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Does any body recognize this person?
Class of 63:
You asked for pictures, don't blame me! White socks, '57 Plymouth hub caps with painted on whitewalls on my '56 Ford (couldn't afford real whitewalls). You can just barely see the Jackson General decal on the rear window, drivers side.
- Dave Creelman
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July 19, 2005 05:36 PM | Comments (0)
POEM
Now ever so often
When we are gathered "to do the tell"
We pay tribute to that place
That taught us so well
It was more than a building
or the sum of its parts
It was a school spirit
That lives on in our hearts
Even in the Autumn of our years
We can easily recall
Some of the heroic names
that once echoed in the hall
Names like Brodsky, Corso and Roundtree
Who set the standard
and showed us all
Just how good, great had to be
Thanks for the rite of passage
All of you shared with us so free
Thanks for the memories
Class of '63
Author: Jim Kish 2005
July 19, 2005 01:55 PM | Comments (0)
July 2005 Archives
Poem
To Jackson Generals, classes of 1959 - 1962, little eyes were watching you.
The Class of '63 was in the 8th grade, we were learning to walk the path that you had made.
All the Senior boys were heroes and all the girls were Queens. Who can say for sure that those impressions were only young dreams?
Then one day we looked up and everyone was gone. It was up to us to carry on.
To carry on that elusive sprit, the legacy passed from class to class. We wish we had known then that ours would be the last.
The chain really was broken in '63...what once was, never again would be.
Thanks for the Memories
Class of 1963 (Jim Kish)
July 11, 2005 04:22 PM | Comments (0)
July 2005 Archives
Coach Speedy Hecht
We recently recieved this special story from "Coach Hecht" I certainly hope you enjoy it as much as I.
I am just putting down Damon Runyon's book "On Broadway" back to the bookcase. It's an old book. My, that man could spin tall tales.
I got to thinking about Opa Locka, where I had a little men's store, named The Dashery. Dean Martin married a little girl from there and was the biggest thing that hit that town until we arrived. Oh, maybe we shouldn't bypass the Old Scandia Restaurant, where me and Kenny Johnson buckled down the door with our parking concession. We also had the Western Union agency and I will never forget the old black lady who wanted to send a wire. It was the shortest wire we ever sent and we told the lady she could get another six words for the same price but she said "no", it was good enough. Her message read "Poppa passed - come."
We lived in Hialeah then and still do. It is a little town that bordered Opa Locka. It housed, arguably, the most beautiful race track in America. Fast Eddie was the change maker for the track and he could flip out change for a hundred dollar bill that would make your head swim. You would walk away from the window knowing you had just beat him out of a twenty, when the truth of the matter was he had just beat you for one. He would tell you to come back after the last race, after he checked out, and if he was over you would get your money back. It never happened. He was never over.
July 4, 2005 03:16 PM | Comments (9)