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Last picture taken of Julie Tenold Coe and Al Coe August 2000 She was 'called home'
in September of 2001.
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Classmates at Julie Tenold's memorial service releasing balloons in her honor. L to R: Dennis
Mosher, Jo Wessels Hale, Larry Wilson, Jerry Millard, Ron Huntley, LeAnn Enabnit Kurtz, Jane Duesenberg
Pedalty, Jo Lenning Besta, Pat Millard, Al Coe and two daughters.
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*Memories from Classmates and Friend*
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Julie was the cutest thing I had ever seen! I didn`t know what love was in grade school, but I fell
in love with her anyway! Larry-Andy-Andersen (class of 57)
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"MEMORIES" from Jerry Millard As I reflect on our Jr. High days in Central School I think
of a cute young lady who made the days seem to fly. I think most of us in 7th grade fell in love with
Julie Tenold off and on over our last five years of school but nothing ever equals the days of our 7th
grade. Julie and I fell in love as one would expect for 7th graders. We would splurge and
hit the movie on Sat. afternoon and try to figure out what to say so we didn't sound like someone right
out of the pumkin patch. Just holding hands would send shocks through one's body and mind but of course
you would not dare to show it. Since Julie lived on 7th Ave. North near the cemetery, several times
we would sneak over there and kiss behind the bushes. Now you must remember kissing then was not quite
like it is today. I can remember closing my eyes, with my hands behind my back , lean over and most
of the time I would plant my kiss on the cheek, nose or even a shoulder once in awhille. When the Gods
smiled on me and I kissed her on the lips my heart actually jumped out of the body. Then
to carry the romantic love affair even further we would test the our nerves in the church choir. With
the long loose fitting choir robes we would always march to the front of the church as cherubs and then
we had it figured out how to hold hands using the large bulky sleeves to hide our love affair. I think
ever at our confirmation group in the spring of our freshman year Julie and I stood in the front row
at the front of the church and giggled about holding hands but since our passionate love affair was probably
over by then I don't remember holding hands at that time. There were quite a few 56er class
rumbles in Clear Lake and Julie made several of them from her home in California. One rumble will always
stand out and to some of the 56ers who watched a small gesture from Julie that really showed how much
of a saint she really was. During the evening portion of the rumble Julie had worn a beautiful pants
suit that everyone spoke of and adored. One person at the rumble really admired the suit but never in
her wildest dreams could ever hope to have a suit anywhere near as nice. Julie must have sensed the
person's admiration because when everyone returned the next day to continue the rumble Julie had the
pants suit cleaned and gave it to that person as a gift. Needless to say the tears flowed in appreciation
and no one will ever forget the gesture by Julie. At Julie's memorial service at the church
in Clear Lake, the 56ers who were there got the great opportunity to meet two of the three beautiful
daughters Julie and Al have. I finally got my nerve up to tell them they actually were partly my daughters
and before they all fainted I had a chance to explain my position with them. I told them Julie actually
left me at the alter in 7th grade and I waited right in front of the alter for over 50 years but Julie
forgot where she had left me so their real Dad was the one who was blessed with the family. I am so
tickled the girls did not have to reach very far to see through this old man with love. I did
get to hold Julie's hand one more time on her final journey to sainthood. Al and the girls invited Pat
and I to take Julie's ashes out and spread them on the lake as Julie had requested. Several times over
the last years of Julie's life she would ask about lake property for sale in Clear Lake as she wanted
to come home and just talking about it seems to soothe her aches and pains. As I held Julie's hand for
the last time in the middle of Clear Lake I had a terrible time with the salt truck sitting in my drive
just as it is this morning cuz I can't seem to stop the tears. Julie, many many tears have
been shed by 56ers whose lives were touched by you. I can't think of a much nicer tribute and many thanks
for bringing so much love to our class. My prayer today is that one day you and I will meet behind
the bushes one more time and I would be thrilled to close my eyes and plant one more kiss even on your
shoulder. Thanks dear Julie and we will all love you forever.
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