Ask anyone in the NSCDS community and they will surely tell you it’s always a good day to be a Raider. Most will probably say it’s always a great day to be a Raider, as they burst with school pride while talking about the girls tennis team winning its second straight state championship or the field hockey team making its third straight Final Four appearance.
And then there are the days when it’s truly extraordinary to be a Raider.
Friday, October 5, was one of those special days— the day of the annual Dig Pink volleyball game to support cancer research. In the middle of a close third set of an even closer match, libero Kali Pfannerstill ’20 eyed the ball as it made its way to a Christian Liberty Academy outside hitter. Anticipating where the slam would land, Kali instinctively reached out both arms and made a diving dig, robbing her opponents of a near-certain point.
MIDDLEBURY—Once Pastor Philip Yoder finished his Christmas Day sermon and the worship music quieted down, members of the Forks Mennonite Church congregation lingered in the aisles longer than usual as they hugged and reminisced about days gone by.
The church was closing its doors forever after 159 years.
Middlebury resident Mike Miller was one of those who was lingering following the service. He shared one of his earliest memories of the church with Pastor Yoder.
LAGRANGE—On a cool Thursday June morning, dark clouds loomed in the sky and rain threatened, but none of that mattered to LaGrange resident Jean Pearson as she stood in Greenwood Cemetery, watching a pair of workers from LaGrange Monument Works carefully place her father’s headstone.
In that moment, the only thought running through Pearson’s mind was that her dad was finally home.
Her father, Pfc. Lyle James Houchin, a member of the U.S. Army’s 109th Infantry Unit, was killed in action on Jan. 30, 1945 during the Battle of Colmar Pocket in Alsace, France. Pearson was only 3-months old at the time.
WESTPORT—She sits quietly in her modest cubicle, hunched over a keyboard. Artwork hangs in a meager attempt to cover the otherwise plain and uninspiring walls. She mindless types away. After working here for three years, her daily routine is mundane at best, offering few challenges and even less thought.
It is definitely not a place that breeds creativity.
It is also not a place where someone would expect to find a flourishing fashion designer, but there she sits. Her name is Jamilah Knight and she is a graduate of both the college’s fashion design program and the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York City.
OVERLAND PARK—With a raspy voice, the emcee announces the final call for grand entry. Figures dressed in majestic regalia begin to amass near the entrance. As the colorful yarn, ribbons and feathers that adorn their regal attire come together, they weave an exquisite impromptu tapestry.
While the field of colors continues to accumulate, one figure emerges.
He stands about six feet tall. His face painted yellow with two vertical black streaks, one through the center of each eye, running from forehead to chin and painted black lips. His hair tightly braided into two pony tails, one draped over each shoulder. On his head, he wears a “dog soldier bonnet,” a headdress covered in feathers that comes from his people, the Southern Cheyenne. He commands attention.