I had the opportunity to attend the 1954 (60th) and 1964 (50th) Quincy High School class reunions this past weekend.
There was something unique about these two classes. Both of them had members who would become teachers that I had when I was in school, and two that I liked a lot as a student.
Peggy (Parramore) Mason, a member of the ‘54 class was my 4th grade teacher and although she was a strict teacher, we all loved her. She is also the teacher who almost got me a spanking from the principal, Mr. Shuler, who was a very large man.
Unlike today, I liked to talk a lot as a child and she apparently had enough of my chatter and made me stand outside the classroom door. This put me in danger of being seen by Mr. Shuler who patrolled the hallways every hour with his paddle.
I was petrified at the least as I stood there anticipating Mr. Shuler and his paddle.
The classroom was on the second floor and I heard Mr. Shuler as he started up the stairs.
To say I was scared was an understatement, I was in panic mode and tried to press myself against the wall in hopes of not being seen.
Just before he reached the turning point that would have put him eye level with the second floor, someone from the office called him and I heard him turn around and go back down the stairs.
A few minutes later I was allowed back in the room and I am sure I talked a lot less after that, as I don't remember ever being sent into the hallway again.
Angie (Brooks) Davis, a member of the ‘64 class was my English teacher in the 12th grade. She expected a lot out of us and for the most part I think we worked hard in her class.
My father passed away in the middle of that school year and I missed classes. I will always be thankful to her for helping me catch up.
If it had not been for her and most of my other teachers, that year could have been a lot worse.
After leaving those two reunions I could not help but be nostalgic and remember the times I had growing up here in Gadsden County.
Sometimes I miss them a lot, especially many of the people who have passed away over the years.
That is the one thing that is good about getting together with classmates every now and then.
It gives you a chance to catch up with old friends and find out what is going on in their lives after all of these years.
I cannot imagine having grown up somewhere else and I’m sure the classes of 1954 and 1964 would agree.
Like reunions should be, "A good time was had by all."