Eleven years ago today: Death, destruction hit Joplin, Missouri

(This post was originally published on the Huffington Post and the Turner Report on May 23, 2011 and is included in the 10th anniversary edition of 5:41: Stories from the Joplin Tornado.)

Each year, my eighth graders at Joplin East Middle School look forward to their first official visit to Joplin High School.

They have heard the horror stories about the school, how they, as freshmen the next year, will need to stay clear of the seniors who have worked their way up to the top of the food chain.

They speak in hushed whispers of Eagle Alley, a near mythical hallway that one almost needs a guide to navigate.

That first trip, which was scheduled for Wednesday, will never happen.

Eagle Alley is a thing of the past. After the devastating killer tornado that ripped through the heart of my city Sunday night, Joplin High School, the place where so many of my former students have learned the skills they need to succeed in life, the place where they made friends, created memories, and prepared for their passage into adulthood exists only in memory.

At least 89 people are reported dead and hundreds injured as a result of the first major tornado to hit Joplin in four decades.

Those of us who were fortunate enough not to be in the path of the storm (it hit approximately a quarter of a mile from the apartment complex where I live) waited in the center of a darkened city, praying that loved ones had somehow managed to remain safe in what reporters were describing as a scene from a war zone.

With nearly all power gone in this city of 50,000, the night sky was still illuminated by jagged streaks of lightning in the distance and by the lights from emergency vehicles as they passed every few seconds.

When morning arrived, we were greeted by a sun that seemed almost foreign in light of what had happened.

And now the waiting begins. Every few moments I scan through Facebook postings, heartened by messages that indicate my students and former students are alive. So far, none have been listed among the casualties through word of mouth, but it may be only a matter of time. Officials have yet to release any of the names of those who were killed.

The Joplin School District has canceled classes for today and they may well be finished for the school year, which had another nine days to go. Three of our school buildings are gone forever and the middle school where I teach no longer has a roof.

Many of my former students received their high school diplomas Sunday afternoon during graduation ceremonies at Missouri Southern State University, commemorating their achievements over the past four years at Joplin High School. Now that ceremony, which should have been a memorable milestone in their young lives, will always be tainted by tragedy.

As I write these words, slightly more than 14 hours have passed since the city of Joplin was changed forever.

The welcoming sunshine of just an hour ago has vanished, replaced by darkening clouds and the steady, insistent rumbling of thunder.

And now we wait.

(Photo- East Middle School after the tornado/Randy Turner)

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From reviews for the 10th anniversary edition of 5:41: Stories From the Joplin Tornado:

I feel this is the best book on the Joplin event.

This book is a very meaningful read. It’s insane that it’s been 10 years since the tornado happened. Thankful that the authors could collect all these pictures and stories for us.

Great information and with photos never seen before , I highly recommend this to read and to give as a gift.

From someone who was right in the middle of the tornado it explains what we all went thru. If you're curious what it was like that day, this is your book.

5:41 is the most comprehensive book available on the Joplin Tornado, with the 10th anniversary edition featuring 528 pages and including more than 120 photos.

5:41 is available in Joplin at Always Buying Books, The Book Guy and Changing Hands Book Shoppe and is available from Amazon at this link.

Copies of the book can also be ordered directly from author Randy Turner at the PayPal button below or by sending $30 (including sales tax and shipping) to Randy Turner, 2306 E. 8th, Apt. A, Joplin, MO 64801

The Cup O' Nickels

At one point during my teaching days, I was in my apartment pondering the prizes for my occasional writing competition, the CA (Communication Arts) Olympics.

An Associated Press cup I had picked up years earlier while attending the Missouri Press Association's annual conference caught my eye and an idea hit me.

I left the apartment, drove to my bank and asked for two rolls of nickels. Returning to the apartment, I opened the rolls and poured them into the AP cup, except that it was no longer an AP cup.

Despite the letters on the cup, it would forevermore be known as the Cup O' Nickels (a play on Cup O' Noodles).

I thought of it as a one-time thing, but the students took to the nickels quickly and the cup became a regular feature in my classroom.

When I returned to my room at East Middle School after the May 22, 2011 tornado, I quickly located the Cup O' Nickels, caked in dirt, but a survivor and a welcome sight.

My thoughts turned to the Cup O'Nickels when Facebook posted one of its memories. I thought about sharing it, but Facebook wouldn't allow me to add the photo, so allow me to add it to this post.
This was from 10 years ago today.

"Productive day at school- I have finished all but a few grades, have my awards ready to present on Friday at the assembly, and wrote my thank-you cards for my 130 or so students (presented complete with a shiny nickel to prove that education pays, of course) . Three more days to go."

That was the last time I had the chance to follow my tradition of giving thank-you cards to my students and reaching into the Cup O'Nickels to provide them with a reminder of my class.

I miss those traditions and teaching, but I have a pleasant reminder of those days in my apartment- that former Associated Press cup, much cleaner than in the photo and filled to the brim, now and forever, the Cup O'Nickels.

Cherishing the memories left behind by victims of violence

Senseless acts of violence shatter the routine of our everyday life and hover like dark clouds over the families and close friends of the victims.

When violence happens in small communities, the circle of those who are affected spreads and all of us feel the effects.

Such was the impact of the murder of Barbara McNeely in the Northpark Mall parking lot in September 1977 to those of us in the East Newton and Missouri Southern communities.

In my book Lost Angels, I wrote about two other murders that impacted small communities in this area- the slaying of Hawthorne Elementary second grader Doug Ringler that rocked Carthage in December 1993 and the killing of Triway Elementary fourth grader Rowan Ford that changed Stella forever in November 2007.

Both of those murders were committed by people who were close to the family.

The same was true of the beating that led to the death of 3-year-old Jonathan Munoz-Bilbrey in Joplin in November 2017. The child was killed by his mother's live-in boyfriend.

 
Jonathan was a boy who loved Christmas and had his own special way of singing "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.' The holiday season was just beginning when Jonathan had his future brutally taken from him.

Another senseless act of violence that left an impact on Joplin took place March 8 when a Joplin man with a prior conviction for assaulting a police officer shot three Joplin Police Department officers, killing two and severely wounding the third.

I did not know the two officers who were killed. I knew the third officer, Rick Hirshey, from his time as the resource officer at East Middle School when I was teaching there.

I wondered how many times I might have seen Cpl. Ben Cooper or Officer Jake Reed while they were on duty and just took for granted the jobs they were doing and the risks they were taking each time they were on duty.

Their murders shocked me, and I am sure others out of our complacency. It is easy for us to appreciate our law enforcement community, but that appreciation grows even more when we think of them as human beings and we think of the sacrifices their families make as these officers serve our community.

It is important that we keep these people in our thoughts and prayers.

While violence sometimes takes loved ones away, it is important to keep their memories alive.

Stories on three victims of violence- Cpl. Ben Cooper and Officer Jake Reed of the Joplin Police Department and 3-year-old Jonathan Munoz-Bilbrey are included in my book Remembering: People Who Touched Our Lives.

Signed copies of Remembering are available now at Always Buying Books, Changing Hands Book Shoppe and The Book Guy in Joplin and at the Lamar Democrat in Lamar.

Remembering is also available at Amazon.

The soundtrack of our lives

(I just came across these memories of my days as a classroom teacher in a Facebook post from three years ago and thought I would share.)

When my students had writing assignments, I allowed them to listen to music if they had earphones. Those who did not were forced to endure having my musical collection, consisting mostly of songs from the '60s and '70s, but also dipping into the 1950s (and a few newer ones, but those were the exception.)

Most of the time the students just ignored the music and worked on the papers, but every so often they would request that I put some songs I had played for them earlier on the playlist.

Sometimes when they began asking for a particular song, I knew it must have been in some movie they saw. "America" by Neil Diamond was one of those.

Some songs they grew to like- Rick Springfield's "Jesse's Girl, the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black," Nilsson's "Coconut", Harry Belafonte's "Banana Boat song, were on that list.

One year, it was all the Four Seasons, especially "Big Girls Don't Cry." Another year, there was a brief Dave Clark Five outbreak.

Some of the kids liked all of the songs, because their parents, and in my cases, their grandparents, listened to the music.

I couldn't go wrong with the Beatles, the earlier Elvis, the Beach Boys or Johnny Cash. (Even the kids with the earplugs turned off their music after the first few notes of "Ring of Fire.")

One year, there was a girl who was not particularly impressed with my choice of music, preferring to hear singers like Britney Spears, who was popular at that time.

"Why do you listen to that music. It's old," she said, describing it accurately.

I told her about a recent article I read that said your musical tastes were defined during your teen years and the same music you listened to then will be the music you will prefer throughout your adulthood.
"The music you are listening to on your iPod is the same music you will want to hear when you are as old as I am."

I had a difficult time interpreting the look on her face. I thought it might be joy because she thought she would still be listening to good music in the future, but disgust in realizing that one day she was going to be as old as I was.

I have always thought the people who grew up in my era had a distinct advantage because Top 40 radio in the 60s covered such a wide range of music and I was able to appreciate rock, country, soul, easy listening and variations on each.

These days, many young people (and older people, too) limit themselves to just one type of music and radio stations are completely programmed to appeal to a narrow, segmented audiences.

All of these thoughts crossed my mind this afternoon as I am listening to a countdown of the top 40 songs from this week 50 years ago in May 1969.

So far, I have heard songs from the Beatles, Elvis, the Who, Frank Sinatra, Andy Williams, Glen Campbell, James Brown, the Supremes, "The iceman" Jerry Butler and Marvin Gaye.

And they haven't even reached the top 15.

If music is truly provides the soundtrack of your life, I have been lucky.

John Ford and T. R. Hanrahan: Another kind of journalistic courage

My admiration is unlimited for those men and women who are covering the war in Ukraine, risking their lives in pursuit of the truth.

When we think of courage in news coverage, it is natural to think of the war correspondents, but there are quieter forms of courage in journalism and two examples of such coverage were provided locally by two men who sadly are no longer with us.

John Ford guided the Neosho Daily News during one of the most difficult times in that newspaper's existence.

While the owners of the paper at that time, GateHouse Media, seemed determined to win a race to the bottom, Ford not only kept the paper afloat, but produced a quality product that the newspaper's owners did not deserve, but the paper's readers did.

During the whole time he was dealing with bosses who wanted him to do more with less and cut his staffing to the bone, Ford was also battling crippling health problems that eventually took his life.

T. R. Hanrahan had a different kind of courage, one in which truth was a guiding beacon and he would not let anyone, not even the people who determined his employment stand in the way of finding it.

When Hanrahan served as the adviser for Missouri Southern's award-winning newspaper, the Chart, he encouraged a group of young reporters as they pursued the truth, discovered it, and published it, a credit to their journalism skills and Hanrahan's guidance, but the cause of a trip to the unemployment line for Hanrahan.

Thankfully, he lived long enough to see his boss, Bruce Speck, also get the old heave ho and Hanrahan had the decency not to sing the one-hit wonder's Pink Slip Blues as the Speck area ended at Missouri Southern.

The stories of John Ford and T. R. Hanrahan are featured in my book Remembering: People Who Touched Our Lives.

Remembering is available at Always Buying Books, The Book Guy and Changing Hands Book Shoppe in Joplin and at the Lamar Democrat office in Lamar.

Signed copies can also be ordered directly from me through the PayPal buttons above or below, or by sending a check for $25 (including shipping and sales tax) to Randy Turner, 2306 E. 8th, Apt. A, Joplin, MO 64801.

Truman 1944 speech in Lamar featured in upcoming book

A picture can tell so many stories, as does this one taken August 31, 1944 when Democratic vice presidential candidate Harry Truman was warmly greeted in Lamar, the city where he was born.
You can see the Plaza Theater, which is still a fixture on the Lamar Square and the long-forgotten Lamar Leader, a newspaper that offered token competition to Arthur Aull's Lamar Democrat.

Truman arrived at Lamar after opening a full day of activities with a breakfast at the Connor Hotel in Joplin, followed by visiting the troops at Camp Crowder in Neosho.

The speech he gave that evening was one of the most important speeches of Truman's political career. Because FDR was busy conducting the war, it was this speech, which was broadcast nationwide and was covered on page one of the New York Times, that launched the Democratic side of the presidential campaign. People would know for themselves whether this largely unknown senator was worthy of the trust that Roosevelt had in him.

Truman was not a gifted speaker and had a tendency to rush through his speeches. To keep that from happening, the man who served in the job that today would be called media coordinator, only put a few words on each page of his speech. Because Truman was continually having to change pages, it slowed his speech.

At the time the man who introduced Truman, Sen. Tom Connolly of Texas, was considered to be a great orator and it was feared that he would overshadow Truman.

Perhaps he did, but if you listen to those speeches (and they are available on YouTube), Connolly delivers his speech in the bombastic fashion of the day, while Truman's speech was delivered in a more conversational style that would be perfectly acceptable in modern politics.

The information about Harry Truman and Lamar, as well as Wyatt Earp, Gerald Gilkey, Tom O'Sullivan, the state champion Lamar High School football teams of 2011-2017, Arthur Aull and others will be included in my upcoming book, Only in Lamar, Missouri: Harry Truman, Wyatt Earp and Other Legendary Locals. The official publication date is Monday, April 11, but the first signing for it will be held five days earlier, Wednesday, April 6, from 4 to 6 p.m. at the Mary K. Finley Library in Lamar.

A signing will be held at Always Buying Books in Joplin later in the month.

For those former Lamar residents or history buffs who do not live in the area, the book, which is available in paperback and e-book formats, can be pre-ordered through Amazon and will be delivered April 11

Copies of Only in Lamar, Missouri can be pre-ordered, publication date is April 11

The publication date for Only in Lamar Missouri: Harry Truman, Wyatt Earp and Legendary Locals is April 11, but for those who want to pre-order a copy, I was surprised to discover a few moments ago that the Amazon page is already live and books are pre-ordered and will be shipped immediately at the publication date.

The book includes chapters on the following Lamar legends:

Harry S. Truman, born in Lamar in 1884

Wyatt Earp, the city's first marshal, and the Earp Family

Gerald Gilkey, the longest serving mayor in Missouri history

Tom O'Sullivan, founder of O'Sullivan Industries

H. C. Chancellor, state representative and the leader of the successful drive to build Barton County Memorial Hospital

Jay Lynch, who murdered the Barton County Sheriff and his son and was later hanged by a vigilante mob, reportedly including some of Lamar's leading citizens.

Richard Chancellor- war hero and city leader

Admiral Freeland Daubin- Lamar High School graduate and commander of the U. S. submarine fleet in the Atlantic during World War II

Admiral Charles Lockwood- Lamar High School graduate and commander of the U. S. submarine fleet in the Pacific during World War II

Admiral Thomas Selby Combs- chief of staff for naval aircraft in the south Pacific during World War II

Dorothy Stratton, first director of the U. S. Women's Coast Guard Auxiliary, attended Lamar High School

Arthur Aull- owner and editor of the Lamar Democrat for 48 years

Madeleine Aull Van Hafften- Aull's daughter who continued the legacy for 24 years following his death

Brother Adams and his mules- They represented Lamar in the inaugural parade down Pennsylvania Avenue for President Truman in 1949

The Brotherhood- The Lamar High School football teams coached by Scott Bailey that brought home seven straight state championships (the book includes team photos from each team).

The book can be ordered at this link.