One of the funniest memories of my high school days includes the inimitable Bill Cyprow, Jerry Walker, my mother and myself.  My mom was a delightful lady and really enjoyed my friends.  The favor seemed to be returned by many of them.

We lived in a home with huge trees out front, usually hung with Spanish moss.  But on the day I am recalling, Mother and I came home to find something entirely different hanging from the trees.

Mother and I had been out running errands and were returning home.  As we turned the corner onto our street, a look of astonishment came across her face and she said, "What in the world is that?"

I leaned across and looked out the driver's side window to see Bill and Jerry hanging from the limbs of one of those trees, making the most outrageous attempts at monkey sounds one can imagine.  They were each hanging by one arm, while scratching their ribs with the opposite hands, and obviously having the time of their lives.

Mother had a hard time stopping the car and getting it into park. We were both laughing and crying at the same time.  As we made it out of the car and fell onto the grass under the swinging twosome, Mother did the motherly thing and gasped for them to "come down this minute before you break your necks".  This only served to encourage them, and the swinging and shrieking must have continued for another 10 minutes.

About that time, the drapes in the windows of our neighbors's homes began to be pulled back so they could see what in the world was going on at the Gibson's house.  They had become used to the occasional toilet tissue hanging from the trees, but the invasion of hairy teenaged boys was enough to provoke some discussion around their dinner tables that night.

Remembering with lots of joy,

Sue Gibson Wright '64