We’ve had several questions about tickets for the Centennial Dinner on Saturday evening. Those in charge of the event have planned on accommodating 450 people. To date about 288 out of 300 tickets have been sold online at Eventbrite. 150 tickets have been allocated for sale during the registrations events beginning Friday afternoon and continuing … Continue reading
Word on the street is that a feature article about McClain High School and the upcoming Centennial Re-dedication will appear in Wednesday’s Chillicothe Gazette. Also, in the September issue of Country Living Magazine there is an article about McClain.
Greenfield Superintendent Joe Wills announced today that plans are in motion to remove the 1914 corner-stone of McClain High School and extract a time capsule that was placed there 101 years ago. Plans are to open the capsule prior to Saturday’s Centennial Dinner and examines the contents. For those of you who won’t be able to attend … Continue reading
The following article was written by Jayne Honnold and first appeared in the newsletter of the Greenfield Historical Society. “Delving into the 1914 letters between Edward Lee McClain and his architect William B. Ittner, one discovers enough drama to fill a PBS miniseries. From discussions of circumventing Ohio’s newly established fire codes to being asked … Continue reading
A special Meet & Greet will take place on Friday, September 4 from 5:30 to 7:30 m in the McClain Cafetorium in the Vocational Building. The gathering will pay honor to all of McClain’s coaches, team managers, homecoming queens, band directors, cheerleaders, boosters, and anyone else who has played a part in Tiger history. This casual … Continue reading
The following was submitted by Ron Coffey Like Edward Lee McClain and many other home-grown talents, Frank Raymond Harris was a Greenfield native who made a tremendous impact on the community. F.R. Harris was born April 10, 1880, the son of David M. and Sarah Schrock Harris and educated in the local schools, graduating from … Continue reading