Rodeo Road
Sunny Hills Memories 2019

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Paul Saevig, ‘67 on February 9, 2020 at 11:52 PM said:

Every morning at Sunny Hills High School between 1962 and 1969, at 7:50 AM, there was a staccato thumping sound.


The sound came from the parking lot as Dean Milt Robertson walked in that direction and stepped off the lawn onto the asphalt,

It was the sound of Lancers dropping their lighted cigarettes on the ground and rubbing them out with their feet.
Paul Saevig, ‘67 on January 31, 2020 at 7:55 AM said:

Every day at Sunny Hills and every year in the morning, there was a discrete moment when the most popular, best dressed girls would stand together in the quad. In a sweet nimbus of Clairol, Coppertone, Max Factor, Maybelline, Clearasil, Dentyne and Double Bubble they gathered,, coiffed, pressed and brushed, fresh and immaculate, As they talked, more of them arrived, and each one rushed forward in teen excitement to deliver her latest news,

“We saw ‘A Patch of Blue' last night, and it was so outasite!”

“Guess who called me up and asked me out!”

“Did you hear what happened at Hillside?”

“Mary's dad told the cutest story last night!”

“Buffums is having a fantastic sale! Let's go after school!”

“Guess who got accepted at USC! My mom is so thrilled!”

The others would react with joy and passion to the news. Sometimes there was hugging, even tears of joy.

And so the morning began. At 8 AM the morning bell rang and the girlfriends went their separate ways to class, They were the cutest and most popular, A day had begun in the high school on the hill in the sunshine,

Paul Saevig, ‘67 on January 8, 2020 at 11:45 PM said:

1. Remember all the early mornings when it was a LITTLE too cold to go to school without a jacket, but you KNEW it would warm up by 10 AM, so you had a jacket to lug around all day,

2. Remember how the coaches would try to talk guys into going out for sports? You couldn't blame them, and it was part of their job. At the beginning of my sophomore year, I was dressing in the locker room when Coach Skain came by,

He said, “Saevig, how come a big guy like you isn't out there trying to put the shot?"

I just shrugged and smiled, What I wanted to say was, “Sure, Coach! Maybe I’ll throw it 70 feet 10 inches and beat Dave Murohy!” (Fat chance.)
Paul Shepard, ‘64 on July 1, 2019 at 8:03 PM said:

I can remember going on a Y-Indian Guides campout below Brea Dam, when that area was still somewhat “rustic”. That would have been around 1952 - 1954.

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