19 March 2025

The Gift of an Autobiography: My Dad's Journey through College

L-R: Bruce Glover, David Watt, his grandfather, 
Frank H. "Hank" Glover, his brother
From the personal collection of Brenda Leyndyke


My dad's autobiography has taken us from his childhood to high school and World War II. Now, we’ve reached the section where he attended college on the GI Bill. Once again, sports played a major role in his life—no surprise, as he later became a coach.

Sports have always been a strong thread in our family. My son, Travis, was also a sports guy. Whenever the family gathered for meals, he and my dad would sit next to each other, deep in conversation about sports. While Travis didn’t follow in my dad’s footsteps as a coach, he earned a degree in Sports Administration and now works in the industry with the Houston Dynamo soccer team.

I also graduated from Western Michigan University, but my decision to attend had nothing to do with my dad being an alumnus. To be honest, I chose Western because it allowed me to step away from my responsibilities at home and gain independence.

Today, my husband and I live in Kalamazoo, and I’ve enjoyed learning more about my dad's time here. I chuckled when I read his description of Milham Golf Course as being "in the middle of nowhere, out in the country." That’s certainly no longer the case, which is a testament to how much Kalamazoo has grown over the years.

Western Michigan University—known as Western State Normal School when my dad attended—has changed a lot since I graduated. However, many of the places he mentioned are still here, including Oakland Gym, Vandercook Hall, Walwood Hall, and Waldo Stadium. Today, this area is known as East Campus. West Campus, where I took most of my classes, has since become the larger part of WMU. The fieldhouse, named after Coach Buck Reed, is now known as Reed Fieldhouse. 

I hope you enjoy reminiscing with my dad and I about our time at Western Michigan University. Go Broncos!

THE COLLEGE YEARS 1946-1950

     That summer before entering Western Michigan on the GI Bill I enjoyed a couple of months of complete freedom.  Gord McIlvride and I played a lot of golf together and surprise of surprise we jointly took dance lessons at Arthur Murray studios in Detroit.  After each dance session we would go over to Don McIlvride’s house and practice our dance steps with Don’s mother “Birdie.”  I think she enjoyed it as much or more than we did.  Neither Gord nor I had a girlfriend and thus if it hadn’t been for “Birdie” that summer we never would have been able to practice the dance steps we were trying to learn.

    


     In the fall of 1946, I set out for Kalamazoo and 4 years of Higher Education.  I had made up my mind I wanted to get a major in Physical Education and become a Coach.  My folks would take me to enroll and occasionally pick me up when semester breaks, etc. came along but for the most part I would get a ride with other students who lived nearby or hitch hike back and forth.  In those days, a good number of college students especially used this method to get to and from college.  Today it is unthinkable to hitch a ride and unsafe to pick up a hitch hiker. In those days we followed highway 12 to Kalamazoo as Interstate 94 was not yet built.  One of the highlights when Mom and Dad drove to get me was to stop at Schuler’s Restaurant in Marshall to enjoy a sumptuous meal.  It was and still is considered one of the top restaurants in Michigan.

     My freshman year was pretty much without highlights.  I remember doing very well scholastically especially pulling a B plus-A minus in Rhetoric (freshman English) which was a complete surprise to me as English was not a strong point for me in high school.  To recount my college years in any organized sequence is almost impossible for me to recall having occurred over 50 years ago so with the reader’s indulgence I will present memories of my college years in no order as I best remember them.

Athletics

     My first year I thought I’d give baseball a try as a call for candidates was issued and over 100 students turned out in a dingy, musty, dirt floor room in the basement of the old gym on Oakland Drive, on a cold January day.  The first day we played catch back and forth and that was pretty much it.  The second day we got to field 3 ground balls and fire them back to the catcher standing next to the instructor hitting the grounders.  That was it and they invited 5 or 6 guys for further tryouts and the rest of us were free to give it another shot when they started outdoors.  I could see the handwriting on the wall and that ended my baseball career.  Western had a fantastic baseball team in those years and regularly played top teams in the Midwest including Michigan, Michigan State, and Notre Dame.   One of their outstanding players was 2nd baseman Wayne Terrwilliger who later played some ball for the Minnesota Twins and became a Manager and coach serving several Major League teams in a career that spanned over 50 years.

     I tried out for the golf team as a freshman but was unsuccessful in this also.  I played intramural golf for a couple of years on the old Gateway College 9-hole course until it was abandoned to make room for the new campus being built to the West of the present one.  I played a lot at Milham Golf Course which was out in the middle of nowhere in the country.  One year I missed the championship flight of the City tournament by 2 strokes and was ousted 2 and 1 in the first flight semi-finals after winning my first two matches.

     During the winter season I participated in intramural bowling one year, but my biggest enjoyment came in attending the basketball games in the old Oakland Gym.  Buck Reed, one of my favorite teachers and coaches of all time, was the basketball coach and the Broncos played some of the top college teams in the country every year and appeared every year in a game at Madison Square Garden in New York City. Teams that appeared regularly on the schedule were Cincinnati, Bowling Green, Loyola of Chicago, Bradley, and Michigan.  Some of the top individuals I saw included Pete Elliott and Mack Supranovich, of Michigan, one of the first 7-foot big man of his day from Bowling Green, and Arnie Ferrin, an All American from Utah, who appeared in Kalamazoo the year after they won the National Championship.

    The one game that stands out to me in my 4 years in Kalamazoo was an early January game when Michigan, with one of their best teams in years, visited Western.  Harold Gensichen was a 5-10 guard from Indiana in his senior year for Western who scored 30 points against the Wolverines in a 2-point win for the Broncos.  Gensichen went on to play professional ball for a couple of years but contracted a fatal disease and died early in life.  He is a member of the Western Hall of Fame and I think was the greatest player inch for inch I have ever personally seen.  I attended many practices to bone up on my coaching skills, but also to marvel at Gensichen’s fantastic skills.

    Buck Reed was not only a great coach but a tremendous teacher. He had a master’s degree in English from Columbia University in New York and served a term as President of the College Basketball Coaches Association.  I especially enjoyed when he was invited to our education classes and expounded on his theory that students should be treated with “An Iron Fist in a Velvet Glove.” This was in an era when progressive education was the vogue in which everything was student centered and in essence the student could do no wrong.  Good old “Buck” drove the education experts crazy with his iron fist theory and had the know how to back his argument up in convincing fashion.

     The last couple of years I bowled with a town team on Friday nights in Galesburg. Bill Kampen, who worked in an office in Kalamazoo, and I met somewhere along the way and he introduced me to the other guys on the bowling team.  Bill and I also formed the battery on a predominately Greek softball team in the summer.  I pitched; Bill caught.  Bill and I also attended several of the Sutherland Paper Company’s Amateur baseball team games that represented Kalamazoo in the National Tournament held in Battle Creek in those days.  Sutherland won the tourney one year and always was in contention.  They had some college stars as well as former minor league players on their team.  After the softball games several of the players would gather at the Victory Grill in downtown Kalamazoo to drink beer, down some food, and play table shuffleboard which was the rage in those days.  The owner of the Victory Grill was a roly, poly Greek named George who was a spitting image of Lou Costello of Costello and Abbott fame. Other good friends we met because of our softball caper were Gus and Midge Chumas.  Gus was owner of his own business, Chumas Electric, and the couple had a son Paul then a 14–15-year-old first baseman.  Paul whom I hadn’t seen in 45-50 years is a member of our present (2007) church, St Michael’s in Portage.

     Another spring activity that was school related was working at some of the track meets Western hosted as part of our Track Theory course I was taking.  The one competitor I remember most was Hayes Jones of Eastern Michigan who later became an Olympic Hurdles Champion.  Also, I never missed a home football game.  Western struggled in football during my four years there.  They had perhaps their best team one year when they traveled to Illinois, the 2nd or 3rd game of the season, and were annihilated 69-13 and lost their best player Chuck Schoolmaster, a 255# linebacker, for the season with a broken leg and the team went downhill the rest of the season. I never could figure why Western insisted on playing out of their class then as now, but “Money Talks” and smaller schools can make enough money in one trip to a major school than they might make in 2-3 home games.  One of the stars on the football team in those days was Allen Bush who later became Director of the Michigan High School Athletic Association which overlooks the athletic program for the 700 plus high schools and junior high schools in Michigan.  Another classmate of mine was Verne Norris who replaced Al Bush when he retired.


Housing and Social Life

     The first two years I roomed in a home, off campus, across the tracks near Kalamazoo College.  My roommate was a tall stricken from Cadillac MI named Arden Tiley.  Although he was almost an exact opposite of me especially where sports were concerned, we got along very well usually always eating together, going to movies, and the like.  Speaking of eating, our favorite place was Schensul’s Cafeteria. For lunch we could get a good meal for 35cents believe it or not.  In the evening we would frequently go to the Rex Café located next to the State Theater.  This was another Greek Restaurant that served excellent meals at a very economical cost.  On weekends we would scour the local paper for Church dinners of which there were many.  We especially liked Lutheran Church dinners which featured the best of German food.  The third year I roomed in temporary barracks west of town on the new campus being built. I remember one week we were quarantined because an outbreak of a communicable disease, which I’m not sure was Scarlett Fever, Chicken Pox, something like that.  My senior year I moved into Vandercook Hall, the principal boy’s dorm on campus, where several of my friends resided.  Don McIlvride my old high school friend, Ora Weeks, Carl Ruff, Jim Egner, and Roger Semrau to name a few.

     I dated a couple of gals from the girl’s dorm, Walwood Hall, down the street from Vandercook, but nothing serious as I kept busy with the above activities when I didn’t have to study.  As far as studies, I had a great deal of trouble with science classes such as Kinesiology, Biology, Anatomy, etc. which were necessary for a Physical Education Degree. I breezed through the Social Science classes and the Physical Education classes with A’s and B’s.  My average in the science course was C or worse.  I ended up with a PE Major, a Social Science Minor, a Biology minor, and a BA degree.  The only science classes I taught were Jr. Hi health classes.  No way was I qualified to teach any other sciences.

       My junior year when I was bowling with Bill Kampen and the town team, they scheduled a match with a woman’s team that some of the guys were acquaintances with.  I don’t remember the outcome of the match, but I struck up a friendship with one of the women, Stella Manski, a good ole polish gal, who was not only a good bowler, but a good golfer who later after I graduated became a legend in Kalamazoo Women’s golf and was several times City Women’s champion not to mention an attractive lady.  I dated her quite steadily through the remaining year and a half I was in Kalamazoo. I still didn’t drive, and she had a Plymouth convertible and would pick me up at Vandercook and take off.  Our dates were mostly on Saturday nights and a favorite place of ours was the Gull Lake Casino where we would eat and then dance to a live orchestra.  This was really the first time I was able to put my dance lessons to use.  I never did learn to do the jitterbug dances but was decent on a fox trot and waltz.  Stella taught me to do the polka and it remained a favorite dance of mine through the years.  After graduating I returned to see her once, but we never got together again and although she is still living and resides west of Portage on a lake, I’ve never run into her in the 16 years I’ve retired and moved to the area.  We parted on amicable terms (I think?) and it was more of a friendly relationship and never a romantic one at least on my part.

     One event which took place each winter and I almost forgot about was an Annual Milk Fund basketball game involving the Harlem Globetrotters and a local All Star college team from Western, K College, Hope, Calvin, Michigan State, and a few other area colleges.  When Harold Gensichen played the All Stars defeated the Globe Trotters.  Gensichen poured in 30 points and the Globetrotters were forced to play a serious game which limited their antics considerably.


Graduation 

     Well, the Day of Graduation arrived one June Saturday in 1950, which I almost missed.  The ceremonies were held in Waldo Stadium next to Vandercook Hall and I guess I celebrated too much the night before and the Band marching into the stadium woke me up.  I don’t recall that I even bothered to shave as I scurried around to dress and take my place in the graduate’s line.  I made it and received my diploma and as I recall stopped at Schuler’s in Marshall on the way home for a post graduate feast.


Summertime 1950

     The summer following graduation I decided to go to summer school and work on my graduate hours as I needed ten hours in the first five years to retain my teaching degree.  Also, I didn’t have a job and figured I’d have a better chance at a job by staying in school and checking the placement bulletins in the placement office.  As it turned out I was taking a course with Bob Dunnavan, Superintendent at Brethren, MI, a tiny town located between Manistee and Cadillac and 45 miles south of Traverse City. I found out he was looking for a social studies teacher and assistant coach in Basketball and Varsity Baseball coach and gladly accepted the job when offered to me at a salary of $2700.  So, on a Sunday in late August I set out for Kalamazoo to meet another first-year teacher, Sherwood Suter, who was an Art Teacher.  Still not owning a car, I was dependent on my brother, Hank, to get me to Kalamazoo and Sherwood to get me to Brethren.


First Job

     When we arrived in Brethren it had a couple grocery stores, a gas station, a post office, a couple of bait shops, a high school, and an elementary school.  We met our third roommate, a first-year science teacher, Bill Makosky, from Walled Lake area of Michigan, and rented a house next to the post office owned by long time Brethren Junior High Teacher Gladys Flaherty.  On Wednesday morning around 8 AM I was shaving in preparation for the first day of teacher meetings when Supt. Dunnavan knocked on the door and informed me he had some bad news.  My Dad died last night, and I was to meet my mother in Marquette.  What a shock.  I had no idea he was anywhere near death, although he had been forced to leave his job and was ailing at home the past couple of months. When I said goodbye to him the previous Sunday it was like any other time that I left home to tromp off somewhere.  Mrs. Dunnavan drove me to the bus station in Manistee where I hopped a Greyhound for Marquette.  This was not the way you want to start a teaching career, but life goes on.

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