"Bomber Memories"
November 21, 22, 23 & 24, 1998
November 21, 1998
Grover Shegrud (56)
The basket ball list reminded me of a related story. About 1953-54 a family moved in next door to us (1320 Stevens Dr.) when we saw the boy; Lonnie Whitner! [55] Everybody said "WOW!! A super basket ball player for for Col Hi". He was 6'1" as tall or taller than than the rest of the team. One small problem he had just come from Cuba and had no basketball experience the coach and team didn't let that small problem get in the way. Anyway that's the way I remember it. Later a story about Lonnie's purple car.
One time Leroy Ritter [56], Jon Veigel [56], myself and others took a hose (irrigation type); turned it on and stuck it into the grass making a large bubble. We would run and jump on it for quite a while (I think we had invented the water bed but didn't know it).
Grover Shegrud
Bill Johnson (61)
To Barbara Chandler (57): Barbara: You win. That's exactly the answer I was looking for. Her actions were so outrageous. I can almost close my eyes and see her hand coming out of her sleeve and snagging her bra strap. Most of the time when she did this, she exposed more of her bra in the front of her dress and to say the least, we all snickered about it. I agree though she was not only an extremely smart woman but she genuinely a sweet person and I for one liked her very much. I even remember what "c6h12o6 " is.----Sugar.
To Tom Matthews [57]: Not too many pictures, Tom, but yes I do have access to all of his negatives and as we speak am working on building a dark room so that I can do something with some of them in the future. Upon his passing I acquired most of his darkroom equipment and with the things he taught me and my experience at battelle photo labs, I hope to be able to go through them sometime in the future.
Bill Johnson
Jim House (63)
Ray Stein's (64) reference of "Swift" from the hospital to the cemetery brought back on of my favorite treks in high school. I frequently followed Tinkle from my house to Sue's. OK Bombers, who was Tinkle? Was Rodney Allen Tinkle a Hanford scientist or an Army officer?
Jim House
Marianne Matthews Wood
(63)
Anyone remember Mr. Morris' government class about 1962 or 63 when he came in late every day so we decided to rebel and when he didn't show up for class, we left, most of us, I think, and went down to those practice tennis backwalls and stood around until, until, until, darn, can't remember how we got back up to class. I just know, we complained to the principal that he was always late and none of us got into trouble for that but when we did get back into the classroom, Morris was pretty mad, I moved my desk ever so slightly, (I swear that's all) and he kicked me out of class. I spent the next week's lunchtime in the principal's office. I did skip school one day in my senior year but none of my friends would come with me. I got away with it but it was boring by myself!
Marianne
Mick Hemphill (66)
Subject: Reflections
Do you former Lewis and Clark students remember the fish tank in the library wall? I don't know if our dad installed it, but he maintained it and kept it stocked with fish until around 1968? Dad would take Tom (62) and me with him on occasion to do the maintenance and I remember how neat it was to be in the school after hours.
The pas-port plunge? I remember swimming there one time before it was demolished; I couldn't climb the rope to the dive platform to show off for the girls... embarrassing.
Safety prizes given to our parents from G.E.; I still have a pair of binoculars that Dad received in the 60's.
Ron Sledge (65) talked about hunting trips; I agree that Gregory (Dan-66) and Deery (Ken-66) were the most successful of anyone I knew. Also Ron spoke of a Vespa ride to Mesa; Ron Griswold (66) and I took a trip to Yakima on my Honda 160 late one summer night in a fog (not weather related)..... no helmets, cut-offs and T-shirts, LOTS of bugs, and cold. I still don't know what our reason was, but we laugh about it every time we see each other.
Someone from the class of '59 was asking about Jack Rucker; he lives in Richland on [number deleted] Goethals. I used to pester the poop out of him as a kid; he had a 500 Triumph Motorcycle and would take me for rides often. Their house was my second home.
Go Bombers..............
Mick
Rich White (83)
Several people have mentioned Mr. Cole as their typing teacher, so I just have to share my one vivid memory of him. His favorite way to stand while he taught was to plant one foot firmly on the top of one of the desks. This used to amuse me because it looked rather uncomfortable given the height of the desks. One morning, however, Mr. Cole had the universal experience that every guy has at least once in his life ..."your fly's open!". Well, you can just imagine when he struck his favorite pose in front of the class, that the barn door swung WIIIIDE open and we all got a nice look at his nice white underwear. Of course, being kids, none of us dared say anything, but I'm sure Mr. Cole wondered why his whole class seemed to be smiling so early in the morning (zero hour) when we were usually half asleep. I swear he must have stood there for 10 minutes lecturing about who knows what with that huge gaping hole in his pants!
I never did care much for typing class (maybe it was getting up so early). However, as a software engineer, typing is the one skill I use every day of my working life!
Rich White
November 22, 1998
Mr. Hubbard, Col Hi
Chemistry Teacher (61-75)
Subject: Where I Was When JFK Was Killed
I have been lurking around reading and enjoying the Col-Hi memories. I saw the letter from Lori Simpson Hogan [70] where she says that she was lining up after lunch at Lewis and Clark when JFK's assassination was announced. She said that she got to go home for the rest of the day. I think we kept going at Col-Hi, but maybe we had the next day off. Am not sure. Anyway, I was teaching my Chemistry Class. The 4th period was just starting and Gary Downing came to class and announced that JFK had been shot. I don't remember the rest of the details, but, knowing me, we probably just went on with the class! I was pretty serious about staying on schedule - probably too serious, but I really enjoyed teaching at Col-Hi. I always said that I already had the best job in the best high school in the state, so there was no room for advancement. I was lucky because I always had the best kids in school, at least I thought they were.
I eventually was lured away to the "area" where I managed the Environmental Laboratory in the 200 Area. Later, I had the nuclear materials accounting group (My top-secret nuclear materials inventory can now be found on the web). I ended up with Boeing Computer Services 15 years later as "New Products Manager."
Vic Hubbard, Teacher, Col-Hi 1961-1975
Kay Mitchell Coates
(52)
Dick Wight's [52] CAP escapades bring back many memories for me of the old airfield along the Yakima River. My dad, Art Mitchell, was the commander of the squadron for several years. During that time I "enlisted" in the cadet program and was an eager candidate for flying lessons, which my mother quickly kaboshed. She never did know how much flying I did without her permission!! I took Walt LePage's aeronautics class and was prepared to take the actual flying lessons the day I turned 18!! That didn't happen, but I still love flying and airplanes.
Joseph Largé [68] - I do not recall your siblings in CAP, but I do know your brother Bill. He and I were in grade school together. We put on a play in about the 7th or 8th grade at old Sacy. He was the bull fighter and I was the senorita!! I have a great picture of us "on stage"! I remember you also, but you were just a little guy and I was married and had two children. We lived at 1108 Cedar when my son, Jay, lost his bull snake. The whole neighborhood was in panic mode, as this was a very large snake. You were the one that found it and returned it to Jay, who promptly had his dad drive him out to the desert and deposit the snake (affectionately known as Old Bull) back where he came from.
As to Miss Meacum - the thing I remember about her most has to do with her unruly bra straps. They were forever around her elbows and she spent much of the class time putting them back in their proper place. The other thing I will NEVER forget are her nylon stockings that always had BIG - VERY BIG runners in them!!!
Kay Mitchell Coates
Sherri Fisher (74)
So how about those school carnivals at Lewis and Clark. I remember all the class rooms and the gym had booths. The absolute best was the cake walk! They played music while everyone walked around a group of chairs. When the music stopped you had to sit down in a chair. Only there weren't enough and who ever didn't get a chair was out. After numerous trips it got down to one chair and 2 people. What a riot. The winner got a homemade cake!! That was my favorite. I remember throwing darts at balloons for a prize but nothing about the other booths. Any help here? Was this a halloween thing?
Sherri
November 23, 1998
Ken Heminger (56)
Many have talked about CAP. I would like to add my 2 cents worth. I'm trying to remember when I did join, 51? 52? . Maybe after I relate what I remember someone will be able to narrow it down. Ok, how many of you CAP guys out there remember the old Sterman (sp?) Bi-plane that sat out front of the meeting bldg. as you came down the road. I remember we would go out there and sit in it and let our imaginations run wild. The crank was still there to get it started and we would crank it getting that old fly wheel a humming. I can't remember if it would actually turn over or not. Great fun though. How about the link trainer that hardly ever worked. I had the privilege one time to sit at the controls when it was working. I was so intent on watching the heading that I forgot about the altitude and crashed. That was the signal for the next guy in line to get in. We also had a drill team. I remember going out to the field for marching practice . We even did a lot of monkey drill. I remember we would go to competition with other CAP outfits but as I remember we never got very far. I remember one Frontier Day we marched in the parade. After that we came back to the field and those that had planes took us up for a ride. I rode with a guy that had a Stinson Voyager. He flew over my house in what is now West Richland but as luck would have it no one was outside to see me. Later I heard the guy with the Stinson wondered over the restricted Hanford area. He was met by a Piper Cub. The guy in the Piper Cub dropped the door and it had a "Follow Me" painted on the inside of the door. The guy in the Stinson figured that he could out run the Piper Cub and gunned it. The Piper promptly pulled up along side again only this time he had a machine gun pointed at him with one hand and with the other he was pointing to the "Follow me" sign. He decided to follow. I don't remember what became of it. Was it true?, damifiknow, made a good story at the time...
Ken Heminger
Gary Behymer (64)
It's sad to say but the Sacajawea statue was given away. It can be seen at Sacajawea State Park. When the new Sacy was built, a few years ago, the new school asked for it back, only to be told NO.
This information was asked by Jamie Worley (64) over a year ago and was answered by Allen Quinton Moulthrop (64) who is a teacher/adivisor at Chief Jo. (He once taught at the new Sacy.)
Gary Behymer (64)
Kipp Quinlan Schmidt
(64)
To: Bill Johnson (61): Bill - Miss (or Dr.) Mecum was famous for a 'slipped slip' and trying to pull it up when she finally noticed or someone brought it to her attention. At least not as bad as the lady science teacher at Chief Jo who would get behind the lab desk in the afternoon and 'wiggle' out of her girdle.
Unrelated - Remember the "Mad Turk Intersection?
Kipp Quinlan Schmidt
Chuck Monasmith (65)
RE: VHubbard, Kennedy Day
Nice to hear you are still around. I have this hang up about calling you, Vic. You are still Mr. Hubbard! Old habits etc.
I was in your 4th period Chemistry class on that fateful day. I remember Mr. Frankhausers class in the next room. He was so upset he went home. His 4th period class joined us for the rest of that period Your class carried on. A lesson all its own.
I did learn a lot in your class. Despite the grade you gave me, which I knew I deserved by the way. What I learned was about experimenting proving hypothesis. A good concept. Now that I am an electrical engineer I realize the value of empirical data. A good lesson. Although, I do have to say this; I would know a lot more about chemistry today if you had been teaching chemistry instead of that @#$% Chems program.
One concluding thought; Richland had more than their share of Phd's. These Phd's influenced the school board and I feel had an impact on the teacher selection. When I talk to graduates of other high schools I realize the high caliber of teachers we had in Richland.
Well OK, some of them. While we did have Hubbard, Meachum, Abbott, Gentle, Blankenship, Miss Brown and Miss Larson. We also had a less than adequate German teacher. Verstehen Sie?
Chuck Monasmith
Patti Snider Miller
(65)
In reference to Mr. Hubbard on what Col Hi did when JFK was shot. I remember I was in a history class and Mr. Blankenship was the teacher. We were all in shock... but class did resume. I don't recall not having school the next day. Anyone else know?
Rick Polk (70)
Great to hear from Mr. Hubbard. I had him for Chemistry in 68-69, my Junior year. Great question: Where were you when you heard about President Kennedy being shot?
I remember it vividly, because he was shot on my Birthday... November 22nd. I was in Mr. Galagher's 6th grade class at Sacajawea Elementary (on Williams). They announced the shooting over the overheard paging system. We all sat there stunned, then some of us started crying, including me. A few minutes later, they announced that school was dismissed and they sent us all home. I remember that I just picked up my books and walked on home, I don't remember doing anything else that day. My Mom and I had a good cry and I thought to myself, why did this have to happen and especially why on my Birthday? My Mom saved all the TC Heralds for the next 2 weeks. She still has them to this day. That's one Birthday I'll never forget.
Rick Polk
Margaret Gilstrap
O'Hara (74)
Sherri Fisher brought back many memories. The cake walk was my favorite also. The general store was second. They also had the fishing booth, the pie walk, and the duck pond. Back then you could get 20 tickets for a dollar. What great fun.
A couple of Bombers have brought up Mr. Greenough. I remember being terrified of the thought of having to be in his class. I stuttered and he did quite a bit of speech things in his class. Sure enough, second semester senior year I had his class. I of course sat as far away from his desk as I could to not be noticed or called upon to speak. The first week of his class I was sick one day. I lived on my own so I did not have a parent's note to get back in school. Because of this I had to carry a pink slip to be signed by the teachers. Every school day for a week I carried a pink slip. Mr. Greenough, the first four days would roll his eyes when he signed my slip. On the fifth day he sent me to my desk with out signing it. I was terrified that I was going to be kicked out. Half way through the hour he asked me - as only he could in front of the class - why I could not remember to have my parents write a note. I explained stuttering, I am sure, that I lived on my own and, therefore, couldn't have my parents sign my slip. He thought at first I was pulling his leg. I assured him quickly that I worked full time at night and went to school during the day, but that I did live by myself and paid all my own bills. He then told me to follow him to the office. I thought this is it I am going to get kicked out of school. Not a word was said on the way to the office. When we arrived he went straight to the principal and informed him that I did not live at home and from this day on when I needed a note he would write it. I was stunned. I know more was said but I was so surprised I didn't hear it. On the way back to class he told me if I ever needed anything to call him, at home if I had to. The rest of the school year he kept an eye on me and my grades in all my classes I am sure. I believe he was as proud as any parent when I graduated. All the fears I had about him were for naught. What a great teacher!
November 24, 1998
Steve Carson (58)
I have to admit my surprise at finding CAP in the Sandstorm. I joined CAP in 1954 and would have to credit Major Florence (Shorty) Moeller for a wonderful experience. We had as many as 60 Cadets in those years and in 57 our drill team won the state competition at Yakima and placed in the regional competition in Los Angeles. The Air Force sent a C119 to Pasco to fly us to competition. In those years Hawaii won the Nationals three years in a row. Also in 57 Rodney Payton and I won the International Aviation Cadet Exchange. Rodney went to England and I spent the summer in the Netherlands. Great Memories. We always went to Spokane for the Lilac Festival and stayed at the BOQ at Geiger or Fairchild. We sent Cadets from our Squadron to the Jet Orientation School in Texas, on a B-36 mission and to summer encampment every year. Search and Rescue missions as an observer turned out to be more boring that you could imagine. One year at McCord the encampment was dedicated to earning the Certificate of Proficiency, which was recognized by the Air Force and if you enlisted, your Airman First Class stripe before you entered basic. Fred Klute, Jerry Sybertz, Carol Carson, Daryl Berry and many more had a great experience in the CAP.
Steve Carson
Denny Smith (63)
There were many Smith families in Richland but ours was the only one on the 1300 block of Cedar, at least during the 50’s and 60’s. We moved there from Kennewick in the winter of 1954 during a snowstorm. I remember it well because the first meeting of the neighbor kids was a snowball fight with my older brother (Stan, ’62) and I against the whole neighborhood (at least it felt that way). The Ott’s, Don and Jim, and Joey Courtney lived across the street, and Jim Weaver lived next door. Nice welcome. Things got better, and our house became the block football, basketball court. For a while Greg Griffen lived next door, so we played many hours of Cowboys and Indians Many of the old families are still on the block - Mrs. Poynor, the Werners, my Dad, Weavers, Kelly’s, and Beardsleys. My younger brothers, Dave (68) and Ron (69) were in a different generation than us. It's amazing how much difference 5 years makes when you're young.
During our stay in Kennewick while waiting for a house to open up, we lived in a small block house on W. Grand Rhonde near where the new dike was being built on the Columbia River. The old building was still there (it's a construction office now) when I visited this Summer, but it's hard to imagine a family of six living there. My father would take us over to watch the construction, and I got my first lessons about the big construction rigs.
I was a Spading kid starting in third grade. Thanks for the pictures. I still remember being in love with Mrs. Foust in 4th grade. Her husband, Frosty, was my baseball coach one year, so I had to play my cards pretty straight. I also remember I also had a very nice lady for sixth grade who taught us some Spanish. Does anyone remember the sixth grade teacher who would grab the disobedient boys by their sideburns to get their attention? Some of us cut ours short so that he couldn't get a hold on them, but he just grabbed an ear instead.
I mentioned baseball. I played for NBC in the Columbia Little League, with Mr. Lukens as coach. His son, Doug [62], was my idol, a great pitcher and a nice kid. Stan played on Lukens’ teams through American Legion ball. Needless to say, I think that Mr. Lukens was the best baseball coach in the area; an Art Dewald of recreational baseball. Denny Damschen [62] and Jack Gardiner [61] mentioned the teams that went to the World Series (Colt League and American Legion) and I believe that Mr. Lukens was the coach of those teams.
Does anyone remember the irrigation canal that flowed through Richland? It crossed Torbut and Tinkle and ran behind the houses facing Sacramento. I don't know where it went from there, but I remember it again by the high school. It was demolished in 56 or 57 and houses built ( the Wiitala’s and Houses’ were built on the old right-of-way). There was another one the flowed along above the riding academy and paralleled the bypass hiway, but it never had water in it during my time.
What about the houses? What letter did the Ranch houses have? Why did some of the houses have basements and some not? The Ranch houses had slab floors.
This is getting too long-winded, so I’ll just mention a few other memories:
Hunting for ground squirrels with bow and arrow; and riding the horses from the riding academy (free, of course). The Colyak Bow club that we belonged to is still there I believe.
Spending most of our waking hours across the bypass highway; eating mulberries, and coming home stained purple from head to foot.
Anyone remember the air raid sirens? One of the pillars that supported them is still near the bypass hiway north of Swift.
Carp hunting with bows in the swamps below the bypass highway.
Fishing for white fish in the Yakima in the winter and freezing our "you know whats" off. (We "raised" our own maggots and kept them in the refrigerator, much to our Mom's chagrin).
Poaching (whoops, hunting) ducks on the ponds and swamps by the Yakima. Most of the messages I have read referred to the South end, but we hunted the area from the West Richland bridge to about Dupertail.
Drag racing below the "Rose Bowl" through the Russian Olive trees. That's why the ‘54 Chevy I drove looked the way it did. Why were all those trees planted? Maybe to test our allergic reaction?
Going to the Potholes lakes the day before opening day and starting to fish at midnight.
Floating the Yakima from Twin Bridges and coming home smelling like a cesspool.
Making "zip guns" out of metal pipe and shooting marbles with fire crackers as the propellant.
Delivering "The Oregonian" in fifth and sixth grade. Our route was the entire City and we had only 40 customers. We walked the route when it snowed, and it took us 3 hours. Down Cottonwood to Dupertail, down the "hill" to the South end, Delivered to the Men's and Women's dorms, across to Hains and Hunt, and back up Van Geisen or Williams.
Stupid stuff - as if some of the above wasn't stupid nough:
Turning on your water hose and using it to bore a hole in your yard. Of course, the hose sucked it's way into the ground very easily, and it was fun to watch. Until you tried to pull it back out. Then you knew you were in trouble when Dad got home unless you could retrieve it. Several (yes, we tried it more than once) of our hoses became shorter due to this "scientific curiosity".
Dennis Smith
Gary Behymer (64)
Answer for Patti Snider Miller (65): President Kennedy was killed on Friday, November 22nd, 1963. No, we did not go to school the next day.
Mary Sullivan (64)
Well, it's "Turkey Time" again! I had a few questions -- and a few I can actually answer!! What did everyone do before TV arrived in our homes and we couldn't watch Football?? Anyone care to share????
At the Sullivan household after giving Thanks (everyone was too "full" it seems) so our Mother did most of the "cleanup" -- We headed anxiously to the radio for the FIRST EPISODE OF "THE CINNAMON BEAR"!! Ah -- I can hear Judy and Jimmy already!!
And of course the day AFTER Thanksgiving -- we all strolled down to CC Anderson's and waited - and waited and waited in line just to see Santa and give him all our "greedy" desires! And walked away with what I always remember as the BIGGEST CANDY CANE I'd ever seen!!
Mary
Teresa DeVine Knirck
(64)
Kipp Quinlan (64): that illustrious Chief Jo teacher was Mrs. Wolcott -- eighth grade science I think. I had her as well as Dr. Mecum later on at Col-Hi. I remember we did some experiment on respiration and we (Dr. Mecum included) ran down the hill outside of Mac Hall and then back up -- she made It, which was amazing.
The day President Kennedy was shot was Friday -- my senior year -- so we did not have school the next day, but I believe we did on Monday. I'm sure we all remember where we were then, and how the weekend we all just sat in shock in front of TV during all the coverage.
I agree with everyone that we had wonderful teachers. Mrs. Luckey is another who comes to mind. At the first snowfall, she made us all in American Lit turn our desks to the windows in our classroom in the old 300 wing while she read us poetry -- Whittier and Emerson I think. She also made us all wear large red A's while we read Scarlet Letter. I am sure now she was way ahead of her time!
Teresa
David Rivers (65)
In response to Mr. Hubbard's recollection of the Kennedy matter, I was in contemporary world history. We had a sub that day. Someone from the office (a girl as I recall), handed the fellow a note and he began to cry. Eventually he was able to tell us what had happened. I believe we stayed in class until the bell. The next thing I recall was going out to Johnny Crowder's [65] car, as it was the closest in the lot, and listening on the radio. I also recall a dance being canceled the following week-end... it seems it was a biggie... home coming or something of that magnitude... it could just be that dances were big on my hit parade and they all biggies to me.
I cannot say I had Mr. Hubbard for class. Actually, my classes were generally of the advanced PE; underachiever's study hall... (generally at the 400+ level) and the Hand-ball Court hanging around level. One of the nicest breaks I ever got was when Mrs. Buescher cut a deal with me, to the effect that if I would refrain from enrolling in 2d Semester Geometry, she would give me a "D" in first Semester. However, if I insisted on taking 2d semester... I would get a well deserved "F". I took the deal and ran like a bandit! I also remember Dr. Mecum very fondly, bra straps and all. When I went into the Marine Corps, she took me aside and told me that she thought the Marine Corps was a fine choice for anyone, and that she had been in the Marine Corps, too. she didn't warn me about Vietnam, though! Probably just as well. After all that I can say that math, chemistry and physics were my favorite subjects in undergrad. Didn't follow through, however, and became a teacher, administrator and, finally, a Lawyer... wise choices have never been my long suit! A lot of water over the dam for all of us since that day sitting in class at Col. High... learning that the President had been shot.
David Rivers
Ron Sledge (65)
To: John Bixler (64): Do you remember a ski trip to Spout Springs over New Years when you and someone else got hurt the first day. As I recall you had two sprained ankles and the other guy (don't recall) a broken leg. We loaded you into a car, pointed it toward Richland and had you drive home by yourselves. Not that we didn't have sympathy but who wanted to miss out on the party that night.
FRIENDS: Just remembering some special friends in the early days at Col-Hi. John Santangelo and Steve Duve come to mind right away. The three of us and Mike Samms had some real experiences. John and I, while trying to put tube into a 48 Chevy car radio, kind of drove thru the side wall of Pennywise Drugstore. The tubes didn't work so we returned them.
Joni Lee and her Cuban sisters, Oly Leon and Maida (?) plus Nancy Cruz and Suzy Berry. What a great bunch. Joni's mom was the greatest. She helped me through what seemed like one catastrophe after another.
Skiing with Larry Boyd, Bill Barr, Chip Abrums and Byron Shaw.
Tennis with Bill Pennick and his neighbor (Bill, help me out here).
Larry Boyd and I beating Jim Adair and Ray Stein at doubles. (once!!!)
Basketball in the afternoons with Roy Cross and Duane Rassmussen, sometimes Bob LeClair. Seems to be a pattern here. Never realized sports were that important to me. Guess that's why I'm considered a fanatic about golf now.
Ron
Cathy Weihermiller
Fyall (66)
The Chief Jo science teacher slipping out of her girdle was Miss Wolcott, if I remember correctly. I do have a visual picture of walking into her classroom on a Monday and she had covered all of the tables with vases full of wildflowers from her week end gatherings. It was beautiful.
The junior high sex-ed program from the 60's was quite an experience. Our home ec teacher probably covered the topic in 2 minutes and she was so uncomfortable with the whole subject that it was never mentioned again. And then there was the movie on syphilis in Miss Wolcott's class. Some guy in a dark and shady city that could hardly walk a straight line. To top it off we saw a movie on marijuana. Does anyone know if that was the film "Reefer Madness" that I have heard people talk about from other schools?
So, with all of that, we were prepared to enter the adult world (or at least Col Hi) from Chief Jo. Just wanted to spark some "fun" topics for the holidays!!!!
Cathy Weihermiller Fyall
John Wingfield (66)
Friends from Bomberville, reading Mr. Hubbard's memories of Nov. 22, 1963 brought back my memories. I remember where I was, 35 years ago when I first learned that JFK was shot. I was sitting in Geometry class when someone brought in a note for the teacher. She read it, turned pale and told us: "The president has been shot! Let's pray".
John Wingfield (66)
