Jefferson High School
If My Parents Ever Knew!!
Did you ever put anything over on your parents? Well the SOL (Statute of Limitations) has run.
Thanks to that shy, little (Drats, wish I had known) Helen Miller for suggesting this page and being willing to be the first to offer up her suggestion.
Please jump in with us and share a caper or two. Even if your caper failed, which might beven more fun. Just email your story to me and I will take care of the rest. john@jh2design.com
Helen Miller writes: Hi Ken - Have a topic for the Memory Post that could end up being funny = “Things you did that your parents NEVER knew!”
My story:
My parents were very strict & laid a 10:00 pm weekend curfew on me that gave me NO other choice than to become proficient at “being sneaky” in order for me to be a “normal Jeffersonian teenager”.
I couldn”t do this / couldn”t do that. I couldn’t here / couldn’t go there. YOU name - I was told “NO".
However, my best friend (Sharon Japp) lived just a couple of blocks from JHS & had a mother who was very liberal in regards to cufew time & what Sharon could do.
Plus, Sharon’s mom was often out with friends - or - down at the local Tavern, so IF we “helped ourselves” to some of her parents booze - her mom couldn’t smell it on us.
Sooooo, I had many Friday night sleep-overs at Sharon’s. My excuse for staying at Sharon’s was that she lived so close to the school that I didn’t have to spend the time walking 2 miles home after school & could get my weekend homework done. Plus, since Sharon lived so close to the school, Mom would not have to transport me to / from JHS for a Football Game or Dance (that may or may not be happening).
** BTW: Mom lived to be 101 yrs old. Thus, I had 49 years to confess - but chose not to :-)
Helen Miller Williamson
Cheryl Novinger writes:
Well, Ken. I had a slumber party. It was an innocent event. Several Jefferson girls, and one girl fron Grant.
Someone told the boys. They showed up with a lot of booze.
My trusting mother let us have the house to ourselves. There was no way I could talk them into leaving.
When they left, I had them take all the bottles with them. This way our secret was safe. Huh! They deposited all the bottles one street up in someones garbage.
Of course, I got a call the next day, because there was an envelope addressed to my mother.
I told them since it was Halloween, someone took off with our garbage.
I then had a friend retrieve the garbage.
They must have gotten the impression that my mom was a really heavy drinker. I kept my mouth shut.
I spent several days looking for one missing bottle. Found it days later under moms bed.
Cheryl Novinger Werings.
Helen Miller commented: I loved Cheryl Novinger's story. Here's hoping we will get some more Jeffersonians to "fess up".