Oh to be young again, 1973!

Was the Morris High School Class of 1973 special? Of course every graduating class of our school is special. Each one had/has its own distinct qualities with distinct experiences in the growing-up years. Can kids today even relate to the fears of boys back in the day? The fear of being drafted and sent to Vietnam? I think the worst of that was over by the time we actually reached graduation day of 1973. Not that Southeast Asia conflict was over, mind you. The fall of Saigon happened in 1975. Man is such a fallible creature. 

Today our democratized media exposes us to all kinds of absurdities in the human condition. Perhaps I'm alluding to our national government leadership. But there's nothing like the angst of fearing the military draft during Vietnam. We continue to pay the price for that war even today. Many men who survived it were never the same. The most offending politician was Lyndon Johnson, a Democrat. How? Why? 

But the Morris High School Class of '73 concluded its high school journey with a decent amount of pride and resolution for the future. 

I met up with one of my classmates recently for a graduation reception. This was in my neighborhood of Northridge Drive. Craig Murphy and I sat together at this wonderful event. I told the father of the grad how Craig and I had completed high school together. And then without missing a beat I asked Craig to recite the class motto of the Class of '73. I knew he'd have this at the tip of his tongue. He recited: "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead." 

Pretty edgy, eh? It was a trait of baby boomers back in the day to be edgy, unconventional. Well, even boat-rocking. You had to be there? Maybe. 

The boomers were so plentiful. We saw the rapid growth of state colleges because of us. And now look what's happening: St. Cloud State will be tearing down about half its campus. Of course they still need the money to do this. And they're trying to get it from their usual donors. How discouraging: donating $ to tear down a campus they supposedly love. But the leadership there has made it clear: the old "glory days" are not coming back. 

Today our high school is "Morris Area High School" and we're joined in athletics by Chokio-Alberta. A very nice arrangement. I had the pleasure of attending the recent C-A graduation at the Chokio building. For so many years I covered the C-A graduation for the Morris newspaper when the event used the Alberta building. Same with Homecoming coronation and pep fest and basketball. Bleachers on just one side of the gym. But remember: for a big part of Morris school history, bleachers were pulled out on only one side for GIRLS basketball. And that actually surprised me considering that Morris with its UMM fashioned itself as such a progressive place. Chalk it up as a mystery. 

The MHS Class of '73 is up in years and our ranks are getting thinned by the toll of time and the inevitability of death. We can report that recently we have lost Helen Loher and Sue Sullivan. RIP re. both. I didn't know Sue back in the day. I knew Helen somewhat. Eventually we retreat into the mists of time. 

Edie Martin spoke for us at graduation: "Don't be a milquetoast!"

This is a photo taken at the steak restaurant of Circus Circus Hotel/Casino in Las Vegas Nevada! Your blog host is second from left. I'm wearing my Hoffman Harvest Festival 5K run T-shirt incidentally. Singing the praises of Hoffman in Las Vegas! At left is my fellow MHS Class of '73 member Art Cruze. Art and I are joined in photo by Art's parents Carl and Leona. Art and I made several trips to Las Vegas (baby!) together. My dad's leisure time preference was hunting and fishing. I ended up quite the opposite. Dad's heart was in the right place.

 

- Brian Williams - morris mn minnesota - musicstuff54@gmail.com 

Ever had a song dedicated to you?

Dave Buechler at piano, Ralph E. Williams

 

A retirement reception was held for my father outdoors at UMM, not on the mall but close to it. Mom insisted that I attend, so I did. I felt uncomfortable in these situations because I was outside the preferred "caste.". 

The atmosphere was pleasant. At one point we heard loud music from someone's "stereo" a couple blocks away. Kids with the loud sound systems back then often liked to flaunt it. We heard a loud BeeGees tune. And someone quipped "that's one of Ralph's earlier works." Ah, Dad and his "works" - he was a prolific composer of published music. He had something like 90 published works. 

Our MAHS band under Wanda Dagen performed one of those a couple years ago:"Testament of Nations." Thanks Wanda. Some of my father's works can be found being performed by church choirs on YouTube. Not long ago I found one example from the Amarillo TX Methodist church. It's like achieving a little bit of immortality: having your own musical ideas published, isn't it? I would take this over having a book published. 

Dad has been gone for 13 years now. His music surely lives on. 

My father had a massive impact in elevating the profile of our humble little campus in its earliest years. The school's promoters/lobbyists were uneasy about whether our venture of UMM could have staying power. Southwest Minnesota fought with us for getting this plum. I know it meant the world to the Morrison family of Morris. 

Dad's No. 1 contribution, among many in UMM's infancy, was to take his "men's chorus" to two World's Fairs. The first one probably made the biggest statement. The year was 1962 when Dad's chorus traveled to Seattle for the World's Fair. Click on the link below to read the whole blog post I wrote about this for my companion blog "Morris of Course" just a couple weeks ago. You'll see archived press clippings on top and at the bottom. I assure you that venture was a big deal. Thanks for reading. 

https://morrisofcourse.blogspot.com/2026/06/fledgling-umm-put-on-show-in-1962.html 

 

The clipping you see at top here is from my father's "last days" at UMM leading to his retirement. I don't have the year handy but I'm pretty sure it was 1978. Jimmy Carter was president! The BeeGees led a disco wave. You know, disco pop music could really be pretty artistic IMHO. Nothing wrong with music that gets you to dance. 

Using my magnifying glass to read the caption on the clipping, I can report that it was Dave Buechler, UMM senior, who wrote a musical composition dedicated to my father. The UMM concert band proceeded to perform his work which I'm sure was boffo. Buechler titled the piece "Three Short Movements for Band." It was part of his senior project. Way to go Dave. 

Dad's retirement capped his 18 years with UMM. But his involvement with the U was deeper. He got his undergraduate and Master's degrees from the U and taught at the U of M-St. Paul School of Agriculture in the 1950s. That's when I was in preschool. I do have memories of it. The St. Paul "School of Ag" was winding down just like Morris' West Central School of Agriculture. Times were changing. Well, as they often do. 

Are times changing now so as to make the future of UMM uncertain? This past academic year showed some possible fissures. Our chancellor says there are no plans to close UMM. Then again there's the old saying that no one's life or liberty is safe when the legislature is in session - something like that. So I don't know. 

Our spring graduation is scaled down from what it once was. Believe me I remember the past. 

I established a family fund to make sure the Williams name stays relevant and appreciated. If you examine my blog post on the men's chorus World's Fair trip, you should surely have an appreciation of what Dad meant. Well, Mom too of course. All I can do is keep the Fund going. 

Will I win respect this way? Not with the longer-of-tooth UMM people or at least a significant number of them. There are always some good people around like David Brown. As for the pretentious and stuffed-shirt types, maybe they'll feel an obligation to show some respect for me. It is a long shot. To those people I would say "Eat your heart out." I might cite Sue Gooch. Yes I remember.

 

Addendum: Del Sarlette recently informed me that Dave Buechler was in the UMM jazz ensemble when it performed the Don Ellis chart "Final Analysis." This was in the pre-Jim Carlson days of UMM jazz. Clyde Johnson gamely directed the most challenging piece with its unconventional time signatures. I was there! I wrote a whole blog post about the historic performance which was at the recital hall. 

Del said "the concert was the only time we got the ending right!" Tom Garberick was on drums. Tom recognized a little "riff" toward the end and then guided the band to its smooth ending or smooth landing! I saw Tom at the recent funeral for Donna Christensen. The funerals for the boomers' parents can feel like high school reunions! Bruce Christiansen and I immediately remembered our Jimmy Stewart impression.

I also reminded Bruce of when he was employed at the Morris Theater, he'd put school hallway gossip up on the marquee and then step back and take a picture of it! 

Del Sarlette in the spirit for the July 4 holiday!

- Brian Williams - morris mn minnesota - musicstuff54@gmail.com