Flemington High School - Memories Yearbook (Flemington, WV)

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ABOVE: Gym class brushes up on their bas- ketball skills. RIGHT: The ball swoshes through the hoop during gym class. FAR TOP RIGHT: Taking aim during practice is Mark Isabella. BOTTOM RIGHT: Getting exercise in gym class is Arlie Kisner. I breams ■— Entering the eighth grade we felt more con- fident. Gone were the first year pressures. New dreams took the place of old conquered ones. We were accepted a bit more, but we still couldn’t help feeling a little inferior. Our freshman year was an important one. Finally we were given some acceptance, some respect. All-state band and varsity basket- ball were just some of the new dreams. Some real responsibility was thrust our way. Harder subjects . . . more homework. But along with these came more friends . . . good times . . . and a whole lot of fun. We loved high school and couldn’t understand why we were so scared when we got here. As sophomores we got some deserved atten- tion. More responsibility was forced on us. We accepted this responsibility and worked like heck to succeed. Junior year ... Class rings .. . junior senior prom . . . looking forward to next year when we will be the cream of the crop, the kings of the hill. — Seniors. But we still had a big year to go through. An eventful year, a busy year, a fun year. It went quickly, and then ... It happened. We were seniors. Could it be? Only one more year of high school? Yes, it was true. This was it. We were determined to make it the best year. Where had the years gone? Were we the same timid little people we were when we got here? Had we changed? Or were we essential- ly the same people with another exterior? Who knows? But we will always have the memories . . . the sweet, the bitter. The discoveries, the les- sons. The friends, the loves. The fun. We will remember you high school. We will remember you. A

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On our graduation from grade school we realized that one of our longest-awaited dreams was finally about to come true. We would be in high school. Ni longer would we be unaccepted because we were “little grade school kids.” We were entering the big time . .. High School. When we arrived we were naturally scared. The people were so big. Over there were seniors, pillars of knowledge . . . and there was the big basketball star I idolized when I’d come to the games. And look, there is the straight “A” honor students talking to the coach we heard was so mean. But later we found that those' seniors and the honor student and the basketball star were human, like us. And the coach wasn’t all that mean. They were nothing to he scared of or awed at. We made friends quickly. From among our classmates and even from those fear- ful upperclassmen. One couldn’t help but feel good when one of them took interest in you and gave you a helping hand or a word of encouragement. But we were not accepted as readily as we had hoped. Now we were considered “little seventh graders.” Yet we had dreams and we planned to fulfill them. For some, the dreams were to make the basketball team or play in the band, for some, being a cheerleader. TABLE OF CONTENTS Introduction Page 1 Teachers 9 Classes 14 Seniors 14 Juniors 24 Sophomores 28 Freshmen 32 Eighth Grade 36 Seventh Grade 40 Student Life—Activities 44 Organizations 69 Basketball—Boys 78 Basketball—Girls 83 Alumni 88 Ads 93 Patrons 112 3

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Discover something new everyday FAR LEFT: Skip Ball takes one of the last chances to enjoy the warm weather before winter sets in. LEFT: Just another day in Mr. Shaffer’s Am. Studies I class. MIDDLE LEFT: “Caught Up In a Web of Mystery,” urges stu- dents to check out more books in the library. BELOW: Here Karen Layman helps Mark Isabella with his history. FAR LEFT: Lynn Shaver must have the junk food junkies attack. LEFT: Mary and Michele discuss their lesson Am. Studies II class. 5