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Miss Niles was for me and probably many
other young women, an example of what a
woman could, with education and
experience, become. I wanted to be just
like her, erudite, well traveled, witty,
familiar with current events, the
theater, everything.
When it was available, I couldn't afford
it, although in retrospect, it wasn't
that expensive. No one seems to know
when the company went out of business.
London Mist was definitely hard to find.
I like fragrance. I am allergic to many.
Avon fragrances contained some
ingredient that sent me into a coughing
spasm. My aunt and grandmother had the
full Avon line. I coughed a lot. The
late Kathleen (Bonney) Busalacchi '57 wore
Aquamarine by Revlon which had the same
effect on me.
My fragrance career started with money
saved from baby sitting and then my 65
cents an hour from Kresge's. Charmed by
the bottle shape, I bought a bottle of
D'Orsay's Intoxication when I was 13. It
was my fall and winter scent. In summer
I wore Summer Song, a pale green and
very light fragrance purchased by the
quart, I think, from Walgreen's on the Hodiamont
tracks and Easton Avenue.
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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: 
Some
friendships are like passing ships in
the ocean - they just drift a part but
not these three fellows on the right.
They have been friends since entering
high school their freshmen year in 1941
- 70 years ago - and still meet for
lunch! They still love talking
about the good 'ol days
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MYSTERY MAN FROM THE 1965 CLASS STRIKES AGAIN |
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Again someone from the class
of '65 sent the ladies a
surprise in the mail. The
last gift sent after reunion
2006 was a bracelet this
time it's a corncob pipe
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Needing a pass in order to
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"In
the spirit of Tom Sawyer,
Becky Thatcher and
Huckleberry Finn it was
great sharing a part of your
growing up years. Hope you
are well and happy and have
as many good memories of us
as we do of you. And, in the
spirit of MAMMY YOAKUM (ya
know, L'il Abner) it's the
time of life to kick back in
a comfortable rocking chair
on a sunny front porch and
enjoy a pipe full of good
memories....but not
tobacco.....or anything else
from the sixties!!!! 
I
also have a story about
Bennett's Grill next to
Wellston High School. I took
a bus (or walked) from home
and got to the school very
early and went to Bennett's
and always had toast and hot
chocolate (I remember it was
very inexpensive.) Always
did shorthand homework
during that time because
there never seemed to be
enough time at night. I was
always cheering for a game
or playing some after school
sport and then by the time I
got home all the way on
Suburban, it was too late to
do homework. (Always had
shorthand .) It seemed to be
my home away from home. The
owners were so nice to the
students. Don't know how
they survived
if they had to rely on
student business, but they
were there for several
years. Peg (Taylor) Carnes
class of l957
I
REMEMBER:
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NOVEMBER, 2011 |
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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. They are turning in
their resignations effective after the Reunion 2012 but will
give help to the new group (if needed). If you would like to volunteer or maybe you know someone who would make a good officer or trustee, send us an email. Don't let our organization die. We have worked hard to reunite our alumni. There is a database with all pertinent information such as names, addresses, phone numbers, email addresses, etc. We hope all of the efforts from the past years will not be lost. 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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On
October
15,
friends
and
family
came
together
in
Laurel
Park in
St.
Peters,
MO for
the
Second
Annual
Wellston
Picnic.
This
year
there
was a
little
nip in
the air
that
kept
many
from
coming
out. We
missed
seeing
you.
Those of
us who
did
attend,
had a
wonderful
and
memorable
day. For
many,
this is
the only
chance
they
will get
to see
one
another
until
next
year at
the
picnic.
Once
we
started
laughing,
sharing
stories,
old and
new with
our
friends,
suddenly
I was
that
same
high
school
kid I
was so
very
long
ago. As
I sat
with my
old
friends,
remembering
then and
sharing
now, my
friends
looked
exactly
as they
did
then. It
was like
I was
looking
into the
same
young
faces
that
stood in
the
school
yard. It
makes me
wonder
if
that’s
true for
any of
the rest
of you.
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J. L. Moody, Phd,
my 8th grade
science teacher,
and coach of our
basketball team
died this past
Monday, everyone
loved him, he
later went on to
be the business
manager at WHS,
and then
superintendent
of the Ritenour
School District.
NOVEMBER
BIRTHDAYS
A
lot is being
planned for the
alumni in 2012.
Our all alumni
‘Reunion 2012’
will be held in
October starting
with the mixer
on Friday,
dinner/dance
Saturday night
and picnic on
Sunday which is
always a lot of
fun.
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WHY A SCHOOL BUS DRIVER? By Barbara (McMorris) Moore '53 (deceased) |
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On a bulletin board, in the Normandy High School bus garage, was a carefully hand-lettered sign which read: “All the world admires a man with the courage to enter a cage with a dozen lions - except a school bus driver.” Whoever said that certainly said a mouthful.
 Why, then, would an apparently intelligent adult willingly “cage” themselves up those wild creatures commonly known as High School and Jr. High School students, six times a day, five days a week? Wouldn’t lion taming have been a whole lot easier? Granted, there were advantages to driving a school bus. Not many, I must say, but a few. The hours were ideal for a mom, like me, who had children in school since I was free to be at home with her on holidays, snow days, and on Easter break. It eliminated the need for asking help from grandma, neighbors, or a babysitter. It was also nice to be there when my daughter came home from school, as my last bus run was finished before her bus dropped her off at the corner. It also allowed me to run through the routine of mundane household chores during the hours between bus runs. This relieved the pressure of having to push chores into evenings and weekends when everyone was home. If asked, I am sure some of my fellow drivers would have explained their reasons for driving a bus with platitudes such as:
All of these reasons may seem, at least on the surface, to be valid. However, in my opinion, they were pure tripe! Another underlying motive, I suspected, is that there was an element of women’s liberation movement involved. Women bus drivers took tremendous pride in the fact that statistics proved them to be, by far, safer drivers than men. The women went on and on about those statistics to the male drivers, at every opportunity,. Men were much more chauvinistic back in the sixties than before the women rebelled and demanded equal rights and chose to totally ignore those statistics. Let’s face it - driving anything as big as a school bus was just plain hard work. Have you ever attempted to maneuver a forty-five foot vehicle through a four o’clock, rush-hour, and traffic jam while seventy-three screaming, foul-mouthed adolescents plan World War III over your right shoulder? Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy and certainly not for the faint of heart. During these “frantic” moments, the emotional see-saw tilted from anger to panic, back to anger, to hysteria, and, if you were lucky, you might make it back to sanity before the run was ended. I remember sitting amidst this chaos and saying to myself, “Wouldn’t it be easier to tame lions, instead?” |
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It was in the mid-1960s that I applied at Normandy High
School, in St. Louis County, Missouri for the job of driving
one of their big, yellow school busses. I was so excited
when I received the phone call asking me to report to
personnel to fill out paperwork and schedule my physical. I
had made it and I was ecstatic. I hadn’t worked outside the
home in quite a while so I wasn’t certain I would even be
considered. I thought it would be the perfect job. My
schedule would work in coincide with my eleven-year-old
daughter’s class schedule. I couldn’t have found anything
much better, or, so I thought. Further into the job, I
wondered what in the world ever made me think that school
bus driving would be the “ultimate” job. What was I
thinking? 
“Being with young people keeps me young.”
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