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CONTENTS
Summer, 2002, updated 06/29/02
Spring, 2002, updated 05/12/02
Winter, 2001, updated 02/18/02
Fall, 2001, updated 11/13/01
April, May, 2001
March, 2001
February, 2001
January, 2001
December, 2000
From the Editor's Desktop, updated 05/26/02
OF OTHER INTEREST
Guestbook thru 10/20/01
Guestbook thru 04/30/01
Guestbook thru 12/20/00
Links to Other Web Sites
The Mystery of Texon Hill
July,2001, updated 07/15/01
OwlSpirit Beginnings
November 2000
OWL SPIRIT UPDATE
SUMMER 2001

Editor's Notes:  While surfing, I found a web site (actually it was an advertisement on something I was looking at) called WWW:Classmates.com. Well, I signed on and have had responses from several that I contacted.  I have put their replies in the E Bytes and Memories sections.  This update will be the only update for the summer.  As I get new information, I will copy it to the appropriate section with the most recent news being at the top.

E BYTES RECEIVED:

From Margaret Nossent Nixon '57 ~ Some news that you probably have, but..... David Seals and Reba Theus Cross are engaged to be married on August 4th in Alpine. (Ed Note: See Reba's and David's invitation elsewhere in OwlSpirit. Let's see how many can make it from RCHS) Don L. Wright has retired from Odessa High School. I believe he was Athletic Administrator. Riley Featherston will visit in Dallas and Big Lake in July. Mary Ann Meroney has planned a little get together in Big Lake after the l7th sometime. I know the above seems to be vague, but I'll report on wedding and Riley's visit after the fact.

Also, on June 30th, the Nifty 50's met at Zentner's Steak House in San Angelo. Those in attendance were:
San Angelo: Gerald Owens, Pat & Nancy Shattuck, Kay Weatherby Ellis, Fay Cutbirth Wood, Max & Margaret Nossent Nixon, Tex & Peggy White Collins, & Lyndal Emert
Big Lake: Marian Sue Roach Byrd, Rick & Lloyd & Bobbie Malone McAlister, Jack & Joleta Harris, and Donald & Mary Ann Barbee Meroney
Wink: Gene Shattuck
San Antonio: Andy & Doris Holmes Matranga
Mertzon: Walter & Mildred Norwood Rackley
Midland: Don & Joan Johnston Johnson and John & Marinell Cartwright Glidewell
Odessa: Nancy Boyd Chapman
Birthday celebration was held for Nancy Chapman. The next luncheon will be at Zentner's, San Angelo, on July 28th.

From Bobbie Boyd Smalley '64 ~ Laura McMullen passed away in June. Her children, Johnny, Kenny and June, are all graduates of RCHS. Johnny and Kenny now live in Iraan and June is in Brazil.
Also, as proof that those of us that got our "training" in Big Lake go on to become responsible citizens---Bruce (Colvin) Mahnken is a Farmer's Insurance Agent in Rowlett and this past May was elected to their city council. He should know all the "tricks" that could possibly be attempted. Also, his step-father L.L. Colvin died this past Spring, I don't remember the date, but it was close to the same time that Billy Don DeArmon's dad died.

From Gary Miller '62 ~ I've lived in Northern Virginia (Woodbridge) since I got out of the Marine Corps in 1968. I went to work for the CIA in 1969 and retired in 1994. I did some work around the house for a few months and got bored and went back to work for the CIA as an independent contractor. I've managed to stay married for 32 years and have two daughters. One's 26 and married and the other is 23. I hope to be a grandfather next year. At least that's what my daughter has promised. We have a lake house at a place called Lake Anna about an hour south of here. That's where we'll retire to in about two years.I don't hear much from anyone at Big Lake. My mother lives in Midland so I don't get to Big Lake much. Wayne Davis is about the only one in my class I keep in touch with.

From Jerry Hicks '65 ~ I looked at this website and a big smile came to my face. I was like a kid in a candy store. I wanted to explore every bit of it and just sit and remember. I signed the guest book, twice, and made a mistake. I graduated in 1965 but was not able to go to college. I worked for Union Texas Petro during that summer sandblasting barges on the coast by Houston.
I quit and started to work for West Texas Utilities until I went into the Air Force in June 1966. During these days, as you know, if you were fit, you were going to be drafted. Seven days after I joined the Air Force, I got my draft notice. I spent 1 year in Kansas City and then was sent to Duluth, MN for 3 years. There I met my wife, Carol, and married her in 1969 and now have two daughters. In 1970 I was discharged and went to work for 3M Company and have now been there for over 31 years. I do engineering work even though I don't have a degree. Hope to retire in 3 years but I do not intend to move anywhere. Minnesota is a beautiful place with lots of trees and lakes. You can go walking in the woods and not have to worry about rattlers and such. In the summer we have mosquitoes and ticks and horse flies. In the winter we have 30 degrees below and 6 feet of snow but I don't complain because I remember working the oil fields covered with oil and it was 100 degrees and no shade.

From Roy Lee Adams '63 ~ I am new to this site too. It looks like it could be a lot of fun
to reconnect with old classmates. I married Dory Pettit from Rankin in 1964 and she has had to put up with me for this long. We have three grown children and 8 grand children. We have lived in Northeast Ft. Worth for 16 years. Before that we spent some time in Colorado and
Montana Fill us in on your family & what you have been doing & let me know where your folks & your brother John are.

From Jerry Ward '63~Hi Diane, you may not remember me, but I am a RCHS Alumni and would like you to add my name and e-mail address to the list. I graduated in 1963
andwas so thrilled to find this site. Actually Philip Chick sent it to me.  I have e-mailed all of the 1963 classmates and told them a little bit about my life. By the way I do remember you.  Diane, that is such a nice letter you wrote on the Hoot. I am so proud of you!! No one could have worded it so well. I too miss our roots, even though I was only an Owl for a little over a year, I think I was in the best class ever. We had Tommy Franklin and Mike Holmes and Bill Ashcraft. People that made us laugh and love to be a part of that class. Bill A. made me laugh so hard that I couldn't breath sometimes. He was truly Mr. Mill's 'Nemesis'. I remember some days that Mr. Mills would just roll his eyes and just give up at some of the antics that either Bill, Tommy or Mike would pull.  I am married to Penny who is my soul mate and are so happy together. We have been around the world together. We were stationed on the Island of Guam for 5 years and had a great time there. I have 3 daughters and 1 son. All grown of course. My oldest daughter Holly is 35, then the next one was Rora who is now a full time Mom. Then comes Jacob or Jake to us is 32 and is a FedEx courier in Seattle, Washington.  That is where we lived for the past 11 years. Then there is Julie who is our Lawyer Daughter, she is 28 and is married to Sean. They live in Indianapolis much to her Mom's dismay. ha. We just moved here to Delaware to work in Riddle Park PA at Boeing. We plan on only being here a little over a year and then we want to go back to Washington to retire. I want to finish building my airplane and start a little wood working business. I love flying more than anything. I guess it comes from flying in the Navy for so many years.  I was in the Navy from the time I graduated from RCHS until 1983.  I am so far away, who's going to even remember me.. I was not the most popular guy in Big Lake in 1963. But, guess who did remember me. I sent Mr. Curry a note and he e-mailed me right back. What a guy. I was so happy to hear from him. I remember being in his class and he said he did remember me. That is quite a feat since he taught for 35 years, and must have had thousands of students.  Thanks Diane. Jerry Ward alive and well in Delaware.

From Jeneva Joyner Leifeste '64~ Yep, I'm retired! I won't really realize it until August when my friends go to school and I don't! I think it was a good choice for me.  This year has been hard. I had another knee surgery in April, then the night after surgery had problems (not related to the knee!), but
wound up in the hospital for 5 days. Found a bacterial infection and ulcer. I'm still working to get those cleared up.

From Monte Nevills '64 ~ Hey, I'm still in JAX---kids will probably come down sometime in June or July, and I am sure we will go to Orlando.  36 - are we getting old or what.  Of course, we should still feel 36 - BS!!!!!!!!!
Laurie finishes soph year at Texas Tech the 9th, middle one, Landee is a HS Senior cheerleader next year, little one, Lasen is a soph and on the dance team. Remember of summer before our SR yr...Wonder what we did - besides go the drive-in and the SLAB!!!!!!!
Your doing great on the WEB site - check it every once in awhile - Thanks
for the memories.  Monte

RCHS EXES AND TEACHERS REMEMBER:

Below is a reply from my request via Classmates.com to Fred Huddleston, '44.  I asked him if he would share some memories of high school at RCHS in the 40's.   Fred and his wife, Doris, live in Lewisville, TX.  They have been married 50 years.   I found his recollections very vivid and am thankful for his contribution:

Dear Diane:  It is rather difficult to answer your question without writing a book.  The reason is I am a die hard fully dedicated fan of Big Lake and Reagan County.  I will concentrate on high school since grade school goes back into the 1930s.  When I left Big Lake in 1944, World War II was at about its peak.  Many men from Big Lake were in service all over the world.  One family, the Frank Lindley family, had 3 sons, all in combat zones with the Navy in the Pacific.  That would be Glenn, Pittman and Vic Lindley, just real fine guys.  Glenn and I along with Bobby Newbrough graduated on May 17, 1944.  Glenn left for the Navy on May 18.  Bobby Newbrough and I left on May 20, 1944.  There were some deaths from the war of brave guys from Big Lake, one stands out, BillyMcGuire, who was an Air Force pilot who was shot down over the English Channel.  Food Stamps were required to buy essentials like sugar, coffee and other items.  Gasoline was rationed, I believe each car owner could buy about 5 gallons a week.  A highly prized item was chocolate.  Auto tires were as scarce as hen's teeth.  This country was still emerging from the depression.  We folks from those eras understand low pay, hard work and the necessity of a good education. 

Big Lake had a population of 832 when I left for service.  I carried photos of family, fellow students and a few scenes of the town.  I was one homesick Seabee (Navel construction) and simply wanted to go home, sit down in the old drugstore, order a huge malt, go to a good dance (the WWII era was a great time for great music).

Our schools were very, very good and the teachers were very good up until about 1942 when so many men went to service and there was a shortage of teachers.  I wrote a letter last year to the Alumni Reunion Committee stating that I would be eternally grateful for the fine education I received in Reagan County School.  The oil companies in Texon helped the tax income for our county and our schools.  There were two distinct groups of folks, one group was the ranch family and their children, the other was the oil workers and their families.  When I was about a freshman in high school they combined the Texon and Big Lake Schools and the two groups got along very well I thought.  When I was in high school our superintendent bought the world's largest school bus.  We could carry the whole student body, bank and football team on that bus.  We joked it was so long that you had to have a lookout on the backend to help turn a corner.  We had a great gymnasium at our high school and some really neat basketball tournaments.  Football was the biggest game in town.  Back in the early thirties, I was about 10 years old, we had a star running back name Curly Martin.  He had a critical operation on his mastoid bone (in the ear and next to the brain).  In those days such operations were very dangerous and the whole town prayed fro him.  He came out great. 

Outstanding citizens were:  Zola Johnson who taught first grade in Big Lake about 45 years.  A revered and beloved lady who had taught at least 3 generations of different families.  The superintendent who bought that school bus tried to fir her.  The whole town had a meeting at the Courthouse, fired the superintendent and bought her a brand new car (during the depression).  That's where Big Lake put it's values.  Bill Billingsley - a great sheriff who looked like a sheriff.  He was a huge but really fair person.  He always tried to help those who got in trouble by talking with them and being lenient on first offenses.  We had very little crime.  The school with the District Attorney had programs with speakers from the Courts and prisons (inmates) who told us about crime and the electric chair.  That made a real impression.  Dr. Patterson - A doctor out of the Norman Rockwell mode who came to your house if you were seriously ill.  He was not a wealthy guy but such a good doctor and friend.  I had a very bad case of pneumonia and stayed in bed a month (no antibiotics - just chest rub and rest).  He spent a good bit of time at my bedside.  Alton Holland - A wonderful, kind man who ran a good grocery store where they made paper tickets and customers paid once a month.

We had a chance to see really great rodeo performers.  At one time Big Lake was the hometown of two former World Champion Calf Ropers - Howard Westfall and Walton Poage.

My Big Lake roots will be with me.  I went to the all school reunion last year and got to see six or seven persons I graduated with.  Thanks for listening.  I just can't say enough good things about our wonderful old hometown Big Lake.  Your fellow former student, never an ex-student! Fred Huddleston 

From Mike Massey '72 ~ I have so many good memories of Big Lake ,that I could never put them in this small of a space. My wife Gina and I continue to live here. I hope that in some small way I am adding to some younger peoples memories of this unique town. Our youngest son, Jon, is going to be a sophomore next year and boy, if I could tell him some of my sophomore memories, but not till he is older. lol In recent years I have had the privilege of serving on the school board for 3 terms (9 years) and felt like it was in better shape when I left than when I started. I serve in a lot of the small town organizations that a lot of men do here. I have had the privilege of being involved with a lot of other citizens in forming a group to try and reestablish a youth center for the young adults here. It is still in the making and will try to keep you informed as it develops. Our young people are our future and am proud of the efforts here by good people to try and give them the chance they need to get a good start. The organization is called C.H.O.I.C.E. for the Future and a lot of alumni who still live here are involved. Mike Elkins, David Werst, Barry Matthews, Kim Armstrong Sexton, Mikel Jones, Mario Hernandez, Willie Black, are just a few involved. Very proud of their efforts. Anyway, I know there are a lot of you saying "Mike M. on the School Board?" "I can see him having to go in front of them, but never being one of them!" I know, who would have "thunk it" I promise stranger things have happen. Just wanted to say memories are still being made, so when you get a chance-come on home- You know that you are always "WELCOME HERE" Friendship is a very precious commodity that is sometimes overlooked or set aside until it is too late to express it. If you have a friend that you feel compelled to state your feelings to, don't delay-tomorrow may never come and they might leave not knowing how you feel. A lot of times it can make a big difference. Let 'em know how you feel. Thanks for the space and may God Bless you all. (David Routon-I miss you man.) Take Care. Mike Massey 

Published Literary Works by RCHS Grads:  Reba T Cross' '56 article as shown below was published in a recent issue of Country Woman .  And, while I don't know FOR SURE, feel like M. T. Whallets' poems have been printed somewhere.  Enjoy and remember....

My Best Friends Lived in Boxes

Paper dolls taught me about life, love, and the silver screen

by Reba T. Cross

In the late forties when I was just a mere girl of eight or so, I had more best friends than I could count.They were available whenever I could play and they always liked to play my games best.But perhaps the best thing was, when Daddy came home from work and said that the seismograph company that he worked for was moving again, my friends obediently went home to their nice, flat boxes and got ready for another move. In the late forties when I was just a mere girl of eight or so, I had more best friends than I could count.They were available whenever I could play and they always liked to play my games best.But perhaps the best thing was, when Daddy came home from work and said that the seismograph company that he worked for was moving again, my friends obediently went home to their nice, flat boxes and got ready for another move.

These friends were made of paper and cardboard and lived in old candy boxes and shoe boxes just fine.  I was paper doll crazy.Every time I earned a quarter, I spent it on another book of paper dolls. And I was aided in my addiction by the weekly Sunday newspapers. Nearly every Sunday paper had a new paper doll with about three dresses for her.All my paper friends had names and I invented life histories for every one.

During our long hours on the road throughout our many moves, I dreamed complicated scenarios for generations of my paper families.They were all given lovely names like Feather, Dawn, and Blythe. They received vibrant personalities, sometimes royal titles, and frequently pets. Since my sister and I were not able to have a pet, I made up for it in imagination.My personal favorite was a sleek, black leopard that one doll led around on a golden chain.

During those years I learned many things from these paper friends that lasted me throughout life.From extending their wardrobes I gained a color sense and an awareness of texture and style. I knew how to coordinate outfits and dress my dolls appropriately for any occasion. My artistic ability increased because of the many clothes that I designed for them myself, using old magazines and the Sears, Roebuck Catalogs. I would find the color pages of clothes approximately the right proportions, then lay my dolls on top of the clothes, move them around until the posture of the arms would work correctly, and then trace and cut them out.   Voila!A new outfit for my best friend appeared.I discovered that silver kitchen foil, gift wrapping paper, and left over colored card stock would make beautiful outfits.Clear cellophane made wonderful raincoats, brown paper grocery sacks developed into smart trench coats.Mother During those years I learned many things from these paper friends that lasted me throughout life.From extending their wardrobes I gained a color sense and an awareness of texture and style. I knew how to coordinate outfits and dress my dolls appropriately for any occasion. My artistic ability increased because of the many clothes that I designed for them myself, using old magazines and the Sears, Roebuck Catalogs. I would find the color pages of clothes approximately the right proportions, then lay my dolls on top of the clothes, move them around until the posture of the arms would work correctly, and then trace and cut them out.   Voila!A new outfit for my best friend appeared.I discovered that silver kitchen foil, gift wrapping paper, and left over colored card stock would make beautiful outfits.Clear cellophane made wonderful raincoats, brown paper grocery sacks developed into smart trench coats.Mother’s sewing scraps became scarf accessories or bedspreads. yes">  My ladies’ wardrobes were limited only by what throwaways I could find.But that brings up one of my greatest problems. Most of my paperdolls were women.A good man was hard to find (and nothing later in life has changed my opinion of that).Paper girls were everywhere, but only occasionally was I able to find paper doll books with a man or men inside.If there was one, he usually had to do double duty for several ladies. He might not have minded, but I certainly did.  I believed in monogamy even then.Some of my favorite paper dolls were movie stars, my heroines and heroes, as I did not know of their warts then as the media makes sure I do now. I could still dream away an afternoon wanting to be as good, beautiful, and generous as they were on the screen.One of my favorites was Esther Williams, the swimmer, and Howard Keel, suave and debonair with the sun and wind in his face. They made divine paper dolls. Perhaps creating their adventures in my head made me the avid writer that I am today.My friends and cousins joined me frequently in this pastime. Before television, quiet afternoons of reading or paperdolls were encouraged by our mothers. But one of my greatest disappointments in life came as a result of my fixation on these fragile creatures.  I had a cousin, Doris Mae, who was two years older than I and my greatest companion in the summers, as she lived next door to my grandmother. She had even more paperdolls than I did, and we played by the hour. We used tissue boxes for beds, shoe boxes for garages, popsicle sticks for walls, kitchen utensils for furniture, unrolled toilet paper for roads, and margarine tubs for bathtubs.We would beg, borrow, or steal anything that we could imagine a use for.s  In her maturity, being two years older, Doris Mae was even more ingenious than I. So imagine my horror one summer day as we rolled into her front yard next door to Grandma But that brings up one of my greatest problems. Most of my paperdolls were women.A good man was hard to find (and nothing later in life has changed my opinion of that).Paper girls were everywhere, but only occasionally was I able to find paper doll books with a man or men inside.If there was one, he usually had to do double duty for several ladies. He might not have minded, but I certainly did.  I believed in monogamy even then. Some of my favorite paper dolls were movie stars, my heroines and heroes, as I did not know of their warts then as the media makes sure I do now. I could still dream away an afternoon wanting to be as good, beautiful, and generous as they were on the screen.One of my favorites was Esther Williams, the swimmer, and Howard Keel, suave and debonair with the sun and wind in his face. They made divine paper dolls. Perhaps creating their adventures in my head made me the avid writer that I am today. My friends and cousins joined me frequently in this pastime. Before television, quiet afternoons of reading or paperdolls were encouraged by our mothers. But one of my greatest disappointments in life came as a result of my fixation on these fragile creatures.  I had a cousin, Doris Mae, who was two years older than I and my greatest companion in the summers, as she lived next door to my grandmother. She had even more paperdolls than I did, and we played by the hour. We used tissue boxes for beds, shoe boxes for garages, popsicle sticks for walls, kitchen utensils for furniture, unrolled toilet paper for roads, and margarine tubs for bathtubs.We would beg, borrow, or steal anything that we could imagine a use for.s  In her maturity, being two years older, Doris Mae was even more ingenious than I. So imagine my horror one summer day as we rolled into her front yard next door to Grandma’s, and I leaped from the car, dispensed with formalities such as greetings, and immediately asked if we could begin playing paperdolls. To my wide-eyes shock I learned that she had grown tired of playing with “those baby things,” was bored with paper dolls now, and had burned them all with the trash.My world crashed, my throat was speechless, and I could not think of a single answer.My cousin had grown up on me.While I was still a child dreaming of the magic life in our paper world, she had become a teenager, and left me behind.Paper is only paper if you don My world crashed, my throat was speechless, and I could not think of a single answer.My cousin had grown up on me.While I was still a child dreaming of the magic life in our paper world, she had become a teenager, and left me behind. Paper is only paper if you don’t have the imagination to make it live.

My Test Score

Flipping through an old magazine,  An article caught my eye. It was a longevity examination, So I thought why not give it a try. Well, I answered all the questions, As honestly as I could, Then checked all their answers, To see if I Flipping through an old magazine,   An article caught my eye. It was a longevity examination, So I thought why not give it a try. Well, I answered all the questions, As honestly as I could, Then checked all their answers, To see if I’d done real good. When I tallied up my score, There was surprise and dismay. According to my test results, It seems that I had passed away. Now that was quite a shocker, And it almost brought some tears. But what added insult to injury, I had been dead for seven years!  M. T. Whallete ©2001 When I tallied up my score, There was surprise and dismay. According to my test results, It seems that I had passed away. Now that was quite a shocker, And it almost brought some tears. But what added insult to injury, I had been dead for seven years!   M. T. Whallete ©2001