Remember when: what happened to the class of 1965? – The Andalusian Star-News

You can call it a after if you wish it. Since I heard from friends and classmates from everywhere regarding the last column on memories of yesterdayi promise to stir a few cobwebs in the minds of some of you as i try to recount a time that seems like yesterday but was over 50 years ago. Is it really possible?

When my AHS Class of 1965 Classmates left school, girls were still wearing dresses to school. It is only towards 1970-71 When I was a K-12 music teacher that we were given the green light to wear “pant suits” at school. Talk about “FREEDOM!”

Remember we were the 1960s teens who were singing folk songs As “Blow in the Wind” and “If I had a Hammer” in hootenannies everywhere Southern Alabama. We can’t forget “Where Have All the Flowers Gone” and “Cruel War”. Yes, we had boyfriends and classmates called to do basic service training and then some to Vietnam. “Soldier Boy” was a hit on Big Bam Radio. Visit tene class meeting, we saw the results of what this experiment did to the cutest guys. I choose to remember how they looked and acted at that last senior float to place when youth and innocence invaded the stage. We have always been proud of those who came back. Our gratitude is deep.

There was even a TV show which aired for a few seasons called, “What happened to the class of 1965? » Each week, the story of a a young man or one young woman who chose an unexpected path. Our group was no different from this show.

Class 1965 plate.

A girlfriend went to Yellowstone. Her father almost insisted that she come back because of the bear! I think she really wanted to join the Peace Corps but she eventually became college bound. One headed for Birmingham to nursing school. One went to Huntingdon to art school, and others in college in Montevallo, AU, and U of A to be elementary and secondary school teachers, because their days in high school were fruitful with the love of so many teachers who challenged these students and kind of set the stage.

At least four members of the class have pursued their passion of teaching English grammar and literature into a career thanks to Miss Clyde Simmons, Miss Annalee Simmons, Miss Ellen Barrow, Miss Patricia Seymour and Mrs Arlene Nettles. (Hope they don’t rate this column!) One became one kindergarten teacher since his mother was. She had always loved school rooms, blackboards, narration, colorful chairs, nap beds, rhythm bands, and the precious faces of little people who imbued themselves with his enthusiasm. One has become executive director of an arts center program in a great city that has promoted and encouraged the values ​​of music education in public schools. One has become one choirmaster in his alma mater. One has become one librarian in our nation’s capital. Two followed their mother’s field social work. One owned and operated a florist and helped run a cattle ranch in the West. One has become one religious songwriter for his Catholic Church.

One yearned to be a writer as an independent spirit at the time, but she was taken too soon by cancer. Another creative classmate has become owner/editor of a New Orleans magazine. She had so many opportunities to interview jazz musicians that it led to an intense study of jazz music history with a rare university doctorate she obtained, and then a professorship at the University of New Orleans. More than one has become “mothers of sons (and daughters)” because yes, “Hell is home!” This is a quote from a folk song of the time called, “Women.”

Guys – well, some ended up in the National Guard waiting for another military calls despite their World War II veteran fathers telling them, “It’s not the right kind of war you want to be involved in. It’s too political.” One has become one Huntsville rocket engineer. One has become one nuclear theoretical physicist who have traveled the world on lecture circuits and met the Pope. One has become one car dealership owner in the footsteps of his father and grandfather. One has become one bank loan officer since he admired his math teacher so much in high school and college (the same from 7e AHS grade up to 4e academic year at the University of Troy)! At least two of the guys have become college administrators since they alternated back and forth being class president Where president of the SGA and were born to be student leaders.

One has become one stockbroker in Atlanta. A “hawked” vegetables at a major farmer’s market in town and generously shared his success in extraordinary ways. One thrived in the antiques and stained glass market. His hobby turned into a business. One has become one textile engineer. Several have become school principals and one same one school director follow the extraordinary models of their Principal James Arthur Wilson and Superintendent Oscar Zeanah. Oonly became a lawyer and then it led him to become hometown mayor. At least two of the guys have become dentists because they got caught looking at pretty girls with braces on their teeth, and thought it would be an interesting job! One has become one emergency doctor and another, an internist/paediatrician thanks to the school’s excellent biology and science teachers. Also, a male nurse left the group. His residence health skills were a plus for his hometown.

A multi-talented classmate started out in church music as minister of music and accompanist but ended up in the legal occupation. If anyone has found themselves in the framing occupation, I was not made aware of this even though Coach Ross, Coach Waller and Coach Searcy probably instilled qualities in all the boys that helped them be good coach dads. After all, their Little League and Babe Ruth teams have both competed in state tournaments.

Please allow me to apologize in advance for not highlighting all of the class members, but these are the ones that came to mind that I knew.

All these “Class of the 65ers” Where “Baby Boomers” loved coming home to AHS Homecoming events. Even at 6e graders when customers have left a “beatnik” birthday party costume around 1959 going down to a tent meeting a revival on the outskirts of town, their parents expressed these remarks, “We just don’t know what this class will become! They can be one of the wildest. How could we disappoint them?

Rest assured, readers, that even today these dynamic and productive class members have influenced many from afar. A number of them reside in beautiful city in Andalusia where they rock the town (move on Chubby Checker!) by participating in a myriad of community events, joining civic clubs, operating local businesses, establishing homes and neighborhoods, raising families, contributing to good causes, preserving the past while looking to the future, and adore the Lord who granted life, opportunity, and objective to this generation in the years following their entry into the world just after World War II.

“What happened to the class of 65?” Now you know, and you always can Remember when this group has arrived. Yes, their class song was “We will sing in the sun” – and they did and still do.

Sue Bass Wilson, AHS Class of 1965, is a local realtor and longtime member of the Covington Historical Society. She can be reached at [email protected].

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