I remember several of those names, but not all. So Mademoiselle Couson married Mr. Quinn–not really surprised.

This is so neat–I thought a chapter of my life that was long forgotten would never be prodded into my conscious mind again. I too had to dissect–first a worm, then a frog, in Mr. Quinn’s class. I also remember the Gutenbergs. 25 Gutenbergs was his standard punishment.

“When and by whom was the first printing press discovered as far as is generally known? Gutenberg, about 1450. ”

For as long as I live I will always be able to answer that question. Mrs. Riggs was our PE teacher, and Mr. Boulas the music one. I’ll have to look in my yearbook for the typing teacher, a woman, but that class was invaluable throughout the rest of my school years and my career as a special ed. teacher.

I remember having to give a 5 minute speech in English class, and I was shaking so hard when I turned over my written speech it rattled loud enough for the next classroom to hear, I swear. I recall a girl in my class, who I always sat behind because we were seated in alphabetical order, telling me how good my speech was. Yeah, right. Her name was Sandy Gill. Haven’t seen her on this site, yet. Also, my best friends were Karen Crane and Kathy Williams.

The teen clubs on Port Lyautey and Sidi Slimane held formal dances – exchanging – first on Port, then Sidi Slimane. We were doing the bunny hop and in the middle of it my ugly half-slip, not the pretty crinolines, fell down around my ankles. I had to stop hopping, step out of it, and grab it and run to the girl’s room. I was mortified.

In my 57 yearbook, someone drew a sketch of me with my slip hanging down to the floor and asked if I remembered. As if I could forget! Do you remember those slips under the full skirts? They were so full, we had to tuck them between our knees when sitting so we could see over our skirts!

Then there were penny loafers or saddle shoes, and sweater sets. The beehive hairdo’s weren’t in yet–the page boy was popular then, or a good old-fashioned pony tail. Then the shift dressed came in–made us look shapeless–straight up and down. Ah, for the good old days.

Judy (Hill) Swanson

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