I am so sorry for being late due to illness in sending a memoriam on behalf of the PHS Class of 1965 to our dear, sweet, classmate. I hope her family forgives me, but even having belatedly sent this sad goodbye, it gave me the time to go through the dictionary to try and find…
I’ve never felt right calling her Camille. Our running goofiness was me seeing her and shouting, “Heeeeeyyyyyy Camille! ” and she would shout back, “Heyyy Rob” in her trademark southern drawl. Ms. Reynolds taught science when I was in ninth grade; she was passionate and she cared about us. She enjoyed watching me grow in…
I had the pleasure of meeting Camille when I was in high school. She was my science teacher. I always got in trouble by her as I liked to talk a lot. Then, I had the pleasure of working side by side with her as a teacher, she was Amazing. Camille loved to help others…
I had the pleasure of working with Camille at ZHS for a number of years. She was a great lady with a spunk like no other. We had some awesome conversations. Somewhere along the journey I found out she was Larkin’s mom and was excited because Larkin and I were friends in high school. It…
I had the pleasure of working with Camille during her last few years at ZHS. She was so knowledgeable and always willing to help me out. Condolences to her family.
Camille and I were colleagues at ZHS. Occasionally I’d get a call regarding a vexing tech problem. Clearly, the caller had the wrong Mrs. Reynolds. What I did appreciate is when Camille helped us with our computer problems she was always patient and understanding, even when the solution was something simple, such as securing a…
Camille was a beautiful person always happy, smiling and fun. This is how I will always remember her. It is with great sadness to know she is gone but will be remembered by so many as a wonderful friend and classmate.
Camille was my oldest and one of my dearest friends. The Clarke’s moved in across the street from the Hawes family in 1959. Little did we know at the time that Camille and I would grow (kind of) old together. My sisters and I always looked up at Camille as the way we should act,…
As a friend of Larkin’s growing up, Camille was a regular part of my life. If Larkin wasn’t at my house, I was at hers. Her voice answered the house phone when it was time for our daily chat. She was around for our sporting events and study sessions. She brought home fun gadgets. She…