Abilene High School Class of 1961

October 12, 2006

Mike Grant’s website for the “AHS 61 Memories ‘Book'”

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Message from Karen Lusby Wiggins to the AHS Class of 61 45th reunion

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John, If you can read this to the group, I would be so
happy.  Thanks John!

Fellow 1961 A.H.S. grads,

I am sending this little note to give you  just a
small taste of Tanzania, Africa.  All of us were
blessed to have the safe, happy foundation of Abilene,
Texas, in the fifties.  That culture of “A hand shake
and a promise is better than a contract”  world gave
us all strength we did not know we had.  I am forever
telling God, ” But remember, God, I am just a
kindergarten teacher! That is a good Idea! Find
someone else to do that!”

These are some things I have learned as I live here:

Happiness is helping others help themselves.

Contentment is laughing with others about your
mistakes and life.

Joy is a retuned smile and wave from a small child

Brilliant is solving problems using only what is

Rest is tired bones snuggling under a mosquito net.

Respect is saying shikamu to our elders and saying
marahaba to those saying shidamu to us old folks.

Shikamu- May I sit at your feet and learn from you?
Marahaba- Certainly you may. Thanks for respecting me.

MMmmmmmmm is hot buttered biscuits made in a dutch
oven over a kerosene stove when the eletricity is out
(which is often).

Humbleness is standing with friends and watching them
grieve for their lost loved ones to Aids/HIV and

Connectiveness is a letter in the mail box. 

Excitement is the electricity coming on after a week
with out it.

Appreciation is Juliana (our cook) stopping her
cooking and cleaning and kneeling at my bed and
praying me out of malaria.

Reminders are the Texas blue sky with puffy white
clouds and the smell of the rain coming right here in
East Africa.

Lifesaving is teaching ways to clean the water and
providing sand filters.
Music is hearing the sounds of chickens, roosters,
donkeys, cows, goats and many birds all day long.

Longevity is planting trees and helping in the
reforestation plan in the Lake Victoria region.

Elation is the lifesaving rains coming after the dry

Generosity is watching many neighbors getting water
from another neighbor’s well.

Welcoming is sharing our greetings back and forth for
five or ten minutes to Tanzanians one at a time.

Freedom is a very small child feeling totally safe
singing a song as she walks alone for a mile to
collect water for her family.

Rejoicing is singing and moving and dancing and
praising God, with young and old at church.

Informative is N.P.R and B.B.C. from Berlin.

Hopefulness is providing work for others that had no

Hilarity is ordering cold wet underwear in Swahili
instead of cold bottled water (my husband actually did

Refreshing is listening to giggles in the cool
afternoon and watching children happily playing with
tied-up plastic bag balls, Galimoto, and just each
Galimoto is a home made toy from the Book ‘Galimoto’
by Karen Williams

Interesting is watching the customs of maasai and
other tribes.

Regret is knowing children are dying of dehydration
because I have yet to teach the mothers.

Closeness to God is watching His free animals in the
Serengeti National Park.
Love is chatting on line with my sons and their wives.

Being rich is having a warm shower or bath.

Surprise is finding beautiful silver hair under my
bottle blonde hair.

Gifts from God are double rainbows, beautiful
sunrises, and sunsets.

Delicious is fresh spinach and tomato salad from our

Relief will be to have a library in Bunda with many
books and having a story hour each day. With English
books the children can learn English so well they can
pass the test to continue their education.

God Bless you all. Have a wonderful time at our

June 20, 2006

Obituary for AHS Classmate Bill Proctor, courtsey of Bob Cluck (loss of 62d classmate)

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William J. “Bill” Proctor

William J. “Bill” Proctor, 62, of Abilene, passed away Friday, May 26, 2006, at home with loved ones.

Bill was born October 16, 1943 in Abilene. After graduating from Abilene High School in 1961, he attended both Sul Ross and Hardin-Simmons Universities. He married Sharon Johnson April 18, 1964. Bill ranched and worked in Abilene his entire life. He was a loving son, husband, father, brother, friend, neighbor, and “Pappy”. His kind and gentle spirit will be missed by all who knew him.

Bill was preceded in death by his father, William Charles Jenn, and a brother, David Clayton Proctor.

He is survived by his wife, Sharon Elaine Proctor; three sons, David Earl Proctor and his wife, Cindy, of Georgetown, TX, Billy Jenn Proctor of San Antonio, TX, and Mark Allen Proctor and his wife, Susan, of Monterrey, California; his mother, Bernice Herring Proctor of Abilene; one brother, James M. Proctor and his wife, Janie, of Abilene; one sister, J’Lynn B. Proctor of Houston; and sister-in-law, Susan Cherry Proctor of San Antonio. He is also survived by six grandchildren, Kirsten, Cody, Katelyn, Kaleb, Joshua, and Stephen.

Friends of Bill are invited to join members of the family in the celebration of his life today at 2:30 pm at Elliott-Hamil Chapel of Memories, 542 Hickory, with John Tunnell officiating.

Memorials may be made in honor of William “Bill” Proctor to Texas Scottish Rite Hospital, 2222 Welborn St., Dallas, TX 75219, or Hospice of the Big Country, 4601 Hartford, Abilene, TX 79605.

May 20, 2006

“Remember When”, submitted by John Marshall, AHS 61

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Very good, go to, double click:       http://www.marycy.org/remember.html

May 8, 2006

“Our Town… Flag Story” by Nell Anne Walter Hunt, AHS 61

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                                                                  By Nell Anne Walter Hunt


         Since my responsibility of being Irving’s Resident Flag Lady is looming in the near future, I knew I needed to get myself mentally ready for this year’s Great Flag Caper for the Fourth of July.  Although my blood perpetually runs red, white and blue, this year has been a tough one for our Country, and I felt that even I needed a little patriotism jump- start. 

     One of my favorite things to do is to go to Presidential Libraries, and I have toured several memorable ones.  I have never been to the Carter one and with “Georgia on my Mind” I headed for Atlanta last weekend.   Accompanied by my friend who taught Government for many years, we toured the Jimmy Carter Presidential Library in Atlanta.  It was very interesting, but the adjoining Carter Center was the most fascinating of all.   The purpose of this Center is to promote peace all over the world by encouraging and overseeing democratic elections in countries where democracy is a new concept.  With the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and many others, they are also eradicating terrible diseases in Third World countries.  Their work with Habitat for Humanity is legendary, and both President and Mrs. Carter spend one week a year actually helping to build homes themselves with other volunteers.

     Our next stop was Jimmy’s hometown  of Plains (population 675).  Arriving on Saturday night, we discovered the one block long Main Street was blocked off by hay bales, and a band called “June Dogs” was playing.  Everyone in town (including the Carters) was square dancing.  They invited us to join them, and we had the peculiar honor of dancing with the President in what I imagined to be a potential Norman Rockwall painting.  Because the B & B was full that night, we were invited by the Carter’s minister and his lovely wife to stay in their beautiful 160-year-old home. They showed us pictures of their trip to Oslo with the Carters for the awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize.  The gracious Southern hospitality extended to breakfast complete with grits.

      On Sunday Jimmy Carter, as is his custom, was teaching Sunday School in the Maranatha Baptist Church.  There were 500 people from all over the world crowded in like sardines into the small sanctuary to hear the former President teach.  President Carter built all the cribs in the church, and Roslyn frequently helps in the cleaning duties of the church.  They are very dedicated to the work of this church and help support the church’s mission work around the world.  His lesson was on Ecclesiastes 3:  “For everything there is a Season….”  He spoke of his days in the Navy and of his favorite teacher.  The teacher, whom he called Miss Julia, taught them always to remember  that “Everyone must accommodate changing times but cling to unchanging principles.”  She also told her students in that small country school that she felt sure that one of them would grow up to  become president.  I believe Miss Julia would be proud that her prophecy came true by someone who always remembered her words.

     When we arrived back at the huge, crowded  Atlanta airport and were sitting in the Food Court having a cup of coffee waiting to board our plane, we heard from down the massive terminal people clapping and cheering.  Like The Wave at a football game, the sounds came closer to us, and suddenly we saw that marching down the terminal toward the gates was a battalion of young (oh, so young) American soldiers proudly marching to their plane to be deployed.  We, too, rose to our feet and applauded with tears in our eyes, and we continued to do so until they were far out of our sight, but not out of our hearts and minds.

     Tomorrow I mail my letters about the 2006 Great Flag Caper.  I want this to be the best one yet.  After all, Miss Julia said we should cling to unchanging values.




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May 2, 2006

Abilene High School: Post from Karen Wiggins in Africa

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 The Roar of the Lions
 by Karen Wiggins


 As a child, I remember picnics in Abilene, Texas,  with the sound of a lion roaring in the back ground.  I  remember experiencing anger and not fear. The cruelty
of the imprisonment of that poor lion was extreme to  me.  How could they keep that pacing lion, king of the jungle, in such a small cage?  He could barely turn

Yes, one could hear the roar almost everywhere in
 Abilene as small as it was at that time.

 Twenty years later, I would bring my class to the Los  Angles zoo on field trips.  I taught school in Pomona,  California, for 11 years. The first place my class would go was  the African section of the zoo where the lions lived. We had to walk fast.  If we just looked as we went, we would not make it to Africa before it was time to turn around and go back home.  "We're going to the Zoo, Zoo, Zoo!" was my favorite thing to play on my guitar and sing in preparation for the trip. The lions there were much better off than the one in Abilene. Now these lions were up town.  They had  built an environment for those lions….like you do.  A big cave like area was a good  shelter, a large area to walk around, and even water to cool off in.  They had 
no bars.  Just great crevices between the lions and my class.  We loved those field trips.


Now I am on my best field trip ever– Bunda, Tnzania, in East Africa!  Bunda is a Sukuma word for  'little lion'.  In the 1950's my new town had families of
lions covering the rock filled hills. This was about the same time that I was worrying about the  Abilene
Lion in the little cage. Should I try to sing my
Zoo song to children here I would have to change it to "We live in a zoo, zoo, zoo"  The children here do not even know what a zoo is.  When elephants have a sweet
tooth and come into their village to eat the
casava roots, the kids are fully aware that the animals are free and not behind bars.

 How majestic the lions look in the Serengeti. They  just lie in the grass looking at us as we drive by.  When I look up and around into their environment, it
looks like West Texas without any fences.  Well, not so much as Abilene is now but how it was when I was small.  Even the coming rain smells and feels like
a rain did coming in Abilene.  First the dusty smell comes as the distant rain cleans off the dirty leaves on the mesquites, (Yes there is something here that looks just like the mesquite trees) then comes that sweet, clean smell, then the splash on your face. 
One of the things that I missed when I was not is
Texas was the sky.  The lions on the Serengeti see
this same spectacular sky.  In Texas and here, the
 sky is the star.  When a storm comes you see it way before 
it arrives.  In the rainy season, here the sunsets
 happen 360 degree.  We are up on a kind of plateau  and  we walk the entire circle to see all the degrees of color in every direction.
> >
> > I am not sure that that old "Second hand Lion" In
> > Abilene lived long enough to live in the Abilene
> Zoo
> > are not, but living here makes me feel that I have
> > freed that poor old lion.
> >
> > Rev. Charles and Karen Wiggins host mission field
> > trips to Bunda, Tanzania.  Dentist trips pull
> teeth,
> > doctors bring equipment and help out at the
> Lutheran
> > Hospital, Builders build churches, road repair
> persons
> > repair roads, ministers give bible studies,
> teachers
> > bring books for the library and visit schools and
> some
> > just give general aid to economy to various
> churches.
> > The trip includes a safari through the Serengeti.
> You
> > get to Kilimanjaro Airport and we get you to Bunda
> and
> > back. For more information call Martha Albright,
> Vice
> > President of the One Book Foundation about a tax
> free
> > trip for a group.  Send a self address stamped
> > envelope for a brochure.
> > Martha Albright
> > Phone 479 442-9975
> > e mail  mpalbright@cox.net
> > Address  1910 Old Wire Road
> > Fayetteville, AR 72703
> >
> >
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