By Grace Tague Parsons Brown, Gorin High School Class of 1943
I started to high school in the fall of 1939. My brothers, Weldon and Don (Buck) Tague, and I walked a mile and three fourth to the country school where we had attended for eight years. We were picked up by Jim Kraus in his car. Others he picked up were Russell Kraus, Harley Erickson and Virginia Daniels. This was the first bus service for Gorin High School.
We entered the red brick building at the east ground floor, went down the hall past the water fountain under the inside stairs and up to the study hall.
Curtis D. Morlan came in when the bell rang and took the role. He sat at a desk on the raised platform at the east end of the study hall. I remember he lived just across the road, north from the school building. Later, I lived in that house for about forty-five years. He also taught science, math and agriculture. Soon we freshmen lined up to get the books we would need. During my junior and senior years, I learned how to type on a Royal typewriter. I helped type the stencils from which the school paper Hilltop Highlights, were printed.
Goldie Maddox was my freshman English teacher. She asked some of us girls to make a cake for St. Patrick’s Day. The only specifications I remember was the cake should be two inches high. I made my cake and it was as specified. I was a happy girl!!
I remember a couple of girls boxing in the science rooms. I didn’t try that.
The girls ate their lunch in the English room. Then we stayed there and listened to Ilene Findley play the piano.
The last hour of the day was basketball practice for the girls. Yes, we played on the dirt court. I sure did root for the Gorin Bull Dogs. The next day I would be unable to talk.
Callie Swearingen and I played ping-pong on the table at the west end of the study hall.
Soon after school started the students went to an assembly in the stucco building. The upper classes sang, “Little Green Freshmen How Do You Do” and we green freshmen echoed back, “Hello Hello.”
I helped the fellows register for the draft. Type-writers had been taken down town to the Gorin Civics Hall one Saturday. Everyone in typing class had a shift to work.
It had rained a lot in 1943 at graduation time. Several parents didn’t attend due to the muddy roads.
We missed getting a trip our senior year because of the war.
The day after we graduated, we went to school and took lots of pictures.