Published 3/02/07, contributed by Linda DeCuir McFadden
I went to many TRI HI Y dances during my wonderful 3 years at Woodrow Wilson. I had a date with Mike Quebedeaux to a masquerade party in
the 8th grade. My mom borrowed some PRISONER (black and white strips) costumes for us to wear. A few days before the dance, the rumor got to me that Mike was going to break up with me at the dance and hang around with Dianne Petry. So, mom and I got revenge by having her sew me a darling INDIAN PRINCESS outfit. Mike showed up in his prisoner garb while I was looking marvelous and away we went. The sad part about it was that I don't think an 8th grade boy with raging hormones could care less. He sat in the corner "smooching with Dianne all night, but at least I had a great time with all my friends that night. Mike, we all miss you sweet friend. I hope you are smiling at this story from heaven.
Published 3/02/07 , contributed by Sara Little Chilton
Oh my goodness! That was GLENN? Sweet, wonderful GLENN? Who would have guessed? Now Glenn--don't you feel so much better unloading that guilt after so many years?!!He has no idea how difficult it was to get my parents to give me the keys to go ANYWHERE. They just didn't let me out on my own or with friends unless it was a school activity and an adult was present. Telling my parents that I had lost my keys was not fun!
One time they actually allowed me to drive myself too a graduation pool party at the Tropicana - very unusual for them. They made me promise that I would go only there, and then straight home. So what did I do? Daring me decided to rebel by driving around the block instead of going straight home. (I know, I know, but this truly was my good little girl idea of rebellion!) Of course, what should happen? When I turned off Rosedale onto 25th street I ran right off into the deep ditch running down the side of 25th. I thought my heart was absolutely going to stop. I was going to be grounded for the Senior Prom, I was never going to be trusted to go anywhere again, etc, etc. Who should come along right after me and help me climb out up out of the ditch but Mr. Roy Jones, Janice Jones' father. He was my guardian angel. He took me to their home and called my father for me, explaining that he has seen the accident. he really smoothed things over for me and I was his biggest fan from that point on.
I remember our last day of 6th grade in 1962 at at Travis Elementary when Dwight Larson brought a pair of his dad's underwear to school, and
when he lowered the American flag that afternoon he hoisted his dad's BVD's to the top of the pole!!! I'd never seen the principal, Mrs. Gladine
Robinson, so absolutely livid. Our teacher, Miss Lynette Boss, was embarrassed beyond belief! We all thought Dwight was so cool!
Published 3/02/07, contributed by Nelwyn Comeaux Blanchette
Hi. This is a treasured memory of Clifford Antone and I would like to share it with all of you. It happened in my junior
year. My older brother was killed. He was my life. After finally returning to school after missing a couple of weeks, I was sitting in study hall
& out of nowhere came this FOOL'S voice saying, "Hey Nelwyn, how's your brother"?? This person knew my brother had died. Just a very cold
heartless human being. I began crying, & Clifford who was sitting nearby heard this conversation, & jumped up & went to the teacher, whispering
something, & next thing I noticed, this guy was being escorted out of the room. Clifford took me into the hall, & was so comforting to me, put
his arm around me and said "I am so sorry this has happened. I never want to be like that guy". He had tears in his eyes. He called me for
several days after that just checking on me. He was so sincere. He was genuine. Truly something I will never forget. That is the Clifford
I remember & will always remember. I am sorry that it is too late to tell him what a special friend he was and still is.
Published 3/02/07 , contributed by Linda DeCuir McFadden
This is a scene of one of the "infamous " Rowland's Mafia homeroom poster parties held in my garage in Lakeview. We always had a great time.Notice the large Clown Head in the background. It was part of the circus decorations for the "Under The Big Top" Football homecoming After game Dance our senior year. Hmmm. I wonder how it got to my house. Hmmm.
From left: Eloy Montalvo, Phyllis Hargrove, linda DeCuir, Steve Baker, Donnie DeLee.
the 8th grade. My mom borrowed some PRISONER (black and white strips) costumes for us to wear. A few days before the dance, the rumor got to me that Mike was going to break up with me at the dance and hang around with Dianne Petry. So, mom and I got revenge by having her sew me a darling INDIAN PRINCESS outfit. Mike showed up in his prisoner garb while I was looking marvelous and away we went. The sad part about it was that I don't think an 8th grade boy with raging hormones could care less. He sat in the corner "smooching with Dianne all night, but at least I had a great time with all my friends that night. Mike, we all miss you sweet friend. I hope you are smiling at this story from heaven.
This is a scene of one of the "infamous " Rowland's Mafia homeroom poster parties held in my garage in Lakeview. We always had a great time.Notice the large Clown Head in the background. It was part of the circus decorations for the "Under The Big Top" Football homecoming After game Dance our senior year. Hmmm. I wonder how it got to my house. Hmmm.