James Morgan Siewart

When I was a young student teacher at Findlay HS (fall, 1967), my cooperating classroom teacher was an old gentleman who was retiring. He basically handed me the keys to the room, the textbook, and gave me very little guidance. Fortunately for me, Mr. Siewart was teaching across the hall from me. He discovered that I too had attended Clay High School (where I later returned to teach for 39 years), and proceeded to take me under his wing. I could tell that he was a popular teacher with...