A Baby Boomer's Scrapbook
Carol Heppner's Page:
Mr. Anthony’s Art class, I think Carol Heppner, Dana Wint, Rose Mason and Pat
Varner used to sit together most of the time and, if someone else didn't get
there first, I always tried to sit with them. Pat was often quiet and I think that she may have had a steady boyfriend.
I'm pretty sure that Dana was engaged to an older guy with nice car and a steady
job and she was quiet most of the time as well. Carol was not quiet. She was fun and funny and would giggle or
laugh at the drop of a good dirty joke. As
a matter of fact, she was probably the one who most often had a joke to tell. I
even remember one that I can attribute to her (probably because she repeated it
to several people within earshot of me).
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night a few of us heard about a drinking party in
Heppner wrote in my yearbook:
don’t know if that was the night but one night when we went drinkin’ in the
woods, something happened that seemed very funny at the time. She probably
won’t remember or will think that I’m makin’ it up but I hope Carol
won’t mind if I tell what happened.
was pretty dark in the woods that night and, other than the occasional match to
light a cigarette, nobody wanted to turn on any lights to attract the attention
of any potential adult intruders (ie… police). Of the several people who were
there (more than a dozen or so), I only remember Jerry Palmer and Carol
(although it could have been the same night that I was with Butch, Audrey and
probably an hour of drinking and talking, someone suggested that it was time to
take a pee so everyone headed into the woods to unload their beer. A few minutes
after we all gathered back at the cars (and the beer), somebody noticed that
Carol hadn’t returned. After calling her name a whole bunch of times and
getting no response, we all scattered back into the woods to find her.
took a while but eventually somebody (I think it was Jerry) came back with Carol
who was all right except for a little (but not much) embarrassment.
turns out that the reason Carol couldn’t answer our loud calls was because, as
she sat down on a log to take care of business, she fell over backwards. With
her pants caught on the log and lying on her back with her feet in the air, she
was giggling so hard at her predicament that she couldn’t get up. She also
couldn’t stop laughing long enough to answer yell back so we could tell where
someone heard her giggles and helped her up and back to the cars where the rest
of us were.
An email from Carol
Heppner Dekraker to Max
and by the way… Carol’s punch-line was “Slipper, Pants and Jumper…”.