[Found among my high school mementoes. Apparently something I put together in May 1953 for our graduating festivities. Sandy (Jones) Scheele.]
Sometime in the Future
I was feeling in a reminiscing mood so I decided to write all of you a letter. Do you remember when we first started school? There we were, clutching tightly to our mother's hand, awed with the sight of such a huge building where we would spend our days for the next 12 years. Out of our graduating class of 61, we have 44 members who started on the road of education here at Milton-Union.
In the second grade we welcomed Marilyn Sibert from Philipsburg. Joan Botkin from Concord and Jerry Miller from Philipsburg joined our ranks during the third grade. While we were studying in the fourth grade, Phil Brumbaugh came from Massachusetts and Linda Studebaker entered from Concord to skin their knees on the old gravel playground.
Our fifth year saw the return of Opal Harshbarger, who started with us but had to move to Covington. That year also we acquired Jean Beck from Tipp City and Gary Tisor from Dayton. Bill Yates journeyed from Butler to join us in the sixth grade. Six years gone already. Half of our school years passed and gone but let's see what the next six held for us.
Norman Bogue, transferring from Dayton Patterson, and Peggy Fisher, who moved from Philipsburg, were new members of our class starting out on the last leg of our school education. Entering the high school building, we met new people, new teachers started over with a new beginning. We were typical seventh graders: late to classes, forgot our teachers names, and had crushes on the upperclassmen.
The following year the names of Rose Mary Huston from Wayne Twp and Clarence Honeyman from Philipsburg were entered on our roll. Mrs. Kathleen Geeting was appointed as our class advisor and stayed with us throughout the years. The ninth grade brought to focus a music-minded class. Dale Fetter, leaving Butler, Grandel Eastridge, coming from Ansonia, and Eugenie Dennis from Miamisburg entered a class that held the honor of having the most students in the high school band. Many of our musical classmates also entered the high school chorus.
In our sophomore year we reached the peak of our enrollment. We had 73 members in our class. If we would not have lost 10 of them that year, we would have had the largest graduating class. But Fate had her way and we lost to the state of marriage and moving away.
Money, money, money' was the byword of our junior year. We were faced with the task of entertaining the seniors with the annual Junior-Senior Banquet and Prom, the event that would close our 11th year. We delved into selling to finance this selling concessions at the football and basketball games, selling plastic towels, conducting paper drives, and presenting our class play, "One Mad Night."
Money, money, money' seemed to be the theme of our senior year, also. But it was not money coming into the class treasury; it was money coming out of our (or our Dad's) pockets! The first big event of our senior year was our trip to Washington and New York. The financing of this trip was done by conducting more paper drives, bake sales, and another class play, "Star Crazy." Then, too, there were our senior pictures, announcement and name cards, not to mention our caps and gowns.
At last came the Big Day! The Senior Class of Milton-Union was graduating. Very chic in white and blue gowns, we walked down that fateful aisle for the last time. Jack Shuttleworth was our valedictorian and the honor of salutatorian fell upon Norman Schul.
Well, I must quit reminiscing! That's a sign that you're getting old, and we aren't getting old. We're just starting on our long rip through life and remember
A Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins With One Step