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First of all, here's me as a high school senior.
I went to high school in the middle late 60's. When I started, all the girls wore long skirts and by the time I graduated the shorter length skirts were just coming into fashion. The boys were just starting to wear their hair long too, but it hadn't really caught on yet. By the time I graduated it was a wild time, a time of political assassinations, social activism, protests against the Vietnam War, hippies, and it seemed like everyone was using drugs.
The friends I had in those days were good kids, and we spent our time together having good clean fun.
I actually went roller skating, practiced skate boarding, went to football
games, birthday parties and even a hay ride. I never felt like I had enough
friends though, and was always searching for the "Ethel" in my life.
You know, like Lucy and Ethel on the "I Love Lucy" show.
This is my former friend, Deanna. She and I were close friends
in 9th grade and then she and her family moved to Indiana.
I missed her terribly. In my town 9th
grade was the last year of
junior high and when she left I really felt like I didn't
have a
friend anymore. I had transferred from the Catholic grade school
to this
public school and she was the only one to accept me at the new school. For some
reason, the more we spent time together the more her mother thought it was
strange and decided to separate us. I think she misunderstood something because
I sure wasn't corrupting Deanna and she wasn't giving me any strange ideas
either.
This is Becky. I did a horrible thing to her one year and I
have felt bad about it ever since. We had the same lunch
period at school but I had
a lot more friends in another lunch period and I got my lunch time changed.
That left Becky with no one. I was so unsure of myself,
so worried
about my image, that I rationalized that it was okay
to do it to her. If you should
happen to ever see this page Becky,
I am sorry. Thing was, the girls in the
other lunch period
accepted me but weren't as good of friends as Becky. After
high school she got married and moved away. She would still call
me whenever
she came to town. Then slowly we stopped all
connections. Sad.
This is Debbie. She and I were probably best friends the longest. We still got together after high school. She had a boyfriend during high school that I thought was sooo cute, but since we were best friends I looked but didn't touch. The 3 of us went places together, him driving in his little Karmen Ghia (Volkswagen)
Debbie and I went through the giggly stage together too. She and I were both among the very youngest in our class since my birthday was in October and hers was a few days into November. The cut off date was October 31st and her mother had to do some fast talking to get her to start school when she was 5, or 4 if you count kindergarten.
This is Diane. She was a year older than me and much more
mature. When
I think back on it I wonder why she hung out with me, I was pretty
childish.
One thing I remember about her was she had a party that included a hay ride. People used to do that a lot more around here in the "olden days" but they still do it some. I felt bad because I didn't have a boyfriend and hayrides are supposed to be the great opportunity to sneak kisses, etc.
She had a boyfriend, Tom, who she ended up marrying. Tom was a leader with the Boy Scouts and told her once that he had seen a UFO out of town at the Boy Scout camp. What was scary was that Tom was a reliable person, not a bragger.
Okay, I
don't want to hear anything about her hairdo, we all had
strange styles those days, but not as weird as what kids sometimes
wear nowadays.
This is a friend from the neighborhood I lived in, Sharon. She and I hung out during the summers together. Her family often went to Lake Erie on week ends, like many people around here do.
Unfortunately, like some teenage girls, we had a misunderstanding and became enemies for a while. I hated it I wanted to be friends. Finally common sense prevailed and we became friends again.
My parents let him drive one of their cars to school every day and I got to ride with him. Of course his friends who lived close by wanted a ride and I got to ride with all these cute guys. I have scanned pics of a couple of them.
This is Jim and he was so funny. He always had us in stitches laughing so hard from his hysterical comments he would make.
I will tell you something to show how sheltered I was in this little bitty town I am from. Jim is the first black guy I ever talked to. There was only one black guy in my class of 500 and one set of identical twin girls that were black. In fact, I think that either Jim or one of his brothers was the very first black person I ever saw in person. Since he lived within a walking distance of the little neighborhood grocery store, I remember seeing him or a sib there. I was about 8 or so and didn't see him or another black person until high school.
This was Mike, our foreign exchange student from Germany. He too
was a very funny guy.
I used to have so much fun listening to
these guys in the car.
Mike had a notorious bad memory. He didn't
always ride with
us because he lived in the north part of town and
we lived in the
west. One day we drove him home and he forgot
something important
in the backseat and we had to go all the way
back to his house to
return it.
It was a sad day when he went back to Germany knowing we would never see him again.
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