When my daughter picked me up from the airport in Frankfurt, it had been 35 years since I had last been at that airport. Although, she & her husband lived quite a distance from Frankfurt, I had her drive me to FHS. It took a little while to find it. So much had changed, but the flood of memories that washed over me was overwhelming.

The first time I had faced that front door, there was 3 feet of snow on the ground and it had taken the bus over two hours to get to school from Darmstadt. I was a freshman and totally terrified! The entry vestibule had couches then and there was an unspoken rule that only Seniors were allowed to hang out there. At that time there was only 450 students and the school consisted of the main building, the dorms, and the football field.

My freshman year was pretty uneventful, but I tried to fit in with all of the kids from everywhere imaginable. Me with my socks rolled down and everyone else in bobby socks. I was from California and thought I was cool until I got there!

I remember singing with the Melloteens. And what a blast, being one of the four very first majorettes to march in the volksfest parade!!! Boy was the local population suprised! Short skirts and snow..somehow it worked. At least we made all of the German papers!

I remember with such sadness when Rick Oglesby drowned with his friend. Rick was a friend to everyone.

And we even had our bomb scare when one of our more brilliant students called in a bomb threat and we all spent one of our final days at the theater.

How about when Jack Friel, the AFN disk-jocky, that brought back hoola hoops and "In the Still of the Night". we had him play it all night.

The only bad memory, was saying goodbye to all of my friends and especially to my "bill".

I guess it all sounds pretty sentimental, but there is nothing like a brat and nothing like all of the experiences we share. even at my age, all the memories are like yesterday.

So here's to all the good times, bowling with elvis, stealing the cable car, dancing at the sock hop, cheering at the football games, silver city, drinking too much beer (and throwing up) and to all the rest of the good memories.

Goodbye FHS!

Thanks for your interest in my memories.

Becky