Celebrating Women’s History Month: Maryville’s all-ladies band helped suffragette cause

Music worked its magic…

As the parade began in front of the Capitol Building, a crowd of heckling and resentful men refused to let the marchers move forward. The police in the area were unable to cope with the unruly crowds, estimated at around 250,000 people.

In desperation, Miss Alma Nash, band leader of the Missouri Ladies Military Band of Maryville, signaled the downbeat and her band began to play.

The crowd at the Suffragette Pageant in Washington, DC, quieted. The band played its entire repertoire, all the time surrounded by the mob of men. And just as they ended their final song, the cavalry from nearby Fort Myers arrived and opened the way for the suffragette marchers to complete their parade to Continental Hall.

Nash later told a Maryville reporter on March 13, 1913: “We did not have time to stop and think about the really important thing we did do when our band led the parade down Pennsylvania Avenue. We were not right in the lead when the parade started; a number of women escorts, a number of walking officers of the National Equal Suffrage Association, with our band following, was the order when we first started.

“We had gone but a short distance when the crowd started closing up toward the line of the parade, and men blockaded a place in the street a short distance ahead. One of the suffrage officers came rushing back to us and told us to march on ahead and lead; that it would be necessary for the band to open the way proved true.

“We were not molested in the least and although the march was slow on account of the crowds, no one offered to stand in our way down the avenue.”

1st ladies-only marching band

In 1913, as women were strongly petitioning for suffrage, the leaders of several women’s groups decided to organize a parade down Pennsylvania Avenue to call more attention to their cause, especially since women had never been allowed to march before. The parade on March 3 was to precede the inauguration of President-elect Woodrow Wilson on March 4.

Maryville, with a population of 4,700 at that time, was the typical, conservative rural town, with the exception of a small liberal sector of wealthy professionals who educated both their sons and their daughters. Dr. George and Mary Houston Nash were one such family, and their daughter, Alma, began to study music as a young girl. She opened a school of music on Buchanan Street in Maryville in 1905.

Nash later formed 24 of her students, from stenographers, teachers and even high school students, into a women’s band. They played throughout the summer of 1912 at picnics, fairs and parties throughout Nodaway County. After reading about the parade in a newspaper, the band members jumped at the opportunity.

Elizabeth Kent, chairman of the parade band committee, wrote to Nash on January 25, 1913: “We should be delighted to have a ladies band in our parade….Your band is the only one which professes an interest in suffrage.”

With the telegram, they also received notification that funds would be secured on their behalf to help the Maryville band make the trip. And so, the fund-raising began. Local businessmen, the Maryville Commercial Club, the Missouri Equal Suffrage League, the national suffrage organization, families of the band members as well as people from across the state and even around the country chipped in to help their effort.

The 23 members included Grace O’Brien, Mary Evans, Hazel Garrett, Velma Lanning and Gertrude Kirch, cornet; Mary O’Brien, Anna Dougan, Ora Quinn and Helen Young, B flat clarinet; Margaret Conway, E flat clarinet; Helen Rowley, piccolo; Lela Caudle and Mrs. Del Thompson, alto saxophone; Hazel Vandervoort, B flat baritone; Maye Shipps, slide trombone; Florence Shipps, E flat bass; Mrs. Velma Gray Johnson, B flat bass; Esther Eversole, snare drums; Orlena Helpley, bass drum; Elizabeth Nash, cymbals; Myrtle Lanning, B flat tenor sax. A former member, Selma Young, from Creston, IA, also joined the band.

Marching at the Capitol

While there were a total of 10 bands in the Suffragette Parade, the Missouri Ladies Military Band of Maryville was the only one comprised of only women.

At the completion of the pageant, band members met Anna Shaw, president of the National American Women’s Suffrage Association. They also watched President Wilson’s inauguration, visited Congress and toured Mount Vernon.

In the book “Suffrage Comes to the Women of Nodaway County, MO,” Martha Cooper wrote: “The Missouri Ladies Military Band of Maryville did not initially set out to be the nation’s first all-female suffragist marching band, but the young women were in the right place at the right moment to take this place in history. Upon their return from Washington, March 8, 1913, Alma Nash, director of the band, said of the troupe’s courageous march down Pennsylvania Avenue, ‘the part they took in the suffragette parade is not fully realized by them.’”

Upon returning home, the band played concerts all summer long around Northwest Missouri. While Nash’s music school flourished, the band soon broke up as the members developed other interests.

Nash later moved to Kansas City where she played and continued to teach hundreds of students, however, she told one of her former students that “the march in Washington was the most memorable event of her life.”

Seven years after the Missouri Ladies Military Band marched down Pennsylvania Avenue, women won the right to vote.

And those young ladies’ music magically played a small part in the process.

90th anniversary of women’s suffrage

The Nodaway County Historical Society’s museum will be marking the 90th anniversary of women’s suffrage this August with a special program. Anyone with any information, pictures or shared stories and memories of family members or friends of women in the Missouri Ladies Military Band of Maryville should call Melissa Middleswart at 660.582.8687.

Information for this article came from a 1966 Kansas City Star article, “Tribute to a Music Teacher: Her Ladies Band Helped Suffragette Cause,” a 1984 KC Star-Times article, “Woman played to beat the ban on vote,” and from the book, “Suffrage comes to the women of Nodaway County, MO” by Martha Cooper.

 

Mayor declares ‘Diane Houston Day’ for retiring director

There was no party to commemorate the 30 years she served as the Maryville Public Library’s director.

And that’s how Diane Houston wanted it on December 31, her last day at the helm.

But nearly 32 years after she first stepped foot into the building, January 13 was proclaimed “Diane Houston Day” by Maryville Mayor Chad Jackson in a small ceremony at the library.

Visibly emotional, Houston described herself – on her very own day – as just a girl who read all her life.

“She didn’t know what she wanted to do,” Houston said, speaking of herself. “But when she walked in the door of this library, she fell in love.”

Houston began as a part-time worker and children’s librarian in January 1977. She took over as director two and a half years later.

Over the years, she was influential in the increased participation of Story Hour, the expansion and remodeling of the building, the creation of the Second Century Library Endowment Fund Foundation and numerous additions and improvements to technology, materials and programming.

Library Board President Marilyn Rhea said it has been Houston’s tireless work and vision that has enabled the library to grow.

“For the 28 years I have lived in Maryville, I’ve so enjoyed everything about the Maryville Public Library,” Rhea said. “But it’s only been in the last two years since I’ve been on the Board of Trustees that I’ve come to know Diane Houston as the soul of that facility.”

Although she has retired as director, Houston said she will still be around, as she continues to oversee the nearly completed Robb Fine Arts Room. She will also work two mornings a week at the front desk for the next few months, plans to help create a coffee shop in the building and will serve as secretary of the foundation.

But she will definitely miss it.

“After 30 years of your life being structured that way, I will miss that sameness,” Houston said. “I love this building and this place. I’ve always loved getting people together with books, so I will miss that whole library environment and being here.”


Behind the blue ribbon lies the extraordinary, remarkably uncommon… Mrs. B

On a very average and ordinary sort of day last year, seven-year-old Quentin Murphy lost a tooth at South Nodaway Elementary School in Guilford.

But the events that would follow that moment were anything but average nor ordinary.

The first grader was given a little plastic box to place the tooth in for safe keeping until he could get home and place it under his pillow for the tooth fairy.  Like most kids his age, he was excited about losing that tooth. All day long, he happily displayed it to his friends and his teachers.

During a restroom break, however, Quentin accidentally dropped the box down the drain and the tooth was gone forever.  Heartbroken and upset that the tooth fairy would not visit him without the tooth, South Nodaway Elementary Principal Darbi Bauman stepped in to help out.  She wrote a letter to the tooth fairy for Quentin to put under his pillow in place of the lost tooth. In the note, she explained that she was Quentin’s principal and could verify that Quentin did indeed lose a tooth, and while he didn’t have the physical tooth itself, the fairy should still visit him just the same.

“Little did we know, that once school let out for the day and all the children were gone, Darbi Bauman was in the boys restroom retrieving the lost tooth from the drain,” Tara Murphy, Quentin’s mother, said. “Just as we were leaving, here comes Darbi up our street, waving excitedly. She had retrieved the box from the drain with the tooth still inside. Quentin was so excited to have his lost tooth back.”

Tara continued, “There is no limit to how far Darbi will go for one of her students.”  And there’s no limit to how far she will go to teach them, too.

When Shayna Jo Henggeler was in Darbi’s second grade class, she was teaching them one day about following directions.  She asked them to tell her how to make a peanut butter sandwich.

“Darbi, being Darbi, did exactly as the class directed her,” LaShawna Henggeler, Shayna Jo’s mother, said.

First, she needed to go get some bread and peanut butter, as directed by the students, so she walked the entire class over to the local store and purchased them. Once back in the classroom, the children instructed her to spread the peanut butter on it. But they didn’t tell her to use a knife or other utensil. And they didn’t tell her where to spread it.

“So Darbi reaches into the jar with her fingers and starts to spread the peanut butter up and down her arm,” Henggeler said. “Needless to say, the children were in an instant roar.”

Henggeler continued: “She is a true icon in our school district and will be a legend in her day.”

Love for the Longhorns

The stories are endless, just as is her love for her students and the entire South Nodaway family.

And many people will say Darbi Bauman is the reason behind the success the elementary school has had in recent years.  Most recently, they were named a 2009 No Child Left Behind Blue Ribbon School, one of only 314 elementary schools across the nation who were recognized with this status by the US Department of Education.

Darbi was born November 28, 1963, to Eddie and Rita Hilsabeck. She has three siblings, Kami, Kip and Grady.  She first became a Longhorn in August 1975 when she moved into the district with her family as a sixth grade student. She continued there until she graduated in 1982.  From there, she earned a bachelor of science degree in education in May 1986 from Missouri Western State College and then returned to South Nodaway where she taught both fifth and second grade.

“Darbi and I both started at South Nodaway in the fall of 1986,” Barb Sherry, kindergarten teacher, said. “From the beginning, you could tell that South Nodaway was very dear to her heart. She was always doing special things for her classes.”

Sherry said Darbi was instrumental in pursuing and developing new programs, especially in reading and writing, early in her career.

“She always wanted to motivate and excite her kids about learning,” Sherry said.

One thing her class always looked forward to in the spring was her economics unit, where they ran a pop and popcorn company.

“They learned the basics of starting a business, took a trip to the bank and secured a real loan complete with interest,” Sherry said. “They did cost comparisons, bought the supplies and prepared and sold the product during recess time. Then, with the profit they had earned, they gave back to the community.”

In 1993, Darbi received a master of science degree in education from Northwest Missouri State University. And in 2005, she became the elementary principal.

Macia Kemper, a South Nodaway Board of Education member and parent, said when Darbi was named principal, she was a little disappointed that her two youngest children wouldn’t have the opportunity to have her as a teacher.

“But as the principal, I have watched her turn the whole school into her classroom,” Kemper said. “The kids love her. She creates a loving, nurturing, happy environment.”

Since taking over the helm, Sherry believes Darbi is even more devoted to the school.

“I don’t think a day goes by that she isn’t thinking of what is best for the kids and how she can motivate and inspire them,” she said. “She is truly loved and respected by every single student as well as by her staff and the parents. South Nodaway Elementary is as great as it is in large part because of her.”

Not just a job 

Like all truly exceptional educators, Darbi connects with everyone on a personal level.

“She takes the time to know what’s happening in their lives and what’s important to them, not just on an academic or behavioral level, but on an intimate level,”First Grade Teacher Wanda Bloom said. “The students know she is interested in them as individuals, not just in their academic performance.

“Darbi makes our students feel like they’re among family while at South Nodaway, rather than just students attending school.”

And they reciprocate those feelings toward her. Like the outpouring of love following the recent death of her husband, Kevin, that was shown to her and her children, Taylor, Payden, Quayde and Brody.

“When she returned from work after her husband passed away, every single elementary student greeted her with a hug, one at a time,” Barnard resident and parent, Amy Wolf, said. “The children all love her and so does the community.”

K-12 counselor Nick Wray said he doesn’t know how Darbi handles everything that life throws at her, but she takes it all in stride, displaying quiet strength with each step.

“Those around her become better people just by knowing her and watching the way she copes with the everyday stress that comes along with her profession and her new role as a single parent,” he said.

Her students say it best

For all of the children who have walked the halls at South Nodaway and have known Mrs. B, as they call her, one thing seems to be same. They truly love her.

“Mrs. B is a really nice principal,” Eryn Kemper, second grade, said. “She always gives you hugs and kisses (a supply of candy she keeps in her office). I love Mrs. B.”

Fifth grader Meaghan McConkey said, “Mrs. B is always really happy for us. She likes to hear what we are happy about.”

Kaylin LaMaster, a second grader, said, “She’s nice.”

Thirteen-year-old Shea Miller said, “Mrs. B is the best person I’ve ever met…and I love her to death.”

Quenton Manship, kindergarten, when asked what he thought of her, said, “fine” and nodded his head that he liked her.

Savannah Bennett, a fourth grader, said, “Mrs. B helps us a lot. She’s a great principal.”

Sixth grader Austin Pulley said, “She’s probably one of the best principals in the world.”

Blue Ribbon award

Mrs B

With possibly one of the “best” principals around leading their school, South Nodaway received notification of their Blue Ribbon award back in September.  The program honors public and private schools that are academically superior or demonstrate dramatic gains in student achievement.

Darbi, ever humble, gave the credit to everyone else.

“It is such an honor for this community,” she said. “Our students, faculty, staff, board and parents work hard and it is so nice to see them honored for their dedication.”

When people ask how South Nodaway has achieved so much success, her answer is always the same: “We are about people not programs.”

She continued: “It is all about our students and what is best for them. We have teachers that are committed to helping students reach their potential. We have a veteran staff of professional educators that work tirelessly to meet the individual needs of our students. We are blessed to have a school community that is committed to making the education of our children a priority. What is best for our students drives every decision made.”

South Nodaway Superintendent Kyle Collins said an award like this doesn’t happen overnight.

“It is very gratifying to know that we have such dedicated students who care about doing outstanding work and Mrs. Bauman, the teachers, staff and parents should all be commended for fostering such a positive attitude toward education,” he said. “Darbi brings empathy, compassion and caring to her role as an educational leader. She cares deeply for each of her students and makes decisions based upon what she believes to be best for them.”

Julie McConkey, a parent and math teacher in the district, said Darbi is a very special person.

“The Blue Ribbon is really a reflection of what Darbi and her staff do that is so important to our children,” she said.

And it is by her example, Wray said, they are being recognized.

“The example that she has set for all of us at South Nodaway is one of the main reasons that we are celebrating our designation as a Blue Ribbon School,” he said.

As part of the Blue Ribbon Award, South Nodaway Elementary held a special ceremony at the school on November 13.  Hundreds of students, parents, faculty and community members attended, boasting tiny blue ribbons on their shirts in honor of the award. The entire student body participated, with the fourth to sixth graders singing the national anthem and the kindergarten through third grade leading The Pledge of Allegiance.

Several honored guests were also in attendance, including Larry Price, state supervisor of instruction, Beccy Baldwin, RDPC director, and Sarah Woodward, field representative to Congressman Sam Graves.

“Congratulations to South Nodaway Elementary students, teachers and parents for being named a 2009 Blue Ribbon School,” Woodward said. “Congressman Graves is honored to represent such an exemplary elementary school in Northwest Missouri.”

So even now with the Blue Ribbon Award firmly in hand, Darbi said there will be no backing down or resting.

“We are no different than every other school in Missouri,” she said. “Schools are in the people business where our students all come to us with different backgrounds and experiences. It is our challenge to help them to continue to reach their fullest potential.”

For children like Quentin and Shayna Jo and hundreds of others before them and those yet to come, she is South Nodaway Elementary.

And she is anything but average.

She is the extraordinarily and remarkably uncommon Mrs. B.


First-year football player finds success on the field

The referee’s whistle shrills from down on the field to up in the stands, where a smattering of fans are sitting, mostly parents. It’s definitely hot cocoa, sweatshirt and blanket weather.

“Longhorns are red hot *clap clap*

Longhorns are red hot *clap clap*

Longhorns are R-E-D Red, H-O-T Hot, Red Hot, Red Hot . . .”

The cheerleaders’ chant fades as their shivering takes over and they run to put their heavy jackets back on over their uniforms.

The cloud-streaked sky begins to turn dark and the lights on the field flicker on as the fourth quarter clock begins to tick down. The swift breeze has changed directions now, coming up from the south and swirling around through the wooden stands where the fans have settled back into their seats after stretching.

As the play begins, helmets smack together at the line of scrimmage, and bodies, both tiny and large, are shoved to the left and to the right. The defense is not enough, though, for the home team DeKalb Tigers; forty-five seconds into the final quarter, the South Nodaway junior high football team scores another touchdown against them, putting the Longhorns up 18-6.

On the ensuing kick-off, No. 33 gets a good, solid tackle on the ball carrier.

“Way to go, Scout,” someone yells from the Longhorn section of fans.

Several more minutes pass, and as the clock begins to wind down toward the end of the game, No. 33 still isn’t giving up, even though it looks as though the Maroon and Black have it in the bag.

“Nice work, Scout,” Longhorn Head Coach Aaron Murphy hollers from the sideline. “Keep it up!”

Two plays later, she gets another tackle.

Yes, she.

She is Scout Miller, the 13-year-old eighth grader who is playing in her first year of football for the eight-man junior high team.

After the last tackle, a teammate slaps her shoulder pads in encouragement and her maroon jersey, offset by the black in her helmet, pants, socks and cleats, bobs up and down.

Still playing strong, she lines up in the defensive tackle position, pushes past her opponent on the line and heads straight for the running back carrying the ball. Like a rag doll, she throws him to the ground behind the line of scrimmage, a tackle for a loss of yards.

 

Taking her own path

On the outside, Scout seems like a typical teenager. The bright-eyed, perpetually-smiling red head has what South Nodaway Elementary Principal Darbi Bauman calls an infectious personality, one who loves to joke around and appreciates a good practical joke.

She is active at school with basketball, track, FCA and FBLA and she enjoys watching TV, especially America’s Best Dance Crew on MTV, reading, art and going fishing. She wants to go to Northwest after she graduates high school and eventually become a teacher, like her favorite, Mrs. Bauman.

And while she seems pretty conventional on the outside, it comes as no surprise to the people who know her, that Scout made an unconventional decision when she chose to play football.

“Scout is the type of student that walks her own path,” Bauman said. “She is not afraid to think outside of the box and that is one quality that makes her so special.”

Most people have been supportive of her decision, including her friends and family, although she said, “my sister, Shea, thought I’d only last a week.”

She obviously proved her sister wrong. And probably a few others along the way.

 

Learning and progressing

Scout is the daughter of Glenn and Cindy Miller, Barnard, and Annie Thogerson, Arizona, and has seven siblings, mostly older and none who play football. But that didn’t stop her from pursuing her passion.

“I just love football. I wanted to play last year, but my dad was scared I would get hurt,” she said. So when it was time to sign up this year, Scout persisted and was allowed to play.

“I knew the general idea of the game from playing with friends and watching the high school team play,” she said, but also confessed she had a lot to learn about positions and team plays.

A quick learner, Scout’s lack of experience and knowledge didn’t hinder her.

“Scout constantly progressed throughout the season,” Murphy said. “Whenever I would give instruction, she seemed to retain the information quickly and was able to put it into action. The biggest progress she made was on her tackling.”

She wasn’t just improving, she was enjoying it, too, and her practice was paying off. During that game against DeKalb, the final one of the season, Scout recorded six tackles, two of which resulted in a loss of yardage.

Her hard work started long before the season began, though, during summer weightlifting.

“During our summer workouts, Scout worked extremely hard, which I believe pushed the boys to try harder,” Murphy said. “She did anything asked of her to the best of her ability.”

 

Amazing asset

While being a girl on a boys football team may present itself with some awkward situations, her coaches said the relationships she had with her teammates were very normal.

“Her teammates never hesitated to accept her as a teammate; she was a great contributor and an amazing asset to our team,” Murphy said, who has known Scout and her family for five years. “She is a motivator to the rest of the team, always encouraging and pushing them to do their best.”

As she was supporting her teammates, those around her at school were cheering her on just the same.

“I have never seen or heard any negative comments from anyone about her playing football,” Nick Wray, assistant coach and school counselor, said. “People just want her to play well. They have really supported her decision and rooted for her throughout the season.”

The loudest cheers came on the first game of the year, a 28-8 win against West Nodaway, on a play Scout calls her favorite of the whole season.

“I made a touchdown,” she said. “We were 10 yards away from the goal line and I ran through the four hole and scored.”

The touchdown was one of the best moments of the season, Wray said.

“She just ran into the pile of West Nodaway defenders and carried three of them into the end zone for a touchdown,” he said. “It was one of those moments that gives you goose bumps.”

The season may have been a disappointment for some, with a 2-3 record. But even with the losses, Scout said it was a great experience for her.

“As long as we do our best, it doesn’t matter,” she said.

And as for next year, she is unsure if she will play again. “I want to, but I don’t know,” she said hesitantly, knowing her opponents will most likely be a lot bigger than her.

“It was a true pleasure to have her on the team this year,” Murphy said. “And it was inspiring to see her perform on the field and receive so much success.”

 

The final seconds

As the horn blared, sounding the end of that game against DeKalb, the South Nodaway fans once again rose to their feet, clapped their hands and cheered for their Longhorns.

In perhaps the last game of her short career, Scout Miller, with her teammates by her side, ran off the field smiling and laughing.

For the 13-year-old, it doesn’t get much better than playing the game she so passionately loves.


Profile of Dr. Vince Bates: brief, stolen moments of attention

Two-year-old Audrey Bates runs across the dining room floor, as fast as her chubby little legs can carry her. As she reaches her daddy’s feet, she jumps up and into his lap, catching him a little off guard.

“Da!” she squeals, shoving a tiny, plastic toy into his long and tired face. “Da!” she yells louder. “Da Da!” The toy is just a means to an end for the adept toddler.

Her father, Dr. Vince Bates, assistant professor of music at Northwest Missouri State University, looks directly into her big, dark eyes, brushes her long bangs out of her face and smiles.

Success. His attention, however brief, was hers.

Content, she scoots down off his lap and runs out of the room.

*****

Like many of his fellow professors, Bates is a busy man. Since joining the staff at Northwest in 2006, he has taught elementary and middle school general music methods, brass methods, French horn, guitar, music appreciation and even freshman seminar. He has presented at various conferences across the country and done research on a variety of topics.

But unlike most of his colleagues, his time is also consumed as the lay minister at his church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, which has no full-time professional clergy at the congregational level.

Bates is what is called a branch president, as he presides over the “branch” or congregation of people that are in Nodaway and Atchison counties. The call was extended to him from a stake president, who oversees several congregations in the area.

He has been serving in the position for a year and a half now, a time period that he half-jokingly calls “too long” to a position he did not seek.

“No, this is not something I wanted to do, but we promise to serve where we’re asked to serve,” Bates said. “And I do believe it’s an act of service.”

With the calling, he oversees the work of the members, or Mormons as they are more commonly known, who have responsibilities and who take turns serving in various capacities like Sunday School teacher or youth advisor.

*****

Audrey runs back into the room, jabbering more gibberish about the baby she’s now holding in her hand. She jumps up again into her father’s lap and holds the half-dressed doll for him to see. “Baby, Da Da, baby,” she screeches.

Once more, he affectionately smiles at her. “Yay, baby!” she yells. “Yay!” She’s slides back down, satisfied, off to find her older siblings, Landon (10), William (seven) and Sophie (five).

Born to faithful, hard-working parents, Bates grew up in rural Nevada and Utah, smack dab in the middle of nine children. He learned the value of hard work from living on the farm and a love of music in his humble yet happy home.

“We had a lot of music and we all learned to play the piano to various degrees,” Bates said. “We also used to play together as a family, with dad on accordion, mom on guitar and the rest of us on various band instruments or guitar.

“I was pretty young when I knew I wanted to be a teacher or a musician,” he continued. Watching “The Sound of Music” and listening to his collection of the Statler Brothers, he remembers he had “lots of interest” in the wide variety of music he had experienced as a child.

That exposure included the accordion his father played, an instrument that was taught to him and which he eventually inherited.

“He demonstrated some things for me a few times. Then one day, he was going to show me how to play something and he couldn’t do it. His fingers had gotten so big and stiff from work that he couldn’t push the buttons easily,” Bates said. “He put it down and I don’t ever remember his playing again.”

Bates graduated in 1985 from West Desert High School, in rural western Utah, in a class of two, him and his cousin. He went on to serve a mission for his church from 1986 to 1988 in Denmark to share, he said, what his church believes and where he learned valuable principles that have helped him in the classroom and with the congregation.

“Patience was developed to an extent, although growing up on a farm and working long hours also developed that,” he said. “I think that mainly I learned more about talking to people, being more outgoing and less shy.”

After returning home from Denmark, he continued school and received a bachelor’s degree in music education in 1992 from Brigham Young University and a master’s in music in 1996, also from BYU. Two years later, he married his wife, Kristin, and they welcomed their first child, Landon, the following year.

Prior to Northwest, he taught K-12 music for a total of 12 years in Eureka, Utah. In the middle of his tenure there, he and his family moved to Tucson to work toward a doctorate in music education from the University of Arizona. They lived there from August 1999 to May 2001 and then returned to Utah, where he resumed teaching in Eureka. During his time there, he was able to pass along the knowledge his father gave him of the accordion to one of his students.

Also while in Eureka, the Bates family welcomed two more children, William in 2001 and Sophie in 2004. Audrey was born in 2007, after they had moved to Maryville.

In just the short time he has been at Northwest, Bates has garnered the respect of his colleagues, including Dr. William Richardson, associate professor of music.

“Dr. Bates is an excellent teacher,” Richardson said. “He is always available for Northwest students and graduates who come to him for advice. In the classroom, he is very personable and makes learning fun.”

Bates believes teaching should be student centered, meaning that it should promote student happiness and well being. And it requires physical action.

“It is possible to enjoy something and learn something at the same time. Learning does not have to be stressful to be rigorous,” he said. “Applying principles seems to be valuable to my students. I try to find and think of activities that are engaging and meaningful.”

In addition to his success in the classroom, Richardson said Bates is also well known nationally and internationally as a critical theorist who enjoys questioning established ways of teaching music in public schools.

“This often leads to some amazing outside the box thinking,” Richardson said. “But his research with issues of gender, race and social class in music education is also important and should be heard.”

The more research Bates does, the more he can see the prevalence of these and other forms of discrimination, which he discusses in his music education methods and American popular music classes.

“Class is especially important to me as someone who grew up poor,” he said. “And, whereas it’s not politically correct anymore to be overtly racist or sexist, people still get away with referring to ‘rednecks’ or ‘poor white trash’ and it is still common for people to think that the poor are poor because of things like lower intelligence or laziness.”

In addition to his success in the classroom and his passion for research and theory, Richardson has also noticed Bates’ commitment to his family and his church responsibilities.

“Vince is a very pleasant colleague and friend,” he said. “He and his wife, Kristin, have four wonderful children and are very involved in church activities.”

*****

Sophie begins to sing in the next room, but her song is soon interrupted by her sister’s crying. She tries to get Audrey to color with her. But it’s not the attention Audrey wants.

So Sophie goes back to her singing and coloring. And Audrey goes back to her crying and runs back into the dining room to her father, who swoops her up into his strong but gentle arms.

“Da Da,” she says, as he looks down at her patiently, lovingly. He strokes her light-colored hair and gently bounces her up and down on his knee. Her crying begins to fade into whimpering and continues to diminish until she’s almost completely silent.

Bates is, he said, like his father: quiet.

“He’s quiet and thoughtful,” Dr. Tom Smith, professor of English education at Northwest, said. “When he’s quiet, it’s because he’s listening and thinking.”

Smith serves with Bates at church as his counselor. The two have known each other for a couple of years and spend quite a bit of time together, not just at church, but also with work. They are currently collaborating for a presentation at an education conference in October.

In those two years working together, Smith has seen the compassion Bates has for others, which goes beyond just the physical and temporal needs of the congregation.

“I think being branch president has changed him a lot,” Smith said. “I see him learning to deal with people differently. He’s really concerned about them and making sure they feel welcome and appreciated. He has a vision for the branch and that vision is that everyone is important and everyone matters.”

*****

With several black olives in one hand and her doll in the other, Audrey comes scurrying back and stands at the feet of her father, looking squarely up at him, waiting.

“Baby!” she demands. It’s followed by more unintelligible squeals, commanding more attention from her father.

“The baby won’t eat those olives,” he says matter-of-fact like, keeping a straight face. “They’re dolls. And dolls don’t eat them.”

His joking gets no reaction from Audrey. And the wry look he’s giving her reluctantly turns to a crescent-moon smile and finally to a wide, toothy half-moon grin. As he laughs, she pops one of the olives into her mouth and hurries out of the room again.

Humor is a big part of who he is, although like Audrey, a lot of people don’t always get it.

“He’s actually really funny but you don’t always see it,” Smith said. “It’s a very dry sense of humor.”

Bates said he learned it growing up from his father and grandfather.

“It seems to be pretty common with country folk generally to say something that is really a joke and keep a straight face so that people wonder if you are kidding or not,” he said. “My dad and grandpa were both very good at this.”

It’s sometimes hard, though, to bring that humor to his church calling because it carries with it a good amount of stress and worry. Bates, whose salt and pepper hair has probably gotten a little more salty in the past couple of years, said knowing all about people’s personal problems is difficult for him.

“It’s hard to let it all go,” he said.

And on top of that, it also takes up a significant portion of his free time, time away from his family.

“Family is really important and I feel bad when I don’t spend time with them,” Bates said. “It’s hard to serve the needs of the people in the branch and still have time at home.”

But he also sees his service as a blessing and enjoys helping people with their welfare needs.

“I think we’ve gotten to know a lot more people,” he said. “You get to see them grow and progress. It’s nice to help them with their financial needs – their basic needs – and have the resources to help. And it’s given us more perspective.”

His wife, Kristin, agrees there are blessings that come with it and she’s grateful for the time they have to learn and grow through this experience.

“It’s helped us to all have more focus on helping others…and it makes us more appreciative of the blessings we have,” she said. “The calling doesn’t last forever, and when he’s released, I know he wants to feel that he did all he could do and worked hard at it.”

*****

Audrey’s made her way back into the dining room, wearing part of the dinner Kristin is making on her face.

First, she asks: “Me?”

Nothing. She presses harder. “Me! Me!”

Still nothing, so she smiles. “Me, Da Da, Me.”

He smiles, too, reaches down and picks her up.

With the busy schedule he carries as professor and branch president – and as husband and father – those brief, stolen moments of his attention are cherished.

And for Audrey, who has now traded in the doll for the earlier plastic toy, she’s happy just the same. She’s got her Da.


$1.7 million airport project sees completion

Following several years of planning — and many delays caused by weather and waiting on approvals from the state — the $1.7 million construction project at the Northwest Missouri Regional Airport has been completed.

It is one the city of Maryville and the city’s airport board believe will not only help many local residents but will also aid with economic development in the region.

“These improvements will enable us to capture more air traffic in the community and open up economic development opportunities,” City Manager Matt LeCerf said. “It gives us that element that we didn’t have before.”

Airport Board Member Bruce Twaddle agreed with LeCerf that the improvements made to the airport are vital to the community.

“We know from experience that many companies make the decision to locate or not locate in a community based on aviation access for their corporate planes,” Twaddle said. “We as a board believe that the improvements to the airport are essential for economic development.”

The idea for the project came back in 2001, when the city and the board recognized a need and established their Airport Master Plan.

“At that time, an engineering firm was hired to assist us to that end,” Twaddle said. “It was during this time frame the airport was renamed Northwest Missouri Regional Airport, in recognition of its importance to the entire Northwest Missouri region.”

Terminal building

In July of 2003, the city made a presentation of their master plan to US Senator Kit Bond and other state dignitaries, which called for an extension of the runway, a new terminal building, reworking of roads surrounding the airport and new taxiway and apron areas for general aviation purposes.

“Much to the support of Sen. Bond,” LeCerf said, “they got a grant toward establishing a new terminal building.”

In January 2004, Sen. Bond was able to secure approximately $400,000 for the project. Construction then began on the terminal building in spring of 2006 by Herner Construction, Inc., St. Joseph, and that part of the project was completed in early 2007.

“This building is used by pilots for weather and flight briefings and is a very nice conference room for flight education, board meetings and use by the community for meetings of any nature,” Twaddle said.

Other improvements

The portion of the project that included the lengthening of the runway, three new taxiways and new apron areas began in May of 2008 by Loch Sand and Construction, Maryville, and was just completed in May of this year.

Twaddle said their plan included the lengthening of the primary runway by 600 feet to a total of 4,600 feet, which allows larger business jets and turbo prop aircraft to take off and land safely.

He said they also made significant improvements to the lighting of the runway, including high intensity runway end lights and Precision Approach Path Indicator lights.

“These two lighting systems are extremely important to landing in a safe manner at night or in bad weather,” he said.

The total cost of the project, including the terminal building and all other improvements, came in at approximately $1.7 million. But because of grants and other federal and state funding, less than 10 percent actually came from the city of Maryville.

“For a $1.7 million project, we’ve spent around $150,000. What we get in return is well worth the expense,” said LeCerf.

Looking ahead

While this project has finally been completed, LeCerf said there is more work to be done from the master plan.

“We’re certainly not done,” he said. “Our next step is to do fueling improvements, one for Jet A and the other for Avgas.”

According to Twaddle, this will also help with business jets who need to refuel while in Maryville.

The city is actively pursuing grants to do this, as the cost to complete it will be approximately $300,000.

Also, the master plan calls for more extensions to the runways and a corporate hangar to house business planes who are visiting Northwest Missouri.

“We have not yet secured the funds to do this but hope to be able to do so in the near future,” said Twaddle.

The city and airport board plan to have a grand opening in September that will coincide with the local general aviation pilot’s annual pancake breakfast.

The Northwest Missouri Regional Airport is located just west of Maryville on Highway 46. For more information, call 660.582.2233.


My encounter with a bridge under troubled water

“That they might have joy” column by Jacki Wood

A couple of months ago, I had to make an emergency trip home to Jamesport from work here in Maryville. If you’ve ever driven from here to there, you know there’s no straight or easy way to get there. And there are several different routes you can take.

We live out in the country, about 10 miles south of town, so I usually go what I call the “back way” or through the Grand River bottoms and several miles of gravel (er, dirt) roads because it cuts off about 15 minutes of drive time.

But if it’s been raining, I usually take a longer route because the bottoms can get really muddy and even flooded.

On this particular day, my head wasn’t on quite straight, though, thinking about what was happening at home and trying to get there as soon as possible. Although it was sunny, it hadn’t occurred to me that it had been raining the past three days.

So I’m driving along, I hit the gravel road and I realize what I’ve done.

At first, it was no big deal. There was standing water along both sides of the road, but it was still drivable. The closer I got to the river, though, the more the water was seeping toward the center, and the muddier it got. It was a real mess. The car was sliding back and forth and I was trying to keep it in the center.

I came to a spot in the road that goes down hill and then comes back up a little to a small bridge. It was looking really soggy at the bottom, so I increased my speed, managed through it and made it up and onto the bridge, where I abruptly came to a stop.

Just beyond the bridge, the road was washed out by running water.

The first thing that crossed my mind was a news report I saw on TV once where an Arizona driver moved a blockade and drove through flooded water, got stuck and had to get rescued. Such incidents, the report said, had prompted the state to pass the “Stupid Motorist Law” to prosecute people who knowingly do something stupid like that.

While there was no sign or blockade warning me that the road was flooded, and I hadn’t knowingly gotten myself into this predicament, there I sat, stuck on a bridge, in the middle of nowhere.

Did I want to become one of those stupid motorists? Well, no, but my options were to either try to proceed through it or back up.

But that was impossible. There was literally nowhere to turn around and I knew I couldn’t put it in reverse and back up through the miles of mud I had just driven through.

Now let me interject here about the water that was staring me in the face — we’re not talking about two feet of water rushing by and probably not even six inches, but still, it was running across the road. And they always say to not drive through flood water, no matter what.

So, I looked behind me. I looked in front of me. I’m stranded there on this bridge, several miles still from home, all alone, no houses anywhere, just fields and mud and water, wondering what I should do. I had made a mistake in the beginning by choosing this path home, and now that I was there, I didn’t want to make another one.

So I looked again. Behind me. In front of me. My gut said continue on.

And so I did.

I started down the hill toward the water, trying to travel at just the right speed, praying “please don’t let me get stuck, please don’t let me be the ‘stupid motorist’ character in this story, please just let me get home.”

Well, if I had gotten stuck, I probably would be too embarrassed to share the story and portray myself as the stupid driver, although I probably am still doing that.

I made it through that rough spot with no other problems down the road and eventually made it home to my family.

The experience taught me many things. There’s the obvious lesson of don’t drive through running water. If I had it to do over again, I don’t know that I would’ve made the same choice.

Then there’s also the idea of choosing to take the right path in life. Or keeping your head on straight amid a family crisis.

But it also got me to thinking about the mistakes we make.

I made a mistake that day in driving that path home. And I’m sure I made several other mistakes that day in my relationships, as a wife, a mother, a co-worker, a friend.

Was I too proud to admit I made any of those mistakes? Or to say I was sorry? Or that I got angry? Or that I spoke too soon when I didn’t have all of the facts and didn’t realize what implications might follow?

We’re human, we make mistakes every day, and looking back at this experience, I’ve learned that it’s not okay to just say, oh, well, it can’t be changed, and just let it go at that.

Stephen R. Covey, author of “7 Habits of Highly Effective People,” said, “When you make a mistake, admit it, correct it, and learn from it / immediately.”

So here goes…my name is Jacki, I’m a stupid motorist…and I’m learning from it.


Can I get an order of failure, please?

“That they might have joy” column by Jacki  Wood

I caught a portion of the Milan Miracle basketball game on ESPN Classic this past weekend.

If you’re not familiar, it’s the 1954 Indiana state high school basketball championship game between small town Milan and big city Muncie Central.

(I especially loved watching the set shot from way out. What an era. But I digress).

It’s the game that inspired my favorite movie of all time, “Hoosiers.”

The Milan Miracle, much like “Hoosiers,” pitted the underdog, Milan High, who had a student body of 161, against Muncie Central, with 2,200 students and several state championships to their credit.

I couldn’t help but put my “Hoosiers” DVD in and watch it again. It stars Gene Hackman, an old, washed-up coach who comes in and shakes up the team, and the town. In the process, he leads them to the unlikely position of being in the state championship game.

I’ve probably seen that movie over a hundred times and there are so many reasons I enjoy it. It truly is inspiring.

But what I love most about it is that it’s a story of never giving up.

That team, and that coach, were no strangers to failure. But, they all just kept plugging along. And in the end, they did the improbable by winning the championship game, all because they didn’t quit.

That’s how life should be.

We sometimes fail so badly it hurts and we don’t want to keep going. We can either roll over and go back to bed, defeated. Or, we can get up and keep on going until we succeed.

It reminds me of that Nike commercial featuring Michael Jordan from several years ago. In it, he says, “I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career, I’ve lost almost 300 games, 26 times I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”

How many times did Thomas Edison fail at making his own version of the practical light bulb or how many times did the Wright brothers crash?

Where would we be today without their failures or those of thousands of other people?

When we get hit the hardest, when we’re knocked down flat on our backs, we need to get up, dust ourselves off and try again.

I love the Chinese proverb that says “Failure is not falling down but refusing to get up.”

So bring on the failure. I’m ready and waiting. I refuse to give up.


‘We need white people to be as outraged about racism as people of color are.’

A blog post of mine from January 2009…

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Today we celebrate the birthday of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., and with the inauguration of the first black US President tomorrow, I’ve been thinking a lot of how far we have come…and how far we still have to go.
I love the words of Dr. King and his passion for what he knew to be true.  One of my favorite quotes from his is “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”

I just recently came across an article from a few years ago by Patricia Digh, right after the death of Rosa Parks.  She was talking about an email she had received, saying that what we needed was another Rosa Parks or another Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Her response to the email was that what we actually need are “more white people who are willing to be civil rights heroes.  We need white people to be as outraged about racism as people of color are.  We need white people to realize that racism is not a black issue–it’s a white issue.  We need white people to refuse to participate in a system that privileges them over fellow human beings.  We need white people to actively, visibly, and publicly examine their own role in perpetuating racism in subtle and unconscious ways, acknowledge their own part in the problem, verbalize the unearned privileges that accrue to them simply because of their skin color, and demand those same privileges for people of color.
“Fighting racism isn’t only the job of people like Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King, Jr.  The next generation of civil rights activists in this nation must be white people who realize that winning this fight will be the result of individual, daily actions on their part, not grand pronouncements and history month celebrations.
“As long as we wait for national heroes to emerge, nothing will change…..Unless we wake up every morning determined to eliminate racism even when that work is difficult, nothing will change.
“The police officer who fingerprinted Rosa Parks after that fateful bus ride…..(was) asked to comment on Parks’ death….(he) simply said that he had no problem with black people and that he was just doing his job.  As long as we ‘just do our jobs,’ racism will prevail.”
Dr. King’s, “I Have a Dream” speech was delivered on Aug. 28, 1963 at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC.  Here is a portion of that speech, which I feel is appropriate still today:
“And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.’
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
“I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; ‘and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.'”
My kids had school today, as a snow make-up day, which really gets me going.  Either have school on the holiday, or don’t.  But, trying to be an optimist, I hoped that the school and teachers could use at least a small portion of their day to discuss Dr. King or Rosa Parks or anything at all about the Civil Rights Movement.  But when they got home from school and I asked, they both said no. UGH!!!  I was happy that I had the foresight to read to them my favorite book this morning, one I highly recommend to anyone with children.  It’s called “Freedom on the Menu” and it’s the true story of the Greensboro Sit-ins, told from a little girl’s perspective.  We had the opportunity to visit the Woolworth’s in Greensboro when we were in North Carolina a few years ago, after we had first read the book.  Check it out.
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So… let us remember, like Patricia Digh said, “Rosa Parks is dead. The next generation of civil rights heroes must be white people.”
Let’s no longer be silent about the things that really matter.

Accepting the life that is waiting for us

“That they might have joy” column by Jacki  Wood

As a little girl, I had a lot of dreams and plans.

I dreamed of having a home with my husband and children nestled in the mountains of Colorado, where I could look out my window and be inspired by the view to write great things.

I also wanted to one day play basketball at Stanford and become the first white woman Harlem Globetrotter. I dreamed of being a great teacher and coach. I planned to write a book, start my own sports camp for underprivileged kids and own a beach house in Chile.

Some of these still might be in my future. But some, like being a Globetrotter, most likely won’t happen.

And that’s okay.

In recent years, I’ve been trying to move away from following some of these plans or things that I thought I wanted and move more toward following my bliss, a phrase coined by American writer and lecturer, Joseph Campbell.

“We must let go of the life we have planned,” he said, “so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.”

He said it’s not just a matter of doing what you like or doing as you’re told to do. But it’s determining what you are truly passionate about and trying to give yourself wholly to it.

I was reminded of this philosophy when I attended a small ceremony on January 13 at the library. Mayor Chad Jackson proclaimed the day as “Diane Houston Day” in honor of her recent retirement.

As Diane spoke, I realized she epitomized following your bliss.

Looking back, she said she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life. But when she first walked into the library, she knew it was the place she was meant to be.

Thirty years ago when Diane took over, I was three years old and attending my first Story Hour there.

A flood of library memories came rushing back to me…dressing up for Halloween, eating homemade cookies, walking carefully down those steep steps to the scary old basement, falling in love with Paddington Bear and numerous other storybook characters, checking out books each week.

There was always a calm, quietness to Diane as she would read and share her love of books with us. And there still is.

For over 30 years, her passion for books and people have served this community well, and she will be missed.

She may have had other plans and dreams growing up, but she accepted the one waiting for her. And I’m grateful she did.

“Follow your bliss,” Campbell said. “Find where it is, and don’t be afraid to follow it.”