Tom Stewart (1969)
I find it a bit amazing how a few years makes such a difference. When we graduated in 69 it was far different than those who graduated 60/61. In 1960 Eisenhower had just stepped down and Kennedy became the president, and by 1969 Johnson/Nixon were at the helm. We had the full blown Vietnam War with our friends and relatives heading into uncertainty and many didn't return. It is like the Everley Brothers and Elvis Presley vs Woodstock. We had drugs coming into our culture and Haight Asbury was hitting its high.
Even though we shared a decade we came from very different cultures. We did share "keggers" at our party places, drive-in movies, cruising, high school sports (homecoming), dances, and relitively small town Woodland. When I began school in Woodland at Beamer the population was about 13k. The boundaries of town were Kentucky Ave, Gibson Road, East Street, and Cottonwood. WOW, has it changed since then.
Out of that decade, that era, that high school, that town came a very diverse group of people. If we have differences we can celebrate we should do so, and of course we should celebrate our common memories and roots.
As I have said in previous times, my great grandmother moved to Woodland from Iowa in a covered wagon and they settled East of Woodland out past the fair grounds where the mobile home parks are today. In fact my father sold some of that land to the owners of the trailer parks.
I went through the whole scouting program in Woodland and was blessed to attend the 50th anniversary of Boy Scouts which was held where Cal Expo is today. It was just fields then. At that time we still had the old California State Fair which I believe was out on Broadway. I became a "hippy" after high school and went to College up in Eureka. Those were my "liberal" druggie days until I converted to Christianity in 1972. When I look back I can't even identify with various seasons of my own life. It is like talking about someone else.
I am sure that is the same for all of us. I clearly remember Brenda in high school. For some reason we had several classes together and she had a great sense of humor. It made those classes a bit better and more tolerable. I remember having a history teacher who would come in and tell us to read or study this chapter or that chapter, then he would often fall asleep. Another young male teacher arrived and he really wanted to idenify and be cool so I was told he would smoke a little grass with some of the students (off campus), and he always tried to be cool. So many memories.
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