2009 Multi-Year CHS Reunion Poem

By Tim Colley

 

 

Tonight we gather together

To remember the days of our past.

Our time at Connell High School,

Those days that went by oh so fast.

 

Before I begin I remind you.

These memories are uniquely mine.

Remember I’m Class of 1967,

For us, near the end of the line.

 

Of those decades before the 50’s

I’m afraid they’re beyond my lore.

But if there are any poets out there,

I’ll later gladly give you the floor.

 

So I’ll go back in time a “few” years,

To the time when I was a tot.

When the football field was just weeds and dirt,

And Mary Gessel was “hot”!

 

Let’s look at the start of the school year,

The time is the beautiful fall

And Bailie, Hadley, Harper and Colley

Played brilliant 8-man football.

 

I remember the grand old gym,

A building of which we were proud.

And it didn’t take a lot of people

To make it incredibly loud.

 

The seating included two stories.

Four rows of seating around.

I’ve often wondered since then

How’d they take the ball out of bounds?

The baseball field was in the corner

Opposing pitchers had to be on guard

For every hitter the Eagles sent up

Wanted to put one in Jolly’s yard.

 

Remember I was just a kid

But my best memory of all

Was when I was nine and danced one night

With Linda Ambacher at her Coronation Ball!

 

The old high school was really impressive.

A full three stories high.

But by the time that I got there,

It had become a junior high.

 

CHS was moved across town

To the west of the PUD.

It’s still over there today

And I guess it always will be.

 

But CHS wasn’t quite finished.

Lunch was served off the back of a van.

Do you think the Health Department

Ever considered---issuing a ban?

 

The new school kept on growing

Our numbers continued to rise.

The fame of the Eagles grew wider.

Our athletes reached for the skies.

 

In basketball we made it to B State.

The Eagles achieved their dreams.

There were Dean and Neal, Billy and Dave

All a part of the teams.

 

Then we move to the Sixties

A time of glitz and gloss.

Hank Copeland was the principal,

A man you didn’t want to cross.

 

Yes, the years were the early Sixties,

A time when boys liked to play.

Who was that unlikely set of boys

Who put Brynteson’s car on top of the hay?

 

We moved up in classification

We joined the Valley A

Our rivals were Marquette and Othello,

Could we beat them in every way?

 

Remember the victory bell?

We’d ring it when we scored.

And moving it to the football field

Kept many from getting bored.

 

Who can forget those pep rallies

They happened in the new gym.

The band would serpentine through the halls,

Leading the students in.

 

Next we should speak of teachers.

There are many we could name.

People like Hoon and Gleason

Who earned a kind of fame.

 

And don’t forget Mr. Olson.

He seemed as old as ever could be.

It was quite a shock to me recently

When I figured out he was only as old as me!

 

Miss Pond taught Home Ec.

And then came Mr. George.

He led the Eagles in wrestling

A winning tradition he would forge.

 

It started with Augie Rios

Continued with Reuben and Vard

The countless successes we continue to have

Is a tribute to those who work hard.

 

Mr. Baker taught PE

And Mrs. Plastino, did German and math.

While Mr. Eikum and Mr. Bennett

Tried to steer us on the right path.

 

Right paths are always tricky to follow

To find what you desire.

For many of us in the Sixties

It was the biggest Homecoming fire.

 

In hunting for wood for the fire,

Borrowing powers we sometimes abused.

We’re sorry about that Arnold,

We didn’t know it was still being used!

 

A highlight of being a Senior

Was the annual Senior Sneak.

We’d traipse off to Sun Lakes

Some fun for all to seek.

 

However, I do remember one time

Some mischief did manage to happen.

An earlier trip was made to hide beer,

But about that I won’t be rappin’.

 

Well, that about wraps up my tale.

The memories that I’ve bared.

I know there are more

And I trust tonight they will all be shared.

 

I’m proud to have been an Eagle

From the Class of 1967.

My time at Connell High School,

Seems like a piece of heaven.

 

The years from post-high school have passed

For me it’s harder and harder to bend.

But I look back with great affection

And I’ll cherish the memories to my end.

 

A few years ago I had the honor

Of speaking at graduation

I quoted from John Denver

On that proud, June occasion.

 

It was appropriate for those Eagles,

And true of we Eagles tonight.

Let me quote them once more and then I will close,

They capture the spirit just right.

 

I am the Eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky

And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail o’er the canyons and up to the stars
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
And all that we can be and not what we are.