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Hey, let’s share stories! If you attended Pasadena High in the ‘60s, I’m sure you remember growing up in a small town that once was an enormous strawberry patch. The good old laid-back days of PHS kids were special indeed—and it feels good sometimes to remember the Capitan (triple features), Monterey House (yum enchiladas), The Grove hotdogs (with mile-high chili and cheese), the Corral drinks, the San Jacinto Monument fun, and even the old Red Bluff Drive-In

Of course, all the root beer floats in the world can’t waft us back, time machine- style, to the lazy, hazy days of Pasadena summers—but still, we can return to that time in sweet memories that many of us share.

One thing I know for sure is that we had fun, laughing and gossiping and passing notes to each other between classes (without the convenience of texting), and we gathered in the foyer most mornings before school just to share social buzz.

Yes, we sang and danced to “Get a Job,” “Great Balls of Fire,” “Rock Around the Clock,” and “Twilight Time,” and learned as Baby Boomers to respect teachers, parents, and peers. Lucky for us, we had little angst and adolescent depression in our years of being teens—and our parents didn’t compete with other families for the priciest birthday party or the kid-with-the-most-trophies. Our dear old moms and dads just let us go outside and play simple games—collecting lightning bugs in a Mason jar and generally being young and foolish. Most of us had few issues to sort, and somehow we figured out how to prep for the SATs and ACTs without having to leave the orbit of joy that was our norm.  We applied for college and/or got jobs—and some got married. Others packed up new luggage and left for UT or Sam Houston or Stephen F. Austin with exciting plans to pledge a sorority or fraternity—who knew what career was in store? That kind of heavy-lifting thinking we postponed just a few more years, thank you very much.

When I think of PHS in the “olden days,” many fresh faces and bright eyes come to mind, and I know for sure that it was a great time to be young—I loved the friends I made and the acquaintances I learned alongside and the great teachers we had. As today’s kids are fond of saying, it was “all good.”

So please, I invite you to weigh in right here with your memories and photos of special places and people from dear Pasadena, Texas. Help me make this website a cornerstone—a meeting-place of sorts.

These are the givens of ‘60s kids:

  • We loved (and love) our American flag.
  • Every day we said the Pledge of Allegiance
  • We prayed our morning prayers.

We had no idea how much would change in decades to come and what an avalanche of electronics our own children would juggle as life in the U.S.A. changed and people changed and crazies proliferated.

And now we’re left with the complex job of guiding grandchildren and our offspring to make sense of it all—and still smile—and stay optimistic and enjoy the happiness of living each day to the fullest. Through example, we can keep the legacy alive of our long-held belief in the value of living a good life in a wonderful country with the absolute best people on the globe.

Appreciate. Love. Laugh. Hug. Give.

And, of course, elbow-bump.

Diane Shirley Stafford-Munoz

4 Comments

  1. Joan Jorden Swain says:

    Those PHS days were filled with wonderful memories. What fun and amazing friends we all had. Loved seeing the picture of our home town treater. Those days were a special time for all of us. So thankful for all the memories.

    • Thanks, Joan, for responding! We did have wonderful times–seems like just a few years ago.
      Hope all your family is doing well during this time of hunkering-down and realizing what’s really important.
      It’s a crisis–but we will all get through it, and hopefully, all of us will be more peaceful than we were before.
      God bless you, sweet Joan!

  2. BILL E. PLUNKETT says:

    PHS CLASS OF ’62 .. Is alive and well today. Many friendships have been renewed and continue through Social Media. I-phone, I-pads and computers have transformed out lives in the digital age. Yes, I remember going to the Grove, we would buy a gallon of Root Beer .. I often think of how good the Chili Cheese Dog was ! I remember going to Warriner’s, on Southmore and ordering a Steak Sandwich .. These two Drive Inns served the ‘Best’ .. I judge Fast Food Restaurants to those standards today, we were so luck to live in the sixty’s, on yeah don’t forget about the Wink, they had the best BBQ ever!

    Sunday drives were so much fun .. Family Time, to learn about our surrounding, a drive by Hobby Airport to see all the huge Airplanes that people were flying in, dreaming of the day when we would be able to travel, like our peers and family members. Little did we know how small our world would become through global travel. Nor did we know that our new neighbors, way out south of Pasadena (Nasa and Ellington Air Force Base) were astronauts that were training for space flights .. to the Moon and back several times and even talk of going to Mars !

    PHS CLASS OF ’62 has a Facebook Page for all our classmates. Contact me if you would like to join our group (Invite only and ’62 classmates only) bplu@aol.com Till the next time we meet. Ours paths crossed for a reason ! God Bless !

  3. Thank you, Bill! So great to hear your reminiscences! So long ago–but so much fun to remember. SO FUNNY to know that you can recall those chili cheese dogs. I try to make them like that, but they never taste as good! Ah, the root beer…I remember that, too. The simplicity of our “time” is so enviable, especially in a time when kids face so many more complications and “worries.” They will survive, though, and we’ll help them along the way. It is true that social media allows us to renew old friendships, and that is a gift indeed.
    Take care!

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