THIS MONTH’S MOST
 WANTED WARRIOR

         LINDA KAYE POPE

 

Any information regarding this Warrior's maiden name,
previous address, names of: parents, siblings,
children, friends, colleges attended, etc., should be
sent to:
pepperpatch45@bellsouth.net

 

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MARK YOUR CALENDAR NOW FOR FRIDAY,  FEBRUARY 25 AT
COLLETTA’S RESTAURANT ON PARKWAY - Memphis

 

MEMORIES     from Carol Catron Brown                               

There was one class that always stood out as my favorite and that was typing. 
There was less stress there than in other classes.  It was so much fun because
I sat next to Finley Brown, who had a smile that lit up the room when he walked
in and a personality that was bigger than life.  I was a rather quiet girl in high
school and really looked forward to that class to see what Finley would pull next. 
Whenever we had typing drills, he and I had a competition to see who could make
the best grade.  More often, I would beat him in time tests…girls seemed to be
faster typists.  But one day Finley came in with a determination you could see on
his face.  He was going to beat me on this drill.  So when the teacher said “start”,
Finley frantically started pounding the keyboard.  I was impressed at how fast he
was going.  He stood up and cheered that he had typed over 120 words per minute. 
“WOW”, I said.  When we exchanged papers I could see why.  There wasn’t one
word spelled correctly on the entire page, not “the”, not “or” not “and”, there weren’t
even spaces between the letters.  It was simply a bunch of jibberish!  What a
shame that we had to lose a personality like Finley’s.  He was a delight!

 

And a Touching Christmas Story   from our Resident Sage, Gene Johnson 
When I was a small child, our practice on Christmas Eve was for my mother
and me to place a few ‘last’ ornaments on the tree before going to bed.  My father,
AKA Santa, always went to bed earlier so he could rise early and assemble all
of the toys from ‘hell’ before I got up… around 4:30AM Christmas Morning.

 Anyway, on this given Christmas Eve I became concerned that Santa would be
hungry on his journey (I must have overheard others talking about milk and cookies
for Santa.).  So, I suggested to my mother that we leave some cookies and
milk for Santa.

Mom, in her inimitable style, said the following, “Honey, please realize that Santa
goes to many, many homes of children during the night, and I am sure that most
of them leave him cookies and milk.  By the time he gets to our house I am sure
that cookies and milk are not something he wants after so many helpings.  Why
don’t we leave him a Scotch and Water instead?  I’m sure he would appreciate that.

So, we left Santa a Scotch and Water, which was gone when I got up the next
morning.  From that point on leaving Santa a Scotch and Water became tradition
until I no longer believed in Santa.

Send your Central Memory to Paula Wicker Hamby at PJHAMBY2@aol.com

WARRIORS WE LOST IN 2004

WHILE WE ARE MOURNING THE LOSS OF OUR FRIEND, OTHERS ARE
REJOICING TO MEET HIM BEHIND THE VEIL.          John Taylor

 

 

                   

 
                     
 

 

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FOOD FOR THOUGHT Had he lived, Elvis would have turned 70 on January 8th .

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LOCAL VOLUNTEERS NEEDED  From Paul Sisco
Anyone in our class interested in doing research on the history of Central and its
predecessor Memphis High School, please e-mail Paul.  
psisco@mindspring.com

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