Volume XIX, Issue IV December 31, 2015 Upcoming

OWL NEWS
GHS Alumni President & Editor: Steve Rhodes '65
Secretary/Treasurer: Kay Crossman Turner '65
Auditor: Gary Osborn '63
Historian: Mike Hayslip '62
Additional directors to those above:
Joann Cranford Nelson '49
David Hopkins '65
Bill Holmes '49
Beckey Legg Monroe '65
Marilyn Miller '56
Sally Sellers Rhodes '65
Don Rubarts '57
Elizabeth Chumley Smith '68
Francis Tawwater Short '57
Connie Hargis Ortega '68
Jay Jones '59
Debbie Ball Goldin '71
Rhonda Randolph Mullen '60
Brenda Poovey Lunsford '71
Loretta Spurlock Smith '60
Stacy Miller '79
Judy Coldwell Osborn '63
Volume XIX, Issue IV
1966: Annual dedicated to: Mr. F. W. Moss
Most Talented: Mary Robinson and Forrest Eubanks
December 31, 2015
Most Witty: Toni James and Walton Poole
Yearbook Editor-in-Chief: Kay Wheeler
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Upcoming Reunions
Our All-Class Reunion will be noon-3pm
on Saturday, Oct. 1 at GHS. Mark your calendars now!
1966 (50th): April 30, Contact Gail Ryan
Landry '66 (flchipster@gmail.com)
1971 (45th): July 23, Contact Brenda Poovey
Lunsford (brenda.lunsford@denbury.com)
2006 (10th): Oct. 15, sign up at:
2006GHSReunion.com
Are my dues due?
If your name has a 15 after it on the label,
your $10 dues are now due to the GHS Alumni
Association, 4001 Bachman Blvd, Garland, TX
75043. For those few people who have a 14, we
are sorry to say that this will have to be your last
issue unless you can remember to go ahead and
pay your dues please. We don't want to lose you!
Excuse me, I can't see the blackboard!
Paul Newman '65 outdid everyone on Crazy
Hats and Shades Day his senior year.
60th Reunion of the class of 1955
The President's Corner
As luck would have it, I was called upon
three times around the time of the all-class reunion to find and reunite three long lost rings
with their owners. Each proved a challenge.
In the first case, in 1982 at Possum Kingdom Lake, Merrill Balanciere found a 1961
GHS girl's ring with the initials JMM. He then
lost the ring himself and had just recently found
it again. I was able to track down its owner,
Judy Mikell Maroney Croll '61. Here is the picture of the three of us at the all-class reunion.
The second case involved a 1998 GHS girl's
ring. This proved to be a really involved search
that Marilyn Miller '56 helped on by uncovering a major clue.
Suffice it to say
that the ring was
lost in Florida by
its owner Tennelle
Brown '98 and
found in a thrift
shop in Emory,
Texas by Lana
Morrison Duncan
'66. With a lot of
digging and a couple of dozen phone calls, I
finally found and spoke with Tennelle who was
shocked and pleased someone had found her
ring.
The final lost ring belonged to Sharon Claudette Frank Falaser '71.
Her fiancé lost her
ring when he was
playing volleyball
somewhere in Alamogordo, New Mexico, where he lived.
Sharon proved to
be easy to locate,
since lives nearby me
in Murphy.
55th Reunion of the Class of 1960
Richard Juday '60
At the class of 1960's reunion, to which Sally and I were invited, I had a fascinating opportunity to chat with one
of the chief brainiacs
of their class, Richard
Juday, a mathematician who spent his life
working for NASA.
While I knew his sister Robbie Juday '64,
what caused me to
strike up a conversation with Richard was
the very large and
colorful embroidered back of his t-shirt.
He gave me a quick explanation of how he
had it custom made based on various mathematical
functions.
What got
the conversation
into high
gear was
when I
explained
to him
that, before I got
my PhD
in Computer Science, I was a math undergrad.
Happy as a lark, Richard started spitting out
one mathematical equation after another. I did-
n't have the heart to tell him that, although I
still spoke the language, I had long since forgotten the meanings of most of the terms. Still
it was a joy talking with him.
Reunion Pictures
I was asked to take pictures at the reunions
of the classes of 1955 (60th) and 1960 (55th).
You can enjoy all of the photos here:
tinyurl.com/60th1955
tinyurl.com/55th1960
GARLAND SCHOOL STORIES
This issue we continue with our series of
Garland School Stories. It's not too late to send
yours in.
Just send them to ghsalumni@yahoo.com
Jim Wright '63
I was 3 years old when the family decided
the government projects off Lemmon Ave in
Dallas were not the best place to raise a family.
We had a house built in Garland on Overhill
Dr. near the KRLD radio towers.
My dad owned a black 1938 Ford sedan. I
swear I can remember riding with my dad at
three. I stood in the seat beside him for the 15
mile trek - seat belts were not even dreamt of in
those times. We'd stop at a general store and
service station at Northwest Highway, and Dad
would buy me a big Chick-O-Stik. Then we'd
head down Garland Rd, which was a two lane
country road, to see the progress on the house.
The place was completed in 1948 when
Garland was a town of under 3,000. Our home
was nice - front porch,
two bed rooms,
breezeway connecting
the garage, a living
room, kitchen and
back porch we later
enclosed and made
into what was called a
den. The den was a
familiar term in the
50s and 60s. I remember my dad saying we
were moving up in life
and having the den proved that. This was 1951
before patios and wood privacy fences were
introduced to Texas. People sat out on the front
porch, and you saw your neighbors pull in from
work -- you actually waved and talked to them.
Although a three year old doesn't appreciate
it, I had my own room. There were probably 25
houses between our home and the Garland
Square. Those old houses near the high school
were where the real Garlandites lived.
There were farms all around us. Maize, corn
and wheat grew in huge fields at Saturn Rd to
Kingsley and Miller and to Garland Rd and beyond.
The KRLD towers built in 1933 were an attraction for us kids. It was right across the
street from my house, so we were sure if they
ever fell in our direction we would be crushed.
Lanny Jones and I would sneak under the
fence with a fluorescent tube, and, if you got
about two hundred feet from the base of the
towers and held the tube up, the static electricity would light the tube up. The attendant would
see us and yell and chase us as we'd run off and
crawl under the fence and slide down the banks
of Duck Creek to avoid prosecution. Later in
our high school years, we'd make home brew in
the KRLD pasture, and we never got caught.
Duck Creek was a big part of our lives.
Lanny, Kenneth Pugh, Gary Snapka and I explored it daily. We marked off 2 mile sections
and got up to 10 miles down the Creek. There
we swam, fished, played with frogs and snakes
and once found a nest of baby water moccasins.
We went to Central then to Daugherty when
it opened, so we started grade school football at
Daugherty, chose our colors of Green and
White and named ourselves the Hornets. We
also discovered girls in grade school. They
were truly amazing creatures so much different
than guys. They seemed older and more mature, even if they were our same age. Maybe it
was because I was so shy.
My Daugherty fifth grade class took part in
a field trip to the Grand Saline salt mines. We
toured the Morton Salt Mine -- a very exciting
outing. My favorite girl, who did not even
know I existed, was hanging on to her boyfriend. What pain and torture I suffered during
that outing.
We played sandlot football and baseball in
the 5th and 6th grade t-shirt and uniform
leagues. I don't recall our record, but my team
was never a winner. I did however get to play
in the '57 all-star Turkey Bowl at Williams Stadium, which was the big time for sure!
Also a big event in 1957 was that my
cousin, Donna Sue Hill of Dallas, was chosen
as Miss United Nations. Even though the UN
building was completed in 1952, the Miss
United Nations contest was not until 1956.
Donna's picture was on billboards and buses.
My mom told me there was only one Miss
United Nations in the whole country, so we
threw her a party at our house. My dad had a
patio built mainly for this event! I learned how
to do the 2-step and bop from a girl that attended Daugherty. We had about fifteen couples
and danced to records on my parents' Westinghouse record player. This was before Hi-Fi or
Stereo. The first truly romantic event I'd ever
been to.
(The second half of Jim's fascinating story
will be in a future newsletter.)
Jorgann Jackson McShan '64
The smells from the pickle factory were bad
enough anyway, but that was a bit of a problem
for poor Joe Pickle because of his name.
Please send your old stories and pictures
to: ghsalumni@yahoo.com or Steve Rhodes,
6808 Audubon Dr., Parker, TX 75002
Becky Dean Meuir '62
This is a birthday party picture of mine with
Pete Lohstreter, Judy and Mike Thurman, and
others. We lived on
Cortez Dr. and Pete
lived across the street.
Judy and Mike lived
on Ave E, as did my
parents and grandparents when I was born.
Judy and I had been
friends for 6 years. A
week after my birthday party, I was diagnosed with Rheumatic
Fever. I spent the next 7 months in bed - not
allowed to put my feet on the floor.
Pete's mother taught in Dallas ISD and was
my home bound teacher for the first six weeks
of school. I began reading with "Bob and Susan" from DISD and switched to "Dick and
Jane" at GISD.
The Fleeups lived next door to Pete. Mr.
Fleeup bought the first television in our neighborhood. He had it installed in my bedroom. He
came every Saturday night for the wrestling. I
had quite a few visitors that came by to see
what a television looked like. He was a really
caring and generous man; he paid all that money for new item on the market and literally
gave it away to a six year old. It was late October when I finally started to first grade at Cen-
tral and the television moved to his house for
the first time.
The summer after 5th grade set many "high
temperature day" records for Texas. Caldwell
was a new school, but only had air conditioning
(a window unit) in Mr. Branks's office. We had
an "attic fan" in the hallway at home. Mike and
I camped out on the floor most nights during
that summer. Like many families in Garland,
we added a new addition to our family – Susan
Jo Dean. There were lots of new babies that
were born that summer - something to do with
the weather that winter. Even, Mrs. Quesenberry, who had been our teacher, had a baby. In
our neighborhood, Paul Gifford also had a new
sister, and Frank Noska had a new brother.
Bettye Adams (pictured below) is my aunt
who started to school in Garland in 1942. Then,
in 1946, my
grandparents
and parents
moved to just
south of Kingsley and Jupiter;
the houses were
just about where
the overpass on
LBJ crosses Jupiter Rd. When
it got time for
school to start,
GISD notified
my grandparents
that we were not
in their district.
Bettye would
have to go to a
DISD school,
but there was no transportation to the nearest
DISD location. She was devastated and my
grandparents weren't happy. We were in the
city limits of Garland and a school bus picked
up children at the corner of Kingsley and Jupiter. She attended school for a short time while
my Granddad worked it all out. She was the
first one in our family to graduate from Garland
High School. She got to play football and basketball with Madge Daniel and Rachel Calkins
as the team coaches. Our sister, Susan, was the
fourth one in our family to graduate from GHS.
Lovely ladies in gorgeous gowns at the 1958 senior prom [picture from Suzy Prim Evans '58]
Chris Shively '64
Where in the world did you ever find your
cover photo of me in that loud sports coat next
to the
masked
monster and
the beautiful
girl in last
quarter's
newsletter?
[your 64
yearbook.]
Did you ever
learn the
grinning
wolf's identity? [Not a
clue.]
Well, if
nobody has
turned up yet to unmask him, may I nominate
Jerry Ramos, a hotshot sports writer for the
Owl's Eye who accompanied us on a field-trip
to the Dallas Morning News/WFAA facilities
in downtown Dallas in the spring of 64? If my
foggy memory proves accurate -- and I am taking a large leap here -- the mask was a prop
from the spooky Outer Limits TV series. Nobody ever explained to us how the mask found
a home in Dallas. But it sure was photogenic.
The only other thing I recall from the field
trip was a walk-through of the Morning News'
photography studios. There, my 17-year-old
self was transfixed by an 11-by-14 photo of the
high-kicking Kilgore Rangerettes. Under that
glossy black-and-white, someone had penciledin a caption: "Our team." Whoever it was, I
thought the writer must have been a supporter
of higher education. And as for me, I "lost" that
sports coat in a move the next fall.
Steve Rhodes '65
My dietary regime was not exactly to code.
Before I left for Freeman, I always started my
day with my version
of the breakfast of
champions -- a big
mayo only sandwich made with two
slices of white
Wonder Bread.
I still remember
my first day of
school. Looking at
the teacher's bookshelf, I was in ecstasy ogling all of the
books that I would have a chance to read that
year. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.
School didn't always go as planned. One day
the teacher thought she had lost me. Not to panic, I had just walked home at the afternoon recess, thinking school was over.
Although I was never one of the really
popular kids, I always had friends. My biggest
disappointment at Freeman came in the only
time my dad ever came to have lunch with me
at school. For some reason, I couldn't find any
of my friends. I so wanted to show them to Dad
and have him meet them. I felt bitter disappointment, feeling like I had let him down.
Every year at Freeman, I had a different
girlfriend, but I suspect none of them knew it.
My luck with the ladies then wasn't good. I
broke Linda Amis's toe while dancing with her
in the 6th grade. We joke about it to this day.
I loved bad weather since it meant we could
stay in at recess and play board games. One
thing I didn't like was when the teachers decided we couldn't play marbles for keeps. Boo!
Speaking of food, after 9 years of eating in
the school cafeterias, I vowed never ever to eat
in the GHS cafeteria. Instead, every day for
three years, I had a steak sandwich basket at the
Dairy Queen for lunch with no variations.
I only got paddled twice, once by my future
father-in-law Bussey Principal Jerry Sellers, for
reasons that I've long since forgotten, and once
for the stupidest thing I ever did in school.
We all make mistakes, but I made a truly
colossal one. I was sitting in the first row of
speech class at Sam Houston, when my favorite
teacher Mrs. Matlock, turned to face the board.
Momentarily losing my mind, I suddenly
thought how funny it would be if I grabbed the
paddle off of her desk and swatted her. As soon
the paddle struck, I stopped breathing, suddenly
realizing the depths of my insanity. She left the
room. The classroom went dead silent until she
came back to take me into the hall to paddle
me. Boy oh boy did I ever deserve it
I played coronet in the band from grade
school through the 8th grade, when I started
playing football. I never took PE, since I was
either in band or playing football. In the winter
of the 9th grade, however, they were going to
make me take PE until spring training. I fixed
that by signing up to be the student manager of
the basketball team. Clever I thought.
At GHS I drove a 57 Chevy 4-door. With a
2-barrel carburetor and a 2-speed transmission,
it was no speed demon, but with help from Paul
Englebretson '65, we put in a 4-barrel carburetor, which made it go faster. (When I say
"help", I mean I handed Paul the tools while he
did the work.) Later we switched it to two 4barrel carburetors, which only drowned the car
in gas and made it slow and sluggish. A local
mechanic laughed at us but was willing to fix
the poor car so it ran okay.
Although I was very smart in math, I was
not a GHS honor student. In fact, I tried to
avoid subjects that didn't interest me. One year,
I tried to fill almost my entire schedule with
math classes until Bobby Wynn read me the
riot act, telling me he would never approve it.
My fondest school memories were of being
on our 2 state championship football teams.
While I did have 1 great play, I mainly excelled
at cheering on my teammates from the sidelines. What I hated most were the endless series
of wind sprints we ran in 100 degree heat. Losing 5-10 pounds at practice was common.
Dennis Wolfe '65
When our football team was making the
second championship run in 64, we played a
very tough Amarillo
Tascosa team. Although Amarillo was a
good team, the win
was convincing. Bob
Burleson was a member of the cannon
crew. After the win,
they started celebrating by shooting the
cannon. Something
went wrong, causing
a shot to be fired
prematurely, catching Bob full force and turning him into a backward flip. A group of men
got to Bob early and seeing that the force
caught him in the face told him to keep his eyes
shut and lie still. They covered him with blankets and tried to keep him comfortable.
Soon after the ambulance arrived, Bob's
mother showed up, hysterical, and who could
blame her. She talked her way into the ambulance ride and climbed in as the crew headed
out to the hospital. Bob's mother was worried
about her son and between the tears was asking
him questions. How did he feel? Where did he
hurt? Not really giving Bob a chance to respond. However, after the third rapid fire questions, "Can you see?" she paused and Bob's response was "NO!"
Mrs. Burleson's excitement intensified as
she moved toward her son strapped to the
stretcher, holding three fingers over Bob's face,
she asked: "How many fingers do I have, HOW
MANY FINGERS DO I HAVE?" At this point
Bob opened his eyes and said three then closed
his eyes. Bob's mother relaxed, sat back exhausted and asked "Why did you tell me you
could not see?" Bob's response was simple.
"Mother they told me to keep my eyes closed."
The crew was laughing so hard they almost had
a wreck.
Bob Burleson '65
Dennis' recollection is perfect. Once we got
to Baylor, attendants washed the gun powder
out of my eyes, treated me for burns to the face
and released me. While on the way home, we
listened to reports of the critically injured Garland High student
fighting for his life at
Baylor. We actually
passed several carloads of Owl fans on
our way back home.
Those who recognized me had a look
of astonishment on
their face.
Dennis added: As
I recall, when the
ambulance driver started laughing, he actually
drove the ambulance over the curb of the median, and, of course, we laughed harder.
Bob replied: The reporter must have talked
to the ambulance driver or someone else in the
Owl Guard. I think it was ALL YOUR
FAULT. You must have put 2/3 lbs. in the bag.
To this day I still blink when gunpowder goes
off in my face.
Dennis noted: I do not recall ever seeing an
article about it. I do not believe I ever talked
with a reporter...and I wasn't smart enough to
know it was a 1/3 pound bag. At least that is
what I remember. Don't you hate it when you
can't remember things?
Gary Jacobs '65
I still have nightmares about the first few
days of a new school. I can't find my homeroom...I brought the
three hole paper instead
of the two-hole...I forgot
the red lined tablet...where are the restrooms ?...new
kids...and, on and on...
My Mom would always
take me shopping for
school clothes the week
before. New blue jeans
that were so stiff they
could stand up by themselves, knee patches for
last year jeans, new shirts that allowed one to
turn up the collar for that "Elvis" look, and,
when we were going "steady" with a new girlfriend, white socks and underwear. I would
spread everything out on my bed and try on
each and every item. After breakfast, Mom and
Dad would leave early for work. This meant I
had to get myself off to school each morning.
Usually that was no problem, except for the
days when I would fall asleep watching Icky
Twerp on TV. I knew I was in trouble when I
suddenly awoke to the sound of the Captain
Kangaroo Theme Song. This meant I was thirty
minutes late for school!
We started each school morning with a
spelling test of the words assigned the day before. We would tear out a sheet of paper from
our Big Chief tablets, fold it length wise, and
number it one through ten. After the test, we
would exchange papers, grade them, and sign at
the bottom. In the morning, we stopped studies
around 9:30 and drank a small glass bottle of
cold milk. After our milk break, we would have
arts and crafts. We would take out our new cigar boxes filled with rounded scissors, new
boxes of crayons (the three row type), white
paste, a tan rectangular shaped eraser that
crumbled after a few days use, and a packet of
colored construction paper. I created some
beautiful, resplendent art work, which, I was
sure, would end up on the bulletin board. Unfortunately that never happened. I can close my
eyes, and still smell tobacco wafting from my
new cigar box, the taste of white paste, and feel
and texture of construction paper.
After morning crafts, we filed through the
cloak room and collected our lunch boxes, each
decorated with our favorite TV or movie hero.
Mine sported the famous Roy Rogers storming
across the prairie on Trigger with Bullet close
behind. The lunch boxes were in the cloakroom, stacked on a shelf, above the hanging
coats and scarves. One morning, I put a halfeaten Popsicle in my lunch box, thinking I
could finish it at lunch. (Slow learner). My
teacher announced that several coats were covered with sticky, melted Popsicle, which resulted in another stern look and lecture. (I already
said -- slow learner). When the final bell rang,
we collected our brown paper covered books
and headed home; the boys struggling with
their books, as well as, the books of his girlfriend of the week.
We look back on these days with nostalgia
and wonder. Thankfully, we don't remember
the stress and angst of returning to school.
School Daze... good old golden rule days!!
Karen Carter Young '68
Both my sister Kathy Carter '69 (on right in
picture with me) and I were in A Cappella
choir, the madrigal singers and Future Teachers.
We were staff writers on the Owl's Eye
newspaper. In fact, I did a column my senior
year in 1968 about club news called, "Karen's
Corner" and Kathy wrote it the next year and
called it "Kathy's Corner". We sang together in
a folk group in called "The Swedish Cremes" in
1967-1968, along with Rick & Reggie Schmidt,
Billy Stevenson, and Pat Sprain. Kathy was in
The Dashing Debs.
I was in National Thespians. We both graduated from the University of North Texas.
Kathy is now a Professor of Education at the
University of Arizona. I am a semi-retired music teacher in Garland.
Upcoming Topics - Send in Your Stories!
In addition to the Garland school stories, we
are also working on stories about: sports fans,
bike day, no air-conditioning, Mr. Henderson,
and jobs while in school, so please send in your
stories and join in the conversation! It's fun.
In Memory of
Dorothy Range Motley '38
Bobby Williams '39
Estelle Conner Cromeens '41
Vernon Schrade '42
Donald Ray Garrison '53
Alvin Kasper '55
Glenna Quillan Ross '55
Bob Shaw '57
Don Keener '58
Mary Jo Simmons Freeman '58
Buddy Jack Houston '59
James Rose '60
Robby Tompkins '60
Alan Thornton '63
Sonjia Ursery Cabrerra '63
Leon Wheeler '64
Clip Field '65
Charles Sneath '65
Joyce Metcalf Rich '66
Bobby Houston '68
Randy Rooser '71
Floyd Weaver '71
Danita (Keener) Slayter '72
Mark Stark '73
Tony Tate '74
Keith Watt '75
Scotty Nix '78
Edna Willis '79
Paul Hopkins '80
Brad Raney '81
Chris Paulos '84
Ricky Jackson '91
Derek Wayne Milam '91
Teddy Nike Poovey, Jr. '95
May Lillie '09
Melanie Hensleigh Parsons, teacher
Bob Price, principal
Margaret Hardgrave, teacher
Membership and Renewal Form
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YOUR CONTRIBUTIONS MAKE A BIG DIFFERENCE!!
A big thanks goes to the long list of generous alumni who donated in 2015. They helped make possible our 6 $1,500 scholarships that we give annually. You can see the full donor list on the next page.
2015 Donors to the Scholarship and Operating Funds
Gift from the Class of 1952
Bobbie Pelton Alexander '57
Edwin & Ernestine Long Anderson '54/'56
Joy McClung Anderson '63
Diane DeWitt Bailey '53/'54
John & Linda Hall Bailey '58/'59
Jeanne Ragland Baker '45
Scottie Perriman Baker '68
Larry Barnard '60
Sally Rembert Bartz '57
Patsy Brackett Becker '65
David Belote '55
Jim Belt '47
Joe & Barbara Pitts Bennett '59/'59
Jack & Sharon McCowen Bickle '65/'62
Judy Meazle Bishop '61
Hazel Henson Blanton '57
Gordon & Mary Childress Block '64/'67
Bobby & Wanda Watkins Boyd '56/'56
Mike & Carrie Jenkins Boyd '65/'76
Bob & Ona Harris Brantley '59/'61
Malloy Bridges '57
Ralph & Shirley Wright Brown '61/'61
Leslie & Suzanne Broyles '59
Bob Bryant '54
Doris Rudolph Bybee '50
Phillip & Judy Purcell Calvert '65/'66
Glenn Campbell '56
Joan Hast Carlson '53
Eugene Chambers '52
David & Kay Field Christian '61/'61
Pat Chumley '59
Darlene Wolfe Clark '65
Nancy Buster Clark '48/'48
Cathy & Rick Range Clopton '72/'72
Mike Cloud '63
Virginia Gatewood Clower '58
Flonoya Hall Coldwell '49
Carolyn Hatfield Connelly '63
Gerry Cooper '71
Diane Copeland '60
Dana Heller Corley '56
Wini Wood Council '65
Bob Craft '59
Judy Williamson Crow '65
Carolyn Mood Darby '53
Charlotte Sellers Darrah '59
Becky Jung Dillon '67
Maxine Harris Dulany '55
Kathleen Kelley Duval '60
Mary McGrath Earp '59
Gary & Linda Mcguire Engleman '65/'61
Bobby Ethridge '58
Jackie Herring Feagin '54
Susan Foster Fleming '63
Joseph & Nancy Sterner Fojtasek '58/'59
Paul Funk '59
Keith & Bobbie Tarpley Gardner '66/'66
Glenda Adams Gigowski '65
Don & Jane Wright Glenn '61/'62
Jim Glynn '64
Tom Goforth '55
Peggy Senkel Goldin '50
Michael & Carolyn Kent Goodwin '63,
in honor of Joy McClung Anderson '63,
Lester Hammond '63 &
Judy Peavy Boreham '61
Don & Sydna Holbert Gordon '64/'64
Les Gray '60
Karen Cabaniss Greer '64
Gerald Gregory '59
James Gregory '45
Meda Behrens Gregory '54
Margaret Talley Grimm '44
Jerry & Judy Ramsey Groves '58/'62
Richard Guthrie '63
Mary Gatewood Hale '55
Larry Hall '63
Dick Hammond '68
Marita Yarborough Hardcastle '45
Michael Harris '58
Carolyn Snell Hart '68,
in memory of my husband
Kenneth Wayne Hart '50
David Hartsfield '57
Cathryn Haynes '59
James Hemphill '64
Elizabeth Brown Henson '74
Delia Futrell Hightower '58
Kathy & Jim Langford Hoffman '64/'64
Jeanne Lee Holden '50
Marcia Juday Holland '55
Holly & Gail Hollenshead '67/'70
Eddie & Carole Rocholl Horstman '62/'62
Jim & Joyce Johnson Horton '58/'59
Ann & Bill Metcalf Howell '54/'53
Jerry Hutson '54
David & Sara Jane Peters Johnson '58/'60
Dwaine & Patricia Taylor Johnson '63/'63
Frank Jones '59
Lanny & Hazel Halbert Jones '63/'66
Martha Ann Crumpton Jones '62
Lee Kennemer '65
John Kidd '61
Charles Killion '58
John King '65
Leon & Betty Smith Kirby '48/'51
Jerry Kissick '61
Gail Hawkins Kumpel '61
David Lambert '63
Marydee Hoffman Lameraux '61
Shirley Tabor Lancaster-Randolph '58
Larry & Kaye Crow Landrum '65/'65
Clara Rudolph Le Fan '46
John & Patsy Sharp Leathers '64/'66
Bo Leonard '59
Vickie Robinson Litton '68
Gary Love '65
Jimmie Luna '61
Lynn Cunningham Luster '61
Robert Marshall '55
Deana Snell Martin '70
Barbara Carmene Hay Maynard '55
Mary Lou Dunaway McClung '47/'46
Andy Jackson McCollum '61
Billy McIntire '51
Wanda Bevers McKee '58
Charles & Shirley Loftis McKinney '58/'60
Sue Carpenter McMullen '47
Chuck & Pam McGibboney Meis '65/'68
Sandra Klee Meredith '54
Judy Kissick Metcalf '63
Dale & Kay Morgan '58
Al Murdock '53
Scott Myers '82
Mary Neal '03
Pete & Joann Cranford Nelson '47/'49
Billy Newberry '49
Billie Bexley Nicholson '41
John & Judy Hayes Nicholson '62/'63
Jerry Nickens '54
Frank Noska, III '62
Gary & Judy Coldwell Osborn '63/'63
Ron Osborn '60
Ken Patterson '60
Lydon & Sandra Aven Paul '60/'60
Ralph & Linda Pease, teachers
Lee & Janice Clark Penland, Jr. '60/'61
Hazel Moss Perry '54
Jerry Perry '56
Melvin Dickson Phillips '41/'44
Tim Powell '62
Don Baker Raines '48/'48
Ronny and Connie Raines '71
Lula Mae Cantrell Redd '49
David Rhodes '63
Steve & Sally Sellers Rhodes '65/'65
Sandra Sue Babbitt Robery '54
Richard Robinson '60
Patsy Bowling Rogers '56
Ronnie Rogers '59
Bill & Marilou Lannom Roland '65/'66
Lee & Iris Mccoy Roland '63/'62
Larry & Diane Sutherland Routh '55/'58
Barbara Rubarts '61
Michael & Linda Wright Russell '62/'63
Arlean Roan Ryan '44
Robert Sarver '53
Donnie & Johnnie Mayward Saulters '71/'70
Kay Evans Seward '60
Gene Shaw '49
Peggy Thompson Shaw '55
Kathy Harkins Shelton-Lowe '70
Stanley Sherman, Jr. '56
Mary Lou Shipley '65
Gene Simmons '47
Charles & Loretta Spurlock Smith '59/'60
Mary Helen Sterner Smith '54
May Beth Watson Smith '47
Roger & Jackye Smith '69
Sharon Hayslip Smith '63
Cole Smith, Jr. '70
Patti McGrath Snipes '54
Jay Spraggins '65
Randy Stansbury '63
Patricia Corley Steffen '56
Martha Walker Stendig '57
Chuck & Gail Talkington Stevenson '65/'65
Florence Long Stone '51
Tommy & Gloria Hazelip Strange '51/'54
Peggy Stanton Strickland '55
Alice Fleming Stultz '40
Tom & Gwynda Sullivan '58/'62
Roberta McCord Svien '56
Gary & Linda Clair Swindle '80/'80
Rita & Earnest Jones Talley '65/'66
George Allen Teer '65
Frank Testa '65
Kathy & C.A. Burke Theis '66/'66
Ann Daugherty Tichnor '53
Lloyd Treadwell '59
Thomas & Carol Daniel Turner '57/'58
Pascual Valle '51
Richard Vaughan '55
Tommy Wallace '57
Linda & Douglas Carney Walters '69/'50
Sue Holmes Watkins '47
Joyce Crawford West '53
Marty Pearcy White '57
Brenda Johnson Williams '70
Don & Sue Williamson Williams '57/'58
Nancy Roby Wilson '59
Ronnie & Charlotte Harris Wilson '72/'72
Clara Mae Long Winkler '50
Thomas & Doris Gore Wiseman '49/'55
Betty Davis Wright '61,
in memory of Steve Rhodes's dad
The Tornadoes
Many of us spent time the evening of the
day after Christmas huddled in closets, praying
that we'd live through the monster-size tornadoes coming our way. We know now that,
while many have much to be thankful for, since
their lives and their homes were spared, many
others suffered signification damage to their
homes and some perished in the storms.
For all those affected, let us keep them in
our thoughts and prayers.
Dance Recitals
A perfect complement to our school stories
is this picture of some beautiful budding ballerinas, Sharon Windom Willhoit '64, Sandra Vibrock Mayes '65, ?, Barbie Lowe and Pat Patton Hitchcock '65. Are they cute or what?
Do you have some such sweet pictures buried in some old box? If so, send them to me,
and I'll scan and return them. Now go to your
old boxes and have a look!
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