Retired from Bakery ownership in Stoughton, WI. Beverly oversaw the financial and legal at 2 bakery locations. Never used her Medical Technology degree. In spare time, cross-country skiing, golfing, meeting with friends over coffee or a glass of wine and studying the Bible together.

Memories about deceased members, teachers:
Barb Lemon died so young. Our friendship blossomed more in college days as we sat around the Rat and discussed the meaning of life with all of us pseudo-intellectuals. She seemed to understand my search for answers and tolerate all of the words that we kept spewing out.

Ann Elkow died a few years ago. In high school, she and I were part of that very special group of kids with divorced parents. Ann didn’t seem to get into as much trouble as I did though. Her home was always a very welcoming place. Ann and I practiced smoking together, I hope it wasn’t lung cancer that killed her.

Memories of special events/occurrences, Marty’s was the before and after school hang-out. How did they put up with us? We bought our cherry cokes, loosened the tops of salt shakers, occupied booths forever. Going there was a coming of age ritual. I think that most parents were a bit nervous about that. They should have saved their worries for the Badger Tavern. Remember, some of us had false ID cards? We would go to the Badger for lunch or after school or after games or just to hang out. The friendly bartenders always had time to listen to a sad story.

I remember the lunch time journeys to Rennes for candy bars. Somehow we persuaded those collegiate clerks that if candy bars were 6/25c that we could buy 3 for 10c. How did we do that? We have lost those fine skills of debate.

Our senior year we pulled off the senior skip day, first time in seven years as I recall. We all met at the Union, if, what was it, 90% of the class showed, we would go ahead with it. We knew that we needed a large number of kids. The school couldn’t expel the whole senior class. We had a few kids who called in sick and stayed home, a couple of kids walked the silent halls at school but the majority of us went to Gary Castiglione’s in the morning and my sister’s home in the afternoon. We had rules, no drinking, riding around in cars…, we called the radio station, we had a dress-up day the following day, and our punishment was an 8 hour study hall on Saturday. Awesome, we had reports written and assignments done weeks in advance.

Tom Stafford was forever trying to charm our young English teacher with her hair in the tight bun, what was her name? (Ms. Patton)

The girls gym was on the 4th floor, exercise was just getting there. Volleyball was a bit challenging with all of those rafters. But then we had our girls rules, two hits a person. And basketball had girls rules too, guards and forwards, we were incapable of running the full floor as I recall.

Some of us non-Latin lovers, got to take Russian language on the hill. That and Russian History Class were in response to the success of Sputnik. Remember our idioms of the week? I can still quote some of them.

Tri-Hi, the famous girl’s sorority. As I recall the important part was getting asked to join, but I don’t recall anything about what the club did.

The Italian Village on State Street was a dinner place for special events or was that a college place? (We went there lots in HS Bev.)

The Regents Scholar Tests, was it just for prestige? I think that we had the awards ceremony in the Memorial Union Theatre. Graduation was there, and what else? Football at Breese Stevens Field and basketball games in the Fieldhouse. We had big venues for such a little school.