Class of 1955
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Willa Dean - 12/15/00 13:18:52
This is my new email address. I continue to enjoy the messages, both email and on the website.
Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Mel Boyer - 12/11/00 22:11:49
Correction: Was thinking of your class when I was writing. I graduated in 1954. Bye.
Melvan Boyer - 12/11/00 22:08:26
Name of Spouse: Judy
Occupation: Quality Control Chemist
Street Address: 603 Zay Drive
City: Excelsior Springs
State & Zip Code: MO 64024
Hello Old Friends:
Just wanted to revisit this fantastic web site. I have contacted several of your classmates that grew up in the Jefferson neighborhood. Reading the emails really brought back the memories. My seventh grade class was the first or second to use the one-room classroom built on the north end of the existing school building. Graduated in 1955 from dear old SHS.
Come to the Class of 54's next reunion if you can. Cheers. Mel Boyer
Melvan Boyer - 12/11/00 22:03:25
Name of Spouse:: Judy
Occupation: Quality Control Chemist
Street Address: 603 Zay Drive
City: Excelsior Springs
Jack H. Warner
Thu, 7 Dec 2000 15:48:56 -0600
Just checked out Nancy's web site, as you suggested. It is cool, but I have seen the real thing (her garden) several times. I have watched as, over the years, her garden has gotten more beautiful every day. Jack
Wed, 6 Dec 2000 14:30:09 -0600
I was on the OSU campus yesterday, so I stopped off to see Joe Fowler and he was in his office (it was too cold to be playing golf).
He admitted that he hadn't checked the web site since the re-union so I convinced him it was worth while to do so.
I also talked with Porter and traded e-mails with Wesson in the past few days (they both had birthdays last week).
I quit having birthdays several years ago.
Dick Smika - 12/05/00 16:45:04
Name of Spouse: Marge
Street Address: 2430 longwood Dr
State & Zip Code: Il 62526-3027
I really enjoy this website, thanks to all responsible for it.
I just returned from California where I visited my brothers Bud ('56) and Frank ('62). Frank had a copy of a Shawnee Highschool directory that listed grads as far back as the 20's, up to 1995, the year it was published. I never received a notice that t is was being sold but would love to have one. I called the Harris Publishing Co. but the book is no longer available. If anyone knows where I might find a copy, please let me know.
Jack, I believe that girl in the Jefferson picture [ Jefferson Pegasus. ] might be Beverly Flores.
Margaret Bauman was a classmate of mine at St. Benedict.
Nancy STEWART Fernandes - 11/28/00 15:17:19
Name of Spouse: Alfred
Occupation: gardener, chief cook and bottle washer
Street Address: 12401 Dutch Forest Pl.
State & Zip Code: Ok 73013
At the age of 61 I have finally made it....through many ups and downs along all the years. Just as all the rest of you, after going through many trials and tribulations, we are so fortunate to have made it this far. I think that we have Shawnee High a d the many great mentors of our fair little city to thank for gift.
For a quick run down....I raised 3 children fairly successfully after many a harrowing mile. I now have 6 grandchildren but none live very close to home . . . .so I turn my attentions to gardening 4 acres. I have developed what I call a "strolling ga den" and my husband and I welcome garden visitors everyday of the bloom season and then some. Kinda reminds me of what my granddad used to do. I remember we always had folks come to our acreage to see his antique cars and his wonderful menagerie of anim ls. What a great world I grew up in, next door to my grandad and in the lovely little town of Shawnee!
My gardens (first love next to my hubby) consist of wooded trails, watergardens, streams, several large perennial gardens....all of which are open to the public. Come see them during bloom season if you can, if you cannot, visit my website.
Love your Class of '55 website.....keep up the good work, whoever you are, you are doing many a great favor.
Nancy STEWART Fernandes (1957 grad)
She has a very nice Website - Really Worth a Visit!
Sharon Baxter - 11/15/00 23:00:07
Name in High School - If Different: Sharon Ann Shirley
Name of Spouse: ooooooooooooo
Street Address: 4170 Rosser Sq.
State & Zip Code: Tx., 75244
HAPPY HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!!!
Don't let the turkeys get you down!!!!!!!
Enjoy, have fun, and eat!!!!!!!
Happy turkey day to all!!!!!
Friday 11/10/00 8:28:01 AM Central Standard Time,
Lorene SECKEL Akins
Wanda Meinecke Wells and her husband Jack had dinner with us on Monday evening. They were just in town for a short time but we had such a good visit.
She and I grew up two doors apart drinking dill pickle juice for cocktails , she was Betty Grable and I was Loretta Young.
I am afraid when I look in the mirror I have become Ma Kettle.
Thank you for helping us renew so many good friendships. If I can help in some way with class chores please feel free to call on me.
Sat, 21 Oct 2000 18:35:20 EDT
My name is Thurman Roe and I grew up in Shawnee. I read the News Star occasionally and ran across your web site there and I hope I'm not imposing by asking if you know of a web site for the class of 53. I didn't graduate with those folks but maybe ther are some of my old friends listed there.
If you can help that would be great, if you can't, thank you anyway.
Sorry, We don't know of any such web site. If we learn of one we'll include a link to it on our home page
Vernie - 10/10/00 18:05:41
Name of Spouse: Diana
Street Address: 38409 Lake Road
State & Zip Code: Okla. 74802
This is the second time I've changed this damn thing, maybe I'm getting it right.
This is a New E-Mail For Vernie -
firstname.lastname@example.org - or - email@example.com
VERNIE 'ZIG' ZIEGLER - 10/10/00 17:06:07
Name of Spouse: DIANA
Street Address: 38409 LAKE ROAD
State & Zip Code:: OKLA. 74801
Tue, 26 Sep 2000 20:47:16 GMT
John Reyes / John Waylan
To Whom It May Concern
My name is John Waylan
Why am I not invited to your reunions? I graduated in 1955 from Shawnee High School, yet I never receive any notices about upcoming reunions. I just happened to stumble onto your website while "wind surfing" the web for information about health care b nefits.
I was the star punter for the J.V. football team, painted beautiful pictures in art class, and was Mrs. Clayborn's favorite student.
I invented the Internet with Al Gore, but he soon took all the credit. I am now a retired janitor and eat nothing but waffles.
I had no friends and was generally a recluse, but I'd like to make friends now, while I'm still alive. Who knows how long that will be? After all, I did graduate in 1955, and that's pretty darn old.
I'd like to go to at least one class reunion. I have a dog who's name is Big Tush. I almost got married, once, but she ran away. I am depressed. I need a hug.
In Need of A Hug,
[ Sorry John - We don't show you in the Caldron, nor on the Commencement Program. - But, Keep watching This Site For Next Reunion! ]
Donna Doss Wilson - 09/27/00 17:05:20
Name in High School - If Different: Donna Doss
Name of Spouse: Joe
Street Address: 730 Ranchoak Drive
State & Zip Code: OK 73099-4220
I just now read Lola Gregory's message and laughed all the way through. What a wonderful sense of humor! I identified with some of it, as I'm sure all of us females did.
But Lola, if there was any truth in that story, specifically that that was the reason you didn't come, please let me assure you that everyone who is 62 or 63 years old doesn't measure up to senior in high school looks. Fern Perry Barnett is somewhat of an exception! As for the rest of us, we're aging fast and showing it. I do believe however that all of us are mature at this age and know it's what's inside that counts, not how we look.
Lola, you missed a great time. I hope you'll come next time no matter what Mother Nature dishes out in the meantime.
Fri, 22 Sep 2000 09:43:36 -0600
Lola GREGORY D'Orazio
WHY WOMEN NEVER MAKE IT TO CLASS REUNIONS
1955 CLASS REUNION -- JULY 2000
I prepared for it like any *intelligent* woman would.
I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24-hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body. The many years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew that if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, I could fit into my senior formal on Saturday.
Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly down the stairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back" . . . Bodies never have pockets where you need them.
Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress, stepping gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled... and I got the formal all the way up to my knees before the zipper gave out.
I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver platform sandals again and dance the night away. Okay, one setback was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way!
Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B. The black velvet caftan.
I gathered up all the goodies that I'd purchased at the drug store; the scented shower gel; the body building and highlighting shampoo & conditioner, and the split end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then the makeup - the under eye "ain't no lines here" firming cream, the all day face-lifting gravity fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day "kiss me till my lips bleed and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow . . . . but first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.
OK - time to get ready. . . . I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti-wrinkle, gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream. I set my hair on the hot rollers. I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the world. Or in this instance, my underwear.
With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black, lacy, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, hamhock-rounding girdle, and the matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra. I greased my body with scented body lotion and began the plunge.
I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and kicked. Sweat poured off my forehead, but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So, I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?"
Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But I was firm. Oh no! . . . had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. From now on undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and restitch the crotch with Velcro. But the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly side stepped to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle.
I was ready for the bra. I remembered what the saleslady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around . . . . put the bra on the way it should be worn - - - straps over the shoulder, bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups." - Easy if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down . . .but the boobs were not cooperating.
I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy. I bounced up & down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. Quickly fastening the back of the bra I stood up for and began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift! I captured the gliding glands.
Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for an exam. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror. I smiled. Yes, Houston, we have lift up! My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage!
I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chinrest. And I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my panty hose, and shoes. Why did I buy heels with buckles? . . . And then I had to pee again.
Think I'll go fix myself a drink and skip the %#$@! reunion!
Carolyn P Mc Guire - 09/22/00 14:59:36
Sorry all the messages are lost. I was enjoying them especially Carl's instructions from the Home Ec manual ( incidentally Home Ec. is now called Human Environmental studies at OSU) political correctness at Stillwater, Help!
Of course I always followed those instructions, especially the one about removing the husband's shoes and putting his slippers on him.
A little news about people from other classes: Did you know that Bill Oden (Jessilea's brother) is the Methodist Bishop for this part of Texas? Helen Raley Waters has an essay in Chicken Soup for the Soul of those over 60.
Also did Brad Pitt's dad really go to SHS? Janie Wesson Garretson remembers him being a year younger than she was and said he was "really Cute"
I am doing this without my glasses and I am spending as much time correcting as I am typing.
Willa_Dean - 09/21/00 19:28:00
I keep getting connected to banners.wunderground.com. Is this a bad link?
Miss the correspondence.
banners.wunderground.com is the link to the time & temperature.
Joe - 09/21/00 10:24:48
This is a test of page - 9/21/00
Mon, 11 Sep 2000 13:40:31
Jack H, Warner
After receiving a very nice e-mail from Carolyn Pinkston, I've found time to go back to the web site and read some of the new mail, especially concerning the Jefferson photo from 1950. It has been extremely interesting to have my memory re-vived in such a pleasant way.
I did question the identification of Margaret Tower in the photo (although it DID look somewhat like her), since I didn't remember her ever going to Jefferson. However, after six years in the "melting pot" of Jr High and High School, it is somewhat hard to remember exactly who went to Jefferson, etc.
It was re-assuring to find that my memory was not 100% destroyed however. I did not make up the name Lola Harper, it was Lola Gregory's name until high school.
I talked with Ross a couple of weeks ago. He and Win Dawson got together in Milwaukee when the Dodgers were in town and Ross said he enjoyed hearing about the re-union from Win.
Keep up the excellent work.
Fri, 08 Sep 2000 13:04:11 GMT
Take this with a grain of salt or the whole margarita.
Change in Time
What a difference 50 years can make! Let's compare attitudes from the 1950's and our present time of the year 2000. Directly below are suggestions come from an actual 1950's Home Economics textbook intended for High School girls, teaching them how to prepare for a happy married life. Then below that, you'll find the modern view. -----
- 1. HAVE DINNER READY: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal -- on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him, and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.
- 2. PREPARE YOURSELF: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.
- 3. CLEAR AWAY CLUTTER: Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books, toys, paper, etc., Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too.
- 4. PREPARE THE CHILDREN. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces if they are small, comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.
- 5. MINIMIZE THE NOISE: At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Greet him with a warm smile and kiss, letting him know you're glad to see him.
- 6. SOME DON'TS: Don't greet him with problems or complaints. Don't complain if he's late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day.
- 7. MAKE HIM COMFORTABLE. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lay down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind.
- 8. LISTEN TO HIM: You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.
- 9. MAKE THE EVENING HIS: Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment; instead try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his need to come home and relax.
- 10. THE GOAL: try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can relax.
WELCOME TO 2000!
1. HAVE DINNER READY: Make reservations ahead of time. If your day becomes too hectic, just leave him a voice mail message regarding where you'd like to eat and at what time. This lets him know that your day has been crappy and gives him an opportunity to change your mood.
- 2. PREPARE YOURSELF: Make sure to change out of your work clothes into something comfortable. Who cares if he likes it or not ... after all, it's more than likely that he's in a T-shirt and boxers.
- 3. CLEAR AWAY CLUTTER: Yeah right! Tell the kids and your husband if they want maid service, they better call one!
- 4. PREPARE THE CHILDREN: Send the children to their rooms to watch television or play Nintendo.
- 5. MINIMIZE THE NOISE: Yell to him over the loud music your kids are playing, that this is what you had to put up with while he was gone. And mention that it was his decision to buy the kids a new CD player in the first place.
- 6. SOME DON'TS: Don't greet him with problems and complaints. Let him speak first, and then your complaints will get more attention and remain fresh in his mind throughout dinner. Don't complain if he's late for dinner, simply remind him that the leftovers are in the fridge and you left the dishes for him to do.
- 7. MAKE HIM COMFORTABLE: Tell him where he can find a blanket if he's cold. This will really show you care.
- 8. LISTEN TO HIM: But don't ever let him get the last word.
- 9. MAKE THE EVENING HIS: Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or other places of entertainment; go with a friend or go shopping (use his credit card). Familiarize him with the phrase "Girls' Night Out!"
- 10. THE GOAL: Try to keep things amicable without reminding him that he only thinks the world revolves around him. Obviously he's wrong, it revolves around you.
Thu, 31 Aug 2000 11:26:39
- Jack H, Warner
More comments concerning that 1950 Jeffferson grade school photo and my comments from yesterday.
I am still curious...who has that remarkable memory to remember a girl (Marilyn Baldwin) who moved away in 1945 (at the end of 2nd grade). I only would have remembered her because see lived next to us...and we did get re-acquanted at OSU (nee A&M). I even went to her wedding in 1961.
In my essay from yesterday, I listed some kids that might be in the picture, that we can't identify. Other possibilities that I think were in the class....Joe Fowler, Jerry Carlton, Bill Storm, and Charles Tomberlin. Also, I need some help with my failing memory. Yesterday I mentioned a girl named, I thought, Lola Harper...for some reason I remember that name, but I also thought that she graduated with us. The only Lola in our class was Lola Gregory. Was there ever a Lola Harper or was she a figment of my imagination or was I thinking of Lola Gregory all this time?
Thanks for your good work.
Wed, 30 Aug 2000 15:42:16 -0500
Jack H, Warner
Just checked out the web page today and discovered its only 99 degrees in Shawnee America. I think its well over 100 here. I played golf early this morning (7:30) and it was real nice. I made par on the first 3 holes and I should have quit right then, but I didn't.
I spent several minutes pouring over LaTrelle's picture of the Jefferson Pegasus. I was one of the fortunate few to graduate from Jefferson, but my memory is pretty poor. I have several comments about th picture, and some of them maybe are really true.
- 1) I still don't think Jefferson's mascot was the pegysus, but that's another story.
- 2) Above the picture it says 1950....that would have been the spring that we graduated from Jefferson....we started Junior High in the Fall of 1950. The structure in the background certainly reminds me of the outhouse that was our classroom for homeroom. Jefferson had reached full capacity before the decision to add the 7th grade ( the year before we were to start the 7th grade ), so they constructed a temporary one-room frame building off to the side as our classroom. I think it was torn down after we left. Some of the the identifications DO NOT jive with 1950, but I certainly can't argue with most of the identifications and the photo had to be somewhere around 1950. Worst of all, I have absolutely no memory of a teacher named Mrs Davis (I assume she's a teacher). Our 7th grade homeroom teacher was a lady named Mrs David, but I don't remember what she looked like. I think she had a son named Paul who was one or two years older than us.
- 3) If the picture really is from 1950, where is that dorky looking Jack Warner...I don't see him anywhere. The 7th grade class at Jefferson that year was combined together into one room (there weren't enough of us to make up a full class) with about half of the 6th grade. That would explain why Vicky Wallace, Doug Wilson, Pat Reynolds, and JoAnn Cowen would be in the picture...they would have been in the 6th grade when the others were in the 7th.
- 4) Some of the identifications have to be correct. I have no doubt whatever about Vicky Wallace, Don Bussey, Bill Wesson, Don Jackson, Charlyn Bonner, Carol English, RuthAnn Duffield, Mary Ellen Ballou, Margaret Tower,and probably Ross Porter and WillaDean Abbott. The question about the girl being either Beverly Flores and Margaret Bauman...my vote is for Margaret . . . it looks more like Margaret and I have no memory of Beverly being in that class. The one identified as Pat Reynolds certainly could be, but he also looks a lot like Vernie Ziegler, and Vernie has to be in the picture somewhere....maybe he was cutting class that day just like I must have been.
The boy to the left of Bill Wesson (unidentified) might be Don Chancellor.
The girl identified as Marilyn Baldwin CAN'T be her, assuming the 1950 date. I would guess Lola Harper, but what do I know...Lola WAS in the class. Marilyn Baldwin started to Jefferson in the first grade, but she and her parents moved away after the 2nd grade....I know, they lived behind our house. Marilyn eventually graduated form Ardmore high school, but that is not where she moved to when they left Shawnee.
- 5) Others that I think should have been in the picture and maybe are, other than the ones already aluded to: David Hornsby, Dick Thrasher (maybe, I'm not sure he was in the class), Larry Senseny ( I have no idea of the spelling of Larry's last name ), and Brandt May. I know there were others in the class, but my memory has long sense past.
Has anyone come forward with their guesses?
Michael F Price College of Business
University of Oklahoma
Tue, 29 Aug 2000 19:43:34 -0500
Gene & Jane Hardesty
Glad you finally located me. Sorry I missed the reunion. My e-mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org I'd love to communicate with any of the old classmates.
Gene and I are doing great. He's semi-retired and I'm still working like a dog. Am currently Human Resources Director at a 200 bed hospital near Houston.
Gene's teaching at a Jr. College part time and working at two golf courses for free golf.
Tue, 15 Aug 2000 19:27:05 EDT
Jane Herrington (Monkres)
Thanks for the invite to the meeting at Sumners. Wish I could be there to see you all and to have a Pargenburger!! They were great; I've never found a "burger" that was anything like it.
I've enjoyed the Web site and the messages. Will add one to it in the near future.
I couldn't make the reunion because Dave and I took our three 10 year old granddaughters to North Carolina for a vacation.
Keep in touch.
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