Date:  Sat May 27, 2000  5:56 pm

For some of us "lucky ones" the memories never die. As I read each day's digest, there is always a story or two to recall my days at CHS.(1932-36) I never played in the band, but have 12 years of memories with Miss Gayvert. To audition for her you had to sing in her ear, she was deaf before they invented hearing aids. H.S. choruses included such classics as "Go Down Moses" and "On the plains, Fairy trains, were a treading measures." I never learned much about music, but surely experienced the joy of it, from a remarkable teacher. Scott Green, '36 Date:  Sun May 28, 2000  10:48 am A Miss Gayvert remembrance: I remember the Madrigal Choir that she directed. I had seen the chorus with their pleated white collars before I got to High School. That was an activity in which I wanted to participate. I did get to sing in the Madrigal Choir with Bob Kincheloe, Gretchen Haller and a number of others. What great fun it was for us. We worked with Miss Gayvert after she got her hearing aids. Pat Valensky (Lied) '59 Date:  Mon May 29, 2000  10:55 am Some more Sigrid Gayvert memories. My wife, Obbie Tutein, and I sang for Miss Gayvert all through junior and senior high school. I tried very hard to keep my piano playing quiet, but one day in 8th grade I was playing in the auditorium - helping some students learn music for graduation - and in she walked. "My God, George McClintock, you can play the piano." My singing days were over - which was probably a good thing. I was the accompanist - along with Jane Ionatta (so?) who was 2 years older. Sigrid and I had some great times - and some trying times. I always raced the tempo on the Hallelujah Chorus, and she would lean over with her baton and slap my hands on the keyboard. "Follow me!" But there was probably not a teacher who influenced us more. We are still involved in music - directors of music at Hamilton Presbyterian Church in Bethel Park for 35 years - and directed the musical productions at Upper St. Clair High School where I taught for 31 years before retiring in 1992. Our daughter, Diane, is a music teacher at South Allegheny Junior-Senior High School, and we three direct her musical productions now. When Sigrid died, probably mid-80's, we went to the funeral home in McKeesport. Her niece asked our names, and said, "Oh, my God, your pictures on on the piano in her living room." She always talked about Obbie and George. I remember she sent us a gift when our daughter was born. She had also taught our fathers, George McClintock, and Kenneth Tutein. She was a special person - demanding, exacting, and dedicated to her craft. Do they make them like that any more? She always drove with the windows in her car down - even in snow storms - because she couldn't hear otherwise! What a neat lady! Thanks for letting me reminisce - tears still come to the eyes. George McClintock, '57