A Time To Remember Our Classmates by Tommy Towery Class of '64 All of the e-mails that we get are not fond memories of our high school days. We sometimes have to take the bad with the good. After Moses did his article on Bill Boone, I received a couple of other insights into the deaths of some of our other classmates. I decided that we could group them together as one article to share with you. Jeffrey Kent Wood It saddens me to inform you that I received an e-mail from J. Whitt Singleton, Class of '67, which read "I want to update you concerning a member your '64 class at Lee High School. Jeffrey Kent Wood, my brother-in-law passed away at Huntsville Hospital on March 12, 1996 from an brain aneurysm. I thought you might like to add his name to the memorial site." Although it was back in 1996, somehow we had not received word prior to this, and it is as if we just lost him. Somehow, it's different thinking that someone is "missing" when we are trying to put together a reunion. There's always a chance that they will show up sooner or later. It's not the same when we find out that will not happen. After high school Kent attended UAH and Auburn for several semesters. He was married and had one child. He loved motorcycles and the band Chicago. Whitt sent me the following obit from The Huntsville Times: Jeffrey K. Wood Jeffrey Kent Wood, 49, of Huntsvllle died Tuesday at a local hospital. The funeral will be Thursday at 2:30 p.m. at Spry Funeral Home with Dr. Ralph Langley officiating. Burial will be in Maple Hill Cemetery. Mr. Wood, a native of Texas, had lived in Madison County for 34 years. He was a security guard with Teledyne Brown and was a member of the First Baptist Church. Survivors include his wife, Jan Wood: a daughter, Loretta Anne Strihafke; his father, Andrew J. Wood; and a brother, Larry W. Wood, all of Huntsville; two sisters, Sylvia Singleton of Tullahoma, Tenn., and Analynn Baker of Port Orange, Fla.; and a grandchild. ________________________________________________ A Tribute to Dwight Kephart by Paula Spencer Kephart Class of '65 Schweitzer: "You don't have to be an angel in order to be a saint." Dwight, Class of '64, was a very normal high school student--he had lots of good times and lots of hard times. I had my very first date with him and never dreamed that six years later would be married to him. We had two beautiful sons and at age 29, Dwight learned that he suffered from depression. That was a battle that he fought until his untimely death at the age of 49 years. He went to UAH where he earned a bachelor's and master's degree. He worked at Steelcase in Athens the greater part of his professional life where he was the company's comptroller. When the boys were young, he served with Scouts, later in the Little League, as a band parent, and as chaperone to many Scholar's Bowl conferences. Whatever those children needed--Dad was there! As well, anything I wanted or needed, he provided. Dwight was a good husband--I became ill with CFS in 1989 and whatever needed to be done, he did. No one could haved asked for more love and support than he gave. It was almost, as if, if we needed 100% he gave 110%! Dwight served on many boards, Mental Health Assn, Tri-County Health Agency, Treasurer of St. John's Episcopal Church, Senior Warden at same church, served as church auditor, took classes to serve as Lay Minister for church, and really became close to his God. He was also on the Advisory Committee for the College of Liberal Arts at UAH Our youngest son, at 17, found him on the driveway--has been a struggle for him to get over that-probably really never will. Both of our sons were so very close to their Dad--as soon as they got big enough, they made every step he did and he loved it. We were blessed with a wonderful life together. It just ended too soon. It is a good thing to be said, "He was a good man." It is all too true for Dwight. He was good to others, to his family, and most of all, to his God. Remember him for that, please. There is no doubt in my heart where he resides now, but I will always miss him and so will our boys. It is very hard when someone you love dies so young, but he is at peace, and that is what is important. Dwight's liver quit functioning due to overmedication . He had everything to live for, but it was his time to meet God. Knowing his place now, I am truly thankful and grateful that God saw fit to place him in our lives. Dwight was born on Mar.29, 1946 and died Mar. 10, 1996 -only 19 days more and he would have made it to fifty. Also, Dwight planned to go into the ministry had he lived to retire. He was really the best! ________________________________________________ While we are on this subject, there is a website that I would like to share with you. It's http://ssdi.genealogy.rootsweb.com which is a site that allows you to search the Social Security Death Index. While you will not be able to find everyone, it currently has 68,598,675 records that you can search by name, social security number, and many other fields. Just to see how good it was, I selected a couple of my classmates and searched for their information. I am not positive there are correct, but it appears that Jim Storm, Class of '64, died on January 15, 1990 and that Steve Robertson, Class of '64 died in April of 1989. Sometime in the future, we need to take on the project of trying to document other members of our classes. _________________________________________________ Subject: Judy Kincaid's Mom Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 18:33:14 -0500 From: "Lynn VanPelt" <bamayaya@knology.net> Tommy I'd like you to include in the newsletter Sunday that Judy's mom is under hospice care and her family needs our thoughts and prayers. Also Rainer Klause's Mom's obituary was in the paper Thursday. Lynn Bozeman VanPelt Class of '66 (Editor's Note: Thanks for letting us all know Lynn. Our prayers are out for our Classmates and their families in these troubled times.) Hildegard Klauss Died Sept. 24, 2002 Mrs. Hildegard Maria Klauss, 90, of Huntsville died Tuesday in Huntsville. Mrs. Klauss was born in Eastern Prussia and immigrated to the US in 1947 joining her husband, the late Ernst Klauss, who was a member of the Von Braun Rocket Team. Survivors include her three sons, Dieter and wife, Janice of Huntsville, Rainer and wife, Gudrun of Snellville, Ga., and Gunter and wife, Marcia of Marietta Ga.; three sisters, Elfriede Hesse of Bielefeld, Germany, Charlotte Schmidl of Oberschleissheim, Germany and Irene Weber of Herpersdorf, Germany; one brother, Heinrich Wittek of Goslar, Germany; and five grandchildren. Visitation will be from 1 to 3 p.m. Saturday at Spry Funeral Home. There will be a family graveside service at Maple Hill Cemetery. Published in The Huntsville Times on 9/26/2002. ____________________________________________________ |
Est. March 31, 2000 29,083 Previous Hits September 30, 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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A Time To Remember Our Classmates by Tommy Towery Class of '64 All of the e-mails that we get are not fond memories of our high school days. We sometimes have to take the bad with the good. After Moses did his article on Bill Boone, I received a couple of other insights into the deaths of some of our other classmates. I decided that we could group them together as one article to share with you. Jeffrey Kent Wood It saddens me to inform you that I received an e-mail from J. Whitt Singleton, Class of '67, which read "I want to update you concerning a member your '64 class at Lee High School. Jeffrey Kent Wood, my brother-in-law passed away at Huntsville Hospital on March 12, 1996 from an brain aneurysm. I thought you might like to add his name to the memorial site." Although it was back in 1996, somehow we had not received word prior to this, and it is as if we just lost him. Somehow, it's different thinking that someone is "missing" when we are trying to put together a reunion. There's always a chance that they will show up sooner or later. It's not the same when we find out that will not happen. After high school Kent attended UAH and Auburn for several semesters. He was married and had one child. He loved motorcycles and the band Chicago. Whitt sent me the following obit from The Huntsville Times: Jeffrey K. Wood Jeffrey Kent Wood, 49, of Huntsvllle died Tuesday at a local hospital. The funeral will be Thursday at 2:30 p.m. at Spry Funeral Home with Dr. Ralph Langley officiating. Burial will be in Maple Hill Cemetery. Mr. Wood, a native of Texas, had lived in Madison County for 34 years. He was a security guard with Teledyne Brown and was a member of the First Baptist Church. Survivors include his wife, Jan Wood: a daughter, Loretta Anne Strihafke; his father, Andrew J. Wood; and a brother, Larry W. Wood, all of Huntsville; two sisters, Sylvia Singleton of Tullahoma, Tenn., and Analynn Baker of Port Orange, Fla.; and a grandchild. ________________________________________________ A Tribute to Dwight Kephart by Paula Spencer Kephart Class of '65 Schweitzer: "You don't have to be an angel in order to be a saint." Dwight, Class of '64, was a very normal high school student--he had lots of good times and lots of hard times. I had my very first date with him and never dreamed that six years later would be married to him. We had two beautiful sons and at age 29, Dwight learned that he suffered from depression. That was a battle that he fought until his untimely death at the age of 49 years. He went to UAH where he earned a bachelor's and master's degree. He worked at Steelcase in Athens the greater part of his professional life where he was the company's comptroller. When the boys were young, he served with Scouts, later in the Little League, as a band parent, and as chaperone to many Scholar's Bowl conferences. Whatever those children needed--Dad was there! As well, anything I wanted or needed, he provided. Dwight was a good husband--I became ill with CFS in 1989 and whatever needed to be done, he did. No one could haved asked for more love and support than he gave. It was almost, as if, if we needed 100% he gave 110%! Dwight served on many boards, Mental Health Assn, Tri-County Health Agency, Treasurer of St. John's Episcopal Church, Senior Warden at same church, served as church auditor, took classes to serve as Lay Minister for church, and really became close to his God. He was also on the Advisory Committee for the College of Liberal Arts at UAH Our youngest son, at 17, found him on the driveway--has been a struggle for him to get over that-probably really never will. Both of our sons were so very close to their Dad--as soon as they got big enough, they made every step he did and he loved it. We were blessed with a wonderful life together. It just ended too soon. It is a good thing to be said, "He was a good man." It is all too true for Dwight. He was good to others, to his family, and most of all, to his God. Remember him for that, please. There is no doubt in my heart where he resides now, but I will always miss him and so will our boys. It is very hard when someone you love dies so young, but he is at peace, and that is what is important. Dwight's liver quit functioning due to overmedication . He had everything to live for, but it was his time to meet God. Knowing his place now, I am truly thankful and grateful that God saw fit to place him in our lives. Dwight was born on Mar.29, 1946 and died Mar. 10, 1996 -only 19 days more and he would have made it to fifty. Also, Dwight planned to go into the ministry had he lived to retire. He was really the best! ________________________________________________ While we are on this subject, there is a website that I would like to share with you. It's http://ssdi.genealogy.rootsweb.com which is a site that allows you to search the Social Security Death Index. While you will not be able to find everyone, it currently has 68,598,675 records that you can search by name, social security number, and many other fields. Just to see how good it was, I selected a couple of my classmates and searched for their information. I am not positive there are correct, but it appears that Jim Storm, Class of '64, died on January 15, 1990 and that Steve Robertson, Class of '64 died in April of 1989. Sometime in the future, we need to take on the project of trying to document other members of our classes. _________________________________________________ Subject: Judy Kincaid's Mom Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 18:33:14 -0500 From: "Lynn VanPelt" <bamayaya@knology.net> Tommy I'd like you to include in the newsletter Sunday that Judy's mom is under hospice care and her family needs our thoughts and prayers. Also Rainer Klause's Mom's obituary was in the paper Thursday. Lynn Bozeman VanPelt Class of '66 (Editor's Note: Thanks for letting us all know Lynn. Our prayers are out for our Classmates and their families in these troubled times.) Hildegard Klauss Died Sept. 24, 2002 Mrs. Hildegard Maria Klauss, 90, of Huntsville died Tuesday in Huntsville. Mrs. Klauss was born in Eastern Prussia and immigrated to the US in 1947 joining her husband, the late Ernst Klauss, who was a member of the Von Braun Rocket Team. Survivors include her three sons, Dieter and wife, Janice of Huntsville, Rainer and wife, Gudrun of Snellville, Ga., and Gunter and wife, Marcia of Marietta Ga.; three sisters, Elfriede Hesse of Bielefeld, Germany, Charlotte Schmidl of Oberschleissheim, Germany and Irene Weber of Herpersdorf, Germany; one brother, Heinrich Wittek of Goslar, Germany; and five grandchildren. Visitation will be from 1 to 3 p.m. Saturday at Spry Funeral Home. There will be a family graveside service at Maple Hill Cemetery. Published in The Huntsville Times on 9/26/2002. ____________________________________________________ |
A Proposition From The Editor Who are we? What has our Lee High School days done for us, and what have we done for Lee? Earlier this year we had a lengthy discussion on the website about how the students of today's Lee High School have no idea who we are or where some of the Lee traditions came from. We spent a couple of weeks hacking it over, and then it quietly went away. The thought went to sleep, but it didn't die. We're waking it up again. There are several things going on right now that we will soon have enough information to share with you. There is one idea that we want to share with you right now, and see if we can get any support for it. The Traveller staff wants to propose to all of our classmates from '64-'65-'66 that we establish a $500 annual scholarship for a graduating senior at Lee. This will not be an "endowed" scholarship, which means that we will have to collect the money annually, but we want to see if we can make it happen at least for the graduating class of 2003. It is not a lot of money in today's college world, but it could pay for books and some lab fees. The Traveller staff has been discussing this idea between ourselves for a couple of weeks and what we would propose is that we sponsor a writing contest. Entrants would submit a 500-750 word essay based on some theme that they choose using our website as a starting point. We would ask them to review the past issues of the site and then come up with a topic of their own and write the paper based on the insight the web site gives them into us, our days at Lee, the friendships that we built, and what our Lee days have meant to us in our later lives. The papers would be reviewed by a our own committee, not the school or PTA, and we would choose the paper that best captures our "spirit". Maybe they'll find out that we really are "Still crazy after all these years!" It will be open to all seniors at Lee, not just the newspaper staff, or any particular writing class. We will be looking to the guidance counselors at Lee to make students aware of the opportunity of the scholarship and to get the right students to participate. We want to be able to award the scholarship next spring, but it will not go directly to the student. We would have a committee or spokesperson to go to the awards banquet or assembly and award a certificate. (We see a nice certificate with a background photo of Lee sitting atop Traveller from our gym as a possibility.) When we receive word from the winner which school he or she will be attending, we will contact that school and insure that the check goes directly to the scholarship office there. This way we will insure that it is a scholarship and used for their continued education, and not just a $500 prize for them to do with as they please. What's the catch you ask? The catch is we have to come up with the $500. We won't sell magazines or candy bars or record albums as we did in past fundraisers. We have between 200 and 300 visitors a week to the web site, but that may mean that only about 100 or less are regular visitors. Many of you would not be interested or do not have the finances at this time to contribute and we understand that. But if we had 10 classmates that would contribute $50 each, we'd have the money. Or if we had 20 that could contribute $25 each, or 50 that could come up with $10 each we'd meet our goal. Any combination of the above would work too. I know that I am at a point in my life where I am an empty-nester and am not yet living on a fixed retirement income, so I have a little extra money to spare. Two members of the Traveller have already promised to support this idea at the $50 level, so that really only leaves $400 we need to raise. We have decided that we will not publish the amount of donations you might wish to make, and we are undecided as to whether or not we should even publish the names of the contributors. We'll first wait and see if anyone is even interested in the idea. What we are asking you to do now is to let us know if you might be willing to participate. We are not collecting money now, but would like to have pledges with amounts you would be willing to donate e-mailed to us so that we can get an idea whether or not we'll be able to raise the additional $400 we are looking for. If we get more that the $500 pledged, we can put it into an account and have a head start on next year if we elect to continue the program. Please think it over and decide for yourself if you would like to participate in this plan. There's no pressure and no requirement for any of you to do anything. I have received the following in response to my e-mail to Lee. Mr. Towery, I have just read the e-mail concerning the Alumni Scholarship. As the senior counselor I am sure you know we are always looking for scholarships for our very deserving students. An essay sounds like a great idea. You mentioned that you needed my help and of course I will be happy to do so. The school phone number is 256-428-8150 my extention is 252. Thanks for thinking of us Elaine Gauldin The whole idea might fall through anyway. If it works out that there is too much red-tape or legal requirements to make this happen, we will abandon the idea and perhaps come up with another plan. That is why we do not want anyone sending a donation yet, just send me an e-mail in the next week with an idea of how much you might be willing to donate if we can make it happen. ______________________________________ |
From Our Mailbox Subject: This week's Traveller Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2002 22:13:20 EDT From: Barbdonn13@aol.com To: ttowery@memphis.edu Great article! About the spitting from the top of the Ferris Wheel -- I'm afraid, once again, that's a guy thing. It's sort of like you going swimming at the Y without any clothes. I've NEVER had the urge to spit from the top of the F.W.!!!! It was interesting seeing the comments about the old library, a place I spent a LOT of time as soon as I learned to read. Does anyone else remember that the librarian wouldn't let you check out books which she felt were too advanced for you? I can remember many times when I was about 9 years old that she said, "Honey, you really should go choose something else. This is just too advanced for you right now." Used to burn me up big time!!! I was sooooo proud the day she let me check out The Grapes of Wrath -- I'd been trying for a couple of years! Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly South Carolina Class of '64 __________________________________________________ Subject: Rocket City Roller Rink Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2002 17:18:48 -0600 From: "Blaise, Donald" <DBlaise@ciber.com> When Barbara Knott mentioned "Carters" in the latest edition of the LHS Traveller it brought back ancient memories of its predecessor, The Rocket City Roller Rink. Rocket City has a special place in my early memories because it was the place where I learned how to kiss a girl properly. I don't remember the exact year but it must have been around 57' or 58'. There were a group of us who began going when we were students at Lincoln elementary. We rarely ever missed a Friday or Saturday night. Our group consisted of my brothers Ron and Doug and several other guys from our neighborhood. In the beginning our primary function was to skate as fast as we could without getting thrown off the floor by the older guy with the whistle. This was back when the skating floor and the wheels on your skates were both made of wood. The rink had a metal rail all around the skating area with wooden bench seats behind it. The seating area in the back of the rink was fairly dark. As time went on the girls we used to terrorize when we were in elementary school began to take on an attraction that was quite different by the time Jr. High rolled around. We actually began to do things that were unthinkable just a few short years before..couple skate. It was about that time I caught the attention of a girl I went to school with who shall remain unnamed for reasons of decorum. She was a year ahead in school and older than me, so right away I came under the spell of an "Older Woman", every teenage boys wildest dream. We began to meet at Rocket City and skate together on a regular basis and one night, in those darker seats I got my first real kiss. As a beginner she could tell I was very inexperienced and decided she would teach me how to kiss properly. I must admit she was one heck of a good teacher and I was a very attentive pupil. I remember her girlfriends used to watch and giggle at lot. She and that roller rink will always have a very special place in my memories of growing up in the Rocket City. I lost touch with my teacher after she went to Butler High School but I will never forget her. Don Blaise Class of 64' (Editor's Note: I remembe the name, but can't remember the location. Can anyone add to the stories of Rocket City Rink?) __________________________________________________ Subject: Fair Memories Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 12:34:07 -0400 From: "Smoak, Julius B." <Julius.Smoak@sba.gov> I am surprised that no one mentioned corn dogs, one of my favorite fair foods. They don't taste the same at the fair today or purchased at the grocery store. I always waited for the fair to come partially to be able to buy a corn dog. I thought it was food for the gods in those days and nights. The fair was always more fun at night with the lights and noise. The calliope music certainly added to the flavor of the fair. Remember the Wild Maus? The roller coaster type ride that gave you the impression that it was going to run off the track and fall 20 feet to the ground, maiming or killing the occupants of the car, and then jerked you 90 degrees to one side or the other. My brother Chuck, a neighbor lady, and the music minister from church rode it together the first time the first year that this ride made an appearance at the fair. They kept Chuck pushed down into the nose of the car. He did not get the full effect of the ride. When they got off, Chuck was ready to go again, but the lady was as pale as a ghost and the music minister was fighting to keep from losing his cookies. Chuck would have been in the class of 67 if we had not moved. I also remember the worst mistake that I ever made involved the boxy airplanes on chains that swung outwards by centrifugal force. I rode them once with a 90 pound kid. My mistake was letting him on the outside. He became the heaviest 90 pound kid I have ever known. All those that were intimidated by the bullet will think that I am strange. That is one of the rides that I looked forward to every year. I usually rode it several times. Even the manure in the stock barns smelled good and are a fond memory of the fair. One year in junior high school I happened meet several of my female class mates at the fair. I was duly puffed up with pride from all the attention that I got since other male class mates who were supposed to be there did not show up at the appointed time. Needles to say that my bankroll quickly disappeared in efforts to win prizes, which I knew was highly unlikely. When my bankroll disappeared, so did my popularity. However, it is still a fond memory - my 15 minutes in the spotlight so to speak. Chip Smoak Class of '66 ______________________________________________ |
Lee High School JROTC Program Explained (Editor's Note: I recently contacted the commander of the Junior Reserve Officers' Training Corps program at Lee and explained that we did not have that program there when we were students and asked him to please supply us with a little information. This is what I received.) The Lee High School JROTC program has 43 cadets currently enrolled. We learn numerous things, some relating to military topics and some which help us become better U.S. citizens. The program has the following extracurricular activities; color guard, drill team, and rifle team. Additionally , we plan to start a military skills team next year. We have two future focuses; one, to continue growing and building up our JROTC program and two, to motivate young people to become better citizens. Our instructor cadre is made up of two retired military; Col. (R) Julius M. Young Senior Army Instructor, and SFC (R) Dwight R. Speight as Army Instructor. I am currently the Cadet Battalion Commander and your point of contact for any future requirements. Thank you for your intrest, (C) LTC Theophilus G. Goins Jr. I made a follow up query to Col. Julius Joe Young, who is the officer really in charge of the prorgam (as opposed to LTC Goins who is the cadet commander) and explained a little more about our group, including information that we have among us several military veterans and asked if he might be interested in some of us going to talk to the group about our own service days. He answered: "Your offer, and that of possible other veterans, would be "VERY MUCH" welcomed. Personal stories of action and experiences would bring to life the "dull" history which our cadets will study. If you could talk to your peers and determine who could spare some time and what vintage their stories would cover would be of great assistance. As I teach the book history, I would like to add some personal stories. Thank you for the offer." So, if any of you are interested in giving a few hours some day to go over to Lee and talk to the cadets about your own military experiences, please e-mail me and I will send a list to Col. Young. I am going to volunteer myself and so I will be able to tell you more after I get a date, but this is a chance again to let them know who we are, and where we came from. ____________________________________ |
Guess the year for this Phone Directory. _____________________________________ |
Okay, round two for the guys!!!! Who are they? ______________________________________ |
Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly, Class of '64 writes, "About the picture: unless I'm really getting senile, from left to right: Lavon Cantrell, Gale Thompson, Helen Gates, and Sallye Black." ________________________________________________________ |
The Tale of A Tie by Tommy Towery Class of '64 Sue accuses me of keeping everything, but that is not true. Now it is true that I still have this tie (which carbon-dates back to 1961, making it 41 years old), but man it was an important tie! I think this is one I inherited from Don, and this is the one that I wore to most of the dances and proms at Lee. Any of you other guys remember having a neato black tie like this? It was kinda double-knit before we knew what double knit was, and it wasn't a clip-on. You girls couldn't appreciate what it took to learn how to tie a tie. I liked to have never learned how to tie a tie. I didn't have a father at home and Don had gone into the Navy without ever teaching me and we wore neckerchiefs in the Boy Scouts and they didn't have to be tied, just held together with a slide. I remember going on a double date with Bob Walker one night and I showed up at his house and when he got into the car I gave him the tie. I told him that I was driving so he'd have to tie it for me. It was then that I found out that Bob couldn't tie a tie either, and we had to turn around and go back to his house and get his dad to tie it around my neck. I think we were on our way to the Junior Prom that night. I have another tale of a tie for later, but I was wondering if any other of my Classmates has a tie story to share? ________________________________________ |
Four guys are driving cross-country together. One is from Idaho, one from Nebraska, one from Huntsville, Alabama, and the last one is a Yankee from New York. A bit down the road the man from Idaho starts to pull potatoes from his bag and throws them out the window. The man from Nebraska turns to him and asks, "What the heck are you doing?" The man from Idaho says, "Man, we have so many of these darned things in Idaho they're laying around on the ground; I'm sick and tired of looking at them!" A few miles down the road, the man from Nebraska begins pulling husks off corn from his bag and throwing them out the window. The man from Idaho asks, "Why are you doing that?" The Nebraskan replies, "Man, we have so many of these darned things in Nebraska, I'm sick of looking at them!" Inspired by the others, the man from Huntsville opens the car door and pushes the Yankee out. _______________________________________ |
