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Martinsville High School
Class Of 1962
ANNOUNCEMENTS

Thanks, Rick Blunk, for this lovely picture, and with everyone named!

 

Jim Brunnemer wrote this, at some point, as a tribute to our graduating class! Thanks, Jim!

 

    THAT WONDERFUL YEAR – 1962

 

September, 1961 – Martinsville, Indiana

 

    When we, as eager teenagers, returned to begin our final year at Martinsville High School in September, 1961: 

  • John Fitzgerald Kennedy was in his ninth month as president of our country. Barely two more years would pass before the young and dynamic leader would be cut down by the bullet of an assassin.
  • The Cuban missile crisis, which brought us to the brink of a 3rd world war, was still a year away. (Remember, at the crucial stage of talks with the Soviets in 1962, as the Russians considered the alternative of war with U.S., Secretary of State Dean Rusk reported, “We're eyeball to eyeball…and I think the other fellow just blinked.”
  • United States’ “advisers” were even then in a small, inconsequential country called Vietnam. In a matter of months we all knew about ‘Nam and the war that took the lives of thousands of young Americans, including Eddie Neal, a member of our class.
  • Gunsmoke, Wagon Train (with a young Clint Eastwood as “Rowdy”), and The Ed Sullivan Show were among our TV favorites…although far behind Huckleberry Hound, of course.
  • On November 29, Enos the Chimpanzee became the first living American to orbit the earth. Three months later, we all watched breathlessly as astronaut John Glenn rode Friendship 7 into space to become the first human American to circle Earth.
  • Seven-foot two-inch Wilt Chamberlain of the Philadelphia Warriors scored 100 points in a single NBA game, still an all-time record, and averaged an amazing fifty points per game, another record.
  • Sonny Liston was the reining heavyweight boxing champion and Muhammed Ali was still Cassius Clay, fresh from his 1960 Olympic gold medal performance.
  • Roger Ward survived an accident-marred Indy 500 race in the spring of ’62.
  • Mariyln Monroe didn’t survive an overdose of sleeping pills, and the movie legend passed into eternity at the age of 36.
  • On the local scene, we drove the circuit from Frisch’s Big Boy through town and to the A & W root beer stand, looking for friends and adventures. You might even see Robbie Sparks driving slowly around town with a bloody arm sticking out of the trunk. That arm belonged to Norris Griffin. Norris and “Rockie” Cohen staged a number of their dramatic (fake) fistfights.
  • Karen Lesser served as Student Council president. (Karen continues to serve our class in ways that we all appreciate.)
  • “Headache bands” and “tunic blouses” were the rage in ‘62. Square-toed shoes were replacing pointed-toes as the style in footwear. Wearing white socks were okay, too. (Weren’t they?)
  • Senior cords went undecorated as faculty tried to convince us that they looked better that way. The truth was that previous senior classes had adorned their cords with naughty drawings and profanities, resulting in Principal Kennedy banning all art and words from the innocent lambs of our class. 
  • Bull in a China Shop, directed by Roger Hunt, was the senior play. Does anyone remember who played the bull?
  • One of Sharon McDaniel’s many jokes: “What do you get when you cross a Comet with a Valiant?” A “Vomet,” of course. (Eeewwww!)
  • Jane Reese’s favorite expression—at least when I was around—“I’m gonna blast you!”
  • Jenness Northerner was editor of the Artesian Herald. (Who would have thought the sketcher of horses would become Jenness Northerner Cortez, world-renowned artist, whose paintings don the walls of suchnotables as Queen Elizabeth II, Ronald Reagan, and Bill Clinton, among others?)
  • A few of the more memorable Christmas wishes that appeared in the December issue of AH: “Merry Christmas to Greasy Gus,” from Face and Leroy; “Merry Christmas to all the boys at St. Red’s Mission,” from Hound, Ugly, Mooneye, and Beans; Merry Christmas to Barbara Hicks,” from J.J.; and Merry Christmas to Big John,” also from J.J. (Seems “J.J.” couldn’t make up his mind.)
  • An anonymous but loyal writer’s cryptic description of MHS football that year: “The football team finished the season with 1 win and 9 losses; but the scores don’t always mean a lot.”
  • The opening basketball game saw the Artesians rack up a 28-0 score in the first quarter against Mooresville. Too bad the squad couldn’t have saved some of those points for other games. MHS was 12-9, losing to Ellettsville in the sectional tourney.
  • Speaking of the sectional—remember the huge snow that hit during sectional week? Across the state, many fans were forced to stay overnight in the gym because of road conditions.
  • If your skirts were too short, girls, Dean Davis was there with her trusty ruler to check it out.
  • Among favorite teachers were Speelman, Emhuff, Perry, Kinzler, Hunt. Jane Hall was voted sex symbol of the faculty by senior guys. Receiving one or fewer votes were Matilda McKrill, Hazel Beaman Ratts Owens, Ms. Shufflebarger (“Ach du lieber!” or “Oh, my dear!”), Frankie Bailey, Maggie Rose, and Mae McCoy.
  • A few popular songs of our senior year were “I Can’t Help Falling in Love” (Elvis), “Let Me In” (The Sensations), “Sherry” (The Four Seasons), “The Night Has A Thousand Eyes” (Bobby Vee), and oldies like “Take Good Care of My Baby” (Bobby Vee), “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” (The Tokens), “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” (The Platters), “Put Your Head on My Shoulder” (Paul Anka), “Where the Boys Are” (Connie Frances), and “Venus” (Frankie Avalon). And there was the tender ballad by Australian Charlie Drake, “My Boomerang Won’t Come Back.”
  • Many a couple fell in love to the song and movie, “Theme from a Summer Place.” The dance craze that year was the biggest thing since “The Stroll”: Chubby Checker and “The Twist.”

    We laughed and cried our way through nine wonderful months, and then it was May. Our 194-strong senior class sang the bittersweet lyrics to “Auf Wiedersehen” and “We’ll Meet Again” as we marched out of commencement at the old Glenn Curtis gym.

    And it was over.

 

 

Mens Table--left to right
Rick Blunk, Don Burleigh, Joy Favour's husband, Larry, Jim Rusie, Dick 
Elmore, Jim Brunnemer.

Next photo down--left to right
Richard Hamilton, Curt Boner, Dick Elmore's wife, Angie, (across from her) 
Linda Burleigh, Frances Hatley Fisher, me

Next photo down--left to right
Rick Blunk's brother, Tom Stanger, Joy Favour, (across from Joy) Tura Crone 
Lamar, Sonnie Myers Gano, Lila Pruett White, Sharon Tutterow Quakenbush

Next photo--left to right
Joyce Hamilton, Richard Hamilton, Curt Boner, Angie Elmore, Mary Frances 
Pope Boner, Frances Hatley Fisher, Karen

 Wild Bunch - 4/13/15

Wild Bunch  11/14
 
From the lower left hand corner, going around the table:
Brent Boner
Bill Fulford
Richard Hamilton
Bob Etter
Bob Elliott
Jim Brunnemer
Katherine Etter
Joyce Hamilton
Mary Pope Boner
Sharon Tutterow  
Emma Lou Hamilton Lanham
Sue Weddle Myers
Marty Akard Short
Tura Crone Lamar
Karen Lesser Smith
Linda Burleigh
Bill Elliott's sister, Pat 
Dottie Stapleton
Curt Boner
 
 


This brief story was written by Jim Brunnemer about meeting his brother, Buddy Carpenter, for the first time when he was 16. It was printed in the summer 2014 edition of the Indiana Basketball Hall of Fame Magazine.

 

BUDDY AND ME

By Dr. Jim Brunnemer

    The wide-set eyes under heavy brows and the dimpled smile removed all doubt. I thought I was looking into a mirror. In the doorway was my 23-year old brother who I had never met before. I was sixteen.

    Glen (Buddy) Carpenter, Jr. and I were two of nine offspring of a couple who had, at various times, given up their children, some to relatives, others for adoption, and a few to foster homes.

    I was fortunate to have been adopted at 30 months by Ernie and Gladys Brunnemer of Martinsville, IN, my eternal heroes from that day forward.

    Buddy was in the Air Force at the time of our meeting, in 1961. I was later to meet my other siblings—from eldest down—Joy, Jeanne, twins John and Carole, twins Jack and Jan, and Chuck. I was the last of nine kids that our biological mother birthed between her ages 16 to 24. That’s another story.

    Over a period of twelve years, Bud and I would visit a couple of times a year. He died in 1974 at age 36 in an automobile wreck near New Whiteland. At his funeral service that week I would meet my biological mother for the first time. I was 28.

    It was what I learned about Buddy after he passed that is the substance of this account.

    Buddy was nine and our older sister Jeanne 10, when they were placed in a foster home in Greene County near the tiny hamlet of Marco, IN. Both attended high school there, where Buddy demonstrated early on excellent skills on a basketball court. As a slight, 5-10, 155 pound junior forward for Marco, Bud led the “Bears” in scoring in the 1954-55 season, averaging 20.8 ppg, with individual scoring games of 32 (Scotland), 30 (Lyons), and 28 (Jasonville). His coach was Bob Spencer, who would, ironically, play a role in my life in the coming years.

    As a senior in 1955-56, under new coach Glen “Doc” Crowe, Buddy would again average over 20 points, with one game of 41 (15-21 FGs, 11-15 FTs,) against Coal City, and a career high of 49 (19-34 FGs, and all 11 of his FTAs) versus Fairbanks High School. 

    Like many boys growing up in the 1950s and 60s, my dreams were filled with glory and heroics as a future member of the Martinsville Artesians. A new freshman basketball coach, Mr. Bob Spencer, had come from Marco to Martinsville. Although Coach Spencer knew I was the younger brother of Buddy Carpenter, he never brought it up. I had no clue that an older brother of whom I knew nothing had been a star under his tutelage. 

    Despite my fantasies, I was a very average hoopster. Thus it was puzzling to me when Coach Spencer named me captain of the freshman squad. Later, I often thought back to that season when I seemed to do no wrong in the coach’s eyes. A teammate might make a mistake and be jerked out of the line-up. When I made a similar error or worse, Coach Spencer rarely removed me from the game. Though he never admitted to treating me with favoritism, I sensed it without knowing why. If the coach felt, with time, I might become as good as his
former star, his hopes were dashed, utterly. 

    I went on to a very unspectacular hoops career for the Artesians, good enough to play, but never to achieve the splendor of my aspirations.

    During the times we’d be together, Buddy never mentioned his play, but was proud of me, despite my modest career. *

    After Buddy was gone, my sister shared Marco High School yearbooks and newspaper clippings detailing Bud’s notable feats on the hardwood. He later starred on teams in the military, gaining a reputation as a small, but gritty Hoosier with a deadly left-handed jump shot. 

    Although regrets remain regarding my abbreviated relationship with my brother, he left three children—my nieces Dawn Carpenter and Sherri Carpenter Mitchell, and nephew Scott Carpenter and their families—with whom I now share so much joy.

    I suppose I’ll see Bud again, by and by.

 

  • I did have success as a first baseman under Coach Bill Bright 

at Indiana Central College (now the University of Indianapolis). In 1963, as a freshman, I hit two home runs for the Greyhounds. One was in the only game Buddy ever saw me play.

 

 

From the 2014 summer edition

of the Indiana Basketball

History magazine, published by

the Indiana Basketball Hall of

Fame

 

  Monday Breakfast Club -

Just like at the school sock hops - the girls on one side and the boys on the other!