I Should Have Felt Something

CHS gym last open to public 01-30-2016I’ve been dragging my feet putting this post up, because I’m not exactly sure why I didn’t feel more emotion at my visit to the Central High School Gymnasium Saturday, the last public viewing before it’s torn down sometime during this month and March.

Here, by the way is a panorama shot from the top of the south bleachers looking to the north. Click on it to make it larger.

Maybe I didn’t connect because all of the spirit signs, the Tiger logos, the baseball brag board and the Alma Mater had all been removed from the walls. My knees didn’t like the bleachers that we were made to run up and down in P.E.

It was the noise that was missing

CHS gym last open to public 01-30-2016It was too quiet. There were no basketballs bouncing off the shiny floor. No coaches blowing their whistles and bellowing at lackadaisical students like me. There was no hollering nor the SPLAT! of one of those red rubber dodgeballs leaving an equally red mark on some slow-to-move freshman.

No fond memories

CHS gym last open to public 01-30-2016I can’t think of any fond memories I had about that room. I hated physical education class with a purple passion. I had neither the skills nor the desire to play sports.

I attended tens of dances and proms, but, with few exceptions, my job was to wait until this queen or that queen was crowned, then head home to process my film for The Missourian, The Tiger or The Girardot.

First high school girlfriend Shari found out I wasn’t fibbing when I told her I didn’t know how to dance, and last high school girlfriend Wife Lila will confirm that I never got any better.

I thought the showers were bigger

CHS gym last open to public 01-30-2016When I journeyed to the locker room and showers, I was astounded at how small the shower room was. It’s hard to believe that you could cram a dozen or more guys in there at one time, even considering that I was half the size I am today.

I stand by a description I wrote in 2013: “We guys were herded into gang showers where earsplitting hoots and hollers echoed off the tile walls like a bad prison movie. At least once during this session (which I tried to complete as quickly as possible), there would be something that sounded like a space shuttle lifting off, followed by a sulfurous cloud of methane gas that rolled off the tiles in a green cloud, prompting another Neanderthal to try to best the earlier contribution.”

If the dodgeballs went “SPLAT!” the snapping of wet towels sounded like a wild bunch of cowboys trying to get the herd moving by cracking their bullwhips.

Bleacher and floor signup sheet

CHS gym last open to public 01-30-2016There was a signup sheet near the entrance where people could leave their names if they were interested in getting pieces of the bleachers or floor when the building is being torn down. I talked with Coach Terry Kitchen Monday to get details, but he said the administration hadn’t made a decision yet on what will happen with the salvage. He asked me to check back later this week to see what was going to happen. When I hear, I’ll post an update.

I have to admit I wouldn’t mind having a chunk of bleacher.

A moment with Terry Crass

CHS gym last open to public 01-30-2016On my way out, I stopped to chat with a man wearing an orange shirt. It turned out to be Terry Crass, probably one of the nicest guys who ever walked the halls of Central High School. As team manager of just about every sport except Chess, he kept players patched up, and he’s doing much the same work today at the Veterans Home.

After a few minutes of chit-chat, Terry said, “On the afternoon JFK got killed, I was in Mr. Ford’s algebra class. The weather was bad. It was a lousy-looking day. Mr. Wilferth came on the PA and said the president had been shot. We didn’t know anything.

“The bell rings and I hit out to the study hall. Nobody was saying anything. Everybody was crying. There was a big black and white TV in there. That’s when Walter Cronkite looked up at the clock over his shoulder and said, “From Dallas, Texas, the FLASH, apparently official, President Kennedy died at 1 p.m. Central Standard Time, 2 o’clock Eastern Standard Time, some 38 minutes ago.” [I inserted the actual quote, but Terry pretty much nailed it from memory.]

I had a flashback

CHS gym last open to public 01-30-2016I flashed back to another TV on that day. One that was sitting in the gym with shocked students staring at it. “All you could hear was breathing,” I told The Missourian when I rushed my photo to the paper to make my first EXTRA edition.

Suddenly, I must have swallowed a marble because I couldn’t say anything, and there was a lot of dust in the air that caused my eyes to water.

I guess I DID leave a little piece of myself in that old gym.

Last Day photo gallery

Here are some random photos of folks saying goodbye to the old building. Click on any picture to make it larger, then use your arrow keys to move around.

10 Replies to “I Should Have Felt Something”

  1. Thank you for the pictures, I couldn’t make it down last weekend to give the old gym one last walk through. I found my mom in one of your pics, sitting with her 1955 Girardot, which has photos of the gym being built.

  2. wonder if they recycle that beautiful floor in any way; I remember Kermit Meystedt refurbished it or completely replaced it years ago.

  3. I very rarely go on Facebook, but am taking a break with resume re-writing and on-line job applications. Seeing this article caused my throat to constrict. LOTS of memories, seeing my good friends playing basketball, decorating for dances, square dance with the boys for PE when it was raining cats and dogs outside. In the 75 Girardot yearbook, there is a picture of me with Bipi Grafner McGinty watching a game. I wouldn’t mind the net from one of the hoops, anyone living in Cape pick it up for me?

  4. I remember a intremural basketball game with the faculty and Dutch Meyer crushing me to the floor. I don’t know who won the game because Dr. Hoxworth was placing seven stitches to close the gap over my left eyebrow.
    If there is record for the number of times for climbing the ropes to the ceiling of the gym well this former pole vaulter should be in the hall of fame. I think it was required before and after track practice to make that climb using only without the use of any leg and feet support.

  5. I live in Jackson, TN now, and that gym is better than most gyms my kids played in throughout their high school careers. I’m grateful for the experiences Cape Central provided me with. When I tell people my high school had a pool, and swimming was part of the PE curriculum, it blows their mind! It’s disheartening when things, although material, become so irrelevant and replaceable to those that have no apparent connection. Our beloved Alma Mater will never be the same.

  6. I would love to purchase items made from the old bleachers – small keepsake boxes – garden benches – endless ideas! It would make a great community service project for Central’s shop class (if they still offer it lol) or the local Boy Scouts/Girl Scouts. Bump it up a notch and mix the younger kids with seasoned adults from nursing homes and have a fundraiser for a worthy cause. I love repurposed items that evoke a memory !

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