MHS/LHS Classes of 1960-1965 BAR-B-Q DINNER & BARN DANCE

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WHY:               60th High School Class Reunion

WHERE:           Brushy Creek Barn at Midland Polo Grounds (See directions)

WHEN:            Saturday, October 8, 2022

WHAT TIME:  6 pm to 11 pm

WHO:              Classmates & Guests of the MHS/LHS Classes of 1960-1965

WEAR:             Casual (boots are always appropriate)

Please join us for a Bar-B-Q dinner with all the fixings, catered by Mac’s Bar-B-Que & Catering!  You will enjoy complimentary beverages by Texas Tap while they serve beer and wine from a vintage truck.  Additionally, an open bar serving an assortment of liquors and mixed drink are also provided free of charge!

Music planned by our very own Dennis “Wemus” Grubb (‘65) will include the best rock and roll and country music of the late fifties and early sixties!  Wemus has personally handpicked the musical selections and is bringing in a great DJ to entertain us for the evening!

Tickets are $60/person (credit card or check) and may be reserved here:

*Venue donated by Ferrell Davis
*Complimentary dinner & drinks donated by Classmates of ’62 & ‘63

Drew Steele Parham (RIP) MHS 1963

It is with heavy heart that we report the loss of one of our beloved “water drinkers.”

June 29, 1945- July 10,2022

Drew Hutchinson Steele Parham was one of the original contributors to the “What’s in the Water in Midland, Texas” Blog. She was a dear friend and supporter and will be greatly missed. We are thankful for the years of friendship and the love she shared with all of us.

The following article was written and shared on the Greenhill School website:

One of Greenhill School’s most beloved faculty members, Drew Steele Parham, passed away unexpectedly while traveling on July 10, at the age of 77.

The vivacious young language student with the booming laugh and Midland twang took Greenhill by storm when she arrived from the University of Texas to teach Spanish and French in 1967.

Drew was a senior at UT Austin when she received a postcard in the mail from a gentleman named Bernard Fulton. “Bernard had been reviewing some of the resumes of UT students,” Drew recollected, “and he was interested in the fact that I was double-majoring in French and Spanish.” Elated to have found a school that placed such a high value on foreign languages, Steele accepted Fulton’s job offer and never looked back.

One of Greenhill’s most colorful characters, Drew’s exuberant personality and passion for teaching elevated the minds and inspired the hearts of three decades of students before her retirement in 1998. In addition to her exemplary teaching, Parham also chaired the language department with vision and energy, with significant accomplishments, including the introduction of Chinese to the curriculum and the addition of Spanish into Preschool and Lower School. Parham remained a regular visitor to the Hill and recently attended the 2022 spring Legends Dinner and later the performance of The Little Mermaid. She was recognized with the naming of a Heart of the Hill group in her honor in 2005.

Memorial Service details are forthcoming but will take place in September in Marble Falls and Dallas.

RIP- Paula Ann Clarkson (MHS 1963)

Paula Ann Clarkson, 77 of Northside, Texas died on Tuesday, August 30, 2022, in Wichita Falls, Texas.

Graveside services will be Friday, September 2, 2022 at 10:00 am at Bell Cemetery under the direction of Sullivan Funeral Home. Officiating will be Rev. Irl Holt

Paula was born Friday, January 5, 1945 in Vernon, Texas, she was the daughter of the late Charles Marion Clarkson and the late Ruth Lee Hamilton Clarkson.  She attended school at Midwestern University, where she received her Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology. She was an investigator for Adult Protective Services. She was secretary for Northside School and she was the first woman on the Northside School Board. She was a member of Texas Cattle Woman’s Association, she was a master gardener and she was a rancher out by Northside. She was a member of Fargo Methodist Church.

Paula is survived by her daughter, Dawn Wilkinson of Vernon, TX, two granddaughters Blythe Freeling of Northside and Blaire Wilkinson, her sister, Betty Ruth Conkling of Fort Worth, TX.

Paula is preceded in death by her parents, son Barron Fortner, brother Richard Hamilton, sister Charlotte Clarkson and her life time companion Donnie Fortner.

Visitation will be Thursday, September 1, 2022 at 6:00 to 8:00 pm at Sullivan Funeral Home.

Memorials can be made to Alzheimer’s Foundation, Hospice of Wichita Falls or Northside School.

A Foreword from the Founder

By John McElligott

Why write when you can’t spell? Why talk about water drinkers in Midland, Texas when they hated the taste? Well… I am not sure, but I will try to give you something to think about and a reason to laugh, smile and cry.

 This blog is written by you, the guys and girls of Midland.  It is not just a bunch of gibberish about something that is fiction; it’s real and comes from our memories.

This blog comes from us Midlanders who lived during a time period that was different from any of the others during our lifetime.  The focus is on the 1955 to 1965 classes at Midland High School and later Robert E. Lee High School. This block of time was special and produced all different types of personalities and each and every one of us has a story.

Now the blog timeline begins with me standing on a sidewalk in Terminal in my underwear, and will end when my heart stops beating. If you close your eyes and breathe slow and deep you will see your sidewalk and remember the day you saw the beginning of your life.

So why a blog? Why just write about anything that comes to mind?  Well…that is the point!!! If you ‘thunk’ it then it’s worth hearing about, and if you write it down it will last forever!

You will read stories that are funny and some that are sad. The laughable stories will make you smile and smiling is therapeutic. The stories that make us tear up and sad, make us not only humble, but more intuitive. Both make you a better person.

Remember what Abraham Lincoln said, “In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”  Or those famous words by Babe Ruth, “Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.”

Now I will close by introducing the choice of foreword writers!

Dennis “Wemus” Grubb was never a childhood friend, but I watched him play music since my senior year in High School. At all the high school reunions, he would bring out his bands of the past. He will be asked the impossible by me and that is to put the Blog to music. We hope to have plenty of stories about his absolutely fascinating life. I do recommend that you put on your Depends when you read his stuff.

The contributors of this blog have stories and music throughout. Please enjoy!  Remember that this blog will not only be continued by us and our children, but their children, too.

Dianne Whittington of course is my favorite person of all, and has pushed the blog since the beginning. I mistakenly (and repeatedly) called her husband of 50 years, “Denton”. He is now officially called “Glenn” (his real name). Dianne will contribute and inspire our ladies of Midland to continue to write stories.

Linda Mills is our most mentioned classmate from her class of 1964.  She posted the most memorable last thoughts and words of Bobby Garst. Denton and I are looking for more stuff from this talented lady. Sorry, I meant Glenn.

Bobby Garst (RIP) wrote the following piece several years before he passed away, and it seems most fitting to use as the foreword to this blog. Please enjoy it here:

The Sidewalk

By John McElligott

My first memory as child is standing on an old asphalt sidewalk in my underwear (A.K.A. “Tidy Whities”). I looked at my brothers, Tom, Bruce and their friends all dressed in their jeans and shorts. I ran into our home, the old military barracks, and quickly put on some shorts and went back out to face the world. It’s here in Terminal, Texas, a plot of 220 acres between Midland and Odessa, Texas, that my journey began. Terminal was later purchased by Midland County, and as you will learn, Midland is where I drank the water until 1965.

Lots of kids of all ages gathered on that sidewalk.  We all shared one thing in common in that we all lived with hard working parents in an abandoned Army military airbase. How did they get there? I don’t know, but we all lived near the sidewalk in either a one- or two-story barrack.   Most were two income working families with one car. Most worked as roughnecks, pumpers and chemical operators for the oil companies or were employed with the airlines. There were also ranch hands, barbers, grocery store operators, and a lot of teachers. My mom was a part-time teacher, and sold tickets at the Texas Drive Inn Theater at night. My dad worked for the airlines.

One of my most vivid memories is the sewer plant where we played tag and often ran around the 3-foot pools of poop and water. If you fell in the sewer water, you could expect ass kicking time when you got home, since we did not have any extra sets of clothes and the sewer smell never went away.

I distinctly remember the sewer plant operator, Mr. Davis. He looked just like Santa. Mr. Davis went off one day, got a gun and held up the Terminal Police and the Texas Highway Patrol. I think the smell of the poop must have driven him crazy. I don’t remember ever seeing him again.


The Fisher and Hammock Families

By John McElligott

There were several families in Terminal, Texas that influenced my brother, Tom and me. This is the one that influenced me the most.

The Fisher Family

(John, Joe, Tom, Jim, Jerry, Gene, Mike, Pat, Frank, and Susie)

 We all grew up within walking distance of my family’s one story barracks (see pictures) and then later, our two story barrack which housed the Terminal Texas Post office. 

My house, and the sidewalk where I became a 3 year old nudist. The water tower which we climbed many times and sat on the cat walk at the top.

Since we went to St Ann’s with most of the kids in the Fisher family, we spent a lot of time with them. Tom, my older brother and John Fisher were in the same grade and together they graduated from 8th grade at St. Ann’s. John and my brother Tom went to MHS together until graduation in 1958. John received a scholarship for Texas A&M, and later Joe, Tom and a few other Fisher kids followed him to Texas A&M. Let’s put it this way, the Fisher family became one of the first families (to my knowledge), to populate Texas A&M . 
Now lunch at the Fisher house, with all the kids, was my favorite part of the day. The mother, Alice Fisher, would lay out lunch meat and bread with mustard and jalapeno peppers (with the dragon on the jar). I never missed a day eating lunch, and enjoyed woofing down those peppers that would smoke your poop shoot for days. This is why I have never had hemorrhoids! Thanks, Alice Fisher!

Clyde Fisher would eat peppers by the jar. He was a different and yet amazing father. Mr Fisher was an electrician by trade and the first person I ever met who was in a Union. He got the union to sponsor our Boy Scout Troop.

Speaking of Boy Scouts, I was one merit badge away from making Eagle Scout. (You will see the reason later in the book and it had to do with a trip I took at the age of 13.) Since we had the best scout troop ever, we entered all kinds of competitions like starting a fire to tying knots.  Roy Vaughn, MHS 63, was also a member of the troop, and coincidentally, my first trauma case on my way to becoming a medical professional. Mr. Fisher made the camping trips something special and really made you want to be an outdoors person. I can say the trips actually made being in the military much easier for me, in comparison to those who came from families that did not have the Fishers (and the other scouts) that taught us how to suck it up.

Now my second trauma case with the scout troop was me! We were out camping in the dead of winter in the middle of West Texas and I stabbed a can of beans with my pocket knife. The blade folded up and cut my finger half off at the joint of my little finger on my right hand. Scout Master Clyde Fisher washed out my wound with a canteen of water, and put my finger in a cloth glove. The glove soaked up the blood and the winter cold froze the finger. I left the glove on night and day. Upon arriving home three days later, my mother soaked the glove off my finger and, to my surprise, my finger was in one piece! To this day, that finger functions normally. While in the military, serving with the Marines, I used the same technique on many occasions. I tell people that growing up in Terminal and being a boy scout with Clyde Fisher made the boot camp in the military seem like nothing!


Terminal Texas Memory

Click below to listen to “No Particular Place to Go” by Chuck Berry. Listen while you read!

By William Godwin

I remember when the Terminal kids came to Alamo. I met John McElligott and Gene Clark. We became fast friends. I went to Terminal all the time to visit them. Many treats including eating John’s Mother’s cooking, taking showers in the high showers with six or eight heads, and stopping up the drains in the shower. It almost became a swimming pool! We went into all the tunnels under the runways. It was a great time!


Terminal, Texas

by Bekki Maier Welch

I can remember back in the day when we moved to Midland. Well.. I don’t really remember because I was only four. There wasn’t any housing available in Midland, so we lived in Terminal, which is the airport, but at the time it was also an Army and Air Force base during the war. It was a great place to live. It was like a tiny town. We had a grocery store, fire dept., police dept.,school, library and on Saturdays they would show cartoons and Abbott and Costello for the kids. I went to school there through the third grade, then we were bused into town. Eventually businesses started moving into Terminal. We were called the Terminal Termites. Well I could go on and on about Terminal, but on to other things.

In reference to the name of the book (What’s in the Water in Midland, Texas) the water in Midland was terrible, and still is but not as bad as it used to be! People would come to visit and nearly throw up. We didn’t have bottled water back then so if you lived here you drank it. We were used to it and  would laugh at people that came to see us.