And you probably couldn’t miss it if you wanted to, unless you schedule your vacation to be out of town.
The Big Party is still a while off — 2015 to be exact — but it promises to be just that – BIG.
I’m referring to the celebration recognizing the 100th anniversary of the first class to graduate from Patterson Union High School. That class numbered only six — or seven, depending on the list in front of you. Interestingly, those six were still living in 1984 and all returned to Patterson that year to serve as grand marshals of the community’s Diamond Jubilee/Apricot Fiesta parade.
But back to our history lesson.
Local voters approved a high school district in 1913. The first high school classes started 100 years ago next week, meeting in the Patterson Grammar School building, later renamed Las Palmas School.
Soon thereafter, voters approved a large bond issue to build a new high school building. The impressive structure was not completed until March 1915, so those first graduates were in the new facility only about three months.
And why did the high school have the word Union in its title?
That’s because the high school district’s boundaries were contiguous with those of the three elementary school districts in this area – Patterson, Grayson and Rising Sun. The eighth grade graduates from those districts all went to Patterson Union High School.
Of course, long-time residents remember (I hope you do) that the three elementary schools and the high school district unified into one back in 1964. That dropped Union from the high school name and established one administration and one Board of Trustees of the Patterson Unified School District to operate and govern all of our local schools.
But scratch your head on this one. This year’s Patterson High senior class, the class of 2014, is the 10oth to graduate from PHS. However, the plan is to commemorate the 100th anniversary of that first class back in 1915.
So congratulations to this year’s seniors who have the distinction of being class No. 100. Their yearbook plans to recognize that distinction in a big way, as it should.
And in 2015 … that’s the big celebration year. A planning committee currently is being organized and already has some 10 members. Hopefully a celebration agenda will be in place by next spring.
Don’t worry. There will be plenty of tasks to tackle by school organizations, civic clubs, church groups, various PHS classes, the Historical Society, and of course all you PHS grads who are interested in getting together for a good time.
THE FINAL OUTCOME
Those following the saga of our new dog, the attack of our old cat, HM’s (Housemate’s) intervention, and her subsequent visit to the hospital are informed that she is now recovering nicely at home.
Severe infection hospitalized her for five days, but she came home with her hand intact and thankfulness for good medical care. Fortunately, I find she can still run the vacuum with one hand, as well as water the plants, do the laundry, feed the cats, etc.
Of necessity, I’ve learned how to change fitted sheets, and find it’s darned more difficult than it looks. In fact, I could use three hands.
And the other day, HM loudly chuckled when reading a column in the Chronicle written by a reporter for that newspaper.
It seems the woman was bitten in the middle of the night by her cat, who was alarmed at a raccoon glaring in the bedroom window. But the point of her column was to complain about the cost of medical care – in her case over $13,000 for a 36-hour stay in the hospital.
We haven’t yet received the total cost billed to our insurance carrier, but it will make $13,000 look like peanuts.
Then HM had another chuckle. (She’s good-natured.) It came in the way of a get-well card sent by her cousin Jim, which read:
“People who think LAUGHTER is the BEST MEDICINE apparently have never tried MORPHINE.”
She readily agreed.
WISH I’D SAID IT
A while back, a great man said: “One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by inferiors.” – Plato
FOR THE SPORTS FAN
Attention, pro scouts: I hope you kept an eye on the recent Little League tournament.
A 13-year-old Chula Vista pitcher threw an extra-inning no-hitter early in the tourney to lead his team to a 3-0 victory. He’s 6’4”, weighs 166 pounds and must be scary looking to batters only 46 feet away.
But wait. The opposing pitcher was 6’3” and tips the scales at 219 pounds. And he’s only 12 years of age. Yikes! Wait ’til the kid grows up.
Sign ’em up before they wear out their arms in high school.
By the way, those championship-winning Japanese players were quite the ball players. They deserved to win.
AND FINALLY …
With the economy the way it’s been, we’re all concerned about employment. Thus let me pass along comments recently received via email.
“My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned. Couldn’t concentrate.
Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but just couldn’t hack it, so they gave me the axe.”
There’s more, folks, many more. The list is long.
Ron Swift is editor/publisher emeritus of the Patterson Irrigator. He can be reached at email@example.com.