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Jerold D. (Jerry) Wiederhold
Kris (Hoover) Sweet got on me to sign up on the forum, now she is silent and I have to give her a bit of prod to speak up. It is interesting to read about how many of you grew up together and have grade school memories. Since I was a transplant from IB, can’t say I know any of those stories or friendships.
My memories seem to be slightly different about Hilltop and the area. Coming to Hilltop Jr. a cultural shock of sorts. IB being highly populated with military, and its nearness to the border was a culture unto itself. I remember mostly the wonderfully fun beach parties and bond fires on the north end of Coronado beach, and several times on the State beach on the Strand. Fishing in the slough on the eastside of the Strand. Being in the Sea Explorers, there were many adventures up and down the coast, most memorable being the trips to Catalina, almost sinking in a storm and diving for dinner. On one trip, climbing a cliff, the footing fell away and winding up on a ledge until midnight, hence a nickname of Cliff Hanger.
The equivalent of a concert by a renowned groups at the National City roller rink, the most fun was with Rufus Thomas noted for the song “Walking the Dog”. A few others that I really don’t remember(age I suppose).
John Seagram was the first experiment with a judo throw, as he landed some feet from me, I was filled with the biggest “oops”. He also helped me learn a tune on the guitar. And a few other softer and gentler mannerisms.
Ron Stanley and I took up suba diving in ’63 and spent many weekends in the water at La Jolla and Catalina being the most favored. There were a few trips to Mexico, combining surfing and diving. Surfing was a fair weather sport for me, but it came to an end at the Bufadora south of Ensenada. Me and the board took a nose dive and the board went flying in the air and landed on my head. This was about the sixth time in six times. I took it as a sign to find another hobby. Back to diving, Mexico, Hawaii, Viet Nam, Japan, Okinawa, all with good memories.
Mr. Clark and Mr. Fetter found me at the San Diego Civic Center at a Piano Concerto. The performer was from Russian, and was excellent. Mr. Clark came up to me and called me by name and said, “What are you doing here?! This was shortly after coming home from the Corps, but remember saying to myself, “What did I do for him to remember me”, I never had a class with him. Mr. Fetter came to my rescue, and asked what I thought of the concert. I responded, “nice” and didn’t say much more. When in fact the pianist had evoked tears , laughter, sadness, and hope.
Mrs. Fields was probably the best teacher for me and my antics. She inspired me to read, and the book she used to catch my attention, “The Citadel”. She also got me to read poetry and ask a lot of questions. Remembering to give the gal who collected the attendance a bit of a hard time at the door, bowing deeply and welcoming her in a baroque. She was kind enough not to slap my face!
Just a few of the memories, and of course here’s to Kris, my Prom date, and may she pop up here before long, along with Pamela Dean and Ron Stanley(TX), and the many silent others.
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