A toast! To Mrs. Thelma Martin, Mrs. Kathryn Jones, Mrs. Ruby Duncan, Mrs. Lorene Micka, Mrs. Peggy Johnson, Mr. Phil Garoutte, and ALL who taught us the skills, and laid the foundation for our lives beyond MHS.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying. (Robert Herrick, To the Virgins
to Make Much of Time)
Those high school years were like a poem, when Mrs. Martin insisted that we read between the lines, for a deeper meaning. It took years for those lines to sink in.....I still liked simplicity then, where a yes meant yes, but we studied diligently.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm... (W.C. Bryant, Thanatopsis)
We learned, through the pages of great novels, through poetry that took us to the depths of understanding, and through our own personal experiences about sarcasm, irony, love, rejection, betrayal, beauty, shades of death, innuendos, and double entendres. We laughed; we cried; we dreamed; we envied; we made choices.
|Letty's charm bracelet from MHS.|
|Madcaps design by Mary Dahl|
In the halls we found love, stole kisses, held hands, played games, and hid secrets in our lockers. The transition from 9th to 12th was clearly visible, as our lockers graduated each year from the Jr. Hi hallways to the old Pershing grade school hallways when we were Sophomores, to the second story as Juniors (near the science rooms where there was always something curious going on), and finally to the center of the building and bottom floor. We were truly Seniors when our lockers where in the main part of the building.
To rephrase the wise words from our 1965 Miamiam:
School is attending classes, trying to understand..., concentrating on new skills.
It is knowing study is necessary, and drilling is necessary for perfection.
School is learning to develop ideas, to accept responsibility, and to serve others.
It is having confidence in one's abilities, poise when with others, and pride in one's achievements.
School is learning by building a house and by installing the wiring.
It is pretty girl watching and why not?
And before Homecoming, school is cheerleading spirited students on stage and on the field,
getting excited and tense and trying
harder to win.
It is going to the first sock hop of the year, dancing, and homecoming.
School is working hard, winning trophies, and having fun.
School is living now, remembering the past, and exploring the future.
But most of all school is learning to solve practical problems of life, to plan for the future, and to cooperate with others.
We are coming home, the Wardogs Class of 1965. We each learned from our teachers and community how to be productive people in an ever changing world. Now, we will once again drag Main street, climb the chat piles, kiss on the back rows of the Coleman, search for the spook light, dance the night away in bobby socks, or perhaps, we will merely reflect on those memories.
I, for one, am looking forward to listening to the stories we've lived and built upon for these fifty years since high school. We are men and women, many of whom became mothers and fathers or served our country in the military. We found careers as musicians, builders, scientists, entrepreneurs, aviators, bankers, educators, artists, ministers, mathematicians, attorneys, doctors in many fields, salesmen and women, organizers, athletes, PTA presidents, librarians, nurses, journalist, laborers, adventurers, world travelers.
Each of us proud Wardogs who are still making the world a better place to live.
Salute, Miami High School Wardogs, Class of 1965. May you live long and prosper.