Miles Lynn Patrick, 59, a resident of Farmington, died Friday, Oct. 6, 2017, at Willard Walker Hospice Home in Fayetteville after a two-year battle with glioblastoma multiforme. He was born Dec. 5, 1957, in Sapulpa, Oklahoma, the son of Carl Kenneth and Jennie Cathleen (Rowland) Patrick.
He was preceded in death by his father.
Patrick worked as a HVAC technician for more than 35 years. He was always very meticulous and took pride in his work. He enjoyed gardening, cooking and collecting coins. He loved his St. Louis Cardinals and his Razorbacks.
Survivors include his wife of 19 years, Tabatha Huffmaster Patrick. Together they had two sons, Robert James Headrick and Avery Miles Patrick as well as his honorary daughter, Tiffany Ann Caudill; three brothers, Mike Patrick and wife Darla, Scott Patrick, Andy Patrick and wife Julie; his honorary brother, Rick Duncan; his mother, Jennie Patrick; he also has several nephews and nieces whom he loved very much.
Funeral Service were Oct. 9, 2017, at Luginbuel Chapel in Prairie Grove. Burial was in the Farmington Cemetery.
The family would like to thank Hope Cancer Resource and Willard Walker Hospice House for their kindness and compassion.
Dyke Lee Jennings, 58, of Fayetteville died Saturday, July 30, 2016, in Fayetteville. He was born December 14, 1957, in Fayetteville to Charles and Bessie (Wilson) Jennings. He was a member of the Fayetteville High School class of 1976. He was a professional diesel mechanic as well as an important part of his family business, Jennings Automotive and Truck and Trailer Service.
He was survived by his wife, Donna; two sons, Chris Jennings of Farmington and Jason Jennings of Fayetteville; one brother, Cordis Johnson of Springdale, and five grandchildren.
Graveside funeral services will be held August 5, 2016, at Mount Comfort Cemetery in Fayetteville.
Beverly Jo Kreie, 60, died May 20, 2018, in Las Cruces, New Mexico. She was born Jan. 28, 1958, to Jack Conrad Kreie and Mary Jo Newlin Kreie in Torrington, Wyoming. When she was still an infant, her family moved to Northwest Arkansas where she grew up. After she graduated from Fayetteville High School, she studied under European-trained chefs and became the head chef at a popular restaurant in Little Rock for over 12 years.
In 2002, she moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico, to join her sister and then her parents, who later retired in Las Cruces. Beverly worked for several years as a chef in local restaurants and also did some private catering.
Family and friends always enjoyed her delicious food, including her creative take on lasagna, such as creamy mushroom lasagna and New Mexico-inspired green chilé chicken lasagna. She also had been an avid tennis player since her high school days. In Las Cruces, she played competitive tennis with a 4.0 league for several years.
She was survived by her sister Deborah Jean Camacho of Springfield, Tennessee; sister Jennifer Kreie of Las Cruces, New Mexico; her sister-in-law Necole Krueger Kreie; and several nieces and nephews.
She was predeceased by her parents and her brother, Wade Clinton Kreie of Little Rock, Arkansas. Her father, Jack Kreie, taught chemistry at Fayetteville High School for 29 years.
She was cremated and her remains were to be returned to Arkansas for burial alongside her parents and other family members. No local services are planned.
Gregory Eugene Flowers, 60, of Fayetteville died of heart disease Tuesday, April 18, 2017, in Springdale. He was born February 16, 1957, in Fayetteville to George and Josie Flowers. He was preceded in death by his father.
Flowers was a member of the Fayetteville High School Class, the members of which also knew him by the nickname of “Gravy” or occasionally “Gravy Train.” One friend recalled how he got the nickname: Back in 1964, Greg and Michael Buchanan attended a Boys Club summer camp. Greg called Michael “mashed potatoes” and Michael called Greg “gravy.”
Greg attended the University of Arkansas, where he became a member of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity Inc. He was co-owner of Bullpen BBQ, and he formed and coached a city league basketball team named the Train Gang.
He is survived by his mother, Josie Flowers of Fayetteville; sons, Spencer Flowers of Fayetteville, Darnelle and wife Lindsey Flowers of Denver, Colorado, Monty and wife Stephanie Flowers of Fayetteville, and Johnathan and wife Sarah Flowers of Atlanta, Georgia; a daughter, Alexa Flowers of Fayetteville; a brother, George Flowers of Farmington; a sister, Tommie and husband Lawrence Davis of Little Rock; seven grandchildren; and a host of nieces and nephews.
Funeral services will be 10 a.m. Saturday, April 22, at Beard’s Chapel with Gary Noble officiating. Interment will follow in Oak Cemetery under the direction of Beard’s Chapel. The family will receive friends from 5-7 p.m. Friday, April 21, 2017 at the funeral home. Condolences at www.beardsfuneralchapel.com.
While the approach of graduation meant many things to different people, to all seniors it meant dishing out the dough. From the summer before to the summer after the senior year, students were paying for all those “seniory” things.
It started with the senior ring, averaging $60 to $70. Then came senior portraits. Most seniors spent $30 or more.
From the beginning of that final year, seniors prepared for the big day, graduation. Before they had time to realize they were seniors, they were ordering invitations. Some managed to escape with only a $5 to $6 charge, but the cheapest package was $9.35 and the most expensive was $26.55. And many ordered extras and bought a memory book for $3.20, a senior key for $4.50 to $6.50 and a picture album for $4. In addition, a cap and gown, which was required for uniformity of color, meant another six bucks.
Planning for a college education was also costly. ACT and SAT tests cost $6.50 to $7.50, which included sending the results to three colleges. Transcripts to accompany applications were priced at $1 after the first one.
As graduation drew nearer, so did another big event, the Senior Prom. The cost for this wing-ding could vary sharply. Tickets, which came out of the guy’s pocket, ran $5 a couple. Dinner, depending on how cheap the guy was, ranged from $3 at McDonald’s to $20 at the Farmer’s Daughter. Then the poor fellow had to rent a tux, another $15 to $40, and buy a corsage for his date. If he went the daisy route he spent about $2.50; if he was extravagant he paid $10 for an orchid.
A new dress for the girls could be made for as little as $20, but many preferred to buy one read made for at least $50. And her date had to have flowers too, a boutonniere for $1.50.
If you added it up, the bill for the senior year came to $260. But most seniors agreed that the memories were worth every cent.
To the casual observer, large group was a room full of 50 to 150 students — some sleeping, some taking notes, some reading day old assignments and others daydreaming the hour away.
For the students it was an inevitable part of the high school experience, since large group formed an integral part of all English classes as well as psychology, history and accounting.
Most students learned to place each large group session into one of four categories and looked forward to the class with anticipation or dread according to its classification. These were 1) the filmstrip, film, record category including W.C. Fields films and broken filmstrips, 2) the note taking period complete with the date Emily Bronte’s sister’s dog died, 3) the guest speaker, 4) the games, so aptly recalled by Nicky Gyles.
“I feel the large group system stands on a basically sound theory. However, one aspect of large group did cause me emotional anguish. Games involving singling out certain individuals and the social ridicule which followed was quite exasperating, especially when it happened to me.”
According to Mrs. Kathy Roy, senior English teacher, the purpose of large group was to allow speakers to talk to all the students at once as their schedules might not permit them to speak to each class individually. Large group also enabled teachers to shae the work load of offering lectures and showing filmstrips.
“We are not here to entertain,” observed one teacher.
Student opinions, on the other hand, were mixed.
“It’s a good idea,” said John Horn. “One advantage is that it breaks the routine. Students find it boring because it’s to formal and teachers often have uninteresting presentations.”
“Large groups are beneficial when they are used for speakers, film strips and things like that,” pointed out Kathy Bell, “But at times they could be very boring.”
Instead of showing you what magazines tell you that you wore, here are the results of a poll of 100 boys and 100 girls showing you what you really wore in 1976.
Jeff England and Shelley Faddis are shown wearing the results of the poll.
Generall, most people preferred casual, comfortable clothes, with uncomplicated lines. Jeans, either nice denim baggies or grungy Levi’s, were definitely the staple of everyone’s wardrobe. Guys (99% of them) and girls (75%) overwhelmingly chose jeans for starters.
Going from top to bottom, boys, on the average, had over-the-collar to shoulder length hair (at least before basketball season!). Shirts posed a problem since there was a wide choice, with T-shirts, work shirts, button-down shirts, football jerseys and sweaters to select, none received a clear majority. Holding up those popular jeans was a brown leather belt, and peeping out from under them, 50.4% of the time, were tennis shoes.
Checking out the girls, it was again difficult to find a clear choice in some areas. Jeans, a button-down print shirt with a solid sweater and a scarf would be a close composite. Shoulder length hair in soft windblown waves accounted for 63% of the hairstyles.
The girls seemed to be given to excesses in some areas. Most wore four bangle bracelets, at least three rings, and two-inch heels or platforms. Nail polish, pierced loops, a pendant on a long delicate chain, a leather purse and wild socks completed the composite girl.
While results of the poll were interesting they did not mean FHSers were fad-following sheep. The individuals were like the cherry on top of the ice cream — the occasional song lyric embroidered on a shirt, father’s old varsity sweater or Jeff Thomas’s Elton John shirts.