Campbellsville High School
It was the summer of 65. The Beach Boys, the Beatles and the Supremes
played on the
Aware of being the first class ever for summer Headstart, we knew we were
As a testimony to the character of our parents, teachers and community
leaders, none of us
Our first grade class was among the last to set at the low oak tables on oiled wooden floors and to get a weeks vacation for cotton picking in autumn.
In spring tiny chairs with seats worn smooth by generations of feisty little
We saw Spot run each day during reading and put our heads on our desk at rest period. We tried not to scare ourselves on the outdoor path to the lunchroom by looking at a biology class skeleton strategically placed in an upstairs window, but we could never resist a peek.
Our holiday bulletin boards had crosses and mangers alongside bunnies and Santas. We heard a Bible story every morning just after the pledge of allegiance and just before the prayer.
Chapel was held every Friday with each class taking turns providing the program of music, skits or guest speakers. One April chapel in 2nd grade, we observed a moment of silence for the slain Dr. Martin Luther King.
In 3rd grade we tackled new math.
The summer after forth grade, we watched Neil Armstrong walk on the moon and a bunch of hippies do crazy things at some big concert in New York.
By sixth grade, we girls wore bellbottoms and mini-skirts and had crushes on David Cassidy and Bobby Sherman. The boys still wore what their mamas told them and some had crushes on us!
The single constant intrusion of the world was Viet Nam. None of us
understood or even
In 1999, on the eve of the millennium, the first graders of 1965 turned 40 years old. Forty is the birthday marked by black balloons and sympathetic looks. Forty is the age when women know they should have used more moisturizer and men are beginning join Hair Club for Men.
In our 40s weve had just enough life experience to believe we can handle anything the future offers and know that anything very likely includes the joy of rocking grandbabies and the sorrow of burying mamas and daddies.
But in the summer of 65 our little Headstart class at Campbellsville
school drew life-size
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