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MHS Class of 1964 Classmate Input |
Memories of (and Challenges to) the Class of ‘64By Pat Gayman Bates (7/26/04)Our recent reunion of 40 years was so very much fun!!!! To meet “old” friends and recall the many things we had done!! But ladies, how could we have let the MEN be the only ones to recall the past ???? Although they had good times, we must remember that we girls had a blast!!!!!! I am sorry that I didn‘t say a thing, (What a surprise, if you recall me in high school at all!! ) So to correct that, I’d like to give a challenge to the Class of 64.…… one and all. To put, on this website, in whatever manner is suitable to your taste, desire and time Some of YOUR memories………pictures, prose, a poem, or even add to mine! Let’s create a web page that is as alive with memories of the Class of 64! (With our age, print, rather than recall, might be the place where memories are best stored!) At our 40th reunion, Miss Gerke got quite a razzing from our memories Seems she was the ultimate teacher to make our hearts “freeze”! But we didn’t recall other teachers who impacted our simple, unfocused lives They had faith we’d grow up, make a difference, and be wonderful husbands and wives. Miss Lance, with her love of journalism, helped us record the history of Moscow High And to see Mrs. Schmike, upon hearing of President Kennedy’s death, break down and cry. Mrs. Warren sternly teaching us girls about “appropriate 60’s beauty” To NEVER be seen with curlers in our hair was our ultimate womanly duty! Firm but fun Mrs. Hungerford would keep her eyes on each of us as she’d speak Not a flirting glance to a guy or an “important” note could we sneak Being a teacher myself, those teachers in a much different light I now see For they were strong and understanding of how teenagers needed to be! The MHS emblem on the front of our pep sweaters.. right there over our “limited” chests And down below those tight, tight black skirts, which put even walking to the test! We piled our hair so very high, eye shadow so thick it was difficult to blink Even though we looked “so hot” our teachers had the audacity to require us to think! Speaking of scholastic aptitude….. seems it wasn’t the priority in our years at Moscow High With boys and girls and hormones flowing, learning took second place to that cute looking guy! It was quite hard to read Shakespeare with any great understanding or feeling When that guy sitting next to you sent your heart and head reeling And who really cared if a participle dangled or a verb was tense? The really important thing was…who were you with at the last dance? The mixers were the only reason we actually attended school Where the music would rock and the guys were quite “cool” Where 30 girls would cram into the bathroom to check our hair And one more potent squirt of Tigress perfume would permeate the air! If the guys wouldn’t ask us to dance, as they seemed to have feet of clay Then we girls-with each other- would dance the night away! (Many a slumber party was actually a dance class in disguise Oh the things we girls did just to get the attention of the guys!) To us , dancing was the very best of all sports. As we’d stroll, jerk, Watusi, and do twists of all sorts! Remember the bon fires, the pep rallies, our “rah-rahs” for Moscow High The pep club cheering as the cheerleaders went bouncing and leaping by Remember the many games we girls faithfully attended and cheered till our throats were sore? Were we true sportswomen.... of course we were not.... we rarely even knew the score! Our lives were truly unfocused, our world was so totally consumed with the subject of boys Long phone calls, slumber parties, dating and taking long walks at midnight were our joys! I now.. these many years later.. understand why our parents would shake their heads and say “Whatever is happening to the children of today????” I recall one of our greatest joys was learning how to drive It gave us freedom.… scared the older folks…. and made us feel alive! Remember the six girls in my mom’s tiny Metropolitan … that would actually hold only one? Linda was trying to learn to drive a stick shift up the hill on 7th street. We were having such fun! Until my dad, coming home from a long day of work, came driving up that very same street The ensuing lecture from my raging, red-faced father was anything but sweet!! The time I borrowed dad’s car so a bunch of us could go to a dance in town And the trouble I was in when footprints… on the car’s roof… my father found! Now that we’re in the “real world”, we can clearly see our “world of ‘64” was quite small And yet, 40 years later, those times still mean so very much to us all!! Life’s all about relationships..and we certainly formed them well in ‘64 So in another five years…in 2009...let’s all meet back together for more!!!!!!!!!!!! |