Monday, March 07, 2005
Monday hello
Hi, Folks,
Just thought I'd add a new post so you don't have to keep reading the same one over and over. Of course, if someone would have the nerve, maybe people could read stuff by someone other than me. It's fun and easy, and once you get your feet wet, you'll wonder why you waited so long.
Heard from Dennis Timoskevich this weekend. He's living in San Antonio and looking forward to attending the reunion. I heckled him about the Sadie Hawkins dance so many years ago, when I asked him, and he just gave me a flat-out "no."
Wrote about that in Pocket Girdles and about the time Greg McFarland asked Karen Arndt (who was sitting right next to me) to dance-----when I had been supplying him Good and Plenty's from the Whatnot Shop in hopes of sweetening him up for a seventh-grade romance.
Now, certainly some of you have your own memories of the Whatnot Shop, Charlie Stidwell, Mrs. Weaver, the junior high running track or your adolescent flames. By the way, our old junior high stands vacant with its windows boarded up.
Rumors abound that something may be started up in there one of these days. I think it would make a great arts and cultural center, but the owner's the one to decide. Would love to stroll through that old auditorium again and listen to the voices of its many ghosts.
That reminds me of Dona Meehan. No, she's not a ghost----just have some vivid memories of her choir class. She and hubby Dave still live out there in Hope.
Gotta run. Have a great week everyone.
Marianne
Just thought I'd add a new post so you don't have to keep reading the same one over and over. Of course, if someone would have the nerve, maybe people could read stuff by someone other than me. It's fun and easy, and once you get your feet wet, you'll wonder why you waited so long.
Heard from Dennis Timoskevich this weekend. He's living in San Antonio and looking forward to attending the reunion. I heckled him about the Sadie Hawkins dance so many years ago, when I asked him, and he just gave me a flat-out "no."
Wrote about that in Pocket Girdles and about the time Greg McFarland asked Karen Arndt (who was sitting right next to me) to dance-----when I had been supplying him Good and Plenty's from the Whatnot Shop in hopes of sweetening him up for a seventh-grade romance.
Now, certainly some of you have your own memories of the Whatnot Shop, Charlie Stidwell, Mrs. Weaver, the junior high running track or your adolescent flames. By the way, our old junior high stands vacant with its windows boarded up.
Rumors abound that something may be started up in there one of these days. I think it would make a great arts and cultural center, but the owner's the one to decide. Would love to stroll through that old auditorium again and listen to the voices of its many ghosts.
That reminds me of Dona Meehan. No, she's not a ghost----just have some vivid memories of her choir class. She and hubby Dave still live out there in Hope.
Gotta run. Have a great week everyone.
Marianne
