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| Stories of Jean - 11 |
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05/04/05
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Maybe we could all post stories of Jean from her "storied youth". Her family might appreciate reading our memories of her.
My favorite story was the Sunday we were out "riding" (in our cars, not our horses!) and we decided to drive up to Gov Stanley's home in Bassett. I am not sure who was with us but I think it was Judy Crews and maybe someone else.
Well, I told everyone that Gov. Stanley had been a friend of our family and I was sure if we went to the door and I announced who I was that we would get a tour. No one else would walk with me to the house but Jean, of course! We knocked and Mrs. Stanley came to the door and I announced who we were and that we wanted a tour. Mrs. Stanley invited us in and expalined that they were getting ready for an extended tour of Europe and showed us how all of the furniture was already covered.
By the time I got home Mrs. Stanly had already called my father!
There many more stories to be shared so let's remember her by our shared memories. As long as we have our memories she will still be with us!
Everyone try to come to the all class reunion in October.
Love to you all!
Live life well and take advantage of each day! |
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| 05/08/05
Ken Wilson
(1964)
kenwilson@sitestar.net
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| Re: Stories of Jean |
There are so many Jean stories, I don't know where to start. I first met Jean when we were in 8th grade, JV Band. We were getting on a bus to go to a parade or concert...I can't really remember. I got on the bus, found a seat and Tom Graves approached me and said "You can't sit there...all rookies had to sit in the back of the bus." Naturally, I refused. Tom threatended to force me to the back of the bus and, along with the other gestapo band member, they were going to initiate me.....Out of nowhere, Jean appeared, holding her clarinet, and said, " Leave him alone, Why don't you go to the back of the bus... excuse me this is my seat." She sat down beside me. Looking around, Tom Graves realized he had made a fool of himself.
I refuse to think of Jean as gone from us. I can't....She was one of those special people you never forget and never let go. I don't tear up very often, but this time is different. |
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