Est. March 31, 2000 38,882 Previous Hits May 5, 2003 Editor:Tommy Towery http://www.leealumni.com Class of 1964 Page Hits This Issue e-mail ttowery@memphis.edu Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly , Joy Rubins Morris, Cherri Polly Massey, Paula Spencer Kephart, Rainer Klauss, Bobby Cochran, Collins (CE) Wynn Staff Photographers: Fred & Lynn Sanders Contributers: The Members of Lee High School Classes of 64-65-66 |
Collins' Classic Collection of Crazy Classmate Capers By Collins (CE) Wynn Class of '64 Emergency Evacuation THE SETTING - How many went swimming in the indoor pool at the Downtown YMCA? My partners and I enjoyed ourselves there many times until an event one day caused us to lose our enthusiasm for the place. In fact, I don't think we ever returned. This little snippet is set to the music of 'Jaws'. THE STORY - We were all splashing about and gleefully trying to drown one another when a loud, insistent whistle sounded followed by a stern authoritarian voice ordering out of the pool immediately. It seems one of my colleagues had made a rather large and ugly personal deposit which was floating lazily in the deep end of the pool. Here I would like the record to show that, under oath, I pledge to all that it was not me. Although no one ever confessed to the crime, I have my suspicions based on some of my friend's past performances and their fairly obvious and crippling character flaws. ____________________________________ |
I was born and still live in Huntville. My husband, Terry Roberson was also born in Huntsville but he went to Butler. His brother was Steve Roberson and he was in the 1964 class at Lee High School. Our grandparents were good friends and so were our parents. We have been married 35 years and have one daughter and one son. Our daughter is Tracie Roberson Gentle and her husband is Bobby Gentle. Bobby's dad is Wayne Gentle which was in the 1965 class of Lee High School. Bobby and Tracie have two children, Robert 8yrs old and Bethany 4 yrs old. Our son, Kevin is in the Air Force and at the present time he is stationed at Langley Air Force Base in Virgina. He was overseas in Japan for 2 years. We have always loved Huntsville and I was just looking at the Big Spring Park yesterday and seeing how pretty it is in the spring and I am glad that we made our home here. Huntsville is a beautiful place during all of the seasons. Since 1978 we have rented a cabin on Monte Sano in October and the trees and the fall colors are as pretty as any that I have seen and we only have to drive about 15 mins to get there. We go to Mullins about once a month to eat and it is fun seeing people that we went to school with. We always see Jerry Brewer and we always find out where his band is playing and we try to go because it is so much fun dancing to all of the oldies but still the goodies. _________________________________________ |
Collins' Classic Collection of Crazy Classmate Capers By Collins (CE) Wynn Class of '64 Emergency Evacuation THE SETTING - How many went swimming in the indoor pool at the Downtown YMCA? My partners and I enjoyed ourselves there many times until an event one day caused us to lose our enthusiasm for the place. In fact, I don't think we ever returned. This little snippet is set to the music of 'Jaws'. THE STORY - We were all splashing about and gleefully trying to drown one another when a loud, insistent whistle sounded followed by a stern authoritarian voice ordering out of the pool immediately. It seems one of my colleagues had made a rather large and ugly personal deposit which was floating lazily in the deep end of the pool. Here I would like the record to show that, under oath, I pledge to all that it was not me. Although no one ever confessed to the crime, I have my suspicions based on some of my friend's past performances and their fairly obvious and crippling character flaws. ____________________________________ |
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Est. March 31, 2000 38,882 Previous Hits May 5, 2003 Editor:Tommy Towery http://www.leealumni.com Class of 1964 Page Hits This Issue e-mail ttowery@memphis.edu Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly , Joy Rubins Morris, Cherri Polly Massey, Paula Spencer Kephart, Rainer Klauss, Bobby Cochran, Collins (CE) Wynn Staff Photographers: Fred & Lynn Sanders Contributers: The Members of Lee High School Classes of 64-65-66 |
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How I Ended Up In Huntsville, Alabama by Andrea Gray Roberson Class of '66 |
May 17, 2003 Click on photo above if you might be interested in going. The following classmates have indicated that they would like to attend: Michael & Sue Griffith Sally Dawly Stroud Betty Jo Scholter Key Sharron Smith Beck Rainer and (maybe Gudrun) Klauss John Drummond Linda Collingsworth and Tom Provost Tommy and Sue Towery (if Cybersavers cooperates) _______________________________ |
From Our Mailbox Subject: Your Editorial Comment Don Blaise Class of 64' Tommy: Your comments on political correctness at Lee were right on, dead center. I get so sick of what is happening to our history and heritage in the name of so-called political correctness sometimes I want to vomit. Keep up the good work. By the way, I watched Bob Bertoldi while he was painting the General in the gym. He was the first one to do that. I am very pleased to see the support in our Lee WEB site for those of us who served in the past and those brave Americans who are serving now. May God bless them and I don't care if that's PC or not! Be cool man, hope to see you sometime soon. _______________________________________ |
It looks like the Cybersavers airfare is not going to come through for Sue and me to make it to Atlanta. I'm sure that the others will have a great time visiting and swapping stories. Speaking of swapping stories, my lead story this week is designed to start a series of memories on the part time jobs we had when we were students at Lee. Please feel free to send in your own thoughts. My staff has expressed a desire to let the rest of you know that everything that is sent in will not automatically be printed. Sometimes we have to use a little judgement to decide if some things are okay to use. Please don't take it personal, but some things that are funny to some of you might offend others. Those of you who have sent in the "How I Ended Up In _____" stories need to be patient. We're only printing one a week and we will print them all as soon as possible. We hope you all have a great week. T. Tommy _____________________________________ |
Put Your Pointer Over The Photo For Answers Last Week's Mystery Buildings Location: East Side Square in the early 1960s. The three Mystery Buildings were located on the East Side of the Square (I think all of the buildings are still there). They are (1) McClellans 5 and 10 (2) J C Penney (3) Elenor Shop. My sister and I bought lots of clothes at the Elenor Shop and also spent lots of our money at the 5 and 10. What great times these were when you could shop Downtown (some people said Uptown). Ha! Sometimes I wish everything could be like it was when Huntsville was small, but everyone is so busy these days and we forget to enjoy the small things that can be a life time of thoughts. Andrea Gray Roberson Class of '66 __________________________________ |
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My First Taste Of Work by Tommy Towery Class of '64 Several of you have mentioned the jobs you had while you were students at Lee. We have never really gone into the subject in detail, so I thought I might start the ball rolling. First of all, I have to admit that I never really worked while I was at Lee - at least not full time or for very long. I did try a couple of things, but they never really worked out. This week I will tell you the story about my "one night" job that I tried, but which didn't pan out. I think I was in the 10th grade at the time. The opportunity came one evening following a scout meeting when I was having an ice cream with my old scoutmaster Lucky Sandlin. We had stopped in at a place on Andrew Jackson Way that I want to remember as Tastee Freeze. This was across the street from the current Mullins' and down a little towards Five Points. If anyone else can clear this up, that would be a help. After working with small business for nine years, I know know that the francise faced many problems including they only had walk-in counter service, the building was not a stand-alone store with ample parking, and that only a few blocks away was one of the local favorite hangouts, Zesto, that had a similar fare of goods. Basically, business was not good. Anyway, we were sitting there and the manager knew Lucky and he asked him if he knew anyone that needed a job. The idea of working at an ice cream store sounded great to me, and although I had no work experience and no references save Lucky, I offered myself as a sacrifice to the work force. Perhaps the Normal Rockwellian idea of the soda jerk standing at the counter serving all the cute teenage girls played a part in this decision. The manager looked me over, and made me an offer to come try it one night, without pay I might add, and we would both see how it worked out. The next afternoon I showed up around 5pm, with my black pants and white shirt and hired on to work until 10pm. Now remember that I had never worked anywhere before, so this was very scary to me. Although I was to receive no pay, I could have whatever I wanted to eat. This turned out to be a bad idea for both me and for the owner! It was easy enough in the beginning, because there were very few customers. Perhaps that is why the business did not last very long at that site. I remember having to fill up the soft ice cream machine with the half gallon milk containers of magic liquid elixir that would turn into the while soft ice cream after spending a short while in the stainless steel contraption into which I poured it. I dished out all the toppings, and turned on the heat for the chocolate liquid that you dipped ice cream into to cover it with the hard chocolate shell. I learned the technique of swirling out the cones for the few customers that came in, and I learned how to make hot fudge sundaes and banana splits. All this was done under the watchful eye and with the assistance of the manager. Business was really slow and at 10pm when we locked the door, I learned the real work was cleaning all the instruments needed to bring in profits. The cleaning part was probably the reason that I elected not to stay, although having to stay until 11pm on a school night might have also been a factor. I spent almost an hour wiping down the stainless steel counters, getting up the sticky ice cream spots that dropped on the floor and putting away all the containers that held the toppings and nuts for the sweets which were sold. Needless to say, the white shirt I wore home that night was not as white as it was when I showed up for work. It looked like Walt Disney had thrown up on it. There were red stains from cherries and strawberries, brown stains from chocolate sauces, yellow pineapple stains, and white sticky spots from ice cream not so soft anymore after having sat on my shirt for the evening. My shoes were sticky as well. I have to admit that I do not remember if I was the one who decided that I did not need to work there, or if it was the manager. Even in my teenage brain it was obvious to me that he did not really need a full time worker because he did not have the business to support one. I think he found that it might be too much for one, but was too little for two, so we came to the mutual consent that I would not return to work the next day or ever again. In the end, it cost me a lot over the years to have worked at Tastee Freeze that one night. Before that night, I had never eaten a hot fudge sundae. They were always too expensive for me to spend my money on. Usually when I went to those places I would get a simple cone, or a chocolate sundae, but the hot fudge variety was always about 10 cents more. Having never tasted one, I did not know the difference was worth the price. But that night, I had my first taste of hot fudge. I also had a banana split, probably a pineapple sundae and a couple of dipped cones. I was like a kid in an ice cream store. Maybe the manager knew that I would eat up his profits and that was why I did not go back. The Tastee Freeze work experience never made its way to any of my future resumes, but the taste of hot fudge became a stable in my diet from that night onward. It remains so today, even though today it is "fat free hot fudge" and "fat free yogurt" upon which it is heaped. Thus is the saga of my "one night" job. Later I will relay the story of my "one week" job working at the concession stand at the Highway 72 Drive-in. The Traveller welcomes any job stories any of you classmates wish to share with us. ___________________________________ |
More Pre-Lee Mystery Photos Okay, so they say "Huntsville Jr. High, 1958-59." Still, many of you went to school with some of these folks at East Clinton and maybe other schools. I found this set in a box and since everyone did so good with the mystery photos from East Clinton, I thought I would offer these as a challenge. Yes, those are bandages under the left eye of #2. I do know that he was somewhat tough (maybe should have gone to Rison), but do not know the story of that. The I last heard was that he is a Huntsville fireman so maybe someone will find out for us. I do know the identity of some of them, but will admit that there is one that I am uncertain about. How about some help Classmates? _________________________________ |
Although it looks blah and plain, many of us enjoyed field trips to this place. Can you name this week's Mystery Building? |
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