Archive for September, 2014

Today’s coolest email

Begin forwarded message:

From: Brian Minnick
Date: September 20, 2014 at 10:49:20 AM CDT
Subject: update for lost list


I recently received an email from my cousin Sandy McDonald, who directed me to your class of 1974 weblog.

You currently have my name listed under Lost Classmates.

Which is certainly the appropriate category for my short time at Edison.

I did not attend the 1974 Graduation, I was on a bus to Philadelphia, headed for a berth on one of Sun Oils tankers as an Ordinary Seaman.
So I missed out on the big tornado that year too.

When the storm hit, cousin Sandy was down on Peoria in his red Dodge Super Bee, ask him about that day sometime!

So, in short here’s some information.

My wife has had a Face Book account for many years, and has all our pictures and such on her wall, but I just today created a Face Book account for me.

On Face Book you can find me under Brian Minnick, Tulsa Oklahoma.

Best regards to all of you.


Coney Mania

Clint Hughes wants me to remind the class of the Great Coney Hunt on Saturday. All interested parties should meet at James Coney Island, Southroads Mall, 41st and Yale at noon sharp. You should know where that is.

by Julie Price Davidson

How I would love to go back in time and observe myself in 1974. With 40 more years of life experience behind me, what would I say to that teenage girl? As the reunion approaches, I’ve had a few thoughts.

1. Listen to your parents.

Your mom and dad love you more than you can possibly imagine. You’ll understand the profound nature of their love someday when you become a parent. You may not realize it, but they both survived and actually thrived in high school. They’re on your side and they have a lot of wisdom to share. Take advantage of it.

2. These are some of the best years of your life – lighten up!

You’re in that brief period of time when you have some level of responsibility for yourself, plus freedom of choice, minus the stress of real adult problems. Enjoy it. (And college gets even better!)

3. Everyone’s in the same boat.

While all the kids at school look different on the outside, inside you’re all pretty much doing the same thing – craving acceptance. Keep this in mind.

4. True friendship is more important than any boyfriend/girlfriend.

Once that gender-based tension runs its course, you’ll be able to see others for who they truly are as unique individuals who can be there for you in good times and bad. This will become very important.

5. This too shall pass.

This may not feel helpful when you’re looking in the mirror at a hideous haircut or that certain boy has broken your heart. But believe me, it’s true; you just have no context for it at age 17.

And I guess that’s the missing ingredient in youth. Without context, all the wisdom in the world is kind of meaningless. Gaining it has been my favorite thing about aging – now I can recognize wisdom.

The promotional tagline for one of my favorite movies, 1977’s The Turning Point, was “The generations change. But the choices remain the same.” And in the last scene of the film, the two lead characters have an exchange about the teenage daughter of one:

Deedee: “Oh, Emma … if only she knew everything we know …”
Emma: “Deedee, it wouldn’t matter a damn …”

Hello Classmates! We’re less than a week away and counting from the 40th reunion. We’ve heard from so many of you and the committee has a great evening planned.

It’s been brought to our attention that many of our classmates are not on Facebook (hard to imagine) and might not know about the reunion. The committee would like to ask everyone to reach out to any classmate you know. Please call, text or email them and let them know the date, time and place – Saturday, September 20th at 6pm at the Renaissance Hotel.

There is still time to register at the discount price! See you Saturday night!

Mary Trotter

A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty

Another trip down Memory Lane…

— By Ken Koch

imageFor better or worse, the other excellent posts in this blog [see here and here] have spurred me on to offer my own reflections…

I was heavily recruited to leave Edison and be part of the grand experiment that was getting underway at Booker T. Washington: “the best teachers”; “more special classes from which to choose”; “great facilities”; “your very own TV studio”; and “a show on Tulsa Cable”.

Mr. Crowell, though, made a more compelling case for me to stay at Edison. We cobbled together our own, albeit very crude, studio… black-and-white cameras, bang box switcher, and a 3/4 inch machine that we set up in the hallways for playback.

As a senior, I arranged to have two periods of Instructional Media (which was unheard of). Mr. Kirby was very unhappy that I wasn’t signing up for Calculus with Mr. Dobelbower… he was convinced I was making a huge, life mistake spending so much time in IM.

As it turned out, Mr. Crowell did me a huge favor… the experience I gained helped me get my first job in broadcasting (while still at Edison) and, 40 years later, most every turn in my career has had a connection back to those days on the third floor. Likewise, Benson let me write articles for the newspaper that got her called on the carpet (but earned me scholarships). Mrs. Landry let me be her teacher’s aide as she amazed students by unraveling the arcane world of Algebra, while taking time for sing-alongs of The Red River Valley and railing against racism as only a child of the South could.

My path was not the usual one (remember the bluegrass and country/western performances?), but it was one that received guidance and support that were pure Edison. I’m fairly certain that each of you had a similar experience. I look forward to hearing stories about your Eagle journey next weekend.

OK, this is kinda important. The planning committee for the 40th Reunion needs a decent head count for Saturday night’s Main Event at the Renaissance.

If you’ve already registered, carry on. We have what we need.

If you know you’re going but have not registered yet, why not register now (before Tuesday, Sept. 16) and save $20?

Here’s the important part …

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What time: 6 o’clock-ish.
What to wear: Casual.
Roll will be taken.
You can pay at the door (credit card, check, cash). The PayPal site is still up. You can pay by credit care even if you don’t have a PayPal account. Continue reading

by Peter Robertson

imageMy friend Steve Maley threw down the gauntlet, challenging me to write something for this site after Julie Price Davidson wrote her eloquent eulogy for Sandra Benson. Julie’s piece was so well written, and so affecting, that I was disinclined to write anything because it couldn’t possibly measure up! But I’ve been thinking a lot lately about our upcoming reunion, and thinking back to our graduation as well. It’s not just the reunion that has spurred this – it’s in part an accident of timing.

I had my children later in life than many of you did – we just lived through my older daughter’s high school graduation in June and then dropped her off at Tulane University a few weeks ago. Leaving her in New Orleans was an emotionally difficult thing to do, and I know that’s not news to any of you who have already gone through this. As Washington Post columnist Michael Gerson put it when he dropped his son off at college: “I put on my best face. But it is the worst thing that time has done to me so far. That moment at the dorm is implied at the kindergarten door, at the gates of summer camp, at every ritual of parting and independence. But it comes as surprising as a thief, taking what you value most.”

The emotions of parting from my daughter drew my thoughts in a straight line back to our graduation from Edison. As I’ve thought about the years 1970 – 1974, one notion most stuck with me – that is, everything useful I learned in high school, I learned outside the classroom. And I learned it from you, my classmates.

Chief among those lessons is the value of genuine friendship. That lesson, though, couldn’t become clear to me until I was able to look back decades later on our experiences at Edison. Though I left Tulsa for college, and ended up living in Virginia, I have stayed in touch with a number of our friends from high school over the past forty years. The importance of those relationships startles when I realize that, with very limited exceptions, I’m not really much in touch with anyone from my college graduating class, except those few who were also Edison graduates.

Time has not diminished the value of those relationships; if anything, it has enhanced them. It’s hard to overvalue a friendship you’ve kept for forty years. And it doesn’t really matter how often I see those friends. The relationships are so firmly established and so strongly grounded on collective experience and memories that we can pick right up where we left off, even when years go by between visits. It has been a decade since I last saw Clint Hughes, until he was in town a few weeks back. But you might have thought we lived just around the corner from each other, so familiar were our thoughts, so comfortable was our meeting.

In any case, it has made me look forward to our reunion with a degree of excitement that has surprised me. I’m hoping that many more classmates will sign up for the reunion in the next few days, and show up Friday and Saturday. I’m anxious to reconnect, not just with those friends that I’ve stayed in touch with, but with everyone that I haven’t seen or spoken to for ten or more years. If you’re at all on the fence about attending, please do come! I send my enormous thanks to all those classmates who have worked long and hard to make this event a success. I hope I can buy you a drink on Friday night!