THE WI NEWSLETTER 06/02

THE WI NEWSLETTER

Editor: Roleta Smith Meredith

Issue 78

February 2006

JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING
The Clarksburg Reunion Picnic held in Sarasota, Florida on March 4, 2006 is for anyone who lives in Clarksburg, West “BY GOD” Virginia; has ever lived in Clarksburg; has ever visited Clarksburg or ever plans to visit Clarksburg; married someone from Clarksburg; knows anyone who already lives in Clarksburg or wishes they were from Clarksburg…..I think that covers just about everyone who is welcome to the picnic….

EXCEPT::: You need to notify me that you will be attending---I would hate to run out of those wonderful WV hot dogs that we serve each year. Roleta1@aol.com

ROBINSON GRAND PICTURES
submitted by: Jim Ashley (WI '62)
Jashley4@cox.net
Roleta, know these are late for December, but I know I'll lose track of them before January (so if I send them to you and you lose track of them, it is all your fault :-) )

When I was home for Thanksgiving, my nieces pulled out a bunch of old photos from around 1952 and 1953. After reading the great letters from everyone about the Robinson Grand theater, I remembered that one of those pictures was of my sister (Barbara Ashley, WI '52) working at the candy stand at the Robinson Grand and another of her outside the theater.

The other photos are of the "Senior Steps" at WI in the spring of 1952. The third photo has Delores Huber, unknown, Delores's sister (can't remember her name), Barbara Ashley, and Norma Davis. Norma was class of '53, I believe, so not sure why they were letting her hang out on the front steps??!!

The fourth photo is Barbara Ashley, Norma Davis, and the mystery Huber sister. Norma was my sister's lifetime best friend, so maybe they gave her a dispensation for being there. The Huber sisters' parents owned a little neighborhood grocery store and the end of Duncan Avenue just in front of the entrance to Winding Way. Mrs. Huber used to babysit me in the store when my mom had errands to run and I have great memories of all the candy that Mrs. Huber would pull off the shelf for me.

FINAL NOTICE
This is your final notice. Make your reservations for the picnic now.

March 4, 2006
Place: Twin Lakes Park in Sarasota, Florida…about ½ mile east of I-75---it is really easy to find the location. The picnic pavilion is reserved for us from 9:00 am until 4:00pm…so if you are staying in a nearby hotel you are welcome to gather together with your friends for your morning coffee and doughnut and enjoy the early morning communing with the lovely Florida nature. There is a nice path around the lakes –so get some exercise too!

Bring a covered dish or stop at the local market and pick up something.
Bring your own drink.
You may want a folding lawn chair. Park bench may get hard.
And don’t forget to bring some money for the “pot” to help cover the expenses.
Raffle tickets will be sold for the benefit of the WIN Scholarship. There will be 2 raffles this year. One will be for a beautiful quilt.
And the other raffle will be for many donated items.
Directions: I will furnish directions to anyone requesting them. Write to Roleta1@aol.com for any directions or information concerning the picnic.The park is the same location where we have had the picnic for the last 5 years.

I also have information on hotels but the room space is running low.

YOU’VE GOT TOPICS HERE ARE REPSONSES
submitted by: Jack Emerick (WI '53)
CadilacJak54@aol.com
Hi Roleta,
I have been pretty inactive for a few months, so I will try to make amends for that. I certainly remember Miss Shackleford. I can remember my six years at Carlisle Grade School and the visits by the very strict Queen of the Zaner-Blosser Writing Acadamy. She was pretty tough. I can remember that Patty Aiellio was nearly perfect with her push-pulls and Ovals.The big thing was holding your hand perfectly level and moving your entire arm back and forth, or in a circular pattern. The arm was supposed to float on the desk. I never could do them correctly, but I tried. I think that I failed to get my writing certificate in the sixth grade. Only a few of my classmates actually used the system as it was intended to be used. If she would happen to pass by your desk and catch you writing with your fingers, you might get a crack on the back of the hand with a ruler. OUCH ! ! ! Anyway , it was much fun.

This letter is a combination letter, so feel free to edit it any way that appeals to your journalistic touch. I can remember the Pure Ice Cream store on Pike St. just across the street from the Immaculate Conception Catholic Church. It sat on the corner of a street that went from Pike to Sandy Boulevard. I grew up on S. Maple Ave. and Virginia Ave. very close to Carlisle. In fact , we had lived in a cottage at 235 1/2 Maple (which was diagonally across the street from the school) till the second grade. We then moved to 112 Virginia Ave. which was located two doors down the street behind the school. I visited the store often in the summer months. I can still remember their banana splits, and milk shakes. I also remember the rather unique cooling system that they had. It was not air conditioning, but rather a system that had a huge sprayer on the roof that reminded one of a lawn spray. It ran all the time and I guess the wet roof and the process of evaporation cooled the building. Anyway, the ice cream was delicious. I think that they were the first to carry banana popsicles. I really liked riding over there on my bike and getting a triple scoop cone which I think cost about 25 or 30 cents.(late 40's ).

Item # 3. The Gore Hotel. I have some really fond memories of the Gore. I think that mostly I remember trips to the doctors in that building. My family used the services of doctors Gocke,Gocke,Gocke, & Lough. I was delivered by Doctor Tom Gocke. Some times when we went there, it would be Dr. Bill Gocke that would see us. Other times , I would be the patient of Dr Don Lough. His daughters, Judy, Sandy (Mrs Steve Limbers), and Sharon, all attended WI. Dr. Jack Gocke left the family practice and became an eye doctor. I can remember sitting in that waiting room on a number of occasions. My other recollections of the Gore were of the bowling alley that was located in the basement. It was a really neat place. This was in the years before the later Jewel City, which has since been turned into a large public meeting /convention center type facility which hosts Bingo tournaments. People come in chartered buses and stay all day. There is also the Compton Bowling Lanes which are still operating. The stair way went down from the front of the building, just to the left of the main doors of the lobby. The basement was pretty deep and the steps were fairly long. When you reached the bottom, there was a counter just to the left and there were some tables with chairs where you could sit if you had ordered food. They served sandwiches and hot dogs , etc. This area also had some pin ball machines available, as well. There was a lattice work wall just behind the counter to your left, and behind it you could see people bowling "duck pins" which were the little pins that were much smaller than the regular pins and the balls that you used were also much smaller, and I think, devoid of holes for your fingers and thumb. Back at the bottom of the stairs which ran down alongside a load bearing wall there was an arch on the right which opened thru that wall and this is where the regular alleys were located. These were just like alleys today, except that there were no automatic pinsetters back in those days. Young guys would work in the evenings, after school, setting pins, and it was no easy job. You had to work pretty fast, and return the ball, get the pins that were laying all over the alley out of the way, and then get out of the way yourself to avoid being hit by the second ball. I don't think that they got very much pay, and it was not the kind of job that you could leave for a minute to get a drink or go to the bathroom, etc. I believe , as I reflect upon it, that there were also some pool tables in the area where the tables and chairs were. I am hoping that a certain fellow that was a couple of years ahead of me, and who I believe worked there while he was at WI will see this and respond with some more information about this sports/exercise Mecca of the 1940's-50's. ARE YOU LISTENING BILL? 'Nuff said about that! !

Item # 4 The December 2005 mystery picture is, I believe, the old Sinclair Station which was located on the north-west corner of Sixth St. and Main St. It occupied the location now occupied by the Harrison County Senior Citizens Center. Of course, for those that have been away a long time, just across Sixth St. is the Episcopalian Church and diagonally on the south-east corner is the Central Fire Station, while directly across Main was the old DeSalles School of Nursing, which has been replaced by the Caperton Center of the Fairmont State University's Clarksburg Campus. The house seen to the right and rear of the station is the house that Emmet Randolph, brother of Dr, Burl Randolph. urologist, used for his Dumont Television Center TV store during the 50's. It was located diagonally across the street from the Parish House which almost all of the WI students from that era will remember as the place where all of the dances were held after games. It is still in use and in a comparatively good state of repair. I believe that both of the Randolphs are deceased. I am sure that Historian Freddie Layman will have some further thoughts on this location, and I eagerly await what he has to say about it. I think that at one time I knew the station owner's name but just now I am pleading "SOMETIMERS SYNDROME". It just won't pop up. I am sure that someone will remember who it was that owned it.

I forgot to mention that I have an autographed copy of Evan Allen Bartlett's, "LOVE MURDERS of HARRY F. POWERS : BEWARE SUCH BLUEBEARDS" , which was done with photographs, details, copies of the love letters that he wrote to the women, copies of police files and so forth. The autographed dedication was to my father. Mr. Bartlett was a personal friend of my dad's and he gave him one of the very first copies from the publisher. The dedication was unfortunately erased from the inside cover by my dad's younger sister, Margaret Riley. The pictures are pretty gruesome, even in black and white. I know that the police used fire hoses to keep the people under control just after his arrest, and there are pictures of him shirtless after being tortured by the police. I am thinking that they used cigarettes to burn him and perhaps flogged him with rubber hoses. My, my, I wonder what the ACLU would do with that today ? When I saw the pictures of those bodies with their hands tied behind them, the concept of torture doesn't bother me one little bit.

submitted by: Carol VanHorn Dean (WI '58)
DBLU2@aol.com
re: December Trivia picture: the Sinclair Service Station located on the intersection of Washington Ave and So Third St--- My aunt Martha Fisher lived on Washington Ave just a few doors from that location. It is now a real estate business. 205 Washington Ave. As I remember, Penny Capehart's father worked at that station. (Glenn) Also, he worked or owned a station on Milford St below Park Blvd. He was a cute fellow. I remember hearing remarks. Roger's nephew owns the apt building behind Washington and 3rd. I assume he still does and rents out the apts. Terry Dean. I worked at the Lady Anne Beauty Shop for 3+ years. I worked for Toots Crawford's (Sheriff) wife. Then we moved to South Carolina.

submitted by: Fran Tate Barrett (WI '50)
flmom1cat4@juno.com
I wanted to make a correction to the article I sent in for the January Newsletter. I said the Girls Home at Salem was on Rt 19, it was on old Rt. 50. Oh well that's what happens when the brain starts to go.

As usual you girls did an outstanding job on the Newsletter. I do so appreciate the time and effort you put into publishing this every month. Especially since you are getting paid such a high salary. HA!

submitted by: Joe Malone (WI '52)
Jmalone934@sbcglobal.net
I was just scanning Roleta's most recent newsletter and saw the mention of Bobby George. He lived across Rosemont Avenue from us and was a year (or three ) older than I was. Still, I remember him well. He was an "only child" and his parents adored him. I believe his father worked for (ran?) Southern Pine Lumber. You brought back a memory.

In 1958, I was in the US Navy stationed in San Diego and living in Coronado, CA. Mr/Mrs. George (Bob/Helen?) came to town and called me. I visited with them at their hotel (The Glorietta Bay Hotel) for some time. I remember being startled as I entered their room to see an 8X10, framed, B/W photograph of Bobby in full uniform sitting on the nightstand between their beds. He was a handsome boy as both parents were stereotypically good-looking as well.

My memory is that I was self-conscious and probably awkward. They obviously were still mourning their loss several years after Bobby's death. It is said that no one should out-live their children yet many do. How traumatic that must be. That lesson was driven home to me by the Georges rather early in life.

Thank you for helping me remember that and warming up Friday night.

RE: In the Jan. 2006 issue:

An article in my local newspaper, the Orlando Sentinel, this morning concerned a collection of depression-era photographs that are on display at the Library of Congress. It's also available online at: http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/fsachtml/fsowhome.html

If you check these out and still wish to write-please write Roleta1@aol.com

submitted by: Buzzy Floyd (VHS '56)
floyds4@cox.net
Buzzy writes: Although the pic of the plant looks like a glass plant, I do believe that there was once a steel mill in Clarksburg that moved over to Weirton or someplace. Those chimneys look like they belonged to the “tanks” in a glass plant though. It might be the Hazel Atlas. The city limits pic looks like Bob might be right about it being old Rt. 20. It looks vaguely like the Bridgeport Hill too except for that curve to the left at the top of the hill. 824 West Pike would be just East of where Elk Creek runs into the West Fork, and on the north side of the street, as WBOY-TV’s address number is 904. I’m wondering if the junk yard could be at the base of Pinnickinnick Hill near Glen Elk.

submitted by: Diana Shablack Sandy (WI '69)
Icedteadee@aol.com
The steel workers homes were way before my time but I am almost positive it was taken in Kelly Hill looking east towards Bridgeport. That little Amoco station still has some sort of little building there and Minards would have been built a little later than this photo. On the right side of the street is where The Loop is now and Joyce Street connecting to the expressway, at least I think so. So glad to see these old time pics.

submitted by: Judy Daugherty Kimler (WI '59)
jkimler@verizon.net
After looking at the pictures that are on display at the Library of Congress, I remembered that I had a picture in my files of a plant that looked a lot like the steel mill and workers homes. Here is my picture (color) and the ones from the Library of Congress (black and white). Although they are taken from different angles, the pipes and multi-layered roof looks the same in both pictures. The workers homes in my picture are on a hill above the plant in front of a long low building. The same as in the Library of Congress picture. See if you think that this could be the same plant.

submitted by: Freddie Layman (VHS '46)
Fgl46vhs@aol.com
Thank you for the nice letter and also Judy. I noticed a Dr. Thomas had Miss Shackleford being married. She sure missed a lot of life by not being married. But as you may remember our music instructor, Regina Caulfield, and county health nurse, Madge Lee Duncan were never married either.

submitted by: Wilma Costlow Allman (WI '53)
WAllman103@aol.com
I also remember Miss Shackleford coming to class and standing up at the blackboard making her ovals. She always kept one hand behind her back with the eraser in it and she stood very erect. I never particularly enjoyed her visits but I always got my writing certificate on the first try. I liked to sing so I was always happy when Miss Caulfield came so that we could have music class.

Upon graduation from high school, I worked at the Board of Education. Miss Shackleford had writing classes on Saturday mornings for all beginning teachers. She also checked every paper that was turned in for the writing certificates before she sent them on to Zaner Bloser. She must have been somewhat of a handwriting expert because she could quickly identify whether the teacher had written the paper for the child in order to get 100% of her class with certificates. She would show me the similarities and those papers did not get sent in. She was really a very kind person. How many teachers today would spend their Saturday mornings doing what Miss Shackleford did? No extra pay either.

While reading the letters regarding Gabbert's Esso Station, I can tell you that the father was Walter and sons were Jake, Gene and Jimmy. My sister, Carol Costlow, was married to Jimmy but they divorced. They lived on Winding Way and the kids that lived there could go either to Victory or W. I. They went to Victory or at least Jimmy did. Jake and Gene are both deceased but Jimmy is still alive and was a state trooper. He may be retired now.

Really enjoy the newsletter.

submitted by: Paula Adams (Las Vegas 1988)
Roleta, Thanks for adding my dad and I to your fabulous newsletter. Just two small corrections - you have my dad (Paul Chicarell) listed as a WI 55 graduate, when he was actually St. Mary’s 55. You have me listed as WI 1969. Although I might have ended up at WI or maybe Notre Dame had we stayed in Clarksburg; 1969 was the year I was born - I graduated from high school in Las Vegas in 1988. Also, please add my mom to your mailing list lmoran44@cox.net Her name is Lee Baldwin Moran and she graduated from Salem High School in 1962.

submitted by: Mary Ann Baily Donato (WI '56)
mimadonato@yahoo.com
Hi Roleta, Was delighted to hear that you both have moved to Florida as permanent residents. We live in The Villages and are enjoying the warmer winters. It is really cold in Vermont, but we enjoy going back in the summer. I know you hear this all the time but I do hope you realize what a contribution you have given to all of us from Clarksburg and WI etc. Life is full of ups, downs and wonderful experiences but sharing our past , growing up years and getting reacquainted with other Friends from the past , this is certainly a highlight in all of our lives. So thank you again for all that you and Judy do and have done.

For some reason, I haven’t been getting the newsletter and I really miss it. Hopefully I can be reinstated. My email is the same mimadonato@yahoo.com.

We have a West Virginia club here in The Villages but not many from Clarksburg.

Looking forward to receiving the newsletter again.

WHEN YOU ARE DISSATISFIED AND WOULD LIKE TO GO BACK TO YOUTH,
THINK OF ALGEBRA.

QUILT RAFFLE
submitted by: Sue Selby Moats (WI '55)
moatsue@aol.com

The 2006 WIN Scholarship Opportunity Quilt is finished and anxiously awaiting the selection of the winner at the WI Picnic Saturday March 4, 2006 in Sarasota FL (Picnic details from Roleta). This has been a fun project with lots of help from other WI grads who sent blocks to be included. Their assistance was greatly appreciated. Their names will be on the block they contributed.

The WIN quilt is @ 76 inches wide and @ 71.5 inches long (high). It has a rod pocket at the top of the back so that it may be hung if desired. It could be used as a bed topper, but should not be slept under as washing may damage the 3-D, cross-stitch and/or photo transfer blocks in the quilt.

Funds raised so far for the WIN Scholarship Quilt are:
$95.00 at the WI Clarksburg Picnic, August 27, 2005
$83.00 at the Class of '55 Fiftieth Reunion, October 14/15, 2005
$75.00 in checks received in the mail.

If you would still like to purchase chances for the WIN quilt, but won't be at the WI Picnic in Sarasota, please contact Sue (Selby) Moats moatsue@aol.com

Tickets for the quilt are:
one ticket for $1.00 6 tickets for $5.00

Of course chances will be available at the picnic. If the winner of the quilt is not present at the WI Sarasota Picnic, it will be sent to them. Let's raise a lot of scholarship funds to help new Clarksburg graduates.

JANICE WARE
submitted by: John Probst (WI '64)
soulinnc@earthlink.net
I was wondering if anyone knew the whereabouts of Janice Ware (WI 64)? I don't remember seeing her name at any of the reunions. I know her father was a Methodist minister, so I think they moved around a lot. I think I heard they might have gone to Summersville after she graduated but not sure.

OLD AGE IS WHEN FORMER CLASSMATES ARE SO GRAY AND WRINKLED AND BALD,
THEY DON'T RECOGNIZE YOU.

CORRECTIONS
Sue Brice Smith (WI '53) should be Sue Bice Smith….NO R IN THE MAIDEN NAME sorry.

Paul Chicarell graduated from St. Mary’s High School in 1955---NOT from WI.

Paula Adams graduated in 1988 from Las Vegas H.S.

NEW EMAIL ADDRESSES

Margaret Reymond Mrazik (ND '58)	MRGmraz@aol.com
Lee Baldwin Moran (Salem HS '62)	lmoran44@cox.net
Phyllis Alton Nichols (WI '57)	Nmimiphyllis@aol.com
Alice Crim Chenoweth Collins (WI '55)	abccc135@copper.net
Terry Fleming and Sharon Ashcraft Fleming (Both VHS '63)	sfleming302@comcast.net
Mimi McNutt Hughes (WI '62)	mshughes@anteon.com
Fred Heflin (WI '53) and Elanor Queen Heflin (WI '54)	frh147@aol.com

CHANGED E MAIL ADDRESSES

Harriet Murphy Pansing (WI '57)	HarrietPansing@sbcglobal.net
Mary Ann Baily Donato (WI '56)	mimadonato@yahoo.com
Mary Jo Godfrey (WI '60)	MJWVUfan@aol.com
Marlene Parsons Andre (RW '53)	rw53@verizon.net
Rick Waldemar Ardsley (NY '69)	tourer@xtalwind.net
Eva Berenice Long Whiteman (WI '56)	was: evab@iolinc.net is now: ebwhiteman@verizon.net
Marge Lewis (WI '65)	was: EagleCheer@aol.com is now: MargeLewis@Frontiernet.net
Ruth Ann Martin Hill (WI '59)	was: RuthAnn275@aol.com is now: ruthann275@bellsouth.net

SUBJECT TO BE DISCUSSED IN THE MARCH NEWSLETTER
Write your memories of your physical education class….some suggestions are:

What were you required to wear?
Who was your teacher? Did you like your teacher? Why or why not?
If you participated in football, basketball or track were you excused from phys ed class?
What type of things did you do in phys ed class?
Did you dance in there?
Did you exercise?
Were there organized games besides the obvious basketball?
If you are female and played basketball, did you have to play by the girls basketball rules?
Were your uniforms inspected by the teacher?
Did you like taking phys ed? What did you like? What did you hate about it?
Were showers required after class? Did you or many others take a shower after class? Why? Or why not?
What did you call this class? Health, Healthy living? Phys ed? Gym class? Or what?

If everyone of you would write something about this subject, we would have a very interesting newsletter next month….write to: Roleta1@aol.com.

PREIOUS CHILD PICTURED IN THE JANUARY NEWSLETTER

submitted by: Sandra Iaquinta (WI '59)
12csi09@iolinc.net
I do believe that picture is of Larry Martino. I lived on College Street and went to Pierpoint Grade school with him and also all the way through High School. I saw him recently and he hasn't changed much.

submitted by: Ruth Ann Martin Hill (WI '59)
ruthann275@bellsouth.net
The precious child of the month is Leonard (Larry) Martino. I particularly remember him from our neighborhood and also in the fourth grade, he gave me a large peppermint stick for Christmas that year. It took me until nearly Easter to finish eating it. Thanks for the memory, Larry.

submitted by: Sam Iaquinta (WI '54)
This little man looks like Larry Martino when he was gong to Pierpoint School.

PRECIOUS CHILD FOR FEBRUARY

Do you know this child? Send your guesses to Roleta1@aol.com. Remember, I will not publish an incorrect guess.

We NEED pictures for this segment. I know that many of you have a picture of yourself, a brother, sister, or friend that you can share. Just get a copy made and send it to Judy Kimler for sharing in this segment. You can also send the original and she will send it back to you ASAP! We are running out of pictures for this popular segment of the newsletter….Won’t you help us please? Contact Judy for mailing directions…or scan your picture and email to her…jkimler@verizon.net Thank you so much.

WIN SCHOLARSHIP WILL BENEFIT
AND YOU MAY WIN A PRIZE!

THE SECOND RAFFLE AT THE CLARKSBURG REUNION PICNIC HELD IN SARASOTA FLORIDA ON MARCH 4, 2006 WILL INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING ITEMS:

Some items to be raffled are:
1. Two pillows in WV colors hand made and donated by Martha Rice (WI 1955). Martha will be unable to attend the picnic but wanted to help the WIN Scholarship in this way.

2. A HANDMADE CLASSIC LADIES TOTE BASKET made and donated by Sherry Greitzner Dial (WI 1956)
3. Two quillows (these are those neat pillows with a blanket tucked in and attached) Made and donated by Roger (RW 1956) and Carol Van Horn Dean (WI 1958)

4. A soccer ball from Bernie Cohen…with his company logo on the ball.
5. Wood turned ornaments made and donated by Lu Dial.
6. Pat Hardman Nicholson has made 4 beautiful ornaments with the WI logo inside and she has donated them to the raffle.

7. There are many purchased items which will also be a part of this raffle.

You too can help us earn money for the WIN Scholarship by making and donating an item…or purchase one if you don’t want to make it. Bring your donation to the picnic or ship it to me at:
Roleta Meredith
3201 Charles MacDonald Drive
Sarasota, Florida 34240

Thanks—SEE YOU AT THE PICNIC

For any further information write to Roleta1@aol.com.

PROUD TO BE FROM WEST “BY GOD” VIRGINIA
EDITOR’S NOTE: This article was published in a Georgia newspaper on January 2, 2006. It is longer than I like to publish in our newsletter; however, it is a great article and I am sure it will make you proud you are a MOUNTAINEER from WV---even if you aren’t a football fan or a WV University fan!

On a pleasant, short-sleeved afternoon in Morgantown, W.Va., under a brilliant, almost cloudless sky, shaggy-haired, bespectacled John Denver ambled toward the 50-yard line to, in effect, christen the new 50,000-seat Mountaineer Field, home of West Virginia football team. It was September 6, 1980, and the university wanted to do something special to introduce both its new stadium and a young first-year WVU coach named Don Nehlen. So Denver was invited to sing one of his signature songs - "Country Roads" - during prename festivities.

Denver, who died in 1997, accepted the invitation apparently under the impression that he would perform a quick novelty gig: hop off his helicopter, take an escorted ride into the stadium, sing "Country Roads" and then bail out. But that's not exactly what happened. Denver entered the stadium and found his microphone at the center of the field, amidst the 325-member Mountaineer Band, which around him had formed an outline of the state of West Virginia. Then as he crooned the opening lyrics - "Almost heaven, West Virginia" - Denver was joined by about 50,000 backup singers. Those who were there say the crowd's collective voice swelled to a climax at the conclusion: "Country roads, take me home, to a place where I belong. West Virginia, Mountain Momma. Take me home, country roads." Those attending also say that when Denver finished his song, he gazed in all directions - perhaps dumbfounded at the reaction. Some among the crowd wept. Most just cheered for a long time.

"I'm pretty sure he had no idea what that song means to this state," said Dan Miller, an executive with the West Virginia Coal Association and an unofficial Mountaineer football historian. "I was stationed in Germany in 1971 the first time I heard 'Country Roads,' and I'm not ashamed to say that while I was listening I started crying," Miller said. "It means a lot when you come from a place that most people don't appreciate or understand. And here's someone singing about its beauty."

West Virginians, you see, feel they're underdogs - almost always fighting an uphill battle. Economists tell West Virginians it's tough for their state to prosper, because the mountains are so steep and rugged that land development is a challenge. Educators used to say it was tough for many West Virginia children to get ahead, because transportation to schools was difficult and winters are harsh. In the sports realm, there annually aren't many young top-tier athletes in the state, in part because most schools are small and competition is not as daunting as in denser population areas. There are, of course, exceptions - many of them. Native West Virginia athletes include Randy Moss (football), Jerry West (basketball), John Kruk (baseball) and Mary Lou Retton (gymnastics). Author Pearl Buck was a West Virginian; so was Tuskegee Institute founder Booker T. Washington. Nobel Prize winning mathematician John Nash was from West Virginia. So is country singer Brad Paisley. Actor Don Knotts is from the Mountain State, as is actress Jennifer Garner, who still speaks fondly of the "hillers" and "creekers" from her alma mater, George Washington High School in Charleston. Most have spoken of both loving life, and overcoming tough times, in West Virginia.

So when Denver sang about Blue Ridge Mountains and the Shenandoah River, it doesn't matter to most West Virginians that the Blue Ridge is primarily a Virginia-North Carolina strand and the Shenandoah runs only a few miles through their state's Eastern Panhandle. To people who have lived their lives fighting uphill battles, hearing someone tell them their home is "almost heaven" was more than music to their ears.

West Virginians, by and large, love their state. And with the exception of diehard Marshall University fans, mostly in southern West Virginia, state residents also embrace West Virginia's football team.

Georgia fans are likely to get a strong taste of that devotion at the Sugar Bowl tonight. While Georgia's football team will be contending with the young, hard-hitting Mountaineers, Bulldogs faithful will hear from a loud, passionate, fun-loving crowd of 25,000 or so Mountaineers fans.

"Our allotment is 15,000 tickets, and that's nothing," said West Virginia Sports Information Director Shelly Poe. "You can probably double that, just from the people going down hoping to find a ticket."

West Virginia fans, as they say in college football circles, travel well.

Roughly 6,000 fans attended this year's game at Rutgers, more than 10,000 were at Cincinnati for a mid-week game. "About half the stadium (in Cincinnati) was our people," Poe said. "It was about the same way at South Florida. Half the stadium seemed like it was West Virginia people."

West Virginia fans also show up on the road for a second reason, one native West Virginians find unfortunate. For decades, the state's economy struggled as some of its core industries - steel, coal and chemicals - scaled down work forces. With fewer available jobs, many people left the state, often reluctantly. They carried their passion for West Virginia football with them. "Our fans are everywhere," Poe said. And if you think they're impressive on the road, you should see and hear them at home. They rattle opponents with enthusiasm and noise levels you find at, well, many SEC stadiums. Noting that since 1980 more than 10,000 seats and a section of luxury boxes have been added to Mountaineer Field, Poe said recent media visitors from Georgia to Morgantown have described the town as having an "SEC feel." "I don't think they expected that," she said. As much of the college football world knows, West Virginia students also celebrate in style. A Mountaineers victory in a big game incites a ritual outsiders find perplexing: couch burning. In the street, no less. The university's administration highly discourages the activity and threatens participants with legal action, but a victory over Georgia would certainly put every fire department and police detachment in Morgantown on high alert. Although West Virginia fans can yell, taunt and party with the best of them, they don't appreciate what they see as unfairness from outsiders.

Three years ago, at the Continental Tire Bowl in Charlotte, N.C., Virginia's makeshift pep band mocked West Virginia during a halftime show by portraying its people as backward, slow-talking hillbillies. The Virginia band had performed a similar stunt 20 years earlier, an event West Virginians hadn't forgotten and won't forget. In Charlotte, West Virginia fans responded by jeering the Virginia band, then giving a prolonged standing ovation to its own Mountaineer Marching Band, an organization known as one of the finest in the country.

Though West Virginia is mountainous almost everywhere and many of its people have lived in small communities their entire lives, natives are quick to say that doesn't mean they're hillbillies. A quick look at a West Virginia map offers glimpses of a strikingly diverse state. West Virginia's southernmost borders are deep into rugged Appalachian, coal-mining country. But the state's northernmost point is north of Pittsburgh, and that region's heritage is linked to the steel industry. West Virginia's Eastern Panhandle, the state's fastest growing area, is in danger of becoming a Washington, D.C. bedroom community.

Italian influence is heavy in many parts of the state, particularly in north-central West Virginia. The cultures merge in Charleston, a progressive small city that is the state's capital, and in Morgantown, home of the state's largest university.

"We're proud of our non-citified image, but we get a little irritated when people think Deliverance was filmed here," Miller said. "That, correct me if I'm wrong, was set in Georgia."

Though defensive about stereotypes, West Virginians understand that their common bond is the mountains and they embrace that heritage. And they often treat themselves with self-deprecating humor. West Virginia's mascot is a rifle-toting Mountaineer that wears a leather suit and coonskin hat. To the delight of the home crowd, the Mountaineer fires the rifle any time his team scores.

"Yes, we know all about Georgia. Georgia's mascot is a butt-ugly bulldog," said West Virginia fan Terry Shorr, of Charleston. "We've got a proud, dignified mountaineer, a rangy looking guy that carries a rifle and keeps an eye on things. "And if I've got to choose between the mountaineer and the bulldog, I'll choose the one with the loaded weapon, especially if he's able to shoot straight."

So Georgia fans, get ready. The Mountaineers are coming.

Randy Coleman is a University of Georgia graduate and former newspaper and wire service reporter and editor. He is now vice-president of public relations for Charles Ryan Associates, Charleston, W.Va.

Published in the Athens Banner-Herald on 01-02-06

HELP NEEDED
Any of you who have been to the picnic will understand why I need help with certain things. I need people to help with the following:

Help unload my car.
Help Sue Selby Moats sell raffle tickets for the quilt
Cover food tables
Help clean up the food area after the picnic
Help load my car after the picnic.
Someone to take pictures and to get a partner to help them so one can take the picture and one can write down the identifications of those pictured and the class year....Thus I can have pictures for the newsletter and can identify them when I publish them.

Just write to me if you can help Roleta1@aol.com.

TRIVIA PICTURE

PICTURE SUBMITTED BY FREDDIE LAYMAN VHS '46
No one guessed the trivia picture for January 2006.

The trivia picture in the January newsletter was of the former Kappa Sigma Pi Boys Home located at 648 W. Pike Street. The average number of boys staying here was 31. Each one had to learn to play a harmonica. The instructor was Kenneth Moore. Mr. Moore came around to every grade school to teach the children to play a harmonica.

In 1965 girls were allowed to stay here. In 1967 the organization moved to Laurel Park. An auto repair shop is located there today which is next to the Kentucky Fried Chicken.

REMEMBERING
Do you remember Red Skelton? Click on the underlined hyperlink below and listen to him one more time as he explains The Pledge of Allegiance as he learned it when a child.

http://www.patriotfilesannex.org/Pledge.htm

THOSE WEST VIRGINIA HOT DOGS DO IT AGAIN
submitted by: Joe Charles (Bridgeport High School 1955)
CharlesBarbjo@aol.com
Here's a little story about West Virginia Hot Dogs. Rich (Bridgeport 55) & Patty Sprout Newbrough (RW 57), live in Kitchener, Ontario. Rich is retired football coach at Wilfred Laurier University there. Even though he's retired he is still very active with the University Football Team. This year they made WV Hot Dogs, or as he called them WV "Hawk" Dogs.

He sold them at all the home football games. He wanted to charge $2.50 each, but other people were getting $3.00 for their sandwiches, so he charged that too. He made quite a bit of money for the team. The nickname of the team is the Golden Hawks, hence the Hawk Dogs.

NOTE: We will have West Virginia hot dogs at the Clarksburg Reunion Picnic in Sarasota on March 4, 2006.

TRIVIA PICTURE FOR FEBRUARY 2006

Do you recognize the place pictured above? Please send your guess to Roleta1@aol.com. Remember I don’t publish incorrect guesses so you won’t embarrass yourself. Also, we enjoy a memory included with your guess.

ALMOST HEAVEN, WEST VIRGINIA, BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS, SHENANDOAH RIVER.
"Author unknown but we do know it was in a newspaper."

We've all heard John Denver's words before, but have you ever really listened to the mountains? Have you camped alone up a hollow and listened to the creek and the critters? Have you ever heard the voices of those long past whispering on the wind that flows through the hills and the hollows?

Have you ever listened to the mountains? Have you ever felt the heartache of helplessness? Have you ever shared the tears? Have you ever boiled with pride? Have you truly understood the emptiness of leaving friends and family?

Have you ever listened to the mountains? After being away for many years did your heart sink when you saw the old home town? Did your eyes fill with tears when you saw the changes and know the old place would never be the same?

Have you ever listened to the mountains? Have you stood on the street of a once thriving town that is now almost dead and heard the church bells of long past and the music and laughter of weddings, parties and dances of times long gone flowing through the hills and hollows?

Have you ever listened to the mountains? Do you realize those times are long past? Do you have the feeling that no one else on earth feels the way we do about where we grew up?

Have you ever listened to the mountains? Did you ever feel grateful that you lived that life while it lasted?

Have you ever really listened to the mountains?

If you have --- you are from West By God Virginia!!!!

THIS MESSAGE WAS DELIVERED BY HOMER HICKAM
AT THE SAGO MINERS FUNERAL
Homer Hickam wrote OCTOBER SKY ---the book that was adapted into the movie “ROCKET BOYS”

Sago Miners Memorial Remarks
by
Homer Hickam
January 15, 2006
Families of the Sago miners, Governor Manchin, Mrs. Manchin, Senator Byrd, Senator Rockefeller, West Virginians, friends, neighbors, all who have come here today to remember those brave men who have gone on before us, who ventured into the darkness but instead showed us the light, a light that shines on all West Virginians and the nation today:

It is a great honor to be here. I am accompanied by three men I grew up with, the rocket boys of Coalwood: Roy Lee Cooke, Jimmie O'Dell Carroll, and Billy Rose. My wife Linda, an Alabama girl, is here with me as well.

As this tragedy unfolded, the national media kept asking me: Who are these men? And why are they coal miners? And what kind of men would still mine the deep coal?

One answer came early after the miners were recovered. It was revealed that, as his life dwindled, Martin Toler had written this: It wasn't bad. I just went to sleep. Tell all I'll see them on the other side. I love you.

In all the books I have written, I have never captured in so few words a message so powerful or eloquent: It wasn't bad. I just went to sleep. Tell all I'll see them on the other side. I love you.

I believe Mr. Toler was writing for all of the men who were with him that day. These were obviously not ordinary men.

But what made these men so extraordinary? And how did they become the men they were? Men of honor. Men you could trust. Men who practiced a dangerous profession. Men who dug coal from beneath a jealous mountain.

Part of the answer is where they lived. Look around you. This is a place where many lessons are learned, of true things that shape people as surely as rivers carve valleys, or rain melts mountains, or currents push apart the sea. Here, miners still walk with a trudging grace to and from vast, deep mines. And in the schools, the children still learn and the teachers teach, and, in snowy white churches built on hillside cuts, the preachers still preach, and God, who we have no doubt is also a West Virginian, still does his work, too. The people endure here as they always have for they understand that God has determined that there is no joy greater than hard work, and that there is no water holier than the sweat off a man's brow.

In such a place as this, a dozen men may die, but death can never destroy how they lived their lives, or why.

As I watched the events of this tragedy unfold, I kept being reminded of Coalwood, the mining town where I grew up. Back then, I thought life in that little town was pretty ordinary, even though nearly all the men who lived there worked in the mine and, all too often, some of them died or were hurt. My grandfather lost both his legs in the Coalwood mine and lived in pain until the day he died. My father lost the sight in an eye while trying to rescue trapped miners. After that he worked in the mine for fifteen more years. He died of black lung.

When I began to write my books about growing up in West Virginia, I was surprised to discover, upon reflection, that maybe it wasn't such an ordinary place at all. I realized that in a place where maybe everybody should be afraid-after all, every day the men went off to work in a deep, dark, and dangerous coal mine- instead they had adopted a philosophy of life that consisted of these basic attitudes:

We are proud of who we are. We stand up for what we believe. We keep our families together. We trust in God but rely on ourselves.

By adhering to these simple approaches to life, they became a people who were not afraid to do what had to be done, to mine the deep coal, and to do it with integrity and honor.

The first time my dad ever took me in the mine was when I was in high school. He wanted to show me where he worked, what he did for a living. I have to confess I was pretty impressed. But what I recall most of all was what he said to me while we were down there. He put his spot of light in my face and explained to me what mining meant to him. He said, "Every day, I ride the mantrip down the main line, get out and walk back into the gob and feel the air pressure on my face. I know the mine like I know a man, can sense things about it that aren't right even when everything on paper says it is. Every day there's something that needs to be done, because men will be hurt if it isn't done, or the coal the company's promised to load won't get loaded. Coal is the life blood of this country. If we fail, the country fails."

And then he said, "There's no men in the world like miners, Sonny. They're good men, strong men. The best there is. I think no matter what you do with your life, no matter where you go or who you know, you will never know such good and strong men."

Over time, though I would meet many famous people from astronauts to actors to Presidents, I came to realize my father was right. There are no better men than coal miners. And he was right about something else, too:

If coal fails, our country fails.

The American economy rests on the back of the coal miner. We could not prosper without him. God in His wisdom provided this country with an abundance of coal, and he also gave us the American coal miner who glories in his work. A television interviewer asked me to describe work in a coal mine and I called it "beautiful." He was astonished that I would say such a thing so I went on to explain that, yes, it's hard work but, when it all comes together, it's like watching and listening to a great symphony: the continuous mining machines, the shuttle cars, the roof bolters, the ventilation brattices, the conveyor belts, all in concert, all accomplishing their great task. Yes, it is a beautiful thing to see.

There is a beauty in anything well done, and that goes for a life well lived.

How and why these men died will be studied now and in the future. Many lessons will be learned. And many other miners will live because of what is learned. This is right and proper.

But how and why these men lived, that is perhaps the more important thing to be studied. We know this much for certain: They were men who loved their families. They were men who worked hard. They were men of integrity, and honor. And they were also men who laughed and knew how to tell a good story. Of course they could. They were West Virginians!

And so we come together on this day to recall these men, and to glory in their presence among us, if only for a little while. We also come in hope that this service will help the families with their great loss and to know the honor we wish to accord them.

No matter what else might be said or done concerning these events, let us forever be reminded of who these men really were and what they believed, and who their families are, and who West Virginians are, and what we believe, too.

There are those now in the world who would turn our nation into a land of fear and the frightened. It's laughable, really. How little they understand who we are, that we are still the home of the brave. They need look no further than right here in this state for proof.

For in this place, this old place, this ancient place, this glorious and beautiful and sometimes fearsome place of mountains and mines, there still lives a people like the miners of Sago and their families, people who yet believe in the old ways, the old virtues, the old truths; who still lift their heads from the darkness to the light, and say for the nation and all the world to hear:

We are proud of who we are.
We stand up for what we believe.
We keep our families together.
We trust in God.

We do what needs to be done.

We are not afraid.

WIN SCHOLARSHIP
Below is the list of those who have contributed to the WIN Scholarship. If you would like to help this cause and help some Clarksburg child be able to attend college….just write a check to: Roleta Meredith/WIN Scholarship (it must be made out this way or the bank refuses to take it)

Mail to me at:
Roleta Meredith
3201 Charles MacDonald Dr.
Sarasota, Florida 34240

        DONOR        CLASS

1 MARY SUE CLARK WI 1956
2 DAVID NICHOLS WI 1955
3 CHRISTOPHER HILL WI 1960
4 GERALD WINERMAN WI 1957
5 NANCY CRANE JONES WI 1948
6 ALLEN ALVAREZ WI 1958
7 DON SAGER WI 1956
8 SANDRA ZICKEFOOSE LINDKE WI 1956
9 GENE DAVIS WI 1959
10 TONY MARCHO WI 1965
11 JEAN WELLS HIMMELL WI 1959
12 FRANK BUSH WI 1959
13 BILL BRYAN RW 1957
     Cash from Sarasota Picnic 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003 & 2004
14 SHIRELY DEAN MHS 1957
15 MARIANNA WAROBLAK WI 1956
16 BABE BISPING CASHMAN WI 1956
17 BUD COLLINS WI 1955
18 SHARON GREITZNER DIAL WI 1956
19 CHUCK THOMAS WI 1956
20 PAT HARDMAN NICHOLSON WI 1956
21 PAT ELDER NDHS 1957
22 SAM IAQUINTA WI 1956
23 BETTY LAINE WI 1948
24 HARRIET STOUT NOEL WI 1959
    Cost of checks for checking account -6.00
25 PHIL HOOPER WI 1959
26 GEORGE SCHOLL WI 1952
27 LESLIE McKINLEY WALLACE WI 1960
28 JOE MALONE WI 1952
29 JANE ANDERSON WI 1956
30 JUDY DAUGHERTY KIMLER WI 1959
31 BILL COWGILL WI 1959
32 RUTHANN GRIMES HEROLD WI 1959
33 TOM MARSHALL WI 1959
34 ROLETA SMITH MEREDITH WI 1959
35 JOHN CAMPBELL WI 1959
36 JANET WEBB WENDT WI 1956
37 MARY STUMP HERRELL WI 1955
38 CAROLYNN HARBERT ENEIX WI 1959
39 KONRAD MELKUS WI 1955
40 BILL AND HARRIETT VANVOORHIS WI 1958
41 KENNETH MCIE WI 1959
42 SALLIE HOLDEN DAY WI 1959
43 CONNIE BAILEY CASTO WI 1959
44 MAROLYN TUSTIN JETT WI 1955
45 WILMA COSTLOW ALLMAN WI 1953
46 BOB MODLIN WI 1950
47 JEANIE DILLMORE MASON WI 1958
48 MARY SUE CLARK SPAHR WI 1956
49 JERRY SKUFE WI 1961
50 CAROL GREYNOLDS CLEVELAND WI 1961
51 CHUCK BIBBEE WI 1959
52 KENNETH NESSELROTTE RW 1954
53 JOHN TETER WI 1961
54 CHARLIE BURKHAMMER WI 1959
55 SHARON GORDON DI MARIA WI 1961
56 DIANA SWIGER
57 MIKE MOORE WI 1959
58 SHARON GREITZNER DIAL WI 1956
59 DAHRIE CHRISTIANSEN HAYMAN WI 1964
60 JIM ALVARO WI 1956
61 MARY DONATO WI 1956
62 JOANNE WESTFALL TETRICK WI 1952
63 MARTY & RUSTY ELLIOTT WI 1957
64 PENNY FISH WOLVERTON WI 1958
65 BILL WOLVERTON RW 1951
66 ROBERT AND MARY SMOUSE GRIFFIN WI 1949
67 BOB DAVIS WI 1959
68 ELIZABETH SMOUSE MURPHY WI 1949 (IN MEMORY OF HASELEAH KAHL)
69 DICK HANIFAN WI 1959
70 CAROLYN HORNOR WILSON WI 1960
71 ELIZABETH TETER AKIN WI 1956
72 ROY BEVER WI 1957
73 BERNIE COHEN WI 1956
74 JEANNIE SCHNEIDER PEET TROWER WI 1959
75 ROLETA SMITH MEREDITH WI 1959 (IN MEMORY OF HER PARENTS)
76 JUDY RICE DEUTSCH WI 1957
77 RUSTY RUTAN WI 1957
78 DOTTY RUTTAN WI 1958
79 BILL SOUDERS WI 1946 &
    DEEDIE SWISHER SOUDERS WI 1952
80 MIKE SNYDER WI 1957
81 BILL BRYAN RW 1957
82 GLADYS WILLIAMS WI 1971 &
    TOM WILLIAMS VHS 1967
83 HERB CASHDOLLAR
84 SHARON BEE ARMSTRONG BRISTOL 59
    (IN MEMORY OF WILSON VICTORIA HOWELL BEE-HER MOTHER)
85 SHARON BEE ARMSTRONG
    (IN MEMORY OF FREDA MAE LYNCH DAVIS-MOTHER OF BOB DAVIS AND A LOVING NEIGHBOR OF SHARON’S MOTHER LATER IN HER LIFE)
86 SANDRA ZICKEFOOSE LINDKE WI 1956
     (IN MEMORY OF HER FRIEND CAROL SUE COSTLOW)
87 MARTHA SUE ROBINSON PIERSON WI 1965
88 DOTTIE SPEARS RINEHART WI 1960
89 JEANNE COLASNATE THOMAS ND 1961 &
    JOHN “COTTON: THOMAS ND 1961
    LESS 2 ea $500.00 scholarships
90 MONEY FROM THE SALE OF CD’S
91 MERE GURSON SCHWARTZ WI 1957
92 HARRIET MURPHY PANSING WI 1957
93 PAT ELDER ND 1957
94 JUDY COYNE SHEPHERD WI 1957
95 OLGA STENGER HARDMAN VHS 1945
96 MARTHA SELLERS CORNELIUS WI 1960
97 SHARON WENDLER JACOBSON WI 1960
98 CAROLYN TUSTIN VITOLO WI 1952
    (in memory of her mother Day Tustin)
99 MARY BAILY DONATO WI 1956
100 ROY FELDMAN WI 1956
101 SKIP AND SHARON DILLMORE SMITH WI 1958 (CASH AT PICNIC)
102 SANDY ZICKEFOOSE LINDKE WI 1956 (CASH AT PICNIC)
    CASH AND RAFFLE AT PICNIC
103 MARY NICEWARNER TUCKER WI 1956
    in memory of her brother: “Coach” Philip (WI 1948) and former principal of Bridgeport Junior High School.
104 JOHN TIMBERLAKE, JR. WI 1948
    in memory of his father John G Timberlake and his uncle William “Ad” Timberlake (WI 1923)
105 CHARLOTTE TOMES TRENT BRIDGEPORT HS
    & BOB “MEATBALL” TRENT WI 1955
106 BILL SCHOLL WI 1952
    in memory of his brother Jerry Scholl (WI 1954) deceased May 7, 1955
107 JAYNE ROSE ROSS WI 1957
    SALE OF CD’S
108 ALLEN ALVAREZ ` WI 1958
109 JERRY WINERMAN WI 1957
110 HERB CASHDOLLAR RW 1957
111 DOROTHY SHAFFER WI 1962
112 NANCY STARETT WI 1953
    SALE OF CD’S
113 DON SAGER WI 1956
114 NANCY STARETT WI 1953
    SUN TRUST MONEY MARKET CHECKS -15.65
115 PATRICIA HARDMAN NICHOLSON WI 1956
116 BABE BISPING CASHMAN WI 1956
117 MARY SUE CLARK SPAHR WI 1956
118 EUGENE DAVIS WI 1959
119 ALVIN GARRETT WI 1957
    SALE OF CD’S
120 MARY SUE CLARK SPAHR WI 1956
121 JANE HEABERLIN RAKESTRAW WI 1956
122 JEANNIE WELLS HIMMEL WI 1959
123 BILL BRASSINE, MD WI 1954
    IN MEMORY OF HIS PARENTS FLORENT G. AND MARGUERITE R. BRASSINE
124 JOANNE TETRICK WI 1952
125 ALLEN ALVAREZ WI 1958
    IN MEMORY OF HIS MOTHER RUBY ALVAREZ
126 JERRY WINERMAN WI 1957
127 SALE OF CD’S
128 SHARON AND SKIP SMITH WI 1958
129 VICTORY CLASS OF 1946
130 SALE OF CDs
131 LANCE MILLER (would have graduated in 1961 but Family moved to Florida)
    IN HONOR OF HIS PARENTS LANCE AND JEAN MILLER (Both WI graduates)
    BANK INTEREST TO DATE 11.47
132 ANN HOLLANDSWORTH FENTON (WI 1956)
133 BERNIE WI 1956 AND LAJUNE COHEN
134 ALLEN ALVAREZ WI 1958
135 SALE OF CD’s
136 CHAD SINSEL WI 1953
137 JOHN TETER WI 1961

PROFIT FROM CD SALES-Many people who bought CDs also included extra money for the scholarship.
This has been noted and is greatly appreciated.

AUGIE MALFREGEOT WI 1956
MARY STUMP WI 1955
DON SAGER WI 1956 BOUGHT 2
BETTY LATSTETTER WI 1958
NATALIE TRAUGH WI 1963
DOTTIE SPEARS RINEHART WI 1958
JACK EMERICK WI 1954
NORMA JEAN SIMON STERN WI 1950
JIM BROWN WI 1957
LESLIE MCKINLEY WALLACE WI 1960
CAROL VAN HORN DEAN WI 1958
DIANA CLEAVENGER SWIGER WI 1966
SHARON GREITZNER DIAL WI 1956
BOB HALL WI 1956
CHUCK THOMAS WI 1956
SANDY ZICKEFOOSE LINDKE WI 1956 (IN MEMORY OF GENE THOMAS WI 1954)
KAREN MYERS HORTON WI 1966
JOHN HARRISON WI 1956
BOB AND SUE MC NUTT WI 1955
SUE ROBINSON PIERSON WI 1965
TOM ALLEN WI 1957
FRANK MARTINO WI 1960
MAROLYN TUSTIN JETT WI 1956 BOUGHT 2
JOANNE MARLETTE (GAVE NO SCHOOL OR YEAR)
SHARON DIMARIA WI 1961 BOUGHT 3
CHARLOTTE TOMES TRENT BRIDGEPORT 1959
VINCENT MERENDINO ND 1964
MARIAN SPELSBERG STEVENS WI 1952 BOUGHT 5
CHARLES McCLUNG VHS 1948
NANCY BARR (GAVE NO SCHOOL OR YEAR)
BOB DAVIS WI 1959
NANCY C. DOWNEY STARETT WI 1953
BUD COLLINS WI 1955
KEN WINTERS WI 1965
FRANK MUSCARI WI 1957 BOUGHT 5
JEAN WELLS HIMMEL WI 1959
PATRICIA HARDMAN NICHOLSON WI 1956
RONALD HARVEY WI 1955
MARSHA GOLDEN CAPLINGER WI 1965 BOUGHT 3
CHAD SINSEL WI 1953
BUZZY FLOYD VHS 1956
DIAN GANZ HURLEY WI 1946

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