Clarendon alumni lost two great men over the past month, both of whom made a lasting impact on our community in their own way. Jack Hall and Don Beck are two guys who influenced your editor and countless others during their lifetimes.
Jack Hall was no stranger to Donley County with roots in Alanreed and a coaching career that spanned three decades. At Clarendon Junior High, Coach Hall never really got too worked up over much, but he expected discipline on the field or in PE class. He was usually happy and smiling, but still he had his paddle at the ready should you need some “encouragement.”
Coach Hall, along with Coach Kirby Hatley, did their best to teach us the fundamentals of football, basketball, and track and field. Much of that didn’t really sink in for a nerd like me, which led to my stellar career as a Colt and Lady Colt manager my eighth grade year alongside Michael Morrow and Anthony Cole. I think Coach Hall appreciated my talent off the court. Lord knows I didn’t have any on the court.
While molding young minds in junior high is a legacy in itself, Coach Hall left his mark in a much more permanent way after his retirement from education and his appointment as Donley County Judge in 1997. He took office just as the state was starting to care about its historic courthouses, and Donley County’s temple of justice was in a sad state that’s hardly even possible to imagine today. Its third-floor tower and dormers had been gone since the 1930s, its plumbing and electrical systems were below standards, it reeked of bat crap, and it was basically falling apart. Judge Jack Hall led the county as a champion of preservation and saved the 1890 courthouse.
It was not an easy task. Critics of the courthouse project have largely become fans of the Jewel of the Plains or at least become very silent. It wasn’t that way in the midst of the project though when opposition was staunch and vocal. Judge Hall was undeterred. He never lost his cool in any debate. He calmly explained things and extolled the benefit of the courthouse preservation grant. “You’re going to give me 85 cents, and all I have to do is put up 15 cents? I’ll take that deal every day,” Hall would say, simplifying the math for anyone to understand.
Several times I’d ask him if he thought the project was going to happen, without fail his response was: “I just don’t see it any other way.” After the Courthouse was rededicated in 2003 in all its restored glory, Hall would continue to be its biggest champion, and you could see the pride bursting forth every time he led visitors on tours of the building.
Jack Hall was a friend and a hero for Donley County. His legacy will endure as long as the 1890 Donley County Courthouse stands.
Coach Don Beck made his mark in a different way. His obituary published last week chronicles his coaching career quite well. He came to Clarendon High School in the late 1980s at the tail end of that career as an assistant coach. Former athletes can tell you more about his coaching style and probably the meaning of the quote from him that went around my senior year: “If it ain’t pullin’, you ain’t doin’ it right!”
For me and many others Coach Beck’s impact came in the classroom. I loved history, but history class was something I just tolerated. It was often presented in boring textbook reading and memorization of dates and events. But my junior year was different with Coach Beck and US History. Coach Beck taught by lecture, much like a college class, but did so with a wit and insight that made history fun and entertaining.
Students of all backgrounds and learning levels knew their American history if they had Coach Beck. We were required to memorize and understand the Preamble to the US Constitution and the all-important line from the Declaration of Independence, which starts “We hold these truths to be self-evident…”
With his Texas-twang and his unique perspective, Coach Beck painted a picture or told the story in such way you’d never forget it.
Coach Beck on Cornado’s expedition through what is now Donley County and the Texas Panhandle in the 1500s: “Now people, when they got here, there weren’t no birds and there weren’t no squirrels because there weren’t no trees. All there was was a bunch of Indians running around naked hunting grasshoppers for groceries.”
The accuracy of his description of the flora, fauna, and native inhabitants of the Llano Estacado notwithstanding, Coach Beck immediately gave you the image of starkness of the Staked Plains and gave you a good chuckle at the same time.
Coach Beck on Irish immigrants helping build the transcontinental railroad: “The Irish had come to America because of the Tater Famine in Ireland. Now some people call ‘em taters; other people call ‘em pertaters.”
I could go on all day, but you get the picture. Some of Coach Beck’s observations probably aren’t politically correct today. But we didn’t care much about that in the Reagan years.
Coach Beck would retire for good not long after our class graduated in 1989, but he kept his connections to Donley County for a long time and was a longtime subscriber to this newspaper after I purchased it in 1995. His love of history and telling it as something more than facts and figures, was an inspiration, and his students loved the man.
Rest well, gentlemen. You ran the good race here on earth and left a mark that won’t soon be forgotten.
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