Memories of the Past

Class of 1960 

 

What should this Reunion mean you ask? Well, first of all, it’s not just another Reunion, it’s a CELEBRATION! Think about it, we graduated a HALF CENTURY ago… The fact we are still here is an accomplishment in itself. Yes, reality is, some of us may not be here come next fall when it’s time to gather together again, but we have time to share with these friends now. We all have a life-time of memories, some good, some bad, some funny, some sad, but unless we share, those memories will be simply that… memories. When we look at some of the accomplishments we personally have done in our life, certainly others have done just as well, perhaps better. If we lived just an ordinary life, we should still be happy we did. 
With economic times as they are, we can still smile and look back at how times were back in the 50’s and 60’s. We can reminisce with our grandchildren as to the price certain whatever’s were back then, just as our parents did when we were small. We have seen technology rise like never before; from 8 tracks to cell phones; from car headlights that come on by themselves to GPS guidance systems. From old cook stoves to microwave. We have lived in the most advanced generation in history; but where will it end? Some of the products around the corner will be absolutely mind-boggling. This all is coming from the hard work OUR generation built.  Be proud of what you have done…    

Send your memories to Jim Warncke (jawarncke@roadrunner.com) and he will post them. 

 

Marianna Bolley (Sadowski) wrote on 11/11/2009:

LOTS of funny memories....but recently was thinking about our senior year when Jean Agler and Pat Cunningham and I were allowed to leave school 8th period and drive around town collecting sales tax stamps! Pat had a little bitty Vespa and one afternoon drove it right up the sidewalk to my front step....we thought we were terribly funny and mom thought so too!

I remember driving all over the place to empty big jars that sat on counters in various businesses downtown .......then we would have to spend time sorting and bundling the stamps to send them somewhere to get money back. It was a class project and I don't know if every senior class did it for awhile, or if it was just ours. I remember that Connie Morris, Sue Parker, Karen Weaner also helped, at least with the counting.

I also remember cruising up and down Clinton Street on Saturday nights (or any other night, I guess).....and the loop went around that little triangle park at Clinton and Arabella streets. I don't remember where we turned around at the north end.....but we drove for hours sometimes, I think.

My grandchildren really can't comprehend our school newspaper production....remember mimeograph machines, that darn ink that got on everything, and typewriters and stencils? EEK! Then we stapled the things together....oh my.
We had a lot of fun in the Banner office.

I also remember dances after football games, downstairs in the cafeteria......we would go in down a little outside stairway....OH...and I remember the first Skylark Club...upstairs above a store front at the north end of Clinton Street, close to the bridge. It was THE place to be on a Saturday night. ha!

And lastly, I remember when we left on our senior trip to Washington D.C. and New York City......(I THINK we went to NYC.....I don't remember anything specific about anything other than Washington..), and we left from the old depot! It was a really big deal!

 

John Boes wrote on 11/13/2009 

During the days our Junior High, Freshman, and Sophomore years, certain kinds of fads would develop, and I could probably name a hundred. One of the most memorable was the days of the yoyos. I built one with a twenty-five foot string to run down the opening in the stairwells at each end of the school. I would then pop it down at people to scare them. Then, one day, with the yoyo around my finger, I threw it down between the stairwells only to be captured by the large hand of Lou Pixler. Needless to say, it was the end of my super yoyo! People laughed about it for days.

My most embarrassing moment was when Marty (Clemens) Memmer yanked my low rider jeans down in the hallway and ran.

I thought school was nine periods for four years until someone told me that detention was an extra period!

I began to think a wooden board was more powerful than a school board.

Irony: I was sent home from our class trip to Washington DC, cut short by two days. I was later stationed in DC for two years with the Marines.

Last year I was awarded the flag from the Iwo Jima Monument in a ceremony honoring my service to the Marines.

The most vivid memories of life are from good ole DHS and the faces of classmates (darn reunions sure spoil the beauty of youth).

 committee note.....  now THAT was funny...