SUNDAY MEMORIES
Judy Wills.
Recently, Fred and I were just chatting, and something clicked in my mind, bringing up a memory. I don’t remember the trigger, but the memory is quite clear.
The memory took in something from my high school days, and that brought up a memory from another part of our life.
And so, I got out the yearbook from my senior year in high school – at Highland High School in Albuquerque, New Mexico, my home town – to look up the fellow in my memory. WOW was that a walk down memory lane! There were over 700 students in my senior class, so it wasn’t possible to know or be friends with all of them (and by-the-way – there were 3100 students in my high school, in just the final three grades of high school – sophomore, junior, and senior). But quite a few were quite recognizable, and I had classes with some of them. While I was mainly involved with the music program, some of the sports jocks were in my periphery.

Highland High School – Albuquerque, New Mexico Credit Google Search
There was one guy who was in a lot of sports, which was a bit surprising, since he wasn’t much taller than I am. We always called him by his last name – Taylor.
And that brings me to the main memory – Fred and I had been married over four years, when he joined the military (U.S. Air Force).

Credit Google Search
He had to go through the Officer Training School (OTS) as his “basic training” in San Antonio, Texas. I elected to go with him and found a job with Civil Service at Kelly AFB.

1966 – Judy, my boss and a co-worker, at the beginning of “Zero Defects”
Kelly AFB, San Antonio, Texas
I had my own small apartment, and Fred was able to leave the base just one night each week. All that to say that a National Guard unit from Albuquerque was going through the same OTS training the same time as Fred was.

1966 – Fred receiving his certificate commissioning him as an Officer in the U.S. Air Force
Photo Credit – Charles Wills, Fred’s dad

1966 – After Fred’s graduation from OTS, Fred’s dad (full bird-Colonel) and me pinning the 2nd Lt. bars on his shoulders.
For some reason, I was with Fred at the same time this Guard unit was disembarking. Perhaps I was just getting Fred out of the car and into the barracks, I just don’t remember. However…standing there was a face from my past – my high school past no less! And I yelled out – “Hey Taylor” – because it was A. Taylor, that same sports jock, getting set up for OTS training! He turned around, saw me, and with eyes as big as saucers said, “ohmygodlymygodohmygod!” We both had a good laugh. I don’t remember that we talked much – I’m not even sure that he remembered exactly who I was, but he remembered me from high school.
I have never attended any of my high school reunions, but my good friend from Albuquerque, Mary, has attended most of them. We have talked some about the kids we went to school with, as she remembered them from those reunions.
There was another “sports jock” – B. Thompson – who lived not too far from me. He was a real looker, and I’m sure a lot of the girls had a crush on him. I probably did, too, but never got that close to him. In any case, when I mentioned him, Mary said, “oh, he’s probably in jail by this time!” So I guess he went off the rails somewhere along the line.
So how’s that for a memory, hmmmm?

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .
Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.
After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.









































on a 2-lane road out in the middle of nowhere. I had not studied the map too closely, but thought I remembered that all I had to do was to stay on U.S. 84 (4-lane road) until I picked up I-40 at Santa Rosa, NM. In reality, U.S. 60 had split off from U.S. 84 at Fort. Sumner, NM and I didn’t realize I had missed the turn. I had traveled several miles without seeing a road sign of any kind, and began to worry about my being stranded on this lonely road that looked like it never ended.
childhood friend, Leon, who still lives in the same house he did when we were growing up together in the mid-1940s. We had a great time recalling our younger days and he introduced me to his cat, Rusty, and gave me a tour of his model circus railroad project. Later he went with me to the National Nuclear Museum and the Ernie Pyle Library. We experienced one of New Mexico’s dust storms late that afternoon, and I remembered how the wind could almost knock you over, and the wind driven sand could blast the paint off the front of your car and pit your windshield, if you were foolish enough to drive into one of those storms. And, there was no way you could get your house windows closed tight enough to keep that fine sand from filtering into the house, and getting all over things.
motels I used to throw papers to were still in business, and the Highland Theater where DiVoran worked selling tickets was still there. Leon told me he was a ticket taker and usher at the Highland Theater about the same time that DiVoran was working there, but he didn’t remember ever meeting her there. The Ice Arena had been turned into part of a shopping center, and Highland High School, where DiVoran and I met, all those many years ago, was now three times as big as it was when we attended. Further down Central, our football rivals, Albuquerque High School had been closed and converted into condos (of all things), while the First Baptist Church, which my folks and I attended all the years we lived there, had moved and their buildings were now empty and up for sale. What a shock that was!














