This is the beginning of the end of 2014 and 60 years since 10th grade (first year) at Wiley High. If we kept a diary, or marked up a monthly calendar, it might have looked like this picture - at least that's what I thought when preparing the reunion book for our 50th reunion.
Marlon Brando and Ronald Reagan movies played at downtown theaters that month and we didn't give it much thought, but most of us preferred Brando. Mr. Sandman was on the radio bom, bom, bom bom, and it sounded like girls singing barbershop.
Over in Illinois there was no speed limit until then and you could buy a season ticket to Wiley basketball games for 3 bucks just rotary dial the athletic department at C(for Crawford) -2191.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Friday, October 10, 2014
Oh We Love the Halls of Wiley
That surround us here today
And we will not forget
Though we be far, far away.
To Those hallowed halls of Wiley,
Every heart will bid farewell,
And shimmer off in twilight,
Like the old vesper bell.
One day a hush will fall,
The footsteps of us all,
Will echo down the hall & disappear,
But as we sadly start,
Our journey far apart,
A part of every heart will linger near;
In those sacred halls of Wiley.
Where we lived and learned to know,
That through the years we'll see you,
In the sweet after glow.
The part of my heart that lingers took over a few years ago when I prepared a "calendar" for the reunion book with a page for each month the class spent at Wiley. Looking back at it today, I'm glad I did. I reviewed Terre Haute newspapers at the library and collected pictures from multiple sources and tried to include as many people from my WHS class as possible. Then I sent each page to Sandy Hartman Hicks and she and Susie Hines Thiel edited and helped to put the book together. Mostly Sandy because Susie always had to go feed her horses or something but we got it done. (You know I love you, Susan, and I know you don't check the internet any more). We all miss Sandy. ...
The premise was - we wished we had taken more photos and kept a record of what those 3 years at Wiley were like. If we had, they might have looked like this
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