Dearborn High 1979 Memories

Submitted By: Barry Brim (brimfl@megsinet.net) & Kim (Koos) Kasaba

Senior Class Trip to Freeport

Hey, who remembers what a blast we had? I remember swimming in the ocean in the middle of the night. Sneaking into the casinos and playing the slots. Drinking "legally" until we were half dead. Don't think I could win a limbo contest like I did then ;-).

Ruth Ann (Brasie) Valentine

Eight (Very) Random and (Mostly) Obscure Recollections......

BEAT EDSEL

In true cake-eater fashion, us Pioneers pooled enough cash to rent a helicopter to fly over the Dearborn/Edsel football game. As you remember, the chopper pulled a sign reading "BEAT EDSEL". (The original wording, "EDSEL S___S!", was a valuable asset during the fund-raising stage of the caper, but was replaced at the last minute by something more tasteful.) The arrival of the helicopter was timed perfectly; we had just scored to make it 19-0 in the 4th quarter. The cheering on the Dearborn side was never louder, and the silence on the other side never quieter. The pilot circled, once, twice, three times....five times....ten times.....fifty times.....a hundred times.....the freakin' guy wouldn't leave! The constant droning of the rotor blades drowned out the P.A. announcer. Cheerleaders covered their ears. Young children cowered beneath the bleachers. Babies cried. Old men wept. But it was worth it.

A LESSON ABOUT COLOMBIA

It's no secret that Colombia was, and still is, a source of marijuana. Innocent fact, you say? Well, not if your Spanish teacher's name is Candace. Ken Tiseo argued that he was simply a thorough researcher of South American export practices when he included this information in his presentation to the Spanish class. His classmates' prolonged laughter that followed this observation seemed to indicate otherwise. The ensuing phone call from Ken's Spanish teacher to Ken's mother was probably not to congratulate her for the thoroughness of Ken's research practices.

A SECRET GARDEN

Speaking of South American plants, what was that funny looking thing growing in Dottie Wolf's house plant?

THE TEXAS FOOTBALL TRANSFER

There was a rumor that a big high school football star from Texas was transferring to DHS for our senior year. Anybody else remember that one? I think it even made the front page of our well-respected tabloid, THE OBSERVER. Turned out to be a sham, but nobody claimed credit for it.

ON A CLEAR DAY IN MAY

On the track team, there's Varsity, and then there's junior varsity. As one of the latter who struggled for three years to become the former, I can appreciate the effort required. Sometimes that effort pays off in small rewards, sometimes it pays off big, and sometimes.......lightning strikes on a clear day in May. Max Rudolph, another runner who struggled to make Varsity, shocked everyone when he advanced to the finals of the 220 yard dash in the biggest meet of the year, the League meet. Here was Max, completely unknown, standing alongside the best sprinters from eight schools. Here was Max, with no business finishing anywhere but last, firing out of the blocks at the crack of the starter's pistol. And finally, here was Max, pulling into the lead along the final turn, and crossing the finish line first. I saw it and I still don't believe it.

THE WESTERN CLUB

An excuse to get together, sit around a campfire, tell lies and drink a whole lotta beer. Nothing more. What more could you want? THE WATER BUG? I'll never forget the time that a bunch of us guys on the track team secretly absconded with Coach Bridges' yellow VW beetle. We pushed it around to the back of the school, rolled it into the auto shop, completely dismantled the car, carried it piece by piece through the locker room to the pool deck, completely re-assembled it, and pushed it into the deep end of the pool. OK, OK, we never got beyond the planning stages with that idea, but just thinking about it relieved some of the pain of those barf-inducing hill repeats.

THAT BLUR

Who can forget Tim Rauh's haunting performance in The Child Buyer (?), or whatever the play was called. The script called for Tim to sit frozen in a chair, front and center, and remain silent and motionless, unblinking eyes fixed straight ahead as the scenes played out behind him. A rumor, never fully substantiated, was that this was not a dramatic theatrical device employed by the director, but was meant as punishment for Tim, who constantly screwed up his lines during rehearsal. (An interesting footnote: Many students took advantage of this opportunity to "see" Tim for the first time. Prior to this performance, Tim's "record" for sitting quiet and motionless was 1.4 seconds, so most students only knew Tim as "that blur".)

SEE YOU AT THE REUNION ----------------------Bill Dean

Two of my funnier DHS memories:

Eric Peterson attempting to DRIVE his Jeep 4x4 up the outside steps to the band room before one our our many Jazz Band concerts.

Going to a party the week after Lynard Skynard band members' deaths in a plane crash, and hearing boys crying, and holding up their tickets for the upcoming LS concert, saying "I'm gonna frame these under plexiglass"

Looking forward to the reunion!

Julie Giles Rhodes

Top Songs of 1979:

Who remembers the top songs of our senior year? See if you remember these... submitted by Kathleen (Milinko) Rathwell .

Da Ya Think I'm Sexy

What a Food Believes

I Will Survive

Bad Girls

Found Out

Mr. Welch, used to give same test to the morning class and his afternoon class. Well someone, we'll call this person, Curly, figured it out. Curly must've been on a roll, kicking tail on the tests. One day, Mr. Welch decided to let people have their scores announced before the class. Curly, proud as a peacock, submits to this. Mr. Welch then says, "On this morning's test you scored 94. On your test you scored 13."

Please note the names are changed to protect the innocent... and the person who submitted this prefers to remain anonymous.

Spring Fever Egg Toss

I forget who was the mastermind behind the egg toss but it is a fond memory to me. The plot egg DeStighter, the plan don't tell anybody and run like hell. It was a beautful spring morning when I parked the car in the street behind the school and headed for the B-hall bathroom (not uncommon). Awaiting my arrival were my three counter parts who's names I should not mention (Keith, AKA Mickey, Bob, AKA crotch man, and Ed). Classes had already started except for us (also not uncommon). In a brown paper bag someone brought a dozen eggs in the carton, a pair of panty hose and a twenty-five cent hard plastic Mickey Mouse mask left over from Halloween I guess. Keith called the mask and we decided to cut up the panty hose. I grabbed a leg, Ed grabbed a leg and Bob well he had the left overs which consisted of the waist band, the crotch, and two stumpy legs that flopped over like ears when he pulled them over his head. That alone was almost funnier than what we were about to do. Next each of them grabbed two eggs and myself not wanting good food to go to waste held on to four eggs and what was now a miniature carton. We headed out down B-hall. Mickey opens the door and throws, then Ed, then crotch man, then me. I remember him wheeling his chair around and starting to get up, the people in the room were bug eyed, and busting out laughing. I don't know if any eggs actually even hit him cause we were gone. We were down the hall, out the back door, over a fence and into the car probably quicker than Tim Raugh ran the mile. We were sworn to secrecy until after graduation. Man those were the days. Hey Mr. DeStighter if your out there I LOVE YOU MAN THANKS FOR THE MEMOIRES.

Submitted by The Metal Edge

I`ll never forget the Senior Ski Trip to Blue Mountain. The bus could not make it all the way to the top where we were staying at the Arrowhead Ranch, so we had to walk our luggage/skis through the ice and snow just to get to sleep! I think it was the third morning when rumors spread like a brush fire that Keith Walker overdosed during the night. Of course, this turned out not to be true, but it was scarry never the less. This weekend was memorable for a few reasons:

It was my first time on skis & the hills were very intimidating
There was so much damage to the rooms that everyone, regardless if they did anything or not, had to pay a few dollars for damages. Somehow, the person collecting the money missed me and I didn`t pay a dime!
I smoked some funny cigarettes for the first time!

Now if I had only lost my virginity the weekend would have been a total success!!

John Hutchinson

Basketball Memories...

It was my senior year and I looked forward to the upcoming season with great anticipation. We would have a senior led team, most of us playing on the same team since 7th grade.

Much to my chagrin, we lost the other co-captain of the team when Steve Mills went down with a knee injury at the end of football season.

Coach Snell put us into this slowdown/spread offense that seemed to stall our offense. When we played together as sophomores on junior varsity and had a fast break offense, and we were 16-4.................now we were 0-8 with Edsel coming into "The Barn". We spanked them and went on to win 7 of our next 12 games.

Steve is back and we're playing well. We draw the toughest team in state district playoffs during the first round, I think it was Taylor Truman. Well, Jim Shedd shuts down there star offensively and its a tight game right until the end. Unfortunately, everything one of their guards throws up is going in. (If there would have been a three point line in those days, he would have had 40 points instead of his 25). I fouled that guard with seconds left in the game and hits both free throws and we lose a heartbreaker. What nobody knows, even my teammates, is that immediately after the game I kicked a chair and broke my big toe! I still believe today that if we would have won that game, Dearborn High would have one its first district title in years.

I will always remember basketball practices: thinking we were working so hard until the wrestlers came out of their sweat room. Walking out to our cars after practice and have our hair freeze. Basketball game day: wearing ties and how about those silly striped warm-up"clown pants"! I will always remember my teammates, especially my senior teammates. We were the toughest short team on the planet. I will always remember the fans screaming, especially John Prokes! I will always remember going into Edsel Fords gym with Queens "We Will Rock You" blaring and kicking their asses! Remember the gatherings at McDonald's after games on Tuesdays and at some house party on Friday! I can remember walking out of the lockeroom into a quiet gym and my girlfriend waiting for me, how sweet it was!

Your other Co-Captain
Craig Wolter

Please share your story!


		Memories Do you have a favorite story from those good ole high school days? and we'll get it up on this page and share the memories... (please don't forget to identify your school and class). *A New Look at the Planets* It was lunch, the hour before Mr. Marshall's advanced math class and Rich Lisowski was trying to finish his homework. This was a daily exercise for Rich. Ready to help with a load of bogus information was the usual crew of myself, Tom Jankowski, Dave Soltis, Dave Johnson, Ralph Evangelista and Rob Rosenfeldt. Rich said "I can't get this problem, it says the planets of our solar system are of various diameters, mass and orbits". Rich went on to explain that the problem gave various sizes, masses and speeds of rotation of the planets and finally ended by asking... "What is the diameter of Uranus? and how did you determine it?" I remember it was Dave Soltis who thought, but a moment and said "That's sort of a personal question, Rich. It varies, but I'd say a good guess is about an eighth of an inch." Rich made a funny face, but did not catch on. So I added that the answer to the second part of the question was that the diameter could easily be found by standing with one's back to a mirror, lowering one's pants and bending over. Use a ruler if you want to be precise. There was a true chemical/physiological reaction (the likes or which I've not seen since) when Rich got our answer. It was the velocity and the volume of the milk that shot out of Rich's nose that keeps this story so vivid in my memory after all of these years. *Tim Rauh* *Milk Money-Everyone Has Their Price* The usual crew was at the lunch table when Rich Lisowski mentioned he was broke and needed money to go buy a Hostess cup cake. He hit Soltis up first who turned him down flat as he usually did. He then tried me, Tom Jankowski, Dave Johnson and the others. No luck. Then Soltis said, "I'll give you the money if you let me pour milk on your head"." NO WAY", said Rich, "I'll starve first." Soltis, ever with the eye for noticing a waver of doubt in the bargaining opponent, said, "I'll give you $5.00 to pour milk on your head!" For the next ten minutes, it was a bid war! I think it was at $12.50 that "the deal" expanded to two cartons of milk and it stopped at $22.30 or so when he agreed to 3 cartons of milk! We were on the 3rd carton when the lunch room attendant came rushing over to save Rich from this odd, dousing ritual. He calmly looked up at her with a smile and said "It's ok. I'm getting paid for this." He spent the rest of the day in his gym clothes and had enough cup cake money for weeks after. *Tim Rauh* I don't have a story, but would like to submit some "*Do you remember's": Buying eight tracks at the First Stop... The apple machine... Skipping lunch and going out to Moceri's Market... Classes in the portables... The VENT... Going to McDonald's after games... Driving classes... Smoking in the boys' room... The Edsel Ford rivalry - Thunder Chickens... Late night snow sledding at Ford Field... Trips to Camp Dearborn... The Calvin Theater... Cruising Telegraph... Mr. DeStigter getting hit with eggs in government class... Helm's Haven @ Hines Park... House parties... The scale in the girl's locker room, and everyone constantly weighing themselves... Swimming naked in gym class... Submitted By: Barry Brim (brimfl@megsinet.net) & Kim (Koos) Kasaba Senior Class Trip to Freeport* Hey, who remembers what a blast we had? I remember swimming in the ocean in the middle of the night. Sneaking into the casinos and playing the slots. Drinking "legally" until we were half dead. Don't think I could win a limbo contest like I did then ;-). Ruth Ann (Brasie) Valentine *Eight (Very) Random and (Mostly) Obscure Recollections......* BEAT EDSEL In true cake-eater fashion, us Pioneers pooled enough cash to rent a helicopter to fly over the Dearborn/Edsel football game. As you remember, the chopper pulled a sign reading "BEAT EDSEL". (The original wording, "EDSEL S___S!", was a valuable asset during the fund-raising stage of the caper, but was replaced at the last minute by something more tasteful.) The arrival of the helicopter was timed perfectly; we had just scored to make it 19-0 in the 4th quarter. The cheering on the Dearborn side was never louder, and the silence on the other side never quieter. The pilot circled, once, twice, three times....five times....ten times.....fifty times.....a hundred times.....the freakin' guy wouldn't leave! The constant droning of the rotor blades drowned out the P.A. announcer. Cheerleaders covered their ears. Young children cowered beneath the bleachers. Babies cried. Old men wept. But it was worth it. A LESSON ABOUT COLOMBIA It's no secret that Colombia was, and still is, a source of marijuana. Innocent fact, you say? Well, not if your Spanish teacher's name is Candace. Ken Tiseo argued that he was simply a thorough researcher of South American export practices when he included this information in his presentation to the Spanish class. His classmates' prolonged laughter that followed this observation seemed to indicate otherwise. The ensuing phone call from Ken's Spanish teacher to Ken's mother was probably not to congratulate her for the thoroughness of Ken's research practices. A SECRET GARDEN Speaking of South American plants, what was that funny looking thing growing in Dottie Wolf's house plant? THE TEXAS FOOTBALL TRANSFER There was a rumor that a big high school football star from Texas was transferring to DHS for our senior year. Anybody else remember that one? I think it even made the front page of our well-respected tabloid, THE OBSERVER. Turned out to be a sham, but nobody claimed credit for it. ON A CLEAR DAY IN MAY On the track team, there's Varsity, and then there's junior varsity. As one of the latter who struggled for three years to become the former, I can appreciate the effort required. Sometimes that effort pays off in small rewards, sometimes it pays off big, and sometimes.......lightning strikes on a clear day in May. Max Rudolph, another runner who struggled to make Varsity, shocked everyone when he advanced to the finals of the 220 yard dash in the biggest meet of the year, the League meet. Here was Max, completely unknown, standing alongside the best sprinters from eight schools. Here was Max, with no business finishing anywhere but last, firing out of the blocks at the crack of the starter's pistol. And finally, here was Max, pulling into the lead along the final turn, and crossing the finish line first. I saw it and I still don't believe it. THE WESTERN CLUB An excuse to get together, sit around a campfire, tell lies and drink a whole lotta beer. Nothing more. What more could you want? THE WATER BUG? I'll never forget the time that a bunch of us guys on the track team secretly absconded with Coach Bridges' yellow VW beetle. We pushed it around to the back of the school, rolled it into the auto shop, completely dismantled the car, carried it piece by piece through the locker room to the pool deck, completely re-assembled it, and pushed it into the deep end of the pool. OK, OK, we never got beyond the planning stages with that idea, but just thinking about it relieved some of the pain of those barf-inducing hill repeats. THAT BLUR Who can forget Tim Rauh's haunting performance in The Child Buyer (?), or whatever the play was called. The script called for Tim to sit frozen in a chair, front and center, and remain silent and motionless, unblinking eyes fixed straight ahead as the scenes played out behind him. A rumor, never fully substantiated, was that this was not a dramatic theatrical device employed by the director, but was meant as punishment for Tim, who constantly screwed up his lines during rehearsal. (An interesting footnote: Many students took advantage of this opportunity to "see" Tim for the first time. Prior to this performance, Tim's "record" for sitting quiet and motionless was 1.4 seconds, so most students only knew Tim as "that blur".) SEE YOU AT THE REUNION ----------------------Bill Dean Two of my funnier DHS memories: Eric Peterson attempting to DRIVE his Jeep 4x4 up the outside steps to the band room before one our our many Jazz Band concerts. Going to a party the week after Lynard Skynard band members' deaths in a plane crash, and hearing boys crying, and holding up their tickets for the upcoming LS concert, saying "I'm gonna frame these under plexiglass" Looking forward to the reunion! Julie Giles Rhodes *Top Songs of 1979:* Who remembers the top songs of our senior year? See if you remember these... submitted by Kathleen (Milinko) Rathwell . Da Ya Think I'm Sexy What a Food Believes I Will Survive Bad Girls *Found Out* Mr. Welch, used to give same test to the morning class and his afternoon class. Well someone, we'll call this person, Curly, figured it out. Curly must've been on a roll, kicking tail on the tests. One day, Mr. Welch decided to let people have their scores announced before the class. Curly, proud as a peacock, submits to this. Mr. Welch then says, "On this morning's test you scored 94. On your test you scored 13." Please note the names are changed to protect the innocent... and the person who submitted this prefers to remain anonymous. *Spring Fever Egg Toss* I forget who was the mastermind behind the egg toss but it is a fond memory to me. The plot egg DeStighter, the plan don't tell anybody and run like hell. It was a beautful spring morning when I parked the car in the street behind the school and headed for the B-hall bathroom (not uncommon). Awaiting my arrival were my three counter parts who's names I should not mention (Keith, AKA Mickey, Bob, AKA crotch man, and Ed). Classes had already started except for us (also not uncommon). In a brown paper bag someone brought a dozen eggs in the carton, a pair of panty hose and a twenty-five cent hard plastic Mickey Mouse mask left over from Halloween I guess. Keith called the mask and we decided to cut up the panty hose. I grabbed a leg, Ed grabbed a leg and Bob well he had the left overs which consisted of the waist band, the crotch, and two stumpy legs that flopped over like ears when he pulled them over his head. That alone was almost funnier than what we were about to do. Next each of them grabbed two eggs and myself not wanting good food to go to waste held on to four eggs and what was now a miniature carton. We headed out down B-hall. Mickey opens the door and throws, then Ed, then crotch man, then me. I remember him wheeling his chair around and starting to get up, the people in the room were bug eyed, and busting out laughing. I don't know if any eggs actually even hit him cause we were gone. We were down the hall, out the back door, over a fence and into the car probably quicker than Tim Raugh ran the mile. We were sworn to secrecy until after graduation. Man those were the days. Hey Mr. DeStighter if your out there I LOVE YOU MAN THANKS FOR THE MEMOIRES. Submitted by The Metal Edge I`ll never forget the Senior Ski Trip to Blue Mountain. The bus could not make it all the way to the top where we were staying at the Arrowhead Ranch, so we had to walk our luggage/skis through the ice and snow just to get to sleep! I think it was the third morning when rumors spread like a brush fire that Keith Walker overdosed during the night. Of course, this turned out not to be true, but it was scarry never the less. This weekend was memorable for a few reasons: It was my first time on skis & the hills were very intimidating There was so much damage to the rooms that everyone, regardless if they did anything or not, had to pay a few dollars for damages. Somehow, the person collecting the money missed me and I didn`t pay a dime! I smoked some funny cigarettes for the first time! Now if I had only lost my virginity the weekend would have been a total success!! John Hutchinson Basketball Memories... It was my senior year and I looked forward to the upcoming season with great anticipation. We would have a senior led team, most of us playing on the same team since 7th grade. Much to my chagrin, we lost the other co-captain of the team when Steve Mills went down with a knee injury at the end of football season. Coach Snell put us into this slowdown/spread offense that seemed to stall our offense. When we played together as sophomores on junior varsity and had a fast break offense, and we were 16-4.................now we were 0-8 with Edsel coming into "The Barn". We spanked them and went on to win 7 of our next 12 games. Steve is back and we're playing well. We draw the toughest team in state district playoffs during the first round, I think it was Taylor Truman. Well, Jim Shedd shuts down there star offensively and its a tight game right until the end. Unfortunately, everything one of their guards throws up is going in. (If there would have been a three point line in those days, he would have had 40 points instead of his 25). I fouled that guard with seconds left in the game and hits both free throws and we lose a heartbreaker. What nobody knows, even my teammates, is that immediately after the game I kicked a chair and broke my big toe! I still believe today that if we would have won that game, Dearborn High would have one its first district title in years. I will always remember basketball practices: thinking we were working so hard until the wrestlers came out of their sweat room. Walking out to our cars after practice and have our hair freeze. Basketball game day: wearing ties and how about those silly striped warm-up"clown pants"! I will always remember my teammates, especially my senior teammates. We were the toughest short team on the planet. I will always remember the fans screaming, especially John Prokes! I will always remember going into Edsel Fords gym with Queens "We Will Rock You" blaring and kicking their asses! Remember the gatherings at McDonald's after games on Tuesdays and at some house party on Friday! I can remember walking out of the lockeroom into a quiet gym and my girlfriend waiting for me, how sweet it was! Your other Co-Captain Craig Wolter *Please share your story!*
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