- So, I have lived long enough to "BLOG", so have we all 1958 graduates of S.H.S.
- Hard to know what to say and to leave unsaid. My first years at Shawnee Elementary, Shawnee Junior and Shawnee High School are filled with wonderful memories. I have memories of walking to and from school with Bonnie, with my sisters, Kaaren and Paula and anyone we'd pick up along the way. I have memories of teachers: Mrs. Bagian, Miss Roberts, Miss Harju, Miss Coyle, Mr. Cundiff, Miss Coll and so many others who made school exciting and wonderful. I have flashes of cheerleading (the galloping white horses), of chorus, of yearbook writing, and of the trouble I seemed to easily find. When I think of my house on the Parkway, the treasured setting of so many parties and the gathering of friends, I feel lucky to have grown up in the West End.
- Then "On, On U. of Ky." and Dartmouth where I learned I was destined to teach English and Russian, which I did for years Later I decided I was more suited for the "problem kids"- drop-outs, juvenile delinquents, special needs students-all. After the classroom, I created my own business in Workforce Education, which was really just a grown-up version of what I had taught my whole career.I learned a lot about business and industry. I ended my career in education with an eight year stint on our local school board, which cured all my political aspirations.
- In my life I have worn many hats. I have been "Mrs. Jansen's daughter", "David's wife", "Davey's mom", and now, "Peyton, Campbell, and Delaney's Momsey", all titles I accept thankfully.
- Boring is not a word in my vocabulary. I have traveled the world, and absorbed cultures unlike ours. I have spent many precious years enjoying gardening, shopping and photography and writing-all passions I can't shake. While Multiple Sclerosis has slowed me down, I do the best I can with what I have.
- I think often of the great opportunities given concerning SHS and growing up in the West End of Louisville.I realize that so many opportunities and cultural experiences were given to me by my parents and that the work ethic came from their experiences living through the depression.
- I look forward to seeing everyone on Sept. 5th and feel convinced we're the same as we were in 1958- just 50 years better!