Appreciating Mentors and Teachers – Bobby Rowell

The bewilderment of high school incites a range of afflictions, and I was negotiating more of them than I could manage when I was assigned to the English class taught by Bobby Rowell in Fontana, California in the early 1970s. Highschoolhallway

(Hallway photo from Facebook Group, FOHI Graduates)

At that time, the Klan was still active in Fontana, and even in 1980, an African American colleague of mine at the University of California, Riverside refused to come to my wedding for fear of intimidation by people of like sympathies. The Hell’s Angels were around the town in those days, and for that reason I was not allowed to go to the A & W restaurant/hamburger stand on Sierra Avenue where they tended to loiter. People said it was a tough town. VansCocktails

(Photo of Van’s Cocktail Lounge from Facebook Group, Fontana History and Culture)

It was a town full of immigrants: Slovenians, Italians, the Irish. On my mother’s side, a community of Finns. On my father’s, Germans. It was a town full of hardworking people. The steel workers liked a cold beer after work in the parking lot of the liquor store. The WWII veterans liked a shot or two of whiskey at the American Legion. My father and a few of my uncles were well-known in the local bars, and my friends and I would laugh about the bars and churches scattered around town. Steeler

Now I see that many small towns had the same blend of the sacred and the scurrilous, but somehow, we felt singular. Fontana’s reputation, though, extended beyond its borders. In Janet Fitch’s 2006 novel, Paint it Black (now made into a film), the main character drives from Los Angeles to Twenty-nine Palms, and Fontana is mentioned:

“Easy enough to die in Fontana, you could lie down on the tracks and be divided neatly, top and bottom. Or you could just pick a fight in a beer bar, expending the smallest insult, and let someone else do the job, bashing your skull against the concrete curb of the parking lot” (348).KSteelBlastFurnace(Photo of Kaiser Steel Blast Furnace from Facebook Group, Fontana History and Culture)

The hundreds of stories I heard growing up about someone getting into a fight in a bar resonate like the sounds of a guitar in my imagination. The echoes followed us through the hallways going from class to class. Finding our way, learning to conceive of new pathways for ourselves required help, and teachers were key figures as we navigated the changing culture and the possibilities. I had a history of excellent teachers, starting with Mrs. Shipp in the first grade, who made sure I had as many books to read as I wanted, moving on in middle school (then called junior high school) to the counter-culture interesting woman who didn’t shave her legs, Miss Cutler, and the entertaining sentence-diagramming Mrs. Hughes. The happy trend continued with Mr. Dison, a Texan with a wry wit, and then Mr. Rowell from Arkansas, also a man of great warmth and humor who couldn’t help but become friends with Mr. Dison. They were wonderful conversing with their elegant southern accents. I couldn’t have been more fortunate. BobbyJanyth(Photo of Janyth Dison and Bobby Rowell from FOHI Reunion 2012 )

Mr. Rowell had been recruited with the use of dazzling verbal advertisements about Fontana, California. It was near the ocean, they said, it was beautiful, it had stunning views, they said. I suppose they were almost right, despite everything to the contrary. For those of us who grew up there, and from a certain eye beholding, the beauty is in our memories and in the memories of our parents and others who helped to settle the town in the halcyon days when it was characterized by walnut groves, citrus orchards, chicken ranches, and hog farms. Mountains2

(Photo of mountains taken from Facebook Group, Fontana History and Culture)

The San Gabriel and San Bernardino mountain ranges create a sublime view to the north of town, both in their occasional snow on the heights and their autumn purple and blue shadows spilling down the slopes onto the growing little town, which started in 1913 (incorporated in 1952). Kaiser Steel, Inc., the largest steel mill on the West Coast during WWII, altered the agricultural nature of the town, even as it provided jobs for locals and the steady flux of immigrants from all over the nation. Mike Davis, who was born there and went on to become a well-known writer and scholar, calls Fontana the “Junkyard of Dreams,” in a chapter from his book City of Quartz.

ChickensThere in the junkyard of dreams at what was then the only high school in town, Mr. Rowell introduced us to some of the great literature of the world. We read Crime and Punishment, The Stranger, The Metamorphosis, The Grapes of Wrath, To Kill a Mockingbird and other classics. We talked about the characters, their dilemmas, their anguish. We experimented with creative writing, coming up with poems and stories. I was heartened by his inimitable low-key style, his calm demeanor. He seemed ever ready to be amused by something, and his class was never one to dread or avoid. It was in his class that I became aware of writing as a life direction. In the sometimes callous and brutal experiences of high school, Bobby’s class provided a place to think, a place to develop a larger perspective. (Photo of chickens taken from Facebook Group, Fontana History and Culture)

I call him “Bobby” now. A few of us who were in his classes in high school still gather for poetry readings, barbecues, musical events. 2011 lunch with RowellsAfter a career in the Fontana Unified School District, first as a teacher and then as a counselor, he retired and, for a time, spent half the year in California, the other half at his home in Arkansas. My husband (also a past student of Bobby’s) and I visited him there in 2008 where we had a memorable day riding on his boat. At the edge of the lake, we watched some eagles in their nest, and in the early evening we had dinner on the porch overlooking the lake. Bobby also helped me to catch my first fish, a catfish. ArkansasFish

Teachers like Bobby Rowell were vital to those of us who needed our gifts to be noticed, called out, and invigorated. We moved through the maze of social conflicts and painful realizations, not at all aware of how much we needed insightful teachers, people to steer us in an optimistic direction (I forgot to mention that Bobby was also my Driver’s Education teacher). To find a good mentor, a good teacher, is to find a prize.


Despite his difficulties from Parkinson’s disease, Bobby and Kenlyn attended a recent poetry reading, which included me as one of the featured poets. BobbyKenlynMeI was honored by his presence, someone who has known me since I was sixteen years old, and who first introduced me to some of the great poetry of the world.

Here’s to you, Bobby Rowell, a teacher with an eagle eye for irony and for meaning. Thank you.BobbyonBoat

Fitch, Janet. Paint it Black. New York: Little, Brown & Company, 2006.

25 thoughts on “Appreciating Mentors and Teachers – Bobby Rowell

  1. Thank goodness for teachers like Bobby. Your characterization of Fontana is really vivid and sounds like my hometown except you could substitute loggers and fishermen for the steelworkers.

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      1. I had a super strict teacher in elementary school named Mrs. Hawkins and she got me writing stories using a vocabulary list. The next best two teachers were Mr. Black in 10th Grade who taught us about poetry in a very methodical way that somehow made poetry almost like a formula. It was a great way to impose structure on wayward thoughts. My best university teacher also taught poetry using a text called “How does a poem mean” which I still have kicking around the house. All lessons and people that have stayed with me these decades later.

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        1. Sounds like the beginnings of a good story about those teachers, Susanne! I did have one strict teacher, and she was also focused on vocabulary, but we all sort of liked her anyway. If we yawned, she made us run around the building, saying that we must need fresh oxygen.

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  2. Carla, you were so blessed to have found a teacher like Bobby. What a special person who obviously touched the lives of so many students. And he obviously treasures you and is proud of your accomplishments! My uncle and aunt live in Mountain Home, Arkansas, where he does a lot of fishing. The land is so beautiful there.

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    1. Thank you, Luanne. Yes, so blessed. I still see a few of my high school and even junior high school teachers at social events, and my third grade teacher, who is in her nineties, lives in my city!

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  3. What a wonderful, wonderful and inspiring tribute. I know, first hand, how truly inspiring and satisfying they can be, while at the same time, very humbling. Your is a dilly, and you both should be proud, him for being there as he was (is) and you for realizing it. 🙂


    1. Thanks Peav! So glad you enjoyed it. I know you have received many wonderful messages from students over the years and that you know the high value of an influential teacher. Love you!


  4. What a wonderful heartwarming story Carla. Oh those lost days of our youth in Fontana, captured perfectly! I never had Bobby as a teacher but I’d always heard good things about him, he sounds like he was just the mentor you needed!

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  5. great job Carla / you nailed the essence of the big man / i remember when he had to sell his boat, I told him i thought i could hear the cry of all the fish in Arkansas celebrating / i usually would greet him with, “well, have you hassled any fish lately?” / another thing you could always count on was him having a better sense of humor than you / keep the pen flying (or whatever they call it now a days) / he was always encouraging and inspiring, and he could make us feel like maybe we weren’t a complete waist of time


    1. Thank you, Andrea. Yes, the culture of the town while I was growing up is something that I am continually drawing from when I write, and I don’t yet feel as if I have hit the mother-lode in terms of the material it provides. I am working on it in a few stories, and certainly want to capture the tone and sense I had of the town while it was still a small town.

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