A Much Kinder Time Part 2~ by Grace Augustine

   

Oh my goodness, the antics and stories these halls could tell if only they could talk! See that second window, first floor, on the right side of the main door? That was my Sophomore English class room...where a male student (who shall remain nameless) dropped another male student out the window for "continuously bugging" him. The dropped student suffered a broken arm. Just last year it was revealed to me, by the culprit, the real reason for the incident as well as who did the dropping...yet the accused still takes the blame today. I'm sworn to secrecy.

Not having kids or grands in high school, I'm not sure of the current protocol of classes. In the 70's we had a class president, vice-president, secretary, and treasurer. We built amazing floats from chicken wire over vehicles and spent the week of homecoming, at secret locations, stuffing colored napkins into said chicken wire, hoping our float would win. The Homecoming King and Queen nominees rode on the class floats and winners were announced at half-time of the football game. It was an honor to win. My class won a couple years in a row because of a team of architecturally minded builders who created marvelous floats. (This was one of the winners.)

Upon graduation, any left over class funds were transferred to the next class. Our president and staff decided that wasn't going to be a happening thing...so, our class purchased this...which still stands on the grounds today. Our mascot...the CBHS Wolf. My class graduated over 100 students.

One of the most unfortunate circumstances for my class, the class of 1974, was the fact that many of our classes were held in army trailers due to the fire that destroyed the beautiful glass and all wood interior gymnasium.  Classrooms, trophies and other memorabilia were gone in the blink of an eye. We were the only class in CBHS history to go all 4 years without a gymnasium.

This structure held many district and state basketball championship games as well as state wrestling matches. I lived 3 blocks from the school and stood in the alley-way, along with all of the neighborhood, weeping over this loss. The fire was so intense it was seen 25 miles away. Fire departments from all of the surrounding communities fought this blaze.

In the dead of the winter months, our Physical Education classes consisted of playing table tennis in the Army trailers or walking to the bowling alley to spend 45 minutes bowling, only to walk back in the sub-zero temperatures and knee-deep snow. You can see a couple of the trailers in this photo.

We had yearbooks...or annuals...that outlined sport successes, FFA, Spanish Club, Home Ec, Shop, Band, Choir, and many other school organizations. It also had photos of every person in each class as well as photos of all the teachers.  It was fun to ask classmates and teachers to "sign" your annual.  It's even more fun reading what was written now, some 44 years later. I smile and wonder where some classmates are, and fondly remember those who've already passed on.

To say it was a much kinder time is an understatement. Cut Bank was an oil and gas rich community with good, hardworking people raising families. In 1974, approximately 6,300 people lived in this thriving town that is the gateway to the Blackfeet Indian Reservation and Glacier National Park, as well as being only a hop away from Canada...literally. 

Today, nearly 3,000 call Cut Bank home. Many of the businesses I knew and frequented are no longer there, but many new ones have taken their places. I encourage you to take a trip West on Highway 2 (it's the Main Street of Cut Bank) and experience all the state of Montana has to offer. And visit the amazing Glacier National Park. I guarantee it is one place you will never forget.

You can read part 1 Here.

10 comments:

  1. Thank you for this walk into your past, Grace. It made me nostalgic for a period many years ago, when it truly was a kinder and gentler time. With four children, two of who are still in High School, I have seen the changes year by year, and wonder what it will be like by the time their children are in school.

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  2. What wonderful memories (for the most part).

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  3. I could see the pictures in my mind's eye. Thank you for sharing, Grace.

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  4. I remember building those floats in high school. If it was windy during the parade, there would be trails of crepe paper pom poms littering the street. We also had bonfires the night before the homecoming game. A great chance to cuddle up with your boyfriend!

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  5. I was the odd girl out in high school...no boyfriends. Bonfires and such were also wonderful. Never knew if it was going to snow or be sunny and warm. lol

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  6. Great memories Grace. My class had the distinction of being the largest class and the first to graduate at the football field rather than the Gym and our senior year were spent in those army trailers. Was a hard and sad year for all of us. The year I became a police officer in Cut Bank was the year they started the construction on the new Gym.

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  7. Made me think back to my Junior and Senior year. My Jr. Year prom I won Princess of Beauty. My dress was a mint green and very poofy. My Dr. Year for our class trip we went to Disney in Florida, which was huge because I graduated with about 30ish people.(I just went to look for my year book and I can't find it.) Anyways, thanks Grace for this stroll down memory lane for all of us. So much changes so fast.

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