How many of you have "Reconnected to a classmate as a result of Minden
Memories" or Earlene's Newsletter?
Memories of your most special school memory. Don't let those remembrances
get lost. Share them with your classmates. Some will be funny. Some will be
sad. All will be treasured.
SENIOR DAY AT CANEY LAKE, 1956
Ronnie wrote about senior day at Caney Lake in 1961. Even further back, in
1956, Senior Day was held at Caney Lake. Most of us showed up in shorts,
and some of us went swimming. I was not in that bunch, since I (nor anyone
else in my family) could ever learn to swim! I drove out to Caney, parked
my car, and as I began walking toward the swimming area, I saw Jim Lee
Stanfield flying off the diving platform, fully dressed in his white slacks,
shirt and shoes!
Earlene Mendenhall Lyle, Class of 1956
GOOD MEMORIES OF SENIOR DAY AND KENNETH BECK
May of 1961 we had senior day where all the seniors would go to Caney Lake
or any where we wanted to have a good time. It was our day! I owned A 1957
ford that looked like crap and I happened to see Kenneth Beck at the Coffee
Cup. He had just came in from Green Bay Wis. after he had finished the
season with the Packers. He was driving A 1961 baby blue convertible pontiac.
I ask him if I could borrow it for senior day. He ask me if that piece of
junk iron I was driving would run and I told him "like A scalded dog". He
filled it up with gasoline and told me to be safe and have a good time. I
drove that beautiful convertible all day and half the night. Kenneth is
deceased now. I'll forever remember him as A friend and letting me
fullfill A day I will never forget. Oh it was A pretty good girl trap too!.
Ronnie Hennigan 1961
as far as car escapades go, I can say we picked up the gauntlet when Celia
Jones graduated. As Kathy Dickinson, Dixie Chandler, Nancy Ellington,
Frances Greer, Jane Harp , Meda Kaye Colvin, and numerous other special
recruits can avow, we knew how to make the most out of our evenings out on
the lamb. Since I didn't own a car back then, I relied on the kindness of
my brother Tom Carey, who had worked hard digging ditches for several
summers to save up the seemingly huge amount of money needed to buy his
pride and joy, an antiquated looking jalopy in a pale green color, with a
semi automatic transmission. Never did know what that meant, so I drove it
the way I drove everything else....with wild abandon. But Tommy valued his
automobile and had developed a way to keep his lil sister honest on her
nights out with the girls. He would note the mileage on the odometer when
we left and he'd allow me just so many miles for the evening. It took me
mere minutes to figure out that if I put the car in reverse, the odometer
would spin backwards and run miles off the odometer. So, the last 30-45
minutes of our night out, I'd drive around Minden in reverse....up and down
the streets....main streets and narrow winding lanes and rollercoaster hills
just outside of town. I think I could get that car up to 35 in
reverse....but you'd have to ask my partners in crime to be sure.
Katie Lu Carey Sims, Class of 1966
CELIA'S VOLKSWAGEN and SLUMBER PARTIES
Reply to Waynette's memory
There's not much I can add to Waynette's vivid recounting of adventures in
Celia's Volkswagen and slumber parties at my house. Waynette is one of the best
writers I know! For years I've been trying to convince her to write her
autobiography or a novel.
One of my most indelible memories of Celia's Volkswagen and our slumber parties
is of a night about 12 of us, wearing our baby doll pajamas, piled into Celia's
Volkswagen. Now I can't see how see how in the world 12 could fit in a
Volkswagen, but I don't think this is a "preacher" exaggeration. It was around
2:00 a.m., and we did push Celia's Volkswagen down our driveway, just as
Waynette wrote, to keep Mother and Daddy from hearing us leave. Celia drove
right down to First Baptist Church, and we all piled out and arranged ourselves
on the front steps of the church. We began singing, not hymns, to the top of
our voices. Several police cars drove by, and the officers just smiled and
waved at us.
Jann Aldredge-Clanton, Class of 1964
I too, remember piling into Celia's Volkswagen many
times. But the most fun we had was when we were "attending" slumber
parties. Eve and Nola forgot to mention the most important rule: YOU HAD TO
WEAR YOUR BABY DOLL PAJAMAS when you piled into the Volkswagen. I can
remember riding all over downtown Minden in our pajamas. Her parents always
saw to it that she had very little extra gas when she attended those slumber
parties...just enough gas to get there and get back home. So I remember one
night, we pooled our money and had 52 cents between us. The problem was, we
had to find a gas station open at that time of the night. Back in those days
we probably got about 2 gallons of gas for that. Also, the attendants ALWAYS
put the gas in your car.(that was long before you pumped your own gas) I
remember wondering what the attendant thought about us. I don't remember
"rolling" Jim Castle's yard or Patricia Rabon's yard, but I do remember
collecting toilet paper and finally ending up at the old Minden Cemetery. We
just gave up and "rolled" the graves. Now I guess the Cemetery committee can
come after us after all these years! And Eve remembers all the times that we
sneaked off and rang the bell at the Episcopal Church. Wasn't that how one
of us (un-named) broke her ankle? I guess if Eve waits long enough...we'll
all come forward, one-by-one to INCRIMINATE ourselves ugh?
Jann Aldredge always had the most WONDERFUL slumber
parties. Her sister would tell ghost stories holding a flashlight below her
chin, with all the lights turned out. I remember how we would push Celia's
Volkswagen down the Aldredge's driveway until it hit the street, then she'd
crank it up and off we'd go. (Jann's driveway was downhill, which helped a
lot) But Jann's mother, Mrs. Eva Aldredge "caught on" after that escapade.
After that, she booby-trapped the front door by placing pots and pans
outside the front door, so that when we opened the front door to sneak off,
the pots and pans would rattle and some would even hit the floor and she
would wake up. Of course the pot placed at the top of the front door, filled
with water was probably what did it! We all screamed when we got WET.
Also, I remember when we were juniors, I brought a
small, wind-up frog and brought it to chemistry class, with Mrs. Avice Foret.
When you wound him up, he hopped around and played the small snare drum
that he was holding. So we had a great idea, we put him in one of those
one-armed desks in the classroom and wound him up, while class was going on.
Mrs. Foret kept blaming Harmon Drew, when it was really ME. Harmon named the
frog "Herbie the Frog". When Herbie hit the top of that metal desk, what a
terrible racket it made! Poor Mrs. Foret. She was nearing retirement age and
we were so bad in her class. I do feel badly about the way we
treated her then, but I do remember that she enjoyed a lot of it. She
laughed with us. Now I do remember that Mrs. Belton and Mrs. Baskerville
were 2 great teachers that we admired and we KNEW that we couldn't get away
with anything with them.
Speaking of teachers that we "ran" all over...Mrs. Sadie
Reynolds comes to mind. When we were in the 8th grade in 1959, bless her
heart she had her hands full with us! I remember that fire-engine RED hair
that she had. I don't think there was a whole lot of hair dye use back
then...most old ladies just wore the "purple stuff" that made their gray
hair turn purple. But not Mrs. Reynolds! One day she was trying to make a
point at the map, when she tripped, stumbled and fell backwards..right into
her trash can. And as if that wasn't bad enough, her behind went into the
can and she got stuck. Several students had to pull her out of her trash
can. I'm sorry, but we couldn't help but laugh. As embarrassed as she was,
she laughed too even though her face was the color of her hair. I can still
see Fred Haynes sitting in her class, with his transistor radio in his
pocket with an ear piece in his ear, listening to the World Series. I was so
amazed that Mrs. Reynolds let him listen to the game and she even asked him
to keep the class updated on the scores! Back then, she had all the 8th
grade football players, 8th grade cheerleaders, and all the band members who
"made" the senior band in the 8th grade in that class. What a time we had!
Boy those REALLY were the "good ole days!"
Waynette Farrington Sharon, Class of 1964
I wouldn't call Celia a ring leader - she just had a car. And she was
always up for FUN and adventure!
Eve Baskerville, 1964
It appears that Celia's Volkswagon was the get away car in
several little "not so nice" trips. Like the time some of us were having a
slumber party at Jan Aldredge's house. About 2 in the morning we all pushed
the Volkswagon down the driveway and far enough down the street that no one
would hear it crank up. We then went from filling station to filling
station grabbing toilet paper. We then proceeded to "roll" Bro. Jame
Castle's yard and Patricia Rabon's yard. I truly can't remember who all was
there but I know it was sure crowded in that little Volkswagon. We were
sitting on top of each other in order to get everyone in the car. Maybe we
need a memorial statue or something to honor Celia's little Volkswagon. Now
the truth comes out. I wonder how many other little close calls that little
car was involved in :o) Since Celia's car apparently was used in so
many criminal activities, does that mean Celia was a ring leader ?
Nola Stonecipher Ellington, Class of 1964
My favorite memory in high school was piling into Celia Jones Volkswagen
with a bunch of girls - I won't name names although I am sure the statute of
limitations has expired by now - and riding in the dark of night to St.
John's Episcopal Church (where I faithfully went to Sunday School ON
SUNDAY and sang in the choir with one Dr. Richard Hooker Whiteman Murdock
Campbell, Susan Dietrich, Anna Roberts, Emily Davis, and Harmon Drew- all in
the class of 64) Our mission on those mysterious dark nights was to wake up
the town by ringing the Church Bell. After the deed was done, we took off
like we were being chased. Uh, did anyone hear it?
We thought it was the most extraordinary naughty thing in the world to do.
At my mother's funeral, I confessed my bell-ringing inclination to the
priest there at that time and asked permission to ring it one last time for
Mama. He agreed . . . and Celia, me and my brother and a few other partners
in crime rang the bell 84 times. for a true Southern Belle - Mama was 84
when she died. I still miss her. She would have loved it.
That was the extent of my juvenile delinquency. . . well, maybe not the
extent but one of the highlights.
Eve Baskerville Class of 1964
MEMORIES OF MRS. KATHERINE BRAKHAGE
One of my favorite memories of my young years in school was in my 1st grade
class at E. S. Richardson in Mrs. Lois Hank's classroom. For Easter for our
class party we had a life size white Easter bunny come into the room and
present all of us students with a small Easter basket. I later discovered
(when I was older) that the Easter bunny was really Mrs. Katherine Brakhage.
It was so much fun!! The other first grade classrooms were so jealous of us.
Mrs. Brakhage later became a Girl Scout Leader in Minden. She was wonderful
as our senior Girl Scout Leader! She was such a warm wonderful person. As
young high school girls we grew into young women in that troop with Mrs.
Brakhage. Mrs. Brakhage recently passed on. I will always remember and love
TOMMY THE TURTLE
Also in 1st grade in Mrs. Hanks's classroom. She took us on a field trip to
her home on Louisiana Avenue to tour their motor home --it was called "Tommy
the Turtle". We were so excited about this!!
Memories of Mrs. Bradley
At Lowe Junior High School I was in the 1st 6th grade class that was housed
at Lowe. The other 6th grade classes in Minden were located in the
elementary schools. Our class was moved to Lowe because of space in the
school buildings. We had a 1st year teacher, Mrs. Bradley, who was very
attractive. All of the 6th grade boys spent the year staring at her with
PAT Nation Measures girl's dress lengths
At Lowe I remember our principal, Pat Nation, measuring girl's dress
lengths with a yardstick to make sure no one's dress was shorter than 3
inches above the knee!! He would line girls up against the wall in the
hallway and get his big stick out.
Rock Around the Clock
At 7th grade Mrs. Monk was our band director. We worked forever on the Music
--Rock Around the Clock--from Happy Days TV show. We actually marched at
football games then. We formed a big circular clock on field for a "clock"
while we played this. It took us forever and a day to get that clock to be
I graduated from MHS in 1974.
Cindy McComic Campbell
I reconnected to Ronnie Hennigan and Eve
Baskerville after they were released back into society.
I can still see Eve gliding over the hurdles and Ronnie inhaling the Lucky
Strikes in school.
Also, I can still see Elton and Clancey running away to the circus. I can
still see Sherry Lynn missing the bus and having to ride with Sandy to
school. I can still see Sandy trading one $.25 funny book for six $.10 funny
books. I can still see the funny looking Eastsiders, all with their shoes
on, and their hair all combed and clean.
Carl Shaw, Class of 1964
Here are a few that the late Marsha Boyd Salmon published
in our 50th reunion booklet in 2005...
Fifty three years ago, the theme of graduation
was "The Way Ahead" and the topic of Charles Lewis' address was Global Living.
Our graduating class of 112 students was the
largest in history for MHS.
"I'll Walk With God" was our class song and a
prayer for graduates was given by Jackie White.
Top ten students: Charles Lewis, Valedictorian
and Sammy Maxey Salutatorian. They both planned to be doctors and they did it.
Anita Harkness, Donald Holcomb, James Ford, Carla Faye Green, Linda Lee Mims,
Jackie White, Becky Jones, and Elisabeth Heffelfinger fill out this outstanding
Do you remember when girls who wore open-toed
sandals sat with their feet on chair rails to keep from getting saw dust
"varmints" in their shoes.
Do you remember who you walked down the aisle
with at graduation or baccalaureate. My partner was the late Jimmy White and we
were first in line. At the baccalaureate service we sang "All Hail the Power"
and "Faith of our Fathers." The Reverends M. L. Plauche, M. F. Williams,
Truman Aldredge, and T. W. Leachman all took part in the service.
Our Principal was W. W. Williams. He was
buried in the Garden of Memories Cemetery. He moved us into the new 1954
building and his son, W. W. "Butch" WIlliams Jr., Supt. of Schools, will lead
MHS into the 2007 building.