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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, Rainer Klauss, Bobby     Cochran, Collins (CE) Wynn, Eddie Sykes, Don Wynn    
Advisory Members: Paula Spencer Kephart, Cherri Polly Massey
Staff Photographers:  Fred & Lynn Sanders
Contributers: The Members of Lee High School Classes of 64-65-66 and Others
In the February 4, 2002 issue of Lee's Traveller, I wrote an article about a member of our class who was an Angel in Waiting. Earlier that week I had received an e-mail about one of our classmates who was near death and I got the word that they had announced at church that she was given about a week to live and that they had started a prayer watch for her. That was the word that was passed to me, along with a request that I do not make it public but to keep it to myself.

I get those type of requests sometimes, and I try my best to honor them. That was why I did the Angle In Waiting article with no names. As a result of that approach, I heard from many of you who knew other Angels in Waiting. My mother was one, as was Linda Beale Walker's. There were others as well.

I do not think anyone would have expected our Angel classmate to make it two and a half years, but then we never know what a person is really capable of, until they are put to the test. Our Angel proved a lot of people wrong for a long time. She was strong and she was a friend and she will be missed.

T. Tommy
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Last Week's
Lee-Bay Item
This Week's
Lee-Bay Item
Judy Carol Adair Harbin
Class of '65
Dec. 14, 1947 - Oct. 19, 2004

Judy Carol Harbin died Tuesday in Huntsville. Mrs. Harbin, a native of Madison County, was a graduate of Lee High School and a member of Whitesburg Baptist Church. She is survived by her husband, Johnny Harbin; one daughter, Jill Harbin; her mother, Frances Adair; one brother, Jimmy Adair; and one sister, Sherry Thompson, all of Huntsville. Arrangements are being handled by Spry Funeral Home of Huntsville where the family will receive friends from 5:30 to 8:30 p.m. today. Funeral services will be at 3 p.m. Friday the chapel of Whitesburg Baptist Center, 7300 Whitesburg Drive with Dr. Jimmy Jackson officiating. Burial will be in Maple Hill Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, friends may donate to the American Cancer Society.

Published in The Huntsville Times on 10/21/2004.
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Subject:About Space City
Joan Baber McCutcheon
Class of '64

Snakes were definitely there, I use go fishing in the murk with my brother.  The moccasins would almost jump into the boat with you, or at the very least you had to fight them off with the paddle.  BIG fish however.

I heard that Disney was looking at that area for Disney World, but decided on Orlando.  Anyone know about this?
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Subject:Hello
Jerry Dorriety
Class of '70
 
I'd love to hear from people I went to school with.
 
E-mail:  jdorriety@cox.net
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Subject:Congratulations
Ginger D. Canfield
Class of' '72
 
Congratulations to Tommy on having his new book ranked as the #4 Best Seller on Shaver's Top Ten Books of Local and Regional Interest! He also was mentioned in Old Huntsville's "Heard on the Street".In my opinion, you KNOW you have arrived when your name appears in "Heard on the Street"!!! If you haven't read the book, you are missing a nostalgic walk through more innocent times of Penny Candy , Roller Rinks and Spin the Bottle.It is a great feeling to read his book and be transported back in time! Thanks Tommy!
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Subject:Who Needs a Hurricane??
Barbara Seely Cooper
Class of '64

It's always something, isn't it?  After coming through four hurricanes this year with virtually no damage whatsoever, my washing machine stepped in to fill the void by flooding part of our house.  Luckily we were home and able to keep the damage to a minimum but it was a real pain in the rear.  I'm proud to say our new washer and dryer will be delivered this Tuesday!
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Subject:Flora-Bama
Craig Bannecke
Class of '65

Thanks to Gary for the update on the Flora-Bama.  Looks like Ivan missed it ! Actually if anything Ivan may have added a few new boards.
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Subject:Lee High Classmate
Jerry L. Dorriety
Class of '70
jdorriety@cox.net

Hello,

I'm Jerry L. Dorriety, class of 1970. I stumbled across the Lee High Alumni Page quite by accident and have thoroughly enjoyed reading it. I'm curious, are there any other sites for alumni of later classes?

While researching some family history I googled my last name. On page 5 of the responses I ran across a line "standing with Jimmy and Jerry Dorriety at a hootenanny" and clicked away to see what it was about. There was a picture of the old YMCA behind the church where my dad, Dr. James O. Dorriety, was pastor. What a memory trip! I spent most of my childhood playing in that building! Held hands and kissed my first girlfriends there, skated there every afternoon, went to church there, sang there, got in lots of trouble there.

Thanks for the jolt! I needed that. I'll look forward to reading future issues.
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Subject: Math Quiz
Chip Smoak
Class of '66

For Barbara (Donnelly),

I imagine we all made the same mistake.  The numbers in addition to the thousands that we were adding were double digits that added to 100.  Our minds played a trick on us because we were predisposed to adding thousands and added an extra zero to the 100 to make it 1000 which we dutifully added to the 4000 to come up with a total of 5000 as was expected that we would do.  How did any of us ever pass math, much less geometry, trigonometry, and algebra?  Perhaps this problem was just to simple for us and we had to make more of it than it was.
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Subject: Nash Rambler
Chip Smoak
Class of '66

The picture is of a Nash Rambler.  (There was a famous) song about it by the Playmates.
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Subject:Golf Tournament 2005 Reunion
Lehman Williams
Class of '64

I vote for a Golf Tournament, a fast car driving tournament, and a Beer drinking Tournament. I think I would be favored to win all three. To bad Terry Preston won't be able to join us. Tell Brewer that I'll fly in early to practice with the band cause I'm gonna play on Saturday night.
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Subject: Help our Fami-Lee Member
Bobby Cochran
Class of '64

Tim Kephart, son of Dwight and Paula Spencer Kephart, is attending the Journalism School at the University of Missouri - without doubt the most prestigious Journalism School in the U.S.  The list of graduates of this School begins with Walter Cronkite and goes from there.  Tim's there on a SCHOLARSHIP - that's how good he is!

As one of his SCHOLASTIC activities, Tim has created a web site on the University of Missouri's TV station (KOMU) that he uses as a sports "prognosicator," picking the winners and losers in sports - right now he's actively involved with NCAA football.

The school is thinking of dropping his web site because of some reason, but would probably reconsider if he got enough activity and e-mail.

Would you please forward this message to "LEE NATION" and the FRIENDS of "Lee Nation," asking each and every one of our classmates and friends to send a message to the site Tim has provided, telling them to LET TIM ALONE!!!

Go to his site by clicking here.
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John Scales, Class of '66

It's a Metropolitan.  My father bought one in the interests of economy and I hated it.  He would smoke cigars in it with the top up (my mother wouldn't let him smoke at home) and the stench was terrible!  Both cigars and Metropolitan only lasted for a short while, thank God!
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Woody Beck

Tommy, I believe that is a Nash Metropolitan. A kid in Lakewood, Danny Prady, owned one.
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Marty Phillips, Class of '66

The Lee-Bay item is a Nash Metropolitan.
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Skip Cook, Class of '64

The car is a Nash Metropolitan.  Terry Lee's father Charlie had one but it was not a convertible.   The car had the black and white paint scheme, 3 on the column, and a 4 cylinder engine that would fit in a briefcase.  Terry, Craig Bannecke, and I spent many hours driving around Huntsville in that auto.  Terry driving, Craig at shotgun, and me in the back seat sitting sideways in the car.  My dad had a 1963 Falcon at the time.  The ignition key for the Falcon would work in the Metropolitan.  There is a Metropolitan that a local insect exterminator has restored and parks in front of his business in Tallahassee.  I smile everytime I see that little car.
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Hey, it's World Series time. Now there's not much doubt that you know what this item it. It is available on e-Bay right now. What would be more fun would be to ask all you Classmates where you remember playing one of these, and any other stories you might have about them. I know one of my favorite spots that featured one of these, and I would be willing to bet that some of you will mention it in your answers.
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To My Friends

Friend,
  When you are sad,
  ... I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the
  bastard who made you sad.

  When you are blue,
  ... I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

  When you smile,
  ... I'll know you finally got some.

  When you are scared,
  ... I will tease you about it every chance I get.

  When you are worried,
  ... I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse
  it could be and to quit whining.

  When you are confused,
  ... I will use little words to explain it to you, dumb ass.

  When you are sick,
  ... stay away from me until you're well again.
  I don't want what you've got.

  When you fall,
  ... I will try to keep from laughing.

  This is my oath, I pledge until the end.
  "Why," you ask?
  Because You're My Friend.

  And always remember:
  A friend will help you move.
  A really good friend will help you move a body!
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THINGS THAT IT TOOK ME
OVER 48 YEARS TO LEARN
by Dave Barry
submitted by Bob Walker
Class of '64

1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.

2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings."

3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."

4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.

5. You should not confuse your career with your life.

6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

7. Never lick a steak knife.

8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.

9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.

10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.

11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.

12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.

13. A person, who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)

14. Your friends love you anyway.

15. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.

FINAL Thought for the day:
Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.