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The organizing committee asked me to remind everyone of a class-wide Happy Birthday gathering, Saturday June 25th, 7 pm until, Mayo Hotel rooftop bar. See below.

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No charge. Free cake. Cash bar etc. There will be dancing until someone needs a hip replacement.

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Steve

For one who spent a considerable portion of his awkward adolescent phase hanging out at Southroads Mall, this article and the accompanying photo gallery recall the tag line from The Twilight Zone.

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I haven’t spent a significant amount of time in Tulsa since I last lived there in 1984. My parents moved south in 1997; since then my only trips back have been for high school class reunions and funerals. From those trips I see Tulsa going through a recognizable corporate homogenization: a Walgreen’s on every major corner that isn’t already occupied by a McDonald’s or a Starbuck’s. Enclosed malls are definitely passé.

When my family moved to Tulsa from Pumpkin Center, KS (h/t Kenny Koch) in 1966, Woolco had just opened. It was the anchor tenant on the west end of what was to become Southroads Mall. (If you’ve never been to a Woolco, think “low-rent K-mart”.) Giant store , everything cheap, always with stale, well-trodden popcorn on the floor. My family had a daily trek to Woolco to buy brooms, cleaning supplies, etc., every day for the first month in Tulsa. (In the olden days, there were no Wal-Marts or Family Dollar stores.)

When I was older but too young for a summer job, I spent most of two summers hanging out at Southroads/Southland with Peter Robertson, Clint Hughes, and Dean Harms. Southroads was preferred because it was enclosed and AIR CONDITIONED. We were preoccupied with girls, fashion, records, and girls. If a movie were to be based of our adventures, it would be “Stand By Me” meets “Fast Times at Ridgemont High”, with me playing the part of the awkward chubby kid with glasses. I will leave the other casting choices to Clint, a/k/a “Clifford DeHaven“.

I never did much actual shopping at Southroads; it was a little upscale for my family’s budget. Never bought a thing at Orbach’s. Only bought shoes at Renberg’s because Bostonians ran wide. Looboyle’s, on the lower level, was the best spot in town for Zebco reels and tackle. Saved a journey to Oertle’s, which was on the edge of civilization.

Those names are gone now, or so I assume. Many of the friends from those days are gone too, and we the survivors are rapidly turning sixty. There are supposed to be benefits that go with grey hair and a middle-aged paunch. I’m not convinced. After all, my awkward adolescent years failed to end on schedule; some say they lasted until sometime during President Clinton’s second term.

Dobe

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This clipping from The Tulsa World Sept. 20 1995 was in one of my old files. Thought I might share it here for posterity.

Jack Dobelbower was definitely a teacher of the old school, and quite unapologetic about it. He taught math at Edison since it opened in 1955 until his retirement in 1986.

Two facts about his life impressed me. One was that he and his wife married three weeks after they met. Dobe was not big on indecision. And if I’m not mistaken, the Dobelbowers opened their house and took in quite a number of foster and/or adoptive children. You’d have thought that he’d had enough of kids on his day job.

Richard Curby was an outstanding teacher with a brilliant head for math and science and a computer geek before geeks were cool. He taught me and a host of other minds full of mush the power of deductive reasoning and the art of dimensional analysis. In other words, Mr. Curby’s classes laid the foundation of my ability to think like an engineer.

In addition to teaching Geometry and Physics, Mr. Curby was our Junior Class sponsor as well as the sponsor of the Chess Club. He also took on the task of developing the first-ever Computer Science curriculum at Edison in the Spring semester of 1973. He would probably have been somewhat surprised that I learned enough html code to be able to manage a WordPress blog.

My thanks to David Alaback for forwarding Richard’s obit. I had no inkling of the challenges that confronted Mr. Curby in his life. May he rest in peace.

Richard Curby

December 23, 1941 – April 13, 2015

RICHARD, a life long resident of Tulsa, died peacefully at home. His was a life well lived in spite of repeated hospitalizations and major surgeries for a cranial tumor discovered when he was 37.

The result of these procedures left him with extensive lung damage, nerve injury to the right side of his face rendering him blind and deaf on that side, taking food through a J-tube, and breathing and speaking via a tracheotomy tube. His love of teaching math and physics at Edison High School ended when he could no longer project his voice. However, his stubborn determination won out. He learned ASL sign language, continued his computer interests, and worked to advocate for accessibility for the disabled nationally, in Tulsa, and in the Kansas-Oklahoma conference of his church. For hobbies, he went to Oilers ice hockey games and collected humor to send to friends by email.

His family and friends will celebrate his life 10:00 a.m., Saturday, April 25 at Fellowship Congregational Church, 2700 S Harvard. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to TSHA (formerly Tulsa Speech and Hearing) or Evergreen Hospice.

Heidi’s questionnaire

Heidi asked me a couple of weeks ago to post this — she got tired of waiting on me and emailed it herself. (Sorry Heidi!)

Edison Class of 1974 Survey

It’s a pdf form you can complete on your computer. Email the completed form to Heidi at hnelson14 >at< gmail >dot< com.

Herndon DAt long last, the story can be told. At the recent reunion, I was approached by a guilt-ridden miscreant who, once he was assured that the statute of limitations had run out, agreed to spill the beans on our class’s 41-year-old mystery: “Who salted Memorial’s courtyard?”

Today the promised email arrived. Read on. View full article »

From Heidi Nelson:

Don’t forget to order your 40th reunion picture CD that Mark has so graciously shot for us. It includes the whole class and shots throughout the night. He has also agreed to include any of your pictures on it, if you wish to share them with the class. He didn’t charge us for coming out and recording the night, so show your appreciation by buying a copy for only $22. Don’t delay, do it today!!

Send your check or money order to:

Mark Montgomery
P.O. Box 3203…
Tulsa OK 74101

Include on a separate piece of paper, your name address including city, state and zip. (Don’t forget to include your own pics)

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

Hello:

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.

Brian

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.