Jenny Harrison

jennyscottharrison@msn.com

Went to Centre College after graduation from high school and got my BA degree in 1983. From there made my way to Lexington, KY and got through nursing school in 1986, which has provided me with a great profession for all these many years. From Lexington I moved to Nashville, TN where I got married and had my daughter in 1989. As a family we moved to Asheville, NC in 1990 to work and go to school and have lived here ever since.

Currently my husband of 19 years, Bo, is an elementary school teacher and I have worked almost exclusively in a trauma unit at the largest local hospital which is a level II trauma center.

I have a daughter and a son. Alice just turned 19 and is going to school as an honor student at Salem College an all women's school.
Will is going to be 14 next month and is in 8th grade at Asheville Middle School. He plays football for the school and is in the band.

Memories of high school go from innocent attempts to grow up to grown up attempts to appear innocent. Think of all the things we did. It is a wonder any of us made it.

Some of my favorite high school memories have something to do with skiing which doesn't really have anything to do with high school at all. Going to New York with the Explorers Club and going to Colorado with Karen Anderson and Dallas McGuire. I remember one ski trip in particular when we were about 15. I was in the ski lodge with maybe Lisa Daniel, Carla Moore and a few others and we were talking late night by the fire in the lobby when a guy in his late teens or early twenties came up to us and asked us if we had any "papers". We all looked blank and said "Papers? Newspapers? Paper towels? Notebook paper?" He told us to forget it and walked away. Later one of the older kids in our group came along and we told her what the guy had asked for and she said "Oh rolling papers." and when she left we all stood around and said "Rolling papers? Is that like toilet paper? A paper towel roll? Rolling papers?" In the next year or so we learned what that meant.

Then there were some of our fist experiments with drinking. I remember going with Diana Dobyns to one of her relatives houses who was hip and would give us beer if we wanted. And surely we told the hip relative what we wanted and were each given a beer, we took ours over ice.

Who doesn't remember how much Richard Curnutte messed with Brian Korros (see Sheri Neely's account) making Brian shout "Cuurnnuutte".

We had good times just riding around in our cars enjoying as much freedom as that would allow and pushing it to the limit. Being made by a cop to dump all our beer in the McDonald's parking lot without retribution, as a parent I am now shocked to think but at the time we were unphased the only one slightly worried was Debbie Johnson who was the driver and happened to be over 18. Or how about floating in Susan Wilson's car in a big puddle of rain water that had filled Floyd St. just down the hill in front of the high school, never try to drive through standing water, although at the time it was hilarious, we might have been a touch stoned.

Hanging out at McDonalds on Friday and Saturday nights because there was nowhere else. I remember one night in the winter watching a classmate's brother drive two wheels on one side of his car up on a snowbank that was piled in the back of the parking lot and his car tipped over on its side and he just sat there in the drivers seat, I think he was "on something". We all just thought it was funny.
So many nights coming home hoping my parents wouldn't smell my breath or look in my eyes.

So after all that I have to say thank you to my classmates of 79 for giving me the best parenting tools anyone could ever have, experience. My kids can't get anything over on me cause I have been there and done that.

Theta

Mrs. Cox-anatomy, Mr. Sloan-German (sorry I forgot his name)

1965 Delta 88 and that set the tone for the vehicles in my life so far. Right now I have a 1990 Chevy Cavalier.

Going to nursing school but I took a little TRIP through Centre College AND was able to graduate.

At my house! He is the brother of a friend. She brought him over when he was visiting from out of town. It just so happened when they got to my house my TV had just caught fire, so we were actually introduced after he carried my smoking TV outside.

Maybe once every few years.

Something by Billy Joel.

Something by the Flatlanders, the Blue Sky Boys, or the Barrel House Mammas.

Santorini, Greece.

Billy Joel- 1978-Huntington W.Va. -I may still have the ticket stub.
The Talking Heads -Lexington, Ky.- 1983 or '84

The Grateful Dead- Cincinnati, Ohio -1988
The Grateful Dead- Louisville, Ky. -1990
The Grateful Dead- Charlotte, NC - 1991

Allison Krauss, and others- Bluegrass Festival, Dahlonega, Georgia 1992 or 93

A bunch of friends who play bluegrass and got together after a party at a cabin way up in the mountains. So we sat watching the summer sun set and listening to the strains of the fiddle.

The B 52's at the Biltmore House on the South Terrace in Asheville, NC 2007

My current home.

That I've entered a foreign country running from the officials telling them I didn't have to go through customs.

That I've had to beg for money to be able to leave a foriegn country.

That I've spent the night in a canoe surrounded by alligators.

That I've met Billy and Ruth Graham on more than one occasion and had somewhat intimate conversations with them.

Haven't thought much but do plan to join some volunteer charity service in my older years, to give a little of myself.

Geeze-who's thought about that. Ripple by The Grateful Dead.