Thank you for this email and all the Class of ’63 info.  We’re sending you a YOUTUBE link to our new band video of our concert in Laughlin, NV on 12/31/11. You can share it with as many classmates as you like.  I think they would get a kick out of it, seeing as how I’m still rockin’ after all these years, and now my two daughters are working with Phil and me!!!!  “

Here is the YouTube video Tina is referring to.

By the way, Tina is on the left–hard to tell at times.

As you know, our former Sports Queen was a regular on Dick Clark’s “Where the Action Is” TV show. Back then she met and married Phil “Fang” Volk, one of the original members of Paul Revere and the Raiders.

Tina and Phil also have a Facebook fan page called FANG ALLIANCE NEW GENERATION (F.A.N.G.).There are additional cool videos and information there. It’s an open group, but you do need to be on Facebook to view it.

If that is the case, please leave a comment or email Don Stouder at donstouder@ca.rr.com and let us know how we can contact them. If you are on the list, please do the same. You do not want to be like Tom Sawyer.

Our 50th Reunion is not that far off. It is not too early to begin searching for our classmates who have gone missing.

To see the list, CLICK HERE.

Thanks a lot.

The exchange started with the poem at the bottom of this post that Marvin had forwarded to us.

Phil,

Remember when we got in trouble for “acting up” at the Malt Shop?

You know the place where you had to wait 30 minutes for a cheeseburger and a chocolate malt and it was worth it. Les was the barber and his sister ran the malt shop. What was with her? What was with Les? In this day and age the sister would be in some type of “home” and Les would probably be “registered”.

Marvin
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Marv and Phil,

I really liked the 50s version of email. It brings back fond memories.

I too went to the malt shop a lot growing up. Mrs. Grizell was the mother. I did not call it the Malt Shop. It was Mrs. Grizell’s to me. As I remember her, she had red hair. Her son, Les had the barber shop next store. For some reason my mom did not like the way he cut my hair, so I went to Chuck’s on Yukon. The magazines were better there anyway. Mrs. Grizell’s plain looking daughter, who worked in the malt shop was named Chickie. I call her plain, because she wore very plain dresses.

I don’t remember having to wait a long time when I ate there. Our whole family really liked the food. We used to take out our orders. That was when I learned that if you ate your food there, you had to pay sales tax. If you took it home, there was no tax. Chickie’s cheeseburgers were very good, but my favorite were the tacos at $.30.

I would get mine with hot sauce. One day when I was about nine, I asked for extra hot sauce. I may have said lots of hot sauce. Chickie obliged. That afternoon, there was a Cub Scout meeting at my house, and I attended with zinc oxide on both my upper and lower lips.

Don

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Don and Marv,

Hi guys, boy do I remember “those tacos” to this day. I believe they were the first tacos I’d ever had. My wife Pat makes wonderful tacos but I can still taste those from Lamole  street. In fact, My folks thought I’d marry a Mexican girl just because I ate so many tacos. Oh what memories.

Thanks for sharing our youth. I’ll smile all night!

Phil

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And now for the 50s version of email poem.

1950s version of an E-Mail I have no idea who put this together, but it is wonderful!! Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot, Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot. There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me, For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born, Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn. We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn, We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.. We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince, And Eddie Fisher married Liz , and no one’s seen him since. We danced to ‘Little Darlin,’ and sang to ‘Stagger Lee’ And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me. Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.. And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me. We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice, And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.. We didn’t have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three, Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me. Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp, And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp. Error! Filename not specified. We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T, And Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me. We had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go, At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe. For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be, And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me. We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead, And Airplanes weren’t named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led. And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees, Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me. We’d never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars. And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and ‘gay’ meant fancy-free, And dorms were never co-ed in the Land That Made Me, Me. We hadn’t seen enough of jets to talk about the lag, And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag. And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea, And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me. Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks, And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks. And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee, And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me. We had no Crest with fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues, We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me, Me. There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill, And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill.. And middle-aged was 35 and old was fifty-three, And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me. But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say, And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A. They send us invitations to join AARP, We’ve come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me. So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans, And wonder why they’re using smaller print in magazines.. And we tell our children’s children of the way it used to be, Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me. If you didn’t grow up in the fifties, you missed the greatest time in history. Hope you enjoyed this read as much as I did. If So, PLEASE SHARE!Wow!!!

60-Plus Years Picnic

http://objflicks.com/TakeMeBackToTheSixties.htm

For those of you who are
old enough to remember……………

Seldom have I ever sat down and gone through one of my Pylon’s, but they certainly have proven to be a great reference over the years helping me put names to faces.

Did you know that you can buy a reprinted Pylon from Amazon.com for about $60? I subscribe to Classmates.com and get emails from them titled “The Blast”. I usually ignore them. Today I took a closer look and was led to the following page.

http://www.classmates.com/?miscj=header&

I’m not sure whether non-Classmates.com members can go there and browse like I did or not, so I have no idea whether this link will be useful or not at this point. However, I know that many of you are still listed on Classmates, even though Facebook is the current reigning queen of social networks.

Getting back to lost Pylons, there was also a link that allowed me (and I hope anyone) to browse through Pylons, page-by-page. Again, I am not sure as I write this, whether just anyone can explore a given Pylon or you have to be a paying Classmates subscriber. Anyway, here is the link.

http://www.classmates.com/yearbooks/

If you try it, please let the rest of us know how/if it works for you by leaving a comment.

Below is a somewhat “random” page from the 1960 Pylon. By the way, you do get a pop-up advertisement from Amazon.com each time you view a given Pylon, but you can scroll from page to page uninterrupted. Also, the pages are displayed full screen.

Even if you do not want to replace your Pylons, this may be a way to use them as a reference as you begin to prepare for our 50th Reunion coming up in 2-1/2 years or so.

ADDENDUM: In checking the links out, I discovered that as of right now, only the 1960 Pylon is available. But the site says  more are being added every day.

Check it out on our Class of 1963 Facebook group page below.

http://www.facebook.com/Don26812#!/group.php?gid=116453335038284 

Any thoughts out there?

About a week ago, Mike posted some pictures of it on Facebook. Check them out. You may even see yourself.

Any memories to share about Brothers II?

Here is the link.