Mineral Wells High School
Class of 1962
Fifty Year Club Meeting
Saturday June 11, 2016
Grace and peace to you fellow classmates. Heading west on 180 from Weatherford I saw a railroad bridge going over the highway. I could make out on that bridge the fading big letters in white: “H O M E” and I knew I was nearly there. Placed there by members of the class of 1960 to honor an English teacher who drove over from
, it had once completely read “Melvin Go Home,” about 50 something years ago. The complete details of the painting are locked in Mr. Frank Waddy’s mind somewhere. The other side of the trestle said: “Melvin Stay Home,” until it faded away. Fort Worth
I drove into Mineral Wells from
a little after eight in the morning. I noticed the big cross on the hill and the helicopter display just as you turn into town. I wanted to turn off and visit Dallas but did not have the time. I noted where the new high school was as I drove west into town. The welcome sign seemed so big and I stopped by the old cemetery to get a photo. As I drove by the banks at Oak and Hubbard I remembered that a year ago I was looking for tornado damage, but did not see much then. Clark Gardens
At Fourth and Hubbard a
flag and a Confederate battle flag flew from a well kept porch and I snapped a picture of our junior high a block west from there. Texas
My goal, of course, was Jones’ Cafe and breakfast. Lots of trucks in front, baseball hats on customers that were not turned backward, and very efficient waitresses. I saw that the final bill was about a third less than what I pay in
, and the food and coffee were great. Chicken fried steak was going to be the lunch special! I drove out Dallas SW 5th Avenuepast our high school, now the school district headquarters, and ended up at the cemetery where it took me about ten minutes to find my parents markers that were completely covered with grass. Woodland Park
From there I headed north on Oak until I was at the 200 block of North Oak where my folks had their store. I spent a minute there looking around and headed on north to the Famous Well on
NW 6th Street. I got some water and a birthday present for my wife there, looking at the historical items there was special. A block away on 7th Street I got out at our old house and picked up a few bluebonnet seed pods from the front yard and put them in the back seat to plant at home. I wondered at the transformation of the old Waddy house and grounds across the street. It looked like a movie set from the 1930s, but brand new. I told Frank at the reunion later how much it meant to me to be able to walk through their kitchen when I was a kid and have his mom, Gertrude, hand me a piece of her wonderful fried chicken.
About ten as I walked in the new high school someone from the 1967 greeter table handed me a program and tried to sell me a raffle ticket. Lots of people filled the entry hall. I headed for the coffee.
As I rounded the corner to the table area I was first greeted by Bill McQueary and Tom Shaw who were at a table with a 1962 Ram sign on it. Also, there were Suzanne Cliett Marsden and her husband, and soon Asher Cohen, Jr. and his wife, Kathy, joined us. Then Glenda Johnson came up and we all visited for a while. Sheriff Ray Patterson was the last to show up. Sitting at our table was Linda Taylor from the class of 64 and Bill’s wife, Barbara Ward, from 1965. Ms. Taylor asked me if I used to teach world history at the high school and I said “no, that was my brother.” She said she had taken history from him.
Wish I could give you a transcript of the very focused conversations at the table, it was fun visiting. Topics like
Elmhurst, ballroom dance lessons above the Penny’s store, lost friends, the local draft board (think Vietnam), Jannelle White’s brothers, previous reunions, flooding in the and whether or not you swam in it, stories of a number of unanswered marriage proposal letters to a certain class member, etc. Crystal Canal
I thought I better register and went to the table controlled by Nancy Martin Buzbee, Linda White Moore, Melody Tuggle Carroll, and Lynn Tompkins Waddy. They showed me a list of who was registered, and said that Pallin Lee and Sue Hill were there the previous night, but would not be at the Saturday event. I noticed that some names on the list I had not seen yet. Because I had put Ms. Primm’s name on the back of my registration form for the award, I asked
about the teacher who got the fourth teacher Hall of Fame award, and was so pleased to hear from her that Ms. Primm had won a close race for it! Registered, but so sorry I did not see you were: Lynda Lee Fox, Judy Smith Lee, Monty Sanders, Delores Bailey Sybert, Tommy Youngblood, Jim Hughey, Mike Hopkins, Delores Bolton Ayers. Like I said, Pallin and Sue came on Friday. So over twenty registered or attended. More than last year. Pretty, pretty good. Wait till 2017 and let’s all show up. Nancy
The class group headed into the comfortable auditorium about 10:45 and the program started. We got all the 1962 people in one area, a row or two, and took a couple of photos. The speech by the representative of the class of 1966 was about twenty five to thirty minutes long. Officers for next year for the 50 Year Club were named and someone from the class of 1962 named “Waddy” was mentioned, I think, it was corresponding secretary, probably Eugene. The pledge to the flag and singing the Alma Mater were memory lane stuff. Each class stood up with their class representative as the roll of classes was called, and a list in the program told who had passed since June 2015 from each class. That meeting was very efficiently run but there were no stage lights so people on the stage were in the dark. President Hank Gayler gave a report on the progress restoring the cottage, mentioned money a few times, and adjourned us to lunch. I asked Hank how close the Primm vote was after the meeting in the lunch area and he said that the board had to break the three way tie. The previous winners that she joined were Mr. Pat Simmons, Mr. Curt Scharnberg, and Mrs. Winnie Fiedler.
In the lunch area appeared a healthy happy Jessie Wright Teddlie, and after a few words with her I hit the way back to Dallas and as I passed the Fort Wolters gate and by that cross, I pondered that it was a fun trip, and I wondered how many more times the Lord is going to be willing to allow me this yearly road trip back H O M E, before I’m called home.
Bob SamuelsonWuz Up? Class ReporterJune 12, 2016