Caroline High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Milford, VA)

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WE REMEMBER We rememb er our Prom. It began Saturday evening at 8;00 o’clock. At least for others ... but for us--it began 4 years ago. It came from car washes, bakesales, and soc hops ... it came from dues ... it came from the consession stand. It came from each junior’s heart. We remember the class meetings, The arguments . . . the regretted decisions . . . the committee meetings in which we discussed, chose, and adopted our common goal . . . the anticipation with which we fixed our eyes on April 22 . . . the beginnings of our planning and working. We remember SAYONARA. The “lost” plans . . . Buddha in the corner . . . Mount Fuji . . . the long weeks we had to endure the snickers of the seniors . . . the looks on their faces that night. We remember Gertrude. That night during the hail storm . . . the hardened plaster . . . the frequent facials ... the shock of finding a nude mannikin in someone’s bedroom . . . the afternoon we broke into a house to rescue her . . . the picture of quiet beauty she made that night. We remember our columns. The fingers sore from cutting chicken wire . . . the dozens of pounds of hard plaster . . . our president trapped inside a tube of chicken wire . . . the sheets we confiscated and plastered . . . the dill pickles which got into the brownies . . . the day we “repaired” the columns . . . the crumpled newspaper . . . the plaster flying in friendly combat . . . the trip down Sparta’s main road . . . the relief when they didn’t fall down in the middle of the dance. We remember the parachutes. The day the girls cut and dyed them . . . the purple hands . . . explaining them to the seniors at the pancake supper . . . the satisfaction when those beautiful lavender clouds lay on the grass drying. The soft billowing ceiling they made that night. We remember the tunnel. Its constant change of shape, direction, and length . . . the painful ride from the sawmill . . . the questionable trig which worked any way . . . the looks we got when we carried it down Main Street . . . the feeling when the pieces finally went together to stay. We remember the dry ice. The four trips to Fredericksburg with cold laps . . . the calls to every ice house in Richmond . . . the tuna fish cans we didn’t need after all . . . Mrs. Gertrude Woolfolk combing the Mulberry Place dump . . . how the proportions shrank as the danger of suffocating the guests increased . . . the short life it had that night. We remember the bird baths. The morning the seniors heard we asked for cornstarch and salt . . . the mess when we got them . . . the beautiful center pieces even though no one knew quite what they were doing. We remember Thursday night. The confusion . . . the breathless moments when Mr. C. was WAY up there on that ladder . . . the non-fitting parachutes . . . the trip from Sparta on an open truck . . . the cold . . . the demolished columns . . . getting them up the south steps . . . getting a two hundred pound bird bath into the gym . . . the disillusionment with EVERYTHING when we finally did get home that night. We remember Friday. The renewed hope of seventy-five people working toward the same goal . . . repairing the columns and real- izing that things were at last looking up . . . the miles of crepe paper, acres of pomps, and yards of cellophane . . . setting up the tunnel . . . creating a throne . . . organizing the main attraction . . . papering the band stand . . . wall paper glue in everybody’s hair and under their nails . . . the mock grand march when we thought it was all through . . . the pride of showing our creation to Mrs. K. . . . The disappointment when she did NOT faint. We remember Satruday morning. The last minute touches . . . the lilacs . . . the ivy . . . the ecstatic clowning . . . picking up the corsages or receiving them . . . the feeling that our PARADISE could not be any more beautiful now that we had finally reached our goal . . . wondering if we could make it through the dance. We remember the things we gave up along the way. The waterfall . . . the purple lights . . . the champagne spouting punch bowl . . . covering the gym with Reynolds wrap . . . the hundreds of little things which would have cost a little more. We could remember how it MIGHT have been, but we DO remerriber how it WAS. We remember the climax of our years of work, that night. The seniors’ faces . . . our King and Queen . . . the Prophets . . . the candle light . . . our dates . . . our handsome men and pretty ladies . . . the refreshments . . . our sillouette . . . memory books . . . Gertrude . . . centerpieces . . . columns . . . parachutes . . . the bandstand . . . everything . . . perfect. We remember. We stood awed by our own creation. We walked silently from PARADISE, tears of pride clouding eyes that had seen the conception, growth, and birth of STRANGER IN PARADISE. And this is where it ended, this joy of creating. It came from many things--but mostly--it came from each junior’s heart. We know. We remember our Prom.

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CHERYL ANNE SERVAIS “Cheryl” EVELYN PEARLINE SOLTES “Pennye” 28

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BERNICE SUSAN WHITTAKER “Susan” KATHLEEN EAYE WRIGHT “Faye” VIRGINIA DARE WRIGHT “Dare” DONALD OTIS WYANT “Donald” BRENDA FAY YOUNG “Brenda” CAROLYN ELIZABETH YOUNG “Carolyn” Crepe Paper . . . 30