Scott was a really special person as most of us already know so very well. I will always remember when he was a new student in our class at Cork Elementary School, probably when we were in third or fourth grade. Everyone was quickly impressed by his uniqueness, and we were all interested in him for that reason. One of my clearest memories of him occurred soon after his arrival. We often had music appreciation days when different pieces of music (often classical) were piped through the school's sound system. On this particular day (probably near Halloween), "The Night on Bald Mountain" was being played; and we students were told to march around the room and act out the way that the music made us feel. I will always remember looking across the room at Scott who was thoroughly enjoying the music with grimaces on his face and scary clawlike hand movements. We were all impressed because most of us were too reserved to do much other than prance about. If we ever had a question about homework or anything that we didn't understand in class, Scott was always there to help, a true genius and a dear friend. We miss him.
I remember Scott telling us a story about when he was a young rug rat, living in France, his parents had enrolled him in a class to learn German (he was already learning English and French, so what was one more language?). During a family meal, someone asked Scott a question, to which he wanted to answer "no", but it came out "Neuf!" (the French word for the number 9 - Nein being the German word for "no"). In Scott's words, "That ended the German lessons!" Scott used to join us periodically in 4th period "lunch club", where he would play a game of chess with Allen Brand (while Allen was simultaneously playing a game of pinochle with Larry Pottiker and reading "War and Peace"). Sadly, none of the smarts from any of my friends ever rubbed off on me. But the memories of those great friends lives on.
Bill's story about Scott and chess reminds me of the time that I saw Bob Clemmer staring intently into the distance. I ask what held was pondering. He said that he was thinking about his next chess move in a game that he was playing with Scott. Since several of us carried small chess sets I asked to see the board. Bob said that he and Scott were playing the game in their heads, without a board. I thought that was the silliest statement that I had ever heard from Bob. I went to another classmate and borrowed his small chess board. I gave that to Scott and mine to Bob. I had them each, separated, set up their boards. I compared the two. The game was in mid point and each board was set up exactly the same. I felt like a knuckle dragging primitive!
Ruth Prostor (Guyker)
Scott was a really special person as most of us already know so very well. I will always remember when he was a new student in our class at Cork Elementary School, probably when we were in third or fourth grade. Everyone was quickly impressed by his uniqueness, and we were all interested in him for that reason. One of my clearest memories of him occurred soon after his arrival. We often had music appreciation days when different pieces of music (often classical) were piped through the school's sound system. On this particular day (probably near Halloween), "The Night on Bald Mountain" was being played; and we students were told to march around the room and act out the way that the music made us feel. I will always remember looking across the room at Scott who was thoroughly enjoying the music with grimaces on his face and scary clawlike hand movements. We were all impressed because most of us were too reserved to do much other than prance about. If we ever had a question about homework or anything that we didn't understand in class, Scott was always there to help, a true genius and a dear friend. We miss him.
Bill Kelly
I remember Scott telling us a story about when he was a young rug rat, living in France, his parents had enrolled him in a class to learn German (he was already learning English and French, so what was one more language?). During a family meal, someone asked Scott a question, to which he wanted to answer "no", but it came out "Neuf!" (the French word for the number 9 - Nein being the German word for "no"). In Scott's words, "That ended the German lessons!" Scott used to join us periodically in 4th period "lunch club", where he would play a game of chess with Allen Brand (while Allen was simultaneously playing a game of pinochle with Larry Pottiker and reading "War and Peace"). Sadly, none of the smarts from any of my friends ever rubbed off on me. But the memories of those great friends lives on.
Kenneth Klingler
Bill's story about Scott and chess reminds me of the time that I saw Bob Clemmer staring intently into the distance. I ask what held was pondering. He said that he was thinking about his next chess move in a game that he was playing with Scott. Since several of us carried small chess sets I asked to see the board. Bob said that he and Scott were playing the game in their heads, without a board. I thought that was the silliest statement that I had ever heard from Bob. I went to another classmate and borrowed his small chess board. I gave that to Scott and mine to Bob. I had them each, separated, set up their boards. I compared the two. The game was in mid point and each board was set up exactly the same. I felt like a knuckle dragging primitive!