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~ Steve ~ I remember all the trips to Knight's store during break time at the BA. Also, once when I was late for a class, the teacher asked me why I was late. I said I thought when the bell rang it was a fire drill and ran outside. : ) ____________________ ~ Sharon ~ Mary put a joke thing on Donna A.'s car. Mary and I went out to the car before the bell rang for us to go to the BA. Mary hooked the thing to Donna's battery. Donna came out, got in the car and turned on the ignition. It made a loud shrill noise like a bomb dropping, a big "poof" sound and then smoke rolled out from under the hood. Donna jumped out of her car (cussing like a sailor) and raised the hood to see what was wrong. It was so funny! Donna has the best sense of humor and never got mad at us for all the things we did to her. I also remember all the fun times with "our gang" in the downstairs bathroom and at the BA & going to Knight's store at break time. Double dating w/ Pam & Richie. And who could forget Charlene's "pajama" party?! Ha! There weren't enough pots in the kitchen for Beckie, plus Mary & Donna couldn't read the clock next morning!!! You had to be there! The saddest memory is of losing two dear friends our Jr. year. P.S. If Donna writes in here that we put a spider in her chewing gum, it isn't true. ; ) ____________________ ~ Shirley ~ One of the funniest memories and probably a cruel joke, was when the "Marching Blues" went to Florida to compete in the Festival of States. And as Seniors, I guess we thought we were pretty cool and we were always giving under classmen a hard time. We had some free time and our wonderful leader, "Mr. T." arranged for us to go to Sea World. Anyway, all during the trip Jeff Goolsby and Robbie Pugh had been teasing several of the younger guys that they had a bottle of Vodka. These younger guys wanted to taste it. Well in fact there was no booze. It was strictly a no-no with Temple and if caught, would have been kicked out. Anyway, the younger guys believed the cool Seniors. So we leave Sea World and Jeff and Robbie have bought some little tiny sea horses and put them in a cup of water. Jeff and Robbie were sitting directly in front of me, and Ruth Sorrels Dalton and Mary Keiser Huffman and myself were all together talking. Richard Hammond, an underclassman who truly wanted to be cool pecked me on the shoulder and asked me what Jeff and Robbie had in their cup. I told them that Richard wanted to know, etc. and they told me to tell him it was the last of the Vodka.I knew then that I was about to be part of their warped sense of humors. But, I did my part and told Richard it was the Vodka. He begged me to ask them to give him a drink. So once again I leaned over and told Jeff and Robbie that Richard really wanted a drink. Jeff winked at me and said to tell him it was pure Vodka and would probably burn going down, so he should shut his eyes and down it quickly. Also, they did not want anyone to get caught with it. So I took the cup from them, turned and told Richard what they said and watched as this poor soul, turned up this cup and drank water, sea horses, and all. This poor fellow started coughing, but seemed OK until we told him what was in the cup. We all laughed until we cried and poor Richard turned green. This is just one of those times that I can never forget. It still seems funny to this day and as an adult I should truly be ashamed but poor Richard had begged and begged for the Seniors to share their "non existent" booze. And every time I mention sea horses to robbie Pugh, we crack up. And on this same trip. Robbie, Jeff and Darby Lawhorne had decided to sneak to our room and play cards. I was sharing a room with Ruth Sorrels. Carol Gatzke and Lauren Thornton. So we thought the bed check was over and they came to the room. It was all just a fun game of cards with some cokes and chips for snacks. Well, after about 30 minites there came a knock at the door and Mr. Temple wanted to know if we had seen these 3 guys. Well, he had probably been standing at the door and heard us laughing. But he asked and like a flash of fire these 3 guys are all trying to get through the bathroom door at the same time to hide. So it takes forever for us to answer the door and we cannot keep a straight face, but we lie and say that we have not seen them. Temple looks at the closed bathroom door and says that he thinks we should have management take a look at the toilet, because he hears the toilet whispering. Well we just fall over from laughing. Then he says that these 3 guys have 5 minutes to get back to their rooms. If they are there when he checks in 5 minutes, no one will be in trouble. He shuts the door and I have never seen those 3 dear friends move so fast. I have so many wonderful memories of my years at PMHS and the Class of ''73. I guess the best always center around my classmates and the friendships we made. And something that I will never forget is my speech I made on graduation night. And the reason for this being special to me because of the content of this speech. And I know that probably my Mom and Dad are the only ones that listened, ha,ha, because during speeches is the time when we nod off or daydream. But the title of my speech was "Will It Matter That We Were". It was about when we became adults and living in the "Real World" would our existence as the Class of ''73 make a difference. Would we as individuals offer something back to our school, to society, to our families and to each other. And the end of my speech said that because I knew each of you and respected each of you for your individuality, that even though we might have different goals and dreams, that every person in the Class of ''73 would be a good person, with much to offer. And before our 10th reunion and before the 25th, I pulled this old speech out and reread the words I had written as a dedication to my classmates. It was 7 pages and I would never attempt to quote all of it here, but you get the general idea. And when we all gather at reunions, I cannot help but reflect on those words from June 8, 1973. It does matter that we were the Class of 1973 and it matters today that as adults we are the kind of people I am proud to say were my classmates and friends. And much prouder to say all of you together at PMHS and the times we see each other now, are cherished blessings that I hold in my heart. God bless each of you. ~ Shirley Huffman Feazell ___________________ ~ Mary ~ Let's see, I remember alot of band trips and such. Like the time we were in Florida at the Festival of States and we were all so impressed by this Scottish band at our hotel and how they marched right into the hotel and played their instruments in the lobby. Actually, we weren't impressed...we laughed at the kilts they were wearing. Well, to make a long story short... later that evening and I'm not so sure they weren't drinking alittle (of course we didn't have any liquor) ha,ha, but Robbie P. and Jeff G. and someone else were doing a Scottish dance outside our windows in the rain, wearing nothing but a towel ! ! ! ! ! ! What a sight! ! ! ! Other thoughts turn to Butch and Mike the day they were killed in their auto accident, gosh I hope they don't tell John too many stories on his Mom, they'd all be about the same age...anyway over the years I have thought alot about them and all the fun we used to have racing our red Volkswagons. That day Butch and I had drag raced down in front of the post office. Then I parked my Beetle at Kenney's and rode around with them for a while. They wanted me to ride to Glasgow with them, but it was getting late and I knew I had to get home. We laughed some and said goodbye and that was the last I ever saw of them. Funny how you remember some things and forget others. ____________________ ~ Mark ~ There was the time that, oh...wait...No! No! We all went to the mountain and uh? Oh, what's the use. I can't remember. ____________________ ~ Danita ~ I remember special friends and a windy March day when we lost Butch and Mike, some very special teachers who were also friends, Mrs. Teague, Mrs. Floyd, Mr. Cash (and his cowboy boots) and Mr. Temple. I remember "girlfriends" and the downstairs girls bathroom where the smoke was so thick you could hardly breathe, practicing for hours for halftime shows (no wonder I could eat everything-in-sight and not gain-a-pound.........what happened?) Parades that never started on time, homework, exams, running the mile, being a senior and what fun it was to torture my 8th grade 'Rat' brother, Darrell and his friends. And finally Graduation Day and leaving it all behind, only to relive it at times in my mind. P.S. A big 'thank you' to Mary, Sharon and Ronnie for all of their time and hard work bringing the 'Class of '73' together again! __________________ ~ Robbie ~ My special memories are...band trips, playing 'Doctor My Eyes' in the back of the bus over and over and over and over! Also, the falls at South River and Rhonda and I in her red truck, what fun! |
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