at our 40 Year Reunion in 2011
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Remembering Roy ...

Roy Campbell will be profoundly missed by literally hundreds of people whom he touched with his wit, sharp intellect, and loving concern for all. I reconnected with Roy when his wife, Debbie, had the Battle of Flowers job of supplying the Red Cross stations with water and other essentials for the day of the parade. Debbie, Betty Wray Venson, and I, packed the army hummers with water, ice, and for some reason loads of toilet paper. We all jumped in the hummer and waited for the army guy to drive us around to all the Red Cross stations. Well, we waited and we waited but no army guy so Roy took matters into his own hands and commandeered the hummer which belonged to the United States Army, but no to worry, Roy said that on this day it was out on loan to The Battle of Flowers Assoc. and since he was a bank loan officer we went right along with him. Roy drove that thing like he'd been in the Army for 20 years. But what Betty Venson and I did not know was that we were to also stock all the Port O' Potties along the parade route with toilet paper as well as stock the Red Cross Stations. Roy really got a kick out of seeing us "ladies" run in and out of PortO'Potties welding bags of TP and holding our noses. On one foray into a Port O' Pottie, one of us (I shall not name names but her initials are BWV) did not knock loud enough and startled a very large, very tatoo-ed, very pants down, man doing "his business". Roy almost fell out of "his" hummer laughing, by the end of the day we were all gulping for air laughing! Once we were done with "our job", Roy took us "girls" shopping up and down the parade route. I don't think I've ever had so much fun at the parade in all my life! This is just one tiny story out of the hundreds of funny sweet stories you will be reading about Roy. He will be HUGLY missed but I will always remember him laughing until he cried that day at the parade. Love to all ~ Carolyn Creamer Mayo

~ Despite our frequent youthful shenanigans together and my nefarious influence on Roy during our adolescence, we graduated from high school the same day.  Roy, standing tall at the head of the class, a shining beacon of reason and focus, while I was firmly rooted in the mediocrity of a C+ student looking for the next cheap thrill.  The other day, as I drove by City Hall of Terrell Hills, I fondly recalled the day when Roy and I were picked up by the Terrell Hills police and brought to the station for soliciting donations door to door for the American Cancer Society.  While our hearts were in the right place, our procrastination caused us to begin door knocking a couple of weeks after the official program date had terminated.  A quick phone call to Col. Walter DeBill, sponsor of the Key Club, cleared things up and we were sent on our way.  In retrospective, Terrell Hills is a prime place for those types of scams, but to Roy and me, it was just Zambrano Road. 
~ To this day, I have a scar on my left cheek caused by Roy’s head butt to mine in a Friday night car crash at the corner of Vanderhoeven and Oakview.  Seat Belts?  No such thing - as he wound up sitting in my lap and spotted by my blood.  Roy was driving his dad’s 1962 Ford Station wagon – pure iron – no fiberglass or aluminum. AM analog radio, no FM or Sirius.  Must have weighed a ton.  He ran a stop sign in our rush to break another law a couple of blocks down the road.  Cuatro West, in his shiny new 442 was hauling down Oakview and T-Boned us.  Good thing both cars were 60’s vintage heft, since I was the only injury, cured by stitches at the E room and youthful recuperative resilience.  There is still a broken concrete curb at the corner where we flew up into the yard and came to rest in a cloud of dust and smoke. 
~ It’s as if the dust and smoke of that night surround me again as I realize that I am the one who temporarily walks away from a crash with destiny.  Thanks Roy, for being my friend. 
For as long as grass grow, wind blow and sky is blue. ~ Mannti Cummins

On Roy's recommendation, we honored Mr. Foerster and made a class donation to the Paul A. Foerster Mathematics Fund

A Note from Roy, just before our 30th Reunion in 2001, reflecting on Edmund Eickenroht and Mac McSwain:
I wish I had a copy of our commencement address. I actually ripped it in half pulling it out from behind my gown on graduation night, because I was so nervous! Some bittersweet memories really --- I know we thought we were so radical and controversial and that speech was a forum for those really important issues, like hair length and dress codes! What a lawless bunch of rebels we were! I miss those days --- and I miss my friends --- my valedictorian was Edmund Eickenroht and my speech writer and soul mate was Mac McSwain --- They've been gone awhile now, but maybe they'll come join us, too (at the reunion) --- at least in spririt. ~ Roy Campbell, fall 2001

with Bubba Groos at our 10 Year Class Reunion in 1981

Roy's AHHS Accomplishments (from Olmos '71)
Class President 4; National Honor Society 4; Spanisih National Honor Society 2,3,4; Mu Alpha Theta 3,4; Key Cllub 2,3,4;
Class Vice President 3; Basketball 1,2,3,4; A Club 4; Muleskinners 3; Student Council 2,3,4; Honor Member 4; Leadership Class 4; Fellowship of Christian Athletes 4

Senior Class Officers, Roy Campbell, President

Presiding over Pep Rally

National Honor Society

Sr Class Officers

Senior Mule Stall Council, Vice President

Mule Stall

1971 Basketball

1970 Basketball

Campbell Lumber Co. Ad from our 1971 Olmos