High School Daze

In high school I thought life was happening somewhere else, not in the rural backwater where I lived.  A lot of it happened on TV; I saw it every night.  I spent those years getting ready to be somewhere else.  And then I was afraid to go.

The black high school and the country high school were closed down, and we were all
bused into the white town high school for our sophomore year. I rode the bus for an hour and a half each way, every day.  There were 3000 students in the school.  One day there were rumors of a race riot.  I think two kids had a shoving match in the hallway.   One of my best friends was black.  The other black kids hated her; she was very smart and very sarcastic.  She designed her own clothes and was the first person I ever saw wear clogs or knickers. Years later she got into the New England Conservatory by threatening them with a lawsuit.

I wrote poems and stories.  I read Jane Austen’s novels for  the first time.  I read a lot of Reader’s Digest Condensed Books and wondered what the missing parts were like.  I thought Anne Morrow Lindbergh was a sap.

I named my black cat  “Firecat” after the Cat Stevens album.  My mother changed his
name to Tom.  She said I couldn’t name him something she was embarrassed to yell out the back door.

We lived across the state line from Ft. Campbell, Kentucky.  Helicopters were always flying over our farm. My senior year was the last year of the draft lottery.  I got a POW bracelet two months before the cease-fire.  But my officer  was MIA in Laos, and he never came back.

When our new high school opened I only had to ride the bus for 45 minutes each way. Our school colors were green and gold, green from the country high school and gold from the black high school that had closed.  Our mascot was the Viking, so of course “Valhalla” was our song.  Our school was 60% white and 40% black.  We had black cheerleaders, band members and football players, even student council members.  We thought we were cool and only rednecks were racists.  A few years later drugs destroyed the school.    They
put a chain link fence with a guard post around the school.  Every week German shepherds sniffed through the lockers.

I had braces and bad skin for most of my high school career.  Then my senior year things started to change, but it was too late to become popular.

A lot of other things happened that merit more discussion, like my dad’s heart attack, and how Latin changed my life (really, it did).  More on those later.  But my high school days ended at last with graduation.

I was the valedictorian of my class.  The title of my graduation address was, “The Meaning of Life.”  I think it had something to do with service to others, which seems unlikely for me to have made up

Before my brother's wedding, 2 years after graduation

.  Four of my classmates got married on graduation day.   Then there was just a long, dull summer to get through, and my new life could begin.


My Life in TV Shows

My friend Nancy commented that many of my stories almost seem like they are set in an earlier time–kind of long ago and far away.  In many ways she’s right.  My parents grew up during the Great Depression, and their lives were formed by hard work and poverty like I never knew.  They went from ancient Model Ts and farming with mules to watching a man walk on the moon.  Mother lived until 2004 and was almost 87 when she died.

I am the youngest of their five children.  So my early life was a mix of homemade biscuits, watching the Grand Ole Opry on TV on Saturday nights, and the Baptist church–and also being bused for school integration, watching riots and wars on TV, and knowing the high school drug dealers.  And I spent a lot of time watching TV.

My parents’ lives in their young days were a bit like “The Waltons,”  which was set on a farm during the Depression.  I loved that show!  I felt like a female version of John Boy, only more determined to get off the farm and to a big city.

The Waltons
Some of my classmates were more like “The Dukes of Hazzard.”  Ok, I admit, my first car was an aged  ’71 Plymouth Duster with a 386 8-cylinder engine, and cheater slicks and cams on the rear end.   The first thing Daddy did when I got it home was take off the cheater slicks and cams.  He thought it wasn’t proper for a girl.  I really never drove like a maniac.  I just liked to give the impression that I could.  That poor car kept going to nearly 200,000 miles, despite being a terrible gas gulper.

I think my favorite show, however, was “The Mary Tyler Moore Show.”  She was determined to make it on her own, and she was beautiful and smart, and trying to learn to be aggressive enough to compete with the guys.  And she was so funny!  Here’s my high school senior picture.

High School Graduation

Check out the hairstyle.  Who does that remind you of?   Yes, for those of you who didn’t know me then, I was once a brunette 😉

As time went by, I moved on to watching “Dallas” and “Dynasty,” but I didn’t see myself in them.  It took “Murphy Brown” before I identified with a character again.

So, if you had to tell your early life in TV shows, which ones would you choose?

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