Subject:Class of '66
Linda Collinsworth Provost
Class of '66
Above is a picture of several of us from the Class of '66. We vacationed together in Lake Tahoe and Reno this month to celebrate this year in which we all turn (gasp!) 60!! (l-r) Kathy Harris Jones, Susie Wohschlaeger Schlette, Linda Collinsworth Provost, Lynn Bozeman Van Pelt, and Darla Gentry Steinberg. We remain great friends and make spending time together a priority. Take care and keep up the good work....hope you enjoy your early retirement!
Linda Beal Walker
Class of '66
"Thanks for the memories." We get so caught up in the fast pace of today and we forget many of the things that were so much a part of our world when we were younger. I remember staying up late just to hear High Flight and I listened to it this morning with tears in my eyes.
(Editor's Note: (The "Rest of the Story" of High Flight collected from a web source) During the desperate days of the Battle of Britain, hundreds of Americans crossed the border into Canada to enlist with the Royal Canadian Air Force. Knowingly breaking the law, but with the tacit approval of the then still officially neutral United States Government, they volunteered to fight the Nazis.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr., was one such American. Born in Shanghai, China, in 1922 to an English mother and a Scotch-Irish-American father, Magee was 18 years old when he entered flight training. Within the year, he was sent to England and posted to the newly formed No 412 Fighter Squadron, RCAF, which was activated at Digby, England, on 30 June 1941. He was qualified on and flew the Supermarine Spitfire.
Flying fighter sweeps over France and air defense over England against the German Luftwaffe, he rose to the rank of Pilot Officer.
On 3 September 1941, Magee flew a high altitude (30,000 feet) test flight in a newer model of the Spitfire V. As he orbited and climbed upward, he was struck with the inspiration of a poem — "To touch the face of God."
Once back on the ground, he wrote a letter to his parents. In it he commented, "I am enclosing a verse I wrote the other day. It started at 30,000 feet, and was finished soon after I landed." On the back of the letter, he jotted down his poem, 'High Flight.'
Just three months later, on 11 December 1941 (and only three days after the US entered the war), Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr., was killed. The Spitfire V he was flying, VZ-H, collided with an Oxford Trainer from Cranwell Airfield flown by one Ernest Aubrey. The mid-air happened over the village of Roxholm which lies between RAF Cranwell and RAF Digby, in the county of Lincolnshire at about 400 feet AGL at 11:30. John was descending in the clouds. At the enquiry a farmer testified that he saw the Spitfire pilot struggle to push back the canopy. The pilot, he said, finally stood up to jump from the plane. John, however, was too close to the ground for his parachute to open. He died instantly. He was 19 years old.)
Subject:Test Patterns and Snake Stories
Class of '66
Hi to all of the Fami-Lee,
I mostly grew up in Shreveport, Louisiana until the middle of the ninth grade, i.e., January of 1963 when we moved to Huntsville because like so many of us a parent went to work in the space industry. I remember that the channels that were in Shreveport also used the test pattern to sign on in the mornings.
My then-wife and I were living in the small town of Charles Town, West Virginia in the '90s. One summer evening I was working in the garden in the back yard that my then-wife started every spring and then dropped, leaving me to tend to it, when she came back to there in a hurry to tell me about a snake that was crawling along under the eaves of the house on the second floor. The snake was trying to get to some bird eggs in a nest under the A/C window unit on the second floor. That was when I learned that snakes can go up sheer walls and hang from ceilings.
My then-wife asked me to get it down to keep it from getting the bird eggs. I had nothing that would reach that high except squirting water from the garden hose's squirt nozzle. I started hitting the snake with water and told her to go down to our neighbors who lived three doors down and ask them for their help. Both of them worked for the U. S. Fish and Wildlife Department.
As they came into the yard the wife said, "Don't hurt it."
I replied, "Hurt it? I can't reach it except with water from the hose." None of us could think of a way to get it down. I finally observed that all squirting water at it was doing was making it mad. As we all turned away I happened to see it drop to the ground. It scooted along the base of the house and into a hole that ventilated a crawl space under the house. My then-wife worried that it might get into the house but it never did.
I have more snake stories but I imagine that all of us do.
Carolyn Burgess Featheringill
Class of '65
Tommy--I always enjoy the Traveller; but, just when I thought it was safe, Rainer scares me out of going to the attic. It's his snake story, don't you know! Tell us that it's just Halloween; otherwise, how will I face getting our Christmas decorations down!!!
I need some help locating a fellow classmate that was once a fellow Lee student. As you know when Lee was first opened to us, Rison and Lincoln were combined together to form the first class of Lee. There was a classmate whose father was responsible for verifying my dad's residence prior to being killed in the Normandy invasion. This was necessary for me to qualify to get my tuition and my financial assistance in order to go to college under the "WAR ORPHANS ACT".
I would like to contact her if anyone knows how she can be contacted please give them my e-mail address. Her name is Judy Bragg, daughter of Tom Bragg that lived on Levert Street that runs perpendicular to Oakwood Avenue near the old Lincoln Mill, one street west of Stoffer's Store.
I am so thankful you have this WEB site. Thank you for all you do.