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Welcome to the Lewis and Clark High School Class of 1974 website! We've set up this site to stay in touch with our friends from years ago, and specifically right now to plan for our 40 year reunion!

Plus, we've got a Facebook page too! Click here to sign up for that one too!!!

If this is your first time here, you'll need to join the site. Click on the link on the right that says "JOIN HERE", find your name and follow the instructions to set up your profile. The next thing you're going to want to do is help find our other classmates. If you know where anyone is and know their email address you can enter it in the "Missing Classmates" box further down on the right side, and they'll be sent a message to join up.

It's as simple as that!



Transcript of Bruce Boyington's moving speech Saturday night:

          REMEMBER: LEWIS & CLARK HIGH SCHOOL, 1970-1974

          There are places I remember all my life
          Though some have changed
          Some forever, not for better
          Some have gone and some remain.

Remember walking into the hallowed halls of Lewis & Clark High School, September 1970, for the first time, looking at the tall ceilings, marbled floors, old pictures on the walls, old classrooms, “old” people as teachers, and meeting for the first time Principal C. William Anderson?  Remember hanging out around the stairwell balconies, in the mornings, awaiting homeroom, looking in awe at the seniors?  Remember evaluating your classmates, as well as others at LC, based on their cuteness, their hair styles, their dress?  Now, fast forward four years, remember when we were seniors, leaning stoically against the bannisters of the balconies, gazing in wonder at the new freshmen class, thinking what’s the world coming to?  Remember walking in here tonight wondering what are my classmates like now?

For those who played football at LC in 1970, remember Coach Jerry Conners’ first words to us:  “If there’s a will, there’s a way”?  What were you like in 1970 and what did you become by ’74?  What are you like today, and how much of whom you are now can be traced to those four years in the early seventies?

          All these places have their moments
          Of lovers and friends I still can recall
          Some are dead and some are living
          In my life I loved them all.

I entered Lewis & Clark with long-term friends from elementary and junior high school.  I knew Doug Bontrager, Mike Pattison, Jay Nunemaker, Tracy Smith, Sandi Freeman, Virginia Parker, and many others.  Most of you, too, entered LC with a host of friends already.

In my homeroom, with Mrs. Sherburne, I got to know Steve Chance, Darrell Chapple, Chris Cersley. Janey and Laura Calkins, Dana Brandon and others.  These became some of my closest friends in those years. 

For all of us, homeroom was a special time.  Of course, it was a time for the homeroom teacher to take attendance and to apprise us of what was going on around school.  It was, also, an opportunity to talk with friends about assignments, or, more importantly, what we did the night or weekend before, who we went out with, whom we talked with or, better yet, “guess who spoke to me!”  It was a time to joke around, get serious, have fun, connect.  Before many years passed, though, several of those faces were gone, never to be seen again.  After several more years more of them left the scene.  Darrell is gone, Chris is gone, too.   Before we meet again, several more will leave our presence.  You all know someone once there who will never be here again.  In each of our hearts, though, a little room of love is still reserved for them.

           And with all these friends and lovers
          There is no one compares with you
          And these moments lose their meaning
          When I think of love as something new.

I would bet some of you picked out one person from that crowd who, for you, was head and shoulders above the rest.  You wanted to and possibly did date that person.  Maybe you even married them.  Yet, no matter what you chose to do during and after high school, while you were there “love” seemed to crop up anew with regularity.

Some of our classes, and the teachers who taught them, were tough.  Some of the information was hard to grasp; some of the teachers favored the girls, some favored the boys.  Athletics could be rough, tiring, sweaty, gross, and the coaches could be sons-of- (Now cut that out!). . . For those who participated in football, remember “Tiger Charges”?   Remember Coach Ray Miller’s “inspiring” us on calling us “Baby Walruses”?  How many of us, myself included, walked in here tonight looking or feeling like full grown specimens?  For you wrestlers, remember running up and down the staircases in the school and around it halls time after time?   Distance runners, remember the pleasure of Hatch Road, or PTA (Pain, Torture, and Agony) during two-a-days, for the football players?  So many other fine tidbits of high school life pervade our memories.  I know that though some of you are still physically capable, think about trying to do those things today. 

Often, in high school, we turned to classmates for help:  tutoring, guidance, comfort, solace, etc.  Some of us looked beyond our Class of ’74, to those older or those younger; and some of us saw people at other schools as worthwhile, too, not simply as Saxons, Pirates, Highlanders, Indians, or Bullpups.  As we progressed in age and through school, learned more about subjects, people and the world around us, we saw those we thought we knew in totally different lights and love cropped up anew.  So many relationships of youth, some just superficial, some deep and meaningful, have gone by the wayside with the passing of years, yet, we’re so blessed to be here now, to rekindle old friendships.

          And I know I’ll never lose affection
          For people and things that went before
          I know I’ll often stop and think about them
          In my life I loved you more.         

How many of you, even now, maintain regular contact with a high school classmate?  Humbly, I admit, I do not with any regularity.  For those who do and those who do not, this opportunity to renew friendships heartens the soul, makes the spirits soar, and blesses us now and forever more.  Certainly, many of us took time to peruse Classmates or the LC Class of ’74 website Matt Hellstrom set up to see who would be attending.  Each person’s name you recognized brought immediately to mind a funny story, a touching remembrance, a smile to your heart.

Forty years seems a very long time, yet memories of forty years ago, when we were young, growing into adulthood, experiencing many things for the first time, are still strong and fresh in our minds, even though today’s faces often seem new.  In 2014, most of us are about 56, -7, -8, or -9.  Some of us have watched our own children go through high school, perhaps even LC, and some may now see their grandchildren at that age.  We’ve progressed in our careers to various levels of success and satisfaction.  Our families have prospered, or not.  Our health has thrived, or not.  We look forward to today, as well as to tomorrow, or not.  If we remain true to the lessons of LC, we still look forward and hope.

The years have crept up on our bodies in ways we would not foresee; some appear vibrant and are, while others who appear vibrant rage inside with mental, relational, spiritual, financial or physical maladies; for many, body parts have generally filled out and do not hold up; as we’ve matured, we no longer have the youthful figures or looks of the seventies, though our minds want to think our bodies still can do the things we did then.  Oh, that brings me to another area of our lives which is probably changing . . . Now, what was that? . . . Cherish this moment; tie it tightly to your forty-year-old memories; hold onto it for forty more!

          And I know I’ll never lose affection
          For people and things that went before
          I know I’ll often stop and think about them
          In my life I loved you more.

LC Classmates - if you would like to review or share the 40-Year Reunion PowerPoint presentation from Saturday (Aug. 16, 2014), I have posted the same presentation to OneDrive (formerly SkyDrive) at the link below. You should not need any software to view the program (without music) online with Windows, IPad, or most other device. Just click or swipe to advance slides. It was great talking with everyone!

Larry Ganders, LC '74

Sad news in today's Spokesman-Review. Mr. Weitz, (my favorite teacher), passed away on February 12th. He had been suffering from Alzheimer's disease for the past year. Who remembers some famous "Weitzisms"? I'll start -  I'll never forget that "Avocado's number" was 6.02 x 10 to the 23rd power. I'll never forget him - RIP Mr. Weitz!