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| Arthur Hillman | June 15, 2011 02:41pm |
| I have thoroughly enjoyed first Mondays ever since I started 4 years ago . The inspiration was and still is Carolyn Jones Goodrum (Callie). I am in total agreeance with Mike Mc. when he states that it such a good feeling to see fellow classmates now. No one has really changed, due to the fact, all I still see are the faces of my classmates that will, forever remain, in my memories of dear ol' Paschal High SChool 1962. | |
| Allen Mccorstin | June 09, 2011 01:07pm |
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All right, fellow
Panthers, “reunion time” is only a few months away! Please take the following multiple-choice exam to see if you
are “ready” for our 50th
reunion. There are no correct or incorrect answers. This “fun quiz” is just to
help you know where you are in the “preparation” process. Allen (Mike)
McCorstin [1] Can you
believe it's been 50 years since we graduated from Paschal? [a] Yes [b} No [c] Fifty what? [2] Can you also
believe you’re pushing 70? [a] Yes [b] No [c] I'll only be 10
in dog years. [3] Where would
you say you had the most "intense" learning experience? [a] In my algebra
class [b] History, no
doubt [c] The parking lot
at Carlson's [4] How many
times have you been married? [a] Once [b] Twice [c] Do long
weekends in certain Third World countries count? [5] How many
children did you have? [a] One to three [b] Four to six [c] Thank God for
vasectomies. [6] What was the
most important thing you learned at Paschal? [a] How to live
harmoniously with others [b] How to become a
productive member of society [c] Get there early
if you want a good parking spot. [7] Who was your
favorite “sports figure” at Paschal? [a] Phil Bechtol [b] Lance Cobb [c] Pops Pulliam [8] What do you miss most about our daily
life at Paschal? [a] Exposure to some
of the finest teachers in the country [b] The opportunity
to stretch our learning horizons [c] The
Merry-Go-Round [9] What do you
remember most about our Senior Prom? [a] The beautiful
decorations and wonderful food [b] The bittersweet
knowledge of knowing that we would never be together like this again [c] Confirming
afterward that you really can
get drunk on beer [10] What do you
recall most about our graduation? [a] The fact that
it represented a major landmark in our lives [b] It was the end
of an era and marked the beginning of our true journey into adulthood. [c] Confirming
afterward that you can really can
get drunk on beer [11] Who among
public figures of 1962 had the biggest influence on your becoming a mature
adult? [a] President
Kennedy [b] John Glenn [c] Rocky and
Bullwinkle [12] After
graduation from Paschal, which event below had the most impact on your life? [a] Watergate [b] The fall of the
Berlin Wall [c] New Coke [13] Can you say
how much you really "grew" during your Paschal years? [a] I became aware
of my evolving spiritual, moral, and philosophical self. [b] I came to
realize that my time on earth is short and that I want to make the most of each
day. [c] About 12 pounds [14] During your
college years, thanks to Paschal, what challenges did you seem to “get” more
easily? [a] The science
faculty really prepared me for a pre-med program. [b] I would never
have gotten into law school had it not been for our wonderful Social Studies
faculty. [c] Coors Surely your
Paschal years contributed to your growth in many areas of your life. Let's
explore a few. [15] For
example, what could you say about preparation for such events as raising
children? [a] I was able to
empathize with my children and help them grow in positive directions. [b] I understood
that personal sacrifice was at the very core of good parenting. [c] "No, John,
look the ball into your
umbilical cord!" [16] Over the
years, Paschal students have gone on to achieve many great things. Whom below
would you consider the most “typical” PHS graduate? [a] Charles Tandy,
captain of industry [b] Alan Bean, astronaut
who walked on the moon [c] Joe Don Looney [17] If you
could give just one piece of advice to Paschal's incoming freshmen, what would
it be? [a] Take advantage
of all the learning opportunities that await you. [b] Come prepared
so you can get as much out of each class as possible. [c] Get there early
if you want a good parking spot. [18] Deep in
your heart, what "feelings"
have stuck with you the most? [a] The warm feelings
I have toward old friends [b] The supportive
bonds between student and teacher [c] Charlie
Turner’s paddle on my butt OK, now let's
get "funky.” [19] Girls, did
you ever wear a "bouffant" when you were at Paschal? [a] Yes, it was the
fashion statement of the times. [b] Yes, but only
for a while. [c] Mine was so big
it had its own ZIP code. [20] Guys, you
see your old "flame" approaching across the room. What do you think? [a] "There she
is. I hope she's had a wonderful, enriching life." [b] "It will
be so good to chat and catch up." [c] "I’m going
to pass out if I have to hold my gut in for two more hours.” [21] Girls, you
ALSO see your old flame approaching across the floor. What do YOU think? [a] "There he
is. I hope we have time for a nice long chat." [b] "I can't
wait to hear all about his wife and children." [c] "My God,
is that a wet cat he’s wearing on top his head?" The next few
questions reflect the manner in which an education at Paschal prepared you for a
mature life “beyond” academics. [22] Girls, regarding
childbirth, what were your most memorable moments? [a] The realization
that I was bringing a precious new life into the world [b] The thrill of
parenting and all the joy it can bring [c] The epidural [23] What were
your most profound thoughts you had the first time you held your newborn? [1] I was
overwhelmed with love and joy. [2] Here I am,
holding one of God’s miracles. [3] Mother of God, did
the nurse get the right kid? All mature adult
women go through a period in their 40s or 50s called “menopause.” How did your
experiences at Paschal prepare you for this important life event? [24] How would
you describe “menopause”? [a] It was the
realization that I was entering a new phase of my life. [b] I looked
forward to the richly rewarding excitement before me. [c] Move away from
the fan, or I will remove
a testicle. [25] When you
were going through “menopause” what was your preferred thermostat setting? [a] 75 [b] 72 [c] - 9 [25] In this
same vein, did “menopause” affect your sleeping habits? For example, where did you sleep? [a] In our bed, of
course, next to my loving, supportive husband. [b] In our spare
bedroom, as I wanted to be considerate of my husband’s sleep needs. [c] In the
refrigerator. [26] Later,
scientists discovered something called “PMS.” Did you ever experience it and
what was your opinion of it? [a] I never
experienced PMS and think that it was the result of poor methodology on the
part of researchers. [b] I might have
experienced PMS, but it was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. [c] I own a
chainsaw. Last, a few
questions for everyone about our upcoming 50th reunion. [27] What do you
look forward to the most? [a] The joy of
catching up with old friends [b] The entire
experience – the friends, the food, the music [c]
Swapping colonoscopy stories [28] We are all
aware that we had certain “cliques” at Paschal. Let’s say that you had the
opportunity to confront a person who was rude to or ignored you during our time
in high school. [a] We were all
young, and I hold no grudges. [b] Now that we are
mature, I look forward to getting to know you. [c] I hope you burn
in Hell. [29] Pretend
you’re delivering a Paschal commencement speech. What would you like to “leave
them with”? [a] Your future is
yours to make. You are in control of your life. [b] Our nation
depends on the contribution of young people like you. Act with honor and
respect. ‘ [c] I went fishing
near a nuclear power plant last week and is it just me or is there a second
head growing out the side of my neck? [30] Last, this
will most likely be our last reunion of this nature. Would you like to make a
final comment regarding your Paschal experiences? [a] My time at
Paschal was one of the best periods of my life and I will always cherish it. [b] I would not
trade my educational experience at Paschal for anything. [c] Rainwater still
owes me $5. | |
| Charles Awalt | November 10, 2010 04:24pm |
| Went to the 125th Anniversary celebration. Remember how wonky the clocks in the auditorium were? They never matched. They still don't. Some traditions go on. | |
| Charles Awalt | March 26, 2010 05:10pm |
| Jan Keen Hull's original article in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram 1982.
1982 Fort Worth Star-Telegram JUNE 30-JULY 1, 1982 NEIGHBORHOOD EXTRA/SOUTH-SOUTHWEST '62 was the end of an era for Paschal "Of all the traditions Wyatt established, probably his Paschal Honor System was the most notable. Never had any high school in Fort Worth incorporated such a unique code of student cooperation, respect and loyalty." —Jan Keen Hull EDITOR'S NOTE — In celebrating the 20th reunion of the Paschal Class of 1962, a member of the class was asked to share her memories. The following is Jan Keen Hull's recollection of her senior year. By JAN KEEN HULL Contributing Writer Loyal alumni, traveling from as far as Spain, will return to join old schoolmates in reliving the '60s at Paschal High School. When the seniors of 1962 left Paschal, Principal O.D. Wyatt retired. It was the end of an era. Those who went to Paschal during his reign know how synonymous the name O.D. Wyatt is with the institution itself. Of all the traditions Wyatt established, probably his Paschal Honor System was the most notable. Never had any high school in Fort Worth incorporated such a unique code of student cooperation, respect and loyalty. Under the Wyatt Honor System, there were no detention halls, no demerit system, no tardy bells, and no teachers on duty in the lunchroom or halls. Paschal students were on their honor not to abuse their freedoms. The system worked so well, that Wyatt often remarked that only two percent of his student body would ever abuse this privilege. The words "two-percenter" became the Paschal phrase for lack of school pride. All Paschal freshmen were indoctrinated into the Honor System during Howdy Week. Usually a skit, depicting an unloyal two-percenter opened the first pep rally. Though it was all In fun. it left a lasting impression to newcomers that they had arrived in "O.D. Land" and if tradition, loyalty, and school spirit were not their thing, it was time to shape up or ship out. Wyatt never entered the auditorium for an assembly without the entire student body rising in respect. As a new freshman, I remember having a feeling of awe and curiosity about this little man who actually had faith in kids like us. Stardust was Paschal's theme song through the years, even though by 1962, the song was a little out of date with the rock and roll age. But it was Wyatt's favorite and a memorial to his son who had been killed in WWII. Please see For Paschal on Page 2 2 1982 Fort Worth Star-Telegram JUNE 30-JULY 1, 1982 NEIGHBORHOOD EXTRA/SOUTH-SOUTHWEST For Paschal, '62 ended Wyatt's era Continued from Page 1 We listened to Stardust every day. I think we heard every version. On the day of a big football game it was our signal to change classes. At times we thought it was corny, but if it was Wyatt's song, it was all right by us. Besides, it was Paschal tradition. The pep rally was Wyatt's sounding hoard for the Paschal spirit he exuded. The Silent Yell was his favorite and is still the traditional cheer at Paschal today. We spelled out Paschal Panthers with a long, silent pause between each letter. Wyatt took this silent yell very seriously, intolerant of any noise during it. If there was a fake sneeze, cough, or giggle during the silent pause (usually those same two percenters) he would signal the yell to start over. When the cheers were loud enough to shake the hanging light fixture on the auditorium ceiling, the reward was to skip fifth period classes. Even the two percenters appreciated this gesture, as it allowed extra time to sneak a quick cigarette in the parking lot. The parking lot was guarded by Wyatt's "boys," the posse. In their white shirts and black cowboy hats, they looked the part. I don't think it mattered to Wyatt if there were a few two percenters in this group. The posse and the cheerleaders had no problem building school spirit our senior year. The Booster Club and the O.Dettes (spirit club formed by Patsy Prewitt (Wood)) were outstanding. Our football team under Coach Bill Allen went all the way to the semi-finals, losing a heart breaker to Wichita Falls (and Larry Shields). The basketball team squeaked by the Arlington Heights tea-sippers to win district. The track boys dominated at the district meet, winning yet another victory. The ROTC and Paschal Band also took honors during the year of '62.1 think we were also in the running for the sports warship trophy, but one of our male cheerleaders tackled a football player from the sidelines during the Wichita Falls game. (A little school spirit went a long way back then.) The Class of '62 boasts that Wyatt retired with our class because he was certain Paschal would never be the same when we no longer walked the halls. Whether this is true or not, (you can be sure) his legacy will be honored at our upcoming reunion. A portrait of Wyatt, painted by class artist Sherry Clark, will be presented during a program at Shady Oaks Country Club. As the doors of Paschal closed that Spring 1962, it may have seemed like the end of any other school year, but it ended an era for R.L. Paschal High School and for those who shared the dreams of O.D. Wyatt. | |
| Allen Mccorstin | February 24, 2010 04:08pm |
| I love First Monday. I look forward to seeing old friends and making new ones, which is what First Monday is all about. I get to meet people with whom I never had a class or whose path, for some reason, I never crossed. I asked one of our classmates if she were going to attend any of our reunions, or even First Monday. Her answer was adamant. "No. I don't want to see those people as old people. I want to remember them as young people, like they were when I knew them." Well . . . I love seeing us older, grown up, and - oddly -- I don't seem to notice many differences. Sure, some of us have some wrinkles or a bit more weight or a bit of silver on our noggins or maybe even less on our noggins, but by and large, when I look at Paul Ray or Donna Lamberson or Rick Bender or Anita Alexander I still pretty much see the Paul and Donna and Rick and Anita of 1962, only more deepened and informed, perhaps what we might have called "mellow" back in '68. So while there might be some difference in how we look, the best of all is getting to know how we have changed "underneath." Life has treated some of us well and some not so well, but it has not left any of us untouched OR uninteresting. The stories of our journeys to become what we are today is the best part of First Monday, that "getting to know" part. Take Anita, for example: It's been my good fortune to meet her as an adult and to discover that we have things in common. She's no longer just that beautiful girl who scared me because she was such a beautiful girl: she's now a beautiful woman whose good sense and insights into life have provided me valuable lessons, such as how to deal with adult children. I also like being in the company of people who enjoy each other's company. For example, if you want to be enthralled and laugh your behind off, sidle up to Kenny Pounds, and listen to him talk about life as a defense attorney: his tales of hookers and bikers and just plain vanilla killers are right out of Damon Runyon. And it's not just Kenny. Jim Marrs is our class's most prolific writer, surely the only one of us whose work has been used in a movie. I did not meet Lance Cobb in school, but I will venture to say that he was our best all-around athlete. I have found him to be an extremely polite and thoughtful man. He works on Wall Street and at a recent First Monday told me a fascinating story about a group of traders who did not necessarily have their clients' best interests at heart. Ask Claxton about the dead cat he had to carry around. Ask Sue about flying upside down in an automobile. So come on. Invite yourself in. Chat it up, introduce yourself, say "hi." Share the stories of all those highways and byways, all those You Can't Take It With You moments. We must have more than one. I don't know who created First Monday but I thank them. I look forward to every one I can attend and to attending for years to come. I look forward to catching up, to getting to know all of us better. And we can thank First Monday for that wonderful privilege. | |
| Wayne Bigham | February 15, 2010 01:23pm |
| Dear Classmates: Lance Cobb sent me information that our 'famous' classmate, Richard Rainwater is being honored by the Stanford Business School Alumni Association in Stanford, California. Richard has been an independent investor since 1986. He founded ENSCO International Inc., and co-founded Columbia Hospital Corporation. He also formed Crescent Real Estate Equities, Inc. in 1994, and has been purchasing Texas real estate since 1990. Richard remained CEO until August of 2007 when the company was sold. He spends much of his time playing golf and staying financially active. The award is the very prestigious, "ARBUCKLE AWARD", and will be given to Richard at the Ernest C. Arbuckle Award Dinner on Wednesday, February 17, 2010. Cocktails at 6:30 P.M., and Dinner begins at 7:30. Invitations only, but I understand you can contact Jessica Christie at: 650.724.2709 for more information. Some of the past recipients are: The Lord Browne of Madingley, Sloan '81 Robert M. Bass, MBA '68 Charles R. Schwab, MBA '61 George P. Shultz, Sec. of State Congratulations to Richard! You make us proud! Go Panthers!! -PHS '62 website | |
| Charles Awalt | November 05, 2009 09:31pm |
| Mike McCorstin wrote:
And so, we all grew up. But first, we had to be sophomores at Paschal High School, and that was 50 years ago this past September. Fifty years! That I would be an adult longer than I would be a kid never crossed my mind, so engaged was I with homework, Bill Allen’s football team, wondering what Little Theater would offer next, working on the Pantherette, trying to avoid Charlie Turner’s ire, wishing that a girl named Pat would go to Carlson’s with me on a Friday night. And then, along came life. College or a full-time job or the military? College and a part-time job? Your parents dropping you off and driving away, your mother dabbing at her eyes. Fraternity rush. Sorority rush. Having to make 93 on the final to earn a D in College Algebra and doing it! What to major in? Meeting a girl. Meeting a boy. Losing your virginity. Breaking up. Getting back together. Meeting someone who might be “right.” Those Saturdays you paid a dollar to watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s or The Guns of Navarone at the TCU or the Hollywood or the Palace or the Seventh Street . Senior-year draft notices. Graduation. Finding a job. Meeting people like you’d never met before: we called them Negroes or Mexicans or Orientals or Indians. Different people at college and at work or in the service, people not like the people you grew up with – Yankees from the Bronx and farm boys from the Deep South and surfers from Malibu . Leaving a job to live in a commune. Realizing that, all along, your parents knew more about what you were doing and thinking than you thought. Mustering out of the service or dropping out of graduate school and finding you’re a completely different person. The beautiful girl who said she would marry you, and then changing her mind three days later. Discovering that you really liked New York City and that little Italian place near the Park. Backpacking across Europe , your grandmother whispering Good for you, because she knows things, and she hands you a handkerchief with an emergency twenty dollar bill safety-pinned to a corner and, in her spidery hand, the inky name and number of a young man who served in the Welsh Guard with your grandfather. Meeting the Right Man, the Right Woman. Getting married or coming out. Negotiating your first car on your own. The 5 a.m. call: a buddy who survived Vietnam and jogged every day just died of a heart attack. Buying your first house: scary and, you find, never a reason NOT to be working on something. Finally knowing what love REALLY is when you hold your first-born for the first time. Knowing, in that moment, what you would fight for, die for. Diapers, Indian Guides and Indian Princesses, soccer games and parent conferences, Thanksgiving decorations made from coffee cans, recitals and rehearsals, so many you think they’ll never end. But they do. Moving to a different state to start a new job. Getting laid off. Finding a new job. Sometimes, divorce. Sometimes, the death of a spouse and the depression or alcohol that can follow, but returning to life with the help of people who love you. Sometimes, getting married again. Teenagers. Being driven nuts by teenagers. Being driven nuts by grown children who make the most absurd decisions and learning – sometimes the hard way – that there is not a thing you can do, not if you want them in your life. Granny’s funeral, the funerals of the parents of our friends, the funerals of our own parents, and then our funerals -- Steve and Jerry, Letty Lou and Curtis, Patricia and Suzanne. Going to a reunion and recalling the countless possibilities ahead of every 18-year-old and realizing on the drive home that we still have possibilities, too, lots of them, just different shades and kinds. Finding the things you loved and can still love to this very day: teaching, painting, selling, practicing medicine or the law, a life of music or dance or the stage, counting things, making things, growing things, writing things, serving God and serving others – ladling soup at the shelter, taking communion to nursing homes, being the only 65-year-old candy striper on your floor, putting away books at the library, finding love at the pound, changing a stranger’s flat, helping your yard man, who wants to earn a GED before he becomes a citizen, understand why X+2 equals 4. Remembering old loves and even praying for the health and good fortune of old loves. Going to reunions and hugging the first boy you ever kissed, the first girl you ever held hands with but not telling your spouse. Laughing and maybe laughing so hard you cry. Seeing your best friend who now lives in Minnesota , who has three grown children. And now, here we are. Perhaps time is more precious and we see it differently and use it more carefully, as if time were oregano, because we are reminded, every day, of our own mortality. The clichés are true, especially those about sunsets and red hats and the good china. Looking forward to reunions and First Mondays and visits with nice people you never met at Paschal, realizing you had friends you didn't know you had. Talking about your first boyfriend, a sweet little guy whom you did not know died 20 years ago. Seeing an old girlfriend and wondering how things might have turned out if . . . Now, grandchildren, retirement, Social Security, looking after our parents, sometimes having to make heart-rending decisions. All these things, all this life: dear classmates, now middle-aged and the last of us turning 65 this year. And, amid all the other blessings of our lives, we have each other to enjoy, beyond the wrinkles and the pounds and those things Granny called “liver spots.” Moments of admiration, moments of real respect for those who drove over the rocky roads and navigated the tough times. For all of us, blessed moments of sharing, genuine affection, and kindness. But first, we had to be sophomores at Paschal High School, and that was 50 years ago this past September. Fifty years! And so, even so. We all grew up. Allen (Mike) McCorstin October, 2009 | |
| Charles Awalt | July 23, 2009 11:28pm |
| "Twitterature" -- the world's greatest books in 20 tweets. What do you suppose Goldie Ripper would think of that? In 50 years do you suppose our kids and grandkids will be talking about the classics of twitterature? | |
| Wayne Bigham | March 04, 2009 11:10am |
| With great pleasure I am writing to announce that the Paschal Alumni Board has voted this evening to provide funding for the remaining shortfall in the Waken the Sleeping Panther beautification project. This action will allow the final phase of construction to begin (with the cooperation of our landscape contractor) as early as spring break, March 16, 2009. As you know if you have driven by 3001 Forest Park Blvd. in recent days, there has been much activity already, The building has been painted, sidewalks poured (a wonderful contribution from the City of Fort Worth), trees replaced, irrigation installed (thank you Price Hulsey, Alan Garcia, & everyone at Fort Worth Lawn Sprinkler!), thousands of native plants planted, decomposed granite placed in heavy walkway areas, light poles painted, trash receptacles installed, and benches for student seating installed. Quite an accomplishment to date! The better news is that the portion of work that involves construction can now commence. Within the next thirty to sixty days, we hope to have the final phase of the Waken the Sleeping Panther project complete. This phase will include several retaining walls to be constructed around the large live oak trees near the Paschal auditorium. These walls are designed to provide additional seating for students. Many new shrubs and ground cover plants will be added to further enhance the beauty of the project. This project has only been possible because of the cooperation of the Fort Worth ISD, the City of Fort Worth, the administration of Paschal High School, the Paschal PTA, our campus neighbors, the Panther Student Body, and of course, an amazing group of alumni who have opened their hearts and their pocketbooks to make this project a reality. While we still have much to accomplish, I want to send special thanks to the Paschal PTA and in particular, Panther Mom Libby Manning who has donated more hours than we can count to bring this project together. Libby may not be a Panther but she absolutely bleeds purple. Thank you Libby for a job well done! We will have more communication in the coming days regarding our progress, a ribbon cutting ceremony, and more official thank you's for our many generous donors. In the meantime, thanks to all of you for your continued support of Paschal High School! Memories Ever... Kevin Medlinpaschalalumni@gmail.com817-881-2021 | |
| Charles Awalt | February 25, 2009 12:00am |
| If you haven't signed on to the Facebook "Paschal 62" Group link, DO IT! Some of the most interesting members of the class are already on board and posting cool pictures and interesting discussion topics. If you don't know how to navigate Facebook, Ronnie posted a link to some videos to show you how to do it. | |
| Sue Howard | February 17, 2009 01:58pm |
| Well Janyth Rae, So glad that you could join us here at the website......very neat ...don't you think ! All the guys have done a wonderful job setting it up for us. We all just have to use it more. How are you ? We will all keep pestering you until you come for one of our "First Monday's". You could even be the "mystery guest" of the night. There must be a prize involved for being the "MG" of First Monday....So when can you come? See Ya, Martha Sue | |
| Jan Owens | February 15, 2009 08:45pm |
| I have been blackmailed into participating in this incredible website because I wanted info about Medicare from a Monday night meeting. Wayne Henry said for me to get this info, I must go to my profile and join up. So, I joined up and found that there are all kinds of benefits from joining up! I will check in more often to see what's happening... It's good to hear from everyone... | |
| Doug Smith | January 26, 2009 04:56pm |
| PHS '62- What memories! As I read these messages, it brings back the wonderful times we all had. I regret having been out of touch until the '02 Reunion, but it was good to renew many old acquaintances then. "Hail dear old Paschal, purple and white..." | |
| Craig Kress | January 26, 2009 04:20pm |
| I have a rather unusual question to ask everyone about my high school girlfriend, Patsy Swan. She was a flute player in the band, and we went everywhere together. As most teenagers do, we were planning our future life together. In the Summer of '62, I left home to attend the University of Texas, and we had plans to be together often, whenever I returned to Ft. Worth. As strange as it seems now, we didn't call "long distance" much because it was too expensive, but Patsy and I wrote to each other...for a very short time. My roomate, Howard's, girlfriend also stayed to finish her Senior year at Paschal and as I remember (47 years later),she told Howard that Patsy had a new boyfriend...a few weeks after I'd left Ft. Worth!!! I was so distraught, I sent all of her photos back to her. And, I never saw her again. I have tried through the years to find her. I heard she dropped out of school; I heard she moved to Dallas; I heard she actually got married sometime soon after I left. But I don't know anything. I have always wondered about her. She was, and is I suppose, my "true love." If you know about Patsy, I would appreciate an e-mail. Thanks! | |
| Wayne Bigham | November 30, 2008 07:41pm |
| The following text is from Betty Short -class of 1963 "How fortunate we were to be at Paschal when we were. What a special, magical time ! We have so many wonderful memories. Most significantly is Mr. Barr who encouraged fellow classmate, Ray Torres to take me out. We have been married 44 years and have 4 grown sons and one granddaughter. We still still keep in touch with him and love him dearly. We moved to Sacramento, California in 1965 and have been here since. I graduated from Sacramento State and became a teacher. I taught junior high and high school science for 32 years until retiring in 2005. Ray continued to play drums until he started dialysis in 2002. He still does some recordings now and then. We knew many of the 1962 alumni although we were not in that class. We were class of 1963. We would love to hear from any of you. Our email is funkdrums@comcast.net. Purple reign", Betty Short & Ray Torres '63 | |
| Wayne Bigham | October 20, 2008 08:06am |
| I recently visited the Texas State Fair in Dallas. As I was walking out of the fairgrounds, I saw several massive blocks of rose colored granite, etched with the names of those KIA in Viet Nam. This was a replica of that memorial found in Washington D.C. As I searched for Eddie Boyle's name among our heroes, a Viet Nam vet came up and helped me search and find his name. After locating it, he gave me a small American Flag to place by Eddie's name. This showed those visiting, that someone had found his name and perhaps had some private thoughts about this fallen soldier.Just thought I would share this very special moment and the photo with you all. | |
| Mike Wall | October 14, 2008 11:20am |
| Do you have any information on the site that updates our class members, married, children, grandchildren and any other infomation classmates would like to share. The site is great and now that I am retired I have time to reunite with some old friends and maybe make some new ones. | |
| Corky Elkins | September 29, 2008 08:08pm |
| Thank you Charles for walking me through this process.Wayne tried earlier, but I never could get in. The sight is wonderful, and you boys have done a great job! I still feel so close to my PHS classmates, and the "First Monday's" have helped keep those friendships renewed, and new friendships made. My days at Paschal seem so long ago, but the friendships are so currant. When I tell people about our great class of "62" they are so envious! We were lucky, and came around at a special time! My favorite teacher was Aubyn Kendall. She taught me things I didn't think I could learn, and came in early before school to help me. I couldn't spell, so flunked every test she gave me when I first came to her class. When she saw I had a big problem, she taught me how to use the dictionary. I was a senior, and no one else had recognized I had learning problems,"Dyslexia". I don't think it had a name yet. They just gave me art projects for extra credit to get my grades up enough to pass. She did unconventional things to find my learning style, and never made me feel stupid. I made an A- on my first English paper when I got to college, and guess what, no mispelled words! Mrs Kendall is gone now, but she will never be forgotten. Now where is spell check when I need it! | |
| Leslie Gerolde | August 05, 2008 09:00pm |
| Mike - Wow! I thought I was a decent writer until I read your wonderful piece about all of us - I wept like a baby. I knew we were special, and I think about that fact frequently, but you really brought it home - thank you for such a wonderful summary of our lives! Wheneve I feel a bit uncertain or insecure I will dive into this wonderful website and read it again. THANK YOU!!!!!!! Leslie Gerolde | |
| Anita Taylor | August 03, 2008 01:30pm |
| How wonderful that we can stay connected this way. We all have busy lives and some of us don't live here in Ft. Worth so we can still have this website to stay connected. Thanks, Wayne,Charles, and Mike for all your hard work to get this done. For those of us that live here in Ft. Worth or close by, we enjoy our monthly get-togethers so much. It's like time hasn't passed by so quickly. We can get together on a regular basis and share and laugh and relive great memories together and keep up with our lives now. Please come and join us when you can. We meet at individual's homes or nearby restaurants and there is a notice sent out each month. If you want to be included in the email just drop me an email at atfwtx@aol.com | |
| Susan Ellis | August 02, 2008 04:33pm |
| Terrific website guys --thanks for all you hard work....hope people will continue to stay connected in this very convenient way ! My Best Susan Ellis | |
| Wayne Bigham | August 02, 2008 02:06am |
| THE CLASS REUNION ...or, 'What Another 5 Years May Bring'! Every ten years, (maybe even more often than that) An announcement arrives in the mail, A reunion is planned; it'll really be grand; Make plans to attend without fail. I'll never forget that first time we met; We tried so hard to impress We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars, And wore our most elegant dress. It was quite an affair; the whole class was there. It was held at a fancy hotel. We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined, And everyone thought it was swell. The men all conversed about who had been first To achieve great fortune and fame. Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses And how beautiful their children became. The homecoming queen, who once had been lean, Now weighed in at one-ninety-six. The jocks who were there had all lost their hair, And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks. No one had heard about the class nerd Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon; Or poor little Jane, who was always so plain; She married a shipping tycoon. The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed' Was serving ten years in the pen, While the one voted 'least' now was a priest; Just shows you can be wrong now and then. They awarded a prize to one of the guys Who seemed to have aged the least. Another was given to the grad who had driven The farthest to attend the feast. They took a class picture, a curious mixture Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties. Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini; You never saw so many thighs. At our next get-together, no one cared whether They impressed their classmates or not. The mood was informal, a whol e lot more normal; But this time we'd all gone to pot. It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores; We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans. Then most of us lay around in the shade, In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans. By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear , We were definitely 'over the hill'. Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed, And be home in time for their pill. And now I can't wait; they've finally set the date; Our fiftieth is coming, I'm told. It should be a ball, they've rented the hall At the Shady Rest Home for the old. Repairs have been made on my old hearing aid; My pacemaker's been turned up to 'high'. My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled; And I've bought a new wig and glass eye. I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light. It'll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there's one Other person who can make it that night. Author Unknown | |
| Max Chennault | June 19, 2008 09:59pm |
| I called Mrs Lillian Bales a few days ago and had a very nice visit with her. She seemed to be very upbeat and, I think, really appreciated the call from a former student. I think she would be very encouraged at this time by calls from any of her former students. | |
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