The Class of 1960

Fifty- two years ago today, the class of 1960, Palatka Senior High School, Palatka, Florida, was thinking ahead ninety days, to our long awaited graduation day.  There were two hundred and twelve of us in the class, all anxious to be away and about the business of conquering the world.

Now there are one hundred and seventy-nine of us, as best we can count.  A few members of the class, all girls, by the way, try to keep tabs on the rest of us, but it’s a tough job.  Some of our number, like my good buddy, Jeff Eberhart, have never been accounted for. 

If we had a wall, like the Vietnam Memorial in Washington, there would be a quite a few of us listed as missing in action, along with the thirty-four that have died in action.

This New Year didn’t start very well for the Class of ’60.  Frank Falls and Jordan Matthews left us in January.  They were both eighteen, when I last saw them.  Frank was heading for dental school, and Jordan to a business career.  They left fine legacies, but they are both gone; two more eighteen year old friends, who for me, will always be eighteen years old, now on the 1960 Wall.

Frank Falls - 1960

Jordan Matthews - 1960

The year hasn’t been a loss though.  Today, February 9, 2012, one of our favorite teachers, Mrs. Sproull, is celebrating her 100^th Birthday.  

1960

2012

And that's why I'm writing this post.  We will all be on that wall someday, but we won't all celebrate our 100th.  Mrs. Sproull is still teaching us and teaching us well.

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Happy Birthday Mrs. Sproull,

You did very well by us, and we all appreciate you very much.

Bert Carson

1960

2012
One war and four marriages later.