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   Alumni Sandstorm Archive ~ October, 1998
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17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25&26 27&28 29 30 31 Termination Winds ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/1/98 [sent on 10/3/98] Gary is gone on vacation til the 11th... so send 'entries' to me or they won't make it in the Sandstorm til Gary gets back and sends them to me. ****************************************************** This "Alumni Sandstorm" is a joint effort by: Gary Behymer (64) and Maren Smyth (64) Gary collects e-mail and also gets posts from more than one Bomber 'guest book'. I copy/paste, spell check (if I remember), and send. Bomber cheers, Maren Smyth (class of '64) ====================================== >>From: Lloyd Swain (66) Hey kids!.. love the editorials... and seeing all of you again here on the Alumni Sandstorm: compliments to Gary and Maren.. Incredible to read all of your messages and notes. Indeed we are all grown up now aren't we? The sins of our fathers are discussed with many and varied viewpoints.. What a Forum!!! Love all the recollections and thanks to you for writing these online memories. A wealth of information and you are all to be congratulated. Me... well... I liked band... football with Mr. Rish... Jim Loss in the drama department... plays and musicals... Zips.... And my 58 Vauxhall Super Victor..... Those really were wonderful days... Lloyd Swain (66) ======================================== >>From: Micky Hemphill (66) Bombers: So enjoy the sandstorm .... thanks to Gary and Maren. Trying to remember the past few days of mail, and the past thirty years....... Bob DeGraw (66): haven't seen you for 30 years.... hope all is well. Jim Ard would have graduated with us (66), he moved to Michigan? and eventually played pro basketball. John Allen: you are still way too serious, we must talk about it at the next reunion. Rick Maddy: I too played baseball for Mr. Fowler, and caught Mike, and Chris Fliescher and remember having a very sore left palm and many bruises. I was never a quick learner. I do have such fond memories of the times in Richland and always enjoy my visits back home. My brother, Tom (62), and I had a pleasant visit in August and managed to win a pool game. Keep up the good work, guys. AND THANKS....... Micky Hemphill (RHS 66) =================================== >>From: Pam Ehinger Nassen (67) Hi Maren, A few weeks ago I was in Cheney visiting a friend who owns and operates a tattoo shop, Body Language, and I was talking with a lady waiting to get a tat. I found out she was from Kennewick, she stated that her father brought her there to hold his hand, while he got a tat. I told her that I grew up in Richland and had graduated in 67. Her dad stepped up and asked who I was, I told him but he didn't know me, nor I him. But we both graduated at Richland in 67. His name is Steve King, he doesn't have e-mail, but his snail mail address is: [deleted for Steve's privacy --anybody who wants it, ask] So if there is any one out there that remembers him, he'd love to hear from you. Pam Ehinger Nassen Bombers Rule (67) =================================== >>From: Margaret Hartnett (72) Re: Teresa LaMear Edie (80) You asked if anyone remembered the sand dunes - of course. And my recollection is that they are near/part of the Juniper Forest. I suppose there were many reasons to be out there, it was an extremely popular place to go in the early 70s to smoke pot and be silly away from our parents' suspicious eyes. I also remember that we often found parachute silk out there. One of the rumors being that special forces and potential astronaut types jumped out there to see how they faired in an environment as homey as the moon. Could have been true or just more tall tales, in any event we had a lot of fun. ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/2-3/98 [sent 10/3] 3 Bombers in 2 days sent stuff. I'm all caught up. Next issue will be on time -- look for it tomorrow morning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Mary Lou Watkins Rhebeck (63) Dear Maren, Admittedly, anyone would need a vacation from the great amount of work you and Gary have undertaken in sending us the Alumni Sandstorm... but is it over? or did I get taken off the list? I miss it!!! and did not read that you all were taking a break... but if you are, good for you!! I just don't want to miss any editions... I print them out and give them to family members without computers who also grew up in Richland. We all really appreciate what you two are doing. Please don't think I'm complaining.. because I'm not... just don't want to be taken off the list!!! Thanks for everything... you all have done a super job... and hope all is well with you. Sincerely, Mary Lou Watkins Rhebeck ====================================== >>From: Joe Largé (68) TO: Earl Bennett (63) Dear Earl, Yes, it is Gyre with a "Y". My tiping isent waht it uzed 2 bee. I Love that poem! My son, John usually corrects me if I recite it wrongly! (Uppity Child!) I believe the Jabberwok was written because Lewis Carroll was a mathematics wiz and I believe that there is actually a mathematical formulation to it. (I THIMK!) Finally getting around to reading my MOUNTAINS of e-mail! -------------- TO: Patty de la Bretonne (65) Dear Patty, I LOVED the Standard School Broadcasts. You are aware, aren't you that Carmen Dragon's son is "Captain" Dragon, of the old Captain and Tenielle days. I am with the (Olympia) Capitol Area Concert Band and we play Carmen Dragon's works from time-to- time. I LOVE his arrangements! --------------- Dear Gary, I agree, I would like to see things that UNITE us Alumni, rather than those things that DIVIDE us. There are a great deal of painful subjects out there in the world without having to drive nails into our collective thumbs. All of this is part of our past, good as well as bad. However, rehashing them is not going to change things. We can learn from the past so that whatever mistakes will not be recreated. As much as we would or would not like to, changing the past is not a "Human" ability. -------------- TO: Bill Porter (68) Dear Bill, I heard a tale somewhat recently where, a lake in Michigan (or Minnesota) was named Squaw Lake. The powers-that-be found that the word "Squaw" in the appropriate Native American language alluded to a prostitute - or something to that affect. Whatever the actual rendition of "Squaw" is, they decided to change the name of the lake. The newly, "official" name of this lake is now: Politically-Correct Lake LOLOLOL!!!! Let's all hear it for Walt Disney's: Histerical(not historical)-Politically-Correct-Native- American Barbie! (I'm about 1/32 Jicarilla Apache and Ute - my great grand uncle was Chief Ouray of the White Rock Utes). --------------- Dear Gary and Maren, Maybe we SHOULD let political arguments into the sandstorm! I've seen more energy and activity out of these people e-mailing in, than I ever saw out of any of us in High School! LOLOL! --------------- TO: Robert Shipp (64) Dear Robert, Are you by any chance, Debbie Shipp's brother? She was a trumpet player in the good ol' RHS band. I remember her quite fondly! Does she still play? Please say HI to her for me! (Yes, I still play - and write - as a hobby). --------------- Dear Gary, Shall we start a new "ARGUMENT" about No Brainers? -------------- TO: Denny Damschen (62) Dear Denny, I have always said that my patron saint is the Scarecrow off the Wizard of Oz! One time I had a problem with my car, where the brakes were really hard to step on. I checked the hoses and lines leading to the Intake manifold from the vacuum assist canister for the brakes - all looked good. I finally decided it was the vacuum canister - it had a hole, so I perceived. So, I went and found a place that rebuilds canisters and bought a rebuilt for 25 dollars. In trying to get the old one off, I found that I couldn't remove the bolts. So I got out my good ol' cutting torch! In attempt to cut the bolts loose from the canister, I started a small fire underneath the hood of the car! Fortunately, I got it out before any damage happened - or ....! Getting the bolts undone and the new canister on, I tested it out. Same DANG problem! I hadn't fixed a thing! Come to find out, there was a blockage INSIDE of the intake manifold at the pipe leading from the vacuum canister. Using a little twig, I dug the blockage out and the brakes worked FINE! THAT was definitely a NO-BRAINER! ----------------- By-the-way, Does anyone remember Mr. Hughes, band teacher from Carmichael Jr. High? Wonder where he's at or if he's still alive. Would enjoy talking to him again! Joe Largé (68) ====================================== >>From: Margaret "Peggy" Hartnett (72) TO: Lois Clayton (72) It was great to hear someone mention EFFE. I really think it was a one or two year brief exercise and it was mostly the brain child of Rob Teats, Steve Taylor and those ASB officers from the class of '70 as I recall. You are right, it was a wonderful experience but I am sure the administration thought it a waste of time. What I remember was actually taking a class for a week in Gaelic and that it came in very handy later when I was studying language roots. I don't remember who taught it and can't really think of anyone who might have but it really wasn't an excuse to get out of our regular classes! Peggy Hartnett (72) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/4/98 7 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Millie Finch Gregg (54) You know I have been thinking (that's dangerous), but we could call our growing up here as "It's A Good Life". We had wonderful childhood, as shared by all of you, with our memories. We are unique and should be very proud to say we are from Richland, WA. Some of the memories have been focused on the mascot and the fact that there was a war in Japan. Well, you know what, we all know that and can read in history about it. I AGREE with Gary and Maren, that this is not the place for political rhetoric, but rather a place being described as a good one to have grown up here. Let's leave this forum for an opportunity to share with each other "good times" before we had to become an adult! This view might not be popular, but it is mine, and now........ more memories: To Joan Eckert Sullens (51). You had mentioned Ray Juricich in your news. I just thought I would tell you that I worked with his wife, Marion, out at Hanford. He came to a dinner we had once and it was fun talking to him. To Gary Behymer: You mentioned Byron Beck. I know him and his family very well. I worked with him at Vitro/Kaiser Engineers out on the site. He and his family are fantastic people. He played for the Denver Nuggets (also the Rockets) and his number has been retired and he is in the Colorado Hall of Fame. Then I remember girls basketball (yuk!!) Dumb that we couldn't cross the center line. What do you think?? That's it for now, again thanks for keeping this going. Millie Finch Gregg (54) ====================================== >>From: Barbara Chandler (59) This is just so fantastic to receive these E's every day, takes about one hour of my time just to read, contemplate, think back. All of you have reved up some memories for me. What I've told my kids and remember with such fondness are the wonderful summers in Richland. The treks to bateman island. Those of us (not me) who had boats would take them out and water ski, build bonfires, drink beer, neck, you know the wonderful times of teenage-hood. I remember water sking one day with a crowd, the driver went really near the shore, swerved and I went flying onto the beach!!!! Wasn't hurt at all, just the breath knocked out of me, but was really exciting. I also remember swimming in the flumes at night. Climbing up, lowering down and swimming (well, not swimming, the current did the work) down to the end, getting out, walking back and doing it all over again. Lots of kids and lots of fun. Also, I worked at Zips Drive In one winter. Got fired because one night when it was really snowy and cold I was working alone. Someone came in to order something and went directly to the stalls out back? Well, no way was I going to get out in that freezing weather to take an order! Hah!! Whoever it was reported me and fired I was. Well deserved, but funny how that is my only history of fired-dom and it is a cherished memory. Go figure. Also, other memories of Zips from Col Hi when a bunch of us would hop in Linda Neeley's convertible, bomb down the hill and get FF/coke/burger at lunch time, smoke some cigs and get back to class in an hour. I remember when news of my dad's death reached me at 16 (folks separated and he was in Chicago), went with friends riding around, crying and I remember stopping at Standard station for a hair down, throwing cold water in my face, trying to get it together. My friends were so special, they helped me through so much. Carole Wickstrom Tadlock (59), Linda Neeley Quillen (59), Marylou Loman (sorry, Marylou, you've always been Loman), Molly Turner Milner (58), Diane Goodenow Rhodes (59), Sunny (Hyatt) Smith -- Sunny died many years ago, in the 70's... so dang many through the years. Thank you all for doing this, for giving some time to relive some wonderful times, not that they all were, but many of you have expressed how special and unique our town was. I just remember back to a time when safety (other than our own induced danger by wild rides around the bypass, etc) was never in question. We'd walk across town at night, no problem, leave our houses and cars unlocked, no problem. Another time but one I am so grateful I shared with all of you. Thanks for being there, Barbara Chandler ================================== >>From: Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) Re: Larry Reid's question: "Does anyone remember the school boy patrol". Yes, I do. I remember, as a girl, having to avoid a certain street crossing because you were sweet on the school patrol boy! AND, maybe your school didn't have patrol girls, but Jefferson School DID! I was one of them. However, we were not trusted with the street crossings, our stations of patrol duty were the entrances of the school. But, believe me, we felt just as important as you boys! We got to keep everyone out of the school until the doors opened for everyone. I can remember my biggest challenge was from a little boy who REALLY thought he was a Marsian. He told everyone that his parents were from Mars, and he would actually cry when you tried to talk him out of it. I wonder what ever happened to that little guy. Does anyone remember him? He made quite an impression on all of us. Cheers, Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) ============================== >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) Gregor Hanson (65) noted that Jim Adrian and Jack (Turkey) Kern were a couple of prodigious home run hitters. In actuality it was Jim Adian and Jerry Kern, when they both played for Spudnut Shop in the National League. I've got a lousy memory for numbers, but me thinks that Pook Smith probably served up most of them when he pitched for Thrifty Drug. The reason I say that is, he still gets Christmas cards from both of them. A Little League aside. After Kirkland National won the World Series some years back, it was noted that they were the seond oldest organized "Little League" in the state of Washington. The oldest was Kirkland National. As I recall the National teams were Spudnut, Thrifty Drug, Auto Supply and N&H. I recall those itchy,scatchy wool uniforms and the wool hats that would shrink and bleed when they got wet. Times have changed, but I really think that those old Dawson Richards, NBC and Spudnut teams could play with any I've seen in the 40 years since (hope they don't edit this out for being too contoroversial). [Very funny, Hamilton!!! - Ed] Found a couple of tennis racket covers from Jim & Jakes and Perc Locey. Were there ever anyother sporting good stores before them and BB&M jimbeaux =================================== >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) TO: Jimmy Fleming (65) I remember also when hostess cupcakes went from 10 to 12 cents. wow.... ==================================== >>From: John Allen (66) The Bomber teams of '63 and '64 were topping the hundred point mark with some regularity, however the team in 1966 scored not 103, but 129 points against Grandview. This was in a game that lasted not 48 minutes like NBA games, where 129 points would still be an above average total for most teams, but rather in a game that lasted only 32 minutes. --John Allen =================================== >>From: Donna Seslar White (68) TO: Larry Reid (68) Just had to comment about there not being any patrol girls back in Marcus Whitman. I was one of them! We were assigned to the doors of the school, though. I was at the kindergarten, first grade, etc. doors. We would keep an eye on the kids on the play ground plus keep them out of the building until time to go in. Pretty important job! :) I found my hat from those days a few years ago. I think I was supposed to turn it in but guess I never did. Just remember being really proud. I think I was even the captain, but not sure! Can't remember who was with me. Did you ever have Mrs. McElligott? Not sure of the spelling. I remember her school store she always had in her classroom. Her students got to run it. It was great for second graders to learn to make change and wait on customers. Mrs. Sterling was my absolute favorite teacher (first grade). Mina Jo Gerry Payson talked a while back about Mrs. Matthews. She was cool, too. Miss Bowles in 6th grade. She's still around here I believe. Married name is Borgeson. Enough of Marcus Whitman memories. -Donna Seslar White (68) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/5/98 10 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Joan Eckert Sullens (51) In reading through all of our memories reminded me what made Richland so unique to me and so many others who came during the 40's. And that was our diversity. We were from everywhere, USA! We came from New York State where we were required to wear skirts, long stockings, slacks and ties for the boys. I remember being so amazed meeting some of my fellow sixth graders from down south who arrived in jeans and sandals. We had all kinds of accents... we were a melting pot. We learned so much about America's diverse cultures those first years. It was great. Because of the nature of the "business" there, we had great security and were allowed tremendous freedom to roam. We virtually had no cliques. We really were very lucky to have grown up there. But I was like everyone else - could hardly wait to leave all that sage and sand and the usual "nothing to do" all teens seem to feel! Joan Eckert Sullens '51 ==================================== >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) The 40's grads should remember the l948 flood we had. I worked for Dick Vogt at the Village Food Store then. The only way out of Richland was through the area, and no one could trespass then, and to Benton City and over the Horse Heaven Hills. The only way food could be brought in for the stores was by plane. That is when they decided to put up the dike. Also, that was about the time we had that big wind. I lived at 325 Rossell Ave. then. As we were watching the wind tear things up, we saw Bob Watts' roof being lifted off his prefab and laid in the front yard. Our roof was lifted about three inches. We had to have maintenance come and tie it back down. George Parrot was trying to get up Lee Blvd. hill by pushing his bike. That wind picked up small pieces of gravel and cut him up pretty good. That last time I heard of George Parrot, he was running a service station in Kettle Falls near Spokane. You know another memory that was stirred in my senior mind that wasn't planned at all. I don't know if God had anything to do with it or what. When we came to Richland in November of 1944, my sister and I went half day to Sacajawea until the second semester of l945. Marcus Whitman was opened and we transferred there. Now here is the ironic thing. I left Richland in l958 and went to New Mexico. Worked for Southern Union Gas Co. until l960, got married to my present wife Judy and enrolled in teacher education at Eastern New Mexico University in Portales. NM. Got my first degree and taught for 3 years in Aztec, NM. I then went back to ENMU and got a master's degree. Moved to Ojai, CA and lasted one year. I came back to Richland for the l968-69 school year. Started at Jefferson Elem., then went to Tapteal in W. Richland. Then in l990 I didn't like was happening to education in the classroom and taught PE for 6 tenths of a day and classroom for 4 tenths. I got a chance to go full time PE at Marcus Whitman and Sacy and took it. That is where I retired from. Started and Marcus and Sacy and retired for Marcus and Sacy. What a plan that certainly wasn't of my doing. =================================== >>From: Mary Kay Mitchell Coates (52) Thank all of you for the fond memories that have been returning to me daily. I read your letters and relate to so many of them. Yes, the girl patrol was a very big thing back as far as 1947-48, perhaps even earlier at Sacajawea. Lilly Peterson was principal and allowed the girls to patrol the doors and hallways. At the end of my 8th grade year, the PTA held an awards ceremony in the gym. Jack Holden (52) and I were each awarded a certificate and a small medal for outstanding patrol boy and girl, Nancy Long (52) and Jean Gire (52) were given scholarship awards, Jack Dawson (52) citizenship, Robert Harding (52) athletics, and Barbara Hughes (52) music. I have an old photo of all of us capturing the glory of that moment. It was taken by Robley Johnson. I believe at that time he was the only commercial photographer in town. When Marlin Studios opened in the uptown about 1949 or 50, my friend Vera Rodda (52) and I took advantage of their opening offer of a free "glamor" setting. We both ended up looking like we were 10 years older than we actually were. We hardly recognized our "glamorous" selves!! The quonset huts at old Sacy are certainly a memorable part of my 6 thru 8 grade years, as well as the "shifts" where we had morning and afternoon classes. I was an P.M. shift and those hutments were like little furnaces in the heat of the afternoon!! We were allowed to put up a swamp cooler and we thought that helped. In all reality, it only made it muggy, but we had the illusion of coolness. Some of my friends and I made curtains for the windows of our hut to give it a more "homey" atmosphere. Mrs. Grace Brown & Mrs. Cottrill were a couple of the teachers that endured teaching in those hotboxes!! Kay Mitchell Coates, Class of 52 ======================================== >>From: Tony Tellier (57) ...text written by Joe Largé (68) "The powers-that-be found that the word 'Squaw' in the appropriate Native American language alluded to a prostitute - or something to that affect." This same jive is on the boil in Phoenix regarding Squaw Peak and the new Squaw Peak Expressway. Some people got WAY too much time on their hands Tony Tellier in (either) Yuma, Hermosa Beach or San Felipe ... who knows. ---------------- ...text written by Joe Largé (68) "Maybe we SHOULD let political arguments into the sandstorm! I've seen more energy and activity out of these people e-mailing in, than I ever saw out of any of us in High School! LOLOL! " I agree but only if "you" agree with me ... Quack. Tony T In Hb ---------------- ...text written by Barbara Chandler (59) "My friends were so special, they helped me through so much. Carole Wickstrom Tadlock (59), Linda Neeley Quillen (59), Marylou Loman (sorry, Marylou, you've always been Loman), Molly Turner Milner (58), Diane Goodenow Rhodes (59), Sunny (Hyatt) Smith -- Sunny died many years ago, in the 70's... so dang many through the years." Barb ... you ever run into Molly The Mobster and Dick Milner?? The last I heard they were in the Seattle area ... Burien, maybe. Seahurst? I got an E-Mail from Larry Dibbern but nada from Fig. TT In Hermosa ======================================== >>From: Dick Nelson (59) Who remembers water skiing behind a 49 pontiac in West Richland? I know two guys who do! or should! Dick Nelson 59. ========================================= >>From: Betsy Fox Vance (63) Hi, Thanks for the e-mails. I am not sure if I am sending this to the right place. I graduated in 1963.... and used to write for the Sandstorm. (Received my first very sweet and innocent kiss in the Sandstorm darkroom) Ron Richards and I keep in touch frequently -- as do Sheila Zangar and I. Does anyone remember David's Shoes in the uptown -- and putting your feet in that machine that let you look at your bones in your foot (also emitting a zillion rads of radiation in the process..) but, it was fun to check out our skeletons. And watching them fry the doughnuts at the spudnut shop... and all those ski trips to Spout Springs... meeting at BB&M every Saturday morning to catch the bus. Remember Tony and his cigar? Pook -- if you read this, please get in touch with me -- I have a good friend who has been a good friend of yours... Hope you are all well --- and coping with being middle aged and things dropping south, and memories fading a bit. It has gone fast. Please e-mail me, old friends....... Betsy Fox Vance ==================================== >>From: Mary Collins Burbage (63) Thank you. I read the Sandstorm for enjoyment not for political debate. I don't know who was right or wrong at this point. I feel that it is important that we learn from the past but don't dwell on it so much that we can't enjoy the present and future. I was in Honolulu last month and had the chance to visit the Arizona Memorial. Among our group were a number of Japanese visitors. I talked to several and it is amazing how they mirror our feelings on what was done by their parents. The one thing that amazed me was the lack of bitterness about our bombing of Japan. We were all sobered by the Memorial and agreed that it should never happen again. Mary Collins Burbage (63) ====================================== >>From: Harvey Irby (64) My dad's parents had a gas station and farm on the old River Road between The Y and Kennewick about where Kennewick built a sewage treatment plant in what is now Columbia Park (the plant is now gone). They were badly flooded in the floods of '48 and '49. The Corps of engineers bought the place in the early '50's for the lake of McNary Dam. They then bought a farm up on 27th Street south of Kennewick. I can still remember the Welch's Grape juice vineyards going up the hill from Vineyard Street to 27th. I think the vines got some disease in the 50's and were all destroyed. I can also remember the mint farms in the Kennewick Highlands. During the mint harvest, they boiled the plants in the fields to make mint oil which made the whole country-side smell of mint. When the wind blew the right direction, I think you could even smell it in Richland. Again, I think the plants contracted some sort of disease and the mint farms moved up around Othello in the '50's. Mint is still my favorite flavor. Harvey Irby (64) ======================================== >>From: Rick Maddy (67) [yesterday Millie Finch (54) said:] that this is not the place for political rhetoric, but rather a place being described as a good one to have grown up... [Rick's answer:] But let us go ahead and talk about the murder's of Wight and Tate, laying down and hiding our six, seven, eight..., year old heads in our little hands, practicing the few seconds we were to have by ourselves just before evaporating from somebody else's bomb, wondering what blows were to come of the Russian blockade from Cuba, watching on TV at school and home what goes down when the assassination of a beloved president happens, knowing there was an internment camp for Japanese somewhere in that desert real close to our home, having FBI agents in your home asking your parent's about the neighbor, wondering why your father was pissing in a jar and leaving it on the porch to be picked up by our government, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, to name three, taking away our classmates to die immediately, or suffer several years before dying, knowing there were other people that used to live here, but now you only see them fishing with nets and spears out at Priest Rapids, and those poor jackrabbits slaughtered by the thousands.... these are acceptable. Even more acceptable is eating a burger at By's, or trying to remember the name of the Army/Navy surplus store at the Y. Now, have I got the posting rules right, or is there something else that I am not to say in here? ================================== >>From: Joe Largé (68) TO: Margaret Hartnett (72) Dear Margaret, I also remember the Juniper forest and the Astronauts. They used the forest for Desert Survival training. We were all so "impressed" that the ASTRONAUTS would come here to little ol' Tri Cities! I lived for a year and a half in Tonopah, Nevada where we did things like Red Flags, Green Flags, and Fighter Weapons schools, etc., on the Tonopah Test Range (operated a Threat Radar for that time - great fun!) Same sort of climate and vegetation. People did survival training there, as well. In the desert of Nevada, everything is in survival mode! Joe Largé (68) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/6/98 15 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Sandi Cherrington (66) Wanted to let all those who knew Robert (Bob) M. Frederick, Jr. (59), that he passed away on Friday, October 2 at Kadlec Hospital of congestive heart failure. Besides for being my best friend (best "Bud" as he called it), he was also my ex-husband. I will miss him, but I know that he is in a better place now where he is no longer in pain. Sandi Cherrington (66) ====================================== >>From: Evelyn Meyer Crowder (46) Reply to: Betty Johnson Bennett (46) Good to hear from you Betty, but sorry to hear about your sister. I hope she is recovering. Know you are a good sister to take care of her. Glad to hear that Jean Bobo [47] went home -- we missed her at the reunion also as she is always there. Yes, we usually go back each year -- have attended the reunions since the 40's Club started. This year, however, Paul's mother died from a heart attack and is buried next to his dad and brother at Einan's. Made the reunion a little sad for us and without her being there I don't know if we will make the drive too often. About the little cedar chest boxes, our class didn't receive them. I use to see them in mags and wish I had one (I'm not sure why), and when our daughter graduated from high school, she received two of them -- each from a different furniture company so I finally got mine --- it is stored away someplace. I keep in touch with Dora Lee Simpson [46] and Marty Larson [46]. Also, have kept in touch with Betty Berst [46], but for some reason have not heard from her for almost a year and am attempting to get some response. She moved to St. Louis from Houston last year. Also keep in touch with the Hinksons and Hilton Jones [46]. I was sorry to hear that Dee Bergren [46] died since our last reunion and Hilton's wife, Glennajean McEwen [47], also died this year. So many of our friends have died that it makes us really appreciate each day we have. Take care. Evelyn ======================================== >>From Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) Speaking of girl's Basketball - I still have my letter and letter sweater - imagine earning a letter without ever crossing the center line - Also, does anyone else remember the Jantzen sweaters and matching socks and the saddle shoes we all loved to wear? ========================================== >>From: John Northover (59) Maren, I have completed [scanning] the Junior and Sophomore pictures on the '59 Columbian Web Site Scroll till you see the ALL COLUMBIANS link and click on 1959. If you would put a little note in the Sandstorm that would be appreciated. thanks john ============================================= >>From: Barbara Seslar Brackenbush ('60) Why do I remember horseback riding was $5 an hour? I've seen several mention that it was $1 an hour. Am I wrong? Or did price increase that much? Regarding the little cedar chests given out by Bell Furniture. I received one in 1960, when I graduated, but over the years it was destroyed or lost. I was delighted to find another one at Kennewick Furniture about 3 years ago for about $5 I think. Does anyone remember the Jell-O lemon pudding that used to have the little capsule that would burst after temperature rose to a boil? I loved that sudden burst of lemon fragrance. The lemon Jell-O is just as good today, I think, but it no longer includes the little capsule. ======================================== >>From Rick Anderson (60) "From: Rick Maddy (67) But let us go ahead and talk about ... [quite a few things -RA] ... these are acceptable. Even more acceptable is eating a burger at By's, or trying to remember the name of the Army/Navy surplus store at the Y. Now, have I got the posting rules right, or is there something else that I am not to say in here?" Why, yes, Rick, there ARE other things you may not mention here: i) any hyphenated word: gun-nut, anti-gun-nut, pro-life, pro-choice, neo-anything; you get the idea. ii) anything denoted by a Roman numeral: I, II, III, ..., whatever-the-last-one-is Amendment; Super Bowl whatever; again you get the idea. iii) Thomas Hobbes. iv) weasels. v) recreational sex. This avoids any discussion of "When my grandson/granddaughter, son/daughter, girlfriend/boyfriend, date asked me about ..., I replied ...." HTH Anderson ================================= >>From: Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) Re: Ralph Myrick (51) comments: I, too, remember the 1948 Flood. It was when I was just beginning Kindergarten at Jefferson School. We had moved to the new "R" house on Davison Avenue across from the school. During the days and nights they built the dike, there wasn't much sleep to be had... they used our backyard for roadway to get sandbag trucks to the dike, and our front yard for the returning trucks. I remember that there was constant sand blowing; sometimes you could hardly see the trucks a few feet away. But what a lot of noise, dust and confusion... did save our town, though, so it was all worth it! In later years my brother and I enjoyed that dike along with our friends, and would ride our bikes on it to get to Riverside Park (now Howard Amon Park)... what an adventure it was. Cheers... Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) ====================================== >>From: Earl Bennett (63) Bob Rector - Thanks for the info about Judy Davis. If you delivered their paper, you may have delivered ours when we moved in across the street from them in the summer of '55. Your name rings a bell, but no specific memories. See, Maren, it was Judy! For a change the gray matter pulled out the right answer. Jim Fleming - Was the grocery store at Westgate an IGA? I vaguely remember working there briefly, and a cafe near the West end of the strip. As for carnivals, I remember winning a cake in a cake walk at Jason Lee, but not much else. And science fairs: I don't remember an award, but my best project ever was at Chief Jo, 8th or 9th grade, when I put together a cloud chamber that revealed the vapor trails of cosmic rays as they passed through the CO2 boiling off the dry ice in the chamber. The satisfaction of doing a good job is what made it memorable. I seem to recall one of my sisters being disturbed at the thought of that much "stuff" penetrating our bodies all the time! Mike Franco - I don't know about a 103 basketball score against Grandview in '66, as I was stationed on Crete in the Air Force by then - in fact, I don't remember that Grandview was large enough to play in the AAA league, but hey, I've forgotten more significant things than that. I should remember Grandview, though, since I was very attracted to a girl from Grandview I met through the church youth group. Thanks for reviving the memories - and thanks, Gary and Maren for your dedication. Later, ecb3 ====================================== >>From: Pat Bezzio (63) RE: Rick Maddy (67) comments: [....But let us go ahead and talk about the murders ...., hiding our ... heads in our ... hands ... before evaporating from somebody else's bomb, etc., etc., etc.,] Although Rick's comments seem harsh, he makes an important point, and that is that times were not all good back then. There was racism, abuse, alcoholism, the cold war and many other ills. One group of people who I am sure had a rough time in those days was divorced women with kids - divorce was less common and more of a disgrace, there were few social supports, women's jobs were usually low-paying. But I think most of us have fond memories of our growing - days in spite of these things. For one thing, there was more safety and security. You didn't have to lock doors, kids were safe playing in the neighborhood or on the school grounds. TV news didn't seem to include as many murders and scandals. Most families stayed together. Another reason we felt secure is that we were kids and didn't understand the problems of grownup life very well. We weren't supposed to. Many of our insights about what was wrong back then have come after we had a chance to examine these issues from an adult perspective. What I think many of us miss now is the relative state of blissful unawareness that we had as kids, rather than the exact life we had. ( Lord knows I don't really want to wear those scratchy leggings again, or go to a fundamentalist church and be told lotsa fun stuff is a sin again.) There's a Peanuts cartoon in which one character is saying that when you are a real little kid, you are totally comfortable going to sleep in the back of the car, and then something happens, and you can never sleep in the back of the car again. Pat Bezzio ('63) ====================================== >>From: Kathy Staley (65) After having read so many memories, and they have been great!! what with Muscles, the fog machines, little league baseball, CC Andersons, and especially the Spudnut Shop, I have one that I have not seen yet. And that is the burning of all the town's Christmas trees in a huge bon fire!! What a gathering that always turned out to be!! Kathy Staley (65) ====================================== >>From: Peggy White Main (65) Comment from RHS Guest book: I heard I was on the Missing in Action List for the class of 1965. I'm really not too lost - just sort of in hiding! The homepage looks great. Still proud of the cloud...! ===================================== >>From: Marc Franco Maren - you've taken a couple of shots about not allowing political discussions on the board - although you did a little bit. I just wanted to say, as one of the original offenders, that most of us are NOT checking in here every night because we want to talk politics. There are plenty of other places where people can go who want to do that. Every so often an occasional topic will arise which really ignites people, but by and large all of us are having a wonderful time reliving old memories and finding old friends. So don't worry about the occasional barbs thrown your way. Almost everybody thinks you and Gary are doing not only a terrific job, but also a terrific service. ========================================= >>From: William L. Porter (68) Oh yeah, Larry, I remember being a Patrol Boy. I was in Mr. Brightenfeldt's 6th grade class. Mr. Brightenfeldt seemed to be graduating grades with us, since the year before he was teaching 5th grade. I don't remember who was the sgt. from our class, but getting out of class early to suit up and get to our posts more than made up for coming home late afterwards. It was a prestigious assignment. I also remember the flag football games between the sixth grade classes. Kris "Crazy legs" Boness was our secret weapon. Kris was skinny and fast back then,... uh, enough said, I don't need a ticket driving thru Ritzville. William L. Porter (class o'68) ========================================== >>From: Margaret Hartnett (72) TO: Joe Largé (68) Joe, thanks for confirming my thoughts about the astronauts and the juniper forest. There are many things about Richland that I think I have made up! Living in SE Arizona I find I drive through Tonapah from time to time. Wasn't that the home of the Stealth? and isn't it near the fabled Area 51? You are right about similar environments -- it takes a special eye to see the beauty in the desert, especially parts of the Great Basin, I'll take the high desert of the Sonora these days. ================================== >>From: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) Response to Rick Maddy (67) I believe what Millie Finch [54] and many others (myself included) are trying to say is that we'd prefer this newsletter focus on our collective MEMORIES; not after-the-fact criticism and debate. We get enough grief and rhetoric in every other facet of our lives now, and certainly don't need more of it in the Sandstorm. No one is suggesting that Mrs. Wight's death, President Kennedy's assassination, or friends killed in action are "happy" memories - but they were a big deal when they happened, therefore they are significant, and VALID, memories to many of the alums who experienced them. That's why we mention them. Just as valid are the memories we remember as happy ones - even if they involved bomb drills at school, chasing mosquito foggers, and strange green boxes on doorsteps. We didn't question those things at the time because it was normal for us. In hindsight that may seem "wrong" to some, but it doesn't change the fact that back then we were having a great time! Why should we look back now and judge the way we responded to these things as kids? We WERE kids and saw our lives the only way we could: through kids' eyes. And THAT'S what most of us have had so much fun reading about these past few months! I hope that we can get past all this and get back to what it was about the Alumni Sandstorm that made us look forward to each day's edition in the first place: common memories about our unique and mostly happy days growing up in Richland! ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/7/98 13 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From Dick Wight (52) I remember the flood, though that school year I was a freshman at a military school in Portland. The next winter, I remember the Yakima River froze over again, and some volunteers from the cadet Civil Air Patrol squadron (me among them) patrolled the river watching for ice jams. Cold work, but it beat going to school (or so we thought). Anyone remember Dutch Haag? He was a history teacher (I think) and cross country coach then "fleeted up" to vice principal around '51 or so. In later years ('77 and later) I was in the Port Angeles Kiwanis Club with Dutch and he had absolutely astonishing recall of the students way back in the '50's. Dutch helped me a lot, arranged for me to do advance work in Dec. '51 and take my midterm final exams on Jan. 2, 1952 and I joined the Coast Guard the next day. I always "checked in" with him in the '50's every time I was home on leave. Dutch moved to Port Angeles sometime in the '60's, I think, and was principal at Port Angeles High and before retirement was, I think, asst. superintendent. Fine man. He died a couple years ago, and I attended his funeral. Remember Walt LePage? He taught science classes, meteorology etc. and was a pilot and flight instructor who taught many of us how to fly. He himself flew to work often from across the river where he had a farm. Walt was alive and well last summer when we had a CAP reunion in Richland, organized by Kay Mitchell Coates (52). -Dick Wight (52) ======================================= >>From: Millie Finch Gregg (54) Maren - With Gary being gone until the 11th, you have a full house, but you are doing a wonderful job and providing a great service, free, to all Bombers who want to share memories. Every day when I get the Alumni Sandstorm, I am amazed at some of the things I read. I guess I shouldn't be because I know there are people who always have an "agenda" to present. To: Irene de la Bretonne (61) - I must say I was quite taken back that my reference to "dumb" girls basketball rules of the 50's you considered political. However, I read your message, and I hope you have a wonderful day. To: Vera Smith Robbins (58) -Thank you for your reply. I agree this site is for fun and memories and not for argument sake. We get enough of that in our daily living. But Gary and Maren established this site for an escape and a reflection on our past as children growing up in a unique town. To: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) - I appreciated your comments in the 9/26 issue. I too hope we never repeat the past. But here we can reflect on the home town that provided us with lots of good friends, and as children provided a wonderful life!. To: Rick Maddy (67) - You made reference in the issue of 10/5 about my statement of how I viewed this site, and what it's intent is. If you will re-read my comments, I said it was my opinion, and did not ask anyone else to agree. You know comments can continue to be made, and innuendoes stated, but I guess as a 62 year old, who grew up here, and with failing health, I choose to look on the bright side of today - not yesterday which is gone.... nor tomorrow, which isn't even here,...... but today... it is present (a gift) and I am grateful for all my family and friends and try not to sweat the small stuff! but to look for the bright side of everything. To: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) - I agree, it is unbelievable that a letter could be earned for basketball the way we had to play. Do you remember they often had free throw contests? I won a trophy one year for that as I was able to get 47 out of 50 (or some such #'s). Being as short as I am that was truly amazing, but I was sure proud of that trophy. And to: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) - you said it so perfectly. I wish I could hear more from my classmates - where are you??? Thanks again Maren.......... -Millie Finch Gregg (54) =================================== >>From: Norma Loescher Boswell (53) Sandstorm: "Termination winds," our parents called them. Brown, blinding winds rattled windows, shook walls and blew drifts of sharp sand into every crevice. After each episode came the whir of the vacuum and the whisk of the broom. Keeping a Richland prefab clean was never easy. We heard tales of immigrants returning home because of these winds. Not us, of course. Stubborn German stock, the Loeschers, bolstered by resilient English lineage. Children of such people could deal with sandstorms. My first sandstorm came as I was learning the bus system. It was 1944 and I was eight years old and going to Sacajawea Grade School. Marcus Whitman was on the school system's drawing board and would soon be built near my neighborhood on Thayer Drive. "Sacky" was a few miles north on Thayer and then a few blocks east on Williams Boulevard. I was wool-gathering on the bus home from school when I noticed the blue sky turning brown. Newly planted trees began to bend and point south. The bus turned a corner and I heard the wind whistling for attention. Sand hissed like rattlesnakes on the metal skin of the bus. I looked for street signs and panicked. There were none I could recognize! Through the thick brown air I managed to pick out a street sign — Duportail. I stood and pulled the overhead cord that signaled the driver to stop. As the bus departed, I saw I had missed my regular stop. This was not Thayer, but Smith. I ran back back along the way the bus had come, checking the intersection signs. Eyes squinted into slits. Bare legs were peppered with grit. There was Sanford. I was getting warm! Luckily, it was Indian Summer. I felt no cold, only embarrassment, chagrin, sand pins in my legs and increasingly wet eyes. I could run faster without books in my arms, but I held them close to my chest, protecting them as they armored me. I passed Rossell, then Robert, and finally turned left on Thayer. There were the welcoming pots of red geraniums on our white porch and tropical foliaged drapes in the windows. Home had never looked better. "Shut the door, quick!" Mom said as I burst in. "I just finished vacuuming before the sand started blowing." Then she added, "Look at those red legs!" After my story she shook her head. "Where did you get your sense of direction?" she joked. "Well, sandstorms make all these houses look alike." Today I still see those 1944 rows of flat-topped houses sitting like cracker boxes on bare sand. Before long our lawns grew. Trees and other plants anchored the sand. After that time, sandstorms seemed more civil, depositing more than they took away. Now they are part of Richland's character, woven into our lore. Richland High School's newspaper has been called the Sandstorm for more than half a century. Bomber cheers, Norma Loescher Boswell ===================================== >>From: Irene Smith Gostnell Goodnight (59) Re: Desert Bloom There's a movie called "Desert Bloom" that was made in 1984-5 by some friends of mine when I was living in Fairfax, CA. It's on video, starring Jon Voight, Jobeth Williams, Ellen Barkin, and Annabeth Gish, and last time I checked it was still available for rental at video stores "in your neighborhood". I did the music coaching of the little girls, plus I was working for the Associate Producer, so I got to be on the set for the making of the movie. I even appear twice as two different characters in the movie! Once as a Red Cross nurse during the blood testing sequence (complete with the familiar "dog tags" like we had in Richland), and once as a teacher arriving for work one morning at school. It takes place in Las Vegas, NV. in 1950. The bomb testing site. It's an excellent portrayal of the mentality of the time - a true story, written by the husband of my friend who grew up then, and was in a world not unlike our own. The secrecy, security - "top secret" - with lots of speculation by the population there as to what the Testing was about, and when it would be...... Written as viewed through children's eyes, with the social problems of the day, (divorce, stepfathers, alcoholism, gambling) as a backdrop to the testing itself. An interesting commentary on our memories discussion, and a real walk down memory lane! My name's in the credits; it's my only brush with Hollywood! Irene (Smith) Gostnell Goodnight ('59) ================================== >>From: Denny Damschen (62) I have to disagree with those who have said that our little bomb exercises in grade school (where we went into the hallway and laid on the floor, at an angle, for some reason, and put our hands on our heads to protect ourselves) were silly and useless. I participated in the prevention exercises as much as any of you and I can honestly say that I have NEVER been hit by one. denny damschen (62) ======================================== >>From: Ann McCue Hewett (63) HI! Still here, still reading and enjoying the memories. Some time back someone was remembering the ministers at the various united Protestant churches.... and mentioned a Rev. Bob at CUP.... he was Bob Uphoff. My family still attends CUP.... ever remember the church bus with the logo "My CUP overflowth"... was that a cool dream or a reality. I find it fun to keep reading..... I had written on my "memory list" the red dot and margarine and remember squishing it in and lo and behold a couple days later it came up as a topic. Thanks! Must return to the real world.... keep the good times rolling. Ann McCue Hewett (63) PS I know there are other memories I would like to acknowledge but it is 7:15 am and my brain cells are all gone from yesterday.... you know what they say... the long ago memories stay, the others go.... ========================================== >>From: Jim House (63) Maren, Patti Snider Miller's report on the 9/19 football game triggered the discussion of "the cloud". I want to know who won the game and did anybody assault their coach? Call me shallow! -Jim House 63 ===================================== >>From: Veronica Yates Jones (64) Hi everyone-- Someone asked how long the little cedar chests were given out to graduates. I don't know the whole story for Richland, but I received one in '64.. and... I have one that my mom received in Missouri in 1941(?). Always thought it was a promotional gimmick so the girls would buy a cedar chest. Another topic I haven't seen is the visit by the Kobe Japan choir in late 1962. I had one of them stay with me. It happened to be at the time of the anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor, and we all tried to be politically correct (before there was such a thing!) Keep up the good work, Maren and Gary. --Ronnie =================================== >>From: Gregor Hanson (65) For Information purposes only - no political agenda!! ******************* Letter from Karen Randolph: The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention's National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health (NIOSH) sponsored a health study that recently found that there is no evidence of a link between the risk of certain childhood cancers and the father's radiation work at several Department of Energy Sites, including Hanford. The study looked at workers and their children at Hanford, the Idaho National Engineering Laboratory, and Oak Ridge. NIOSH focused on a father's work exposure to radiation before his child is conceived, to see if the exposure could increase the risk of certain types of cancer in children under age 15. The diseases included leukemia, non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, and tumors of the central nervous system. In the study, NIOSH also notes a slightly increased risk for central nervous system tumors was found as part of the Hanford study efforts. However, the increased risk is not considered significant by the study from a statistical standpoint and may require additional studies. NIOSH is in Richland today, October 6, 1998, to offer presentations to employees and the public that explain the study and its results. The presentations for employees are being offered in the Federal Building Auditorium twice today, from noon to 1:00 p.m. and again from 4:30 to 5:30 p.m. There will also be a public presenta-tion on the study tonight at 7:30 p.m. in the Federal Building Auditorium. A videotape of the presentation will also be available for viewing at a later date. Karen K. Randolph, Director Office of External Affairs =================================== >>From: Rick Maddy (67) I had several emails concerning my "rules" opinion, rhetoric, hog-wash, run-on sentences, and whatever else it was called by several of you. I was simply wanting to hear all (vs. some) of the differing accounts of growing up in Richland. Gary and Maren have started this great opportunity for all of us to hear from people from every graduating class RHS has had. Of particular interest to me, the 1943 to 1960 grads, but certainly not leaving out the 1998 class. What we saw, what we felt. To suck on the candy-coating is great, but when it breaks through into the more sour parts, many of us want to just simply spit it out. This leaves a lot of our story missing. We should be able to speak about all of it; there are those of you that knows what really happened, or where something really was, or the actual name of a place, person, or thing. We can now find out that the brown dog was really black with white spots. We can now all be educated, enlightened, and entertained by getting objective facts straightened from our personal misinterpreted histories. I was thinking the Alumni Sandstorm was not to be in the same vein as the one printed during our high school years, but a venue for some of the more adult topics as well, an addition to, extra, extra. Myself, I have no problem putting my head on the chopping block for all that need to pick up an ax and take a swing. And yes, I have heard the saying about keeping your mouth shut so as to not leave any doubt about one's intellectual state. Did anybody ever go faster than 25 miles per hour over the washboards, other than Dick Pierce? Certainly, I wasn't the only one that captured the little brown ants and dumped them into the middle of a stirred up red ant's nest - was I? Yes, I remember the sweaters, and later, the addition of the micro-mini skirts, especially the one's going up the stairs in Mac Hall. ================================== >>From: Vickie Andersen Simmons (67) Hi Maren, Boy this walking down memory land is great! I believe Joe Largé lived at the end of my block on Birch Street. One of my most vivid childhood memories is of the first sonic "boom". (This is also a story I will never tell my children!) My brothers and I were running around on the roof of our ranch house while dad was inside watching TV. We had just gotten down when the first jet to break the sound barrier flew overhead. My dad came screaming out of the house: "What the @#%#@ are you kids doing NOW?" I guess selective amnesia wants to prevent me from believing that I was capable of making that much noise! Also, I read where someone was talking about the infertility of people who grew up where we did. I seem to be here to throw a cog into the statistics - I have two sets of twins. More later as I continue my journey down memory lane. Thanks for your effort, this is truly enjoyable! -Vickie Andersen Simmons (67) ==================================== >>From: Mina jo Gerry Payson (68) All this talk about patrol boys... I remember that about the worst thing that could happen as an "underclassman" was to have your name taken by a patrol boy to be "reported." I don't know how or to whom the reporting was done, but we were careful to stay within the lines of the cross walk and always walk our bikes across the street. Did any other elementary schools have a library club? Marcus Whitman had one up until about six or seven years ago, when the school libraries met the computer age. I was a library girl. We had red caps with white pompoms, similar to the patrol girls caps. Mrs. Pitts, the MW librarian, ran a tight ship. I remember thinking that I really deserved on of those caps. I went to good ole mom, thinking she would smooth the way because she and Mrs. Pitts were friends. Bad decision on my part. She more or less told me to suck it up and go plead my own case. Being scared of almost everything, including teachers and my own shadow, I practiced all the way to school. I went into the library, gave my speech and fled, glad to still have my skin. Apparently, I did a good job, because at the next library club meeting (we were very organized) I was one of the proud recipients of a library club hat. By the way, Bill Porter, you don't remember your spelling lesson very well. The first word on our spelling list in 6th (or was it 5th?) grade was our teacher's name -- B-R-E-I-T-E-N-F-E-L-D-T. Once again it is amazing what sticks in the gray matter after all these years! He was great and later went to the Yakima area to be a principal and eventually superintendent. ========================================= >>From: Mike Franco (70) I guess I will add my contribution to the PATROL BOYS exchange. In my 5th-6th grade era at Jefferson (1963-64) we had patrol boys who managed the crosswalks. Real cool white hats, shiny patent leather black brims, red jackets (I think) and white belt. Patrol girls guarded the doors and hallways and they carried these green army style fabric hats. I never saw one girl actually wear one.... just carried them. However a handful of us misfits found working in the cafeteria for lunch was kind of cool/anti patrol boy. Anyone remember chili day at Jefferson? Remember those cinnamon rolls? We got all we could eat.... what a deal!!!! I don't think we got paid, just free grub! I remember I was in the cafeteria working (the radio was always on) ....6th grade November 22 when we heard of the Kennedy shooting. I remember Mrs. Byrd was kind of our boss in there. I think she was Mike Byrd's Mom. Any other cafeteria crew members out there? -Mike Franco (70) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/8/98 16 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THIS IS NEW STUFF!!!! Been thinking about recent conflicts in the Alumni Sandstorm.... Here's my solution: THE SANDBOX - Petty Gripes and Cat Fights A Bomber came up with the name - pretty good, huh? Al Parker (53) volunteered to gather entries and send to me to send out to everybody who wants it. So anybody who doesn't want the SANDBOX, let me know and I'll take you off that list - and still keep you on the Alumni Sandstorm list. ************************************** Gary is either back from vacation or he's checking his e-mail from somewhere - he sent me a BUNCH of entries. I thought he and Jan were to be gone 'til the 11th... so on the off chance that they really are NOT home, send send Alumni Sandstorm 'entries' to me... We'll give Gary a break. ************************************** >>From: Jack Hooper (53) TO: Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) In the 40's and maybe early 50's horse back riding was $1.00 per hour. TO: Norma Loescher (53) Dear Norma I remember all those sand storms - great stuff! I remember going to bed one night with the ground covered with clean, white snow, and during the night a wind came up the next morning the snow was brown!!! Jack Hooper (53) ================================== >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) Do you remember Hall Patrol - we had those at Lewis and Clark - taking names of people who ran or whatever in the halls. I remember my father's disgust as I went off early to school one day to assume the hall patrol role - he thought it a silly thing to do. -Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) =================================== >>From: Denny Damschen (62) Ahhhh, Little League. Thanks, Hambone, for reminding me about the itchy, scratchy, wool uniforms. I wore my pajamas underneath. Perhaps you don't think that got a tad warm in Richland in June-July- August!! I played in the National League for Auto Supply and Machine. The field was where Lewis and Clark school is now. I was an All-Star my final year, but was pretty much 'all glove-no stick' through Little League, Pony League on Moose Lodge, and Colt League on C&H Foods (I think). I also remember the Richland American Legion team going to the American Legion World Series in Anaheim, California, I think in 1960. We got beat by Pensacola, Florida. My little brother Dale (71) was the baseball player. I played basketball as far as Freshman at CBC. (I skipped from Carmichael directly to CBC). I didn't try to play at Col-Hi, except for intramural, because I found out that girls were more fun after school than practice. I quit basketball entirely when I started consistently shooting my 20 foot jump shot 19 1/2 feet. The legs were the second thing to go. For the life of me I can't remember what was first. denny damschen (62) ================================ >>From: Don Panther (62) Well, as summer fades, fall comes on and winter threatens to be bad this year (I hope those bugs freeze this winter!!!), I've read two references to the cold winters of '48 - '50 that have triggered some of my memory cells... - I remember walking out on a frozen Columbia river near the mouth of the Yakima, holding my dad's hand and seeing a car on the Pasco side spinning around on the ice! - And as the fall winds bring a change in our weather I also remember some awful sand storms that filled the "utility room" of our ranch house with fine sand that blew in through the door cracks and also made those old aluminum windows hard to operate. Thank goodness for the shelter belt and the large rocks they covered the sand dune with (between Cottonwood, Swift, and the bypass) that provided some relief from the sand. - And there were the migrating flocks of ducks and geese that literally made the morning and evening skys alive and spoke to us of the coming winter. I remember one Saturday hunting with my dad (he was hunting and I was watching) on the Pasco side as he sneaked up to a wheat field. When the birds began to jump and fly they were sillouetted against a brilliant sunset sky! It sticks in my mind because I remember the whole sky filled black with birds! Now we see so few birds these days in comparison. I'm sure my view from a child's perspective made some of these experiences seem much more magnificent than they might be today; however, it's still the picture I see in my mind's eye, and it's those happy memories that I share with my children, much as my Dad shared his childhood memories of life as a large family of poor farmers in Redlodge, Montana. Such good memories and a wonderful heritage. Thanks... MANY THANKS... to Gary and Maren! And to all whose memories are stirred. My memories still good... just getting shorter! -Don Panther ('62) ==================================== >>From: Robert Cross (62) My cousin, Helen, and I graduated in 62. My older brother, Allan, graduated in 59. My sister Carol Cross LLewellyn graduated in 64. My other sister MaryJane graduated later (old age doesn't allow for this much thinking) and my younger brother Duane also graduated from Richland Hi (69). I almost forgot my other cousin Roy, Helen's brother. My email is Allan' s is [deleted for privacy] Helen's is [deleted for privacy] -Robert Cross (62) =================================== >>From: Earl Bennett (63) Deepest gratitude to Maren for helping me dig out some of the details in the following response to Mike Franco's reference a few days back to Col Hi dominance of Yakima Valley basketball in the mid-60's. I don't know about a 103 basketball score against Grandview in '66 (Maren found a 129-56 vs Grandview that year), as I was stationed on Crete in the Air Force by then - in fact, I don't remember that Grandview was large enough to play in the AAA league, but hey, I've forgotten more significant things than that. I should remember Grandview, though, since I was very attracted to a girl from Grandview I met through the church youth group. In fact, when we had the fund raiser selling deeds to small chunks of real estate on the Col Hi gym floor, I bought two for her (Norine Hokenson, if you must know), right beside the two I kept for myself. We never did have a chance to stand together on our "property," though. However, I do remember Ray Stein and Gary Webb (Maren seems to be fixated on Gary's impressive "stutter step" moves) as Juniors, my senior year, '63, leading the Bombers to a 103 to 59 victory over Ellensburg, possibly in the Eisenhower gym in Yakima at the District championships. It was hailed as "breaking the clock," since the scoreboard only showed two digits per team. Dave Simpson and Pook Smith were also on that team, probably Theartis Wallace and Jim House, too, and I believe a hot sophomore was brought up from JV and played in that game as well - and scored! A large contingent from Richland drove to Yakima to attend - Col Hi basketball was a major element of Richland's "community" identity then. My throat was raw for days from cheering that evening. We took third in the state tournament that year, as well as the year before and the year after (anybody else remember the lecture from the physics teacher about why the four day state tournament was a bad idea? "a bunch of drunk teenagers and pg cheerleaders is all that comes of it" - his accuracy could have qualified him as a prophet). I was always fascinated by the fact that we beat the same team, Hudson's Bay of Vancouver, all three years (or at least 62 and 63) in the final round. If memory serves, our third round losses in 62 and 63 were also to the same Seattle school - was it Ballard? I also remember either Ray Stein or Jim House talking about how great it was to play in the UW gym, because the floor was almost "springy" compared to the gyms back home, assisting with jump height (assisting everyone equally, of course). Hudson's Bay had a very slender 6'10" center named Craig Raymond who was nicknamed "the Spider" because his arms and legs spread out so far. Not too coordinated, however (I should talk). -------------------- Back to our chat: Amazing how more details crop up each time we review an old memory! I went to the state tournament one year, 62 I think, and stayed at my uncle's house just above downtown Seattle. He was a Boeing executive, in the accounting department. Eventually he was in charge of managing all of Boeing's investments. He's retired now, living in Burien and traveling all over the country every year with his wife, visiting their kids. Theirs is always the first Christmas card we get each year, with a nice summary of the year's travels. Anyway, I was in first year Russian in 61-62, and as I was waiting for a bus one evening during the state tournament, I heard two ladies at the bus stop talking in Russian, so I exchanged greetings with them, and few social pleasantries, until my knowledge was exhausted (quickly) and we switched to their much better English. It was gratifying to have real-world validation of the classroom experience (not many Russians to chat with in Richland). Later. ecb3 ======================================== >>From: Jim House (63) Re: BOMBERS 103 - ELLENSBURG 59 Maren, the victory over Ellensburg was for the district championship in Yakima. It was probably the best game we played against a quality opponent. In today's lingo they would say we were "focused" as we lead by 24 points after eight minutes. There was an element of revenge. Ellensburg had the league's leading scorer and had previously beaten us on their home court in a game that saw four Bombers foul out. The loss in Ellensburg included my lowest personal moment in sports that still haunts me today. Some Sandstorm readers may see the subtle connection with my comments concerning the Walla Walla football game of 9/19/98. Regards -Jim House ====================================== >>From: Kathy Rathvon (63) Does anyone remember the name of the librarian at Jefferson? She was so wonderful & kind. During the lunch hour, when it was too cold to go outside, she would teach the girls how to knit and crochet. She also taught my class (I don't remember what grade) the titles and authors of the classics. She gave us hints on how to remember the authors - like Salten wrote "Bambi" - deer like salt licks, so Salten. She was one of my favorites. -Kathy Rathvon (63) ====================================== >>From: Rod Brewer (65) Anyone know anything about Judy Ley (67)? -Brewer ======================================= >>From: Bob DeGraw (66) To all Bombers. (Notice that I don't say Alumni or alumnus because.... When your a Bomber, you are a Bomber all the way. From your 1st Bomber breath to your last Bomber day!!) I would like to add my thanks to Maren and Gary for the work that they are doing. It is evident, that for the most part it is a very positive thing that has stirred some great memories and feelings for those of us who grew up in Richland and attended it's schools. I was going to respond to Irene Hays about her views concerning the "symbols of death and destruction" but by the time I finally calmed down and put away my nuclear toys I decided not to embarrass myself. As I thought about our mascot/s, a couple of things popped into my mind. First I thought "Who or which class was responsible for naming us the Bombers?" (ok club 40's, here's your chance) Second, who or which classes actually had a bomb that they put out into the center of the court during warm ups at basketball games. ( I have a story about a bomb that I will relate on another occasion) Third, despite it's destructive nature, how many of you who have witnessed a nuclear explosion can honestly say it's not fasinating to watch. Fourth, is our mascot the Bomber or the Cloud or both or what? It was always the Bomber during my days. I don't ever recall having either on our football or basketball stuff. I do remember having a bomb in the middle of the Basketball court during warmups. My memories of Richland are all good. I was never bothered by the "secrecy" factor. I was never afraid of what was going on out in the area's. (My dad worked in the 200 West area and my Grandpa worked in the 300 area) I never had concerns that I was being radioactivly poisioned. My Grandpa was 93 when he died and my grandma is 90. They had 9 children all of which are still alive. Other than bulging green boils all over my body I am fine. My 5 kids are all wierd but I don't think it's due to radioactive genes. I always thought of Richland as a small town. (which it really is) When I was growing up,there were around 23,000 people there but to me it was like a 5,000 people town. What bonded us together was the commonality of our parents. They all worked in the area's or in support of the area's. They all got on the bus at the bus stop on the corner at about 8am and they all came home on the bus at the bus stop about 5pm. I used to run down to the bus stop every night to wait for my Dad to get off the bus. (At 5:10 like clock work) They all made about the same amount of money and so we all lived in the same quality of housing, ate the same quality of food and were able to dress about the same. I think most of us had some sort of religious affiliation, and our morals were pretty much the same. And as it follows, because of the commonality, most of us had similier experiences growing up. We went to the same places, we did the same things at school, we did the same juvinial delinquent things to get into trouble. I think I should add a note here. In all honesty I think because you West Richland kids lived so "far away" and because you were probably the only ones who had to be bussed, many of us "in town" kids thought you were a little wierd too. But for the most part, that was just until we got to know you. (Except the ones who came to school with horse manure on their boots. You guys were still weird) So it is natural that most of us grew up with the same feelings and that those feelings still exsist today. For those of you who still live in Richland or that area, maybe some of those feelings have changed with the times. But for many of us who have left and only make occasional visits, those feelings are just about as strong as when we lived there. And the memories we are sharing just reinforce some of those feelings. My home is Richland! With the exception of 3 years (1971 to 74) I have not lived in Richland since 1967. I have been in Alaska for 21 years. And although I have enjoyed living in Alaska, I have never thought of it as home. Richland is my home and I am a Bomber! (and a Cougar) And I say....NUKE UM!! (with a growl) -Bob DeGraw (66) ======================================= >>From: Pam Ehinger Nassen (67) How about all the Christ the King kids, do you remember the patrol boys and girls? We had hall monitors, for all of you that missed the world of CK, there were girls and boys who stood in the halls and bathrooms and would hand you a pink slip if you were caught talking. On Fridays they came to the class rooms and called out your name if you had a pink slip. How about Mother Superior, I believe here name was Sister Marie. She was very short. When the short skrits came out, she'd come up and tap you on the shoulder and that ment to get down on you knees to see if you skrit touched the floor! Then when we left the safe haven of CK and went out into the world of public schools!! Some to Carm. and some the Chief Joe, what a rude awaking!! In CK were called by the proper name, Pamela, Gerald, Garland, ect. so we became Pam, Gerry, Gary. We were use to standing when called on, no more, we use to stand when an adult came into the class, no more. I know at Cheif Joe, my first class, when a person came in there were 3 or 4 of us CK kids and we all started to stand but stopped real quick when we noticed we were the only ones. Also the first time when called on, I started to stand to anwser and everyone looked at me as if I had two heads, believe me I sat very quick! I know this is suppose to be a Bomber site, but we CK kids made up a lot of the class of 67 and many others too! We'er one in the same Bombers and CK graduates!! Ya All Have a Great Day Ya Here!! Pam Ehinger Nassen (67) ==================================== >>From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) I've been trying to remember all the games we used to play at school. I was hoping maybe some of you could remember some of the games, jump rope rhymes, or anything else you can think of. So many of these games are no longer played by the children and I'd like to teach some to my grandchildren. I remember the jump rope rhyme: "Mable, Mable, set the table. Don't forget the red hot peppers." And part of: "Mother, Mother, I feel ill. Call the Dr. over the hill." We used to play crack the whip, red rover, 4 square, jacks etc... Does anyone remember the Eskimo yo-yo? All this talk about the sand storms reminds me of my mother when she use to hang wet sheets at the windows and doors trying to keep the sand out. I don't know if it worked or not. I loved the sand storms! Living in Richland, it was the most exciting thing going on! Susy Rathjen Whitney '71 ===================================== >>From: Darvi Markfelder Hull (72) I really appreciate all the work you guys do on this. It is priceless. My family moved to Cullum St. in 58 and we went to Lewis & Clark elementary. There was also a very old spooky looking building across the street from our house, was told it was the old high school, sure would like to hear more about that building, was that also Bomber land? I was just 4 then, but I remember how it looked, my sister, brother, and cousins, Randy and Marlene Kozitka would bravely go over there and tell ghost stories at twilight time. Thanks again, Darvi Markfelder Hull 72 ============================================ >>From: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) TO: Norma Loescher Boswell (53) - your sandstorm story was great! I'm glad I never experienced true termination winds like that! When I was in grade school (Marcus Whitman 1964-70) the sandstorms always seemed to hit when we were outside on the playground! I can still see all of us girls hopping up and down frantically as the sand stung our bare legs -as if that somehow would lesson the sting! Re: the bomb drills - they quit having us do them by the time I was in 2nd or 3rd grade. And I don't remember having to lay down flat when we did them. I remember crouching down on my knees with my head down (forehead touching the floor where it met the wall) and my arms over my head. Maybe this was the new-and- improved duck-and-cover method for the sixties! Does anyone else from my generation remember this, or am I just losin' it?! I also remember being a member of the library club at Marcus Whitman. I was scared of Mrs. Pitts for some reason, though. Wimp. We didn't wear hats, but we each received a pin to wear. I still have mine. Larry Reid - I was a Patrol Captain in 6th grade. Although we girls still only patrolled the hallways and the steps. Fortunately we didn't have to wear those hats someone described! I remember what a tiny little Patrol office we had. It was right next to the main office I think. It was a great place to play in! One day there were about 4 of us in the Patrol office and we shut the door. One of the boys climbed up the shelves and squeezed himself between the ceiling and the top shelf, when all of the sudden the door flew open and it was a teacher shouting, "what are you doing in there!" I can't even remember which teacher it was - perhaps Mrs. Downing - but we were mortified! I'm sure we all had that "deer in the headlights" look on our faces! By the grace of God, that teacher never looked up to see the kid on top of the shelf! Whew! Did anyone else ever attend a preschool called "Musical Kindergarten"? My teacher was Mrs. Carter, but there were different teachers before her. I remember it being a lot of fun. I also remember the day my Mom was driving me home from MK and we heard on the radio that President Kennedy had been shot and killed. I can still see my mom's hand reaching for the volume control on the radio as they repeated the report. Then she started crying. I was 4 1/2 years old, and the news scared me more than anything else. I thought that it was impossible for a President to die! I remember wondering if it meant something bad was going to happen to all the rest of us. Well, enough comments from this after-the-60's graduate! -Marjo Vinther Burt (77) ==================================== >>From: Ed Morales (89) Re: I am a Bomber too! Hey Gang, How's it going. My name is Ed Morales and I went to RHS my freshman and sophomore years. Please add me to the list. I would love to hear from anyone! (Especially those who were my classmates at Badger Mountain Elementary and Carmichael Junior High!) Thanks, Ed Morales PS oh by the way I graduated class of '89 ====================================== >>From: Sara Gonzales (96) Just a little note, My name is Sara Gonzales (class of 1996). Not quite what you guys were looking for, but just wanted you to know that this is a great thing you are doing. My mother doesn't have an email address so she is using mine to receive her Alumni Sandstorm. She is Susan (Ward) Gonzales [65]. My aunts are Sherri [63] and Sandi Ward [66] (both with new last names). Just wanted to let you know that even though a lot of people say that kids nowadays dont feel anything, everyone who graduates from RHS feels the same way you guys do about it. The Bomber Pride is just something that you will have forever. It will always be our school. This is a great thing you guys are doing, thanks for listening, oh yeah my sister is also Bomber Alumni, Joni Gonzales Class of 1989. We are a total Bomber Family. Bomber Pride, Sara Gonzales (96) P.S. Thought I would share my classes Senior Motto with you: Growing up tall and proud, in the shadow of the mushroom cloud. ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/9/98 25 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Are there any Bombers old enough to recall the Pasco vs Richland basketball games? Especially the ones with Gene Conley of Richland and Dick Winship of Pasco. Talk about a bucket of blood in the old gym. Those were the days. Sunnyside had Don Sailor. Then there was the Bernie Hancock of Pasco era. This was the guy that would shoot hook shots from half court and make them. On the sand blowing discussion, my sister Norma, reminded me how we would wake up in the morning and find an outline of our head on the pillow made by falling dust. I can still see my mother hanging on to the side of our prefab hose in hand trying to keep the grass seed from blowing away for the 10th time. Did anyone ever have a run in with Curshaw the game warden? He caught Jim Thompson, his brother, and me hunting in the horse pasture. I had my dad's 30-30 and they each had 12 gauge shotguns. He took us to the police station, scared the h-e-double toothpicks out of us and then took us home. Remember, if any kid got into trouble with the law, his father was fired. Man, were we scared. He told my dad that we shouldn't be hunting without a licensed adult. Whew!! -Ralph Myrick (51) ==================================== >>From: Jane Rollison (52) I have no political ax to grind in this paragraph, but recent discussions in the Sandstorm regarding how our perceptions and viewpoints have changed (or not) over the years brings back this story: When I was a high school student, EVERYONE KNEW that the kids attending Kennewick High had somewhat loose morals. In other words, Kennewick Girls Were Easy! A few years after graduation, when I became friends with a graduate from Kennewick, I found out that EVERYONE (in Kennewick) KNEW that Richland Girls Were Easy! It all depends on your point of view. . . Are there any Bombers out there who lived in the original town of Hanford, either before or during the Manhattan Project? I would be interested to exchange stories about life there in 1944. (Surely some things I remember can't be true!) -Jane Rollison Hightower (52) ============================================ >>From: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) Gary - No, I'm not related to Chuck Groff (64). There was lots of confusion when we were kids with all of 2 Groff families in one town. Shows what a small town we had. My brothers were Phil (58) and Bill (61) and my sister Marilyn (63). My apologies for sending you that note - right after I sent it, I went back to the last Alumni Sandstorm and saw the note about you being gone. I sent a quick "OOPs!" note to say I had goofed, but that note ended up on Maren's computer. I decided I'd done enough, I'd just leave it alone. By the way, Chuck Groff lives in Kennewick and has been on the Kennewick City Council for a number of years. Don't remember how the last election turned out. I've never meant any of that Groff family. Great idea - "Sandbox" - sort of a something for everyone. Al, you are great to take on this responsibility -might get a little deep. I'll probably just be a lurker on that web site; not great with controversy. But, you never can tell, I might just need to add my 2-cents. Norma Boswell: Your memories were so great to read. Your description of the termination winds was so easy to picture. The termination winds were not about to affect my dad. We were living in Spokane when he first got this job. He needed a job so badly that anything would have been acceptable, as long as it wasn't illegal. We lived in Sunnyside for about 18 months until we finally got a place in Richland. I remember my mom's complaints about the constant sand and grit - but no one ever mentioned leaving. I also remember the terrible snow storm we had in the early spring of 1950(?). We were in school at Carmichael and they wouldn't let us leave until someone came to pick us up. My parents were both working and stuck where they were. My friend's dad came and got us and dropped me off at home. Then I wondered about my brothers that were at Spalding. As it turned out, Spalding dismissed school and all those little kids were left to fend for themselves. My youngest brother, Bill (61), said that the wind picked him right up and threw him against a car. He ended up with some frost bite. It took both of them quite a while to walk home - from Spalding to the corner of Cottonwood and Olympia. Our folks were extremely unhappy with Spalding - especially since even the Junior High wouldn't let us leave without a ride. Millie Finch Gregg: I remember the stupid girls basketball rules. I was too short to be a forward so had to play guard. I hated it, because that meant that I'd never get a chance to get a basket because as a guard I couldn't pass the center line. It just wasn't fun; so I didn't play basketball except when I had to in PE. I was used to playing sports with all the kids in our neighborhood and we were all on the same footing, girls and boys alike. No one gave us any breaks just because we were girls and we had so much fun. Apparently the rule makers didn't think girls had enough stamina to run the whole floor. By the way - I agree with you, Millie, that calling the girls basketball rules "dumb" was not a political statement. Everything, good and/or bad, that happened when we were kids were part of what makes us who we are. The whole of growing up in Richland was in some ways unique to all of us and again, a lot of what we experienced was from the era we lived in - but so much was from living where we lived. All of it comes from our memories, as we felt back then. And, fortunately, the really political things that go beyond our childhood feelings; the things that seem to attract controversy, can be discussed in the new "Sandbox," thanks to Al Parker. However, our memories need to still be told in the "Alumni Sandstorm" - all of them as they come to us. Besides, there are new alumni signing on all the time - we shouldn't have to lay down any rules for them on what memories they can write about. They need to be "free to be" whoever they were/are. I look back so fondly on my childhood. I told my kids about it from the time they were little. For 11 years, after I was married, we lived in Michigan. I was so thrilled when we returned to Richland; so happy my kids would be raised here; they are all Bombers. All of our kids, except one, have moved away and lived in other parts of the country. As their families started getting toward school age, they all migrated back home to raise their kids here. They also have felt that their childhood here was unique - and for the most part, a lot safer than other places. Fortunately for us we have the pleasure of seeing our grandchildren on a nearly daily basis. Seems like when I get started, my entry gets really long. Hats off to Gary and Maren. You go above and beyond and we really appreciate it. Thanks! -Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) ======================================= >>From: Mary Winston Wymer (55) I have really enjoyed reading all the entries from fellow Richlanders and would very much like to see some of my classmates participate in this on-going history lesson. It's interesting to learn what was important to each of you while growing up in Richland, as indicated by the documentation of so many different memories. I haven't seen anyone mention the salt tablet dispensers on the street corners (presumably so we wouldn't keel over from dehydration in the unrelenting heat of the early 40's before there was any protective vegetation) or standing in line at CC Anderson's with our ration books to claim our allotment of sugar, butter and whatever else was rationed during the War. How about green plastic tax tokens? And, of course, because gas was also rationed, no one traveled much or very far. My 9th grade class was the first to attend Chief Joseph which was a brief splitting up of friends and friendships until we all entered ColHi. The principal at Chief Jo was Robert Chisholm and some ten years ago I met up with him again when he joined the tennis club where I was working in Seattle. To Bob DeGraw - the bomb was always a part of our Pep Rallies and was also present at my 35th reunion. School spirit was really at a high during my high school years and I remember the Snake Dances and big bonfires before our homecoming games. Going to the State Basketball Tournament in Seattle during my junior and senior years was such a big deal and we all thought we were so sophisticated! We practically had to sell our souls in order to get out of classes during that time, however, and all assignments had to be completed before we went - including reams and reams of shorthand. I remember Gary (?) from Elma who was so tall he had to take a hit of oxygen during his time outs. Not many people had TV's back then, but those who did shared theirs to cheer on the Bombers. I recently came across my miniature cedar chest in a box of old memorabilia (along with some old Sandstorms, dance programs, scrap books and cheerleading letters - including a fine looking bomber.) Thanks, Gary and Maren, for the tremendous job you are doing. It's been fun walking down memory lane! -Mary Winston Wymer (55) ==================================== >>From: Mindy Robison Smith (61) Oh, the memories that keep coming! I think I don't remember any more and then I read others contributions and..... Thanks to everyone for the input! What a heritage to pass on to our children of our growing up. Thank you to Al Parker for doing the Sandbox. I'd also been thinking that a spin off from the memories section would allow for editorial comments and the Sandstorm could continue with memories. By the way, is John Parker (59) your brother? I lived in the other half of Carol Jean Munson's house and remember when she married John Parker. Her wedding dress hung in my closet. Hall Patrol and wood paddles are two memories from Carmichael. I remember being a monitor and felt pretty stupid doing it. What would I ever do if challenged by one of the rowdy 9th grade boys? And being next to the art room made it even worse since I avoided taking art like the plague. Does anyone know what happened to Mr. Dunton, choral music teacher there? I remember going to choral competition and people there being so surprised at the size of our choir. He'd told us we couldn't drink milk a few hours before singing as it would clog up our throats. The things we remember that teachers say! About Walt LePage - what I remember is not connected with school. My dad sold him DeKalb corn and chicks. It was from the midwest and Walt agreed to try it on his farm. Seems like it grew okay. Wonder if he is still growing it? Bob DeGraw - Your memories triggered so many for me and I loved your humor! My experience was my dad coming home at different times from work depending on what shift he was on - day, swing, or graveyard. He was on the "B" shift rotation. Those shifts had quite an impact on Christmas especially when Daddy was working nights and I couldn't go downstairs (A house) until he got home, turned the tree lights on and put Christmas music on. That came such a long time after hearing the bus pull out from the Thayer stop at midnight on Christmas eve. It was then that I realized now is now and not any other time. Christmas morning, meaning gifts, would never come since we only live in the present. What a heavy realization to have. Thank goodness I fell asleep and Santa did come! I only remember the green bomb being rolled out at basketball games. There was never a thought about the destruction it caused and the cloud was the neat symbol on our class rings. We have migrating geese that go over our place. The first time I heard them I could "see" and "hear" those going over our house in Richland in the fall and telling my girls what it meant. A special connection to the past and passing seasons. Yes, I thought those West Richland kids were a little weird too...until I married one! -Melinda "Mindy" Robison Smith (61) ======================================= >>From: Dan Day (62) Earl Bennett (63)wrote, "Hudson's Bay had a very slender 6'10" center named Craig Raymond who was nicknamed "the Spider" because his arms and legs spread out so far. Not too coordinated, however (I should talk)." No. You might be surprised to know that he went on to play college and professional basketball for many years. Played both in Europe and in the NBA. Now lives in San Diego. -Dan Day, Class of 62 ====================================== >>From: Jane Walker Hill (62) Class of '62....HELP! Anyone know where these classmates are? I mailed out flyers and these were returned "not at this address". The last known address is in parenthesis. Thanks! Russ Syberts (Lynnwood), Paula Beardsley (Richland), Rob Abrams (Seattle), Mike Wilson (Richland), Joyce Herbel (Spokane), Bob Card (Walla Walla) Jane Walker Hill ('62) ======================================= >>From: Connie Foster McLean (63) Maren, thanks so much to you and Gary for doing all of this!!!!! It must be a full time job for both of you. I check it the first thing when I get to school each day, in fact I've been coming in extra early just to get other things done before I sit down to read the newest news and oldest fond memories. Please keep me on the Sandstorm list, but I do want off the SANDBOX. With everything I have to do in this world -- between full time teaching, full and/or part time mothering of 3 wonderful young adult sons (one of whom has Down Syndrome -- only God knows if that was a result of our environment, but I've seldom questioned the "why"!); full time "wifing" to my exceptional and successful husband who happens to have MS (and NO, he was not raised anywhere near radiation!); and attempts at other aspects of a "balanced life" -- I don't have the time, energy, or interest in griping about or philosophically rehashing the past. Our government and our parents were truly pioneers, forging ahead with an entirely new technology. They did the very best with the information they had and made the conditions as safe as humanly possible. As I have certainly discovered in my 53 years, there are no guarantees in life, but it is much better when we make the best of what we have! Hats off to all of those positive memories and comments that make us smile and remember things otherwise long forgotten or stored in the depths of our memory bank! -Connie Foster McLean (63) ================================== >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) TO: Don Panther (62): Good News. All of those Geese that you remember "darkening the sky", that aren't there any longer, have been found. They are all doing well and living at Juanita Beach and around Green Lake. No one is bothering them, 'cause "No one goes, where the goose goes". I can only imagine how many there would have been had it not been for Ron Richards and the Chipmunks (Bob and Bill Hyatt) dealing out their own form of Frontier justice on Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays if memory serves me correct. Billy Chipmunk liked to get'em while they still had their heads under their wings. Gary Crow had a great hunting spot down along the Colubia by the "Y', that earned he and his Dad special attention from Mitch Kershaw. You could run up from the blind and get a burger at "Berts Diner". It was known as "The Poacher Special" Frank Osgard used to road hunt for Ducks out in West Richland. None of the ducks he shot had webbed feet, but they all had white feathers. On closer examination they looked a lot like Leghorn Chickens. He claimed that was why "he didn't need no stinkin' license", and there was no limit. His Doves also looked a lot like someone's little sisters 4-H project. Someone at the reunion said Frank had been a cop in LA. Serve and Protect, those were the first two words I would have used to describe Frank. Pook and Monty Franklin were a couple of White Hunters, ala Frank Buck. It didn't have as much to do with shootin' ducks, as getting up early and smoking Pall Malls in Pook's 51 Chevy. The morning air smelled a lot like the inside of the Bowling Alley -Jim Hamilton (63) ====================================== >>From: Danny Raddatz (64) The memories come slowly back. Early childhood Summer: Dodging at least 50 sprinklers on the hill below Col High. The ice cream man (Steamboat Staley?) Winter: Chinooks. I remember a foot of snow disappearing in 5 hours. I also remember a crust on the snow that would almost support me. Spring: I got this little PT boat in a box of cereal. You were supposed to fill it with baking soda and let it go in the bath tub. I put an ant named Christopher Columbus inside and let him go down the gutter. Fall: ? My junior and senior years I lived on Putnam, across from Mark Browne. He or his brother John was the first person I heard sing "Whiskey and Blood on the Highway" and "Plastic Jesus". I also remember fragments of a poem Mark wrote (I don't think it was for a class) called "The Gollywobbles". The riverbank is alive tonight And hazy lumen of a moon so bright Shines down upon an eerie sight. The gollywobbles breed tonight. Bill (aka Danny) Raddatz (64) ========================================= >>From Gary Behymer (64) The following Dads appear on a nice photograph of the Hanford Engineer Works Staff from January 11, 1944. Copies made upon request. Hanford Engineer Works Staff J.F.Downey, E.R.Farnsley, J.C.Fulling, W.A.Fulling, W.A.Monihon, CD B.Neighbors, H.D.Reese, M.M.Shaw (This is a lady nurse), T.J.Bulger, J.M.Wetherhold, J.P.Griffen, P.M.Hayword, C.J.Schaeffer, B.M.Maris, J.S.McMahon, M.V.Armstrong, T.E.Ewing, D.B.Purcell, J.F.Mattingly, F.H.Trapnell, H.F.Johnstone, H.A.Behling, R.M.Carpenter, P.G.Bintz, J.J.Zacovic, E.T.Norton, A.B.Cason, G.R.Moore, R.J.Snapp, F.P.Clipp, R.L.McNurlen, C.L.Huff, H.E.Boswell, G.G.Oberchain, D.A.Hauser, J.W.Hammett, C.P.Lawson, E.N.Wooley, L.C.Britton, F.W.Nunnally, N.E.White, I.D.Behymer, E.W.Slusher, R.J.Lanches, J.E.McCook, P.O.Miller, S.P.Browne, T.C.Wilson, E.E.Padgett, W.E.Lee, R.G.Witt, W.W.Wood, T.E.Hall, T.F.Brown, R.A.Mitchell, J.S.Parke, M.B.Johnston, W.B.Durrette, E.PH.Willette, S.P.Carpenter, C.W.Funk, C.L.Saunders, O.H.Bynum, W.J.Murphy, R.E.Bubenzer, R.H.Hare, DocWysong, N.D.Litchfield, J.A.Crowley, T.Craig, W.T.Milan, D.C.Gladney, E.W.Bolin, K.R.Brown, S.W.Williamson, W.E.Douglass, A.C.Repsis, D.R.Shea, L.O.Maline, R.W.Herrmann, D.A.McGinnis, W.E.Leazer, J.Thompson, G.F.Haab, H.A.Anderson, K.H.Talbot, C.F.Maxey, A.M.Scheffius, L.E.Spence, H.B.Coleman, C.L.Graves, R.J.Martin, B.M.Abt, R.F.Mason, W.E.Conant, R.R.Myers, J.E.Sage, J.P.Holt, G.W.Foster, W.T.Tyler, W.E.Redmon, J.O.Salisbury, L.G.Ahrens, R.A.Coerver, H.F.Magoon, F.W.Burke, J.W.Mercke, H.M.Miller, H.A.Andrews, B.M.Taylor, A.J.Bruckert, L.B.Allen J.C.Lang, G.T.Cooper, E.C.Morgan, C.D.McCulloh, F.B.Twigg, S.W.Sawin, H.V.Wrasse, T.G.Lafollette, H.G.Smith, D.J.Morton, W.S.CarpenterIII, H.E.Struck, C.S.Crane, H.T.Daniels, W.V.Krewatch, R.K.Mason, L.S.Grogran, G.E.Bubb, G.P.Church, G.M.Read, M.F.Wood, T.L.Pierce, R.E.Burton, E.L.Pleninger, L.J.Harris, C.A.Sullivan, J.A.DeLuca, H.F.Nunn, G.E.Hillman, H.Villa, M.F.Highsmith, J.Warnes, H.E.Werner, S.B.Colgate 'Bomber Mania' Still available are copies of 'Bomber Mania' The History of Richland High School Basketball 1953-1980. (Cover shot is the 1979 state championship game... Richland 72...Pasco 59) This 52 page soft bound 8 1/2" X 11" has recaps of many games, a few pics and lots of stats. Copies are still available at $8.00 'priority mail'. Please email me if you are interested in a copy. -Gary Behymer ========================================== >>From: Mary Sullivan (64) Maren, Just a note of support (I'm still "into rescuing "lost souls"!!!) I guess it's the old pay back of CK! At any rate, GREAT IDEA re-THE SANDBOX!! We Bombers still know how to come together and make IT ALL WORK OUT!! We ARE a UNIQUE GROUP!! I kinda thought we might be losing some of the "old gusto" that was started by you and Gary!! But after reading today's entries I was "gladly" mistaken!! Of course it would help if I would "get down" to it and send in my "memories" a little more often!! Which I intend to do!! And you can mail me a "pink slip" signed "Sister Superior" if I fail to do so!!! Bomber Cheers always!! You are doing GREAT!!!!!! Mary ====================================== >>From: Ray Stein (64) Re: BOMBERS 103 - ELLENSBURG 59 Maren, I see someone answered your question about the Ellensburg basketball game. Did you know that Ellensburg's star player that year was Mac Bledsoe, better known as the father of Drew Bledsoe. Another one of their players, Ron Taylor, (I believe) went on to own the racehorse Seattle Slew. I'm not 100% sure about my last statement, but I've heard it more than once. Maybe someone can correct me if I'm wrong on the Seattle Slew owner. Peace, Ray Stein (64) ==================================== >>From: Cheri Rector Wickizer (65) Hi Maren I've been remembering a lot since I contacted the school about a month ago. Things I hadn't thought about in 30+ years. I moved back to Richland from Kennewick just in time to start 7th grade at Chief Jo. I remember how big it seemed. Sandra Frost (my neighbor and friend) danced at lunch in the hall in front of the auditorium. I still love to dance. We bought bags of popcorn and peppermint patties in the school store for nickel. When we started at "Columbia High" you walked unless you lived outside city limits. Because the school was under construction we had to bring a bag lunch (no cafeteria) and had 7 minute breaks between classes (instead of 5) in order to get around the construction and still had to run to make it to classes on time. The parking lots in the back of the school were gravel and you had to be careful where you were when "some" people took off or you were peppered with stones. On the way home we would stop at the drug store and get a coke and french fries for $.25. I went to basketball games and cheered so loud I could barely speak the next morning. We took 3rd in state 8 years in a row if I remember right. When I left Richland I learned that football was the big sport -- not basketball. I played basketball and "softball" and enjoyed them, but have never been much of a football fan. I also remember the "old gym" before they tore it down would literally bounce when we did "The Stomp". The new gym wasn't quite the same for dances. Ray Fisher, sent me an old Sandstorm. There were memories about the roller skating rink, the Passport Plunge, the Arctic Circle, Spudnut Shop and the movies. I was the oldest of four children and we all spent most of our Saturday nights at the roller rink. I remember the guy that worked there and dressed in black as mentioned by someone else, but don't remember his name. He had a younger brother that was there most Saturdays too and was a friend of my brothers. I also remember some kids necking in the corners - however not ALL of us did that, some of us actually skated. Last time I skated was in April this year for my niece's birthday, it was still as much fun as I remember, but I'm not as young as I used to be and though I didn't fall I sure was stiff the next day. I also remember the Plunge, we went there a few times each year and loved it. I talked to my dad recently (he's in Alaska) and he remembers going to the Arctic Circle to get hamburgers 5 for a $1 (eating out was a big treat back then). I don't remember getting into the movies with a register receipt, but I remember all four of us went every Saturday AM for years with a can of "green beans" or other food. Never knew what the food was collected for. I also remember the drive-in movies, Dad would take us and spread a blanket next to the car for the four of us. And, of course, it was one of the places we all went when dating. Are they still there? I remember mostly feeling safe - we played outside after dark, could walk anywhere day or night, left houses and cars unlocked. Most people knocked politely and then entered friends' homes. You could talk to "strangers" without fear and neighbors watched out for each other's homes and possessions. When new people moved in neighbors brought food, loaned tools and helped in any way they could. Most people knew their neighbors up and down the streets. It would be nice to feel that my grandchildren's world was as "safe" as ours was. After graduation in '65 I moved to Seattle / Everett, then to Warren, Ohio and then here to Virginia Beach, VA (been here since 1977) and have never found that same friendliness that the Tri-Cities had. The last time I was in Richland was just before my 21st birthday, my family moved a couple of years later. Does anyone have an address or phone number for Jeannine Erickson, I believe she graduated one year after me in '66? (I understand she's still in the Tri-Cities somewhere), I'm also looking for address and phone numbers for Lana Joyce Clayton and Linda Kirkendall from the class for '65. We used to go to Spokane to visit my Aunt and Uncle and stop somewhere (outside of Pasco, I think) and get fresh potato chips from a little factory out there. Sometimes they were still warm. They were always good. It was a wonderful to find the "Bomber" sight on the internet and visit home again. Thanks for a great site and for the good work. Looking forward to the next Sandstorms. -Cheri Rector Wickizer (65) ==================================== >>From: Gregor Hanson (65) Did you know that the school newspaper at RHS was discontinued for a brief period - it is now published under a name similar to the longtime Sandstorm banner title, but is now called "DUST IN THE WIND". ====================================== >>From: Micky Hemphill (66) Bob Degraw(66): No wonder I was thinking of you... what a well written letter. I was trying to think of similar words, but was waiting for someone like you. Denny Damschen(62): I believe I was the bat boy on your team and my brother's (Tom-62)... wasn't it "Nevin's Flying A" ?? Anyway, who knows! Darrel Reins (sorry about the spelling ) still owes me a dime from the 1958 Frontier Days, I bought him a coke. The National little league team, in 1960, went to the state tourney at Port Orchard, WA. We took third place. What an experience, we stayed at a Nike Missile Base somewhere in the hills above Bremerton. We got about two hours sleep per night, and at 12 years old was not quite enough. Can't remember all the team members, but I do remember the songs of that day .... anyone remember; "Please Mr. Custer, I don't want to go"? How about ;"Flying Purple People Eater" ? or "The Ballad of 1812" ? MEMORIES !! Love this Sandstorm !!....... Micky Hemphill(RHS-66) ========================================== >>From: Sandi Cherrington (66) I have truly enjoyed each and every memory and hope that you all will too. This site spans roughly 55+ years of Bomber memories. Enjoy! Comment on Bob DeGraw's (66) email of 10/8/98: I fully agree with you. My memories of Richland are all good too! Most of my friends in school (and Bob DeGraw was one of them) and all grew up in similar situations: fathers worked in the "Areas", families went to church, spent time together, and grew up together. And we grew up, knowing most of all the families in our own neighborhood, on a first name basis, never having to fear each other. Things sure have changed! I stayed in Richland after graduation, and worked at Hanford for 17 years, before leaving the Tri-City area. I'm now in living in Tacoma, but will continue to call Richland my home, as I was born and raised there. I still have ties in Richland; my son (Ryan Cherrington) and several good friends living there, and my parents, and 3 sets of grandparents are buried in Richland and Kennewick cemeteries. I remember going to my Grandmothers house in West Richland for dinner and getting to squeeze the color into the butter. When I was little, that was a high point in my visits to her house. I also remember crossing the main road (when I was in junior high), and walking up to the top of FlatTop with friends, carving our names in the cross at the top of the hill. I don't think I've heard anyone mention Bateman Island. I remember going there to go swimming and to party. Or the parties at the Gravel Pits in Kennewick. There was also a place in North Richland, out along the river, where the old trailer park used to be... we used to go there and have keggers! Anyone remember these places? Echoing Bob DeGraw's words: Richland will always be my home and I am a BOMBER! (and a Cougar)! -Sandi Cherrington (66) ========================================== >>From: Larry Brunelle (67) The "Sandbox" idea is great and appropriate for those that love a public forum for arguments. For the vast majority this Sandstorm is great for reminiscing and finding old (new) friends and you should be commended for the fine job you are doing. I just recently removed myself from a volunteer position simply because it got so political that it was not fun anymore. It is one of life's mysteries that when something, that begins so simple and easy going, must be changed by a few to something full of tension and stress to a point that the initial organizers, that started the ball rolling, feel they must move on and distance themselves from the animal their creation evolved into. I spoke to another alumni just the other day who stated that she was becoming dissatisfied with the tone of some of the letters she was reading and was contemplating discontinuing the Sandstorm because of the few contributors that were taking the fun out of her reading. Those contributors certainly have a right to their opinions but they are missing what I believe is the purpose of why you created this forum to begin with. I just skip over those letters myself, but now with the creation of the Sandbox I won't have to do that anymore. Thank You Larry ====================================== >>From: Pam Ehinger Nassen (67) TO: Sara Gonzales (96) Dear Sara, I think it is great that you are adding you info to the Sandstorm. It's not just for us old timers, we still like to hear what's going on at Col-High.... I know they changed the name to Richland High, but this old dog doesn't like to learn new names. ( Just like when they tried to change Blewitt Pass to Swak Pass, no go, it's still Blewitt!) So keep the the new info coming! And let your friends know we like hear from them too. Take Care and God Bless TO: Jack Hooper (53) Jack, I remember the $1 per ride too, and I grew up in the fifties and 60's. I remember going riding with Marsha Hopfinger (67) and Peggy Kestel (67) , and Penny Cornielus (sp) and there were many others too. So the 40's aren't the only ones that rode cheap! TO: Bob DeGraw (66) Bob, My green boils are healing just fine, my kids quit glowing in the dark last week and my 3 grandsons are dooooing muuuuch beeeter now! I hung out with most of the W. Richland kids, Marti Sterns, Patty Shelton (67), Patti Moller (67), Rick Allen (67), Jim Howard (66), (I dumped my folks 59 Ford in the W. Richland ditch in front of his house. Ditch aka canal) So I guess I was or still am a bit weird!! Nuke em until they Glow then shoot em in the dark!!! Pam Ehinger Nassen 67 Bombers Rule!! ====================================== >>From: Rick Maddy (67) [Rick has some pictures - future class of '67] Richland National League Auto Supply - June, 1960 team picture. I have this pic if any of you need it. Let me know and I will get it scanned ASAP. Forgive me for name spelling errors. The team: Mr. Willard Wright - coach DukeSnyder, DavidSparks, LourenTabeniski, DannyStorms, JerrySmith, JohnPierce, ChrisHanson, EricHanson, PhilJones, ____Worley, KerrySullivan, RickMaddy, TommyStorms, BillSinclair or, how about Mrs. Eubanks 1958 3rd grade L&C class pic. For those that passed, this is the high school class of 67. -Rick Maddy (67) ======================================== >>From: Dan Henry (68) I was a patrol boy at Sacajawea. I lived right on the cut off for going to Marcus Whitman. I was really bummed at first, but that is where I met my first love. About all it amounted to was passing notes in class but I'll never forget her. Then just as I was going into Junior High, we moved and I had to go to Carmichael. Sometimes life just isn't fair but I fell in love again so I guess things work out. Ain't love grand! =========================================== >>From: William Porter (68) The comments of Jim House (63) brought back some interesting memories. I followed the Bombers before I became one. 6 years difference in age is not much these days but back then, it was enormous. I became a Bomber fan starting when we would go to see our neighbor, A.W. Harness, play football. I knew all the players names and numbers. I remember wanting to be a sports star like Jim House. All the "big kids" we either looked up to or feared. I don't think I ever met you, Jim, but thanks for providing a lot of entertainment to a grade schooler. I remember looking up the players pictures in my sister Judy's annual and I'd read every article in the paper about the Bombers. Being a Bomber fan improved my literacy, but not necessarily my spelling. William L. Porter ========================================== >>From: Janet Devine Call (69) I'm always proud of telling the bomb-as-mascot story at gatherings and parties. I live in the Phoenix area now, but this weekend I spoke with a guy who lived in Richland in the '80's and worked for Westinghouse. He told a story that the mascot was initially a Bomber plane, and that during the war the Hanford workers had paid for a B-52 (I think?) Bomber by giving a day's pay ("a Bomber for a day's pay" or something like that...) Does anyone else know this story? I'd never heard it before. -Janet Devine Call (69) ==================================== >>From: Joanne Shadel (71) In response to Kathy Rathvon (63) When I was at Jefferson, Leona Ayres was the librarian. I can't say for sure that she was there eight years earlier but I know that she was the librarian there circa 62-66. She married (or remarried) and now uses the last name Mattison. I know that her husband has passed away but last I knew she was still living in Kennewick. -Joanne Shadel (71) ==================================== >>From: Derek Ballinger (98) Hello My name is Derek Ballinger, and I just graduated last year from Richland High. I really miss that town, since we moved a little over a year ago. It's not something I thought would happen, but now that I'm not in Richland, I really miss it. I'm glad there's other people who consider Richland home even if they've been away for several years. Some of my biggest memories are of the Sausage Fest. I was a CK kid, kindergarten through eighth grade, and we had to sell raffle tickets in our neighborhoods. Every single year, Matt Cash would sell the most and get the huge prize. Later on, I helped with the set-up of the Biergarten or the booths outside because my parents or my scout troop got involved with it. I loved seeing so many people I knew at Sausage Fest - it really made me feel I belonged there in that community. -Derek Ballinger-(98) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/10/98 10 Bombers today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Tom Hughes (56) Someone mentioned the Bomber "Day's Pay". I believe it was in early 1945 everyone in Richland, or almost everyone, donated a day's pay to fund a B-29 or B-17. I remember seeing the picture of the airplane with "Day's Pay" painted proudly on the nose. - Tom Hughes (56) ========================================= >>From: Tom Hemphill (62) Thank you so very much Gary and Maren for your daily effort to bring us the Sandstorm. Yes, growing up in Richland was very unique and many of my old Lewis and Clark elementary school mates are still friends to this day, even if we do not get together very often. This is the season that I like to recall the days when we were too young to have cars, but old enough to go hunting ducks without an adult (age 14). Ronnie Cowgill (62), Bobby Irwin (62), Mike Taylor (62) and I enjoyed our independence by leaving the house at some ridiculous early hour on Saturday and Sunday mornings and riding our bikes to North Richland to catch the ferry across the river to the "Blocks" area to go hunting. I remember the very long hill on the other side that took us to the top where the fields were. We had a favorite field with a large haystack where we had taken some of the bales of hay from the center and stacked them around the edge to make a "fort." We had some great hunts from the top of that haystack. We soon learned, however, that it was a lot better to bribe Jerry Irwin (58) to take us out there in his car. However, we never knew when or if Jerry was going to come and get us. I think that only lasted two seasons and then Bobby Irwin got his license so we could be more independent. Lots of good memories of the "good old days" growing up in Richland. My brother Micky (66) and I have a lot of fun recalling some of the events of our childhood. -Tom Hemphill (62) ======================================== >>From: Earl Bennett (63) Dan Day (62): Thanks for the update. The reference to his coordination was based on watching Ray Stein and Jim House take the ball away from him regularly (of course, they did that to everyone to some extent) - he must have been growing too fast to dribble effectively in his sophomore and junior years. Plus he didn't seem to score well more than 8-10 feet from the basket. Sounds like he really blossomed later! Janet Devine Call (69): When I was in Richland for Richland for my Dad's funeral two years ago I wandered around the deserted RHS campus on a Sunday and saw a plaque of some sort with the "day's pay" story, and a huge mural depicting the plane that was purchased. If I ever find the picture I took, and get my scanner working again, I'll send it in. Could be months away, though. Readers still living there might know of Tri- City Herald articles on the topic, too. Later. ecb3 ======================================== >>From: Kathy Rathvon (63) Thanks to all who responded to the name of the librarian at Jefferson. Several people suggested Mrs. Ayres. Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and the name Miss (or Mrs.) Hahn popped into my mind. She was the one who was so great! To Ron Richards: My dad also used to bird hunt. We had a freezer full of duck, pigeon, chukar and pheasant. I remember the first time I had pheasant in a restaurant. I was so disappointed because it had zero flavor. I also remember when my dad worked at the Area and every so often my mother would get a phone call after he had arrived at work. He would tell her exactly where the car was when it hit the pheasant. She would then load all of us kids into the car and we would drive out to the exact spot, pick up the dead bird, drive home and have fresh game for dinner that night. -Kathy Rathvon (63) ==================================== >>From: Rod. Brewer (65) Response to Ray Stein re: Seattle slew, etal I think you mean Mickey Taylor, the belligerent hotdog for EBerg. I also heard back when SS won the Triple Crown that Mickey Taylor and his wife owned the horse, which they bought for around $25k at auction. I didn't know Drew was Mac Bledsoe's kid. Small world. Thanks for the insight - now get a jump shot and you just might be a player someday. Rod ========================================= >>From: Ron Sledge (65) It's great to get the Sandstorm while sitting here in The Hague. The articles and messages bring back a lot of memories. Makes being away from home and family less of a burden. I'm really looking forward to the 2000 reunion. ========================================= >>From: Bob DeGraw (66) First I would like to thank all of those who responded to my personal feelings about Richland and the Bombers. You (some of whom I have never met) as well as others I have not seen since I graduated will always be my best friends. Now this little incident that I remember and relate is not intended to stir up any animosity between the class of 66' and the class of 65' (remember, I love you guys) but if I recall it might have ended the tradition of the bonfire. I was a junior in 65' and as I recall, a guy by the name of David Ford, (do you remember him Micky?) got a "committee" together for the sole purpose of burning the seniors bonfire prior to it's appointed time. Of course the seniors got wind of this (we suspected some punky sophomore girl who had the hots for Terry Davis) and went to plan A which was to beef up it's security force with all the tuff guys. We had several planning sessions in which we came up with all kinds of ways to sneak in and torch the huge pile of wood. I believe that the final plan went something like this. We would have a diversionary group of guys come and engage in some idle chit chat with the tuff guys and lure them to the street, which would be on the south side of the pile. For those of you not familiar with the setting. The pile of wood was in a field directly across from the police station. While they were thus engaged, the strike force would come down from the north and torch the wood. The strike force was divided into two groups. I think some of us had molotov cocktails and I think some of us just had torch's. So that was the plan. And to a degree it worked. At the appointed hour (it was most assuredly dark) the strike team parked over by the Arctic Circle and walked to that ditch that ran across the field. We huddled in the ditch and made ready our pyro devices. Then as some of our guys drove up and started talking to the tuff guys, we sprang from the ditch and on a dead run charged the pile. We threw our devices of destruction and then as the tuff guys detected our presence we ran much faster into the night. I ran as though I was on fuego! As I glanced over my shoulder I noticed that the pile was pretty well lit up and there was quite a bit of commotion going on. The police had appeared and a fire truck was pulling out of the station that was kitty corner to the field. I don't remember all of the details of the aftermath of our little adventure, but I do know that I ran back to the ditch and hid for a couple of minutes and then made it back to the car at the A.C. The fire truck did it's job and preserved the pile and as far as I know the Seniors had a great Bon Fire that year. But I don't remember our class having one. I could be wrong on that. If we did, I know it wasn't nearly as much fun as the year before. -Bob DeGraw (66) ===================================== >>From: Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) Bob DeGraw: I think we had a math class together and you were always a source of entertainment! I remember going over to your house once and thinking how young and beautiful your mother was. Nice to read your comments. Mickey Hemphill: You still come up in our conversations. Jim (Fleming - 65) mentions how much fun you guys had. Good to read your stuff, too! Driving down Elm Street over the Christmas Holidays was a yearly event for our family. One year someone had the Chipmunks displayed with them singing carols over a speaker. Wonder if the neighbors enjoyed that as much as we did! I was always afraid of being reported by the patrol boys. I remember once riding my bike home from Jason Lee for lunch and the patrol boy yelling something to me and I just kept going! I was so upset, I could hardly eat and my mother had to return to school with me and talk to Mrs. Peterson. Although, when I was in 6th grade and could wear that blue hat and boss kids around in the halls, I thought it was great! Also, a highlight was getting to ride the bus to Chief Jo at the end of 6th grade and getting a tour around the school to introduce us before we attended the next fall. My dad told me once that the reason he started working in the area was the availability of housing. I guess housing was pretty scarce then. He said he looked at a basement apartment that was just dug out and had no sheet rock. The people just spray painted the dirt white! -Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) ================================== >>From: Jim Hunter (66) My name is Jim Hunter. I moved from Richland to California in 1964. I was born and raised in Richland and went to school at Lewis and Clark, Carmichael, and Columbia Hi. I will always call Richland my home town. Memories of growing up in Richland are great. Little league, Pony league. I often wonder what happened to our Thrifty Drug infield, of Mike Fowler, Ken Fortune, Mickey Hemphill ? We all played a lot of ball together. Upon leaving Richland, I attended Brown Military Academy and graduated in 1966. I became a avid surfer when I moved to California and lived in Huntington Beach, in the late 60s and 70s. I then moved to the San Diego area and remain an avid surfer. I enjoy hunting and fishing with my family. I have been an engineering contractor for 21 years and a civil engineer before that. I have often wondered about all my childhood friends. Leaving Richland in my junior year was tough. My parents owned the A&W for several years, and those were the happy days. If any of you would like to get a hold of me, email me c/o my older brother, Keith (63) [deleted for privacy]. He will fax it to me. warm regards and best wishes. -JIM HUNTER (66) ================================================ >>From: Teresa Cook Morgan (73) Remember me, that shy bookish little girl that never spoke to even utter her name? That's me. Well, LOL, that's not true any longer. I knew that a lot of the families in Richland had been here since almost day one, but I didn't realize how great that percentage is. We moved here from southern California (Thousand Oaks) in 1967. I had no idea what junior high was. Well, I found out quick. Really quick, since we arrived here a week before school started. Remember those monkey suits we had to wear for p.e.? I almost wish I'd saved it to show my daughter, who still rolls here eyes when I talk about a dress code and dresses and skirts for the girls. Talk about culture shock. But it was nothing like the shock my kids endured when we moved to Mississippi and then South Carolina! Even I felt it, and I'm southern born. I remember walking the halls of Carmichael thinking everyone else in the school had to be at least six feet tall. I was short then. I'm short now. I tended to walk with my head down, peering at the floor a few feet in front of me. Usually, I'd end up walking right into some ninth grade boy who seemed seven feet tall. I've seen where so many folks have spoken of the duck and cover drills in case of a bomb drop. In California we didn't do that. . . just something even crazier. When a bell sounded, telling us there'd been an attack, we were to go quietly and quickly to our assigned area (outside, mind you) to line up where all the other kids who lived in our area would wait. Then, we'd pick up our green cards verifying said fact from the teacher and said teacher would WALK home with us, dropping off a kid at a time as we walked through the neighborhoods. The entire walk was close to an hour. Well, if your mom or some adult wasn't home, you got to take your place at the end of the line and would have to walk the rest of the route and back to the school. A friend of mine's mom worked, and she always (on drill afternoons) had to walk back to school. I can't imagine they didn't know that the fallout would be bad for all of us little darlings (snicker), so perhaps this presumed that the bomb had fallen somewhere else in the country. What? LA area isn't a target? Maybe not. If that's so, I wonder what they'd do with us if it fell close enough for immediate fallout. Wing it, I guess. I entered Carmichael in 67. Wow, what a change from grade school. Man was I lost. And Col-Hi was even bigger. Or so I thought. When I took my son to summer school last year, I walked around (defying all efforts to shoo me out) a little. It looks so much smaller. My mom was aghast at the blowing sand when we first arrived. I well remember one of her earliest shrieks of panic half an hour after she'd hung an entire load of laundry out to dry, it'd been dirtied, soiled, ruined by a wind from the devil. My mom is at best a neat nick. Hates dirt, soil of any kind whether chocolate smears or just plain dust bunnies or good clean mud. She's a perfectionist. House keeping was her job. Still is. I still remember panicking myself at the sound of her screams to help her get the clothes inside before it was too late. It was too late anyway. She re-washed everything. Back then, when our parents raised an eyebrow or said boo, we jumped. She spent lots of time cleaning windowsills for those first months. And windows. It's been nice to hear about how Richland was for those of you here before I was. I don't remember the DDT trucks. We bought a house in W. Richland because there was NOTHING to rent. I remember being relieved to avoid the customary dunking in the canal for newcomers. Snow was a new experience, too. We'd never seen it pile up before, let alone thaw and freeze and thaw and freeze. Question: when did Richland purchase snowplows? I don't ever remember seeing one when we were here before. Has anyone mentioned Mrs. Wiley, our Col-Hi typing teacher? What a character. And those awful manual typewriters and all that carbon paper. My senior year there was a joke at one of the assemblies that someone had kidnapped the #007 parking sticker and it'd turned up on Mrs. Wiley's window. For first year shorthand it was Mr. Hepper. I heard he retired a while back. Second year, Mrs. Burns. I smile when I think now that I had to drop a business class to take home ec. so I could graduate. Now the kids are permitted to substitute the other direction, or were at one time and boys are welcome, too. Back then was the tail end of that school of thought that girls always stay home and cook the bacon. Are there any 71'ers in the woodwork? My brother, Roger Cook graduated in 71. -Teresa Cook Morgan (73) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/11/98 8 Bombers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Al Parker (53) - THE SANDBOX "gatherer" ~~Maren, I would just like to remind our fellow Bombers that you have not negated your expressed intent to stop posting political and other contemporary rhetoric in the Alumni Sandstorm as THE SANDBOX, Petty Gripes and Cat Fights, Issue #1, is about to be launched. The Alumni Sandstorm has its purpose, which is Col-Hi and Richland memories. THE SANDBOX has it's purpose, too, which is freedom of expression in a Hyde Park type of atmosphere. Neither you nor I originated this idea, nor did we select the name. Valued Bomber friends asked for this and the demand is being met. Fellow Bombers, please lend me you ears: When you stand up on YOUR SOAP BOX in THE SANDBOX to express yourself, you might receive some flack from hecklers, some honest and earnest disagreement from others, or nothing but enthusiastic accord. One thing is for sure. You will be able to argue as passionately as you desire on almost any subject without interruption unless you go beyond 200 words, say something a little too prurient, or curse. You may admonish, cajole, or joke. You may express your agreement or disagreement with another person's views. You can even seek comfort for some of the things that are bugging you in your daily life, like unwashed coworkers, unfair traffic arrests or neighbors who don't clean up their yards. I expect this FORUM to entertain even more vital issues in the coming days however, issues not so petty at all. So don't be fooled by the name. Some of the feedback I've seen already causes me to believe that YOUR PARTICIPATION in THE SANDBOX will be both vigorous and entertaining, and oft times deliciously funny! IF WHAT YOU HAVE IS WORTH SAYING ANYWHERE, IT'S WELL WORTH SAYING HERE! Let down your hair and send your stuff to me, Al Parker, [deleted for privacy]. YOU are on the SOAPBOX in THE SANDBOX next! -Al Parker (53) ======================================= >>From: Larry Bishop (61) would like to know if anyone in my area, Minneapolis-St Paul ========================================= >>From: Sue Elliott Crumb Homan (62) Hello from Sue Elliott Crumb Homan, Bomber Class of '62 -- I've learned more about Richland and the whole Tri-City area from reading the Alumni Sandstorm than I knew the whole time we lived there! We moved to Richland during the summer of '57 (had been living in Colfax, Gary, where we lived at 1009 S. Lake), just before I started eighth grade at Chief Jo. In Richland we lived near the corner of Thayer and Torbett, by the water tower. I'm the oldest of four Bombers: my siblings are Toby (64), Ellen (68), and Andy (71). Our neighbors included Randy George, who would have been in my class (left before graduation to join the service), and Mr. St. John, who taught speech at Chief Jo. Some of the memories that come to my mind as I read those of others are: Rev. David Seaman, pastor of Central United Protestant Church, until he died of a heart attack while playing golf in his mid thirties. That would have been in the late '50s or early '60s; we were told by teacher as we were about to take a final exam --since many of us attended CUP and knew and loved Rev. Dave, we were VERY shaken by this news, and had a tough time concentrating on the test, needless to say. Miss Morn -- she would have taught at Jason Lee around that same time. I didn't have her, but I know at least one of my brothers did; she was absolutely beautiful, with flaming red hair, and a wonderful teacher --also died (of cancer) at an early age. Happier memories: Starlit Stairway (I auditioned for it - never got on -- as I remember, the phone number for Boyle Fuel was: EMpire 1-521. The Col High Drill Team -- marching on the football field and at basketball games, in our green skirts and white sweaters, learning about precision and school spirit at the same time. Mr. Juricich's safe driving class -- knowing I'd NEVER be able to parallel park successfully (didn't get my license till I was out of college and a mother) Riding horses from the academy in West Richland -- you had to tell them you'd been riding for five years in order to get a horse that could still walk. Swimming at the lagoon, in the irrigation ditch (do people still do that?), at the pool on Swift (my brother, Toby, was a lifeguard there, and both he and Ellen were on the swim team); the Chinook winds somebody mentioned, that could make the snow disappear almost instantly; and, mostly, wondering what made some people so 'cool' and some so NOT, and just how to get from one to the other. Now I wonder why it mattered so much! I must join all the others in their appreciation of what you're doing, Gary and Maren -- it has to be a HUGE effort, and has provided entertainment and enlightenment to so many of us; keep up the good work! -Sue Elliott Crumb Homan (62), Centralia, Washington =================================== >>From: Ron Richards (63) To Tom Hemphill: Yes, the ferry across the Columbia at North Richland was great for hunting. You didn't even have to wait for Saturdays or Sundays. Catching the ferry as soon as possible after school on the weekdays allowed you to get to the corn fields just about the time shooting hours ended. Then you could usually get your limit of ducks within thirty minutes. To Jim Hamilton: Wednesdays, Jim, not Thursdays (that would have been illegal). And Holidays, too. We wouldn't miss any opportunities. It's amazing, isn't it, how the goose has now become a city dweller. In Denver, it's easier to get a goose on the golf course than a birdie. Okay, that was really bad. To Dave Pugh: Thinking of Jim's stories about the Chipmunks, do you remember the day that you, the Chipmunks, and I got 24 ducks at Bailie's Hunting Club in the morning. Then, on our way home in the afternoon, we got 12 pheasants in the sugar beet fields north of Pasco. At this year's reunion, Jim Hamilton gave me a picture of our take that day. Jim got the picture from Mr. Hyatt's widow. I already had a copy, however, so if you would like a copy let me know. To Kathy Rathvon: Didn't your Dad have Brittany Spaniel hunting dogs? Didn't he belong to the Ale & Quail Hunting Club? Wasn't he a chukar hunting buddy of Eugene Bernard, the General Science teacher at Chief Jo? I would have died to hunt with Bernard. But basketball practice interfered the only two times he invited me. One hunting trip with Bernard would more than have made up for Bernard's practice at the end of each term of covering the clock with a sign reading "Time will pass! Will you?" That really drove me crazy. Especially when I would be impatiently waiting for school to get out so we could race up to the ferry to poach ducks. And by the way, Kathy, I'll bet that those pigeons in your freezer were really doves. To Maren: That's as close to politics as I will get in this letter. I must go now, my German Shorthair is begging me to go pheasant hunting. -Ron Richards ('63) ============================================== >>From Gary Behymer (64) To those of you who helped me out for one of your class members, thank you! Jon M Veigel (56) is at [deleted for privacy] ---------- Searching for Tommie Sparks (67 or 68) who was the lead guitarist for The Magic Fern. Also...What do Joe Keffe (64) and Dr. Demento have in common? -Gary Behymer (64) ======================================== >>From: Larry Bowls (64) Maren, You know that in every respect I appreciate yours and Gary's effort to make the Alumni Sandstorm available. Thanks again for what you are doing. I've been waiting for someone else to write the corniest thing to reflect on, so it will probably be pretty soon that I can become a contributor. Being from the south end, our level of sophistication had not arisen to the level of most everyone else's. :) I just read an entry from Jim Hunter (would be Class of 65) who is now in southern California where I also live. In fact, Jim and I have chatted and visited in person several times. His brother Keith (Class of 63) and I were next door neighbors for a part of our growing up in the south end. Working at A & W with these guys and so many others of you out there in cyber-space was a real gas. Just how many Papa burgers could one person eat in a shift? Only the Whistler knows. There are some other things I cannot reveal, it would make my parents roll over in their graves. The real question is..."who else will admit to now living in southern California?" I know of a few in the San Francisco bay area and farther north. LETS HEAR FROM YOU!! E-mail me direct. Are any of you former Vitro Engineering employees? Seems that I saw a note or two from someone. I was there 1965 to 1975 or so. Oh by the way, my wife Donna Young (class of 64) has her own e-mail now. It is [deleted for privacy] (those are underscores between the M, Donna and the B) and the best news is that we are finally going to be grandparents in March and May of next year. Speaking of next year (or the following). Do we have to start thinking about incorporation of the Y2K problem when we make reference to our graduating class? There could be some confusion. Some of you writing from the classes of the 40's scare me. I would hate to make any mistake..:) -Larry Bowls, 1964 ===================================== >>From: Paula Vinther Case (69) Billye Conley Drew (61) had a number of memories that I could relate to, especially the amusement rides behind the Tastee Freeze. The one and only "train wreck" that I have ever been in happened behind the Tastee Freeze. My dad took me down there when I was about 5 and I was so excited to go on the rides. The train, if I remember correctly, went around in a circle (very exciting!) and was driven by a man sitting in the front car pretending to be the "engineer." I don't think there were very many of us in the train and perhaps the "engineer" was a little bored and decided to speed things up a bit but we ended up going a little too fast and the train flipped off the track sending me face-first into the gravel. I got to make my one and only trip to First Aid at Kadlec. I didn't need stitches but I do still have an itty-bitty scar on my forehead from the "great Richland train wreck." My parents received a phone call that night from the woman from the amusement ride business who just wanted to make sure that I was all right. We thought that was so nice... she probably wanted to make sure we weren't going to sue! Actually that was before the days when lawsuits were so popular. I really believe she cared. Thanks Gary and Maren for all this fun! -Paula. ======================================= >>From: Creede Lombard (72) To: Teresa Cook Morgan (73) Hi Teresa, I don't know if you remember me. We shared at least one class -- choir back at Carmichael. I think that would have been with Mr. Brewer. Your letter answered the one question I remember wanting to ask for so long but was way too girl shy to even seriously contemplate following through on: "Are you Roger's sister?" :D I remember being friends with Roger -- we shared many of the same friends in high school, such as Don Colton (71), Dave Connelly (71), David Thiede (71), etc. Don's wife, Lois Clayton Colton (also class of '72), occasionally posts here. So, what is Roger doing these days? I always figured him for an aerospace engineer or something. You mentioned Mrs. Wiley the typing teacher at ColHi. Yep, she was quite a character. Under her supervision I got the rudiments of typing figured out. I was seated next to an overachiever who had obviously taken a typing class before and I was always frustrated because until I figured out that she was a "ringer" I thought I should be able to keep up with her. I escaped the class with a B and a typing speed of 35 WPM. It took the invention of the computer to bring that speed up to 80. Too bad my mind has trouble keeping up with my fingers sometimes. Used to be the other way around. I was always certain the reason PE existed was not for any supposed physical or mental benefit, but so that I could be publicly humiliated. Me. Personally. I never got better than a C all the time I was in PE, and I hated low grades (so did my parents). Besides, some people just don't look good in gym suits (Roger and I had something in common there). I was never so happy as the day I finished my sophomore year and would never, ever have to take another PE class. So, doesn't it figure that when we moved to New Jersey after my junior year I was horrified to find out they require FOUR years of PE there!!! I figured I must have done something REALLY bad to have to work off that much karma. Thankfully they didn't make me make up the junior year and as a senior I could take a semester of driver's ed instead of PE (in Jersey, it's a survival skill) so I got out with only one further semester, then when I went to college I was allowed to take courses like bowling and ballroom dance toward the PE requirement. -Creede ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/12/98 8 Bombers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) I was just talking to Brad Cutshaw (51) and he asked if I knew the where abouts of Bill Littrell (spelling). If any one knows let me know. Also. if anyone wants to send a message to Nancy Griffen (51) and/or Brad let me know. I will see that they get it. Also. Richard Gibson (51) where are you? -Rallph Myrick (51) ================================== >>From: Millie Finch Gregg (54) To all Bombers - I am so glad I'm one of us - we stick together better than glue. There is something about that Bomber loyalty that can't be cracked. The memories that have come in lately have been great, just want to respond to a few: To: Norma Loescher Boswell (53) your story of the "Termination Winds" was great. I remember them so well, and after they were gone it was the tough guys that stayed! Write some more, okay! To: Sara Gonzales (96) - I'm glad you responded. You know those of us from the 40-50's like to hear that the Bomber spirit is still alive in 1998! You are right - our pride never fades. I enjoyed your Sr. Motto also. Thanks, To: Ralph Myrick (51) - I remember so well the Pasco vs Richland BB games. In the old gym, you are right it was a bucket of blood (even though I never saw any)! Someone had mentioned that they didn't think that Grandview was large enough to be in the AAAA class. Well, in the 50's neither were we. I remember one game so vividly in 53 where we went to Wapato. It was a heart attack game and when everyone left - no one could even talk. It was the most exciting game for me. I graduated with your sister Norma and one of my brother (Charles in 50 and Robert in 51) you probably know. I enjoy your input. To: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) - hey there it was about time you got your two cents in. I'm glad you mentioned the terrible snow storm in (49 or 50). It was a blizzard and we waited for our folks to get us. Many of them had a hard time getting to Carmichael as the wind was blowing so hard across Carmichael Hill, that it was almost impossible to navigate, but soon here came good old mom and rescued me. You got it right - the basketball rules were "dumb". To: Mary Winston Wymer (55) - What a pleasant surprise to see your name, Mary. I don't know if you remember me or not, but I know you were a great cheerleader for the Bombers!! You mentioned the salt tablets and I do remember them. In the south end of town where we lived the containers were everywhere so that the workers could get them as needed. I don't remember me ever taking them though. I, too, still have my miniature cedar chest that I got from Bell Furniture my Sr. year. To Mindy Robison Smith (61) - You asked in 10/9 edition if anyone knew about Mr. Dunton. He died in the late 50's I believe. He was a great teacher. To: Bob DeGraw (66)- Your memories of the shift work and Christmas Time.. I remember one year, dad was on graveyard and the rules were no one could go downstairs until Dad got home - it was an eternity, and what's funny in my remembrance is that our aunt and uncle beat us down the stairs! Oh what fond memories. I remember standing on the corner waiting for daddy to come home. I would get his lunch box, and low and behold there was always something in it for me! Enough already, huh! I will save some more for tomorrow. Thanks Maren and Gary for a job well done..... -Millie Finch Gregg (54) ==================================== >>From: MLou Williams (60) Someone wrote and asked for the address of Paula Beardsley. I was in Richland last weekend and called her dad, Paul. Paula's current [address and phone number deleted for Paula's privacy -- but ask and you shall receive - Maren]. Her dad just had a hip replacement and is home again [ask for his address]. I told him about the Sandstorm and will be snailing him a few copies. Beardsleys had several kids in Col-Hi so some of you out there probably remember him and might send him a get-well card. -MLou Williams (60) ======================================= >>From: Vince Bartram (62) Okay, I've enjoyed reading reading all the posts to the Sandstorm. It's jogged a lot of memories, and informed me on a few things I didn't know, or had wrong. Great trip. I've seen all sorts of trivia asked and answered about life in Richland, so really had to dig for this one: What do the following people from the Class of 62 have in common? Charlene Goodenow, Carol Buchanan, Carol Crose, Sharon Brooks, Cindy Ryan, Wendie Walker, Diana Bell, Kathy Lamb, Sue Fisher, Todd O'Mealy, Jim Shirey, Ronnie Gaines, Bob Irwin, Dave Pugh, Jerry Solberg, Joe Corder, Norman Keck, Vince Bartram, Kim Watson, Kippy Brinkman, Sharon Lovinger, Jeanie Hutchins, Julie Haag, Agneta Bjorklund, Carol Johnston, Linda Lester, Mike Taylor, Denis Sullivan, John Beaulieu, Jim Sasser, Doug Quinn, Ron Gosney, Jeff DeMeyer, Bill Mathis, Jerry Fehrenbacker, Ronnie Cowgill, and Tom Hemphill. Love to hear from any and all. -Vince Bartram ======================================= [Vince--My first inclination was Student Council members, but too many from '62 missing -- my guess: they all signed your Columbian? ---Maren] ===================================== >>From: Betsy Fox Vance (63) Hi Maren and Gary, This is so neat what you are both doing. After my posting, I have heard from over 20 people. It has been great. I have one favor to ask of you. In the directory, could you list my name as Betsy (Fox) Vance? (1963) That is my married name -- and my name as it would appear in the phone book, in case anyone is passing through Missoula. Thanks very much. I will be sending another note to the Alumni Sandstorm again, here, soon. -Betsy Fox Vamce (63) ================================= >>From: Marilyn Groff Taylor (63) Maren, My brother, Phil Groff, class of "58", would like to receive the Sandstorm. I've seen some of his old friends e-mail messages now and then, Steve Carson (58) for one, so I know he will enjoy it. Thanks again, and I'm sure you don't get tired of hearing what a great job you and Gary are doing, we all are indebted to you. Phil's e-mail address is [deleted for privacy] -Marilylln Groff Taylor (63) ===================================== >>From: Mary Lou Watkins Rhebeck (63) Just a quick note to Jefferson people.... We loved Mrs. Hahn, thanks for reminding us of her, Kathy and Teresa... also our PE teacher, Violet Jones... remember that she taught us to point our finger in to where we wanted the ball to go (like Babe Ruth!!) and to this day it's the only way I can throw a ball... maybe that method would help my golf. And are there any of you who had Mrs. Viola Price for third grade? What a wonderful teacher... she taught us to remember RSVP as "Returned Signed Viola Price"... great memory association... and teaching us to spell, "when adding 'ing' drop the 'e' down to Pasco". And I must mention Patrick Vitulli in fifth grade. Tony Sharpe and I have already talked about his influence on us... he read us science fiction every day after lunch... to calm us down??? Anyway, I'm sure that my love for STAR TREK and X-FILES originated there. It was a wonderful school and a wonderful way to begin formal education.... and it's equally amazing that so many of you all feel the same.... (We even had a Jefferson song... be glad I can't sing it to you over e-mail, but I do still know it!!) -Mary Lou Watkins Rhebeck ======================================= >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) In response to Joe Ford (63): I have the newspaper article dated Friday, October 1, 1993, which has large, bold type stating "LEGENDARY ART DAWALD DIES AT 88". Maren, I will type the whole article, but you are welcome to delete it if you feel it takes up too much space. __________ "Tri-City Herald, by Gale Metcalf, Herald staff writer" Friday, October 1, 1993 LEGENDARY ART DAWALD DIES AT 88 Art Dawald, the legendary Richland Bomber basketball coach who generated some of the state's best teams spanning four decades, died Thursday. Dawald died in Spokane at the age of 88. Dawald and the Bombers were synonymous during his coaching career that ended in 1970. His teams were feared -- and respected -- from one corner of the state to the other. Dawald had a 406-149 record at Richland and took the Bombers to the state tournament 16 times. Dawald's teams were 225-54 in the Big Nine Conference. Dawald came to Richland in 1947 as a 42-year-old veteran teacher and coach coming off back-to-back state Class B basketball championship teams at Colfax. By the time he closed out his high school coaching career in 1970 with a 51-50 win over Central Valley at the regionals portion of the state tournament, Dawald was a legendary figure in high school basketball around the state. The Richland Bomber gym was affectionately renamed Art Dawald Gymnasium after Dawald retired from coaching and teaching at what was then Columbia High School in Richland during the decades of the 1940's, 1950's, 1960's, and 1970's. In 1975, he was inducted in the Washington State Basketball Hall of Fame. He was honored with an "Art Dawald Appreciation Day" by former players and residents of Richland in 1967. The 1956 team became the first Tri-Cities high school squad to break the century mark, posting a 101-65 win over Hermiston. The team placed third at state. In 1957 came one of the best, if not the best, of his Bomber teams. Led by the likes of brothers Norris and C. W. Brown, the Bombers swept to a 20-0 regular season record. In the district championship, Wapato, led by John Douglas and Richard Juarez, beat Richland 53-51. The Bombers qualified for the state tournament through the consolation round. Two one-point losses at the hands of Tacoma schools, Lincoln and Stadium, left the Bombers with just three losses by a total of four points in 27 games. The Bombers finished seventh. Next year's team may have been the crowning point of the Dawald era. The team was led by the returning C. W. Brown, and 6-foot-6 John Meyers. Losing two close early non-conference games in Spokane, the Bombers swept through the rest of the regular season unbeaten. At state, the Bombers knocked off both Lincoln of Seattle, unbeaten for two seasons and two-time defending state champions, and Anacortes. Anacortes had been state runner-up the two previous years. After a semifinal win, Dawald's Bombers met Lewis and Clark of Spokane in an all-east final. That Dawald-coached team won the first of three state boys basketball championships 58-52. All-state players like Chuck Curtis (55), Norris Brown (56 and 57), John Meyers (58), C.W. Brown (58), Theartis Wallace (62), Ray Stein (63 and 64) and Denny Duncan (66) led the Bombers to nine trophies at state. During Dawald's tenure, Richland won one title, finished third five times, fourth once, fifth once and seventh once. Peep Piippo of Richland, who played on the 1940 NCAA championship team at Oregon and a longtime coach at Chief Joseph Junior High, said few coaches were a match for Dawald. "From baseline to baseline in the game of basketball, I think he had everything covered for the high school kids," Piippo said. "There are a lot of high school coaches who think they can coach but Art was different. He really knew the game. The kids really came to play for Mr. Dawald." Memorial Services will be held Saturday at 11:00a.m. at Redeemer Lutheran Church in Richland. ---------------------- -Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ========================================== >>From: Stephen Muller (69) HI FOLKS My friend Glenna Moulthrop (66) has been sending me the Alumni Sandstorm. Please put me on your mailing list. As a Sandstorm alumni (managing editor, '69) this stuff is fascinating. And thanks for the memories! -Stephen Muller ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/14/98 11 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Jack Gardiner (61) On October 8 Denny Damschen (62) made reference about Richland playing in the American Legion World Series, in Anaheim CA. The way I remember, it was in 1959. Richland went to the Colt League World Series, in Ontario, CA. Richland did play Pensacola, FLA. We lost to Pensacola (15-1) and South Carolina (18-13). Pensacola went on to win the tournament. The team members were ... Jack Gardiner (61), Steve Cox (61), Bill Blankingship (62), Bob Sturgis (62), Doug Lukins (62), Jim Johnson (60), Jim Adrain (61), Stan Smith (62), Dennis Waltman (60), Craig Guse (61), Dick Huske (61), Reggi Jaynes (60), Butch Hexum (60), Carl Taylor (60), Craig Lansing (62), Dumas Gaines (61), George Brinkman (60) and Bob Card (62). Thanks -Jack Gardiner (61) ====================================== >>From: Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) To: Mary Lou Watkins Rhebeck (63) Sure has been good to hear and remember all the references about Jefferson Grade School. I lived just across the street on Davison Ave., so it was a short walk to school. Yes, Mrs. Hahn was a wonderful teacher. Before she was the Librarian, she taught First Grade and I was one of her students. She taught us so many extras that were above and beyond... like teaching the girls to crochet; I still crochet (when I get the chance). Also, I was another who enjoyed Mr. Coelo's art classes. Does anyone remember the PE teacher, Mrs. Jones. As I remember, she was a pretty liberal gal for back in those days. How about Mr. St. John? He was the one who brought this shy little girl out of her shell. I had him as a teacher in the 5th grade. That was the year they brought in all the construction workers from all over the country to build the houses in the district North of Chief Jo (Bower Day Homes, I think). Anyway, I was about the only one in my class who had lived in Richland and knew where everything was, so Mr. St. John counted on me to show everyone else the ropes. It sure did a lot for me that he showed that kind of confidence in me... I will always remember him for that. And, later on I had him for Speech in Chief Jo. Great teachers who left lasting impressions on all of us. Thanks for reminding us! -Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) ======================================= >>From: Cindy Ryan (62) (aka Ann Ryan) To: Vince Bartram (62) In response to what we all have in common. Maren had a good guess, now could it be that we all went to Lewis and Clark? Agneta Bjorklund doesn't fit. Now I don't have a clue. Maybe tomorrow will bring the answer. By the way does anyone remember Miss Compton (French teacher) ? She was such a witch most would spell it with a B. Dennis Sullivan sat behind me and would say before class your shaking we must be having a test to day. He then would open his book for the first time and ace the test. Not fair! I relinquished my Student Council position to Gerry Stirred because she made me so nervous in the class meetings. -Cindy (aka Ann) Ryan (62) ================================= >>From: Denis Sullivan ('62) Was that the Class of '62's Craig Lansing I saw on TLC's series, "A Soldier's Story" 10/13/98? Craig's a dead ringer for the SOG member they pictured in uniform and interviewed briefly regarding this elite unit's exploits in Southeast Asia. ================================== >>From: Don Panther (62) I worked with one of Art Dawald's grandsons, Mitch Vitulli, for several years, and I believe it was in the late 80's when Art passed away. He'd had a stroke but still maintained an exercise routine as long as he could. I had the thrill of being in the last "cut" for the BBall team in my senior year. I was too short to even be seen until I reached 5'9". Art asked me where I'd been the other two years and I told him I was too short and knew enough to not even bother coming out. He told me it was too late to learn his system but he'd keep me 'til the last cut. Then he went off to shoot layins over and over. I can remember him doing that a lot, as if he were studying the mechanics of the layin to find some answer as to why so many easy ones were missed. I didn't expect to make the team, but it was a moment to remember. My brother Steve did play three years under Dawald and a couple of years at CBC. He was on one of the state champion teams and tells of the '66 (I think) tournament when Richland lost in the semifinal game one a half court + desperation shot. He said Art just stood up, and with a look of disbelief, walked into the locker room. As I recall, Richland made up for it the next year. Short as I was, I enjoyed the thrill of Bomber Basketball, with memories of Wapato, Pasco, District and State tournaments! And trips to the games in Yakima, driving my Dad's '53 Hudson Hornet, with the dual carb flathead six (and a lousy heater)! -Don Panther (62) ========================================== >>From: Gold Medal Class of '63 Re: Pat Bezzio (63) The Tuesday Seattle Times carries the obituary of our 1963 classmate Patty Bezzio. She passed away on October 6 of asthma. Her funeral was 10/13/98 Gosh she was just at our reunion this past July. Many of us knew she worked as a technical writer under contract to Microsoft, but it came as a surprise that she had such wide-ranging musical interests. The obituary mentions a number of musical styles and groups she lent her energy to. Rest in PEACE, Patty ========================================= >>From: Ann McCue Hewett (63) Thanks, Bob DeGraw (66) (10/8) for stirring up the memories about the common cause and connections I now live in a town with pioneer families - families linked to families - kinfolk all over the place and roots deeper than deep. I have often thought of how Richland was unique in that way... Besides having all the people working for a common cause, almost everyone was uprooted from their family "territories". Our families adopted one another to spend holidays and special occasions and new traditions were created. There was a special closeness and community! I never knew how unique it was - I thought everyone grew up that way! Amen-Connie Foster McLean (63) (10/9). Our parents WERE pioneers in a new frontier and they did do the best they knew to do with the circumstances! I, too, enjoy those special memories (my happy place) and I get to work early to print out my Sandstorm. I look forward to getting home each evening because the first thing I do is sit down and read the day's printout! I remember my parents keeping a food and emergency supply in our basement. I also remember at lease one time packing it all in the car and following an emergency evacuation route... can't remember where we went but it was far out of town. (That food stash was great - when Mom and Dad would decide it was time for a camp outing we could be packed in no time and be on our way to the White Pass area!) Anyone else remember Richland supposedly being "ranked" high on THE LIST of places that would be bombed in case of war? (And all the while I felt safe for the most part.) I now live in Abilene, Texas, home of the B1B and Dyess AFB-I've heard we are high on THE LIST, too... ah life goes on! And now, the brain cells are exhausted and I must regear to face my grade school darlings and teach them computer technology - life is grand! Later.... friends, keep those memories coming! -Ann McCue Hewett (63) ================================= >>From Maren Smyth (64) After reading the entry from Ann McCue (63), Christmas Day memories popped into my head -- and the community-turned-family existence that we enjoyed so much. We lived in an "L" house -- 4 bedrooms upstairs -- on Christmas morning, we couldn't go downstairs to see what Santa left until the whole family was awake. Youngest ALWAYS led the 'parade' down the stairs and since I was second oldest, it was always fun to watch the little ones be all surprised and excited. The end of the day was always topped off by a trip up to Charette's house (on Hunt). Between Charette's 6 kids and our 7, the house was always full. And there were others who came, too... The Pierards -- their kids were all older than us and I don't remember them much. The person I remember the most from those Christmas Day Eve's at Charette's was Mrs. Pierard's father --"Dad Boudreau" (sp?). He'd always bring his fiddle and he would play "Irish Washer Woman" on that fiddle SO FAST... and he'd play it over and over - and would probably STILL be doing it, but some of the parents would call a halt after a while. Mr. and Mrs. Burke (Bill and Carolyn) were there, too and sometimes Charlie (66). Others, too, I'm sure.... all "Richland family". And then we'd leave Charette's and head home.... ALWAYS with an out-of-the-way route down Cottonwood to see all the Christmas lights. Weren't they GREAT??!!! Seven still excited -- but tired -- kids were ready for bed by the time we got home. -Maren Smyth (64) ====================================== >>From: Pam Ehinger Nassen (67) Maren, my husband just posed a question, how many generations of Bombers are there? My Uncle Don M Ehinger grad in 54&55 (I'm not sure why two different dates) then there are my sisters Jerie from the class of 69, and Marcie. The folks moved before Marcie got to Col-High, but she went to CK and Chief Joe like the rest of the Ehinger girls. My sisters are just peepers, they don't add their two cents in but, give me you know what, about my comments! The Bomber line ended with us, as we moved and our kids never, got to find out how great it was to be a Bomber!! So I know I've seen several different people write about how many generation in their families, but it would be nice to see how many of us there really is!! Just an idea! -Pam Ehinger Nassen 67 Bombers Rule ========================================= [Gary Behymer sent this note to the Bomber e-mail address: "Searching for Richland Bombers 1945 to 1989" and got the following answer: >>From: Paula Mulvey Noakes (79) Well, you found some ... My husband is '76, I'm '79. Plus he has three brothers, 77, 79, 81, and I have four brothers and a sister, the first two brothers I'd have to check on, the sister was 67, and two brothers were 69 and 71. I was born and raised in Richland in an old government "A" house; went to the old Sacajawea, Spalding, Carmichael, and Col Hi. I was wondering if this was for a reunion or something, and I just checked out your page and will sign your guest book. Keep us informed!! -Paula & Alan Noakes ======================================== >>From: Donna Fisher (80) For the last 2 days I have been printing out all the letters that has been sent so far and have been enjoy them a lot. So keep it up . . . To: Ken Heminger: yes, I remember going up to Bombing Range Road and looking for agates. That was one of our favorites adventures when we were kids. Here are some of my favorites memories: ~ going for A&W for mug root beer. ~ walking from the old Lewis and Clark to the new one and then watching them tear down the old one. ~ watching the fire department burned down the old Carnation building. ~ fishing at Old Wellisian Pond. ~ going to Kennewick and watch the baseball game with my dad and Grandpa Fisher. I think the field was located at the corner of Edison and Clearwater. Is the right, was the team a pro or minor team playing and what was the name of the team? [Donna---Tri City Braves --Maren] ~ going to the old library that was located in the Kramer building at the time. ~ the Richland Police department wearing brown uniforms and driving in tan cars. Here one that I need help on: I would like to know if there was a store located on the corner of Lee/Stevens before Albertson came in. The only thing I can remember was riding the mechanic elephant and the store was divided up with the grocery department on side and a department store on the other side and it wasn't Rosauer/Playless. Thank you again for the wonderful memories. Donna Fisher (class of 80) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/15/98 14 Bombers wrote today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Don Fisher (50) / Donna Fisher (80) To the alumni that are interested in Hanford and White Bluffs, I have a few stories to tell. Two years ago, my wife, Barb, and I took a Hanford Bus tour out to the areas. We went right by the Hanford Grade School building and I showed Barb the basement classroom I was in. Then we went to the White Bluffs Ferry Landing so I could show Barb the general area where our house was (the house was torn down when we moved to Richland). I showed Barb the sandy beach that I wouldn't go swimming in because of the big mouth fish laying in there. I didn't find out about the dead salmon until we moved into Richland. Another story of Hanford Grade School was getting my butt smacked by the principal (don't remember why I was paddled) and then about 3 years later (1946) when I went into Richland High School, I saw that my old principal was at the school; we laughed about the incident and each other. Another story is about Hanford Army guys. No problems just a little more drinking and carousing by "By's Burger" that us high school guys couldn't understand (we were so pure). Then in 1954 I became one of those army guys. When I came home from Korea I still had 3 months to finish up. I made my bed in the barracks every morning for inspection, but I slept home (my parents' home) every night. The above stories were typed up by my daughter, Donna. I don't know anything about internet and this is her computer. -Don Fisher (class of 50) ------------- This one is a request from my mom, Barbara Fisher. She would like any stories from all the people who went to Chief Jo and had Mr. Barnard for their teacher. Her sister is married to Mr. Barnard's brother. Thank you -Donna (class of 80) ==================================== >>From: Millie Finch Gregg (54) Just a few more memories. A few days ago Tom Hughes asked about the airplane (Day's Pay, etc.). What I found out from my mom is: she doesn't know who made the decision for this but on one given day, all employees working at hanford, donated a "day's pay" toward the purchase of a B-17 Bomber. Anyone else out there that understands it differently or is in position of more info? To Bill Wilborn (54): What a surprise to see your name. I'm not sure about Dave Beiers (54), Finis Glendining (54), but I can tell you about Gordon Anderson (54). Just saw him yesterday. He has just recently had knee replacement surgery on both legs at once. So... .Norma Myrick (54), Shirley Bigelow and myself went up to Kadlec yesterday and offered to give him a sponge bath and then eat his breakfast, but of course he whined!!!! He is doing good though and is supposed to go home either today or tomorrow. He is still ornery! To: Sue Elliott Crumb Homan (62) - You made mention of the lagoon. Oh how I remember swimming there and then in later years took my first daughter there to swim also. Just though I would let you that in the past year or so they have cleaned it up and it is now a family fishing pond. I guess it is really nice and I always see someone there and I understand the fish are biting too! To: Larry Bowls (64): Hi neighbor. We lived right on the corner of Davenport and Abert and the Hale twins (Sue and Dee(54) lived right up from me. Your brother George graduated with us. You know we might have lived in the "south end", but it was the first built - so couldn't be all bad. You also asked about any Vitro Engineering employees. Well, I was one and retired in 1996. However, when I went to work for them in 1978, Gene Osborne (55), Luther Smith (53), Jim Shipman (51), Bob Campbell (51), Dolores Stoner, to name a few old Bombers were working there. It was great to see them each day and we refreshed good old times. I was in the President's office, Accounting and finished in the Human Resources Department as a Benefit Specialist. To: Paula Vinther Case (69) - What a great story you have. I think you ought to give it to the museum here, that is a riot. That good old Tastee Freeze saw lots of action. I notice that no one has bit the bullet and mentioned the great Harley Stell and Mr. Gordon Pappas. I guess since I was right in the middle of the music department I can enlighten you some. Stell definitely was not liked by everyone, but he was an absolute "great" music teacher. The quality that he got from the Choir, the Male Quartet, the Bel Canto Trebilaires, etc. was amazing. We had a lot of fun going to Ellensburg to adjudications and also preparing for our concerts. The best time we had was when we did 2 live presentations. The first was OKLAHOMA. It was wonderful and so much fun. The last one we did before I graduated was an Operetta called "Good News". It was great and we worked with the band and orchestra lots. Mr. Pappas also was a great teacher. When I saw the quality of music teachers as I had my own children, I realized we were very fortunate to have had Mr. Dunton and then Stell and Pappas. As far as I know Mr. Stell died several years ago, I understand he lived and taught in the Tacoma area for a while. I know nothing about Mr. Pappas. If you remember I was the piano player for it all, and following me was Merry Donalson (55), and before me was Shirley Frye (53). Also,.......... ALERT......... all girls from the class of 54, this Friday, Oct. 16 is our luncheon date at Granny's Buffet. Please come and join us, we have such a good time. We welcome you. Thanks again Gary and Maren......... -Millie Finch Gregg (54) ======================================== >>From: Carol Carson Renaud (60) Millie Finch Greg (54) wrote that the Bombers stick together. Boy, I couldn't agree more! I have told many of my co-workers about our neat web site and most have replied that they have absolutely no interest in anything to do with their high school. Too bad! I love reading these notes. On another note re: passages, I understand Joyce Cowan (60) and Dennis Poor (60) both passed away last month. Joyce was recently retired from Delta Air Lines and I believe Dennis still lived in the Tri Cities. Makes one think about making our lives as full and rich as possible. RIP guys. Thanks Gary and Maren (and now Al Parker too). -Carol Carson Renaud (60) =========================================== >>From: Patsy Noble Eichner (61) To Millie Finch Gregg (54: If you are referring to Bill Dunton from Carmichael, he is alive and well. He and Lynn were neighbors of ours before they moved to Fullerton Ca. He continued to teach there until retirement. He and Lynn came for my parents 50th in 1988 and continue to keep in contact with them. He is now serving on the school board in the district he taught. They do have an e-mail address, but won't guarantee they will reply. When I saw him last he had not changed a bit. Still Bill. -Patsy Noble Eichner (61) ========================================== >>From: Sharon Brooks Sims (62) TO: Vince Bartram (62): I can tell you what we all had in common. We all started school in kindergarten together at Lewis and Clark, we all went to Junior High together at Carmichael, then we all graduated together at Richland High. (Col. High) The reason Agenta Bjiorkland was in the picture was because she was a foreign exchange student staying with Carole Johnston's family. I am looking at the picture that was taken at L&C. I believe we had cake and punch and then the picture was taken. You forgot to mention Peter Beaulieu, Gary Tabasinske, and I believe Raulph Koontz. To Sue Elliot Homan (62): The lagoon is no longer a swimming hole. It was drained, cleaned out, and is now stocked with fish for the young fisherman who has an adult with them. That was completed this year and the kids love fishing there. Thanks Gary and Maren for your participation in sending all the memories every day. -Sharon Brooks Sims (62) ================================= >>From: Carol Crose Ellis (62) To Vince Bartram (62).....his question "What do the following people from the Class of 62 have in common?" I believe this is a list of 4-5 year olds that all started Kindergarten together, moved into Carmichael together, and then graduated in 62 together. We were all a great bunch of Richland young people. I have never been able to come back for a reunion, but have so many wonderful memories in my heart of this bunch of "kids". (Agneta Bjorklund --foreign exchange student do not start school with us.) Do I win the prize Vince? Yes, our grade school would have been Lewis and Clark. My answer might be wrong, but think it is right. When this large group of students graduated our parents had a big dinner for all of us that had gone through all 13 grades together. I still have that photo that was taken by a professional photographer. I believe there might have been others that were in that group of kids, but have not looked at the picture in many years. I guess I will just have to drag it out one of these days. Thanks for all your hard work and time you spend on this project that the rest of us can enjoy the Sandstorm! -Carol Crose Ellis (62) ====================================== >>From: Ann McCue Hewett (63) Mary Lou Watkins (63): How funny that you would bring up Violet Jones and her throwing technique (Jefferson P.E. teacher). I have thought of her several times over the years and I am glad someone else remembers her and for the same reason! I am probably the worlds most gullible person! Several years ago a neighbor told me a story about a choking Doberman... some of you might have heard it. Anyway, I related the story to my husband and he told me it was a myth... I refused to believe him and he found a book about urban myths and legends. Imagine my surprise when in reading it I found a story about a man prowling in favorite parking places of young couples (get the drift?)... threw sand in their eyes or left his "hook" on the door handle... and I thought Richland was unique in that way, too! (And yes, I found several versions of the choking Doberman story, too.) I just found the web site with ALL the messages from the beginning of this Alumni Sandstorm... last night I read all evening long and think I am caught up. Can you imagine me dreaming about high school days as I slept?! What a blast from the past. Thank you, everyone, for your contributions... and thanks again to Maren and Gary. -Ann McCue Hewett (63) ====================================== >>From: Carol Wiley (63) Hey, where are the Spalding kids????? There must be someone else that remembers Mr. Carlson, the 6th grade teacher that made all the girls giggle?? I remember clearly that when he announced that he was getting married we were devastated!..The class had a wedding shower for him and brought all kinds of kitchen stuff. Then much to our dismay (the girls) we had his wife for P.E. in the 7th grade at Carmichael!... Also one could never forget Mrs. Keller, the music teacher at Spalding.. She put us through the jumps, more than Mr. Chitty in P.E. class for sure.. The singing in Latin and the square dancing... We were such talented little charmers. One of the most challenging parts of elementary school was Chuck Gardiner and I trying to explain how we were ALMOST related.. There were so many patient teachers that really spent the time... Mrs. Stevenson, Mrs. Foust, Mrs. Julian, Mrs. Pollard and wasn't somebody's Mom the Librarian?? I loved Mrs. Foust and Mrs. Pollard especially as I remember. That was really a golden time... I think none of us had a clue how mellow our world was compared to the rest of the world. Not Finished, Just Begun.... cw(63) ======================================= [Carol -- Oh, I'm a Spalding kid!!! My all time favorite was Miss Bowe (2nd grade). We're even still in touch. She was WONDERFUL -- I loved Mrs. Foust (4th grade), too. She was SOOO pretty!! ...and Speaking of Halloween, do you remember the Halloween carnival at Spalding??? the cake walk was down in the 2nd grade rooms and the gym/audotoriam was all decorated and had booths like "go fishing" - and you'd 'go fishing' and get some stupid little toy. --Maren] ========================================= >>From: Mary Sullivan (64) Here's a question that's "bothered" me from time to time!! JUST what WAS the purpose of the houses with half "dug out" basements??? I can remember two of the houses we lived in had ALL THAT DIRT but only on ONE side??? -Mary Sullivan (64) ========================================= >>From: Erin Owens Hyer (66) I've been thinking about teachers since everyone has been mentioning favorites from different elementary schools. I attended Jason Lee and remember Mr. Rex Davis. He taught PE all the years I was there - at least he was the only PE teacher I remember from those years. Later when I went to WSU, he was there teaching Tennis and Gymnastics. I believe a student at WSU had a bad accident in Gymnastics - broke his neck or something -and Mr. Davis decided to give up Gymnastics. I always wondered where he ended up. I really admired him. It also took until I had kids of my own in school to realize that all elementary schools did not have cafeterias, gymnasiums, auditoriums, art rooms and wonderful playgrounds. How lucky I have since felt to have attended a school with soooo many amenities. -Erin Owens Hyer (66) =================================== >>From: Mike Cook (70) I remember 5 burgers for a buck and 5 shakes for a buck at Skips Drive In. I remember spending way too much time at Ernies Rack and Cue and not enough time at school. One time my friends told Mrs.Wiley I had broke my leg as the reason I wasn't there.When I walked in a few days later,she almost had a heart attack! She went on and on about my miraculous recovery. She wouldn't let it go the whole period. I remember losing Kim Killain & Marc Peterson to a car wreck. It seems like it was about 1967 or so. I later worked for Kims father, Woody, at the school district. Does anyone know if Woody is still around? I remember Phil Soike and Howie Chitie and how they liked to use the paddle. Those two were animals with the board! I remember being in the same P.E. class with Mike Fitzpatrick (70) and the guy who backed him up on the wrestling team. I can't remember his name but I remember him being very good also. Unfortunately, I weighed the same as them which wasn't good. They used to see which one could put me in a bad way the quickest. I believe Mike was state champion or he would become champion soon. Great wrestler, great guy. -Mike Cook ======================================= >>From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) Denny Damschen (62) sent in a "stupid story" a while back that triggered a "stupid story" of my own. One night, when I was a little girl, I noticed my mom and dad getting all dressed up. As they rarely went out, I asked where they were going. My mom replied "We're going out to paint the town red." Well, that made sense to me. After all, just a few blocks away the Bon Marche (or maybe it was still C.C. Anderson) was being painted red. It didn't matter that they were all dressed up, I figured they'd pass out some overalls or something there. A few years ago (yes, I was all grown up approaching middle age) I mentioned to my mother, as we drove by the old building, something about her and my dad helping to paint the building. She looked at me like I was crazy and said "We never painted that building!" I said "But I remember you telling me"... at that moment I realized what her words has meant. All those years.... and I had never understood. Now, that's stupid!! -Susy Rathjen Whitney '71 ======================================== >>From: Margaret Hartnett ('72) Ann McCue Hewett (63) wrote: "Anyone else remember Richland supposedly being "ranked" high on THE LIST of places that would be bombed in case of war?" Ann: I don't think what was going on at Hanford was a very well kept secret actually. I remember my mom being scared to death during the cuban Missile Crisis, she was sure we were a target. For me the most chilling acknowledgment of the fact came through literature. Frank Herbert, best known as a Sci-Fi writer wrote one of the first "what happens after the fact" speculation books entitled "Alas Babylon". There on page one )if I remember correctly) first paragraph, the narrator lists the places that disappeared - Hanford was close to the top. -Margaret Hartnett (72) ====================================== >>From: Mother of David Armstrong (96) Hi! This walk down memory lane is really fun! I'm not a true Bomber -- we moved to Richland in 1980 when our kids were 2 and 3 years old. We left in 1996 before our third child could get to RHS. But I guess we're Bombers by association, having had two graduate -- 1994 and 1996. Richland was (is) a wonderful place to raise kids and I'm grateful we had 16 years there. I love reading all the stories about growing up in a special and unique community. We lived most of the time on Abbot Street where we had block parties, neighborhood snowball fights, the kids played hide and seek until all hours in the summer and we met on the corner to share a bottle of champagne (and Sparkling Cider for the under 21's) on New Year's Eve. When the big wind of 1991 raged through, our kids delivered their newspapers anyway, much to the amazement of the neighbors! (My husband and I slept in the basement and didn't know the wind was REALLY strong -- we told our kids, "Its just the wind. Stop whining." They did!) There is a lot of baseball/basketball talk in these stories -- how about soccer? I'm glad to be receiving the Sandstorm! -Sue Armstrong (Bomber Mom) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/16/98 16 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Jane Rollison Hightower (52) Thanks to Don Fisher (50) for memories of the Hanford area. You must have lived there before the Manhattan Project took over. I believe the town of White Bluffs was already gone when my family moved to Hanford in June 1944. We lived in the giant trailer camp (which would now be called a mobile home park) along with some 50,000 other people, counting the single men and women who lived in barracks. Went to third grade in split shifts at the old Hanford High School. I don't think they had real teachers, just some college kids trying to hold things together, so the only thing they taught us was some popular songs. I still know the words to "Swinging on a Star!" Re Day's Pay: This was a B-17 purchased by contributions from Hanford workers. It was actually flown to Hanford to a landing strip west of town in July 1944, and everyone in town (who wasn't on shift work) went out to attend the dedication. Boring speeches by the bigwigs, but to see the bomber up close was worth it. Next time I'm in Richland, I hope to see the mural at the high school. When I was in Richland a few years ago on vacation, some friends took me on an auto tour of the areas. White Bluffs is completely gone except for the shell of the bank, and Hanford is gone except for the outer walls of the high school. A flock of pigeons was flying through the windowless, roofless building, and I swear that I knew the exact tree under which I learned to sing Mairsie Doats. Re Art Dawald: Anybody remember his son, Dick Dawald (49)? - a great basketball player. I remember seeing him sink his hook shots from WAY outside. Thanks again to Gary and Maren. -Jane Rollison Hightower (52) ==================================== >>From: Shirley Segrest Telford (52) First of all, hats off to Gary and Maren - what a great idea this Alumni Sandstorm is. I found out about it from my friend Doris Hackney Barrott (52). I have a home-based business and its really fun each morning to come in my office, turn on my computer, and read the daily news. Great way to start the day! I just wanted to make a few comments in response to Millie Finch Gregg's entry today. I too worked at Vitro (1967-1968), first for about a month as a secretary for the engineers in the federal building, and then I was given the job as secretary in the "private office" when they opened it uptown over Penny's. I was there for a little over a year, and then went on to greener pastures - Douglas United in 300 area (boring) and then on to Burlington Northern. I too remember the trips to Ellensburg every year (I was in the orchestra). I remember the "scary" road between Yakima and Ellensburg and then of course who could forget the tunnel!! Also, remember the Christmas Concerts every year? When I hear the song "Sleighride" during the Christmas season I always think back to that time as we did that one every year without fail!!! Is there anyone out there who was in Mrs. Buescher's(sp?) geometry class (1949-1950)? If so, do you remember the day we had a substitute teacher and every time she turned her back on the class to write on the blackboard some of the boys went down through the trap door in the room?? Then they all came back up again when she wasn't looking. Mrs. Buescher wasn't at all pleased with the class when she returned. Speaking of teachers, I really owe a debt of gratitude to Mrs. Spainhower, the steno teacher. She used to say "if you learn how to be a secretary you will never have any trouble finding a job," and she was right!!! I have been living in the Seattle area since 1984, as do both of my sons and their families, and I have a little "small world" story to tell. A few years ago, my youngest son and his family moved from Seattle to Mercer Island. They immediately became fast friends with one of their neighbors and during a conversation between my son and this neighbor (Chris Holden), they discovered their moms were former classmates - Chris' mom is Charlotte Dossett (51). Soon after their discovery, they arranged for Charlotte and I to get together with them and we see each other occasionally when we are both in the neighborhood visiting our grandchildren. Lets hear it from some of the other 52 grads out there!! -Shirley Segrest Telford (52) =================================== >>From: Jack Hooper (53) To Don Fisher (50): I assume you are the Don Fisher that played tailback on the old wing Bombers football team. I saw you play lots of games. Just wanted you to know that you are one of my memories of "old" Richland. I graduated in '53. Jack Hooper ====================================== >>From: Art "Tom" Hughes (56) Some one mentioned that they didn't think that Hanford was such a big secret. Actually up until the time of the bombs were dropped on Japan it was a very closely guarded secret. In 1946 Henry D. Smyth [NO RELATION to me -- Maren], chairman of the Princeton Physics Department wrote and published a book called "Atomic Energy for Military Purposes. This book was a detailed history of the creation of the Atom Bomb from early experiments in radiation up to the bomb. It gave technical details of all of the development work under the Manhatten Project including all of the processes and operations at Hanford and at Oak Ridge. After this time the only real secrets were the size and shape of the components of the bomb and the triggering mechanisms. There is another book called "Hanford and the Bomb, An Oral History of World War II" by S. L. Sanger. It was published by Living History Press in 1989. It has photos of Hanford and Richland and numerous interviews with people that lived and worked in Hanford and in Richland. Most of the Photos are by Robley Johnson. It is very interesting reading for people like us. -Tom Hughes (Class of 56) ==================================== >>From: Tony Tellier (57) TO: whoever wrote: "I attended Jason Lee" Tony Tellier ('57) asks: Who WAS "Jason Lee"? "Carmichael"? I know Chief Joe, Sacajawea (pronounced differently other places ... ), M. Whitman, L & C, etc. TT IN Hermosa Beach ------------------ Somebody else wrote: "I remember 5 burgers for a buck and 5 shakes for a buck at Skips Drive In." I also remember getting arrested at Skip's for the high crime of excessive hangin out. I think Dave Gilpin (57) and a handful of other miscreants were hailed into court AFTER a police name-taking episode. Not a pretty sight. It was the first step on a downward spiral into a life of crime! But I would learn my lesson well: I was sent to Pullman and Washington State (College, at that time). An exile. Tony Tellier (57) ====================================== >>From: John Northover (59) Re: basements To: Mary Sullivan (64): They were designed that way, just enough room to hold the coal bin, a place for a sink and the furnace. I do not remember a water heater being in the basement... we lived in an 'A' house. IT was 'COST EFFECTIVE' ... what ever that meant in those days... Which brought back memories of having coal delivered ... If you did not have the little window open for the chute ... no coal. That was my responsibility and I seem to remember my dad having to go to the keepers of the coal ... and get coal in sacks ... and of course I got in big trouble... so what else was new?? Which brings back memories of making a fire and trying to 'bank' the coal to keep a little heat going all night. However, that seldom happened. I had the job of getting up and starting the furnace from about the 4th grade of so... I could get a fire going that would be hot enough to melt iron! I do remember that those houses would get fairly cold during the winter since insulation was not present. Once a fire was going, it was a battle between my sister, Linda, and I to see who would get to stand in front of the vent in the dining room to warm up, while Mom was making breakfast. How did we ever get along without a thermostat??? take care -john northover (59) ====================================== >>From: Denny Damschen (62) To: Jack Gardiner (61): Thanks Jack for the reminder of what really went on in California in '59. What I do remember, for sure, is that my parents and I were going to Disneyland and were in the area, so I talked them into attending the Pensacola game. I thought I drove so I guessed the year. Evidently I didn't drive. Glad I got the teams and the state right!! denny damschen (62) ====================================== >>From: Connie Foster McLean (63) I, too, read the obituary in the Seattle Times for Patty Bezzio (63) and was saddened by the news. Thanks for the clarification as to cause of death. I also read that she was survived by a son, Steven. For those of you who go way back, (like to the mid 1950's) and lived around Hunt Point or went to Jefferson, Barb Maider passed away last week on the East Coast of Breast Cancer. She was 57, daughter of Emmett and Betty Maider, sister of Mary Maider--moved with her family to California in the mid 1950's. (Monty and Laura Stratton bought their house on Hunt and still live there!) My sister, Lucy Foster Smith ('65), and Mary Maider Scott have remained extremely close for all of these years, and my parents have remained close with their mother, Betty Maider Stratton. Both Mary and Betty are still in the Bay area near San Francisco. -Connie Foster McLean (63) ====================================== >>From: Earl Bennett (63) Stephen Muller (69): I think I remember you -did you live on Elm street next to us in the early 50s? My sisters were Diana (64), Cecilia (65), Susie (68), Sally (71) and Beth wasn't born until we moved to Jason Lee territory on Turner in the summer of 55. Aunt Lila and Uncle Bill (ham radio op) Dozer lived on the other side of us. And Arnold lived across the street, a couple of years older than me, and Jo Conrad next to him a year or two younger than me, and Nat Cole down on the corner. Donna Fisher (80): A month or so ago I sent in a reminiscence about Mr. Barnard and his awesome paddle and good math teaching - here's a copy: "Mary Sullivan: The math teacher with the awesome "spat" board was Mr. Barnard. The shop teacher had an impressive one, too. I had one personal experience in Mr. Barnard's class, based on failure to complete the penalty (500 times write "I will not talk in class," or some such) imposed for talking too much with Barbara (last name lost until I can dig out my annuals). As I recall he was slender but solid. I think he liked to use the phrase "apply the board of education to the seat of learning." Barbara also failed to complete the assignment, but she was wearing about 3 inches of petticoats or something under her skirt that day, knowing what was coming - grinned like crazy walking back to her seat, while I squirmed in my one layer of polished cotton and Hanes. Vivid, tactile memory! I made a paddle like it once, but my wife was afraid it would do our kids permanent damage, so it was quickly scrapped." Erin Owens Hyder (66): I, too, deeply liked and respected Rex Davis. My interest in dancing probably originated with PE at Jason Lee. He started a tennis team while I was at Chief Jo, then he was tennis coach when I was on the team at Col Hi. Always chewing gum, always friendly. He injured his back badly once, but continued to coach (or was it teach PE?) from a chair. Later, ecb3 ======================================= >>From: Larry Bowls (64) To: Millie Finch Gregg (54): Read your post in the Sandstorm and somehow knew that there was a connection between us. And now, some of the mystery is solved. I do remember your family living in the house on the corner of Davenport and Abert. The same house in fact that an ex sister-in-law drove her car into one morning. See, who said we didn't have some fun and mischief in the south end. It was definitely a morning to go down in infamy, especially that which preceded the incident. But I vowed to never tell or reveal to anyone what a rotten individual she was . By the way, my brother George, having lived and been in business in the Seattle area for what seems like forever, bought a company in Roseburg, OR. He moved there last year. I still have family in the Seattle area and one brother David still in Richland. The Vitro names you mention are all familiar to me. Was Claude Denson, Paul Crowder, Glen Hahn, Edgar Smith still there? When I left the company in 1975 for WPPSS I had been in the estimating and scheduling department under Jack Greene. I'm sure most of these guys are retired, or want to be. One really sweet lady at Vitro was Millie Mabbut. Did you know her? What happened to Betty ______ in personnel ? And George ____ in personnel too? I have 10 years of memories about Vitro. Who performs the services that Vitro once did? Hey ... are any of you former employees on-line? I keep thinking we are coming back to visit this year, but the year will be over soon. Perhaps not until next summer now, for our class reunion. Thanks Millie -Larry Bowls (64) ====================================== >>From: Mary Sullivan (64) Thank you -- (can't recall the person) who mentioned being injured and not having to go to "FIRST AID"!!! Why??? Because outside of my Mother (recently deceased) I didn't think ANY ONE ELSE called going to the "ER" "FIRST AID"!!! Many apologies dear Mother!! [Mine did, Mary] Here's another question I've pondered!! Why were the houses "listed" by letters of the alphabet??? AND WHY did they use some and not others?????? I've got to stop "Pondering" for awhile!!! Bomber Cheers, -Mary Sullivan (64) ======================================= >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) To Erin Owens (66): I think Mr. Rex Davis is living in Richland again I'm not sure. He stopped by at the dinner at our (class of 65) 30th reunion. What A treat!! I always loved the trampoline, and loved watching him perform on it. Patty ========================================== >>From: Janice Klusman McCurdy (66) Re Spalding.. aahhh I remember it well. Mrs. Pollard, Mrs. Julian, Mrs. Hood, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Pugh, Mrs. Swartz, the Librarian's daughter was Mary Bailey. I didn't have Mr. Carlson, but I did have Mr. Stolte. I still see him when he comes into the office once or twice a year to renew tabs. I also see Mr. Jantz from Carmichael. I also remember patrol girls and how we got a free ticket to the movies once a month at the Uptown theater. I remember lucky Mary Jackson lived across from the school, and didn't have to walk far like we did! A and W drive in was mentioned, but no one mentioned mixing the root beer and orange to make swampwater! Uptown thrifty drugs was to go and get Chocolate Cokes, and Zips was for Cherry 7-ups. I, too, have put a dent in my dad's car by running into the poles down at the dog and suds! Ah, to have friends that did body and paint work! More memories to come when I am more awake! Bomber cheers!! Jan Klusman McCurdy (66) ================================= >>From: Michael Figg (70) The talk about teachers at Jefferson has been interesting. I think Kathy Rathvon started it with the talk about the librarian she had at Jefferson. Joanne Shadel and I both remembered Miss Ahyrs when we were there. We started talking a little off line and I reminded her of Violet Jones, about the time that everyone else from Jeffersone started talking about her. I remember her even better than Miss Ahyrs (SP? -- I could spell her name two weeks ago but I'm two weeks older now!). What I remember most about Mrs. Jones was the black or navy blue gym suit she would always wear. I wonder how many of those she had. Someone this morning mentioned Rex Davis from Spalding. I never spent any time at Spalding but must have taken a summer class from him at some point because I remember him well. I believe the class was in gymnastics, and as I recall he really looked like a gymnast. Mike Cook (70) mentioned Mike Fizpatrick and wrestling. I think his backup might have been Loren Sharpe, although I think Loren won the state championship in another weight class. Lonnie and Donnie Draper were comparable and I believe one of them also won a state championship. Michael Figg ================================= >>From: Creede Lombard (72) Just a minor correction: Margaret Hartnett (72) mentioned the book "Alas, Babylon" and attributed it to Frank Herbert. Actually, it was written by a different Frank -- Pat Frank. I remember Col Hi actually offered a class in Science Fiction for literature credit during an experiment they were doing in the early 70s to expand the number of English/literature options available, and that was the first book studied in the class. For some reason, though, I had to drop the class before I got into the book. -- Creede =============================== >>From: Paula Mulvey Noakes (76) For Donna Fisher (80): My husband, Alan Noakes [76] (who has the best nitpicking memory in the world), says that the store on the corner of Lee and Stevens (before Albertson's) was PayLess. He remembers the mechanical elephant; plus his family lived down on Delafield so that was in their neighborhood. He says it was divided as Donna remembers into the grocery and department areas. I vaguely remember, but we did most of our shopping at Thrifty Drug (Uptown), the old Safeway, and Mayfair (anybody remember those?). My mom worked for a time at Thrifty Drug during holiday seasons when I was quite small. I still have dreams sometimes at night that use the floor plan for the Mayfair on Williams and Thayer; weird, huh? Guess I just spent too much of my impressionable childhood there! I also remember the Rexall drug that was by Mayfair and how my folks wouldn't let me walk up there by myself until I was about 8 or 9 years old because Thayer was too dangerous a street to cross! Thanks for the reminiscences! This is great! -aula Mulvey Noakes (79) and Alan Noakes (76) ==================================== [Seems to me the Uptown Mayfair was something like S&H --- and I KNOW the Mayfair at Thayer and Williams was Campbell's WAY before it was Mayfair... The Rexall Drug store next to Campbell's was Pennywise. Now we need to hear from Erin Owens Hyder (66) again. If memory serves, she said her Dad was the pharmacist at Pennywise -- I was about 5 years old and Pennywise is the ONLY store I've EVER taken anything from that I didn't buy -- can't even remember what it was (balloons or penny candy??) -- but I DISTINCTLY remember lying to my Mother about it -- and I had to take whatever it was back. --Maren] ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/17/98 14 Bombers wrote today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Eva Clark Perry (49) Have to tell you a little story. We were shopping at Newport Safeway yesterday and there was the strangest looking little red convertible. I made Jim go drive by it, and lo and behold, it was the car that also is a boat!. Shades of yesteryear -- we used to watch a little red car drive into the Columbia from the other side and work it's way down river to the park, where he would drive up and go on to work in the areas. There was an article in the Tri City Herald one time, but of course I didn't keep it, nor do I remember the person's name. It would be interesting if anyone else remembers the car crossing the river back in the 40"s.... -va Clark Perry (49) ========================================= >>From: Dick Wight (52) The comments of Jane Rolliston Hightower (52) and the other '50's folk sure dregs up ole memories. We lived on Van Geisen (msp?) in a duplex, dug out the other half of the basement for a bedroom (for me!). I recall what seemed to be a big drug store with a soda fountain/restaurant downtown where many of us gathered from time to time. Remember how to invert a full glass of water upside down on a table top using a napkin? It took quick hands! I recall one night seeing a tall, skinny fellow wearing a white suit with pictures of playing cards on it, having coffee there. We asked who he was and he responded, "Why, son, I'm T Texas Tyler!" (old country western singer of some fame). I remember Mrs. Beuscher the geometry teacher. Really nice lady! Also Miss Scoggins who taught algebra. My senior year I was bored with the class, cut lots of her classes, failed to do much homework. She told me she was going to fail me... but I "aced" the final exam and she grudgingly gave me a C-, saying that was how her mathematical formula worked out! A fair teacher, I'd say! Another time I was flying an ole Aeronca Champ from the old CAP airport (now a gravel pit) and flew over Jane's house in West Richland, tied a note in a handkerchief and threw it to her. I missed and dropped it across the canal, but she retrieved it. -Dick Wight (52) ==================================== >>From: Gary Horton (59) Here's a few more memories. Class of 59 We lived in Sunnyside until our prefab was finished sometime in 1943. The day we moved in carpenters were putting the finishing touches on the flat roof and hauling in furniture. I remember one morning waking up to discover someone else's prefab roof had blown off the night before, it was intact in the ally way between the houses. About the same time my best friend's family was forced to leave and move back to where they came from (Minnesota) because his dad had not followed the rules pertaining to keeping quiet, not discussing what he and others were doing at Hanford. My dad came home from fishing on the Snake River to announce that he and his fishing buddies were the last people to cross the wooden bridge at Sacajawea and the mouth of the Snake River before it burned down. Anyone remember the old wooden bridge being narrow and rather treacherous to cross. At that time the Columbia River used to be the coldest and fastest flowing river in the world. I loved all the fruit trees that were in the ally ways, everything from plums to peaches, what a feast when the fruit was in season. Does anybody remember the "this is government property and I can do what I want," when some grown up decided the ally way was his property and you shouldn't be on his place. About half the kids in our neighborhood would sleep out almost every night during the summer. Depending on the various fruits or vegetables that were ripe would account for how far we would stray from our sleeping bags to get something to eat. It was "the best" when the watermelons finally got ripe, they make the best midnight snack. One night late in the year 1957, too late and too cold to sleep out, we were lying out in the yard just looking up in the sky, as we looked at the stars we were startled to see what at first we thought to be a falling star but later discovered it was Sputnik, it was a big phenomenon to see a man made object go flying over head back then. My recollections of the Kennewick Social Club brings back memories of various rock and roll stars that came and performed. Conway Twitty, Fats Domino, and The Fleetwoods. The setting was pretty casual, not the elaborate concerts that happen today but just as thrilling to me, they were the first real celebrities that I had ever seen up close and personal. One of my favorite hang outs in the 50's was the hobby shop, I think it was called Paul's, it was next to and on the same side of Geo. Washington Way as the Desert Inn, across from the old SeaFirst Bank in downtown. There were a bunch of us model airplane enthusiasts in those days. We had many meets down below Col Hi during the hot wonderful carefree summer days. I remember in junior high (Carmichael) my first real participation in fad clothing, pink and black clothes really made you cool. White buck shoes in high school. Remember seeing the white outline of someone's shoe's on the floor in the hall where they would get their dust bag and powder their shoes. Tough job keeping them white. How about the pegged pants (Levi's) with thin belts and wedged shoes, the pants had to be worn low. Cars became a big deal when I reached 16, one of the best looking cars driven by a Bomber was a beautiful candy apple red ford owned by a guy named Ray. Important to a car's good looks were flipper hub caps, lowered with dual exhaust / side winders. Enough for now, more when I get time. -Gary Horton (59) ===================================== >>From: Doris Van Reenen Dollarhide (61) Going through a box of old school stuff and ran across the Sandstorm -- Friday, June 2, 1961. Class of 1961 will be remembered for many reasons, one is the Bomber Bowl graduation -- the first in the history of Col-Hi. From Tom Lyda "I shall remember them for their hard work on student government" "I was really proud of them" Senior colors were lavender and white and the motto: "Live for today, for the future is guided by the past" From Edgar Haag "As I've watched the progress of the class of '61 I've had the feeling some of the leadership was trying harder than previous classes to be different and set up new traditions or activities." When working on our 10 year reunion we invited Mr. Haag and his wife and I received a really nice letter saying he had very pleasant memories of our neighborhood, church and school and that they would both love to attend, as they did come from Port Angeles and we all really enjoyed seeing them both. The picture of the class in the paper said one of the largest classes in the school's history 387 seniors. As I recall it did rain a bit at the outside graduation and we ended up going up the hill to the Gym to finish out the evening. Thanks again to you both for all the time and effort in bringing us this wonderful place to share old memories and reach friends from the past. -Doris Van Reenen ======================================== >>From: Denis Sullivan (62) RE: Was that the Class of '62's Craig Lansing I saw on TLC's series, "A Soldier's Story" 10/13/98? He's a dead ringer for the SOG member they pictured in uniform and interviewed briefly regarding this elite unit's exploits in Southeast Asia." I got an e-mail from a Marie Armstrong confirming that Craig was the one in the broadcast and that he is alive and well. She has the same e-mail suffix ( as Craig so she must work with him. I had also e-mailed him a note, but haven't heard from him. We were in SE Asia about the same time and although I didn't see him, he and I may have known some of the same people over there. -Denis Sullivan (62) ====================================== >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) Thanks Gary and Maren for this wonderful service you have provided. My memory ain't what it used to be but this has jogged some long dead memories. I have been printing it off and sharing it with my dad, Paul Beardsley. He is a Richland history buff and does slide presentations complete with lots of old pictures to different groups around town and he has picked up a few nuggets to add to his presentation so keep those memories coming. For those of you Spalding alumni -- you wouldn't recognize the place now. Big fire a couple of years ago and now being rebuilt into a Christian school. Thank heaven it didn't all burn but by the time they get done with their rebuilding, it will be pretty unrecognizable. So far they have kept the main entrance in tact. Hated to see them take down the swings on Acacia, lots of fun times there. We should have had a big reunion before they took it over but didn't know how to get it started. It's fun running across names from the past and getting the chance to connect again. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ======================================= >>From: Vince Bartram (62) Re: A Bit of Trivia Answered For those that haven't gotten it already, all those I listed the other day, attended the "Charter" Student Banquet at Lewis and Clark Grade School in May, 1962. (No, Maren, it was not a list of people who signed my annual. They were all named "anonymous". Except the one who's remarks made it necessary for me to cut a page out of my annual. Did anyone else have that problem?) L&C used to hold a banquet for the students that went all the way through L&C, Carmichael, and Col-Hi together, and this is a list of the attendees in 1962. There may have been others with that distinction, but they had the sense to skip the banquet. (Just kidding! The picture is a nice momento.) It took place just before graduation, some time in late May. Each of us got a copy of the group picture, which was also featured in the Tri-City Herald a few days later. My mom had saved it, and sent it to me a few years ago. Fortunately it also had all of the names in the picture's caption. Now for the corrections. I left three names off the list (I was cewing gum) while copying them from the article. They were Gary Tabasinke, Ralph Koontz, and Peter Beaulieu. Sorry guys. Another point of interest. Agneta Bjorklund was an exchange student (from Sweden) so hadn't attended L&C, but she was staying with Carol Johnston, and was included in the picture. I am going to get the picture scanned. If I'm successful, I'll send it out to those who are interested. One more question. Does anyone remember what they served for food? I was asked the question but don't remember. The newspaper article said it was a "banquet", but my grade school memories of the place make me a little skeptical. Thanks again to all who wrote. It was fun. -Vince Bartram (62) ======================================= >>From: Ann McCue Hewett (63) To Erin Owens Hyder (66): Re: Rex Davis. He was a big part of my life, too. I believe it was 1959-60 school year he started up a tennis team at Chief Jo... I think I started tennis then. I know I have a letter from that year. Then he liked us so much, he went on to be tennis/gymnastics coach at Col Hi in 60-61 and was there for my high school days and I was on the tennis team those 3 years. He did go on to WSU... probably in 64 or 65. I had not heard the story about the injury... too bad! I read in the HillTopics that he had retired from WSU, but being of low memory recall, I don't know the year... recently I think (remember that recent to me is within the past 5 years). I haven't heard anything more about him since then. He was a wonderful influence and demanded high standards... much needed in those high school years. I know one of my dorm mates had him for gymnastics at WSU and did not like him... I was crushed but figured it was her not him... is that open minded?! Best get going for this day.... -Ann McCue Hewett (63 ======================================== >>From: Kathy Rathvon (63) The prizes we got at the "Fishing" booth were so cool! They were not stupid prizes. "Fishing" was my favorite booth at the school carnivals. Mr. Barnard was a wonderful math teacher. He was tall and slender and wore glassed (thick ones). But I loved math and got good grades. That was the last year I did well in math. The next 2 years (8th and 9th grades) I had Mr. Russell for home room and math and it was downhill in math for me from there until I graduated. I wish I could have continued with Mr. Barnard. Patti Bezzio (63) left a son, Steven, who is 10-11 years old. He will be living with his father who has remarried. So Steven will be taken care of. She also had two cats if anyone is interested. -Kathy Rathvon (63) ====================================== [The following isn't a "memory", but don't want to see any Bombers scammed or taken in by any virus HOAX that is going around the net.... so....... ] =============================================== >>From: Ron Richards (63) Maybe some of our classmates would like to know about the following message: [not sure who "I" is] ----- I received a telephone call today from an individual identifying himself as an AT&T Service Technician who was conducting a test on our telephone lines. He stated that to complete the test I should touch nine (9), zero (0), the pound sign (#) and then hang up. Luckily, I was suspicious and refused. Upon contacting the telephone company, I was informed that by pushing 90#, you give the requesting individual full access to your telephone line, which allows them to place long distance telephone calls billed to your home phone number. I was further informed that this scam has been originating from many of the local jails/prisons. I have also verified this information with UCBtelecomm, Pacific Bell, MCI, Bell Atlantic, GTE and NYNEX. Please beware. ************************** ["unless you have to dial 9 to get an outside line at home, this scam does not affect residential telephone users."] =================================== [We offer the following URLs for people to use to check out ANY "virus alert' BEFORE passing it on... and even one government site:] =================================== >>From: Rick Maddy (67) For the life of me, I cannot recall the name of the little league field at Lewis and Clark. I lived across the street from it at 707 Downing for thirteen years (54-67), on the corner of Casey and Downing. Many of you probably came across the street and used my parent's bathroom. I played ball on that field for four years in the minor/majors and then, later in life, trying to break windows out of the school with the long ball. What is the field's "real" name? It is moments like this that I blame on growing up in the 60's. The streets in "old" Richland are named after Hanford project engineers, in alphabetical order, starting with Adams. Carmichael Junior High is named after S.P. Carmichael, Superintendent of schools in the 1920's. Jason Lee was a missionary, coming to Oregon with Nathaniel Wyeth party in 1834. Lee went back East, got a boatload (50 or so), returned to OR, helped start settlements in The Dalles area and other locations, and created an American counter presence to the Hudson Bay Co. (Schwantes, pg 80-81). Rex Davis lived down the street from us for awhile on (Comstock?). As a young lad, I remember him being a roaming PE teacher at the different grade schools. He was a really cool teacher, very well liked, but I hated the dancing. I never did get an answer to these questions out of the Sandbox, so I will try again here. Are there any Goliath moths around anymore? I was always told they were the little moths, that usually committed suicide on the street lights, that were returning from the 300 Area. And where did all those diving, bug-eating, Nighthawks go? Happy trails to you until we meet again. Happy trails to you keep smiling until then. Who cares about the clouds when were together. Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather. Happy trails to you until we meet again. --Dale Evans -Rick Maddy (67) ======================================= >>From Paula Vinther Case (69) To Mary Sullivan (64): I had to laugh when I read your entry today. I'm the person who wrote about going to "First Aid" at Kadlec after the exciting train wreck behind the Tastee Freeze. When I was writing my story I felt kind of foolish calling the emergency room "First Aid" but I remember distinctly my mother calling it that. So you have to figure if your mother and Maren's mother and my mother called it "First Aid", then that must have been what it was!!! How could you have ever doubted her?? -Paula Vinther Case (69) ========================================= [When I took "First Aid" in 9th Grade at Carmichael, I thought I was SO smart, that I'd quiz my Mom to see how much she knew about First Aid: "What would you do if you saw a kid with a compound fracture?".. and several OTHER similar questions... got the SAME answer to each question I asked her: "Take them to First Aid!! -Maren] ========================================== >>From: Mike Franco (70) OK Jefferson alums... Yeah Mrs. Price was great.... anyone remember Mr. Campbell in 5th grade ? or Mrs. Warren... I think 2nd ? Jefferson was great.... and who remembers our "initiation" when we finished 6th grade? Or my first crush... the AWESOME Miss Dykeman in 3rd grade ????!!!!! gotta go take a shower!!!!!! -Mike Franco (70) ======================================= >>From: Margaret Gilstrap O'Hara (Maggie) 74' Dear Maren, I sure am enjoying reading all the memories. I have also noticed quite a few of us are now living in Alaska. How many are there? I live in Big Lake, close to Vickie Andersen Simmons (67). Three years ago much to my surprise I discovered we had hired a kid I used to babysit in Richland to work at the Cat House. I hadn't recognized his name or face but sure knew his mom when she walked in. To Larry Bowls (64): I lived down from you on Abert. My mom, Nancy Gilstrap, still lives in the same house. I baby sat your nephews. How are they doing? There was always something going on in the south end of town, sometimes even my dad was involved, bless his soul. Were we just better at keeping secrets in the south end? I, too, would like to know what happened to Mrs. Mabbutt. I have thought of her a few times here in Alaska. We have a lady up here that is quite a bit like her. For those of you in Alaska does Teresa ring a bell? She taught me needle point when I was in the 6th grade. I used to love t o go to her house, she always had something to say, and was quite knowledgeable in a number of things and encouraged me to speak up. I had a real stuttering problem back then. If she could see me now......... To Don Fisher (50): do you remember taking me to my first fair? I believe it was in Yakima. I had such a good time. I remember you making a big fuss over my paint swirl thing I had made. I really had some great times at your house. I heard from Sherri just the other day, now that she has power after the hurricane. Does anyone remember the big strike? Must of been in the late 60's. My dad was president of HAMTC (Hanford Atomic Metal Trades Council?) then. I remember it going on for ever. How long did it last? I remember school was getting ready to start and we couldn't order our 3 dresses, always plaid, from Sears & Roebucks for $10. Were those UGLY or what? Our next door neighbor, Jerry Wilson, and her mother were so kind and made three dresses each for me and my sisters Bobbie 72' and Cathy 75'. Words could not tell you how we felt about those dresses. They were absolutely beautiful and were not PLAID! We were probably hoping the strike would go on until the next school year. What about the crab apple fights and the weeping willow wars at Lewis & Clark during the summer? The south end against who? I don't remember. If any of you are in Alaska and will be in the Big Lake area drop by. I guess you could say "For a good time, drop by the Cat House and ask for Maggie" What do you think about that Vickie Andersen Simmons? -Margaret Gilstrap O'Hara (Maggie) 74' ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/18/98 14 Bombers wrote today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Tony Tellier (57) To Gary Horton (59) who wrote: "one of the best looking cars driven by a Bomber was a beautiful candy apple red ford owned by a guy named Ray. " This was owned by a Kennewick character named Ray Quinlen ... or Quillen. -Tomy Tellier (57) =============================================== >>From: Doris Van Reenen Dollarhide (61) I remember the old water towers and all the neighborhood kids climbing up even though we were not supposed to. Also remember the one in our neighborhood getting a leak and water everywhere for a couple of days. Remember going over to Roni O'Donnell's (61) when they lived across from Lewis and Clark and after school watching Bandstand seems like they were one of the first ones with a TV. Roni's dad used to make the best Ice tea --don't know what he did special but remember it was the best. Remember someone's mom, I think it was Bill Craddock's (61) made the best white and chocolate cookies, seems like all the mothers were really good cooks. With Halloween coming up who remembers the big brown grocery bags we used to fill up with trick or treat and lots of home made goodies that we never had to worry about back then. Nice to see a lot of Lewis and Clark people on with memories of all our teachers. Always looked forward to the Carnivals they were such fun. -Doris Van Reenen Dollarhide (61) ========================================= >>From: Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) To Doris Van Reenan Dollarhide (61): Yes, Doris, I remember our outdoor graduation well. You are right, it rained and we did get wet. I was one of those who graduated outdoors, and close friends of mine graduated indoors when we moved the whole graduation up the hill to the gym. It was a lot of fun, though, and we were all proud of the fact that we were the first Bomber Bowl graduation. To Margaret Gilstrap O'Hara (74): I know your area around Big Lake, Alaska well. it is beautiful, and I always wanted to live in that area when I lived in Alaska. I just moved back to the "lower 48" in May; but spent the past 15 years in Alaska. My kids both got me up there in 1983; but they got married and transferred and left Mom up there. I spent 2 years in Ketchikan, 4 years in Anchorage, and the rest in Sitka. Just moved back here to Monroe to be closer to kids & grandkids; it's great to be back, although Alaska has a wonderful lifestyle and a lot of beauty to offer. -Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) ====================================== >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) Rick Maddy (67): Sorry to tell you that you are wrong but you were. Original Richland Streets weren't named for Hanford engineers. I copy in part from a memo dated Feb. 24, 1945 from N. Paul Nissan to Col. F.T. Matthias - Subject: Biographies of Army Engineers for whom Richland Streets Were Named. Brief examples are John James Abert - 1788-1863 - army engineer, graduated West Point 1811... became chief of corps of topographical engineers and was instrumental in founding national institute of science, later known as the Smithsonian Institute. George Washington Goethals - 1858-1928 Army Engineer, graduated West Point 1880, chief of engineers of US volunteers during Spanish American War, chief engineer of Panama Canal succeeding John F. Stevens. First civil governor of Panama Canal Zone, 1914-16. Robert E. Lee 1807-1870 graduated West Point 1829, served under Scott in Mexican War, superintendent of West Point 1852-55, frontier duty in Texas, commanded troops which put down John Brown's raid, General in chief of All Confederate armies, Surrendered to Grant at Appomatox Courthouse. After war, president of Washington College, later renamed Washington and Lee University in his honor. Sylvanus Thayer 1785-1872 graduated Dartmouth College 1807, West Point 1808. Served in War of 1812 on Niagra frontier in Wade Hampton's division. As superintendent of U. S. Military Academy 1817-1835 reorganized that institution, being styled "Father of West Point". I particularly liked this bio - George Washington (See any history book) Father of his country. An engineer and General of the Continental Army - First President of the United States. As you can see, these guys were really dead by the time Hanford came into being. All the streets were named for engineers from the U.S. Army, primarily graduates of West point. Anyone interested in knowing who their street was named for- just e-mail me at [deleted for privacy] and I will let you know. Pretty interesting reading if you are a history buff at all because it really covers a lot of time and lots of places and people we all studied many years back in grade school, junior high and even high school once in a while. Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ===================================== >>From: Ralph Koontz (62) Re: Erin Owens Hyder (66) question concerning Rex Davis. He also taught PE at Lewis and Clark for a few years. His wife (I have forgotten her name) taught music at Lewis and Clark until she left to begin raising children. My wife (Sandy Hardin '65) and I returned to Richland in '95 to attend her 30th reunion. Both Mr. and Mrs. Davis attended the reunion dinner. (Calvin Gentle attended also - he had left the teaching profession took a job at Hanford until he retired). Both the Davis' looked extremely fit. He had retired from WSU a few years earlier was probably pushing 70 but looked more liked 50. He still played tennis and by the look of him could probably have whipped anyone there on the court. Ralph Koontz '62 ============================================ >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) RE: Rex Davis (49) Rex attended the 35th reunion of the "Gold Medal Class of 63" this past summer. He looked great and is retired and living in Pullman. Rex was the scoutmaster of Troop 38, no small feat when you consider that his "charges" included Pook, the Hyatt's, Plows, Chico Taylor, Francis Kendall and those were the good ones. We couldn't tie knots but we could sure climb trees, build rafts and jump off cliffs. Rex is very proud of all his gymnasts and stayed informed and concerned with the health and welfare of the Bob and Bill Hyatt. I was in the first class that he taught at Lewis and Clark, after he got out of the army. His wife, Alice, was the music teacher. My daughter, Megan, w as in the last class that Rex taught at WSU. I never know until he came to our reunion, that Rex was a Bomber himself. Graduating before he went to WSU. There are pictures of him as a gymnast in "50 Years of the Crimson and Gray" Semper Bomberus, jimbeaux (63) ===================================== >>From: Karen Kleinpeter (63) I've been enjoying reading for a few months, now, and finally have time to send in some memories. As I remember, the grocery store next to Thrifty Drug in the Uptown was C&H. I also remember the Thrifty next door having a fire, and a fire sale. It must have been about 1954. I recall buying a bottle of black ink for my fountain pen. ( In 4th grade we wrote our cursive in ink.) Kathy Rathvon (63), Connie Foster (63) and Mary Lou Watkins (63) have been recalling Jefferson teachers. We moved to Richland in 1952 when I was in 2nd grade. That year's teacher was Mrs. Clarkson. She read us the Bobbsey Twins books, and I remember going to the Columbia bookstore in the Uptown to buy more. They were way up on the top shelf near the ceiling, and a clerk had to get them down. For 3rd grade I had Miss Roberts. In 4th it was Mr. Ashbaugh. He was a real sweetie. I remember him as being a very kind and understanding person. For 5th I had Mr. Vitulli. What a great year that was! We all loved him. I was terrified to have him, though, because the year before we heard him out in the hall giving spats regularly. We also heard that he broke the end off of his paddle (named Junior) while he was swatting Bobby Bergdahl (62). In 6th I had Mr. Wright. I also remember Mrs. Hahn. And yes, she did teach us little name tricks to help us remember the authors. Mr. Coehlo was a wonderful art teacher. He also had a wooden paddle hanging on his tool board. ( I was terrified of those paddles!) I think in 6th grade we got a new art teacher named Mr. Kovotchevich, and Mr. Coehlo went to Col-Hi. When I was in High School his wife, Ruth Freeman Coehlo, was my violin teacher. I remember Mrs. Ingersoll for music, and later Mrs. Haliburton. And all along we had Miss Jones for P.E. I remember that she wore culottes and I was a little afraid of her, but then I was pretty timid in those days. The Principal was Robt. J. Wilson. Before he came we had Mr. Lind. Well, reading all of your memories is great, and I get my own jogged. I know there are lots more but right now I can't think of them. Keep writing. This is a lot of fun. I was shocked and saddened to read of Patty Bezzio's death. I had a nice chat with her at our reunion this summer. I'm glad I had that opportunity. We are, we are, we are the best! Who are? We are! R H S! Karen Kleinpeter Gold Medal Class of 63 ======================================= >>From Mary Sullivan (64) Re: Mr. Davis -- Boy, I was REALLY confused until today when I read Rick Maddy's (67) entry and he mentioned that Mr. Davis was a "roaming PE teacher at the different grade schools"! I remember him being at Lewis and Clark and several of us girls were SO "In love with him"! And if I remember correctly I believe that he married our Music Teacher!! (Except for the life of me I can't recall her maiden name)!! AH YOUNG LOVE --It can be SO cruel!!! At any rate Thanks for clearing up my confusion on this matter!! I just remembered that one summer I DID get to take a few tennis lessons from him as well!! Until later--- Bomber Cheers to One and All, Mary Sullivan (64) ==================================== >>From: Micky Hemphill (66) Trying to comment on the past few days of Sandstorms..... Jim Hunter (66): I have a photo of our little league team (Thrifty Drugs - 1960), and can't remember all the names and faces. Glad you are well. This Sandstorm has brought back many great memories. Ken Fortune (66) lives in the Seattle area, Mike Fowler (67) is in Richland, and I am in California (Antioch). Don't know about the rest. Rick Maddy (67): The ball field was the National Little League field, can't remember it being called anything else?? Thanks for the history lesson about the school and street names. Happy trails, also.......... The south-enders: we did rule the town back then, I am sure the "other-enders" were jealous. Remembering Mr. Rex Davis... I think we all respected him a lot. He attended our 30th class reunion and looked the same as he did when we were in school....... Great Man!! -Micky Hemphill (660 ================================ >>From: Dave Miller (67) Hi, The Miller family moved to Richland about 1957 from Longview (a little differeence) First on Jadwin then to Riche Court and then to Johnson. My folks moved from there in 1970 back to Chicago area while I was still doing my four year Navy thing. Only been back thru twice, once hitchhiking from Spokane to San Jose (1972) and again on a Greyhound to Snoqualmie pass in 1975 for a Pacific creast trail hike. My mother worked for GE from about 1960 till 1970 is there group she can contact when she comes thru there in about two weeks? She and my Aunt are doing a tour of Washington. Is there a group in Richland she might be able to get a hold of? Thanks -Dave Miller Class of 1967 ===================================== >>From: Vickie Andersen Simmons (67) I have read about the milk delivery man and the bread delivery man, but does anyone else remember the "potato man"? I remember him coming down Thayer (where we lived in an "A" House until I was 5), in a truck with wooden sides on the bed, yelling he had potatoes for sale. As a young child I was "tongue- tied". So was the potato man. I just loved him because he talked like me. I was sorry to hear that Spalding burned down. I lived on Birch and just had to cut through the "middle sidewalk" to Acacia, cross the street and I was at school. Sorry, too, to hear about the ball fields there. Both my brothers played baseball there, my dad was president of Pony League there one year and my youngest brother, David, went back years later and coached baseball there. I went back to Richland about five years ago and drove by our old ranch house. Was sad to see our lilac "hedge" gone from the back yard, but the evergreens my dad and I planted between our driveway and our neighbor's driveway (the "Jacks", I think) were still standing. There was some sort of comfort to me in that. That's all for now, -Vickie Andersen Simmons ===================================== >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) The mention of PE teacher, Violet Jones, at Jefferson jogged another memory for me. A number of years ago, I ran across a cute book in the library called Hooray, PE Today, by Violet Jones. It is her memoir of teaching PE at Jefferson. The book was published in 1959, so some of you who remembered her on line might be mentioned. -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) ======================================== >>From: Carol Boyd Breckenfeld (72) Eva Clark Perry (49) wrote about the car that is also a boat. I remember an aqua colored one in the 1960's that would enter the river by the Hunt Street entrance. I would watch, in absolute awe, as it just would drive right in the Mighty Columbia, and "swim" to work. Does anybody know who owned this miracle vehicle? -Carol Boyd Breckenfield (72) ========================================= >>From: Douglas Payne Noblehorse (73) To: Michael Figg (70): Are you related to Janney Figg, who graduated in 73? -Doug Noblehorse ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/19/98 16 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Al Parker (53) Gary Horton (59) wrote: "one of the best looking cars driven by a Bomber was a beautiful candy apple red ford owned by a guy named Ray. " Tony Tellier (57) wrote: "This was owned by a Kennewick character named Ray Quinlen ... or Quillen. Al Parker (53) now adds: The "Kennewick character named Ray Quillen" is the ex husband of my sister, Penny Parker Quillen! ============================= >>From: Sandy Denberger Koontz (57) Hi, This is Sandy Denberger Koontz, Class of 57, and I have never written [before], but I'm here now. We had a wonderful 40th reunion in 1997 and plan to have another in 2002, God willing and the creek don't rise. One of the things we were all aware of when we met in 1997 was the fact that we were still here and many of our classmates weren't, so I composed a poem about them. In Loving Memory Each one came from a different place To become a beloved and familiar face. We all walked through hallowed halls, Loved football and danced at balls. Soon, after graduation came, We left Col. High seeking fortune and fame. Some of us left much too fast Leaving behind a mourning class. Those left behind will always regret Losing the classmates we can never forget! 5/17/97 Let's all be glad to be here and see the new millennium begin! -Sandy Denberger Koontz (57) ================================= >>From: Judy Parker (60) My family lived in the "F" House on the corner of Van Giesen and Stevens Drive for 50 years (l946 to l996). Jane [54], Bill [57], Judy [60], Beth [63] and Laura [65] all Columbia High School Alums. Richland holds lots of good memories for us all, from Sacajawea, to Jason Lee, and Chief Joseph, and all the years since then. After mom died at age 90, we considered holding on to the house just for reunions but it wasn't practical. Since then, the visits have not been as often, but we still hold dear all our good friends, and look forward to reunions. Thanks for the opportunity. -Judy Parker, Class of '60. ================================ [Judy -- How'd I do with those graduation years for your siblings? Any of the others have e-mail? -Maren] ================================= >>From: Jack and Sondra Telfer McGee (60) Just found your site. It's a great idea and will make the work of finding fellow students a lot easier for the reunions. Please add us for the Class of 60. ============================= >>From: Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) To: Millie Finch Gregg (54): Yes, I certainly remember Col Hi Band teacher, Gordon Pappas. He was an awesome teacher who did a lot to raise the self esteem of his students, as well as teach them music. I was in his class all three years of high school; made it my personal goal to beat Dick Holmquist out of First Chair position fluitist, which I finally did in my Junior year. Of course to do that I had to get past 3 others, because there were 5 of us. Most of them were much more advanced than I, but I guess I was just more determined. We did have lots of fun in band, though, and I remember fondly the trips for competition to Ellensburg and Pullman. It was either in '60 or '61 that our group of 5 won 1st place in the state competition in Ellensburg. We were all pretty proud of that. -Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) ============================== >>From: Rich Henderson (62) Gary: The third indoor theater was aptly named the "Richland Theater"; was located just off the Parkway adjacent to G.W. Way. Memory is correct it was in business until the mid sixties. Rich Henderson, Class of '62 ============================= >>From: Tom Hemphill (62) To Denny Damschen (62): I also recall (a little bit) the pre-school that we went to that was a couple of blocks from Lewis and Clark. What I remember most is that it took me until I was 35 years old before I would eat squash. I don't know what they put in that stuff, but it was the only food that I just could not eat, and they made me eat it. Hey, does anyone recall why we called Denny Damschen (62) "HANDS" in 6th grade? Rex Davis (PE Teacher and Coach) made a positive impact on a lot of us. I remember him well. His specialty was the trampoline and he looked like Superman flying. I recall one summer, perhaps 1958 or 59, when Mr. Davis set up a summer gymnastics training program in Rex Henderson's (61) back yard. I participated a little with the gymnastics program, but I didn't do real well, so I focused on baseball instead. Then there's brother Mick Hemphill (66) and his first duck. Now Mick, you knew this was coming after you told about my first pheasant. Well, Mick got his first mallard near the mouth of the Yakima river. No, he didn't shoot it out of the air, because it could not fly. He did have to chase it through the swamp and blast it out of the water to get it out of it's misery. He was proud and he wanted me to clean it for him so mom could cook it. You guessed it, there was NO meat, just feathers and bone. I've got more stories about brother Mick, but I'll wait until he has a chance to retaliate. To Ralph Koontz (62): I think that the last time I saw you, we were at a Bluegrass Hoedown Barbecue on a farm near Forest Grove, Oregon. That was 20 years ago. I'm glad that you got a chance to visit with Rex Davis a couple of years ago. -Tom Hemphill (62) ================================ >>From: Earl Bennett (63) Dupus Boomer author Dick Donnell had a son Rick a couple of years older than me. Dick and Zola were interesting and fun-loving folks, pretty good friends of my parents after I had left Richland. I got to know them better at a few parties at their house (overlooking the Columbia, next door to Margo Wood ('63 also), across the street - name forgotten - from a teacher and later school system administrator whose name I will remember spontaneously sometime when I'm not online, or next time I call Mom). Zola really like to dance, even with someone like me, easily 30 years her junior. A month or so ago someone wrote in to the Alumni Sandstorm that the book could be obtained somehow, but I don't have time to search for the entry. Later, ecb3 ============================== >>From: Bomber Bob Mattson (64) I think I was in the fifth grade at CTK when the Scheffer cartridge pens came out on the market. The Sisters of the Holy Names weren't too impressed and the clothes I stained with that pen had me using those black ball-points that had US Government on them in no time flat. Tuna 64 ============================== >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Mina Jo Geery Payson (66) wrote: "The mention of PE teacher, Violet Jones, at Jefferson jogged another memory for me. A number of years ago, I ran across a cute book in the library called Hooray, PE Today, by Violet Jones. It is her memoir of teaching PE at Jefferson. The book was published in 1959, so some of you who remembered her on line might be mentioned." -------- Behymer answers: I was in her book... as the kid who couldn't jump... She taught PE at Sacajawea for sometime also... mid 50s or so... She at 'raw liver' for lunch... I remember that the other teachers couldn't stand sitting at the same table with her. I am trying to local any 'extra annuals' for any years. I will gladly pass them on to those who (1) Never purchased an annual (2) Lost an annual. If necessary, I can photo copy the years 1962, 1963 and 1964. I have just received 15 or so AAA Basketball Tournament programs 1954 to 80s? where Richland played. I will be glad to photo copy any of these for those who would like a copy??? I plan to set up web sites for the 'covers' & 'team photos' + any other bits of information that you might have. Received a U of W obituary for John Myers Class of 1958. Will get this to Maren so that she might add it to the Class of 1958. If you have any photos that you might like to share, please contact me. -Gary Behymer (64) ================================== >>From: Paula Mulvey Noakes (79) I remember now that the drugstore on Thayer/Williams was Pennywise. My mom is out of town (Florida visiting my sister [Diane Bird Izzo 67] and I couldn't call her to confirm or I'm sure she would have remembered! We always walked up to that store and the Mayfair next door to do our shopping. I don't remember ever visiting the Mayfair/C&H in Uptown. I'm sure I must have, but can't recall it right now. I do remember the old Bon Marche on the Parkade (Diane worked there), before the mall opened up, and Newberry's in uptown of course. Don't know how many of you have been in the JoAnn's lately (it's in the old Newberry's), but if you go out the northwest doors, the "Newberry's" inset in the floor is still readable. Somebody asked about the little league field at Lewis and Clark ... my husband says it was called the National Little League Field (at least in the 60s when he was growing up there ... he lived on Delafield and went to Lewis & Clark). I remember there was a fellow who worked at Hanford in the late 70s/80s who drove a car that turned into a boat. I think it was one of the senior managers but for the life of me I can't remember his name. Started with a "D" I think. That was around the time I graduated high school and started my Hanford career of 17 years (which by the way is over now thanks to the "reduction in force" phenomenon). I remember there was an article in the Tri-City Herald about him, and seems like recently there was one of those follow-ups; you know, 10 years later, 15 years later, etc. etc. Gosh it's gonna bug me until I can remember the man's name. It'll come to me in the middle of the night; that's usually when I get my flashes. Signing off for now ... -Paula Mulvey Noakes '79 ============================== >>From: Rick Maddy (67) Re: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62): Thanks for straightening me out there on those street names. I had read that info somewhere while writing a paper on White Bluffs a few years back, and as you have proven, never believe anything you read, and never write anything before you read. Although, are you sure about George Washington? And Abert does start before Adams doesn't it? Thanks. -Rick Maddy (67) ============================= >>From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) Re: Paula Mulvey Noakes (79), Alan's memory has slipped a wee tad, just like the rest of us! The other side to Albertson's was Thrifty Drug, not Payless. My brother-in-law, Bob Loper, worked there in sporting goods and the camera counter until Thrifty closed. Art Meyers was the pharmacist there. Before that, they had both worked in the Uptown Thrifty Drug. Now, if MY memory hasn't slipped some more, I recall Payless being on the corner of Lee and Jadwin -- now it is Dicount Video. Susy Rathjen Whitney '71 ================================ >>From: Jan Figg Stickle (73) Hi - I'm writing to add my name to the directory for Richland High School. I graduated in '73, and my name at the time was Jan Figg. It's now Jan Stickle, and I'm living in Tucson, AZ. I also attended Chief Jo and Jefferson. I can be found at this e mail address! -Jan Figg Stickle (73) ====================================== >>From: Teresa Cook Morgan (73) While I worked in the federal building most of the 70's, I met a man named Bernie Pigg who owned one of those cars that did, indeed, swim the Columbia River every morning. Course, you had to allow for the current. You didn't drive straight across the river, but came out quite a ways down stream. I don't think I ever knew if it was red or how long he'd had it. I think he'd spent years out in the outer areas and couldn't stand the long trip from Pasco. As I recall, for a while he cross the river in his amphibious car, drove to the federal building parking lot, picked up either his other car or his car pool and went the rest of the way out to the area. Are there any other 73'ers out there? -Teresa Cook Morgan (73) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/20/98 11 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From Betty Johnson Bennett (46) I remember the car that drove across the river. It was quite a shock the first time I saw it, going right past me and onto the water. My neighbor used to work with a woman who's husband drove one from Pasco to the Richland side of the river. She thinks the name of the man who owned it was Don Cornell. Probably would have been in the 50's. Sure lots of memories being jogged for me. I have been wracking my brain about Albertsons. I live not far from there and have since '52 and cannot remember what used to be there before Albertsons. There is a display of pictures taken in the "early" times by Robley Johnson at Fred Meyers in Richland. It's on the wall by the entrance at the hardware/garden dept. I will look the next time I am in there. Betty ========================================= >>From: Rex Davis (49) Just heard from Jim Hamilton (63) telling about the Bombers web page so I am sending a note to let people know that Alice and I are retired and living in Pullman. That is where we came when we left Richland in 1966. I have been going back to some class reunions 63-66, and of course some of the Club 40 Reunions. It has been great seeing those who where at Lewis & Clark and Jason Lee and the Gymnasts and Tennis players who come back. I don't have an e-mail address but Alice does and here it is. Rex Davis 49 ========================================== >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) I don't know how many of you remember Harvey Montgomery (50), but this is one guy who hasn't changed a bit. He still is soft spoken and four letter words haven't one place in his language part of his brain. Harvey retired from the area and for the last 35 years installs, repairs, blows out, and turns on sprinkler systems in Richland and surrounding area. Most of his work, now, consists of repairs, blow outs, and start ups. I have the privilege working this fall helping Harvey blow lines out. Boy, you can say one thing about Harvey besides really knowing his business -- he really treats seniors with a great deal of respect and care. I work in the AM and Harvey's wife, Ester, works with him in the PM. If any one would like to send him a message through e-mail, I will gladly sees that he gets it. -Ralph Myrick (51) ========================================== >>From: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) Sad news for Class of 1954. A friend and classmate, Donna Thompson Jackson, class of '54, passed away last night [10/18] at Kadlec Hospital, following a stroke. I'll pass on more information as it becomes known. I've known Donna since elementary school. She, I, and several other classmates sort of grew up together. We dealt with each others growing pains, heartaches, stayed in touch and supported each other through everything. She was an important part of our lives and will be missed. Our loss is God's gain. -Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) ========================================= >>From: Art "Tom" Hughes (56) Re: goose hunting There have been several hunting stories but the one I remember most is when several of my friends, (I won't name them to protect the guilty) were taken up to the Horse Heaven Hills by a friend of one of us. He showed us how to "Ditch Geese". You would dig a long narrow trench tapering from ground level down to about 3 feet deep at the deep end. The ditch was about 15 feet long. We would dig the ditch in a wheat field where there were a lot of geese. We would sprinkle corn on the ground leading into the ditch and then move away. A while later the geese would follow the trail of corn into the ditch. When they got to the deep end of the ditch they could not jump out and were not smart enough to back out of the ditch so we could just walk up and grab them by the neck. We had several good meals over a couple of years and, luckily never got caught. this was when I was about 11 or 12 years old and I thought it was great sport. -Tom Hughes, Class of 56 ========================================= >>From: Vera Smith Robbins (58) Hi to all that are reading the Alumni Sandstorm. I'm still trying to find Andrea (Bennett) Miller (58), who I understand lives in Sumner WA. I've written to her and enclosed a stamped, self addressed envelope but have not received an answer. Anyone knowing her where abouts PLEASE let me know. I will be off line between Nov 12 to Nov 22 (approximately) as I'm moving back to Richland. Little nervous about driving the Ryder truck with car dolly, but I think I should make it. Keep me in your prayers; I'M COMING HOME!! -Vera Smith robbins (58) ==================================== >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) We just got back from a weeks vacation. What fun it's been reading all the articles of the Sandstorm. Must have read for a couple hours last night and still am only half way done. RE: Norma Loescher Boswell (53): I so much enjoyed reading your story about your first sand storm. It captured my attention as a good novel would. Sure am glad that I missed all that sand, although Richland is famous for the dust storms still. RE: Mike Franco (70): I remember the chili and cinnamon rolls that we had for hot lunch. I always had hot lunch that day. I still talk about those cinnamon rolls. Have never had any better and surely wish that I knew how to make them like those we had! RE: Bob DeGraw (66): I also met my father each day when he got off the bus. It was such fun. My cat would follow me too. Those sure were good years. You mentioned having the bomb on the floor during basketball warm-up. I seem to remember the bomb being there. RE: Mary Sullivan (64): I well remember all that dirt in the basements. I remember my father digging it all out when we moved to Benham. I don't remember the actual dig. I do remember there had been dogs living in the house before we moved in and having to put lime down to kill the odor. Ugh! They only needed room for the furnace and sink. RE: Larry Bowls (64): The south end of town was great! We had some neat people living there, right? I don't remember exactly where you lived, but I did then. Wasn't that far from me. RE: Donna Fisher (80): You're right about the stores on the corner of Stevens and Lee. They were Rosauers and Payless. Seems there are a lot of people who went to Southside United Protestant Church that I don't remember going. Funny how one can forget things like that. I remember Rev. Ledbetter quite well. He and his family were so nice. I also remember Rev. Best. He came after Rev. Ledbetter left. He married my ex- husband and I. Do any of you remember the old canoe that was out by Southside? We all thought it was Sacajawea. We were very proud of it and to think it was left there by her. Enough for today. Carol Converse Maurer (64) ====================================== >>From: Wife of Charles Solomon (64) Maren...have noticed that the last few Sandstorms have made mention of Rex Davis, and his 'music teacher' wife, Alice - with added notes about their attendance at Col High reunions, retirement from teaching at WSU and living in Pullman. Just wanted to let all the readers know that 'CLUB 40' (reunion classes from 1944 - ??) secretary, Lola Riley Yale, is the younger sister of Alice Riley Davis. *Both Riley girls are WA HI Grads (GO!! Walla Walla Blue Devils)* Lola Riley Yale, besides being the secretary, is the co-editor of CLUB 40's newsletter ~ sent twice a year. She is married to 1947 class member, Robert Yale, one of the six Yale siblings. They are now living in Kennewick. The cycle is still being carried out, with grandchildren of Bob and Lola currently attending Richland High. (GO!! Bombers) Lola is the mother-in-law of Charles Solomon (64) mother of his wife, Sheri (Scalley) Solomon. The Solomon's currently live in Spokane, WA. **Maren can I have the above posted in the Sandstorm, even though, I, the writer am NOT one of you 'old guys'... LOL... you can list Charles (64) and our e-mail as the source *you know, class of 1964* -Sheri (spouse of Charles Solomon - 64) ======================================== >>From: Erin Owens Hyer (66) Just a note that my last name is Hyer, not Hyder. (Not a big deal). Wanted to thank all the people who responded to my question about Rex Davis. A special thanks to Shirley for his address and phone number. Will contact him next time I am in Pullman. The grocery story at Williams and Thayer was Campbells - then Mayfair. The head butcher was a really nice man named Scotty Crawford. He was married to Cully and they were so nice. Albertson's was paired up with a Thrifty Drug, run by Art Myers. He and my dad got along really well. Somebody mentioned that Pennywise was the only place they ever took anything from - that brought back my memory of shopping at Newberry's. I picked up a package of underwear and was carrying it around the store and forgot I had it. I walked at least half way home when I discovered it. I was so embarrassed. I walked back, paid for it, and then headed for home again. I do remember walking everywhere. I especially remember walking home from the senior graduation party. Didn't have anyone from our class to attend the party with so asked Bruce Wells from the class of 67' to go with me. He loved to dance and so did I. I had a great time. He lived close to where the dancing was and I lived clear across town. So when the party was over (6:30?) we said good bye and I walked home alone, stopping at CUP to take a little nap in the sanctuary. Those were the days! Nothing even close to that would ever happen here in Anchorage. But this is a great place, also. -Erin Owens Hyer (66) ======================================== >>From: Jim Hunter (66) TO Micky Hempill (66): thanks for the information.. remember Chris Fleisher (66)? and Bob Hogue (65)? I think about you guys often. It was great to hear from you..... and thanks to my brother [Keith- 63] and the Sandstorm I can get in touch. There was a group, of us who went to Lewis and Clark and Carmichael and played sports together. THOSE WERE THE DAYS... I bet the picture is a classic of out 1960s team... If some one could scan it and send it I would appreciate it. Remember how much batting practice we had. Cold early season, when Ray Fowley pitched to us. Great memories. Richland was a great place to grow up... from Atomic Frontier Days to the hydroplane races to church basketball on winter nights. It seemed there was always something to do.. without tv and video games. CHRISTMAS SEASON was great, Walking to Uptown in a blizzard. Not many lightweights in those days... How about the free matinees at the Richland Theater. Just bring candy money. Remember the weekend winter hockey games at the Y.. with sticks and tin cans? this usually turned in to a good old fashioned brawl. I remember jumping off the train bridge into the Yakima. Like some sort of passage to manhood, that was pretty stupid, when our out board motor on the boat would not go down off the sand bars and junk.. more later JIM HUNTER 66 ================================================== >>From: Vickie Andersen Simmons (67) Does anyone remember the short lived (I wonder why?) restaurant named "Tim's". It was just down the hill and across the street from the cemetery, near uptown. It moved into the building vacated by Einan's when they moved out across the highway from the "shelter belt". Location truly is everything. -Vickie Andersen Simmons (67) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/21/98 10 Bombers wrote today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Question. How many of you guys and gals are being attacked by that slimey army worm. They haven't reached my house yet. I hoping the cold weather will freeze 'em stiff. =================================== >>From: Dick Epler (52) >From one of the Bomber guest books: Lynn (Madelyn Hinson) and I both graduated from Col High in '52, and were married two years later in 1954. We didn't see many "guests" from 1952 in your guest book, so thought we'd add our two cents worth from some of those years. We now live in a home we built on a 60 acre piece of paradise near Mt. Vernon, Oregon, but over the last 50 years, or so, we kept coming back to Richland every few years or so (58, 63-72, 87, 89-95) to work and to enjoy. We've lived in a lot of different places over the years, but Richland remains one of our favorite places. The last place we lived was in a "G" house at 1323 Kimball Avenue near Sacajawea which Lynn attended in the '40s. We watched it torn down in 1995 ... sad! I attended Col High only two years, from '51 to 52, but have many fond memories. My favorite teachers were Charles Shank and Walter LePage. I, along with several other students, worked one summer at LePage's Pasco farm. I think the Uptown area had just been built. -Dick Epler (52) ===================================== >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) I know what used to be where the Albertson's store is on Lee Blvd. It was the end of the women's dorm complex. That very end corner had lots of trees and was somewhat vacant, but it belonged to the dorms. We used to walk past them every day on the way to the H.S. and also as I have said before, I had a paper route in the women's dorms for the Tri-City Herald for six or seven years. -Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) ======================================== >>From: Millie Finch Gregg (54) To Don Fisher (50) - thanks for the history for those of us who came in 43/44 or later. Do you recall the name of the teams at the old high school? I have heard the Beavers???? You graduated with my brother Charles Finch. He still lives back on the east coast, but at least if finally retired! Enjoy your input... got any more?... Thanks! To Patsy Noble Eichner (61) - I am so sorry about my misinformation of Bill Dunton. I am very excited to hear he is alive and well. Oh, how I would love to hear from him. I would appreciate his e-mail address, it would be great! Thanks for correcting me. To Barbara Parker Grant (62) - Yessssssssssssss I know your brother, Ardie. All of us in the class of 54 know of Ardie. - great guy!!! To Larry Bowls (64) - Thanks for responding to me. Yes, I to remember the auto that rammed into my folks house. I wasn't home at the time, but they told me about it. That was pretty exciting stuff way back then!! Glad to hear that George is doing good. Hope he comes home for our reunions. Oh, those Vitro names - Yes Denson, Crowder, Hahn and Ed Smith were there , but have now since retired. Jack Greene also was there and he retired before I left. Millie Mabbut was still there when I went to work, but left sometime later. You were wondering about Betty Whittlesey? - she is still alive and kicking. She is still working, but I am not sure for whom. She is the lady in fact, who hired me. Also, how could anyone forget George W. Umbright, Jr.!! He was my boss when I worked in Human Resources. He left shortly after Kaiser and Jones became one. He is working as a "head hunter" of sorts. Still lives in Kennewick with his wonderful wife Emmy.... The contractor now on site is Flour Daniel Hanford.... My mom still lives in the house on the corner, and has remarried since my dad died in 83. Keep in touch. To Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) - Hey kiddo - sure glad to know that your Dad is doing good. Tell him hi for me. To Ron Richards (63) - Thanks for passing along the information of a telephone scam. Good valuable information and I have passed it on to my family and friends. Just don't dial 9+0+# for anyone. Any of you out there who don't have a copy of what Ron passed on, maybe it could be repeated as an ALERT!! To Sandy Carpenter McDermott (61) - I'm glad you have good memories of the music department and the fun we had. Those trips were wonderful. I haven't talked to many school kids today that even care about the arts, and not very many are involved. So sad. Thanks To Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) - Yes, what a sad day! Donna Lou Thompson Jackson (54) was a very dear friend . She was in the Girl Scout troop that I was in. We had some really good times. But her illness in the past few years has been so bad, that it is a blessing that she now asleep and not sick. She will certainly be missed at our luncheons at Granny's. Farewell my friend. I agree, our loss is God's gain. Thanks Marguerite, for mentioning her. See ya soon. I thought of a couple more memories. During the early 50's there were no houses past Van Giesen. It was all desolate and lead to North Richland Trailer Park and then the area. Then the city put in a Drive-In theater waaaaaaaaaaaay out on George Washington Way. It would be located today where the 7-11 store and the Washington apartments are now. Anyway, when you went to the 'PASSION PIT", you were way way out in the toolies. Anyone remember or am I the only one to remember this??? Don't be embarrassed ... let me hear from you. Keep up the good work Gary and Maren and all the contributors with wonderful memories. Have a good day!! Millie Finch Gregg(54) ============================================ >>From John Northover (59) Comments made by Steve Carson (58) in THE SANDBOX, brought back a few memories that are germane to the Alumni Sandstorm: 'Does anyone remember the "strike" in 57 or 58 as we rebelled against the administration because they wouldn't let us wear Bermuda shorts. Serious stuff. Steve Carson (58)' {Check out THE SANDBOX #3 for his other comments} ***** That 'battle' was a lead in to the right to wear not only Bermuda shorts, but a simple T-shirt and shower shoes ... which the class of '59, at least the male half of the class continued. I believe the "Boy's Pep Club" [check out the picture under the ALL BOMBER ALUMNI LINKS, CLASS of 1959, '59 Columbian on Line, under CLUBS. - ] was initiated, by some of the senior class [males] of the '59 Senior Class. The club was approved by the school powers-that-be and we were a 'positive' force in cheering the Bomber teams on ... Rotttaaaa...Roootttaaa.!!!!! Remember the great cheers that emanated from our section??? "SISSSSSSSS-BOooooom BBBEEEEeeeee! Kick them in the KNEEEEeeeeeee! SISSsSsss-BoOOOO0omMMmm BBBAAAaassssssssSSS!!! Kick them in the .... OTHER KnNNNEEeeeee!!!" -- We were a clever bunch ... OR .. another great cheer, at the basket ball games ... it went something like this ... Go BOoommmbers .... GOOOO!!! DOown the flooooorrr and SSCCccoreeeee!!! Go BOoommmbers .... GOOOOoooooo!!! Go [other school ... Yakima, Pasco, Kennewick ... ] GGGOOooo!!! DOOooown the FLoooorrr and OUT the DOOOOooorrrr!!!! Go [other school ... Yakima, Pasco, Kennewick ... ] GGGOOooooooo!!! It was a small club and as I understand only lasted for a couple more years. John Northover ======================================== >>From: Tom Hemphill (62) To Jim Hunter (66): You mentioned that when we were kids in Richland, we had a lot of activities to keep us busy without TV and Video Games. We had parks, fishing ponds, the community center, baseball fields, basketball courts and we could walk to these areas without an adult. I also recall that we each had several Moms and Dads to keep an eye on us and help guide us. I am thankful for my other Moms and Dads, like Helen and Kenny Rucker, mother and father of Janis (55), Jack (59) and Roberta "Bobbie" Rucker (60) who lived on Duane (now Goethals). Helen still tells the story about me acting up at C.C. Andersons Store and my mom left us both behind for Helen to deal with. John and Ester Irwin, mother and father of Sonny (56), Jerry (58) and Bobby Irwin (62), always made us feel at home in their house. Everett and Rosana Card, Bobby Card's (62) mom and dad were always supportive and included us in many of their family activities. Yes, as kids we had many "safe" homes to go to, thanks to the moms and dads of Dick Plows (63), Pook Smith (63), Mike Taylor (62), Ronnie Cowgill (62) and many others. I recently had the opportunity to visit with George Pugh, David (62) and Diane's (59) father, and he is still to this day a wonderful mentor with a lot of great memories of our childhood in Richland. It's interesting to talk with other people my age who grew up in other parts of the country, especially in large cities. We did have a very unique community. Is it still the same in Richland? I sure hope so. To Tom Hughes (56): We never learned how to "Ditch Geese," but we did fool a few of them when it was windy. I recall making my first trip to Goose Gap late on a very windy day. My hunting buddies, Jack Rucker (59) and Larry Moss (59) lead me out through the sage brush with no water or wheat fields within miles and convinced me that the geese would soon come. Well, I had to trust them because they were older and they were driving. Guess what... the geese did come, about 20 feet off of the ground and they stopped dead (no pun intended) at the crest of the hill as they tried to fly against the wind. We got our limit, no problem, but that strategy did not work every time. Now I drive by that area and see housing developments. They sure made a mess out of our old hunting grounds! Jim Hunter (66) also mentioned jumping off of the railroad bridge at the mouth of the Yakima river. Perhaps you may want to ask Bobby Irwin (62) how (why) he and I ended up on the very top of the bridge which lead to the final decision that we should jump from there. Well, enough memories for this day. -Tom Hemphill (62) ============================================= >>From: Kenny Wright (63) Is there any Bomber out there that has had television/documentary experience in any capacity? If so, please contact me at: [deleted for privacy]. I have a possible project that is very interesting and challenging. Thanks -Kenny (63) ========================================= >>From: Bob DeGraw (66) Re: carboats & bombs The people who live across the street from my house (actually it's my folks' house, but it's where I grew up and it will always be MY house) had one of those boatcars. Their name is Lindburgh. We were down at the boat dock getting ready to go skiing and he drove up in that little contraption and just drove right into the water. My dad really flipped because he's really mechanically inclined and he wanted to know how it worked and all that. So he would go across the street and get all the details from Mr. Lindburgh. During the Summers of my High School years I worked for the Jolly Green Giant in Waitsburg. I worked in the factory that processed peas. One night -- we weren't working -- myself, and I can't even remember who, were out roaming this huge metropolis for females. We went by a house and on the porch was a Bomb. Ya, a Bomb. We went up to the door and knocked to see why they had a bomb on the porch. No one answered. So we went back another night and still no one was there. So on the 3rd trip to the house, when no one answered, we did what any gold and green blooded bombermaniac would do. We stole it! I brought it back to Richland and gave it to someone at school. But I don't know if we used that one to put in the middle of the court or not. Yes, I was a juvenile delinquent! PS. No one has yet responded as to when we actually became "Bombers". Can I assume that no one knows? -Bob DeGraw (66) ======================================== [Bob: Click link for class of '42 .. There's a picture of the first high school and also an article from the Tri City Herald about the RHS Beavers turned Bombers. Check it out! --Maren] ========================================= >>From: Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) I was driving home from getting my hair ratted and sprayed for the Prom, when my car ran out of gas on the corner of Torbett and Goethals (sp?). Anyway, some guy I knew from school happened along and I got a ride home with him. Being in a hurry to get ready for the evening, I left the car at the corner till the following morning. When my dad and I returned to pick it up, it was gone. Turns out some "Busy body" thought it was stolen because I had hopped into another car so quickly. Anyway, she called the police and it was towed to the police station. We had to go and bail it out. My dad was very quiet during that ride to the police station, and somehow, I knew I was in trouble. I guess the police hadn't even bothered to look at the registration and called our house before towing it away! -Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) ============================================ >>From: Alayna Muhlestein (94) Hey there, I haven't heard about any reunions, but I am sure there will be one. If I hear I'll let you know. I am way excited to see everyone! -Alayna Muhlestein (94) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/22/98 12 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From Betty Johnson Bennett (46) I wrote several days ago that I remembered the amphibious car and thought it was in the 50's. Seems that I was off target by about 20 years!! Guess it was more like the 70's. I moved here with my family from Denver in 1944. My dad was a fireman at White Bluffs. We moved into a 3-bedroom prefab at 707 Sanford. I went to Col-Hi for my junior and senior years, graduating in June, 1946. When we first came here, there was a Naval Air Base at Pasco (out at the old airport there). The Army hadn't arrived here yet that I can remember. I ended up marrying a sailor the next month after I graduated!! We had 3 children, Dave (66), Steve (68) and Janet (71). All three are still living in this area. While the government still owned the houses (we bought ours in 1958), if you lost your job or retired, you had to move out of town. The housing was only for the government workers or people working in facilities that had houses allotted to them. Consequently, it was a very young town and lots of children. While the government still owned the houses, if you wanted to move into a larger house, you had to have a good reason and get approval to do so. Then if your request was approved, you got on a list. The list was displayed on a big board by the housing authority (think it board was where public health is located now). The favorite (and cheapest) entertainment was to put the kids in the car, get a popsicle or something, and go check the housing list to see if your name had maybe moved up a notch!! Lots of memories here. Betty (Johnson) Bennett (46) ===================================== >>From: Mary Kay Mitchell Coates (52) I was saddened to hear the news of "Big John" Meyers (58) death. His sister, Barbara Meyers Granthan (52), and I were best friends all through High School, and Johnny, being a few years younger, was "the fly in the ointment" and seems we were always trying to ditch him. The suddenly, he grew to be a huge hunk of a football player and we then saw him a bit differently! Thinking about John brought back some memories about the group of gals I palled around with. Barb Meyers, Nonajean Sterling, Vera Rodda, Bev Coates and I (all class of 52) were known as the "Amazons" during our last couple years of High School. We were all very TALL gals, and when we walked down the halls of Col-Hi together we presented a formidable front!! We formed a basketball team, and played in a city league. The Civil Air Patrol sponsored us. Les Kurz' (50) dad was our coach. We were pretty much greenhorns but had tons of spirit!! We were awarded the sportsmanship trophy at the end of the season. We were up against seasoned teams that had gals like Bev Clary (49) playing for them. I think Jane Rollison (52) was on that team also. Kay Mitchell Coates (52) =========================================== >>From: Mike Bradley It sure has been interesting reading all of the material in the last few issues of Sandstorm. Someone was trying to find out the name of a police officer that was assigned the job of monitoring most of the kids in those days. The one I recall on too much of an intimate basis was a fella with the last name of Linkus. Over the years I seem to recall meeting him much more than I wanted to. He an my father got to know each other on a first name basis, much to my dismay. Arlo at one time attended Sacajawea grade school. We younger kids were always in awe of him since he was twice as big as we were. Kids assigned to detention from time to time used to get the job of assisting Arlo with his school work. I seem to recall being one who assisted him quite a lot. I do not recall seeing him after I left for Chief Joseph. I can remember the drive inn movie theater with a great deal of fond memories. The group of guys that I ran around with managed to check out the dot patterns on the back of the Olympia Beer Bottles on a regular basis. Someone around town had spread the rumor that if you accumulated so many of the 4 dot labels they were worth a six-pack or a case of beer. We tried to accumulate as many labels as we could at both drive inns. We used to drive clear over to East Pasco as there was a store over there that we could patronize in our procurement of beer. There was also a house somewhere over there we would go to and the guy that lived there would go to the Liquor store and purchase some of that cheap bourbon or fortified wine. I had a special pair of Milkman type overalls and an old shirt that I would don to make me look older for those escapades. I had a 1942 Hudson that the hood opened up from the back and a lot of space between the radiator and the front grill that made an excellent place to stash all of our booze or beer. Trunks would get checked from time to time at the drive in but they never did look under the hood of my car. There has been quite of bit of information about the Irrigation pipes that ran through out the area. I recall a bunch of one night raided a watermelon patch that had one of these pipes adjacent to this guy's property. We would harvest the watermelons and then throw them into the pipe and they would float down where we had parked our cars so we could make a clean get away. We had several watermelon parties on top of flat top in West Richland. Flat top and somewhere out by the old riding academy seem to be the most popular hang outs that were frequented on weekend nights. There was also another place out towards the "Y" fairly close to I think Bob Butler's (56) house that was also a hangout contender. Does anyone remember participating in the Richland Players theater organization? My dad got both my brother and I involved participating as actors,, set makers and what have you. Mike (56) and Terry (57) Van Wyck I know were involved. I was in "Life with Father" and "Mr. Roberts". I played Whitney in "Life with Father" and I can vividly recall Mrs. Van Wyck spraying my hair with Shellac to make the part in the center of my head obey. I have always claimed that is what caused me to loose most of my hair as I aged. The plays were first put on at Chief Joseph as I remember and then were moved to the Village theater downtown. There was also a Richland Light Opera Company who produced several performances. For a small town in Eastern Washington we had a lot of cultural activities, and organizations that were extremely talented and well run. Well, that is it for now. -Mike Bradley (56) ======================================= >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) Just curious if there is anyone from the class of '56 who remembers my brother, Charlie Beardsley. He died several years ago but would like to know of some remembrances I could pass along to his children who live in the area. They were so young and Charlie was so much older than me and my sisters - 6 or more years - that your memories of him would be much different than ours. You can send them to me at [deleted for privacy]. I'd appreciate hearing from any of you "older" Bombers. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ================================= >>From: Ralph Koontz (62) To Tom Hemphill (62) -- Man, you have a better memory than I have, perhaps because I have destroyed or pickled too many brain cells over the years. At that time in my life you would have been more likely to see me at a James Taylor or John Denver concert than a hoe-down. Anyway, I do recall seeing you last at one of our class reunions, I don't recall which one -I guess I lost that brain cell also. I hope all is well with you and your family. I see you and Mickey still enjoy engaging in a little sibling banter. -Ralph Koontz '62 ======================================== >>From: Connie Foster McLean (63) Re: Maiders - Mary-65/Barb-59?60? The grade school the Maider girls and we Foster girls attended was Jefferson. We were part of the neighborhood bunch with Betsy Fuller (63); Dave Warren (61): Dan Finch (62); Jack (61), Hallie (62), Anna (64), Janet (65) Glover; Larry Coryell (61); later on Jeannie Walsh (63) and Frank Stratton (64). The other day, when you were talking about fond memories of Christmas with the Charettes, it also jogged my memories of them -- we lived across "the circle" from them. We marveled at their large family and that everything seemed to always go smoothly for them, despite their huge family. I especially remember the two older girls, one who was going to become a nun, but got married instead. Many fond memories as a small child of playing "hide and seek" and "kick the can" on those late summer evenings and marbles in the middle of the Hunt Point "circle". ======================================== >>From: Mary Collins Burbage (63) To Carol Converse Maurer: How I loved those cinnamon rolls. I have a recipe that comes close. If you would like it e-mail me at [deleted for privacy] and I will e-mail it to you. I was always told that the canoe was left there by Lewis and Clark and that is how the school got its name. In retrospect, I was always very gullible. -Mary Collins Burbage (63) ================================== >>From: Janice Klusman McCurdy (66) To Bob DeGraw (66):. Saw your parents yesterday when the came in to get absentee ballots for the upcoming election. They are neat people. You are lucky to have them. Jan Klusman McCurdy (66) =================================== >>From: Vic Marshall (71) from a bomber Guest book Comments: Looking to hear from anyone who remembers the class of 1970, 1971, or 1972. How's it going?? ==================================== >>From: Teresa Cook Morgan (73) To John Northover (59): Ah . . . such cheers are interesting, and perhaps indicative of the "innocence" or whatever of the time you went to Col-Hi. We had the "BBA" Bleacher Bums of America. All guys with deep, deep voices that filled the gym overpowering all sounds. My favorite cheer yelled with emphasis shown and haughty superiority: Kennewick, Kennewick, if YOU'RE so GREAT. Why don't YOU ever go to STATE? -Teresa Cook Morgan (73) ====================================== >>From: Sue Oberg Friend (79) I'm really enjoying reading the memories that people have in the Sandstorm. I just wish there were more people of my generation contributing (class of 79). Thanks -Sue Oberg Friend (79) ************** [Sue--Send us YOUR memories!! --Maren] *************** >>From: Shelley Williams Robillard (84) This is Shelley Robillard (maiden name- Williams) class of '84. Just stumbled onto your site and enjoyed some of the stories. I was in kindergarten at old Sacajawea, Jefferson, Chief Jo and, of course, Richland High. Many fond memories! Thanks for your effort in keeping track of everyone. ------- also from a Bomber Guest Book: Hi everyone! Another from the class of '84! Let me know how you're doing. I'm doing the mom thing in Moses Lake. Lots of fun! Shelley Williams Robillard (84) ======================================= ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/23/98 5 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From Tony Tellier (57) To Paula Beardsley Glenn (62): I sure do remember Charlie. He lived up north across the street from Medwin Eastwood. Charlie had a fine Ford convert of the '46-'48 vintage. Bob Arnold also lived to the SW of you. What happened to Charlie? According to an AP story in the Thursday, October 22, 1998, the Torrance, CA daily fishwrap -- " No cod too tough" or some such mumbo-jumbo -- "Daily Breeze" (honest!) radioactive ant, flies and gnats were found in the Hanford complex. Remember the film "Them"? Giant ants in the LA sewers? Bomberville had better stock up the GIANT-sized "Raid". [Is that a JOKE paper?] Uh, sort of. They publish daily and I have a 'scrip. Per this piece they quote: "Fluor Daniel Hanford"; Richard Zack, an entomologist at WSU (now THAT is a scary reference ... ); and the whole thing was by-lined by Linda Ashton, The Associated Press TT ('57) In Hb ========================================= >>From: Bob DeGraw (66) To Janice Klusman McCurdy (66): Thanks for the comment about my parents. I think they're pretty neat too. They taught me well even though sometimes when I was in my youth I didn't act like it. Many of you might remember my mom Becky. She managed Lady Dawsons from the time it was opened till just a few years ago. She also worked at the Bon before that. She started there when it was in the C C Anderson building. My Uncle George Anderson still owns Dawson Richards and is a Col Hi grad but I'm not sure which year [53?]. Some of you probably remember a couple of my Aunts too. Diane Anderson Volmer and Linda Anderson Walley. (married Galen Walley who played in "the band") Both were Bomber cheerleaders. Their mother, my Grandmother, Ethel Anderson, is still alive and kicking at 90. She moved to Richland in 1943 so she has to be one of the older pioneers still living in Richland. Different people have mentioned fruit raids of one type or other. Richland was an orchard. We had 4 Peach trees and a plum tree in our yard and the Berkleys who lived next door had a couple of Apple trees. There were also a lot of Cherry trees around. On more than one occasion, late in the peach season when the peaches were ripe and getting mushy, I can remember hucking them at various objects like dogs and cats and windows and the sides of houses. Who needed eggs! -Bob DeGraw (66) ================================= >>From: Joy Stanfield (71) Bob DeGraw: Do your parents own Dawson Richards at the Uptown? Do you have a younger brother Marty DeGraw? He is married to my baby sister. Ralph Kootz: Luanna Koonz lived in West and went to Chief Joseph. Any relation? And Dear Victor Marshall: We first met in Kindergarten at Sacajawea. (imagine - 40 years ago!!) I ran into you some years back -- I will never forget your memory of me. I wore a goofy looking swimming suit you said but you thought I was cute anyway. Still makes me smile. Love to hear from you Vic. My friend Woody Kesel (class of '67) has some great pictures of the Spudnut Shop Little League teams. One of these days I will get them on the Bomber Picture Site. They are in storage in Idaho right now and I am in Texas. Great pictures -- Ronnie and Donnie Campbell [70], Les [66] and Craig [67] Brown, a Welsh brother or two, Mike Sheeran [66] -- just to name a few. I remember 'the boys' going off to Waitsburg to work in the peas. Still cannot eat Jolly Green Giant peas. I remember a summer sorting cherries down at the "Y" with Barb and sister Rena. And at least one summer sorting potatoes in Pasco with another sister Caroline [66]. My friend Karla took me to see BB King in Walla Walla in the late 60's. What a treat. Wasn't allowed to go to 'that sleazy' Roller Rink though -- boy that was a 'bummer.' I really wanted to be there. That was where the action was I thought. I remember the Water Follies and the Hydroplane races. Never forget walking down that river road in my early teens listening to my brother's band playing "Whiter Shade of Pale" by Procal Harem. That song is still my very favorite. Can't remember the name of the band my brother was in but they practiced in our basement and I loved it. When I was around 16 my friend donned her Mother's wig and bought beer. I was impressed!!! I would not have been able to pull that off. I remember the dress standards at Chief Joseph. Rolling my skirts up in the morning and rolling them down when I was called into the office. Kneeling down for the girl's counselor so she could be sure it wasn't more than 3 inches from the ground with a ruler. Having to go home and change if it happen to measure 4-heaven forbid-inches above the knee. Hey -- I still love mini skirts. Miss Boatman's PE class in Junior High was the best. For some reason or another Steph, Paula and I were always 'doing laps'. I think we were just having too much fun. When I was very young we would get in our pajamas Saturday evening and my parents would take us to the Drive-In movies. Can't recall one movie as I was sound asleep before they even started. On Sunday my Dad would take us for a drive. He'd drive up to flat top getting as close to the edge as he could. We got so excited it made him laugh and laugh. I am sure he didn't get that close but we loved the thrill. We would go out to Horn Rapids and watch Indians netting salmon sometimes. After our outing we went home and made the best banana splits. Of course Bonanza was on at 9pm. Had to stay up for Little Joe Cartwright. Sledding Carmichael Hill. And Christmas caroling. Trick or treat bags filled with 5 cent hershey bars etc.. I was in heaven for weeks after Halloween. 'Tooling' Zips and spending my lunch money on cigarettes. ( I was going to quit smoking when they went up to 50 cents a pack if I recall -- sure right - - I paid $3.75 for a pack in Seattle not too long ago) Levee Landing and jumping from the cliffs. (Can't remember if I made the plunge or not. Probably not.) Floating the river. The Lagoon. Baitman Island. Sacajawea Park. Hat Rock. Never would swim the Yakima though. Every summer we would go camping, either to the mountains or over to the coast. I remember the sun rising over the Columbia and the most beautiful desert sunsets. I remember 'The Field' between Jadwin and Geo Way by the Uptown. I lived on Johnston and loved walking across to the river. Remember swimming off the docks in summer. And going everywhere barefoot!!! Life was good Peace Joy Christine Stanfield (71) ====================================== >>From: Lois Clayton Colton (72) To Vic Marshall (71): There are other 70 -72'er's lurking out here. :-) Two days ago my 15 year old son said something about "Man of La Mancha" and I started singing, "I am I, Don ...." He looked at me and in a very surprised tone asked me where I learned that? It did kind of surprise me, too, because I'm not sure. I went to see it twice I think when the Richland Light Opera performed it. I can't believe that I would remember it just from watching it twice, and some on TV, though. I usually tried to watch all the plays the Richland Light Opera put on. Sometimes I watched the Players also. There was a Beauty Shop by the old Mayfair grocery store. Dolly was my mother's and my beautician for years. Is she anyone's mom that reads this? I always enjoyed getting my hair cut there. -Lois Clayton Colton '72 ==================================== ======================================= That's it for today. Please send more. ======================================= ======================================= *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/24/98 6 Bombers wrote today: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Don Fisher (50) To: Millie Finch Greg (54): In 44 or 45, my mom let me skip a half day at Lewis and Clark to go down to the "Park" and watch the Richland play Pasco (I think we won). The left side of Lee was the ball field and the right side was the swimming pool. The Richland team in those days were the "Beavers" and they practiced and showered at the north end of the old Lewis & Clark school. -Don Fisher (50) ********************************** >>From: Jim Russell (58) Well, it's that time of year when Halloween memories start to surface. In grade school (Lewis and Clark), we cut out silhouettes of cats and witches; posted them on the cork board to decorate the room. Colored leaves were brought to school to add to the decor. Also we used leaves as a pattern to spray paint on butcher paper (the trick was to dip a toothbrush into various colors of poster paint and use a screen to spatter the paint - no such thing as a spray can of paint in those days). Halloween parties were in abundance. Probably "the best" one I remember was held at the Brinkman's. Sandy and George and Kippy had a wonderful Mom (probably wonderful Dad, too) who made the evening a super event. We bobbed for apples, ate caramel covered apples, had to endure the peeled grapes and other horrible feelie touchie atrocities while blind folded. Popcorn, cider punch, music - all added to the fun time at this Halloween party. (I don't remember if that party was in my fifth grade year or not, but Mrs. Brinkman was my fifth grade teacher.) Other Halloweens my brother Jack (60) and I covered the entire south end seeking treats. (I never had the courage to execute the "tricks.") I had a grid system all worked out in our rounds. No house was left untapped to fill our unsatiated appetites. We made two - three trips back home just to deposit those bags of treats. We were aware to be careful about hazardous needles or such in candy or apples, but only because it was a national news item, not something we ever experienced in Richland. The only real danger was to watch for cars when crossing the dark street or tripping over a low slung hedge as we dashed to the next source of cherished goodies. We wouldn't think of trick-or-treating without a legitimate costume. A lot of planing would go into our home made disguise. Not like some of the trick- or-treaters I see these days. Most don't even wear a costume. Each year there was one house I approached with dreaded determination. The adults there would always demand we sing a song to earn our treats. I figured it was time to find something else to do on Halloween when I realized I knew the words to the Col-Hi fight song! Halloween was a special time for a kid. How come it seems like such a bother, now? Darn, I hate growing up. -Jim Russell (58) ********************************** >>From: Sherry Nugent Dupuy (62) Joy Stanfield (71): Altho you graduated nine years after me... your memories parallel mine. One thing you mentioned really jogged my memory and that was the Christmas caroling. Is there anywhere in the world they still do that? I remember one year in particular when there was snow on the ground and in that erie quiet hearing the voices of carolers coming down the street. Now we listen to them on CDs on high $$ sound systems - but it loses something in the translation..... like the warm fuzzy feeling. Thanks, Sherry Nugent Dupuy (62) ********************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) Some stuff: ...What ever happened to Fred Milton (66)? Who could forget Fred plowing through holes probably punched by Dave (65) and Doug (66) Strasser, and usually dragging two or three opposing defensive players for an extra seven yards or so? ...a Boston shake from Tastee Freeze. I recall Them having 50 flavors long before that being considered passé. ...being branded by those pre-fab heaters. ...Steve Panther's (67) twelve foot jumper ...where is Barbie Fisher? ...taking deep breaths until you hyperventilated, then someone pinching off your jugular until you passed out. ...passing through duck tails, flat tops, California rakes, and Beatlemania. ...swamp coolers ...Phil Collins, Alton Spencer (67), Ken "Spider" Webb (67), and I going out to the West Richland dances held in that little building (now gone) set back off the road on right, next to the market as you first crossed the bridge. Wanting to have a dance with Kathy St. George, but with Rob Williams (67), Aaron Anderson (67), Randy Holman (67), and the rest of the West Richland gang standing around, I never pressed my luck on their turf. I bet you were in there too, Pam E.? ...and I would like to mention Jeff Upson (67) who left our class, long before VHS, with film that included many of us in, out, and about the campus (66- 67). I am sure many of my classmates and peers are still scratching their heads trying to figure the reason that made him want to leave us so early. We certainly would have wished he were still with us to thank for such a gift. If I could go back and relive my life, I certainly would never change growing up in Richland, with the exception of maybe trading places with John-Boy Walton. I have several friends that still live there and pull into town now and then to visit. My son was born there. It will always be my hometown. I left in 1979 because it was too quiet, peaceful, and a great town to raise kids in. I left for some excitement, and from some neighbors that thought I should get a job (I still don't have a job), and anonymity in the woods south of Olympia. -Rick Maddy (67) ********************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) Hi Vic Marshall... and Joy Stanfield... other 70's era souls out there... remember "dock tag" and jumping off the water treatment plant tower... or going across the river to steal water melons but smearing mud over our boat numbers first ?... and remember the cop at ZIPS... Loadafink ??? and beer foootball in the Payless parking lot "under the lights"... sledding on "Bergdahl's hill"... floating the river... walking to the island in August, the island totally gone in May.... the really cool Yakima River floods.... or the Yakima River freezing over... Leonard Soure (mech drawing teacher) at Chief Jo... Gene Bernard at Chief Jo taking us "long-hairs" downtown to get our hair cut because it was over our collars... going duck hunting before school then leaving dead ducks in our parents' cars all day while we were in class... painting "the slab" below Col-Hi... Fran Rish giving us a loud lecture about cussing at basketball games... the deer that used to come up the river on the Richland side in the mornings... going out to the old trailer park in North Richland and beating the hell out of our parents' cars after seeing the movie BULLET with Steve McQueen..... ahhhh I could go on forever..... -Mike Franco (70) ********************************** >>From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) To Lois Clayton Colton (72): You mentioned Dolly's Beauty Shop. Well, her name was Dolly Dean and her son Horace Dean was a courier with my dad, for AEC. Her husband Earl Wilson was, at one time, married to my Aunt Judy. And that's all I know. *************************************** *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** Almost time for those of us who need to do it to turn our clocks back -- FALL BACK at 2AM -- EARLY Sunday morning -- 10/25/98 ****************************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/25-26/98 11 entries -- only 5 yesterday -- combined 2 days. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Betty Johnson Bennett (46) To Maren: You asked if my children who graduated from Col-Hi have e-mail. Dave (66) can be reached at: [deleted for privacy] Janet (71) is arranging to get on the "net". I'll forward the Alumni Sandstorm on to her when I get her e-mail address. Don't know about Steve (68) yet. Dave's daughter (Elissa) also graduated from Col-Hi (think it was '95). She doesn't have e-mail as of now, but if anyone wants to reach her, they can send to my e-mail address. That's 3 generations of us that graduated from Col-Hi.!! Betty Johnson Bennett (46) ********************************** >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) We were in Richland last weekend visiting my Mother. I asked her to call one of her high school buddies (class of 34) and ask about the name of the high school mascot from the old Richland Hi. She called Lester Fishback - class of 34 - who still lives in Richland as he was a member of the BB team from 31- 34. They were called the Colts - when the project began, the name was changed to Beavers in 43. Mother has lived in Richland since 1927 - Her father, Ray Rose, was a member of the School board in the 30's, her diploma bears his name. I was in that geometry class with Mrs. Bouscher that had the trap door in the floor. I remember the day some of the boys went down during class and produced a can of beer - there was a great round of laughter and Mrs. B. simply did not know what to say. -Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) ********************************** >>From: Tony Tellier (57) To Bob DeGraw (66) who said "Diane Anderson Volmer and Linda Anderson Walley. (married Galen Walley who played in 'the band')" I had earlier asked about Galen and The Pyramids ... no one replied. So what's the latest scoop? TT '57 ********************************** >>From: Ralph Koontz (62) To: Joy Stanfield (71): I am not a close relative of Luana Koontz. I suspect our family trees come together some time in the past. Ralph Koontz '62 ********************************** >>From: Connie Boehning Nicholson (64) Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) mentioned the dorm complex on Lee Blvd She was a paper carrier there. I also delivered the Herald to these dorms. There were dorms for single women and one dorm for married couples. The men's dorms were on Jadwin. Couldn't have them too close you know. My grandma Strege and my husband's aunt were housekeepers at those dorms. There were plum trees at each dorm. I also remember a Ford dealership being across the street. This would have been on Stevens at the corner. Does any one remember a man sitting on a pole for 3 or 4 days? I don't know why or when he did this, or is my mind failing. -Connie Boehning Nicholson (64) ********************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Thanks to James Byron for sending the nice article on John Meyers (1958) from the Husky Newsletter. If you visit the Class of 1958 you will find that link. Orchids to Maren Smyth (1964) for loaning me her Dupus Boomer Book. Yes, Maren, I still have it. Would anyone like a photo copy of this before I send it back?Yes, Dee Dee (1964) I still have to make a photo copy of the 1964 annual for you. It will get done (;-) Thanks to James Johnson for sending 15 or so AAA Basketball Tournament programs. I will get them scanned in the next few days and get them back to you. I do have a little memory from after high school. I was drafted in August of 1968 and sent to Fort Lewis for 'basic training'. One of the fellows in my 'basic' unit was David Ford (1966), younger brother to Joe Ford (1963). That's not too unusual but when our 'unit' was on the 'hand grenade' range, it was Byron Shaw (1964) who handed me the live grenade. He was about ready to be discharged from the Army. I took AIT training at Fort Ord and more training at Fort Gordon. Ended up as an O5C. Score 8 points if you know what MOS that was (;-) Spent 1 1/2 years with the 511th MI Company. -Gary Behymer (64) ********************************** >>From Mary Sullivan (64) WHOA!! What's happening here??? CALLING ALL BOMBERS!! Are we slowing down here or what?? Loved Jim Russell's (58) entry today!! It has brought some memories of my own re-Halloween on Craighill! However, they will have to wait because my "computer time" is up for now! Til Monday then! -Mary Sullivan (64) ********************************** >>From: Vernon Blanchette (64) Here is a memory maybe someone can help me with. My parents took my sister and I to a church in Richland called the "United Protestant Church" (at that time). I can remember Margaret Weeks (64) and others doing liturgical dance in white robes at the front of the church. There was a very good pastor there who later died suddenly (heart attack) while playing golf. Keeled over on the golf course, I think. What was his name? Also, did anyone (besides me) go to the United Protestant Church's summer camp in the mountains? (Near Yakima??). -Vernon Blanchette (64) ********************************** >>From: John Bradley (65) WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS MOMENT TO THANK ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE CONTRIBUTED GREAT STORIES ABOUT A CITY THAT WILL REMAIN IN MY HEART FOREVER. I'VE TRAVELED ALL OVER THE WORLD A COUPLE OF TIMES, BUT I HAVE NEVER SEEN OR HEARD OF A TOWN LIKE OURS. WE HAVE TO FACE THE FACT THAT WE WERE RAISED IN A UNIQUE AREA AND PLACE. MY OLDER BROTHERS WILL AGREE, THAT WHEN WE GRADUATED IN (56), (60) AND (65), WE COULD NOT WAIT TO GET OUT OF THE AREA AND VISIT THE WIDE WONDERFUL WORLD. THERE WERE LOTS OF US IN THE DIFFERENT CLASSES WHO LEFT AND HAVE FOND MEMORIES OF HOME. SOME RETURNED TO RICHLAND TO WORK AND RAISE A FAMILY BECAUSE THEY DETERMINED THAT IT WAS REALLY A GREAT PLACE TO RAISE A FAMILY. ONE PLACE THAT MY MOTHER USED AS A "BABY SITTING SERVICE" WAS THE RICHLAND SWIMMING POOL. WE BOYS ALL HAD LESSONS IN THE MORNING ALL THE WAY THROUGH SENIOR LIFE SAVING AND THEN SPENT THE DAY AT THE POOL. I DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH IT COST IN THE 50'S AND EARLY 60'S FOR THE SEASON PASSES, BUT I CAN ONLY SAY IT WAS A GOOD INVESTMENT. WE WOULD RIDE OUR BIKES UP IN THE MORNING, BRING A LUNCH, AND SPEND THE DAY. THE ONLY THING WE HAD TO DO WAS BE HOME BEFORE MY DAD GOT OFF THE BUS FROM WORK. NOW, I LIVE IN MARYLAND, AND THE COST WOULD BE WAY TOO MUCH TO AFFORD. MOST OF THE POOLS AROUND HERE ARE PRIVATE CLUBS, AND TO PAY $800.00 TO JOIN THE CLUB AND $200.00 A MONTH FOR A FAMILY MEMBERSHIP IS BEYOND MY BELIEF. I CAN REMEMBER GETTING MY UNIFORMS READY FOR SCHOOL AND THE HARDEST PART WAS GETTING INTO A PAIR OF SHOES. I HAD WORN "FLIP FLOPS" THE ENTIRE SUMMER, OR HAD GONE BAREFOOT. DAMNED IF A PAIR OF SHOES HURT MY FEET. MOST OF US HAD TANS THAT SOME OF THE KIDS TODAY WOULD DIE FOR. IF WE WORE A SHIRT, IT WAS A T-SHIRT, AND THE PANTS WERE USUALLY CUT OFF'S FROM THE PREVIOUS SCHOOL YEAR. TALK ABOUT A TAN LINE. I DON'T REMEMBER SUN BLOCKS, BUT I DO REMEMBER TANNING LOTIONS FOR THE GIRLS. I SUPPOSE, THERE WAS AN ACTIVE COMPONENT IN THE LOTION FOR SUN BURNS, BUT I REALLY DON'T KNOW. CHEMISTRY WAS NEVER MY STRONG POINT AT ANYTIME. THE DRIVE INN'S IN THE AREA WHERE REALLY GREAT. I CAN REMEMBER WED. NIGHT "BUCK NIGHT". GETTING AS MANY KIDS INTO A CAR AND TRYING TO DRIVE OUT TO THE DRIVE INN. WE USED TO PUT THEM IN THE TRUNK OF THE CAR TOO. OVER HEARING A CONVERSATION ONE DAY, I HEARD A LADY TALKING TO MY MOTHER ABOUT "PASSION PIT". I WAS ONLY 10 OR SO AND DIDN'T REALIZE WHAT SHE WAS REFERRING TO UNTIL I GOT OLDER. THEN I UNDERSTOOD THE REFERENCE QUITE WELL. YES, THEY WERE QUITE A PLACE INDEED. PLAYING "KICK THE CAN" IN FRONT OF THE NORTHOVERS AND JOHNSONS WAS A REAL GREAT TIME FOR ALL OF US KIDS. MR. NORTHOVER (SPARKY) HAD AN OLD ARMY TENT THAT HE PUT UP IN THE BACK YARD. WE KIDS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD USED TO SPEND FRIDAY OR SATURDAY NIGHT THERE. HE MADE THE BEST PANCAKES IN THE MORNING YOU EVER HAD. AH, THOSE WERE THE DAYS. WELL, I'VE RAMBLED ON ENOUGH AND IT IS TIME TO CLOSE FOR NOW. I ONLY HOPE THAT SOME OF THE MEMORIES OF MINE WILL BE AS PLEASANT TO YOU AS THEY ARE TO ME. JOHN BRADLEY (65) ********************************** >>From: Ron Sledge (65) Maren and Gary, It has been great reading all the input to your project. My wife recently forwarded about 30 issues of the Sandstorm to me here in The Hague. The resulting hours of reading and remembering has been the best medicine for someone away from home. I see my sister Carole Sledge Jones (63) has put in her two cents. (Haven't come up with a get-even piece YET!!!) My uncle Keith Clark (47) is also aboard. I actually got my first issue forwarded to me by Mike Perkins (67) from Indonesia. Truly a Global event. Mike recently dropped in on me for an evening of talking over old times on his way back to Indonesia after attending a wedding in Scotland. Most interesting to me is the earliest memories that came flooding back. My first recollection is our house at 1510 Sanford. Our neighbors were Larry Boyd (65) on one side and Alfred Graff [64] (moved to San Jose) on the other. There was also Gary Schirado [62], Mike and Pat McGeehan (sp), Scotty and Kirby Peterson, Nancy Cruz. Other playmates included Charlie Nevins (65), Terry Davis (65), Ray Stein (64), Earl Bennett (63) and his sisters and a few others who's names seem to escape me for now. During this time I attended Jason Lee for the first few years then on to Christ the King for two years then back to JL. The memory of Rex Davis (49) jumping on the trampoline in the school auditorium (bounced almost to the ceiling as I remember it) had an impact on me that lasted into high school. I later joined the gymnastics team and focused on the trampoline along with Bob and Bill Hyatt [63] and Fred Schafer [63]. I've seen others describe the open fields near Jason Lee. We used this area to make forts and had a lot of dirt clod fights, played cowboys and indians and later even a few BB gun wars. (Not too smart). Learned to ride a bike by borrowing one from a neighbor, Judy Johnson [59] who, I believe, later became a pharmacist. Played little league on HAMTC with Larry Boyd, Ray Stein [64], Mike Gilchrist [62], Mike Botou [65] and a lot of others. Floyd Gates used to give us hell if we showed up for practice with blood shot eyes from the swimming pool. We had a pretty good team as I recall. My first paper route at age nine was with the Spokane Daily Chronicle. Covered about two thirds of Richland for 26 customers. Later traded this in for a more lucrative Columbia Basin News route to finance skiing activities. How many remember the buses from the BB&M parking lot to Spout Springs and a few trips to White Pass? Those ski trips were the best. We used to spend to spend several hours climbing the walnut trees along Sanford. Too bad they cut those down. Recall boxes of walnuts gathered in the fall. The green ones made for good throwing. Stung like crazy when they hit you square. I know my mom cringed when we climbed. I seemed to always be breaking bones. Once when teaching a pet sparrow to fly I recall it landing in a tree. I got a card table out to climb up for a rescue when Larry Boyd kicked a leg out from under the table. A compound fracture of the left arm resulted and I got strict orders to never climb again. Larry got in dutch too. Recall taking base fiddle lessons from Miss Just. Thankfully it was realized early on I had absolutely no talent for music. The only other teacher I remember from Jason Lee was my kindergarten teacher. Don't recall her name but she was a mountain ranger during the summer and I had a big crush on her. I've lost track of most of this group of neighbors, except for Larry Boyd. See him from time to time when I have occasion to drive through Oregon on the way up to Richland. Enough from this part of the experience. Thanks for letting me ramble on. -Ron Sledge (65) ********************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger Nassen (67) To: Rick Maddy (67): Hi there!! Yes Rick I was at many a dance in that building in West Richland! I ran with most of the kids there, even if I lived in Richland (1304 Wilson). In those days W.R. was considered the wrong side of the tracks, where the hoods and greasers hung out! But they were the BEST BUNCH of kids you could ever what to know! I hear that Alton Spencer [67-deceased] got into some kind of trouble and spent some time in jail. Rob Williams (67) is in Lewiston Idaho and we write back and forth. Remember Rick Allen (67)? He, too, lives in Lewiston, Idaho! Ricky was my protector and dearest friend, along with Lewis Gray, Terry Canoy (67). I'll stop naming names now, you jog the ol brain and it's on the run!! Tastee Freeze who could forget, the chocolate dipped cones with sprinkles long before Dairy Queen was around. Jeff Upson [67-deceased] was a very dear friend of mine. We ran together in our 9th and 10th grade years. He loved his radio and filming and he was always so very funny. There are question we'll never be able to find the answers to. I know what his family was and is still going through, as my oldest son, Kyle, killed himself this last 9/11/98. He had so much to live for... but all we can do is pray and remember the good times and the fun we all had. Please all of you out there in Bomber Land or where ever you are give your kids a hug; a call tell them you Love them -- do it as often as you can. Pam Ehinger Nassen 67 Bombers Cheer *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/27/98 and 10/28/98 14 Bombers wrote for these two days: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Dick Wight (52) Some of the old memories are intriguing. I only lived in Richland '48 to '52 though my folks lived there much longer. However, I was born in Pasco ('34) - lived in Walla Walla, Pendleton Ore. and Ellensburg before we moved to Richland. My mother was born and raised in Pasco as well. I vaguely remember Kennewick population sign saying "1726" or some similar number in the 1700's. Richland didn't even rate a route sign off Highway 12, as I recall! In '51 or so I was in the school agriculture class, and got sent over to the old Pasco airport to pick up a big flatbed semi truck and trailer - I'd never driven anything that big, but the kids in the Ag class had to have government driver's licenses as we had government owned equipment in the school district. I got the truck and trailer "hung up" trying to make it around the corner at the main intersection in downtown Pasco, and local police had to stop traffic, back people up and "coach" me around the corner. One of the officers had less than kind things to say to me! And I was terrified driving that big rig across the only (narrow) bridge across the Columbia. Anyone know what became of Gene Conley? He was Col Hi '48 or so, was a star baseball and basketball player, I think played for WSU. Later on he played basketball for Boston Celtics and also pitched for two major league baseball teams. He pitched an exhibition game in Kennewick against or local pro baseball team in '50 or '51 - very impressive guy! Regards, Dick Wight '52 ********************************** >>From: Denny Damschen (62) To: Tom Hemphill (62): Hey, Tom! Glad you came up for air long enough to contribute to the memories! You still diving? In Re: Hey, does anyone recall why we called Denny Damschen (62) "HANDS" in 6th grade? I don't recall. I'll admit I have downed A LOT more alcohol than ginkoba in my time and thus have destroyed A LOT more brain cells than I have repaired. Let me guess though -- I'm guessing that when the teacher asked a question I was always the first to raise my hand with the correct answer. Just guessing, I could be wrong. Not in the 6th grade, but starting in about the 9th at Carmichael, continuing on through Col Hi, and the last 36 years I have often been accused of having 'International Hands'. You know, 'Roman Hands and Russian Fingers'. (I have been accused of other things during those years too, but that subjects best left to a chat room discussion on Later, -Denny Damschen (62) ********************************** >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) Anyone remember learning to drive out where the old trailer park used to be in North Richland. I remember learning to drive a stick shift in my friend Jane Matoon's car and was surprised she still had a transmission when I had finally mastered it. Still can drive a stick to this day. Kind of like riding a bike!! My son is a junior at "Col" high and I am amazed at the number of cars in the parking lot now. I never got to drive until after I graduated so walked "miles through the snow". Does anyone remember those weird snowsuits and leggings we wore in grade school and the girls always wore dresses with leggings - jeans were a big no-no. They were warm but you couldn't move they were so thick - oh for a little Thinsulate or Gortex in the '50s. I'm involved in a fun event called Cool Desert Nights held in Uptown in June every year. It is really nice to see some of those old cars and remember when they were new and we would have died to have one of our own. Gotta go now - Keep the memories coming. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ********************************** >>From: Ann McCue Hewett (63) Uh oh. Jim Russell's [58] entry has stirred up Halloween memories! Because the past becomes one big happy blur for me, I don't remember my age at the time, but half way up the block on Horn (from Whitten) there was a family who really did Halloween up.... fancy carved jack-o-lanterns.... weird lighting... (remember POPCORN BALLS?). The year I am thinking of they had the doorway rigged so it was all covered except a slot at the bottom large enough for a broiler pan to be pushed out. We never say anyone but there was all the eerie music and noises. When a group of trick or treaters went to the door the tray came out with the exact number of treats needed. My little sister was too scared to go to the door so I went back for her - a big booming voice said, "Why are you back... haven't you been here before?" I was mortified! I never trick or treated there again and even cringed when I passed that house throughout the years... what a chicken! Jim also commented about how he hates growing up... again, I agree. Things were so fun as kids! I know I enjoyed myself, but I'm not sure I enjoyed it as much as I should have. Thank goodness for memories. Being a kid I can remember the great snow days we had - sledding or "skiing" on 'Bergdahl hill' or the hill behind the Glovers (Seeing that "hill" now, I can't believe we could even get any momentum going!) The long walk home - exhausted, cold, wet, those old white snow boots rubbing the back of our legs... and then getting all the clothing off and warming up on cocoa! The RARE snow days in Abilene when our boys were growing up weren't nearly as fun... (#1 problem, very few hills) - but the MESS... all the wet clothes and the tired, cold kids --- being the Mom wasn't nearly as fun as being the kid..... Oh dear. Must return to reality. Have a great one... and everyone, thanks for all the memory jogging! -Ann McCue Hewett (63) ********************************** >>From: Mary Lou Watkins Rhebeck (63) To Vernon Blanchette (64): Vernon, I was a member of Central United Protestant Church (CUP) my entire life.. until I left Richland for college in 1963.... but was married there, in the new church, in 1966. I, too, remember the dance in church, with the girls wearing long white dresses. A classmate of mine, Cecile Phillips, was also one of the cast of dancers. I was very impressed and so glad I didn't have to do it. Dave Seaman was the minister who died... we all loved him. He was so close to all the teenagers. I was a member of the youth choir (we had to sing at the early service with many of our fathers snoozing in the sanctuary) and Rev. Dave always told us.. "If you can't sing well, sing loudly!! And yes, church camp up in the mountains near Yakima was wonderful.... a highlight of our summers in Junior High. Another minister, Oliver Gill, usually supervised those.... Anyway, church provided many things to younger teenagers in Richland.... especially a great meeting place. Do you all remember that many of the churches in Richland had the same floor plan?.. like many of the schools and houses.... thought it was the way everyone lived at the time. That's all for today....... -Mary Lou Watkins Rhebeck (63) ********************************** >>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) To Connie Boehning Nicholson (64): I remember the dorms, the plum trees, and picking them when my grandmother took us down to see where she lived. And yes, I remember the pole-sitter, and I'd mentioned it before, but you're the first to affirm my memory - thanks. We lived on Long, across the street Col Hi and the pool, and we walked down to the corner of Lee and Stevens to stare at this man up on the pole. Remember Halloweens, and the people whose homes you most wanted to go to were the ones who gave you homemade popcorn balls or caramel apples? Some of us were synchronized swimmers for a few years. Anyone else out there do that with us? And I remember helping to start the Candy Stripers who worked at Kadlec, but that was my senior year, and I never heard whether they continued it after I graduated in '63. As a child, Marilyn Simmons [63], Larry Blum, the Wheeler kids, my siblings, Kate and Mike, and probably many more of us played for hours in the huge mountains of dirt made by the construction of Macintosh Hall. Seems I remember digging tunnels big enough to walk through, which can't have been safe, but we all lived. -Peg Sheeran Finch ('63) =================== [Peg, I was a Candy Striper - but I forget when! -Maren] ********************************** >>From: Connie Boehning Nicholson (64) Watched the History Channel last night. "Coverup: The Sinking of the Leopoldville" Those of you who went to Lewis and Clark and had Mrs. Lester know that her husband was missing during the war. This is the ship he was on and during the documentary is showed a copy of the Western Union telegram she received from the government - stating her husband was missing in action. It will air again on Sat. Oct 31. Her husband saved the lives of a couple of men on board. -Connie Boehning Nicholson (64) ********************************** >>From: Mary Sullivan (64) I had planned to write about Halloween while we Sullivans lived on Craighill. However, I received a sad bit of news on Sunday. Oct.25th! Mark Palmer's mother, Pat Palmer, died yesterday! Mark graduated [in 67 so] I'm sure there are other classmates "out there" who know him and his parents well. His father is also not very well himself! Pat and Al (to us Sullivans) were friends of our family from the very early years and on! Our father worked with Al at the Federal Bldg. up until our father's death in 1970! They are, and were, wonderful people. Just wanted to pass this info. on! Will write more "memories" soon! Til then, Bomber Cheers -Mary Sullivan (64) ********************************** >>From: Erin Owens Hyer (66) To Vernon Blanchette (64): Central United Protestant Church had a summer camp in the Blue Mountains. The only camp I knew about near Yakima was Camp Roganunda - a Camp Fire Girl Camp near Nachez. I stayed in Camp Fire Girls long enough to be able to spend a week in the summer sleeping in the teepees at the top of the hill. That was totally fun! Any other Camp Fire Girls of old out there? Later -Erin Owens Hyer (66) ********************************** >>From: Mark DeVoss (67) Hi Maren and Gary, I was a member of the '67 graduating class and I have been a long time reader and, to date, a non-contributor to the [Alumni] Sandstorm. I have however enjoyed reading every edition from the mid summer till present. Along with the many active contributors I also have great memories of growing up in Richland and attending the schools in town. I started out at Jason Lee, on to Chief Jo and then to Co Hi. Houses: I lived in an A house on Siebert, across from uptown, moved to the west side of town; a C house on Butternet and later a K house on Butternut . Our C house neighbors were the Newtons (Jim '65, Sherry '66 and Marcia '7?). In '59 we moved down the block to the house formerly owned by the Smith family (RHS'ers Irene, Larry, Frannie and Craig). Little league: I started out at the American League field across from uptown and tried out for HAMTC and Desert Inn but never made the big teams. I do remember a slugger for Dawson Richards by the name of Dave McCauly (sp) who hit some huge homers. I ended up playing for BB&M over at the Columbia League field at Spalding, where we won the city championship in '61 or '62 (not sure which). Some of my teammates were Bob Utecht, Fritz Strankman, Scott Woodward, Randy Fullmer, Tim Ney, Dave Cleppe, Robert Morganthaler, Billy Wedberg and others that I can't remember at this time, some 38 years later. Neighborhood chums over the years were : Louie Yesberger, Steve Halseth, Boyd Morganthaler, Steve Wood, Craig Lindstrum and Bob Wiitalia. Other good buds for weekend sports and other activities were Terry McBaron, Mike Perkins, Laren Fusman, Mike Maki, Dick Pierce and many more I can't remember at this time. Favorite teachers at Jason Lee were : Mrs. Jessen for 3rd grade, and Mr. Taylor for 5th grade (I still remember the name of every bone in the human body). Mrs. Barton and Mrs. Edwards at CJ and Mr. Fankhauser and Mr. Sawyer at Co HI. (Both great teachers, at the time I hated Chem, and Physics but I learned so much from them, in spite of myself. They gave me a foundation to go forward and eventually to derive a relatively good living as an engineer in silicon valley. Enough for now, more later, G and M, keep up the good work. Regards, -Mark DeVoss (67) ********************************** >>From: Glenda Hartley Ackerman (68) To Vernon Blanchette (64): Regarding your questions about the "United Protestant Church". I think it was "Central United Protestant Church" on Stevens Drive across from the "Christ The King" Catholic church. I have attended that church since I was an infant. The minister you are referring to was David Seaman (great man!). For the life of me, I cannot remember the name of the group that did the dances in white robes to music - I do remember it was kind of neat! The church camp was "Camp Ghormley" and it was towards White Pass out of Yakima. I was there many times between junior high and high school... some really good memories from camp!! I'm still a member there. It has grown alot, not the close knit congregation I remember in the 50's and 60's. It is still a really neat church, though. While I am "on the air", a note to Bob DeGraw (66). I grew up two houses down from you (643 Cedar). You've brought back a lot of memories about the old neighborhood in your entries to the Sandstorm. I've enjoyed them. The car you were talking about that crossed the Columbia in the late 60's, early 70's belonged to Don Cornell. He lived next door to the Lindbergs. He was the president of Exxon Nuclear at the time. When they moved from Cedar to way out on Court St. in Pasco, is when he got that car. We all thought we were pretty "cool" because we knew the man with the "car that walked on water"!! Also, the comment about "Boston Shakes" at Tastee Freez brought some memories flying back. I worked there all through High School. I remember the long lines clear back through the park on Friday nights in the hot summer. We thought we would never get through it. Remember the "mistakes" we sold for 5 cents. The kids would flock there before the swimming pool would open to be able to cash in on those mistakes. Is Patty Fitzpatrick (67, I think), or Linda Dreher (70 or so) out there anywhere? They are a couple of old Tastee Freezers I remember working with. I know Judy Byrd Kophs (67) is still here. She's another one. We have remained in pretty close touch over the years. Thanks again for all the memories everyone, this is really great! Keep the entries coming. -Glenda Hartley Ackerman (68) ********************************** >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) I remember the dancers at Central UP Church. I spent my early years in Sunday School there. What I really remember is that the girls performed barefoot. My mind wasn't on the message of the performance, but how cold their feet must be. The pastor Vernon Blanchette remembered was David Seeman, fondly called Reverend Dave. He had three children, a girl my age and two older sons. All the girls in junior choir had a crush on the oldest son. I remember going to Camp Whooten from CUP and to a dude ranch near Yakima called Lazy F. We changed to Westside Unite Protestant when I was in 7th grade. Our camp from that church was Camp Ghormley, up past Naches. I had years of wonderful times there with kids from the Tri-Cities, Yakima and up and down the valley. -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) ********************************** >>From: Joy Stanfield (71) Received e-mail from my Sis - THE ISLE OF PHYVE was the name of the band with my Bro Lynn on Hammond organ, ?Brown; on drums (my favorite artist) and ?Keith; vocals They were sooooo..... good. Any one out there remember this band? Also recall Paul Koop being a very talented musician. Hey, my nephew Jon Boetes was on MTV not too long ago. Another talented artist and musician from Richland, Washington. Could it be the water? Nah. Anyone remember: *Dances at the Pasco Armory? *Dances at the Community House? * "The Battle of the Bands"? *Beer Fests at Christ the King? (Maybe that's not what they called them -- Octoberfest maybe? I seem to recall alot of Sausage, Sauerkraut and Beer!) I have to tell you The Sandstorm is bringing back more good memories than I thought I had and I appreciate it. Need to hear more!!!!! Peace always, -Joy class of '71 ********************************** >>From: Jean Eckert Imholte (72) Well, I've wanted a reason to write and now I have it. I have enjoyed scanning the comments from the 1970-72 group, few as they have been. Just needed to get my courage up (and find a minute) to say something. I do remember the amazing sight of the little aqua car driving right into the river, and if it is the same one I am thinking about it belonged to a man who worked at the Federal Building, named Bernie Pigg. Nice last name, huh? He was a really cute little old guy and lived across the river. I always wondered what it would be like going across on a windy day. He probably drove the regular way then. So there's my 2 cents. Keep up the chatter, it's fun. -Jean Eckert Imholte, Class of '72 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/29/98 19 Bombers wrote: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Do any of the Bombers out there remember Hank [51] and Sue [53] Struck? I know their sister, Phyllis [Struck] Strickler [60] is a Richland School Board member. I keep thinking I will go to a board meeting and ask her. I blew out Millie Lawerence's sprinkler system today. I gave her Maren's e-mail address. She will respond. She was married to Jim Lawerence [51]. Jim has been gone for 12 years. I couldn't believe it when she told me. If any of you remember Jim probably remember how he and his father delivered coal to the ranches before they switched to oil. After that Jim and his dad dug basements under prefabs. I remember that conveyer belt he used to haul the dirt out. Then Jim owned his own heavy equipment business. He was quite a guy. Talked to Jim Jones. Remember him? He was one of the great softball pitchers during The Eddie Fayner (spelling) days. Harvey [H.A. Montgomery '50] and I blew his system yesterday. We have Wes Lechty (spelling) to do this week. I didn't know he was still around. He was another great softball pitcher. The only thing I hated about those softball games the army guys from N. Richland would come in and take all our girls from us. Man, the army had a tough team as was S-department and was Village Food Store. Turtlings was the best because of Fayner(sp). Of coarse the DeMolay, CUP, SSUP, WSUP, weren't any slotches. I play left field for both DeMolay and CUP. I still remember Mr. Cambell. I see his son Bob all the time. He is the spitting image of his dad in every way. Bob was quite a pitcher himself. One thing Johnny Fatur, second baseman for Village Food Store, would always tell was when Village Food beat Fayner 1 zip. Johnny is dead now. He was one of my favorite people as was he son Mike. Boy, those softball days were something!!! -Ralph Myrick (51) ********************************** >>From: Richard "Dick" Coates (52) My family came to Richland as the result of the flood of 1948. My Dad was working on a maintenance crew for the City of Richland while the family was still living in Vanport, Oregon. Our name was on the housing list, but at that time it took quite a while for names to move to the top of the list. The big flood that year took out the dike around Vanport, and as a result our family lost our home and all our belongings. Dad was allowed emergency housing and we moved to a 3 bedroom prefab on Totten. That same year Richland had a big flood and a dike was built to retain flood waters. My sister Beverly (52) and I began our Freshman year at Col-Hi. I went to work at the old Garmo's Grocery on the corner of Symons and Goethals as a boxboy and was quickly promoted to taking care of the produce department. I was only 15. Garmo fired me because I missed 1 day of work as the result of an on the job injury. Went to Randall and Doyle Grocery on the corner of Williams and Thayer and worked there as a butcher assistant. Anyone remember the old A&A Foods at West Richland?? I quit Randall and Doyle and went out there to work as a checker for the rest of my high school days. Allan Grant (51) worked there, too. Sometimes on Fri. night we would be asked to stay and stock shelves till the wee small hours of the morning to prepare for the big Sat. sales. When we were finished we would just fall asleep on the sugar sacks so we would be there early Sat.AM to open up. One of my favorite pastimes was hunting jack rabbits in the desert. I drove an old '41 Hudson and my best friend Carl Volmer (53)[54?] and I would ride the fenders while my then girlfriend - now wife - Kay Mitchell would drive the car over the backroads of the desert. Carl and I would take pot shots at the jack rabbits in the car lights up ahead. We just left them lay there for coyote food. This was our big Saturday night out!!! -Richard Coates (52) ********************************** >>From Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) Does anyone remember riding the school bus to "away games." You could just go to the H.S. late in the afternoon, get on the bus and go to the games. It was great fun we used to sing all the way there and back, driving the bus driver nuts. -Marilyn ********************************** >>From: Nancy Smith Bruce (59) Comments from a Bomber Guest Book: Date: Tue Oct 27 20:37:38 1998 RE: Class of 59 reunion Would appreciate knowing more about any reunion next summer -- like when and where and costs and reservations needed. Thanks -Nancy Smith Bruce (59) ********************************** >>From: TomHemphill (62) To: Denny Damschen (62): I was a bit afraid that you might come up with some the wrong reason why you were called "hands" in 6th grade. What I recall is, you were always able to catch a football pass regardless of how bad the throw. See, that's not so bad. Good to hear from you Denny. -Tom Hemphill (62) ********************************** >>From: Earl Bennett (63) My apologies to Bomber Ladies whom I address by their maiden names - that's how I remember you. I have always deeply admired the courage it must take to take on a different name in marriage. We're talking the core of one's conscious identity - I don't know too many guys who'd have the fortitude, self assurance and emotional stability to give up "who I am." Maybe Terry (Davis) Terrence Knox could give us some related insight, if he follows our musings. Rick Maddy (67): I remember Fred Milton only from a basketball game I attended in the big "new" gym, probably Fall '63 or '64 after I had graduated. I heard a rumor that his primary function was hatchet man, but he appeared to have some decent playing skills, too. The one clear memory is of a whistle blowing for a foul and Fred's hand going up in the air instantly, only to notice too late that the ref was calling the foul on the opponent Fred had been guarding. He immediately folded his arms across his chest and headed for the other end of the court to shoot the foul shot, a sheepish grin on his face all the way. Sherry Nugent (62)/Joy Stanfield (71): I loved Christmas caroling! Both doing and receiving! The Richland Lutheran youth choir did it regularly, and the Crownover family among others usually toured our neighborhood at the corner of Potter and Turner. There are still some who will carol - the church choir I'm part of went out after our Christmas party last year, about seven or eight of us, but it was too bitter cold (below 25 with a damp breeze) to stay out more than a half hour. The recipients do still appreciate it, at least the 20-30% of homes where someone came to the door to listen. The dry Richland climate made it much more enjoyable. Gary Behymer (64): Unlike the three 05 MOS that were part of 98 CMF until the late 80's (D for Direction Finding, H for Morse Intercept and K for Signals Analysis), 05C was not actually Signals Intelligence but some other sort of radio technician - maybe the predecessor of the current 18E Combat Signal? I know that won't get me the whole 8 points, but hey, not bad for never having been a soldier (I'm a DA Civilian - my active duty was Air Force and I'm currently Navy Reserve - sort of a self-contained Joint Staff. Even had 5 years as an NSA civilian - truly purple!). I could cheat and ask my 98CMF Training Manager, but ... Ronnie Sledge (65): Good to hear from our far- flung countrymen - I know if I had spent more than my annual two weeks at the Defense Attache Office in Saudi Arabia the last few years, I would have been glued to a PC for the home connections! The hide-and- go-seek games around the light pole at the corner of Turner and Potter brought together all those you mentioned plus Glenda Burdsall (her brothers Gerald and Harold were a little to old to join us then), Jimmy Heidelbaugh, occasionally Terry Davis' older sister, Judy, Tomi McKinnon, Marc Leach, Ray's younger brother Gerald later on, Stormy Stillwell, John Coons and younger brother Tony, sometime Kirby and Scott's younger brothers, two attractive girls names forgotten from the white house on the corner of Sanford and Turner where the gutter drains would back up and create a minor swimming pond after a heavy downpour (as much as 10-12" deep, and within an inch or two of flowing in throough their front door), Pat Murphy (and later in the same house Pam Crownover), and I'd better credit my sisters by name Diana and Cecilia (Sue, Sally and Beth were a little too young to join us). From my class but not part of our neighborhood identity a block or so West of you was Gary Zweifel - or was it Sheila Zanger, or maybe both? Further down on Potter - Chuck Stade, Claudia (?Harmon?). All from the age groups graduating 61 - 66. BB gun wars -yeah, makes me marvel at the resilience God created in us to ever survive our childish thoughtlessness, as Marc can attest; that may be why Dad had me join the Junior NRA club, to learn gun safety. We shot at an indoor range in an old WWII - style Army barracks type building out toward Horn Rapids. I also remember practicing throwing a hatchet at the willow tree I was helping Dad take down to make room for a family room addition - Dr. Franco plied his stitchery trade that evening after the hatchet bounced back. ecb3 ********************************** >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) Young Folks, old folks everybody come, join our Bible School, we'll have a lot of fun............ I for one have many memories of Church Camp up on the Naches River, though I must admit they are all secular. Sitting around the campfire next to some Chief Jo honey, floating pine cones and singing "We are Climbing Jacob's Ladder" and "Kum Bah Yah", now those are church camp memories. There were some "Big League " souls to save in Pook, Twedt, Plows, the Hyatts, Jim Stull, Pete Van Wyke, Ken Wright and Shelly (we can use my Zippo if the candles blow out) McCoy. There was also Kool Aid for breakfast from big stainless steel pitchers and all kinds of kitchen chores that rotated by the day and cabin. Back then you could get mail in a day or two for 3 cents, while now your Mom would have to mail the cookies a week before to make sure you got 'em by Thursday. Kathy Rathvon can still do a pretty mean interpretive dance to "For the Beauty of the Earth" . I recall Cecile Phillips also being a major player in the group, and they wore some white sheet kinda dress. We were fortunate to have a couple of very dynamic ministers in Jim Ledbetter at Southside and Dave Seamon (sp) at Central. Way ahead of their time. -Jim Hamilton (63) ********************************** >>From: Karen Kleinpeter Kroger (63) To Vernon Blanchette (64): The church you remember is Central United Protestant Church. It is still there, on Stevens, but the old building has been replaced with a new one... probably in the mid 1960s. The minister you remember was David Seaman. We called him "Reverend Dave". He died in March 1958 while playing golf with Cecile Phillips' brother, Cap. His wife, Gloria, had the lead in the Richland Light Opera's production of "South Pacific" shortly after his death. I attended two Church Camps near Yakima. The first one, in Jr. High was up toward Chinook Pass. We walked to and climbed up Edgar Rock. We also walked to a little store on the highway called Pine Cone Inn. The other was Camp Ghormley... up White Pass highway. ( It has come to be called Ghormley Meadow recently). It is east of the road that goes around the south side of Rimrock Lake. It is owned by the Presbyterian Church. I know more about it, because my boys have also gone to camp there. When I went to Ghormley, it was with the kids from Westside United Protestant Church. The minister there was Homer Goddard. A while ago someone asked his wife's name.. it was Isabel. There was another minister there named Don Rayment. His wife was Ginny, and son was Peter. They moved to Calif. in about 1961. Peter would have graduated in 64 from Col-Hi. The liturgical dance in the white robes was called Rhythmic Choir. My mom, Nita Kleinpeter was the director. That's all I have time for this time. Keep remembering and sharing! Thanks again, Maren and Gary for all your work. This is a great thing! Karen (Kleinpeter) Kroger Gold Medal class of 63 ********************************** >>From: Kathy Rathvon (63) The liturgical dance in white robes was done at Central United Protestant Church. Margaret Weeks [64] participated along with Karen Kleinpeter [63], Mary Jane Stoakes [63], Diane Hill [63], Sue Tomlinson, Sue Knox [64] and others whose names I don't remember. I also participated. Karen Kleinpeter's mother, Nita, organized the group. The minister was Robert Seaman ( I think). I think after he died Melvin Finkbeiner became the minister. -Kathy Rathvon '63 ********************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) To Peg Sheeran Finch (63): I was a candy striper when I was a senior. I don't know how many more years they had that program after that though. Seems there were a lot of volunteers while I was one, so perhaps it was continued on for a few more years. I remember going to Girl Scout Camp, but I don't remember where. Okay, there are a lot of us from the old troop out there, so let me hear from you as to where the camp was. I remember going while I was in grade school and being sooo homesick. I would write my folks every day. Then, in 7th grade, I went again and had the time of my life. I remember that we weren't suppose to feed the chipmunks. We would buy those little bags of peanuts and line them up into the tents so that they would come in. I remember once that I hand fed one of the squirrels and it bit my finger and wouldn't let go. That really scared me. I went to ask one of the counselors what would happen if you got bit. She told me that I would have to go get a tetanus shot. I said thank you and walked off. There was NO WAY that I was going to tell her I got bit. That's al for today. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ********************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) To Paula Beardsley (62): Yes, I remember the "leggings" we had to wear in grade school, along with boots over your shoes. I think I inherited all past leggings from Irene and Ernie since I was the youngest. dark brown and dark green I remember. Remember when kids clothes were those dull colors? Patty de la Bretonne '65 ********************************** >>From: Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) When my sister Jane (64) and I were young, we would get orange and black construction paper from Densow's Drugs and sit in the living room at the card table and make Halloween decorations to put up in our window. My Mom bought full size Hershey Bars that we wrapped in a Halloween Napkin and gave out to the Neighbor Kids who came to our door. Just regular stuff for everyone else. I was always a witch in those early days, and Mom would buy a new mop head for the hair, then she would use it to clean with the rest of the year. Erin Owens (66): I was a Bluebird, then a Campfire Girl and we were in the same troop. Wish I had saved the Bluebird pen. Don't think we ever went to camp, but remember WOHELO. Work, Health, Love. -Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) ********************************** >>From: Rich Conley (66) Maren - As the week winds down to Halloween, I realize I have been meaning to send a post. I follow the Sandstorm and read your remarks about the Spalding Halloween Carnival. My name is Rich Conley. I went Spalding and Carmichael, worked in the school store and was president of the Band in 9th grade. Our family lived at 1201 Cedar until the Summer of 1963 when we moved to Daytona Beach after my Father, who worked for GE, went with the space program. We lived there for 18 months and then moved to Huntsville, AL. Looking back, I would have loved to have stayed in Richland, while Daytona was great, Alabama in 1965 was nothing like Richland. I would echo Bob De Graw's words about growing up in Richland, especially after getting two other perspectives before graduating in 66. Richland seems to have been somewhat sheltered and in that 20- 20 hindsight, seems almost idyllic. So back to The Carnival… it certainly was the highlight of my years at Spalding. What great prizes… cupies on sticks, little whips on a cane, tons of great stuff. My Mother ordered the prizes one year and that catalog was like a Christmas "wish book" that I wore out reading. The games, the costume contest on the stage in the gym, the cake walk, the cartoons down in the kindergarten or first grade rooms, and bingo for the adults. And, you could walk home by yourself at night without fear! One of my absolute favorite things was the sloppy joes that they used to serve every year, I even have a recipe that is so close to what they served those many years ago that you swear it was the very same. I work in the radioactive waste business for the Department of Defense and get back to Richland about once a year. I think it has held up well. Probably the strangest thing for me was driving a car in Richland for the first time - having moved away before ever did anything other than cruise around on my bike and later walk (bikes got hopelessly uncool about 6th grade), driving around was really weird. I can't believe that there is another high school with anything like the Sandstorm - keep it up. I have to laugh at all the wrangling over the Bomber logo/mascot -in Daytona, they were the Sandcrabs! I have a 62 Carmichael yearbook at my desk next to my scanner and invite any request for scanned pics. -Rich Conley (would have been 66) ********************************** >>From: Joe Largé (68) To Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53): You know, it really never occurred to me to think of Richland as a town that existed prior to Hanford, 1944. (DUH!) I didn't even realize that there WERE graduates from prior to that period (1934?). Anyway, I do know that Richland was a town that was moved from "North" to it's present location when the AEC came in. Anybody out there in a position to fill in a few more of the details concerning "Old Richland"? To Shirley Segrest Telford (52): I remember those concerts as well, mainly because I played in so many of them. In my junior and senior years of High School, I was first chair trumpet, so I got to do the horse whinney. Now that I'm 49, I still play trumpet. I play with the Capitol Area Community Band (Olympia area). For the last two years, I've played the horse whinney. Once when we were playing at the "Capitol Mall" Retirement Home, some little old lady was heard to remark, "Gee, I wonder how they got that horse up the stairs?" -Joe Largé ********************************** >>From Michael Figg (70) I also remember the interpretive dancers at Central United Protestant. The gowns were ankle length white with sleeves that came to about halfway between the elbow and wrist. Somebody mentioned that they danced in bare feet and how cold they must have been. I have a vivid image of the feet of one dancer and how cold they looked. And another minister at Central was Melvin Finkbeiner. Who could forget a name like that? Joy Stanfield talked about the band Isle of PHYVE. I remember them playing in a battle of the bands down in the park. Could another of the bands been the Pastels? I also saw Paul Koop play with Factory in the old Library behind the Police station about '71 or '72. It seems like they did a lot of Led Zep stuff. I didn't know Paul but found I was in a class with him at North Seattle CC about 10 years later. He was stunned when I mentioned remembering him playing. -Michael Figg ('70) ********************************** >>From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) Speaking of Halloween..... I remember at Lewis and Clark, being able, and even expected, to wear our costumes to school on Halloween. Then, every class would would parade around all the other classes to show them off. I still remember seeing Linda Adrian walk by in her "bride dress". I thought it was just beautiful! Trick or Treating.... the streets were just filled with kids! Nothing could stop us... there was no such thing as getting tired.. you just pressed onward. The sound of crunchy leaves beneath your feet, especially the big sycamore leaves. Night seemed to last forever. And then, to go home with your siblings and dump out all your candy and see what a treasure you each had.... it was one of the best days. -Susy Rathjen Whitney '71 ********************************** >>From: Lois Clayton Colton (72) I was one of those girls in bare feet that "danced" at CUP. I don't remember my feet ever being cold, but maybe I was too scared to notice. I did enjoy performing, though. I don't know how I got involved. Most of the girls also took ballet, but I did not. (It probably showed) It was called Interpretive Dancing, but I don't remember if we had a name or not. I guess those brain cells are dead. I also did Synchronized swimming for years and got my picture in the paper telling about the up and coming show at the YMCA. They also did Synchronized Swimming shows at the Big Pool. I wasn't good enough for those, or at least I only remember watching them. I remember we had to do laps in the YMCA pool with one leg in the air. It wasn't any big deal then, but I about drown myself trying to do one now for a minute. My biggest evidence that I did swimming most of my life is that I can't put my eyes in a pool now or I have a reaction for the rest of the day. I guess I overdosed from being upside down and under the water so much. I have discovered that I can swim in the local pool here in Hawaii, though. It tastes like salt. :-) I was also a Candy Striper in High School. You had to be a certain age. It seems like I did it for four years, but I'm not sure how that works with being in High School only three. So it was still going in '72 at least. -Lois Clayton Colton '72 ********************************** >>From: Patty Stordahl (72) Gosh yes the little water car. Man that was really amazing watching it drive right off the boat launch at the end of Howard Amon park into the water. Christ the King, catechism, any other bad catholics out there? The Pasco armory dances were really off limits to me so I only got to sneak out to a couple but they were fun. The battle of the bands, street dances, Mac hill. PE class swimming at the pool? Man I hated that class. I still hate swimming. I like water but not over my head. Zips salad burgers I think I ate at least one every week day, Tooling Lee Blvd. & Pay less parking lot on the week ends. It is amazing what we thought was exciting back then. Any one remember Val Flanigan, Karlyn Jerrish, Keith Brown, Bill Church, Dion Ware, Edie Jenkins, Chris Bolken (sp) Cindy, ?,, so many more that I can not list them all. Avon Anderson in his long fringed leather coat and his '57 Chevy? Randy Woodby and his dad's Riviera. Gosh I remember pulling his distributor wires to keep him from driving anywhere. I can't for the love of me remember why. I think it was a joke. I sure learned what not to do to cars after that. I am amazed he still spoke to me. Any one remember hot pants or the sizzle dresses? How about the felt flag on Mr. Nashes door knob to his office. Red for he was chewing someone out, yellow for knock he may be in a bad mood and green which meant come on in. I hope his life is well any one know what he is up to these days or if he as e mail? I would love to chat with him, or Mr.Vandenberg, and Mr.Stevens. I thought Mr. Stevens had the cutest dimples. Strange hair cut but the dimples made up for it. If any one knows where these misplaced leaders are please let me know. Did any one else have Mr. Carroll for Driver's ed out there? I think he barely passed me. It is amazing to me to know I really do have my CDL [Commercial Driver's License] now. I don't use it much only for hauling the Foster High cheerleaders around as my daughter, Janea, is a cheerleader this year. (nothing like me at all while I was in school.) I am so blessed. I think that is the only class I really learned any thing in that I still use today. Thanks for a good memory day. I must work now. I hope all who write in keep up the great memories it really makes me think that being a teenager wasn't all that hard in retrospect. -Patty Stordahl (72) ********************************** >>From: Teresa Cook Morgan (73) I was upset to see (in the Tri-City Herald) a notice of the passing of Suzanne Hughes Darden, also a member of the Class of 73. She lived in Santa Fe, Texas. The piece mentions that she's survived by husband, son, two stepsons, mother and grandmother and brothers and sisters. Also mentioned are many service awards for volunteer work. I haven't seen her in ages, but I remember one sweet lady. While my dad was on the W. Richland city council, her dad was the W. Richland Sheriff. And they crossed words more than once. Often their words and actions and explanations of said words and actions ended up in council meetings and on the front page of the Herald, usually accompanied by unflattering pictures usually taken while either or both were deep in concentration or oration. My dad said that photographer waited until he was trying to make a point and had a look on his face king kong would admire. Still, there was never anything personal about their disagreements. She was one neat lady. Either of us could have brought our dad's disagreement onto the more volatile (sometimes) arena of the bus stop or the bus. And we were captives. I mean, our dads could walk out of council chambers. Neither of us could step off the bus. It wasn't necessary. She even wrote in my yearbook. My prayers are with her family. All of us will miss her. -Teresa Cook Morgan (73) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/30/98 7 Bombers wrote: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Jinnie Eckert Stephens (58) >From a Bomber Guest Book: Date: Wed Oct 28 15:02:34 1998 Hey to all the 1958 folks and also to the 1956 folks (hubby Ron's class). We had good times. Special times that our kids have missed. Be happy and healthy all. ********************************** >>From: Norm Bell (61) To Ralph Myrick (51): Hi Ralph .. this is Norm Bell Just a note to thank you for this E-mail address. Have heard from a few former 'Bummers'.. You and H.A. [Montgomery-'50] are luckin' out on the weather so far.. Hope ya get another week out of this "banana belt weather". Don't let H.A. work ya too hard.... He does'nt know what a coffee break is.. -Norm Bell (61) ********************************** >>From: Mary Collins Burbage (63) To Erin Owens Hyer [66] - I still remember the Indian call from Camp Roganunda. Every so often I do it for my grandchildren who love it! I just returned from a week in Arkansas on business. Life is so much slower down there. Each town has its own newspaper and they concentrate on the local news -especially high school sports etc. Churches are not only provide religion but are also the place where most social events are held. The way of life down there reminded me very much of when we grew up in Richland. Most people don't lock their cars or their homes. Home security systems are the exception rather than the norm. It is nice to know that there are still places where family and friends are most important and the pace is slow instead of the eternal rat race we seem to find ourselves in these days. -Mary Collins Burbage (63) ********************************** >>From: Bob Mattson (64) Happy Halloween everyone. It is and shall remain the greatest day to have a birthday on. Attending CTK, the day after was All Saints Day, so we didn't have school. We could run all night long, and did! The word would be passed like pony express mailbags, giving information on the houses that gave out the best candy bars. Tried a rubber mask once -- the facial sauna. Gad, running in the dark with one of those on, well, try it now huh? Made the mistake of stopping by home to drop off the bulk of my plunder and found out that the folks were running low and actually wanted to use some of my stuff to hand out - that was petty scary! Apples, HA! What were these people thinking? One bite and then the ol heave ho. Counted up the haul and it came to $8.00 or more -- and back then that was a lot of candy!!! So, it's payback time, my dears. I still remember the houses that gave out the good candy, it's only been about 45 birthdays or so, and that's spooky!!! Later, Bombed Bob 64 ********************************** >>From: Cathy Weihermiller Fyall (66) So many memories and friends from my childhood in Richland. Did anyone else buy the small bags of peanuts from the Newberry's candy counter, digging for the "mystery" coin at the bottom? Nobody else has ever heard of an "Uptown". There must be grooves from our foot paths around that famous block. We could see it from our backyard on Taylor if we stood on a chair. Scrambling under the school desks for air raid drills and once in awhile making the evacuation drive out to where ever, maybe Benton City? Stocking our bomb shelter in the basement. Swim lessons at the city pool with at least 30 kids per class. Roller skating around Chief Jo. The Seaman kids, Mike, Mark and Claudia, and yes, the church camps. Square dancing at the commumity center. Dances at the Mormon church. The year of the rash of bomb threats at Chief Jo giving us release from school day after day. Alright, who was the caller, anyway? Mr. Yonce's perfectly timed hot spudnuts when the Friday night movie ended. Playing half court GAA basketball. The shocking murder of Mrs. White. Roaming the city from the dike to all other places undecided all through the night and meeting other groups doing the same. Riding the dryers at the laundromat on Thayer. Having to WALK to your best friend's house when it was 118 degrees outside. Floating from Knox's dock to the island on innertubes. Learning to water ski and that unforgettable Columbia River water/gasoline smell. Ice skating in our front yard and driveway. My big sisters' boyfriends. Going to ALL of the Col Hi basketball games from as far back as I can remember. Fireworks at the Bomber Bowl. Tetherball competitions and the thrill of being on the end for "Crack the Whip" on the Sacajawea hill. More later, and don't forget "look out, here come the tumbleweeds!!!!!!!" -Cathy Weihermiller Fyall ********************************** >>From: Peggy Roesch (71) To Carol Converse Maurer [63], Peg Sheeran Finch [63], And All Other Former Candy Strippers (as my Dad liked to refer to them)... And folks of t he class of '68: I was a CS, too, till my graduation in '71. A lovely lady named Ann Judy was one of the grand high poobahs of the Kadlec Auxiliary that was in charge of the CSs. She still lives on Alder on the north side of Van Giesen. I had dinner with her last winter (she and my mother are good friends). She spends most of her time on hospital work, still. Any of you remember Carol Roesch, class of '68? I doubt she kept in touch with many Col Hi classmates. After her bout with viral encephalitis in 6th grade, she was never the same and her health continued to deteriorate for the rest of her life. She graduated Phi Beta Kappa from Stanford in 2-1/2 years, married a neat guy named Tom Jessen and followed him through med school in Albuquerque, internship in San Diego, residency in Albuquerque again, and then real life in the Bay area, continuing to move farther east the more civilization continued to encroach on the exurbs. They finally ended up in a wilderness spot outside of Applegate, which is outside of Auburn, which is outside of Sacramento, on the road to Lake Tahoe. She was well known in the art world in California and around the country, even after hand tremors forced her to give up her own work, when she began writing. Any of you who remember Carol know that she had the most preposterously complex vocabulary of any one around, and she never lost that gift. Finally, in late 1994, she was diagnosed with cancer of the liver and spleen and pancreas and bones (hmm, bones, cancer, Strontium- 90, ring a bell anyone?). She lasted 3 months more than the 6 the doctors gave her. I was on a jet headed her way for my monthly visit when she went into a rapid decline. She died a couple days later. Tom has since remarried a woman who has become a member of our family -- Karen Kijewski, the mystery writer. Anyway, Carol was eccentric yet classy to the end. Mom and Dad still live in the 60's modern box on Butternut Ave, to which we moved from a ranch house on ... get this ... Tinkle Street. Never was able to give a good explanation for that address. More on the other sister (Judy, class of '75) later. ciao Peggy Roesch '71 ********************************** >>From: Teresa LaMear Edie (80) First of all, I'd like to thank Maren and Gary for all the time they've put into the Sandstorm and all the people who have contributed their memories! This has been my most enjoyable history lesson I've ever had. Everyone's memories have been timeless. Almost seems like very little has changed only the names of people and places. I'm hoping some of you "older" (no disrespect) southenders could help me verify an old family story. We lived in an "E" (I believe) house on the corner of Delafield and Benham from 63 till the late 70's. Our front door faced both corners of both streets. I think we were the third or fourth owners. The swimming pool was made of concrete and in the shape of a foot, the shallow end being the heel. We were told as kids that the government didn't put it in for some big wig - as we thought we were living in "someone important" house but that a police chief or someone in the department had used inmates for labor and put it in. Maybe one of you had the chance to swim there in the earlier years. There were six of us kids and with friends there we had a lot of fun! The year they drained Wellsian pond we used plywood and skimmed the water and the perch and crappy were jumping on it. Dad left some water in the pool when he was emptying it and we carried the fish home in buckets and made our own fishing pond!! What a mess that was to clean up!!! Thanks again to all. -Teresa LaMear Edie (80) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 10/31/98 - HAPPY HALLOWEEN 13 Bombers wrote: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) Especially to Joe Largé (68): Are you a relative of Ernie? Richland wasn't moved "North". The cinder block building at the corner of Lee Blvd and Geo Wash Way was the center of town - it was a pool hall and the space in the back where the Italian restaurant is now was the Post Office - My father, Ed Peddicord, was appointed postmaster in 1940 - I was five then - I remember holding his hand and walking from our house on Lee Blvd (where some drive in is now just behind the old safeway store) to receive the appointment from President Roosevelt. More for Joe Largé On Lee Blvd. there were several older homes, one was ours and one John Dam's -remember he was a town leader Rite Largé who owned the grocery store. Rite Large - extra big - maybe I spelled it incorrectly - he was a town leader instrumental in "making things happen". Our family and his and 3 others remained in our homes and stayed in Richland after the take over. The next time you drive down Geo Wash Way look carefully. There are several original buildings still in place. Mother and Dad were married in 1934 on the lawn of Mother's parent's home - the old block house on Barth in the south end. Grandpa's 40 acres of asparagus and small apple orchard abutted the old high school property and took up much of what is now the south end residential area. Mother tells of cutting asparagus and then racing through the orchard to be the last one in the school house before being counted truant. The Uptown area was built after the project was well underway - but Richland was not moved. Grandma and Grandpa Rose's house is on Barth and I can't remember the cross street - it is made of cinder blocks and looks poorly now, it was at the time, a very nice house their property extended from the house to Comstock street and then over to the high school property - there are only one or two other track houses left in the south end. It might be Barth and Davenport - it is not far from the downtown area or from Lewis and Clark school. I also remember their barn near the orchard and the cow Grandma milked each day. Here's another story - My grandfather, besides the asparagus farm, had a produce route from Richland to Spokane. He would buy produce from the local farmers and from those "up the valley" Yakima, that is and sell the produce to the small towns on the way to Spokane, like Steptoe and Sprague etc. In Spokane he bought items like oranges and grapefruit and other things not produced in the area, sold them on the way back and brought them to Richland also. Anyway, Grandpa was up early the morning Mother went into labor with my sister - Kathryn - Daddy was having a terrible time getting Mother into the model A to take her to the hospital in Pasco. Grandpa could see the light at our house from across the way and rushed over. He made a quick assessment brought a mattress from the house and - Kassie was born under the tree in the side yard - they never made it out of town - Aug. 30 1937. It was always a point of contention with my sister that her birth was under a tree - but then she was truly born in Richland. (Kassie died of cancer in 1986). -Marilyn ********************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) To Norm Bell (61): Yeah, I know what you mean about H.A. [Harvey Montgomery - '50] not taking a coffee break but he does take his sips of H2O while en route between blowouts. I am really impressed with Harvey. I can't believe he takes care of seniors like he does. He does a lot of extra things especially for widowed seniors. Every house he blows out, they know that it does correctly and he will be back in the spring to start up the systems. I really enjoy working with him. Nice chatting with you the other day. I wonder, do any of you remember fishing for whitefish at the horse pasture. This is behind the cemetery. I can remember cutting holes in the ice and well as standing on the edge of the frozen river, fishing with cane poles and white salmon eggs. There was always a bunch fishing there. Or can you remember stealing cherries for the cherry orchard that was in place before Carmichael? Some friends and I had to escape through the irrigation ditch to get away from the police who almost caught us. POW's kept the orchard. Remember there was a POW camp near Horn Rapids Dam during the war. They took care of all the orchards in the Richland-Hanford area. Those were the "good ole days, huh?" -Ralph. ********************************** >>From: Lee Johnson (woulda been '54) I went to John Ball grade school in North Richland and for junior high I went to Carmichael. When it came time to attend high school my parents moved to Grandview. I graduated in 1954. As you know John Ball was a unique school; it went from Kindergarten to the 8th grade and was only in existence for 7 years. We had a reunion a few years back and was able to gather about 300 people and a 3rd of the teachers. We originally came here in 1948 from Seattle. It was going to be just a 6 month to a year stay and then we would return to the Coast. Here it is fifty years later and we are still here. It is really funny, I hear similar stories all the time. This is good place to live and I think everyone will agree the quality of life here in the Tri-Cities is hard to beat. Take care... -Lee Johnson ********************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) Happy Halloween all you Bombers out there in Bomber land! I haven't heard anybody say anything about taking the UNISEF can around to collect money for UNISEF. We, in Girl Scouts, got the cans and went trick or treating for UNISEF along with trick or treating for candy. Those were the good old days of being able to go where ever we wanted to. It didn't matter that you didn't know the people that lived in the houses. You didn't have to worry about razor blades or anything else. We didn't even know of anything like that existed back then. It wasn't until the end of my trick or treating days that there were some problems creeping into the fun of the night. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ********************************** >>From Mary Sullivan (64) AH!!! HALLOWEEN!!! It's not what it used to be! But then we could say THAT about almost everything couldn't we?? (I'm not ABOUT to get out my "soapbox" and go any further - so all can breathe a sigh of relief!!!) Living on "Craighill" during those very years, Halloween was much anticipated. As someone else mentioned, none of those "store bought" costumes came through our front door!! As a matter of fact did THEY EVEN sell them?? At any rate, I am going to need a little help from my older brother, Denis (62), here -- Just EXACTLY WHAT OR WHO were you the year I think I remember that you left the house WEARING a box???? I think the most popular girl's costume was being a "gypsy"! At least for me it was the easiest one to "get together"!! We had the "Wrights", the Fitzpatricks, the Pierces, the Vasseurs the Wilox's, the Lambs, the Groffs and a few more that I can't quite recall at the moment!! Now "ALL YOU GUYS", I KNOW SOME of you are out there, and I have a Question - WHO WAS THAT GUY who lived next door to the Groffs ?? You know, the one that we used to "dare" one another to approach his doorstep??? And then discovered that HE ended up giving THE BEST CANDY of ALL!!! Happy Halloween Bomber Cheers! Til later -Mary Sullivan (64) ********************************** >>From: David Odom (69) TO Mark DeVoss (67): I was also a member of that BB&M team. Stan Maguffee [69] and a pitcher with the last name of Lyons are the only other guys I remember that you didn't mention. Stan and I didn't get a lot of playing time that year. We were a year or two younger than the rest of the team. As a back up catcher to Dave Cleppe I spent most of my time warming up pitchers and catching batting practice. ********************************** >>From Paula Vinther Case (69) Re: Central United Protestant Church. I've been a member of CUP all of my life and it is a great church. I used to love to watch the Rhythmic Choir perform. I remember when Dave Seaman died and what a shock it was. He was a really neat minister. Last Sunday CUP had a guest pastor preaching at all the services. It was my brother, Rick Vinther (72), who is now the pastor of Benton City First Methodist. After growing up in that church it was a thrill to see my little brother up in the pulpit. I am a tad bit prejudiced but he was great! -Paula Vinther Case ********************************** >>From: Bill Ayotte (71) Comments from a Bomber Guest Book Thanks to Vic Marshall for turning me on to this site. It's great. I'd love to hear from any of my old friends. It's been a long time. ********************************** >>From: Judy Stein Mitchell (71) Had a great time reading all the "Bomber Memories". Some of my own.... When I was little I remember hiking all the way up to FlatTop Mountain (yes, it was called a "mountain) eating a can of beanie weenies at the top and hiking down - a thrill of a lifetime back then! ....I remember selling my brother's autograph off his school papers on the rooter bus for 50 cents when I was a little kicker. Got enough money to make many stops at Pennywise Store for candy! ...The Island Parties were such a great time in high school. We skied in the dark with a flashlight or just tried not to fall. ... We also skied in the irrigation ditch behind a car -for feeling I was pretty straight in high school, we did some wild things. Also went down the "flume" - dropped off 20 feet into the river - it was so fun. But I guess it got pretty dangerous. ...Tooling Zips and driving around all night on 60 cents of gas occupied most our weekends. ...If you didn't get to Regionals your Senior Year in basketball, it shot your whole year. ...I can't believe I now have a son who plays football for the Walla Walla Blue Devils - we hated them in high school. It certainly has taken some adjustment!! What happened to our green and gold bomb we used to haul out at games? We spent many hours protecting it from "rival predators". ...Swimming at the docks all summer is a big time memory. We always hoped Ron Brunke [71] would bring his Dad's boat! Oh, if only we could go back to the old days... life was so easy then! -Judy Stein Mitchell ********************************** >>From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) For those of you who knew Kathy Lynch Fisher, she passed away October 25th, in Seattle, after a bone marrow transplant. Kathy graduated with the class of '71 and will be dearly missed. Susy Rathjen Whitney '71 ********************************** >>From: Margaret Gilstrap O'Hara (74) I spent the last three days stranded at my house, which is in the sticks at the end of Flat Lake with no road access. I hovercrafted in and then loaned out the hovercraft only to have the engine seize up on the other side of the lake... go figure. No matter how Holy I think I might be, even I know I can not walk on water or thin ice, so, I was stuck. You can't imagine what one of the things I missed most was??? (besides my husband of course). Reading the Sandstorm. My morning ritual was broken. As soon as we have an ice road I will be taking a computer home for emergencies like this. I was very sorry to hear about Suzanne Hughes Darden. She lived next door to my family for a couple of years on Abert. She and I were the best of buds, back then. We constructed a wire on a pulley system between our A houses, to our bedrooms. We would pass notes back and forth until our mothers found out. Then of course it came down. Are any of the Hughes' signed up for the Sandstorm? I noticed that a Sandy and David Kaas are signed up. Do you two remember when you got the first remote controlled garage door on the block? Do you remember when all the neighbor kids would bug you dad about it and what he would say? He would tell us if we did not quit bugging him he would cut our ears off with it and put our head between them. Which of course would send us running for our lives. I wonder if he remembers how long it took us to figure out our head was already between our ears. I tell that story to my friends still. -Margaret Gilstrap O'Hara 74' ********************************** >>From: Teresa LaMear Edie (80) First of all, I'd like to thank Maren and Gary for all the time they've put into the Sandstorm and all the people who have contributed their memories! This has been my most enjoyable history lesson I've ever had. Everyone's memories have been timeless. Almost seems like very little has changed only the names of people and places. I'm hoping some of you "older" (no disrespect) southenders could help me verify an old family story. We lived in an "E" (I believe) house on the corner of Delafield and Benham from 63 till the late 70's. Our front door faced both corners of both streets. I think we were the third or fourth owners. The swimming pool was made of concrete and in the shape of a foot, the shallow end being the heel. We were told as kids that the government didn't put it in for some big wig - as we thought we were living in "someone important" house but that a police chief or someone in the department had used inmates for labor and put it in. Maybe one of you had the chance to swim there in the earlier years. There were six of us kids and with friends there we had a lot of fun! The year they drained Wellsian pond we used plywood and skimmed the water and the perch and crappy were jumping on it. Dad left some water in the pool when he was emptying it and we carried the fish home in buckets and made our own fishing pond!! What a mess that was to clean up!!! Thanks again to all. -Teresa LaMear Edie (80) ********************************** >>From: Yvonne (Kathy Jones) Taylor (84) Found this newsletter/website while waiting for a hurricane to hit here in New Orleans and my mother (Nancy Burnett 58) was at her 40th Richland High reunion. It has been a joy to read. It is so hard to explain to people who don't understand what the Tri- Cities and being a Bomber was like. The memories are fantastic. The Halloweens, making our own decorations, I too went to Spalding and couldn't wait for their carnival every year. Lived on Birch street, one block from the school in a Ranch house. It was so great as a kid being able to walk into anyone's home and know exactly where the bathroom was! Thank God for Zips, earned enough there in my two years of High school employment to get me the heck out of the town and into College. And I will never give out the recipe for the worlds greatest Tartar sauce known to man! Remember dancing in PE? It is the most valuable thing I have ever learned! Believe it or not, I have actually used those fox trot steps and a few cha cha's. Schools don't teach culture anymore. Summers spent floating down the river. Nothing better to do, except drink slurpees, and play monopoly under the air conditioner in the wall. We were so bored.... Killed me when I went to college in Bellingham. Here were kids who were only one hour away from Seattle, one hour away from Vancouver Canada, and they'd dare to tell me they had nothing to do!! They never spent an evening driving around the desert in an old bug looking for the only entertainment in town, a kegger about to be busted at any moment by some big fat cop who took his job way too seriously. Had some great teachers, who honestly cared. Mrs. Clements, Mr. Qualheim (I will never tell what happened on that summer science trip to Hawaii. But I will say that the school we stayed at gave us an award for being the funnest group they ever had!) gee, I can't remember the name of the Algebra teacher who said that if you came in for help he wouldn't flunk you. True to his word, he always gave me the C- when I really deserved the F. I was raised on Bomber Basketball. Who can forget U-R-I-N-you're in Bomber Country! And about the Mascot - just to speak my piece - I get a kick out of telling people that our mascot was an R with a mushroom cloud. They say "No way", then I show them my class ring. Always leaves them a little stunned. Gotta love the shock value! But then again, I truly believe the Atom is our friend! Married a man who was a Nuclear Chemist for the Navy on a Trident Nuclear Submarine. Did you know their bunks are in between the missile tubes? When he wasn't with me, he slept with the angel of death. Some of those missiles were probably from Hanford. He's out now, and working as a Nuclear Operator at Waterford 3, just outside of New Orleans. Thanks for the memories. Thanks for reminding me what being a Bomber is all about. -Yvonne (Kathy Jones) Taylor (84) ******************************************** ******************************************** That's it for this month. Please send more. ******************************************** ******************************************** September, 1998 ~ November, 1998