Personal: While Shorewood and Maple Bluff kids had parents who came to get them or buses to catch, I walked up to Linden Drive straight to the backside of Bascom Hill, up and over the Hill , down to Langdon Street, past the Memorial Union (erected in ‘28) and then took the Lake Mendota shore line to my home on N. Frances St, next to the Delta Upsilon Fraternity house. I did that each winter, fall and spring for six years.

School Memories:
Larry Everard (the art teacher) came to visit me in Paris, France in the winter of 1961. He gave me a brass bell as a gift.

I remember Miss Woodward (librarian) asking me to watch the desk, while she went to the basement (furnace room) for a “ciggy”

I remember Miss Weightman and her Latin phrase, “Tabula rasa” (clean slate) which she told us we had at every new semester.

I remember Miss Truenfels (algebra and geometry), who made math simple for me.

I remember Mr. Wessels (science). At a birthday party for his daughter Lelani, he took the party group out into the dark night and pointed out all the constellations in the winter sky.

Lastly my favorite teacher was 9th grade Biology (Mr. Follensbee), who taught the classifications with such zest that it was fun.

I especially loved the Christmas assemblies. We walked across the street to a building that held a huge hall. I remember walking home in snow drifts and thinking how lucky we were to have the schooling we did. WHS embraced the arts as well as the hard core studies. We had home economics, sewing, cooking and the fine arts, jewelry making, a metal box, a wooden candy dish I still have. And I remember winning a years tuition because of an oil painting, judged by Prof Zingali at the UW art school.
Such a marvelous education we all had!