I moved to Bradenton in October of 1954, that was the beginning of a new life for me. Leaving Miami and all the friends that I had been in school with from 1945 to 1954. I thought it was going to be a tough transition, it was not. I found all the people that I met to be extremely friendly and nice.
I remember sitting in the second floor rooms and looking out the windows and day dreaming. In the early mornings you could feel and smell the fresh air. There was no air-condition in those days. Most all of the teachers love teaching and love the kids that they taught. The fifties was a great era to grow up in. Looking at Joe Kinnan Field, memories of Friday night football games flowed through my mind. Every body in Bradenton was at those games, after the game we all went to the teen club. The El Patio Drive Inn restaurant was jammed up also.
Today as I read all about what our school board is doing to our school just drives me up a wall. How dare them try to destroy one of the greatest traditions in this state. How dare they try and destroy all my high school memories. The Manatee nation will stand tall and take down the intruders that taint our school and lives. Long live Manatee High school and her traditions!
May God Bless Manatee High School and all her family and friends.
“Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that's what makes you strong.”
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