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Kathy
Allen
– “Where did all the wrinkles and gray hair come from?”
Charles
Allgood
– “carefree and good times”
Charles remembers Margaret Brown, “who
treated us as adults and instilled in me an appreciation of classic
literature.” “I
remember the bad hamburgers in the 10th grade and people
getting food poisoning and the time I was almost suspended right before
graduation.”
Mark
Anderson
– football, friends, Mr. Morgan, dances, Tater, more friends and fun.
David
Armistead
– “Friends and Football”
“We
went to high school at a time in history when man walked on the moon and
the country was divided over our involvement in an overseas conflict.
Yet we managed (or at least attempted) to go ‘up’ and
‘down’ the designated staircases, boys kept their shirttails tucked
in, and girls kept their dresses at the right length.
Looking back – that’s pretty amazing.”
Anne
Atkinson Peterson
– being in the band and working on the annual.
Toby
Barnes
– “Butterbean!”
Gay Blackburn Maloney
–
“Good Friends.”
“We
had a wonderful time … working on the yearbook, creating the floats,
cheering the various teams, starting a girls’ service club.”
Amy
Blackwell Ross
– “Fun!”
Melissa
Blankenship Reesor
– “missing everybody!”
Ann
Briscoe Jones
– remembers the freshman float, her below average conduct grade from
Mr. Winton, speed bumps behind the stadium, many miles logged in
Katherine McLaughlin’s green Carmen Ghia and surviving Buzz Hudson’s
pontoon boat.
Jimmy
Brothers
– remembers Ed McEvoy, Robert Henry and Jane Wooten and wishes, “He
had it all to do again.”
Barry
Brown
– “State Champion football team”
Laura
Cannon Barron
– French class trips to
New Orleans
,
State Championship Basketball Tournaments, the tree
flower collections and Jesus
Christ Superstar (and all the controversy in chorus.)
Judith
Cates Moore
– regrets not applying herself to science in high school because she
uses it everyday now.
Rickey
Cathcart
– gives his mother credit for him graduating from high school.
“I went so she could say
she had a son to graduate from high school.”
Rickey
Clay
– remembers Ms. Kirby telling Dan Hennessy and him to shut up at study
hall, which they did not do and got two licks at the office.
Returning to study hall, he commented that the teacher is a real
bitch if he’d ever seen one, and Howard Morris was behind him.
This gets him another trip to the office for 4 licks and an order
from Ray Warth to shut up and get along with teachers, even if they are
bitches.
Andy
Collier
– “Good Folks – long ago – far away.”
“I
remember getting off work (at Kroger’s) at 10pm on Wednesday nights,
then going home and spending an hour putting a spit-shine on my clack
shoes for ROTC Uniform Day on Thursday.
I mostly remember lots of mighty good people – students and
teachers. Those who had a
great impact on my future were Mr. Henry, Mrs. Hunter, Mrs. Blackwell,
Mrs. Harvey, Mrs. Smith, Miss Garrett, Col. Wood, Sgt Terry, Mr. Warth,
PE 1st period 9th grade, lining up for roll-call
in the gym. Despite the fact
that I told him several times that I went by ‘Andy,’ Coach Morris
always started roll call with his slow nasal pronunciation of
Anthony…..”
Andy
Corneil
– Mrs. Warren and how didn’t always use her crutch.
Mr. Henry’s class – “I
passed.”
Mary
Crider Allen
– “Friends, fun and yes, I even learned at lot.”
Great football games, pickling everything
in Mrs. Warren’s science class, loved all the dances, trying to go up
the down staircases.
Beverly
Crosswhite
– “Champions”
Mr. Foster’s tie being caught in the
fan, Mad Dog McEvoy, State 4A Football Champions our Senior year, Mr.
Henry’s Chemistry class, Mrs. Harvey’s and Mrs. Brown’s English
classes, the uproar in Concert Choir over performing ‘Jesus Christ
Superstar’, pep rallies being too loud (Click-Click), Jimmy Erwin’s
graduation speech, being called to Mr. Mac’s office because someone
left their lunch tray on our lunch table, getting even with Mr. Mac by
purchasing football tickets that week and paying with all pennies
(unrolled), the first group of 18 years-old to vote and some how
becoming the only Republican in the family, the back row during
graduation – how did we end up with more guys than girls?, the bottle
of beer that went down my row during graduation, the Wallstreet
Journal during homeroom, and being at the out-of-town game when Brad
Stephens attended with his ‘friend’ and the band’s salute to him
when he walked by.
Mark
Dempster
– “Mr. Countryman”
Chemistry with Mr. Henry, sitting with the
‘river rats’ at basketball games, getting kicked out of a basketball
game for sneaking in a ‘clacker’, Tommy Mitchell screaming at him
for being out of step, getting swats from Mr. Countryman, teasing Chris
Beatty about working at McDonalds, and who was the custodian who always
said, “Hello folks, tell me some
jokes?”
Elena
de Quesada
Moore
–
“long, long ago.”
Mrs. Margaret Brown, the best teacher she
ever had, and people she wishes she had taken time to know better.
Mike
Dowell
– Mrs. Brown, Mr. Holmes, Jimmy Erwin’s right-on valedictorian
address, being sports editor of the annual, Taylor Coleman, and friends
too many to name.
Barbara
Eaken Allen
– “the lunch table.”
State Championship, Mrs. Harvey’s
English class, the Twirp Dance, pep rallies, my old ’61 Impala, Tater
Mathis, short skirts, Brad Stephens, Panama City, and getting in trouble
in chorus for stopping by McDonald’s.
Jane
Eidson Alred
– “happiness … it was a fun
time.”
Lorenda
Ellison
– “English class”
Paul
Entrekin
– “The band was fantastic.”
ROTC set the wheels in motion for my
career. Dramatics class and
our plays were the greatest. Earning
my track letter gave me confidence to play football at
Auburn
.
Mike (Tater) Mathis was my hero.
Jimmy
Erwin
– “Quality – quality people and quality education.”
“I
still remember feeling like Johnny Carson doing a monologue on
graduation day (jokes by Coleman DeMoss.)”
Meg
Fite Smith
– “Spirit”
Whit Shipworth as the best chauffer and
spy person ever, James Dunn’s big wreck in the alley, Anne Briscoe’s
constant insanity and off key voice in chorus, special friends in SubDeb
and the big football state championship.
“I’ll never forget Mr. Winton’s class when Ruth Wicker,
Anne and I decided to confuse him with who was who – our conduct
grades showed our big mistake.
Jan
Fourroux Taylor
– “Fun”
Mr. McEvoy, because he was always trying
to be so tough.
Traci
Gage Fairbairn
– Swimming in the river, sunning with Claudia, Jennifer, Cindy, Gay ,
Peggy, Debbie, and
Myra
.
Jennifer’s boat, my going away party, Burningtree Country Club,
Guntersville
Lake
,
Cindy’s bag full of memories.
Rita
Garvey Lynch
– “Good Times”
Being nicknamed ‘Cookie’, pride in
football and basketball teams, skipping school with Kay Etheridge to go
to Point Mallard, driving Jada Winton crazy, having good friends and
good times.
Susie
Gibbs
– Skipping school with Carol Pearson, Amy Blackwell, Webb Giles, and
Richard Russell.
Sherry
Gleason Brown
– “Champions”
“I
wonder if Mrs. Franklin and Mrs. Morris ever knew my name was Sherry and
not Gleason?” My wonderful
friends Sue, Dianne, Margaret and Tracy and all those talks about boys,
wearing skirts so short you had to wear coordinating panties and being
sent home because my pantsuit didn’t.”
Ada
Gonzalez Garland
– “A diverse group of students
who bonded as adults rather than as the class of ’72.”
John
Hambrick
– 4A State Football Championship and the State Band trips.
Denice
Hampton Bailey
– “the best time of my life.”
Playing tricks on Mrs. Warren and going to
homecoming with Danny Mahoney, who made bird calls all during the game.
David
Harris
– Mr. Henry’s patience, the senior class float being disqualified
(didn’t someone sneak in to work after hours?????), the State Football
Championship, class play, and the untimely deaths of Mike Mathis, Taylor
Coleman and Marvin Gibson.
George
Hartselle
– “Harmony”
Randy
Harvell
– “Jada”
Being lost the first year, conjugate,
geometry, Miss Holliday’s biology, the Group,
driver’s test (sad) and driver’s test (glad), Kathy, ROTC, Col.
Wood, Sgt. What’s His Name, #1, Stage Band, and principal-parent
conferences.
Della
Denise Helms
– Basketball games, good friends like Judy Cates and Tom Ambrose, and
the fun times with Judy, Mary Grisham, and Rose Piery.
Mike
Herbert
– “I recall when I first came to DHS in the middle of the 10th
grade … the people that I met were kind, considerate and friendly.
I always thought that getting “licks” was stupid and I
couldn’t play basketball worth a damn.
Memories of certain people and teachers are too long to list …”
Cindy
Jewel Higginbotham Mullins
– “It’s all a blur at this
age … I can tell you about the 1st grade play when Coleman
choked up on the Turtle poem, and Katherine and Joy waddled around the
stage in duck and chicken costumes .. must be a sign of old age when
memories revert to childhood.”
The Supremes – Ruth, Ann and Amy!,
Junior Class Play and playing the mother of 12kids!!! (whatever happened
to those kids anyway .. sure glad I didn’t have to raise them,
desegregation and being proud that we got along so well but guilty and
sad that we didn’t do (or hadn’t done) better, much sooner.
Ellen
Hotchkiss Straub
– 4A Football Champions
Buzz
Hudson
–
“Friendship”
Don
Jones
– “LAGNAF”
Angela
King Free
– fashion trends and dress codes (pant suits and sandals with socks)
Marty
Krieger
–
The things that stick out the most would have to be
The Great Mr. Ray Warth and his dedication to fairness.
My first and only real love Maurice(reese) Sockwell,
who gave me the real meaning of friendship. And
speaking of friendship great people like Beverly Crosswhite
Gay Maloney, Kathy Looney, Kay Etheridge, Johnny
Hambrick and Mike Hinds still cross my mind.
Jerry Countryman and of course OAKWORTH STATION.
Terry
Lanter
– State Basketball Champions in 1970
Gene
Lee
– working on homecoming floats and the final State Championship
Football game.
Catherine
Lewis Covington
– Her favorite teacher was Mrs. Brown, English.
Teresa
Loftin
– “Champions”
Kathy
Looney Walworth
– Mrs. Winton’s Drama class, performing in On
a Clear Day, State Championships, Randy and Maurice (first love and
best friend) and Concert Chorus.
Patricia
Mangrum Wynn
– “Thank you, Jesus.”
Harry
James Malone
– special memories of Coach Earl Morris and Ed McEvoy.
Claire
Mathias Gehrki
– “Good Friends”
Frantically building the senior float,
State Championships, Ernest & Algernon from our class play and our
yearbook staff.
David
Mathews
– Hectic but fun. It
didn’t last long enough. The
sign in the football locker room that read, “Flush twice, the
cafeteria is a long way away!”
Sara
Montez Matthews Bradley
– Mrs. Eaton, Mrs. Ledbetter, Mrs. Yates, Mr. Warth and who could
forget Mr. Stevens. State
Champions in both football and basketball, singing in chorus, working on
the yearbook. Saddest memory
is the lack of inclusion of all students regardless of race, color,
creed or background in school activities.
Joey
McCurry
– “One of the last great classes!”
The loss of Mike Mathis and Football 4A
Champs.
Joye
McDonald Musselman
– “Number One”
Mr. Henry catching me in Chemistry class
cutting art things for the football team and asking me to have “a
little meeting” with him after class.
All he said was, “A-h-h-h-h, McDonald are you going to be a
profession cheerleader?” Then
he dismissed me. He had made his point.
Andrea
McInnis Gibson
– Unity, Enthusiasm, and a Closeness not found anywhere else.
Ann
McKleroy Worley
– Mr. McEvoy catching me every time I had gum in my mouth.
Katherine
McLaughlin Johnson
– “Friends”
Panama
City
–
James Dunn falling asleep (Ha! Ha!) and getting so blistered.
The great sports – football and basketball.
Nina Franklin being such a good sport when we would visit her
home at
10:00
p.m.
!
Harvey
Page
– Basketball Championship ’70 … Football Championship ’72 …
Morning Announcements … Card games Sr. Homeroom … Mrs. Brown’s
English class.
Carol
Pearson
– Winning state football and basket championships and all of us going
wild at the games. Riding
around in the back of James Dunn’s truck and getting in trouble.
Waiting for dates for all the dances and proms.
Mrs. Harvey was pretty ‘hip’ for her time.
Car washes, proms and trips to the beach (
Panama
City, of course) with JUG, sorority and fraternity dances, homecoming
floats every year, annual staff and getting out of 6th period
to sell ads (AH!) But
don’t tell Gay, she was the Editor.
Spend-the-night parties where we sneaked
out to see the boys. Pep
rallies, how funny Coleman DeMoss and Jimmy Erwin were, and Jimmy Erwin
getting up on graduation night and saying – “Parents, teachers,
A-Students, B-Students, C-Students and friends” at the beginning of
his speech. And the Brogdons
in Home Ec.
Rose
Marie Piery Bawsel
– “I remember the fear I had
walking the halls of
Decatur
High for the first time.
After going to a private school for eight years, I realized I was
stepping into a whole new world. Little
did I know that the wonderful people I would meet would make such an
impact on my wonder years.”
Tom
Poss
– “State Champs and the sporting events I went to.”
Willie
Rice
– Coach Morris having an impact on his life and helping him to be a
better person.
Sue Royer Lane
–
Mr. Henry and his talks about snakes.
Larry
Sherrod
– remembers Ginger letting him copy her trig and algebra homework in
homeroom, skipping school with Ronnie Skidmore, and smoking the computer
room with Stanley Carr!
Debbie
Simmons Pittman Mellette – “little sister” Connie Hightower and Mary
Alice Crider, riding to school in her ’64 Chevy bomb, Mr. Dapper’s
biology class and Mrs. Peurifoy’s English class – “the
first time I had to stand in the hall!”
Jimmy
Skipworth
– going to
Tuscaloosa
for
the basketball tournament and the state championship football games.
Jennifer
Snider Leathers
– Mr. Holmes’ Math Analysis class, Cliff Bailey calling me “shaky
shoulders” at lunch our senior year, Mrs. Brown’s English class,
meeting Prospector deadlines our senior year (nerve wracking.)
Maurice
Sockwell Lanier
– Being a majorette and marching at Legion Field, Mr. Lee’s French
class and being chosen as Saluratorian.
Jo
Stamler Thompson
– Winton’s drama class, working in the library, and being locker
guard.
Alan
Swafford
– great football and basketball, building floats, chorus, times with
teachers and friends. Graduation
night was a night to remember.
Sheila
Teague
– “Most of the teachers had already had my brother and/or my sister, so
when I entered their class it was like, another Teague.
Each time something happened, I usually would hear my name
called, even if I did not do it. Mrs.
Ledbetter being tied to a chair during PE and I got the blame.”
Debbie
Terry Roberts
– Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Ledbetter, Coach Webb, Mrs. Franklin and Mr. Warth
… all the stars who shined
in our midst – the athletes, the cheerleaders, beauty queens
- favorite memories include the guys I ran around with Senior
year, especially my table at lunch – Larry Sherrod, Mike Dowell, Bill
Farris, Rose Piery, Debbie Skidmore (Class of ’73) … other special
friends include Ronnie Skidmore, Donna Braudaway, and Nancy Coffey
(Nancy set me up on a blind date with Randy – my husband, three years
after high school graduation.)
Charles
Thompson
– Non-stop excitement, Science Fair, Prospector photographer, football
championship, Coach Ogle, Mr. McEvoy and Mr. Henry.
John
Thornton
– Senor Foster getting his tie caught in the fan.
Winning 4A Basketball Championship, mini-skirts, and Coach
Morris.
Neal
Vickers
– “Mr. Henry passed me.”
John
Vinson
– riding down alleys in James Dunn’s truck knocking over trash cans.
Turning chickens loose in the school.
His first date … Anne Briscoe.
Decorating Homecoming floats.
Mary
Vinson Morriss
– “…one nice thing about
being a twin was to blame John and John’s friends if anything went
wrong!” When their
yard was rolled (by Buzz Hudson and James Dunn) John always had to clean
up the whole yard by himself.
Lorretta
Ward Sanders
– mini-skirts, sport cars, bell bottoms, peace symbols, football
games, VW Bugs, empty hallways, long hair, the smell of books, bus rides
and Mr. McEvoy.
Lindy
Webb Smith
– Mr. Lee, the French teacher, telling us he would “boil us in oil, pinch our heads to a point, and make us suffer untold
indignities!”
Frank
Williams
– “Being a part of the magic
that exists on a championship team, ’71-’72 Football.”
Mike
Williamson
– his first girl friend,
New Orleans
field trip for French class and Mrs. Brown and Coach Morris, as well as
basketball games.
Bonnie
Blue Woodard McDaniels
- “Where have all the flowers gone, long time passes…”
The most outstanding thing about our
senior year must surely have been the horrible styles in fashion.
When else was it considered vogue to expose all a woman’s leg,
then place 2”x4” boards on her feet and call them shoes?
And lip color was definitely out .. whitish, dead pink or simply
‘un-color’ was in. Hairstyles
were un-name-able!!!
Lucianne
Wood
Warren
–
remembers football games, studying for all the tests with friends and
Miss Holliday’s biology class.
Mark
Woods
– Col. Woods’ jokes, running endless track for Coach Ogle, and Mrs.
Morgan’s Alabama History stories.
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Setting
the World on Fire …
Class
of 1972
Does anyone recall when, as freshmen, we
realized our upcoming roles in Seniordom and agreed that our Senior
Motto should be the now famous?
“We
like whiskey and home-brew
We’re the Class of ’72!!!”
Groovin’ out to the tunes of Smokey
Robinson’s Tears of a Clown
in 11th grade, we graduated to Rod Stewart’s R-Rated Maggie Mae, Song of the Year for 1972, according to WLS in
Chicago
.
Surely you tuned in to WLS, the giant in Yankee country; its
waves drifted down to Dixieland and could be picked up by car radios
late at night! On evenings
when we weren’t stuck at home, we made our way to the Aquadome where The
Tropics thrilled us, or more often ‘Buddy
Causey & the Daze of the Week’ … Buddy drove all the way
from Birmingham to perform, and his sister Sandra, who I adored and
envied because she could really belt out You Got Me Hummin’, would perform all the Blood, Sweat & Tears stuff, and of course they performed
anything by Chicago, cause
they had horns … Does Anybody
Really Know What Time It Is? We
danced until we dropped, and one night I lost 7 pounds (on the scales)
from doing the Funky Chicken ... but I did NOT dance the next weekend,
as Mr. Billy Joe Royal was singing and I had to stand on the front row
to swoon over Down in the Boondocks!
School was a different matter … no
dancing, except in the Senior Class Musical “On
a Clear Day” … I tried to teach Paul Brodgon to ballet, but his
heart wasn’t in it .. I can’t forget the day, in Miss Mary
Louise’s College-Prep English class, that Paul came in to tell his
brother
Preston
he
needed the lunch money that apparently their mother had given
Preston
.
A disagreement ensued, the outcome being that Preston threw all
the change out of his pockets, and since Miss Garrett was not in the
room at the time, much foul language floated and Paul got down on the
floor and carefully picked up all the pennies, nickels and dimes!
(He way very hungry that day.)
And yes, Paul, you still owe me ONE DOLLAR that you borrowed to
go to McDonald’s … I reported this previously in the Ten-Year
Reunion Directory but haven’t received the cash .. Let’s see, with
interest …
Lunch was always my favorite period, since
our brilliant school officials saw fit to give us no break, no RECESS,
no fun time … Heaven forbid that we might actually ENJOY some social
inter-action … our grade might drop to all F’s if we were able to
spend 10 minutes each morning laughing with our friends in the
breeze-way!
On the way to the lunchroom one fine day,
I was abruptly stopped by Prince (oops), I mean Coach Earl Morris, who
had also stopped everyone else he could yell at … He demanded t know
what in the world I was doing out in the hall at 2 minutes pat time to
be at lunch. I informed him
that I was merely using the ladies room, where I had to wait in line.
Such a speech on the horrors of tardiness then came from his
lips, delivered with such excruciating vehemence that I feared I was to
be hung at 5th period, on the steps of the schoolhouse, with
my horrible, now tainted name to be emblazoned on a banner and flown on
the flagpole! It is seven
wonders that I was even allowed to remain on as a full-time student, and
I’m frankly surprised that I have managed to stay out of some type of
reformatory. Thank you, Mr.
Morris, to whom I owe a debt of gratitude for possibly changing my
lifestyle .. for I then decided that I would not seek a position on the
Basketball Team, and thus I was able to devote much more time to my
studies.
And, while I am thanking the staff, I must
not forget Mr. McEvoy and Coach Webb, who, having my very best interest
in mind and considering my future, watched me walking down the hall one
morning and motioned me over. “You
have on culottes,” they said. “Well,”
I countered, “two 9th grades are wearing them, right over
there.” “They look
different,” they said. “You’ll
have to go home and change.” This
taught me another valuable lesson: If
one is skinny and flat-chested, one has more fashion options.
Back to LUNCH … Our table was the
in-crowd table … lonely astute, literary types were allowed to partake
of their spaghetti & jello there … Jerry Mizell, Scotty Wagner,
Stan Evans, and Ridgely Sharriot, plus me and Jim Rankin were always
there. Much discussion was
held about who was dating who, and what our latest test scores were.
On the day of Jim Rankin’s 18th birthday, we
surprised him with a party. My
mother baked a huge, fresh coconut cake and I put red candles all over
it. Jim was slightly
taken-aback, but obviously very thrilled!
We inhaled the cake thinking that we would all have a hundred
more birthdays to celebrate.
As far as travel went, I was destined to
go on several fabulous jaunts during our last year in school … Myra
Hillburn, Nancy Coffee and I bought a map and found our way over to
Jacksonville State University, riding in Nancy’s … Mustang???
I was some great little sports car, and since I had no wheels
a’tall, it was as good as a Rolls.
My brother always got me a blind date (at least I hoped the date
was blind) with one of his Kappa Sig brothers, and we would all go over
to Shoney’s in Anniston, after partying to the sounds of the Allman
Brothers. We were just Too
Cool!
Speaking of the Allman Brothers … one
afternoon in October ’71, I went over to my aunt’s after school …
I heard on the radio that Duane Allman had been killed in a motorcycle
crash in his
Georgia
hometown … to those of you who don’t already know all about Duane
and his famous guitar; I won’t bother to go in to it.
That incident stands out in my mind, along with another day in
the spring before we graduated … Linda McNalley’s mother picked
Linda and me up after school, and she was crying.
It seems she had just heard that our beloved George C. Wallace
had been gunned down while up North campaigning for the Presidency.
We were dumbfounded. Linda
and I had met Governor Wallace just months before out at the
Lurleen
Wallace
Center
.
He was very happy to pose for a picture with us.
I still have that photo …
Claudia Askew was going steady with the
very famous Tater Mathis, Star of the Crimson Tide, so one weekend she
and I, along with Jerry Mizell and 10 or 12 others, stuffed into Tim
Rath’s piece of a car (Hey, it ran) and bust Tuscaloosa wide open!
What a weekend! I was
flabbergasted that girls were allowed to drink real beer without fear of
imprisonment, and nice boys actually took them out on dates to do this
very thing! Talks about
naiveté …
Decatur
was
dry, and my mother did not allow me to go to
Huntsville
for
anything other than lunch at Britlin’s Cafeteria.
I promptly enrolled at
Alabama
.
The rest is history.
Fancying the ides that we would make our
fortune as writers, A.D. Oppenheim and I wrote a fabulous play all about
a Thanksgiving turkey called Elrod … Miss Winton actually allowed us
to travel around to elementary schools and put on productions of
Turkey
!
I wonder if A.D. retained the rights to our play?
I shall not forget Art Class with Miss Allmon ... 1972 was Miss
Allmon's last and probably most glorious year to teach … We made
ceramic ashtrays and drew horses ...I had imagined creating masterpieces
of oil on canvas and showing our work at the Museum of Modern Art …
Coleman DeMoss also got to do several great ashtrays … Miss Allmon
always did like you, Coleman!
Marty Krieger taught me much about
lobbying for rights … He walked into Ray Warth’s office and demanded
that he be given all the Jewish Holidays off from school, just like all
the Protestants got for their religious holidays!
Mr. Warth acquiesced, and thus Marty was allowed all his holidays
off plus the scheduled ones … way to go, Marty!
I always expected you to take Ralph Nader’s job!
I also need to thank Mrs. Wooten, our
homeroom teacher for all we people whose names fall at the end of the
alphabet … U, V, W, X, Y, and Z’s … Mrs. Wooten called me into the
hall one cherry morning and gravely whispered; “That is not a
pantsuit!” “Yes, it is,
“ I countered, “The rules say it has to be a matching top and
pants.” (I was wearing a
purple crushed velvet slacks with a tight yellow & purple stretchy
shirt) “That’s true,”
said Mrs. Wooten, “but the top does not cover your hips!”
“Oh, well … hips, huh … I guess I have two of those.”
I called my father to come from work to take me home to change.
And thus, Mrs. Wooten molded another young life into a decent
human being.
One good thing about being
‘Alphabetically Late’ was the night of Graduation … we got to sit
on the back row, sweating in those caps and gowns while Valedictorians
made speeches … Pete Thompson wore only his Fruit-of-the-Looms under
his robe, while several others played poker and enjoyed cocktails,
proving the motto we had chosen back in the 9th grade to be
perfect for us. I guess
we’ll just always be “Too Cool!”
Always and Forever ... Class of 1972
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