After one final summer of Little League baseball, a final summer of collecting the baseball cards of Mickey Mantle, Hank Aaron, Ted Williams, among many other greats of that day, no boy/girl stuff, bike explorations into the deep mysteries of the wilderness east of Richland Hills, tadpoles, crawdad fishing, and a bunch of similar pleasant distractions, 7th grade and their bouts with puberty awaited the boys at Junior High.
The girls had been dealing with their own pubescent
bewilderment for about a year or so by now.
Elvis topped the pop charts and so did Pat Boone. And the girls tended to flock together to
learn and dance to the new Rock ‘n Roll music that was filling the radio waves. Starting near the end of 6th
grade, a number of parents hosted fairly large house parties, inviting both
boys and girls, where most everyone started learning to dance. If you didn’t dance….you were “square” and
most likely not invited to the parties.
For a few of the elementary years, some of the kids had been
gathering together for small birthday parties and swim parties at local
pools. Private pools may have existed
this early (1956-57), but they were rare—most of us were just getting
acquainted with real air conditioning about this time and a few of our families
were just getting their second car. Ft.
Worth was blessed with a number of
privately owned public pools such as Burger’s Lake,
Barbrook, Lucas, and the Meadowbrook CC pool on Jenson.
Another active venue for boys and girls to gather were the
neighborhood movie theaters and nearby eateries. On the East Side, it
was the Gateway theater; in Richland Hills it was the Haltom theater and
occasionally, the Tower at 5-Points (or, is it 6-Points?). A lot of us had been going to the Saturday
matinees since the early grades. During
all those years we were content to goof around with friends, throw pop corn off
the balcony, and eat plenty of junk food.
About the start of 7th grade, we started noticing our opposites…girls
and boys.
Junior High. I
suspect that our first days at Junior High were about the same no matter which
school we attended. 9th
graders were a lot larger than we 7th graders and the 8th
graders were also a little larger. For a
7th grade boy, that meant that for the first time in his life, he
had to face other boys that posed a threat….bullies.
Since I attended 7th and 8th grades at
different schools, I had the opportunity to observe and deal with bullies
in both schools…they were about the same in each place. They were generally a little larger, not too
bright, some of them perpetually menacing, some happy-go-lucky, but all shared
a common trait. They were ready and able
to fight at the drop of a hat whenever someone angered them…which wasn’t at all
difficult to do. Since I hadn’t been
trained to fight, lacked size, and valued the integrity of my teeth, eyes and
nose, I gave these guys a wide berth.
However, they were never far away, especially in the PE classes.
Bullies were also prolific sources of new vocabulary words I
was sure I couldn’t repeat in any company I was likely to keep. One of Meadowbrook bullies told me that he
had gotten, “a 25¢ piece” over the weekend. Piece of what, I wondered. When he or someone else explained, I still
had little clue what he meant. In
retrospect, I suppose it was one of those many subtle eureka moments during the
march through puberty. By 9th
grade, most of our adolescent thugs were gone…somewhere and we didn’t see them
at EHHS.
Lots of new kids. At
Junior High, our 2 or 3 sixth grade classes from our 3 or 4 former elementary schools
were joined with one another forming a much larger student population about 3-4
times larger than we had been in school with all those elementary years. That meant more pretty girls, more sports
competition, more academic competition, and losing the strong ties with our
earlier friends as new ones came forward.
My girlfriend situation that year was a mixed bag. Gone after just that one 6th grade year, was the beautiful Kay Sturkie who had broken my heart over that 6 grade picnic deal; but, rejoining me after our having been separated since 3rd grade was the beautiful Donna who had been my love interest in the “old days.” Now 12, she hadn’t aged too well but, she was as affectionate as ever (back in 3rd grade !) and pasted herself to me all that year. However, a young man’s eye does tend to wander, even at that tender age and mine certainly did.
Cheerleaders. Besides
all the various coveys of girls intently focused on girl stuff, Rock ‘n Roll, and
dancing, there was the new and exciting prospect of a new group of very visible
young gals…the Cheerleaders ! We had had
them in elementary school but, those were different since we had known them
since the early grades. From a 7th
grader’s perspective, these new Junior High cheerleaders were older women…all 5
of them either 8th or 9th graders. Added to that wonderful new environment was
the traditional all-school pep rally in the auditorium which would be a fall
staple all the way through the rest of our schooling at EHHS.
It was immediately clear to any observant 7th
grade boy that being close to one or more of those cheerleaders would put you
in the most visible of all the school groups.
But, in 7th grade, it was also clear to that same boy…he had
no standing as a significant figure yet.
So, I suppose the pages in my 7th grade yearbook was this adolescent’s
closest pass at the cheerleader spotlight…they all signed my book…at my
request. Guess I had one of those
innocent, wishful looks about me then.
But, as an experienced autograph collector by then, having already
scored autographs from Mickey Mantle, Ty Cobb, Ted Williams, Hank Aaron, and
Rogers Hornsby, maybe there was a little more juice to the kid than I recall.
House Parties. A
fairly significant component of our early social sorting were the house parties
given at various homes around the area.
This was a somewhat common event in both the Richland Hills and
Meadowbrook neighborhoods where I attended both schools. I believe these parties to have been more our
parents’ creation than ours. Of course,
as kids we were more than happy to go along with the party idea since it
provided additional venues for socializing between the boys and girls….and it
was fun…well, it was for those who were invited. And therein lay some problems. Not all of us could participate because we
weren’t invited.
Of course to throw a party, a family had to have a large enough
house and yard. Most of us didn’t.
Adios