Marysville Union High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Marysville, CA)

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for Today WE HAVE TRAVELED MANY MILES TQGETHER WHEN OUR HEARTS WERE FREE.'sgQ?iiffR'Tr'sq.fS Q. AS A FEATHER ,QS1...f.'fiM ' FLUTTERING DOWN FROM lE, OUR MINDS WERE FULL OF RAAA DREAMS FORSgt'IF.Ejif AND NOT TOO MANY CARES .a WE ROAMED THESE MOUNTAlNS',DEPTHSii,Q1f5D FOLDS AND THEIR MANY SECRETS SHARED. S WE LISTENED TO ,MANY STORSIESYTOLD OF LIFE'S HARDSHIPS, PAIN, AND SORROWS BUT OUR HEARTS WERE YOUNG AND OUR.-NIINDS ONLY SAW MANY MORE CAREFREE TOMORRQWSLE ELRR WE ALWAYS LQVEDA THE ON A BEAUTIFUL SUMMERQS DAY is HAHfAEE OR LIE ON OUR BACIQS AM NGST THE FLOWERS AND WATCHf,SPRING'S AT PLAY. THOSE DAYS WgREN'T'rREALL'Y.sO LONG AGO BUT NOW THEYIQE MEMORIES WE NOW HAVE FELT BOTH RALNSAND SORROW AND SEEN LIFE'S REALtTIE,Sfi I - y TTEE .- be as I OH' f'.. , iY'I'L:' WE LAUGH AND GREEIQATCHSSLDAWFPFA BUT NOT THE SAME SOME!-GLOW: .. To THOSE DAYS ARE GONE. of SALLY MOSSINGER Tomorrow? Student life involved more than going to school and meeting assignments, it also included students expressing their creative side. Even though many MHS students were busy with school activities and homework, there was the time to be an individual. Daydreaming during school and at home let many students be the originators of their own fantasies. Knowing that the dream was personal and unique made Students work all the harder at it. To treasure the one time happinesses, students expressed feelings by writing poetry or sketching the visions for lasting memories. School presented the ideals of the arts to students and allowed them to become inspired. Appreciating the work of the great ones, students followed their footsteps. Who knows, perhaps the students' fantasies may be this generation's masterpieces. Splashlng through life's many pains and sorrows, Vondering what lays for us tomorrow You give me courage as you hold me by your side Jur love never failing, as constant as the tides You have taught me patience and trust ven though I regret growing older, I realize we must. I know we must face reality, he fact that never again may we be totally free Tomorrow we'lI face life's hungers and pain, ut today we'll stand together in the misty rain Today we'll talk about things before left unsaid Ve'll make sure we're putting our best effort ahead Today we'll talk of love and freedom, Ind of how from now on the two of us will be one Today we'll talk of patience and kindness, Ve'll linger over the remembrance of our first kiss Slowly today will turn to dust, .nd today we'll realize tomorrow was made for us. Kathy Owen Just for today I will live through the next I2 hours and try not to tackle all life's problems at once. Just for today I will improve my mind. I will learn something useful. I will read something that requires effort, thought, con- centration. Just for today I will be agreeable. I will look my best, speak in a well modulated voice, be courteous and considerate. Just for today I will not find fault with a friend or relative. I will not try to change or improve anyone but myself. Just for today I will exercise my character in three ways. I will do a good deed and keep it secret. If anyone finds out it won't count. Just for today I will be unafraid. Especially I will be unaf- raid to enioy what is beautiful and believe that as I give to others, others give to me. Anonymous Student work M3 . I!

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To Mann You live your life from day to day, K Nothing can stop you or get in your way. Rye We go through the weeks, the months, and the years Sharing your laughter, sharing your tears. X X ' ew At work you excel, above and beyond, F I Your workers respect you in heart, you've thi I 1 .'. grown fond. x , ., , W 1 I 1 T' -Q, I' I Your iob requires stamina, leadership, and guts, Y K Nt-,Q T X But you always stick right in there, and never get , N I Lvf', E'Qf- -I-,L A in a rut. w 4-I N54 :dy k Y 5 V ' 5 X - in 'I H: , As a mother, no doubt, you're above all the X' 'I :ay iii :X rest, -2 , 'X ,Xxx V- K, I I I . And with kids like us you've been put to the ' NNXQL 7' ,H 5 W 'W This is a poem that has no name, Iesf- ' 'I .rs M fi For this is a poem that wishes no . Q Q - ,. - , Your kids me growing fast, soon they'll all be MX 'fx' i 1' QI , , gone, ,-s i- This is a poem made from a thought, But this will not slow you down, you'II iust keep I 1 V Of 0 fC1I' Off place I have sought. ' i . ' ' ' . rlgh on ' D Q ' HN I, x bl N s Your Plfci 'S 'n L+: mo 'c 's' 'hu' 5 where I I A Place to walk beside someone, you' aways , M , Sitting by a campfire, or next to a tall pine .rf A PIUCE to be mY Own Person- tree. ,I u ' l 'I Your heart is in the mountains, that's where you 7, A Place for work, G Place' for fun, Won' 'O die' 'idk A place to see the rising sun. Among the rocky, mountain streams, up in the clear , 7 ' blue Skt' J E But I ask too much n 3 1 And when it comes to people like you, they're , I f ,, 1' K For G place of Such' v 1 N - - 1- sacred and they re few, s fs -k R So I'II iust take this chance right now to say fr-+1 MX il XX So as I awaken from my sleep, fa that I love you. , , K i f ' ' I - lt shall be this dream that I keep. Deon H dY John Nicol sq it H North Campus Peaceful, somber, and quiet are they ,, As the silent hours drift away While they rest in gentle fortitude, w Calm and relaxed is their attitude. I Memories haunting the empty halls, The nameless chalkboards and faceless walls- Classrooms with desks in endless arrays, ,, Sifting through the time of endless days. Standing still as time passes them by, If you listen you will hear them sigh, Not a sigh of boredom-nor of grief, But a sigh of contented relief. , Remembering the laughing faces- Talking about different places, Faces talking of good times to come Keeping the halls in a constant hum. The great once-filled halls are filled no more, There is a padlock upon the door, Changes pass them by relentlessly, While North Campus stands there silently. Lisa Blaylock ilil 2 student warts H si '5' I. -J I' .lv-I

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eing placed in the MHS parking lot, I can see most of the sports activities going on around here. Gee, I can see the old Girls' Gym, the Boys' Field House, part of the Student Center . . . oh, and the track. You know, the only thing I can't see is the foot- ball field, but boy, I sure can hear all the cheering from there. As always, football was the dominant sport of the year. I can still remember the last home game, the first football game of the season that we won . . .Oakmont 29-I 9. I could hear the excited crowd, but I think that the football team was more excited than the crowd. I see all the past years' football games when everyone was bundled up in their new coats, wool scarves, and mittens. The crispness of the October nights turned everyone's noses pink. But this year, no one even needed a coat, maybe only a sweater or the right person sitting next to them. We didn't win too many games this year. It was a real STRUGGLE, but the SPARKLE was still there. I guess that's what's important. There seemed to be more girls going out for sports, too. The girls' gymnastic team was pretty good this year. They had their meets in the old Boys' Field House and I noticed a lot more people showing up to watch. A lot of spectators came to the boys' basketball games, too. Now the basketball games are played in the Student Center, but I remember when they were played in the old Girls' Gym. I can picture the scoreboard . . .34-34 . . . with IO seconds left. . . the other team has the ball . . . Marysville steals it . . . cheering. . . 5 seconds left. . . one last STRIVING attempt and . . . the ball hits the rim, spins around drops throughthe hoop. Hysteria! SPARKLE! I can see all the SKILLED people on the sports team going in day after day to practice. I remember the track and cross country athletes running past me everyday . . .the left fielder chasing the softball down . . . the sound of the wrestlers pounding against the mats . . . and the buses full of the enthusiastic travelling teams roaring past me. I remember the travelling team members always trying to out-smart the SYSTEM by getting out of class early. I see the steady golf player concentrating on his stance . . . the tennis pro returning a hard serve. . . the swimming team practicing in the pool getting goose bumps in the spring and a summer tan before everyone else. I see the tense faces of the crowd watching through the backstop . . . 2 outs . . . bases loaded . . . the pitch is released . . .smack, the connection of bat and ball . . . the satisfied and surprised look on the pIayer's face. I wish I could participate in sports, besides representing your school, you get to 9, have fun doing what you like. It was a STRUGGLE, but it was worth it. ' ., V YA Q IFIHIIE. SIVIRHDQGILIE O O 0 IVIHIIE SIFEMBGGILIE. 0 0 Q TIHIIE STIRUG Q Q M41 the struggle