Our Memories of our

Early Years

 

Raye Smith Wilson contributes this old photo from Kindergarten. She remembers the kindergarten building as being on the grounds where the original high school and elementary school were, but it may have been across the street. Dr. Lloyd “Pappy” Shaw was the principal at that time. She remembers trips to the Nature Preserve, the Christmas play, “The Littlest Wiseman”, and a wonderful, not-so-safe in today’s culture, playground. There were several Indian paintings scattered through the school and, of course, the statue of the Indian on horseback in the high school. There was quite a doll collection. There apparently was also a kiva located at the west end of the activity field which was a replica of a real one. She doesn’t remember it, but her brother (eight years older) does. Note: a kiva is a circular ceremonial room found in Southwestern pueblos.

Raye Smith's Kindergarten
Click on Photo to See the Names we Have so Far

Any of you who were in Cheyenne Schools from K through 12 are welcome to let Raye
or Dan Davis know if you are in this photo. Please tell us which one you are and
please help us identify anybody else in the photo you remember.
Raye is third from the left, in the front row of the girls.

 

 

Donna Johnson has attended from Kindergarten through High School. Here are some of her old photos. How many faces can you identify?

Below: Names and Picture from 2nd Grade

Donna Johnson's 2nd  Grade

 

Top Picture below is Mrs. Mitchell's 5th Grade Class

Bottom Picture is from the '60 or '61 Powder Puff Football Team

Donna Johnson's Old Photos

 

Barry Smith came from Skyway Elementary and he remembers:

Skyway grade school, 1956-57 - (first year it opened): A very obviously pregnant Mrs. Craig was our teacher. She lived over on 8th street in that stone house that was up on a small hill - it overlooked the street and metal culvert that ran under the street, where we all went with of BB guns to see how many frogs we could shoot. (We thought we were big game hunters in those days). Unfortunately most of our class was more intent on entertaining ourselves with laughter and merriment, than we were in learning anything. Because Mrs. Craig at times was given to crying in the classroom, we thought it would be all the more fun to see how much we could get away with. Often she would go down to the Principal's office and bring him back - and he would tone us down for a few moments and then we were back at it. So one day one of our more illustrious class members was especially giving Mrs. Craig a hard time, and she decided as a punishment, to make him the teacher. She demanded he sit at her teacher's desk, and teach, while she sat in his small desk. This immediately took our 6th grade "student teacher" aback, and for a time he was frozen in time, but Mrs. Craig persisted, and finally our class member opened up her book and proceeded to teach us. I believe it was something to do with the Civil War. After a good 20 minutes Mrs. Craig took pity on him and let him return to his desk, adding he had done a good job (we thought so too). So who can remember who our peer teacher was?

And this from Barry Smith's Junior High experiences:

Sock Hops. These were very popular when I arrived on the 7th grade scene. Freshly out of the 6th grade, I had never seen any kids even close to my age, in such tight embraces, as they danced to those stacks of 45's that were so popular back then. Suddenly I felt as though I was just a hair's breadth away from being a full fledged adult myself. Speaking of dances, have any class members been back to Cheyenne's Homecoming dances (post graduation)?

Mrs. Fonte - 7th grade - Colorado History for one semester and Conservation (we beat the ecology craze by at least a decade) for one semester. Judging from her accent she might have been from Oklahoma. In addition, she had a rather Satchmo-like gravely voice. She demonstrated that a "rumor" started at one end of our class, soon changed by the time it got to the other side. Susan Felt was in my class, and I think Chuck Armstrong too. There was something about new, and used textbooks - half the class got the red books, the other half, got something else.

The girls took Home Ec and the boys took Mechanical Drawing and Shop;

Mr. Huth: Shop teacher - required class for Jr. High boys. Remember one day we all had to bring something from home to be repaired/reconditioned. Remember who was re-finishing his skis (ALL wood back in those days), and a bit of the varnish remover got flecked up in his eyes which hurt like hell, and caused him to yell loudly, while jumping up and down. Mr. Huth hurriedly got him to our school nurse in time, and fortunately, ____'s eyes were OK.

Then, same class, we had belt sander races by a different class member who officiated when Mr. Huth was out of the room. Our peer official had a full beard even then, and pretty much looked like Santa Claus, except for the long hair. Remember who?

Miss Morrow: Somewhat older English teacher in 7th grade. She was stern, stout, very formal, most strict, wore those dark blue granny dresses with those utilitarian heavy black shoes, and taught us English like we were all Shakespearean scholars at Oxford. Seems like she never married. Didn't she have a twin sister also teaching something at Cheyenne?

Pop Evans (Mr. Evans): Math teacher, very jolly. Went out of his way to provide advanced math homework and instruction for those gifted in math - all before the PC "gifted classes," came on the scene. Told us a story about how when he was "young & foolish," he had sent his wife an engagement ring in the mail, and how it never got there....

Mrs. Slocum: Math teacher. Tall, thin, but what else? Anyone remember?

Mr. Sinclair: 7th grade English. He explained how he had calculated the exact distance between his home, and our school - something to do with mileage allowance, depreciation or some such.

Dan Bernheim has several really excellent vintage class photos, with small copies below and full sized copies on his Photo Page.

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51-52      Hockey

 

Andy Love reminisces about early days in Cheyenne Schools:

I must admit that, although I still think of Colorado Springs and the Broadmoor as home, having left Cheyenne after 8th grade, I missed a lot of connections and bonding that occurs as the teenage years evolve. As I look through all of the photos I find very few I recognize.

The memories of names and faces may be dim but the memories of Cheyenne School are bright. I recall kindergarten in the little pink building with the cheap mural of Custer’s Last Stand on the wall, the milk and cookies that curdled on the old iron radiators and being back in that building for the first half of 6th grade while we were waiting for what is now called Broadmoor Elementary to open.

I remember shop and making worthless but pleasing things out of wood, recess on that (what seemed then to be) vast field to the west of the school buildings. I remember Mrs. Christiansen working in the cafeteria and how wonderful the chocolate pancakes tasted. I had Mrs. Morrow for some portion of 6th grade and recall that she taught my older brother, my mother and my father.

Lloyd Shaw was a legend at the school as the principal and he was responsible for encouraging my dad to go to college and, then, on to law school. If I’m correct, his successor was Mr. Strickler. My memory was that he was pretty strict. I certainly needed it about that point. I do miss the old building with its wood floors and stairs that had been varnished so many times that they were almost black.


Barry Smith remembers stories of Pappy Shaw and Navajo sand paintings in our old gym::

These were a few years before my time at Cheyenne, but I heard about them. Pappy Shaw (I think) arranged for a Navajo artist to come to our school with various colored sands. These would then be systematically sprinkled on the entire gym floor so as to make some sort of scene - don't know what. Anyone know/remember? Then the next day the whole gym was for looking at only. Then the following day the Navajo artist came back and swept up the whole thing, thus obliterating the sand painting, and mixing all the colored sands together, rendering them useless for another sand painting.


Karen Gund Johnston and Gary Faulstich teamed up to remember a legacy of the Shaws, a poem/song sung to the tune of The Londonderry Air:

 

When I Am Old

When I am old
And all my sheaves are gathered,
And 'neath my feet
No more the grass is green,

When all the storms
Of life are safely weathered,
I will turn back
Again to what has been.

I will come back again
To Cheyenne Mountain,
Although my heart must
Cross the widest sea,

I will keep faith again,
With Cheyenne Mountain,
And with the school that
Meant the world and all to me.

- DOROTHY STOTT SHAW


Doug Bond has a couple of recollections from second grade:

Does anyone remember "medicine ball?" In grade school, before the Cañon School was built, I remember playing this game -as I recall, the only rule was that there were no rules - the idea was to get a fairly heavy, big irregular leather ball-like thing, any way you could, to the other end of the field, which was in front of the old kindergarten building. Also, across the street was the Nature Preserve, which had a big round mill like structure, a log Scout House, a red rock amphitheater, the creek to build dams in, and a quite fascinating maze of paths to explore.

Cheyenne Memories from Torry Krutzke:

My earliest memory is from September 1949. Kindergarten and Mrs. Johnson. There were about 20 of us, all gathered in the small southwest style building that sat next to Cheyenne Road a hundred feet or so south of the elementary building. Several parents stayed for an hour or so to allay the fears of their children. Mrs. Johnson very quickly had all the students engaged and relaxed. She was a very nurturing person and adored by all her students.

In first grade we moved into the elementary building. It had a long hallway running north and south flanked on each side by classrooms. The hallway intersected on the north with another hallway that ran from the junior high/high school building on the east to the gym on the west. One of the most impressive things in this hall way was a massive doll collection that had been donated to the school. It occupied a very large wood and glass case that dominated the hallway and as we passed it on the way to the cafeteria our teachers always admonished us to not touch the glass and leave fingerprints. I have a lot of good memories of being in that building. Johnny Simon, Clark Russell, Ronnie Pinnelo, Gery Bensberg and I spent a lot of recesses along the irrigation ditch that formed the boarder between the school grounds and Cheyenne Blvd. This ditch, which also ran through Ronnie Pinello’s property, was a great draw for us, especially when it had water in it.

Torry's @nd Grade Class

I have submitted a picture of the 2nd Grade Class, taken at the Nature Preserve. I can not name all of the students, but boys from the left that I know, are no. 3, Clark Russell, 4 is Johnny Simon, 6 is myself, 10 is Ronnie Pinello and 11, Gery Bensberg. For girls, the only one I think I recognize is 6th from the left, Taffy Gray?

I remember our class took a few really interesting field trips, The most memorable for me were to the Sinton Dairy bottling plant trip, which was arranged by Taffy Gray’s parents, and the visit to KKTV, which we did several times, and was arranged by Clark Russell’s dad who owned the station.

If I recall correctly, we were in the old grade school through the first half of fourth grade before moving over to the new grade school across Cheyenne Road. Everyone was impressed with the new school. Cheyenne Creek, which flowed through the back of the schoolyard, and the remnants of the nature preserve were always inviting. A numbed of us occasionally rode our bikes to 8th Street and Cut-A-Corner for lunch, an activity that continued into junior high.

In junior high, Barry Smith and I became fast friends. We shared a lot of classes together, and, when he acquired his moped, it provided transportation for us all over town. In 1959 I left Cheyenne to attend the Abbey in Canon City, but stayed close to my Cheyenne friends. Over vacations and the summers, Barry, Charley Neely and I spent some good times together, especially after Barry received his driver’s license and the use of his mother’s car. We used to have a great time on snowy days with one of us driving the car and the other two being pulled along the snowy road by hanging on to the bumper. One time we were skidding along Milky Way in front of Skyway Elementary when Barry took a sharp turn down Venus Drive and my feet hit a bare spot that sent me tumbling into someone’s front yard and left Barry and Charley laughing their heads off.

The most memorable teachers, for me were Miss Lilly, who encouraged and fostered my interest in science and Mr. Patterson, who liked airplanes and who’s encouragement led to my getting a pilots license.

Growing up in Cheyenne Canyon and attending Cheyenne Mountain provided lasting memories. I look forward to the reunion and the opportunity to reconnect with so many people and revisit the great times we had.

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