10th Reunion Pictures

My ex found some old pictures in a stash at his house that included these from our 10th Reunion. My apologies that they are of such poor quality. Check them out (there are two pages) at:
http://sites.google.com/site/rhs69reunionoct09/Home/pictures
and
http://sites.google.com/site/rhs69reunionoct09/pictures-page-2

What About Classmates Who Did Not Graduate with Us?

This is a brief suggestion that we start a list of classmates we remember that may appreciate an invitation to the reunion. They may have changed and attended a county school, moved away due to family reasons, or other circumstances. Do we know of any we can reach? This is probably an assignment for the local people more than those who have not lived in Logan county for close to 35+ years. I would not know where to start. I mentioned a few names in a commont to a previous post that I recall. I have thought of some more (1 or 2).

Rack your Brains!

And also, in case you can not tell, I do not type any better now than I did in Personal Typing with Mr. Reeder! Cathy, you set the bar to high. You piano players always type better.

Way Back In the Days...

Since the reunion was announced, I've been reminiscing... High School brings many memories to mind, but I also remember earlier days. Some of us began together in first grade and continued throughout the next twelve years.

1st Grade - Remember sweet little Mrs. Fuqua? She seemed ancient back then. I wonder how old she really was.

2nd Grade - My teacher was Miss Louella Johnson. I was terrified I would be placed in Mrs. Lynch's class. To a second grader she seemed like a drill sergeant!

3rd Grade - This grade is fuzzy. Seems like my teacher was Mrs. Chandler. Was that her name?

4th Grade - Mrs. Thurman - She read to us each day after lunch. I think this was also about the time of day when Billy Warden would sing "Cotton Fields Back Home."

5th Grade - Mrs. Edwards - short, sweet and stout! When she slapped you on the back, you knew you'd been slapped. I made my first "C" in her class. I remember crying and telling her that my mom would really be mad. She changed the "C" to a "B." Whew! (Wish I could have convinced Mr. Roberts to do this in 11th grade history..)

6th Grade - Mrs. White - We could never forget the "Polly stories."

7th Grade - Ms. Hedges (Miss Neatness!).. Miss Wood also stands out in my mind. I was in her class the day JFK was assassinated. Of course she was upset and crying.

8th Grade - Mrs. Jones and all the memorization! Then there was Mrs. Simmons and the Colorado experiences. All we had to do was ask a question about Colorado. She would relate stories for at least half of the class time.

Those were the days when we walked downtown for lunch. Remember munching on tuna sandwiches at the drug store? Cherry cokes at Duncans? Hamburgers and fries at Parkview Restaurant?

Remember??....

Blog Fog Rap

So you wanna read the blog
But your brain is in a fog
And you feel like that old dog
That Elvis used to sing about.

Here's some tips from your old friends -
A few helpful odds and ends -
That will help you comprehend
If you're having any doubt.

So Rita says, "Remember
That you gotta be a member
And "sign in"
Every time you wanna "comment."

And for "new posts" do the same
Or the blog won't know your name
And will treat you like your
Ugly Cousin Elmer.

And Pepper is the chick
Who knows you gotta click
On the title of each post
to see its "comments."

And Lloyd says to "save"
Or you could have a close shave
Where the words you worked and slaved over

Might

Get

Lost.

And in case this ain't enough
And it still seems kinda tough
You can ask these friends the stuff
You wanna know.

Since this ain't the world's best rap, man
Marion Fugate, Lloyd Chapman
Are the guys who wanna help
To make it stop.

The addresses of their emails
Will be waiting in your inbox
And the Class of '69 will have the
Blog That Rocks!

That football game...

Okay. This is a really fuzzy memory for me. And also a demonstration of my crap-crap-crappy football knowledge. So, here I am, exposing my stupidity for all to see. But someone in our class must have a much sharper memory of this and can fill in the missing details.

It was a football game. A really important one. And it either determined that we would get to compete in the state championship. Or it may have actually been the state championship.

And somebody named Todd (Michael Todd, maybe, but I won't swear to it) was the extraordinarily talented athlete who was the quarterback. (If memory serves, he wasn't the tallest kid in the world, but was also a star on the basketball team.)

And was this in our freshman year??

And there were only a few minutes left in the game. Or maybe it was only a few seconds. And we were down to the one yard line. Well, maybe not the one yard line, but it was really close.

And I remember screaming until I lost my voice.

But that's where my memory fails me.

I'm counting on one of you out there who will remember every last detail and can fill in the missing pieces.

Help!!