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