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Our gift to PHS will be outdoor tables and seats for the student seating area in front of the school. Cost of per set is $700. Please feel free to contribute any amount.

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PROFILE UPDATES


•   Kaye Carey (Martin)  2/4
•   Victor Snider  2/2
•   Pam Ludeman (Price)  2/1
•   David Fain  1/18
•   Dennis Scott  12/27
•   Shirley Hollis (Evans)  12/8
•   Randall Hogan  11/29
•   Frankie Steadman  10/21
•   Donald Bennett (Bennett)  9/19
•   Pamela Martin  9/4
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WHERE ARE THEY NOW


WHERE WE LIVE


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2 live in Arizona
1 lives in Arkansas
5 live in California
8 live in Colorado
4 live in Florida
2 live in Idaho
1 lives in Kansas
2 live in Louisiana
1 lives in Maryland
1 lives in Michigan
1 lives in Minnesota
1 lives in Mississippi
3 live in Nevada
3 live in New Mexico
7 live in Oklahoma
1 lives in Oregon
1 lives in Tennessee
91 live in Texas
1 lives in Virginia
1 lives in Germany
1 lives in Sweden
126 location unknown

UPCOMING BIRTHDAYS



•   Susan Dorley (Reeve)  2/7
•   Jess Reed  2/10
•   Norma Jean Reed (Nash)  2/10
•   John Thomas Winters  2/13
•   Mary Ann Hom (Muto)  2/19
•   Katy Ledrick (Wilde)  2/28
•   Peggy Ragsdale  2/28
•   Karon Ammons (Hendricks)  2/29
•   Dan Foster  3/4
•   Virginia Dewitt  3/9

MISSING CLASSMATES


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ANNOUNCEMENTS

In case any of you missed it, 2026 will be our 60th anniversary of our graduation from PHS.  We are all going to be 78, or close to it.  There has been some talk about doing a 60th reunion before too many more of us croak.  I don't think anybody expects a blowout like we had for the 50th, but we are losing classmates every year and it is only going to increase.  By my count, 1/3 of the class is gone, and that is only the ones we know about.


Here are some suggestions.  Let us know what you think.  If you have a better idea, we are open to it.  If you want to help organize it, even better.


Meet at Pampafest in August.  This event gets bigger every year, and the headliner is always somebody you have heard of if you follow Texas "red dirt" artists like Wade Bowen, Casey Donahue, and Reckless Kelly.  Meet on Friday night at a sports bar, breakfast or lunch on Saturday, either off the menu or catered, depending on the turnout, then meet Saturday afternoon and evening for music.  The downside is that it is usually hotter than blazes.  There are a couple of event spaces downtown convenient to Pampafest that we can look into renting.  If we end up having the "main event" in one of the other locations, those of us in town for Pampafest can still meet for breakfast or lunch.


Meet somewhere in the Dallas area.  It seems that a lot of us live around Dallas so this would be convenient and might get the best turnout.  I just looked at my class roster and saw a lot of zip codes beginning with 75 (Dallas).  There have been some informal "reunions" in the past held at a resort in the area.  Golf for those of us who still play and maybe a putting competition.  We are currently researching  locations.  The downside is the rest of us have to go to Dallas.  


Meet somewhere in the Marble Falls/Johnson City area.  Again, some informal reunions have been held there in the past.  We do have quite a few classmates who retired to the Hill Country.  It is a beautiful area with lots to see and do.  We could include an excursion to the world famous Salt Lick BBQ.  If you don't want to drive, you can fly into Austin or San Antonio and rent a car.


Let us know what you think and we will throw a planning committee together.  Please visit our facebook page, or send comments to dave.phs66@gmail.com.  Meanwhile, life is uncertain, have dessert first.

Calling All Classmates ... Share Your News!

Whether updating others on personal news or sharing a memory with longtime friends, that’s the beauty of this website, as Classmate Doug Altom, who now lives in Wimberley, Texas, recently explained:

High School may be the most common, shared experience of Americans.  Those Freshmen through Senior years cast a profound spell.  For many, it was a long run and was lovely, enjoyed for its ups and downs and highs and lows.  For others, it was a sprint that was endured.  It would have been easier on everyone if not for the insecurities and hormones raging in the teenage body. 

Probably the most often asked question by two strangers at a random social gathering is “where did you grow up?” or “where did you go to high school?”.  Sometimes, if there is a sense of a connection made in that dialogue between two people whose backgrounds may vary drastically, the subsequent question may be “what was that like?”.

It's been said among our classmates and other graduates of PHS: “If you were there, you can’t explain it” …. ”if you weren’t there you won’t understand it”.  It’s not meant to be smug or elite.  It is simply the recognition that you can tell from dialogue with others, both Pampa and non-Pampa, it was clearly unique.  For many, and in ways not realized for several years after graduation, it was transformational. 

So special was the time at Pampa High School that a classmate built this website for the sole purpose of allowing class members to connect through this class-only platform.  To be sure, there are plenty of outlets for social, political and cultural banter and discourse; this site has a different purpose. 

It is hoped that you will render birthday wishes when they trigger or just go to the classmates list and click on someone to contact that you have had on your mind.  You might have a great recipe to share.  There is nothing better than updated information so that classmates may know where you have landed most recently and what you are doing. 

It is here for your use and consumption, and it is hoped that you will use it in ways that you find meaningful and constructive.  As these years run together and very fast, may you find a place of “feel good” in reflecting on that unique and almost inexplicable experience that was Pampa High School.


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