Goodness sakes! I wish I could look as happy as Doug Fugitt, who developed a scholarship fund to help students go to college. Look at "that grin!"
Photo by Oscar Roloff.
by Oscar Roloff
While I was visiting at the Woodinville home of Doug Fugitt, he explained his concern for kids who find it difficult to enter college, and he's doing something about it. In this case, it's for certain South Dakota students. So far, Doug has given $44,000 for the Haines Memorial Scholarship Fund in Teacher Education.
A UW grad, Doug, now 83, is doing this scholarship giving in memory of his wife Dora and her three sisters, Marie, Ruth, and Marjorie, of the Haines family. The four Haines daughters had lived 44 miles southeast of Lemmon. The fund originated in 1985.
Boy! Did the four (and others) have it tough. One room, all eight grades, one teacher, all gave unstintingly of themselves. Suffered many hardships. Currently only Marjorie survives, and her recollections are fantastic and barely believable, but true nonetheless.
Some had to live at the small school, some had to bring the drinking water, get fires started, kids carried coal and wood to school, kerosene lamps were used, some had an outside pump with a bucket and a dipper for all to sip water from the bucket. Outhouses were the norm, and some teachers had to maintain them with catalogs.
Having married Dora, one of the four hardscrabble teachers, Doug was appalled at what he'd heard. (Shucks! I recall somewhat similar situations at schools on the Yakima Indian Reservation with outhouses, outside pumps and such.) After considering this hardship and the need to upgrade educational endeavors, Doug decided to establish the scholarship fund project for certain South Dakota kids to the tune of $44,000.
Doug calls himself a retired carpenter. Once when he tried to build a stairway, he could find no directions. So he up and wrote a book on building stairways, chock-a-block with illustrations. The book sold well.
When Doug mentioned he'd once lived in Colorado, I told him about my former boat engineer who later became a ranking naval officer. He'd told me of going to school in the boondocks of Colorado where they had one outhouse--for the girls. The boys had to "go" behind the bushes.
Doug's a fine fellow. When WWII erupted, quickly he enlisted and helped the free countries to survive possible enslavement.
We old vets have a lot in common, full of comradeship and remembrances. He's since remarried. They have a new book out. Fascinating.