I went on to McLean and was the last class to graduate from there and then on to North High School and graduated in 1975. I was an Elementary major at ISU and did my internship with Mrs. Lawson. She was always so kind and pretty and she had not changed a bit.

It’s so sad that they tore this building down. I remember the beautiful stairways with the wooden rails. Does anyone remember the basement and walking through the area with furnace or whatever that was in the “caged” area? I was always afraid down there. They also had those monkey bars on asphalt! I am sure that would NEVER fly today! I would go over after school and in the summer and hit tennis balls off the side of the building and ride my bike down the overpass. So many good memories. I am still friends with several of my classmates from Rea.

I would love to find Susan Tucker. She was a little younger than me and would have graduated from HS in 1977. Her mother died when she was very young and she moved. If anyone has any information, please let me know.

Again, Thanks John!

Thanks for any info you can give me…..

Best wishes,
JTJ

Being John Johnson has given me extra challenges all my life. I was tired of the “My name is Yohn Yohnson. I come from Wisconsin” song by the time I was four. People still “surprise” me with it and expect it to be new to me. When I was going into Jr. High we moved to a town of 700. I became the fourth John Johnson in town. Not long after I was married, my wife received a card of condolences on the loss of her husband. With the use of the return address she was able to call the sender to let her know that her card had not arrived at the home of the correct John Johnson, but we could not help her find the right one.

I truly do not mean to complain. I just thought it might be nice to share my minor annoyance with someone who should understand.

I am not familiar with Shades State Park (did I get that name right?)but we stay and hike at Turkey Run once or twice a year. We love it there.

Also, I don’t grasp the concept of “donkey chicken”. Is that a donkey that is afraid as well as stubborn, or is it a chicken that doesn’t taste just like chicken? I may never know.

I’m closing in on time to go home. I guess I’ll go back to facebook. How many John Johnsons do you suppose are on there?

I do seem to definitely remember you. If you are the person I think you are, I recall your face–you wore glasses, and you sang in the choir. Do you know that I have recollection of you singing “O Holy Night” during a Christmas choir presentation, which I believe was held in the cafeteria? It can be amazing how well one remembers certain details of their life. I graduated from FPCHS in 1982. We would often sit at the same table during lunch. There was another guy who sat with us named “Doug Espeseth”, who was on the golf team, and would give us an “exciting” shot by shot account on a blank sheet of notebook paper, of a day on the green. You may remember my brother “Rick” more than you remember me, as he also graduated in 1980. Only by chance, in doing a FPCHS search (as I wanted to know when our old school was to be demolished, making room for the brand new facilty) did I happen upon your site.

Anyway, I hope you remember me (I wasn’t in any group or class organizations) but I’d like to hear from you, just to say hi and relate some high school memories. If it’s any help to refresh your memory, I was friends with Joe Mola (‘81), Gary Keller (‘82), Jeff and Dave Koerner (‘80 and ‘91 respectively) to name a few people that we might be have known. I actually miss the school, or at least some memories of those I attended Central with, and was sort of sad to hear that it was being torn down, but I realize no building can last forever. Some of the school’s buidings, like the Science, were damaged and torn down after the storms of 2005.

Do you remember John Eastman? (‘81). He was in the band. I miss him alot, and haven’t seen him since the mid-80’s. He had a great sense of humor, and had me often in stitches with his offbeat type of humor. I would like to try to locate him if possible, utilizing perhaps a reunion type of site, to find old friends.

Ok John, take care and hope to hear from you.

Sincerely,
Robert Spreitzer