Keeping up with past and present happenings in a remarkable small town.
I went to Butler High in the mid 1950's. I had a memory of a strange ritual we students had in the morning before the bell for classes rang. It probably started in the winter when it was very cold outside but I think it carried over into the warm months. We called it "cruising the halls". The first floor corridor was thick with us students parading in a circle the length of the hall. I'm sure the Fire Dept. would have fined the school if it was today. This was our way of socializing, checking out the boys (or girls)and gossiping. I changed highschools in my 3rd and 4th years and never again saw a parade of fun like we had daily at Butler. I wonder how many years this continued.Judy Murphy HarwoodRancho Palos Verdes, CA
There was an auditorium there and I can remember my mother taking us children up the stairs and across the hallway into the great open hall where noteworthy piano recitals were held.
I went to Butler High in the '40s. Oh what wonderful years. We had great teachers and we really learned. As I went on to higher education, I was thankful to have gone to Butler High.I remember so many teachers and still remember certain poems we memorized. Iloved the gym dances and later those on Wednesday night at J.D. Before drugs, before so many things, we lived a rather innocent time in comparisoon with today.Truly, some of the happiest days of my life.
Today it's the Jr. High. It's been renovated.The wall murals at the ends of the hallway are gone. The yellow brick building is gone.
I don't know when "cruising the halls" mentioned by Judy Haarwood began. It was going strong in the late 30's.
Some of the happiest years of my life took place here. The wonderful teachers, the dear friends, many of whom are gone.I remember Miss Jamison and her wonderful classes on poetry. With Rue My Heart Is Laden is still one of my favorites. I loved singing in the choir, Fairest Lord Jesus. We couldn't wait to graduate to come back the following year and sing as an alumnus with the choir. They were the years before we had to face life and its hard knocks. I feel a sudden sadness that all this is no longer.
Here's the poem Richard is referring to above:With Rue My Heart is Laden A.E. Housman. 1859–With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.
Another morning ritual was 'circling the block' by kids who had cars. Occasionally there would be a push-pull contest in fron tof the school. Front car in revcerse, back car in low with lots of smoking tires. Sometimes the bumpers would lock and kids would run into the street to lift the stuck car off the other.Crazy, yes. Henry Rosen had an old Ford convertible with wooden dining room chairs for seats.
I recently ran into Henry Rosen and he said his seats were orange crates not dining room chairs.Some of the cruisers who hung out at the old Morgan's Wonder Boy Drive-In at Bon Aire have a big summer get-together every few years.
I think that circling the halls was a tradition unique to BHS. I went to 9th grade in the yellow building but I don't remember anything like that there. But when I went to the red brick building in 10th grade all the couples walked in a circle before school started. Moved to Fla. and there was nothing remotely similar.
Talking about memories - The infamous "Red-Brick Building" and "Yellow-Brick Building" description distinctions"(Anyone remenber the cafeteria in the basement of the YBB?)Both served us well, though, having went there during the turbulent late 60's and early 70's. Even though we weren't immune from the same problems as other larger towns, Butler was, in my opinion, a safe haven during those times. Will never regret having been raised there.
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