By What few of those young scholars or their parents knew was that before the teacher they called Mrs. Hauprich entered her classroom each morning, she had sent her own 10 children off to a variety of other academic settings.
What few of those young scholars or their parents knew was that before the teacher they called Mrs. Hauprich entered her classroom each morning, she had sent her own 10 children off to a variety of other academic settings.
It was nearly half a century ago that our “Cheaper By The Dozen” clan moved from a cramped Cape Cod style cottage in Latham to the rambling Victorian that remains our beloved family homestead on Church Avenue in Ballston Spa.
At the time we ranged in age from five to 19, and before we had a chance to finish unpacking our suitcases, we were being tutored in local history as well as a host of other subjects not mandated by any Board of Education.
It started out slowly enough, with my parents (who celebrated their 72nd wedding anniversary in March 2020) accepting an invitation from Mom’s esteemed teaching colleagues, Helen and Al Eisenhauer, to dine with them at one of the village’s finest restaurants.
Dressed in our Sunday’s Best, we took our seats at the table set for 14 and would surely have scored better grades on the Social Studies tests that were to follow if only we’d been permitted to take notes instead of minding our manners as per our mother’s instructions. Both she and her mother, Catherine Tiernan Bopp, could easily have given lessons on such things as the importance of keeping one’s elbows off the table, but in those days, my siblings and I assumed etiquette was taught in every home.
Another incorrect assumption was that everyone’s mother and grandmother lectured on the values of compassion, courage, honesty, integrity, patience, perseverance and respect. Both my mother, who celebrated her 90th birthday in 2015, and my maternal grandmother, who passed away just before her 100th birthday in 1990, taught far more about these subjects by example than they did by lecturing — though each did her fair share of both!
Of the nine children my grandmother bore, she saw only six survive to adulthood as two daughters died in infancy while a teenaged son perished in an auto accident. Despite these tragic losses, Catherine Tiernan Bopp chose to count her blessings and dedicated herself to enriching the lives of children in and outside of our family circle.
Not until I welcomed my own three babies into the world could I begin to fathom the anguish my grandmother had endured long before I was born and to admire the faith and fortitude that became the hallmarks of her life.
Those same traits saw my mother through the roughest of passages — not the least of which involved returning to college around her 40th birthday to complete her Master’s degree — before the luxury of online courses and Internet searches. Suffice to say that the standards Mrs. Hauprich was to set for her students at Malta Avenue Elementary School five decades ago were no higher than those she set for herself.
Coming home at the end of a long day in the classroom, Mom somehow found the time to take an interest in our homework assignments and extracurricular activities before settling down to watch TV beside our father with a red pen in her hand and stack of papers awaiting grading on her lap!
Some evenings Mom would take the telephone to a quiet nook so she could call the parents of students about whom she was genuinely concerned. It was during this time that I first realized that a teacher’s heart — like the heart of a mother — is capable of growing in proportion to the number of children in her care.
NOTE: Mom passed away peacefully at home in the presence of loved ones on December 2, 2022 at the age of 97. Below is a video tribute to her created by her youngest child, Mary Hauprich Reilly. The obituary of Audrey Bopp Hauprich can be read at this link: https://ballstonspaliving.com/audrey-miriam-bopp-hauprich_obituary/
Mom & Marylou
The following sidebar by Ann Hauprich was published in the Fall 2019 edition of Simply Saratoga magazine. CLICK HERE for PDF version:
The fact that my retired school teacher Mom (nee Audrey Miriam Bopp) and Queen of Saratoga Marylou (nee Mary Louise Schroeder) were both born in 1925 was but one of the things they had in common.
The first is that I was among those lining the sidewalks outside of Border’s (then on Broadway) when Marylou and husband John Hendrickson arrived in an elegant horse-drawn carriage that drew oohs and aahs from the crowd.
The second is that Marylou graciously posed for a photograph with my mother who, like Marylou, would be celebrating her 75th birthday before the end of the year. The fact that my retired school teacher Mom (nee Audrey Miriam Bopp) and Queen of Saratoga Marylou (nee Mary Louise Schroeder) were both born in 1925 was but one of the things they had in common.
An avid reader of historical biographies, Mom could not wait to begin turning the pages of the magnificent coffee-table style volume about Marylou’s late husband, C.V. (“Sonny”) Whitney. That Mom’s copy of the book for which Marylou had written the Foreword was personally autographed for its recipient made it a truly priceless addition to Mom’s expansive private library.
Titled The Legend of Cornelius Vanderbilt Whitney, the title by Jeffrey L. Rodengen had been commissioned by Hendrickson as what he termed “a long overdue tribute” to Marylou’s late husband. All proceeds from the sale were being donated to the new cardiac catheterization unit at Saratoga Hospital where as of around Labor Day 2000, related donations from Marylou and John had totaled well over $750,000.
Mom also treasures a golden Garland Heirloom pen inscribed not only with Marylou’s name but also with an inlaid portrait of the giver. It borders on the miraculous that Mom, who gifted me with nine siblings and is granny to two subsequent generations has succeeded in keeping the writing tool in mint condition for two decades.
Although now nearly blind and disabled by Parkinson’s disease, Mom shared a special wish following Marylou’s Summer 2019 passing. She asked that the pen (recently photographed by daughter Pamela) might one day be used to record additional memories of the many reasons she came to be respectful admirer of Marylou, commencing with the opening of the Saratoga Performing Arts Center half a century ago. I assured Mom this “homework assignment” would be lovingly and joyfully completed by what would have been Marylou’s 94th birthday on Christmas Eve 2019.
