Getting ready to climb the stairs to high school.
Went up and down these steps many times.
On Friday, November 6, 2015, I attended the last of the Classics in the Courtyard at the Southern Cultural Heritage Foundation, formally our old Alma Mater. Afterwards, I went upstairs to our high school and took a lot of pictures. It was so overwhelming coming back to where I spent the last four years of high school. It was an awesome experience for sure. This is for all my classmates and former classmates to go down memory lane again with me. I have posted close to 50 pictures for my classmates to see and it's hard to believe that it has been 56 years since we graduated. Thanks for the memories!
Looking back towards the staircase I came up.
Looking down an empty hallway that we all walked many years ago.
9th Grade Classroom
Needing a lot of repair work.
10th Grade Classroom
Where The Maryon was assembled and published.
Walking out the doorway to 11th Grade Classroom.
11th Grade Classroom
Staircase to downstairs.
12th Grade Classroom
I never noticed this shelf before.
Downstairs to the Auditorium
Windows near the staircase.
Looking out the window at the Balfour House directly across on Crawford Street.
Pemberton's Headquarters on Crawford Street.
Within a week after commencement of the siege of Vicksburg, Lieutenant General John C. Pemberton selected one of the city's finest mansions to house his headquarters operations for the defending Confederate forces.
Looking back down the hall from the 12th Grade classroom with a flood of memories.
One more look at the library and wishing the walls could talk!
Some type of intercom system.
Coming back downstairs to leave, I notice a new doorway/wall which was put in because the hallway was opened up when attending school in elementary and high school.
Front of Auditorium/High School upstairs standing at the Balfour House.
Cross on top of our old Alma Mater ~ S.F.X.A.
Concrete blocks that held wooden seats to sit on at the big playground.
Picture of our old Alma Mater from the parking lot.
St. Xavier Dear
St. Xavier dear, we'll think of thee
When classroom days have passed away
Those happy days to us will be
A bond of love when far away.
St. Xavier dear, St. Xavier dear,
You colors rare of blue and white
Will always be as dear to me
As on this happy night.
Your daughters, too, are always true,
Oh Alma Mater fair;
A hymn of praise for you they raise
For you their love declare.
We love thy halls, St. Xavier dear
The friends we've made there long ago
They come again in visions clear
To grace the scenes we use to know.