Byron Morris says..........I have now moved from Iowa to Goodyear (Phoenix) The weather report for the Phoenix area is.......hot (what else).. I really like it here in Arizona though. It is perfect except for June, July and August. We built a nice house and are very comfortable here. I had a little problem with some blocked arteries, but after 7 stents I hope I am good for a while longer.
Ken Jones says..........Collecting bricks is a great hobby. If you are interested send me a quick E-mail and get on board.Clarita Goodhart says..........Send us a paragraph for the site. We would like to hear from you.
Lavona Parmenter Kennedy says..........I can't eat Almond Joy candy without thinking of Ann Atkins. My first year in Hannibal (1946), when I lived on West Ely Road, Ann and I would sometimes walk home from the HHS bus stop at Ahlers grocery store, buy an Almond Joy and share it while sitting on the small concrete bridge. I still think of all of you as extended family.
Shirley Sherman Gottleib says.......... I have intended to send something to the HHS Class of '48 web site for years; but it's been so long since my family left Hannibal I didn't know where to begin. Then Wayne threw out a challenge to write about a favorite "place," and that seemed like a good "place" to start.
Your answers sent waves of nostalgia across time and space. Aside from the original 48 states (plus cruises to Hawaii and Alaska), European capitols, national parks and wide-open spaces where so many of us have traveled, several e-mails evoked memories of places in our past: the Mary Anne Sweet Shoppe, Orpheum Theatre, Riverside Park, etc.
That opened the flood gates. Who remembers wandering through Mark Twain's Cave wearing yellow slickers and carrying kerosene lanterns? Camp Oki-tipi and its spectacular view of the Mississippi River? The opening of the FIRST Mark Twain Bridge? (Now I hear there's a second one.) The year the Mississippi froze over and people walked across to Illinois? Boats paddling around Main Street when spring rains flooded the downtown area? The Lighthouse glowing in fields of wild flowers? Climbing the bluff up to Pettibone mansion?
With all of that forever etched in my mind, one of my favorite places here in California is Idyllwild. We used to have a cabin called "Amadeus" (that's our name Gottlieb in Latin) in this mile-high mountain village that's nestled in a pine forest just 2-and-a-half hours from Long Beach.
With snow in the winter, hot sunny days in the summer, an alpine glow at sunset, Strawberry Creek running through the center of town, small restaurants and galleries, it attracts artists, musicians, writers and nature lovers who return year after year. Since there are no ski lifts to attract a jet-set crowd or spoil its beauty, Idyllwild remains pristine.
I could go on for hours about the marvelous years our family spent there--and all of the wonderful people who came to the mountains to visit us, especially foreign exchange students--but this is quite enough for now and it's time to say "goodbye." It's been lovely roaming down memory lane with all of you.
Thank you, Wayne, for the opportunity to get in touch.