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Memories, Experiences, and Stories
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with Class Members.

You can use the pen or pencil and send your item(s) by snail mail, or you can do the 90s thing and e-mail webmaster (Ron Warner)
your contributions, editorial changes, and/or comments for this page.

E-Mail is preferable, since this will allow me to copy and paste right into this page without scanning or retyping your material. If you do not have e-mail, but do have a computer, send your lengthy comments on a 3.5" disk, utilizing Notepad, Word or about any other word processor.

Classmates' Comments and Memories

"A collection of stories, like pieces of stone,
can evolve into a beautiful mosiac."

IMPORTANT: We nee your comments. Please feel free to submit stories for inclusion in this section on how your life was affected by teachers or experiences at Warsaw High. If your memory is triggered, also feel free to adjust, add to, or expand on any comments of your classmates (using e-mail or a 3 1/2 disk).


Any Contributions Will be Listed in Alphabetical Order Using Maiden Names.


Norma Schwierking Jellison

Hi Ron,

Do you or anybody know the whereabouts of Larry Bernhardt? My husband and some other guys lived together in Ft.Wayne in the late 50's. He has lost track of him and would like to know where he is now.

I've been trying to think of some antics that went on in our class. The only thing that comes to mind is the time a group of us including myself put a sink in front of Dick VanCleave's house and pushed his car down the street. There was a sign on the Bulletin Board at school that he would trade his car for a kitchen sink, and that was too good to let go. I know Mary Ramsey and Graham Kreicker were in on it too, but can't remember who else. All I know is that the next day we were in the police station getting a lecture. I still don't know who turned us in or if we got caught! It was a lot of fun and I think my mother even laughed when it was all over. If anyone else knows who else was in on it or what else happened let me know.

Norma Schwierking Jellison

Ron Warner

In trying to recall an appropriate story to contribute to our class web page, many things come to mind.

  1. First, I would like to mention a special debt of gratitude to certain teachers, coaches, and administrators at Warsaw High School who believed in me, encouraged me, contributed to and helped shape my life significantly. What I am today, I owe in large part to the caring, teaching, interest, and concern of this group. In no particular order they are: Coaches George Fisher, Robert Litchenwalter, Frank Sanders, and Fred Olds; Teachers: Basil O'Reilley (band), Giles Hoffer (history), Pete Thorn (Boy's Club), and Mrs. Kiefer (9th grade English); Principal: James W. Riley (a man who really cared!).

  2. Did you ever know that it was Wayne Moss and I who placed pieces of Limburger cheese behind the hot radiators at Warsaw High. Mr. Riley thought the building was being invaded by some form of a potentially explosive gas and ordered the building to be exacuated. Remember that?

  3. There are so many things that I remember vividly about the high school years, such as Duck hunting in the Center Lake Swamp with Dan Davis. I loaned him an old double barrel 12-gauge shotgun. He stood up in the boat to fire one barrel at a duck, but both barrels went off. He lost his balance and almost fell into the swamp. Remember that, Dan?

  4. I also have fond memories of numerous old and newer cars I bought and paid for by working full-time summer jobs and part-time jobs during the school years: a 1933 Plymouth 4-door sedan; a 1932 Ford pickup which I chopped and channeled and outfitted with a powerful '51 Mercury V-8 engine; a 1937 Plymouth sedan (my watermelon machine); a 1941 Hudson business coupe; a 1946 Nash oil burner; a beautiful 1949 Ford which I bought and paid for while in the 11th grade in '53.

  5. Is there anything I didn’t do at Warsaw High? Yes, I didn’t do drugs (I didn’t even know what marajuana was, let alone all these new drugs we hear about today). I also didn't drink beer or wine while a student at WHS. In fact, when Coach Fisher told us football players not to drink Coca Cola, I didn't even do that. No one brought a gun to class or threatened a teacher. We were civilized and we can thank God, our school, community, and our parents for that.

  6. Sports: Every season had its sport, but the sport I loved was football, due in large part to our great coach when we were sophomores, George Fisher. Football filled my physical niche. During our sophomore year we were beaten only by Plymouth and Auburn and were NEIC co-champs. We were undefeated when we were juniors and the Tigers were the NEIC champs. I believe ours was the last of the really great Warsaw football teams.

  7. And now the rest of the story: This could go on and on, but let me end with girls. We fellows may have acted with great bravado, but I think most of us were scared to death of girls. Like all healthy young boys, I had my share of puppy loves, infatuations, and broken hearts. Even though I probably wouldn't want to do them over, I still cherish those relationships and I am richer for them.

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