The PHS60 Golden Reunion was a hugh success! We all had an awesome time remenishing, laughing, visiting all the tables, etc. I can not thank my classmates on the reunion committee enough for all the effort and time they put into organizing this happy event. I also want to thank Carl Thomason again for establishing our web site. I go to it several times a week to see the new postings and the photos. (We need more classmates to send in their photos)
My thanks and apprecation are in order for a very wonderful reunion, we had a great time seeing all our classmates , I cannot beleive it has been 5o years,I feel sad for the people who do not attend,they missed a really good time, again many thanks to Myron, Patty, Darla, Sonja, Carl, and all who were involved , thank you thank you..Gail (gay) Demont Sanders
What an exciteing weekend we had at the reunion. For those that couldn,t make it Sorry for your loss. Carl,doug,Tracy,Myron,Patty,Darla,Sonya,Barbara,and EmmaLou I personally want to just say thanks. What a wonderful job all of you did.Stay safe and healthy until nest time. Pete
The PHS60 Golden Reunion was a hugh success! We all had an awesome time remenishing, laughing, visiting all the tables, etc. I can not thank my classmates on the reunion committee enough for all the effort and time they put into organizing this happy event. I also want to thank Carl Thomason again for establishing our web site. I go to it several times a week to see the new postings and the photos. (We need more classmates to send in their photos)
My thanks and apprecation are in order for a very wonderful reunion, we had a great time seeing all our classmates , I cannot beleive it has been 5o years,I feel sad for the people who do not attend,they missed a really good time, again many thanks to Myron, Patty, Darla, Sonja, Carl, and all who were involved , thank you thank you..Gail (gay) Demont Sanders
What an exciteing weekend we had at the reunion. For those that couldn,t make it Sorry for your loss. Carl,doug,Tracy,Myron,Patty,Darla,Sonya,Barbara,and EmmaLou I personally want to just say thanks. What a wonderful job all of you did.Stay safe and healthy until nest time. Pete
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When you think about it, it was a miracle lthat he had the small brain hemorage while he was in the expert care of the cardiac ICU unit. They were able intervene and plug off the aneurism before possibly irreversable damage. Enjoy the cooler weather and stay well
Cookie, I remember Tip Toe Through The Tulips .I think it was called an "operetta". I tremember one of the leads was Robin Rose,
I was in it with only a bit part
That experience was the start of a lifelong enjoyment of singing in choirs where ever I moved. I've always had a piano and still play music on my keyboard. Wife Dorothy and I are now singing in " The Grace Village Choir", WInona Lake, IN.
This is a retirement community that has monthly Chapel Services and we practice weekly for Chapel and have Easter and Christmas concerts. Great looking back on HS choir led by Miss Moody. Don't remember all names, Carl Thomason, Fred Lucas, ...?, and I also were in a quartet for several years.
Also wanted to add to Dr. Tom's comments about the 60s to 70s reunion. Elizabeth Herring from class of 62 is going to come down and be there two nights with her son Jason O'Neal. We're going to have some really good reflections to share, and also am very excited that there's gonna be sevetal from our 60 class.
Mike H
Delicious as it is, cornbread is a great companion to almost every known savory dish. Have it alongside barbecued meats, with a bean chili, a casserole or pile of vegetables. Cook it with ham and cheese inside, make an alternative hotdog or spice it up with jalapeños. In West Virginia, cornbread is made in a cast iron skillet and that skillet should be for cornbread and cornbread only.
I'll bet that Becky learned this in PHS Home-Ec (or already knew it when she got there).
Why the article makes no mention of cornbread in a glass of milk or buttermilk is a mystery to me.
My quick check just now revealed NO changes to our content.
Catching fireflies and putting their bodies into a glass jar -- better than an updated flashlight.
I prepared for my bed with a glass of egg nog.
I awoke around 3, ordinary for my ilk,
Laid there waiting for the Sandman, with a cup of warm milk.
Then suddenly jolted, my eyes opened wide,
My breath came in gasps and my dear heart replied.
Is there some high-tech gremlin molesting our site?
Such thoughts and fears stabbed me with heart-pounding fright.
Our blog host will make his conversion today.
Oh please make it smooth, uneventful and gay.
But what if it isn’t? It scrambles, deletes,
converts to a language that none of us speaks?
My memory’s much less than it was years ago
And how to regain it I’m sure I don’t know.
So what if our blog now is like Magic Slate
with cover film lifted and comments erased?
The loss of my wisdom would no doubt be felt
Throughout PHS60: NY thru the Sun Belt
To Texas and West Coast, across Northern climes,
Then end up in Princeton, the scene of my crimes.
Not all of them surely, but more than enough
To prompt my Reflections and other strange stuff.
Oh what will become of my precious fan base
Awaiting each day's stilted wit, witless grace.
The blog’s a mere shadow . . . I slunk back to bed.
Linda has Pete's phone. but says that there is a problem with the volume and/or audio setting as she is not picking up calls. She cannot post updates on the blog as all she has is the cell phones until they get back to Princeton. Linda is staying in a motel in Winston Salem and taking Uber to get back and forth to the hospital.
Please continue to pray for our classmate.
Beginning tomorrow, Sunday, Oct. 15, the new-and-improved (or at least revised) version of our website will produce a new look. I'm assured that very little will change, but some pages may look slightly different.
This change is required by a need to move to a newer and better software for myevent.com. Some of the old graphic features will no longer be available.
I am anxiously awaiting the change and will work to "correct" any resulting "flaws." Please share your thoughts thru "Reply" comments to this post.
The essence of the game is that you share a synaptic firing from your youth/PHS days that you don't consciously ever remember thinking about ever or at least for years -- this could be a person, place, thing, idea, picture, -- whatever. It can be significant or very trivial. Again, the criterion for inclusion is that you don't think you have ever thought of the memory since its birth years ago.
Try this one which popped into my thoughts this morning. Similar to the blocked letters "HOLLYWOOD" in California was there signage of the Princeton radio station "WLOH" proximately posted somewhere? On a hill? On a billboard? On the station itself?
Here is another -- B. Lambert, M. Crawford, M. Herring, B. Arney, and I all attended a Sunday school class at the Methodist Church. We boys were so uncouth, down right rude and out-of-control that our adult teacher resigned and another would not take over.
I think it's time for another installment of . . .
Friday Reflections: Stan Hill
Trying to pick out one particular memory while growing up when we did, and where we did is very difficult. I think we are some of the most blessed people that ever lived.
Growing up when the country was at it’s peak in almost every sense was our great fortune. I felt like we lived in the stereotypical small town USA and it seemed as though Jim and Margaret Anderson could have lived next door and perhaps Ward and June Cleaver were just down the street.
I enjoyed participating in sports, but I was a terrible asthmatic athlete who was almost always chosen last (and whose outs did not count).
I was undoubtedly one of the biggest nerds who ever lived, with a huge interest in electronics in general and ham radio in particular. We nerds were certainly made fun of on a regular basis. Who could imagine carrying around a hand-held device just so one could communicate with others. :>)
I received a .410 gauge shotgun as a birthday gift at 12 years old. Many of my friends were avid hunters and fishermen as was I. [There was not much clamor concerning gun control.] I especially enjoyed fishing while white-water rafting on the New River.
Like many classmates, scouting was important to me. Many of us were in Scout Troop 6 (later Troop 66). I was – and still am – a big Boston Red Sox fan and we were lucky enough to have Bob Porterfield, an excellent pitcher for the Sox
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Porterfield), as an Assistant Scout Master. Scouting participation further strengthened my belief in God and Country.
In school we recited the pledge of allegiance and I don’t recall a single student or teacher refusing to participate. [And “taking a knee” was unheard of.]
I drove too fast and too reckless. I was given a speeding ticket for doing 90+ in a 45-mph zone. I appeared before Oris Barton J. P. and fined $16.50. As I left, Mr. Barton asked if Dual (my father) knew about the ticket; I stammered that he did not. He assured me that he would most certainly know if it ever happened again. If I recall correctly, Barney Fife was on the Princeton police force.
For the most part we all got along … Caucasians and Non-Caucasians … Nerds and Athletes … Democrats and Republicans … Christians and Non-Christians.
How did all this get away from us?
I often think that we must have had guardian angels or over a half-dozen times
I could have been in obit column in next days paper.
Shelia obtained a copy of the most recent registration and forwarded it to me. I will send a copy to anyone who requests it.
There are 273 registrants for the 2nd night. Our classmates include -- Pat Smith, Myron Anderson, Dottie Morris, Russel Sink, Doug Damewood, Mike Herring, and Candy Rorrer.
Love, Becky
Thanks, Linda, for keeping us updated on Pete's progress.
Info from Geehole -- Joe Holdren fell and is in the hospital. Docs are trying to determine the why. Will update as new info comes in.
Classmates, am I right?
Linda Phlegar Mills
Within the past week I've had phone calls from
Raymond Kidwell, Jerry Wizon & Paul Baker.
All report that they're reasonably well, aside from -- get this -- signs of aging that limit their activity (although Paul was in a neighbor's basement fixing something for her and sounded pretty robust).
Take care, stay well & keep laughing.
Keep the Faith
Mike
Sam Goodall
Pete is having a better day -- was helped to get up on the side of his bed and took a few steps.
Linda feels really good about the care that is being provided by all the hospital personnel. A quadruple bypass procedure is more than "a walk in the park."
Please continue to pray for both Pete and Linda.
should classmates wish to send a card/note,
I'm told that Pete is at:
Atrium Health Wake Forest Medical Center
1 Medical Center Blvd.
7 North Tower; Room 7004
Winston-Salem, NC 27157
The hospital TN is 336 - 716-2011
Keep on trucking best friend
Mike
I am sure that Linda will read texts from any of you to Pete. Continue your prayers and express thanksgiving. God is GREAT.
Please keep us posted with news of Pete's progress. He is much in my thoughts this morning.
Edward, guesses don't get any better than that.
Yep, all of those words refer to larger-than-average marbles. When I stumbled across the list I could hardly believe it. I knew only "shooter" and "taw" from the list and "breaker" which is not there -- although "toebreaker" is.
Ain't language somethin' to behold?
Seems you've gotten coyer by half than Edward.
I tink dat boat of yous is right, but I still haven't seen the answer to my question.
I remember the heyday being in the 5th and 6th grades.
Browsing thru another "Reflection" I came across the following list of names for something -- names of a single thing, common to young boys of our generation.
Here there are: boulder, bonker, cosher, goen, masher, plumper, popper, shooter, thumper, smasher, goom, noogie, taw, bumbo, crock, bumboozer, bowler, tonk, tronk, godfather, tom bowler, fourer, giant, dobber, hogger, biggie or toebreaker.
What is the one thing that each of these is a name for?
A new word. Don't think I have ever experienced it before.
Look up "contranym or contronym".
I've often, over many years, wondered about "sanction" meaning a) to allow or approve of or b) to assess a penalty for, but I never got around to exploring a name for it.
Always on the lookout for a good neologism.
Friends, I'm making a slideshow of our "official" 5-year reunion (e.g., 2000, 2005, 2010) Sat. nite class photos --
the coat & tie group.
I'm missing pix for 1975 & 1985
Can anyone provide me a copy?
Keep them coming. We learn about our old friends.
Hope yours was too.
Good night Jim Bob.
Our kids are concerned about our health as we age and came up with this idea in lieu of assisted living in the future. My concerns are many -- giving up a 3.5% mortgage rate as opposed to the current rates, paying for services that are currently covered by our HOA dues, increased insurance costs, etc., etc., etc..
Would appreciate any thoughts, please.
I am getting old
Keep the Faith
Mike
For classmates who don't know -- or have forgotten -- Mike & Dorothy Herring were on a church-sponsored mission to Morocco some 15-20 years ago (I think). They may have spent 2 years there. I imagine that this disaster resonates strongly with them.
(Barely avoided it being a belated wish.)
Sir Carl you are the Best!!
Taca Cabeer 81 (old fart in Arabic)
Mike
Your story about #s of wrong answers being subtracted from the # correct rang a dim bell in my memory bank. Somewhere along the line of my becoming educated beyond my intelligence -- having been an officially enrolled student at 9 colleges (that's right, NINE) -- I learned something about standardized tests of multiple choice questions subtracting wrong answers from correct ones. (I vaguely recall that for questions with 4 multiple choice answers, one-fourth of the number of incorrect would be subtracted from the # of correct ones. This was justified by test makers far smarter in statistics than I ever was.)
I suspect that your teacher learned about this and decided to apply it -- over apply it, actually -- to her tests, demonstrating the old adage that "a little learning is a dangerous thing" and suggesting that she joined me in being educated beyond her intelligence. C'est la vie. [It doesn't make one a bad person.]
Edward, I apologize to all female teachers, everywhere and for all time. Now that you've clarified things, it does sound like something that a male teacher -- having been one myself -- would more likely do. [It takes one to know one.] Shame on me.
Looked at picture of us at the train station. Too many are not with us anymore. I just hope we can all get together one of these days. In the meantime, thanks for your friendships.
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iioAnyone else ever fall asleep while on here! Talk later.
God Bless and protection for all.
Talked with Stevenson yesterday. He is at home now and the consensus of the Docs is that his issues were due to dehydration. Pete said that he drank almost no water and loved coffee. He is pushing the water now flavored with Crystal Light, cutting down on his java intake, and trying to lose some weight. Linda had a hip replaced and is still going to PT. She has had a rough time wherein both Pete and Carol Stafford had hips replaced and did well.
I was not in the service and sometimes think that I missed out regarless of one's vulnerabilty during the Vietnam conflict. My brother-in-law still stays in contact with some of the guys he served with in the Navy. Thank God for my PHS classmates,
Thanks overwhelmingly to Edward Laufer, this group remained intact for decades afterward -- expanding to include Jerry Laufer, Scotty Reid & Sam Goodall -- assembling in Pctn. and elsewhere through at least 2007 when Edward promoted a gathering to celebrate our turning 65. [My, we were so young then.]
We congregated again at the PHS 2015 reunion.
Kay and I went to bed extremely early tonight with the intent of watching a movie on prime video, but alas, I had not downloaded the app to the TV in the bedroom. Ergo, we fell asleep and I awoke wide-eyed and couldn't go back to sleep.
I was overwhelmed with memories of the day/early evening of our graduation. We were to go to our home rooms to put on our caps and gowns. My home room was at the end of the hallway. I don't know whether that door was locked or not, but I remember walking down the hallway past all the homerooms. The doors to all the rooms were propped open, the lights were on, and one heard loud laughter and voices coming from each of them.
My thoughts were surreal (had no idea what that word meant then) as if I was looking at the scene without being a part of it. I was extremely sad thinking that never, ever again would all of the Princeton High School Class of 1960 be together again. And that has been the case. We have not seen some of our classmates since then.
Sorry for the downer. Perhaps I can sleep now.
I got a surprise phone call yesterday from Aloma Rose. She is still such fun! We were discussing the 60's reunion. Anyone going? If I were still living in Princeton I might but unless a miracle happens, I won't make it. Besides, it isn't our usual shindig.
Happy belated labor day. It's now time for football and in some places....a warm jacket or sweater. Also,, don't forget we may get a fall lineup of TV.though The writers may delay that.
Ft. Myers is getting a Margarittaville! Rest in Peace Jimmy
Buffet. Thanks for the music and laughter. Happy September dear friends.
I hope you both are well and thanks again for your friendship.
This reflection is about growing up in several sports with dear friend Buddy Belcher from early Mercer School through PHS. Buddy was a wiry farm boy and I was a city dweller, but we were very evenly matched — same height, weight, very competitive; everything seemed to be about sports and fun competition.
We were boxing against each other (about age 10 or so) during weekly kids boxing camp for a couple years in Mercer school gym. The organizer was a local man who had been a WV State amateur golden gloves champion. Don’t remember his name, but it was very well done. We were evenly matched, professional coach, and fun stuff with fluffy, 16 oz. gloves and head gear that we couldn’t really hurt each other if you took the other’s best punch.
I learned in these early years good self defense tactics; that you can defend yourself well and not think about hurting the aggressor, rather to protect yourself and defuse the situation. It helped me to stay calm and paid off many times in the future.
I also learned that Princeton farm boys were very strong and tough even though they might not look like tough guys. Buddy was one of these guys who always seemed to be vying with me for the same type of position whether basketball, football, baseball, boxing, it didn’t really matter.
One summer in August when as upstart sophomores practicing twice each day at the football field, Buddy and I were on the same team in the backfield and he seemed to be very lethargic; so I took him aside and asked him what was going on and he explained to me what was happening. Practicing twice a day-we would get up in the morning, bike to the football field for a couple hours of practice and then go home for lunch. I’d hit the couch after a good meal and rest, but he said that his schedule was to get up at 4:30, do three hours of chores, bike 5 miles to the football field for couple hours of practice and bike back home 5 miles; but, when he got home at lunchtime he had more chores. He didn’t have time to rest like I did - then he would hop on his bike for the second 5 mile up and back for two hours practice in the afternoon and after practice he had to do more chores. Cows had to be milked, fed, etc.; so he asked his dad if something couldn’t be done about it, and dad said no; you can continue to play ball, but you still have your farm work first.
This was a real life lesson for me and I came to respect what "growing up on a farm” was like. When things got tough and I thought I was working hard, often I would reflect on the lesson that this taught me what hard work and dedication was about.
I remember sharing this with my dad and he said well that’s life out there on the farm. It’ll teach you some good lessons so my dad talked to his farmer friend Mack McPherson out on the Beckley road; made some arrangements and I spent a couple of summers out there with the McPherson boys getting up early at 4:30 in the morning and helping them do their chores and having fun playing baseball with them on the Princeton Town Team in the summer.
Good stuff to remember.
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Thanks Mike
We are on the mend, and my children think I'm nuts not to leave him there longer. After 60 years, we don't like being apart unless it's for fun! ha
Jim has the same symptoms as Pete. I hope he is feeling better. The Fire Department have to pick Jim up quite often but he didn't get hurt this time.
Sorry for my sharing. When people ask you how you are, they really don't want an explanation.
I got my form for the Sensational 60's reunion. Would love to go but it's too difficult at this time. I hope some of you go so you can show the whippersnappers we can still walk and talk. Ed you and Sandy could show them a dance or two.
It's good to hear from and about our old friends. Once again Carl, thanks.
Now that Julia was funny. I'll give her that.
Pete promises to update us later in the week.
I hope Pete is okay . I just returned from a week's stay and hope I don't go again soon. I have really learned to appreciate Jello!!! Living in hurricane's is not for the faint of heart. Jim and I lived at the Jersey Shore before moving to Florida. The way some of you get paniced when they announce a snow storm, we live with hurricanes. Our shelves get just as empty. So today is sunny with current temperatures at 86. Life is good.
Carl, now you know more about a lanai than you ever wanted to know.
Mike, Kay still has a lot of pain associated with her back--thanks for asking.
Looks like we have missed another one with the hurricane - lots of rain and wind, little flooding in our area, and still have power, internet, and TV. Prayers for our neighbors in the Big Bend coastal regions North.
Your lanai sounds -- from your description -- like a fine place to sip a "tropical beverage" while watching the sunset.
Becky- I doubt that Aretta and I will attend the reunion, although we would like to. Make sure your mobile home is tied down, we have had some local flooding here with many homes washed off.
Pete - send us a msg to let us know how you are doing, I am praying for you as I am sure other classmates are.
Has anyone heard from Curley and Barbara Calfee and Doug Coubern?
Getting old is not for the weak and feable in fact it is a B.
Keep the Faith
Mike
Understand that Geehole has now talked with Moke.
Not many details, but Yearout said that Pete Stephenson is in hospital.
And I'm glad to learn that you know how to pace yourself.
Any info on why Pete is hospitalized?
Ched, can you help us here?
The good news is that none of my addresses fall in the predicted dangerous path of Idalia.
Cookie had called me last night and I didn't realize how drastic the news about the storm is. I live in a Mobil Home, aka a tin can, so we are told to go immediately.
Mike thanks for the update. Tell your beautiful wife I said hello and if you go to the reunion, she has to dance for me.
Okay Carl, I would like to hear Darla's reflection. She certainly worked hard for our reunions.
Wish us good luck. I am glad I like peanut butter.
Who is going to the 60's reunion
In 1990, when I volunteered to help locate classmates who had disappeared, I envisioned a one-time effort simply to "pitch in" since I had access at work to equipment, supplies & workspace. My primary contacts were Doug & Darla. I knew Doug reasonably well at Mercer & PHS, but didn't know Darla at all. I immediately learned that both were fabulous teammates: competent, cordial (always), reliable, likeable, and -- best of all -- patient and forgiving when I was not all of these things. My role continued and increased for some 30 years and both lent steady support until health tragedies stole them. I miss them both awfully.
[I think I just composed another Reflection . . .
and it ain't Friday at all.]
Keep em coming Carl. It brings us back to a good time.
He also coached the Basketball Team while Coach Turner recuperated from his Knee wounds. We were at Oakvale and Turner and Modoc Mackensie (Principal) were parked rear bumper to rear bumper and Coach was putting basket balls in his trunk. Modoc had a Dodge with push button gear controls and hit reverse by mistake pinning Turner's knees between the cars. No breakage but it took several week to recouperate. Speaking of which I hope you and Jim are doing much better.
Keep the Faith
Mike
MAGA
Mike
And, no Tom I didn't expect to live this long and I can't seem to get rid of the smile I am getting by the wonderful wishes.
Cookie welcome to Shore living. And parking is so convenient as is grocery shopping.
Jim is in rehab after a visit to our hospital. We were on the same floor! I'm home and getting better but he can't come home until I can take care of him.
Life sure is fun. However, I am not ready for the alternative.
Carl, love the posts of Memories. Share more.
Friday Reflections [a day late but not a dollar short]
from long-time Blog contributor, Michael Malone Murphy:
1] As I reflect on my education beginning with 1st grade at Glenwood and maybe concluding with my Ed.D. in 1983 at WVU, I easily conclude that my greatest teacher was Jack French Jr. (RIP) , who after 3 years of Junior High, prepared me to somewhat coast through my upcoming English and Grammar classes. In addition he was a great motivator and straight shooter, on whom you could depend for accuracy and empathy. The greatest teacher ever — Jack French Jr. — related to our wonderful classmate Tracy French.
Thanks Mike for sharing "the good, the bad"
but not the ugly.
Now as I see it regarding that reassessment, I'm not going to get any younger and we all know the alternative. The inmates are truly in charge.
* You now live in Delaware
* You're the same age as Joe Biden, another Delaware legend
* Does Delaware protect its seniors (and noteworthy others) from any and all jury exposure?
Talked to her yesterday and as always we had a good laugh.
Mike
Becky
Have a GREAT day. Hope all is well with you and Jimbo.
Wanted to share my joy at being 81 as it is a gift not received by too many of our classmates.
Thank all of you for your friendship.
Mokey said that I could share his contact info --
(951) 322-3610
crawmom33@gmail.com
Mokey and his wife Linda now live in California. He said that they had conversations about returning to WV, but have a daughter in CA.
We reminisced back to the 7th grade -- coaches Dalton and Bishop and how one could not put any arch on a basketball shot in the Mercer gym due to the water/steam pipes that hung so low in the ceiling. We talked of high school and girlfriends. He reminded me of the Princeton High School's football record of 1-9 (evidently I had repressed that memory). Who was our only win?
Mokey asked about so many of our classmates and knew that my reaching out to him was probably not good news -- Farley's death. He said that Carl was great about alerting him to class news via e-mail. I shared the contact info for the blog so that he could catch up with us.
Old friends are the best friends!
Ed, enjoyed the clip on Camp Roland and Jerry's interview.
Leona Martin, age 90, of Narrows is much more than a distant relative of my dad. (I last saw her about 10 years ago and wondered if she was still alive.)
Leona is, in fact, my 1st cousin on the Thomason branch and, therefore, also related to Becky (Thomason) Arney Novarro. Leona's mother was my father's sister (thus 1st cousin to me).
Once my father died in 1949, our families had very limited contact, but I remember Leona as a very sweet person . . . more like me than you'd ever imagine.
Thanks for the news, and thanks especially to Jerry.
While Becky and I have never definitively determined our true kinship, I think that we are 2nd cousins; I believe that my father and Becky's mother were 1st cousins, but I could be wrong. Anyway, I'm proud as punch to be related to that lovely woman. She's a keeper.
In a recent conversation with Mike, he said that he remembered coming to my house on Walnut Street wherein I helped him study -- absolutely no recollection of this.
For whatever reason, Mike and I missed a critical biology exam at Concord that was to count for a significant amount of one's final grade. We convinced the professor to allow us to make up the test. The day of the retest, the teacher placed us in two adjoing classrooms, gave us the test, and said that that he would return in a certain amount of time or we could bring the test to his office if we finished early. The test was Greek to me. Shortly I heard Mike calling my name sounding as if he were outside. I opened the window to the classroom and there was Farley hanging out the window in his classroom. We stupidly started comparing answers loudly enough to bring the professor back into the rooms to find us cheating. I don't remember what happened immediately thereafter.
One of the coeds told us that they had learned that they could enhance their grade by showing a little cleavage or leg when they met with the professor in his office. He also liked booze. Since neither Mike or I were blessed with ample bosoms and our legs were hairy, we went with the alcohol bribe. We made a special trip to the professor's office, presented him with a fifth of bourbon, and our final grade was a -- wait for it -- we both got a C.
UNBELIEVABLE , we should have gotten an F- and possibly have been kicked out of school. Thanks to our coeds for their academic attributes.
Help me here:
In the 1950s, Bluefield had either a Kress or a Kresge dollar store (aka 5-and-dime store). Which was it, Kress or Kresge?
Mike Farley and I ran for president and vice president of the freshman class at Concord College in the fall of 1960. Ellen and Linda Farrell and Connie Elmore were our campaign managers.
My campaign slogan was "You get a real Deal with Dill". Truly, our Southern auditory mechanism could not discern the difference in sound of the two words -- deal was pronounced dill and dill, of course, was dill. I had this handicap for years calling a girl I dated whose name was Dawn, Don. She didn't think that this was very funny.
Mike and I cut morning classes on a day wherein an assembly was held at Concord and candidates were given an opportunity to introduce themselves and present their platforms. We had been working on streamers and large placards to adorn Mike's convertible (that Joe Troupo had affectionately named the "sh--box") and drove onto campus that afternoon to learn that we had missed the assembly and a critical biology exam (another story).
Well, we won the election. Definitely not because of our platforms nor our slogans, but due to the very large number of PHS 1960 grads who matriculated to Concord that fall. I can't remember all, but there had to be close to 20. This number dropped significantly after the first semester and grades were posted -- hanging out at the student union and playing cards did not ensure a good academic performance.
I don't remember Mike and I having to do anything in our roles other than vaguely helping with the homecoming events (?).
Don't know if we ever said thank you to those who voted for us. A BELATED THANKS!
I just knew you'd be a natural if we could jump-start you.
Hope you got some quality sleep either before 2:50 or after 3:30 this morning.
So here's closure:
Q. What song lyric comes right after
"It's your misfortune and none of my own"?
A. "Whoopie ti yi yo"
(git along little dogies.
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.)
noitcelfeR
BTW: You reminded me. Know what they call a sofa in need of fabric repair?
A PATCHER'S COUCH [different from a Catcher's Pouch]
Carl- I have never been to AB College, Nor Salem, or Pot State. I remember WV as having the 8th most colleges per population many years past and we have added Universitys and lost population since then. If I recall AB gave A famous footballer an honary Doctrate mainly because his ex had graduated from there, Her name was Jo Jo Starbuck Bradshaw.
Like Tina (RIP) said we don't need another Hero or College.
Special condolences to the Farleys, I remember working with them. Pat Smith- we would muster at you Dad, P.A.s Gas Station prior to working for WV Pipeline w the Farleys.
Best wishes and good health to all!
Mike
Friends, I announced here some weeks back that I would continue Tracy French's "Reflections" project, announced and begun a couple of years back. The project failed to gain flying altitude and was stored in the PHS hangar. But several reflections were submitted and it seems to me, in this time of greater reflection on the Blog, that these might be well received.
I begin with one submitted by our beloved classmate Patty Baker Anderson, lost to us one year ago (August 10):
It was Christmas Eve 1958. It would be the last time my family celebrated together. The next year would see the death of my father, my mother going to work in the business my dad had recently started, and a kind, deeply religious lady moving in with us to care for my handicapped brother. Yes, life would change, but it was 1958 and it was CHRISTMAS! Christmas was always special. My dad loved to shop and mother loved to bake and decorate. I had a part-time job at G.C. Murphy and I would have MY OWN MONEY to buy presents. Add to the holiday excitement a beautiful red dress with rhinestone straps for the Christmas dance and I was sure there would be red pumps and rhinestone earrings under the tree.
YES, EVERYTHING WAS JUST ABOUT PERFECT. You all know what its like in the stores on Christmas Eve. As the store closed, the snow was accumulating and I needed to hurry home so I go could out with my friends, Trish and Emma and our boy friends. I remember how romantic walking in the snow was...now it’s just cold and wet.
We had walked up Hale Ave headed to my house. We moved off to the side of the road to avoid traffic. The area was not paved and it was slick. I had my hands in my coat pockets when all of a sudden I began to slide, fall, tumble. I remember my head hitting a rock, a lot of pain, and a lot of blood. Myron helped me up and we walked across the road to my house. I was a mess. I don't think I was crying; I never was the crying kind. Mother cleaned my face and changed my blood-stained clothes. Then the bad news. Five teeth were gone, well not exactly gone, but small pieces were all that was visible. The pain became horrific. My dad called our friend, Dr. Bill Martin. Dr. Martin thought it best to come to his office early Christmas morning. After a long and painful night, my Dad took me there to learn that the teeth had broken off and pushed upward...not good if they had reached the sinus cavity. I was blessed, the pieces could be removed. My dad held my hands as Dr. Martin pulled what was left of the five teeth. My face had already begun to turn black and to swell. Christmas dinner would be eaten through a straw!
I had never been overly concerned with appearance...until now. What would I do without five teeth? Not only was Christmas spoiled, but what good was that beautiful red dress with the rhinestone straps. Well, I had very wise parents. We celebrated Christmas in the spirit of Jesus' birth. The following day, my dad got in touch with Mr. Meredith to make me a temporary set of teeth, not easy to do since I could hardly stand to touch my painful face. But he did it. My mother gently applied cold and hot compresses to my face. The swelling began to subside. I would go to the dance, if Myron still wanted to take me and he said he did. Almost a week later I had five new teeth, a beautiful red dress with rhinestone straps, red pumps, and rhinestone earrings. Off to the dance we went!
Was this the perfect Christmas? In a way it was. My family celebrated together for the last time. My parents kept reminding me that I was more than a girl who had a damaged face. At this point I also learned about “pancake makeup” and how women like my mother made it work to their advantage. I am sure there were those who wondered why in the world didn't I stay home. Well, a girl who loved to dance and had a boy friend who didn't seem to mind her 'face', good friends who encouraged her, and a red dress, WHY NOT!!!
I am still saddened by the passing of Mike Farley.he was a friend,, fellow Eagle Scout and a man of deep faith.. So many of our classmates are feeling the efects of getting older. I feel very blessed to only suffer from a mildly arthritic left knee. Wishing Pat Smith a speedy and full recovery........Blessings to all !!!!
You OK? Haven't heard from you in a while.
I'd not be surprised to learn that you've been on the Salem College campus. What can you tell us?
I see that Alderson Broaddus Univ. will close its doors later this year (2023). Having never been to Philippi where it's located, I looked up the town online. The surrounding landscape, like so much of WV, is spectacularly beautiful; the town -- very small -- and college -- almost tiny -- appear similar to Concord. [In the '60s & '70s, Concord sports teams played AB in the WVIAC(onference)]. An aerial view of the campus suggests a lovely quadrangle. Little colleges can be the lifeline of little towns, so seeing even one have to cease operations is a sad event.
Hoping one (or several) of America's billionaires will "adopt" the school and keep it running -- so long as it's not as a propaganda mill. Or perhaps an arrangement like Salem University -- formerly Salem College (1888-1989), Salem-Teikyo Univ. (1989-2000), Salem International Univ. (2000-2017) -- would do the trick.
"I had a car wreck and was pronounced dead, they brought me back to life. For this I am grateful. I am still in bad shape due to Diabetes, but still plugging along"
At least a few of you probably remember Bill Morris, a classmate in 8th & 9th grades; a bit of a character. Well Bill gave me a call -- 1st contact in probably 8-10 years -- and we had a long catch-up talk, including the remembrance of our being kept after school for "cutting up" in Marguerite Miller's class at PJHS.
Bill (and wife Cleo) have lived in Va. Beach for 50+ years, I think. He sounded upbeat and enthusiastic as I've always known him to be. He asked about a number of PHS60 classmates, and if I'd say "hello" to all. So I'm saying "hello" from Bill Morris.
Mike is survived by his wife, Barbara Dillon Farley of Melbourne, FL; his daughter, Donna L. Prentice (Steven) of Land O’ Lakes, FL; his sons, Michael Shawn Farley (Laura) of Madison, AL and Jonathan Cleve Farley (Sendra) of Muncie, IN; his stepson, Danny Carl Shrewsbury of Pinellas Park, FL; his grandchildren, Thomas Michael Farley Prentice (Seychelle) of Lecanto, FL; Gabrielle Desirae Conner (TJ) of Princeton, WV, Brittany Anne Pena (Preston) of St. Augustine, FL; Cameron Simpson Farley of Madison, AL and Caroline Elizabeth Farley of Madison, AL; his great-grandchildren Judah Gil Pena of St. Augustine, FL and Piper Katlyn Conner of Princeton, WV. He is also survived by his brothers, David Farley (Jan), of Princeton, WV and Pat Farley of Pittsburgh, PA.
A service celebrating Mike’s life will be held 1:30 P.M. Monday, August 7, 2023, in the Chapel of the Memorial Funeral Directory with his dear friend of 30 years, Dr. David H. McKinley officiating. Burial will follow in the Rest Haven Memorial Park in Princeton. Friends may visit with the family Monday from 12:30 P.M. until the service hour. at the funeral home. Memorials may be made to Warren Baptist Church, 3203 Washington Road, Augusta, GA 30907. Serving as pallbearers will be Wayne Dillon, Shawn Rhodes, Kevin Rhodes, Greg Thompson, Justin Hypes & Adam Sarver.
Online condolences may be shared with the family via www.memorialfd.com. & the services will be webcast. The Farley family is being served by the Memorial Funeral Directory and Cremation Center on the Athens Road.
I just want to remind everyone about the Sensational Sixties Reunion in October. For more details, email me at jurylink@aol.com. Mike Herring, Edward Tomchin and Myron Anderson have committed and I heard Pete Stephenson was probobly going. This will be a good chance to see, not only our classmates, but also some younger ones. With Ron Coleman and my cousin, Mike Farley, just dying, we need not to put anything off. Hope to see you in October! Pat Smith
I miss Fred being on line. He could comment about how difficult basketball is on our athletes that it's not just football.
My prayers are that what's left of our class take good care of their body and spirit so we can last a little longer.
Carl, I loved your hot dog letter. I lived in NJ where you could have mustard and maybe some relish or sauerkraut.
When my kids find a place with chili they have to take me.
Yankee Stadium gives you a cold bun, weiner and a packet of French's mustard....don't remember the price!!!
God Bless!
Normally that would be the end of it, but I rather like it. In fact, I feel toward it like Jud Strunk did when performing his beautiful composition, "A Daisy A Day." He said, "This is just a very simple love song but I'm proud I wrote it." Well, I'm no shadow of Jud Strunk, but my letter is a very simple love song that I'm proud to have written." May one or two of you enjoy it.
The headline read "Hot dog days of summer" and I was hooked. (The hot dog captured my heart 75-plus years ago, and its luster endures.) A full-page homage to this great comfort food, describing an at-home hot dog bar with descriptions of nine dogs to "break out of a normal routine of ketchup and mustard."
And what a collection: six exotic geographical varieties (Hawaiian, Mexican, Chicago, Memphis, Buffalo and Seattle), plus Reuben, bacon Mac and Chili Cheese, replete with 22 toppings.
But wait! Gapingly missing from this impressive collection was the divine gold standard — hiding in our neighbor's backyard for generations. I speak of the "slaw dog," invented and perfected in a previous portion of the Old Dominion itself.
A marvel of West Virginian culinary artistry, the slaw dog is a wiener on a steamed (only) bun with mustard, chili (homemade to an exacting standard), chopped onion and, its crowning-glory namesake, creamy coleslaw.
Ahh, perfection through simplicity, like "Almost Heaven" itself.
Moving to Fredericksburg eight years ago, I relished the thought of sampling what I just knew would be a mother lode of slaw-dog variety. Instead, I found it virtually unheard of in these parts. Years of searching throughout the region yielded only futility.
West Virginians may be a private people, but surely plain-eating, appreciative central Virginians had discovered, embraced and glorified "the heavenly dog," hadn’t they? Alas, it seemed not.
Then, in the depths of COVID despair, my prayers were answered … right here in the burg. The sign barked at me: "WORLD'S BEST — Homemade Chili Recipe" hot dog, modestly residing at the corner of Lafayette Blvd. and Harrison Road: Powell's Friendly Market, as unpretentious as the treasure itself. And within? A pretty fair rendition of the West Virginia masterpiece.
M’m, M’m. My golden years are now complete.
Did you know it was invented in WV?
Looking forward to his hopefully posting some info.
Friends, with Kay Dillon's surprise and agonizing visit by shingles, Pat Smith's COVID, and other health issues being experienced, I remind you that folks our age, as a group, have less immunity than we had years & decades ago. So PLEASE take simple precautions to protect yourself, your loved ones, friends and neighbors.
1. Get the Shingrix vaccine ASAP to protect against shingles.
2. Within a few weeks -- by the end of August -- it is expected that a "tripledemic" vaccine will be available to protect -- thru a single shot -- against the i) newest strain of COVID-19, ii) the flu & iii) RSV -- Respiratory Syncytial Virus.
NOTE: while RSV doesn't pose great risk to older adults, seniors who contract it can pass it along to the young [e.g., grandchildren] for whom it is critically dangerous.
So take the time to get immunized. Shots are available at many drugstores (including the Walmart pharmacy) and are free. Protect yourself.
God is good even though we do not understand his plan. Mike and his wife have a very strong faith.
PETERSTOWN, WV — Ronald Dayton Skeens, age 82, passed away Sunday, July 23, 2023 at his residence. Born May 18, 1941 in Princeton, WV, he was the son of the late Dayton and Alice “Susie” Skeens White.
Ron had a spirit of determination to overcome anything within his path. Rising early to deliver papers in his family’s neighborhood before reporting for school, working part-time at ACME to help supplement the family finances and striving to do what he could to make life easier for his family. Ron showed musical talent early in school and was so gifted that by high school, he joined the Concord Commanders and played saxophone gigs as far away as Nags Head, North Carolina. His musicianship was impeccable, and he continued to play for the community throughout his life. Ron was a soloist and enjoyed music his entire life, and directed his church choir for many years at Rich Creek United Methodist church. He was an active member of the Rich Creek Lions club for many years and never missed working a Friday night bingo of the “Ox Roast”
While his love of music was cut short while serving as the local band and choir director at Narrows High school for many years, he started the next chapter of his life by receiving a degree in school administration from Radford University and becoming a principal. He had tremendous faith in himself and always kept striving. Ron exceeded all expectations due to his spirit of determination. A family man who dearly loved his wife, Clara, and sons, he was there to attend every basketball game and school event. He wanted the best for his boys, and they are a testament to Ron’s dedication as a father. After Clara’s death, Ron met and fell in love with his second wife, Shelia, who has been devoted to making a home and caring for Ron. She has been a blessing and comfort to Ron, making his life easier as his health declined.
In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his first wife, Clara Mae Hill Skeens; brother, Darrell Skeens; and an infant brother, Melvin Gilbert Skeens. Survivors include his wife, Shelia Skeens of Peterstown, WV; two sons, David Skeens and wife Heather of Riner, VA, and Timothy Skeens and wife Alicia of Lexington, KY; two brothers, James Skeens and wife Gwendolyn of Greenbackville, VA, and Larry Skeens and wife Janice of Madison, AL; one sister, Shirley Weikle and husband Louie of Princeton, WV; three grandchildren, Casey Marie Skeens, Justin Lee Skeens, and Austin Skeens; two step-grandchildren, Kaylie Renea Peak, and Anisley Jane Perdue.
Funeral services were held 1:00 p.m. Wednesday, July 26, 2023 at the Broyles-Shrewsbury Funeral Home Chapel in Peterstown, WV with Pastor Aubrey Whitlow officiating.
The family suggests memorial donations in Ron’s memory be made to the First Presbyterian Church, 702 Memorial Blvd, Narrows, VA 24124.
Brother Jim, Don Brohard, and I spent a lot of time at Camp Roland -- was a counselor there the summer before our sophomore year. I remember Yearout being there also. Don't remember Bean being there -- we , who were in another Boy Scout troop, always thought that Calvin received a Biden-enhanced advantage in his pursuit of merit badges and the Eagle Scout award due to his father being scoutmaster.
A company (could it have been Maidenform or Celanese?) had a picnic each summer for staff and families. There was more food than you could imagine and we scouts gorged ourselves on hot dogs, hamburgers, chips, etc. We also purloined (as true Scouts do not steal) literally dozens of water melons and cases of soft drinks and hid them in the creek (Wolf Creek) for later. It got a little dicey as one cabin and group would raid another's cache. Many of us ended up with stomach aches and had to pee for a week consuming our ill-gotten-gains at every opportunity.To this day, eating water melon late in the day will keep me up all night.
In all my years, I never heard the term (acronym) KYBO. You know what it means, don't you?
Brother Jim reports that the company that had their annual picnic at Camp Roland was Appalachian Power.
Remember Ronnie Skeens playingwith some of the older guys from Concord. Didn't he play the sax?
Kay I feel for you and the Shingles. I had and still have them several years back. Body cream with Aloe seemed to help topically and Bayer Back and Body 500 mg Aspirons were good. I still have tolerable pains on and off but my doctor has not recommended taking the shots, while still reacurring.
Tom for your game- "Thats the only rule that is contrary" Song and Artist?
Keep the Faith
Prayers and best wishes for all that are ailing!
Mike
Interesting that both have Senior Yearbook photos with quotes re "silent types."
Additional help -- scroll senior pictures and prose for two who share RJW's, they may be "spitting images" of one another.
Cookie, this one should be a cake walk for you.
And who better to welcome a Summer weekend than the brilliant, legendary, half-a-bubble-off singer-songwriter [a la Robert Mitchum] Roger Miller.
Try this YouTube video:
www[dot]youtube.com/watch?v=q-NKpDTwMms
IMPORTANT: copy and paste that web address into your browser address window AND then replace the "[dot]" portion with an actual dot -- making the address www.youtube . . .
Watch the video for a big , then have a good weekend.
Try new #55 -- Yoda says :"Two have RJW's, the mirror reflects the same.
Seeking update on Farley.
Fred should be happy with the notice of a reunion this year. Thanks Pat et.al..
Yes Tom, "NFN" means no first name so, my PHS60 "mystery guest" is known by but a single name.
Hint: It's not "Cher." And certainly not Socrates.
The Answer to Name Quiz xxx3 is "Wizzer" derived from the Mythical Merlin (a Wizard) then "transformed" into our own Wizzer.
The explanation for your "failure to find" frustration is that Jerry "Wizzer" Wizon moved from Pctn. during our high school years. Don't mean to brag but, thanks to my restraining order, he was barred from coming back to be in our PHS yearbook photos. [It's the only time that I ever out-smarted him, so I'm especially proud of this singular success.]
Brother Jim and I both had the chicken pox while still living on Mercer Street -- measles and mumps also. Back in those days, the medical MO was to expose your children to those viruses early on.
SENSATIONAL Sixties PLUS Reunion
Princeton High School CLASSES of 1960 - 1970
Friday, Oct. 20, 2023 & Saturday, Oct. 21, 2023
Our last 60s reunion was a wonderul experience! COVID slowed us down a bit, but we are ready to get together again. The planning committee is very excited that we will celebrate in the beautiful Chuck Mathena Center in Princeton.
We are still worklng on some special activities for Saturday where you can reminisce about your high school years at PHS and experience firsthand areas of Princeton's ongoing revitalization progress. More information on these activities will be sent in plenty of time for you to plan your weekend.
Our Sensationel Sixties PIus reunion will be held on TWO nights with a total cost of $80 per person. lf vou prefer to attend only one evening, your total cost is $40 per person. The deadline for registration is October l, 2023
FRIDAY, Oct. 20: "7-10 PM"
Registration, Heavy Hors D'ouerves,
Cash Bar, DJ Music
SATURDAY, Oct 21 "6-11 PM"
Registration, Class Photos, Happy
Hour, Cash Bar, Buffet Dinner, DJ
Music for Listening and Dancing
Saturday's Photo Schedule
PLEASE BE ON TIME
6:00 PM CLASS OF 1960
Steve Jessee wlll once again take Class Photo in Color and may be purchased wlth Cash or Credit Card. You will receive your photo
at the end of the evening.
Please email me at Jurylink@aol.com for registration packet.
Sounds like a good night to catch up with each other and our younger classmates.
Pat Smith
Kay is still very uncomfortable. New areas are surfacing daily.
Can you recommend an OTC topical ointment to relieve the pain and itching? We have been using cortisone.
Another potential piece of good news is that shingles is not contagious IF you have had chickenpox. If you have, you're pretty safe; if you haven't, proceed cautiously around Kay.
[See his & my comments about 6-7 replies below.]
So come on friends. Our persevering classmate, that rare corny-jokin' / ballroom-dancin' hybrid, deserves your support. And there must be many out there who have corny jokes to share.
So let's humor him -- literally. OK, who's gonna start?
Knock knock. Who's there?
The chicken after crossing the road.
I made this up -- poor, poor, poor!
Marcus.
Marcus who?
Mark us down as corny jokesters.
I got up in the middle of the night and scheduled myself for the Shingles shot and latest Covid booster tomorrow morning at Publix.
Little Moron jokes
Corny riddles
"He's so dumb, he thinks . . ." jokes
Dumb blonde jokes
Pastor, priest & rabbi jokes
Lawyer jokes
(. . . I could go on & on. And I ain't jokin')
Tom, sorry to hear about Kay getting shingles. Sure hope it's a short-term, mild case.
Classmates, ALL folks our age should be sure to be shingles vaccinated. Even if you got a shingles shot 4+ years ago, and thought that you were immune for as much as 20 years, a newer version called Shingrix came out since then and it's a GIANT step ahead.
Walk, don't run, but walk fast to about any pharmacy and ask for one. They're free for all Medicare folks and most others too. This is an easy illness to protect against, and one hears horror stories about how painful it can be if severe. As Edward said, your fan blowing on you can be incredibly painful.
We all carry the virus from childhood, and are particularly susceptical at our age.
Get the shot!!!