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HONORING A LIFETIME OF SHAPING YOUNG LIVES

January 21st, 2013, 12:01 pm by

Robert Savage in 2005 showing Cub Scouts how to tie a rope knot at Camp Alexander in Lake George.

When I heard the Boy Scouts were honoring volunteer Robert Savage for 55 years of dedicated service, I called “Mr. Scout” Keith Grove to find out more.

Grove, after all, should know. He’s been a Boy Scout for 72 years.

Imagine that. Between them, they have devoted 127 years to teaching boys values such as being trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent.

Actually, Savage traces his scouting roots about as far back as Grove. But he took a few years off before rejoining scouting as an adult volunteer in 1952.

In fact, both men share similar life stories that mirror the Scout oath of doing “my best . . . to God and my country.”

Savage, 82, joined scouting as a boy in Virginia, where his dad worked at a YMCA. Scouting was a natural after a childhood at the Y, Savage said, because the two organizations shared similar values.

He made it to star scout, a couple levels below eagle, before dropping out during World War II.

“We didn’t do much advancement because most of the scout masters had left to join the Army or Navy and fighting the war,” Savage said. “The guys left behind didn’t know much more than me. Eventually I dropped out.”

He joined the Air Force in 1951, got married a year later and was stationed in Denison, Texas, where they were raising three young children. He was asked to work with the local Boy Scout troop as he was leaving church one Sunday in 1957.

“Two months later, the scout master had a heart attack and I took over,” Savage said. “I’ve been with it ever since.”

That includes stints in Germany and various Air Force bases around the country where Savage was stationed during his 26-year career. After he retired as a senior master sergeant in 1977, Savage deepened his commitment, working primarily as an adult trainer.

“If you work with the type of people who share your values, you know you’re not going to end up with a bunch of drunks or something like that,” he said. “They are the best of the best.”

When he and his wife relocated to Colorado Springs in 1998, one of his first acts was to contact the Pikes Peak Council and get signed up.

Grove, who turned 83 on Friday, echoed Savage’s sentiments and reasons for his long association with scouts.

Like Savage, Grove joined as a boy in Nebraska and worked his way up to second-class scout. But he never advanced due to a simple reason.

“I never learned to swim,” he said, noting that he served three years in the Navy without being able to swim. Still can’t.

But Grove never quit scouting. He kept re-registering throughout his high school years in Colorado Springs and after his graduation in 1948, even though he could not achieve eagle status.

His interest stayed with him as he served in the Navy and then during a 27-year career in the Air Force where he achieved chief master sergeant.

“My whole life, my moral values, religious values, civic values, all came from my being in scouting,” Grove said. “I managed to make it through 27 years in the military and never used profanity, never smoked, never drank.”

I think he took that Scout law to heart.

Robert Savage in 1970

Grove is proud to have helped restart scouting in Germany after World War II. And in his retirement, he has devoted much effort to spreading the Boy Scout message around the world, including a trip to Russia in 1992 to restart scouting there.

Both Savage and Grove are proud to note that while neither reached eagle scout, both produced sons who are proud eagle scouts. Savage’s son, Don, earned his eagle. Savage’s two daughters were Girl Scouts, as well. And Grove’s three sons and two grandsons achieved eagle status.

I asked Barb Sweat, a member of the board of the Pikes Peak Council, what it means to have men like Savage and Grove devote their lives to scouting.

“It means hundreds of boys have a value system in place, thanks to their work,” Sweat said. “They’ve impacted hundreds of boys and even more adult leaders.”

Two lives devoted to serving their country and instilling values in young people. I’d say they have upheld the oath.

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CAN I GET AN ‘AMEN’ FOR PREACHER LEWIS?

January 22nd, 2012, 11:30 am by

Cassius Clay, who changed his name to Muhammad Ali in 1964, is shown in a 1960 photo from the Olympic Games in Rome.

Last Tuesday, much of the world paused to celebrate the 70th birthday of Muhammad Ali, once the most recognized man on the planet and perhaps the greatest boxer ever.

At a west-side nursing home, the milestone went unnoticed in the room of Fred “Preacher” Lewis, who once hit Ali with a right fist so devastating that it dropped him to the canvas.

The day was May 19, 1960, in the Cow Palace in San Francisco where the two men met in a semifinal bout of the U.S. Olympic boxing trials for the 178-pound light-heavyweights.

Ali, known then as Cassius Clay, was a smack-talking, two-time Golden Gloves and AAU national champion from Louisville, Ky.

Lewis was a native of Oklahoma who excelled in several sports as a youth before enlisting in the Air Force and becoming its boxing champ. He was known as “Preacher” because he had a strong Christian faith and led his teammates in prayer before each bout.

Before the fight, Clay was confident, Lewis told The Gazette Telegraph in 1991, predicting he would knock Lewis out.

Lewis said Clay’s taunts angered him and he channeled his fury inside the ring in the second round, knocking Clay on his butt.

So stunning was the blow that the referee forgot to count Clay out.

Fred "Preacher" Lewis in an undated photo

The crowd booed, Lewis recalled, as the referee stood silent. Clay regained his feet and the round ended. In the third, Clay jabbed and moved, winning a split decision by one point.

“He was always thinking in the ring,” Lewis said in 1991, recalling Clay’s punishing jab. “He’d try to get you confused.”

Lewis said Clay frustrated him and made him forget his strategy, lose his poise and, ultimately, the bout.

Clay went on to take the gold medal at the 1960 Olympic Games in Rome as Lewis went back to the Air Force.

In 1963, as Clay was floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee on his way toward the world professional heavyweight championship a year later, Lewis was winning the national amateur championship and the Pan American Games gold medal.

Lewis never dwelled on what might have been.

“I should have won,” Lewis said in 1991. “But when I look back now, it was all in God’s plan.”

Turns out “Preacher” was more than a nickname.

Lewis and his wife, Jean, moved to Colorado Springs in 1969 and retired here as Lewis started a boxing club called 3D for desire, discipline and dedication.

And he became a minister — ordained by the Rev. Milton Proby Jr. at St. John’s Baptist Church in 1975.

Fred "Preacher" Lewis paints a scripture verse on the side of his truck in this 2005 photo.

But Lewis was never a church preacher. His pulpit was his pickup truck, which was covered with scripture verses he painted all over it.

“He was a street preacher,” said Jean, his wife of 56 years.

Rather than stand on the corner and shout, like some, Lewis parked in the street and quietly waited.

I used to see him parked along Academy Boulevard and Hancock Expressway and in Memorial Park.

“People would walk up and start talking about their problems,” Jean said. “He made a lot of friends. Touched a lot of lives.”

Fred "Preacher" Lewis paints scripture verses on his truck at Memorial Park in 2005.

He also used his truck to go visit nursing homes. Every day. Seven days a week, Jean said.

Now, he lives in one.

Clay couldn’t put him down. But a stroke in November 2010 floored him.

This man, once so powerful he flattened The Greatest, now can’t walk or talk.

Fred Lewis paints scripture verses on his truck in this 2000 photo.

But Lewis, who will be 77 in April, recognizes people and loves seeing family and friends.

“He gets really happy when people visit,” she said.

It’s hard for her to see him this way.

This man who was so filled with the scripture that it spilled all over his truck now is limited to a one-word response to everything.

“The only word he says,” Jean said, “is ‘amen.’ ”

What else is there to say?

Amen, Preacher Lewis.

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Here’s a link to a boxing website with information about Fred Preacher Lewis and his career.

Follow this link to a site about Muhammad Ali’s career.

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