Est. March 31, 2000 27,727 Previous Hits August 26, 2002 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 Contributers: The Members of Lee High School Classes of 64-65-66 |
Est. March 31, 2000 27,727 Previous Hits August 26, 2002 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 Contributers: The Members of Lee High School Classes of 64-65-66 |
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From Our Mailbag Subject: Lee Quarterback Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2002 21:37:08 EDT From: CEB1947@aol.com Does anybody remember a second string quarterback for Lee Junior High with the first name Gary? I think I was in the 8th or 9th grade so that would have been '61 or '62. We became friends and he invited me to play on his church basketball team. He had a great passing arm. I think his family moved away. I'd like to know what happened to him and if he ever got to play high school or college ball. Eddie Burton Class of '66 Nashville, TN ________________________________________ Subject: Mailing List Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2002 20:45:34 -0500 From: "Richard Evans" <revans@cox.net> Hi, I graduated from Lee High in 1968. My name is Richard C. Evans and my e-mail address is revans@cox.net. Would you add me to the mailing list? Richard C. Evans Class of '68 ______________________________________ Sammy Gilbreath From: Montgomery Alabama E-mail: sgilbreath@alsbom Year of Graduation: 1966 I love reading about all of the people I knew at Lee. Those were great years. Keep up the good work. I hope I can attend a function and see all of you soon. Sammy _________________________________________ |
Point your mouse at the photo to reveal last week's Mystery Classmate? __________________________________ |
by Jim Bannister Class of '66 Seeing the e-mail from Harold Sheppard in last week's Traveller, sparked a memory from our LHS days. In our Junior year, Harold and I had the same lunch period, which we usually shared with our table of wacko's in the LHS Dining Facility. As I remember the lunchtime fare was wholesome, nutritious, and sometimes even tasty. Occasionally, however, the menu was less than appetizing. It was on one of these occasions that Harold and I decided to run up to Hardee's and grab a burger for lunch. We jumped in Harold's '59 T-Bird and headed out. The Hardee's at the corner of Hiway 72 and the Parkway was five minutes from school. We made it in about three minutes and had a wonderful lunch of two hamburgers, fries, and a coke. Harold paid for mine (Hard to believe that I couldn't come up with $.68). Our appetites abated, we returned to the school grounds, parked in the gravel lot by the field house and proceeded to our next class. Approximately ten minutes into my History Class, Mr. Williams (Remember him) the Assistant Principal showed up at the door and told me to get my books and follow him. All kind of thoughts were going through my mind as we walked in silence half the length of the north hallway to his office.was there a family emergency, etc When we reached his office I saw Harold sitting there and knew that we had been 'BUSTED". We were escorted out to the T-Bird, like a couple of felons, and instructed to leave the campus. We cruised around for a while discussing our situation. Harold and I reviewed all of our options and decided that there was only one thing to do - Go Fishing! After a brief stop at Harold's uncle's house for fishing gear, we were headed toward the Tennessee Line to a fishing hole that Harold knew. On our arrival at the secret fishing hole, we discovered one of the fishing rods was missing. Being the resourceful young men that we were, this did not present a problem. I took some line from Harold's rod, tied it to a stick and had a great "Shakespeare" rod to fish with. We had a wonderful time and caught lots of fish. When I came home that evening the reality of my crime hit with full force. The school had called and informed my mother that I would not be allowed to continue my education at LHS until one or both parents came to the school for a meeting with Mr. Hamilton the Principal. We were in BIG trouble! The meeting was held the next day in the Principal's office of Lee High School in the City of Huntsville, County of Madison.In a moment the results of that meeting..Not trying to be funny, we really felt like we had committed the "Crime of the century". Everyone walking past the office saw us with out parents, standing there awaiting judgment. The meeting was quick and to the point. Mr. Hamilton, in his soft-spoken Ward Cleaver demeanor, conducted the conference with much dignity. I was allowed to return to full student status after being remorseful and promising never to leave campus during school hours again. Harold faced a more difficult challenge. Mr. Williams charged that Harold had spun gravel all over him as we left the parking lot. We both asserted that this was not true but we were "admitted felons" and not to be believed. For the additional charges, Harold was suspended from school for three days and was not allowed to drive his car on campus for the remainder of the school year. Paul Williams, for his outright lie, lost my respect forever. Harold and I remained close friends. He was one of the few that sent me mail while I was in Navy boot camp.sent me a photo of Paul Arnold's dog. We ran into each other several years later while we were both serving in the Navy and, of course, reminisced about our criminal past and the "Shakespeare" fishing rod. We lost contact and haven't seen each other for over 20 years. I am glad that my partner in crime has popped up on the website ..I owe him a lunch. ____________________________________________________ |
Thanks to the wonders of technology and the miracles of modern medicine, this week's Traveller is being assembled while I am sitting in my mother's hospital room. Friday, as I was finishing up one of the most task filled weeks I have ever spent at the University of Memphis, I got a call from Sue that Mom had fallen at the assisted living home and was on her way to the emergency room in an ambulance. I arrived to find that she had been well taken care of, but as a result of the fall, she broke her hip. She is scheduled for surgery on Sunday, but by then I hope to have this issue published and on the web. So here I sit with the laptop in my lap (novel idea!) and am assembling all the mail and articles into what will become this issue of The Traveller. In the last week at work, I have removed 113 old computers out of labs and offices and unboxed and installed 113 new ones consisting of Dell PC's and Apple G4 Macintosh's. I have installed as much software as came in, and set up not only a TV studio, but also a school newspaper office with new systems. It's been a good week "Traveller-wise". I received the photo used lower in the right column, along with a contest to go with it. John Drummond has found us, acting like he never remembered hearing about the web site at the last reunion's announcements. Barbara Seeley Perhaps the liquid consumption hampered his hearing? Anyway, John has joined our merry group and I am sure will bring his good humor and other "General" attributes to the discussions we have. Out of the blue Jim Bannister, the "King of Music Trivia and Tennessee River Pirate" sent along the lead story to make my week's work ever so easy, and then a few days later, our favorite California staff writer Terry "Moses" Preston sent me a story for next week. Since I know that most of my time will be spent in a hospital room, that will again make the MIE's (Most Illustrious Editor's) job easy next week too. ______________________________________ |
Two Twins (But No Widow Woman) I may have shared this with you before but I'll share it again anyway, just in case you missed it before. When I was in Mrs. Jane Riddle Parks' ninth grade English class, she made a point of sharing some of her grammer pet peaves with all us students and made us promise to never use some of these phrases. Two that she thought were especially redundant was to say "two twins" or "a widow woman". She emphasized that twins were by nature "two" and the defination of a widow is a woman who has lost her husband, so a widow is always a woman. A widower is a man. With all that in mind, this week's photo is in reality "two twins" since it is a photo of two sets of twins. We were blessed at Lee to have many set of twin Generals. Perhaps we should do a rememberance on them sometime in the future? Anyway, this week's e-mail also produced the photo above of one member of our sets of twins, holding his own grandkid set of twins, along with the uncle of the twin babies. The girls are Katy and Kristy, but who are the two odd fellows holding them? The sender thought it would be fun to see if anyone could correctly tell them apart today. I'll add the additional burden of not even telling you who they were back in school, must less which one is which today. The sender added in his e-mail " Love our class site Tommy, God keep you and bless you and yours." With bribery like that, who could refuse such an offer to run his picture. So, this week's challenge is to identify correctly the classmates in the photo above. Good luck! _______________________________________________________ |
Last Week's Unknown Trivia Jim Bannister, Class of '66, refused to yield to the challengers and came through with the first correct set of answers to last week's contest. He wrote " All these songs make me want to return to those carefree teenage days.... where my only thoughts were of fast cars and tanned girls...." (Hey Jim, have you changed your priorities now? I still do that!) 1. Girl From Ipanema Sergio Mendez 2. Little Old Lady From Pasadena Jan & Dean 3. Boy From New York City Ad Libs 4. Tallassee Lassie Freddy Canon 5. Pretty Blue Eyes Steve Lawrence 6. Surfer Girl Beach Boys 7. Pretty Little Angel Eyes Curtis Lee 8. Wild Thing The Troggs 9. The Wanderer Dion 10. The Girl of My Best Friend Elvis Presley Linda Beal Walker, Class of '66, also came through with some insights on those songs. She sent these comments: 2. Little old lady from Pasedena - and I think I have turned into her, I'm the little ol' lady from Milan, TN 8. WILD THING!! I got a bit intoxicated at a party my husband (the 1st one) insisted that I go to because he was on duty that night and wouldn't get off until midnight. I had a few drinks, vodka & sprite, and by the time he arrived I was dancing to Wild Thing and feeling no pain. I didn't drink often and it didn't take much. I was very embarrassed the next day and it didn't happen again. Well ------- ____________________________________ |
Monthly Breakfast Get-Together Reminder: The monthly breakfast get-together at Mullins will be this coming Saturday - the 31st at 9am. Since it is also a holiday week-end we will either have a smaller or larger crowd than usual. As always, we will try to get seating in the back room, but if it happens to be reserved we will be close by. If you don't think you'll recognize anyone, call me and we'll make arrangements for someone to meet you at the door. 883-9255 (hm) or 656-3667 (cell) Be there or be square!!! Judy "Fedrowisch" Kincaid Class of '66 Huntsville, AL njkincaid@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________ |
Come Stroll With Me... submitted by Rodney Vandiver Stroll with me...close your eyes...and go back before the nternet...before bombings, aids, herpes, before semiautomatics and crack...before SEGA or Super Nintendo...way back! I'm talking about sitting on the curb, sitting on the steps...about malt shops, hide-and-go-seek, Simon says and red-light-green-light. Lunch boxes with a thermos...chocolate milk, going home for lunch, penny candy from the store, hopscotch, butterscotch, skates with keys, jacks and Cracker Jacks, hula hoops and sunflower seeds, wax lips and mustaches, Mary Jane's, saddle shoes and Coke bottles with the names of cities on the bottom. Remember when it took five minutes for the TV to warm up. When nearly everyones's Mom was at home when the kids arrived home from school. When nobody owned a purebred dog. When a quarter was a decent allowance. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny. When your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces. When all of your teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done every day and wore high heels. Remember running through the sprinkler, circle pins, bobby pins, Mickey Mouse Club, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Kookla, Fran and Ollie, Dick Clark's American Bandstand...all in black and white and your Mom made you turn it off when a storm came. When around the corner seemed far away and going downtown seemed like going somewhere. Climbing trees, making forts, lemonade stands, cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, staring at clouds, jumping on the bed, pillow fights, ribbon candy, angel hair on the Christmas tree, white gloves, walking to the movie theater, running till you were out of breath, your first haircut, laughing so hard that you stomach hurt...remember that? Not stepping on a crack or you'd break your mother's back, paper chains at Christmas, silhouettes of Lincoln and Washington, the smells of school, of past and "Evening in Paris" perfume. When you got your windshield cleaned, oiled checked and gas pumped without asking -all for free- every time. You didn't pay for air and you got trading stamps to boot. When laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box. When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner to a real restaurant with your parents. When the worst thing you could do at school was flunk a test or chew gum. The prom was in the gym or the lunch room and you danced to a real orchestra. When they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed - and they did it. When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home. Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was so much greater than the threat. Remember when people went steady; and girls wore a class ring with an inch of wrapped adhesive tape so it would fit their finger. When no one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the car and house doors were never locked. Remember playing baseball with no adults needing to enforce the rules of the game. And, with all our progress, don't you wish, that just once you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace...and share it with the children of today? So send this on to someone who can still remember The Lone Ranger and Tonto, The Shadow Knows, Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Trigger and Buttermilk...As well as the sound of a real mower on Saturday morning, and summers filled with bike rides, baseball games, bowling, visits to the pool...and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar from the palm of you hand. There, didn't that feel good? Just to lean back and say: "Yeah, I remember". _____________________________________ |
Did anyone from Lee besides me go to this church? _____________________________________ |
Today's Tickles: "Age Attitude" "Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key. You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're 'gonna' be 16! And then the greatest day of your life ... you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony ... YOU BECOME 21 ....YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. You know it; you REACH 50 ... and your dreams are gone. But wait, you MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. My grandmother won't even buy green bananas! It's an investment, you know, and maybe a bad one!! And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I was JUST 92." Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half! May you all make it (healthily) to 100 and a half..." --Author unknown - found circulating the Net via email. ______________________________________ |
