Charlie was always as friendly as his smile suggests. He would often tease me, and I loved it, of course. Years later I was standing in the bleachers at a Tri-Cities track meet having driven down my sons and their friends from Spokane. Next to me was a gaggle of high school girls who suddenly erupted in excitement, "Mr. Hingston is here! Hey, Mr. Hingston!" I told them I went to high school with their coach. They disappeared. Ten minutes later, Charlie is giving me a bear hug. We laughed and reminisced for ten minutes or so, then he was gone - off to doing what he loved - being a high school coach.
I first met Charlie in the 2nd grade at Our Lady of the Lake. We were neighbors alphabetically and we spent a lot of class time sitting next to each other. He was not a brilliant student but he was always a gifted athlete, and impossible to guard in touch football at recess. The picture of him that sticks in my mind is from the Fall of our junior year at Blanchet. Our class held a tricycle race around the quad, homeroom against homeroom. As I recall, Charlie won. But the winning photo in my mind is Charlie, with all of his competitive intensity showing in his face, on an undersized trike, rounding that last curve, on his way to the finish line. I think someone captured a photo of him and printed it, but I could find none in the yearbook so it must have been in the Miter. What a great guy.
Gary Darnell
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Mary Sullivan (DeLateur)
Charlie was always as friendly as his smile suggests. He would often tease me, and I loved it, of course. Years later I was standing in the bleachers at a Tri-Cities track meet having driven down my sons and their friends from Spokane. Next to me was a gaggle of high school girls who suddenly erupted in excitement, "Mr. Hingston is here! Hey, Mr. Hingston!" I told them I went to high school with their coach. They disappeared. Ten minutes later, Charlie is giving me a bear hug. We laughed and reminisced for ten minutes or so, then he was gone - off to doing what he loved - being a high school coach.
Rod Harmon
I first met Charlie in the 2nd grade at Our Lady of the Lake. We were neighbors alphabetically and we spent a lot of class time sitting next to each other. He was not a brilliant student but he was always a gifted athlete, and impossible to guard in touch football at recess. The picture of him that sticks in my mind is from the Fall of our junior year at Blanchet. Our class held a tricycle race around the quad, homeroom against homeroom. As I recall, Charlie won. But the winning photo in my mind is Charlie, with all of his competitive intensity showing in his face, on an undersized trike, rounding that last curve, on his way to the finish line. I think someone captured a photo of him and printed it, but I could find none in the yearbook so it must have been in the Miter. What a great guy.