May Goodrell Jr. High

May Goodrell Jr. High so long ago, many memories of you and friends had I there. Mr. Drake in 1957 you led me to love history so well, and stories you use to tell. Mr. Bitter, Gym class you taught, so when we were nauthty, 20 laps around the gym we'll take. Oh Mr. Hedberg of English you brought our way, no chewing gum or talking in your class, or out would come the paddle. One day my friend Danny talked and you told him to be quiet, Danny said ok, never seen any one shook so hard, as Danny was that day. Of friends, there was good ole Rudy, very funny guy, always making us laugh so. Who could forget Butch and Rick, bullies of May Goodrell with them, there was no match, rick lookd like a bulldog and fought like one. Rick had L-O-V-E, on one hand, H-A-T-E on other hand. He could dish out both, you didn't mess with him. Butch was my biggest nightmare, until one day in class, my fist met his face, away he went clear to blackboard and on to the floor. After that, Rick, Butch and me were the best of friends no more fights, all fun and games. Some things May Goodrell I would just as well forget and hide my shame. 1958 a black boy only one there enrolled in school, every one refused to have him there, school walked out, princepal said stay out, or come back in we all went back. This fine young lad broke school track record that year, he made our school proud once again. May Goodrell miss the memories of those wonderful days, remember the cold winters of 2 mile walk in 22 below of going to school in the snow, that I don't miss. Goodbye May Goodrell, so long, memories still have of yesterday, when of youth I truly had. wrote 1-25-07