By Tiffany Stookey
First and foremost, I remember Mr. Javens as someone with a sense of pride, class, and all business like attitude. Mr. Javen's did not joke much, but he never raised his voice and always had class.
I met Mr. Javen's the summer before starting 4th grade. I had wanted to be a member of the band since I was a small child. I remember the band marching down my street during the summer for practice; I thought this was the best thing in the whole world! Anyhow I wanted to play the trumpet (probably because it was loud and I was small, and wanted to be heard). When my mother and I went to sign me up for band Mr. Javen's convinced my mother that the clarinet would be better for me. I was very disappointed, but my desire to be in the band was stronger than my disappointment.
Mr. Javen's taught me to read music, and play the clarinet, a long and painful task. I remember him as serious, and demanding perfection. As a child he scared the crap out of me. Learning to play an instrument was very difficult, but I guess it was my stubborn type A personality that kept me going, failure was not an option.
I remember the Colonel Sanders Cowboy uniforms. I remember how excited we all were to get new uniforms. We had all worked so hard to raise the money to pay for them (I can't remember how we raised the money). I was not impressed by the cowboy hat at all, as that was not my sense of style. We were the “Cowboys” and I wanted nothing less than to dress like a one. On the other hand I was so excited to wear the uniform for the first time and March in the parade. We marched with our heads held high, with pride and a sense of accomplishment. From there we went to SLC to march in the Days of 47 parade for the first time and then to Disney Land.
Mr. Javen's was a great influence on my life, he taught me about music, Literature (Iambic Pentameter/Blank Verse), hard work, and a sense of pride and accomplishment. Now as an adult I realize what a dedicated and patient man he was. I have 2 teenagers and an 11yr old and I cannot imagine taking 30 of them on bus for a short trip, let alone out of town for a few days. He was there for us day after day for year after year. Kudos to you Mr. Javen's! You are a Grantsville High Legend!