Comments: SOC class of 1964 please forgive me for posting on your Guest Book. I am from the SOC class of 1962 and looking for Steve Foster. Steve, I answered your facebook message concerning you and your brother, Larry. However it shows to be undelivered thus far. You may find it in your fb messenger - other folder. Thanks class of 1964 for allowing me to post this message.
Shannon Morehouse
08/25/14
Comments: Yes, it's been over a week since the 50th reunion. I'm still trying to recover!! It turned out very well - I think everyone had a wonderful time. Although the weather turned hotter for that weekend, we had a rain storm Saturday night which cooled it down a bit and the rain didn't start until we had returned from the SOC tour and lunch afterward at the former El Chico on West Davis. The hotel accommodations were OK (bathrooms a bit small and a couple of folks said their bathtubs didn't drain well), but the breakfast buffet was delicious and the food served during the reunion, I thought, was very tasty. Jimmy Wray came from Hawaii; others came from CA, MT, MO, OK, CO, NM, NC, AR and maybe some other states and I always feel a reunion is a success when classmates travel long distances just to attend. Lots of hugs were exchanged among folks who hadn't seen one another in years. We missed all those who could not attend.
Dennis Simmons
08/24/14
Comments: It has been a while since I have posted anything, but I have been reading upon occasion our website as well as the SOC 63 site. I wanted to attend the reunion but with building a house and running our family business with all the changes we are making it was just physically impossible. It has been a week since the 50th Reunion occurred, and not one post about it. So let's see some comments fellow classmates.
Comments: Wishing the Class of 64 a wonderful 50th Reunion with good times, laughter and fun with your classmates of 50 years! Have a fantastic weekend! GW/Tanya Leverett/ Class 63/65.
Comments: Sorry to be back so soon, but wanted to report there is a youtube on the Oak Cliff Boomers facebook page about our fellow classmate Jack Holladay. Dr. Holladay as he is known in the Harris County area where he has been a successful eye surgeon for years. Jack had an aortic anuersym and survived. Very interesting story.
Comments: Okay, ladies and germs, we are down to the final two week countdown until the big 50th reunion. A time to laugh and hug and compare grandchildren to see who has the brightest, best looking and most talented. I will be bringing three photo albums in case any of you plan to bring just a picture or two so most of the time will be at my table. And after a few attempts at dancing (it's going to be difficult to do the jitterbug on my walker but I think I can one hand it while Deb spins around me) we will do our usual by selecting the attendee who traveled the fartherest to be there; the attendee with the most children, grandchildren, ex wives or husbands, and a few various other embarassing titles some of us may not want. So I thought I would go ahead and throw out a few ideas. For instance the shortest attendee. I nominate Johnnie Lawrence. I remember when our WW Bushman team played Albert Sidney Johnson in football and they had the smallest quarterback I had ever seen. When he got behind the center and reached for the ball he disappeared from sight, making it difficult to follow him. When we got to Holmes the next year and took our physicals in the gym I never will forget PeeWee's designer underwear with cartoons drawn all over them, the forerunner to today's Spiderman undies. I should be nominated for the attendee with the least number of his or her own teeth. The category will not be a sightly one to be a judge for so if you are quesy you should not volunteer for the job. For attendee with biggest smile there is only one nominee: Judy Walker Crouch. Nominee with the coolest family member in attendance: Bobby Lutz, whose vivacious sister Andy has always been the personality in that family. No offense, Bobby, now wake up and accept the award. So, whoever is in charge of the awards this reunion, there are some new ideas for categories. There are others, such as attendee with most interesting career, attendee who surprised everyone by showing up at the 50th, attendee who skipped out due to some bad actors being after him for something he wrote years ago. Memories. Mostly good. Have fun guys and live it up. We won't all be together at the 60th.
Comments: I couldn't take it any more.. I had to write something! After 25 years I will be back at a reunion. And can hardly wait. And Steverino, don't ever stop writing your posts. They help bring back so much to me. Like I didn't remember you got my brother Michael's 59 BelAir. And that having known you for a long as I did, you did not know that this whiteboy also had Eugene as his middle name. Not to mention that you even still remember my nickname. Oh, by the way, I have been looking for the recipe for Queen Elizabeth cake for a long time. Looking forward to seeing everyone at the reunion.
Comments: Hello everyone !!! Gail Barrett Roden here to help you get off that fence and join us at the Reunion!! I really do hope that you will come because without all of you, we cannot celebrate this 50th!!! YOU make it a success!!
You will meet classmates you have not seen in years and also make new friends. I have met people that I did not know in school, but now know some pretty incredible people. If I had not gone to those other Reunions, I would have missed out on knowing these special classmates!! I treasure these friendships
So, I truly hope you will sign up today and I will be looking for your smiling faces in August
Remember this is the BIG 50!!!!
Let 's celebrate !!
Gail
Comments: Tommy Adams has passed away.. He had been disabled for some time due to an injury. My youngest daughter is friends with Tommy's son Andy. Services are Sat July 12 in Rockwall at 10am. I'm sorry I don't have any more details.
Comments: Bruce Monroe (best middle name ever) we were planning on visiting with you and Esther at the reunion. Come on man, what's us fringers going to do and who are we going to talk to if you skip. Deb was looking forward to catching up with your lovely spouse. Me and Venita are going to need somebody at the table with us besides our spouses. I got so many "I don't remember you" at the last reunion that I developed a complex but hey I'm going back. Even got a letter from my own class committee addressed to Debbie Foster and spouse. I've got this idea: we will set up the On the Fringe table and all us faces in the crowd will sit there and let the stars come by and guess who the heck we are? Had to tell one that my name was not "Photo not available" since that's what my yearbook space said. I'm betting that there's more people looking to see your smiling face than you might expect. Now clear your calendar, do I like I did and go to Ace Cash Express, borrow enough money to pay for the show, and come on down. You are my oldest and dearest friend (we go back to about 1948 buddy) and I expect to see you there.
Comments: Not even sure why I am here on this page today. Might have something to do with the upcoming reunion which I will not be attending. Even though I went to school with a lot of people from first through twelfth, out of a class of 600+, I can count on one hand the number of people I have any relationship with and I can reach out to them any time. In high school, I was a fringer like Ernie. A few years ago, I tried to connect with some SOC people, but quite frankly, that didn't work out well either.
Comments: Steve ,I know how your brother feels I to changed schools moved summer before my senior year.. went to Samuell as well.I don't have many friends from there only a couple of which Iam in touch with. They have located Me for our reunion but I'm coming to soc reunion as that is my home school.. don't care about the rest of those people. My picture is not in my senior annual nor was my name even entered... Sad but it is what it is... Your brother should come to soc reunion of whatever class he would of been in...
Comments: Good thoughts, Steve, in your 7/6 post. You mentioned that perhaps we (SOCites) might not have been welcoming to newcomers to our school. That may be true, and we might not have paid attention to those classmates who were shy or introverted. I know that there have been some classmates that I did not personally know during the SOC years, but who have faithfully attended our reunions. I've gotten to know a lot of folks I didn't know then and it has been a wonderful experience. I didn't know Martha Speaks while we were at SOC, but believe me, she's been a blessing to know now! And she's the best bloodhound our class could ask for! Currently, we have about 107 signed up for the reunion and hoping even more will register before the August 1 deadline. See you there!
The other night I was talking on the phone with my younger brother, Ernie Elmer, when two things occured to me. One: my mother gave each of her first three sons a middle name that began with the letter E. Earl. Eugene. Elmer. Good old red neck country names I think. I'm the "Eugene" and the only whiteboy I know to get such a name. I and my two brothers should consider ourselves lucky, our greatgrandfather was named Elijah. But the second thing occured when I mentioned to Ernie that I was planning on attending my 50th reunion next month. "You know Steve I have never attended one reunion. Never went to one sporting event when I was in school. And today know absolutely no one I went to school with. And really don't care much about that stuff." Ernie got caught in the white flight of the late sixties. My older Sis and brother both graduated SOC. After I matriculated (some character named Mike Johnson from the class of 62 told me to 'wax eloquent' as I bore you on this website) my Mom and Dad, two younger brothers and a baby sister moved to Pleasant Grove. Ernie had gone to Bushman and OW Holmes and suddenly found himself among strangers at a school called Samuel. Never fit in. May surprise some of you out there that not all groups are what you might call "welcoming" when a newbie appears. So Ernie stayed on the fringe of his class for three years, made acceptable grades and skipped all senior activities. Makes me sad but there were probably kids like that at SOC as well. Those of us who had been going to school with the same friends since first grade probably excluded them from as much as possible. Who are you and where did you come from? No wonder some of our classmates do not appreciate being found by the great Martha Speaks and her team. She does a great job by the way but she can tell you some stories about some of the people she "finds." Keep up the good work, Martha, and God bless you. We'll have a couple hundred at our reunion next month. We will laugh and remember this and that and talk about how good she or he looks after all these years. We'll talk about some of those who slipped into eternity over the last 50 years and wonder why them and not me? The Debs will congregate. Football stars will recall their glory days. Band members will laud Mr. Arnold. Those of us who were just faces in the crowd will watch and enjoy seeing the old groups, group once again. And life goes on and we will start thinking about the 60th in 2024. And I think again about Ernie Elmer and the fact he never did any of this. You missed a lot of fun, Ern. Memories.
Comments: Registrations for the reunion are picking up somewhat, but we still have not even reached 100! I know there are many issues effecting our class now - health, difficulty traveling, etc. - but surely we can at least reach the 100 mark out of a graduating class of 600+! And if you are coming to the reunion and have some mementos you'd like to share (elementary, Jr. and/or high school), bring them and we'll display them - there will probably be a cheerleader uniform and megaphone on display, a Deb uniform, a Zumwalt drill team uniform, school jackets, football game bulletins, even an elementary school newsletter.
Comments: I noticed on 64 website that Sandi Munro had passed away. She and I had a long term relationship starting when she was at Zumwalt & I was soph. at Soc. I can remember her like it was yesterday. While I have not seen her in many yrs.I am still sad that she is gone. I heard long ago that she married a pilot & moved to New Zealand(she was airline stu). Does anyone know what happened to her? She was only 68.--something must have been wrong. Please email me at Jmygogators@aol.com. Thanks in advance--Mike
Comments: Don't slight yourself, Steve---just take a valium and wax eloquent! Check out my post on the '62 about the 'big bangers'. When I read about it I was particularly gratified that the scientific approach to EVERYTHING is not so...uhhhh, scientific.
Comments: Hot air,Mike, all hot air. I think I'm one of the few people from the class of 1964 that lives such a boring life that he has nothing to do but write. Yes, I have been asked to drop back and be quiet for a while and then my imagination spills over and here I go again. I am being treated for it and trust my shrink will one day have me lucid enough to just sit and stare out the window. But for now I am the windpipe. We don't have the lively ten or twelve contributors you guys have on the 62 site. I love to stick my nose in over there occasionally because you guys have some interesting banter. Over here we do birthdays. Deaths. Reunion info. And my meaningless (and hopefully harmless) drivel.
Comments: Hello, young'ns---this is the first time I have ventured outside of the '62 site---it is amazing how few of you I know in that we are only a couple of years apart. It goes to show how the 'pecking order' worked in high school. At first glance, it appears Steve F. is sort of the main 'windpipe'. Is that right Steve?
Comments: HELP!!! Once again I have volunteered to search for our missing bears. With the help of John Southworth (63) and Tim Freeman, we've located a few. The 50th reunion will be here before we know it. I know that not all classmates will attend the reunion but they should all be invited. I'm wondering if they're all living in another country or in the Witness Protection Program. Please look over our "Missing Bears" list and let me know if you remember anything about any of these classmates. Did they have any siblings? Who did they hang out with? Who did they marry? Where did they move to?
Ever since I was old enough to read baseball box scores I have been an insatiable reader. Mostly good stuff but then some junk too. I had two older siblings, Shirley, SOC 59, and Larry, SOC 61, and I spent lots of time reading their yearbooks. I knew more about Morris Rose, football star at SOC in the late fifties, and the Sutton sisters, beautiful girls from my brother’s era, than I did Charles Dickens. I always was fascinated by the Seniors section and the various activities each senior participated in. Some would have twenty things written down from National Honor Society to Roller Skating Club to Usher. “Usher?” For what? Church? A teacher’s wedding? Oh well, I knew I wanted a bunch of things beside my name if I ever made it. So I joined everything I could. Even tried to join the basketball team and would have if Bruce Norman hadn’t told me there was no place for a five foot tall kid who couldn’t dribble. I have even read through our 1964 yearbook more than once. On page 214 is a picture of the “Rifle Team” with 14 members and a Sweetheart. I find it interesting that I went to SOC three years and met a lot of people in a lot of different sittings and I don’t think I know one person on that page. Not one. Are you kidding me? Are you sure that was the SOC Rifle Team and where did they practice, in the tree line out past the football field? Now I’m not saying I was a big shot and didn’t have time to meet the Rifle Team. But holy cow, I know somebody or have at least had a class with somebody in every group. Not this one. Oh well, I’m sitting here letting this unbridled imagination of mine run and I’m wondering how it would be if instead of our brief past accomplishments were listed beside our name, our future was listed in those lines. Right here you can imagine hearing the Twilight Zone music. For instance; Irvin Holland--Survived Viet Nam. Went hippy in 1975. Started his own company in 1990. Millionaire today. Alvin Hooten--jazz band, once played with Woody Allen’s band in the Queens. Mary Hill--College professor of Psychology. Michael Mann--owns three restaurants in San Francisco. Randy Rollins--top blackjack dealer in Las Vegas for fifteen years. Steve Foster--fell in with bad company and spent most of his life behind bars for crimes he didn’t commit. Okay, I don’t know any of the above mentioned 1964 grads except the last one. If I have offended any of them with my goofy imagination I apologize and hope they don’t sue me. However, I’m still having trouble with that Rifle Club thing.
Comments: WHERE IS EVERYONE? ONLY 23 ARE REGISTERED FOR THE 50TH REUNION. MY GOODNESS!! WE NEED MANY, MANY MORE OF YOU TO REGISTER. LAST DAY FOR REGISTRATION IS AUGUST 1, BUT PLEASE DON'T WAIT UNTIL THE LAST MINUTE! REGISTRATION FORM ON THIS WEBSITE. THE 50TH REUNION ONLY HAPPENS ONCE!!
Comments: Thanks, Steve Foster, for your comments about previous reunions. Yes, we're all 68 years old now - indeed, where did the time go? But we should all take a moment - especially the weekend of August 15-16 - to just slow down and relax and enjoy a reunion of friends and memories. Yes, it'll be deep into the summertime of Texas, and we're holding the event a bit earlier in the year than we have in the past. So many of our classmates are grandparents and are very involved in their grandkids' activities, so the committee decided we'd hold the reunion before school starts. So, despite the heat factor we hope many, many of you will attend, since the 50th will only happen once!
Comments: I skipped the first two reunions our class had. Something about having three babies within five years of graduation had me quite busy when the letters came. And money? No way, every last penny was going for diapers and baby formula. You know the routine. Even if you have only seen it in movies where some loser and his young wife are struggling trying to keep the rent paid and the car running. Wasn't long after the tenth reunion when one of our star Golden Bear football players and I had a chance meeting at a grocery store in DeSoto. He was a bigshot lawyer. I was a littleshot laborer. We didn't have a lot in common. Never did have really, except we went to the same high school. "Foster you should have seen the girls at the reunion," he told me as he discussed the best party I never made. "Some of them have put on so much weight, you wouldn't believe it. Bottoms two feet wide!" He didn't say bottoms. We laughed. Sort of a weird laugh since he and I both had sizable bellies of our own at the time. I guess it's all in the perspective. Anyway, ten years and two more kids later I'm able to make the 20th reunion and it's fantastic. We're all 38 years old, most of us had been on at least a diet or two and we looked pretty good. We danced. We laughed. I planned to be at the 30th but dropped with a heart attack while jogging about two weeks before the event and doctors orders and wife's threats kept me in bed instead. The 40th was a very relaxed good time. By then we were all 58, didn't care all that much about our waist line or our bank account and just sat around with old friends and recalled days of bomb drills and pep rallies. Drive ins and cars we once drove. Even shared some medical problems we had endured. I left the 40th with a good feeling about the class. Old friends really were important and just seeing them and remembering them was a pleasant fulfilling experience. Now the 50th is coming at us. And we are 68 years old. Good grief. What happened to our youth? It really did evaporate like the grass of the field. And yet I am an old man and I am happy. I am content. I am retired and sit here at this computer writing story after story, book after book, letter after letter. Stuff that probably no one but my wife will ever read. God bless that gorgeous woman. I hope she never loses her eyesight, her good looks and her sense of humor. Just some rambling from an old man thinking about his 50th high school reunion. God bless each of you and your families and I hope to see you there.
My step-mom, Nondas Wright, passed away 4/3/14. She & my dad (Doyce Wright) attended lots of SOC games & were special friends of the James & Rusty Poston family. I am trying to reach Cindi Poston Holcomb & Marla Poston to let them know. Sunday 3-4 viewing, Johnson & Moore Funeral Home, 631 West Woodard Street
Denison, TX 75020 903-465-3345 and Graveside ceremony Monday 11 am
My step-mom, Nondas Wright, passed away 4/3/14. She & my dad (Doyce Wright) attended lots of SOC games & were special friends of the James & Rusty Poston family. I am trying to reach Cindi Poston Holcomb & Marla Poston to let them know. Sunday 3-4 viewing, Johnson & Moore Funeral Home, 631 West Woodard Street
Denison, TX 75020 903-465-3345 and Graveside ceremony Monday 11 am
Oakwood Cemetery in Denison on Travis Street
Shannon Morehouse
03/26/14
Comments:
Martha Jean Hodkinson Klingenberg of Grapevine passed away Friday, March 21, 2014, at home. Memorial gathering: 5 to 7 p.m. Thursday in the Parish Hall at St. Francis Catholic Parish, 861 Wildwood Lane, Grapevine. Memorials: In lieu of flowers, please consider a tribute to Best Friends Animal Society in Kanab, Utah, bestfriends.org. She was born Aug. 16, 1946. She was preceded in death by her father, John H. Hodkinson; and her brother, John R. Hodkinson. Survivors: Her husband, Donald Joseph Klingenberg of Grapevine; mother, Hazel Hodkinson of Dallas; and daughter, Jan Klingenberg, son-in-law, Parrish Gunnels, and granddaughters, Ally and Sydney, all of Coppell.
Hospice day for Mama, which means slower pace and more time to be on this computer. I'm shocked when I notice how much time lapses between visits here. Where does the time go?
Today I'm saddened to learn that we lost Martha Hodkinson, a forever Deb sister. Shannon will probably post memorial details later. I was recently thinking of Martha and hoping to see her again at our 50th reunion. We haven't been together since the last reunion. And isn't this the new reality of our group - with each year we lose more friends.
August will be a special time to reconnect and share our memories of SOC. Hugs, kisses, laughter and a few tears will remind us once again how special we are to a group of classmates with whom we have shared so much. As I tell my sons, my school friends have known me longer than any other people in my life other than my parents and siblings. I love you!! And I want to see you in August.
Comments: What a nice tribute to what sounds like a very nice man. Being a Lisbon kid, I never wandered that far to get a haircut. Wish I had. My barber shop was often full of old men who liked to tease little kids. I knew Tim because we had drafting class together. He was helpful and always treated me as a classmate. Never pulled the "upperclassman" thing. I guess I never really knew Tim, I was impressed by him and always thought well of him. A good Dad often shows through good kids. There are exceptions, but when are there not?
Comments: On a typical Saturday morning in the very early 1950's, Earl Foster would peel off two hard earned dollars and give it to my older brother Larry--who was about 9 at the time--and tell him to get himself, Steve and Ernie a haircut. It was cool for me and Larry to pair up for a trip to the barber but not cool to have to take along a five year old brother. After all it's hard to throw a football, steal a peach off a neighbor's tree or ride a bicycle like Evel Knievel if you got to be responsible for a slobbery little brother. So we would walk. Making Ernie walk ten or twelve feet in front of us so we could make sure he didn't bolt and also not hear any of our important discussion about the Horne sisters. The Honey Springs Barber Shop was in a little strip of shops along Bonnieview Road, just before the church on the corner at Overton. Walking in the barber shop was glorious. We were among the men. And we too were men, just small men at the time. But our barber shop had something most others never had. Besides the smell of Four Roses or whatever that wonderful manly smell was, we had a barber who picked the guitar and sang. Mr. Freeman was a tall man with lots of really nice wavy hair who sort of reminded me of a cross between Andy Griffith and Rock Hudson. Handsome but always humble and smiling. And singing. It was like having Johnny Cash for a barber. We wanted to sit there and listen to him play but evetually he would put his nice looking guitar down and we would crawl up into the big chair, one by one, and get clipped. He talked in a soft drawl and would ask us about school and Dad and if we'd been fishing lately. Just men talk. Larry would pay up for us, probably about fifty cents a piece,and Mr. Freeman would give us a piece of Double Bubble and we thought that was the neatest thing a barber could do. Who else gave you Double Bubble for just doing business with them? Heck, I couldn't hardly wait for the next hair cut. Life went on and about fifty years later Mr. Freeman's oldest son, Tim, whom I have known and been friends with since first grade, gave me a tape of Mr. Freeman singing for the residents of a nursing home he was visiting. I value that tape. I would always ask Tim when I saw him or talked or texted, how the Barber was doing? He did fine for a long time. Cut a lot of hair. Sang a lot of songs. He slipped away this week and departed Earth. He leaves behind a great family, two sons and a daughter he was so proud of, and several successful grandchildren and great grandchildren. Many friends along the way. And many many old guys like me who remember the barber shop and the singing barber who cut our hair. When the angels come for me I hope my legacy is nearly as good. He was a gentleman who treated everyone the right way. I still sing one of his songs to my grandkids: "My poppa's name was Ferd and my Mama's name was Liza. Put 'em both together and they named me Ferd a Liza. Fertilizer. Fertilizer. Put 'em both together and they named me Ferd a Liza."
Comments: I just wanted to pass thus on to your class, Tim Freeman's dad Cecil Freeman 92 years young, passed away this afternoon. Arrangements will be made at Sunnyvale Funeral Home. Prayers for Tim and his family at this sad day.
Comments: Say Steve, I knew Shelton Mitchell from he high through high school and further in life. He may not have excelled in sports of any nature but sure scored big with the girls in his black corvette. He married his long time girlfriend Judy McCain from class of 65. We (James Turner from Adamson) double dated with them from the 9th grade until our senior year. Shelton and Judy made millions in their business now run by Shelton Jr. Before Shelton passed away he bought Judy a brand new red corvette and a amethyst ring the size of a silver dollar. He doted on her up until he passed away. They had a once in a lifetime fairy tale life. He turned out to be one of the good guys and loved his family dearly.
Comments: Fifteen years ago I started a daily journal. Only a boring, lethargic person could maintain a journal over that long a period. And yet here I sit. Telling myself what I did yesterday in a book that no one but myself will ever read. Come to think of it I have published two books that I think I was the only one who ever read either. I was sitting in a Seattle hospital room a couple of years ago, waiting for our 9th grandchild to be born and had laid the book I was reading (War and Peace) on the bedside table of my daughter in law who was in labor. Her best friend walked in, saw the size of the book and said, "My gosh, who is reading that? They must be the most boring person in the world!" Hence my title. I also have a morbid habit of writing in my 1964 yearbook whenver one of our classmates passes away. I scribbled in it when Kenny Hicks was killed on an Oak Cliff street as a Dallas cop. I noted when my first grade buddy Billy Relf died in a jungle in Asia in 67. And have continued to do so for 50 years. When Shannon mentioned Wesley Munselle I made my notes and then I thought back to the last time I saw Wesley. He was a small strong kid with a ready smile. He tried to play baseball but there wasn't too much a guy 5 foot tall could do in high school baseball. He and I enjoyed trying out. He went all out but Harold Lee Hughes just couldn't see the value of having a little guy like him around. So, like it happened in high school and like it happens in life today, you usually lose touch when someone leaves your niche. Me and Wesley didn't have much in common after he didn't make the team so we probably never said a dozen words to each other again. As it happens one day I happened to drop in to a barbershop in west Oak Cliff and there stood Wesley, a barber. I don't know what he went on to do for a life career but at the time he was cutting hair. We had a few laughs, talked about baseball and Harold Lee, whom most of us thought to be a dud head and laughed at behind his back. Never saw Wesley again. It was sort of like the time I was delivering mail on South Central Expressway, dropped into an office of a trucking firm and ran into Shelton Mitchell. Saw Wesley, had some good laughs at old memories, just like I did with Shelton. Two really nice guys who didn't excel at much in high school. Shelton left this world sometime thereafter and now Wesley. I also noted from Facebook that our classmate Thelma Petrick, a cute quiet girl in unattractive glasses, passed away about two months ago. Me and my record keeping. I told my gorgeous spouse when I check out, just make an entry in the yearbook that the old man left with the angels and then pull out my journal, make a few notes and then write in bold.....Final Entry (until Resurrection.)
Comments: Sandra White Darrow just notified me that Wesley Munselle passed away 2/23/14 from cancer. Perhaps some of you were aware of that fact from Facebook. Wesley was Sandra's daughter's father-in-law. So sad to lose another classmate. Sandra also mentioned that David Ray passed away a couple of years ago. As time goes on, so do we......
Comments: Steve, I know it has been a while, but I do enjoy your ruminations. I have a ton of things running around in this old bald head, but putting them down in print eludes me.
I recently saw a picture of my Dad, my Aunt Bonnie, and two of my uncles standing beside my parent's brand new 1958 Dodge Custom Royal hardtop. I tried to explain to some young people what it was like living on Springview in the 40's, 50's and 60's, but I had a hard time explaining to them just how free and homey it was. I also have a hard time getting them to understand how much trouble I got into for telling my Dad that "I GOT DOWN off my horse and stepped into a pile of SHIFTING sand. Daring, huh?
Rock & Roll Show featuring ELVIS tribute artist Donny Edwards.
Saturday March 22, 2014 7 pm Tickets $20.00
Arlington Music Hall, 224 North Center Street, Arlington, TX 76011 Box office 817-226-4400
I found Donny Edwards on YouTube and he looks and sounds very good:
There are several places to eat nearby. The best place for a group to eat before the show is The Grease Monkey on the next block. We have attended several shows at Arlington Music Hall in the past couple of years & all have been excellent. The old theater was remodeled a few years ago. It is extremely nice. Parking is free, but I recommend getting a parking space no later than 4:30 pm, so it would be best to eat nearby. My husband graduated from Arlington High & they had a get together last year. It was a 60's show & we ate at The Grease Monkey. You walk up to the counter, order & pay before you find a seat. It also has a bar. It would be best to start walking to Arlington Music Hall no later than 6:30 pm. They will not seat you past curtain time.
There is also Babe's Chicken next door on the north side of the theatre & a very nice pizza place next door to the south. We have eaten at both & they are also very good, just may not be able to handle a very large group where everyone could sit together.
Maybe we could get a group together to attend? Or wear a gold and white flower (or something) to the
We have lost another dear teacher, Dan Rose on January 31, 2014. I not only knew Dan as a fantastaic teacher who came to most of our reunions but a wonderful dear Christian man, father and husband. He and Shirley raised two wonderful Christian boys whom I had the priviledge of calling my kids for many years. The Rose family has found comfort in knowing Dan is now face to face with God and in loving arms of Jesus Christ. However, they will miss him on this earth and need our prayers. Here is his information The funeral for Dr. Dan Rose will be Tuesday 4:00 Cliff Temple Baptist Church - 10th and Zang - Oak Cliff. Visitation Monday evening 6-8 Jeter and Son Funeral Home 4830 W. Illinois, across from Mt. View College
Comments: On trying to have conversations with grand children that really matter. Conversations that matter. All grandchildren matter: The number of is nine. Five girls. Four boys. Oldest 18. Youngest 3. They call me Papa. So it's usually like this. "Papa, what did you like to do when you were a little kid?" Have chinaberry fights and climb trees. Ride bikes and play baseball. Scrub not little league. No uniforms required. "Papa, what was your favorite tv show?" Mickey Mouse Show. (Annette) Saturday morning westerns. Ozzie and Harriet. "Papa, did you get a car when you were a teenager?" Yep, a 59 Chevy station wagon first and then a 59 Belair, bought from Tommy Windham's brother. Neither one was mine. Dad owned them both and kept them both. At 19 I had no wheels except the city bus. "Papa, did you have to go to church when you were a kid?" Absolutely. Sunday morning, Sunday school, and Sunday night. And every night of the week if there was a Revival."Papa, are you afraid of dying?" Well, I don't guess I would say I am afraid necessarily since I am a Christian and believe I will live forever in Heaven. But I guess I am nervous a little bit about it since I haven't ever done it before and have never talked to anyone who has. "Papa, did you have any best friends in school?" Gosh yes. A bunch. Just the other day I went to the memorial service for my first football coach way back in 1957 and there were six of my best friends there. Six guys I started to first grade with in 1952 at WWBushman. And they are still the same people they were the day I met them on the playground. Just taller and wider and a few more wrinkles. And they walk slower. "Papa, I'm getting bored asking you these questions. You want to play some games?" Sure, as long as I don't have to get in the floor and you won't get mad if I beat you.
Comments: I read where some little second grade boy got suspended for kissing a female school mate on the cheek. Just a little peck on the cheek but a second offense and the little fellow is home alone. No school for a few days for lover boy. I'm thinking back to my first three years at WWBushman and I'm thinking I would have definitely been in alternate school a time or two. Probably breaking rocks by the fourth grade. I had a problem. It's taken me 60 years to admit it but confession does a lot for the soul and I'm finally coming clean. I know, Bruce Bratton, this website is not the place for psycho therapy or self help, but oh well, it's Christmas, the end of another year, I'm feeling all warm inside and just feel like clearing the conscience. For some reason I could never quite explain to myself or my shrink (yes, I had a shrink at one time, so what?) I wanted to kiss the girls when I was first grade. All I had to do was find one sweet enough to indulge me. Suzan Horne and Betty Gibbs definitely told me to get lost. Susan Murray and Jo Van Meter were kind enough to listen to my bull but in the end they were wise enough to tell the little pest no. Now Darlene Wilson and Brenda Thomas were two of my sweethearts. They found me either charming or just plain insistent to the bitter end and they complied. And of course I fell in love with both of them. At age seven. Yep, I kissed one of the two (or on good days, both) on the cheek every day for the entire first grade year. I thought about adding Darlene's twin, Charlene, to my group but she gave me the drop dead stare and I didn't bother to go down that street. This went on for years until I finally realized what a pest I was being with the girls and decided to act a bit more normal. So when I read about the kissing second grader who got suspended it took me back to my romantic years of childhood and I felt sorry for the little guy. We all got to learn, kid. So there it is. My true confession. Not exactly a Christmas card but from the heart nonetheless. Memories.
Comments: The SOC Christmas Luncheon scheduled for December 8 has been postponed. The new date is Sunday, December 15. Hopefully, the weather will cooperate next weekend! Details for the party can be found on the Class of '63 website (www.soc63.com) and click on "Events".
Shannon Morehouse
12/05/13
Comments: Thank you, Sandy, for the information on the service for Robert. Very sad news.
Comments: For those of you wanting the info on Robert Mitchell, this is what David Mitchell gave me & I posted it on our website GB.
Robert Mitchell '64, had a heart attack on Tues, 11-26. He & his bro David saw ea other on Sun B4 Thanksgiving & Robert was coming to David's hse for Thanksgiving. David cld him all day Wed and no answer. He finally cld Apt Mgr & she went down to ck. Next thing David got was a call from police saying they had found Robert in his apt deceased. They found a receipt on the counter dated Tue, so they believe he passed away some time Tue & was found late Wed. Here are the arrangements.
Family Visitation: Wed, Dec 4th - 6 to 8pm at Laura Land Funeral Home. They have asked for donations to Toys for Tots instead of flowers. There will be a box there with Robert's name on it to accept donations or toys. Services: Thursday, Dec 5 at Noon at Laura Land F.H. Burial: Thursday, Dec 5 will be at the DFW Veteran's Cemetery following the services at Laura Land.
Please keep David & his family in your prayers as it has been a rough few yrs for them and this was unexpected and devastating.
Comments: David, very sorry to hear of your loss. Thank you for taking time to notify the class of Robert's passing. Your brother was a fine boy back in the "olden days" as my grand children call them. Robert and I worked together as sports writers for the school paper, The Bear Tracks, and knew each other in several other classes. He was a first class person, always friendly and just seemed like a kind individual. I hope Robert had a happy and fulfilling life and was able to have a career that he enjoyed. God bless you and Robert's family in the days ahead.
Comments: Friends. My name is David Mitchell ,class of 66. My brother Robert class of 64 was found passed away in his Apartment last week. you may e mail me for more info. I will also post here when I have more info. mitchellda4@hotmail.com
Comments: SOC Annual Christmas Luncheon will be on Sunday, December 8th at 1:00 pm. Go to soc63.com events page to get more details. See you there! Happy Thanksgiving!
