Our Memories of the


Gary Faulstich has some memorabilia of the Graduation:

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Dan Davis remembers some tense moments:

I have always told people I graduated "last in my class", which is literally true. We lined up in height order, tallest in the back row. As I came down to receive my diploma, I could not see my feet due to the robe and the risers were more than a little shaky. I got a little worried, then thought "What if I fall down these stairs with everyone looking at me?!?!" Turns out it must have shown, because that is the first thing my Mother said to me, "Dan, I was afraid you were going to trip coming down the stairs." "Aw, Mom!"


Stich remembers even more serious fears:

My one memory of graduation was when (name redacted) went up to get her diploma, a bunch of us yelled at her to "suck her belly in" since she was pregnant and of course in those days she was not sure they would let her graduate if they knew she was pregnant.


Barry Smith remembers our graduation at the Broadmoor was special:

Ours was the last class to graduate from that old school, and the first I think, to hold our graduation exercises in the then-new International Center in Broadmoor (second year it had opened I think).


Dan Davis was struck by Mrs. Murchison's criticism of the class's processional:

For some strange reason, I remember quite distinctly being a little bemused at Mr. Murchison's haranguing the class for not being able to march to "Pomp and Circumstance" at the commencement rehearsal. We were all in the large hall of the International Center up at the Broadmoor. She was clapping her hands in time to the music and berating us for not keeping time. "Didn't you learn to march in grade school?" she asked with feigned or real incredulity. I had the image of Lucy van Pelt from "Peanuts" marching around the Schroeder's piano with her fist held above her head. A few years later in boot camp, I wished I had paid more attention.


The Class Poet Laureate, Barry Smith, provides Variations on a Theme by Dorothy Stott Shaw:

-----Now That I Am Old-----

Now that I am old,
My sheaves are gently gathered,
And on the ground,
The grass is colored brown.

Some of life's storms,
I've struggled and gotten through,
I'm turning back,
Again to what once was.

I'm going back again,
To Cheyenne Mountain,
Although my heart will
Cross valleys and the seas.

My faith is strong again,
With Cheyenne Mountain,
And with the school that
Means the world and all to me.



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