Lincoln Northeast High School

Marjean Larson Gingrich

Thanks Dan! Very interesting, and maybe now the other folks who were in the military or the peace corps will post info about their assignments. That way we will be able to decide where we want to travel during our rapidly approaching old age. My favorite place, for pure beauty, is Victoria, British Columbia. For general interest and education, the Mayan Jungle in Belize.

Charlene Shriner Neely

Hey, let's keep this going, it was such fun to recall old memories and catch up with everyone here and at the reunion.

Tell me your passion, your hobby, what you do just for you and your sanity.

My passion is poetry. I love to share the love of words with school kids and get them turned on to poetry. I love to read poetry, write poetry and promote poetry.

I know Nadine shares this passion. What do you do?

Nadine Turner Jordan

Charlene, I am sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you on Friday and then found out you wouldn't be there on Saturday. Why don't you share some of your poetry on this site. I would enjoy reading it.

I have been thinking about Marjean's question about favorite places to travel. We have traveled to many places in the states including Alaska, three trips to Canada, and Ireland. I loved Kenmare, Ireland, Ketchican, Alaska, but for some reason my favorite place of all is Jasper, British Columbia. It is a small, beautiful town surrounded by mountains. We stayed in the basement of someone's home. It wasn't a bed and breakfast, but we had a locked bedroom, a couple from Nova Scotia had a locked bedroom and we shared a livingroom, TV, coffee pot and mircrowave. We could park our car and walk almost everywhere. Little children were out playing at 9:00 in the evening. It just had such a safe, homey feel.

Nadine Turner Jordan

This is a remembering tool I made up on one of our three car trips across different parts of Canada. Read down in first column to make a verse. On our trip to Alaska one of the places we visited was Whitehorse Canada and learned there was a new province - Nunevit. The tour guide asked if any of us had drank water from the Yukon River, and warned us if we had, it gets into your system and you will have to return. All of their drinking water comes from the river.

CANADIAN PROVINCES 2008

You/ Yukon
Now/ Northwest
Travel/ Territories
Nonchalantly/ Nunevit*
By/ British
Car/ Columbia
And/ Alberta
Suddenly/ Saskatchewan
Mountains/ Manitoba
Overlook/ Ontario
Quiet/ Quebec
Nestled/ New-
Fields/ foundland
Nearby/ New Brunswick
Prince Edward Island/ Prince Edward Island
Nudges/ Nova
Shore/ Scotia

*New province split off from the Northwest Territories

Charlene Shriner Neely

Nadine,

Most of the rhyming poetry that I write is children's nonsense poems. I'll share this one in keeping with the NE theme. It came from the cover picture of the Golden Anniversary publication about NE's 50 years as of 1991. I found the booklet when I was sorting stuff to get ready to move earlier this year and it prompted the poem. Not sure it was me in the picture but I did have a coat like that so took poetic license with it.

Swingin’ the Blues

It was plaid,
a bold plaid of many blues,
cut full and swingy.

The hood and sleeves
were lined with a plush,
warmth of fake fur.

It made me feel
like a medieval maiden
in her flowing cape.

I was the only
girl with a coat like that
in the entire school,

I had forgotten how special
that feeling was until
50 years later.

I opened a year-book
and there I was
striding confidently, alone,

up the school house walk.
My back to the camera,
unaware of the photographer.

Not one thing suggests
my presence there
except

the swing of that coat; its plaid
hood up against the wind,
clearly defined.

The blues lost forever
in that black and white print.

Archie Tautfest

WOW .... Hi everyone.
I'm back. I'm done whining and feeling sorry for myself because I couldn't make it to Lincoln for the reunion.
I'm pleased to read that you who did get to Lincoln had a great time. So,again, Hi everyone.

Sandra you asked about Fugate. here's the answer:

(She was a model prisoner, and was paroled in 1976 after serving eighteen years. She now lives in Lansing, Michigan, and is a retired medical janitor. She never married.)

Archie Tautfest

Thanks Nadine.
It's good to learn something new.
I learned about Nunavut, Canada.
Here's a link to learn more;

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nunavut

Marjean Larson Gingrich

This is supposedly a Mensa game: take a word, remove or change one letter, then define the new word. Remember, the new word does not have to be a word that existed before you made it and defined it.

Example--retaliate becomes metaliate and means, "to cover one's house with aluminum siding.

or

forum become sorum and means "to have a bad hangover from drinking too much booze with coke the night before,


Everyone can play! Let's keep Vern's site going for the next five years or at least as long as we remember who Vern is.

Nadine Turner Jordan

Okay, Marjean, I'll bite just this once. I am lucky to even know what "Mensa" means. But here is my word and description.

forum - sorum - gorum

gorum, pl. gorae - the tary like substance that oozes from a gory monster

Marjean Larson Gingrich

Nadine: two things! First, you don't have to use the previous word--just any word you choose. i.e

gargantuan--garmantuan--An extremely tall example of the human species, i.e Wilt Chamberlain.

Second: my son learned to spell and overcome his learning disability by using techniques like your poem to remember the Canadian provinces. He could not go to school remembering how to spell one word, but he could remember twenty sentences with the first letter of each word actually spelling the word he needed. i.e.

spelling word=olive

sentence--old ladies in veils evade

He went from F's to A's in spelling when we discovered this technique.

Actually, I used something like this to remember the stages of cell mitosis: I P ON THE P MAT= interphase, prophase, onaphase metaphase, and prometaphase.

Dan Michaelson

Does anyone remember the acronym for the colors of the rainbow? ROYGBIV. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. By the way, the word violet has for many years qualified for Marjean's game. Add an N to get violent.
I like typewriter goes to trypewriter for those boring exercises we used to do for Mrs. Richards. Of course now I can see the value of the exercises, and wish I had paid more attenton to them.
In music theory we learned about musical modes. Modal scales, i.e. C to C in the key of C is the Ionian mode. From D to D in the key of C is the Dorian mode, and so on. The modes in order are Ionian, Dorian, Phrygian, Lydian, Mixolydian, Aeolian, and Lochrian. The saying we use to remember them is: I Don't PHreeze Le-Mon-Ade Long. And remember the lines and spaces of the treble clef staff, e,g,b,d,f, Every good boy dooes fine, and the spaces f,a,c,e spells face. Bass clef is similar, lines being g,b,d,f,a Good boys do fine always, and spaces a,c,e,g, All cows eat grass. Mr. Fowler said that in this modern age we should change that to All cars eat gas. However, we have gone beyond modern with the advent of alternative fuels.

Nadine Turner Jordan

Dan, I remember ROYGBIV, but it was my seven year old granddaughter who told me I started to colors of the rainbow in backwards order. I thought surely she must be wrong, but she was right. I started with red on the inside bottom and it is the uppermost outside edge color.

My husband learned Men Very Early Made Jars Since U Need Pickles for the planets. Mercury Venus Earth Mars Jupiter Saturn Uranus Neptune and Pluto, but now I think Pluto is out so the saying doesn't make much sense.

In physiology I learned On Old Olympus' Towering Tops a Fin and German Made Some Hopps. It is the cranial nerves. Unfortunately I only remember the saying and not the nerves.

One of my other granddaughters was taught in music that the bass clef is Good Boys Deserve Fudge Also. Sounds yummy to me.

Marjean Larson Gingrich

How about the seven deadly sins: GLESPAC greed, lust, envy, sloth, pride, avarice, and covetness


more mensa words: candle becomes cadle--noun, old Kentucky idiomatic term for a place to put the baby

pretend becomes prelend--verb, to give cash as an alleged gift, and then request its return

Charlene Shriner Neely

Hi,

I do hope we can keep this up, I have enjoyed hearing from all of you.

I'll add this memory of Christmas, I think it was 1952. How many of you remember Max Courtney, who drove a bus in Lincoln often on the Uni or Bethany routes.

A Christmas Memory

This was the Christmas I was to help Santa.
I was eleven and still sort of believed.
Dad kept most of the packages at the store
to bring home on Christmas Eve.

For two years it had been my job to keep the eyes
and noses of my younger siblings occupied
allowing Santa a chance to stash his packages
back porch under the shelf of pies.

This year I stayed up late to help wrap
the presents and put them under the tree.
A lovely Christmas snow had started earlier
shortly after three,

leaving roads blocked.
The bus that Dad rode every night
made it a over half-way
before becoming stuck tight.

Dad called from a nearby house
to say they would wait
for another bus to be dispatched;
they were alright, just a little late.

The radio announcer kept talking of buses
and cars stuck and all traffic impossible.
Then he announced that no more plows would go out.
Roads were impassible.

The stranded bus passengers were taken
into homes and given some cheer
but I was beginning to worry about Santa.
After all, he was my responsibility this year.

With nary another bus
nor a tow truck in sight
most passengers decided to walk home
that snowy night.

The snow was letting up
but there were some pretty deep drifts
and it was icy under-foot.
They couldn’t carry their gifts.

Dad had nearly a mile to go
on dark, unlit streets.
So home came a cold Santa
without any presents or sweets.

Dad was home safe. The little ones
all came down to kiss him goodnight,
then Dad, Mom and I sat by the stove
drinking hot chocolate by candle light.

He told us how he had left ‘Christmas’
on the bus. But not to pout,
Max, the driver on that run,
said that when the bus was pulled out

he would get his trusty jeep
which could go anywhere in any snow,
And deliver ‘Christmas’ to everyone’s door
as fast as he could go.

It would surely be late morning
at the very earliest.
Just after mid-night when everyone
had settled down for a quick little rest

when Max arrived at our door.
Santa had never looked so good!
He should have been home warming
his feet by the fire, that he should.

But he was determined to give the
passengers from his bus
a Merry Christmas.

Dan Michaelson

A sad note, I saw in this morning's Lincoln Journal-Star that Lance D. Willet (our Lanny Willet) has died. He is survived by his wife of 43 years, Roberta, Daughter Beth and son Steve. He is also survived by his brother Larry.

Marjean Larson Gingrich

I was sad to see Lanny's obituary. I remember him as being so cute. I think he was one of the first people I met when the Havelock kids transferred to Northeast in the eighth grade. I remember that he was planning to come to our reunion, even though he didn't graduate with us. It is interesting how many kids who went to school with us for a few years and then moved away, remember the LNE class of 59 their true classmates. I think that is a tribute to all of us.

To all of you who made donations to the Lincoln Public Schools Foundation--I can't mail the checks until I get a cashier's check for the cash I received. Howsumever, soon after I returned from Lincoln, I started a new job and physical therapy for my back. I love the job, but yesterday and today my back has been terrible. So, I haven't had time on a Saturday morning to get to the bank to get the cashiers check. But, I promise to do it before the end of the year so you can use your donation on this year's tax return. Sorry I have been so slow, but wanted you all (or as we say here "all you all" know that I didn't abscound with your money and run off to some exotic spot. My love to all you all, Marjean

Charlene Shriner Neely

Merry Christmas to all!

Here's to the past and all our wonderful memories and to the future may we all meet again.

Marjean Larson Gingrich

I think our next reunion should be at least a week long. So sorry to hear about Pete. He was a good guy and lots of fun.

Roger Remter, who moved to Eagle in 11th grade, and therefore did not graduate with us, is another one like Lanny Willet who considered LNE his true alumni group. He and his wife Betty stopped in Chattanooga on their way to visit Roger's daughter for Christmas. He called me in advance, so we were able to meet for dinner one night. I'm afraid his wife didn't enjoy it much because she had recently had an ochular implant, and the background noise was very bothersome. If I had known, I would have chosen a restaurant more likely to be quiet, But Roger and I had lots of Havelock memories to recall, including the back row of the Joyo Theatre. Reynold, I guess we were there to keep you company.

I have a great new job that I really enjoy. I am Program Manager hired by Goodwill to develop a mentoring program for disabled 16 and 17 year olds. Our objectives are to help them look at career possibilities and pick a post secondary school where they could pursue that career. We hope for 100 kids in two years, which will mean field trips to hospitals, veternarians, restaurants, and retail stores. I have to find two people to hire in the next two weeks. Not as easy as it should be in this economy.

Took all three of my daschunds to the vet this morning (one at a time) for their annual check ups and shots, so now it is time for the grocery store and then a nap

What do you think? 2014 in Hawaii or maybe on a cruise ship. Love all you all, Marjean

Marjean Larson Gingrich

Great news! Gary Ackerman is alive and well on Classmates.com.

Carol Geerdes Kossack

It must be a different Gary Ackerman. Our Gary died in 2005 and I went to his funeral.

Marjean Larson Gingrich

Classmates,com shows a picture and says he graduated from Mortheast in 1959. I sent a note,let's see what happens, If it is a hoax,it is a cruel one, There is a picture on Classmates.com. mj

Marjean Larson Gingrich

Carol: I'll take your word for it,but I don't drink or do drugs, but I swear that yesterday when I opened Classmates.com after receiving a notice that Lois Pape had joined,there was a picture of a guy,who resembled Ron Converse, and the profile said "age 68, Lincoln Northeast High School, Classof 1959."Today it is not there, so it must have been some kind of hoax. If it shows up again, I'll let you know. mj

Marjean Larson Gingrich

Yesterday, again when I opened the e-mail about Lois Pape, it directed me to Classmates.com. There was a list of people who went to school with Lois, and one of them was Gary Ackerman. When I clicked on his name there was photo and answers to the standard questions. Maybe Gary joined before his death and they never remove them. It kind of freaks me out.

Carol Geerdes Kossack

Just wanted to update all of you on Janice Monk Holady. She has still been taking regular chemo treatments but last Thursday they discovered she had broken the upper thigh bone in her left leg which connects to the hip socket. She had surgery yesterday and the surgery was a success but the chemo treatments will be delayed as she will need all her strength for physical therapy from
the surgery. Thought we could "shower" her with
Get Well Cards - Please pass this on.
Jan's address is:
Jan Holady
2539 E. Geneva Drive
Tempe, AZ 85282

Thanks! Carol

Marjean Larson Gingrich

Thank you to whoever has been adding information about our departed classmates. The information about
Cliff Welding brought tears to my eyes. The photo of him as an Army officer in the memory book Carol made reminded me, as did his senior picture, what a beautiful young man he was. Seeing him always reminds me of Kay Webster Boese, which also makes me so sad. They truly did have two wonderful sons together.

I am still so proud to have been classmates with all of you who might read this, and the all too many we have lost.

JAN MONK--Hang in there, kiddo. Do you remember the day we were walking home from school, and you told me my mother wouldn't know you from Adam, and I said, that she would because Adam didn't have a navel, and you probably did. Ironically, I now have a fake navel, created by a surgeon.