Dan Sullivan
Married: Wife Kathy-29 years—March 28, 1981
Children: Ryan 28, Mark 27, Erin 25, and Leah 23.
Grandchild: Sofie 3
Profession: Teacher, Coach; Princeville, IL
30 years (with a 7 year stint in Brimfield 1987-1994).
Born: Tomahawk, WI, September 18, 1958
Raised: South
Milwaukee, WI
Professional Influences: Jerry Sullivan, Tom Hawley, Ron Blomberg,
Bill Spaltoltz, Harley Knosher, Tom Bruna, Chuck Rolinski, Richard Thinnes, and
Bobby Anderson.
Education:
South
Milwaukee High School
Class of 1976
Knox College, Galesburg,
IL, BA Political Science 1980
Western Ill. University,
Macomb, IL,
MS Educational Administration 2003
Enjoys:
Reading
Watching TV—Law and Order, The
Office
Marathon Running—5 (3 Chicago
and 2 Duluth)—Best
time 3:31:47 (8:04 per mile)
Visiting the Community of St. John’s
Active in Peoria
Cursillo
History:
I was born in the small town of Tomahawk,
Wisconsin in north central Wisconsin.
My parents, Sandra and Jerry Sullivan moved to South Milwaukee, Wisconsin
when I was two. Dad grew up in Ashland, Wisconsin and
mom grew up in many places, California and Northern Wisconsin being two of them. Mom and dad met in Ashland
at Northland College and were married on December 28,
1957. I have three brothers, Tim, who is
a fireman in Mesa, Arizona,
Jeremy, who was a policeman in Milwaukee,
WI and passed away in the summer
of 2008, and Robbie who passed away in 1982.
Both I believe by the Grace of God are in heaven.
My childhood was a happy one. I lived at 1407 Marshall Avenue. Our home was a half a block from Parkway Grade School. I went to Parkway from Kindergarten to sixth
grade. I still remember all of my grade
school teachers. K-Ms. Voras, 1st-Ms.
Nesbitt, 2nd-Ms. Gear, 3rd-Ms. Mills, 4th-Ms.
Hester, 5th-Mr. Nicholson, 6th-Mr. Norm Shomish. South Milwaukee Junior High was in the east
part of town. We went to seventh, eight
and ninth grade there. I remember my social studies teacher Mr. Kujawa best, I
also remember the PE teacher Mr. Bill Scherer.
I was active in sports although I was small. I played football, basketball and tennis at
SMJH. I was on the “B” team for football
and basketball.
Moving on to high school was an adventure as it is
for most students. The transition was
easier for me as my dad was a teacher and coach at the high school. There I played for him in football my
sophomore year and basketball my junior and senior years. We had very good sports teams winning
championships and eventually winning the WIAA State Basketball Championship in
1976. Sports and social studies were the
focus of my life at this time. My social
life consisted of running around with my friends and playing basketball at
Rawson or Zion Lutheran playground. I
was blessed with having great coaches and teachers. The field house in South Milwaukee is named after my dad—Jerry
Sullivan Field house and the football stadium is named for my football coach
Mr. Bill Spaltholtz. My teachers were
knowledgeable and caring
I have always been interested in sports as a participant
and a Packer, Bucks and Brewers fan. I
also like the Wisconsin Badgers. You
might be curious as to how I ended up in Central Illinois
after being such a Cheese Head. After
going to Knox College,
in Galesburg, IL every summer for basketball camp from age
nine on, I went to Knox as a student in the fall of 1976. I had four wonderful years there (five if you
count the one after my graduation—finishing my teaching certification and
waiting for Kathy O’Neill to finish her sophomore year). I played basketball all four years, starting
a game only on senior day. My campus
employment consisted of working in the library (archiving things), working in
the music library, working in the dish room, and I was the statistician for
three years for the football team coached by Joe Campanelli
and two for the baseball team coached by Tim Heimann.
I started teaching and coaching in the fall of 1980
at Costa Catholic
School in Galesburg.
I was a student teacher of junior high social studies and the head football
coach. I coached the 7th and
8th grade team and the freshman team. We won one game that season (a freshman game
at Bushnell). I loved teaching at Costa
and learned much from Mary Norton, my supervising teacher. Side note:
My team played a Saturday freshman football game in a small town called
Princeville. That Saturday night my
girlfriend Kathy and I marveled at how small the town was and how the football
field was in the middle of a corn field!
At the end of that fall I was going to volunteer at
Knox to help with the basketball team. I
was offered a position as Junior High Basketball coach at Bushnell-Prairie City
and loading dock assistant at Vaughn Bushnell Hammer Factory. This seemed to go very well until I was let
go at the hammer plant for failing a back x-ray. Mr. McGinnes, the principal at BPC Jr. High,
arranged a job for me at Norcross Steel Fabricating. It was a dirty, noisy, smelly but fun job. I was cutting 20’ pieces of steel into 3’
pieces. I did this for eight hours a
day, showered at Bushnell Prairie City Junior High, conducted basketball
practice or coached a game and went home to my efficiency apartment in
Galesburg—and did it all over again the next day. I had a good season there working for Mr.
Fred Theil (the eighth grade coach) and Neal Alexander (the varsity coach in
Bushnell at the time).
Basketball season ended in late January and I really
did not see myself as a lifer at Norcross and wondered what I would do
next. Attending church one Saturday
evening Sister Maureen principal of Costa asked me what I was doing—and would I
be interested in a teaching position. I
said I was indeed interested and replaced a teacher who left for medical
reasons. I started my paid teaching
career teaching sixth grade (self contained) in a room without windows to
children who—I came to find out--had virtually driven the former teacher to her
medical condition.
Well it could not have been better. The kids came around. We had a good relationship and I hope they
learned as much as possible from a newbie.
The only drawback was payday. I
was paid $470.00 once a month. As spring emerged in
1981, Kathy and I decided to get married.
My students gave Kathy and me some cash and a recipe box with their
mothers’ favorite recipes inside. As our
rent was $250.00 and monthly pay $470.00.
I figured I might have to move to public education if Kathy and I were
to have a family. A job came open in South Milwaukee so I
applied and was hired. Leaving Costa was
bitter/sweet as it was a fun place to teach and the people were very nice.
Kathy and I moved all of our belongings to South Milwaukee as Kathy
took summer classes and I worked another summer for the Milwaukee Bucks
Basketball Camps. I looked forward to
teaching in the district where I grew and learned. The summer in Milwaukee went fine. I was off working for the Milwaukee Bucks
Camps and Kathy was attending Cardinal
Stritch College. She seemed very tired that summer and got to
know my brothers Jeremy and Robbie.
My teaching position at South Milwaukee Junior High
was never finalized with a contract signing.
I really had no doubts about my employment and that turned out to be a
mistake. At the end of the summer as I
was working a girls’ basketball camp in Galesburg
I was called by my mom. She said a
registered letter was awaiting me at the post office. Because of dad’s employment at SMHS she knew
what the letter was. I was laid
off. A teacher reduction had been
grieved to the board of education in South
Milwaukee and when it all got sorted out I was the
last hired and was the person to be let go.
I called Kathy with the news (she was in Wilmette)
and she proceeded to tell me that she had been to the doctor that day and was
pregnant with our first baby.
Needless to say I was devastated. My buddy Dave Workman comforted me by saying,
“20 years from now we’ll be laughing about this” and my coach, Harley Knosher
said, “Well, we just have to get you a job by the end of this week.”
In fact I was offered two jobs that week. The first offer came after an interview at Lake Forest High School. The job would be monitoring the library and
coaching. It would be an hourly
position. When I called the placement
office at Knox they were surprised that I was looking work. They told me if they had known that they
would have contacted me about a position in Princeville that had recently
opened up. When I told coach Knosher about this he said he knew people in Princeville
and if I wanted to teach and coach there I would have a good chance at the
position. After the interview in Lake Forest, Kathy and I came back to Galesburg and prepared for the interview in
Princeville.
Now earlier I mentioned that I had been to
Princeville before to coach a freshmen football game. Kathy came to watch that game—so we were
anxious to say the least. When we
arrived at the High School there was much road construction in the front of the
building as curbs and gutters had just been added. I went into the building and introduced
myself to Gary Sterr my future principal. Kathy went to the teachers’ lounge and met
Carter Ness and I proceeded to the interview.
I remember being interviewed by Bill Banks, Gary Sterr,
Tom Bruna, and Jim Yauornik. There was probably a board member there but I
do not remember. The interview went well
in fact at the end they handed me a typed
contract to sign. I asked if I could
check with my wife and they brought Kathy down to the Board Room. We had a few questions and they were
answered—and I signed! On the way back
to Galesburg I
heard Kathy quietly crying and asked what was wrong—she said, “what the heck am I going to do in Princeville?”
A few days later we packed our things and moved out
of my parents’ house to Princeville with nowhere to live or stay. I did however remember Jim Yauornik saying, “people here will
help you but you have to ask.” When we
arrived we found no hotel/motel and had no idea where we were or what to
do. I called coach Yauornik
and he took us into his home until we found a small house to rent. Kathy and I were prepared to spend a couple
years in Princeville and move back to the suburbs of Milwaukee
or Chicago. Little did we know this would be our home for
the next 25-30 years.
The place we would raise our children and welcome our first grandchild Sofie Sullivan.