CLASS SONG:  "NEW FRONTIER"
Some to the rivers, some to the sea
Some to the soil that our fathers made free
Then on to the stars and the heavens for to see.
This is the new frontier, this is the new frontier.
Let the word go forth from this day on
A new generation has been born.
Born to the task to keep us free
Born out of the right of the home country.
This is the new frontier, this is the new frontier.
Let us begin for it shall take long,
Let every man sing a freedom song.
Not for ourselves that we take this stand
Now it's the world and the freedom of man.
This is the new frontier, this is the new frontier.
The day will come, it's got to be
The day that we may never see
When man for man and town for town
Must bring the peace that shall resound.
This is the new frontier, this is the new frontier.

CLASS FLOWER:  PINK ROSE
CLASS MOTTO:  "LET US BEGIN FOR IT SHALL TAKE LONG"
CLASS COLORS:  PINK AND BURGUNDY
FAVORITE FAD:  TOOLING ZIP'S
FAVORITE HANGOUT:  ZIP'S
FAVORITE SONG:  "WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE"
FAVORITE EXPRESSION:  "THAT'S PRETTY FUNNY"
FAVORITE PASTIME:  SUBMARINE RACES
FAVORITE PARKING PLACE:  INSPIRATION POINT





AND, WHO CAN FORGET THE LAVA LAMP!





THIS WE WILL REMEMBER . . .
"The image of a wide river and a spreading city . . .
concluding a year . . . and a book.
The last page of high school for the Class of '66 . . .
Yet graduating will begin a new book . . .
of fresh inspiration . . .
Written with new ideas . . . 
translated into the action of living . . .
As when the sudden snowstorm smothers the 
red desert earth . . . though the snow quickly melts, 
the desert is nourished . . .
and blossoms purple sage . . .
Education is the renaissance of Man . . . and of a man."
                                  ~1966 Columbian~





The following was written by classmates 
Les Brown and Lynn Berry Pierle for our 30-year reunion in 1996.

Crazy - After All These Years


Our summer days in Richland were always hot
So swimming we went off someone's dock.
Our summer nights were oh so boring--
So then we'd go ZIP'S exploring.
Baseball was good but basketball was king!
Now football with Rish was another thing.
We lived in a place that didn't exist
Our houses came from a government list
No Tudors, Colonial, or Cape Cods--
We lived in A's or F's or H's--how odd!
The wind and the dust were common to us
The wind belts did little to slow down the stuff.
Starry nights and quiet streets
Where with childhood friends we lived in peace.
The only crimes that marred our hoods--
Toilet paper streaming from someone's roof.
But the world around us was not sleeping
The TV news showed people weeping
In a land too far away for us to care
Our only thought:  What shall I wear?
We lived in peace all through Selma
Someone else buttin' heads in Alabama.
But our black friends had to move away
To fight for civil rights and equal pay
"No protests allowed!" the government said,
So they found the "dream" in Chicago instead.
Then Mark Black signed on to fight in 'Nam.
He stepped on a mine and never came home.
There were others there who fought the fight
We're proud to honor them here tonight.
Because of them we can live in peace
On our starry nights and quiet streets.
So as we meet on this reunion day
And celebrate our lives in the usual way,
We are thankful you are here
To share some laughter and perhaps a tear
And to know we're still crazy--
After all these years.









Class of 1966 
By Donna Thorson Whiteside
40-Year Class Reunion
June 23 - 25, 2006

On June 2, 1966, as a class, we walked down an aisle,
Carrying a diploma and wearing a smile.
 
We had graduated from high school that day.
Watch out world, we were on our way.
 
All of us had plans as to what we were going to do.
Throughout the years some, no doubt, got changed a time or two.
 
Some of us in the fall of the year went on to college.
At least four more years of learning and knowledge.
 
The military was where some were to be.
They helped keep our great country same and free.
 
Jobs were waiting for many of us, too.
We did them well, as we always do.
 
Many got married and families were raised.
Now there are grandkids and how they are praised.
 
Cars, boats, RV's and houses have been bought and sold.
Our youth is behind us, but no, we're not old.
 
We've still got places to go and things to do.
Ready for the next phase of life, each and every one of you.
 
There are those of us who never left the area we grew up calling home.
Others moved to different places to work, explore and roam.
 
Some who left will, other than for a visit, stay away.
While others who left have returned to stay.
 
It doesn't matter, as we all had our lives to live and things we wanted to do.
It helped shape our lives and made us appreciate each other, too.
 
In forty years we have all changed in some way.
However, we still have our memories of graduation day.
 
We're here at our reunion to greet and enjoy many a friend.
We've shared many experiences that we'll remember 'til the end.
 
So what if we have to ask a name or two.
Can't be expected to remember all of you.
 
Don't stand back, go up, and look at a nametag, a face, say "hi."
Before you know it this reunion will be over, and we'll all say goodbye.
 
As we each leave here and go our separate ways,
Let's take a fond memory of the last few days.
 
Travel safely to your homes both far and near.
Think about friends and classmates from 1966; what a special year!













Where Has The Time Gone?
By Donna Thorson Whiteside
45-Year Class Reunion
June 24 and 25, 2011

Forty five years; can you believe?
Think of what we have and may still achieve!
Many of us started grade school here.
Others came during a later school year.
Growing up in Richland, oh, what a great place.
No worries, no cares, just our little desert town, our own little space.
For many years Hanford was the main employer, who knows, it may still be.
Our parents moved here to live, work, play and enjoy camaraderie.
Alphabet houses many of us called home.
In such a safe environment we were free to roam.
Lots of neighborhood parks and play grounds
Where we could walk, ride bikes, drive and make the rounds.
Houses and cars - there wasn't much need to lock.
Get in trouble and we had to answer to several "moms" on the block.
Many grade schools, two junior highs, Christ the King; we all met at Col-Hi.
Memories of growing up seem to mean more as time goes by.
Yes, we are older but we need not care
Even if some have a little gray hair.
Time has a way of marching on, we do too.
Think of all the changes that have taken place with each of you.
Forty five years since our high school graduation
During which time we've had heartaches and elation.
Richland has changed thru the years, but then, not so much.
A bigger city still with a friendly touch.
Our years of memories won't be taken away.
Along with classmates and friends they are here to stay.






Five Decades Later
By Donna Thorson Whiteside
50-Year Class Reunion
August 12 and 13, 2016


Can you believe that it’s been 50 years,
Since we received our diplomas with tears and cheers?

Never again would we all be in the same place at the same time,
Even though we thought, no way, that would be a crime.

Some of us have known each other since the age of four, five or six.
As we progressed through high school we added friends and classmates to the mix.

It’s now 50 years, and here we are,
Coming together for our reunion from near and far.

Have fun! Enjoy! Go up to everyone if only to say, “Hi,”
For as we all know time has a way of flying by.

In a few days it will be time to depart.
Remember to keep everyone in your heart.

Good health, safe travels, wonderful memories forever.
Looking forward to the next time we are together.











"WE LOVE YOU ... YEH, YEH, YEH!"




  




     




















 









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