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08/21/20 10:26 AM #1149    

 

Tom Brody (1969)

This is to respectfully submit an answer to Question #12 (Comment No. 1148), "If you could go back in time, and re-live one hour during your years at Pacific High School, which hour would you choose?"   Well, this is a tough question, since I did not participate in any plays, musicals, or athletics at Pacific.   My answer is this - - - the hour that my rock'n'roll band performed at a school dance in the cafeteria in Pacific.  The band was led by the Johnese brothers, Drew and Randy.  The only thing I remember is the final moment of the school dance when the lights got switched on.  It was a coincidence that at the moment that the lights went on, I had just concluded a scorching-hot psychedelic guitar solo.   Here is a "happy minute" that I would enjoy reliving.   This is from French class, taught by SOPHIA VLAMIS.  The previous year, we had Sheila "Stupid" Smart for French.  Miss Vlamis did a good job at repairing the academic damage and mental damage that Sheila "Stupid" Smart had inflicted upon us.   At one point, Miss Vlamis asked the class, "What does the word feuile mean?"   Then, Miss Vlamis provided a hint, and she started humming Autumn Leaves (a jazz standard).   At the time, I was taking guitar lessons at Music Unlimited on East 14th Street, and they taught me the chords to Autumn Leaves.  Because of this, I recognized the tune and so I answered, "Feuile means leaf."

Okay, regarding hours that I want most to re-live, none of my most cherished hours are from Pacific.  The hours that I want to re-live the most are from my 3 years performing with a clogging group.   Photos of us are posted on YELP:   AT KAHOKA   https://www.yelp.com/biz/clark-county-fair-kahoka    AT MOUNT CARROLL   https://www.yelp.com/biz/campbell-center-for-historic-preservation-studies-mount-carroll    AT CAVE OF THE MOUNDS  https://www.yelp.com/biz/cave-of-the-mounds-blue-mounds   AT STATE CAPITOL   https://www.yelp.com/biz/wisconsin-state-capitol-madison-2


08/21/20 11:39 AM #1150    

 

Ruth Moore (Wilder) (1964)

Question#12 I would relive going to a dance with Joe Ferreira  I love to dance and I always loved dancing with him  

 


08/21/20 05:18 PM #1151    

 

Bruce Nunley (1965)

So resumes the telling of the tale of the return to glory of the Pacific High School Vikings (for those of you who do not know what the hell I'm talking about please peruse the previous chapters of this story to make yourself familiar). To better prepare oursevles for the assault on the shopping center at Christmas time we must in advance gather information on the weak chinks in the defenses of the shopping stores. Candy has volunteered to do reconnaissance in the Autumn as that is when she is at her best. She must be diligent and strong as to not be tempted by the great sales on merchandise that the stores might offer to try to recruit her to their side. When the assault commences at Christmas time to take back our lands, utilizing the deatailed info that Candy has gleaned from her excursion into enemy territory, Vincent will lead the mechanized handicap scooters cavalry to breach the shopping store's fortifications. Having vanquished our enemy, unlike the San Leandro High School Pirates who, being dastardly pirates that they are, would pillage and plunder the citizens of the shopping center but we Vikings, being kind, good hearted and noble, would grant the store employees their freedom and have them join in our victory feast (after all, this all takes place at Christmas time and the holidays are best known for feasting... for those who are concerned about what to eat, there are plenty of restaurants in this shopping center to satisfy everyones proclivities. And all about the land, one and all will know of us Vikings forever more. And so concludes our tale of the glory of the Pacific High School Vikings from days of yore to the present and everyone shall live happily ever after as every good tale should end.


08/21/20 10:03 PM #1152    

 

Tom Brody (1969)

I enjoyed the remarks from Mr. Nunley, regarding, "Having vanquished our enemy, unlike the San Leandro High School Pirates who, being dastardly pirates that they are, would pillage and plunder the citizens of the shopping center but we Vikings, being kind, good hearted and noble . . . ", I am now only beginning to come to terms with the fact that my high school has been converted into a humble shopping mall.   As a starting point, what I've decided to do is to visit the locations that I cherished the most, from back in the day (years, 1966 to 1969), and to take photographs of myself posing in front of these locations, and then to post these photos together with a paragraph of pleasant remarks on YELP.   Stay tuned, bruddah's and sistah's, for my photographs and memories, which will be materializing on YELP during the next several months.  Best regards, Tom B. (class of 1969).  


08/21/20 10:19 PM #1153    

 

Bruce Nunley (1965)

I thank you Tom for your kind words in response to my post and elect you to the post of conservator of the lands of the Pacific High School Vikings. Do I hear any others to second my proposal?


08/22/20 07:12 AM #1154    

 

Pat Carvalho (1971)

I to am Spartacus. Please keep them coming VIKINGS. This is fun reading 


08/22/20 09:32 AM #1155    

 

Colleen Greathead (Voet) (1968)

Question 4 was "What do you know now that you wish you knew in High School?"

I wish in those days we knew and understood the difference between introverts and extroverts.  (Of course, I’m not sure a lot of people do now, so that was asking a lot from 50+ years ago.)  I understand that about 60% of you are extroverts and the rest of us aren’t, so that puts us in the minority.  In those days, our best explanation was that we were “shy.”

But that isn’t the case.  I realize this is a broad generalization, but extroverts are energized by being with other people; they tend to think as (not before) they talk; they are outgoing.  Sometimes they’re loud and overbearing, and in a group, they fight for the opportunity to talk.  Introverts need quiet to re-energize and too many crowds can be mentally overwhelming.  They think before they talk, and often don’t talk unless they actually have something worth saying.  They tend to be quiet and reserved.  But it doesn’t mean they have to stay in the background.  In fact, several US Presidents were introverts, including Dwight Eisenhower, John Kennedy, Richard Nixon, and Barack Obama.

It’s important to appreciate both types.  Differences bring diversity of thought and enhance teams, improve decision making and enable individuals to contribute their best efforts in work and in life. I wish we knew that “back in the day.”  At least now, perhaps our grandchildren and great-grandchildren will be able to benefit from our wisdom.


08/25/20 11:56 AM #1156    

 

Bruce Nunley (1965)

Hello members of the class of 1965. I have sad news to report concerning of one of our fellow classmates. Today while watching CBS This Morning  they did a report on the fires here in Northern California and one of the featured items was an interview in which they talked to Ken Albers and his wife Marci who live in Vacaville. They had complied to the fire evacuation requirements and had just returned to find that their three story home had completly burned down and that their nextdoor neighbor had died in the fire. I offer them my sympathy and prayers.


08/25/20 03:51 PM #1157    

Linda Munoz (Brooks) (1965)

Bruce, so sorry to hear about Ken and his wife. These fires are so devastating, along with everything else that is going on. If I'm not mistaken, he lost his mom not that long ago. I use to deliver to her for Meals on Wheels.

My prayers,

Linda Munoz Brooks


08/26/20 08:43 AM #1158    

 

Jeanne Martinez (France) (1965)

Bruce, thank you for letting us know about Ken Albers and Marci Albers loss of their home.  Praying they are emotionally strong and have great insurance.  You can never recover the loss of your material things, but it can be eased if the insurance company is willing to work with them and not try to save their company a few dollars.  Stay safe and don't be afraid to ask for help from classmates if you need it.  Many of us, including me, would be willing to do what they could.

 


08/26/20 08:56 AM #1159    

Wayne Childree (1965)

Bruce, thanks for the update. I was thinking about Ken, I knew he was living in the English Hills area and was praying he and his family were okay. I live on the south side of Vacaville and we were not evacuated. God bless and prayers to Ken and family.


08/26/20 10:10 AM #1160    

 

Wanda Petersen (Lanouette) (1964)

My husband & I live at Paradise Valley Estates in Fairfield.  Our complex was evacuated Wednesday afternoon.  The fire surrounded our campus right up to the fence just like in 2018. After that fire, we'd packed GO bags so we put them in our cars earlier Wednesday. We drove the "back way" to a friend's house in Davis for the night.  The wonderful firefighters & our caring maintenance people saved us again!

I saw the Albers on TV, but I didn't know they were Vikings.  Their loss, along with others, is so terrible.

 

 


08/27/20 08:44 AM #1161    

Nancy Hand Branco (1973)

John and I have known Ken Albers for years. Ken and his wife Marci are the nicest people you would ever meet. We did not know the San Leandro connection we have. Ken just lives down the street from us and we see them drive by often or at many car shows. We are happy they are safe but so very sad for all their losses. When the fires came this way none of us had much time to get anything and it was so hard to leave everything behind. The love of cars we share with Ken is real and it tears at our heart to see what he is going through. God Bless Ken and Marci. Rebuilding will take awhile, the cars will be hard to replace, but life and love will be strong. We are San Leando and Vacaville Strong.

08/27/20 08:50 AM #1162    

 

Phyllis Baker (Lively) (1966)

A wonderful business, Pleasant Valley Irises, in Vacaville lost everything to the fires... their home & contents as well as their farm fields of beautiful Irises.  Needless to say these good people are devastated as well as those of us who've done business with them. They will rebuild and flourish. If you so feel inclined there is a go-fund-me page to donate.
...and not far from there lives my boss from years ago when I worked for SIU at Travis AFB education office. We've stayed friends all these years ao I was terribly concerned about him and his property. I was finally able to reach him yesterday and learned his home was spared by the grace of God.  He was evacuated to Woodland and returned home when power was restored.

One never knows what mother nature has in store. My Texas southern coast is cleaning up from Hurricane  Laura as well as my husband's Louisiana family. Praise the Lord Marco & Laura wasn't as bad as anticipated. Mother Nature can try to wreak havoc but God is already there to avoid it for some or pick up the pieces for others.  Keep the faith. 


08/30/20 07:46 AM #1163    

Darrell Santos (1971)

1. Favorite Memory of PHS ?  Walking in circles then finding the Quad.

2. Favorite Teacher ?  Mr. Smith

3. Dumbest thing you did at PHS ? Started a food fight that ended slave day.

4. What do you know now that you wish you knew in High School ?  Being safer

5. What do you miss most from SL thats not there now ?  Pee Wee's Pizza

6. Did your plans for the future match up with what your doing now ?  Yes

7. Music then and now ?  Tower of Power then and now

8. Greatest Physical skill then and now ?  RUN

9. First concert you attended ?  Spinners

10. K-12th grade schools you attended ?  Wilson, Muir & Pacific

11.The first car you purchased?  72 Monte Carlo


08/30/20 12:46 PM #1164    

 

CarolLynne Biddle (Cole) (1971)

Darrell Santos...I fixed the phone at PeeWee's Pizza...owner said they never had good service on their phone line. I repaired outside and inside line and placed a new jack...owner was so stoaked he gave me his card with "FREE PIZZA's" and signed it. I was so surprised...never took advantage of his generosity but had it on a magnet on the inside roof of my truck....just in case!

 

1. Favorite Memory of PHS ?  Gymnastics and twirling baton for the school!

2. Favorite Teacher ?  Mr. Adelman

3. Dumbest thing you did at PHS ? thinking clicks were cool...that changed real fast!

4. What do you know now that you wish you knew in High School ?  To stay closer to school mates.

5. What do you miss most from SL thats not there now ?  My parents

6. Did your plans for the future match up with what your doing now ?  Retirement, yes...comfortable, yes...but never dreamed where I end up living in New Zealand 

7. Music then and now ?  Janis Joplin forever...still amazing voice

8. Greatest Physical skill then and now ?  Strength

9. First concert you attended ?  The Eagles (I think)

10. K-12th grade schools you attended ?  James Monroe, John Muir & Pacific

11.The first car you purchased?  68 Opal GT


09/11/20 07:10 AM #1165    

 

Ralph Martin (1967)

Wishing all Veterans &Citizens of the United States of America a Safe and Sane Patriot Day...Lil Ralphie Martin


09/16/20 09:49 AM #1166    

 

Sue Ferreira (Nunes) (1967)

Question #14

What was your first job and how old were you ? 


09/16/20 03:43 PM #1167    

 

Donna Bohrer-Abbott (Mayfield) (1963)

Question # 14:  My first job was babysitting, I was 7 years and made 25 cents an hour (that was big $ back then).  My first legal job was with JC Penneys accounting office in Oakland, before, during and after the Christmas holidays, for $1.52 per hour. I was recruited through the Dean's office at Pacific. I was 16 yrars old.


09/17/20 07:44 AM #1168    

 

Diana Carlton (Smith) (1974)

Question #14. My first job was at at age 18 one week after graduation 1974. I worked for Hartford Insurance Company as file cleak in Oakland and and then they moved to SF.


09/17/20 07:59 AM #1169    

 

Tom Brody (1969)

This is to answer the request from Sue Ferreira, "What was your first job and how old were you?"  Question #14, Comment #1166.   My first job was selling seeds, door to door.  They came in little envelopes.  I was ten years old.  The only thing I remember is that, at one of the houses where I knocked on the door, one of the people living there was a blind man and at the moment they opened the door the blind man accidently stepped on the family dog and the dog emitted a yelp.  That was Tim Hale's house.  Tim Hale was shorter than me, and we both attended Coe School located on Queen Anne Hill in Seattle.   But even though I was selling things, I would not consider it a real job, because it only lasted for a few days.   

My second job was selling tickets to the Boy Scout fair.  This was also in Seattle and I was twelve years old.   My scout troop met every week in the basement of a Lutheran church.  I sold the most tickets, and my prize was supposed to be a small version of a factory that had an electric motor.  When the prize was handed to me, the scout leader (Mr. Hall) said that this particular prize (the factory) was not available, and so they gave me an alternative prize, which was a plastic kit of a HOT ROD.  It came with an electric moter, and the rubber tires were 3 inches in diameter.  It was fun putting the kit together.  But even though I was selling things, I would not characterize it as a real job, because it lasted for only a few days and also because there was no pay for me, just the hot rod.  By the way, the hot rod had headlights that really worked, by way of "grain of wheat" light bulbs.  

OKAY, NOW FOR A REAL JOB.  This was in San Leandro and I was 15 years old.  It was a paper route (Oakland Tribune), and the customers were on Bermuda Ave., Driftwood Way, Acupulco Road, Nassau Road, and Trinidad Road.  Each day, I carried a cloth bag containing about 50 newspapers to customers while riding a STINGRAY bicycle with a BANANA seat.  At the time, I attended John Muir Jr. High School.  The fabric that covered the banana seat was textured and, after a few months, it wore a hole in my pants.  I was not aware of this hole, until my rock'n'roll band played at a school dance at John Muir Jr. High School.  During our performance, I glanced at my buns and noticed the hole, and I stood in a way that would prevent other kids from seeing my white-colored underwear through the hole.  During my bicycle route, I carried a card with a list of elements on it, and I looked at the card while delivering the Oakland Tribune, and memorized the card.   What I memorized was this list:  Scandium, Titanium, Vanadium, Chromium, Manganese, Iron, Cobalt, Nickel, Copper, Zinc.  When it was time to collect the monthly money, one of the customers was an old lady with a thick German accent, and sometimes she said this to me, "Come tomorrow."   


09/17/20 09:46 PM #1170    

 

David M. Bunday (1965)

Answer to#14: I was 12 or 13 I worked for My aunt& uncle at there car lot. Located on Davis St. & San LeandroBlvd. It was known as Perk the Jerk auto sales, but the city said the name wasn't  politically correct at that time. It was changed to Perks Auto Mart. I stared out being the lot attendant. I walked from John Muir to work, and did my home work in the outer office. Then off I'd go doing my daily duties cleaning car, starting them ect. As time went on I learned how to write contacts for loans and summit to the loan companies. All this was done before I was done before I tuned sixteen. It was a great experience working with the public and tons of paper work. I also had first hand choice of cars over the years. I enjoyed working with my favorite Uncle. 


09/18/20 05:58 PM #1171    

 

Steven Earney (1967)

Question #14..1st job.... My first job was also with the Oakland Tribune at 10 years old. Had the job for about three years.My route was in San Leandro also and had about 70 customers on the Monterey, Carrillo, Portola area Floresta Gardens. I remember we had to buy our papers back then, then every monthly $2.25 we collected from each customer we kept. There were always a few customers that would not have the money right then, and I felt bad having to go back so I guess it was like I was working in the collections department too:-(. Sundays were the worst having to get up at 3:00 a.m. to deliver a big fat Sunday paper... And you had to be really accurate while you were riding and throwing those papers, because they had to land directly on the porch by the front door... in contrast to today's modern delivery method of tossing the papers out of a fast moving vehicle through a car window and barely making the driveway. The worst thing that would happen to me and I feared it intensely... Was getting a red slip on my next bundle of papers showing a complaint...ugh! It was a good teaching job and I will never forget it.

09/19/20 09:47 AM #1172    

 

Larry Overstreet (1966)

I also delivered papers for the Oakland Tribune in San Leandro on Pacific Ave and nieghboring streets. We would all pick up our papers at a placed we call the shack just off Davis St behind a fast food joint called the Cherry Pit.


09/20/20 01:27 PM #1173    

 

Darold House (Cornell) (Cornell) (1966)

Hey Larry! Remember me? My last name was House when I knew you. We graduated together. I also remember working for the Trib at the same time you did! I remember having to get up early in the morning. Ugh! One time they gave us added circulars to hand out without payment. Perents complained and they paid us! Do you remember that? Good to see you are still verticle my friend!

Darold

 


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