Feast and Fun at Carol Jean's A fun time was had in Huntsville the day after Thanksgiving with Carol Jean and old friends. The photos below show the gang that gathered to eat, laugh, reminisce, and just have good ole fun with former classmates. We thank Carol Jean and Dub, once again, for the fun occasion we all look forward to each year. _____________________________ Old Age Song Submitted by Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly (To the tune of "My Favorite Things") Maalox and nosedrops and needles for knittin'. Walkers and handrails and new dental fittin's. Bundles of magazines tied up with string, These are a few of my favorite things. Cadillacs, cataracts, hearing aids, glasses, Polident, Fixodent, false teeth in glasses, Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings, These are a few of my favorite things. When the pipes leak, When the bones creak, When the knees go bad, Then I remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad. Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions, No spicy hot food nor food cook'd with onions, Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring, These are a few of my favorite things. Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinnin', Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin', And we won't mention our short shrunken frames When we remember our favorite things. When the joints ache, When the hips break, When the eyes grow dim, Then I remember the great life I've had, And then I don't feel so bad. |
Est. March 31, 2000 18,392 Previous Hits December 3, 2001 Editor:Tommy Towery http://www.leealumni.com Class of 1964 Page Hits This Issue e-mail ttowery@memphis.edu Staff Writers : Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly , Joy Rubins Morris ,Terry "Moses" Preston Staff Photographers: Fred & Lynn Sanders |
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The Parkway Lanes by Terry "Moses" Preston Whenever I think of the Parkway Lanes I usually think of the same person David France (a true gentleman and a scholar), and the same emotion frustration! David and I would go bowling late at nights after we got off work at the Mugs Up root beer stand (whenever Faye McAnally and Carol Broadway would let us). We would skip school and go bowling there during school hours, too. We would occasionally take Faye and Carol there. We would bowl, and bowl, and bowl. And harass, criticize, kid, and laugh at one another's mistakes and temper tantrums. The reason that David grew up to become such a mild, even tempered, wise and successful adult is because he did enough venting at Parkway Lanes to last a lifetime! Of course, about three-quarters of it was aimed at me! (He'd probably tell you that I deserved it. Don't believe him). But unlike wise David France (a true gentleman and a scholar), I let my frustration brew and cause serious psychological damage. But it really wasn't my fault. You see, the management of Parkway Lanes had a way of nailing those damn pins to the floor! Selectively! And they liked David! He rolled a wicked 'backup ball' (moved from left to right), so he was always coming in from the Brooklyn side. Everybody knows that you're not supposed to take that line, but when David did it the pins would seem to explode! Or worse, all of the pins would fall immediately but the ten-pin, and just when I opened my mouth to laugh at him the silly pin would just lie over. Backwards. In slow motion. Strike! Then I would get up, take the 'correct' line, come into the pocket on the right side, and have the seven-pin stand up and fight, like it was nailed to the floor. Then David would laugh. He would nearly fall off his chair laughing! And the manager would laugh! And I was convinced that the seven-pin was laughing, too. I think that I internalized way too much of this! I still credit the Parkway Lanes for helping me to perfect the obscene gesture that we called the Bird. (Why did we call it that? I've never seen a bird shaped like that!). I also credit the Parkway Lanes for helping me in my career path, by showing me that I would starve to death as a professional bowler. By the way, I still have my bowling ball. It was preserved perfectly and perpetually for all time by the abundance of oil it picked up from the lanes and pits of Parkway Lanes. Other Classmates Share Their Memories Tommy Towery I have many memories of this place, some happy, and some sad. I guess the saddest memories I have are the days after graduation when I returned to Huntsville looking for the ever shrinking band of friends that I once had living in the city and traveling in the circles that we once traveled. I would often return to Huntsville when I was in school at Memphis State and try to find some of my old friends by going to the places we once visited. I remember one night walking into the Parkway Lanes and it was packed with bowlers. I walked from one end of the lanes to the other, looking at faces, trying to find a familiar one. There were none to be found. I had this sinking feeling that my past life and those who meant so much to me were gone forever. It sadded me greatly. I have one memory that is not so sad today, but was a very embarrassing one then. The girl I was dating had parents who bowled in a league there. I would often walk over to the lanes and visit with her while they bowled. This was in the exploring and expanding era of our relationship and we would sit together at one of the tables behind the lanes and eat French fries and visit while they bowled. Sometimes we visited a little too intimately. Later, on one of my Boy Scout camping trips, I was given a father-to-son talk by my scoutmaster, Lucky Sandlin. His parents also bowled in the same league. He explained that there were some things that were appropriate, and some things that were not so appropriate in public. Basically I was told to keep my hands to myself when we were sitting in the bowling alley. That is a memory of Parkway that will always be with me. Joy Rubins Morris remembers that the Parkway Bowling Lanes was where either in 9th or 10th grade her P.E. class went to learn to bowl. From Our Mailbag... Subject: Walkin' the Halls of Lee Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2001 09:15:44 -0500 From: Julius.Smoak@sba.gov The picture for this week's issue sure brings back memories. I think that I remember it from the year book. The boys at Lee certainly were blessed with more than their share of very attractive girls with whom to associate. I remember that one day after lunch a bunch of us had gathered in the hall around the corner from the office headed toward the gym on the side where the driver's ed. car was always parked. One of the guys grabbed a pen out of my shirt pocket for an impromptu game of keep-away. This had been a daily event for about a week and I had tired of it. I picked out one of the guy's in the group and applied a head lock. This particular guy had been telling everyone about taking judo. When I grabbed him he threatened to use his knowledge of judo to throw me. Being somewhat hard headed like a horse with the bit in its teeth, I refused to let go. He tried to throw me alright, but I refused to cooperate. I kept my hold on his head and twisted as we went down so that he ended up on the floor with me on top of him. At that point he said that we needed to get up or we would get in trouble. I finally let him up and received my pen. That was the end of that game. No one got hurt and none of the teachers were ever aware of what had happened. It is a great pleasure to share everyones' memories of Lee. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and wish everyone a very Merry Christmas (even though it hardly seems like it is that time of year when it seemed to take so long to get here when we were at Lee) and a great life. So many of us now have grandchildren and too many are not with us today. The years have passed too quickly, it was just yesterday that we were looking forward to graduation. We're too young to be this damned old!!! Chip Smoak Subject: Hall walk Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 11:10:54 -0600 From: "Linda S. Smith" <glssmith@mindspring.com> I know that I'm a week late with this. Wasn't on the computer last week. My favorite memory of the hall walks, was in the 8th grade, with Richard Lyons. We thought we were so cool. He probably doesn't even remember me now. But, we had fun that year. I went to all his baseball games. He would walk me home after the game. If you read this, Richard, drop me a line. Would love to hear how you are doing. That tree that you helped my dad plant in the back yard, is just beautiful. God bless. Linda Simmons Smith Subject: Couple of things Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 11:21:28 EST From: Barbdonn13@aol.com Hi, Tommy! I am really enjoying seeing the comments people make the next week or so regarding previous subjects. Could you put something in there so that people know that comments are not restricted to only one week? I know you mentioned it earlier, but some people might not have seen it. I am really proud of the site! It's really bringing the old crowd together again. Hope you and Sue had a great Thanksgiving and that you will be able to attend the mini-reunion. We will not be able to get there, but I know it will be great. I will write more for inclusion later. Barbara Wilkerson Donnley Class of '64 Subject: Re: LHS 64-65-66 Update this week Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 11:09:06 -0600 From: "JOY MORRIS" <MORRIJA@ATHENS.EDU> The reunion on December 8th sounds wonderful . I had planned to attend but our grandson who was born three months early (September 14th) will finally be going home around the first week in December. Our daughter and son-in-law are at Cherry Point Marine Base in North Carolina. In addition to little Matthew they also have a twenty month old son and will have their hands full. They have asked me to come up to help so I am leaving on Sunday, December 2nd. Please say hello to everyone for me and I wish each and every one of you a wonderful Christmas holiday. Joy Rubins Morris ____________________________________________________________________ |
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Est. March 31, 2000 18,392 Previous Hits December 3, 2001 Editor:Tommy Towery http://www.leealumni.com Class of 1964 Page Hits This Issue e-mail ttowery@memphis.edu Staff Writers : Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly , Joy Rubins Morris ,Terry "Moses" Preston Staff Photographers: Fred & Lynn Sanders |
________________ Mini Reunion Edition II Mullins Cafe Saturday December 8, 2001 2:00 P.M - Till we move on or are kicked out. ________________ |
Feast and Fun at Carol Jean's A fun time was had in Huntsville the day after Thanksgiving with Carol Jean and old friends. The photos below show the gang that gathered to eat, laugh, reminisce, and just have good ole fun with former classmates. We thank Carol Jean and Dub, once again, for the fun occasion we all look forward to each year. _____________________________ Old Age Song Submitted by Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly (To the tune of "My Favorite Things") Maalox and nosedrops and needles for knittin'. Walkers and handrails and new dental fittin's. Bundles of magazines tied up with string, These are a few of my favorite things. Cadillacs, cataracts, hearing aids, glasses, Polident, Fixodent, false teeth in glasses, Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings, These are a few of my favorite things. When the pipes leak, When the bones creak, When the knees go bad, Then I remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad. Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions, No spicy hot food nor food cook'd with onions, Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring, These are a few of my favorite things. Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinnin', Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin', And we won't mention our short shrunken frames When we remember our favorite things. When the joints ache, When the hips break, When the eyes grow dim, Then I remember the great life I've had, And then I don't feel so bad. |
