Arthur J. "Art" Busekist

He was a great teacher he refused to let me give up. He worked with me and pushed me hes a big reason i made it through high school .

My deepest sympathy to the Busekist family. Art was a great teacher and respected colleague at Parkway North.

Thank You Mr Busekist for making history exciting for so many of us. You were never and will never be forgotten.

I am Greg Patterson. My late mother, Martha Teeter Bullard of Jasper, Mo. was Marvin Teeter's younger sister.

I came to know Art through Nancy and we talked regularly about the Kansas City Royals and the Detroit Tigers and about Nancy.

A few times they visited Kansas City and we shared a meal.

Art was such a good guy and such a good caregiver to Nancy.

Those phone calls at odd times will be missed. I had hoped to come to St. Louis this Summer and visit them while...

Mr. Busekist was an awesome teacher. He touched the lives of so many students. I met him at Parkway North when our children Marty Kofsky and Shelley Kofsky participated in Students in Politics Club. I chaperoned a trip to Jefferson City with him for a visit to the capital and the prison. We broke for lunch and Art and I met up with Paul at Arias Pizza. I remember telling Paul to "order what you want.your Dad is paying for it!" Paul laughed and Art said "well he would pay for Paul's...

Art was a good neighbor,
He was interested and supportive to the Bel Nor community. He had a keen sense of humor too. May he RIP

He was a wonderful supporter of International Partners in Mission. I also appreciated his care and concern for our international students at Eden Seminary. He will be missed by many.

God Bless Mr. Busekist and his family. He was a great teacher inside and outside the classroom. He was also a great mentor and a dear friend.
Dan Harms LHSN class of '68'

I'm sad to hear this. He was my 9th grade Honors Social Studies teacher. I wish I had tried harder to track him down to tell him a couple of things.
1. Indochina. He was teaching us about French Indochina and the 1950's. I clearly remember "correcting" him, telling him he must mean Indonesia. Thirty years later, my face is still hot with shame. I learned to check my facts first before opening my big mouth. He was very patient with me.
2. The kind of teacher I chose to be. We were...