So many memories of Lassies ... but in particular there was Mr. Pearson and his tower:  Pearson's perch.  I don't think Mr. Pearson really liked us Lassies.  We had to appear on the same field as his stellar band, and they were stellar.  He was an excellent and demanding band director and the band pushed themselves to live up to his expectations.  Enter those Lassies ... the band was sooo good and we were sooo bad.  But what can you expect?  Most of the band had been marching together since they were freshmen, and they had it nailed.  The junior Lassies had barely a month of training and no experience before we hit the football field for our first half-time show.  Around the middle of the football season, we had to learn and perform the highland fling.  What a disaster.  It was hard to learn and hard to perform and we looked just awful.  At one point Mrs. Pearson was so frustrated with us that he screamed out on his megaphone that we looked like a herd of cattle.  Just wonderful for our confidence and self-esteem.  Can you imagine what the neighborhood behind us heard and thought?  The only reason I joined the Lassies was to wear that snazzy little uniform, and it was cute.  I left after one year.  That was quite enough.  We later heard that Mr. Pearson had once become so frustrated that he fell off the perch!  If that was true, it must have been quite a sight.

Ya know it is wild going back in my mind about those days when we were

"Just Kids"!  The band was great.  I wanted to be a Lassie, but can't remember why it didn't happen.  Lot's of good stuff going on at MAC and the whole pomp and circumstance of the good old night football games...

Does anyone know what happened to Paul and Mark Schultz?  great musicians were in our band!