We just had our 45th reunion.  Everyone had a great time swapping stories about our years in Ashland High or Junior High or even Grade School.  If you have any you would like to share with the class.  Please send them in to be published.

Just click on picture to enlarge.  Rick Pope and His wife found the 'TOMCAT'
Just click on picture to enlarge. Rick Pope and His wife found the "TOMCAT"

Brenda Fraley

One story that will always be associated with the Class of 1962 is not about our achievements, but a tragedy that hunts many of us all these years later.
It was just like any other March school day except for the excitement about our basketball team being in Louisville for the State Tournament.  That day the bell rang and we scrambled to get to class on time.
Well, not all of us, Brenda Fraley was marked absent.  I know because I worked in the office first period.  There was no immediate reason to be concerned.
But during second period I had an English class and we were in the library.  A boy, and I do not remember his name, said out loud: "we are
being raided!"
We all ran to the window and, sure enough, there were three police cars in front of our school.  As many as eight policemen were milling about,  We all wondered what in the world was going on.  By noon we knew.
And we were in shock.
Brenda Fraley, our classmate and friend, had been murdered.  She was shot that night on Skyline Drive and had been taken to a Huntington hospital where she died..
Now, if you will remember, this was 1962...and this was Ashland, a sleepy little backward town in Kentucky where nothing ever happened, at least that's what all of us believed.
But with this one moment of shock and grief, all our innocence died.  We weren't protected from the bad things of the real world.  Nice people could get hurt right here, too.  And the pain that truth brought was almost unbearable.
Brenda was one of the nicest I have ever met.  There was always a smile on her face.  She just seemed happy all the time...and she always had time for everyone, giving her lots and lots of friends.  She loved school, her club and just "hanging out."
There were no grief counselors in those days, not for students.  There were no groups to talk with about what had happened.  We had nothing, but each other.
No one explained the blank space where Brenda had been.  The feeling of emptiness, of loss, was overwhelming.
Everyone in the class probably can remember where they were when they heard the news.  And if you're like me, probably still can feel touch of loss, too.

Was he Late or Early?
The bell rang and everyone ran to class before the tardy bell could ring.  Because, when the tardy bell rang and Mrs. DelVecchio closed the door you were officially late.  Today, the tardy bell rang and just as the door made that last thud.  The door opened again and in came Jim Early, throw his books on his desk just as if he had enter with everyone else.  A stern high pitch voice said, "Mr. you are Late."  Without blinking an eye Jim replied, NO! madam, I am Early.
Mrs. DelVecchio having no sense of humor sent him to the office and Jim spend two days in detention.