Grandview High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Grandview, MO)

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In the backyard of Prince of Peace Lutheran Church, graduates from '78 and '79 go in for a friendly scrimmage. Relaxing at his home on Manchester, Dennis Lemon, '56, now has two children going through GHS. Recalling her secondary education, Sara Makin, '14, notes how high schools have changed since she graduated. Grandview Board of Education Vice President ' ' I Q .I Pete Northcutt '66, talks with John Neely, superin- , . tendent, before the January 12 meeting. ...Z F Kids are involved in so many things today. Cars, T.V., organizations at school are things we didn't have. We didn't have enough people to form organizations. This is easy to understand because for Sara Makin, the first and only graduate in her class of 1914 from Grandview High School, average graduating class for other schools totaled about 15. But she sees advantages for the high school students of today, Kids have so many more subjects to choose from than we did. Our subjects usually were English, Ge- ography, and Foreign Language. It's strange, when l was growing up the main goal for girls was to get married and set up a home, not to be educated and get a job. But Sara Makin became a liberated woman long before it was fashionable. I graduated from school and got a job at Grandview Bank. I retired a year later and raised two sons. Then l went back and retired only 11 years ago. Then my husband passed away in 1976, we had been married 58 years. For Sara Makin, age has no limits, her life is filled with experience. -Ammie Holt 29 Alumni I KW

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S Q K 1 VX Alumni back to gKW For 67 years, graduates keep coming back to their alma mater

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211' IZ of th BEAUTY Seventh hour, October 10, I sauntered into the office, and saw Karen Wilson. I overheard the news. Karen had been nominated for Homecoming queen, an honor most girls only dream of. Waiting and wondering about the outcome of the next Friday, Karen hoped for the best but tried to keep her mind on everyday matters. Homecoming 1980-was a long week for Karen Wilson. Karen arrived that next Friday at school after preparing for the parade. Friends complimented her. And why not? There she stood, her silky, honey-colored tresses enhanc- ing her smooth, China doll face. Her coloring striking, as if mixed by a skillful artist on his palate. She smiles at you, and instantly you feel at ease. But then Karen's never-end- ing cheerfulness always wears a smile. The day slipped by ever so slowly as students impatient- ly made their way through their classes. Finally it was time for the parade. It was a cheerful, sunny, fall day, but the wind was frigid. As the tan-colored Mercedes pulled on to Main Street, Karen's hair began blowing in the wind. She tried to protect her golden curls by ducking below the leather seats. The wind was weaker there, but still a problem. She grabbed a ski coat and shel- tered her hair. After routing back roads, the Mercedes gallantly found its place in the parade line-up. Karen became the perfect subject for photographers who were walking by. A few pa- rade entries ahead was the senior float, M.A.S.H. Burst- ing with colors of blue and gold, was a float the class of 1981 was finally proud to call their own. Forty-five minutes later, the parade began. Pulling out onto Main Street, Jimmy Buffett reminded Karen of past years as Wasting Away Again in Margaritaville sounded over the radio. Karen thought of how high school was at first just junior high rivalries, but how over the three years, it had brought us together. Cruising down Main Street was a memory, I doubt, Ka- ren will ever forget, waving to the eager children, friends, 30 Homecoming I NR and relatives she knew. Everything took on a different meaning and seemed so special on this cool, crisp, October afternoon. The whole day was like a dream for Karen and that night the dream came true. That night at the football game, the air was brisk as sta- dium blankets covered everything but red roses, and, the clock was slowly ticking away. Second quarter creeped by. Finally, one minute re- mained. Karen grabbed her hairbrush and brushed franti- cally. She, being the kind-hearted person she always is, told her candidate good luck. And Karen truly meant it. It was time for the introduction of the candidates. Karen had a kind of glow about her. Her apparel complimented her gorgeous features. She was dressed in shades of brown which drew special attention to her chocolatey brown eyes that seemed to melt anyone catching a glimpse of her. She had a warming girlish smile on her face, but that smile, for Karen, is always there. The candidates then walked to the gate and restlessly awaited the next stage of the evening. Smiles were not hard to come by as the four candidates tried to control their nervousness. Four proud fathers with their daughters on their arms stood patiently at the track gate. Tension mounted as each was introduced and escorted onto the field. Karen was the last to be introduced. The court stood waiting. The announcer, like a magician, held the secret of the queen's name. As I heard the announcer say, The 1980-81 Homecom- ing queen is . . . Miss Karen Wilson, I looked toward her and saw her father lift her about two feet off the ground. But at the same time, I felt my father tighten his grip on my arm. All I could do was smile, I couldn't cry. I was too proud-too proud of my father standing at my side and too proud to be Karen Wilson's senior attendant. -Kristen Frazier