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John Dodig’s Message

Staples High School principal John Dodig addressed all students and staff this morning — the 1st day back after a difficult weekend. He said:

Good morning everyone.

I want to say a few things about the tragedy that occurred in Newtown on Friday. It was horrible, and impossible to understand. I am sure that not one of us can understand what would drive someone to do such an awful thing.

For those of us adults who learned of it early on Friday, we had two reactions. One was as parents or grandparents if we have children. Even if we don’t, we have relatives who do. I, for example, immediately saw the faces of my 2 elementary school-age grandchildren. That makes it personal and very emotional.

Then, we think of it as teachers and administrators. What would we do in such a circumstance? Would we be able to follow the lockdown procedures we have practiced? How would we keep you students safe? How would I, your principal, react in a similar situation?

John Dodig -- principal and proud Staples supporter.

John Dodig — principal and proud Staples supporter.

Honestly, after thinking of my grandchildren, I saw flashes of many of your faces, those I have gotten to know over the years. That also makes it personal. I love my grandkids, and I love you and believe it is my responsibility to keep you safe. That is how my assistant principals felt as we talked to each other in the cafeteria watching you eat lunch on Friday. I think the only way to get through something like thisis to make it personal, and to deal with the emotions that naturally come forth.

We have a security plan, we practice drills, and we hope that we will all do what we have to do if the need ever arises. Such an incident is precisely why we have a security plan. It is why we keep our doors locked and why we have video cameras throughout our building.

I urge you to use this incident to be sure to play your part in our overall security plan. It is vital that you all take these drills seriously. Don’t prop open outside doors and if you see one open, close it. My staff and I do that all day long as we walk around the building. Only open an outside door for someone you know. If you don’t know the person, don’t open the door. If she or he gets angry with you, so be it.

We enjoy a very comfortable life at Staples. We care about and for one another. As Marc Elliot said two weeks ago, we accept each other’s differences. I feel certain that if any one of you read something on Facebook or heard something said by someone that you thought was a danger to someone here, you would tell us. Caring about each other is the best security system in the world.

Staples High School today.

Staples High School today.

We cannot and will not turn Staples into a fortress. First of all, it would not guarantee safety, and secondly it would not be an environment in which we would want to live each day. That is not the solution for us. Our best response has to be to continue caring about one another; to reach out in friendship to those who seem not able to make connections and friends at Staples; to acknowledge our responsibility to each other.

You have heard me say many times that my goal is for 100% of you to love Staples High School. That goal can only be reached by all of us, students and staff alike, doing our part to make Staples safe, caring, nurturing, and accepting of everyone’s right to be here every day to learn.

As you know, I am very proud of this school and what all of us have created here. Let us mark this day as the day that we not only continue to sustain this wholesome environment, but the day that we actually talk about it out loud to each other so that we all know and accept our part in making Staples what it is.

Members of our counseling and support staff are in the cafeteria and library media center, as well as in their offices, and will be available all day if you need to speak to someone.

Now let’s take a moment to think about the little children and the adults who were killed on Friday. Think about how their sacrifice will contribute to making Staples even better than it is.

Thank you.

What’s Next? Westporters Meet On Monday

Congressman Jim Himes will join what seems to be a large group in Westport tomorrow (Monday, December 17, 11 a.m., Christ & Holy Trinity Church).

The meeting is a spontaneous reaction to Friday’s horror in Newtown.

According to Meg Staunton:

“Friday was a tragic day. We are all still reeling from the devastating news. As parents and members of this community, we feel the heartbreak for these families and the community at large. The internet and social network sites are abuzz with questions of ‘what can we do?’

Newtown hopeInstead of sitting back and feeling hopeless, a group of concerned parents from many districts in Fairfield County (Fairfield, Westport, Weston, Wilton) have decided to come together  to address this very issue: What can we do as parents to ensure the safety of our children?

“For some, this means addressing what is being done at the local level. For others it’s a question of national legislation on gun safety laws.

“We have invited the head of the CT Coalition Against Gun Violence to join our
group. We are delighted that he is available and willing. The purpose of our initial meeting is to come up with some immediate actionable items and next steps.”

Reflections: Tom Kretsch

Tom Kretsch is a Westport photographer and soccer referee. He retired a few years ago, after a long career as an educator in Norwalk.

Tom grew up in Newtown. Last June, he and his high school classmates celebrated their 50th reunion. With approximately 80 graduates, they were a small class. But they’ve kept close through the years.

Their joyful reunion included a slide show. Tom took all the photos of places in town that meant so much to them growing up — places like Sandy Hook Elementary School.

Today, on behalf of his reunion committee, Tom sent these thoughts to his classmates:

On a crisp December morning, as the spirit of the holidays flowed through the streets of our small New England town, an act of unfathomable horror swept through the doors of what once was the school for many of our classmates.

In a place where people send their children to be safe, warm and secure, unspeakable acts of violence were perpetrated upon them. And our town, a sleepy quiet place where community and care are ubiquitous, has become a worldwide centerpiece for one of the worst terrorist acts in our nation’s history.

Tom Kretsch's photo of Sandy Hook Elementary School was part of Newtown High School's 50th reunion celebration last June.

Tom Kretsch’s photo of Sandy Hook Elementary School was part of Newtown High School’s 50th reunion celebration last June.

Flags around the country are at half-mast, our president is in tears, and there are few words of comfort to share at this time.  But we wanted to reach out to all our classmates. For we all share this love for our town and what it has meant to us.

As we gathered with such joy last June to relive old memories and reacquaint ourselves after a 50-year hiatus, there was this wonderful aura of friendship and togetherness. The laughter, stories, shared bonds and spirit was so contagious. The love of this town was ever-present.

In this somber moment we are united in our grief for our community. As a class we offer our prayers for a healing process to begin for all the families of this great tragedy and the town. It will be a long and arduous process, and the wounds for some may never heal. But we care and we know you do

Walk in peace.

Cannon Candles

Westport native and 1981 Staples graduate Jeb Backus is the senior program director at a local YMCA.

Sandy Hook is next door.

As a coach and athlete in several Fairfield County sports organizations, Jeb knows many Newtown families.

Last night — numb with grief, and needing to do something — Jeb posted a simple request on Facebook’s Staples ’81 page, and a few others: Bring flowers and candles to the Compo cannons.

Jeb went down to the beach around 8:30 p.m. Candles already flickered there.

Amid the flowers, someone placed a tiny stuffed animal.

It’s a small gesture, for sure. But Jeb wants his friends in Newtown to know that all of us here are thinking of them.

The cannons this morning.

The cannons this morning.

Wendy’s Flower

On Thursday — the day before the Newtown madness — “06880” reader Wendy Crowther sent this simple photo from her garden:

Wendy flower

I liked it. But I wondered how I could use it on my blog.

Today, it’s perfect. The flower is a symbol of hope and beauty, at a time we desperately need both.

Thank you, Wendy. And thank you too, for this inspiring story that accompanied your photo:

The official botanical name of the perennial blooming in my yard is Helleborus Niger.  The plant’s more homespun name is Christmas Rose because it bears its flowers in winter.  But it’s not a member of the rose family at all.

I’ve had this plant in my garden for several years, but this is the first time it has bloomed. As the rest of my garden settles into dormancy, this little beauty lifts its head up to say hello. It makes me smile.

And though it’s not really a rose, it makes me think that the words to one of my favorite Christmas carols finally make a little more sense:

Lo, how a rose e’er blooming,
From tender stem hath sprung.
Of Jesse’s lineage coming,
As men of old have sung;
It came, a flow’ret bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.

The Crisis Center

Karl Decker spent 40 years as a Staples English instructor. In “retirement,” he’s a very active photographer and writer.

Karl lives in Monroe, not far from Newtown. Today, he volunteered at the crisis center in that devastated town. He wrote to family and friends:

Just back from the crisis center, the huge Newtown Middle School.  I got there just  before 10. The place was packed. Police there, but in low profile. Got hugged by the town’s youth officer. No media allowed. I went in, saw the DCF people, made myself known, signed the sign-up sheet for on-call counselors. I signed up for 24/7.

But as I left, my job brought itself to me:  to greet people as they started walking across the parking lot from their cars. It happened at once. A family was walking towards me and I approached them and said, “My name is Karl. I’m a counselor. May I walk you to the entrance?” I had no refusals. And that was my routine until 3:30 when things thinned down, the sun fell behind clouds and a chilly wind came up.

In the 30 seconds it took to walk to the doors, I heard all the stories: “My son’s little buddy was killed…we know the family of…the teacher was at our house for dinner a week ago…we used to live in Sandy Hook…my daughter doesn’t know what happened yet, how do I tell her…I just wanted to be with people today…” And some just in silence…

Many people in Newtown -- first responders as well as families -- took advantages of crisis counseling in Newtown today.

Many people in Newtown — first responders as well as families — took advantages of crisis counseling in Newtown today.

Little children, moms and burly firemen fathers held my hand the length of the walk…and there was a therapy dog (from Vermont!) outside, too, which we all stopped to pat. I’d take them to the door, turn them over to DCF and get back out for the next ones…groups of kids from the high school, the high school football captain came alone and then, after noon, counselors, psychologists began to arrive to volunteer–they came from all over–Connecticut, Massachusetts, New York City, Rhode Island, towns in Fairfield County. Some asked me for directions to a motel so they could stay in case called.

Two unusually well-groomed and lovely young women arrived in a car with Maryland plates, I approached them as I did the others and they turned out to be from the FBI. Their jackets read “FBI Incident Investigations.”  But mostly moms, dads, grandparents, families one after the other. Then the food arrived. A truckload of pizzas, two SUVs from Panera’s, cases of water, a portable coffee canteen, ice cream, and a cafeteria was set up.  Families bringing food. Flowers.

And then there was a little boy named Casey who I’d walked in with, who on his way out came over to show me the drawing (there was a big children’s therapy room with food, art supplies, etc.) he had made of his friends… A row of colorful figures in joined hands with smiles and hats and toys and one figure, only in black and white, clearly a skeleton. A man brought out a ham and cheese sandwich and hot coffee for me.

So there are some fragments of the day. I do not know what tomorrow’s schedule will be, but I’ll be somewhere anyway.

Love, Karl

Reflections: John Blyberg

John Blyberg graduated from Staples in 1992. Today, he posted these thoughts on Facebook:

This morning dawned on 20 sets of parents who are being driven to madness by grief. They will live the rest of their lives skirting around the tattered edges of their loss as though it were a giant sinkhole in the middle of the kitchen floor. And into that sinkhole will slide their hopes, their dreams, their plans, their purpose.

Siblings will grow up in homes that are perpetually burning to the ground in the flames of loss. They will grow up, have children of their own who will see pictures of their tiny aunts and uncles, as they were, frozen in the days before. This tragedy will reverberate down through generations, never fully disappearing, its permanent stain indelibly shaded into the landscape of time.

NewtownIn the coming days and weeks, the simplest things will cause unendurable pain. Backpacks will be unpacked, revealing uneaten snacks. Names will be peeled from cubbies. Christmas presents will sit unopened. In their rooms, PJs remain on the floor, where they were hastily cast aside in the rush to get ready for school. Artwork, with its chunky color and rough-hewn joy, will flutter for years where they were placed, with pride, on the refrigerator.

In a thousand tiny ways, our little ones touch our lives every day. Never take them for granted, because every breath they take is a gift, every mark they place on the world is a miracle, and every smile they bring to our face is a moment worth living a lifetime for.

My heart breaks for our neighbors up the road.

Scenes From Newtown’s Neighbor

Today in Westport, flags flew at half-staff. This one stood outside police headquarters:

Saturday 1

A short walk away on the Post Road Bridge, a group that for several years has protested US wars added a plea for gun control.

Ruth Steinkraus Bridge, Westport CT - gun control

Meanwhile — in a scene made poignant simply by its normalcy — a group of Westport YMCA gymnasts got ready to perform.

Westport YMCA gymnasts

it was just another Saturday in Westport, Connecticut.

Except it wasn’t.

Warmed By Candlelight

Celebration and solemnity mixed together last night at Staples.

The high school’s 72nd annual Candlelight Concert provided not only its traditional joy, pageantry and warmth, but also a chance for Westporters to gather and reflect on the morning tragedy a few miles north in Newtown.

Principal John Dodig noted that the realization that 20 sets of parents would never again hug their children reinforced the importance of being with “the kids we love.”

Then the healing power of music began.

Choir member Michael Sixsmith was part of the always-evocative "Sing We Noel" processional. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

Choir member Michael Sixsmith was part of the always-evocative “Sing We Noel” processional. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

The Staples Choir's rendition of "Holy Night, Silent Night" was hauntingly beautiful. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

The Staples Choir’s rendition of “Holy Night, Silent Night” was hauntingly beautiful. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

The choir's traditional production number included -- as usual -- reindeer. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

The choir’s traditional production number included reindeer. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

Santa, elves, the choir, chorus, chorale and orchestra joined in a magnificent "Hallelujah Chorus" finale. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

Santa, elves, the choir, chorus, chorale and orchestra joined in a magnificent “Hallelujah Chorus” finale. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

New choral director Luke Rosenberg and veteran orchestra conductor Adele Valovich take bows after last night's Candlelight Concert. Nick Mariconda's band also played magnificently. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

New choral director Luke Rosenberg and veteran orchestra conductor Adele Valovich took bows after last night’s Candlelight Concert. Nick Mariconda’s band also played magnificently. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

Yellow And Blue For Newtown

In the aftermath of the Newtown tragedy, it’s hard to know what to say or do.

Our hearts are so heavy. Our words sound so hollow.

Leave it to youngsters to lead the way.

Sally McGee — a 7th grader at Bedford Middle School — and a few friends spent much of last night using social media. Their idea: Get as many Bedford kids as possible to wear Newtown’s colors on Monday. It’s a vibrant, visible way to show sympathy and support.

It’s such a good idea, let’s spread it to all Westport schools. The entire town, in fact.

Newtown High SchoolYellow and blue are the high school colors. You see them on car decals, in store windows — all around Newtown.

Yellow and blue symbolize Newtown. On Monday, let’s make Westport a yellow and blue town too.

Because, in the end, aren’t we all Newtown?