Rev. John B. Bremner was my English and Journalism professor when I started college at the University of San Diego in 1960. I was a 21-year old former Marine who came late to the realization that I wanted to go to college.
After high school, I had no desire for any more schooling and joined the Marines to out-do my older Air Force brother. I was living in Charleston,S.C., and this 18-year old went by Grayhound the 66 miles to Parris Island, near Beaufort.
I have not been back there since.
Being a slightly older freshman at the "new" school (it was founded in 1948) I had been offered a scholarship to be its first-ever official photographer, based on my background as a USMC combat photographer.
I walked into Bremner's class, slightly in awe of being the first of my family to even attempt higher education and very cocky of my service time among these "kids."
On Day one, Father Bremner dictated 50 words often misspelled so he could gauge the young faces before him. I missed almost half. This teacher had my attention!
We were never close but worked together: me as the school photographer, he the wordsmith who taught me the art of captioning my photos and telling stories combining art and language.
Now, nearly 60 years later, I have been writing a blog [http://chuckography.blogspot.com] for a decade and often turn to his "Words on Words" to simplify, clarify and expand my thoughts.
Thanks "prof."
After high school, I had no desire for any more schooling and joined the Marines to out-do my older Air Force brother. I was living in Charleston,S.C., and this 18-year old went by Grayhound the 66 miles to Parris Island, near Beaufort.
I have not been back there since.
Being a slightly older freshman at the "new" school (it was founded in 1948) I had been offered a scholarship to be its first-ever official photographer, based on my background as a USMC combat photographer.
I walked into Bremner's class, slightly in awe of being the first of my family to even attempt higher education and very cocky of my service time among these "kids."
On Day one, Father Bremner dictated 50 words often misspelled so he could gauge the young faces before him. I missed almost half. This teacher had my attention!
We were never close but worked together: me as the school photographer, he the wordsmith who taught me the art of captioning my photos and telling stories combining art and language.
Now, nearly 60 years later, I have been writing a blog [http://chuckography.blogspot.com] for a decade and often turn to his "Words on Words" to simplify, clarify and expand my thoughts.
Thanks "prof."
