Tancock ignited Maggie O’Reilly’s love of history and politics
Hmm, how do I begin to describe Ken Tancock and the impact he had on my life? For starters, I must confess it is still difficult for me to call him Ken. At Laurier, we always called him Mr. Tancock or just Tancock, not out of disrespect but because it had a powerful, decisive ring to it, both of which he was. High school was not an easy time for me. I was self-conscious, an outsider to the Guildwood community and, overall, it was a lonely time for me. I did love to learn, however, so I clung to those who were serious about teaching and cared about their students. Thus I cannot overstate the importance Ken Tancock played in my life. I remember him striding into the classroom, fairly bursting with energy, often sporting a dark turtleneck and desert boots, if I'm not mistaken, both of which I consequently still have a fondness for, whether in style or not. Though not a tall man, his forward momentum made him seem like a giant to me. Tancock would drop his large stack of materials with...
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