Blog 57 TOO MUCH SKIN

Blog 57

The Freshman Class of 1954 mid-termers

Pictured below are the freshman who arrived at Jeff in January, 1951. The yearbook lists us as the class of 1955; however, some of us finished in 1954, some in 1955, and a few were not heard from again. You will have to overlook the scribbling, but when we all signed yearbooks, many wrote right across their face.

Front row: Rose Marie Zatarain; Margaret Adams; Anna Sue ridings; Wendell Wong; Shirley Auer, Jack Stutts; Ben Villerreal

Second Row: Elizabeth White; Cecilia Abdo; David Fretz; Ray Kuhl; Anita Smith; Edmond Schleyer

Third row: Carolyn Hill; Leonard Chapman; Frances Folkes; Carol Hansen; Gordon Brown; Ben Ross

Front row: Antoinette Rizzo; Byron Fonarow; Adelaide Rodriguez; Leon Knight; Billy Vaughn; Jimmie Meek; Kay Haller; Gene Muenzler

Second row: Mary Dell Gill; Mary Ezell; Ida Garcia; Patricia Padgett; John Nieto; Jeanine Kliefoth

Third row: Barbara Ezell; ann Keller; Ruth Freedman; George Lowrey; James Harris; Arthur Morin

Fourth row: Warner Fassnidge; Joe Coreth; Carl Dienger; Charles Thias; Charlie Conaway; Richard Funk; Michael Stallings

These two photos are the last of the 1954 mid-termers, sophomores in the past two blogs and freshman In this blog.

What’s Next?

I have been disposing of a full file cabinet drawer of Jefferson stuff collected over the years while chairing the various reunions. I will present some of that, to include notable happenings in 1954, mostly compiled by Kay Matteson Gregory; some of the class notes sent in by you people; some Jefferson history; and some events in and around San Antonio over the past 50 years; and photos.

Too much skin!

How many times do we joke about our social calendar being filled with dates at our doctors? There is always that process of checking-in: weighing and blood pressure, oxygen, temperature, etc. I don’t mind the weighing in, because I know their scales lie, compared to mine at home, where I step on daily unclothed. But what really bothers me is when they measure my height. In my prime, I was five feet, nine and a half inches. Now, if I stretch as much as I can, they say, “five feet seven.”

I have become the incredible shrinking man! The other day I was looking in the mirror trying to get past what I think I look like and recognizing the real me. My thought was, I have too much skin. Maybe my height decreased by 2 ½ inches but the skin stayed with me! I can think of no other explanation for the skin that is hanging around.

I fell comforted by knowing that some of you recognize the same predicament.

Tune in next time.

4 thoughts on “Blog 57 TOO MUCH SKIN

  1. rblake4@satx.rr.com

    Hey Jack:

    Oh boo hoo, when I went into the army I was 5 ft. 11 and 3/4. Now I’m 5 ft 10 and 1/2. We’ve just worn down some. BTW, are we ever going out to look at the bricks?

    Bob

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  2. Jeanine Kliefoth Price

    Yep, we sure are changing. I seem to still be 5 foot 5 and a half inches but have increased in other areas. I wonder where my 18 inch waist went. I still have proof of it because I have the leather belt that Gene Muenzler made me. Time has been good to you though, you still look young. Keep the posts coming.

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  3. Jack Davis

    Aren’t we all-becoming pygmies and the only thing left is shrunken heads.It is amazing they still work,sometimesCheers and thanks,Jack Davis

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  4. Beverly Hime

    Shrinking is the saddest part of being an octogenarian. From 5’4 7/8” (stretching as hard as I could) to a current 5’1” makes me sad. I’m not fat, I’m just short! Actually my recent knee replacement made me 1/2” taller. However, if that’s all I have to complain about, I feel I am truly blessed!!

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