Does viewing the class composites bring to mind any memories? Our culture was certainly different back then. And we were still trying to figure everything out. Teachers thought they knew what was best for us or what we ought not to be doing. At the time, it may have been frustrating but more than thirty years later, hopefully we can just laugh.
If you have any scanned composites or memories you would like to share, please e-mail them to lldundon@yahoo.com.
Alaidon School 1967-68 Mrs. Turner
Alaidon School 1968-69 Mrs. Cook
Alaidon School 1969-70 Mrs. Burt
Alaidon School 1970-71 Mrs. Hudson
Alaidon School 1971-72 Mrs. Imhoff
Alaidon School 1972-73 Mr. Sutherland
Cedar St School 1971-72 Mrs. Doubleday
North Aurelius 1967-68 Mrs. Beagle
North Aurelius 1968-69 Mrs. Curtis
North Aurelius 1970-71 Mrs. Long
North Aurelius 1971-72 Mr. Larsen
North Aurelius 1972-73 Mrs. Huguelet
Steele Street 1967-1968 Mrs. Howe
Steele Street 1968-1969 Mrs. Ragan
Steele Street 1969-1970 Mrs. Hayes
Steele Street 1972-1973 Mr. Carpenter
Middle school composites:
Jefferson School 1973-74 Mrs. McCowan
Jefferson School 1973-74 Mrs. Patterson
If they make you laugh, why not think of your own memory or two and send it in. You may make someone else smile.
"This one happened in Miss Mill's 3rd grade class (I
believe) and the decision I made still surprises me to this day. I was
once given the coveted task of viewing the inside of each student's desk
to see if they were tidy or not. When Richard Zinger opened his desk I
could see it was very organized and tidy, probably the best in the class
that day. I was quite impressed until I spotted a pair of folded socks
tucked into a corner. I was completely grossed out by the idea of socks
sitting in his desk. Who knows, maybe they had touched his feet! I
told him that his desk wasn't tidy because he had socks in his desk. I
remember he was astonished and exclaimed that his socks
were clean. I stuck to my biased opinion and moved on to judge the next
desk. My adult mind can't believe I could have been so unfair."
Kate Sullivan writes, "Looking at the class composite for first grade made me think of the time Stacy Love and I got in trouble for wearing pants on the last day of school. We were to spend the first 1/2 of the day in school and the rest of the afternoon at Rayner Park, I believe. We were told that we could bring pants to wear to the park but not to school because girls couldn't wear pants to school. We wore pants to school anyway because we thought it was a dumb rule and, of course, we got in trouble for it."
Kate writes, "Viewing my second grade class composite made me think of the time we had substitute teacher. Later that morning, the principal came to class to announce that our teacher, Mrs. Hayes, had broken her leg. In a split second I imagined the classroom erupting in cheers because Mrs. Hayes wouldn't be back for while. She was not my favorite teacher. Based on my idea that the whole class would be clapping, I started clapping and cheering only to realize that I was the only one making any noise. I was incredibly embarrassed to say the least!"
"In 5th grade Stacy Love and I got in trouble again. Mrs. Grapentine the music teacher had a piano on wheels that was moved from classroom to classroom. Only boys were selected to move the piano because she felt that the pushing of a piano on wheels was a job for boys and not girls. We felt this was unfair so we got out of class and moved the piano anyway. You should have seen the look on her face when we rolled the piano into Mr. Carpenter's classroom. Shock. But the best part of the story is that she made us move the piano back to the other classroom where we found it. So much for her theory that it was a job for boys and not girls."--Kate
"Another good story occurred in 5th grade. Once in a while, usually on Fridays, little bags of potato chips were served with hamburgers at lunch time. Because my parents wouldn't allow us to have junk food when we were kids, I would lose my mind when the chips were served. I thought they were so delicious. I couldn't get enough of the chips so I talked Stacy Love, who worked in the kitchen at lunch and had a key, into meeting me at the kitchen after school. We let ourselves in and I fumbled around in the dark, grabbing as many bags of chips as I could. I remember tearing out the gym door down the stairs onto the playground. We sat with our loot in the deserted playground munching away until we had our fill. The irony of the story is that my father was practicing law just a few blocks up town and here I was, his daughter the delinquent stealing chips from school. I don't know if Stacy would be too happy if she was reminded of that story but I do think it shows a remarkable ability on our part to strategize and execute a plan to get what we wanted. Or more like to get what I wanted!"--Kate
