A lot has changed in Patterson since 1915. We’ve gone from dirt paths to paved roads with stop lights. These stop lights can be cruel, too— somehow they always seem to sense when I am desperate for a cinnamon latte from Starbucks, and they will make the trek up Sperry Avenue feel longer than Moses’ forty-year schlep through Egypt.
While local business and industry has expanded, local farming has evolved in a hundred years, also— from horse-drawn ploughs to GPS tractors that can literally drive themselves. The classic slogan for the John Deere tractor company states: “Nothing runs like a Deere.” Yeah, and now they can just run away without you.
Anyway, we’ve got lots of ideas in the works to make this PHS Centennial one to remember— but it’s the Patterson alumni community itself that will make this event truly special. While more recent generations of alumni are important to this Centennial, we want to be sure to pay tribute to our “seasoned” alumni, as well. Therefore, we are on a quest… a quest to locate the oldest living PHS graduates. Given that many have moved away through the years, changed their surnames via marriage, or are no longer with us, this could be a tricky task. So, we are going to need your help.
If you know someone that you suspect to be one of the oldest graduates (probably born in the late 1910s or early 1920s), please email me. I’m going to start compiling a list—which I’m very excited about. Anyone that knows me will tell you that I have an unhealthy obsession with list-making. So, this task is like giving an addict a little bag of crack—only safer, cheaper, and legal, of course.
Stay tuned in the coming months for other ways that you can help, too— and feel free to reach out to me with suggestions or questions. Together, we can make this celebration extraordinary.
“Here we go, Tigers, here we go!”
Elizabette Guecamburu, volunteer columnist for the Irrigator, is a writer and a native Patterson resident. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.