After spending a little time going through some of the old
EHHS CLAN yearbooks that can be found online, an interesting story about the
first changing of the old EHHS guard began to reveal itself. Perhaps those of you who stayed close to the East
Side knew of these changes, but for others of us who moved away
after high school, it’s interesting to learn a bit of this old history.
It’s clear that the leisurely consistency of our trek
through the East Side schools changed abruptly about
1968. However, it appears that the
Handley influence continued well into the 1970s. Marvin Harris, a long serving administrator
at Handley Jr. Hi, became EH’s second principal, fall 1967. Lee Tannahill, another Handley
teacher/administrator, took K.O. Vaughn’s Vice Principal job. He was Chemistry teacher, Sara Tannahill’s
husband and had been a long serving shop teacher and Vice Principal (I think)
at Handley.
One of the underlying objectives of doing this blog has been
to try and understand some of the more puzzling aspects of growing up in this
particular East Side area. As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I recalled a
number of competing influences that I as a newcomer to the area about 1958, never
quite understood. It would seem that
these first administrative changes further demonstrated a strong Handley
influence on early EH.
The accompanying pictures are a sampling of the faculty
pages from a 1969 CLAN that show about 24 of the teachers we knew during our
time there, were still teaching.
About 1977-78 I returned to the school for a visit and found
Coach Mitcham sitting at a desk in the middle of the office area, surrounded by
construction debris. They were
apparently remodeling the offices and general layout. He was one of the Vice Principals then and it
was the first time in 15-years that I had seen him. Our short meeting was a little bittersweet; I
knew him, of course, but he had to search his mind a bit before he could recall
me. It was the first time I had had the
experience of observing the fact that teachers, over the course of a long
career, deal with so many youngsters, they can only remember certain ones. He associated me with the team Roby had
quarterbacked! Roby again—still had my
craw full of him.
K.O. and his paddle had nothing on the Coach. Mitcham had his weapon out on his desk and
was “seeing” a nearly constant stream of bad boys reporting for their punishments. It was so extreme that we couldn’t carry on a
quiet conversation without being constantly interrupted. He suspended the afternoon sessions so we
could talk.
There wasn’t much of the old school left, a few teachers and
that was about it. Mitcham looked
weary. We chatted for a few minutes in
that way people who no longer share common interests, do. It was the last time I saw him.
Adios
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