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Bonnie Johnson Lyon and Linda Nunes West, 1964

Bonnie Blanchard, Gary Blanchard's sister sent me this photo. Me on the congo, Gary, and even my mom on the left. So, that was then. I don't even know who some of the other people are!! (submitted by George Martin)

Senior Sneak Day - June 12, 1967 So, as no attempts were made to name these kids, we will tell you. L to R, Mike Kolar, Bob Anaya, Pat Canup, Malcolm High, Ron Santos, Unidentified girl in red ( any ideas?) Art Rodriquez and Mark Price.

Bishop School, Grade 2, Mrs. Kirby

Grade 3, Mrs. Hughes

Grade 4, Mrs. Smith

Grade 5, Mrs. Wiedenmann

Grade 6, Miss Logan

Sandy Broome Stone and Jim Moneyhun, Graduation, 1967

The following 3 photos were graciously contributed by one of our star participants, Malcolm High. These photos are absolutely priceless.

december 66..back row: bob wissmath..kathy mcnew..our lovely bonnie..mike(where is he now) kolar..my girlfriend from fremont high, sandy..bottom row: bill stouffer..his date kathy..pat thompson and his date amber

pat samion..gary ewbank..ron boselly..mike kolar..camping trip memorial wknd 1967..spot the pancake..

me..judy hendrix..sharon hart..bruce fuller..shirley cross..ron boselly...sadly, bruce killed in 68 in viet nam

Birthday party - July 24, 1956 ..
That's Judy Hendrix (Maselli) and Kathy Cole (Gee) in the lower right of the pic. My older sister, Kathy, and Judy's older sister Pat (SHS class of '64) are in the upper left of the pic. Ken Verdugo (SHS class of '69) and my younger sister, Betty, (stroller, SHS class of '73) are also in the pic.
Photo from John Gomez's collection

David Van Fossen, Sheryl Scarberry, 1969

Sheryl Scarberry, Suzanne Regas, Joanne Regas ,'68 and Gene Yeakley, '68

1974 - On the Tennis Court
Louie Alicea, John Cardiel, Sam Perry & John Esway

Louie Alicea with Pancho Gonzales, Las Vegas Golf Course, 1977

Eddie Ochoa and John Esway, 19??

Bonnie and Mike meet for dinner in Las Vegas, 1980 something...

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Contributions Were From Our Literary Classmates

This Published Author Tells Us How It Was

Lene And Viviane

Are You Older Than Dirt?

1. Blackjack chewing gum

2. Metal ice trays with lever

3. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water

4. Drive-ins

5. Candy cigarettes

t 6. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles

7. Roller skate keys

8. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes

9. Butch wax

10. Peashooters

11. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers

And 12. Blue flashbulb

13. Studebakers

14. Party lines

15. Newsreels before the movie

16. P.F. Flyers

17. Howdy Doody

18. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933)

19. 45 RPM records

20. Mimeograph paper

21. S&H greenstamps

22. Hi-fi's

23. Packards

24. Wash tub wringers

I Guess We Should Have Stocked Up?

Q: What is the most common remark made by 60+ year olds when they
enter antique stores?

A: 'Gosh, I remember these.'

Wouldn't you love to have that car now, Oscar?

Well Dennis did it last until you finished college?

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EDWINA BENNER SCHOOL 1962 - 1963

Special thank you to David Yonemoto
for his contribution of the Benner Yearbook for this site.

Q: Is it common for 60+ year olds to have problems with short term
memory storage?

A: Storing memory is not a problem, retrieving it is a problem.

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MADRONE SCHOOL 1962 - 1963

WE THOUGHT WE KNEW EVERYTHING,

LITTLE DID WE KNOW....

Black and White
(Under age 40? You won't understand.)

You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.
Pull a chair up to the TV set,
'Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.

My mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice-pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring)-- no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE, and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries, but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now...

Flunking gym was not an option, even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.

Oh yeah ... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.

Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.

I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front step, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?

We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!

How did we ever survive?

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