Class of 1968

Date - August 16th

Where - Youth Museum of Southern WV / 106 Adair Street / Beckley

Time
6:00pm - Registration
7:00pm - Dinner
8:00-12:00pm - Entertainment / DJ

Cost - $80.00 per couple / $40.00 Single

Cash bar will be available.

Make checks payable to: Class of '68 Reunion Committee, PO Box 2338, Beckley, WV 25802-2338

Dress is casual with picnic style format.

Otherwise, I'm still above ground and likin' it.

let me know where you are living!!!!!!!!

Old friends please email. Long time no hear.

I was vey short, petite and very quiet.

I left Beckley in that summer of "68. My parents returned the family to Prestonsburg, KY. I started college at the University of KY, Prestonsburg that fall. I had worked the summer to earn the money for college. I spent two years there. Left KY in August of "70 to marry Trenton Stover ('65), he bacame an accountant we lived in Huntington for a short time. We moved to Point Pleasant in 1972. He now owns his own firm in Point Pleasant.

I continued with college, received my BA in Library Sciene Media K-12 and Art Visual Media, k-12 in 1974 from Marshall University. Began Marshalls' graduate school in the summer of '74. In 1974 I began teaching 5th and 6th grade reading in the Mason Co. school system, I taught there for one year. I was hired as Librarian/Media Specialists at Gallia Academy High School, Gallipolis, OH. I have been here 30 years in the July 7 of "05.

Trenton "Tim" Stover and I divorced in 1976. We had no children. I remarried in 1978 to an engineer from Louisiana. We stayed in Point, he traveled a lot to jobs and he traveled overseas to Iran and Pakistain for E

on-Standard Oil. Upon his return we had one daughter, Lacy, Jan. 29 1981. In his next travels with E

on, he was inspecting a rig for them in Denver CO. when the floor he was walking on gave way. He died on May 5, 1981. After that, I began to pour all of my energy into raising my beautiful daughter and finishing a Masters degree in Education, k-8, May, 1984. In February of 1982, while at my church I met a wounderful man, Jessie R. Hamm, 1st Sgt, 3664th Army National Guard. He was divorced and had two daughters ages 10 and 5. we began seeing each other and fell in love. We married in November of 1984. He adopted my daughter Lacy in 1986. We have a wonderful family, two of our girls have graduated fron WVU one is a teacher and owns her own daycare and the other is an accountant with Holzer Hospitals' new cancer unit. Our youngest, Lacy is becoming a nurse and will be persueing a medical degree. My husband barely missed Dessert Strom by just hours, his unit was ready to pull out when the war ended. This time around, we discovered he had developed a genetic heart disease that his dad died of, and that had caused two of his brother's heart attacks, soooo he wasn't allowed to particiate in Iraq Freedom. (We felt he wasn't missing anything anyway and don't agree with this war either, as we were apposed to the Vietman war too.) They retired him on Feb. 13, 2004. He now loves being retired. He has taken over my household duties, and a better cook than I ever was. We have two very wonderful pets that take up a lot of his time, (canines, a peek-a-poo , Muffin and shitz-tsu, Pete. They love to ride with him in our old restored "57 Chevy and our old '87 Vet. I'm struggling with wheather to retire this year or not, and haven't made up my mind yet.

Would like to hear any information about Ruth Ann Basham, we were best friends in 9th grade but lost that when we went to the new school. Glenna Cline Cole has died Oct. 13, 2004, cancer, another one of my best friends. Are we all 55 now? Keep in touch.

^(^ (angels watching over you) Thanks Jeff for the web site.

Take care, Everette

Cheers and Love to all,
Bambi

Thanks Jeff for the site.

After graduating from WWHS in 1968 I joined the Air Force and spent 20 years traveling around the world living in such places as San Antonio, TX, Biloxi, MS, Rapid City, SD, Bangkok, Thailand, Washington D.C., Ubon, Thailand, Warner Robins, GA, Amsterdam, The Netherlands, Converse, Tx, Honolulu, HI, Ft. Walton Beach, FL. After retiring from the Air Force in 1989 I moved back to Beckley, WV for a short period. Then due to job commitments I moved to King of Prussia, PA in 1992. I finally moved to a place where I wanted to live in 2004 which is Grand Prairie, TX (southwest of Dallas). I was tired of the traffic in the Northeast corridor and the winters in PA. I am divorced and have 3 wonderful children Michele 32, Michael 30, and Daniel 26 which I am proud to say I raised myself. I have a wonderful woman (Kathy) who keeps me in line (yes dear, no dear, right away dear, if you say so dear), 2 dogs and three cats. My website if you are interested is www.miller-it-consulting.com

In June of 1968, I began work at the West Virginia University Computer Center for minimum wage: almost three pay phone calls for each hour of work ($1.40). Teachers in West Virginia were making $6,500 annually, and "minimum wage" seemed like a meal deal to me. The biggest shortcoming was missing a summer with MAC.

{BTW: If 232-84-6933 reads this, I've been stalking you on the internet. Maybe Jeff will reconnect us.}

In August 1968 my college counselor told me that WVU would offer a degree in computer science when I graduated. He was correct. The University offered a Ph. D. in comp sci, and in 1972 I received a B. A. in mathematics and a 2 of Lt in Air Force.

This seemed a little too close to Vietnam to me, and I enrolled at the University of Wisconsin in Madison for graduate work in computer science. Now it seems only a dangling conversation on Sunday evenings when I would listen to Robert File, (John) Bill Gray, Edwin Ratcliffe, and Mike Vaughn discuss how wrong the war was. Everett Pennington of the class of '68 was injured in Vietnam. He didn't attend WWHS, but the name of Louis Rollins is on THAT wall as KIA by small-arms fire. Louis, a graduate of Stratton, joined the USMC rather than be drafted. He also spent many summer afternoons teaching this little boy how to shoot free throws.

Before I finished a master's, the USAF thought my education would benefit more by five years at Wright-Patterson AFB followed by a year at Norton AFB. I was a systems programmer for IBM mainframes all that time. As others have noted on this web page, the next week I completed 20 years of computer-related work for Electronic Data Systems Corp. Yes, I met H. Ross. Even better, I had dinner with his daughter Nancy Perot, who was intelligent and--not that I have anyone to compare her to--gracious and unassuming for an heir to a billion dollars or so.

Now the psychologists out there (in here?) are analyzing the preceding. There's no mention of family, achievements. (My only marriage was 92-98, and I have no children.) There's just a mountaineer of room for reading between the lines. Echo '68 says, "Just when you think tomorrow will never come, it's yesterday." Oh, that's next to someone named Rusty TreAdway. My last name has only one "a."

~Russ

Missed:
George Hubert Moss III would have been class of '68; died '65
Larry Lewis Buchanan, class of '67; died in small plane crash '??

After graduation I went to WVU for a year, but wasn't prepared academically to succeed so I substituted study with music, girls and drugs. I of course was flunking out, so I bought a plane ticket to California and strapped my guitar to my suitcase and set out on a life adventure.

Did you ever hear of the Whiskey-a Go-Go. Dylan was playing there and the car, I and fellow travelers were in, was parked around the corner. My guitar was stolen and my future music career hit the skids. Yeah, right!

We continued up the coast highway and when we passed through Big Sur I decided it was too beatiful to continue on. I got out and set up my sleeping bag on the sea cliffs and enjoyed the great outdoors, although I was very hungry and out of money. I met a man and some teenagers there who would later become a temporary family back in LA.

I continued hitch-hiking to San Francisco and ended up in Berkley right after the anti-war riots. I slept on rooftops, in the park along with various war casualties and at crashpads around the campus. I worked day jobs and got by. The other hippies tried to teach me pan-handling in Haight-Ashbury, but my West Virginia, mountain upbringing wouldn't let me stoop to that. We may not get all our values right, but we have pride don't we?

During a Hari-Krishna festival someone laced the free food with Acid. I stayed high from that for a very long time. Actually it messed up my brain for about month and during that mental fog I hitched to LA and joined my Big Sur new aquaintances.

The man who had the crash pad owned a business in North Hollywood and I worked for him and his partner for 2 years as a printer and office manager. The partner's wife owned a separate business in that office and I also worked for her. She was in the midst of a divorce and was impressed by my tight jeans and independant attitude. I always stood up to her on business decisions.

When I left there I joined the Air Force to continue my education and get work experience. I became an electronics technician which has been the base of my profession ever since. That boss I had back in North Hollywood was named Darline and she followed me to Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi, Mississippi where we were married and have been so for the last 30 years. We both became Christians and devoted our lives to Jesus as lay-servants while I continued my career.

I left the Air Force in 1975 and moved to central California where I took a position as a Science Technician in a community college and I received my degree in Electronics. I stayed at the college for 14 years and spent the last 5 years as the Computer and Audio Visual Services Manager. I resigned from there 11 years ago and my wife and I went in to a full-time self-supported teenagers ministry for the next 3 years. We saw around 300 Tulare, California teenagers put their in faith in Christ and are now enjoying watching them grow and raise families.

In 1993 I joined the workforce again with the Tulare County Office of Education as the manager of the Computer/Audio Visual Repair Depot and I am still there and have added department Network Administrator to my duties.

I have one Step-Daughter, Rhonda, but I left out the step, and raised her as my own. She had one daughter, Misty, who now has three girls and one boy ages 8-months to 7 years. I bet none of you have great-grandchildren yet.

I would like to hear from you and renew old aquaintances.

Your classmate,
Tim