Classmate, Suyze Lawson has shared a great set of pictures that really bring back memories from years gone by. I have to admit there were a couple that I did not recognize. But I do not think it was because I was not old enough. 🙂
If you live anywhere near the South Bay, you really should check this out. I have gone for the past 10 years or so. It is 8 hours of Bob Dylan songs, with no repeats, and performed by 60 musicians. It is hosted by Andy and Renee and their band Hard Rain.
Go to the link in the above for more info. If you plan to go, let me know, I would love to meet your there for a day of music and catching up.
Below is a sample of the music you will hear at Dylanfest.
Here is the link to their website where you can find out more about them and Dylanfest 29.
I saw in Facebook that Mr. Milling passed away on January 16, 2019. He was born on December 26, 1930. He was the swimming/water polo coach. Many in our class knew him as Mike in the years since our graduation.
I received this in an email from Suzye Lawson. I found it funny and to some extent somewhat sad.
Lost Words from our childhood:
Mergatroyd! Do you remember that word? Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd? Heavens to Mergatroyd!
The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said, “What the heck is a Jalopy?” He had never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old … But not that old.
Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included: Don’t touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record, and Hung out to dry.
Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker, to straighten up and fly right.
Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!
We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley; and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.
Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.
We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, “Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” Or, “This is a fine kettle of fish!” We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink, and they’re gone. Where have all those great phrases gone?
Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter’s Little Liver Pills are gone too!)
We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging.
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth…
See ya later, alligator! Okidoki.
You’ll notice they left out “Monkey Business”!!!
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50’S … NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN … WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES, CREATED FOR US BY THE “GREATEST GENERATION!”
….OK if crawling under school desks for nuclear attack drills, the Cold War is peaceful and comfortable…..but the cars and the music were keen!
Until next time…
Somehow, I have managed to save all of my class photos we used to get each year beginning in kindergarten through the eighth grade. I went Williams and then Yukon Intermediate. I posted these on Facebook a few weeks ago, and received quite a few comments and valuable information regarding classmates I have long since forgotten.
I know most of you were not in my classes or did not even go to the same schools, but some of you were, at least in some. Even if we did not go to the same grade schools, I thought you may find it interesting to see what some of our LHS Class 1963 classmates looked like as little kids.
I chose to post them here as well, since most of you do not appear to be on Facebook. If I have mangled the spelling of anyone’s name or misidentified someone, please email me the corrections. If you see someone you know, and I did not identify them, please let me know that as well. For those who have seen them on Facebook, I have included corrections and new information regarding the names.
For those of you who have class photos from your grade school, and would like to share them here, you can email them to me at email@example.com.
Here is the link to the Flickr Album.
Until next time…
For those of you who were not able to make it to our 55th class reunion at Jerry and Beverly Charles’ home, you missed a wonderful time.
However, sadly I heard there that our classmate, Dennis Parker had passed away on August 6th. I had missed the more timely posts on Facebook.
You can read more about Dennis at the link below.
Stay tuned for photos from the reunion, for those who have not already seen them on Facebook.
Until next time…