Lee High School - Huntsville Alabama Alumni

Here Are The Y2K Reunion Photos

Below is the link to the photo mentioned in Sarajane's article We had such good reactions to the photos of the 2005 reunion that I have gone back and posted 266 photos from the 2000 reunion on my Smugmug account. In this group you will see some photos of several of our classmates who passed away before the 2005 reunion, so be forewarned. Again, if you want to purchase prints feel free to do so, they are 25 cents each - none of the money comes to me. You can also see them full size and copy them to your own computer if you wish. For a PC user, just point your mouse to the photo, click the right mouse buttno, and select save picture as.

Click here to see the photos.

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A Special Place in my Heart

Sarajane Steigerwald Tarter

Class of '65

I just finished reading this week’s issue of Lee's Traveller, and the last article I read was CE’s. In his article he talked about role models, and he made a wonderful tribute to his own brothers. His comments made me think about which characteristics we value in people and whether we are sometimes so close to those people that we overlook those characteristics.

In my own family, I know that I enjoy our times together, but I don’t think about how each member contributes to that feeling. My sister, Cindy, is so devoted to family that she often puts her own wants and needs on the back burner. My brother, Tim, has one of the funniest senses of humor I’ve ever seen. He keeps us laughing at all his funny remarks and stories that are often real-life situations with one of us being the ‘star,’ and his take on it. My baby brother, Todd, is the kind of person who would truly give you the shirt off his back. He has the kindest heart, and he never wavers from his quest to make this world a better place.

I then clicked on the smugmug.com pictures of the 2000 reunion, and the first person I saw was Judy Adair Harbin. That made me think of all the wonderful characteristics she had and that I don’t think I ever told her how much she influenced my life. I’ll always remember a smiling face, kind words, and an upbeat spirit coming from Judy showing that she was truly beautiful from the inside out. Over the years she did so many things to help me; cutting my hair, finding clothes for me (including a reunion dress), and making one comment that truly changed my life.

During the summer of ’97 Judy A and I saw each other in Walmart, and I told her that I was getting ready to retire. She said, “Great, then you can be a substitute for us when we need someone to play Mahjongg. I had never heard of that game but being a game player, I said, “Sure.” From that one thoughtful comment I have met a group of women who are truly wonderful friends. Through that group of friends I have started going to a church that is as comfortable to me as an old shoe. I also taught Judy Scarborough, Becky Fricke, and Escoe German to play, and we play Mahjongg once a month with Pam Parsley. As you can see, that small stone of kindness that Judy gave to me had such an enormous ripple effect on my life.

So, Judy Adair Harbin, thanks, not only for the memories, but for being a person who will always hold a special place in my heart.

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Mumbly Peg

(From www.inquiry.net)

A Summer's day, a shady nook, a close-cropped green sod, two or three boys, and a jack-knife are the things necessary for a quiet game of Mumbly Peg [or mumbley peg, mumblety peg, mumble peg, mumble-the-peg, mumbypeg, or mumble de peg].

The first player takes the knife and goes through as much of the game as he can without a blunder. The second follows in turn, doing the same. The last one to perform all of the difficult feats is beaten, and must pull a peg, two inches long, from the ground with his teeth. The winner drives the peg with the knife-handle for a hammer, being allowed, by the rules of the game, three blows with his eyes open, and three with his eyes closed.

This usually drives the peg out of sight in the sod, and in that case the boys cry: "Root! Root!" as the defeated player, using only his teeth, literally roots, until, with a dirty face and a broad grin, he lifts his head, showing the peg between his teeth. From the penalty that the loser pays comes the name of Mumbly or Mumbelty-Peg.

For the whole story, click on the link below:

http://www.inquiry.net/outdoor/games/beard/mumbly_peg.htm

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Subject:Root The Peg

Jim Bannister

Class of '66

We never called the game "Mumbly Peg" it was always called "Root the Peg".

This came about due to the penalty that he loser had to pay. A small wooden peg about the size of a golf tee was driven into the ground using the knife handle one tap for each miss. At the end of the game the loser had to "Root" the peg out of the ground with his teeth. The knife had to be flipped off of each finger, thumb, wrist, elbow, shoulder, chin, nose, and forehead and each time had to stickup point first into the ground. If it didn't stick then it was a miss. There were other maneuvers with exotic names like "Pig Ears", Spank the Baby", and "Skin Old Baldy" that required quite a bit of skill with the blade.This game was one of the first real male bonding activities that a young boy engaged in (Young ladies just didn't do this sort of thing). Golf has replaced Mumbly Peg for most of us but the intent of the game has remained the same.

A little aside: It is hard for us to fathom young boys under ten years old playing with knives these days. When we were that age not a thought was given to boys having knives. My Grandfather gave me my first knife when I was seven years old. He also taught me how to whittle with it without cutting off my fingers.

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Subject:Maple Hill Cemetary

Martha Luna Maddox

I enjoy reading the Lee Traveller. You do an excellent job of editing it. I doubt that you know me. I attended Lee the first year it opened and then had to go to Huntsville High. My sister, Paulette Luna Wilbanks, graduated from Lee in 1967.

I read the article of someone wanting to know the burial place of Terry Preston. You said you didn't have a map of Maple Hill. They now have a map on their website. The address is: http://www.maplehillcemetery.com

You can do a search by name and it will show you where the person is buried. Just thought you might like this information.

(Editor's Note: Thanks also to Pat Stolz for responding to this request. I did a search on the above site and did find our exactly where Terry was buried. It appears to be an excellent resourse site.)

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Subject:Texans

Cherri Polly Massey

Class of '66

In response to Chip Smoak's comment about Texans being for ANY Texas team no matter who they are playing, I want to say that he is right for the most part. However, I root for Alabama when they play anyone except UT. Alabama has a special place in my heart since it is where most of my teen years were spent.

I certainly am not partial to Texas Tech because it is in Lubbock. After I visited there one time, I completely understood Mac Davis's song "Happiness is Lubbock, Texas in My Rearview Mirror".

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Subject:Paper Shack

Don Wynn

That was a good story about the paper shack. I think the name of the paper throwing family was Kemp. I don't know why that name comes to mind but I think it is right. They lived on Bide a Wee Drive just a few blocks from our house.

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