Tuesday, December 6, 2022
Mr. Haist taught me and my sister at Blackbush for a few years. Two things that I recall readily, are his broad grin, and when we would play baseball at lunch hour, and he would join in. He hit the ball into Les Adam's field and the boys would jump the fence on to retrieve it. Mr, Haist would play in his suit and very seldom remove his jacket. These are good memories. RIP
