Announcing a new Facebook Group and a new Blog


We have created a new Facebook Group called

The Childress (Texas) High School Classes of 1960-1966

Created for anyone from the Childress (Texas) High School classes of 1960-1966 who is looking to reconnect or connect with former friends and classmates.

If you are currently a member of Facebook or if you are planning to become a member of Facebook, we invite you to join the group. Contact either Nicki or Jennifer for information.

You are also invited to visit our new blog, Voices From the Class of '63,
Showing posts with label Celebrating the Journey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Celebrating the Journey. Show all posts

Monday, September 8, 2008

Celebrating the Journey: The Power of Love: Driscilla and Robert Storrs


Driscilla (Dehtan) and Robert Storrs
April 7, 1967

How did you meet and what attracted you to each other?

We met at the library at Wayland Baptist College (now University). The first thing I noticed was the stack of books tucked under his arm. It was Saturday toward the end of the semester and I was looking for a book to read over the weekend to finish my 1000 pages of outside reading for a sociology class. When I got to the sociology section of the library, the shelf was bare – and Robert (Bobby at the time) was holding three books – the last three in the section – planning to read 1000 pages over the weekend. We talked for quite a while, but I wasn’t able to talk him into relinquishing a book. (To finish my assignment, I borrowed a book from one of the girls in the dorm.) He called me soon after that. The fact that he had a beautiful speaking and singing voice and a great smile didn’t hurt at all!

What was the biggest thing that you had to change or learn to make your marriage work?

I had to learn to cook. Before I married, my mother and my sister did all the cooking - I hope because they wanted to. In spite of the hours spent in Miss Long’s homemaking class, I never developed an affinity for cooking. I’d just as soon eat crackers and peanut butter and drink diet Coke for a meal. Our first oven didn’t work (we paid $12 for it, so I guess we got what we paid for!) and I incinerated everything until we figured out the problem was the thermostat. We bought an oven thermometer and took hours trying to get the right oven temperature. When Robert graduated college and went to seminary, we took the stove with us. I used it for 4 years. It was a thrill to leave it behind when we left Ft. Worth. To this day, Robert won’t eat tuna noodle casserole because I made it so much during seminary days. Tuna and noodles were cheap and we could make a casserole last for two days. The final straw for Robert was when we finished off a tuna noodle casserole, it still two days until payday and we had tuna and noodles in the pantry. I fixed another casserole. When we sat down to dinner that night, Robert looked at the entrĂ©e and said, “I thought we finished this last night.” I cheerily said, “We did. This one is new.” As I said, to this day, he refuses to eat tuna noodle casserole. In the following years, I cooked for our three girls, their friends, individual students and student groups that Robert worked with, international students, visiting seminary dignitaries, church potluck dinners, and various people Robert invited to eat with us – the man who delivered our washer and dryer, the postman, students selling encyclopedias door-to-door. In spite of all this “practice,” I still hate to cook!

What was the biggest challenge you triumphed over as a couple?

We’ve certainly had our share of “challenges” to face. Probably the toughest was the year that Robert was without work. That year changed us both. I was the wanna-be-stay-at-home mom who had taken a part-time job to save money for the girls’ orthodontic work and college. Robert was the gregarious never-enough-people-around person. During that really tough year, Robert became a hermit, and I had less and less time at home as I took on more and more duties at work to meet our expenses. It was a miserable year – one that I’ve said I wouldn’t, couldn’t go through again – but we survived it.

How has your relationship changed over time?

Our relationship became a lot easier as we stopped expecting from each other what we simply could not provide and learned to appreciate what we truly had to offer. I finally learned to understand that Robert could not give me some of the emotional support that I expected from him. For instance, he doesn’t get mad with me. Some people say it’s because he’s a Libra and likes things in balance, so whatever side I’m on, he will look for the strengths in the other side in order to keep that balance. Whatever the reason, we were both happier once I stopped expecting from him what he could not give. Robert figured out that sometimes I get very down, and he learned to give me time to work out whatever was troubling me. We’ve learned not to let small annoyances become big issues.

What accomplishment are you most proud of in your life?

As you might expect, my proudest accomplishment is our children. We have three girls – a blonde, a brunette and a redhead – a nurse, a teacher and a former teacher now a stay-at-home mom. I’ve told them many times that if they were not my daughters, I would still want to be their friend. They are the delight of my heart. They are all smart and funny and can cheer me up in any circumstance.

What activities do you enjoy doing together?

At one time, Robert and I jogged about 35 miles a week, but that was years ago. These days, we still enjoy walking together. For my birthday a couple of years ago, he bought bikes for both of us, and we’ve enjoyed trying to bike together. We took the bikes to Caprock Canyon where we tried to off-road on a trail that turned out to be too difficult for us – on a day that turned out to be 103 degrees – with only a 20-oz bottle of water for each of us. It wasn’t pretty, but we did come out with a survival story! We also took yoga classes together for two months – where I fully expected to get thrown out of class because something always “happened” – like Robert coming up with his own yoga poses of Beached Whale and Walrus (a variation of Beached Whale with a finger-mustache). We also enjoy movies (though I like romantic comedy and Robert likes action so it’s hard to find a movie we both like). Mostly we love spending time with the kids and grandkids!

What is your favorite thing about being married?

My favorite is not being alone. I’m a ‘fraidy-cat and love having someone to answer the door when the doorbell rings at 3 AM (Rosa’s Mexican food delivery – wrong address) or to drive when the roads are bad. Mostly I like the fact that we’ve shared so many years together that we actually understand each other’s corny jokes.

What is your least favorite thing about being married?

Waiting. I seem to spend half my life waiting for Robert – to go somewhere, to come home, to get out of a long meeting, etc. Other than that, I can’t think of anything.

Is there anything you haven’t accomplished that you dream of doing together?

Not really. Unless you count getting fabulously rich and sharing the wealth with family and favorite charities. Or being foster parents for a dog rescue group. Or learning to square dance.

In your experience, what is the secret to a good marriage?

There are so many things that go into a good marriage – mutual respect, good sense of humor, shared goals, etc. But the one word I’ve settled on is commitment. It’s not glamorous, but it’s very practical. In fact, I figured this out during the class reunion in 1978. Our week of vacation ending at the reunion turned out to be one of the worst weeks we’ve faced together. We were living in Colorado at the time, driving to see my folks, then to the reunion. We had car trouble 8 miles from Clayton, NM, where Robert tried unsuccessfully to fashion a temporary fan belt using the elastic band from pantyhose. He finally ended up hitching a ride into Clayton, leaving our three girls and me sweltering in the car until he could get back with a real fan belt. We continued to have trouble and kept pouring our drinking water into the radiator and turned off the A/C. From the back seat, our 2-year-old daughter woke up and said, “I dirsty.” I reassured her that Grandpa would have water at his house. When we arrived at Daddy’s house in Plainview at midnight, there was a note on the screen door (this was long before cell phones) that they had been called out of town on an emergency and didn’t know when they would return. Our girls drank from the garden hose in the front yard. We tried to find a motel to spend the rest of the night, but there was a basketball clinic in town. We stopped at every motel between Plainview and Lubbock to find out they were all occupied. (It gave me new appreciation for Mary and Joseph and their plight when “there was no room for them in the inn.”) We finally found a place in Lubbock where we spent the night, but our vacation budget took a severe blow. In the morning, I called Kay Ann and Gayle and whimpered, “Hi, this is Driscilla Dehtan. Do you remember me?” Bless their hearts, they did! We spent the day with them; then, when it turned out that we couldn’t go to Mama’s house in Dimmitt that night, Kay Ann and Gayle even put us up for the night! From there, we had other fiascos during that trying week, including the near-drowning of two of our girls at the motel swimming pool in Childress at the reunion. After the reunion, Robert and I returned to the motel in separate cars (probably so we wouldn’t kill each other!). I rode with Kay Ann and Gayle. I told them all about the miserable trip. Kay Ann turned to me and asked, “And what is the Lord teaching you?” My mind came up with all sorts of negative things I’d learned on the trip. But the words that sprang to the top of my mind and out of my mouth were: Marriage is a commitment. After that, everything fell into place – or I didn’t notice anymore that they were out of place. We’ve been through some tough times since that revelation, but the truth of the words has never left me: Marriage is a commitment.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Celebrating the Journey: The Power of Love: Kay and Gayle Whitten

Kay (Eatherly) and Gayle Whitten
August 20, 1966


How did you meet and what attracted you to each other?

We met in our sophomore history class, and I (Kay) did not learn history, but I was attracted to a cute boy who was full of fun and had a great smile. Gayle says he thought I was cute but probably would not give him a second look. He was so intriguing that I asked him to be my date at the Future Teachers of America banquet on March 24, 1961. From that night on, we spent a lot of time together. After we graduated from high school, Gayle went to Wayland Baptist while I went to Texas Tech. That first year of college left us longing to be in the same town, so the next year, Gayle transferred to Texas Tech where we discovered that we truly wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. So we married August 20, 1966 and have lived in Lubbock ever since.

What was the biggest thing that you had to change or learn to make your marriage work? What was the biggest challenge you triumphed over as a couple?

According to Gary Thomas, a Christian author, “God designed marriage to make us holy more than to make us happy.” We are living examples of the truth of that statement. Marriage has been a challenge for both of us; living together, respecting each other, submitting to the Christ in each other, choosing to stay together, living on a one-teacher salary and bringing up two children to be Godly people who are responsible and delightful, being stretched and stressed while taking care of sick parents while working full time, and then dealing with the deaths of our parents.

How has your relationship changed over time?

GOD is faithful, and today we are happier, more content, more in love with Jesus and each other than we have ever been.

What Accomplishment are you most proud of in your life?

Our children are healthy and successful, bringing up our five grandchildren in homes with love and affection. We thoroughly enjoy our grandchildren and are blessed almost daily to see the three who live in Lubbock. The other two are in Houston, and it takes more effort to see them.

What activities do you enjoy doing together?

For years, we had a boat and spent many hours boating, skiing and fishing. We have been privileged to take many wonderful and awesome trips together—Korea, China, Russia, Japan, Czech Republic, Mexico, Panama, Costa Rica, Jamaica, Cayman Islands, Canada, London, Hawaii, Alaska, Arizona, all over Texas, and soon we will go to Virginia and Washington, DC. We enjoy bird watching and sharing in the excitement of finding birds wherever we go.

What is your favorite thing about being married?

Having someone to share LIFE with is a precious gift, and God has used this gift to draw both of us closer to Him, truly revealing that the process of becoming holy is a road marked with trials and suffering, but the eternal rewards, that far outshine merely being happy, are true love, joy, peace and happiness.

Is there anything you haven’t accomplished that you dream of doing together?

As I write this, God is opening new opportunities for Gayle to embark on realizing his life-long dream of teaching Creation vs. Evolution in churches and in the Ministry Training School at our church. Together, we prepare PowerPoint presentations that emphasize the authority of the scriptures as they relate to this topic as well as to our daily lives. This is just another step in our journey, and we are eager to see where this path will lead and what new and exciting things lie ahead.

In your experience, what is the secret to a good marriage?

Our secret to a good marriage is not really a secret but a scripture: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths (journey).”

Reflecting on the Journey: The Power of Love

As we looked at these two pictures (wedding day and today), we were struck by the enormous space that separated them. What filled all those years? We have been on a journey that has led us in many directions and through valleys, across rivers, up onto mountain tops, and today we look back over that expanse and are amazed that God has been leading us and He has allowed us to share this journey together for nearly 42 years of marriage plus five and one-half years of dating.

Kay and Gayle Whitten June, 2008

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Marriage Bobcat Style

Thursday, July 31, we will begin a new series of posts entitled, Celebrating the Journey: The Power of Love. The goal for the project is to explore the question, “What is the secret of a good marriage?” All of the couples selected to participate include at least one spouse from the Class of 1963, with most having graduated from Childress High School. An added benefit for this project will be the opportunity for us to get to know each other in a different way other than the 18 year old classmates of the past.

During the past month, we have sent requests to many of our former classmates asking each one along with his/her spouse to consider participating in this project. Amazingly, the response was almost unanimously positive. Apparently this is a topic of great interest and we are so excited to begin the posts. Even more gratifying is the fact that many who have agreed to complete the questionnaires that were sent to to them are old friends who have not previously appeared on the blog. For those of you who have not yet been asked to participate, I assure you that we welcome every one and I will be contacting more of you as time goes on. However, if you would like to contact me prior to that, it would be a blessing to have you.

As the completed questionnaires are received each one will be posted on this (the main) blog. Because we consider these posts to be so special, a new blog (Celebrating the Journey) has been created so that we can move each one there for its permanent home. However, once again, because these posts are special, we want them to first appear where everyone can see them easily and then revisit them on the new blog as desired.

On Thursday, the first post (our mystery couple for now) will be featured along with a wedding photo and a today photo. Be sure to check it out.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Fog ... Terra Incognita ... and Satori ....

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Shinto "floating" Torii at Itsukushima, Miyajima Island, Japan


Sometimes it's hard to talk about significant, delicate issues. Sometimes it's hard to read about them. Sometimes it is hard to open (or carry on) a discussion of potentially touchy subjects many of us would prefer remain in abeyance. This is one of those times ... one of those subjects ... one of those posts ... and no, it's not about politics.... (grin)

Visualize (from memory or imagination): A nebular dreamscape ... a familiar, generic metaphor for our inescapable yet existential lifescape. We are alone in the scene, of course, conscious on some deeper level of the essentially solitary nature of our being, though we know there are others, kindred souls and spirits ... and perhaps others not so kindred ... out there somewhere. Imagine the landscape in chiaroscuro ... "the middle ground between light and shadow" (with a nod to Rod Serling) ... pallid sunlight giving way to shade, shadows fading to deepest ebony, bordered by gray moist curling tendrils of mist and fog ... not unlike the scene in Gone With the Wind whe
n Scarlett realizes that she is really in love with ... has loved all along ... her long-suffering knight errant Rhett Butler ... and she runs to him through a clinging, clutching, grasping fog ... only to learn after her harrowing sprint that he really no longer gives a damn, and that her enlightening epiphany has come too late. But I digress....

Each of us has traversed such fog ... or experienced the sensation of being resident in a camera obscura ... alone and vulnera
ble, enveloped in suffocating darkness, the world tilted crazily ... flashing from light to dark, or dark to light, and back again. You look for familiar landmarks to show the way or mark the path. Behind you, a sound ... what???? You turn and look, but there is nothing there ... or at least your eyes fail to register another presence.... But...? You stop for a minute, listening, straining for any sound in the half-light ... but there is nothing.... Is it nothing?

You walk on, relucta
ntly but ineluctably quickening your pace, listening.... There ... again.... A quick succession of small sounds, stopping you in your tracks ... and freezing those echoing, trailing steps in the same moment. Something is there ... something is stalking you ... unknown but implacable. You resist the urge to call out "Hello?" because maybe it hasn't seen you, doesn't yet know that you are ahead. And if somehow you've escaped its notice, you don't want to draw its attention....

Rooted to the spot, you strain your eyes, your ears, all your senses ... something (what? what?) just outside your ken. Waiting.... You move, oh so slowly, cautiously, deliberately ... feel inside your pock
ets, your purse ... is there any small protection, some beneficent talisman, you might find there? Finally, whistling through the unseen graveyard, muttering incantations against the darkness, you casually saunter away ... then moving faster, faster.... And the sound ... now just behind you, so close ... your mind leaps, your heart pounds ... and your brain sends the message to your feet that they should be pounding too ... get away ... get away ... but you are transfixed ... and that sound, that thing, is coming closer. You don't know if it's something good or bad ... you just know that it's unknown ... and you must find safety, escape, surcease.... Where is home? Your car? Perhaps you can swiftly drive away before it catches you.... Where is safety? What is safe? Where ... and who ... are you???

Golden Gate Bridge in fog

Top of the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, in the fog

There! At the signpost up ahead ('nother nod to Rod) ... that thing ... that stalker ... pursuing you so relentlessly through the fog.... You see it now ... in the mirror ... just over your shoulder ... under your eyes.... Agggghhhhh!

It's age!!!! And anyone reading this blog, this post, will have at least made its acquaintance, if not be (literally) old and comfortable friends with it by now.

Inescapable Truth: Age happens, people ... except to those who in the alternative die tragically young, perhaps leaving a beautiful corpse, but with so much of life and its promises unfulfilled. We can't change it, or bargain with it (Dorian Gray and his portrait notwithstanding), or finesse the game. It comes to (and for) all of us. The best we can do is make peace with it ... accept it as a gift that we have been given ... learn to laugh at the vicissitudes it unrelentingly visits upon us and the life lessons it insists we learn.

As I muse on these things (and play with the words), I wryly recall two specific times in my life when I was suddenly, without preface or real warning, confronted with the fact that I was actually getting older ... like my parents ... like my grandparents (eeeek!) ... that I would not somehow magically live forever, glowing with the light (and blissful ignorance) of youth. (Note: when I graduated from CHS, my grandparents were 63 years old, having been born in 1900. I will be 62 in October.)

I remember my first "awakening" so well. I was 24 years old, working at Crawford & Company in Dallas and three of us were "eating in" on
that particular day. My co-worker Carolyn was two years older than I, but we had lived through adolescence during the same time and had much shared cultural experience. The other girl was Tracy, recently hired at the company just out of high school ... probably 18 years old. I can see us so clearly, sitting around the table eating our sandwiches, Carolyn and I dominating the conversation with a lot of "Do you remember...?" Poodle skirts ... Elvis Presley on Ed Sullivan's show (where he was cropped at the waist to keep our parents from getting All Shook Up) ... Chuck Berry and Buddy Holly and Jerry Lee Lewis and Little Richard and the Platters ... "Your Hit Parade" and the early days of "American Bandstand" with Justine and Bobby and Arlene and Kenny ... bobby socks ... saddle oxfords ... penny loafers ... rolled up blue jeans ... doing "The Stroll" and "The Twist" and "The Watusi" ... back-combed bubbles with velvet bows....

Dick Clark, host of American Bandstand Dick Clark, American Bandstand

Carolyn and I were rapid-firing memories back and forth, laughing and having a great time ... and then I looked over at Tracy, and she was sitting there with her mouth open, eyes wide, looking at the two of us like we had just beamed down from the Starship Enterprise ... listening to us reminisce about things of which she had no knowledge and absolutely no frame of reference. And I remember thinking ... so distinctly ... "My God, I'm getting old!" Strange new thought.... Brave new world.... And then I put the idea out of my mind, as some anomalous and not very welcome spectral visitor ... and resumed the conversation.... And it was about four years before I revisited that terra incognita....

In October 1975, I had my 29th birthday ... I cannot say I celebrated it ... and it was the most depressing birthday I have ever had. I recall so clearly being morose for that entire year before I mercifully turned 30 and extricated myself from the grip of that wretched, stifling malaise. No matter how I tried to look at it ... no matter that I told myself I was being totally ridiculous and melodramatically melancholy ... no matter that I joked about "considering the alternative" ... and despite Yahn's bemused but unwavering, loving support ... I felt despondent every time I thought about the fact that I was 29!

Age 29 marked a fundamental shift in my vision of myself as a young person ... an immortal youth. After the 29th, reaching 30 was (for me) a piece of cake. And I have sailed through all of the other yearly milestones that resonate more deeply with others, or strike some with particular force and poignancy. I've heard from many people over the years that their 30th birthday was particularly difficult ... or their 40th ... or their 50th ... need I mention the 60th .. and beyond?

I know that many of you have your own stories to share, of your own intimations of mortality and maturity ... and we would love to hear from you about your own moments of truth and clarity ... the birthdays or other days that affected you in meaningful ways, that caused you to confront your advancing age ... whether those days were hard, or sobering, or funny ... the life lessons you learned, the insight you gained, and anything else about your significant days or moments in time.

As we racket noisily and sometimes bumptiously through the fog of life, we are blessed to find others who ease our passage, who care, who quiet our souls and soothe our minds with compassion and empathy ... "fellow travelers" to borrow a phrase which had an entirely different meaning in a very different time long, long ago. Many of us have (or had) supportive spouses or significant others, most of us have children, we all have friends ... but, but ... we also have each other.

We were classmates 45+ years ago at Childress High School ... diverse and distinct, yet bound then as now by commonalities of life experience and history. And we are still classmates in the science lab of life ... ... sometimes poking and dissecting and analyzing each other ... but also supporting and reaching out to each other as we together tend the Bunsen burner to light our way through the darkness. (I don't think until I wrote these lines that I ever imagined seeing life as analogous to dead and dismembered frogs in Richard Couch's Biology class ... but sometimes you just go where the metaphor leads you.)

When I think of the passing of time, and of life, of the days figuratively growing shorter in the "autumn of our years", I am reminded of Shakespeare's words (spoken by Lysander) in A Midsummer Night's Dream:

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night.


Lysander was speaking of true love that "never did run smooth" ... but I believe the words are equally applicable to life itself. "Life is short" is more than just a cliche. It is a cautionary bedrock truth ... otherwise it would never have made it to the status of "cliche". We are all in transit on the journeys of our lives; we laugh, we love, we have days of unalloyed joy, and nights of peace and serenity, and times of trial and stabs of pain and sadness and regret. In other words ... we live ... and if we are aware, we learn to cherish our families and friends, and nurture and grow our knowledge for use in lives to come. And eventually ... through the years, through the lives, if we are lucky and introspective and wise, we reach the state the Japanese call satori ... enlightenment. Or, as Tan Twan Eng wrote in The Gift of Rain:

... for the briefest moment I saw how everything and everyone and every time was connected in some manner. A golden light brighter than the sun filled my room, and it was all so very clear, so lucid, that I let out a soft sigh and closed my eyes, hoping to capture it in the memory of my heart. I felt completely at peace, ascending higher and higher in an all-encompassing understanding. I saw it all, everything, from beginning to end and then to a new beginning again. And after a moment of eternity it was gone, that complete clarity and total contentment, and though I did not know it then, I would search for it for the rest of my life....

Endo-san stared at me with unmoving eyes. "Satori," he wispered.


Satori
, indeed....

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