I remember . . . a  "secret"  club with Mik Remirb, Ymmot Rekcut, Engis Kcammah, and Anat Wargcm . . . how silly could we be?  I also remember the following:

• Larry's perfect rendition of Shelley Berman's records . . .
• Kim's white Cadillac with the HUGE fins 
• My HUGE 1955 green Oldsmobile with a trunk big enough for five girls to sneak into the South Main Drive-In Theater until we got caught and were told never to come back.  But we did go back in different cars and paid our way each
  time . . .
• Slumber Parties!  In my memory we had these practically every weekend, but surely it wasn't that often because our parents' would never be able to tolerate all of us over and over.  Boy!  a frozen bra is difficult to wear home . . .
• A horrible case of mono in the spring of my senior year — I was in the hospital a week and back home for five more weeks, finally returning to school half-days.  I really feared that I wouldn't graduate, but actually I made better grades that semester than any other.  There was not much to do but study . . .
• Fear for weeks that Mark Krinsky would get mono because he had kissed my cheek when I was named Basketball Sweetheart and I became sick the very next day.  He never did, thank goodness . . .
• My two most loyal friends during that time of illness were Tommy Tucker who came by often and Terrie Davis who brought her guitar and sang for my entertainment while I was in bed . . .
• Alphabetical homerooms that caused me to get to know Patty McGlasson, Judy Mikeska, and Bonnie Mitsch . . .
• The importance of wearing an athlete's letter jacket and/or senior ring . . .
• The importance of that huge  "R"  on our Rebelette
  sweaters . . .
• Miss Wanda Phears' wedding shower given by the drill girls.  She was to become Mrs. Waters and continued to be Rebelette sponsor . . .
• Formal teas that we went to our senior year — girls today would laugh at that one, or at least at the way we dressed up in hats and gloves and high heels and hose and girdles and learned to balance tea and finger sandwiches on our
  knees . . .
• Long rides on the Rebelette bus —  usually singing on the way and sleeping on the way back . . .
• Summer drill — one HOT, HOT morning, Donna Harkness and I tried to faint and/or throw up in hopes that  "Wanda"  would let us go home early.  We failed . . .
• Our nickname for the wonderful home-ec teacher  Carol Waymire — Terrie and I, and maybe some others, called her  "Emma"  much to her chagrin . . .
• My most embarrassing moment:  when I tried out for cheerleader — a cheerleader I never was and should not have tried to be.  My posters were beautiful though because Kim's grandfather made them for me . . .
• My second most embarrassing moment:  when Trish McBride, who had moved to Louisiana, came back for our prom and stayed at my house.  She and I had bought the same dress — one in Houston and one in New Orleans.  We were mortified, but decided to go and have fun and laugh about the coincidence . . .
• Soap bubbles in the water fountain at Westbury Square . .
• Ice cream at Rumpleheimer's . . .
• "Rabbitsville" . . .  
• Lots of going to church — Sunday mornings, and Sunday nights, and Wednesday nights — a great place to socialize — I was a Baptist/Methodist because I had grown up in the Baptist church but had a bunch of friends who went to the Methodist church.  So I sneaked over there quite often myself . . .
• Getting the uncontrollable giggles in church . . .
• Putt-Putt golf . . .
• Being taught to play the snare drum by Bobbie Sellers . . .
• Being taught trigonometry by Loretta Shannon because our teacher did not teach it; he just assigned pages and problems in the book and I needed to be taught . . .

I was very saddened about the death of my favorite teacher, Miss Mable Gene Campbell, in a car accident on the same day that President Kennedy was assassinated.  I was saddened in later years to learn of Lou Sills' sudden death and Carol Haehl's passing.  I truly loved my Spanish teacher — Mr. Fred Taylor and his wonderful sense of humor.  He always had faith in me. 

I really did not want to go to the  "new"  high school because I had grown up knowing that I would be a Bellaire Cardinal and, in fact, was one for one year.  But, after getting to choose our mascot and colors, I began to warm up to the change.  And finally, I could not imagine going to Bellaire High School because Westbury became my home.

There are a lot of wonderful things about Mrs. Shaffer's writing. The one I identify as the sweetest is that I have come to believe that I can actually feel her pulse through her pen.

Thanks Tana for all the wonderful memories and the pictures.  I love seeing old pictures of Houston.  It was great to see pictures of Playland Park, the malls, etc.  I will look through some of my Mom's old pictures and see what I can find from the 50's & 60's.  I wish I had pictures of Gateway (pool and skating rink) on South Main.  I think it cost like 50 cents to get in to the pool (for the day!).

Again, thanks for the memories.

Katie,

I, too, would love to find a picture of Gateway and Crystal Pool.  We all spent many an hour there for sure.  In junior high my mom would drop me off at Gateway on a Saturday morning and I would skate for hours.

If you find more old pictures, let me know and we will manage with Skippy's help to get them online.

Thanks for writing.

Tana

Wow, thank you so much for that wonderful trip, pictures included.  It seems the closer we get to the reunion, the more we remember.  You are so right, what fun Gateway was!!!  Do you remember the trampoline park near Willowbend and S. Main?  And, of course, the Sharpstown Drive-In...Atiff's.......Thanks, Tana.  You have really made us stop and think about all the good times!!!!

Dale Keith Parker

I had forgotten the trampoline park!  Thank you for reminding me.  And thank you for the kind words.

Tana