“In my 1961 Mirror, beside her picture, is the inscription, ‘Lots of love, Mrs. Faye Rayburn.'” Page 160.
Glenda Ausburn: “I was glad when, as graduation approached, she let out the word that she wanted to march down that particular aisle at my side. I would have asked her if I could have worked up the courage.” Page 156.
Barbara Blythe: “She knew how to have fun, but if there was one person in the whole class who could be looked to as an indicator of the right way to go, year in and year out, it would be Barbara, and I don’t think anyone else would come close.” Page 156.
“Barbara, always thoughtful and sentimental, has managed to
hang on to a Valentine I gave her that school year, made on the back
of a sheet of lined paper that had already been thoroughly used for
arithmetic lessons.” Page 158.
Bill Cook: “Bill was a world-class extrovert, a born leader, but he surely had a rebellious streak, always ready to test the limits of authority.” Page 156.
Mary Gregory: “Mary worked a lot behind the scenes: her role in the senior class play was student director; a sweet girl, she also would be elected Most Courteous and Miss Myrtle High.” Page 157.
Janice Hancock: “At the Beta Club convention our senior year, I was just going to bed early and had left the motel-room door unlocked so my night-owl roommates could get in. Then, in wandered Janice.” Page 157.
Jerry McNeely: “We were in the Royal Ambassadors together and went on an electrifying, two-man expedition to find the source of a creek.” Page 157.
Arlene Kiddy: “She was red-haired and always seemed to be up to something mischievous, as often as not finding herself in trouble with school authorities.” Pages 157-58.
Seventh grader Terry Robbins: “We had the first-grade version of an Easter egg hunt. We were taken to the sidewalk in front of Victor Lee Smith’s house on which Miss Faye, with help from Terry Robbins, a teenager she was mentoring, had arranged a little pile for each pupil. … During my visit to Myrtle in 2015, I stopped by Terry’s farmhouse. Not finding him home, I phoned him. He had been detained at work and advised me not to wait for him. As I walked from his front porch toward my car, two massive turkeys approached me menacingly. I managed to crawl into the car from the passenger side and then carefully back out and get away. For a few minutes it looked as if Terry’s turkeys were determined to hold me until their master’s return.” Page 159.