Conway-Phillipsburg High School in 1957 in the old brick
building built in 1920. The school board kept to pass school
bonds for a new updated school on the outskirts of Conway, MO. but
to no avail.
It was our Senior year of
1960-1961. Most of us classmates had attended in the old
dilapidated building all twelve grades.
Being silly teenagers,
one school day on our lunch hour, we decided to go on strike, and
protest for a new school. Our teachers didn't care because they
were wanting a newer facility themselves.
I didn't have a car. Very
few girls back them did. I went home and asked my dad if I could
drive his brand new 1961 Catalina Pontiac. He gave me his
permission. What could happen going ten miles? I thought
I'd only be hauling a few of my classmates. But when I got to
school, four girls piled in the passenger seat, and six boys into
We were packed in dad's
car like sardines. We proceeded down old RT 66 Highway to
Phillipsburg, MO, ten miles away. They'd merged the students from
each town together.
We arrived okay, and got
out, marching around, protesting for a new school. After thirty
minutes of protesting we got back in our cars, and started
back to Conway, barely moving at ten miles
per hour, in a caravan.
All of a sudden the car
in the front stopped abruptly, and there was a
chain reaction of cars,
trying to get stopped. I hadn't had my driver's license long, and I
was nervous in dad's car, anyway.
I barely got stopped. One
boy in the back seat said, "That was a close one," when
the car behind me rammed us from the rear.
Then we went back to
school. I had to go home and face the music with dad about wrecking
My high school graduating
class of 1961, graduated in the old school. But five years later, in
1966 they passed the school bonds, and built a new modern school in