by Charly Mann

This is Chapel Hill Junior High School in 1962. It was located at 123 West Franklin Street, occupying half the area that is now University Square and Granville Towers. It was a cold, crowded, and dilapidated building. The school was actually heated by a coal furnace. I do not recall a school bus system in those days. I usually got to school by going in with my Dad when he went to work at the University. I had to walk home, which was quite an adventure through downtown, across campus, through the Gimghoul neighborhood, down a half-mile, poorly maintained wooded trail below the castle, and then into my neighborhood. The journey was three miles, and usually took an hour. Before the trip I always stopped at Sloan’s Drug Store, at the corner of Franklin and Columbia, to get a cherry or vanilla coke.

This is an eighth grade class that includes my friends Joe Phillips, Sandy Little, Clinton Kelly, and Claude Piantadosi. You will not see much ethnic diversity in Chapel Hill during this time. We did have a single black student in my class, a brilliant girl, named Sandra Fe Farrington.

This is a picture of Kat McKay. I am posting it only because several people over the years have commented about her unusual pose – in profile. Her parents, I believe, had a business making sandwiches that were sold at local snack bars. I believe she was in the ninth grade.
What is it that binds us to this place as to no other? It is not the well or the bell or the stone walls. or the crisp October nights. No, our love for this place is based upon the fact that it is as it was meant to be, The University of the People.

I knew the McKay family and loved most of them. Kat's father (known as Hutch) died in the late 1970's. Then we subsequently lost Bryan, Alex, and Martha. Sad stories, for the most part, and I don't think that Kat, wherever she is now, is doing much better.
They were all rather stunningly beautiful. Drugs play hell with beauty.
Do with this information as you will...
Kay