Eden Prairie High School - Eagle Yearbook (Eden Prairie, MN)

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ABOVE TOP: Randy Rannow, Herb Bloomquist, Dan Hone, Carrie Paterson, Pam Griffiths, Dave Bell, and Anne Saxe cavorting in a Clear Lake Play- ground. ABOVE: Swimming, Jean Bell. RIGHT ABOVE: Debbie Lusk. RIGHT: Mr. Lee, Mrs. David Stark, Tom Swirtz, Bill Inhofer and Nancy Towne relax after the concert. 27 I CLEAR LAKE. i Dis mm Mes

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BAND AND CHOIR TOUR With a poot, yes, you read right, a poot and a holler, dots of theml we tband and choirl were off on a seemingly endless journey into far off and exotic lands, You say Where is this garden of Eden? Iowa, home of the King Corn and the land of 96 lakes. We ventured deep into the Iowan flat lands by bus caravan and completely exhausted our sitting mechanisms. It was a pleasure to get off the Lee Lines flyer and take a break at Clear Lake playground. We had a chance to look over the town of Clear Lake and behold the beauty of this bustling metropolis. We were finished in five minutes so we either looked at Clear Lake tone of Iowa's 96l or got sick on the merry-go-round. After stocking up with doughnuts from the bak- ery we boarded the bus to give a concert at Clear Lake High School. After a well performed concert, we were pushed to our waiting buses to be wisked to Des Moines where we stayed the night. That night if you couldn't sleep hvhich most of us couldn't be- cause of an acute case of Tele- phom'us Ringitis of the earl you could buy a bottle of p0p from the Black Market of the Band , or you could have been lying awake still scared from the Hustler or sky rocket rides at the carnival some fortunate member found. The next day was much the same, sitting on the bus and being mob- bed by wild fans after two more superb concerts. That night we checked into the Amana Holiday Inn at Iowa City and found an in- door pool which got the Bauman Gold Seal oprproval. a wonder where Mr. Lee was that nightl? Many hours later the card games, the pin-ball games, the T.V. watching, and the various other things twhich don't need to be mentionedl dwindled to an end and Mr. Starks, Mr. Bauman and Mr. Lee could retire to their rooms hOping it would be calm the rest of the night. tThey'll never known The next morning it was a delight to be awaken by knocks and the voice of Mr. Bauman tgrumble, grumblel and face a new day. Another great concert was played at Iowa City and we then faced a gigantic Amish meal at the Amana Colonies. The food just kept com- ing. Many pounds later we boarded the bus for home stOpping only for a gut buster at McDonalds in Ro- ABOVE LEFT: Craig Fourre is easily Chester and then home. Back to amused. LEFT: Ann Berne helps to keep Terra Firma, with only one thing up a wonderful tradition. ABOVE: Dan to say: FOOT! ! ! Hone, will you please get Mr. Bauman back into his room? Takenfrom the EyrieVol. 12, No. 7 26

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GREGG LEAVES Gregg Carey was our foreign exchange student this year. We were proud to have him as our representative to Belgium. Here is Gregg's let- ter to us. When first applying for AFS, I hadn't thought much about going abroad for a summer; mostly because I hadn't excepted that I would be going. As surprised as Iwas, though, I sat on an air- plane bound for Brussels, Belgium. It was hard to believe exactly what was happening until my new family picked me up in Brussels after 2 days of information packed sessions. My Belgium family consisted of my mother and father, 1 brother and 4 sisters, ranging in age from 21 to 9. We resided in Ordingen, about 50 KNI I36 milesl from Brussels. The entire town was farms and orchards, with almost everyone making their living raising pigs and picking Cherries. We worked at a combination of the two from 6 a. m. to 6 p. m. Then my brother and I had the night off to make fun as my brother would often say. The nights were something completely different from the labor during the day. Once we got out with friends it was mostly singing, dancing, and DRINKING . The Belgiums are said to drink more beer per capita than any other country and now I believe it. And they don't have a legal drinking age. It was quite a shock to see my mother and 9 year old sister come home drunk one night! The Belgiums are also famous for their french fries, maybe because they originated them. Where here in America people would go out for a hamburger, we went out for Jfrits, or french fries. And they didn't eat them with ketsup; it was most common to order them with mayonaise instead. All in all, AFS opened up my eyes to a world that is more than just America oriented. There were many grim reminders of U.S. involvement in the country: tanks still lying dead along the roadside, stone walls with gaping holes in them, rubble where a farmhouse once stood. Most of all, I learned about myself; and I've found that its alot easier to live, when you understand the person who you've got to spend the rest of your life with. Peace and Love. 28 They say you do this for a living!