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
Remember, remember, the 5th of November... just a little something that I started celebrating after living in England for four years. It's a British thing that never caught on in the states like The Beatles and Monty Python. Anyone have a clue?
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
This was one of my high school graduation presents that I rescued from the Goodwill box last weekend. I was going to finally get rid of it then thought I might give it one more purpose in life and use it as a Mystery Photo. There was a name given to this type of thing, can you recall it? I have a very funny story I will share with you next week about this particular item.
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From Our
Mailbox
Dianne Hughey Mcclure, Class of '64 - I have a little cedar chest like the one in the picture. I think some were given as graduation gifts to our class from one of the furniture stores in Huntsville maybe Hale Brothers or Sterchis but the one I have was a graduation gift to my daughter when she graduated Lee in 1983. She also received it from a furniture store in downtown Huntsville. I keep my Mom's and my Mamabells,my grandmother, brooches in it. Some of them are very old and since both mama and mamabell are deceased they mean a lot to me.It is a special box for special things. All three of my daughters graduated form Lee but Kristy is the only one that got the box. Dianne
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Cecilia, Class Year Other - The cedar chest was a graduation gift from Lane Furniture. It was to try to get us girls to buy a cedar hope chest from them and maybe our furniture when we grew up and had a house etc...
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Don at the 2005 reunion.
A visit with Don
Tommy Towery
Class of ‘64
Thursday morning I got an unexpected phone call while I was at work. Don Stroud, Class of ’65, was in Memphis visiting his daughter and called me. I invited him out to lunch with me at the university and we spent several hours catching up on old times and filling in a lot of gaps in our lives between our days at Lee and the present time. One of the odd things about this stage of all of our lives is that we seem to take better advantage of the opportunities to get to know people better than when we walked the halls of Lee together.
Don and I were not friends in high school, but like most of us, did know of each other. We did not run around together and probably never sat in the lunch room together and shared a meal. That was not the case Thursday as Don and I ate turkey and dressing and sat and learned more of each other’s lives.
I was not aware that Don went into the Air Force or even that he graduated from Auburn. I was not aware that he had spent a career in the medical management world. I did know that he liked boats and that he was retired because John Drummond had sent me some photos of a visit with Don at Guntersville.
We ate and then took a walk around the university and way too soon the visit was over. Looking back at this short time I spent with Don, I find several things odd. The first thing was that we spent more time together one-on-one that day than we probably ever did at Lee. The next thing was that we had so much in common that I never knew until that visit.
The oddest thing was one of the topics we discussed. We talked about retirement. We talked about retirement in the same way that in school people talked about what they were going to do after graduation. In this case, Don was the Senior and I was the Junior in a role-reversal of our Lee days. Don has already retired and I am working my way toward it. In that light, it was kind of like school days for me. In the same way that life held the mysteries of what to do when I graduated, the same mysteries of what to do when I retire are on my mind. I had plans in 1964, and I have plans in 2006. Just as my 1964 plans were only plans, so are my retirement ideas. I know what I want to do, but don’t know that when the time comes I’ll really do it. It makes me smile to see myself in that role again – the role where the whole world awaits me, and it is up to me to make myself a place in it. What a great feeling about the event of retirement, just like the feeling of the great event of graduation.
Don doesn’t want me to give up editing Lee’s Traveller when I retire. He says too many people are dependant upon it, including his mother! So for her sake I guess I’ll have to do this for the rest of my life too.
I warned Don that I was looking for a story in our visit. I guess I should have told him that before he told me about the plans he and his wife Mary have made. This makes a great story. They are currently having a boat built for their retirement home. He says he won’t have to worry about cutting grass when he is living on a boat on a lake. What a great idea. I hate cutting grass myself.
This is not just some common boat, they are having it custom built. If you want to see the progress of the building, the boat builders have a web site that they update with photos of the progress of the boat. His boat is number 1194.
Now if I can just get an invitation for a week or two for Sue and I to visit on the boat when it is finished, that would be something fun to do in my retirement.
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Another Classmate
Loses Parent
(Sent to us from The Huntsville Times)
Ruth Weber
April 25, 1911 Oct. 24, 2006
Ruth C. Weber, 95, of Huntsville died Tuesday in her home, following an extended struggle with Alzheimer's disease. She was born in Chilhowie, Virg., on April 25, 1911, and taught English, French, and Latin after receiving a bachelor of arts degree from the University of Richmond. She was married to Matthew Weber Jr. in 1939. The family moved to Huntsville from Niagara Falls, N.Y. in 1951. Over the next 50 years, Mrs. Weber was active in community service, including the Huntsville Symphony Orchestra Guild, the Red Cross, Burritt Museum, various school PTAs, and as a member and elder of the First Presbyterian Church. She was preceded in death by her husband. She is survived by her children, Blanchard Weber of Pleasant View, Colo., and Elsie (Weber) Peterson, Class of '65, and Chuck Weber of Huntsville; and six grandchildren. A memorial service will be held at 1 p.m. Monday at the First Presbyterian Church. There will be family visitation at the church immediately after the service. Mrs. Weber will be buried beside her husband at Wildwood Cemetery in Salamanca, N.Y. In lieu of flowers, memorial gifts may be made to the Ruth Cole Weber Scholarship Fund of the Huntsville Symphony Orchestra Guild. Memorials may also be made to the Alzheimer's Association, 225 North Michigan Ave., Suite 1700, Chicago, IL 60601.
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Subject:Website
LaWanda Brasher Broadus
Class of '66
I enjoy this website so very much. It takes me back so many years ago. I had tried to find out when the reunion was going to be some time ago and then had not been on the site for a while and missed the October reunion. I have not been to a reunion since the 20-year reunion so I was sad to see that I had missed it. Maybe next time!
From: Talladega, Alabama
Email: lrbroadus@coosahs.net
Year of Graduation: 1966
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Subject:Civil War Book
John Scales
Class of '66
Thanks for the free publicity on the book! BTW, as you might surmise, I am already a member of the Civil War Preservation Trust.
