For once, I know the answer to the question, but I’m going to see if any of you ‘fess up. You’ll probably recognize a lot of the names scrawled here. I’m going to pose a question: where were these pictures taken?
Why only these names?
One thing I can’t figure out is why the names are all from about the same period. I don’t know if the walls were covered for years and then uncovered long enough for the graffiti to appear, then re-covered. It might be that earlier kids were too afraid to write on the wall and that later generations couldn’t write. Who knows?
Gallery of Graffiti
Click on any picture to make it larger, then click on the left or right side of the photo to move through the gallery (hint: you don’t have to click on the arrow; anywhere on the side will do it.)
Is your name here?
Tell me the full story. Where is it, when was it done, was it done individually or in a group, anything at all.
I think the inscriptions are old enough that they qualify as history, not vandalism. After all, if they were a few hundred years older and carved on cave walls, they’d be considered petroglyphs and somebody would make the place a national monument.
My name is there in the first picture but I don’t remember puting it there or where it is. Although it looks like it could be the old Jr High locker room.That would be around the early 60s for me. Interesting.
I have no idea of where this is or how it got there. That’s my story and I am sticking to it. Besides, that’s not my writing – it looks like Mike Seabaugh’s.
Pat, Pat, Pat,
You remind me of an old folk tale. Farmer John goes over to his neighbor’s house with a worried expression on his face.
“Bill,” Farmer Jones edged into it, “This is kind of a sensitive subject, but we need to talk. Your son peed my daughter’s name in the snowbank in front of the house.”
“John,” he said, “That’s no big deal. Don’t you remember when we did that kind of stuff when we were kids?”
“Bill, it was in my daughter’s handwriting.”
I’m waiting for Mike’s response to your scurrilous accusation.
I am a little late on this, but just saw Pat Sommer’s typically shifty response. Oh the tales I could tell that would support that charge! I have known Pat longer than I have known anybody except my parents and my two sisters. I don’t know why that gives him license to blame a rank act of vandalism on me. And besides, if I were going to pretend to be anyone else while memorializing it on this wall, I would have surely chosen someone else… like perhaps Chuck Dockins?
i used to go to suedekums all the time when i worked for Jack Rickard Masonry 72-76. we could find stuff we needed that was offbeat or not in the big stores. The merchandise was old school, and fit our needs better.
All those names were from the class two years ahead of us. i remember Lonnie,Jim,and Pat.
My guess is that these walls are from the old Jr High school (Schultz).
You nailed it. They were in a room in the basement. A lot of the Class of ’65 was represented.