OBIT FOR MOLLY tBy Don Henderson class of '57
Back Row, Left to Right:
D. Henderson, K. Carter, B. Dillard, R. Stockman, B. Allen, B. Johnson
Front Row, Left to Right:
B. Brannon, S. Washburn, M. Williams, C. Evans, S. Dodson, J. Farmer

Now the curtain has rung down for each of these players
Bo, Betty Brannon, Ronnie, Judy and now Molly all players in our
Senior Play of 1957

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
It was my privilege to escort Molly the night of homecoming
1956, as she was crowned the Football Sweetheart (and she
was). Mollie came to us, along with her brother, Neil, during
the fall of 1955 and they immediately made a very positive
impact at Malakoff High School. Neil as an athlete and Molly
as the sweetheart that she was. Molly was soon recognized for
her gentle and kind nature, which she showed to everyone. It
was a blessing to have known her and to graduate with her. It
is with sadness that I post this, but with a glad heart filled with
good memories.

Yesterday…. Today ……and Tomorrow
                             Author unknown

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry; two
days which should be kept free   from apprehension and fear.  One of
these days is yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its faults and
blunders, its aches and pains.

Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. We cannot undo
a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word we said.
Yesterday is gone.

The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow, with its possible
adversities, its burdens, it large promise and poor performance.
Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.

This leaves one day, today; anyone can fight the battles of just one day. It
is only when you and I add the burden of those two awful eternities
yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down.

It is not the experience of today that drives us mad, it is remorse or
bitterness for something, which happened yesterday, and the dread of
what tomorrow may bring.
Let us therefore, live one day at a time.

Psalms 118: 24
This is the day that the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!”

May God grant Kenneth and  Molly's family  
peace as they face this tragedy of life.
kenneth and Molly on our Senior Trip in 1957