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How do you store your pictures? Framing, scrapbooking or storing them in shoeboxes? With the advent of digital photography, there are several options for sharing the photos you love, making them last a good, long time: You can either: 
Anger is a wind that, usually, blows out the lamp of the mind.
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For some unknown reason, our readership has dropped tremendously this past year. Willy Wellston posted a question on Facebook asking if anyone knew the reason why. Most said they enjoyed reading it each month, others said they didn't know it had been reinstated again. Below is one of the replies posted: |
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I
have spent hours enjoying
the Flashlight. I initially
signed up to pay the dues
through Paypal but somehow
it didn't get listed.
Now I track it down with
using one of the search
engines. I loved all the
articles about the history
of Wellston. Someone did an
outstanding research job on
the architecture of homes
and buildings in Wellston.
That link led me to other
web sites with more of
Wellston’s history.
I
appreciate any changes made
to reflect something good
happening in Wellston. We
all know it will never be
what it was but in the end
it might turn out to be
pretty good. The block I
used to walk up (61xx Ridge)
which was a hill and very
dark, is no longer so
scary--newer houses,
overgrown shrubs etc. gone.
My own block (63xx Ridge)
looks pretty good. Maybe
we'll drive over there again
and see how the owner of our
home is doing. He has done a
few things I don't like but
after all, its his home and
no longer mine. Sandy
Gibbons '57
JoAnn
(Williams) Croce '60 was
grateful to great-grandson
Henry for coming into the
world a little early while
she was in Chicago on the
last leg of her vacation.
Henry wasn't due until
August 5th. His early
appearance saved her a trip
back to Chicago.
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OFFICER AND TRUSTEE ELECTIONS |
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 Nominations
are being accepted for officers (President,
Secretary/Treasurer) and (5) trustees for Reunion
2015. If you are interested in any of these positions or
if you know someone who would like to work on the next
reunion, please send in their name.  The existing officers and
trustees have done an
excellent job producing awesome and memorable reunions in
the last years but now they would like to step down and let
others
take over with new and different ideas.Ballots will be sent to WHS 2011 Club members and 2006 guarantors later this year. Election results will be announced at Reunion 2012. |
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SECOND ANNUAL ALUMNI PICNIC
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Seen it, done it - can't remember most of it. |
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On July 14
Laurel Park in
St. Peters 
Wagner
Electric
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Where
in the World is 
Condolences
to:
WHOSE BIRTHDAY IS IT THIS MONTH?
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When these occasions arose, do you remember how the matter was handled? Right. There were “consequences” to their actions although I remember three separate occasions in which I was certain that the punishment did not befit the crime. I believe it prudent to withhold the names of the teachers involved. If you happened to have witnessed the incidents, you will remember “who.” If not, the identities really aren’t germane to the point I will make. In second grade, an incident occurred that is forever ingrained in my mind. My friend, Barbara McMorris ’53 and I, Joyce Perkins ’53, were seated, side by side, in the back of the room. The teacher instructed us to read a chapter in our textbooks. She futher cautioned that there was to be no talking allowed until we finished. She strode to the blackboard and wrote the number of the assigned chapter. I began reading, however, Barbara had not heard what the teacher said. Barbara was deaf in one ear. Through the window the sun glared brightly on the blackboard. From our vantage point it was impossible for Barbara to read what the teacher had written. Barbara probably should have raised her hand, but instead, leaned toward me and said, “What number did she say?” In a matter of seconds the teacher towered, menacingly, over Barbara, “I said no talking, Missy.” Barbara sputtered, “I…I…couldn’t hear what you said and the blackboard…” Smack! The teacher struck an open-handled blow that left a full, bright-red hand print on Barbara’s cheek. She drug her up to the front of the room, chastising her all the way. “Maybe you will be able to see and hear better if you sit up here.” She slammed Barbara down in the chair next to her desk. Another time, in fourth grade, punishment was doled out in a harsh and inhumane way. Gene Rolfes ’53, was a happy-go-lucky kid who often caused the class to burst into uproarious laughter. He never did anything bad. He was just a typical class clown who entertained everyone, unfortunately, the teacher was striving to keep the class in control and focused on their lessons. In some way, Gene must have greatly angered the teacher. She jerked him up by the arm and herded him into the cloakroom. The cloakroom had a row of black coat hooks, mounted on wooden boards, on three walls. In the classroom we heard the teacher’s voice rise to a high pitch, scuffling noises, a thump, and then silence. When Gene and the teacher returned to the room, Gene had a huge red welt on the bone just above his temple. Tears were in his eyes but he wasn’t crying. He sat back down and class resumed. My brother, Robert Perkins ‘53, was a sophomore when there was another case of unreasonable punishment. Again, I don’t know what he did to upset his teacher. I only know when he came in from school, he had a black and blue knot on the side of his forehead. Dad questioned my brother about how he got the knot. Bob didn’t want to tell dad and I’m not sure why. He might have felt he deserved punishment, or maybe he was fearful dad would be upset at him for being disobedient. None-the-less, dad finally pried the truth from him. The teacher had doubled up his fist and socked Bob in the forehead. I will say this, our dad was red-faced furious. He had a fiery temper when riled and this situation was one of those times. He and mother went to school and confronted the teacher. Dad’s size was quite formidable (tall and large). The teacher was obviously intimidated and listened carefully as dad issued a threat as to what would happen if this situation ever was repeated. The teacher offered abject apologies. Dad was not questioning the fact that my brother may have needed a reprimand. It was the cruel and unusual punishment that the teacher inflicted that was the issue. Now, to the point of my story. As I’m sure you have found by observing the behavior of youngsters today, there are no consequences to any of their actions. “Time out” is very vogue, along with “reinforcing positive behavior.” These might work in theory, but from the results I have seen and from listening to my teacher friends, the absence of discipline in the home and within the school systems have made teaching a major challenge. More times than not, the classroom is in total chaos and capturing the attention of the students is next to impossible. I’ll have to admit, something firmer than “time out,” like a few swats on my backside taught me that rules must be obeyed. If they weren't, consequences were sure to follow. Furthermore, I never had to be punished for the same infraction twice. The lesson was learned the first time. This is in sharp contrast to the steady drone of, “Do you want me to give you ‘time out’?” as the child continues their bad behavior with a total disregard. I have never believed that socking a child in the head or slapping them in the face was/is ever acceptable or a reasonable punishment, but a swat on the backside once in a while never hurt anyone. I don’t ever remember feeling abused as a child. I always regarded both of my parents as kind and loving. I don’t believe I would have grown to be nearly as self-disciplined, or compliant to the laws of our society, had I never been taught to respect authority and follow the rules. My theory is that the secret to equitable discipline lies “somewhere in between” smacking a child around a cloak room and “time out.” I also believe if the adults were still in charge, massacres like Littleton, Colorado wouldn’t happen. The daily news reports of knives and guns at school, and the killings that result, wouldn’t happen. These things would have been unthinkable in our day when the biggest threat to any student was a “paper wad.”
In conclusion, I will concede that this is only one
opinion. Mine. What your opinion? |
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Thinking
back to my days at Wellsmar, Wellston Jr., and Wellston
High, I remember the classrooms being pretty orderly and the
teacher being in charge. That’s not to say there wasn’t an
occasional disruption from a flamboyant student craving
attention.
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Ten years later, the
group of 25-year-old
guys discussed where
they should
meet for dinner. It was
agreed they should meet
at the Ocean View
You
are either covering it,