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Posted: Jul 29, 2009, 15:18

School Memories


Going to school in the sixties was a lot of work but it was a whole lot of fun, too. I went to high school at the old, old high school downtown. It was a unique three story brick building filled with a lot of wonderful memories for a lot of people. The "principal's office" was right at the top of the third floor in the middle with its own little set of stairs going up to it. I spent some time there, but not a lot. Mr. Coble was a pretty fair principal, I guess. I loved that old school. It reminds me of that one in the movie, "Fast Times at Ridgemont High."

I remember in my sophomore year in my Home Ec. class, my best friend, Pauline and I decided to make some divinity for a class cooking project. No one told us that we should not double the recipe, which is what we did. We were going about our task mixing and mixing and mixing. We burned up two mixers and were headed for our third. Mrs. Edmonds looked like she wanted to kill us and we just wanted to crawl under the table and forget about it but the bell for our next class rang so we put gooey spoonfuls on waxed paper and put them in the freezer. We were so flustered by then and about 15 or 20 minutes late for our next class. I think we had to go to the office for a note to get in. We were so embarrassed then, but it's rather funny now.

I remember my senior year during study hall, the plaster from the ceiling would fall on our heads. They really needed a new school which they got a few years later. We had great homecomings with bonfires and snake dances through town and dump trucks full of classmates trying to be the loudest, yelling and screaming, banging on garbage can lids and just being crazy having fun.

We would hang out across the street at the Bluebird Café having cherry or chocolate cokes and fries at lunch or after school. When we went to town, it was to the The Ice Cream Shop: green river drinks and shakes, listening to the old jukebox and carrying on. It was the place to go.

Oh, what a great time it was back then. There were good times and bad, loads of great memories to last a lifetime.


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