Central High School

Class of 1963

The Old Central
by Jerry Pace


We were the 56th class to pass under the Rotunda, unaware that there would only be 6 more to follow. We were the last of the War Babies; subsequent classes would be larger and filled with Boomers. Our early learning outside the home had come from the radio, pulpit, and classroom. We read, listened, and made mental images to help understand. Visual instruction (television, video) evolved after our learning skills had developed, so we had a lot more in common with our teachers and parents than those to follow would have.

We were not isolated from the world. The angst from the Great Depression and World War 2 were still daily topics; air raid sirens, evacuation drills, and mass polio vaccinations reminded us that nothing was guaranteed. But again, we had no fear of walking or biking anywhere, and drugs were something you used when you were ill. It was a great time to be a kid.

We were the sons and daughters of working-class America, not of the privileged, whose sons and daughters attended nearby private institutions. Many of our better athletes would be invited to join them, and some did. The rest of us marched on, and 246 graduated on May 28, 1963; another 15 later that summer. Many of us were to be the first in our families to have college degrees and have a profession rather than a trade.

Our teachers and athletic coaches were from similar backgrounds; a sizable number had attended and graduated from Central from 1920 until 1958. Several teachers had logged upwards of 40 years at Central when we arrived and had taught our parents there. In retrospect, some of the wisest and caring people we have known guided us through our days at Central. They had great expectations for us. We hope they approve of what we have become. This website is to honor them as much as it serves to remember our days together at 500 Dodds Avenue in Ridgedale. It was a happy place.

Charles B Sedman

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