Tag Archives: Patsy Hatch Patterson

Blog 49 April 22, 2015

It is Fiesta week in San Antonio, tho’ “week” is a misnomer. Back in our day Fiesta kicked off on a Monday afternoon at 5PM with a pilgrimage at the Alamo. I saw it a few times and recall a simple ceremony. This year, it started Thursday of last week and ends Saturday evening of this week and offers opportunity to eat and drink all over town.

Monday night, Penny and I went down to the San Antonio Cavaliers’ River Parade for the first time in about twenty-five years. As a child, it was magical. To a seventy-something adult, it was not much. What I remember as exciting floats are now little more than barges with various people standing on them and very loud, not necessarily good musicians playing music we will probably never hear again. That sounds negative, but the thrill was gone. On the other hand, we were with a congenial group, and it is still so easy to drive down town, park, and walk to the river.

Over the next few blogs, I am going to post a few photos that people sent for inclusion in the history. Many of them I had to crop and cut out others in the photo, but this is a good place to include them. Here goes:

clip_image002

These smiling people are Jane Rupe (Love), Gerry (Guly) and Wayne Gabehart, Rucy Krisch, Ann Johnston (MacEwan), and Jean Tate (Pearce).

clip_image004     clip_image006

Tommy and Patsy Hatch Patterson          Jack Davis

clip_image008

Bob and Roselyn Mahaffey Cheline

Blog 43 March 6, 2015

 

About the book! Most everyone who ordered a book has received it by now, and the response has been completely gratifying. To all who sent kind comments, thank you. The post office does strange and not so wonderful things, so if your copy has not arrived, be patient. I followed some of the tracking numbers and found that our astute postal service sent a number of the books to Dallas even though for delivery in Austin and here in SA. Go figure.

I will include a few of your comments below, edited a bit.

From Pete Sweet: My reflections booklet arrived on Monday. I cannot begin to tell all of you what a terrific job you did with it. It has so many memories and I started at the front and have read through letter “C”, the information submitted by classmates shows what a diversified group of young people attended Jefferson High School graduating in 1954. To see everyone of our classmates is a true joy and to hear their adventures and experiences was a true gift. I do not know what those who did not order a copy of the publication thought they might be getting, but I can personally say that I got way more than I expected. I thought that I would get a pamphlet containing what those who replied about the past 60 years had written. To get as much information as this fine book contains is priceless. I hope that perhaps in the future when classmates are in San Antonio they might be able to get together to keep in touch.

From Janet Walker Mathes: I just received my 6o Years of Memories book today and I can’t put it down. It is so great and I am so very thankful to all those who helped you get this together and get it out. It is such a treasure. Please relay may heartfelt thanks to all those who took their time and energy to compile and distribute this to all of us. I wish I had known all this about my fellow classmates before we were together. What interesting lives.

From Sue Grum Redding: Received the ’54 History Book on Wednesday. I spent all afternoon reading it from cover to cover and then reread some parts yesterday.  It is awesome.  Thanks for all your work and the others that were involved.  Thinking back on my time at Jefferson, I remember more about the fun and friends instead of all the studying we must have done.  Would you have believed when we graduated that 60 years later there would be this volume of success stores? 

Enough of the praises. On to more interesting:

History factoids: The bit on the Hertzberg clock history generated memories and comments. Patsy Hatch Patterson and Jeanine Kliefoth Price both remember getting off the bus at that corner and checking the time. Patsy walked down Houston Street and up Alamo Plaza to get to Joske’s. Ben Williams that “You may not know that Hertzberg’s is where Ike bought Mamie her engagement ring. He was an instructor for ROTC at TMI in his first assignment after West Point.” Back in the 80’s (1980’s) when I often presided over ribbon cuttings for the Chamber of Commerce, one of the events took place on a newly converted office building on Broadway. It had originally been an apartment building and was the first residence of Ike and Mamie after they were married.

And on TMI, how many of you remember that Douglas MacArthur was as student there? TMI (Texas Military Institute) opened its doors in 1893. Douglas MacArthur was an early graduate, finishing in 1897, before entering West Point two years later. Here are a couple of photos of MacArthur. More about TMI in a later blog.

clip_image002

Closing with a few more photos sent by Jim Warren:

clip_image004 Bonnie Hirsch   clip_image006   Margaret Pratt

If you have old photos to include here, send them along to jeff-54@satx.rr.com

Blog 32 August 29, 2014

So many memories! While I am not devoting eight hours a day to this history project, I have spent a fair amount of time this week, and it is taking shape nicely. It has brought back many memories, a lot of questions, and some idle thoughts. Also, several people have sent in memorabilia to share with you.

Darrell Hawkins passed away last year. Patsy Hatch Patterson mentioned that Darrell began carving after retiring, focusing on Santas. At Patsy’s request, Darrell’s widow, Donna, sent along a photo of some carvings, below. I believe Darrell was a dentist (someone can correct me if I am wrong) as my younger brother. I think dentists must have a special talent working with their hands. Here is the photo of Darrell’s work:

clip_image002

Bob Blake sent me a program from our Senior Class Day program. Thanks, Bob. I will scan it and share it next time. The program was produced on a mimeograph machine. Remember those? Someone had to type a stencil and then ink up the machine and crank out x number of copies, being careful not to smear the ink on the copies printed out.

Who remembers? In working on the history, I have been re-keying classmate memberships, activities, and accomplishments—many of which I have no recall. These listing of activities were like an early resume, with many citing some pretty obscure activities in which they participated. Does anyone remember the Girls’ Cadet Corps show? A bunch of the Corps listed the play as an activity, so one of you GCC alumnae, please recall the program for us.

Every activity and every advisory had officers. It struck me that every single activity had a historian, parliamentarian, and a chaplain. I doubt many of those clubs exist today; and those that have survived, such as MJR and Hayne, probably no longer have chaplains. I suspect that even the Student Council and class officers no longer include a chaplain. Does anyone else care to speculate?

Many clubs and advisories had reporters. Who did they report to? And what sort of collections and money-keeping did the treasurers oversee?

Reading the histories…Classmates have done fascinating things with their lives. Even those who say they have lead boring lives have provided narratives that I have found fascinating. I am sort of surprised to see the number of divorces along the way as well as the number who have lost children and spouses. The duration of some marriages inspires. And so many have travelled extensively.

Write-ups are still arriving. Today, I heard from Dan Winder, who emigrated to Australia in 1977.

Recall: I know everyone experiences some moment that triggers a memory of long ago. The other day, I heard the radio playing “Diane.” That is a song I will remember always—not because of some long ago romance. Far from it. Back in the sophomore year, maybe, someone had a party down at La Villita in the courtyard. Kay Haller comes to mind as a possible hostess. There was a juke box to provide dance music. Sad to say, the jukebox malfunctioned and would only play two songs, one after the other, continuously for several hours. One was, you guessed it, “Diane.” The other was Tony Bennett’s rendition of “Blue Velvet.” To this day, whenever I hear either of those songs, I am transported to La Villita. Surely someone else must remember, as there were a bunch of classmates there.

And does anyone remember the old “Five-Day Deodorant Pads”? I became acquainted with them when I was in the Navy. To get a mirror shine on a pair of shoes, you had to apply polish and then rub them with the five-day pads. The chemicals in the pads melted the wax and gave the high-gloss shine. I never knew how they were supposed to work as a deodorant though. They were circular pads. Maybe you swiped your armpits. It sort of made me wonder if it could melt shoe polish, what did it do to your skin? Well, they faded off the shelf long ago. And who polishes shoes anymore?

Memories of Coolcrest The banana trees and all the lush greenery are still at Coolcrest, which re-opened for business in the past year.  A group from the reunion went out and played a round.  There were a few holes in one and some remarkable shots. 

clip_image004

Jack and Marsha Davis tally their score.

clip_image006

Jay and Barbara Weidenfeld peering through the banana trees, clubs in hand.

clip_image008

Patsy Patterson lines up a shot. Where is the ball? Tom Patterson records the score.

 

Blog 31 August 21, 2014

My procrastination level has kicked in—since retiring, procrastination is something I have perfected. Now if I can just refrain from apologizing about it.

The dancing cigarette pack: That photo is reminiscent of Connie Mayes (Dyer) re-creating that scene on the stage at Jefferson. Actually, I learned from Connie that she was replicating the Monticello—our yearbook. Here is what Connie wrote about that dance: “It’s a miracle I finished that performance of the dancing Jefferson Yearbook upright. It was about 110 degrees in that box and I had no peripheral vision out of the peepholes. What in the world was the purpose of that, anyhow? I can’t even remember what assembly it was.” Does anyone recall that assembly? Does anyone recall any of the assemblies? It seems like there were a lot of them.

I do know that when there was a drama performance, we could buy tickets and skip sixth period class. Early on, I may have recalled on this blog that the auditorium filled for a performance of “The Pirates of Penzance” by Gilbert and Sullivan, presented by the various choir classes. When the last bell rang at 3:25, I think three-fourths of the audience, including me, got up and left. I recall how awful I thought it was. Since then I have developed an appreciation of Gilbert and Sullivan and enjoy some of the songs.

Roy McBride: Did you all know that Roy McBride still works in the Florida Everglades trapping panthers? I came across a video on line of Roy talking about the work. If you care to watch, here is the web site. http://vimeo.com/60689825 It is short.

McBride 1072

The Project: I have been working on the class history project. A few more histories are arriving, a few have re-written what they sent the first time, and a few forgot that they already sent something and sent again. At the moment, it has reached 146 pages, but the photos from the yearbook take a lot of space. So far, only six people wrote back that they will not submit anything, along with a couple who don’t have emails. Jeanine Kliefoth Price called the ten people who had told us to put them on an inactive list, and the majority were happy to hear and will send us something. Does anyone know the whereabouts of Annice Horn, who goes by Ann Horn, last we heard? Again, special thanks to Jeanine, Kathy Lentz, Patsy Hatch Patterson, and Lavonne Kennedy, who have been helping with the project.

A few photos from the Majestic: Ben Williams took the following. They were taken with the lights lowered.

_DSC0322  _DSC0324

Note the ceiling here below:

_DSC0318

Ice Cream Sings: In the last class e-blast, I included the little essay called Ice Cream Sings. I was amazed at the number of classmates who sent a comment, and all were positive.

More soon.