THE YUM YUM CLUB

 I realize it is not fall, but cool weather seems to still be hanging around here after Easter, so I feel that this remembrance is still appropriate. This is dedicated to Judy Lipscomp Rundell and Jean Robinson Serio, who helped me enjoy my senior year in high school tremendously.

 September, 1961. I was a senior in high school. The weather was cool and crisp. The winds leaving a chill that made me smile. Fall was here. That glorious time of the year where the world seems to come back to life after my long hot summer of back breaking work in the hay fields and painting fences. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed that work in an odd sort of way, just like I also loved spending hours at the Alexandria Golf and Country club swimming in the big pool – ordering meals at the clubhouse and charging them to my daddy's tab on the days he decided to play golf. Days of freedom that only a teenager can explain.

Unlike the fall season these days, fall in the 1960's was FALL. The leaves actually changed colors before slowly releasing their grip from their security branches, floating effortlessly like feathers, fluttering and gliding coquettishly toward the ground. Reluctant children, rakes in hand, tackled the leaves with begrudged vigor, piling them in great big mounds before leaping joyously into the collection with abandonment. Some piles were burned, leaving a distinct smell of better things to come. There is nothing better than the smell of leaves burning on a fall day. 

 The weather was cool enough in the evenings to wear a light sweater. There was an anticipation in the air that couldn't be explained. Friends gathered for hay rides and bon fires in isolated places where we played Snipe Hunt for those gullible innocents still unaware. Hot dogs and hamburgers and smores were the order of the day. Good friends sat around the fires telling ghost stories, some sneaking off for a quick kiss before joining in singing Kum ba Yah or any of the Peter Paul and Mary songs that were so popular.

My senior year at Bolton High School was 1961/1962. Life was just full of fun and laughter and joy. People renewed friendships as they gathered in small clusters around the school campus catching up on travels and memories.

I was a cheerleader that year and fall had a new meaning to me, especially on Fridays. 

 Since we had cheerleader practice during the last hour of the day instead of gym class, we were free to decorate the goal posts and stands for the big games. On Fridays of home games, we (Sonny Trammel, Max Kees, Billy Thompson and me) left school early hooking up a trailer and driving to the Alexandria Zoo to pick up our black bear mascot, bringing it back to the football field so he could be paraded around the track every time we made a touchdown. If there was to be a sock hop after the first game of the season, then some of us stayed to help the boosters decorate the gym for the dance before rushing home to put on our uniforms so we could lead the crowds and support our team. Usually we had to wear sweaters for that first game because of the cool night air. Since a lot of cheers and yelling were to be the order of the evening, I never forgot my jar full of honey to sip on during the game keeping me from becoming hoarse. Game days were always full of excitement as we gathered in the gym and had pep rallies. Jumping and cheering and flipping across the gym floor. It was intoxicating as we gathered in front of the football players just before the game, hands clasped tightly waiting for them to break the paper banner, before leading them onto the field. If the ground was dry enough, I would do continuous back flips toward the fifty yard line always afraid some player would run me down accidentally. It was chaotic and exciting and dangerous sometimes. But we were teenagers and danger seldom, if ever, was in our vocabulary.

Being a senior, I took a course I had no interest in, in order to fulfill my requirements for graduation.  I took a class under Mrs. Stagg...a secretarial course. My friends Judy Lipscomb and Jean Robinson were also in the class and we had a ball. 

 There were all these new technology machines to learn like typing while using a Dictaphone

 or the Ditto machine with it's purple, messy ink.

 There was nothing like the smell of fresh ditto ink, or purple fingers if one wasen't careful. 

There was also the secretarial spelling and short hand that needed practicing. Mrs. Stagg, who also sponsored the Bruin yearbook, would assign us our work for the day and then leave for the Bruin office only to return just before the bell rang, expecting these seniors or D.E. students - most of the classmates were planning careers in secretarial work – to practice diligently.

I'm not so sure about Judy and Jean, but I just wanted the credit so I could graduate. We did our work never-the-less and passed the course.

.... BUT....... well.....

 Judy, Jean and I formed a club called the Yum-Yum club. 

 

 The rules were simple: (1) The club would meet only during Mrs. Stagg's class.  (2) It was a closed club and only the three of us could participate. (3)The only dues were to bring a piece of food, a cake or candy or whatever to class to nibble on without getting caught. 

 We were masters at it. Most of the time we just passed out food to the three of us, ignoring everyone else, eating at our desks while we studied or visited. How no one never ratted on us is a mystery to this day. How Mrs. Stagg didn't catch us is a bigger mystery. Toward the end of the year, the three of us even got so bold that, one day, we brought a blanket to class and spread it on the floor and ate some cake that I brought from home. We ate the whole hour sitting around as if we were on a picnic in some field on a Saturday. To this day I do not remember anything about those machines or the shorthand. But I do remember what a wonderful time we had.

The three of us sometimes gathered in the Bruin office, as well. Once we even gave Jean a party there for her 18^th birthday. I even remember giving Jean a charm for her bracelet. We were silly seniors and had a lot of fun. Sometimes we'd run down the halls, laughing so hard that we actually almost knocked people over. I'm sure we were rude but we were having too much fun. It was a memorable senior year like it should have been.  Oh, sure, the football games were a lot of fun too and all the friendships we made that year, but to tell the truth, the Yum Yum club was the highlight of my whole senior year. And the best part was that Judy and Jean elected me to be the Club President for the entire year. I couldn't believe that I would be president of such a glorious club.  It was a tremendous honor and I am forever grateful to the two of them for “making my senior year”.

Disclaimer: If Judy and Jean tell you that they were the club president for the whole year then be aware that they are totally and completely wrong! I was the president and even tho they both claim to be it was me that kept the club in order. And yes, don't believe what they wrote in my senior year book about me voting them as club president. They made a mistake. 

 

I WAS THE PRESIDENT OF THE YUM YUM CLUB!

Maybe I should erase those comments they wrote in my year book. Nope, couldn't do it. It is part of history. Long live senior classes and classmates that got away with things they shouldn't have their senior year.

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