David Fisher:
I was in the AHS band I in 1953. The only reason I remember is I still have the medal we were given. I played the bass horn and that year we made all regional band and got to go to Huntington and participate in a parade. I had my appendix out that year and couldn't play foot ball so I joined the band to get in the games free. My band instructor was Mr. Seibert. He was kind of a strange duck. One day in practice while conducting the band he brought his hand down so hard on the music stand that he cut his hand pretty bad and had to leave for the doctor for stitches. I can remember being in a Thanksgiving or Christmas parade in Alderson and my bass horn mouth piece froze solid and I could even blow through it so I had to pretend I was playing.

Barry Worrell:
Early on, I use to go to David Fisher's house to listen to him practice his bass horn, and to Robert Warren's house and listen to him practice his trombone. When Mr. Siebert was the band instructor, I tired several instruments one after the other; clarinet, French horn, and coronet. Nothing was working, and I'm sure it was me and not the instruments. Basically it was the reading of music, which I didn't do very well. I finally decided to give up my desire to be in the band. It was a shame for I really wanted to be in the band.

After Mr. Siebert left, Mrs. Keadle took over as director. In 1955, while the band was practicing for the Mayday festival, she sent another student upstairs to get me out of class. As I walked into the band room, she handed me a pair of drum sticks and said, "Here". "You're going to play drums". Of course I had never played drums in my life.  From that day on I played drums in the High School Band until I graduated. 

One day when the band was practicing outside on Chestnut Ave and going over marching and our positioning for the football game. We stopped to take a brake. Some were just standing around and some seated themselves on the curb. For whatever my reason, I picked up as small pebble and threw it. A few moments later I see Richard Pinnell coming my way with a look on his face like he was going to take my head off. As he walked closer, he turned around and went back where he as sitting. This puzzled me and after practice I as him why he look so angry. He said I hit his clarinet with that pebble. I'm sure I apologized, but in case I didn't, Richard, I apologize. It was stupid for me to be throwing rocks.

I was selected for the All Regional Band Concert held at Carnegie Hall in Lewisburg. A frightening experience at first, but as we played through our limited repertoire, I began to loosen up a bit and by the time we ended the last song, I put a stinger note on the end and it wasn't supposed to be there. The fellow next to me turned and said, "Nice solo buddy".

Somewhere during that time was another band teacher at AHS that I remember, probably 1957. She was a redhead in her 20s and I took drum lessons from her at my house since I had purchased a drum set. After graduation I played with Burr Shaffer's ensemble out of Lewisburg for a couple of years. Thanks to Mrs. Keadle and the AHS Band, I got a paying job.