Shared stories, reflections and memories of how Tim and Mike helped shape our lives…
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by: Andrew Warner
The Ceruttis to me were like a second set of parents, growing up. The whole family is like a second family, but the care and love that Barb and Tim have always shown makes me feel like I'm one of the kids, always. Mr. Cerutti has always felt to me like the best of us. He is smart, kind, giving, strong, and has one of the best senses of humor of any one I have ever known. Whenever I would go over to the Ceruttis' to spend the night, I always looked forward to it, not only because Ben and I would spend all night playing Hard Hat Mack on the computer or hand hockey in he basement (which we would, and which was obviously rad), but also because dinner time in the Cerutti household was always such a unique experience for me. The Ceruttis, I can honestly say, were the only family whose house I would go over to only to find that dinner time conversation would shift on a dime into an intellectual challenge of some sort. You had to be prepared, as it kept you on your toes, it forced you to engage your brain, and it was always fun. Only later would you realize that you had learned something or challenged yourself in a unique way - you were learning all the time, even when it seemed like you were just having an enjoyable conversation. And that's it - somehow it never felt like Tim was not having fun. Whether it was at a sporting event or a trip to get food or even just lounging around at home, Mr. Cerutti has always greeted me and all of my sometimes ridiculous...everything with a smile and almost a knowing wink. He, like Ben who he raised, always accepted me for exactly who I was - even encouraged me to assert myself as the strange young man who would eventually grow up to be a very strange 40-year-old man. Some might say that was a terrible mistake, but I'd like to think I turned out okay, in large part because of Tim's generosity and love. I'd like to share a quick anecdote of something that has always stuck with me - I have always been in awe of Mr. Cerutti, and it is more than simply the man he is - which is impressive enough all on its own. I can only hope that this is still the case, as I haven't been to visit in far too many years, but in the garage, I remember Mr. Cerutti always had a life-sized statue of Bilbo Baggins, hairy feet and all, ready to scare the heck out of you when you went out to go grab a soda. But aside from that being a fun and mildly terrifying knick-knack to have in the home, to me it always stood for more than that - his willingness to have that around, and to utilize it in his teaching always represented to me an overwhelming respect for literature, a commitment to bringing learning to life, and a desire to engage you wherever you might be. As a little growing nerdling, loving all things Tolkien and swords and sorcery, this always seemed like an unfathomably cool thing for anyone to voluntarily keep in their house. The only thing that could have made it more impressive would have been to move it to the living room, but perhaps that's a bridge too far for anyone. I don't think I ever said this, but while other kids may have thought that the "cool" parents were the ones who would take them to R-rated movies or let them drink in the house, I always thought the coolest was the one with a life-sized Bilbo in the garage.
In all, Tim has always been one of my favorite people in the world, now and forever - an example of someone with intelligence, integrity, humor, love, and the deepest compassion and genuine interest in other human beings. Oftentimes, when I don't think I'm being kind enough, or understanding enough, or patient enough, I think back on all those formative years spent around Mr. Cerutti and I try my best to model my behavior on his. I love you, Mr. Cerutti, and want you to know that the family that you formed, and the children that you raised, and the values that you helped instill in them and in me have made me a better person, and made the world a better place. Thank you for everything you've given to me and countless others that you have come into contact with.
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by Megan Reta
Some of the best times of my adolescence were spent at the Cerutti house. Unlike my own family, they ate meals together at the kitchen table and Mr. Cerutti forced us to talk about school and life. Being your typical twelve- to fourteen-year-old, my go to response to any question similar to "How are you?" "How is school?" was a concise "Fine." This was never an acceptable response in the Cerutti home. Oh, no. Upon hearing that one syllable, Mr. Cerutti always came back with, "Fine? Fine? Just fine? How boring! Not great or excellent or terrible or wonderful, but fine? Come on! There has to be more than that!" I can't tell you how much I loved that response! It told me that he genuinely cared about my answer, that he really wanted to know what was going on in all of our lives. Another word you couldn't say around Mr. C? Like. Thirteen-year-old Megan, "It's like hard to like talk about stuff. Like, I don't know." Mr. Cerutti asked mockingly, "Like . . . like . . . like what?" It always drew a laugh, because he would say it in such a ridiculous valley girl way that truly highlighted how ridiculous we sounded. When telling a story, I frequently ended each phrase in a questioning tone. It always got me a, "Are you asking or telling?" You might think a person could feel judged with all that feedback, but I never did. On the contrary, he always did it in such a warm way so I couldn't help but feel loved and encouraged. Breakfasts in PJs at the kitchen table, waffles, laughter, grumpy and ruffled Mike, sleepy Maggie, Mrs. Cerutti orchestrating the cooking and setting the table, and Mr. Cerutti playfully teasing us. Road trips in the cool new van with the captains chairs that swiveled all the way around, participating in the sibling bickering with glee. Afternoons around a card table playing peanut (nobody else knows what I'm talking about when I ask them to play), the sound of hands and cards rapidly smacking on the thin table with comments egging each other on. So many conversations about softball players, poor calls, interesting plays and upcoming games, I almost thought I might have played the sport. The many phases of the unfinished basement - skating rink, school, arcade, dance club . . . Shannon ambling around the living room, leaving a pile of white fur everywhere she stopped to nap. There isn't one single memory about my time with Mr. Cerutti that stands out as a defining moment, representative of who he was to me. It's the aggregate of so many moments that, to this day, remind me of the feeling of warmth, love, comfort and security I felt when I was an extra member of the Cerutti family. I don't know who I would be today if I hadn't spent so much of my formative youth in their company, but I know I'm a better person for having known them all. Mr. Cerutti was a loving dad to me when my own couldn't be.
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by Rob Sandler, aka "the little brother crying at the sixth grade camp bus"
I have so many vivid memories of Mr. Cerutti inside and outside the classroom. Some are of him leaning back on his brown stool in class while reading The Princess Bride aloud or asking Tootsie Roll questions to the class. One memory is of one of my classmates named Blake raising his hand to ask one of his many ridiculous questions, and Mr. C, with a mischievous grin, calling on him by saying "Flake?" I always liked Mr. C's red T-shirt saying "We interrupt this marriage to bring you baseball season" -- even though I never really understood it until I got married
I learned so much just by spending time with him, mostly outside of school. Simple things like after I would sleep over with Ben at the old house in the city, and in the morning would go to the doughnut shop, was a thrill for me--my family didn't do that. But my greatest memories are of getting to know the depth of the man outside of the classroom. My greatest learning experiences came on road trips in the old van, whether to Springfield, Peoria, or Elephant Rocks, and we would stop at whatever McDonald's was along the way. No matter how surly and disheveled our
cashier was, Mr. C would go out of his way to find the manager, point at our cashier and tell the manager: "He's doing a great job." All of which, of course, left the managers and cashiers (and those of us kids who were with him) completely stunned. I also remember him lending me a bit of baseball advice beyond the realm of Ben's Ball. One time, we arrived way too early for a minor league game somewhere, and the team wanted volunteers to participate in some of the promotions between innings. Ben and I readily agreed to try to throw a baseball through a little hole in a board--and we both missed. Afterward, Mr. C coached us that we missed because we were aiming too hard instead of just throwing. He was right. I think about his gentle, humble ways of teaching all the time, and I try to model it with my own kids, especially now that I've become something of a home-school teacher during the coronavirus era. Many years ago, he gave me a first-edition hardback copy of Illusions, and he wrote a beautiful message inside it that I treasure to this day. Later on, I tried to repay the favor. I was perusing a used bookshop when I found first-edition hardback copies of Illusions and Watership Down. I tried so hard to think of something special to inscribe in them, but nothing I could think of seemed worthy, so I just gave them to Mr. C, hoping that he would be able to use them to pass on to other people who were special in his life. I think that's how many of us who have known him feel: so grateful to know him and to learn from him, but unsure how we can achieve the same levels of humility and brilliance.
As an adult, I've been thrilled to have our connection continue. I was so thrilled one time when he happened to be planning a trip through the city where I now live, and he wanted to get together with me and go to a ballgame together. I've been so glad to receive his handwritten responses to the Christmas cards I send with pictures of my kids.
One passage from Illusions succinctly sums up how I feel about Mr. Cerutti: "The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life."
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by: Andrew Wieser
My memory is failing me for a ton (or potentially even correct!) details but I’ll give it a shot:
Camp Memories
Mr. Cerutti was first introduced to my life as a PE teacher at Green Trails day camp – not sure if this is completely true (at all!) but I faintly remember him teaching us to play dodgeball (perhaps when the camp was at Highcroft for one year?) with the soft white stringy ball things.
The next few summers - I moved on to Green Trails Sports Camp where I saw him around with the day campers but I was able to get to know his son Ben as he was a camp counsellor when I was a sports camper.
Gifted Memories
Perhaps the strongest memory I have from Mr. Cerutti’s class: I first heard about the planes crashing into the world trade center on 9/11 (when I was in 8th grade). We weren’t able to watch live on TV and remember there was a bit of confusion at the start of it all. I think Mr. Cerutti stopped our lesson for at least a portion of the class and told us to remember that moment and I still do to this day.
I remember the top 5 wall – although I aspired to be on the wall I NEVER made it there! But I honestly think it humbled me but also drove me to want to be on that wall (Mr. Cerutti made being smart/a nerd be the cool thing!)
Lessons
Reading some good and complex books and having some good discussions (The Hobbit, Animal Farm, Flowers for Algernon)
Choosing an influential leader to learn and present on (Mahatma Ghandi)
Chicago Field Trip
Best story from this is that we happened upon a protest in the middle of Chicago on a weekday
(I think but would make more sense if it was a weekend). The protest was about legalising
marijuana and the protestors were chanting ‘we want pot and we like it a lot’. As 8th graders we
found this hilarious and know this became somewhat of our ‘trip chant’ because I remember
looking back at our 8th grade yearbook to see Kate Neumann and Melissa Allen both referenced
the trip and the protest.
Mr. Cerutti
I appreciated the reunions over the years at the house and I went back a few times and always felt welcome there.
I remember he is one of the most thoughtful, kind and happy teachers I’ve ever had. He was definitely the most creative and unique teacher. His style definitely was challenging but forced us to think outside the box and was often fun. I actually looked forward to his class. I know it’s a lot of random bits but I hope this helps!
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by: Marc Wielansky
I think back to my time in his 6th grade reading class at Green Trails often.
That year was a defining year for me in many ways where your dad and the rest of the 6th grade teachers taught us to take our education seriously. Your dad expected a lot out of his students but was willing to give twice as much back. I think back on his advice often regarding the importance of a good first impression. His advice was to always strive for the perfect score on the first assignment of the school year to set that expectation for the rest of the year. “A” students will always get the benefit of the doubt even if they slip a bit later I’m the year. I still think of that advice whenever I’m in a new situation making another first impression even now in my professional like.
Another favorite memory of mine from his class was a geography test on Europe the week Germany reunited. We were all very distraught over not knowing if we should answer the way we studied or the way it became. You dad made a big deal
joking about not being able to get it wrong. It seems silly now but left a lasting impression on me.
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by: Ivy Clark
Coach Cerutti never fails to put a smile on every player's face. I remember being nervous for my first week of tryouts as a
freshmen, totally unsure of what I was doing and where I would be placed. Cerutti made me feel at ease with a silly dad
joke and a big smile, encouraging me on. It was the same for my first varsity game later that season. He told me he had
complete faith in me, and that he would be there watching to cheer me on! Coach Cerutti will forever be one of my favorite
parts of playing in this program. His relentless cheerful attitude and his love for our team is unmatched. He never fails to
put everyone in the best mood possible. Thank you for reminding me that although softball is a competition, it should
never be played without a smile and fun.
Thanks for letting me be apart of this!
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by: Ralph Tidwell
Mike was a very good friend and principal. My children and niece went to McKelvey School where
Mike was the principal. I was the Construction Supervisor for Parkway School District. Mike was
also very supportive of me and we made a great team keeping the school in the best of shape.
Missed working with you Mike.
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by: Kati Mandula Kirkou
The last few months haven’t given me much time to myself and even less time to focus long enough to write anything down, but I have had time to think. And that, I have done a lot of! I’ve thought about my childhood and the amazing memories I have with my family. I’ve thought of my athletic career and the lessons it taught me. And how my coaching and teaching career shaped my adult life. One thing I learned from you that I always carry with me was something you said to me on one of our bus rides to a game. You said, in so many words, learn everything you can, from whomever you can, whenever you can. That statement has had such a profound impact on me. It reminds me to really pay attention to people and to try to understand not just what they are saying, but also what they have been through that brought them to those thoughts and opinions. This is a really crazy time to be living in, and I’m so thankful that I’ve had you as a mentor and a teacher in life. I’ll always remember our bus talks, our dugout talks, and our trips to camp. I had so much fun traveling on the big bus to the other side of Missouri to go to my only state tournament. So much happened that weekend. I don’t know if you remember, but I left for camp that Sunday when we returned from State. That weekend of the tournament I lost 2 male counselors and had to convince Casey’s brother to go with me. Then, at camp, I had a teacher fall out of a bunk and hit her head, I had a pipe burst in a cabin in the middle of the night, and I took an entire cabin to the hospital with carbon monoxide poisoning. What a week! But I was able to stay calm through it all and I attribute so much of that to you. You have always had a way of projecting calm, and making me feel like it would all work out. Especially when I left my pillow in the hotel room and Barb and my mom rushed back to the hotel to find it while we rode the bus to our game! I’ll never forget the hugs you gave me while my dad fought through his final days. I think coaching with you and Don and Bill helped me feel like I hadn’t totally lost him. My softball memories with him are intertwined with you guys. In so many ways, whether you realized or not, you stepped in as that figure for me. I’ve always thought I was on the more mature side, especially compared to my friends. But I was only 24 when I lost my dad, and I still needed him. You really filled part of that hole in my heart. I have to thank your kids for allowing me to have a little piece of you during those years, because it really was a big deal for me. You will forever be what I aspire to be as a teacher and as a human. You’re one of the strongest and positive men I know. Keep fighting, and know that you have touched so many lives. I love you with all my heart.
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by: Susan Silver
It seems like yesterday when both my daughter and son had Mr. Cerutti as their gifted teacher at Parkway Central. I would frequently hear that he was the best teacher who always raised the bar high to challenge them. As my daughter's softball coach, I watched him both on the field and in the dugout doing his part. He was constantly rooting on the team and promoting teamwork. In both of his roles as teacher and coach, he was always a good listener showing support and kindness. Even if the team or individuals weren't doing great, he would be by their side as they got through the rough time. When they were doing well, he would be celebrating with them. You could always tell by the smile on his face how much he loved teaching and coaching these kids. I will never forget his smile. A few years back my daughter and I had the opportunity to go out to lunch with Mr. Cerutti and his wife Barbara. The bond which my daughter and Mr. Cerutti shared was so clear as they reminisced about different games or classes. Barbara and I also chatted about the wonderful times we had watching the games and what a wonderful mentor and coach Mr. Cerutti was to so many kids. I have been in the school system for many years and in my opinion Mr. Cerutti is a legend. He is loved by so many students and parents. He earned so much respect over the years and he stayed in touch with kids even after they left high school. I remember Barbara and Tim hosting parties or having get-togethers at their home for many kids when they were in town from college. I always thought that was another thing which the Cerutti's did which showed their kind spirit. Both Tim and Barbara, who were both in the school system, always cared about students and it was clear they cared about and loved each other and their family.
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by: Tammy Tow
Dear Tim, I don't even know where to start...25 years of friendship is a lot to try and summarize in a letter.... I always enjoy the time we spend together...I love the stories you tell about your former students, then ones you adored and the ones about Tony...the ones about having nuns as teachers and working with nuns. (I can't imagine) I love how you always give your honest opinion/advice...and how you do so eloquently...I know you have had to tell me things that you knew I wasn't going to like to hear, but needed to hear it anyway....I knew you were right...I always appreciated that...I think you helped teach me to stand up for what I believed in and voice my own opinion (I am still learning how to say it nicely, I haven't mastered that yet). I love the book, Illusions...I am so glad you introduced me to it. I love teaching gifted...I am so glad you encouraged me to get my certification and just jump in...I was really nervous about teaching gifted and I will never forget you said, "Tammy, they are just kids! and you love teaching kids..." And, you were right again... I would never have been brave enough to go to Chicago with 40+ kids by myself.. I am so glad you went with me...it was good to have one responsible adult there...LOL! Camp is probably one of my most fond memories. I loved staying up late and listening to everyone's stories and laughing so hard my face hurt the next day. I will never forget the time you came back from the cave and you had bat guano on your shoulder. I still have the picture in my classroom. I loved dressing up for Halloween with our team...Wizard of Oz and Charlie Brown...we had a lot of fun...and you were right again when you said, "we are going to be the best team" I loved how you always made a point to say something positive during our team meetings or parent conferences. If you haven't noticed, I have said "love" repeatedly throughout this note...and that is no coincidence...I love you very much, Tim...I am proud to call you my friend....my mentor...
Love, Tammy Tow
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By: Andi Blaylock
Mr. Cerutti (it feels weird to call him Mike!) was my Principal at River Bend Elementary in the late 70’s.
I still remember - to this day as a 50 year old adult - when he pulled me and a few classmates aside when we were heard making fun of another student. He told us bullying others was a reflection of how we felt about ourselves, not anything about that person. What profound words well ahead of his time! I didn’t know he had passed but he has had an impact on me all these years later.
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By Jamie Buckwald
The "living toast" I surprised your dad with when I was a senior in high school - we went out to lunch and came back and he saw all the cars lined up on your street, wondering who was throwing a party. A true celebration fitting of his lasting impact followed - people gathered at your place, some he had not seen in years, others who wrote in and contributed stories/photos. That could be a fun book to look through with him now if you can find it.
Writing on your basement wall "Jamie Poz said hi to the house" (what an eloquent message!!)
Green Trails camp and meeting you!!! and Eddie Spaghetti and for once in my life actually getting to make it to home base because of Cerutti rules
the Random Acts of Kindness Club at PCMS - learning how to make being kind cool, in a nerdy kind of way - tootsie rolls always make me think of that club and of your dad
His wedding gift to me was a weekly letter for the first year after my marriage - Mike and I loved reading each one, and I have them all saved. Some contained stories from the past, others quips of advice, and most were also just real time reflections of his life, the joy he took in the extra "free" time with your mom. I will treasure them always. Mike still talks about "Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon" and the reference your dad made to him specifically, in terms of time, what matters, which is spending meaningful time as a family because it all goes by so fast
Playing Play it Again Jukebox with you and your parents - and my surprising amount of random knowledge of one-off one hit wonders from the 60s/70s thanks to my parents making me listen to oldies my entire childhood
The holiday reunions your dad would host at your house - staying for hours catching up with people I had not seen in years and meeting new people for the first time
His grading system for the gifted classes was its own classification - it made it impossible to phone it in or to be lazy and lean back on some fancy words without having a real grasp of the question being asked. I also lived for his "extra credit" questions which were usually hilarious and random and impossible
I remember one of the debates I got assigned in one of those classes was on the death penalty and it was the first time I remember really immersing myself in taking a position on something so controversial and complicated, and sorting through my Very Big Middle School Feelings as I tried to empathize with the position I had been assigned which was pro death penalty
the books. All of the wonderful books we read that he introduced me to. And the top 10 lists he would write in big posters in his classrooms - similar to the ones for Color Wars at camp and which team won. He made a love of literacy cool (again in a nerdy way - and introduced me to Watership Down and the Bridge to Terabithia and Princess Bride (which remains my favorite movie of all time due to the "As you wish" sentiment he often expressed) and the Hobbit and 1984 and Atlas Shrugged and big, giant, complex thoughts and ideas that he never made us too small to take on. he introduced me to "illusions" by richard bach and to flip randomly to various pages in the book when I was feeling lost, and it never fails to lead me to some insight. It also contained my motto "Happiness is a choice" - at least I think that came from Illusions, but perhaps your dad lifted that up himself to amplify it. that has become a guiding star for how to live my life and really shook me when the full scope of it landed. that being an optimist, being happy, is hard. it's an active, deliberate decision you make, not a resting state of sentiment. There have been moments when the easy choice would have been the opposite. And whether at work, navigating this global pandemic, or in relationships, leaning into this choice to be happy has helped me lead a purposeful life. Mike and I mentioned it in our vows. If one phrase could define me I think that would be it, and your dad introduced me to it. His impact on my life is hard to quantify and continues to be felt despite the years between when he last taught me in a classroom.
we had also often joked about an imaginary wedding - which probably in 2020 would not fly!! - but which at the time was fun and silly and sweet. All I remember is a rainbow cat I think was somehow involved??
his sense of humor, his empathy, his ability to talk to kids without condescension. his laugh, deep and real and frequent. his embrace of the unconventional. his talent for looking out for the little guy or girl. his intolerance of bullshit. his heart. he will forever be the best teacher i ever had, counting all college professors.
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By: Mary Mann
What can I say about Tim Cerutti?!! I met Timmy in 1970. My friend Debbie and I attended many baseball games and he was the pitcher and my future husband was the catcher. What a battery!! I mainly went to home games but sometimes I would skip class with Debbie and go to some of the away games. Timmy was an outstanding pitcher! He had a great arm but the best glove because he always borrowed mine. Steve only went to Harris for two years but their friendship lasted to the day is Steve died and Timmy and I are still friends. We don’t see each other much but when we do we don’t skip a beat. There are hugs, and talking only coming up for a short breath. Timmy was in her wedding in October 1973. After the ceremony he gave me such a big hug he tore my wedding dress at the shoulders. He’s lucky I wasn’t a fussy bride, and enjoyed the hug more than the dress. I got to watch Timmy and Steve play softball for years which was always enjoyable. I think he had his own glove by then, but who knows the way he lost things. Tim, Chuck and Steve would get together every year for the shoot out downtown. I think they enjoyed the basketball but enjoyed being together even more. Now I would see Timmy every year for the rules meeting for high school softball. Sometime Steve would be there and sometimes Susie but it was something I look forward to every season only because I knew I would get to see Timmy. He could’ve ran those meetings because he was so knowledgeable of the sport but what he should’ve have done was given clinics to the coaches because he was such an outstanding coach! He knew the sport but he knew how to treat his players to get the most out of them and he respected the game and his players which was very important! Something I just thought of was when Steve and I were on our honey moon, Tim and my friend Debbie went into our flat and put rice in our bed and fill the bathtub with balloons up to the ceiling. They also decorated with streamers but the rice and the balloons were more of an inconvenience but funny. We always had a great time with the two of them. Timmy was the best memory of Harris! The baseball field where we had to clear the glass in the rocks before they played, volleyball in the gym and sitting in the cafeteria playing spades and just talking.
These are my memories! Sent with love and prayers, MaryMann
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by the wonderful Doug Lewin
Outside of family, there is no one that has had a bigger influence on my life than you. My love for reading, my intellectual curiosity, the reason I became a teacher, the way I taught, and my way of interacting with children, all trace back to you. Your sixth grade class was a revelation. The Hobbit, Watership Down, Illusions, still some of the best books I've ever read. I still remember like it was yesterday how you taught us about irony by playing Billy Joel's Piano Man ("they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say man what are you doing here"). Your classroom was one open door after another, portals of discovery constantly arising, followed by intellectual and social discovery leading to the next. The spirit of camaraderie in that classroom is something I still look to create in social and intellectual interactions to this day. Luckily for me, my interactions with you didn't stop after sixth grade. I still thank my lucky stars I got to be a camp counselor, and later a teacher at Green Trails Summer Day Camp, working with you. Added up, I think it might've been nearly a decade of summers working with you and I loved every minute. As a middle school and then high school counselor I watched -- studied -- how you masterfully worked with kids. You always heard them fully and they felt heard. And loved. Every one of them. You may have gotten angry, it's hard to imagine a human being that doesn't ever get angry, but I never remember you getting angry. You loved what you did and it showed. I wanted that. I wanted that inner joy and deep satisfaction you had which came from teaching and learning from kids. I unconsciously copied you. Your way is imprinted deeply in me and I'm extremely grateful for that.
I also remember the trips we took out of St. Louis, driving on one occasion, at least, to Elephant Rocks and on another to a minor league baseball game. I treasured those times. I still remember you saying as we got close "We're almost halfway" whenever we'd ask how far away we were. When we pulled into the parking lot having arrived, you announced with that devilish grin you displayed when you had successfully set us up, "We're now halfway." And when we said but we're here, you said: "We still have to go back." We all groaned but you were deeply satisfied and laughed the laugh only one with deep contentment with the world can laugh. It was a laugh I heard from you often. All these years later I can still hear it and see the look on your face.
I also vividly remember your prowess at Trivial Pursuit. I marveled at you. Speaking of that devil grin, you would often, when there was a particularly difficult question and a new player, ask the number of the card. Upon hearing it you would quickly and authoritatively declare the answer leaving the newcomer to wonder if you had actually memorized all the cards. It was plausible because you were that good and you knew it. But man you hated that pink Arts and Entertainment category. If all you needed was orange, i.e., sports-- and that was your strategy, get the other five, then get orange-- it was over. I used to love talking sports with you. Your knowledge of Cardinals baseball was encyclopedic.
As a counselor, I'd sit by your side--you on a chair, me on a milk crate-- and pick your brain about Cardinals history and current teams (mostly history, it was the early 90's, not exactly a banner period of Cardinals baseball) while the kids played bombardment, a perennial favorite of all the campers, including young Max Sherzer. When one team got too far ahead, we'd break off our conversation to join the losing team to even the scales. You loved a close bombardment game like it was a great movie. That love of life was infectious; everyone around you felt it.
I remember the moment I wanted to become a teacher. It was in your classroom. I don't teach in schools anymore but I am a mentor for others and a teacher in many ways. Your influence is an undeniable and deep part of who I have become. I will be forever grateful.
The Sycamore and the Softball: Coach Tim Cerutti’s Life of Love
— By the talented Kate Wylie
Kate Wylie (she/they) is a poet from St. Louis, Missouri and 2023 Pacific University M.F.A. graduate. Wylie reads fiction for The New Southern Fugitives and serves the community as Assistant Professor at Webster University and Literary Obituaries Editor at Northwest Review.
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