"Bomber Memories"
November 7, 8, 9 & 12, 1998
November 7, 1998
Lee Johnson (54)
My family moved to Richland in late 1947 from Seattle. The intention was to stay for six months to a year, make a bundle of money, then go back. But like so many other families of that era we never did. We settled on the flats between the City of Richland and the Richland "Y". Some may recall a Tavern/Restaurant named the Dutch Mill, we moved in about a half a block down the street from that. The spring of 1948 was a time to remember by all who lived here. The Columbia River flooded and rose thirty plus feet above flood stage to make Richland a virtual island. We had to move because of the rising water and was very nearly trapped.
A few recollections from 1948. The swimming pool in Howard Amon park; where we had to swim in shifts. Each shift was given fifty minutes, then they had to get out to make way for the next bunch. I guess they eventually filled it in with dirt, I do not remember for sure what happened to it. I do not know why I remember this... it was late September, me and some of my friends were walking by John Dam Plaza. And the Ford Dealer had placed a brand new 1949 model ford right in the middle of the field. It was all wrapped up with canvas and rope so it could not be seen. A big sign announced there would be an unveiling that coming Saturday at noon. You have to keep in mind there was practically no entertainment in the Tri-Cities in those days, so just about any spectacle would draw a crowd. When Saturday rolled around I went with my father and when we arrived the whole plaza was full of people waiting to see the new 1949 Ford. We could not even get close to the car and had to stand across the street near the Desert Inn Hotel and watch the proceedings from there.
Lee
Marianne Matthews Wood
(63)
I was reminded of my story of Rev. Seaman from Central United Church. My grade from working in the office at Chief Joseph about the 8th grade, got lowered from an "A" to a "C" that quarter because I overheard a phone conversation in the office the day Rev. Seaman died and because I knew a bunch of kids that went there, I couldn't keep my mouth shut (a cardinal sin when working in the office) and promptly told a classful and got caught!
The Pasco Armory - yes, remember it well. That's where Ken (Wood, class of '61) and I met. Our song is "Pipeline", not very romantic but very special. Can't remember the band but remember dancing with Ken all evening, lost 5 pounds, it was hot in there! By the way, Ken, you really did kiss me first and it was on the top of Flat top in a copper '57 Chev. We married a year later - 33 great years, so far!
Ken's hooky-bobbin story is from jr. high days - hooked on to a school bus not far from his house (Harris), wild ride w/all bus riders watching, didn't notice a sewer cover with MELTED snow, hit that bare cover and.... well, talk about stupid.
Marianne Matthews Wood
Scott Houston (63)
Chief Jo alum from my era may recall the day I created quite a stir in the auditorium. I played trombone for a Dixieland jazz band. One day we were to play two or three numbers for the student body. Our band was to play on the front portion of the stage and the orchestra was set up behind the curtain. Our teacher asked to clear everything off the stage when we were done so that the audience would have an unobstructed view of the orchestra when the curtain opened. Well, when we finished, everyone scrambled off the stage except me -- leaving me, my trombone and a large upright piano that wasn't supposed to be in the middle of the stage. So, while holding on to my trombone, I began to push the piano over to the side of the stage. As some of you may recall, one wheel of the piano dropped off the front of the stage resulting in it tipping over and eventually dropping to the auditorium floor breaking into a million pieces. As you might imagine, the student body reacted immediately thinking this was the funniest thing they had seen all year. It is funny for me now but then I seriously considered transferring to Pasco.
Another memory involves my good friend Joe Castleberry [63]. He was driving a Renault at the time. The front windshield had been missing for several months due to an unfortunate meeting with one of those yellow "road closed" barricades. One day, we pulled into A and W for refreshments. Do any of you remember those orange numbered cards that they used to put on your front windshield? Our server actually fell in the car trying to place that card on the non existent windshield.
Several of you mentioned the riding academy out in West Richland. I was a very inexperienced rider and I couldn't get my horse to leave the barn area. After several attempts and no success, the owner/worker grew increasingly impatient with me and the horse. Finally, in desperation, he retrieved an aerosol can of something and went to the back of the horse. To my surprise, he lifted the tail and sprayed. Needless to say, the horse was immediately focused on getting away from the barn as fast as he could. My job was to hold on.
My final story involves eight or nine of us riding around in Mike Quane's [63] dad's station wagon. We were just driving around one evening and while going across the West Richland bridge, someone noticed a fully clothed mannequin hanging from the top of the bridge. We got it down decided that it would be great fun be to lay all the seats flat in the back of the station wagon and to lay the tail gait down. Then, we would wait until another car was following us reasonably close. Then several of us would begin wrestling around in the back and eventually let this mannequin fall out. If I were on the receiving end of this prank now, I'm sure I would have a heart attack!
Scott Houston
Teresa DeVine Knirck
(64)
The twin sisters in our Class of 64 were Thairyl and Shairyl Austin - their mom looked just like them, too.
Not many people have written about Hi-Spot. Was anyone else there the night Harold Surplus [64] killed a bird (that had flown inside) with his bare hands??? Or did I dream that??
Teresa DeVine Knirck
Cheryl Moran Fleming
(66)
Talk about a sledding accidents waiting to happen....The fathers in our neighborhood would, on occasion, hook up a sled "train" behind one of the cars and drag us around the nearby streets. I don't remember exhaust in my face (and it sure was fun!), but I don't think it would have won any "safety prizes".
Speaking of which, "safety prizes" were awarded and the families could go to a merchant carrying G.E. products and redeem their certificates. Usually these products were some kind of appliance. Anyone else remember when Ronald Reagan came and spoke at a Father - Daughter Banquet? He was the spokesman for General Electric. "Progress is our most important product".
Joe Largé (68)
To Tim Lippert [79]: When I was in High School, a friend of mine by the name of Terry Culverhouse [69], (still lives in Richland as far as I know), and I made 8 foot hydroplanes (also referred to as pumpkinseed boats). I'm not sure he ever got his going, but I ended up fiber glassing the thing and borrowing a friend's 12 horse outboard.
I took it racing up and down the Columbia from (then) Riverside Park, all the way to Sacajawea. The little thing would get up and plane really well with that motor. If you weren't careful though, you'd hit a wave, or somehow bury the tip. Then, whoosh, the boat would be submerged. I placed styrofoam all throughout, however, so the boat never sank. I would just bail out the water and take off again!
Later I placed a water deflector on the front which, more-or-less, kept the water from coming in. It was great fun. It ended up in my aunt's garage in Renton where I never saw it again.
Joe Largé
Marjo Vinther Burt (77)
I, too, have had a "personal" experience with the fence at the bottom of Carmichael hill - although it wasn't while sledding, but rather riding bikes in the middle of the summer. I was probably 10 or 11 and my friends (Joe (77) and Helen (76) Hedges) and I loved to race our bikes down that bumpy hill. The object of course was to peddle as fast as possible (to the point at which you finally had to take your feet off the peddles), careen through the fence opening and then maneuver a controlled stop somewhere out in right field. If you were the last one down, it was even more perilous because you had to maintain control while watching the hilarious spectacle of your friends' wild ride ahead of you. On this particular day I had my brand new stingray bicycle. It was so cool: metallic gold with a black banana seat and real wide handle bars that I wasn't used to yet. Well, as I sped towards the fence opening, I failed to add the additional clearance required to accommodate my wide handlebars, caught the edge of the fence and went airborne, tumbling like a rag doll. Amazingly there were no injuries to me or my precious new bike... if I did that today, I'd be laid up for weeks! We also used to race our bikes down Lee Blvd. (at Carmichael Hill) with cars only a few feet away on our left, and then make a wild turn onto Wellsian.... barefoot, no helmet... IDIOTS!!! Can you believe that I became a Safety Engineer when I "grew up"?
Marjo
Deborah Helin Dawkins
(88)
Thanks Julie Hannah Gilchrist (89) for requesting responses from the 80s/90s. Personally, my most memorable class was with Mr. Boatman, specifically the colorful sex ed explanations he provided with loud, clear annunciation's on the prickly words. Anyone remember that? Is he still covering those spicy topics at RHS?
Deborah Helin Dawkins
November 8, 1998
Marilyn Peddicord
Whitley (53)
I remember the old swimming pool in the original park near the river. It had the world's coldest water. Mother and Dad often took us there even though they couldn't swim - my father actually turned blue when he entered the water. Here's a little known fact - John Dam's daughter, Jerry, swam the Columbia between the Richland and Pasco side in the early 30's - she trained with John for a long time prior - it was before the river was raised by the latest dam - however, it was quite a feat.
Marilyn
Nancy Fellman Lysher
(62)
Remember the soap box derby races down Lee Blvd? Talk about entertainment! I gave Gary's wheels and axles (how did I "kart" them around all these years?) to Gary Jr. for grandson Jake (7). Wonder if they'll build a kart and if they'll still race on Lee hill? Any past racers out there with memories?
Nancy Fellman Lysher
Cyndy Brooks Cowman
(68)
Ok, I just had to see if I could remember all my Lewis and Clark teachers. From Kindergarten to 6th grade: Miss Kirby, Mrs. Ericson (and her ruler, but only because I talked to much) Mrs. Carey, Mrs. Poore, Mrs. Lamb, Mrs. Brinkman (Janet Luke and Charles Watson and the pencil incident, Charles looked just like Richard Chamberlain) and Mr. Neihold. His class was fun. I remember Steve Manor lip synching to Alvin and the Chipmunks. Sharon Lukas (sp) parents had the Good News Club. Her father worked at Carnation and I loved those vanilla ice cream/orange sherbet cups. I was a hall patrol girl and those red felt hats with the white pom poms on top :) Mr. Davis, our extraordinary PE teacher and his wife playing the piano in Music class. As for Carmichael it is a bit harder to remember every teacher because we had so many, but I remember them when I see their names here. I also remember the slumber parties, get togethers and wearing a pin with the first letter of your boyfriend (T-Todd):) )
Cyndy
Mina Jo Gerry Payson
(68)
Cheryl Moran Fleming's remark about safety prizes reminded me that the mailbox on the front of our house on Cottonwood, where I have lived for 20 years currently and where we moved in 1956 when we outgrew the three bedroom pre-fab, was a safety prize. She still has the chrome meat platter that was also a prize. It is so heavy that it is indestructible and still looks new. We got tv trays, a set of stainless steel mixing bowls and many other things as a result of the GE safety program. When my dad worked at the bus garage, he got a severe burn on his arm when a drop light exploded while he was working in the grease pit. Every day one of the men on his shift would pick him up for work so they wouldn't have any "time lost for injuries" charged against the shift. He sat in the office and answered the telephone for the supervisor for about a month.
Mina Jo
Dave McAdie (79)
I came to Richland in 1975 and have seen Richland (and the Tri-Cities) change in incredible ways. We lived at 209 GWW, in the second 'F' house, between Benham and Comstock. GWW was a skinny 4 lane road and the Golf Course was right across the street. I remember hunting gophers down there, and going out by the old Yacht Club and picking wild asparagus. The Rose Bowl was a treat - oh, baby, a hot summer day made for a pleasant aroma!!! They were great times, to be sure, and I'm still here (although now in Kennewick).
Dave McAdie
Cathy Moore Hammer (80)
To: Tim Lippert (79): I lived at the end of Agnes, on Cottonwood. You played off and on with my brother (Gauin) and his friends. I am the one TRUE person who remembers all the clothes pin Hydro's sent down the shelter belt (fully painted). I also remember the big pieces of wood (named after those famous boats) that you boys pulled behind your bikes. It was great having the shelter belt as our back yard, someone was always trying to find something to do back there. I can also remember the mosquito man and running through his cloud of smoke, you boys rode your bikes through. What were we thinking? Explains a lot, right? I do remember the ice cream man. He was A LOT cheaper then, 10 cents I think for a regular popsicle. I get my kids (I have 4! ) things from the popsicle man but now it is $1 for the cheapest thing, hard to believe!
Cathy Moore Hammer
November 9, 1998
Irene Smith Gostnell
Goodnight (59)
To Marjo Vinther Burt (77): Loved your story about your wild bike riding a couple days ago! I can really relate, because I was a wild bike rider some years before, (being a '59 graduating Bomber.) I can see that the 18 year's difference in our time hasn't made any difference in our Richland dare devil inclinations. You tale prompts me to tell my own, as it's one I've been thinking of writing for some time.
I must have been 7 or 8 yrs. old, as we were still living at 607 Comstock, next door to the Haags and also near the Wilsons, Winona and Billy. It was my duty to show off once in awhile I guess, because when they dug those huge trenches in the roads for laying gas pipes(? - or water pipes? I have no idea now) I remember getting us all to take our bikes up as close to the ditch as we could, as fast as possible.
We took turns blasting down the street from a block away, waiting til the last minute to slam on the brakes and slide right up the the edge, without going too far! One of my great approaches got a bit out of hand, either going too fast, or waiting too long to apply the brakes, and - you guessed it - I suddenly found myself at the bottom of the ditch with my faithful balloon tired bike on top of me. Woe! It was hard getting me and it out, what with all my muscles quivering from shock, a few gouges on knees and elbows, and having to keep my cool as though nothing had happened! I remember limping on home, trying to act natural when Mom asked me to peel the potatoes for dinner....
Irene Smith Gostnell Goodnight
Sherry Nugent Dupuy
(62)
Obviously we had the best teachers in the world... reading the posts, everyone is so articulate and descriptive... (or maybe it's residue from the mosquito spray). I have not seen Mrs. Easton mentioned... 7th grade English/Homeroom. We were miserable to her.. .remember watching the tick of the clock and everyone dropping pencils at once or crunching paper at once... Actually she was one of the best teachers I had.
But all of your posts are so well written... some nostalgic enough to bring a tear, others so descriptive that I suddenly remember things that have been buried by the number of years, and others so funny and comical I scream with laughter.
Sherry Nugent Dupuy
Peggy Sheeran Finch
(63)
To: Nancy Fellman (62): I've a vague recollection of watching soapbox derbys on Carmichael Hill as a kid. Anyone else?
Peg Sheeran Finch
Ron Sledge (65)
To Earl Bennett (63): Thanks for the update on the old neighborhood names. You mentioned a lot of names I knew well and had completely forgotten. Speaking of the house on the corner of Turner and Sanford, across from the end of Graf's, do you recall when Alfred was mowing the lawn and the blade flew through the housing of the ower, through the front door, a wall and stuck in the water heater? Made quite a mess and just one more flood for those people.
After moving from Sanford we moved to the Village for a year or so and I spent 5th grade at Jefferson. We were in and out so fast I don't have too many memories from that year. One thing comes to mind, Terry Kruegel (65) and Janet Glover (65) were the speediest runners in the school. They would run circles around the rest of us out on the playground.
We then moved into a ranch house at 2415 Pullen for the rest of my time in Richland. My Mom just sold that house a few years ago after my Dad passed away. I spent part of 6th grade flat on my back with Nephritis. Managed to get through anyway with the good help from Mr. Stolte, I believe.
Some of the best memories I have from Richland involve hunting. I would finish my paper route at about 5:00 am and load up my paper bags with decoys, grab my shotgun and walk out to the bypass. From there I would hitch hike down to the Y near the train bridge and trudge out to set up the decoys. Try doing that today. We had quite a few regulars who hunted in the same location. Lewis Hogan, the Caldwells, George Davis, Jim Walker and a lot more. The most unusual twosome down there was Ken Deerie (66) and Dan Gregory (66). These two were real duck hunters. They would set out over a hundred decoys. They would not even shoot at a goose even if it landed right in front of them. They wanted ducks only. Recall one picture they took of a 93-duck day up in the potholes. (Guess they forgot the limit that day). Hope there's a statute of limitations on this one.
One person asked about an underground storage room on the other side of the train bridge and what it was used for. If it's the one I'm thinking of, on the Richland side of the Yakima and west of the train bridge. I recall seeing 100 pound sacks of potatoes stored in there on one of my hunting trips.
Another good time I've been recalling lately is being a member of the Richland Swim Team. (forgot what our name was) Going to out of town meets. Staying home from family vacations just to participate. People such as Kathy (64) and Caroline (63) Roe, Bob and Bill Hyatt (63), Pete Van Wyck (64), Toby Wheeler (65), Chris Fleischer (66) as swimmers. Fred Schaefer (63), Toby Elliott (64), Jim Berglund (Kennewick) and myself as divers. (there was also a girl diver named Gretchen something). I'm sure I leaving out dozens of others on the team during this time. Grudge matches against the Seleah Dolphins. Great times for me.
Ron Sledge
Mary Catherine
Johnson-Pearsall (70)
I found this page quite by accident, looking for reunion information for a friend. I am thrilled to have found it, and read some of the memory pages that have been submitted. Brings back a lot of fond memories and times past.
My family came here in 1942, my father was the Chief Photographer for Dupont on the Manhattan Project. He was the only one authorized to photograph the Manhattan Project. He once told me that it was so Top Secret, that when he went out to take the pictures, he would have to get additional permission to even look at his own negatives. After the project ended, my mother and father and three brothers stayed on in Richland and made it their home. My Dad, Robley L. Johnson, opened his own Photographic Studio - which was first - in a little white house on G. W. Way. At one time he took most all the school pictures of all the grade schools and junior highs. A lot of you probably had your senior pictures taken by my father.
When I was born in 1951, we lived at 1512 Judson (don't know what type of house it is). When I was just two my father built one of the first homes out on Harrington Road. When we moved there, there were only about 13 original homes out there, and the road ended three houses down from ours. We lived next door to the Hansons (Lyle Hanson '69?), my best friend out there was Linda Baker (deceased in '76 I believe). We had horses, and that is where my love of them began. I didn't get to have horses of my own again, until about 5 years ago, and now have two.
We sold that house and moved into Richland in 1960, to 1604 Putnam (an L house) on the corner of Putnam and Perkins. My parents lived in that house until my father's death in April 1991.
It has been wonderful reading all the memories, as I often long for those days. But, time continues on, and quite rapidly.
I remember the drag races out at the Spud Shed in Pasco. There use to be one State Patrolman in particular, that would let us race for about an hour before he would run us off. One particular Saturday, he came through to break up the crowd, and when met with protests, he struck a deal with one of the guys with one of the cars that was racing. He said he would race one time and if he won we would all leave quietly, if he lost, we could then stay for an extra 1/2 hour or so before we had to leave. I believe the other car was called the Dark Horse, and usually beat every car it raced against. Until this time. The State Patrol car won! So, we all left.
I remember cruising Zips in Richland, then going to Zips in Kennewick then across the old bridge and cruising A&W. There use to always be a lot of kids at Volunteer Park in Pasco. I remember one night after graduation there was a riot in Pasco, and the two large evergreen trees in front of the courthouse were set on fire. I was with my boyfriend, and we were sitting in the parking lot of the super market (Lucky 7?) just watching. It was at that time that the police came down the street and put off tear gas to disperse the crowd. It blew down to us, and it was my first and only experience with tear gas, one I hope to never experience again. It was a bit scary to see such a large, angry crowd of people and to be caught in the middle of it.
Remember the free Saturday cartoons and matinees at the Uptown theater. The sidewalks use to be covered with bikes. Use to go to the Thrifty drug next door and buy candy and take into the theater, which would be totally packed with kids.
I remember swimming at the "Big Pool" all summer long when in grade school. Usually had a season ticket. They didn't have swim times then, you could go in and stay the entire day until it closed.
I remember wading in Wellsian Pond for pollywogs, and bringing them home, only to find out that within a week or so, we had hundreds of little frogs jumping all over the backyard. My Mother wasn't real pleased with that. I was always brining home a stray of some sort.
I remember when they use to decorate the park across from the Federal Bldg., for Christmas each year. They use to have different wooden figures and scenes set up in the park. I can remember my Mom and Dad taking me there to see it.
Mary Catherine Johnson-Pearsall
[Mary Catherine -- That "L" house at 1604 Putnam was owned by Dick and Kay McGrath. I have a picture of it BEFORE 1960 when your parents bought it. It's the only "L" house I know of that had a COVERED front porch! How long did Dick's beautiful rose bushes remain? Are they still there? Their daughter, Kathie (would have been '64, but they moved), was my best friend and we were in 8th grade when they moved - VERY traumatic for both of us. Kay was the leader of our Brownie troop and also one my Mother's dearest friends. There was more than one Brownie meeting held in that "L" house... I remember making a 'waste basket' out of a 3 pound coffee can. Painted it light green and put pretty decals on it. I wonder what ever happened to that thing? Anybody else out there who was in that Brownie troop?? -Maren]
Donna St John Rodewald
(79)
Someone recently mentioned the cards they put on your window at A&W. I always wanted one (WHY?!) and was so thrilled once when the car hop forgot to take it off the window! My Dad let me keep it and I cherished it for years... Still no idea why!
Donna St. John
James Sickler (80)
I attended Spalding, Sacajawea, and Carmichael Junior High until the 9th grade. Then my parents moved me to California. I was involved in many activities while in Richland like never missing a Bomber Football or Basketball game.
James Sickler
Julie Hannah Gilchrist
(89)
As far as classes/teachers go, I'd say Mr. Deatherage was also a big favorite of mine. The level of instruction in English at RHS was stellar compared to many of my peers when I arrived at college. Many didn't even know how to write a real essay. Mr. D is one of a kind. I also REALLY loved class with Mr. True. I wasn't a total math whiz, but he was a great guy. He made the tough stuff easier to grasp than most math teachers do. And who could forget Mrs. Zuhlke! Was she a kick or what? Tons of fun and a great volleyball coach, too.
Julie Hannah Gilchrist
Melissa Joyce Glodo
(91)
To answer the ? favorite teacher and class it would have to be art and Mr. Potter.
Melissa
November 12, 1998
Irene Smith Gostnell
Goodnight (59)
I was a long term member of CUP, from Jr. Hi days all the way through graduation. Rev. Dave (Seaman) and Rev. Bob (Uphoff) were great ministers who really ould relate to us kids, especially Rev. Dave. It was such a shock when he died, so suddenly. I sang in the choir, that's where I met my future husband, Dave Gostnell (58), and also his friend, Bob Sandall [58]. Bob had had polio and was in a wheelchair, but that didn't seem to impair his humor one bit! Dave was his personal "chair pusher" and between the two of them, I never could stop laughing! Church camps were wonderful, I still remember the songs we sang around the campfire. Nowdays I play my fiddle at campfires, but I never thought of doing it then; that belonged in the orchestra! Someone mentioned the Rhythmic Choir in their white dresses. Their bare feet distracted me too, they did look cold! But the dances were beautiful, and the girls were so involved! To Erin Owens Hyer (66) - I'm an old Camp Fire Girl too. My mom had been one in Denver where she grew up (my parents came to Richland from Denver) and my sister Francine (63) and I both followed the tradition. (Later I led a group for my oldest daughter, Nicole, in Eugene, Oregon, but she wasn't as interested in it as I was and dropped out after about one year.) I know I learned so much about how to do things, like change faucet washers, cook a complete meal for your family and show how mucheverything cost, build a campfire from scratch, and so much more....... Now every time I build a fire in my woodstove, (that season has just arrived again!) I think of the old Camp Fire days and a few old songs: "We come, we come to our council fire/with measured tread, and slow/to light the fire of our desire/to light the fire of Wo-He-Lo, Wohelo, Wohelo..."A bunch of great rituals, that was......
Kathy Rathvon (63)
Mrs. Cottrell. She was the best! She taught English at Chief Jo. She taught English grammar, actually. We spent weeks diagramming sentences. I loved it and you really learn grammar by diagramming. That was one of my favorite classes.
To Mary Catherine Johnson-Pearsall (70): I have a picture of me taken by your dad in 1952. It was taken at the Elite shop. I used to model for their store when I was real little (I was 6 or 7 when this picture was taken). When I had it re-framed I kept the original mat that has you dad's signature on it.
Kathy Rathvon
Peggy Sheeran Finch (63)
To Maren Smyth: I should have remembered there's no "e" at the end of your name, because I remember having memorized "S-M-Y-T-H" NOT "S-M-I-T-H", as a kid. And your dad and my dad dug out our basement together, and dad painted a message on one of the completed storage cupboard doors telling the world that they'd done the job, and signed both names, so I saw "SMYTH" almost daily for my growing up years.
Also wanted to say I remember the McGrath's vaguely, and do remember being in a brownie troop for a short while, and kind of remember that house for one of the gatherings. Was Mrs. Sittig also a helper (Kay's Mom?) Boy, that's going back. Also remember down the block from you - to the south, an "A" house on the corner across the street from your block (southwest corner) had an older lady in it, and I remember either your Mom, or my Mom, taking me (or us) over there to see her monkey sock dolls. I think she donated them to the Children's Orthopedic Guild or something like that. One of the highlights of my childhood memories is that Orthopedic Guild fundraiser they had annually in the high school gym. Must have been around Christmas, because I always connect the scent of pine with that event.
Peggye Sheerane Finche
[Peg--TOO MANY e's -- DUMP THEM!! (SMILE) Now you're making ME go back and dig for the "A" house. I remember the Parkers living right next door to us at 1604 Roberdeau. But that's an "L" house. The man's mother lived with them and she made dolls. I have a picture of myself (and several others) at some doll show in Riverside Park when I was about 10. The "A" house on the SW corner there - maybe Mrs. Osterman made dolls. She just MIGHT have. Both Larry (51) and Thoris (49) Osterman get the Sandstorm. Maybe one of them will write in and tell us that their Mom made the monkey sock dolls. -Maren]
Kathie Roe Truax (64)
To Ron Sledge [65]: Thanks for the memories about the Swim Team. I remember those cool black tank suits, swimming laps in practice till I wanted to throw up, jumping off the high dive (fully clothed) after evening practice, the butterflies that come with hearing "Are judges and timers ready?", learning to play acey-duecy at meets, playing kissy-face with Bobby Hyatt [63], stopping at Miner's, etc. Other Team members who come to mind are Rod Peterson (63), Gretchen and Greg Griffin (65), Donna Anderson (63), Bob (63) and Mike [61] Mathis, Susan (65), Tim [67] & Pat [69] Funk. My Mom was a great Swim Team team supporter. Do you remember the two-tone green '56 Ford station wagon she used to drive to meets? Those sure were fun times.
Kathie (Roe) Truax
Teena Stoner Giulio (79)
Yep, changed my name. Took too much flack for the old one... This one is almost as bad. Now I have to spell it for everyone, then pronounce it. (btw, you say it "Julie-O")
Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68): I'm sorry if I gave you any heartburn in band. I guess we just had too much fun.
Teena
Tim Lippert (79)
To: Irene de la Bretonne Hays (61) - I think I'm a better student now than then. I do remember your class, Free to Be, was fun and also the only one that I had to go get an admit slip from Mr. Simpson for. Those after lunch classes were tough to get to on time.
Tim
