2010 picnic- the particpants

The boy scouts, the lions club, town banks, area schools, Freshtown, the chamber of commerce, food pantries, historical societies, the library and individuals all came and set up booths of interest. There was pie, cake, popcorn, apples, and BBQ chicken!

the 2010 picnic- a success!

Thanks to Corey Bush, Ed McGhee and friends we had music and a fine time in great weather. All teachers got pins and ribbons to identify themselves. The whole community turned out to celebrate, catch up, and enjoy the picnic together under the pavilion

Leola Morrison Downey

Leola Morrison Downey taught for 25 years - first in Millerton and then at Webutuck. I’m periodically asked: “What was it like to you have your mother as a teacher?”

It was my good fortune...and it had very little to do with the classroom.

On a personal level, growing up in the household of a teacher means living in an environment where information and thinking are valued. High standards are set. Your homework had better be done and you better do the best you can in anything you undertake. Though not always evident to me as a child, the value of that approach to life has become clearer over time.

On a broader level, because students reflect the community and family from which they come, my mother’s observations about young people gave me an early education about the complexity of the human mind and spirit. They also helped me better understand the factors which shaped the lives of my contemporaries and my community. The enduring value of those insights is greater than any I’ve received from my formal education.

Of course, there were some downside risks. My oldest friend has a wonderful sense of humor. He laughs easily and often. His classmates figured that out at an early age. Typical of young boys, we would make adolescent remarks under our breath in class to try to make him laugh. When he did, the teacher would reproach him and we would sit with innocent looks on our faces. In one of my “what-was-I-thinking-moments”, I tried it one day in my mother’s class. She looked right beyond my friend and said” Downey, cut that out” Nothing was said at dinner that night... nor did it need to be.

Among my mother’s papers, I found the following unattributed magazine clipping. I suspect she saved it because she agreed with it and found in inspiring. I gave a copy to her grandson, Evan, when he began his teaching career. If she were here now, this is what I think she would share with you about the importance of both her profession and her craft:


What Does It Mean to Be a Teacher?

It means stimulating young people to ask the great questions more than it means giving them the right answers; it means opening young minds to the excitement of new ideas; it means the adventurous search for all the great noble examples of people who have gone before us.

Lee Downey & Vi Simmons- A Special Friendship

Miss Simmons knew me before I knew her. The connection was my mother.

Leola Morrison (Downey) and Violet Simmons met at the New York State College for Teachers at Albany in 1928. Students of modest means - as they both were - earned their room and board by working in the homes of families in Albany. Their interest in history, their wonderful senses of humor and their common experience of working their way through college led to a close friendship.

In 1934, Mom had finished some graduate work and Miss Simmons - who had returned to Millerton to teach 7th and 8th grade - told her of an opening for a 5th and 6th grade teacher.

She got the job. The fact that Miss Simmons’s father was president of the school board may have helped. When Mr. Simmons sent her information about her new job, he wrote on the back of it: “You’ll have to make good; I told the Board you were a wonder.” Why should we be surprised that Mom and Miss Simmons preached the gospel of high expectations?

Also written on those materials was the admonition: “Boyfriends for young lady teachers not encouraged.” Mom didn’t always take direction well. During her first few years of teaching, she took a shine to a handsome, charming guy who operated a gas station at Millerton’s checkerboard corner. She and Gus Downey were married in 1939.

That’s how I came into the picture.

The first significant memories I have of the relationship between my mother and Miss Simmons were from the period when Miss Simmons began to lose her vision. Her retinas began to detach and it was a frightening and difficult time for her. I have a recollection of many conversations between them about this and of my mother’s concern. Ultimately with the help of the medical community and the encouragement of her friends and colleagues - especially Dr. Josephine Evarts, Diane Hutchinson ( a nurse and former student), my mother and our superintendent, Myron Rindsberg - Miss Simmons decided to continue to teach.

As time passed, I grew to know Miss Simmons as a teacher and then as a friend. On the afternoon of her 90th birthday I called her and she told me with amazement and gratitude of all of the people who had contacted her that day. The next morning, sitting in her chair waiting for Alan “Dewey” Merwin to drive her to her regular hair appointment, she had a heart attack and died.

Like my mother, Miss Simmons had a remarkable ability to adjust to change while not changing in any fundamental way. During 48 years of teaching she saw extraordinary changes in her profession, in the students she taught and the world in which she taught them. During nearly half of that period she dealt with the trauma of diminishing eyesight. She adjusted, she persevered and she excelled.

Those values which guided her life have now found permanent expression in the Violet H. Simmons Scholarship Program which was started to honor her retirement and which she generously endowed at her death. The Program, with the help of the Berkshire Taconic Community Foundation, is administered by the Trustees of the Violet H. Simmons Scholarship Fund, Inc.; PO Box 496, Millerton, NY 12546.

by Ed Downey, class of '63

The Terni Clan's Long History as Educators

Shortly after arrival in Millerton, most folks soon find their way to Terni's Store for a dish of ice cream, a cold soda, a paper, or even a glimpse of Millerton, the way it used to be.

A Country Store, in the purest sense of the word, Terni’s has been a presence on Main Street since the early 20th century. Featuring a diverse range of merchandise from fishing tackle, and candy, outdoor gear by Woolrich, Pendleton and Filson, to newspapers, magazines, case knives, and imported cigars - a warm welcome is still the most memorable aspect of the store.

Phil Terni, who now runs that familiar and long-time family establishment, is both the son (Assunta Terni , also known as "Madame Terni", was his mom)and husband of a teacher(many of you will remember wife Ellen W. Terni who taught at the Webutuck Elementary School and is now retired). There are many more teachers in the Terni clan .

Phil Terni's Aunt Esther

Phil's cousin, Susan Terni Taff, a former teacher - of course- wrote a reminiscence about her mom for our "Year of the Teacher" salute to the outstanding educators we have known. Our friends from Pine Plains easily recognize the name Esther "Esterinna" Peppe Terni.

Esther was born on April 21, 1912 to Archangelo and Maria Esternia Proia Peppe, the fourth of nine children. She grew up in Pine Plains, N.Y., loving music and caring for her younger siblings. She attended Seymour Smith Academy and the University of New York at New Paltz, where she graduated in 1934 as a teacher of kindergarten and primary grades. She taught at Jackson Corner one-room schoolhouse at the age of 19 as part of her teacher training.

Unidentified children at Jackson Corner school in 1931. Ester is in the center, back row

Cousin Susan writes: “My mom loved teaching and I believe she was quite good at it. She seemed to find the best in each student. She taught third grade most of her career... and, yes, she did try to encourage me to go into teaching, but I resisted. She was pleased when I finally started teaching later in life. My oldest sister was a teacher, as were some of my mother's siblings. My mother was forever going to night school to further her education, all while raising a family and working. I don't know how she did it! She had a lot of support from my father.”

Even after retiring, she served as a substitute in the Enfield School System until well into her 70s. Esther's greatest passion was for her "Teacher's Pet", her cottage at Point O'Woods Beach in South Lyme, where she spent the summers for over 45 years.

In 1937 Esther married Stephen Terni of Millerton, N.Y.

Stephen Terni and Phil's father, Art Terni, were brothers.
Esther's sister, Evelina Peppe-Lyle who is married to Chet Lyle, long-time Millerton insurance broker now living in nearby Connecticut.

Phil Terni says of his mom, the legendary 'Madame Terni' :

letter to the Millerton News back in June(6-17-10).

Watch your languages
My mother, Mrs. J.H.W. Terni, was the language teacher at the Millerton High School and later at the Webutuck Central School, retiring in 1972. When first she taught here, in the year of 1929, she taught Latin, French, and if I remember her saying correctly, Greek. The Greek was only offered for a short time, but she did continue with the French, Latin and English for many years after.

Phil goes on later to add: "I didn't think much about my mom being a teacher...at the time. Now I regret that I was not a better student. I never asked for help with my homework, for example.

My mother was from a little town called Marathon, New York. At Keuka College she developed a love for languages. When she came east to teach, she was popular and always had a good time.

She retired in 1972, but went back to school to coach her Regents Latin students who needed three years of Latin and had only one year when she retired.

She always loved music. She played the piano for musicals at the high school and played the organ for various churches in Millerton.

Her real favorites were her pets...dogs with classical names: Argus, Midas and Caesar.


Photo of Terni's Store courtesy of Jenny Hansell

Anne Moore Blownstine

One of my favorite teachers was Anne Moore, later, Blownstine, who taught American History when I was in high school. In the thirties and forties she was also the coach of many a winning girl's basketball teams at Amenia High School

She had such enthusiasm for her subject that it sparked one's interest in spite of the sometimes dull parts of history. We were still in the midst of World War II when I was in high school, and she certainly helped us understand the causes and effects of the war and as it was happening she traced the progress of the Navy as it captured island after island in the Pacific- - we certainly learned our geography as well as the current events that were to become history.

I didn't know it at the time but she was a relative of the Murphy family and therefore my husband-to-be, Jim. They clashed occasionally and he was not as enthusiastic as I about her teaching. I think the reason Jim didn't like her was the subject. At that time he was milking cows twice a day and coming to school full time--real study was not on his agenda--except for Physics taught by Howard Lonsdale whom he liked as a teacher very much as well as liking the subject.

The photo in this article has been provided by Jim’s sister Catherine Murphy.

I have fond memories also of Gertrude Foley and "Mac" Kinney but Arlene Iuliano has already ably covered them. (See blog archives.)

Charlotte Murphy

Rose McKean- Romancing the Language

We have recently had the good fortune to be in touch with an old friend from Amenia, Ken McKean. Ken grew up in Amenia and now lives in Florida having had a distinguished Air Force career. We wanted to do a little reminiscence about Mrs. McKean for the Schoolhouse Blog. When we asked Ken what he might feel about such a thing, he answered in the affirmative and included this brief little scene:

Time--- 1947/48
Setting--- Amenia High School---- Freshman classroom

Teacher--- Mrs. Rose S. McKean

Student--- Kenneth R. McKean

Situation--- Either Algebra 1 or Latin I class

Teacher asks-- are there any questions?

My hand goes up--- am never recognized!

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Situation--- home on South Street in Amenia

Kenneth comes downstairs from doing homework with a question concerning either Latin or Algebra homework

Mother, sitting at dining room table grading papers, tells me for the 257th time, "Kenneth--- you know I am your teacher and cannot give you extra help at home" !!!!

End of Freshman year: Social Studies = A, English= A, Biology= A, Latin= D & Algebra = D.

Fall of 1948 I commence my plebe year @ Culver Military Academy, IN--the turning point in my road to "book learnin" & maturity.


I learned in later years that Miss Staunton, Mrs. Foley, Mr. Bonville, Miss Cogan & Mrs. Tripp, all counseled her to at least give me a chance ? !

Looking back---- a blessing in disguise?






Rose S. McKean was one of that cadre of very fine teachers that made up the Amenia High School, later to be the Webutuck Central School , faculty. Mrs. McKean had the thankless job of introducing endless numbers of the local progeny to Latin and French. She never gave it less than her best. For some of us it was a mystery never to be penetrated. For others of us, however, it was as if a light had gone on in our social and intellectual development.
Mrs. McKean’s favorite trick on Day One (or is it Day I?) of Latin I was to arrive for the class carrying three dictionaries--Latin, French, and English. She proceeded to demonstrate that fully half of the English dictionary came from the Latin one. She illustrated this by opening the English dictionary to the middle and leaving it flat on her desk. But fully ninety percent of the French dictionary came from the Latin one! That, too, was deposited on her desk in a ninety to ten ratio. It was a stunning object lesson to the novices who were about to embark on the study of a dead language.
Mrs. McKean knew as well as anybody that to study a language is not only to learn the grammar and vocabulary, but it also to enter a different civilization, a different world view, and a different way of thinking. For me her enthusiasm was everything. She encouraged one to learn to learn more deeply about the individual culture. That is precisely what happened to me at university where I pretty much devoured what the French department had to offer. I was always assured that my background was so strong, I would have an enjoyable time of it. And so I did.

One of the interesting things about working in a language that is not your own is that you do begin to see the logic, the rhyme and reason of the other country, if you will. In my case, I learned this rule again from her when I ran into trouble with first year Algebra. It was a complete and total mystery to me, and I began to fail badly. Fortunately for me, my parents asked Mrs. McKean to tutor me; to see if she could get me going. She approached it as if we were learning another language with its own syntax, rules of grammar and such. Within a few weeks she had me seeing the light.

And to this day I think of Mrs. McKean whenever I hear someone say something involving unknowns; I find myself saying ‘ Two trains leave Chicago at the same time going in different directions… ‘

Barnett Epstein

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