Weekend
October 3-4-5, 2003

The next reunion for the Classes of '64-'65-'66 won't be held until 2005 and it will only be those classes who get to attend it.  Lee's Traveller has readers from many other classes who like to have fun too, so why not take the opportunity of using the upcoming Lee High School homecoming game as a chance to visit and enjoy your classmates until reunion time gets here. This is your high school's homecoming and is a homecoming for all classes.  We are not sure if the school has any Homecoming events planned for the alumni and would have to think that they do not, but several of our classmates are in the process of making this more like a mini-reunion. It will be "THE EVENT" of the year for alumni.  If this project gets a lot of response, then perhaps we can make it an annual event. Let's be the start of putting "Coming Home" back into the Homecoming Football Game weekend. We're currently working on an aggressive schedule of fun things to do and will give more details as they are worked out. We need some volunteers in the Huntsville area to work with Niles Prestage, Class of '65, and others in making this event happen.  As of presstime, we are working on a schedule that will include at least the following events.

Friday night, October 3, 7:00pm - Lee High School homecoming football game (details later)

Saturday morning, October 4, 8:00am - Breakfast at Mullins.

Saturday day sometime, October 4 - Golf match Team/Best Ball/Scramble (details later)

Saturday evening, October 4 - Lee's Traveller First Homecoming Dance at Niles' place with a full program of food, music, fun and games (details later, but plan on a $10 per person cost)

Sunday morning October 5 - Perhaps another get together for breakfast at Shoney's or somewhere (details later).

This event is not just going to a football game. We are speading out the activites to give everyone an opportunity to enjoy something. There will be plenty of time for visitation and photo ops and memories. Details will be given as they become more defined. Please e-mail us if you are willing to work on a Homecoming Committee for the readers of Lee's Traveller.  We need chicken wire and Klenex for the floats (well...maybe not this year but think big).
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Give A Book To Lee in 2003

Remember readers, we are trying to collect money to present a check to the Lee library sometime during the homecoming event. (See story by clicking here)
Please make out your check to Lee High School, in the memo section at the bottom write Lee Library Donation, and mail it to:

Joy Morris
Athens State University 
300 North Beaty Street 
Athens, Alabama 35611

We'll total all the checks and make one presentation and thanks for your support in giving something back.
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Staff Writers :
        Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly , Joy Rubins Morris, Cherri Polly Massey,
        Paula Spencer Kephart, Rainer Klauss, Bobby Cochran, Collins (CE) Wynn,
        Eddie Sykes
Staff Photographers:  Fred & Lynn Sanders
Contributers: The Members of Lee High School Classes of 64-65-66
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        Paula Spencer Kephart, Rainer Klauss, Bobby Cochran, Collins (CE) Wynn,
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Staff Photographers:  Fred & Lynn Sanders
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We're well underway on a fun schedule for Homecoming 2003 and you need to check back each week to watch how things are developing.

Sue and I are off to St. Louis this weekend and to have fun and pay a visit to Bob Cochran while there.

For those of us involved in the education world still, things will be a little hectic for the next few weeks.  I don't know about you, but I have made a pledge to myself that I will not go into WalMart again until at least two weeks after school starts.

We need more fun stories to share with your classmates, send them in.

T. Tommy
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Last Week's Mystery Building

Johnny Sharp
Class of '64

This week's "mystery building" is the Dallas Street Armory.  I remember my dad taking us there to see wrestling (rasslin') matches long before WWF!  I remember seeing such wrestlers as Jackie Fargo, Tojo Yamamoto, Herb Welch, etc. there. (If my memory serves me correctly; maybe, maybe not! Ha! Ha!)
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Mike Griffith
Class of '66

Tommy, since you requested the "official name" my answer may not be technically correct, but we always just called it "The National Guard Armory." The Wednesday night events were "rasslin'" ... and living in the northern suburbs of Atlanta for 26 years I have come in contact with many of the "stars" from Ted Turner's cable TV version (prior to playing high school
football, my son was coached in the 6&7th grades by a former Texas Longhorn football player, that the kids called Coach Runnels, but was better known as
"The American Dream, Dusty Rhodes").
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Skip Cook
Class of '64

My Monday mornings start with cleaning out junk e-mail from the computer and reading the LHS Newsletter.  I haven't seen a building that I could even
guess at naming until today.  It has to be the National Guard Armory.  I think that Wednesday was the local circuit night for wrestling, or "wraslin'´as my dad used to say.   We got to go occassionaly for some male
bonding.  In my opinion, professional wrestlers in the '60's had better names and stories  than today.  Example:  Dr. Timothy Geohagan (sp?) a psychiatrist that had perfected a sleeper hold; the space themed Monroe brothers -  Rocket and Sputnik; and the ever popular tag team of Len Rossi and Tex Riley.

The last time I was in that building was at a great party the night we graduated in 1964.
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Don Blaise
Class of '64

Dallas Street Armory. Went to a few good parties there.
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Jimmy Preston

Dallas Street Armory?
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Escoe German Beatty
Class of '65

The photo is of the Dallas Street Armory.  I'm not sure of all the activities you are asking about but I do seem to remember that the Class of '64 had a dance there after your graduation.  I remember because later that
evening about seven of us "girls" piled into Pam Parsleys sisters car and headed down to Panama City. Judy Adairs mother and her little brother also
were with us and we had rented one of those car top carriers that looked like a Big Mac to hold the luggage.  We made it as far as Birmingham and had car trouble -duh- and had to wait till they opened to get it fixed.  We barely made it finally but that is just the beginning of the story.

The armory has recently been included as part of the campus for our new multi-million dollar Childrens Advocacy Center. They did some modification to the front to "soften" the perfectly good architectural features of the facade but at least they didn't demo it.
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Tommy Towery
Class of '64

When I lived on East Clinton, my grandmother and I used to go every Thursday night. We would walk there since she did not drive and there was no bus that could get us there. She was 54 at the time and I was 11. She's get so riled up when Tojo put salt in his opponent's eyes, the salt that he used in his official looking (to a boy from Alabama) Japaneese opening ceremony. I think she hated the Fargo boys.  Her and my favorite of all times was "Irish" Mike Clancy. I have good memories of those nights with her. Somewhere I still have an autograph book with many of their names in it, and some publicity photos.
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Randy Goodpasture
Class of '66

This is the Dallas Street Armory.  It was old when I was young.  My mother would take me to Wrestling ("Raslin") there on Wednesday nights when I was
a kid.  We lived on 4th Street (now Dement) one block north of Goldsmith-Schiffman Field and would walk there and back.  Saturday activities I'm not real sure of but after all it was an Armory so I guess maybe the military type things were going on. My Father's business (Huntsville Body Shop) was located about a half block away on Howe Street.
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The real name of the building, according the 1955 Huntsville Alabama Sesquicentennial Commemorative Album is the Ft. Raymond Jones Armory.

We were not sure whether the events we was asking about took place on Wednesday nights or Thursdays and even though we misled you, most of you knew what we were talking about.  At first we thought Wednesday, then remembered that many churches had Wednesday night services, so we got to thinking it was Thursday. In a request to the Huntsville Library Thomas Hutchens writes, "According to a May 1957 issue of the Huntsville Times, the wrestling matches took place every Thursday night (8:30 PM) at the National Guard Armory.  The tickets for the wrestling matches were sold at the Grand Newsstand.  In the articles, the admission price was not given."
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What I Wrote In My Book
About The Last Dance I Attended
At The Armory
by Tommy Towery
Class of '64

June 2, 1964 - Almost as quickly as it had started, the ceremony was over.  Except for Bob, the seniors had graduated.  He would have to wait until the end of summer school, thanks to English literature.  He did not begrudge those who had participated in the ceremony that night, and he joined them at the senior party at the national guard armory.  The party was designed to keep the graduates off the streets and out of trouble.  Its lack of impression on me can be noted by the lack of the band's name, an element recorded about every other dance I had attended during the period I kept the journal.
         The plan worked for a while and the new graduates did stay off the streets.  It was a strange dance however.  It was a night of mixed emotions.  We were happy to have graduated, yet sad that it was over.  Most of the participants were too keenly aware of what the night signified.  It meant a change in their lives.  That group, the group who had been together for so many years, was a group no longer.  They had worked their way through the grades at Lee.  They had watched and helped the school change from a junior high to a full-fledged senior high. There was no common bond now, except that they were all members of the first graduation class of Lee High School, and that could not hold them together.
         The next day they would start spreading to the winds, never again to share the same environment which they had shared for so long.  It would be ten years before they gathered as a group again.  They would bring their wives and husbands and show pictures of their kids and homes.  There were more tears of pain than of joy that graduation night.  Their day had finally arrived.  It was a day that would break up the group.  It was the day that would change their lives forever.  It was not a year off or a month or a day.  It had arrived, and now it was behind them.
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The book mentioned above is "A Million Tomorrows... Memories of the Class of '64" and is available from the Souvenir Shop by clicking the link at the top of the page.
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Using My
"Jane Riddle Parks" Typing Skills And
Other Ways To Make A Living
By Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly
Class of '64

During my high school years, I held four jobs that I really enjoyed. The first was wrapping gifts at Dunnavant's Department Store. I believe I was 15 years old because I remember going to the Superintendent of Education's office to obtain a permit to work after school. I was hired for the Christmas season and was paid $1.00 per hour, if memory serves. I would have worked for nothing, I was so excited to finally have a job! It was great fun just to be in downtown Huntsville during the Christmas rush with all the windows decked out, bells ringing, Christmas music playing everywhere, and everyone bustling about in search of the "perfect" gift. There were two older ladies who were the regular employees, and they taught me to wrap a package in under 90 seconds, which was essential because we often had customers lined up from the back of the store to the front door! I still love to wrap presents and have only good memories of my first job.

My second job was working for radiologists as a medical stenographer. The group was called Camp, Bryson, and Young. There was also a fourth radiologist, Dr. Vaughn. Dr. Bryson was Gene Bryson's (Class of '64) father, and he was an absolutely wonderful employer. He reminded me very much of Gene, personality-wise. I had heard that the doctors needed someone to answer the phone during the summer, so I applied for the job. I was interviewed by Doctor Camp, who was a very stern and imposing figure. He asked if I could spell well, and I replied that I could. After determining that I could also type, he handed me a booklet which contained 5,000 medical terms and said, "Learn to spell these words, and come back in a month. We'll hire you as a medical stenographer." This was a bit overpowering since I had no idea what a medical stenographer did. However, being of sound LHS stock with a strong dose of "Jane Riddle Parks typewriting skills" under my belt, I quickly figured out that I'd probably be typing medical reports!

When I returned to the office, booklet in hand and eager to begin, Dr. Camp took me to a small room which was only large enough to contain a desk, a chair, an electric typewriter, and a Dictaphone. Uh-oh! I had never typed on an electric typewriter at this point and had most certainly never seen a Dictaphone. He handed me a "belt" containing dictated medical reports and told me to "transcribe" them. He said if I did a good job after a two-day trial, I'd have the job at $1.50 per hour. If I didn't do a good job, then we'd part ways, to put it kindly. I had no idea how to insert the belt into the machine, nor how to work the foot pedal which allowed you to forward or reverse the belt. As I sat there, almost in tears, trying to get the darn machine to play, one of the x-ray techs took pity on me and showed me the ropes. At the end of two days, I was kept on, with pay, I might add.

There was another x-ray tech named Martha, who loved to play practical jokes on me. One day she asked if I'd like a milkshake and showed me their "milkshake machine." That was my first experience with barium, which was used for upper and lower gastrointestinal x-rays. It was a very chalky, disgusting-tasting substance, even with the supposed disguise of strawberry flavoring, and it didn't take much of it for me to figure out that I'd been had. Martha was really cool and drove a little car called a "Sunbeam," which had a convertible top. She took me for a ride one day during our lunch break and introduced me to Meatball Hoagies at Pasquale's on Governor's Drive (or maybe it was still Fifth Avenue). They also served the world's best blueberry pie. I learned a lot while working at this job, including how to process x-rays in a darkroom. Occasionally I helped to set up cancer patients for radiation treatments.

One of my fondest memories was the day I had to call Dr. Bryson on the phone because I'd already spent 10 minutes searching my handy little book for a word that he had dictated. I read the sentence aloud, but he couldn't remember the word I was trying hard to pronounce to him. He finally told me to just put my earphone up to the receiver and hit the foot pedal, which I did. He started laughing, and it was at least three minutes before he calmed down enough to say, "Honey, that's just me burping, and the machine picked it up!" What a sweet man he was.

This was a very rewarding job in many ways. I'm not sure what the minimum wage was at that time, but I believe some of the D.O. (or D.E.?) students made 50 cents per hour. My $1.50 per hour was a small fortune to me. I left the job only because there was just too much work for me to handle after school resumed. Even though the doctors would send some of the belts to the hospital steno pool, I still ended up working pretty late some evenings. Four doctors saw a good number of patients during the course of an eight-hour day, and each patient meant a dictated report. During the summer, this was demanding, but possible. I just couldn't handle it all on a part-time basis, however. No matter how much they assured me that they didn't mind taking the excess to the steno pool, I felt as if I was not doing the job as well as I did during the summer months, and it bothered me every evening when I left for home. Type A personalities are like that, you know, and I was cursed or blessed, depending upon your outlook, with that letter of the alphabet.

The next job I had was similar in nature. I went to work for Dr. Charles Selah, who was a surgeon. He needed temporary help because he was opening a new office. This job had the potential of becoming more than temporary. Unfortunately, the typewriter was an IBM Executive with keys of varying sizes and a ridiculously-divided space bar. Since I had learned to space using the thumb of the hand with which I'd just finished a word, my spacing was all over the place! Even though years later I finally mastered this beast, it provided many moments of stress during those early days. My job, besides typing reports, was to sterilize the surgical instruments in the Autoclave, to keep the exam rooms prepared, and to ready the patients for exams. I sometimes assisted with exams and minor procedures, which consisted of handing Dr. Selah whatever he needed.

After a few months, when the new office was running smoothly, I was told that they no longer needed me. I think that was a polite way of saying, "The IBM Executive monster-machine has won!" I learned a lot during my limited run with Dr. Selah and left on good terms. I saw him a few times as a patient while Ed and I were students at Auburn and were home visiting. He would never let me pay him as long as we attended AU. In fact, I had a difficult time convincing him to bill my insurance company in later years when we were no longer struggling college students! He was not only an excellent surgeon, but also a kind and generous gentleman. I'll always remember his twinkling blue eyes, and that I never saw him upset at any time while I worked for him.

My last position was as a cashier at the newly-opened Scottie's Discount Store downtown. It was located diagonally across from Belk Hudson's, where my mother worked. One day during her lunch break she had gone into the store, and the manager told her that he was in desperate need of help. I interviewed and was told to report Saturday morning at 8:00 AM. When I arrived, I thought it was very strange to find a note addressed to me taped to the front door, which was propped slightly open with a brick. The manager, whose name I won't use here, said that he couldn't handle the pressure any longer, so he had just quit and left! He had placed the cash inside the register and had included the name and phone number of the district manager, Mr. Iggleton, who was located in another state, possibly Virginia or Georgia.  I know that it was a drive of several hours. I called him immediately, and he asked if I would be comfortable running things until he could get there, or whether I'd prefer to just close it up. Mind you, he knew this was my first day, and he was willing to give me a chance to hold it together, which earned my strongest allegiance from that moment on. I decided to give it a try. Mr. Iggleton was so nice and told me to just use my judgment if I couldn't find a price. He also told me that I should feel free to lock up any time I needed a break. My mother came over during her lunch break and ran the register long enough for me to eat a quick sandwich, which she'd brought from the Ritz Café, a couple of doors away.

Mr. Iggleton arrived late in the afternoon, and I really enjoyed working with him. We had the store to ourselves for several weeks while he interviewed applicants for the manager's position; therefore, I got to know him very well. I worked after school and all day Saturday. Needless to say, almost anything I did was fine with Mr. Iggleton, because of the circumstances under which we had met. This was good, because one day a lady came running in the front door like a bat out of hell and virtually shouted at me, "Do you have pretty feet?" I said, "Do I have what?" She replied, "Do you have pretty feet?" My reply probably sounded like I was trying to be a smart a--, because I had never heard of the product "Pretty Feet," which had just come on the market. I just replied, "Well, I think all feet are sort of ugly." She asked for the manager because I'd been impertinent, but he straightened her out, of course! I guess she just had an "ugly feet" emergency.

I met many interesting people while I worked at Scottie's. "Mr. Tums" had a propensity for eating Tums, as you might guess, and came in once a week to stock up. There was a young man who stole one package of Schick razor blades every Saturday! Betty, the other cashier, saw what looked like razor blades sticking out of his back pocket one day, but she wasn't certain enough to stop him as he left the store. From that point on, we would try to keep an eye on him when he came in. The store was usually packed with customers on Saturdays, and his pattern was to start down the aisle farthest from the razor blades at a leisurely pace, eventually stopping at the display of blades which hung on the wall on the opposite side of the store. Then he would exit quickly. We would count the blades while he was strolling down the first aisle, and then we'd count after he had left. We were always one short. He was the source of great consternation, especially for the manager, because this young man was supposedly mentally challenged. The truth of the matter was that he presented a mental challenge to us each week, and it was one which we never won! I left Scottie's only because I had graduated from LHS and was preparing to enter UAH.

I learned a lot from each of my jobs: how to quickly wrap a mean present; how to work under pressure; not to panic when faced with something new; that Pasquale's made the best Meatball Hoagies in the USA; that people are often smarter than you give them credit for being; and that the person who invented the Executive Typewriter had a definite sadistic streak! Most importantly, I learned that I could do just about anything I decided to do, and that if I didn't know how to do something, I could learn. These jobs were the foundation for my work ethic which stood me well during my later college days. There were other jobs, I'll admit, at which I did not put forth the same effort as in my first four, and, not surprisingly, I didn't enjoy them nearly as much. But one day I grew up, and my roots held out. It finally all came together in the understanding that if it's worth doing at all, it's worth doing to the best of your ability. I took away a lot more from each of those first four jobs than the salary I was paid. I believe  no, I hope  that each of those employers felt that I did my job well, and that I earned my pay.
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Monday Morning
Pop Quiz
submitted by Bob Cochran
Class of '64

The Lee High School Class of 1964 did something that NO other previous graduating class in Huntsville had ever done. What was it?
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This Week's Mystery Building

Last week we had an easy building, so this week we have one of the toughest challenges we've given you. Can you name this place?
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Weekend
October 3-4-5, 2003

The next reunion for the Classes of '64-'65-'66 won't be held until 2005 and it will only be those classes who get to attend it.  Lee's Traveller has readers from many other classes who like to have fun too, so why not take the opportunity of using the upcoming Lee High School homecoming game as a chance to visit and enjoy your classmates until reunion time gets here. This is your high school's homecoming and is a homecoming for all classes.  We are not sure if the school has any Homecoming events planned for the alumni and would have to think that they do not, but several of our classmates are in the process of making this more like a mini-reunion. It will be "THE EVENT" of the year for alumni.  If this project gets a lot of response, then perhaps we can make it an annual event. Let's be the start of putting "Coming Home" back into the Homecoming Football Game weekend. We're currently working on an aggressive schedule of fun things to do and will give more details as they are worked out. We need some volunteers in the Huntsville area to work with Niles Prestage, Class of '65, and others in making this event happen.  As of presstime, we are working on a schedule that will include at least the following events.

Friday night, October 3, 7:00pm - Lee High School homecoming football game (details later)

Saturday morning, October 4, 8:00am - Breakfast at Mullins.

Saturday day sometime, October 4 - Golf match Team/Best Ball/Scramble (details later)

Saturday evening, October 4 - Lee's Traveller First Homecoming Dance at Niles' place with a full program of food, music, fun and games (details later, but plan on a $10 per person cost)

Sunday morning October 5 - Perhaps another get together for breakfast at Shoney's or somewhere (details later).

This event is not just going to a football game. We are speading out the activites to give everyone an opportunity to enjoy something. There will be plenty of time for visitation and photo ops and memories. Details will be given as they become more defined. Please e-mail us if you are willing to work on a Homecoming Committee for the readers of Lee's Traveller.  We need chicken wire and Klenex for the floats (well...maybe not this year but think big).
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Give A Book To Lee in 2003

Remember readers, we are trying to collect money to present a check to the Lee library sometime during the homecoming event. (See story by clicking here)
Please make out your check to Lee High School, in the memo section at the bottom write Lee Library Donation, and mail it to:

Joy Morris
Athens State University 
300 North Beaty Street 
Athens, Alabama 35611

We'll total all the checks and make one presentation and thanks for your support in giving something back.
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From Our Mailbox

Subject:         West Huntsville YMCA
Mike Griffith
Class of '66

I, like Craig, have memories of playing many Little League baseball games at the subject of last week's mystery picture, the "West Huntsville" YMCA (especially, against FOP). Being a younger member of the Lakewood team, I was relegated to play right-field, and I have never forgotten how the distance to right-field was very short and the distance to left-field was very long. Right-field was bordered by a tall chain-link fence that was next to the road. At the bottom of the fence were many indentions worn into the dirt/grass, where boys would sneak under the fence after hours, and many an in-the-park homerun occurred from a missed grounder that made it to the fence ... one of my biggest horrors whenever I was out there!

Thanks again for the site ... I read each week's edition!
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Comments        "In Response To Darwin Downs"
Escoe German Beatty
Class of '65

A few more names to add to Judy's list of the old neighborhood...Dee Dee Locke, Toni Ivey, Pam Goatley, Mike Cortwright, Mary Ann Bond, Wayne Berry, Neal Newman, Ben and Barbara Still...I'm sure there are others but what a great neighborhood that was!  I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I moved in there in 1959.  Daddy had hired J.R. and probably Jed to cut the grass and before I could look around twice there was Neal, Wayne and Miles who had come to help!  We had the best yard on the block...cut, trimmed and manicured...well, at least for a week or two.  The guys were just checking out the new neighbor and they sure got her attention!  Alas, the thrill of 12 year olds!!
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Subject:              Seem to have dropped off the mailing list!
Ed Paulette
Class of '64

I just returned from vacation and now it occurs to me that I haven't gotten any of the reminders you were regularly sending out when you updated the website.

I seem to have gotten the last one some time during the end of May.  Since that corresponded with my term finals, submission of my lab projects and a whole lot of patching of the servers and workstations due to good ole Microsoft, it didn't rise to the top until now.

My suspicion is that the Universities E-mail filter kicked in and bounced a few emails because your ISP got on the open-relay list or some such. 

On the other hand, I now have a number of "issues" that I can go back and catch up on  that's positive!

(Editor's Note: New editions of Lee's Traveller are available by at least Monday of each week. Even if you do change your e-mail address and don't get notifited, you can still come to http://www.leealumni.com to read the latest.)
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Subject:         Darwin Downs
Rainer Klauss
Class of '64

Thanks to Judy F Kincaid for her roll call of the teen-age denizens of Darwin Downs and surrounding areas. I'd like to add to her list---to briefly call these other people and old friends to mind. Ben and Barbara Still, Rick Edmonds, Mike and Leslie Vaughn, Jack Morris, Sylvia and Roger Becks, Deede Locke, Toni Ivey, Ingrid and Barbara Reilmann, Bill and JL Boone, Jim and Mike Storm, Neal Neumann, Sally Black, Don and Bob Alford, Janice Hanson, Alice Gullion, Bobby and Jimmy Pierce, Mary Ann Bond, Sandy Shipman, Susie (not Janice) Miller, Axel Hein, Gudrun Wagner, Gunter Klauss.

Quite a crowd!
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Eddie And The Cruisers Update

How does taking a winter holiday break while renewing friendships, having lots of fun, and partying at the carnival sound?  Carnival ?  Mardi Gras or a Carnival cruise ?   Well, they both sound like fun !  OK Generals, we will plan to do both !

The results from the pole indicates that the largest number would prefer to sail from New Orleans on a four day cruise.    Although the details are still being worked out, it looks like we will be sailing and returning from New Orleans during Mardi Gras on the Carnival Holiday.  The ship will set sail on Thursday and cruise down the mighty Mississippi for six to eight hours into the Gulf of Mexico and arrive on Saturday at Cozumel Mexico.  We will depart that evening after a full day in Cozumel and return back on Monday morning to the Mardi Gras in New Orleans. The French Quarters and Bourbon Street is just a short walk from the cruise terminal.

The date is not set.  But, we are hoping that it will be the sailing on February 19, 2004 and returning on the 23rd the day before Fat Tuesday.  We will send out more information once that the dates are confirmed, but it will be this itinerary and it will be during Mardi Gras.  The next update will have all the details and price.  (Hoping for between $300-400 per person. For more information go to www.carnival.com and select "Fun Ships" and Holiday.  Not to much hype now, but remember you can encourage your friends and relatives to come to.   They will be welcome to participate or not in our special events.    Pass the word and -- Get ready to PARTY !
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