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.
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.