SCHS CLASS OF 1958
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11/16/01
How old would this person be......
One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather
about current events.
He asked what he thought about the shootings at
schools, the computer age, and just things in general.
The granddad replied, "Well, let me think a minute ...
I was born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods,
Xerox, contact lenses, Frisbees and the pill. There
was no radar, credit cards, laser beams or ball-point
pens. Man had not invented pantyhose, air
conditioners, dishwashers, clothes dryers, well the
clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and man
hadn't yet walked on the moon.
Your grandmother and I got married first-and then
lived together. Every family had a father and a
mother, and every boy over 14 had a rifle that his dad
taught him how to use and respect. And they went
hunting and fishing together.
Until I was 25, I called every man older than I,
'Sir'-and after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man
with a title, 'Sir.'
Sundays were set aside for going to church as a
family, helping those in need, and visiting with
family or neighbors, or going on a picnic.
We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual
careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good
judgment, and common sense. We were taught to know the
difference between right and wrong and to stand up and
take responsibility for our actions. Serving your
country was a privilege; living here was a bigger privilege. We
thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along
with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors
when the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in
the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric
typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the
President's speeches on our radios.
And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains
out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was
junk.
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your
school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard
of. We had 5 & 10-cent stores where you could actually
buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar,
and a Pepsi were all a nickel. And if you didn't want
to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough
stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, but who
could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a
gallon.
In my day, 'grass' was mowed, 'coke' was a cold drink,
'pot' was something your mother cooked in, and 'rock
music' was your grandmother's lullaby.
'Aids' were helpers in the Principal's office, 'chip'
meant a piece of wood, 'hardware' was found in a
hardware store, and 'software' wasn't even a word.
And we were the last generation to actually believe
that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder
people call us "old and confused" and say there is a
generation gap.
How old do you think I am - ????
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ANSWER : This man would be only 59 years old
Luv, Jackie
4/17/01
I was so sorry to hear of DAVID HOLLEY'S passing....David was one of my earliest friends and playmates. He, George Huffman, David Cook, and I grew up within a couple of blocks of each other in the Glendale area. We spent many hours doing the things that young boys did in those days...guns (we didn't call it cowboys and Indians, just guns), bike riding, baseball, cars (the toy variety), and kick-the-can. Those were good times in the late 40's and early 50's. I hope David knew our Lord and is resting well.
JAY NELSON
Judy Fox Tully's beautiful Memories that she sent in her Christmas Cards this past year. Judy suggested that we add to this list if anyone wants to share any different ones and make this a living memory. Send in YOUR favorite memories and we will add to the list.
1/15/01
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
When the year 2000 became a reality, I realized how many people I had met throughout the years who left me with memories that warmed my heart and put a smile on my lips. I also realized that a lot of these individuals probably had no idea that I had a special place in my heart reserved for them and the memories surrounding them. Therefore, I decided to correct this oversight by sending Christmas cards to these friends, both past and present, and say thanks for some beautiful memories! I only regret that some of our friends aren’t around to share them.
Do you remember?
 | Playing tag, football, basketball, riding bikes, building forts, skating, dolls, digging to China, in the summer chasing fireflies..... |
| Running the neighborhood on Christmas morning to see what Santa had brought.. |
| Halloween and the bags of candy … |
| Sunday school, Summer Bible School, church youth groups … |
| The doll shows, playground, library, summer activities at the Recreation Center … |
| The movies: "A Date With Judy", Saturday matinees, "The Thing", Roy Rogers, Gene Autrey, "April Love" … |
| The school trip to Washington, DC, in the sixth grade … |
| Central, Edison, SC Junior High, the start of Spring Hill Junior High, SC High |
| Seventh Avenue, D Street, Spring Hill, Kenna Homes, Armor Park, Central Avenue, Montrose, Forest Circle, and all points around ... |
| J. Alfred Poe! One way halls, discipline, standing on a ladder with his whistle at dances! |
| Overnights and slumber parties (and the boys that crashed them) … |
| Parties, parties, parties … birthday, Halloween, girl parties, boy/girl parties, |
kissing parties (oh, the fun) …
| Union Carbide -- Timberland, Cliffside, Carlisle, Camelot, the Circus … |
| Dating, holding hands, kissing, parking, double dates, the thrills, the heartache |
| The Black Eagle, the Labelle Theater, the Recreation Center, Oaks Field, the drug store, McClung & Morgan’s, Rock Lake Pool, the Mound, the Dairy Queen, the buses … |
| Football games, basketball games, baseball games, track and field, tennis … |
| The Marching Band, the Concert Band, the Chemettes, the Majorette Festival |
| And the dances – the Maypole dance, street dances, recreation center dances, sock hops, proms, Snow Festival, after ballgame dances, they go on and on … |
| The songs, Nat King Cole, Johnny Mathis, Chubby Checkers, "Love is a Many Splendored Thing", "Moments to Remember" … |
| And don’t forget the cars, the clunckers, gas guzzlers, the fins, push button gears |
| The elections, student council, class officers, the posters, the speeches, the trips … |
| The school clubs, senior play, teachers, lockers, the yearbook, and fun … |
| Homecoming, the parades and pep rallies, "Quote the Raven", Miss Black Eagle, Girls/Boys State, Senior All Night Party, Graduation …. |
I couldn’t begin to recapture all the memories I have stored in my heart, but somewhere in the above is a memory of you. Thanks! I hope you and your families have a wonderful Christmas and a great year ahead!
With warmest best wishes!
Judy Fox Tully
4/4/01
Elvis Sing Along Are you lonesome tonight, does your tummy feel tight? Did you bring your Mylanta and Tums ? Does your memory stray, to that bright sunny day...When you had all your teeth and your gums ? Is your hairline receding ? Are your eyes growing dim ? Hysterectomy for her, and its prostate for him. Does your back give you pain...do your knees predict rain ? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight ? Is your blood pressure up and your cholesterol down ? Are you eating your low fat cuisine ? All that oat brand and fruit, Metamucil to boot, keeps you like a well oiled machine. If it's football, or baseball...he sure knows the score. Yes, he knows where it's at...but forgets what it's for. So, your gall bladder's gone. But his gout lingers on. Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight ? When you're hungry, he's not. When you're cold, then he's hot. Then you start that old thermostat war. When you turn out the light, he goes left, you go right. Then you get his great symphonic snore. He was once so romantic, and witty and smart. How'd he turn out to be such a cranky old fart ? So don't take any bets, this is as good as it gets. Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight ?
JACK PAULEY
A few years ago, a postcard from McGraw Hill fell out of a book that was being shifted around. It was addressed to Miss Suzanne Walker at my old address. It said, "If you wish to receive an answer book for our Algebra text, please write us on your school stationery." I mailed it off to Suzanne for a memento of school days. (Guessing here that we had once agreed to be tricky about name and address).
It's funny what you remember and what you don't. I didn't recall writing to that publisher at all. I have little faith in these answer books now. When I was a schoolteacher, I used to leave them in the middle of a classroom after reviewing them first. When we were discussing--say--a Robert Frost poem and after deciding which character was speaking in a long narrative, I'd say: "Why doesn't someone look this up in that answer book?" So a student would do this, read out loud the obviously wrong answer, and we'd all howl. I suppose today you'd get on the internet.
Are you all shocked at how much homework students have today? Danny's three daughters since our marriage have produced eight (fabulous) grandchildren -- all live out of town. But I am busy doing my share of school projects. When they visit us, we have done salt maps, exploding volcanoes, made and painted plaster of Paris molds -- and we get the late night calls with requests for clear information and sometimes to rush off a package of something they know we have in our house. I have even composed sentences about chemical elements, while Danny -- once a chemical engineer with international expertise -- keeps on playing his internet bridge tourney. But he never experienced this American phenomenon of the whole family sitting at the kitchen table -- cutting up magazines in a frantic search for dairy products at 6:30 a.m. I think children still wait until the last minute to tell you what's really going on.
Best to all of you, Lyn Bailey Gumowski
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