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The Yates Memorial Centre in Lethbridge, site of the 1987 graduation ceremonies for Kate Andrews High School in Coaldale. Source: https://www.songerarchitecture.com/genevieve-e-yates-memorial-centre (May be subject to copyright) |
Looking back, it’s a funny thing to not have your high school graduation in your high school. For the past 22 years I have been living and working in a town where, like clockwork, I go to the high school where they have their grad right in their gym.
It turns out, my high school was just too small to have grad in the gym. Yet, in 1987, we took it not only out of the school but right out of the community.
When I was thinking about what to blog about today, I just looked back on my day. Earlier, I went to see my niece Megan Laqua dance in Lethbridge at the Yates Memorial Centre complex.
It reminded me of that day in June of 1987 when we climbed in my parents Oldsmobile Omega, headed to Lethbridge, and walked across the stage at the Yates Memorial Centre.
Rehearsal
The first time I was ever in the Yates Memorial Centre was for the grad rehearsal. It was held during the day, a few days before the ceremony.
I recall picking up my best friend Chris Vining. We stopped at a place called Corky’s first, where I bought some fried chicken. I ended up eating the last of it as we walked into the Yates. I was trying to look cool, although I am not sure that constituted cool.
After that, the rehearsal went off without a hitch.
Dressed for success
The fact I was about to graduate from high school seemed surreal to me. It would be the culmination of all the years of school and work I had done, but it just did not seem possible it was here.
In fact, it took others, like my Mom and my best friend of the time Chris Vining, to push me along.
One of the biggest thing was a suit for grad. A couple times, my Mom had brought it up. It was just something you did then.
However, earlier in the Spring I had participated in a grad fashion show, where I modeled a couple tuxedos. Herb’s Men’s Wear in Coaldale had supplied the clothes for the fashion show.
I suggested to my Mom we rent from there. She was fine with that, because it would cost less and really, how often would I wear that suit, given I was 17 and still growing?
So, Vining and I went to Herb’s Men’s Wear during a spare and looked for tuxedos. While I looked through the catalogue, there were a few that looked like the one I had modeled. I wasn’t sure. Vining suggested asking. Sure enough, Mr. Fletcher had kept a record, so I just reserved the one I wore to the fashion show.
Vining had received some advice from the girls from the greenhouse where we worked after school. They suggested like a silver-grey coat and a wine-coloured bow tie. It was different, but cool.
I told my Mom, and she took care of the rest. As she usually did.
We were set – but there was more to do.
Flower power
It might have been Mr. Fletcher who suggested we needed boutonnieres, because there was a specific hole in the jacket for one. To that point, I thought it was called a corsage, but that was for women. Men wore boutonnieres.
Coaldale had a flower shop right next to the post office. I went in there and ordered a boutonniere for me, and a corsage for my escort. I got a pink carnation, I think partly influenced by the Marty Robbins song. I got my escort a rose.
So we were set.
What’s that about a date?
For so long, I had assumed I would not have a date, or escort, for grad. Then I got the courage up to ask this girl out. We went out on a couple disastrous dates near the end of school, but I just couldn’t give up the idea we should keep dating.
Grad was coming, and I did plan to ask her to be my escort. Before I got the chance, I was approached by a friend of hers. This friend had acted as a go-between when I first asked her out.
She now asked me if I was going to ask her friend to grad, because she had already bought a dress for it.
So I did.
Vining then ended up asking that girl to be his escort, but just as friends.
Working at the car wash
Grad was not until the afternoon, so I had time to take care of a few things.
The first was getting our family car, the Oldsmobile Omega, washed. I picked up Vining and we went to this car wash by Highway 3. As I washed, he fed coins into the machine. Then I was done washing, and put away the washing wand. He told me he had put in four more quarters. There was no way to take them back out.
There was an old lady behind me, so I tried to explain to her that there was money already in the machine, so could she just give us the dollar and we could call it even. She looked stressed and had that look of mistrust of a teenager.
“We should talk to the manager,” she said.
I tried explaining again. She kept talking about the manager.
We were on a bit of a time line, so I just gave up.
“Enjoy the free car wash,” I said, as I walked away.
Vining was waiting in the car.
“Some people just think we’re always trying to rip them off,” he said.
He was so right about that.
Getting ready
We picked up our tuxedos at Herb’s Men’s Wear, got our flowers at the flower shop, and I dropped off Vining at his house. We agreed that I would pick him and his escort up and we would all go together to the Yates Memorial Centre.
I went home and got ready. My parents were doing the same. When I was done, my Mom checked me over then I left, agreeing to meet them at the Yates.
It was time to pick up my escort. I knocked at the door, and Gina was there waiting. She looked great, in a white lacey dress, white stockings, a pink hat, and perfect make-up and manicure.
As was the case for virtually every date, she really said very little. This time, after I picked up Vining and his escort, the two girls talked like old friends, which they were. Me and Vining did the same.
Grad surprise
There is not much I remember about how we entered. I don’t think there was a grand march, and we definitely did not wear a gown or mortar board. I am pretty sure though, that we sat alphabetically, meaning Vining and I would sit side by side – as we always did.
Before the parchments were handed out, there were some award presentations. The actual diplomas could not be presented. Diploma exams had just been written and the final marks, and who actually earned a diploma, would not be known until after diploma marks were finalized.
The awards were all presented, and went to pretty much everyone I expected. Then, the emcee said there would be one more, presented by Mr. Ed Ryan. It had just been added recently.
Mr. Ryan was our high school guidance counselor, a mentor, and a dear friend. He was there to present the University of Toronto National Book Prize. He started describing how it went to a student who was strong academically, but the recipient also wrote a play about his classmates and friends.
Wait, that was me. I was shocked.
Then he announced my name, I went up to the stage at the Yates Memorial Centre, and accepted the award. It was a book with an inscription on the first page.
It was so cool.
A picture of me accepting that award also ended up in the year book.
After that, we would all walk the stage and receive our parchments.
The grad banquet, dance, and bash all happened after that, but those were held elsewhere, outside the confines of the Yates Memorial Centre.
Reach for the Top
The other memory I have of the Yates Memorial Centre was when I was young, and watching a high school quiz show called “Reach for the Top”. The province was divided into several regions, or flights. Kate Andrews High School of Coaldale was a power house, regularly winning its region. In fact, when I started Grade 10 at Kate Andrews, the Reach for the Top team won the national championship. It aired on CBC, Channel 9, and the Lethbridge and area flight was taped at – the Yates Memorial Centre.
I always wondered what it looked like, but would have to wait for my grad to finally see it.
Parting thoughts
Since that day in 1987, I have been to the Yates Memorial Centre many times, mostly to watch New West Theatre musicals, but also to see my niece in her dance productions.
Every time I step in the building I am taken back to my grad, and reminded how that was the end of one chapter in my life, with a new one soon to begin.