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Louis Gregoire, age 85 of the Lurton, Arkansas community passed away at his home Friday, January 29, 2010 following a long illness.
He was born in Coloma, Michigan on October 3, 1924, the son of Louis and Anna (Thar) Gregoire.
He married Thelma Awbrey January 12, 1944.
Louis served in the U.S. Navy during WWII and taught school for 21 years, with the last eleven years at Deer High School. He was well known for his pen and ink artwork and was an avid archaeologist and stamp collector.
His parents preceded him in death along with a brother, Harry Gregoire.
He is survived by his wife of 66 years, Thelma of the home; a daughter, Marilou Sain and husband, Jim of the Cowell community; a son, Louis Gregoire of the Lurton community; five grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Also surviving are a sister, Mary Lau and her husband, Carl of California; a brother, Charles Gregoire and wife, Peg of South Carolina and several nieces and nephews.
Cremation and arrangements by Coffman Funeral Home.
Memorial donations may be made to the Tarlton Cemetery Fund, c/o Marilou Sain, HC 30 Box 650, Pelsor, AR 72856.
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Louis was born in Coloma, Michigan, October 3, 1924. He is a Navy veteran of World War II and received his education through his G.I. Bill of Rights. He obtained a Bachelor of Science degree and teaching credentials from Arkansas Tech University and later earned a degree in mathematics at Tulane, Louisiana. He began teaching high school math in Arkansas in 1951, while doing commercial art work evenings and weekends. He was a math teacher and principal the last seven years before retiring in 1970. Louis enjoyed his time teaching at Deer in Newton County, Arkansas.
Prior to retiring from teaching, Louis received scientific training in archeology from the Arkansas Archeological Survey, plus doing scientific illustrations for the University of Arkansas. This entailed illustrating scientific books in archeology and anthropology. Rheumatoid arthritis forced Louis to give up the scientific drawings in 1978. He no longer had the flexibility of his hand that was required for the scientific art work, nor could he any longer hold a regular pen staff. However, he refused to let this adversity stop his art work. He carved a large pen staff from balsa wood that he could hold, and he continues doing pen and ink drawings by using the pointillism technique, also called controlled stipple.
Louis was the pen and ink artist for the National Craft Festival at Silver Dollar City, Missouri for 15 years. His art is presently selling from coast to coast in various art galleries and shops.
Louis married Thelma Awbrey, who is a native of the Ozark Mountains, in 1944. He has a daughter and a son, five grandchildren and two great grandchildren. Louis and Thelma enjoy the old style country music, Louis especially enjoys listening to Four Walls by Jim Reeves.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Mr. Gregoire was my math teacher when I was in the seventh grade at Deer High School.
He was the first teacher I ever had a crush on and I don't think I've ever gotten over it.
He was a soft-spoken man. I have no memory of him ever raising his voice in class. If something were to be happening that he didn't approve of he'd go still as stone, wouldn't utter a word, just sit quietly perched on the corner of his desk or a vacant student desk until the perpetrators finally became aware of the silence in the room and looked at him. Usually a few short, quiet words were all that would be needed to restore the classroom to the order in which Mr. Gregoire saw fit to teach.
He taught more, so much more than mere math. He taught by deed and action as much as from the text books.
I remember many times that something would happen and he'd tell the person he was dealing with, "Young ladies or men do not conduct themselves this way." I think all of us would rather had been sent to Devoe's office than feel we'd lost favor with Mr. Gregoire, that we'd somehow lost his esteem.
My most prominent memory of him... a girlfriend, whom I shall not name, and I had learned to 'sign' with our hands, the alphabet for the deaf. During a test one day she and I were confidently 'passing' answers back and forth with our hands on our knees pretty much out of sight, or so we thought.
Mr. Gregoire would walk around the room between the students' desks, one arm crossed over his chest with the other raised to his face, either tapping his chin or the side of his jaw. My friend and I were so smug... until I happened to glance up and Mr. Gregoire caught my eye... he's stopped at the front of the row across from me. With the hand raised to his face, he 'signed' to me, "You and Miss 'Doe' may now turn in your tests." I got my girlfriend's attention and we dutifully took out incomplete tests up to his desk where he quietly told us to remain in our seats until after everyone else had finished the test and left.
The phrase, time stood still, took on a whole new meaning. We had no idea what lay in store for us. In that day and age you could possibly have the paddle used on your back-side.
After what seemed like an eternity everyone was finished and Mr. Gregoire dismissed class. Our punishment had only just begun. For untold minutes, which probably in all reality was only a very few minutes, he sat at his desk and the two of us sat in ours. Finally he arose, walked around in front of his desk and leaned back on it. He stood there for a bit looking down at his feet, lips pursed, seemingly in deep thought. Finally he raised his head and smiled at both of us. At this point all breathing and body movement of any kind stopped... ours not his, then he looked each of us in the eye, back and forth, back and forth and told us how proud he was of us for learning something so useful to our society. We knew we still weren't out of the woods... THEN he went on to say that though he was so proud of us, he was equally disappointed in both of us that we would us such a learning tool in the way that we had.
He never raised his voice nor in any way seemed threatening, but by the time he quietly told us we were free to leave the room, I think both of us felt about two inches tall.
A few days later, after letting us suffer the loss of his esteem and having meted out no further punishment, he had us stay once again after class. This time we had no idea what we'd done. For sure we hadn't used our new-found tool to cheat again, either in his class or else where. Once alone with him, the two of us sat ram-rod straight, knowing that we were about to be dealt the death blow, that our real punishment was at hand. I can't think of anything worse that could've happened to us, both of us worshiped him and were heart broken to have 'disappointed' him like we had.
At last he came back, turned one of the desks in front of us around to face us and sat down in it. He quietly told us that he thought that we'd learned our lesson and all was forgotten... then he smiled, got up and went back and sat down at his desk. As we were leaving the room he stopped us with a final few words, "Don't ever let me catch you miss-using your gifts again."
Other than to 'talk' so that no one else, except Mr. Gregoire of course, could understand us, we never, ever miss-used that gift again nor did I ever forget the painful lesson of losing the esteem of someone that you hold in such high regard.
He was a remarkable teacher, I can only imagine the kind of son, husband and father he was.
This world and our schools need more people like Mr. Gregoire.
He lived in such a way that his very life was a lesson in its self.
I have a couple of his drawings that I bought years ago. Now they are more precious to me than ever.
...Few people leave footprints in your life as valuable as the ones Mr. Gregoire left in mine. I still remember most of the sign language from all those years ago and whenever I see it being used, I will forever be reminded kindly of one of the best life teachers I ever had...
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
A Hundred Years From Now...
...it will not matter
what your bank account was,
the sort of house you lived in,
or the kind of car you drove...
but the world will be different
because you were important
in the life of a CHILD...
Mr Gregoire...
YOU were important in this child's life ♥
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
12.25.2012
For some reason I remembered one of his sayings he used whenever he had a problem... he called it a 'sticky wicket'.
Why, after all these years, that came to my mind I have no clue.
12.14.2014
The life you lived in front of us was the greatest lesson you could ever have taught us. From the bottom of my heart... I thank you.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay
~ Robert Frost
03.05.2015
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'*.¸.* ´* Special Loved One *´¯'•.¸¸. ♥
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Louis Gregoire, age 85 of the Lurton, Arkansas community passed away at his home Friday, January 29, 2010 following a long illness.
He was born in Coloma, Michigan on October 3, 1924, the son of Louis and Anna (Thar) Gregoire.
He married Thelma Awbrey January 12, 1944.
Louis served in the U.S. Navy during WWII and taught school for 21 years, with the last eleven years at Deer High School. He was well known for his pen and ink artwork and was an avid archaeologist and stamp collector.
His parents preceded him in death along with a brother, Harry Gregoire.
He is survived by his wife of 66 years, Thelma of the home; a daughter, Marilou Sain and husband, Jim of the Cowell community; a son, Louis Gregoire of the Lurton community; five grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Also surviving are a sister, Mary Lau and her husband, Carl of California; a brother, Charles Gregoire and wife, Peg of South Carolina and several nieces and nephews.
Cremation and arrangements by Coffman Funeral Home.
Memorial donations may be made to the Tarlton Cemetery Fund, c/o Marilou Sain, HC 30 Box 650, Pelsor, AR 72856.
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Louis was born in Coloma, Michigan, October 3, 1924. He is a Navy veteran of World War II and received his education through his G.I. Bill of Rights. He obtained a Bachelor of Science degree and teaching credentials from Arkansas Tech University and later earned a degree in mathematics at Tulane, Louisiana. He began teaching high school math in Arkansas in 1951, while doing commercial art work evenings and weekends. He was a math teacher and principal the last seven years before retiring in 1970. Louis enjoyed his time teaching at Deer in Newton County, Arkansas.
Prior to retiring from teaching, Louis received scientific training in archeology from the Arkansas Archeological Survey, plus doing scientific illustrations for the University of Arkansas. This entailed illustrating scientific books in archeology and anthropology. Rheumatoid arthritis forced Louis to give up the scientific drawings in 1978. He no longer had the flexibility of his hand that was required for the scientific art work, nor could he any longer hold a regular pen staff. However, he refused to let this adversity stop his art work. He carved a large pen staff from balsa wood that he could hold, and he continues doing pen and ink drawings by using the pointillism technique, also called controlled stipple.
Louis was the pen and ink artist for the National Craft Festival at Silver Dollar City, Missouri for 15 years. His art is presently selling from coast to coast in various art galleries and shops.
Louis married Thelma Awbrey, who is a native of the Ozark Mountains, in 1944. He has a daughter and a son, five grandchildren and two great grandchildren. Louis and Thelma enjoy the old style country music, Louis especially enjoys listening to Four Walls by Jim Reeves.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Mr. Gregoire was my math teacher when I was in the seventh grade at Deer High School.
He was the first teacher I ever had a crush on and I don't think I've ever gotten over it.
He was a soft-spoken man. I have no memory of him ever raising his voice in class. If something were to be happening that he didn't approve of he'd go still as stone, wouldn't utter a word, just sit quietly perched on the corner of his desk or a vacant student desk until the perpetrators finally became aware of the silence in the room and looked at him. Usually a few short, quiet words were all that would be needed to restore the classroom to the order in which Mr. Gregoire saw fit to teach.
He taught more, so much more than mere math. He taught by deed and action as much as from the text books.
I remember many times that something would happen and he'd tell the person he was dealing with, "Young ladies or men do not conduct themselves this way." I think all of us would rather had been sent to Devoe's office than feel we'd lost favor with Mr. Gregoire, that we'd somehow lost his esteem.
My most prominent memory of him... a girlfriend, whom I shall not name, and I had learned to 'sign' with our hands, the alphabet for the deaf. During a test one day she and I were confidently 'passing' answers back and forth with our hands on our knees pretty much out of sight, or so we thought.
Mr. Gregoire would walk around the room between the students' desks, one arm crossed over his chest with the other raised to his face, either tapping his chin or the side of his jaw. My friend and I were so smug... until I happened to glance up and Mr. Gregoire caught my eye... he's stopped at the front of the row across from me. With the hand raised to his face, he 'signed' to me, "You and Miss 'Doe' may now turn in your tests." I got my girlfriend's attention and we dutifully took out incomplete tests up to his desk where he quietly told us to remain in our seats until after everyone else had finished the test and left.
The phrase, time stood still, took on a whole new meaning. We had no idea what lay in store for us. In that day and age you could possibly have the paddle used on your back-side.
After what seemed like an eternity everyone was finished and Mr. Gregoire dismissed class. Our punishment had only just begun. For untold minutes, which probably in all reality was only a very few minutes, he sat at his desk and the two of us sat in ours. Finally he arose, walked around in front of his desk and leaned back on it. He stood there for a bit looking down at his feet, lips pursed, seemingly in deep thought. Finally he raised his head and smiled at both of us. At this point all breathing and body movement of any kind stopped... ours not his, then he looked each of us in the eye, back and forth, back and forth and told us how proud he was of us for learning something so useful to our society. We knew we still weren't out of the woods... THEN he went on to say that though he was so proud of us, he was equally disappointed in both of us that we would us such a learning tool in the way that we had.
He never raised his voice nor in any way seemed threatening, but by the time he quietly told us we were free to leave the room, I think both of us felt about two inches tall.
A few days later, after letting us suffer the loss of his esteem and having meted out no further punishment, he had us stay once again after class. This time we had no idea what we'd done. For sure we hadn't used our new-found tool to cheat again, either in his class or else where. Once alone with him, the two of us sat ram-rod straight, knowing that we were about to be dealt the death blow, that our real punishment was at hand. I can't think of anything worse that could've happened to us, both of us worshiped him and were heart broken to have 'disappointed' him like we had.
At last he came back, turned one of the desks in front of us around to face us and sat down in it. He quietly told us that he thought that we'd learned our lesson and all was forgotten... then he smiled, got up and went back and sat down at his desk. As we were leaving the room he stopped us with a final few words, "Don't ever let me catch you miss-using your gifts again."
Other than to 'talk' so that no one else, except Mr. Gregoire of course, could understand us, we never, ever miss-used that gift again nor did I ever forget the painful lesson of losing the esteem of someone that you hold in such high regard.
He was a remarkable teacher, I can only imagine the kind of son, husband and father he was.
This world and our schools need more people like Mr. Gregoire.
He lived in such a way that his very life was a lesson in its self.
I have a couple of his drawings that I bought years ago. Now they are more precious to me than ever.
...Few people leave footprints in your life as valuable as the ones Mr. Gregoire left in mine. I still remember most of the sign language from all those years ago and whenever I see it being used, I will forever be reminded kindly of one of the best life teachers I ever had...
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
A Hundred Years From Now...
...it will not matter
what your bank account was,
the sort of house you lived in,
or the kind of car you drove...
but the world will be different
because you were important
in the life of a CHILD...
Mr Gregoire...
YOU were important in this child's life ♥
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
12.25.2012
For some reason I remembered one of his sayings he used whenever he had a problem... he called it a 'sticky wicket'.
Why, after all these years, that came to my mind I have no clue.
12.14.2014
The life you lived in front of us was the greatest lesson you could ever have taught us. From the bottom of my heart... I thank you.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay
~ Robert Frost
03.05.2015
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'*.¸.* ´* Special Loved One *´¯'•.¸¸. ♥
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Louis Gregoire, age 85 of the Lurton, Arkansas community passed away at his home Friday, January 29, 2010 following a long illness.
He was born in Coloma, Michigan on October 3, 1924, the son of Louis and Anna (Thar) Gregoire.
He married Thelma Awbrey January 12, 1944.
Louis served in the U.S. Navy during WWII and taught school for 21 years, with the last eleven years at Deer High School. He was well known for his pen and ink artwork and was an avid archaeologist and stamp collector.
His parents preceded him in death along with a brother, Harry Gregoire.
He is survived by his wife of 66 years, Thelma of the home; a daughter, Marilou Sain and husband, Jim of the Cowell community; a son, Louis Gregoire of the Lurton community; five grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Also surviving are a sister, Mary Lau and her husband, Carl of California; a brother, Charles Gregoire and wife, Peg of South Carolina and several nieces and nephews.
Cremation and arrangements by Coffman Funeral Home.
Memorial donations may be made to the Tarlton Cemetery Fund, c/o Marilou Sain, HC 30 Box 650, Pelsor, AR 72856.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Louis was born in Coloma, Michigan, October 3, 1924. He is a Navy veteran of World War II and received his education through his G.I. Bill of Rights. He obtained a Bachelor of Science degree and teaching credentials from Arkansas Tech University and later earned a degree in mathematics at Tulane, Louisiana. He began teaching high school math in Arkansas in 1951, while doing commercial art work evenings and weekends. He was a math teacher and principal the last seven years before retiring in 1970. Louis enjoyed his time teaching at Deer in Newton County, Arkansas.
Prior to retiring from teaching, Louis received scientific training in archeology from the Arkansas Archeological Survey, plus doing scientific illustrations for the University of Arkansas. This entailed illustrating scientific books in archeology and anthropology. Rheumatoid arthritis forced Louis to give up the scientific drawings in 1978. He no longer had the flexibility of his hand that was required for the scientific art work, nor could he any longer hold a regular pen staff. However, he refused to let this adversity stop his art work. He carved a large pen staff from balsa wood that he could hold, and he continues doing pen and ink drawings by using the pointillism technique, also called controlled stipple.
Louis was the pen and ink artist for the National Craft Festival at Silver Dollar City, Missouri for 15 years. His art is presently selling from coast to coast in various art galleries and shops.
Louis married Thelma Awbrey, who is a native of the Ozark Mountains, in 1944. He has a daughter and a son, five grandchildren and two great grandchildren. Louis and Thelma enjoy the old style country music, Louis especially enjoys listening to Four Walls by Jim Reeves.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Mr. Gregoire was my math teacher when I was in the seventh grade at Deer High School.
He was the first teacher I ever had a crush on and I don't think I've ever gotten over it.
He was a soft-spoken man. I have no memory of him ever raising his voice in class. If something were to be happening that he didn't approve of he'd go still as stone, wouldn't utter a word, just sit quietly perched on the corner of his desk or a vacant student desk until the perpetrators finally became aware of the silence in the room and looked at him. Usually a few short, quiet words were all that would be needed to restore the classroom to the order in which Mr. Gregoire saw fit to teach.
He taught more, so much more than mere math. He taught by deed and action as much as from the text books.
I remember many times that something would happen and he'd tell the person he was dealing with, "Young ladies or men do not conduct themselves this way." I think all of us would rather had been sent to Devoe's office than feel we'd lost favor with Mr. Gregoire, that we'd somehow lost his esteem.
My most prominent memory of him... a girlfriend, whom I shall not name, and I had learned to 'sign' with our hands, the alphabet for the deaf. During a test one day she and I were confidently 'passing' answers back and forth with our hands on our knees pretty much out of sight, or so we thought.
Mr. Gregoire would walk around the room between the students' desks, one arm crossed over his chest with the other raised to his face, either tapping his chin or the side of his jaw. My friend and I were so smug... until I happened to glance up and Mr. Gregoire caught my eye... he's stopped at the front of the row across from me. With the hand raised to his face, he 'signed' to me, "You and Miss 'Doe' may now turn in your tests." I got my girlfriend's attention and we dutifully took out incomplete tests up to his desk where he quietly told us to remain in our seats until after everyone else had finished the test and left.
The phrase, time stood still, took on a whole new meaning. We had no idea what lay in store for us. In that day and age you could possibly have the paddle used on your back-side.
After what seemed like an eternity everyone was finished and Mr. Gregoire dismissed class. Our punishment had only just begun. For untold minutes, which probably in all reality was only a very few minutes, he sat at his desk and the two of us sat in ours. Finally he arose, walked around in front of his desk and leaned back on it. He stood there for a bit looking down at his feet, lips pursed, seemingly in deep thought. Finally he raised his head and smiled at both of us. At this point all breathing and body movement of any kind stopped... ours not his, then he looked each of us in the eye, back and forth, back and forth and told us how proud he was of us for learning something so useful to our society. We knew we still weren't out of the woods... THEN he went on to say that though he was so proud of us, he was equally disappointed in both of us that we would us such a learning tool in the way that we had.
He never raised his voice nor in any way seemed threatening, but by the time he quietly told us we were free to leave the room, I think both of us felt about two inches tall.
A few days later, after letting us suffer the loss of his esteem and having meted out no further punishment, he had us stay once again after class. This time we had no idea what we'd done. For sure we hadn't used our new-found tool to cheat again, either in his class or else where. Once alone with him, the two of us sat ram-rod straight, knowing that we were about to be dealt the death blow, that our real punishment was at hand. I can't think of anything worse that could've happened to us, both of us worshiped him and were heart broken to have 'disappointed' him like we had.
At last he came back, turned one of the desks in front of us around to face us and sat down in it. He quietly told us that he thought that we'd learned our lesson and all was forgotten... then he smiled, got up and went back and sat down at his desk. As we were leaving the room he stopped us with a final few words, "Don't ever let me catch you miss-using your gifts again."
Other than to 'talk' so that no one else, except Mr. Gregoire of course, could understand us, we never, ever miss-used that gift again nor did I ever forget the painful lesson of losing the esteem of someone that you hold in such high regard.
He was a remarkable teacher, I can only imagine the kind of son, husband and father he was.
This world and our schools need more people like Mr. Gregoire.
He lived in such a way that his very life was a lesson in its self.
I have a couple of his drawings that I bought years ago. Now they are more precious to me than ever.
...Few people leave footprints in your life as valuable as the ones Mr. Gregoire left in mine. I still remember most of the sign language from all those years ago and whenever I see it being used, I will forever be reminded kindly of one of the best life teachers I ever had...
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
A Hundred Years From Now...
...it will not matter
what your bank account was,
the sort of house you lived in,
or the kind of car you drove...
but the world will be different
because you were important
in the life of a CHILD...
Mr Gregoire...
YOU were important in this child's life ♥
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
12.25.2012
For some reason I remembered one of his sayings he used whenever he had a problem... he called it a 'sticky wicket'.
Why, after all these years, that came to my mind I have no clue.
12.14.2014
The life you lived in front of us was the greatest lesson you could ever have taught us. From the bottom of my heart... I thank you.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay
~ Robert Frost
03.05.2015
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
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'*.¸.* ´* Special Loved One *´¯'•.¸¸. ♥
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Louis Gregoire, age 85 of the Lurton, Arkansas community passed away at his home Friday, January 29, 2010 following a long illness.
He was born in Coloma, Michigan on October 3, 1924, the son of Louis and Anna (Thar) Gregoire.
He married Thelma Awbrey January 12, 1944.
Louis served in the U.S. Navy during WWII and taught school for 21 years, with the last eleven years at Deer High School. He was well known for his pen and ink artwork and was an avid archaeologist and stamp collector.
His parents preceded him in death along with a brother, Harry Gregoire.
He is survived by his wife of 66 years, Thelma of the home; a daughter, Marilou Sain and husband, Jim of the Cowell community; a son, Louis Gregoire of the Lurton community; five grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Also surviving are a sister, Mary Lau and her husband, Carl of California; a brother, Charles Gregoire and wife, Peg of South Carolina and several nieces and nephews.
Cremation and arrangements by Coffman Funeral Home.
Memorial donations may be made to the Tarlton Cemetery Fund, c/o Marilou Sain, HC 30 Box 650, Pelsor, AR 72856.
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Louis was born in Coloma, Michigan, October 3, 1924. He is a Navy veteran of World War II and received his education through his G.I. Bill of Rights. He obtained a Bachelor of Science degree and teaching credentials from Arkansas Tech University and later earned a degree in mathematics at Tulane, Louisiana. He began teaching high school math in Arkansas in 1951, while doing commercial art work evenings and weekends. He was a math teacher and principal the last seven years before retiring in 1970. Louis enjoyed his time teaching at Deer in Newton County, Arkansas.
Prior to retiring from teaching, Louis received scientific training in archeology from the Arkansas Archeological Survey, plus doing scientific illustrations for the University of Arkansas. This entailed illustrating scientific books in archeology and anthropology. Rheumatoid arthritis forced Louis to give up the scientific drawings in 1978. He no longer had the flexibility of his hand that was required for the scientific art work, nor could he any longer hold a regular pen staff. However, he refused to let this adversity stop his art work. He carved a large pen staff from balsa wood that he could hold, and he continues doing pen and ink drawings by using the pointillism technique, also called controlled stipple.
Louis was the pen and ink artist for the National Craft Festival at Silver Dollar City, Missouri for 15 years. His art is presently selling from coast to coast in various art galleries and shops.
Louis married Thelma Awbrey, who is a native of the Ozark Mountains, in 1944. He has a daughter and a son, five grandchildren and two great grandchildren. Louis and Thelma enjoy the old style country music, Louis especially enjoys listening to Four Walls by Jim Reeves.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Mr. Gregoire was my math teacher when I was in the seventh grade at Deer High School.
He was the first teacher I ever had a crush on and I don't think I've ever gotten over it.
He was a soft-spoken man. I have no memory of him ever raising his voice in class. If something were to be happening that he didn't approve of he'd go still as stone, wouldn't utter a word, just sit quietly perched on the corner of his desk or a vacant student desk until the perpetrators finally became aware of the silence in the room and looked at him. Usually a few short, quiet words were all that would be needed to restore the classroom to the order in which Mr. Gregoire saw fit to teach.
He taught more, so much more than mere math. He taught by deed and action as much as from the text books.
I remember many times that something would happen and he'd tell the person he was dealing with, "Young ladies or men do not conduct themselves this way." I think all of us would rather had been sent to Devoe's office than feel we'd lost favor with Mr. Gregoire, that we'd somehow lost his esteem.
My most prominent memory of him... a girlfriend, whom I shall not name, and I had learned to 'sign' with our hands, the alphabet for the deaf. During a test one day she and I were confidently 'passing' answers back and forth with our hands on our knees pretty much out of sight, or so we thought.
Mr. Gregoire would walk around the room between the students' desks, one arm crossed over his chest with the other raised to his face, either tapping his chin or the side of his jaw. My friend and I were so smug... until I happened to glance up and Mr. Gregoire caught my eye... he's stopped at the front of the row across from me. With the hand raised to his face, he 'signed' to me, "You and Miss 'Doe' may now turn in your tests." I got my girlfriend's attention and we dutifully took out incomplete tests up to his desk where he quietly told us to remain in our seats until after everyone else had finished the test and left.
The phrase, time stood still, took on a whole new meaning. We had no idea what lay in store for us. In that day and age you could possibly have the paddle used on your back-side.
After what seemed like an eternity everyone was finished and Mr. Gregoire dismissed class. Our punishment had only just begun. For untold minutes, which probably in all reality was only a very few minutes, he sat at his desk and the two of us sat in ours. Finally he arose, walked around in front of his desk and leaned back on it. He stood there for a bit looking down at his feet, lips pursed, seemingly in deep thought. Finally he raised his head and smiled at both of us. At this point all breathing and body movement of any kind stopped... ours not his, then he looked each of us in the eye, back and forth, back and forth and told us how proud he was of us for learning something so useful to our society. We knew we still weren't out of the woods... THEN he went on to say that though he was so proud of us, he was equally disappointed in both of us that we would us such a learning tool in the way that we had.
He never raised his voice nor in any way seemed threatening, but by the time he quietly told us we were free to leave the room, I think both of us felt about two inches tall.
A few days later, after letting us suffer the loss of his esteem and having meted out no further punishment, he had us stay once again after class. This time we had no idea what we'd done. For sure we hadn't used our new-found tool to cheat again, either in his class or else where. Once alone with him, the two of us sat ram-rod straight, knowing that we were about to be dealt the death blow, that our real punishment was at hand. I can't think of anything worse that could've happened to us, both of us worshiped him and were heart broken to have 'disappointed' him like we had.
At last he came back, turned one of the desks in front of us around to face us and sat down in it. He quietly told us that he thought that we'd learned our lesson and all was forgotten... then he smiled, got up and went back and sat down at his desk. As we were leaving the room he stopped us with a final few words, "Don't ever let me catch you miss-using your gifts again."
Other than to 'talk' so that no one else, except Mr. Gregoire of course, could understand us, we never, ever miss-used that gift again nor did I ever forget the painful lesson of losing the esteem of someone that you hold in such high regard.
He was a remarkable teacher, I can only imagine the kind of son, husband and father he was.
This world and our schools need more people like Mr. Gregoire.
He lived in such a way that his very life was a lesson in its self.
I have a couple of his drawings that I bought years ago. Now they are more precious to me than ever.
...Few people leave footprints in your life as valuable as the ones Mr. Gregoire left in mine. I still remember most of the sign language from all those years ago and whenever I see it being used, I will forever be reminded kindly of one of the best life teachers I ever had...
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
A Hundred Years From Now...
...it will not matter
what your bank account was,
the sort of house you lived in,
or the kind of car you drove...
but the world will be different
because you were important
in the life of a CHILD...
Mr Gregoire...
YOU were important in this child's life ♥
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
12.25.2012
For some reason I remembered one of his sayings he used whenever he had a problem... he called it a 'sticky wicket'.
Why, after all these years, that came to my mind I have no clue.
12.14.2014
The life you lived in front of us was the greatest lesson you could ever have taught us. From the bottom of my heart... I thank you.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay
~ Robert Frost
03.05.2015
♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐ♥ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ♥ॐڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰ♥ڿ♥
