More Favorite Memories!

Gidget (Sumrall) Moreno

Favorite high school memory: I enjoyed AC Davis High school so very much. We had excellent Teachers, Counselors, Administrators and were offered excellent elective classes. I found so many great friends and it was an enchanted time in my life. It is so hard to choose one thing. I guess I would have to say how I loved the big old school with it big old rooms, stairs and levels. It really was an enchanted Castle for me.

Wayman Chapman

Being teased about sucking at football and instead going to choir practice and singing "A Time for Us" with Oleta, which seemed pretty corner back then, but it worked out!

Shelley (Edmison) White

Drill Team; Mrs. Garrison

Edward Esparza

Watching our football team win the conference championship or riding in Jerry Trudeau's G.T.O!

Joan Walruff Broyles

Recess!

Favorite Memories-Jolene Elliot Connor

Favorite Memory

Going to the Dairy Queen at lunchtime and getting a small fry and coke for 25 cents.

As a side note, and this is from Debbie, I swear......it is the truth. Jolene and Carlene look younger than high school and are simply beautiful!

New Postings!

We had a power point presentation for the Big Event on Saturday July 31st that included everyone's favorites memories, heretofore not published on either our website or our Blog. I'll be giving this some thought and as I get the chance, will be posting to one or the other with the "favorite memories" classmates sent in this summer.

Hope you're all having a Fabulous Fall!

Debbie

Favorite Memories-Susan Hileman

Favorite Memories:

Susan Hileman

My sister, Jennie, and I promoted a "hunger Walk" during our junior year, to raise money for the hungry. We put together a musical program during assembly. We got a bunch of friends to dance on stage to a song by "Sly and the Family Stone". It was scary to be in front of the whole high school.

Rosemary Rief

The honor of being counselor and teacher of the best class to go through Davis High!

Something to Look Forward To For Next Time!

THE CLASS REUNION


Every five years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.

I'll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.

It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.

The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.

The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.

The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed'
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted 'least' now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.

They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least..
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.


They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.

At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.

It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.

By the fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.

And now I can't wait; they've set the date;

Our sixtieth is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.

Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.

I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party
I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.

Author Unknown
Life is Wonderful.
Don't forget it!----Praise The Lord, we've made it this far!!!!

Deborah Kincannon Nebel-Finally Found-RIP

We could not find Deborah for the reunion. She has been found now.

Included below both her local obituary as well as a posting by a personal friend.


AUBURN - Deborah Ann (Kincannon) Nebel, 58, of Auburn, Wash., died Monday, September 27, 2010 in Auburn. Debbie served in the Army for 36 years, including time in Iraq. She ended her tenure as a sergeant first class, having been awarded a Bronze Star and a Meritorious Service Medal. She also received the Steel Order of the deFleury award. Survivors include five children, Kara Brewer of Sumner, Wash., Robert Andreas, Eric Andreas and Sarah Pate, all of Auburn, and Dawn Alexander of Osburn, Idaho; three sisters, Carolyn Wies of Mukilteo, Wash., Carla Isett of St. Helens, Ore., and Trecia Peterson of Yakima; a brother, Rick Kincannon of Selah; her mother, Mary Fisher of Yakima; and nine grandchildren. A memorial service will be at 3 p.m. Saturday at Keith and Keith Terrace Heights Chapel. Arrangements are by Keith & Keith Funeral Home of Yakima.

The posting from her friend on Facebook:

SFC Deborah Nebel was one of the most loving and caring souls this world has ever known. Unfortunately, she was called home on 27 September 2010. I had the pleasure of spending a year in Iraq with Deb and then serving with her again in Washington DC. Everyone always knew they could count on Deb for anything they ever needed. Throughout Iraq, Deb got up early every Saturday morning, our day off, and cooked a fresh home-made breakfast for anyone who wanted to stop in and eat. She single-handedly maintained the morale of all of our people and often many of the strangers on Kirkuk AFB who found their way to "Deb's Cafe" on Saturday mornings.

Deb served her nation once and retired from the Army. And, when her nation needed her again, she gladly came out of the Retired Reserves and served her nation in its time of need. She completed a tour in Iraq and two tours at the US Army Corps of Engineers in Washington DC helping them to mobilize soldiers to meet their missions. As with the people in her life, Deb's nation could always count on her.

Personally, I called on Deb during several hard times in my life. She was always there if I needed a shoulder to cry on or just someone to vent my frustrations to. I could always count on Deb to infect me with her optimism, excitement and energy anytime I was feeling down. I owe her more that I could ever repay.

I just want the world to know that we have lost one of those truly beautiful angels that are sent to this earth to bless the lives of those with whom they cross paths and remind us that there is still good in the world.

We love you Deb and you will be missed