In Memory

Andrew (Andy) Hoel



 
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05/31/13 01:39 PM #1    

Jane Austin

I knew Andy since first grade (Laurel School) - a true "frenemy," he made my life, by turns both fun and miserable! Andy was a lefty and used to get in trouble with our teachers, especially Miss Van Horne, for mirror writing. We both got in trouble with our long suffering art teacher, as well, because both Andy and I liked to put heavy black lines around anything we drew - like a coloring book. I don't believe she succeeded in making either of us stop this, to her view, pernicious habit.

Speaking of third grade - on the first day, Andy, sitting in the desk in front of me but before school had actually started  turned around and said, "Jane, can you tell time yet?" "No," I admitted. "Well, then, you have to go back to second grade until you learn to tell time." Naturally, I got up from my desk and walked across the hall back to Miss McCormick's room - she was kind enough to disabuse me of the notion that I had to repeat second grade & sent me back to Miss Van Horne's room.

After Laurel School, I continued to be frenemies with Andy at Central for a few years. At New Trier we didn't have any classes together until senior year, when we were able to reconnect & remember the good old days at Laurel and Central.

Tho' I never saw Andy after June 1963, I was very moved to learn he's gone. He lives in my pantheon of truly memorable friends.


06/06/13 07:12 PM #2    

Donald Behm

Don Behm

I moved to Wilmette and attended Central school, I think we were in Stolp school. I t was an old building and they tore it down soon after we left for Howard Junior High. Andy lived across the alley and he was the first person I met. He was a good friend and I really looked up to him. We used to ride our bikes everywhere, the beach, the bike shop and Northwestern stadium. We used to go out a night on bikes and ride down the alleys kicking over trash cans. It was really funny at the time.  We played basketball, touch football, and kick the can. 

What a fun guy.

Andy was as tough as they come. In that final football game with Evanston, Andy was the work horse. He carried the ball, picking up a few yards each time, down to the goal line. I think John Roche was hurting so could only play a few downs. It was a great game. He was soooo tough.

I never saw Andy again but have fond memories.


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