Story #4 – Susan Ebert
Decided to tell you about my Fondest High School
Memory before I forgot it. Here goes....
It was in the fall of 1960 (not sure if it was 1960 or 1961...maybe some one know for sure) when during our homecoming festivities our Pirate bonfire was prematurely ignited by a team of TIGERS.
In a desperate attempt to "rebuild" rather than to "rough up", the school united and started regathering lumber for the sacrificial burn. Our sophomore class tried to help with an eclectic collection of wood products.
I remember a couple of boys I knew came by my house with a pick up truck, and I directed them through the gate into the backyard. There in all its greatness sat our old wooden outhouse. For a moment I had regrets, but realized it was for the honor of our ALAMEDA PIRATES. No sacrifice was too great. I tried to help hoist the house into the back of the truck, but my heart wasn't in it. After all we had had a relationship. One cannot truly appreciate inside facilities until you have set your derriere on a cold, splintery, not so round hole in outside accommodations. Yes, we had our issues, as it was home to many spiders, and flying insects that would visit me when I came calling. With them I had an understanding; they wouldn't bite me, and I wouldn't kill them.
That night at the bonfire, there it sat like a throne of the gods ready to be sacrificed for the enjoyment of all. I still get choked up with its heroism. Few outhouses have met with greater glory than this one did.