Wilson Memorial High School - Hornets Nest Yearbook (Fishersville, VA)

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Franklin Zimmerman takes a shot as a forward on the first Wilson basketball team. Betty and Hampton May, 1959 and 1955 graduates of Wilson, strike a pose then and now. Frances V. Braden, class of ’48, is the mother of Donna Braden, class of ’78. ' The 1948 FFA Degree Team won championship honors at Blacksburg. They are front row left to right: Henderson, — Marks, Molheffer. Back row: Wilson, Frank, Wenger, Shewey, F. Shewey, and Gwen. Mr. Moger receives a farewell gift from Mr. Wenger when Mr. Wenger served Wilson as faculty chairman. 6 Participants Guy Rowzie is representative of the class of °78 with his hair length, blue jean jacket, belt buckle, and books carried at the hip. It was strange how during 5 years you become accustomed to getting up at 7:00 every morning and going to 55 minute classes, breaking for lunch, learning, craming, and hoping that the 3:00 bell would soon ring. Then suddenly you realize that now your way of life is go- ing to change. All of the heartaches and heartbreaks you suffered through, along with your good times, and the love you sometimes found, become just an essence of high school years. Then to just stop and have to walk away from it all, seemed like a part of your life you’d always remember. And it was hard to leave behind.

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a OO. BP aaa aes EE LSS Thinking back to a time of a little over four years ago, we can all vaguely remem- ber our first day at Wilson. Our biggest worry then was not to get lost in the maze of halls. Almost all of us felt out of place at this ‘‘strange, unfamiliar setting’? and we tried to cling to our close friends, but in- evitably they had to go their separate ways. As the first year wore on, we began to feel comfortable with our new roles at Wilson, and we even had a sense of belonging. However, when we got back from our short summer vacation, we felt threatened by all those ‘immature’ Eighth graders who were running around. Nevertheless, we adjusted to this problem and all the other “complex” problems as Freshmen moved on to our third year of High School. The Sophomore year at Wilson for us was the starting point of our slow tranfor- mation into adulthood. Many of us were receiving our licenses and getting more in- volved in school affairs. We even began to think about our futures once we graduated, but that ‘‘day of freedom’ seemed so darn far away. As Juniors, we began to get a slight taste of the real world and to become more aware of the many problems. Many of us were getting jobs and our parents had loosened their hold on us a little bit. As Pre-Seniors, we had made many new friends during our four years at Wilson, many of whom were Seniors. Finally, we were Seniors. It seemed kind of strange, that first day of our fifth year when the people who we went to school with for four years were gone. We had attained that position which we had desired for eleven years. To many of us, being a Senior fell short of our expectations. We all felt a little insecure about which direction we will go in when we graduate. We also knew that in June we would be on our own in this “strange and unfamiliar world.” Upon graduation, our classmates, people we have been together with all our lives, would inevitably go their own way. We would see very little of each other and when we did visit the school, it just wouldn’t be the same. We all hope that we have left our marks as ‘‘Hornets” and that we can hold our heads high as the 30th graduating class at Wilson Memorial High School. By Mark Johns, Vice-President of the Class of ’78. and halls. The school today, built in 1970, is, one building consisting of many different rooms Theme 5

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