A Baby Boomer's Scrapbook
The Kids at
At this point I should probably
apologize to my daughter, Kylene.
From the time she started high
school, I have been doing my best to convince Kylene that, for her own good, she
should spend a lot more time on academic pursuits that would help to give her a
better future and a lot less time thinking about her social life and about boys.
I'm afraid that those sincere
admonishments are pure hypocrisy on my part.
As far as my own high school academic
pursuits were concerned, I took the easiest courses that would let me graduate
(like art and shop, no algebra or foreign languages, etc.) and only did the
minimum amount of school and homework that I needed to do to get by. The pursuit
of happiness was my number one priority and that meant being with friends and
girls, being friends with girls, going to parties and ball games to meet girls,
to dances and cruising for girls, to movies and makin' out, makin' out at the
movies, girls and parking and parking with girls.
Fortunately or unfortunately,
considering my mental, hormonal and emotional state as a teenage boy, much of
what I remember from high school had to do with girls and sex (Well actually,
although there were a few feeble attempts, while in high school there was no
sex, as much groping and fondling as I could get away with, but no sex). As you might guess, my apology has to do
with the fact that most of the memories I have recorded are about that bias. I'm
sorry about that but that is the way my brain was wired. Right or wrong, those
were the memories that stuck and it can't be helped.
In my defense, I must say that I
don’t think my preference for girls was entirely unwarranted. I always thought
(and still do) that girls looked good, they felt good (when they would let me
feel), they smelled good, they tasted good and, for the most part, seemed to be
a lot smarter than the guys I hung around with (sorry, guys). I had to grow up with five brothers. Why
wouldn't I rather be with girls?
Anyway, I do apologize and I hope you
won't think too badly of me for appearing to be the male chauvinist that either
culture or genetics or stupidity make me out to be.
In order to help keep things straight
in my head, I went through the '64 yearbook and put all of the kid's names down
in alphabetical order. I've listed the every one by name and graduation year.
Click on any of the images to make them larger...
Diana Ahearn :
Vivian Alexander :
Nancy Amley (
Annette Andrews :
Alice Arndt :
Eugene Arndt :
Margaret Arnold :
Pamela Armstrong 
Ken Augustine :
Bruce Bacon :
I don’t remember much about Bill at the time except that he was Ruth’s younger brother and Peggy’s older brother.
is the yearbook entry from Linda Becks:
recorded the following words of wisdom in my yearbook:
Ole boy, ever since we've known each other
we've had a few laughs together. We've also has a
few lumps together like in English, but it was all in
Fun. I'll always remember the fun times we've had
together and you, ole pal who I enjoy knowing.
"lumps" that Jerry is talking about is when guys used to punch each
other in the arm over and over again until somebody said uncle. Dumb… real
remember Jerry as being a real neat person...I mean, literally, very neat. His
hair was always well
don't remember much about the specifics of when and where but we did pal around
quite a bit in gym, in classes and in the hallways. The last time I remember
seeing Jerry was in the
H. Beebe :
M. Beebe :
1989 Class of 1964
Major Life Events:
My two sons being born
and, of course, getting married. The soccer team I was coaching took first place
and a trophy. Having a job at Dow Chemical
Work, Boy Scouts and
trying to keep up with the work at home.
Advancing myself in my
job at Dow.
Mr. French taking Jim
Sampson down to the office by the ear.
Classmates Have contact
Dave Schneider and Bob
She was down at her
aunt's house when my parent's house burned to the ground. I left for awhile to
get calmed down and went to her aunt's house. That's how we met.
Mrs. Davis- she was just
a person you would remember because of the way she taught
Two years in the Army,
one of which I spent in
With my job I am a fill in foreman. I have been married going on 24 years. I have coached baseball, soccer and I am an assistant Scoutmaster.
D. Bloomfield :
Rae Boman :
summer day Joyce Boulis came down to the beach at Francis Grove and sat down on
the sand with several other girls. She was the only one there without a suit on
and for some dumb reason, I decided to give her a hard time about it and throw
her into the water. I managed to drag her, kicking and screaming, almost to the
water when the girls on the beach also started yelling at me to stop. Being the sensitive guy that I am
(sensitive to the possibility that 5 girls might think of me as a real jerk) I
THIS IS WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO WRITE SO I'LL
WRITE IT. THIS IS HOW MUCH I
LOVE YOU XXXXXXXX.
GOOD LUCK IN ALL YOUR FUTURE YEARS AND IN
EVERYTHING YOU DO. ALWAYS REMEMBER STUDY
HALL AND HOW WE WORKED SO HARD TO GET OUR
WORK DONE. "64" JOYCE"
M. Burwick :
Ilene Card :
Major Life Events:
I bought two brand new
cars. I have lived on my own for ten years. I got married at 29 years of age and
have given birth to three children, now aged ten, eight and five. My jobs have
included baby-sitting, Dow Chemical, Chemical Bank and Trust and Woodland Place
Wife, mother, church
activities and taxi driver for my children.
Plants, sewing and
A part-time job until
all children are in school all day.
I have contact with
Diana Hecht Zielinski, Ruth Bailey Boman, Linda Grant and Sue McGraw.
We both worked at
Chemical Bank and Trust. He had just moved here from Detroit and wore an awful
green pinstriped suit. It was in style for Detroit but not for Midland.
Mrs. Montague; When I
first got into biology class I just knew I wouldn't make it. She told me I could. I ended up with an A
Mrs. Davids; When my
father died she took me to the beauty salon in
I have lived in Midland
and Beaverton. I have traveled to California and drove to Florida and Tennessee
and those states in between.
Marriage and children.
Night courses offered by
Chemical Bank at Delta College.
Varner Cassady :
yearbook note read:
nice words are most of what I remember of Joan. We did have good times on the
bus. The morning ride was often cold, quiet and sleepy but the rides home were a
time to wind down from the school day and just yak, play cards and generally
horse around as much as the bus driver would allow.
don’t have many specific memories about them, just a warm and fuzzy feeling
that at least some of rides were, as Joan mentions, good enough that I should
have remembered them.
[No Graduation Photo]
only remember Pat as Dorothy and Joan’s younger sister.
Pat is married to Roy Mason.
Pat is married to Roy Mason.
R. Cooper :
Cornman Jr. :
Ann Croutch :
imagine that almost everybody knew and liked Bob Davids. We were good friends
from the time we met, even though we didn't seem to have a lot in
day in his English class, Mr. Reid was talking about sticking two things
together and used the word adheses. Bob raised his hand and said "Mr. Reid,
I don't think that there is such a word as 'adheses'. I think you mean
'adheres', don't you?"
said Mr. Reid "I'm sure that the word is adhese."
conversation went back and forth between Bob and Mr. Reid a couple of more times
until it was suggested that we consult the dictionary. The word adhese wasn't
there and Mr. Reid was sure that if we looked in the big dictionary in the
library that it would be there. After class, we went do the library and looked.
Of course it wasn't there.
know, it's a dumb story but, when I think of Bob, that's one of the things that
little adventure prompted this entry in my yearbook:
Be good ole boy and always remember our fun "times" especially
the ones at McDonalds(?) Whatever you do in life, try to someday
run through the jungle and look at the pretty flowers and
home and let someone slug you with a baseball bat and don't let it
phase you a bit.- I know this will be hard but you and I know that
it can and has been done by an exceptional person.
Remember track & good luck in [the] rest of your life. Work hard when
You have to and you'll never be sorry. Look forward to the fun times
Bobbie - Bob Inc.
Bob wrote is a sort of a metaphor for something that happened when Bill Mills,
Bob and I were dragging the drive-ins one Saturday night.
were no spaces left to park, so Bill pulled into the parking lot of the store
next door to McDonald's. Before we could stop, a car pulled in front of us to
keep us from moving forward, another car pulled in behind us to keep us from
backing up and the 8 guys in them piled out and proceeded to try and drag us out
of Bill's Plymouth. Bob was riding shotgun and I was in the middle of the front
seat between him and Bill. His window was open and some big guy kept punching
Bill in the side of the head through the open window until Bill could crank it
up and shove the door open enough to get out and defend himself.
got pulled out and ran over to the Bay Station to call the police. That left me
still sitting in the middle of the car with one guy on the left and another guy
on the right both trying to pull me out of the car at the same time. They
finally got their act coordinated and pulled me out on my head from the driver's
side. When I got up one of the two hit me in the face a few times until, in an
shameless appeal to cast aspersions on his character, I said something like
"Hey fella, does it make you feel like a real man to beat up on someone
half your size?". Anyway, the
ploy worked and he turned around walked back to the crowd where Bill was
finishing his battle.
he got out of the car, Bill was able to go after the guy who was punching him in
the face and, after a few good smacks almost knocked him on his ass. After he backed off, the big dude told
Bill why they had ganged up on us. He and his friends thought that someone in a
car like Bill's had reported them to the police for reckless driving or
something and they were just looking to pay them back. After they figured it out
to be a case of mistaken identity, everyone got back in their cars and drove
that time, Bob had returned from the gas station after calling the police so we
just waited until the policeman got there. As he was writing a report, the two
cars that had stopped us drove through McDonald's and we pointed them out to the
cop. He just looked up for a second, said something like "OK", and
then continued to write out his report. So
much for the long arm of the law…
aside from our bruised egos, Bill only ended up with only a bruised face and me
with a split lip and blood all over my shirt.
must have traveled pretty fast and the next Monday at school, it seemed like
everyone we knew had heard some version of a story about what had happened to
us. Of course the topic was hard for me to avoid because I walked around with a
band-aide on my lip for two or three days.
turns out that that wasn’t the end of it though. Bob’s dad hired a lawyer to
see what we could do about the boys who tried to beat us up. I think the
lawyer’s name was Leonard [C.] Battle. We
were able to identify most of our attackers from my Midland High School
yearbook. When we showed them to the lawyer, it didn’t take him long after he
read their names to tell us that we should forget about any legal action. It
turned out that several of the boys were sons of prominent citizens and/or Dow
executives and Attorney Battle’s advice was that we probably couldn’t afford
to do battle with their parents or any of their attorneys.
though nothing came of it, I always appreciated that Bob and his dad cared
enough about Bill and I and our injuries (as slight as they were) to try and do
something like that.
than a year before he was old enough to get a driver’s license, Bob had a car.
Bob’s dad sold lake front property and, in one sale, he traded a lake lot for
an Alpha Romeo sports car that he gave to Bob.
Of course, this was both a blessing and curse. Imagine, being a teenage
boy, having this beautiful car sitting in a garage, looking at it day after day
and being unable to drive it, for more than a year. Talk about being ‘all
dressed up with no place to go”!!!
he was eventually able to drive, it was real cool to ride shotgun with him. That
did have its drawbacks though. On at least one occasion that I remember, we went
to a dance where he met a girl. Bob decided to take the girl for a ride but,
having only 2 seats, there was no good way for me to invite someone to go along
for a ride as well. Naturally, being a finicky sports car, it must have stalled
somewhere and some dark back road but, fortunately for me, poor Bob got it
started in time to bring the girl back to the dance at closing time.
Unfortunately, I got stuck at the dance alone until Bob eventually returned. Although I really like sports cars, I
sure was glad when he traded his Alpha in on a Pontiac GTO.
was as passionate about sports as he was good at them. I think Bob went out for
everything except baseball. Although much shorter than the average player, he
was especially good at basketball.
did a little better in the ‘62/’63 season but we only won a couple of games
in the ‘63/’64 season. I remember one home game pretty well. I think it may
have been with Bullock Creek. The guys were playing very hard and the game was
very close all evening.
not real excitably but that night was think I was yellin’ so loud that the
people sitting next to me were covering their ears and telling me to keep it
down a little. Bob was playing his
heart out and I think that we were ahead until the last few minutes when the
other team got another couple of baskets and did us in.
looked like he took it pretty hard so I went to the locker room to congratulate
him for his effort and to try and cheer him up a little. Whatever I said sure
didn’t work because I can still remember seeing his face as he broke down and
cried. That was probably just the start of what I think was one of the most
emotional nights in my life. I’ll add more to the story when I talk about
have other stories about Bob but most concerned events that happened in the
summers of ’64 and ’65 in the transition from School Life to Life’s
I think that their friendship may have developed after I graduated but I learned from Connie Williams when I met her again in 2003 that she had also been good friends with Bob Davids. What follows is part of an email reply that I got from Connie after I told her of my experiences with Bob...
only remember Patsy Dice the younger sister of twins Wanda and Wilma's who lived
a couple of houses north of us on the other side of Eastman Road. Wanda and
Wilma both got married before they graduated from high school. I don't know what happened to Patsy.
Ann Draves :
than the fact that she is tall, since finding her on the Internet, I know more
EVERLY DUHE, MARILYN
Major Life Events:
Twenty-two years at Dow
Work and hobbies
Sewing; I make most of
my own clothes. Bowling, golf, needlework and music. I play the piano and organ.
I've been the church organist since high school.
We met at the
candy/cigarette machines where we worked in the same building at Dow Chemical.
He was waiting for my friend and I to make up our minds on what we wanted. His first words to me were, "typical
I've made about nine or
ten trips to Hawaii. I lived there for eight months in 1970.
Michigan University for two years.
remaining memory of Janice Fath was as Ray Mason's steady girlfriend. I was
hitchhiking to or from somewhere and Ray and Janice picked me up in the
customized white 55 or 56 Plymouth that Ray had bought from one of the Varner
boys (Ray or Donny, I'm not sure). Last I heard, Ray and Janice have been
happily married for many years.
only remember Erna Fick  as Judy's sister.
made the following
To a good ol English buddy. Remember that
do too many things wrong.
probably drove around or got caught drinkin' with Dave more times than I should
have. I don't know which time he was talking about in his yearbook note to me.
Perhaps the volume of alcohol that I consumed killed that memory all together.
think the last time I saw Dave was after he graduated from Meridian, probably in
late '65 or early '66. When he pulled up to one of the pumps in his shiny new
yellow Corvette Sting Ray where I was working as a gas station attendant at the
Bay Station on Ashman in Midland and, on seeing him, was green with envy for
more than one reason. I had lost my deferment because I wasn't taking enough
hours at Delta College and got drafted. I dropped out of school because I
couldn't avoid the service but, to avoid the Army, I joined the Air Force and
was given an enlistment date of February 6, 1966.
Dave got a lot luckier than that. At the time anyway, I think that he was
somehow able to avoid the draft and, through his dad or some other relative, got
a job at Saginaw Steering Gear. Here
I am, driving an old Renault Dauphine, just gettin' by on $1.70 an hour and
looking at 4 years of involuntary servitude while he was making three or four
times that much, could easily afford that new Corvette while still living at
home and was looking at an easy continuation of teenage life as usual.
suspect the apparent greener pastures (or, in this case, a yellow Corvette) on
Dave's side of life was just the green of envy at the time.
In addition to her friendship with Bob Davids, Connie Williams also told me a little about the time she spent with Dave Fink...
will always remember Joanell Finney as
never knew why but was shocked when they broke up and even more shocked when
Joanie eventually hooked up with, pardon my expression, an }L%@&#~X!
like Jim Brink. I don't know what happened to her but I sure hope her life
turned out better than I thought it might if she stayed with Jim for very long.
Hopefully, Jim was able to change significantly from what I knew about him at
said in my yearbook,
last memory of Norma is kind of unusual. She was collecting money at the gate to
Francis Grove one summer day when I went to swim (actually, I probably almost
never went there to swim, looking for girls was the more likely excuse). I think
Bob Bailey may have been the lifeguard and, when he had to go the bathroom, he
asked me to sit in the chair until he got back. I would have probably been hard
pressed to save my own buns if I got in trouble in the water let alone save
someone else's butt but who could pass up lookin' as cool as a lifeguard so, of
course, I said yes.
I'd been sitting there for a few minutes when some kid came running up to the
chair and said "Hi!". I returned his greeting and when I asked him
what I could do for him and he said, "I don't know. Norma just told me to
Bob got back to take his place on the lifeguard stand, I went to the gate to ask
Norma why she wanted that kid to say 'Hi' to me.
apparently thought that the kid looked so much like me that she thought I had
left and was just returning. After she realized that it wasn't me, she was so
convinced that we were look-alikes that she knew if I saw him, it would be as if
I was looking in a mirror so she sent him to say hello. Unfortunately for Norma, I didn't catch
on and the kid left before I could check him out again. I have no clue about who
he was but the whole idea has always seemed to me like a good start for a
science fiction time travel story about my traveling back in time to say
"Hi" to myself.
School Life: The Kids at Meridian High, G-L (Music may play, have volume control ready... ;-)
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