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Review: Working with My Heroes

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Cover image of "Working with My Heroes" by John DeMain and Greg Hettmansberger

Working with My Heroes

Working with My Heroes, John Demain and Greg Hettmansberger. University of Wisconsin Press (ISBN: 9780299352202) 2026.

Summary: A memoir by Madison Symphony Orchestra’s director, tracing his mentors from Youngstown to the greats of American music.

His parents recognized his musical gifts at age three when he would join the women’s choir at Mt. Carmel Italian Church to sing the benediction hymns. Now in his eighties, John DeMain, music director of the Madison Symphony Orchestra for 32 years, has had an incredible life in music, which he recounts in this memoir, co-authored with the late Greg Hettmansberger, who died in a tragic auto accident in 2020. DeMain narrates his life while Hettmansberger provides researched background material. The demarcate their respective contributions in different typefaces.

Together, they trace his life from his childhood in Youngstown, Ohio, his training at Juilliard, his decision to conduct and early experiences, culminating with work with the Houston Grand Opera (HGO). In 1996, they staged the first production of George Gershwin’s complete score of Porgy and Bess, winning a Grammy Award for the recording. Leonard Bernstein told DeMain that this was the Porgy and Bess production that he had waited forty years to hear. It led to work with Bernstein, premiering A Quiet Place and with John Adams, premiering Nixon in China, in 1987. In 1994, when the HGO fell into financial troubles, DeMain realized a longing for symphonic conducting and pursued a position with the Madison Symphony Orchestra, believing Madison a good place for he and his wife Barbara to raise their young daughter.

DeMain has led the Madison Symphony Orchestra since then, recently stepping down as music director. He continues to direct the Madison Opera. During that time, he has led the Orchestra to take huge leaps in professionalism, enjoyed broad community support and engagement with the community, and opened a new performing arts center. All this and more is detailed in an informative and highly entertaining narrative. He includes stories of playing piano at a mob wedding and personal insights into many of the luminaries with whom he worked.

As a fellow Youngstown native, I enjoyed learning of the role Youngstown played in his development. He had gifted piano teachers, Hermann and Blanche Gruss. His first mentor was the founding conductor of the Youngstown Symphony, Michael Ficocelli. As his fourth grade music teacher, he taught him conducting and he filled in when Ficocelli couldn’t be there. At age nine, he soloed in Amahl and the Night Visitors with the Youngstown Playhouse. Eventually, he became dance rehearsal accompanist for a Playhouse production of Paint Your Wagon, mentored by music director Lillian Butcher Stambaugh. Then, he served as musical director of Brigadoon for the Playhouse as a high school freshman. A benefactor, Lawrence Lawler, recognizing his gifts, took him to see a touring company of the Metropolitan Opera in Cleveland.

All this culminated in entering the Youngstown Symphony’s concerto competition in 1961. Going up against more highly trained competition, including a Juilliard student, he won, opening the door for him to study at Julliard. During and after his time at Juilliard, He worked with John Kenley’s summer stock productions. Through Kenley, he learned to care for touring stars, culminating with opera great Giorgio Tozzi in Man of La Mancha. [I saw that production on a date in high school!]

DeMain not only chronicles his work with heroes like Jorge Mester at Juilliard, Julius Rudel at the New York City Opera, and Bernstein. He also takes us behind the scenes of various productions, both the technical and personal challenges. He describes his working relationship with various soloists and his flexibility in working with singers. For Porgy, he became a learner, learning from Black performers the southern religious culture behind the spirituals in the full version. Implicit in his account of the Madison years, I sense the community itself has been one of his heroes.

Don’t skip DeMain’s Afterword, “Some Notes for Conductors and Thoughts on the Future.” This is a concise but illuminating distillation of his philosophy of conducting. He also offers his own, mostly optimistic, reflections on the future of classical music.

DeMain and Hettmansberger collaborated seamlessly. Hettmansberger’s background material flows into DeMain’s storytelling without being disjointed. Thus, the book combines scholarly biography with engaging memoir.

Several years ago, I had the privilege to do a Zoom interview with Maestro DeMain for a blog article in my “Growing Up in Working Class Youngstown” series. It was a delightful hour, but I sensed that there was so much more we could have talked about. This book, while not exhausting the stories he could tell, gave me so much more. He portrayed his deep and ever-fresh love of all kinds of music. He captures the delight of working with composers, soloists, and musicians to bring that music to life. And in talking about his heroes, he reminds us of the village of people who formed each of us.

Review: Runs in the Family

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Runs in the Family, Sarah Spain and Deland McCullough. Simon Element (ISBN: 9781668036280) 2025.

Summary: An adopted child in difficult circumstances rises to coach in the NFL before finding his biological parents.

The couple had just lost a child. The father was a popular DJ in the town’s rock and roll station, the first Black DJ. The mother, Adelle, was a strong woman with an accounting background. They were popular and their house was a favorite party location on the East side of Youngstown. In March of 1973, they found a Black child in an orphanage in Pittsburgh. The adoption was easily approved and he was named Deland Scott McCullough.

Sadly the marriage did not last long. Adelle, Deland and his older brother Damon were on their own. The next years were harrowing as Adelle sometimes resorted to drug dealing to keep the family afloat and got involved in a string of abusive relationships with men. Growing up in those circumstances with the high crime rates of early 1980’s Youngstown, it did not look promising for Deland. But Adelle was determined to raise them right. Eventually, she cleans up her life. Damon sticks close to him as does an uncle. And Deland discovers a talent for football, working harder than other teammates at Campbell Memorial. Never a good student, he works hard to pass college entrance exams.

He led his team to winning seasons. Then Sherman Smith came into his life. Smith was the running backs coach for Miami University. He formerly played in the NFL. And he got his start at Youngstown’s North High School. He saw past the family’s impoverished circumstances and McCullough’s potential to the kind of young man he was coming, someone he hoped to mentor. McCullough accepted the scholarship offer, going on to have an outstanding four years, setting rushing records. He was frequently at the Smiths, watching their family and soaking up life advice.

He went on to a brief professional career, ended by injuries, worked at a juvenile center where he met Darnell, who he would marry, and at a charter school. Then the opportunity to coach at his alma mater came along. He sought Sherman Smith’s advice. By then, Smith was an NFL coach. Eventually, he took a position at Indiana, and had the opportunity to do a coaching internship under Smith. Others remarked how alike they were in coaching philosophies, and even mannerisms and the way they walked. Clearly, Smith met a need for a father as well as a mentor for Deland. Ultimately, Deland made it to the NFL as a running backs coach.

But not knowing his parentage troubled him. The book explores the reasons why adoption records were sealed and the struggle many adoptees had with not knowing their birth parents. Furthermore, both Deland’s birth and adoptive father abandoned him. He struggled to understand things about himself, why he reacted as he did at times. But slowly things changed. Eventually, Pennsylvania opened up birth records for adoptees. The day came when he received his birth certificate. His mother was a sixteen year old girl, Carol Briggs. He had been born Jon Kenneth Briggs. But no father name was on the birth certificate.

I will not say more about how the story unfolded except that it was amazing and transformative not only for Deland but for his birth parents. It was also difficult for Adelle and it meant both redefining the relationship on adult terms and reassuring her that no one had more influence in Deland’s life. She was always his only “Ma.”

The book is powerful at several levels. One is Deland’s success in life, in sports and marriage. He became the father he didn’t have. A second is the powerful exploration in this book of the longing for belonging and identity of adoptees. Finally, the resolution was one of those “beyond your wildest dreams” endings. Finding one’s biological parents doesn’t always work like this. But it warms your heart when it does.

Growing Up in Working Class Youngstown — Time for a Break

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Author's photograph of Mahoning Avenue between Maryland and Portland Avenues, looking east toward downtown, a glimpse of the Mahoning Valley
The view from where I grew up in working class Youngstown. © Robert C. Trube, 2019.

Just over ten years ago, I wrote an article on what it was like to grow up in working class Youngstown. Little did I expect at the time that this one article would turn into a series that has run to over 500 articles, published weekly, for ten years. I’ve explored our favorite foods, restaurants, our love for Mill Creek Park and all the other iconic places of our shared youth. I’ve written about events in our history, stories of the people who contributed to making Youngstown a great city, and the stories of people who went on from Youngstown to do great things. I’ve learned so much more about Youngstown than I ever knew during the 22 years I lived there.

I’ve decided that it is time to take a break. I’m in the final months of my working life and finding there is a lot to this transition. It has been harder to find the time to research articles. Maybe this will change in retirement. I think this is a good time for a breather. I’m not sure how long a breather yet, but at least three months, the time I have remaining before retirement.

I am amazed how much I’ve learned from my readers, who have filled in so many gaps for me. At the same time, you have confirmed for me what a great and good place Youngstown was to grow up in. There is so much more to the story than car bombs and closing mills. We grew up in a city rich in traditions of food, faith, and family. Working class did not mean cultural desert–not with the Butler, the symphony, the Youngstown Playhouse and so much more.

I’ve loved telling the stories of people who should not be forgotten, from fallen soldiers to city founders. A dominant theme I found in so many of the stories is a deep sense of civic responsibility. Many devoted their adult lives to making Youngstown a better place.

This blog will continue. I started this as a book blog and have many books awaiting review as I write. I am deeply concerned that we may be raising a generation of children who can’t read. How thankful I am for my parents, for good teachers in Youngstown’s schools and good libraries for fostering the love of reading in my life and I want to do all I can to pass it along.

The other good news of continuing the blog is that all the Youngstown articles are still here. Just click “On Youngstown” on the menu bar to see them all. Looking for something in particular? Just enter it under “Search my Posts” and there’s a pretty good chance you’ll find what you are looking for. Back in December, I wrote “Ten Years of Your Favorites” linking to the top viewed posts of each year from 2014 to 2023. And if you can’t find it? Drop me a note. I’ll be collecting ideas for new articles.

Wrapping it all up, I am so thankful for what have really been ten years of conversations about the city we love. I’m always amazed that people read what I write. I feel a profound debt of gratitude to all of you. Thank you.

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Growing Up in Working Class Youngstown — Petty Officer, 2nd Class Bruce Arthur Manton

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Picture of Bruce Arthur Manton

I grew up in Youngstown watching the Vietnam War on the evening news. Meanwhile, young men from Youngstown were serving, fighting and dying in Vietnam. The war was unpopular, and sadly, we took it out on the returning soldiers, who, living or dead, did not always receive the honor they deserve. Each year, on Memorial Day, I remember one of those who died, representing the sixty-four from Youngstown who made the ultimate sacrifice.

Until May of 1967, North Vietnamese troops used the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ) between the countries as a sanctuary and staging area for attacks into the South, assuming they would be safe for attack. That changed on May 18 when Marines, along with South Vietnamese troops were sent in to clear the DMZ of North Vietnamese troops in what was called “Operation Hickory.” They succeeded in heavy fighting with the largest death toll up to this point in the war, 337 Americans killed.

One of those Americans was Bruce Arthur Manton, of Youngstown. He was a Navy hospital corpsman, Petty Officer 2nd Class assigned to the 3rd Battalion of the 9th Marine Regiment, 3rd Marine Division and they were engaged in combat in Quang Tri Province. He was fatally wounded on May 20, 1967 while treating wounded servicemen during “Operation Hickory.”

Bruce Arthur Manton was born November 22, 1945 in Berea, Ohio. He and his family moved to Youngstown around 1960 when his father, a Methodist pastor became pastor of Belmont Methodist Church. He graduated from The Rayen School where he he sang in the boys octet and chorus. He was active in his church and a district officer of the Methodist Youth Fellowship. Upon graduation, he enrolled at Ohio Wesleyan University but interrupted his studies after his sophomore year to enlist in the Navy in May 1965.

After basic training at Great Lakes, he went to Bethesda Naval Hospital, and then on to Camp LeJeune for further training as a hospital corpsman. He arrived in Vietnam in August of 1966.

Petty Officer Manton was awarded the National Defense, Vietnam Service, and Vietnam Campaign medals as well as being awarded the Purple Heart posthumously. His name appears on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall on Panel 20E Line 63. He gave his life saving the lives of others.

Rayen classmate Harry Kidd, who suggested this article, wrote this about Bruce Manton on the Wall of Faces:

FRIEND, CLASSMATE AND FELLOW NAVY VETERAN

Bruce and I attended the same high school – The Rayen School, Class of 1963. He and I separately both joined the Navy and are Vietnam Vets. I was lucky enough to come home. Bruce was remembered his fellow classmates at our class reunions.

Who do you remember this Memorial Day?

WE REMEMBER.

Other servicemen remembered in this series:

Lance Corporal Charles F. Azara, Jr.

SP4 Robert Thomas Callan

SP4 Patrick Michael Hagerty

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Growing Up in Working Class Youngstown — Henry K. Wick

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A few weeks ago, I wrote about Henry Wick, noting the challenge of keeping the various Wicks straight, particularly when Henry had a cousin, Henry Kirtland, or H.K. Wick. Henry K. was born August 31, 1840, the son of Col. Caleb B. and Maria Wick. He had eight siblings plus a brother who died in infancy and two half siblings. His education was exclusively in the Youngstown schools. At sixteen, in 1856, he began working as a clerk at the Mahoning National Bank.

Like Henry, H.K pursued a number of business interests including a process of planishing iron, producing sheets with a high polish. He owned a mill near Niles the grew into a large concern which he sold to a group led by James Ward. He also had timber and mining interests as well as serving as a director for the P., Y., and A Railroad and for the Youngstown Dry Goods Company. He was also the first president of Republic Rubber. But his big interest was coal, essential for the growing iron and steel industry. and from 1869 on focused major efforts on the coal industry, forming the H.K. Coal Company, one of the leading coal companies in the country, making him a multi-millionaire. The business interests extended far and wide and some of the largest were headquartered in Buffalo.

He was known as a gregarious man who loved to entertain. In the early 1880’s, he and his brother Caleb built what was known as the Wick Log Cabin in what was then the wooded area that eventually became the Wick Park district.

Wick Log Cabin from an 1889 photograph.

H.K. married twice. He married Clara Wells in 1886. She passed in 1899. He then married Millicent Rathbone Clark in 1900, moving first to a stately home on Wick Avenue and later building a lavish estate, named Ainwick, on Logan Avenue in Liberty Township. It took four years to build, being completed in 1914. A seven page spread appeared in the February 22, 1914 edition of the Vindicator, including the photograph below.

H.K. Wick helped found the Memorial Presbyterian Church and the Mahoning Institute of Art, a predecessor of the Butler.

Sadly, H.K. did not get to enjoy his Ainwick home for very long. He had struggled with failing health but felt well enough to visit his Buffalo headquarters in March of 1916. He became ill upon arrival on a Tuesday. By Saturday, it was clear he was fighting a serious case of pneumonia and Mrs. Wick rushed to be at his side. He died on March 22, 1916, three months to the day after his cousin Henry’s death from the same cause. He was transported to Youngstown and is buried at Oak Hill Cemetery, as are many of the Wicks. Millicent lived until 1953 but the couple had no children.

It is my understanding that the Ursuline nuns came into possession of the house and estate, eventually selling it off for development, resulting in the demolition of the mansion. What a loss, both architecturally, and as visible evidence of the life of H.K. Wick.

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Growing Up in Working Class Youngstown — Mother’s Day Gifts from the Nursery

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A picture of the vacant lot where my house once stood and the Mother's Day maple that has survived
Where my house once stood. The tree on the left is the Mother’s Day maple

The house where I grew up in Youngstown is no longer standing. There is one thing that is still there–the maple tree we bought my mother for Mother’s Day, probably around 1970. You can see the trunk to the left side of the picture. I forget the name of the nursery where we bought it out in Austintown. All I remember is picking it out with my father and digging a very big hole in our devil strip (tree lawn for some) to give the roots plenty of room to spread out.

My mom loved that tree, guarding it as a young sapling and enjoying the shade it provided for our front porch in the late afternoons. In later years, it grew big enough that parts had to be trimmed out near the phone and power lines. The branches spread from our driveway to our neighbor’s. Mom passed in 2010 (though she’s forever in my heart). The picture reminds me of not only that particular Mother’s Day but all the pleasure that tree gave her over the years.

Mother’s Day for many of us meant a trip to the nursery. Maybe we would buy a rose for her rose garden, or a rhododendron (my mother-in-law used to have a big one in front of her house that was probably a Mother’s Day. Maybe you’d buy a flowering lilac, or perhaps like us that one year, a tree. And don’t forget the corsage for church! This J & J Gardens and Greenhouse ad from 1974 may remind you of some of those gifts.

A Mother's Day newspaper ad for J & J Gardens in Boardman from 1974

That J & J ad also reminds me of many trips there with my mother-in-law on visits home. Sometimes, we’d take her to mass at St. Lukes, and then drive down the street to pick up some plants for around the Brownlee Woods house she lived in until she was 84 and moved near us in a losing fight with cancer.

I was delighted to learn there is still a garden center at that location, now operated by Petitti’s. We lived for nine years in Maple Heights near Cleveland in the 1980’s and bought many plants for our garden from the Petitti’s nearby. So learning they are in Boardman at the old J & J site brought two sets of good memories together.

We’ve carried on the tradition of buying flowers on Mother’s Day, usually perennials that we don’t have to re-plant each year, a reminder of our perennial love. We were at the nursery on Tuesday. So remember to honor the mothers in your life. And mothers–you are simply the best and I wish each of you a special day this Sunday!

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