Memories
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Cabot High School was so good to me! I had never really had many friends in school's because we moved often. Mom was a single parent and things were difficult for us. I started the 11th grade there and shortly after met Tom Crum who has been my best friend ever since.
My English teacher Mrs Duvall suggested I try out for the junior play. I wasn't planning to try out because I figured you had to be popular and I didn't really know anyone that well. I did try out and got the leading role with over 400 lines. Wow! I didn't know if I could do that.
God has reasons for everything and y'all made my life better! Then Dwight was going to sell his 67 Mustang Fastback. I was able to purchase it at the beginning of my senior year and I felt like I had won the lottery!
I thank all of you for making my last 2 years of high school so special.
Troy Palmer
It’s hard to condense all the memories I have of Cabot High School. It was truly the happy times of my life, with exception of my son and granddaughter.
I met the love of my life in the band room of Old Main. We had a teacher who slept through class, so we all knew that we would laugh for at least one hour a day. Ms. Beatrice Reid scolded Steve Burks for saying the word “gosh,” and we were all in shock. Mrs. Golden told us all that she would continue to read the Bible no matter what. I was mortified the day my big dachshund followed me to school and sat outside the classroom howling.
My little secret was I wanted to be an actress and loved imitating people. One day in Mrs. Vine’s class, she insisted I get in front of the class and imitate the teachers, which I did. As I was walking back to my desk, she said,”Oh no, now do me!”
It was my opinion that we had the best football team, the best band, and the best dinner rolls! Performing during half time with Fire Batons was so exciting and not as dangerous as it looked, don’t tell.
To me, life was simple and good . I was appreciative of every honor I was given. Mostly, it seemed as though all the people I went from first grade to twelfth grade with were like family. Of course the ones that came in later from far off exotic lands like California and Florida were the topic of conversations for months. They were cool.
I can remember the smell of the gym, the crowds at the football games, and everyone meeting up at Brown’s Dairy Bar after the game. Wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Dana Hagan-Barger