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From: Dick Huddleston
Date: 2/14/2003
Time: 5:18:23 PM
Remote Name: 24.233.57.208
That was a fun time - we could get a package of one-sided (non-folded, no envelope) cards for .50c, and pass them out to our friends... Also, the little candy hearts with funny sayings...maybe they are still around, but I haven't seen any. Nowadays, the mylar balloons and $5.00 cards seem to have taken over. Another holiday commercialized. Sigh.
From: Kyle Hearn
Date: 3/19/2003
Time: 5:41:11 PM
Remote Name: 66.49.33.3
Post It page is back up!
From: Dick Huddleston
Date: 3/21/2003
Time: 5:50:22 AM
Remote Name: 24.233.57.208
Ha! Neither do I! We didn't get one. The local school district is in the middle of a week's vacation, and across the nation many schools are taking a break. They pay for it though - we started school the first day after Labor Day (about Sept 3rd) and here school will start August 7 next term. Nearly a full month's difference. I like a longer summer off better.
From: Dick Huddleston
Date: 3/21/2003
Time: 5:59:25 AM
Remote Name: 24.233.57.208
Although we graduated nine years earlier, some of us knew Coach McBroom. Here's a news article: Craig McBroom, a former Ada High School football coach, died March 9th, 2003. He was 77. He served in the 45th Division during the Korean War. He taught and coached at Ada's Glenwood Elementary School and coached at Ada Junior High School before becoming the head football coach at Ada High in 1959. McBroom guided the Ada Cougars to six state titles over 19 seasons. During his tenure from 1959 to '70 and 1973 to '79, McBroom's teams won 157 games. He is survived by his wife, Ann McBroom; two sons, Gary McBroom and Larry McBroom, both of Ada; a daughter, Patty Harrison of Ada; nine grandchildren; and one great-grandchild.
From: Dick Huddleston
Date: 3/28/2003
Time: 12:30:22 PM
Remote Name: 24.233.57.208
The following was received from Melcena Wallace Osborn, and it seems appropriate to share with the other '50 Grads: Every ten years, as summertime nears, An announcement arrives in the mail, A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand; Make plans to attend without fail. I'll never forget the first time we met; We tried so hard to impress. We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars, And wore our most elegant dress. It was quite an affair; the whole class was there. It was held at a fancy hotel. We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined, And everyone thought it was swell. The men all conversed about who had been first To achieve great fortune and fame. Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses And how beautiful their children became. The homecoming queen, who once had been lean, Now weighed in at one-ninety-six. The jocks who were there had all lost their hair, And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks. No one had heard about the class nerd Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon; Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain; She married a shipping tycoon. The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed" Was serving ten years in the pen, While the one voted "least" now was a priest; Just shows you can be wrong now and then. They awarded a prize to one of the guys Who seemed to have aged the least. Another was given to the grad who had driven The farthest to attend the feast. They took a class picture, a curious mixture Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties. Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini; You never saw so many thighs. At our next get-together, no one cared whether They impressed their classmates or not. The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal; By this time we'd all gone to pot. It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores; We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans. Then most of us lay around in the shade, In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans. By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear, We were definitely over the hill. Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed, And be home in time for their pill. And now I can't wait as they've set the date; Our sixtieth is coming, I'm told. It should be a ball, they've rented a hall At the Shady Rest Home for the old. Repairs have been made on my old hearing aid; My pacemaker's been turned up on high. My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled; And I've bought a new wig and glass eye. I'm feeling quite hearty; I'm ready to party, I'll dance until dawn's early light. It'll be lots of fun; and I hope at least one Other person can make it that night. Author Unknown
From: Dick Huddleston
Date: 3/28/2003
Time: 12:36:17 PM
Remote Name: 24.233.57.208
Below is an email I received from Melcena Wallace Osborn, that we want to share with other '50 Grads: Every ten years, as summertime nears, An announcement arrives in the mail, A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand; Make plans to attend without fail. I'll never forget the first time we met; We tried so hard to impress. We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars, And wore our most elegant dress. It was quite an affair; the whole class was there. It was held at a fancy hotel. We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined, And everyone thought it was swell. The men all conversed about who had been first To achieve great fortune and fame. Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses And how beautiful their children became. The homecoming queen, who once had been lean, Now weighed in at one-ninety-six. The jocks who were there had all lost their hair, And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks. No one had heard about the class nerd Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon; Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain; She married a shipping tycoon. The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed" Was serving ten years in the pen, While the one voted "least" now was a priest; Just shows you can be wrong now and then. They awarded a prize to one of the guys Who seemed to have aged the least. Another was given to the grad who had driven The farthest to attend the feast. They took a class picture, a curious mixture Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties. Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini; You never saw so many thighs. At our next get-together, no one cared whether They impressed their classmates or not. The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal; By this time we'd all gone to pot. It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores; We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans. Then most of us lay around in the shade, In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans. By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear, We were definitely over the hill. Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed, And be home in time for their pill. And now I can't wait as they've set the date; Our sixtieth is coming, I'm told. It should be a ball, they've rented a hall At the Shady Rest Home for the old. Repairs have been made on my old hearing aid; My pacemaker's been turned up on high. My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled; And I've bought a new wig and glass eye. I'm feeling quite hearty; I'm ready to party, I'll dance until dawn's early light. It'll be lots of fun; and I hope at least one Other person can make it that night. Author Unknown
From: Dick Huddleston
Date: 3/28/2003
Time: 12:42:54 PM
Remote Name: 24.233.57.208
The following was received in an email from Melcena Wallace Osborn, and we thought it might be appropriate for us '50 grads: <br> Every ten years, as summertime nears,<br> An announcement arrives in the mail,<br> A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;<br> Make plans to attend without fail.<br><br> I'll never forget the first time we met;<br> We tried so hard to impress.<br> We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,<br> And wore our most elegant dress.<br><br> It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.<br> It was held at a fancy hotel.<br> We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,<br> And everyone thought it was swell.<br><br> The men all conversed about who had been first<br> To achieve great fortune and fame.<br> Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses<br> And how beautiful their children became.<br><br> The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,<br> Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.<br> The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,<br> And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.<br><br> No one had heard about the class nerd<br> Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;<br> Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;<br> She married a shipping tycoon.<br><br> The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"<br> Was serving ten years in the pen,<br> While the one voted "least" now was a priest;<br> Just shows you can be wrong now and then.<br><br> They awarded a prize to one of the guys<br> Who seemed to have aged the least.<br> Another was given to the grad who had driven<br> The farthest to attend the feast.<br><br> They took a class picture, a curious mixture<br> Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.<br> Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;<br> You never saw so many thighs.<br><br> At our next get-together, no one cared whether<br> They impressed their classmates or not.<br> The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;<br> By this time we'd all gone to pot.<br><br> It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;<br> We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.<br> Then most of us lay around in the shade,<br> In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.<br><br> By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear,<br> We were definitely over the hill.<br> Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,<br> And be home in time for their pill.<br><br> And now I can't wait as they've set the date;<br> Our sixtieth is coming, I'm told.<br> It should be a ball, they've rented a hall<br> At the Shady Rest Home for the old.<br><br> Repairs have been made on my old hearing aid;<br> My pacemaker's been turned up on high.<br> My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;<br> And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.<br><br> I'm feeling quite hearty; I'm ready to party,<br> I'll dance until dawn's early light.<br> It'll be lots of fun; and I hope at least one<br> Other person can make it that night.<br><br> Author Unknown
From: Dick Huddleston
Date: 3/28/2003
Time: 12:45:00 PM
Remote Name: 24.233.57.208
I would comment but it isn't appropriate to say those kind of words here. Just 'read between the lines' and you'll get the idea. Our 60th is just 7 years off!
From: Dick H
Date: 5/4/2003
Time: 1:12:04 PM
Remote Name: 24.233.57.208
The following was received in an email from Melcena Wallace Osborn, and we thought it might be appropriate for us '50 grads: <p>Every ten years, as summertime nears, An announcement arrives in the mail, <div>A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand; Make plans to attend without fail.</div>
From: Dick Huddleston
Date: 9/7/2003
Time: 1:40:08 PM
Remote Name: 24.238.242.200
Bill, our webmaster here, advised that Norman Todd has died. I thought I'd share a memory of Norman I had, which is a little unusual. Back in the old days of newspapers (that's B.C. - before computers) newspapers were home-delivered by kids wanting extra money. Norman was a delivery boy. Newspapers came bundled in bulk, with a string around them. The delivery boys were given a ring device they could slip on the finger, with a sharp 'hook' sticking out, and the string could be quickly cut with a hand-swipe. One day in Mrs Richmond's class, Norman sat in front of me. Before I knew it, he had turned around and reached down and sliced through my shoelaces with the ring! Was I mad! Funny the things that come back over the years. Norman, hope you have a laugh on me over that now.