Hattye Jones
Mr. Crenshaw taught me a love of history. Our first test in his 11th grade class (1973) he passed out the exam and walked out, closing the door. After several minutes the cheating began. Boldly students began getting out of their seats, verbally requesting answers. Suddenly there was a tapping on the window and there stood Mr. Crenshaw smiling and waving... He returned and separated the class; the smarties and the cheaters. Still brings a smile.
Hattye McGlothin Jones



