The Dave Budd I knew was my age--born around 1954. This memorial shows year of birth as 1929. I remember Dave as a kind, friendly and athletic guy. He was a good person. :)Barbara Elefter Witte
The "our" Mr. Budd born in 1929 was an assistant principal at FHHS in the 1970's. "Your" David Budd is his son, and I remember him as you describe him, a fine young man. Mr. Budd and I worked together closely at FHHS during some difficult and troubled times, and as a young assistant principal (born and raised in NJ and new to the South), he taught me many valuable lessons. I think of him often, and one of my life's regrets is that I was unable to attend his funeral services at the time and tell his family how much he meant to me and so many in the FHHS community.
Tim, thank you for the info on Dave Budd, I never knew many of these things about him, even though I worked with him during the 70's, true those were some troubling years. Unfortunately, I never got to really know him, but I remeber his son well, a fine individual!
I remember Mr Budd was quiet and calm mannered, but appropriately serious--and constantly monitoring the hallways. One day, as I headed from the "smoking lounge" to class, he did worry me briefly when he pulled me aside and took my purse. A smoldering fire was growing in my shoulderbag while my long hair hung just inches above! Black smoke trailed behind me as I had walked down the hallway. He took me and my burning bag into a custodial closet and dumped the contents next to a drain hole. It was an embarrassing encounter for me at that age, but he delt with it in stride and then we both carried on; me not quite understanding at the time that he probably saved me from serious injury. I hope I thanked him! These days, it's difficult to even fathom that smoking was once allowed on school grounds.
Mr. Budd also possessed a wonderful silliness. As school let out for the summer one year, he humored us by posing for a picture of him pretending to climb the fence to chase after us near "the back gate." He laughed and we laughed. I still smile when I recall this fond memory of Mr. Budd.
I also knew his younger son, Matt, a bit. We grew up in the same neighborhood and crossed paths occassionally, although Matt is a couple years younger than me. He is also a fine individual. I always liked Matt to the extent that I knew him.
I believe Mr. Budd must also have had an amazing sense of forgiveness and self confidence and he obviously passed that along to his children, as well. A good father, and a good administrator. RIP.
Barbara Eugenia Elefter (Witte) (1972)
The Dave Budd I knew was my age--born around 1954. This memorial shows year of birth as 1929. I remember Dave as a kind, friendly and athletic guy. He was a good person. :)Barbara Elefter Witte
Timothy Barr (Assistant Principal)
The "our" Mr. Budd born in 1929 was an assistant principal at FHHS in the 1970's. "Your" David Budd is his son, and I remember him as you describe him, a fine young man. Mr. Budd and I worked together closely at FHHS during some difficult and troubled times, and as a young assistant principal (born and raised in NJ and new to the South), he taught me many valuable lessons. I think of him often, and one of my life's regrets is that I was unable to attend his funeral services at the time and tell his family how much he meant to me and so many in the FHHS community.
John Shortridge
Tim, thank you for the info on Dave Budd, I never knew many of these things about him, even though I worked with him during the 70's, true those were some troubling years. Unfortunately, I never got to really know him, but I remeber his son well, a fine individual!
Teresa "Terry" Kinder (Alers) (1979)
I remember Mr Budd was quiet and calm mannered, but appropriately serious--and constantly monitoring the hallways. One day, as I headed from the "smoking lounge" to class, he did worry me briefly when he pulled me aside and took my purse. A smoldering fire was growing in my shoulderbag while my long hair hung just inches above! Black smoke trailed behind me as I had walked down the hallway. He took me and my burning bag into a custodial closet and dumped the contents next to a drain hole. It was an embarrassing encounter for me at that age, but he delt with it in stride and then we both carried on; me not quite understanding at the time that he probably saved me from serious injury. I hope I thanked him! These days, it's difficult to even fathom that smoking was once allowed on school grounds.
Mr. Budd also possessed a wonderful silliness. As school let out for the summer one year, he humored us by posing for a picture of him pretending to climb the fence to chase after us near "the back gate." He laughed and we laughed. I still smile when I recall this fond memory of Mr. Budd.
I also knew his younger son, Matt, a bit. We grew up in the same neighborhood and crossed paths occassionally, although Matt is a couple years younger than me. He is also a fine individual. I always liked Matt to the extent that I knew him.
I believe Mr. Budd must also have had an amazing sense of forgiveness and self confidence and he obviously passed that along to his children, as well. A good father, and a good administrator. RIP.