IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK
 
 
 

I am the walls of Wheelwright High School. I am not just an ordinary wall

I am a monument. For 56 years I have housed scores of students and faculty

and have taken such pride in calling you my own and watching each of you

become the best that you can be. Each year brought on new faces and new

challenges and even though it was difficult to remember every face and each

name, I knew what you stood for. I proudly displayed your pictures and trophies

and I even cherished your footprints- for it was then that I knew you were

leaning on me. The coming years I not only soaked in new coats of paint

but I soaked in every dream, accomplishment and memory. I cried for
 
 
 
 
 
 

you and I laughed with you and when your time was up I missed you more

than words can say.

I watched such leaders as Wayne Ratliff, Boone Hall, Wilber Jamerson and many

more mold you into winners. They instilled in you that Trojan attitude-PRIDE

I laughed at those of you who thought Mr. J. had eyes in the back of his head

guess what he did !! He knew what you were going to do before you even did it.

He introduced most of you to a new word RESPECT. And how can I express

to you the role in which such an incredible faculty has played in making my house a home. People such as Dorthy Conley, Adrian Hall, Charles Curry, Doris Osborne, Ray Jones, Harrold Newman, Delores Woody, Carol Stumbo and many many more
 
 
 
 
 
 

very special teachers that have gone beyond the call duty. Who forget Mary Sue Campbell, her a-s-d-f---l-k-j- will ring ring throughout my corridors forever.

Most called them educators, you called them friends. This brings us to your

coaches- as in Wallen, Francis, Daniels and others who took noting less than

a team effort. Such a small school with such big hearts- such pride in being

called a TROJAN. I couldn't go to every sporting event, academic meet or

school function but be it whether you won or lost you walked in with your heads h

held high and told me about it. I was so proud of you. Lets not forget those who

cooked for you and those who cleaned for me and the secretaries that crossed our paths.
 
 
 
 
 
 

And the likes of those such as Tom meade, Effert Hall, Freddie Smallwood

and others who drove you home to safety after a hard days work. Oh how I

anxiously awaited your arrival at 8:00 each morning. The night were so lonely.

I wanted to reach out and keep you with me always but how could I allow

you to achieve your dreams without setting you free.

Now the time has come for me to part with you forever. My doors will no       longer burst open with excitement. My bell will no longer signal your presence.

My colors of maroon and white will fade into darkness. My cracks will become

crevices filled with chants of " ONCE A TROJAN- ALWAYS A TROJAN"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

to keep me company. only your memories will keep

me standing !

                Sabrina Couch Hall

                            class of 1980

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