Thanks for the Memories!! Let's do it again!
This whole elementary blog idea started in 2000 when a few RHS classmates' emails spread like wildfire. This blog consists mostly of conversations regarding our 40th reunion and, of course, memories from our elementary days. As we approach our 45th reunion, please share your comments, memories and wishes on our
RHS Class of '70 Facebook page. Let's start with...
Are you interested in reuniting with your elementary classmates again in 2015?
So... how do I blog????
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Kudos to Ricky Bowe (the penny-pitching-across-ballroom-dancing-floor champion!) for playing such a big role in the RHS reunion! I'm looking forward to this and have been talking it up with others.
ReplyDeleteRick responds...Alas, you remember the finer points. I remember Mrs. Thompson’s dance classes almost like they were yesterday. Let me tell you, it was tough being one of the short guys. Only a couple of short girls you could reasonably dance with (Chris Costello, Susan Main, Stacey Moore, Peggy Figlar) and more short guys (Hal Candee, me, Ricky Jones) than girls. That is why some of us resorted to disruption tactics…to distract the other short guys while we ran across the room to ask the short girls to dance. If we missed out on dancing with a short girl, we might end up with the likes of Kathy Vought, or our friend Irene. What I would give for a video of a dance class at the women’s club.
ReplyDeleteIrene Nagy adds...Yes, Rick, I was so traumatized and feared I would never be asked to dance because I was so tall...I refused to go to the dance classes (how radical for my family...my sister and brother went, and my parents expected me to go too...I must have pitched a fit or something). Anyway, as you know, you are now as tall as I am, or taller. I just stopped growing!
ReplyDeleteWasn't it Miss Austin who gave the classes at the Women's Club? Maybe I'm wrong on the name.
Rick replies: Interesting to play back history, from different sides. Just as I was feeling small, you were feeling tall. Well, 40 plus years evens out a lot of things, including height. That, I believe, is one of the draws, and one of the lovely things, about getting back together after all these years.
ReplyDeleteHow DO you remember the instructor's name??!! I just remember sweating through my pretty white gloves and praying I wouldn't be the last one asked to dance (like I was in pe when it was time to pick teams). It was much more fun watching where the penny would end up!
ReplyDeleteRick: I find this fascinating.
ReplyDeleteLet’s face it, the 3 of us, never the closest of friends, nonetheless shared the same experience, that made a lifelong impression on each of us, but a very different impression. I was worried about being too small…Irene too tall…you about sweating up your gloves. You wore gloves??!! A few years back I spent a wonderful evening in SF out to dinner with Hal Candee. Remember, reliving, refreshing. It was great. My fervent hope is that we can kindle many of those conversations in the run up to the reunion, at the event itself, and afterward.
And yes, I went to Willard. I went to Mount Carmel for kindergarten (I was too young to be accepted into public school, and my mother wanted me out of the house). I transferred to Willard and went there for 6 years. I met Chuck Johnson in first grade. Bob Elgin way before that. Have kept in touch with a number of us Willard people since.
Of course, ALL the young ladies HAD to wear gloves! It was the Ridgewood Woman's Club after all! I do look forward to so many laughs and stories. Poor Bobby Elgin, he had to endure my memory story (at the last reunion I made it out to) of "having" to kiss him when my mom made me go to Carol Scholl's (next door) boy/girl party and my "spin the bottle" pointed to Bobby. But that needs to go on Bobby's blog...
ReplyDeleteRick responds: So, Carol Scholl parties, huh? Not sure I was ever invited. We were breaking social/sexual ground at Scott Reinauer’s parties right around the corner, however. Just ask Pam Simonson.
ReplyDelete(fron email dated 1/22/10) Rick states: I have pretty high hopes for lots of you ladies out there in Oct. Plenty of time to get ready…drop a few, tone up.
ReplyDeleteRick tries to recall his teachers: OK, this might not be 100% accurate, but I’ll give it a try:
ReplyDeleteKindergarten at Mt. Carmel
First grade at Willard: Miss McMillian
Second Mrs Hays
Third Howerton
Fourth Slicker
Fifth: Miss Eliason
Sixth: God knows
Rick recalls (or tries to) his teachers: OK, this might not be 100% accurate, but I’ll give it a try:
ReplyDeleteKindergarten at Mt. Carmel
First grade at Willard: Miss McMillian
Second Mrs Hays
Third Howerton
Fourth Slicker
Fifth: Miss Eliason
Sixth: God knows
Bob Elgin counters: Oh man, you’re letting me down here. Here’s who I think you had in elementary school:
ReplyDeleteKindergarten – Mt. Carmel
First Grade – Mrs. Hay
Second Grade – Mrs. Behrens (see picture)
Third Grade – Miss Howerton
Fourth Grade – Mr. Slicker
Fifth Grade - Mr. Filacy
Sixth Grade – Miss Eliason.
The thing that I remember strongly was that you and I were in the same classes in grades 1-3.
I also remember in first grade being frustrated because you got placed into the higher reading group than me.
So I’m stickin to my guns on this one.
And I’ve always wondered if your mother didn’t have something to do with it.
Remember when I commented that I thought it was unusual for a kid of your age (December birthday) to have been placed into our class. Obviously you turned out OK but your parents had to work to make that happen. She wanted you to be with me.
And then you look at my brother Steve and your brother Chris. Chris had a November birthday and yet he’s held back a year and ends up being in the same grade as Steve (born in January). She wanted Chris to be with Steve J
Sooooo, do you think there’s anything to that?