The old girl looks less imposing in this photo than the image that I carry with me as I first saw it, late on that mid-summer day in 1963.
You know, it's a
shame that we never thought to take our own photos of the old school way back "then". I guess we just assumed that it would be around forever.
These photos were given to me, by email, by Jennifer Schroeder after I contacted the Corvallis superintendent and she put her "people" on the task. The superintendent's name is Dawn Tarzian , so, if you run across either of these good folks, say thank you. They had to do a bit of searching to come up with these and had to scan them, as they were hard copies. I did
share with them the thought that what a shame it was that more weren't available as this old school was a piece of history for a whole lot of people. Having the school I taught at for thirty years torn down and a new one built in its place gave me a thorough understanding that project managers seem only to view the future and disregard the past.
I remember sitting in Belva Weichner's Latin class, next to David Livingston, John's kid brother, when the intercom came on broadcasting the shooting of John F. Kennedy - that was an eerie day. As I recall, it was a day of confusion and bewilderment. We had a basketball game that night and people showed up with their aluminum pie plate noise-makers and a lot of the girls dressed in their blue "spirit" uniforms and the tragedy was put aside for a little while.
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