That girl with the long hair...that's me.
Now that I am working with McCook images, I can’t help but find myself being hurled back into memories of my past. Try as I might to think of what McCook must have been like for my dad and my granddad, I only seem to be able to imagine it within my life time. To be honest, you can count on things being basically the same for my dad during his high school years. Things don’t seem to change much there. The non-changingness of the place is somewhat comforting. You will still find Seihnert’s bakery commanding a nice space on Norris, teenagers will still be Dragging Main (which means driving up B Street, turning onto Norris, parking in the Methodist car park for a bit to talk to your friends, then rewinding the circuit and repeating it), Mac’s Drive-in will still be serving all manner of food delights, the speed limit will never eek above the painfully slow 25mph and my mom insisting on driving below that (!), German Heritage Days will happen every year and the whole town will continue to be very supportive of the high school football team.
I was in the high school band, my dad was in the high school band, and I think my granddad helped with the high school band. My dad and I had the same DT teacher. Said DT teacher has been the only person EVER to have said I look like my dad. I went to the First Congregational Church. My dad goes to the First Congregational Church. My grandparents were members of the First Congregational Church. The Greens are very much rooted into that land and I suspect will be for quite some time as I think my sister will be setting up home there, or at least close to there, when she gets married and grows a family.
My high school highlights include:
– Being a member of the Art Club! I was not only a member, but the President for 3 years running. We made calendars every year as a fundraiser for our trip to cities, like Denver and Lincoln and Omaha. We went to these things called ‘Art Museums’ in these cities. It was totally fun.
– I was a pizza slinger in high school. When I wasn’t working on school project, I was working on earning tips from my pizza waitressing job at Pizza Hut.
– My first car was a Dodge Aspen Road and Track, the colour of blue that no car should ever be. You know…sky blue. I had my first fender bender shortly after acquiring the car. I rear-ended a massive truck right outside the school. Commence lots of kids pointing and laughing. Other car stories include me painting a Grateful Dead Dancing Bear onto the hood and also naming it the ’60’s Rever’ because, well, it was supposed to be Revery (embarrassingly lame), but I never actually finished painting on all the letters.
– Winning gaggles of art mentions, awards, and a Scholastics Silver Key. I was mentioned in 13 different articles from 9th – 12th grades. I’m not quite sure how many awards I won, however, the best was when I was in 9th grade. My artwork was selected as best in region, taken to DC and hung in the Capitol Building. Ace. I was also involved in Journalism class and worked on the Editorial Page. Considering the fact that my grammar is horrible and spelling worse, I am surprised I was even allowed to participate.
– Prom! The bottom photo is of me and *gasp* an older man on a Prom date. He was only three years older, so not so scandalous. He was a college student. Oooh, Cassandra, shameful little tart.
– The foreign exchange students were always interesting to me. I did make rather good friends with Gaelle (France), Emmanuella (Italy) and Cecilia (Sweden).
Well. That was both fun and embarrassing. Will get back to work now…