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.
From my cousin – I learned something I did not know before. The video at the link is great!
Most of us have memories of this happening but here is a well put together video of the time.
Although Don McClean only released the song in 1971, for those of us who grew up in the 50’s and 60’s this is a great piece with some very poignant moments in the history of those times. And for those of you who did not, it’s a taste of what you missed! “American Pie” was the name of the plane in which Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and The Big Bopper were killed when it crashed in 1958. I have listened to American Pie for many years and I thought I understood what was being sung but now realize that I didn’t!
However, when the words are put together with pictures and film clips the song takes on a new meaning. It took a lot of thought to produce this and it brings back lots of memories and also makes the lyrics really come alive!
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
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…
We have all seen many of those nostalgic slideshows that remind us of the good old days when things were simpler. Bill Moak, a LHS classmate, posted this on Facebook. It takes us back to those days in a somewhat different manner.
Post a comment and us know what you thought. Did it bring back fond memories?
Looking forward to seeing those of you joining us for our 55-Year Reunion on September 15th.
Until next time.
I took this video with a VHS camcorder at our picnic the day after our 20th Reunion. That was some thirty-five years ago! The quality sucks, but even with that we all looked good AND very young.
I recognize most everyone in the video. There is even a clip or two of some of our kids.
It was fun for me to look at this again.
Remember, the deadline for your paid RSVP is August 15th.
We hope you all can make it!
I stumbled onto this post by Vickie Canulli in the Leuzinger High School group. It was posted in 2010. Thanks, Vickie!
In September, Leuzinger 1963 classmates, Gerald Miwa, Gary Crone, Shigeru Watanabe, Steve Mortenson, Norman Kajikawa (65), and I met in Santa Fe, NM to go on a week-long road trip in NM, AZ, and CO.
This video was shot and produced by Gerald. It captures what was described as the highlight of the trip by him and the others. I can see why. Unfortunately I headed for home one day early and missed out on the experience. My bad.