MHS Class of 1964 Classmate Input
Memories of (and Challenges to) the Class of 64By Pat Gayman Bates (7/26/04)
Our recent reunion of 40 years was so very much fun!!!!
To meet old friends and recall the many things we had done!!
But ladies, how could we have let the MEN be the only ones to recall the past ????
Although they had good times, we must remember that we girls had a blast!!!!!!
I am sorry that I didnt say a thing, (What a surprise, if you recall me in high school at all!! )
So to correct that, Id like to give a challenge to the Class of 64. one and all.
To put, on this website, in whatever manner is suitable to your taste, desire and time
Some of YOUR memories pictures, prose, a poem, or even add to mine!
Lets create a web page that is as alive with memories of the Class of 64!
(With our age, print, rather than recall, might be the place where memories are best stored!)
At our 40th reunion, Miss Gerke got quite a razzing from our memories
Seems she was the ultimate teacher to make our hearts freeze!
But we didnt recall other teachers who impacted our simple, unfocused lives
They had faith wed grow up, make a difference, and be wonderful husbands and wives.
Miss Lance, with her love of journalism, helped us record the history of Moscow High
And to see Mrs. Schmike, upon hearing of President Kennedys death, break down and cry.
Mrs. Warren sternly teaching us girls about appropriate 60s beauty
To NEVER be seen with curlers in our hair was our ultimate womanly duty!
Firm but fun Mrs. Hungerford would keep her eyes on each of us as shed speak
Not a flirting glance to a guy or an important note could we sneak
Being a teacher myself, those teachers in a much different light I now see
For they were strong and understanding of how teenagers needed to be!
The MHS emblem on the front of our pep sweaters.. right there over our limited chests
And down below those tight, tight black skirts, which put even walking to the test!
We piled our hair so very high, eye shadow so thick it was difficult to blink
Even though we looked so hot our teachers had the audacity to require us to think!
Speaking of scholastic aptitude .. seems it wasnt the priority in our years at Moscow High
With boys and girls and hormones flowing, learning took second place to that cute looking guy!
It was quite hard to read Shakespeare with any great understanding or feeling
When that guy sitting next to you sent your heart and head reeling
And who really cared if a participle dangled or a verb was tense?
The really important thing was who were you with at the last dance?
The mixers were the only reason we actually attended school
Where the music would rock and the guys were quite cool
Where 30 girls would cram into the bathroom to check our hair
And one more potent squirt of Tigress perfume would permeate the air!
If the guys wouldnt ask us to dance, as they seemed to have feet of clay
Then we girls-with each other- would dance the night away!
(Many a slumber party was actually a dance class in disguise
Oh the things we girls did just to get the attention of the guys!)
To us , dancing was the very best of all sports.
As wed stroll, jerk, Watusi, and do twists of all sorts!
Remember the bon fires, the pep rallies, our rah-rahs for Moscow High
The pep club cheering as the cheerleaders went bouncing and leaping by
Remember the many games we girls faithfully attended and cheered till our throats were sore?
Were we true sportswomen.... of course we were not.... we rarely even knew the score!
Our lives were truly unfocused, our world was so totally consumed with the subject of boys
Long phone calls, slumber parties, dating and taking long walks at midnight were our joys!
I now.. these many years later.. understand why our parents would shake their heads and say
Whatever is happening to the children of today????
I recall one of our greatest joys was learning how to drive
It gave us freedom. scared the older folks . and made us feel alive!
Remember the six girls in my moms tiny Metropolitan that would actually hold only one?
Linda was trying to learn to drive a stick shift up the hill on 7th street. We were having such fun!
Until my dad, coming home from a long day of work, came driving up that very same street
The ensuing lecture from my raging, red-faced father was anything but sweet!!
The time I borrowed dads car so a bunch of us could go to a dance in town
And the trouble I was in when footprints on the cars roof my father found!
Now that were in the real world, we can clearly see our world of 64 was quite small
And yet, 40 years later, those times still mean so very much to us all!!
Lifes all about relationships..and we certainly formed them well in 64
So in another five years in 2009...lets all meet back together for more!!!!!!!!!!!!