Barbara Wilkerson Donnelly, Joy Rubins Morris, Rainer Klauss, Bobby Cochran, Collins (CE) Wynn, Eddie Sykes, Don Wynn, Paula Spencer Kephart, Cherri Polly Massey
Contributors: The Members of Lee High School Classes of 64-65-66 and Others
I'm off to White House this weekend. Well, not "the" White House but White House, Tennessee where Sue's younger daughter has moved. It's just a little north of Nashville in case you're wondering.
Please include your class year with your e-mails.
T. Tommy
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Last Week's
Mystery Photo
Current Open Topics
Do you have any memories of a special something that you were given, but may not still have? Send in any graduation present memories you would like to share with your classmates.
Do you have a story about the first big thing you bought with money earned from your first real job, either during or after Lee?
What did you do or do you have planned for your 60th Birthday?
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This Week's
Mystery Photo
From Our
Mailbox
Here's another hard one this week. What's the Mystery Photo and where would you find it? This could be tough for some of you. It is a 50's and 60's item.
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Darla Gentry Steinberg
Class of '66
Gets Featured in Atlanta Newspaper
I wanted to share an article from the AJC, Tuesday August 1st about one of our classmates from the Class of '66, Darla Gentry Steinberg.
Joyce Whitlock Reiling, Class of '66
Local poet sought to contribute to
'96 Olympic effort
Rick Badie – Staff Atlanta Journal Constitution
Tuesday, August 1, 2006
Mike Steinberg turned to his wife for inspiration when he had to introduce a speaker or motivate a sales staff. After all, Darla had a love for the written word, especially poetry. Shakespeare. Milton. Romantic poetry. She'd majored in English at the University of North Alabama. Mike, an executive with a business development firm, thought a poem penned by Darla would carry more weight than any joke he could muster. She could work in company facts, figures and goals. And if he had to introduce a guest, she could pen something biographical.
Guess what? It worked.
"Very few people, if any, in the audiences had ever listened to a verbal presentation in a poem format," Mike told me. "As a result, they were more apt to pay attention. The poems always addressed a specific person or mission, so they were very successful."
Darla has written poems to honor former Sen. Max Cleland, former boxer Roberto Duran and Evander Holyfield, the four-time heavyweight champion. The champ liked his so much he had it mounted in his Fairburn mansion. Mike, a big-time boxing fan, has seen it. He's been a guest at the champ's home.
"I did some research and found out that Holyfield called his mom 'Mother Dear,' " said Darla, a technology coordinator for Bethesda Elementary School.
"Those are the kinds of things I try to put into poems to make them more unique, to tell the story of that person."
One of Darla's favorite poems has yet to reach a broad audience. She wrote it in 1991, shortly after Atlanta was tapped as host city for the 1996 Summer Olympics. It was a grand moment for an insecure city, an ultimate validation of world-class status.
And for Darla, a Southern girl born and raised in Huntsville, Ala., it was seminal.
"I was really amazed," she said. "And proud."
She collected her thoughts on paper, in 10 verses. It took her a month to write "Dare to Dream." She had wanted the poem to be used, somehow, during the Games. She'd heard that Billy Payne, the former president and CEO of the Atlanta Committee for the Olympic Games, enjoyed poetry.
She mailed the poem to his Olympic office. "That would be my contribution," she said. She thinks the poem got lost amid the shuffle.
"That's understandable," she told me. "It was in the early planning stages."
Darla went on to enjoy the Games. She volunteered for various duties and was assigned to monitor a parking lot near Grady Hospital.
"I had to make sure the people who parked there had the proper credentials," she said, laughing. Today, she has memories and memorabilia to remind her of the Games. Because she plays tennis, Mike bought as many commemorative tennis pins as he could find, then had them boxed and framed.
Darla, a former flight attendant, also has a boxed set of Delta pins.
But the real prize hangs in the library of the Steinbergs' Lilburn home.
It's a framed copy of something Darla poured her heart and soul into: Her Olympic poem.
'Dare To Dream'
Sherman's torch marched through Atlanta
In Eighteen sixty-four,
The city lay in ruins
Left by these flames of war.
Atlanta's Spirit was unyielding ---
She would not accept defeat,
She refused to lie in ashes,
She bravely struggled to her feet.
As another torch was kindled
In faraway Athens, Greece ---
But this was a Torch of Friendship,
Brotherhood and Peace.
This Flame united nations
All around the Earth,
As they joined in celebration
Of the Olympic Games' rebirth.
For the past one hundred years,
Athletes shared a common Dream:
To be honored in their sport,
To make their country's team!
Athletes around the world
Have strived to reach their goal ---
"The Dream" has fueled the challenge
To their body, mind and soul!
Atlanta shares the Vision
Of the great Olympic teams ---
She's a phoenix from the ashes ---
She's a city built of Dreams.
As a tribute to her Spirit,
She was chosen as the place
To host the Ninety-six Olympics,
With her Southern charm and grace.
The world will come to honor
The Centennial of the Games,
As the athletes join in fellowship
Beneath the Torch's flames.
The Torch unites the nations
In an arena of fair play ---
And illuminates the Hope
Of Peace on Earth someday.
---1991 Darla Steinberg
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Rick Simmons, Class of ‘64 - This is a can of Log Cabin syrup.
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Chip Smoak, Class of ' 66 - I'm just guessing, but I believe that this week's mystery item is a Log Cabin Syrup tin. I had a deprived childhood I guess because I never had syrup out of one. Best regards to all of the Fami-Lee.
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Meri Susan Simms, Class of ‘65 - I believe it’s a Log Cabin syrup tin . . . . perhaps this is a hint that I should fix pancakes for breakfast!
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Linda Beal Walker, Class of '66 - This is a Log Cabin syrup container. They must be a collector's item for sure, because I have seen them in several kitchens. I really enjoy all the things you find for the mystery photo. They make me remember good times, although at the time, I didn't think they were all that great.
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Bob Walker, Class of '64 - Looks like an old Log Cabin syrup container but I don't remember what the note on the bottom of it was (probably, "don't read this when lid is open").
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Jeff Fussell, Class of '66 - I've never seen one quite like the one in last the photo, but the Log Cabin syrup tin was a fixture on our kitchen table until they quit making it sometime in the late fifties or thereabouts. Log Cabin Syrup tasted better back then. I suspect the reason for thinking so is ten percent nostalgia and ninety percent turning over the recipe to the corporations (Big Syrup?).
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Tony Campbell - It is a very old 'Log Cabin Syrup' container. Used in the late 40's and 50's and maybe other dates as well.
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John W. Turrentine, Class of '64 - The mystery photo is a Log Cabin Syrup can I believe. Also, thanks to CE Wynn (and his mother) for the article about the team. I forgot most of what I learned at LHS but who can forget Coach Godsey's August two-a-days! I think I still have dirt and mud caked in my teeth and ears.....
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Cecilia (Sis) Watson - The mystery item is a maple syrup container. My Granny Tanner had one almost like it. I love the memories all the stuff brings back.
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Subject:Carhops and Coin Changers
Meri Susan Simms
Class of ‘65
Regarding last week’s photo (coin changer worn by carhops). Does anyone know where the term “carhop” came from?
Well, back in the early part of the drive-in restaurants’ history, the “servers” only worked for tips . . . no salary at all . . . and the cars of that time had running boards. So, these eager beaver’s would literally run over to the cars as they were turning in and “hop” on the running boards to take the individual’s order. Thus the term “carhop” was born! Probably a useless piece of information to store in one’s brain, but it’s stored in mine nonetheless!!
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Subject:Birthday
Linda Beal Walker
Class of "66
My birthday was August 4th and one of the YOUNG (not even 20 yet) runners in our office e-mailed me a Happy Birthday message, and she titled it "It's My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To". Surprise. I didn't even know she knew the song. I drove home listening to the Golden Oldies radio station and enjoyed the 27 mile drive. They just don't make lyrics like that any more.
Have a good week and stay out of the HOOOOOOOOTTTTT weather. Be cool.
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Subject:Ex's
Lehman Williams
Class of 64
As I read the comments in the August 7th edition of the Traveller, I was greatly amused that someone was looking for their ex-husband. I never thought that I would ever look for my ex-wife, but here goes. If anyone knows where my ex-wife, ex-mother-in-law, ex-father-in-law and or my ex-wife's sweet sister is - BURIED - or what mental institution they have been committed too, please let me know so that I may send the appropriate cards and begin my celebration.
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Subject:Looking for Bernadette Miller
Ginger Martindale
gmrtndl@knology.net
Came across your website while googling the name Bernadette Miller in Huntsville. I am trying to help a friend of my mother's find a girl she knew growing up. This Bernadette was from Huntsville and visited grandparents in Minnesota in the summer. She had a brother (older?) named Paul and would be about 60 now. Can you confirm if this is the same girl from Lee High School and what year you show she graduated? Do you know what her name might be now?
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Senior Breakfast
We went to breakfast at a restaurant where the "seniors' special" was two eggs, bacon, hash browns
and toast for $1.99.
"Sounds good," my wife said."But I don't want the eggs."
Then I'll have to charge you $2.49 because you're ordering a la carte," the waitress warned her.
"You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?" My wife asked incredulously.
"YES!!"
"I'll take the special." "How do you want your eggs?"
"Raw and in the shell," my wife replied.
She took the two eggs home.
DON'T MESS WITH SENIORS - We've been around the block more than once.
