When we’re not cooking something on the grill, it’s great to be able to whip up nutritious casseroles for summer dinners. This week’s column features two casserole recipes. I make “Skillet Beef–a-Roni” often. I don’t keep the ingredients for the other casserole on hand so don’t make it as often.
• 1 ½ pounds ground beef
• 2 cups elbow macaroni
• ½ cup onion, minced
• ½ cup green pepper, chopped
• 1 cup water
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
• 2 cups (16 ounces) tomato sauce
• ¼ teaspoon pepper
Lightly brown the meat in a skillet. Remove from the skillet and cook macaroni, onion, and green pepper in the meat’s fat until the onion is soft. Put the meat back in the skillet. Add the tomato sauce, water, salt, pepper, and Worcestershire sauce. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to simmer, cover, and cook about 25 minutes, until the macaroni is tender. Stir occasionally.
Note: When I have leftover macaroni and cheese, I use it up by following this recipe but add the tomato sauce according to the amount of macaroni. I cook the onion and green pepper with the ground beef.
Seven-Minute Ground Beef Casserole
• 1 pound ground beef
• 1 (1-ounce) package onion gravy mix
• ¼ teaspoon garlic salt
• 1 ½ cups water
• 1/3 cup raw rice
• 1 (10-ounce) package frozen green peas (may use Chinese Pea Pods)
• 1 (5-ounce) can water chestnuts (optional)
• 1 (3-ounce) can French fried onion rings
• Soy sauce
Brown ground beef and drain off excess fat. Blend in the gravy mix, garlic salt, water, and uncooked rice, Bring to a boil. Reduce heat, cover, and simmer twenty minutes. Stir in the frozen peas and water chestnuts and continue to simmer until the rice is tender. Stir in onions and serve with soy sauce.
The nice thing about this week’s casseroles is that you don’t have to heat up an oven.
Do you have recipes that you would like to share with readers? If so, please call me at 970-824-8809 or write to me at PO Box 415, Craig 81626.
Janet Sheridan: Why I didn’t major in math
I knew what the friendly lady with fiery hair would ask once she’d found a snack in her carry-on for her grandchildren; I also knew I wouldn’t know the answer. We’d chatted as air travelers do, talking about our flight’s 40-minute delay, our destinations, and where we were from. Now I dreaded the resumption of our conversation as she handed her grandsons a bag of carrot sticks — the perfect snack for two little boys with orange hair — and asked, “What’s the population of Craig?”
I reacted like it was a trick question: I spluttered, looked around for Joel, the numbers guy, thinking, “Where’s that man when I need him?” and then responded, “I’m not sure.”
I don’t know the population of Craig. Nor do I remember the year Richard Nixon was elected, the difference between a mile and a kilometer, the elevation of Pike’s Peak or the mileage between Craig and Denver. I need a calculator to figure a tip and my fingers to determine how many hours I slept if I went to bed at 9:30 and woke up at 5:30. I can’t read Roman numerals; nor can I mentally subtract an obituary’s date of birth from the date of death to see how my age compares to that of the deceased. Worse, I can’t tell others how many siblings I have without giving it serious thought. Now that’s embarrassing.
Obviously, I didn’t enter college as a math major. Instead, I majored in English because, an avid reader, I’d long been immersed in its specialized vocabulary, functions and rules. I might muddle math’s mean, median and mode, but commas, colons, and quotation marks march to my command. I couldn’t tell you how calculus differs from trigonometry, but ask me to distinguish metaphors from similes and, King Solomon threatening to cut a baby in half, wisdom streams from me as implacably as the mighty Mississippi flows to Louisiana.
I easily soaked up the vocabulary of literature and writing but make incorrect connections with the words of mathematicians, who call skinny angles acute.
I’ve never seen an angle I’d call cute.
Dilation, the word they use to describe something resized, makes me think of obstetrics; and, to me, fractal, a never-ending mathematical pattern, sounds like a rude noise emitted when ill. Yet, I readily admit that, as a striving poet, I appreciate the lyrical sound of multi-syllabic mathematical words I don’t understand, terms like isosceles, Cartesian coordinates, and exponential expression.
I see no need for square roots since I can’t grow and eat them; and have no use for a pi that equals 3.14 rather than a delightful eating experience.
I can’t dance to an algorithm. Sector and tangent don’t hang out in my circles. And, to me, probability theory means trying to predict if the heroine will find true love before the novel ends.
On the other hand, I think punctuation is both logical and useful: You insert the little marks where you would take a breath when reading aloud; then the marks remind folks who are reading silently to breathe rather than passing out from lack of oxygen, which would ruin their reading experience.
I’d have to guess on a multiple-choice test question that asks whether 127 is a rational, irrational, amicable or imaginary number; but I could attempt an essay answer that might receive partial credit: An imaginary number shares secrets and laughs at your jokes. An amicable number is named Miss Congeniality; A rational number is sensible like sturdy shoes; and an irrational number is as crazy as Uncle Fillmore.
I once coaxed our young granddaughters to tell Joel English majors are cool and math majors drool. I coached them until they chanted the rhyme in unison quite nicely and seemed to enjoy it. I thought perhaps I’d convinced them poetry is fun. But when they approached their grandfather, they betrayed me, switching the words so Joel was cool, and I drooled.
And I deserved it.
History in Focus: To name a town
Like many towns across the West, Craig started as a speculative real estate gamble. The work of William H. Tucker and Willard F. Teagarden along with the cash infusion of wealthy investors in Denver, namely the Reverend William Bayard Craig, made our city a reality and was also the inspiration for its name.
William Bayard Craig was born in St. John, New Brunswick, Canada in 1846. As a young man he came to Chicago, experienced a conversion to Christianity, and became a minister. He graduated from the University of Iowa and later Yale Theological Seminary.
Encouraged by his sister-in-law Eliza Routt, the wife of John Routt (Colorado’s first governor), Craig moved to Denver in 1882. As a dynamic pastor he led the construction of two churches. In 1894 he left Colorado and by 1897 was back in Des Moines as the president of Drake University.
Meanwhile in 1889, Tucker and his brother-in-law, Willard Teagarden, headed north out of Glenwood Springs to survey the Yampa Valley for a new townsite. The goal was to organize a town, attract a rail line, and then sell the valuable lots. In a 1934 interview for the Colorado Historical Society, Tucker determined the confluence of Fortification Creek and the Yampa River was ideal due to its proximity to established railroads to the north and south and its access to the West. (Craig Daily Press, 7/3/89).
Next, Tucker traveled to Denver and met with Craig, who he already knew from their days in Iowa. An investment group was quickly formed, and as Tucker put it, “They told me to go back and get to it.” He purchased 160 acres from rancher Alvor Ranney, 160 from the state, and then mapped out the original townsite. On July 1, 1889 the Craig Land and Mercantile Company was open for business.
The actual decision to name the city “Craig” is not clear. In 1958, on the 50th anniversary of the incorporation of Craig itself, a series of history articles were published in the Craig Empire Courier. A short introduction to one article simply states, “He (Tucker) gave the name of one of his associates, the Rev. Bayard Craig, to the town and so Craig came into being” (3/27/1958). Besides his investment, it’s possible naming the city after a celebrity minister of the Front Range would help spur development.
But growth was slow, and by the early 1900s, Tucker wanted to lower lot prices to kick start growth, “but the men back in Denver could only see the dollars and would not hear of it. So we split up and each of us took lots according to our stock,” stated Tucker in his 1934 interview.
However, Craig did visit and had an affinity for the people. On July 4, 1891, he described the early settlers as “well dressed” and with “the energy and intelligence that belong to the pioneer.” (Colorado Prospector, 1/84 cited in Moffat County News, 11/2004)
In a 1902 visit, he preached at the brand new Congregational Church and also gave a more practical interview on the future of the city. The Craig Courier stated, “he feels beyond reasonable doubt the Moffat line must come here if it follows the lines of permanency, an easy grade, and the best and most feasible route.” (9/26/1902)
The newspaper described Craig as “an affable gentleman, an up-to-date businessman, and doubtless is a man who can be counted upon to do the right thing at the right time.” In 1912 he was true to his namesake and deeded 25 of his 80 acres to the south of town for the right of way, side tracks, and depot grounds, and the railroad finally arrived in 1913 (Moffat County Courier, 12/12/1912)
The reverend also had a tough business edge. He owned land around Grand Lake, and in 1908 he filed suit for control of a strip of land bordering his property that just happened to contain 400 valuable feet of north shoreline. After a seven-year legal battle, the state Supreme Court finally decided against Craig. The Steamboat Pilot described Craig’s ideas for the boundary dispute as “strange and unaccountable.” (10/13/1915)
Even though he lost the shoreline, Craig did gain more geographic fame. 12,007 foot Mt. Craig (aka Mount Baldy), hovering over the shores of Grand Lake is also named in his honor (Craig Empire, 7/24/1911). While his investment in Craig was vitally important, it was the “boots on the ground” hard work of Tucker that forged Craig into a reality.
Thanks to Dan Davidson for photos and access to the archives of the Museum of Northwest Colorado.
From Pipi’s Pasture: Here an onion, there an onion
This past spring we were supposed to start calving in March, but, surprise, we got our first calf on Valentine’s Day. Gestation times vary somewhat with individual breeds so our Simmentals may give birth earlier than other cattle or maybe it was just the cows—whatever the reason, with the snowy winter and all, it wasn’t a “pretty” calving season. So I vowed, “the bull doesn’t go out until July this year.”
When we moved the cows to summer pasture, I remembered what I had vowed. The bull, #66, remained in the corral at Pipi’s Pasture. He’s a big, mild-tempered bull that has never caused us any problems, but he likes to rub on everything, especially corral poles. There’s probably reason for this because after a long winter, his skin is undoubtedly itchy. Anyway, earlier in the spring he had rubbed down a pole in a rickety section of corral fence.
This small section of fence was broken a couple of years ago when two bulls got into a fight and one bull cleared the fence, breaking poles in the process. We didn’t have time to redo the section so we “temporarily” fixed it by wiring a long panel in front of the spot. So when #66 broke off the pole we put it back and thought about how the fence needed to be fixed.
But then #66 continued his rubbing. Pretty soon he had a bottom pole hanging down. Then he discovered that he could push the panel upwards. I wired the panel to the remaining poles so he couldn’t push it up.
That brings us up to a week or so ago, after the main bunch of cows was moved to summer pasture. I went out one morning, and #66 had broken off the bottom pole again and bent two of the panel’s bars. I enlisted Lyle’s help, we took the panel down, re-wired the poles, and replaced he panel, moving the bent part over.
Lyle said, “Well, maybe that will hold him for a day or two.”
He was right. It was a morning or two later when I was opening the big gates to the hay yard/garden area that I spotted #66 standing next to the fence that separates the garden from the little pasture. He had bent the panel’s bars up far enough to crawl out of his pen.
The only alternative I had was to put #66 in the other corral pen with MoCo, our granddaughter’s cow that is waiting to calve. I rolled a bale of hay to the gate and called #66. I couldn’t believe my luck. The bull came up to the gate, stood beside me, and as I threw out hay, he walked into the corral.
After feeding the animals I surveyed the garden for damage. Luckily I had planted only onions that were starting to sprout. Because the garden had been well-tilled, the bull’s big footprints were deep. Some of the soil appeared to have been re-tilled. As far as the sprouted onions were concerned, it was “here an onion, there an onion…” and onion sets were scattered around the two big rows.
Perhaps worst of all, #66 had gotten his feet tangled up in string that was attached to two stakes, marking a row. I’m not sure how he did it, but string was tangled up in the trees that grow along the fence. It was like working on a puzzle to get it untangled from the trees’ lower branches.
The next day #66 started rubbing on the corral’s back gate, prompting Lyle and me to wire a panel in front of it.
To sum things up, it isn’t July yet, but #66 is going to summer pasture this weekend.
Lance Scranton: Taking stock
Pike are destroying native species of fish; so taxpayers spend, spend, spend to find ways to control the non-native species. Coal is destroying the climate; so taxpayers fund studies to find out how to transition communities whose economy depends on this environmental predator. People are struggling with opioid abuse; so communities open up drug rehabilitation centers to combat the epidemic. Marijuana has a bad reputation; so elected officials will let the “voter” decide how it should be viewed.
If you really pay attention, it is as if anyone living in a rural community who depends on any kind of natural resource economy is on the wrong side of culture. Craig doesn’t have the right kind of fish in our rivers, or the correct kind of power-producing plants in our communities, or the right kind of mining to support our local economy, or the correct view of cannabis or how much it would benefit our tax base.
From hundreds of miles away in a polluted, smokey, crime-ridden city; we’re being told that we simply don’t understand how our way of life is destroying the delicate balance of nature and the planet that we should all take responsibility for protecting. Our rivers aren’t right, our coal is dirty, our power plant pollutes, our people need help with drug abuse, and we need to make sure that people have access to other drugs whenever they wish.
It must be excruciatingly difficult to look out over the vast western slope from the urban centers — where a heightened awareness of what makes the world a better place — and wonder just what exactly is wrong with these rural communities and their fondness for doing little to care for our planet as much as those who obviously know so much more about it are trying to help us country bumpkins realize.
I would love to live my life and stake my fortunes on the backsides of people who are constitutionally powerless to self determine their own course of action and are told constantly that we just don’t understand the bigger picture (because it’s complicated!). Where else does understanding come from except in the centers of intellectual brilliance where reside our governmental leaders.
I’m just taking stock but as far as I can figure (and I am just a small towner); the people who know better live in a city where pot is legal (and “magic” mushrooms too?), pollution is a daily concern, power is consumed without concern as to its source, homelessness is rampant, and responsibility for drug addiction is a community responsibility.
Like the pike in our local river; small towners like me aren’t an endangered species, maybe more like a dangerous species that needs to be shocked and placed somewhere where I can’t do so much harm to myself or mother earth!
Prather’s Pick: A novel that isn’t easily forgotten
I can best describe this week’s novel for adults as “haunting” because it explores some of the issues that are relevant in today’s world, primarily the inappropriate use of social media. “Before She Was Found” was written by Heather Gudenkauf. It’s a new novel, published by Park Row Books.
The novel is a mystery thriller. The mystery remains unsolved until the very last pages of the book, a surprise twist, indeed. The novel’s plot was skillfully crafted by the author; it’s “complicated.”
The story takes place in the fictional town of Pitch, Iowa. The plot revolves around three twelve-year-old girls: Cora Landry, Jordyn Petit, and Violet Crow. Interestingly, the girls live in homes with different parenting styles.
Cora lives with her two parents and a sister, but Violet and her brother are being raised by a single mom. Jordyn’s grandfather is caring for her by himself right now as his wife is convalescing in a skilled-care facility.
In “A Conversation with the Author” at the end of the book, Gudenkauf explains that the inspiration for the novel came from a news headline. Two girls were obsessed with Slender Man, a character who originated online.
Joseph Wither is a similar character in this week’s novel, except that he apparently lived in Pitch when he was young and, as the legend goes, burned down his parents’ home and ran away. Girls started showing up dead on the railroad tracks, and everyone believed that Wither was responsible.
At school, in Mr. Dover’s class, Cora, Violet, and Jordyn choose Wither as the subject for a school project about a local legend. They do research and make a movie about him for their presentation. Things get a little out of hand, however, when Cora and Violet come to believe that Wither is alive. Cora, in particular, becomes obsessed with him. She believes she is conversing with him via DarkestDoor.Com. The character claiming to be Wither even gets her to go to the abandoned rail yard where he leaves her a little gift.
Jordyn and two boys, Gabe and Clint, decide to play a trick on Cora so one night when Violet and Jordyn are at Cora’s house for a sleepover, they decide to go to the abandoned rail yard. Later, the police find Cora sitting on the track. She’s covered with blood, having been stabbed several times, and her face is so badly hurt that she needs reconstructive surgery. Violet has some bumps and bruises and is in shock. Jordyn and the boys are not there.
The police department and Dr. Madeline Gideon, a psychiatrist, get involved in the case. The chapters in the novel are narrated by the adults so each one is from a different point of view. The reader finds out more about the events from text messages, direct messages from DarkestDoor.com, Cora’s journal, and interviews with the police.
The author wrote that she wanted to” explore how misused social media, lack of mental health services, and family dynamics can impact our actions and decisions.” She did just that, while writing an entertaining novel. I could hardly put the novel down.
This haunting novel is a must-read.
“Before She Was Found” costs $16.99 in paperback. It can also be found in the new book display at the Craig branch of Moffat County Libraries.
From the Museum Archives: ‘Bad Bob’ Meldrum: Lawman, artist, killer
“We knew that Bob Meldrum had 5 cartridges in his revolver. That meant that he could get 5 of us before we could get him. Nobody wanted to be among the 5.” – Tomboy Mine Worker
As one of the fastest gunmen the American West ever produced, Bob Meldrum left an indelible mark wherever he landed. His extraordinary abilities with a revolver gave him a swagger that dared — if not begged — any man to cross him. It also left several men, perhaps needlessly, dead. Yet, while he was a feared lawman and emotionless killer, he was also an impressive artist and exquisite saddle maker.
Born in England in 1866 to Scottish parents, it isn’t exactly known when Bob Meldrum made his way into the American West. He first shows up in a Montana jail from 1894 to 1896 serving time for stealing horses. In 1899 he arrived in Dixon, Wyoming about 45 miles north of Craig where he worked in Charley Perkins’ saddle shop and was a deputy sheriff. It was here his reputation began.
• 1900 — Bob’s first known killing was in Dixon. As the deputy sheriff of Carbon County he recognized Noah Wilkerson from a wanted poster. He attempted to arrest him, but after a scuffle he shot Noah dead as he attempted to flee. Meldrum then collected the $200 reward.
• 1904 — Meldrum was hired around 1902 as the head guard for the famous Tomboy Mine near Telluride, as well as a deputy sheriff for San Miguel County. In 1904 he killed a drunken, yet unarmed Olaf Thissell during an altercation at the mine. Meldrum was formally charged, but with none of the several witnesses willing to testify against him, the case was dismissed.
• 1907 — Meldrum was sent to arrest a drunken David Lambert who had just mortally shot a Tomboy Mine guard. When Meldrum found Lambert in hiding, he shot and killed him while claiming self-defense. He was again formally charged, but with no witnesses he was found not guilty.
• 1912 — As the town marshal of Baggs, Wyoming, 40 miles north of Craig, Bob was called to quiet down popular local cowboy Chick Bowen who was whooping and hollering in the street. After arguing his innocence, an unarmed Chick finally agreed to go with Meldrum. When he bent down to pick up his hat, Bob shot him multiple times; he died the next day.
The killing of the unarmed Chick Bowen was the last straw for tolerance of Meldrum’s methods. He was arrested, tried three times due to appeals, and finally found guilty of manslaughter in 1916. He was sentenced to 5-7 years in the Wyoming State Penitentiary but only served roughly 18 months.
While awaiting trial in 1914, Meldrum made several pen and ink drawings based on actual events. He had no known art education and drew only from memory; however, his technique was masterful and the likenesses of actual characters are uncanny. A couple examples are included with this post.
After his shortened prison term, Meldrum eventually settled in Walcott, Wyoming where he opened a saddle shop. Again, even with limited experience in the trade, his craftsmanship rivaled that of substantially more experienced saddle makers of the day.
Meldrum’s shop burned down in 1926. Soon after he simply packed up, left town and was never seen nor heard from again.
The museum has a standing $500 reward for any information leading to the discovery of Bob Meldrum’s death and his ultimate whereabouts.
Be sure to check out our new Bob Meldrum exhibit that includes some of the only known original pieces of his leather work. It also includes an exact replica of, and the story behind, Meldrum’s extravagant Colt pistol that was once housed in our museum until sold by its owner in 2010 for $258,000.
Paul Knowles is assistant director of the Museum of Northwest Colorado. To learn more, drop by the Museum of Northwest Colorado at 590 Yampa Ave., or visit the museum’s Facebook page, facebook.com/MuseumNorthwestColorado.
Colorado Trust: Say hello to The C.R.A.I.G. Group
In May 2018 a group of Craig residents attended a meeting to learn about a new group being formed in our community in partnership with The Colorado Trust. The eventual team that formed decided on the acronym The C.R.A.I.G. Group as their name, which stands for Craig Residents Advocating for Inclusion and Growth.
We strive to be inclusive and to spread those ideals outward into the greater community to help our community grow, to prosper, to thrive. We are passionate about where we live, we love where we live, and we want to see it be its best. Health equity is the foundation of our work, but what does that mean? In the simplest terms, it’s recognizing that not everyone has had the same opportunities in life so the “playing field” isn’t level. We want to level out the playing field.
So, we’ve been meeting for over a year and what have we accomplished?
• We’ve talked with over 400 people in the Craig community about what they love about this place and what they want to see improved.
• We’ve granted $500 to Love INC for their PB & J weekend food bags program.
• We’ve granted $1,000 to Yampa Valley Pregnancy and Family Center for their “Learn While You Earn” program.
• We’ve granted $2,000 to the Senior Social Center for their volunteer outreach program.
• And finally, we’ve granted $2,000 to Freedom Hooves for their scholarship program.
In addition to granting money to different organizations in town, we’ve begun analyzing data that was collected through the interviews with community members. This data is invaluable in helping us to understand what challenges and opportunities exist in our community. In order to truly create change we need to understand the deeper root causes of these issues in the place we call home.
What is The C.R.A.I.G. Group’s plan moving forward?
• We will have two more small grant cycles in 2019. Applications are due July 15 and October 15.
• We plan to offer relevant trainings for our group and the larger Craig community.
• We’re finding ways to be more involved in various community events and activities.
• We’ll use the data to select issues that we want to work on as a team and identify opportunities for change.
• And finally, we’ll continue to love our community, to challenge it to be better, and appreciate those who call it home.
We invite you to join us on this journey! The C.R.A.I.G. Group meets the first and third Tuesdays of the month; food, childcare, and interpretation are provided free of charge. Are you interested in learning more about our group or applying for funding? Please contact Karli Bockelman at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Karli Bockelman is community organizer for Colorado Trust, a health equity foundation dedicated to advancing the health and well-being of the people of Colorado.
Over a Cup of Coffee: A tasty recipe for barbecue ribs
According to our thermometer it was 77 degrees today so it won’t be long until we will all be using our grills. Probably most of you have been already. This week’s recipe for “Country Style Barbecue Ribs” comes from my cookbook without a cover. The recipe is credited to Mrs. Dennis Sutter.
Country Style Barbecue Ribs
• ½ cup catsup
• ¾ cup bottled barbecue sauce
• ¼ cup cider vinegar
• ½ cup pineapple juice
• ½ cup chopped onion
• 1 fresh clove garlic, minced
• 1 teaspoon salt
• ¼ teaspoon pepper
• 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
• 1/8 teaspoon hot sauce
• 1 ½ cups brown sugar, packed
Combine catsup, barbecue sauce, vinegar, pineapple juice, onion, garlic, salt, pepper, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, and brown sugar in a saucepan. Bring to a boil and simmer for 1 ½ hours, covered.
• 12 lean, meaty country-style pork ribs
• ½ cup butter
• 1 (9×12-inch) disposable pan
Heat charcoal grill to medium high. Rub the ribs with butter or margarine and sprinkle with paprika. Place on the heated grill and brown on all sides. Place ribs in disposable pan. Turn heat on grill to low. Cover the ribs with the barbecue sauce and put the pan on the grill. Continue simmering the ribs on the charcoal grill until tender, approximately 1 ½ hours. If the grill has a cover, close it; if not, cover the pan with foil so the ribs won’t get dry. When done, remove ribs to a platter. If desired, pass remaining sauce in a side dish for those wishing more sauce for the ribs. Serves 6.
Our granddaughter Megan Prather, of Alaska, called me with a tip for making a cool treat for a summer snack or lunch. It would also go well with barbecue ribs.
To make cucumber sandwiches you will need one cucumber or more, some lunch meat, and cheese. First, slice the cucumber, probably fairly thin. To make each “sandwich, place a slice of cucumber on a plate. Add some lunchmeat and cheese and put another slice of cucumber on top. Eat it like that or dip it in ranch dressing or another dressing of your choice. What a cool idea! Thanks, Megan!
If you have a recipe that you would like to share with readers, please send it to me at PO Box 415, Craig 81626 or call me at 970-824-8809.
David Ulrich: What a year for Moffat County School District
It is amazing to me that another year has come and gone for our students and staff. Before we move too far into the summer, I want to be sure and take an opportunity to thank everyone for a great 2018-19 school year! We have much to celebrate!
• All three elementary schools exceeded their reading goals for the year as prescribed by the Early Literacy Grant! Each school had three goals so they were nine out of nine district-wide!
• Moffat County School District has been awarded an $835,000 BEST grant for a new roof at Sunset Elementary School. The total estimate for the project is approximately $1.6 million. We are going to try our hardest to get this work done this summer, however, it will be contingent upon the availability of companies and a timeline that will not disrupt the educational process.
• Four Moffat County High School seniors earned the first-ever Seal of Bi-literacy endorsement on their high school diplomas. The Seal of Bi-literacy is an award recognized by Colorado Department of Education and acknowledges students who have studied and attained proficiency in two or more languages by high school graduation.
• In February, we learned that MCSD received a security grant of over $100,000 from CDE to upgrade classroom door locks at Sandrock Elementary School and the high school. The grant will also allow us to significantly upgrade our radio communications in buildings and on our buses.
• MCSD had a Colorado State Teacher of the Year finalist: Amy Jones.
• MCSD had a Colorado Assistant Principal of the Year honoree: Sara Linsacum.
• MCSD had a Colorado Outstanding Administrative Leader in Reading from Colorado Council of the International Reading Association for Sunset Principal Jill Hafey. This award is to promote and recognize administrative support of quality reading instruction in Colorado schools.
• MCHS’s FIRST Robotics team had a successful inaugural season.
• CMS’s FIRST Lego League team had a successful season as well.
• Project Lead the Way Launch was implemented in MCSD elementary schools. PLTW Launch is a nationally recognized approach to engaging students in Science, Technology, Engineering and Math related learning. Students are challenged to implement a “design-thinking mindset through compelling activities, projects, and problems that build upon each other and relate to the world around them.”
• MCHS and CMS had several students who qualified for state and national competitions in a variety of sports and activities, including state champions in track and rodeo.
While this list isn’t exhaustive of the great things that have gone on this year, you can see, we clearly have reasons to be proud of the work accomplished on behalf of our students and staff. Next year, we will move into year three of the MCSD Strategic Plan. If we keep our focus on this plan and our district mission statement, we will continue to educate and inspire our students to thrive in an environment of change.
I hope each of you have a wonderful, relaxing summer and please know that I’m truly grateful that you choose Moffat County School District.