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Tempe High School Class of 1969 - Our Parents

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Body:	<i>Greg, this is a wonderful topic. I meant to respond to it when I first saw the posting, but... so, I will start from my earliest memories: Peter Shelton's parents, Mary and David. They welcomed me into their home as if I were their daughter. Anytime I wanted a some 'happy time' I would just cross the street and go through the carport door into their wonderful home. Mary always greeted me with her delightful singsong voice and David would give a low chuckling hello. I loved sitting in their den and watching TV or on the back porch drinking lemonade. The summer after high school graduation I was treated to a week's vacation at Mrs. Shelton's parents' home in Troy, Ohio. Peter was there with his mom and dad. Mary taught me how to make homemade apple sauce and we all sat on the front porch staring up at the moon while the astronauts were landing and taking the 'first step for mankind.' Whenever anything happened in my life, good, bad or ugly, I would run to the Sheltons and tell them all about it. I loved it when Dave would come to our house and enter, without knocking, with his jolly, 'Hello' My family and the Sheltons shared many holiday dinners and celebrations. Steve Jones' parents, Cliff and Carolyn, were ever present in my childhood. Carolyn in a very quiet pleasant manner, Cliff always in association with a baseball or football. He challenged me to my limits as I tried to keep up with Steve and Cliff, Jr while playing tag football or fielding Cliff seniors batted or throwm baseballs to improve our fielding. Alas, who could possibly keep up with Jonesy in the sports world. I remember a day when Steve and I were playing catch with a beachball in his bedroom, when the ball hit the glass cover on the ceiling light. It shattered and a piece of glass lanced into the bridge of Steve's nose. Carolyn came running and calmly removed the glass, stopped the bleeding, prevented us from cutting our bare feet, shooed me back home, and took Steve to the Doctor. She was amazing. I do not remember if Steve caught grief from his dad. Nick Bozovich's parents were near and dear to me. They, too, welsomed me into their home and allowed me to participate in the joy of there newly adopted newborn girl. I was baby crazy and relentlessly knocked on the door with, 'Is she awake.' Mrs. Bozovich was responsible for me catching onto and doing very well in algebra and geometry. She tutored me on a weekly basis and I will be forever grateful for her expert and patient teaching. She presented math in a fashion that I could grasp and build my confidence in learning. Then, of course, Denise Petty and her family came onto the scene. Sylvia and George were so wonderful to me. They took me everywhere with them, just as if I were their daughter, too. It was in the Petty home that I discovered that families, adults included, played games together. Sylvia trught me how to play canasta and another similiar card game that starts with a 'Z'. I spent endless ours playing the game of life or monopoly while eating pickles or sandwich spread sandwiches. I usually tried to hang out long enough to get invited for dinner. I will never forget Sylvia's 'pasties.' Not what you think. These were little meat and onion filled pie crusts folded in half, made individually for each person. Yummy! Then, Vicki Smith arrived on the scene, with her parents Maxine and Bill. They, too, tolerated me hanging out at their home and feeding me as if one of their kids. Genie Davis' parents were always kind and welcoming. I spent many hours with Genie at her home playing all the little girlie fun with our dolls and stuffed animals. When Genie and I roomed together in the ASU dorms, Mrs. Davis would often welcome me home with Genie for a much desired homecooked meal. Mrs. Davis was an amazing seamstress and having made Genie's incredibly beautiful wedding gown, I remember her sewing her into the gown, just before Genie was to walk down the aisle. I repeated that very thing with my daughter's prom dress. I thought sewing her into it would prevent and hanky panky or at least there would be evidence if it did occur. I can't remember if it did. I am forever grateful for all the wonderful parents of my friends who were so kind and generous to me. I truely grew up in a neighborhood in which all the parents parented all the children. It was our 'village.' Gail</i> *
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