Fifty- two years ago today, the classof 1960, Palatka Senior High School, Palatka, Florida, was thinking aheadninety days, to our long awaited graduation day.  There were two hundred and twelve of us inthe class, all anxious to be away and about the business of conquering theworld.Now there are one hundred andseventy-nine of us, as best we can count. A few members of the class, all girls, by the way, try to keep tabs onthe rest of us, but it's a tough job. Some of our number, like my good buddy, Jeff Eberhart, have never beenaccounted for.  If we had a wall, like the VietnamMemorial in Washington, there would be a quite a few of us listed as missing inaction, along with the thirty-four that have died in action.This New Year didn't start very wellfor the Class of '60.  Frank Falls andJordan Matthews left us in January.  Theywere both eighteen, when I last saw them. Frank was heading for dental school, and Jordan to a businesscareer.  They left fine legacies, butthey are both gone; two more eighteen year old friends, who for me, will alwaysbe eighteen years old, now on the 1960 Wall.

Frank Falls - 1960 Jordan Matthews - 1960
The year hasn't been a lossthough.  Today, February 9, 2012, one ofour favorite teachers, Mrs. Sproull, is celebrating her 100th Birthday.  
1960
2012

And that's why I'm writing this post.  We will all be on that wall someday, but we won't all celebrate our 100th.  Mrs. Sproull is still teaching us and teaching us well._________________ Happy Birthday Mrs.Sproull, You did very wellby us, and we all appreciate you very much.
Bert Carson

1960


2012
One war and four marriages later.