Garfield County High School - Remuda Yearbook (Jordan, MT)

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Clay OF THE FUTURE Mike Ftearl Rhonda L. Marvin jy!Pat Barbara Colleen S,

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Colleen M. BUILDING BLOCKS mr Charles Dawn Susan Shawn Tom

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PROPHECY It was the spring of 1986, ten years after I had left Jordan. I was coming home on vacation from my job with the Secret Service for President Reagan. As I pulled in to the Y, I had to come to an abrupt halt to wait for a convertible that came speeding by. Sure enough, it was Dirk Currey with a carload of girls. He was trying to talk them into buying some used Fords from his new busi- ness , Currey Auto. As I came over the bridge, I noticed a tall gray building in the same place as the Farmer's Union used to be. Tilings had changed more than I realized. As I drew nearer, I saw the words Flora’s Mortuary in big letters on the front. There were four new red Ford pickups parked out front. Later, I learned that they were hearses. Down Main Street I drove. I noticed my old classmate, Rick Mallo, trotting down the street toward the bar I used to know as Harold's Club. Now it was Rick’s Club. ” Rick still had the same silly grin and waved as if it had only been yesterday since we last met. Finally, 1 pulled up in front of Ryan's Grocery Cold Storage and went in. Fbt Gibbs was at the checkout counter. Trailing behind him were two sets of twins. I couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't getting a discount since the owners were his in-laws. As I rounded the corner by the meat department, I bungled into my old pal, Barb Guesanbum. She told me that she and her husband owned a saddle shop in Wyoming. We decided to go have coffee together. As we were leaving the store, we heard a terrible commotion in the back. Turn- ing around, we saw Tom Fogle, who now hauled freight from Miles City to Jordan, yelling at Shawn Hansard, 'Quit squeezing the Charmin. When we finally got settled in our booth in the Rancher's Cafe, we found that our waitress was Susan Thomas. She stopped to visit for a while and told us that she had eloped the night of gradu- ation and married some cowboy from down South. In the background we could hear Dawn Schmidt, now the owner, keeping a cool head while giving orders and taking no guff. When Dawn saw us, she came over and joined us. About that time, Mark Bibeau and Charlie Diede came in. They told us that they had just gotten back from riding their motorcycles across the U. S. They, too, sat down and soon we real- ized that the whole booth was filled with old has-beens” of the Class of 1976. We started discussing all of our other old classmates and, piece by piece, we found out what each of them was doing. Clay and Karen Taylor now live in Texas. Seems they got married the summer after gradu- ation and now follow the rodeo circuit. I guess they see Clyde Mury quite frequently as he teaches rodeo schools down there. Kim Robinson is a bookkeeper for Hunter Tracking. We decided that bookkeeping class must have done somebody some good. Ftearl Highland is a fashion designer. Her job keeps her busy flying between Paris and New York. Some have even returned to GCHS. Mike Barbula graduated from MSU and teaches history. Jim Carter is the football coach and Mary Pat Watson teaches girls' P.E. and coaches the girls' basketball team. Sonja Rice is married and lives on a ranch west of Jordan. She still has her job at the ASCS office. Somebody said she had just had red-headed twins and named them Oly and Bud. Her neighbors are Dave and Rhonda (Lehner) Awbery. They work and live at the Lehner ranch. Colleen Saylor Smotherman just moved back from Nebraska. She works at the A W in Miles City. Colleen Mumion went on to fame as an evangelistic singer and has been on the road recently with The Lundstroms. Joyce Bateman married a millionaire and is cruising around the world in a yacht. Seems she always liked to travel. Suddenly Charlie announced that he smelled smoke and Dawn realized that she had left a burner on in the kitchen and now it was on fire. Everyone started screaming and finally someone blew the fire whistle. Soon the firemen came rushing in. Marvin Loomis, whom we had not yet got to in our discussion, came storming in with his fire hose. He was now the Fire Chief of Jordan, and, just like back in high school, he saved the day. by Rhonda Stinebaugh