Chris Derrington. Remember how RHS was built before (I think) there was air conditioning, or at least it was planned that way...Anyway, they had large glass windows along the hallway side of each classroom. There was a pole in each room, with which the windows were tilted open, or closed.
One day in class, I daydreamed looking up into the reflection of the tilted window and saw the reflection of Chris looking back at my gaze from the glass. We chuckled or laughed, or grinned at each other.
I basically never had a relationship with Chris other than every single time we saw each other, at reunions or around town, we would both look and point up, mimicking our Junior Hi gaze...and then grin or chuckle..
I don't ever remember a time when Chris wasn't smiling or laughing. He was such a joy to be around because he was always cutting up or telling a joke. I have nothing but great memories of my time spent with him, may he rest in peace.
I met Chris in the 6th grade and we became good friends. We played on the Rams together and traveled together with his Dad. We even travled to Oklahoma City and played a team there. I knew his whole family. One day I was on the defensive side in practice and I came across the line and he was a pulling guard, and he clocked with me with a blindsided block. I had a red jersey on he always laughed about it because he said you couldn't tell which was blood or my jersey. Chris was always a popular guy and we had great times together. It saddens me of his passing as any of my high school mates. But especially the people you went to grade school all the way through high school. May you rest in piece my friend. Say hi to Mark Boland in heaven.
I just posted a picture with Chris and part of the 8th grade track team at Belt Line Junior High. Not sure people remembered Chris was fast in the 100 back then. In the picture from left to right standing are Keith Kelley, myself, Bob Brown, Hank Dubey. Left to right kneeling are Glea Ramey, Eddie Spear, Mike Major, and Don Cannon. Sad that several in this picture are no longer with us.
I remember Chris as one of the really fine people it was our privilege to have as a classmate. Chris was tough when tough was called for -- on the football field or, as I recall all too well, during that terrible spring when someone thought it would be a good idea to teach the basketball team how to be more aggressive by putting them in wrestling matches with their football peers. I drew Chris. Ouch! Outside of those arenas, Chris had a smile for everyone, a kind heart, and he exuded character. I have known him little since we graduated, but have every confidence that he has been a blessing to his family and to many.
Chris and I go back to grade school. He was our 1st Baseman for the Hawks in RSI Sports. The Hawks were coached by Randy George's dad. Chris and I remained friends our entire life. He bought his very first car from my oldest brother, a red 1960 Ford Fairlane. The last time I saw him was at the dinner event of our 50th RHS Reunion. He was in line for food using a walker. I caught up with him and helped him through the line and we sat down together and shared our meal and years of friendship that evening. God bless you my dear friend!!!
Lowell Tuttle
Chris Derrington. Remember how RHS was built before (I think) there was air conditioning, or at least it was planned that way...Anyway, they had large glass windows along the hallway side of each classroom. There was a pole in each room, with which the windows were tilted open, or closed.
One day in class, I daydreamed looking up into the reflection of the tilted window and saw the reflection of Chris looking back at my gaze from the glass. We chuckled or laughed, or grinned at each other.
I basically never had a relationship with Chris other than every single time we saw each other, at reunions or around town, we would both look and point up, mimicking our Junior Hi gaze...and then grin or chuckle..
A small thing, but a good memory. RIP Chris.
Eddie Norman
I don't ever remember a time when Chris wasn't smiling or laughing. He was such a joy to be around because he was always cutting up or telling a joke. I have nothing but great memories of my time spent with him, may he rest in peace.
Bruce Anderson
I met Chris in the 6th grade and we became good friends. We played on the Rams together and traveled together with his Dad. We even travled to Oklahoma City and played a team there. I knew his whole family. One day I was on the defensive side in practice and I came across the line and he was a pulling guard, and he clocked with me with a blindsided block. I had a red jersey on he always laughed about it because he said you couldn't tell which was blood or my jersey. Chris was always a popular guy and we had great times together. It saddens me of his passing as any of my high school mates. But especially the people you went to grade school all the way through high school. May you rest in piece my friend. Say hi to Mark Boland in heaven.John Powell
John Powell
I just posted a picture with Chris and part of the 8th grade track team at Belt Line Junior High. Not sure people remembered Chris was fast in the 100 back then. In the picture from left to right standing are Keith Kelley, myself, Bob Brown, Hank Dubey. Left to right kneeling are Glea Ramey, Eddie Spear, Mike Major, and Don Cannon. Sad that several in this picture are no longer with us.
John Powell
Pat Cowlishaw
I remember Chris as one of the really fine people it was our privilege to have as a classmate. Chris was tough when tough was called for -- on the football field or, as I recall all too well, during that terrible spring when someone thought it would be a good idea to teach the basketball team how to be more aggressive by putting them in wrestling matches with their football peers. I drew Chris. Ouch! Outside of those arenas, Chris had a smile for everyone, a kind heart, and he exuded character. I have known him little since we graduated, but have every confidence that he has been a blessing to his family and to many.
And thank you John Powell for that picture.
Ron Knight
Chris and I go back to grade school. He was our 1st Baseman for the Hawks in RSI Sports. The Hawks were coached by Randy George's dad. Chris and I remained friends our entire life. He bought his very first car from my oldest brother, a red 1960 Ford Fairlane. The last time I saw him was at the dinner event of our 50th RHS Reunion. He was in line for food using a walker. I caught up with him and helped him through the line and we sat down together and shared our meal and years of friendship that evening. God bless you my dear friend!!!