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Pickens County High, Reform, Al … Class Of 1954

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 23-07-2013

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I heard today that a fellow student of Pickens County High, Reform, Al had past away yesterday, July 21, 2013. I think he was about 5 or 6 years behind my class, none the less, a fellow student from that school. I knew of him because our high school had grade 7 through 12 under the same roof in 1954. I am sorry to hear of his passing.  Having lived in New Mexico for all those years in between high school and now, with the exception of a 3 year period down in Texas, I lost track of most of my classmates. I started wondering today how many of my fellow classmates are still alive. I still have my high school year book and can flip through the pages and list all of us on this web site. Some of them my not want their names on this site. So, if you are a fellow class mate, leave me a note and we can exchange some e-mails. I would like to hear from you and about your lives the last, er, (how many years is that?) and whats been happening …If you prefer you can e-mail me rather than make a posting to this web site…E-mail your note to phhester6@aol.com or pete@hesterbooks.com . Some of you know me only as Elmer…During my growing up years my parents called me Pistol Pete, later dropping the Pistol and calling me Pete. I then preferred Pete. I have since grown to appreciate the name Elmer, however, during school the reference to Elmer Fudd turned me off to my given name. No problem on that now, however….Now I go by and write under the name E. V. Pete Hester. Please let me hear from you. (As I write this I having serious doubts that any of you are aware of this web site, but maybe a friend will tell you about me wanting to hear from the, PCHS,  Class of 1954…Thank you, Pete Hester…..ps Since Otis Vaughn has commented on this site I don’t think he will mind my using his name. He is doing well and living in Northern Alabama…Uh, does that make him a yankee???  I’m kidding, I’m kidding……It makes him a good buddy…..

Do you wonder just how ugly old Elmer “E. V. Pete” Hester is today. Well, here he is:

Hester BooksKind’a sad, huh….Pete

Comments (5)

I didn’t realize that you knew Paul Smith, alias Snuffy Smith of comic strip fame, but Paul aways looked old for his age to me. He always wanted to play on the football team when he could convince the powers that be that he was old enough, and he probably did even before he was old enough. I’m sure that having an alias like Snuffy Smith is probably no worse than one like Elmer Fudd, but Paul fit the part real well.

A relative of my brother-in-law sent the following piece about “A cranky old man, look closer, see me” from the Philippines. It is a very moving poem. I hope it is not too long for your site. If it is, please feel free to remove it or to use it as you wish. I believe Paul, alias Snuffy, would be moved by it too as are most all of us as we grow old.

Not a cranky old man . Look Closer. See Me~!

· When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart!
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The picture of the old man did not copy to your site. I will forward the email with it to your email address. It means so much more when you see a picture of the old man with the big ears. Snuffy Smith had lost a lot of weight before he died, like this old man, and he didn’t have ears nearly as big, but Paul would appreciate it very much, I’m sure.

I did not know him, I knew of him and I did not know the Snuffy part. Anyway, sorry to hear of his passing and as small as Reform was on trips back to visit, I returned to PCHS several times the first few years after graduating….Pete

You may not have known Paul Smith, but I bet that he at least knew of you because, when you were playing football in 1954 (or 1953), he, as well as I had just entered Junior High (seventh grade). He was following PCHS football avidly then wishing he could be out there playing and trying to look older so he could.

Yes! Finally someone writes about reform.

Well sir, you came in under spam but it is a very cute comment….Ok, yes I did write about Reform. I was hitch hiking as a teen ager and my ride asked me where I was going. I said, “To Reform, Al.” to which he replied, “Somebody needs to.”……Pete Hester

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