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Welcome from the Sioux City Central Class of 1960!

"We are the ladies and knights of the school,....."

Listen closely and you will hear all of the "Castle Song"
as recorded on the field with the 1966 Band performing

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Reunion 2015 has come and gone, and boy did we have fun. It was so nice to see old friends and have time to talk to everyone!

About 85 of us met at Aggie's in Sgt. Bluff for a Friday, June 26th, mixer & buffet. Approximately 75 of us attended the S. C. Country Club June 27th dinner on Saturday and we enjoyed familiar old music for dancing.

This event even included two members of our class who had NEVER been to a class reunion before -- Larry Ericsson and Steve Larson -- and it was great to see them here.

Chairman Ed wants you to know that if you don't come to the 60th in another five years, there may not be a 65th celebration!

(Does he really think we will still be vertical and ambulatory in 2025?)

Also, please keep in mind that the Castle on the Hill Association is holding another all-school reunion event on Labor Day weekend this year.

It has been brought to our attention that the CastleWeb site no longer exists. The entire database that has been maintained by John Haviland for all Centralites is now gone. It is a sad day!

If you are on our "Missing" list or have changed your address since 2000 and you do not see your update on the "Directory" page of this site, PLEASE notify us so we can keep our database current. It's easy:

E-Mail -- Sheryl B. or
Snail Mail -- Sheryl Brosamle, 501 S. Lewis Blvd., Sioux City IA 51106

Is your patriotism needing a boost?
Pay a visit to another one of Sheryl's site pages: "Patriotics"
If you're a ham radio enthusiast, you will want to check out the entire site

Lost Words from our Childhood

Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really...... The other day a not so elderly, 70-something lady said a word to her son about driving a jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said what the heck is a jalopy? OMG (new phrase) He never heard of the word jalopy!

So they went to the computer and pulled up a picture from the movie "The Grapes of Wrath." Now that was a jalopy!

She knew she was old but not that old.

I hope you are hunky dory after you read this and chuckle.

by Richard Lederer

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included "Don't touch that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a broken record" and "Hung out to dry." A bevy of readers have asked me to shine light on more faded words and expressions, and I am happy to oblige:

Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We'd put on our best bib and tucker and straighten up and fly right. Hubba-hubba! We'd cut a rug in some juke joint and then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers lane. Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching back. Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.

Like Washington Irving's Rip Van Winkle and Kurt Vonnegut's Billy Pilgrim, we have become unstuck in time. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, I'll be a monkey's uncle! or This is a fine kettle of fish! we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

Poof, poof, poof go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind. We blink, and they're gone, evanesced from the landscape and wordscape of our perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ grinder's monkey.

Where have all those phrases gone? Long time passing. Where have all those phrases gone? Long time ago: Pshaw. The milkman did it. Think about the starving Armenians. Bigger than a bread box. Banned in Boston. The very idea! It's your nickel. Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Turn-of-the-century. Iron curtain. Domino theory. Fail safe. Civil defense. Fiddlesticks! You look like the wreck of the Hesperus. Cooties. Going like sixty. I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Heavens to Murgatroyd! And awa-a-ay we go!

Oh, my stars and garters!

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter had liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff, this winking out of the words of our youth, these words that lodge in our heart's deep core. But just as one never steps into the same river twice, one cannot step into the same language twice. Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into the past, forever making a different river.

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one of the greatest advantages of aging. We can have archaic and eat it, too.

See ya later, alligator!

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Finally -- A Study That Makes Sense!

  • The brains of older people only appear to be less speedy, because they have so much information to access, much like a full-up hard drive, scientists believe.
  • Elderly people have so much information in their brain that it takes longer for them to access it, scientific studies show.
  • Older people do not decline mentally with age. It just takes them longer to recall facts, because they have more information in their brains, research suggests.
  • Much like a computer takes longer as the hard drive gets full up, so too do humans take longer to access information, it has been reported.
  • Researchers say this slowing down is not the same as cognitive decline.
  • “The human brain appears to work slower in old age,” said Dr. Michael Ramscar, “but only because so much information has been stored over time. Older people simply know more, so selecting a correct choice from the trove of stored data may take a bit longer.”
So there now!!!

Ramblings of a Retired Mind .....

  • I was thinking about old age and decided that it is 'when you still have something on the ball, but you are just too tired to bounce it'.
  • I thought about making a fitness movie, for folks my age, and call it "Pumping Rust."
  • I have gotten that dreaded furniture disease. That's when your chest is falling into your drawers!
  • I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older. Then, it dawned on me, they were cramming for their finals. As for me, I'm just hoping God grades on the curve.

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