Can you identify this pretty girl, sitting next to Henry Greenbaum. It appears she's checking her dance card, a relic of earlier times.
Prom Photos Courtesy of
Janice Deeb Gritton
A huge smile and sparkling eyes, courtesy of Lynn Kollenburg. Where is she?
A happy Dorothy Gordon with her prom date, just weeks before her sad, untimely death.
Here's the pretty girl again, this time with Carlton "Curt" Neat, instead of Henry. Maybe Curt will tell us who she is.
Lynn Kollenburg and Louis Nagel, caught in a private, happy moment.
Janice Deeb Gritton, looking beautiful in her tiara and strapless gown.
Front to back, Janice Deeb Gritton, Don Espy, Jane Davis Tharp, in the graduation processional at Freedom Hall.
The picture of Dorothy Newton and Jim Small is haunting. Dorothy was one of the brightest students in the Class of 1960 and is missing, as of September, 2010. I've Googled her name and it appears nowhere on the web. Dorothy was brilliant and had a bright future. She was also a good friend. I took her to a Valentine's Day dance in our junior year. You would think if she became all she could be, surely her accomplishments would have been picked up by Google; but sadly, there is no mention of her.
Ross Simpson
"Make Every Shot Count" was Mom's motto. The night we graduated from Fern Creek High, at Freedom Hall, she grabbed her Brownie Hawkeye camera with flash and a flashbulb that she carried in her purse, fought her way to the front of the line of graduates and took my picture.
This was no easy task. Timing was everything. Had she hesitated leaving her seat, she would have missed capturing the moment.
The camera she bought before our family moved to Fern Creek in 1955 had a small prism viewfinder embedded in the top of the camera box. You had to peer down into the so-called "brilliant viewfinder," hold the camera level and snap the picture.
Unlike the digital miracles we use today, Mom’s camera was a single shot. The $5.00 camera was loaded with 24-exposure 620 color negative film which cost only a couple of pennies per shot, but Mom was frugal. It took her almost three years to shoot the rest of that roll. By then, I had forgotten about the graduation picture she had taken. But here I am, more than 50 years later in living color.
I guess I got some of my boldness from Mom. To this day, I muscle my way to the front of pre-school, middle school and high school events my grandchildren are involved in. Old habits die hard.
So if you don't have a picture of you receiving your diploma, blame your mother.
Ross Simpson receiving his diploma from W. K. Niman, principal of Fern Creek High School.