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Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Every once in awhile a teacher touches a life of a student and encourages them to pursue the very profession taught by the teacher. Laurie was one such teacher.

 

Laurie Schmidt, Minnesota Middle School Teacher of the Year in 2020, dies at 57

Thurston Morton recalls the talk he gave to his class on the fundamentals of public speaking at Normandale Community College nearly two years ago. His subject was Laurie Schmidt, a special education teacher in Jordan, Minn., whom he called a "modern-day female Mr. Rogers."

Morton, who has autism, described the powerful impact Schmidt had on his life when he was a student at Jordan Middle School — including encouragement from her to help younger autistic students with their school assignments.

"She was there for me whenever I needed her," said Morton, now 23. "She was friendly and outgoing. She always gave you a reason to smile whenever you went in her classroom. She was there to talk to when times were tough."

Schmidt, who taught reading, writing and math to 12 to 16 autistic students each year along with communication and social skills, died of breast cancer Aug. 19 at her home in Jordan. She was 57.

"She took all her students under her wing," said Lorri Komisar, a close friend.

"She wasn't a good teacher — she was exceptional," said Ben Bakeberg, the middle school principal. "She loved kids. She pushed them when they needed to be pushed, encouraged them when they needed encouragement and knew her content well. But she knew that kids were more important than any content that she taught."

Schmidt was named Minnesota Middle School Educator of the Year in 2020. Rose Johnson, a teacher of students with special needs at the school who had nominated her for the award, said Schmidt became an expert on autism by continually studying the subject. She was sought out by other autism teachers for information and advice, Johnson said.

In the summer Schmidt would take students on field trips so they could learn social norms, including visits to the Minnesota Zoo and to a program that packed food to send to children overseas, said Rose Gulbranson, another teacher at the school.

Schmidt was born in Minneapolis and raised in St. Louis Park, where she graduated from high school. She received a bachelor's degree from the University of Minnesota Duluth, and a master's from St. Mary's University in Winona.

She taught elementary school in Superior, Wis., before taking a substitute teaching job at the Jordan school in 2004 and becoming a full-time teacher there the following year.

In 2013 Schmidt was diagnosed with cancer. "She was a remarkably positive patient," said Dr. Dylan Zylla, her oncologist. "She wanted to work even when she was sick. She wanted to be there for the kids. She would always ask about side effects [of her treatments] and how it would impact her work."

Schmidt had an adventurous spirit. "She wanted to go to all the county fairs in Minnesota, and I bet she went to half of them," said her father, Larry Schmidt of St. Louis Park.

"She was always a history buff," said her brother David, of Jordan, who added that she liked to stop and read historical markers wherever she was driving. Her goal was to visit all 50 states; she managed to get to 49 of them, but didn't reach Hawaii because of the COVID-19 pandemic and her illness. So colleagues held a Hawaiian luau for her on June 30.

Even as she grew more ill, she talked about making plans to return to school in September or help with the transition for her replacement, said her half sister Emily, of Los Angeles: "She was so very selfless."

Schmidt is also survived by her mother, Irene Sari of Minnetonka; half sister Annie of Robbinsdale; and half brother Aaron Sari of Minnetonka. Services were Monday.

Randy Furst • 612-673-4224 Twitter: @randyfurst

Friday, August 13, 2021

 This is the anniversary week of the 91 world series champions Minnesota Twins.  Tom Kelly Sr. describes his son, Tom Kelly Jr. who died recently on a golf trip to Florida. This is the article in the Star Tribune.SPORTS

His victories won, his loss forever painful, Tom Kelly is Minnesota's baseball man

Patrick Reusse 

The Twins were two hours removed from having won the 1991 World Series. Now, early on this Monday morning, manager Tom Kelly was in his Metrodome office, working on victory cigars with Lunch McKenzie, a baseball man and a partner in running the "TKs'' franchise in a fantasy football league.

Kelly was trying to get the final totals from Sunday's football action, when his son, Tom Jr., sitting a few feet away, observed: "I don't know why you didn't play Derrick Fenner.''

Tom Sr. shook his head in disappointment and said: "Derrick Fenner and Drew Hill, we didn't play either of them. We left 20 points sitting on the bench.''

Junior was 12, and already aware second-guessing fantasy football decisions was more fertile ground than second-guessing his father's baseball decisions.

On this past Wednesday, the father was sitting at the kitchen table in his Maplewood home, talking about life, long-ago victories and devastating loss.

In the next room, there was a photo of Tom Jr. sitting on a table, along with small memorabilia. Nearby, there were a couple of photo boards prepared by his stepmother, Sharon.

There was also an urn with Tom Jr.'s remains, which were entombed on Friday morning, after a funeral service at Transfiguration Catholic Church in Oakdale.

Tom Jr. died on Jan. 16, at 42, while on a golf trip to Scottsdale, Ariz. He missed a tee time, which had never happened. His companions checked their friend's room in an Airbnb and he was unresponsive.

"Tom was there with the Walshes,'' Tom Sr. said. "They were his second family in the Twin Cities, his second home. We still don't have an official cause. It reads 'unknown' on the death certificate.''

Kelly paused and said: "It was the middle of COVID. The coroner's office was swamped and short-handed. They gave it their best. And there was a policeman down there, he was unbelievable in helping us.''

He paused again and said: "We'll probably never know the cause. People have suggested 'embolism,' but that's only a guess that makes some sense.''

The church service was put off due to COVID restrictions. "Tom had friends … a huge number of friends,'' Kelly said. "I think we heard from most of them. We wanted to wait until his friends could come to a church. And then we tied it in with this weekend, with people coming back for the Twins' '91 championship reunion, if they wanted to be there.''

Tom Jr. was a volunteer on the clubhouse crew. He was an occasional batboy. "With batboys, in '91 for sure, we went with who was hot,'' Kelly said. "If we were swinging the bats, you kept the batboy duty. And if we cooled off, we would bring down the senior man, Clayton [Wilson], to break the slump.

"Tom knew the game, even at a young age. If there was a man at second and we got a hit, he wasn't going to be running out to the plate and grab a bat until the play was over.''

What will be remembered primarily at Target Field this weekend will be the hair-raising seven-game World Series victory over Atlanta: Kirby Puckett's heroics to keep the Twins alive in Game 6, Jack Morris holding off the Braves for 10 innings until pinch hitter Gene Larkin could bring home Dan Gladden with the lone run in Game 7.

My view has been that the most talented team the Twins beat among the four (Detroit, St. Louis, Toronto and Atlanta) on the way to the World Series trophies was the Blue Jays in the '91 American League Championship Series. This theory was offered to Kelly.

"I don't know if I've thought about that,'' he said. "Pitching is what I always looked at going into a series, regular season, or when we had a chance to play in October.

"Toronto had good starters, Jimmy Key, Todd Stottlemyre, Tom Candiotti, but the one that really concerned me was Juan Guzman, the rookie righthander. He had a ball that went like this …''

Kelly made a gesture with his right hand swerving hard to the left and said: "I kept thinking, 'How are we going to hit that?' I thought we got a little break when they went with Candiotti in Game 1 and not Guzman. No disrespect to Candiotti; he was an outstanding pitcher and competitor. But I felt like we had a better chance with the knuckleball than this thing.''

Kelly's right hand swerved again, then he went back to the Toronto-was-toughest theory again and said: "That Blue Jays lineup … they had some people. That Game 3 we won up there, when Scott Erickson gave us his best four innings with an elbow that wasn't that good that night, and then we went to David West, and he got us eight outs.

"I think what happened is Joe Carter came around and hit a ball in those seats you couldn't even see, way up there, but it went foul. The rest of the Blue Jays saw that and started swinging out of their shoes at David's fastball, wanting to reach those seats with a fair ball.''

Kelly turns 71 on Sunday. He gave up managing the Twins 20 years ago. The intrigue during a conversation with him is always what has stuck in his mind.

Asked about when he first saw Kirby Puckett as a player, Kelly went back to managing the Twins' team in the Florida Instructional League in Clearwater and St. Petersburg in the early '80s — steaming fall heat and long days starting with Kelly and co-coach Rick Stelmaszek dragging the dew off the grass right after dawn.

"Kirby didn't pull the ball at all then,'' Kelly said. "He hit everything to right field, and ran like the wind. We would work on bunting a half-hour every morning. I'd say, 'First pitch bunt … perfect, or foul. If it's a perfect, you got a hit. If it's foul, you have two swings left.'

"We started off playing him in left field, which was wrong. And Kirby was quiet … didn't say a word. Oh, boy, did that change. But this is what I remember most:

"There was a big lefthanded pitcher, country guy I think, and he and a couple others would be on Kirby every morning — to the point it was almost bullying. I could've said something, but I waited, wondering what Kirby was going to do.

"One morning, he stood up, stared at them angrily and said: 'No more.' I still remember that: 'No more.' And that pitcher and his pals never said another word to agitate Kirby.''

Puckett has been gone since March 2006, a massive stroke eight days before his 46th birthday, also in the Phoenix area. Stelmaszek, the other half of the Kelly-Stelly combo, died in November 2017 from pancreatic cancer at age 69. And now Tom Jr., 42, cause unknown, a pain that still can strike his father at a moment's notice.

Friday, there was the goodbye for Tom Jr., and the start of the reunion for the second of those two World Series winners in five seasons — championship teams that might have taken root on the hot fall day four decades ago when Kirby Puckett, Hall of Famer-to-be, reached his limit.

"No more'' to "See you tomorrow night.''

That journey was covered, and much that followed, during a 100-minute conversation with Kelly on Wednesday morning. As I was leaving, the phone rang.

Sharon answered and said: "Tom, Tony La Russa's on the phone.''

Thursday, August 12, 2021




May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 5:13

 Sometimes a person has to slow down and take a stroll through a loved one's cemetery. I did that recently remembering our little girl Maria who died unexpectantly early Sunday evening June 10th, 2007. It's been 15 years now when she died, but it still seems like yesterday. 

As I strolled around this country cemetery with the Now Then Threshing show in clear view and horses grazing nearby, I saw many shepherd hooks with some of the best decorations on the sites marking other's families deceased children, and young adults.  I've learned that families want to be able to share memories of their deceased children. They want to share stories of the good celebrations from their theme birthday parties, field trips to family gatherings. Most people are afraid to go to that place with bereaved parents. Sometimes, insensitive comments are given, maybe not intentional, but because they don't want to go that place to listen, to console, and to cry with them.  

I heard some people say how they do not like going to funeral services because it makes them feel bad, but when they make those kinds of comments they forget that a service isn't about them, but about supporting the family in crisis.

The loss we suffered in 2007 helped bring meaning to accepting Christ as my Savior in the early spring of 1974 at a little community church in the Minnetonka Mills neighborhood. I learned since that moment that God never promised there wouldn't be suffering- there would be but when there is Jesus will be the good shepherd guiding us through all of the perils of life. 

I also learned that not only is Jesus real, but heaven is also real. When our final breaths are taken on this earth, we instantly take our first breath in the presence of the King of kings, Lord of lords, Jesus Christ.  I know that when Maria went to heaven she woke up with a brand new spiritual body, not her physically impaired one. That hope goes to all of us who find ourselves with bodies that are decaying and energy reserves that are declining that one day we will see Christ in a brand new heavenly body where there will be no more tears and no more sorrow.  



I learned that life is short. We have a responsibility to make sure we have Jesus Christ in our hearts for that is the assurance for eternal life. You can know for sure by praying this prayer: Dear Heavenly Father,

I’m sorry for the wrong things I’ve done. Please forgive me. I believe your Son died on the cross for my sins and rose from the dead, and because of this I will enter into heaven when I die. Jesus, come into my heart and be my Lord and Savior. I willingly give you my life. Now, Father, help me do your will. Thank you again for saving me! In Jesus's name, I pray. Amen.


The final thing we should remember is to always be willing to share your life's story. People need to see how you handle suffering and your story of how Jesus picked you up and carried you through some of the darkest periods of your life is one way of giving them the hope they need to hear. Hearing your message may lead them to the cross of Christ into the arms of the living Savior.

I learned in my journey of grief that my God is an awesome God and Jesus is alive and living in my soul. Now that is a promise you can take to the bank.