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Jeb Bladine: Reunions a fresh look at who we are

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Don Dix

Besides the every 5 year gathering, a couple of events may have influenced how our class became close.

When we entered the third grade ( 1955), there were too many for the grade schools to handle. So we spent that year in the high school -- all 260 of us. Kids from all the grade schools got to know each other long before they would have normally. Possibly, that could have initiated our ties to one another.

As 7th grade and jr. high began, we went to the new jr. high, only a year old. Then some Einstein decided to swap the jr. high for the high school, and off we went to that dungeon that for 2 years. Everyone agreed it sucked! More bonding by circumstances!

Entering high school, we were nearly as many as the two classes ahead combined ... and we knew it! The rest is history!

And every reunion seems to get better! No exception this time around! In fact, the worst one I can remember was just great!

Jeb Bladine

Here's one for you, Don:

A few months ago I was telling a man about going to the high school for third grade, and he said his class did the same thing. I think he graduated two years ahead of us, but not absolutely sure of that. It was the first time I'd ever heard of that, and it would be nice to confirm when another "big class" was shuttled to old Lincoln High for 3rd grade.


Our class (1964) did the same thing the year before your class. It was an interesting experience. We were style conscious with the high school kids. We all had our black brogues (classy carefully polished shoes with 1",or more, leather heels with cleats) and white cords that were as stiff as cardboard. Many of us had a letterman's jacket to match the high school lettermen. We were quite a sight.

Don Dix

kona -- your class got lucky ... 2 years @ the new jr. high, and only one @ the dungeon. I always felt he boy's locker room was not a place to be if an earthquake began rumbling ... all those 'concrete beams' looming overhead.

Baker was a two way street, and Combs Market (title company now), the DQ (now Muchas Gradias), and the Jumbo (Dave's TV) were close by, which were common gathering places. The Jumbo had the best burgers around, and many of us ate our lunch there instead of school (long before off-campus travel was a violation).

I'm told Mr. Neushwanger, owner of the Jumbo, would never divulge his sauce recipe. What a shame -- it was better than anything since!

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