Moving to Findlay in 1948 and the years that followed were a memorable time for Visit Findlay Blogger Pat Bauman. This post is the third in a series following the Findlay of days gone by. Read the first in her series features the early 1950’s and explores school-life for a middle school Pat, the second in her series explores the mid to late 1950’s and follows her free time as a teenager in Findlay!
Junior High Days were over which meant it was time to move onto Findlay Senior High School. Only part of my high school is still there and is the east section of the Marathon Center for the Performing Arts. It was time for the the north end kids to really get acquainted with the south-enders.
Pat’s Findlay Senior High School – now part of the Marathon Center for the Performing Arts! • Photos courtesy of Hancock Historical Museum
During the summer, some of us were invited to “rush” for one of the two high school sororities – Sigma Delta and Alpha Zeta. Both groups entertained us and the time came for a coveted bid from one of them. I had a hard time making up my mind but finally did…….but our balloons were all burst when the high school decided to “outlaw” the sororities for being too cliquish. And many girls were not asked to join. Oh well, it was short and sweet at the time.
Photos courtesy of Hancock Historical Museum
High School was a fun time but classes were difficult. I despised Latin class so I dropped out of it. Plane geometry was also hard. I could get the problem solved but the reasoning was far beyond my thinking process. But I muddled through. Mr. Yawberg understood my dismay and never called me to go to the blackboard to solve the problem.
Photos courtesy of Hancock Historical Museum
Biology class was interesting and was taught by Doc Phillips. I was lucky enough to have a lab partner who loved to dissect the critters. When it came time to go up to Mr. Phillip’s desk and touch a snake, I asked if I could do it blindfolded!
Photos courtesy of Hancock Historical Museum
My favorite class was music. I was in the choir all three years and was in two operettas, in the dancing chorus of Brigadoon, and Carousel my Junior and Senior years. I also performed in the eisteddefod (a vocal contest) all three years. Doc Jones was our choir director and a favorite of mine.
Carousel, the operetta during Pat’s senior year. Can you spot her? • Photos courtesy of Hancock Historical Museum
More of the good old days coming soon, stay tuned!