight wrestling champ!

As an Art major in the 70s I took many sculpture and ceramic classes from Brother Fisher. His influence on me was profound. His testimony always shone through in everything he taught. His talent was prodigious, and he loved his students. His energy and enthusiasm were boundless, and he communicated his love for his art to his students.

He has been my model as a teacher for the last 24 years, and as a Latter-day Saint artist. A painting of mine was in the last Church Art Exhibition in Salt Lake City, along with one of Brother Fisher's sculptures. I wasn't able to be there for the opening, but my two children who live in Utah were, and introduced themselves to Brother Fisher, who was also there. He remembered me, and even sent me a video hello. That was a thrill.

Brother Fisher was the best teacher I've ever had!

The challenge of every instructor is to make the subject matter of the class one of great worth. Lloyd Tew did that for me in his Music Theory classes.

His instruction was so detailed and interesting that I couldn't seem to get enough of the subject, and he always seemed to have enough time outside the classroom to answer more questions and provide more explanations.

When I returned to BYU-Provo, it gave me great pleasure to be able to test out of several upper division music theory classes because of Bro Tew's exceptional teaching. The then-current BYU-Provo music professors asked where I had received my earlier training and with pride I answered, "Lloyd Tew at CCH. You should get to know him."

Bro 'B' provided an opportunity to me that changed my life forever.

When he came to CCH from BYU-Provo he brought with him a few music students from the mainland to help with his task of increasing the instrumental music department at the school. I was fortunate to be one of those students.

It was at CCH that I really began to understand the meaning of the gospel of Jesus Christ and I thank Brother Ballou for the privilege of having been able to attend CCH. Without him, it would not have happened.

I remember well my senior year ('78-'79). I had taken care of all my graduation requirements and had room for one "fun" class. I was newly married and though we didn't own a car, I hoped I would some day. With that hope in mind, I decided to take Bro. Sione Niu's beginning auto mechanics class.

Turns out, we needed to have our own basic set of tools (a socket wrench set, and a few others). I had little money to purchase them, but Bro. Niu said not to worry--he had some used tools over at his auto repair shop (now the Surf Shop at Cackle Fresh).

And so, for a few dollars, I became the proud owner of 9 sockets, a wrench, a couple of screwdrivers, and enjoyed a class that has given me the confidence to make small repairs ever since.

I'm also proud to say that I still have those original tools (though I've added considerably to the set!) and use them often.

Everything I needed in the way of theory and methodology I got from my TESOL professors, but the nitty-gritty of managing a classroom full of students I got from Prof. Adren Bird. I took several classes from him, but one lesson I remember like it was yesterday. Everytime I think about it it never fails to make me laugh.

We were outside in the hallway after class one day and somehow we got on the subject of discipline. Bro. Bird had "seen it all," and "learned a trick or two" in his day. He told me in all seriousness (but with a gleam in his eye), "If you're ever faced with a kid who's out of control and a danger to those in the class and you don't have the luxury of going down the hall to get the vice-principal, just invite the student out into the hall and punch him quick and hard right here (pointing to one side of my abdomen). It'll knock the wind out of him and not leave a mark."

With that bit of advice, I went confidently to my student teaching assignment at Castle High where I taught English to the football players and a few lost immigrants from Southeast Asia for 6 months. Thankfully, I never had to use his "advice" at Castle -- or here at BYU-Hawaii!

I'm an odd combination of biology and TESOL, which I took as my minor. I love biology but through Bro.James' effort, I also grew to love TESOL.

I don't know if teachers do this often but he once sent me an email congratulating me for how I performed in a test. That email meant a lot to me. It came at a time that I thought I wasn't doing well in any of my classes. As a result, I was tempted to switch majors. If it weren't for the length of time I invested in biology, I would have definitely made the switch.

Like every freshman getting into college for the first time, I wasn't really sure of a major except that I wanted to work with people. Bro. DeLamare helped me through that "sorting out" process and in his own quiet and humble way, confirmed my desire to pursue a degree in Social Work. He said that even if I didn't continue in Social Work per se, it would be a stepping stone to other people-related careers.

He was right! One semester I took as many as 20+ credits with field practicum and independent study courses, plus working in the Samoan village AND dancing in the night show! Those were fun days! People like DeLamare and Sharlene Maeda (now Furuto), Morris Graham and many others made learning fun for me.

Professor Merlin Waite taught speech and communications when I was a student. Even though we Asian students had a hard time pronouncing "deaf" and "death" differently, we had a lot of fun in his class. We knew he was laughing with us but not at us when we tried to make a marked difference between "Ruff" and "Ralph." He was ever patient and always cheerful.

He also taught us about different forms of communication and how to discern fallacies, persuasions, and so forth. Being able to discern in today's world is more critical than ever.

Professor Waite was also our stake president before he left for his mission. My husband served as a bishop under his tenure. He was one of the most non-judgemental Priesthood leaders I've observed. He epitomized D&C 121 - leading only by persuasion, long-suffering, by gentleness and meekness, and by love unfeigned.

I always learned new and exciting things about music in Lloyd Tew's classes. His encouragement motivated me to keep learning and become better. What began as a subject of interest became my minor.

He was absolutely passionate about music. He had a love for jazz that seemed to drive him. His enthusiasm not only seemed to explode through eyes and mannerisms, but also oozed out of his pores. Every class was an adventure. As a student, I knew that he was not just a teacher; he was a mentor.

Lloyd Tew's influence has been, and continues to be a constant in my life. Because of what I learned from him, I have often been called to music positions in the Church. I have been ward organist, choir director and ward chorister since graduating from CCH. Today, I serve as ward music chair. I am also Associate Director for the Utah Polynesian Choir, because Lloyd Tew was inspirational as my music mentor.

Bro. Norman Evans was my EIL Advance II teacher back in 1998. Learning English as second language wasn't easy, but Bro. Evans always encouraged me to be better. He loves teaching and is willing to go the extra mile to meet with students.

I still remember he taught me about editing. Even now, when I write my reports and comments, I remember what he said: "Never give your first draft as the final draft. Sit back and read it again."

I am grateful for his example and his love.

Sione Niu was my Branch President when I first arrived. He met each one of us in a Hale 5 room and immediately gave just about every one of us a calling the first two weeks of school.

He took care of the maintream members but did not forget the few others who needed more help. He would drive to Waikiki to pick up stranded students or visit the Kuilima Hilton Bar to check out a few free spirits. His eagle eyes could always spot unwanted married men during our Hale 2 lounge dances.

At a later time, President Niu came back from a Priesthood leadership meeting with news that Stake President Mailo would make any Bishop or Branch President who did not have 100% home teaching and visiting teaching WEAR A LEMON LEI.

We joked that we could then make lemonade out of it, but President Niu was dead serious. He wanted 100% from us. The pressure was on.

At that time, all Hale 2 side doors were locked after 9 pm. The only way into the dorm was through the main entrance, next to the dorm office. Curfew was 11 pm.

The following 100% scheme worked because I was also working as a dorm assistant. Three days before the end of the month, I had a list of "MIA" sisters. As each girl came in through the door, I would "visit-teach" her. We would have a short message and a prayer.

After a while, it felt like we were more interested in the 100% than the individual. Thankfully, we didn't have any grumbling. In fact, one girl wrote me a note and said how grateful she was for the prayer together. She needed it badly that night.

As far as I know, President Niu never had to wear a lemon lei. Whew!

I studied under Bro. Carey and Bro. Miles from 1984 through 1987. I got a B.S. in Computer Information Systems and then went on to graduate school at Osaka University in Osaka, Japan.

I really enjoyed Bro. Carey's humor in class. He really made a huge difference in my career because he would always put in perspective what we were learning and would talk about what was coming in the future.

He mentioned many times about Artificial Intelligence (AI) and Expert Systems (ES). This prompted me to go to Japan to study, guess what, AI and ES. I will always remember the great learning experience he provided.

Hey, guess what else? I am now teaching at Utah Valley State College in the Computing and Networking Sciences Department. And guess who? Yeah, Dr. Carey is the chair for the department. He still has a lot of humor in him and is very fun to work with.

Ke mahalo aku nei au i� Kamoa'e Walk, ko m�kou kumu '�lelo Hawai'i maika'i no ka papa kau mua. Aloha nui i'o n� 'o ia i n� haum�na a pau a ka papa (e kala mai in� aia kekahi hewa ma k�ia k�kau 'ana). ALOHA.

Jan Fisher taught Book of Mormon courses at CCH/BYUH with a passion, just as he did his art courses (ceramics and sculpture). I had several courses from Brother Fisher (both religion and ceramics), and I loved him as a teacher. He had a tremendous influence on me, and we since have become good friends and keep in touch.

One day we were studying Alma 31 where it talks about the "holy stand," the Rameumptom. Brother Fisher was emphasizing the importance of bringing the scriptures to life and applying them in our daily lives. So with his typical creative flair and confidence, he jumped up on a table and started reciting the repititious, vain prayer of the apostate Zoramites on the Rameumptom, pretending that the table was this "holy stand" and we were his audience of Zoramites awaiting our turn to "pray."

Everyday in class with Brother Fisher brought some new insight or understanding and had a major impact in strengthening my deep love and appreciation for the scriptures, especially the Book of Mormon.

I was a Social Work major at CCH/BYUH from 1972 to 1975. One of my favorite teachers in the department was John DeLaMare. One class I will never forget was a class he taught on group dynamics and processes.

On the first day of class, Brother DeLaMare came into class and said (paraphrasing), "This is a class on group processes. Your assignment for the next week is to meet as a class regularly and determine course objectives, learning experiences, assignments and how you will be graded. I will be back in a week to meet with you and discuss your progress." And with that he turned and walked out of the class, leaving us all "stunned."

Was he for real? What did he really expect from us? How were we going to accomplish this difficult almost impossible task? We needed a teacher's guidance and direction, didn't we? How could we "students" be asked to do such a thing? Wasn't that a teacher's responsibility?

So we struggled with the task for awhile. Some were lost and confused, but others stepped forward and pulled from knowledge, experiences and assignments in previous courses, things that were most helpful, etc. We were making some progress on the assignment when Brother DeLaMare returned to class � he explained that he wasn't really going to leave us "alone" for a week, but wanted us to deeply reflect about the course and the direction we wanted to take and how to be more personally involved in our own learning processes.

His teaching had a major influence in my life and the person that I am now, even though I did not continue in the field of social work after graduation. Brother DeLaMare was a friend and champion for students.

Matt Geddes was a true friend. He had a sense of humor that wouldn't quit. Although I did not have him as a teacher, since I had already graduated, I worked with him on several graphic projects for the University to promote programs in my area of responsibility.

To illustrate his playful sense of humor, one day I received a call from the Bookstore. They told me that they had some slides that were developed several months ago that no one had picked up. The only name on the envelope was "Pabo Fleebrain." They had searched and searched the telephone directory to see if the name appeared or if there were any similar names, and mine was the only name they could find. They asked me if I could have possibly left this film to be developed.

Yes, the slides were actually mine. Matt had shot some pictures for a brochure and then left them at the Bookstore under the name "Pabo Fleebrain" (of course, he didn't tell me, but wanted to see what would happen, just for fun).

You have to understand where the name originates: I found a stray dog one summer that I took in. Since I had served my mission in Korea, I nicknamed him "Pabo," (which means dumb or stupid). "Fleebrain" was a sometimes mistaken pronunciation of my last name, of which Matt was well aware. Thus the nickname, "Pabo" or "Pabo Fleebrain," and the name he wrote on the envelope: Just Matt having fun and enjoying life. His positive attitude and friendship really influenced me.

Nephi Georgi was my mentor, role model, and friend. He was one of the first faculty members I met when I came here as a student in 1957, and we remained very close for the next thirty years as colleagues, and fellow CC/BYUH faculty members. He was very animated in class, and took a real interest in all of his students.

I remember in the last days prior to his death from cancer, I came by to visit him at his office, and there he was getting an IV, and preparing for his next class. When it became evident that he couldn't make it to his class, he called me to come and teach it, even though I wasn't in that division, and there were many others who would have volunteered to cover for him. I asked him why he chose me, and he said that he remembered how I used to enjoy that class, so he wanted me to demonstrate that enthusiasm to his students. I was highly honored.

Interestingly, my favorite faculty did not teach subjects in my major. My favorite faculty was LaRae King, English teacher and friend to all.

Reflecting on her influence in my life and career, I am reminded of three things that made her my favorite faculty. First, I knew that she cared for me as a person. I felt validated as an individual in her presence, whether in the classroom or in a social setting. Her voice was reassuring and calm. She was even- tempered, not easily rattled. When I called on her for advice and counsel, I had her full attention.

Second, Sister King was passionate about what she taught, and how she taught it, and instilled her love of English in her students. While I had influential teachers in high school and college, LaRae motivated me, as no one else has, to explore the nuances of the English language. My writing assignments were carefully considered, and kindly critiqued to raise my level of awareness, learning, and desire to do more. It was from her that I developed skills to write scripts for various types of presentations, and I have written numerous scripts since my CCH days.

Third, she cared for her family, specifically her husband who, at the time, had a major health challenge with asthma. Their tender relationship was a model for all. They drew strength from each other and from their trials. Together, they exemplified their great love for the Lord. Brother and Sister Kind were my relationship role models.

One thread has weaved itself an integral pattern throughout my career in education and social service work, thanks to LaRae King: a love of language. Whether writing text for language training, for project reports, or for gospel-oriented programs, LaRae King has guided my head, my heart, and my pen.

When I came home after serving a mission, I met with President Dan Andersen. He made a lasting impression on me because he would talk with us as a father talks to his own children. He would find humor in situations and then give us some counsel without sounding too preachy. This style went well with me and I was able to learn many things. I have wanted to talk with him again for years...

Uncle Adren was a key to my becoming a teacher. He assisted me in developing a program of studies and then gave constant words of encouragement to me to complete it. However, he knew when to back off and let me sink/swim on my own. He also instilled in me the desire to come home and give back to BYU-Hawaii.

My association with Brother Fawson began in college, but it was after college I came to know him. He has offered counsel and advise to me throughout the years. I never had him as a teacher and yet he taught me to give of one's time/talents. He gave of his self and modeled humility. His home was always opened as was his heart. Sister Fawson was his inspiration and the two always had smiles and warmth to share. We miss him.

I tried to sit in the back of Uncle Jo's class and not get into trouble. But on day 1, when he took roll, he had me move to the front row. I was "so shame" sitting there all by myself. One day, I fell asleep in class. Uncle pulled out a squirt gun and unloaded on me. Then he put it away and never missed a beat in his lecture...just like it was nothing.

I never fell asleep in his class again :)

I walked in to Bishop Swapp's office with the goal of unloading all my deeds...wondering if he would even understand my plight. He listened (his face did not show the shock that he must have had), and he counseled me to prepare for a mission.

It was the beginning of an awesome story/event which was critical in my life. I'm so happy to see him at the Temple and in Laie. I still call him bishop.

I took a Psych class from Inoke, who was also my coach for Rugby. I played for him in the glory years, '74-78. He inspired me to play beyond my ability and he coached me in learning the game. He was slow to give praise so when it came it was savored. Likewise, he was slow to anger, but you knew when you were not playing up to his expectations.

He really made us the International team that we became and it is sad that his expertise and our accomplishments are not recognized. We were more than US National champions...we were in the International arena and Inoke got us there.

The first religion class that really seemed interesting to me was taught by Brother Oleole. He made it fun, as humor was a part of every lesson. He brought it to life, as we took the lessons and applied them. He had the wisdom to teach but was still a young man in heart. He would joke, laugh, make us feel good...then he would teach...and we would hear his words.

We grew because of his style. I have a love for church history and the prophets because of his teachings. He's still here at BYUH...older body, but still the young man inside :)

Gene Crismon was one of those who always had a twinkle in his eyes. He was kind and full of humor. He was always willing to listen to ideas. He rejoiced when he saw others became successful. Stories about him and his partners-in-crime having fish & fries and milk-shakes right after weight-watcher weigh-ins were just too funny. Above all, he was the ultimate gentleman. I remember chatting with him at a campus food-fest by the sun-dial. We had both lost track of our family members in the crowd. Finally, I decided to see if my teenagers were waiting at the van for me. Gene insisted on walking me to the van even though it was parked way at the end of the admin parking lot. He was so terribly sick by the time and walking did not come easy to him. I was very touched.

At Jim Ford's and Greg Larkin's urging, I became the Founding President of The English Circle. My boyfriend, Mark, became the Founding President of The TESL Society.

We started with major plagiarizing! Prof. Ford had us look through several organizations' constitution and by-laws from Provo. From that, we drafted the documents for each organization.

We had so many fun activities together with both majors. We tried to recruit more majors. The logo for The English Circle was Shakespeare with a wink and shaka sign. We had faculty and student soirees. We had breakfasts. We had Classic Films. We went to plays.

Sister Nancy Ford also made a special effort to privately advise us young married women to finish our education.

I suppose the English Division faculty was rewarded big in 1979: Mark James (TESL major) was co-valedictorian with Jonathan Durrett (English Major). Jon's GPA was just .2 behind Mark's. It was a double happiness for the English Division. Professors Jim Ford and Greg Larkin and others helped us greatly.

Professor Larkin brightened up the atmoshpere when he walked into a room. He was funny and always cracking jokes. Half the time, the joke was on him. We enjoyed hearing him "butcher" the Mandarin Language. He was actually quite good.

He was a friend to us students. We could always go to him and ask him questions. His door was always open. He wouldn't let us get away with excuses but he would give us second chances if we didn't do too well the first time around.

He also opened his home to us. I still remember an English major soiree at his Iosepa Street home. Robert Thomas was extolling poetry but lamenting on some bonehead attempts by some Provo Freshmen. One that I still remember him reciting went something like this:

"The minute I saw him got out of his Ford, I realized how much he loved his God."

After that Thomas soiree, I never tried poetry again!

The semester that I took Dr. Shumway's class, I was in deep-kimchee. I was either too optimistic or too ignorant or both. I took 18 credits, including three major upper-level English classes. I worked 20 hours, had church callings, and didn't forget my social life. Needless to say, I was stretched a little thin.

Dr. Shumway was a tough teacher, as he should be. He expected excellence from us. Our classes were very small. Usually it was like five or six students and so it was very difficult to become a potted plant or invisible if you didn't quite finish your assignment.

Even though I was always conscious that I was not spending enough time on his classes, I learned a lot from him. He taught the Victorian Age and Old English period with a lot of passion and preparation. He even had Sister Shumway come in and sing the Olde English song, Summer is a-coming in. He made us memorize long poems. We read The Scarlet Letter, Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight, Beowolfe, and on and on. We discussed about the private vices and private virtues of characters. It was a great study of perpetual human flaws and virtues played out in the society of men and women. He blended gospel doctrines into his lessons.

Truly, learning English literature was a spiritual experience for me.

I hope I made up for my less than stellar academic performance in his English classes by marrying Mark James. The year that we all graduated, there were two valedictorians. Both Mark and Jonathan Durrett were from his English Division!

I will never forget my very first class from Joke, as he wanted us to address him. After introducing himself, he showed the class a couple of props that he brought with him. One was a small flag and the other a chef-like hat that belonged to a train director at a train station.

He said the items were given to him as a birthday present by someone implying that he was only good to work at a train station in Finland. He further stated that the items became an external motivation factor for him to do well in school and to prove his friends wrong.

What a story! His own story became a source of inspiration for me to do well in school. Thanks, Joke, for the memories.

I will always remember Dale Hammond the "professor" riding his bike (and later his little red moped) to school and back rain or shine. In the earlier days, he would make yummy root beer for campus and ward functions with his root "beer" kegs.

I remember the comment he would make when students would complain about how hard he made them work and he would say, "You'll thank me later," and they did!

Letters would come from doctors and science teachers, dentists to diplomats, thanking him for making them go beyond the mark and influencing their lives and futures.

What many of them didn't realize was that all that work for them made mountains of extra work for him. He loved his students and the university so much he even taught many classes without pay so they would still be taught as well as countless hours taking his students on wild adventures to other islands so they could have the experience of their lives.

Thank you, Dr. Hammond and Dad, for your life of integrity and service and Aloha.

Love,

your daughter, Laurie Hammond Mitchell

I knew Brother Oler and his family way back in Samoa when he was the Church Educational System Director there. I was good freinds with his son, Jerry. He was as good a man then as he was over the International Students and later my bishop at BYU-Hawaii.

I will never forget one of his many acts of service for me while at BYU-Hawaii: After moving off campus from the dorms, I decided to miss one semester and just work at PCC to earn money to pay for my tuition the following semester. This was a very logical idea, but for international students the immigration would have not allowed me to work and not attend school.

The next semester came and I went to register for classes and, lo and behold, I was not allowed to register. The school informed me that I needed clearance from the US Immigration in order for me to be eligible again to re-register for classes. That was where Brother Oler stepped in. To cut to the chase, he was able to successfully present my case to the US Immigration and BYU-Hawaii.If it was not for his help, I would have been on the very next flight back to the rock.

He was a great man!

Oh, yes, that little put-put [moped] that he cruised around on in the community. Unfortunately, I wasn't a chemistry major and did not take any of Dr. Hammond's classes.

However, it was an honor to work with Dr. Hammond in the Laie community. I always appreciated his sound judgement. His civic contribution to the Laie community is far more significant that a lot of us realize. His persistent contribution, that stretched for decades, was done without recognition or fanfare. That, to me, is genuine conviction.

Dr. Hammond was one "Duracell bunny." He was super-organized, methodical and factual in his thinking, and above all, fearless.

He always put the good of the community first and stood up for what was fair and just. He fought for the interests of overall Laie residents.

Many times, it meant going against Zions Securities' policies but he had no trouble speaking up. Other faculty members like Roger McKenzie, Dale Robertson, and Bill Wallace were also good examples.

I still see him at community meetings and other focus groups after his retirement. So, this "Duracell bunny" is still ticking.

Dr. Chun was a special professor. She worked hard not only to fulfill her responsibilities as a professor but also as the women's tennis coach.

I will always remember our trips as a class to Laie Elementary School to observe what the physical education teachers there were doing with their classes. I also learned a lot from her volleyball officiating class, among other classes she taught.

Following my graduation in 1992, my wife, Traci, and I went back to Samoa and taught physical education and health at my alma mater, the Church College of Western Samoa. About the same time, Dr. Chun was the Department Chair for what was then the Physical Education Department at BYUH. One of the projects I started when we arrived at CCWS was to open a weightroom for the college, so I contacted Dr. Chun and asked her if BYU-Hawaii and the Physical Education Department would like to donate some free weights for the project. A few months later, weights arrived in Samoa for the newly opened weightroom at CCWS. My students really enjoyed the weights.

This story is an indication that her relationship with her students goes beyond the walls of the classrooms of BYU-Hawaii.

It was Bro. Marler in English 101 who really challenged me and awoke my desire to communicate ideas more eloquently and richly. Previously I was an undeclared major, but after that class I knew I had found a passion in life worthy of making a career from.

I went on to work under his auspices at the Reading Writing Center and continued to enjoy his wise counsel, kindness and support.

It was Bro. Marler who first awoke my interest in writing and language and Sis. Marler who nurtured it. I had many classes with her and thoroughly enjoyed the challenge and the atmosphere of creativity she fostered. I really miss those classes.

Jerry Roundy was both my seminary teacher and religion professor when I became a student at CCH. The impact of this teacher will never be forgotten. He not only taught religion but was an example of the pure love of Christ. I remember one day being very distraught and bothered by something. Feeling lost and discouraged, I found my way to Brother Roundy's office. He not only helped me but gave me a blessing that increased my testimony and love for our Savior. I felt renewed again and I have never forgotten that blessing.

I won a scholarship to CCH through the Improvement Era Youth Writing contest. I had not been in school for a number of years, and when Dean Olsen went through Australia to interview prospective students, he interviewed me.

I asked him if I had to be in school to be admitted to CCH. He told me that the intervening years between school and my projected admission to CCH was education enough to prepare me.

I will ever be grateful for the chance to go to college at CCH. Those were the best years of my life.

Dr. Allison set me apart as a missionary prior to my walking across campus to enter the Language Training Mission in the old Men's Dorm Three. He was very kind and assured me that I would do well as a missionary.

When I came back to CCH after my mission, he gave me a big bear hug when he released me. I wish I knew where he is now.

President and Sister Cameron were ever so kind and soliticious of us students.

I remember we went through a period where we had recurring violence on campus. It seemed like it was every weekend. The campus was the only "happening place" for the whole community and so if there were fights, it seemed logical they would take place on campus.

One Friday evening, Mark was buying us ice cream at the snack bar (cheap date!). All of a sudden, a group of Polynesian men burst into the snack bar and started attacking another young Polynesian man. They started to punch him and stab him with table knives they had grabbed. This poor student (?) was just eating in the corner of the snack bar, watching TV.

For a second, the rest of us were stunned. We all froze. Then, a couple of us shouted to the snack bar workers to call security. We had no cell phones then.

The next thing I knew, Mark was getting into the fray and pulling the victim away from the angry mob. It was quite a sight. A white skinny student with red hair tangled in a noisy commotion of angry Polynesian men. Fortunately, the security came. For the following few days, I hoped the hooligans wouldn't recognize Mark. No one came back for him.

Before long, President Cameron put a stop to the violence by holding a big community meeting and announcing that he would apply a "zero-tolerance" policy on campus; and it worked.

Math has never been my forte but I had to take statistics to graduate. Dan Kane was my teacher and he could see that I was failing miserably in his class, so he made a deal with me:

He said that if I promised to never darken another math teacher's door, he would give me a C. Then he said he hated to see a graduating senior cry.

That is how I got a C in statistics. I attended all the classes and tried to do all the homework, but to me it never really mattered how many ways one could arrange a number of birds sitting on an electric wire . . . and so it goes.

Back in the fall of 1971 I took Nineteenth Century American Literature with Professor Tibbetts. It was a great class, especially when we got to Moby Dick, as Melville was a special interest of his.

I am grateful for his efforts to introduce me to the English literarure of the South Pacific and have been a collector ever since. His classes were enlightening, and that one in particular, because Esther Dela Rosa sat across from me and charmed everyone on my side of that long table with her personality and questions!

Thanks for a great class.

Back in 71-72 when I was editor of Ke Alaka'i, I had a number of interviews with President Brower. Two stand out-- one was a briefing on his "Pinnacles of Excellance" drive, and the other, more interesting, was an invitation to join him and Neal Maxwell, then CES Commissioner of Education, for a discussion on the future of the Church in post-secondary education.

I really do not think either expected me to ask all those questions, but the topic so excited me, that I sort of galloped along with them for over an hour. It was exciting to hear Elder Maxwell expound on what the Brethren saw in the future of the Church membership, and its educational needs and aspirations. I think even Pres. Brower learned a bit in the discussion.

The interview was one of the highlights of my two years at CCH.

Being a foreign student at Church College was a difficult challenge, especially as Canadians could not work off campus and were not priority placements on campus.

Jay Fox made sure I made the extra effort to keep my GPA up high enough to qualify for Eglish department scholarships. I really appreciated the interest he took in my efforts and his encouragement. Thanks, Dr. Fox.

At the end of the spring semester 1972 my friend, Jon Sevy, and I parted for the summer with two agreed upon objectives: I was to acquire a watch for us to use, and he was to acquire a bicycle.

When I returned in the fall with my $10 bargain watch, Jon showed me the $1 bike. Apparently Dr. Georgi, preparing for his 1972 leave, sold him this amazing 1955 Schwinn 10-speed bike that had one working gear; thus, for a student, it was available for $1.

Dr. Georgi's old Schwinn was a great blessing to both Jon and I. Turned out he paid substantially more back in 1957 to buy it from some poor student who was returning to the mainland.

Dr. Georgi would be proud to know that after Jon and I, the bike passed to a Polish-Hawaiian who managed to revive five or six new gears, replace a chain, and even got new brakes for it. Jon and I generally aimed it at walls to stop.

One day I dropped into Prof. Harris' office to clarify some matter and was introduced to a current interest of his-- reality therapy, or some such term.

It worked like this: You explained the consequences of behaviors to your child, and when he fails to do the behavior, you deliver the consequences; and, of course, when your child does the behavior, he receives the positive consequences.

I was impressed, and within a few years had a son to practice on. I still have the scars. I just hope my son does not.

The fall semester of 1971 at CCH was a tumultuous time. These were days of change and folks were not taking change well, nor were they making changes smoothly. I applied for the vacant position of editor of Ke Alaka'i because of the wonderful honorarium (one credit of journalism, and $100 a month!).

I was interviewed by Taylor MacDonald and another faculty member, plus the president and vice president of the student association. It was the toughest interview I have ever gone through-- faculty and students were coming from very different perspectives in looking for an editor.

Somehow I was appointed, and Taylor guided me through many challenges that academic year, introducing me to visiting journalists, general authorities and interesting visitors. Thanks, Taylor.

He was my speech teacher for one semester and I thought I performed one speaking assignment better than almost anyone in the class. Dr. Georgi graded me a "B" for the assignment and I thought it was not right.

I approached him about it after class and told him I thought my grade was too low based on what others did. I will never forget his response. It earned my deeper respect and admiration for him.

Dr. Georgi agreed I performed the assignment better than fellow classmates he gave a "A" to, but he expected more and thought I could have done better than I did ... hence the "B".

That was a "life" lesson I have never forgotten.

Remember Biology 100? I was a freshman and I had Dr. Pat Dalton's self-study class where you were supposed study the chapter and go take the quizzes from Sister Yvonne Curnow at the Science Lab. The passing grade was 7 out of 10 questions.

I did well till I came to chapter 11, which was on genetics. For the life of me, I kept getting 6 correct. I kept going back and going back to the Science Lab but to no avail.

I have to admit that I was a little uncomfortable with Dr. Dalton. For a 99-pounds 17-year-old foreign student from Singapore, Dr. Dalton was "a big man with a microphone voice." I didn't dare go ask for help.

One day, Dr. Dean Andersen came to me and asked me to his office. Maybe Sister Curnow had told him or he had been observing my dilemma. But I was grateful he took the time to offer me assistance. He was not even my teacher. With some explanation, he lifted a load off my shoulder because I passed that chapter the next time around.

Later on, I was privileged to serve with Sister Lela Dalton in the Laie Stake Relief Society presidency. The Daltons are the nicest people you will meet. I realized that Dr. Pat Dalton was a real teddy bear behind that "big man with a microphone voice."

President Dan Andersen was the president when I first came here to school. I always remember him walking all over the campus looking at everything around him. He would pick up any rubbish that he saw on the grounds or talk with a student who was out of standards.

He was always so kind and personal. It seemed like he knew all our names. I remember going to his campus home several times to listen to Church representatives connected to Singapore.

Elder Jacob DeJagger was over Southeast Asia at the time and we, the Southest Asian students were provided opportunities to be taught at his home. I came to BYU-Hawaii with a testimony but my testimony was further strengthened by settings such as these.

If this is the Dr. Brian Best I remember, he had the athletic body of a tall Olympian. He was an exchange teacher in the English Division. Mark and I worked for Sister Alice Pack in the English Language as tutors.

He was a gentleman and helpful professor to us. He treated us so well and was always so helpful to us in the Language Lab.

I also remember he loved the ocean a lot. I mean A LOT. I remember one day when the surf was high on the north shore and it was his turn to stay in the English Lab. The lab was empty and it promised to be an extremely slow day (it could be that the students were already hitting the waves!). I could tell he was eager to check the waves at the north shore and yet felt obligated to stay in the empty Lab. I finally convinced him that I could take care of the lab and that I didn't really needed his presence.

He had a big grin on his face. After he left, I began to worry. If something had gone wrong, he could get into trouble with Sister Alice Pack and it would be partly my fault. I rationalized my worries away by thinking that Sister Pack would have said to close the empty lab. After all, he was only here for one year and we wouldn't want him to miss the big waves of the season.

Brother Larry Oler was one of the most Christ-like men I've met. His goodness just oozed from his countenance. He epitomized charity and how a Priesthood man should behave. He was always willing to listen. Even though he was very smart and totally righteous, he never set himself on a pedestal. In his later years, it was a privilege and a spiritual experience to bring our family to the Kona, Hawaii Temple Open House with him as the host.

I had many opportunities to work with Brother Oler when I was a student. He was over the Student Services. I worked as a janitor, dorm assistant and at the Aloha Center reception desk. It was all under him.

Here is a funny story: His love for us students made us run away from him sometimes! When we were students, the campus bishops did not have Thanksgiving dinner together as a ward with food from the Cafeteria. We were pretty much on our own. We liked it just the same. However, Brother Oler was always worried about the foreign students. Frankly, Thanksgiving is an American holiday, so it really didn't mean much to us. But Brother Oler would go around and match the foreign students with faculty members for the meal. Well, for us foreign students, eating a meal with a faculty member whom we really didn't know wasn't exactly a thing we looked foward to. Many of us would rather curl up in our room with a good book or just hang around in our dorms illegally cooking samin. Those who "got caught" with Brother Oler's Thanksgiving plan the first year grew wise the year after.

Days before Thanksgiving, we did all we could to avoid him. When he was around, whispers would go around: "Brother Oler is coming! Brother Oler is coming!" and we would disappear into the woodwork.

Some of us were pretty successful in thwarting his Thanksgiving plan. I'm sure the Lord will recompense him for all his efforts, even when we didn't.

My first Semester at CCH I took GERMAN and Dr. Nephi Georgi was the teacher. I have never taken another language course in my life and so it was "all Greek to me". However, I was told that if I wanted to attain a B.A., I had to take a language. Since my heritage was GERMAN I took Dr. Georgi's class.

The first class I attended, he looked around the room and pointed to several students, including myself and said, "You and you and you and you are of German descent." And he was right -- but the next question he asked produced a mixed reaction. He asked if any of us knew any German words. Oh, yes, I replied and when he asked which words those were, I rattled off all the German words that had been used on me as a child. He blushed and said,"In this class, don't use those words again." Apparently they were words used only on children and dogs so to speak.

I loved his class -- worked my tail off and got a passing grade, but it was not until I paid a student from Germany to walk with me each day and speak only German that I became fluent (to some extent) in speaking the language.

My dorm mother, Mom Belnap, insisted that I give my senior resident report in German, which I did and it gave me further practice in the language.

Imagine my surprise when I was called to serve a mission in Japan! I had to then learn to speak Japanese. One day as a new missionary, while proselyting, I was in the street contacting the Japanese people when one Japanese student thought he would be funny and started speaking German (in reply to my -- at that time -- halting Japanese). Imagine his shock to hear me come back at him in German. He literally started running away -- perhaps in shock that someone with halting Japanese could come back and start replying to him in German.

I will ever be grateful for Dr. Georgi for his patience with me and for his wonderful sense of humor and caring as a teacher while I was at CCH.

Brother Coburn loved teaching math and tying in the mysteries of the universe into his lessons.

He was a big man with a big heart who loved children. He had a household full of children. If nothing else, this turned in my favor, I think. My first-born was due on graduation day.

Four days before graduation, I was taking his final math exam. To my absolute horror, half-way through the exam, my bag of water broke. I prayed that I could stay on to finish my exam but it was not to be. I was afraid that I would not be able to graduate.

With no other options, I discreetly walked across the classroom (it seemed like eternity) towards him and whispered to him that I had to go. He took my incomplete exam and gave me a big grin and wished me luck. He never questioned me.

Brother Coburn was benevolent and pragmatic enough to average out my entire semester of work and not penalize me for that incomplete final exam. Robbie was born three days before graduation day, and a month later we were off to Provo.

Dr. Lance Chase had the best posture of any one I know. His upright posture always impressed me. He wasn't flamboyant or gregarious but his sincere interest in others and others' ideas came through loud and clear.

A lot of Laie residents can still fondly recall Dr.Chase jogging with a stick in hand along Kam. Hwy. He said the stick was to protect himself from dogs. He also had a tendency to pick up litter along the way.

I also appreciated his religion class. The semester before I took it, I was feeling like I was going nowhere in another religion class. The adjunct instructor seemed to want to speculate rather than focus on pure doctrine from the scriptures.

It was such an inspiring experience when I took Dr. Chase's church history class. He was a scholar. I thoroughly enjoyed his historical knowledge as well as the spiritual aspect of it. Church history became more alive to me. He always taught us to apply our learning to improve our our faith and conviction.

Through the years, I've had many opportunities to enjoy his intellectual and spiritual deliberations. He was a very special man and I'm grateful for that. His wife, Londa is very much like him.

I had never looked forward to a religion class before as I did with the classes Brother Roger Gull taught. He made the scriptures come to life. He was enthusiastic and knew the scriptures so well that he made the scriptures seem like a fantastic novel you couldn't put down until you got to the end.

This was the first time I actually enjoyed studying the scriptures with the curiosity and the hunger to know more about them. Thanks for a wonderful job in teaching a subject most are so somber about, that drove most students away rather than instilling in them a feeling of wanting to know more about the scriptures. His enthusiastic way of presenting the scriptures made a strong impression in my mind and heart about loving the scriptures.

Thanks a lot!!!

Since I've always been his favorite English major (I never took his classes though), I feel an obligation to fill this space for his sake. Perhaps, no comments are forthcoming because no one is daring to offend him now that he is THE Director of Liberty Jail. He's got real powers now!

But wait, we English majors are no 25-watt bulbs. We can read beyond the oxymoron -- Liberty Jail -- and discern it's now a historical visitors' site. Wow! Professor Walker must have done one thing good to retire into such a sweet situation.

I wish him our best. Truly Liberty Jail center is an inspiration to all. It was truly more a temple than a jail for the Prophet Joseph who received many revelations from the Lord while being imprisoned in that cell.

In conclusion, I feel obligated to say something nice about Professor Walker. I think he was a nice professor with a nice smile and nice humor and a nice spring in his nice walk. I'm sure his English classes were nice, too. I don't recall any testimony being sorely tested by him. So he has to be a nice professor after all.

Dean Olson took a chance on me after winter semester in 1968. I told him even though I was originally from Salt Lake City, I knew Hawaii was going to be my home, and asked if he would classify me as a local resident student, thereby cutting my tuition in half. He said, I believe you will.

That was 37 years ago . . . and I have enjoyed living in Hawaii ever since.

It is always hard to try and single out one teacher because my experiences at BYU-Hawaii with all my instructors have really shaped the course of my life in the area of wanting to do more to serve my Heavenly Father, through serving others.

I recall the struggles that I was having in trying to understand all the components of the English language. I needed to pass English 107 before taking the required English 111w. Dr. Lynn Henrichsen was my hero: He must have seen some potential in me because he was very patient, loving, caring and showed a lot of confidence in me. He was always willing to review things over and over to make sure I understand before moving on to the next assignment.

I will forever be grateful to him and all my instructors at BYU-Hawaii for their devoted dedication in serving our student body.

Brother Peterson was one of the most thought-provoking professors I have ever met. When I say thought provoking, I am referring to his ability to provoke us to thought on how the Savior was the master teacher and that each and every sociology theory could be tested agianst the teachings of our Savior. Jesus was the master teacher and he taught us how to treat others and how to handle just about every social problem known to mankind.

Brother Peterson focused on the concept of agency and how it impacts on each and every aspect of our lives. He also connected that concept with the concept of responsibility for our actions.

One illustration that he used stuck in my mind. It had to do with B. F. Skinner and his experiment with the pigeon in the box. The experiment was supposed to highlight the fact that the pigeon learned to peck sufficiently to allow the seeds to be released and thus the pigeon could eat.

One student in the class could not make sense of the whole thing and asked, "Well, didn't the pigeon know how to peck before it got put in the box?"

Brother Peterson used this to illustrate that we, as children of our Heavenly Father, learn to trust that the blessings will come when we are sufficiently patient and willing to do those things that are pre-requisite to receiving those blessings. I will ever be grateful for him making the concepts taught in sociology class applicable to real life and not just theoretical stuff we had to learn but could find little connection with in reality.

When I arrived on campus, most of the students I met said I should arrange to be in the dorm that comprised the ward presided over by Bishop Roundy. I was assigned to another dorm, but soon found out what a spiritual giant I had in Brother Jerry Cy Roundy as a religion teacher.

I took his Book of Mormon class and as a new convert of 2 years and newly arrived foreign student, I was astounded at the knowledge he crammed into each class I attended. It was like taking a crash course in "How to get to Heaven by obeying the concepts in the Book of Mormon."

I loved his classes. Most of my religion classes at CCH were with Brother Roundy. He was fantastic.

I then moved into the dorm that comprised his ward. He loved the students of CCH and showed his love to them each and every day. He was the bishop who approached me about going on a mission and I was delighted to follow his invitation.

One funny incident I think should be related: One day, during one of the many heavy downpours that occur in Hawaii, we were all waiting to enter the classroom and one of the students, who questioned everything brother Roundy said in an effort to start a religion argument, was standing out on the Lanai with the rest of us waiting for Brother Roundy to arrive for class. The water was spilling off the roof in sheets and Brother Roundy said to this student, "You know John, if you stand under that pouring water and get sufficiently wet, we may be able to count it." Brother Roundy had a wonderful warm sense of humor.

I had occasion to meet him many years later in Pennsylvania when he was visiting stakes as a touring Church Education speaker. He was still as warm and caring then as he was when he was my bishop.

Brother Garside was one of my art teachers. He loved to do oil paints using the palette knife. I will ever be grateful to him for one particular class he taught on design. This class has helped me in my creative endeavors in cloth as a quilter. Little did I know at the time how this particular class would help me in viewing art created by others and in creating my own items.

Thank you, Brother Garside, for your efforts in the art department.

Brother Hunter was another one of my sociology professors. He was interested in each and every student and his social problems class that I took opened my eyes to many things that comprise communities and how they work. This knowledge has helped me view the society in which I live in such a manner that I can understand what needs to take place for the community to function. This was a new concept to me and I am grateful for his time and effort in this class.

In one class we examined CCH as its own self contained entity or community. He quipped, "CCH is the cheapest resort on the islands and the mainland students know this and come here eagerly."

I am grateful that he was one of my professors.

Among the first profs I got to know on campus, beyond just sitting in classrooms, was Dr. Max Stanton with whom I studied "Peoples of the Pacific."

First and foremost he treated me like an adult, like a peer. That impressed me immeasurably. Second, he was really interested in my friendship.

The summer after I left CCH and returned to Canada, I found him on my doorstep. And over the years we have visited back and forth and remained friends.

LaVar Thornock, Religion, was the BEST!

I took a political science course from Dr. Chen back in the day and I enjoyed it very much. I was amazed at how much knowledge he had and his ability to relate that knowledge to his classes for someone who spoke English as a second language. He intergrated humor in his teaching which to me is one of the most important qualities of an excellent teacher. He had a lot of war stories and analogies to get his points accross. The BYU-Hawai'i ohana will sorely miss him.

...on December 22, 2004, in Logan, Utah. He had been living in Provo since he left Laie in 1974. His wife, Vivian, passed away four years earlier.

Dr. Baldridge was my mentor at CCH. He helped me find confidence in myself to always do my best in all things. He inspired me both in and out of the classroom with his devotion to our community and to the importance of keeping good oral histories of our people.

I'm grateful for the work which he has done for both the people of New Zealand and the people of my home islands of Hawai'i in recording their many stories. I hope that the day will come when we will be able to honor him by naming our oral history program the Kenneth Baldridge Oral History Center.

Mahalo nui, Dr. Baldridge, for taking the time to start this important program here at CCH, now BYUH. We are all so very thankful.

Nephi Georgi taught me to enjoy life more and endure to the end. He taught me that as long as you're able to breath, you're able to run--hence, jogging was one of his favorite hobbies.

Greg Larkin adored and loved the Chinese students. He instilled in me the desire to learn the Chinese language. I did learn several phrases, but have forgotten them. However, I still remember how to say "I'm hungry," which is by far, most important.

My favorite professor was Kats Kajiyama. He made learning Japanese so simple that I looked forward to attending his classes. His lessons were well organized and his activities were so exciting that the students were anxious to participate. I want to thank Kats Kajiyama for teaching me Nihongo. Doomo arigato!!!!!

Perhaps the funniest professor I had was Peter Sorensen. English 315 was brought to life when he lectured, even on writing research papers. He had the talent to impersonate others, including Pres. Spencer W. Kimball, which made English 315 a very fun class.

Dick "Cat" Ballou was one of my most memorable teachers because he loved music and it showed in his teaching style. Even though he had a fiery temperament that made classes exciting, he also had a sense of humor that we loved. We enjoyed being in the pep band at the basketball games in the old gym and travelling to the neighbor islands with the concert band and jazz band to perform was always a highlight with Bro. Ballou. Bottom line, many of us joined band BECAUSE Bro. Ballou was the teacher.

It was Bro. Bohnet who influenced me to select Travel and Tourism as my major after a year and a half of switching majors. Learning all those airport codes was an exciting challenge for me and I still remember a lot of those codes and airport names. I especially enjoyed learning about various cities around the world and their unique attractions.

I appreciated the opportunity Bro. Bohnet gave us to create, market, book and escort our own tours to the neighbor islands. It was a challenge that scared me to death, but with his constant, quiet encouragement, we accomplished a successful tour of Maui that I still remember fondly today. Thank you Bro. Bohnet.

Bro. Harris made the study of the mind so very interesting that I absolutely enjoyed it. Even with my profession right now, these skills and knowledge have come in very helpful. Thanks for making a difference in helping me understand people in general!

What an energetic and talented music teacher and conductor he was!! I loved singing in the Acapella and Chamber Choir with Bro. Suzuki. He was so interesting when he introduced a piece to sing. What a great voice he had, too. I sure enjoyed coming to choir every day.

I met Garnet on my first registration day in Sept 1971. I just about bounced my jawbone off the floor -- he was the spitting image of my barber! Turns out my barber back in British Columbia was Garnet's uncle! We became immediate friends -- it's a Canadian thing.

On Thursdays in Spring of 72 I would skip my only class and Professor Birch and I would go into Honolulu to UH for research at the graduate school library. I would be lost in linguistics and Polynesian anthropology, and he in Asian studies. We'd surface, hungry as bears, about 5 o'clock and go for fast-food-style Chinese.

One night he insisted we had to see a movie. I was too ashamed to admit that after buying my ticket I was down to my last 13 cents, and I was really steamed when I heard him gently snoring after 30 minutes of the movie. Memories!

Dr. Thomas was an inspiring teacher! Tongue in cheek, I wrote a poem about the life in a stall in men's dorm 3. He loved it! I had never written poetry before, though I grew up with it around me. With Dr. Thomas' encouragement I attempted many other poetic works, some of them quite successful from my perspective. His coaching has led to a life-long interest in poetry, which has encouraged an even better response in my son, a Los Angeles-based poet today.

Alice Pack and her BATESL program were the reason I came to Hawaii -- at least that's what I told my parents -- and to be honest, it really was. Alice was a real education pioneer, and a very bulldog tenacious practicioner of teaching English as a second language. I enjoyed her classes with all their practical assignments, and was excited by some of her research, writing and publishing activities.

She encouraged my own research efforts from the first day, and though I moved on to do a BA in lingusitics at the University of British Columbia, the ease I was able to work with some of the leaders in the world of language proficiency testing during my TESL career can all be attributed to Alice's attitude that one does not need to be a full-blown PhD to do practical research, pioneer new teaching techniques and explore new areas in second language learning.

Between '71 and '84, my TESL years, "Alice on my mind" was a great motivator. She was great.

Never have I ever had a French teacher or professor who made the language learning experience as fun as Professor Harvey! He loved the lanuage, he loved the students. He was gentle with learners and alway full of praise. He knew that foreign language learning is about self confidence, as much as its about grammar and vocabulary. As an ESL instructor late in my career I reflected often on what Loftin did to make us feel comfortable enough to risk destroying French while speaking it. Viva la franglais!

Bishop Hill was my first bishop on campus back in Sept. 1971. His gentle manner and attentive listening made him a truly great person to seek counsel with. I seem to recall a refreshing sense of humor made many feel comfortable with him. He was a good role model for me when I later served as president of a small branch.

John Bailey is a wonderful man! A great asset to anyone's circle of friends. Delighted that he actually remembered a line of my poetry from our student days living in stalls in Men's Dorm 3.

I remember the day my friend, Jon Sevy, arrived first for Cross Cultural Psychology class in 1972 and removed all the chairs, arranged tables in a circle, and perched on tables as if it was normal. As Professor Delamar and the other students arrived, no one knew what to do until he sat on a table and started the class. Cultural expectancies were challenged.

I have fond memories of Bro. Ieremia, and his welcoming smile in the library. A good man, fondly missed.

My best memory of Jon was back on Rarotonga in 1968 or 1969 when he was an amazing drummer for the Betula village dance troupe, which seemed to be dominated by his sisters. Everyone looked at them, but without Jon, no one would moved with such passion and fun. Hope we meet again.

"Sione" Reeves was the first adopted Tongan I ever met-- and the best! I have fond memories of time together as students in the Tongan club and in classes together. I was delighted to discover he had returned to BYUH to teach and guide minds. Of course, I still picture him and I in 1972 standing together along Kam Highway in dirty, sweaty work clothes, "Sione" with a machete in hand, trying to hitch hike back to campus. I've seen the pictures, Professor Reeves cleans up really well. A caring man, loved by all who know him.

Professor Wyman and I go back many years to Vancouver, BC. I'll bet he still bakes out-of-this-world cookies for his students. He's the only professor I know who can build an English language lesson out of setting up an overhead projector.

I remember the time we were at the TESOL convention in Los Angeles in '73 or '74, sitting in a very elegant banquet with exotic and dainty ESL teachers from South America and Thailand, struggling to be dignified eating our Cornish game hens. He leaned over and said to me, "I'd rather pick this up in my hands and do this right, finish off by cracking the bones in my teeth, sucking out the marrow and tossing the bones over my shoulder to the dogs, like in Samoa." I tell you, I almost choked on the spot.

I'll never forget those power-naps under the table in the library -- yep, Sheldon Smith and Peter Johnson. The two accounting powerhouses sure worked us students to the bone -- emptying the mind and filling up the brain. Go figure.

Bro. Carey was a great professor because he was very knowledgable about computer programming and loved teaching. He hired me as the first computer lab assistant at BYUH. The first computer we used was an Apple II with 4K of memory. He started Hawaii's first computer programming competition for all the public and private schools in Hawaii. I remember the local TV news channel coming to BYUH to cover the competition one year. His son was also very bright and was also a close friend.

Bro. Carey and Dr. Miles were instrumental in establishing a respectable computer science program at BYUH. I owe a lot to both Bro. Carey and Dr. Miles for shaping my career. Mahalo Nui Loa.

I remember Dr. Georgi always demanded a lot from both his students and himself. For example, it wasn't unusual to see him jogging in Kaneohe, and this was long before marathon running became popular. He was also an officer in the Army Reserves, a colonel, I believe.