Does anyone remember Ms. Stubbs - Typing class? She was fierce! Responsible for issuing me with a triple detention… for chewing gum in class!
Monica Tussey Paquette
Yes, who could forget her? I actually enjoyed her class! She was a bit on the gruff side, but a sweet soul at heart!
She made me her project because I could not type when I arrived to her class. I remember the kid behind me making a comment along the lines of "She either loves you or hates you, but either way it isn't good." Love or hate...but I can type!
I thought she was a lovely lady and went back to visit her 3 years after I left. I reckon she hasn't changed a bit to this day!
Joni Hill Schumacher
Thanks to her I can type really well and pretty fast at data entry. But I remember by junior year when I found out I was going to have her twice a day, I dropped one of the classes because one class was enough. She always got onto me for my posture.
I still staple papers the way she 'trained' me to.
Christopher Q. Johnson
Man that sucks about Coach Whelan, that man made me into the wrestler I am today. I loved the fact that we did Judo for a few weeks in his PE classes. Absolutely one of my favorite Teachers at LHS.
Wilson also had some serious issues with gum chewing too.
Jody, please don’t bring up Mr. Wilson! LMAO! Almost every day he asked me to leave the class!! He used to always say "I am not available for questions!?!?!" We would be like, what the %$#^ are you here for then!! LMAO, funny times.
I lost a letter grade for referring to him as "Wee Willy Wilson" in a classmate's yearbook, got the baton thrown at me, was reprimanded for keeping time with my shoe and not just my toes inside the shoe, was accused of sounding like I was stepping' on June bugs, to name a few......
Jennifer Stern Holleman
I remember living in the Newmarket housing area and taking a double decker bus to school every day. We had the coolest drive who would let us smoke upstairs... I also remember taking the "Blue Goose" to the base for those dances that were held at the rec center. Good times!!!!
Lakenheath (actually Feltwell) was the last time I lived on base in military housing...and went to a movie theater on base. Do they still play the national anthem before the movie begins in base theaters? I always liked that.
Yes, just went to the base theater last week to see Capt. America. My son had his first experience with standing for the National Anthem. "Daddy, what's this?" "This is how we say 'thank you' to our brothers and sisters in the military."
Who remembers Mr. Scott, the art teacher? He was kind of my mentor. I have a story about him. One year the BBC was doing a docudrama series about real-life tragedies. One episode involved an Alaskan bush pilot and his Eskimo companion. Their plane went down in the Yukon wilderness. They both survived the crash, and the story was about surviving the conditions. Well, the Executive Producer was looking for an American who looked like an Eskimo, so they contacted LHS. Well, Mr. Scott recommended me (I don't know why, other than the look). He arranged for me and my mom to meet the producer in the cafeteria of the British Museum for a script read. We went and I read. I never heard from them again. I assumed my lack of talent put the kibosh on the deal. A few months later the episode aired. The Eskimo had only a few lines. I could have done it! A lot of it was, "Owwww, owww, that hurts!" Thus endeth my acting career, but I have the great thespian, Mr. Scott, to thank for the one shot at stardom.
Rest in Peace, Mr. Scott.
Okay... memory time. I had Vera Raulston for American History, in the Annex. We had a small group (Mary Fitzgerald, Teresa Pearson, Holly Leskanich and I) who sat together. We took turns (my day was Monday) - and I would ask to go to the bathroom. I would actually take everyone's orders and money, then run over to the BPO (British Post Office) and buy maltesers, flake bars, crunchies... whatever was "ordered", and return to class. We would all happily munch away for the rest of the period. I consumed mass quantities of maltesers that year!!
Another interesting tidbit... Dr. Apkarian (our Principal) had a nasty habit of issuing punishment for detention to certain people, to make an "example" of them. When Teresa Pearson (President of the Class of 1977 during our Sophomore & Junior years), Mary Fitzgerald (President Senior year) and I (President of Student Council) got into trouble with Mr. McCullough, Dr. Apkarian decided we should be made into just such an example... So we had to mow the lawn around the main building in the afternoons, when all the other kids could see us... humiliating. hahahaha!
Senior Prom 1977... My Dad had orders and we had to return to the States the NEXT morning at 5am. One week before graduation, so I didn't get to graduate with my class, after 4 years together... We stayed out ALL NIGHT walking from house to house, party to party, then got home at 4am so I could hightail it to Mildenhall airport to leave at 5am... What a night!
I would like to thank all of my LHS friends, I saw and spent time with at Cocoa Beach. It was so good to "Renew our friendships"! You will always be in my heart!
Pamela M. Kersten
I left Bentwaters in ‘74 the summer after my JR year at LHS. We ended up in San Antonio TX. I never felt close to my new senior friends. I joined the AF and was stationed at Bentwaters from 81 - 85. It felt like going home for a while, only all the people were now gone.
Diane Villar Mullis Libertini
Went to LHS 69-72 I'm another one that didn't graduate in 73, but moved to Orlando, FL for my senior year. I'm not sure that I ever forgave my Dad for retiring and leaving the Heath instead of going to Vietnam. (Not really I survived) I pl...See More
That brings back so many great memories of my dad and I watching that show...he would always say, that's bad, that guy can't sing, whatever...but he ALWAYS shook his foot or tapped his toes to the music!!! My mom and I would always crack up about that!
Lancers: I was wondering ... what was returning to the states like for you? Were you depressed, excited, lost, going to college or looking for your career???Excited for the new possibilities that awaited you? I'm sure our stories are different but maybe similar also!
Myself. Arriving in San Antonio, Texas, I was lost after 5 years abroad, excited to start my career in art, but disappointed and angry for being discriminated because of my race for the first time. (I knew about being discriminated for being an American overseas), and longing to find my new people!
Major culture shock. Having been overseas for the nearly 4 years before returning to the states I felt left behind culturally. Then I left home and went away to school. I tried to imagine that this too was just another PCS assignment.
MAJOR culture shock for sure! The first week back, I met up with a friend from Alconbury who moved to SA 2 weeks before I did. We went to Jack In The Box, we heard about it in England from a new transfer. As we were eating in the car we were approached by a couple of young rednecks who said they were "going to kick some hippie ass!" This friend and I had some run-ins with skinheads in Peterborough so we weren't going to take crap from anyone. Long story short, we got our licks in and they ran away. We just sat in the car, looked at each other astonished at what just happened and thought, Welcome to the USA!
I lived there until I was nearly 21 so it was more of a culture thunderbolt than a shock. I moved from place to place for a while, and I finally feel more at home in Asheville, NC. I still don't feel like an American or a Brit. Something of a hybrid I guess.
Carol De Runtz Day
I'm with Brooke, having NEVER lived in the States before, it was definitely a thunderbolt!
Jeanine Courtney Krenz
I felt like a fish out of water... My family was stationed in upstate New York and I went off to college in Texas, all alone. I never felt so alone in my entire life. Everyone there had grown up in ONE town, knew everyone, and then there was me... still wearing miniskirts when everyone else had on maxis... and I missed my sister more than anything since she was the only constant friend I had ever had in my entire life, and now she was gone, too!
I dropped out of school, became a teenager living on the streets trying to find myself. I had lived overseas most of my childhood life until 15. It took me awhile to get use to the states but I did and now I am pretty successful, thank God for that.
I felt more like an alien who fell to earth. Those of you who knew me as Spike back then can remember how I dressed. So there I was in what I now realize for Tallahassee, FL were outrageous outfits. Shopping was confusing; I was used to the prices and sizes in UK. College was overwhelming enough, but as Brooke Weston said, neither one nor the other, was tough.
Vietnam was still going on, winding down. Some of my friends were going to the various service academies and I was hoping for a commission through NMMI before it was all over. When I got on the plane headed home, all I could think about were the mistakes I'd made, the loves I'd lost and the refrains from "I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane" which refused me peace of mind. Damn, if it wasn't bitter sweet.
I left the states in '76 and returned a year after graduating in '83. Flew into D.C. into the humidity and drove in my first car all the way to Texas (near Dallas) to attend college. I felt like a foreigner and idiot. Didn't know how to pump gas (different from on base) and everything was accessible through a drive thru! Whole new world. I took all of my "English" decor for my dorm room and moving in I was like the new zoo exhibit - everyone wanted to see the girl from England. I went back to Europe to backpack & Eurorail the following summer. Then back to England with my folks after I got married while my husband served 18 months in Korea with US Army. We were stationed in Germany for two years before returning to the States. I cried for days when my parents sold their home in England and returned to the U.S. I'm one of those feeling caught in the middle - American but still feeling English. I miss England every day. It is my dream to return some day and show my children and grandchildren the place I still call "home
Reading through all these posts is truly a blessing for me. Experiencing most of the disorientation with a country and peoples I represented in England as a military dependent. My mother was of British birth so having gotten know my English relatives and get past the curiosity of being an American girl by them and the local English I returned to a state I had to look up on the map to see where it was (no AF bases here I guess) and then had to endure the curiosity of Minnesotans who had never traveled past their state lines (thank God for technology and cheap travel over the years. People still ask where I am from and my answer is always "The Universe" bigger than one state or anyone country.....I love reading what other DoDDs dependents write because they mirror my thoughts! MY FAMILY in many ways! My HOMETOWN FOR SURE is in one school.
June 19, 1973.......one of the saddest days of my life! We left England. It was awful going back stateside. I remember standing in front of Foodland (anyone remember Foodland?) on the evening of June 3rd. It was a Sunday and the Class of 73 had graduated earlier that day. Everyone was talking about what they were doing, where they were going, and I remember clear as a bell thinking that life would never be as sweet, pure, and carefree again. I've never wanted to be right on that thought, but I was. The States was a strange land that travelled a little too fast for me. My Dad was stationed at Dover AFB, Delaware. He got orders for the Philippines the next year but opted to retire. We headed to Florida in 1974. Mom and Dad went back to Lakenheath in 1986 when my Dad took a job as a civilian. It was great visiting. The best of all was that I felt like not a lot had changed. It was so comforting. I went up to the high school and there was a pep rally going on. I saw the Alberts from a distance. I walked back to Mom and Dad's house crying the entire way. All I wanted was to be 16 again.
Ambertara Laird Garrison
It was an awful experience moving from LHS to Valley High School in Las Vegas with a school of thousands. Not knowing anyone in a sea of people who were nothing like me. It was hard.
I was amazed at how big American cars were compared to the Ford Cortinas in England! Height of the American muscle car era. First thing that hit me was the heat at McGuire AFB and the A/C was out in the BOQs. Me and my brother stayed at after taking a Space A flight back to the world. First person I run into handling baggage? Ben Still, LHS classmate!
I moved to England in 6th grade, moved back to the States the summer between 9th and 10th. Big difference leaving when you’re 11 and coming back at 15. Culture shock for sure. Joining band helped make friends, but I moved AGAIN my senior year...so much for that! LOL, I still don't have a home town. Home is where my family is, not a specific place. At least I had my brother to keep me company. :)