The age of the computer and the technology of MP3 music, I find that I can go back in time to listen to the music of that era without spending lots of money on CDís. There's Duane Eddy's "Rebel Rouser", and "Three-Thirty Blues", Jack Scott's "What in the world come over you", Conway Twitty's "It's only make believe" and Jerry Butler's "For your precious love". Let's not forget "The Stroll". Everybody could do that. That was probably the first line dance. Get the music and then sit back, dim the lights and listen to the beautiful sounds of the Class of 61. It's a guaranteed memory enhancer for all.

So many things happened during our time in the halls of Enterprise High School that it is hard to capsulize the memory of all.

Remember the rivalry between Enterprise High and Shasta High. It was intense, especially during the lead up to the football game. Back then, we had parades downtown before the big game, our cars all decked out with streamers and shoe polish writing of "Beat Shasta" written all over. Banners and flags waved and the kids cheered and yelled as we paraded around the streets. There was a lot of school spirit involved and some of us got a little carried away. One year, the Shasta High School victory bell was stolen by some overly enthused Enterprise students and in retaliation, Shasta High came to our school in the middle of the night and poured diesel and gas on our front lawn in the shape of a big "S" and set it afire. The fire when out quickly but the gas and diesel soaked into the ground and killed all growing vegetation for a long time. So midnight raiders of Shasta got the better of the two pranks as their symbol stayed with us a lot longer that their bell stayed missing from them. I know we were all threatened with global suspension if we were involved but they never did find out who did either prank.

During my research on the class of 61, I was reminded of the swimming parties up at Clear Creek, the snow days at Eskimo Hill and the ice skating at Lassen Park. Even a few can remember the skinny-dipping in Cottonwood Creek on a hot summers night, the hamburger place called Jayís, adjacent to the campus. Some of us fled the confines of Enterprise and traveled to the Grange Hall in Red Bluff for weekend dances and some just waited the week out and went to the Vetís Hall in Redding.

Some may remember the vacant lot across from the campus where fights were arranged and fought to settle differences. Smoking at the forge in Mr. Hillman's shop class. One classmate remembers getting hit my an arrow while running cross country. Seems like the girls P.E. class was out bow hunting and a stray arrow missed its mark or did it?

Penny loafers - jukebox - white wall tires - Schwinn bikes - drive in movies - the twist - diners - jump ropes - bomb shelters - Wingtips- hoola hoops - leave it to beaver - milkman - pool - bowling - Sunday afternoon drives - loose change - cheap gas - a & w rootbeer - cruisin - 45s - the bop - malts - mini skirts - sadie hawkins day - pedal pushers - rumble seats - hop scotch - pogo sticks - stilts - mickey mouse club - bandstand - rearview mirror fuzzy dice - ponytails - ducktails - roller skating - going steady - rocky the squirrel - polio vaccine - coke was a drink - fizzies - root beer barrels - car 54 where are you - brylcreem - lassie - hair rollers - old spice - ovaltine - sock hops - saddle shoes -Life with Father.

And you are saying to yourself, "are we that old?". Check it out. How much do you remember of back then. If you remember any of it, you're over 40 and more than likely past 50. My, my, where did all this time go. Wasn't it just a week or so ago that we all piled into a car and cruised down to the soda shop and hung out.

Memories bring about reconciliation with your past, the sharpness of the edge between what was good and what wasn't. We justified our mistakes by using youth as the reasoning behind them. Stupidity would be a better term for the majority of the mistakes made during that time period.

Some of us were rowdy and some of us were "bookworms", one for which I was not. That was one label that never was thrown my way. I wonder why? Whenever I took a school book home my mother would ask me what it was. My dad thought I stole it and my brother wanted to know what I was going to do with it. Some of the books I turned in at the end of the year still had that crisp sound when you opened them for the first time. My locker was full of them. My grades were not the best. Well, they were at the bottom of the food chain

Fashion was not really a big thing back then, as most everyone wore practically the same thing. The guys and their Levi 501's at $4.98 a pair. Some of us would take the thread out of the "V" shape sewn into the rear pockets Some went a little further and dispose of the belt loops and then rolled over the waistband to look Kool. The girls with their flowing long skirts and bobby socks and flats.

How about those guys that put their new Levi's on, sat in a tub of hot water and then wore them dry to get that form fit that was so in. Some would wear the same pair of Levi's until they fell off for lack of washing for a few semesters. It seems that others wore them until they were so stiff that you could stand them up in corner of your bedroom at night and in the morning, put them back on. If you had more than one pair, you made sure you hid the pair you weren't wearing so mom wouldn't get them and throw them into the washing machine. If washed, they were unfit for wear. Remember the Ivy League Pants with the little belts in the back. "Did any of us wear those?"

The '57 Chevy's was everyone's dream car...to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races in. Guys and gals went steady and girls wore his class ring with an inch of wrapped dental floss or yarn coated with pastel frost nail polish so it would fit her finger. That made it a little difficult to change girlfriends in mid stream. Sometimes it was hard to get those rings back and I swear that they used a pound of yarn and a quart of glue on the rings. I don't know if that was to make them fit better or just make it harder for us guys to do a quick switch on any given night. How about those guys that had two class rings. Never mind what the initials were on them, the girls rarely looked at that anyway.

Remember lying on your back, on the grass with your friends and saying things like "That cloud looks like aĒ, or lying on the hood of your car looking for comets or shooting stars. If you were lucky, you would see Sputnik, the Russian ball orbiting the Earth.

This was a time when a lot of girls didnít kiss until late high school, if then. I swear that I dated every one of them. You kept hearing about the girls that were "easy" but where in the hell were they. They were an endangered species as far as I was concerned. Or maybe it was just those guys bragging. And how about those senior keys. They were given out like cracker jacks...sometimes two or three times in one night. But you sure got a sparkle from the eyes of the girls that received them. Wasn't that the objective?