Ed Haddaway

Profile Updated: August 30, 2018
Residing In Albuquerque, NM USA
Spouse/Partner Barbara Forshay
Homepage EdHaddaway.com
Occupation Artist
Children/Grandchildren/Great-Grandchildren Emily Haddaway
Yes! Attending Reunion
What have you been doing in the last 50 Years?

breathing

AHHS Memories

I have forgotten all my favorite memories and memorized new ones.

Ed's Latest Interactions

Hide Comments
Ed Haddaway has a birthday today.
Oct
24
Oct 24, 2018 at 3:34 AM
Ed Haddaway updated his profile. View.
Aug 30, 2018 at 10:28 AM
Ed Haddaway has left an In Memory comment for Scotty Moncrief.
Jun 23, 2018 at 3:33 PM

Highschool was not a place I particularly wanted to be. I was painfully shy and just the thought of talking to girls was formidable at best. 

 

In what must have been our Junior year Scotty Moncrief sat next to me in Mrs Skupaka's biology class.

I didnt know it but my grandfather had once had business dealings with her grandfather.

Much to my dismay Scotty was friendly...she talked to me and laughed at my jokes.

 

One day Mrs Skupaka held up a drawing I had done of frog anatomy or something and told the class that we all needed to do a better job of showing the nature of things in our drawings. She said that she didnt think I would ever be an artist but that I could still do a better job. 

A number of people in the class started laughing because I had been singled out in elementarty school as having art talent. Scotty began teasing me about being an artist.

 

I did go on to pursue the arts and years later when I was on a grant from the NEA I met Mrs Skupaka again . She was working for the Albuquerque school district and I told her the story. Also years later one of the Moncriefs bought a sculpture of mine.

 

After my junior year I never talked to Scotty again, but talking to her in that class remains a very special memory to me. 

It reminds me of those formative years and learning to communicate with the opposite sex

 

Of course in our senior year, Scotty, Mike Smith, and Mike Malone, who was in cub scouts with me, died in a car wreck a few streets over from where I lived. I was on my motorcycle. I heard the ambulances and rode over to the street where the wreck had just happened.

In my mind those events encapsulated the fragility of life as we headed out the Arlington Heights High School door.