On opening day I followed the crowd to the Gym where we all met, to get our class assignments. I noticed one group of kids that seemed to be the most popular. Lots of teachers were talking to them like they were old friends. So I made my way in their direction. Marilyn Strand, Bob Hermans and Eddy Schramm saw me and made me feel right at home. They all turned out to be 10th graders too. They had one other thing in common, that would change my life forever. They were BAND members. When they found out I played trumpet I was immediately introduced to Mr. Baseman, the music director. The next day I brought my trumpet and joined the band and suddenly realized that I hadnt played the thing in 3 yrs. Couldnt remember a note. Mr. Baseman saw the problem and graciously said he had all the trumpets he could use and would I consider taking up another instrument. He said what he needed was a trombone player. I didnt want to lose the association of my newfound friends. I said yes and the trombone became my passport to 3 of the most fantastic school years a guy could have. It became my trademark and ticket into every school and city function for those 3 glorious years. I graduated in 59 and we moved to St. Paul in 60, where my sister Jean took the trombone and did another 3 years in the North St. Paul High School band. My brother Dick was Drum Major.
The next year, Kelley High was still in construction but finished enough to open a portion for us 11th graders. The next year another wing was opened for us 12th graders. So you can see we were seniors for 3 years. You might think that this situation could lead to enormous amounts of self-esteem and you would be right. Thats what made my stay at Silver Bay so great. It did get us into a little trouble in our junior year. We decided to have a Prom. The student council met and planned the whole thing. All the arrangements were made for chaperones, music, food and decorations. The big night was only a few days away when our principal, Mr. Granger, informed the student council that we couldnt have a Prom because we were not seniors. A junior-senior prom could only take place the following year. This year a prom was out of the question. As teenagers do, we rebelled. It was the main topic of conversation that whole week. The student council met continually with the principal, to no avail. As is the case with teenagers the more you tell them they cant do something the more they are determined they will. The day of the dance the decorations went up and a quick meeting with Mr. Granger found some common ground. It wasnt the dance itself he was against. It was the name. A quick change of the decorations and we all had the time of our lives at the Junior MORP. Just minding your Ps and Qs is not enough; you must look out for your Ps and Ms too. The following year a beautiful Prom took place, as was the custom. My date Sharon Rouser and I had a great time. But we 59ers will probably never forget the MORP.
My Biology teacher, Mr Bartholamew("who cooks for you"), First time I ate pizza- Jim Alvars party, Judy Hendersons parties, My mother teaching me to dance in the kitchen before my first dance, My red motor scooter that everyone in Silver Bay knew, Chief of Police Don Suess warning me where the driving examiner would yell STOP during my test, Mr. Baseman for being the first adult to treat me as an equal, Sparky McNiell for giving me my first real job at the IGA and lastly to Sharon Strand, Kathy Melby and Roberta Custer who taught me, " you cant have everything you want in life".
- Durwin White