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  Alumni Sandstorm Archive ~ November, 1998
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18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27&28 29 30 Frank Osgard ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/1/98 and 11/2/98 15 Bombers wrote: ********************************** >>From: Dick Epler (52) Over the years, I've done quite a bit of traveling. I've lived in quite a few places across this country, both as a kid growing up and later as an adult, plying my trade as an engineer. But Richland was always special, and is the only place I kept coming back to -- five different times amounting to 14 years in all, from the time my parents moved there in 1949 to our last stay from 1989 to 1995. There were many reasons for coming back, but one of the most important is that we wanted our kids to experience the magic of Richland. And now we even have some of our grand kids in Richland, one of which just graduated from RHS in '98. Our kids went to schools in Massachusetts, California, and Oregon, but none compare to Richland. But it's not just the teachers (though they are very good)? rather it's the whole Richland environment, which many Richlanders have described in these pages better than I ever could. I've always thought one of the reasons Richland was so special is that whatever class distinctions there were between rich/poor, managerial/scientist/techs/craft? and more recently those between the races and sexes? they simply weren't as pronounced as in other places we had lived. It seems that all were more-or-less equally important in the Hanford scheme of things, and the kids? especially the "new kids on the block" benefited. I attended Col High only two years (51 and 52) so I was one of the "new kids on the block." Moreover, we belonged to the construction contingent that lived in North and West Richland. Later my brother and parents settled in Kennewick. So the bulk of my years living in Richland, itself, came after military service (USAF) and college (WSU). Maybe I missed it, but I haven't seen any extensive memories of life in North Richland, so I thought I'd offer a few observations, because in many ways North Richland was pretty special too. When I lived there, in the late '40s and early '50s, North Richland was mostly a big trailer camp for the construction workers. There was a canopy for each trailer, which was pretty essential since many weren't that weather tight. I remember climbing on top of one of the canopy's and it seemed that all I could see was other trailers? very impressive. Each block contained a wash house, which I believe had washing machines in one half, and showers, toilets and sinks in the other, very much like on a military base. On a warm summer night, the lights of the wishes would attract the june bugs, many of which died in the sinks so that you had to scoop out the sinks in the morning to wash and shave. The Army (Camp Hanford) built the original part of North Richland to the west during the war years. After the war was over, the Army left and the construction camps in the Hanford and White Bluffs area moved to North Richland for the construction efforts related to the so-called "cold war." The old Army Headquarters was turned into the site's Administration building, and, until a few years ago, was still standing and occupied by Battelle. North Richland was a pretty self sufficient community with a drug store (Red Greens, I think), a grocery store, a movie theater (the North Star), and a Clothing Store (Herman's) where I worked after school. They also had a couple of really huge cafeterias, also called beer halls, where you could get breakfast in the morning and a meal with pitchers of beer in the evening. I seem to recall that the number of gallons of beer consumed each day was a classified military secret even in those days. There was also a school (the John Ball Grade school) and a church. The pastor's name was, as I recall, Reverend Mensch. He was a young fellow (as were most Richlanders in those days) and he was a big friend to most of us kids. Mostly what I recall are great Christmas plays, and nice long ski trips (very romantic) to the Tollgate resort in Oregon. Besides all the trailers, there were also a number of houses near the river that were for the construction supers, who were a little more permanent than the trailer folks. And for the really transient folk, there were the barracks. The men's barracks were open and accessible, but the women's barracks was surrounded by a tall chain link fence. For a brief time, I stayed with my dad in the barracks. Sleeping two on an army cot wasn't easy. Later I stayed with my brother's family in a 19' Schult trailer? I slept on the sofa? which was a big improvement over the army cot. Somewhere in the barracks area was a teen recreation center called the Hi-Spot I believe it was located in the women's section because it seemed we had to go through a big gate in a chain link fence to get there. I think there was also a Hi-Spot for teens in downtown Richland in the old rec-hall (pool and bowling alley), that was later called the community center. All the barracks area was all heated with steam. The steam pipes ran overhead and were somewhat unsightly. It would be one of the first things you saw on the left side of the road coming up the hill (just past the present day grad center) from Richland. On the west side of North Richland, near the bus lot, was a park with green grass and trees, where some waited for the buses to get in from the area each evening. In the summer, the park also published a schedule of activities for everyone's enjoyment. At the north edge of town, near where we lived was a basketball hoop where I spent many an evening playing pickup basketball and shooting baskets until the sun disappeared and I could no longer see the hoop. That was the first time I began to appreciate sunsets over the desert. Who needed TV? A lot of neat folks came out of North Richland. Some I remember are: Margie Casebier, Class of '52 Student Body President; Leon Stevens (51), a history and English teacher for many years in Pasco and Kennewick; Anita Lollar and Betty Jo Rupp whom I would drive to school in my dad's '41 Willys Americar; Gwen Moore; Don Forsythe; Jack and Dick Green; Junior Stoner; Doug and Diane Jonson; the McBees, Bill and CC; and many others. -Dick Epler (52) ********************************** >>From: Dick Pierard (52) In response to Maren's question, we did live in a B house on Thayer (1208, across the street from what then was the Pennywise Drug Store). Because of the capricious ways school boundaries were drawn in Richland, I only attended one half of 5th and all of 6th grade at Sacajawea. Then I had to go to Marcus Whitman for 7th and 8th grades. I was in the last, or the next to the last class, that went four years at Col-Hi. There are some energetic people from the class of '52 who organize reunions (I'm sure you see their things), and I actually went to one of these eleven years ago. I would have liked to have attended the 45th reunion last year, but my wife and I had already planned a trip to Australia at the time it was scheduled. Also, my dad was an active Shriner and that was virtually his life in his last years. He died in 1965. I hope this information is of help to you. -Dick Pierard (52) ********************************** >>From: Ron Hostetler (53) For: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53): Thank you for getting the correct information to Joe Largé (68) about the original location of Richland. As you probably know, my Grandfather, Clarke W. Jenkins, also owned property in Richland prior to the Government acquisition in 1942. My brother, Gerald (51), my mother, Marguerite Hostetler, Wells, lived with my grandparents in their brick house near the drainage ditch at George Washington and a little North of Swift. At that time, 1939 - 1942 we had 10 acres planted to mint. In 1942, we moved to Kennewick, then back to Richland again in 1946, where I started the 6th grade at Marcus Whitman. Another thing you mentioned that triggered my memory was that your Grandfather's property bordered somewhere near the old high school. My Great Uncle and Aunt, Andrew and Lena Redman owned a small place just East of the old high school. Their property must have also bordered your Grandfather's. Ah yes, just another small bit of information about my Grandfather Jenkins. He taught at the old high school, as well as Col Hi. He was a math teacher, there, from about 1948 to 1951 or 1952. Some of you reading this may have had the opportunity of being one of his students. Enough for now. Just thought I would drop my two cents worth this one time. -Ron Hostetler (53) ********************************** >>From: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) Before this is published Halloween will be over. However, I have a special memory about a great neighbor lady. In our neighborhood, in the 1500 block of McPherson, Marshall, and on the adjoining streets of VanGiesen and Torbett, we had lots of playmates - and many of them Class of '54. One of our pals, Glenn Olson (54), married Bev Edwards (56). His mom, Edith Olson, always gave us the most wonderful treats, generally big candy bars (nickel bars in those days). However, before she would give you one, you signed her book. We always figured it was so we wouldn't come back, but she later said that she just wanted the signatures to look at years later when we would be grown up and remember us as kids. Edith used to teach at Jefferson. Probably some of you had her - I don't remember what grade. She was a friend to all of us and if anyone needed mothering, she would mother you. She died earlier this year - nearly 90 years old, and had all her faculties up to the end. Other memories are just the happy, fun times, being with all my friends. Some of the kids in our neighborhood, included Sandra Sturgis George (54), Pat Mulligan Cassidy (53), George Mulligan (57), Bud Synoground (54), Larry Christenson (54), Janet Hetzel Jacobson (54), Donna Thompson Jackson (54), Pat Bellarts Blackburn (54), Bill Massey (54), my brothers, Phil (58) and Bill (61) Groff and sister Marilyn Groff Taylor (63). There were lots more, and I'm probably missing some important ones - they were all part of a wonderful youth. To Mary Sullivan (64): Before anyone asks me, the Groff family you speak of is not my Groff family. I wasn't even aware of any other Groffs in town when I was growing up. Sounds like our neighborhood wasn't much different from all the other neighborhoods in town. The population here was very young. Lots of babies being born. Besides as long as the government was our landlord as soon as a Hanford worker retired he had to find a home outside Richland. Of course, once the houses were sold they stayed right here and many of the ones who had moved to Kennewick or Pasco, moved back to Richland. I know one story about the old Village of Richland. The few businesses that were here were in what is our downtown area. I worked with a gal named Evelyn VanFossen. She graduated from Richland, I think at least 15 years ahead of me. Her husband's name was Ben (also a Richland graduate). Evelyn's dad ran a tavern in Richland. Her mom had died and she and her brothers were raised by her dad. He had warned her to never walk into the tavern. While still a young child, at home alone, a fire started in the house. She knew she couldn't put it out so she ran to the tavern to get dad. She also remembered that she was to never set her foot in the tavern, so she stood just outside of the door and every time it opened, she'd try to get her dad's attention. It took some doing to get his attention, but she obeyed him by not entering the tavern. If I remember correctly, the damage to her house was fairly extensive, but the house was saved. Evelyn died as a result of breast cancer several years ago while we were still working together. When we first moved to Richland in 1945, there were a lot of old Richland houses (called "tract" houses). I always thought it would be awesome to live in a "real" house. It was always funny when a group of us would be talking to kids from another town and mention living in a B, A, H, E, or F house. They would look at us like we were crazy. It took some explaining. I eventually lost track of letters of houses when the houses were built on Harris, Davis, etc. - in the Northeast corner of town. Where I grew up it was the north end of town -now I'm nearly in the same neighborhood and it seems more like the center of town. My how things have changed. Enough memories for now - Hope you had a great and safe Halloween. -Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) ********************************** >>From: Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) To Margaret Gilstrap O'Hara (74): I laughed when I read about your wire pulley system between your house and a friend's house. When I lived in Boring, Oregon, and must have been about 7 or 8 years old, my sister, Wanda (60), and I rigged one out of heavy string between our upstairs bedroom window and the neighbor's upstairs bedroom window. When our friends' Grandma noticed it, she tore it down! (Now I wonder where we got the idea? I don't remember how we got the string to the upstairs windows, either.) -Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) ********************************** >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) Hi all. I just got home from work at Arlene's Flowers after making about 75 corsages and bouts for Richland Homecoming. Didn't see anyone over the age of 18 come through the door to pick up a corsage for the dance. Guess none of you are going huh? Isn't that what homecoming is supposed to be about - we come home to the school. Of course the fact that you have to take out a small loan to finance homecoming anymore may have something to do with it. Anyway, as I sit here waiting for the little trick or treaters to pound my door for their goodies and my husband was commenting on the lovely colors I have sprayed all over my hands from trying to match flowers to dresses, he mentioned he was coming home from Walla Walla yesterday in the late afternoon through Touche and they had a big bonfire going in the middle of town. Does anyone remember building a big bonfire at Bomber Bowl for homecoming? I do. Guess it isn't ecologically sound anymore - you know that smoke isn't good for us. What a shame that is - the bonfire was just to build school spirit and what in the world is wrong with that. Just thought I'd throw that in the pot and see what memories it stirs up. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) p.s. Richland creamed Eisenhower last night - GO BOMBERS! ********************************** >>From: Brent Joyce (63) I'm still in Richland with my wife and family. Mary is in California. Helen and Carol also still live in Richland. Drop me a line. I'd like to hear from you and will send any messages for my sisters on the them. -Brent "Tiny" Joyce ********************************** >> From: Gary Behymer (64) Westside United Protestant Church had a group called 'Seekers'. Anyone ever a part of this group? -Gary Behymer (64) ********************************** >>From: Mari (aka Leona) Eckert Leahy (65) Immensely enjoying the Sandstorm, and now THE SANDBOX. Memories that I have recalled that mean a lot to me are: walking around town freely and without worry; the wonderful friendly greetings of strangers and friends while shopping in the Uptown at Christmas times; Uncle Jimmy's Clubhouse; the army being here for a couple weeks in 63(?) -- Monica Thornton and I walked all the way from Benton City to Richland, in the rain, well, almost ALL the way, as an army chaplain picked us up on the old vantage highway and gave us a lift the rest of the way into Richland - Terry Davis' (65) mom had given us a lift out to BC. Hate to admit just how fun it seemed at the time and how dangerous doing something like that today would be! Remember the old foundations left behind when they moved the "bus lot" just off of Wilson. These foundations use to fill with tumbleweeds, and we would walk along the top of the low foundations, turn our backs to the tumbleweeds, and let ourselves fall back on top of them! Wonder why that didn't hurt? Finally, I recall climbing the huge tree down the street from us (on Marshall) next door to Donna Thompson's house. Really scary recalling just how very high we went... but never knew any of us to fall out of that tree!!! Hopefully the old gray cells will recall more good memories later. -Mary (aka Leona) Eckert Leahy (65) ********************************** >>From: Cheryl Moran Fleming(66) The Spokesman-Review (Spokane, WA) reported there is now information available to those who were exposed to the releases of radiation in the late 40's/early 50's. The individual exposure estimates will be given to those who want to know. They should call: (800)432- 6242 by Feb. 15, l999, for a residence form. When that form is returned, health officials will send out a diet history form. The estimates will be calculated in Olympia. A person's estimate will be reported as a range. In addition, the health dept. will provide some risk information. For any of you who are curious, I wanted to pass this information along. -Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) ********************************** >>From: Erin Owens Hyer (66) To Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53): Your name is so familiar to me. Do you know if your parents were friends with Marvin and Pearl Skeen? Their kids names were Duane and Delsie but I don't know what year they graduated. They lived on Black Court. Ring any bells? To Cheryl Moran (66): Somewhere in my basement I have group pictures of our BlueBird or Camp Fire group. If you have any interest, I could probably locate them and send you a copy. Let me know. Those were some fun times. But Roganunda was the best. Of course we became too sophisticated to do that "stuff" once we left Jason Lee! Listening to the guys talk about all their fishing expeditions reminded me of the one time I went fishing. (Not something my dad did) I was friends with Karen Upchurch during our grade school days. Her dad took us somewhere that was stocked, fishing for Crappie? We used a piece of rind, I think. Anyway, I caught 24 of the little buggers on one piece of rind and took them home to mom (who hated fish). I left them in the back yard in a bucket - for a few days! After "curing" them in that Tri-City sun, mom and I buried them in the flower beds. Later we had the most beautiful roses mom had ever grown. What fun!! -Erin Owens Hyer (66) ********************************** >>From: Joe Largé (68) At our 30th year Reunion, I was very happy and pleased to visit with Leslie Lynch Kelly, sister to Kathy Lynch Fisher [71-deceased 10/25/98]. Leslie mentioned that she was living temporarily in an apartment in central Seattle, just below Swedish hospital in preparation for her sister's transplant. She said that she could be called at any time to donate for her sister. They were awaiting the proper conditions. She was very excited and hopeful that her sister would do well. At the reunion, the dj struck up a slow dance tune and she and I danced a number together. Leslie is quite a wonderful lady with a strong faith in the Lord. I'm sure she would appreciate it if we would send her a Sympathy card, she sounded extremely close to her sister. Leslie is currently in the Tri-cities. The memorial service will be held on Tuesday. [Send an e- note to Joe for Leslie's 'snail mail' address OR send to Joseph Largé, P.O. Box ]address deleted for privacy] and Joe will see that Leslie gets them] To Bob Mattson (64): Dear Bob, Remember when they used to give you honest-to-goodness real Popcorn Balls in your TorT bag? Boy! Were those GOOD! Try this same trick now and you get thrown in jail with the "powli" throwing away the key! Dang, I miss some of those old good times! To Marilyln Peddicord Whitley (53): Dear Marilyn, Your account of pre-AEC Richland has moved me greatly! Thanks for all your info. Growing up in AEC-era Richland, I was quite naive (and still am) on Richland's other life. I remember as a boy scout, camping on the spot where the Columbia and Yakima rivers come together. The scout master showed us how to cut and gather asparagus. I took a shopping bag of it home. Mom cooked it up. Boy was it GOOD! At camp, I remembered trying to make my first "stew". I didn't know you were supposed to add water! Fortunately, I had extra vegetables and meat for a second batch. So, I tried it again, with water this time. The scout master even ate a bit. Thanks again for the info! -Joe Largé (68) ********************************** >>From: Alastair Cochrane (72) Comments from the RHS Guest Book Time: 1998-11-01 19:35:45 From: U.K. but ex South Africa ex Richland Comments: Hello Class of '72! I was a foreign exchange student in that year and would love to hear from my old friends. Vic Marshall put me onto the site... there is so much to catch up on. Kind Regards, -Alastair Cochrane (72) ********************************** >>From: Elaine White Rahmig (72) I am on a hunt for an old friend of mine. I think it would have been 73 or 74. when she graduated. Her name was Debbie Dabling. Scott [72] is her brother, they came from a family of 8 kids and I am sure that they all graduated. We both lived in the south end of town. {Davenport and Barth}. Any one out there know anything about Debbie. I do know she is or at least was married with one child, last I heard. I think she is still in the Tri-Cities. Elaine "Lannie" White Rahmig (72) ********************************** >>From: Cherri Campbell (80) from a Bomber Guest Book Date: Fri Oct 30 21:08:35 1998 Hi to all the Bomber Alumni!! Just found out about this site so I thought I'd check it out. Reading the input from others really brings back memories of the good ole days. Kept in touch with a few fellow Bombers, but would love to hear from others. -Cherri Campbell (80) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/3/98 ~~ VOTE TODAY 8 Bombers wrote: ********************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) To Dick Epler (52): Don't know if you remember me, Ralph Myrick, but I remember you. How have you been and where are you? I returned to Richland in l968 and retired for teaching in l994. I saw Murray Duncan (51) today. Harvey Montgomery (50) blew out his sprinkler system today. I haven't seen him for years. We had a nice visit. I went to visit Brad [51] and Nancy Cutshall. During the visit I mentioned the Bomber's web page and they asked if the following friends could be located. Nancy would like information about Joan Blum English [51]. Brad would like to know if anyone knows what happened to Bill Lane. Thanks. I will relay any info. -Ralph Mytrick (51) ********************************** >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) To Erin Owens Hyer (66): Yes indeed mother and dad were (are) friends of Marvin and Pearl Skeen. They were old Richland people. Marvin and mother graduated from the old H.S. In fact, Marvin still calls mother nearly every day now. Duane and Delsie were a little younger than Kassie and I so we were not very close. Marvin once worked for Grandpa Rose when he was quite a young fellow. After the AEC project began and all the families moved away - the post office at that time was serving 300 families -mother and dad were very careful to make new friends but keep close to their old ones too. So there were two sets of people that we visited with, played cards with and shared Sunday dinners with. The old crowd had gone to H.S. together, danced at the grange halls and grown up "on the land" The new crowd were the people who managed the businesses and "put the town together." It was quite an experience for my sister and myself. To Ron Hostetler (53): Don't we know each other? We graduated together. I barely remember your Grandparents' house on GWW. I'm sure mother must, I'll ask her and about the Redman farm too. -Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) ********************************** >>From: Gloria Falls Evans (58) TO: Dick Epler (52): Dick I remember those olden days in North Richland. Thanks for the memories. I also went to John Ball, Chief Jo and Col Hi. Wonderful years. My father was caretaker of the park you are referring to. -Gloria Falls Evans class of 58 ********************************** >>From: Denny Damschen (62) I hate it when I'm stupid. Always have. One time I was 'Stupid Cubed'. For you non-math types, that's 'stupid X stupid X stupid'. (Now that's stupid! Explain a mathematical reference to a non-math type with another mathematical reference!!) Anyway, it was winter and there was snow on the ground. We were at our 'winter with snow on the ground' place sliding down Carmichael Hill. Yes, I said sliding, not sledding. I think I've gone down Carmichael Hill on every apparatus where my body weight would overcome friction, but I don't recall going down on a sled. This particular day we were using a large piece of cardboard. Worked really well. Then in an overwhelming flash of stupidity I decided to go down the hill on my back - with my feet uphill. In those days nobody took down the Pony League fence like they do now. So I'm going to go down the hill on a piece of cardboard, on my back (stupid), with my feet uphill (stupid squared), with a four foot chain link fence in my path (stupid cubed). Since I was looking up I couldn't see the fence, but I hit the sucker pretty hard. I then had a brief moment of sanity and decided to go home. I walked home with my ears resting comfortably on my shoulders. I hate it when I'm stupid. later, denny damschen (62) ********************************** >>From: Ann McCue (63) Someone brought up Girl Scout camps..... I cannot remember where the "old" one was, but I do remember going to KINGS LAKE... it was fairly new the first time I went.... and I don't know if it was in Washington or Idaho, probably Washington. My parents went one year... Dad was the handy man and bus driver. I went a few times and the last time was as a CIT (Counselor In Training) about 1960. It was almost a private lake.. a place was way across the lake, but nothing else. I figure it was man made.... there were big ole logs on the bottom.... we swam off a huge yellow life raft.... and there was some kind of dock.. I remember feeling panic when we had to do 'life saving' techniques and I imagined all sorts of "stuff" about the bottom of the lake. It was a neat place, but then I think any camp we went to as kids was thoroughly enjoyed! Keep those thoughts coming... they are enjoyed so much! -Ann McCue Hewett (63) ********************************** >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) Re: Ex-Richland man pedals to feed the hungry, By Dori O'Neal, TCHerald, November 1, 1998 "John Maffeo has the sturdy legs of a mountain climber, the driven spirit of a natural competitor and the compassionate heart of Mother Teresa. High praise? Perhaps. But anyone who would pedal his bicycle 4,261 miles across America through blinding hail storms, steep mountain terrain, pounding rain and scorching heat in an attempt to make sure no one goes hungry has got to have at least some of all those traits. Maffeo, who grew up in Richland and now lives in Seattle, took off on his quest for the hungry July 11 from Seattle. He arrived in Boston on Sept. 8 -- the same day Mark McGwire broke Roger Maris' home run record. "I thought that my arrival at Boston Harbor on the same day McGwire hit that home run was pretty cool," Maffeo said on a recent visit with his parents, Ralph and Janna Maffeo of Richland. But John Maffeo's odyssey was not for recognition of the feat, but to motivate people across the country to give to their local food banks so thousands of children nationwide won't go hungry. His ride raised almost $20,000 in food or cash donations for food banks across the country, he said. He was hoping to raise $30,000. "No one should ever go hungry," he said. "But it especially gets to me when it's children. Giving to food banks should be an ongoing thing. Especially since welfare reform has caused the budgets of many agencies like food banks to be decreased significantly." The 30-year-old Richland High graduate said he averaged about 14 mph, rode about five hours daily, and covered about 75 miles a day, he said. The most miles he covered in a day (122) was through the Midwest corn belt. "It was nice and flat through there and I made good time," he said. "But the Appalachian Mountains were far worse than the Rockies. It was either straight up or straight down." He planned on the trip taking about three months, but completed it in just under two months. "Once I got going, I decided I didn't need to take all the rest days I initially planned on," he said. The first thing he did when he arrived in Boston was dive into the harbor, he said. "I needed to cool off from the long ride," he quipped. He spent a few days visiting relatives in Boston then flew home to Seattle. Maffeo has been a cost analyst for the Boeing Co., for nearly nine years. The company allowed him a paid leave of absence to make the bike marathon. But will he do it again? "No, I don't think so," he said. The bike ride, that is. "But I'll keep coming up with different ways to keep people aware of the growing number of people who go hungry every day. No one should ever go hungry." -typed by Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ********************************** >>From: Jim Moran (87) It is great reading about all memories. Although many memories are years before I was born, it is still great to hear those street names, Marshall, Williams, Penny Wise. I sued to live on the 1300 block of McPherson, and attended Spalding, then Chief Jo, and later RHS. My step-dad owned the mom and pops electronic store known as Saunders Electronics. Many people came in just to talk, not always to buy things. I also remember playing in the empty lot next to his store. Today, it is the home of Seattle First (Or what ever bank it is now). Keep up the great work. -Jim Moran class of 86-87 (Second year senior) ********************************** Re: Funeral notice in Tri City Herald James Oral Hawkins, Jr. 56, of Checotah, OK., formerly of Richland, WA., died Thursday, October 29, 1998. Mr. Hawkins was born March 6, 1942 in Tahlequah. He grew up in Richland where he graduated from Columbia High School. He attended BYU on a football scholarship before joining the army where he rose to the rank of Major. He graduated from the J.F. Kennedy Center for special warfare as a special forces communications specialist before receiving his commission in the Army Corps of Engineers and military intelligence. Memorials may be made to the American Cancer Society. -typed by Shirley Collings Haskins (66) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/4/98 14 Bombers wrote: ********************************* >>From: Dick Epler (52) To Ralph Myrick (51): Sure I remember you. I think we had a science and/or math class together at Col High. Your email posts to the Sandstorm reflect, perfectly, the personality I remember -- straight and to the point! (:-) And then I believe one of my boys had you for a teacher (5th or 6th grade at Jefferson) sometime around '68 or '69. Didn't you also teach at Marcus Whitman? I seem to remember one of my grandsons saying they had you for a teacher in '92 or '93. Heck, I'd guess half of Richland and many points east and south remember Ralph Myrick. Such is the fate of good teachers! I remember Brad and Nancy as well. Aren't they in Spokane? Unfortunately, neither I nor my wife know the whereabouts of Joan Blum English or Bill Lane. But maybe some other alumni will respond with better info. Ralph, where is Jack Fisher (51)? I probably should be directing this to Don [Fisher-50]. I think Jack went onto Whitman in Walla Walla after Col High. Just before I graduated, Jack invited me to the college for a weekend to see if Whitman might be a good fit. I didn't go, which is something I always regretted. Of course, I didn't have the funds to go onto to college in '52 anyway. I planned to work a year, but the military caught up with me and it wasn't until '58 that I was able to finally enroll somewhere (WSU at that point). To answer your other question, we live about 200 miles south of Richland near Mt. Vernon, Oregon. We're in the mountains (about 4500' elevation) with the Strawberry Wilderness just to the east of us. Snow covered Canyon Mountain (7000') dominates our living room view. This is mostly Ponderosa Pine country and we love it! To: Gloria Falls Evans (58): Thanks for your input, Gloria. I appreciate it. -Dick E[;er (52) ********************************* >>From: Al Parker (53) Greetings, Tony T... The frequency of SANDBOX Publication is governed by how long it takes for enough contributions to be received to make a viable issue. Since I did not anticipate sufficient SANDBOX contributions every day to publish on a daily basis, we have been numbering the Issues consecutively, as well as dating them, as a way for our gentle readers to keep track of what they have received and what they have read. So far four issues have been sent and issue #5 is in progress. So, in theory, at least, you should have received SANDBOX issues #1 #2 #3 & #4 by now. The average frequency of publication for THE SANDBOX may work out to about one issue per week. It all depends on the number, length, and variety of items received during any given period of time. -Al Parker (53) ********************************* >>From: Ron Hostetler (53) To Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53): Yes we do know each other! We did graduate the same year and probably even started the first grade at the same time in the old Richland grade school. The teacher's name I remember was Mrs. Carlson, I think. Look forward to hearing more from you. -Ron Hostetler (53) ********************************* >>From: Millie Finch Gregg (54) I haven't written in a while, but have a few things to add. The mind has been working on slow cooker! Someone had mentioned the school buses for "away games" Oh, they were so much fun and I wonder how many times we sang" 99 bottles of beer on the wall"? Also someone mentioned the Christmas Caroling. I remember when they had a hay wagon, and we would all pile on there and go through town serenading the community. It was great fun. Different ones have mentioned the church camp. But I remember the Girl Scout Camp at Lake Rimrock, up out of Naches. I went there for many years. Our GS troop was #9 and we used to meet in the old house that still is sitting on the corner of George Washington Way and Fitch. I don't know if is being used or not anymore. Scouting was a lot of fun in those days and I believe I have noticed an increase in interest in it again. I was thinking the other day about my dad (he died in '83) but how many of you remember whenever our Dads left the house they wore a hat? It wasn't a ball cap, or like that, but it was a dress hat. My dad always looked so distinguished. Also I remember how we used to dress for church. You always wore your "Sunday Best" and the women even wore hats most of the time. Things have sure changed by what I observe now. I personally think it is a shame, but I'm old fashioned in some things! Ralph Myrick [51]: I enjoy your input. You know I graduated with your sis Norma. It was interesting to hear you talk about Harvey Montgomery. He is a go getter. He put the sprinkler system in for my mom a few years back and seemed to be going strong then. -Millie Finch Gregg (54) ********************************* >>From: Jim Russell (58) My memories are faded (jaded?). Does anyone have a map of the city streets they could scan or place on the Web page. So many of us refer to the streets they lived on, but for the life of me, I cannot remember or place where they are. I was a "southender," lived at 211 George Washington Way. I DO remember where that is. But, Dupertail, Goethels, Birch (somewhere in the trees with Cedar, Poplar)? It would be nice to be able to refer to a map when the mind goes south! -Jim Russell (58) ********************************* >>From: Tom Hemphill (62) Jim Hawkins [60] will be remembered in Richland as one of the real good guys. A great athlete and a kind person. My brother Mick (66) and I lived across the street from Jim [60] and Doug [62] Hawkins on Goethals (the old south end Goethals) next to Sue Fisher (62). Those days in the 1950s bring back a lot of good memories like our Christmas tree forts in January and playing cowboys and Indians, which was politically correct then. Doug, are you out there? I have some photos of you and many others that I took at our 20 year reunion in 1982 in the restaurant next to Holiday Inn (now Best Western) on GW Way at about 3 AM. -Tom Hemphill (62) ********************************* >>From Maren Smyth (64) In the 10/14 issue, I said something about Christmas day with the Smyths that needs to be corrected... what I said was: "...trip up to Charette's house (on Hunt)... there were others who came, too... The Pierards ... The person I remember the most ... 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." Discovered the lady was NOT Mrs. Pierard last Saturday while talking with Dick Pierard's wife. I asked if Dick's Mother's name was Lorainne and was told that her name was Diane. Puzzle is coming together! About 9pm last night I FINALLY remembered the last name was BYRON. Sent e- mail to Jim Byron (55) and asked if his Mother's name was Lorainne and he responded that her name is Mrs. Lorena Boudreau Byron -- I was CLOSE when I remembered "Lorainne". Jim also said this: "Dad Boudreau was the only left handed fiddle player with only a fourth grade education who played on a right handed strung fiddle! How about that! He was a loving Grandfather to both Barry Byron [60] and myself and lived [with my Mother] for the last 5 years of his life... he died at age 82! "My Mother, Lorena, still lives [in the] Mahan [home] and has for the last 50 years... her best friend is Mrs. Charette... and one of my best friends in Richland was her son, Eddie ('55)! Her husband "Big Ed" was my father's best friend for years. "My Dad passed away in 1992 and was very popular in Richland -- brought us all out to Richland in 1943! He was Verl Byron ... the little guy from Chicago!" WELL! I did manage to get Dad Boudreau's name spelled right anyway. Good thing I'm getting some help with my memory, huh? Apologies to Mrs. Byron for remembering incorrectly that she is Mrs. Pierard! I've asked Jim to give my best to his Mother. -Maren Smyth (64) ********************************* >>From: Vern Blanchette (64) I appreciate all the responses to my inquiry about CUP. My mother and dad were not religious and it is a wonder to me that they took us kids to church. As it turned out, my parent's decision to send us kids to camp was perhaps the most important choice they made while raising us. For me it was the seed of the beginning of finding out what life is all about. Thanks Jim for the secular review. I had forgotten the campfire songs and the cafeteria details. (In the boy scouts we called the red cool-aid "bug juice"... to shake up the new scouts. We told them it was made from crushed beetles.) I remember the camps differently. I remember the fierce lightning storms... laying awake in the cabins at night listening to the noise of the storm. I remember the mountains, and climbing up them early in the morning with a Bible in hand, seeking some beautiful spot to sit and read and think about the One who made us all. I remember the counselors... their strong belief and the guidance they gave us kids. I remember walking the mile or two down the hot, dusty, sunlit dirt road across the small stream to some sort of store where we could buy ice cream or sodas. I remember the day we walked to the store, and when we all returned I came upon one of the lady counselors holding one of the girls who was crying. I remember several of the other standing around with tears on their faces. Curious, I asked what had happened, thinking some one got hurt or died. Seems that while walking back from the tiny forest store, one or two of the girls had come across Jesus... or a vision of Him. I never did know what they really saw... and I can't remember who the girls were. -Vernon Blanchette (64) ********************************* >>From: Erin Owens Hyer (66) To Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53): Just to fill in my end regarding Pearl & Marvin Skeen. In 1947 my parents moved to Richland. They rented the other half of the B house that Skeens owned and lived in. I was born there. Marvin's B-day is 2/14 and mom was very pregnant with me about that time. Mom told me that on the 14th Marvin showed up at the door with a case of beer (he loved his beer) and said he came to keep her company until I was born. Well, after the beer was gone, he gave up and went home. I was born the 15th! Also, shortly after they had moved in, Marvin and my dad were talking and discovered that they grew up together in Puyallup, Washington. Their parents had farms close together. At some point Marvin's parents must have left because they lived in Kennewick. I still vividly remember "Pa Skeen". He lived forever - much like Marvin - and was the sweetest man. Pearl was probably my mom's best friend and she was like my "other mother". Her early death was very hard on both my mom and me. I still miss her. Do you have any idea where Delsie and Duane are? I know Duane retired from Central and the last time I knew anything about Delsie, she and Larry lived in The Dalles. Anyway, thanks for the information. -Erin Owens Hyer (66) ********************************* >>From: Joe Largé (68) To Denny Damschen (62): Yes, I agree. That was pretty Stupid! About as stupid as the time my brother Dennis (62) was also sledding (not sliding) down the same hill. He had his head down and wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. He looked up just in time to smack himself on the same aforementioned fence post right on the eye! If he hadn't looked up, he probably would have split his thick skull! Also, not to be excluded here for stupidity!: I used to enjoy playacting as if I was Superman. (How many of us would admit to actually doing something like this!...) Remember the old Army issue beds, the one with the metal head and foot ends (?) that had the metal uprights - all colored this sickly - looking reddish brown... I decided to tie a cape (the most common being a local bathroom towel) around my neck. Carefully balancing on the end of my bed, reminiscent to the man on the table about to schuss down the hill on his way to win an Olympic medal and a Peppermint Patty, the man in a fine figure, I poised for the leap. I launched myself into the air and sailed gracefully across my bed. How callous of those government bed makers to make the beds far too short. I rammed my eye into one of those uprights and got a good black eye out of it. This, my friend, is also STUPID! To Jim Moran [87]: I'm happy to see you won your case! LOLOLOL! -Joe Largé (68) ********************************* >>From: Lois Clayton Colton (72) I have always wondered what happened to Betty Deer who lived with a Hawkins family on Jadwin, several houses south of Davenport. I believe Mrs. Hawkins was her aunt. I remember one Halloween when the Girl Scouts at Southside had a party. Mrs. Hawkins came and told scary stories. She was wonderful. I don't know if she's related to the James Hawkins mentioned or not. -Lois Clayton Colton '72 ********************************* >>From: Greg Thompson (82) I would like to thank all of you that made this newsletter possible, and brought it to us. Thanks for your time and effort. My memories are of the crisp autumn air in October like we have had this year. I moved to Richland in 1976 and have been here ever since. Attended Carmichael Jr. High, and then Columbia High. Graduated in 1982 with friends like Sara Lindberg, and Katrina Sims Lenkersdorfer. Currently I am working at Hanford out in the 200E area, and also work part time with Princess Cruises. Although I have been to different areas of the country with the cruise lines, and continue to do so, I have always thought of Richland as my home, and still miss it when I am away. Thanks again for the memories, and some new information from a time before. -Greg L Thompson (82) ********************************* >>From: Heather Carstens Pedlar (88) To Ralph Myrick (51): Brad [51] and Nancy Cutshall are my great uncle and aunt. My father, Marv Carstens (61) is their nephew. He and my mother still live in Richland. We moved back there in 1979 when I was in the end of third grade at Jefferson. Please tell Brad and Nancy I said hello the next time you see them. I live in Chicago and haven't been able to see them in several years. I really enjoy reading this, but wish more people from more recent classes would contribute. I have heard some of the stories from my father. It sounds like Richland was a great place to grow up in the 50's and 60's. It was good in the 80's, too! Thanks to all of you for the historical education on my hometown! I have learned a lot. . . -Heather Carstens Pedlar (88) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/5/98 16 Bombers wrote: ********************************** >>From: Joan Eckert Sullens (51) I guess we're at the age where it's safe to tell about some of our more hair-brain, hair-raising escapades. (I hope!) Winters when we had a lot of snow, one of our favorite - and very dangerous, things to do was to hook onto the bumper of a car going down Van Giesen and "skate" behind. The cars couldn't go very fast, but there was always the danger of them stopping. We all drove out to Grosscup and out that way to go swimming in the irrigation canal (yuk!) We thought it was great. At that time (the late 40's and 50's) there really wasn't much out that way. That area was our "dingleweeds"! Then there were the transformers over at Sacajawea Park. They were a real challenge to climb. I really can't remember who all was involved in all this. Bill Wilkins [51] was one and Jim Grow [51]. Anyone out there care to 'fess up? -Joan Eckert Sullens (51) ********************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Hi, Dick, Glad to hear from you. This web page is certainly something. I've heard from friends that I thought were lost or no longer with us. I have even received e-mail from some of my students. Wow! It is really great. To answer some of you questions. Brad [Cutshall-51], who retired as a medical doctor, and Nancy live in Richland on Howell St. I try to see them often. Brad has had some heart problems but is doing well. Nancy hasn't changed a bit. She is still her sweet lovable self. Jack Fisher [51] is retired, now. Don [50], his brother, says Jack is a millionaire plus and -- knowing Jack -- that doesn't surprise me one bit. I saw him Aug. this year at the Club 40 Reunion. He hasn't changed a bit. He looks, sounds, and acts just like he did in school. Really a neat guy. Nice hearing from you, Dick. Keep in touch. -Ralph Myrick (51) ********************************** >>From: Hugh Hinson (52) Just a quick note to let you know it is fun reading the letters from all the Bombers. I graduated in 52, went to UW for one year, joined the Army, went back to Central in 56, graduated in 59, taught school for a couple of years, went to work for Olympia Brewing Co, and stayed there in marketing for 10 years. In 1974 we lived in Spokane and my wife and I bought a tavern, then a restaurant. We were self employed for about 8 years, sold out and I went to work for Pabst Brewing Co. and moved to Eugene, Oregon. From Pabst I joined Coors Brewing Co. and was with them for 10 years. I retired from Coors in 1994. Got bored and went to work for a beer distributor in Bremerton. Finally this year I threw it in and really retired. We live in Lakewood, southwest of Tacoma. Does anyone have these E-mail addresses? Don Lyall, Bob Crum, Skip Scott, Jim Mauzy, Bob Miller, Mack Richardson, Lionel Roberts, Jack Dawson, Jack Morrow, or any of the other guys on the 51/52 Col Hi football team. Keep in touch. Gotta run. -Hugh Hinson (52) ********************************** >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) To Ron Hostetler (53): I started Lewis & Clark Fall 1940 - the first grade teacher was Mrs. Brown and the second grade teacher was Miss Carlson - she boarded with Grandma and Grandpa Rose in the house I've described before on Barth and Davenport. I don't remember the 3rd grade teacher. The forth grade one was a new person with the influx of people that grade is when we went in shifts and sat two in a desk. To Erin Owens Hyer (66): Thanks for the story about the Skeens. Duane did retire from his job of "measuring buts", as his father called it - he was in charge of space at Central. Delsie lives in Spokane, I think - there seems to be a rift between her and Marvin - I don't know the story but think it has to do with the kids deciding that Marvin could not live independently any more - the have him is a retirement center in Kennewick. He had fallen and also crashed his car - he's very unhappy - would probably love to hear from you. -Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) ********************************** >>From: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) The class of 1954 has lost another member. In today's paper there is an obituary for Jerry Wayne Myers. Jerry died on Monday, November 2, 1998, at Kadlec Medical Center, after an extended illness. From the little information I have from a fellow classmate, he attended Lewis and Clark, Carmichael and then Richland High. Jerry is survived by his wife of 43 years, Margaret, one son, 2 daughters and 5 grandchildren. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Washington State heart Association c/o Mrs. G. R. McKinney 511 Symons, Richland, WA 99352 Sorry for the downer, but this is a good way to keep those informed that live out of the area. By the way, any of you ladies remember Mrs. McKinney? She was the Rainbow Girls Advisor for several years. She has been the local contact for the Heart Association for many years and does a fantastic job. Hey out there, all you people stay healthy - I don't like to make this kind of announcement. -Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54 ********************************** >>From: Janice Mulroy Wick (58) I have a question for all of you guys with those wonderful memories of growing up in Richland. Having lived here since '45 there have been many changes to the city but I wouldn't say it has been updated to look like a 21st century town. As always it seems there are a group of people that want to jerk us into the 21st century with some goofy idea, that the ole town folk resist, they really don't want much to change. Maybe we should go back to the 50's and recreate that old feeling? Maybe I'm stuck in the 50's, but I think it's great place to be stuck. -Janice Mulroy Wick (58) ********************************** >>From: Dick E. Nelson (59) Have not read all the Sandstorm entries, but has anyone explained the street names in Bomberville - Perkins, Mahan, Tinkle, Stevens, Chestnut, Jadwin,.... just curious if anyone knows. Maybe just the names of people who helped build Richland! -Dick Nelson (59) ********************************** >>From: John Northover (59) To Jim Russell (58): You can get maps off the internet. You enter your address or the address of someone you know, or the address of someone you do not know... take care john (59) ********************************** >>From: Gary Eubanks (61) In response to the questions about the Hawkins family that appeared upon the news of Jim's death, I can answer that Doug is out there, sort of. He is living on his farm outside of Mcalester, OK. I called him when I learned that Jim was gone. I think he was still in shock, it happened really fast; like ten days or so. Someone asked about Betty Deer, I asked Doug about her also. She lives in Dallas,TX., has a family and is doing well. Sounds as if Doug sees her fairly often. And Grace was Betty's Aunt and Charles, Jim and Doug's Mom. A real special lady, unique to say the least. Even though I hadn't seen Jim for 30 years or so I still feel an emptiness knowing that he is gone. It just seems like yesterday that we were playing ball of some sort everyday of those wonderful summers we had. Tommy Hemphill, I too remember all those Cowboy and Indians wars we used to have in the vacant lot between Jim and Doug's house and mine. I always wanted to be one of the Indians with my friends the Hawkin's boys. -Gary Eubanks (61) ********************************** >>From: Jane Walker Hill (62) I have a 'snail mail' address for Doug Hawkins (62), if anyone wants it. He is not 'online'. -Jane Walker Hill (62) ********************************** >>From: Nancy Fellman Lysher (62) If online Sandstorm is still going - sign me up! I am now living in the Tri-Cities (Kennewick) and would like to share memories of Richland. The Sandman almost got Gary and I one night -we were parked on a hill in case the 55 Chevy wouldn't start. Gary looked up and saw a guy with a sack over his head with holes cut out for eyes. He got the car started and we raced out of there and went to the high school where there was a wrestling match. We got the guys ( Dale O'Donnell, David Macy, etc.) and went back out to the bypass highway but we didn't see anyone. I think we reported it to the police, but no one found anything. Now the location is Sunset Memorial Cemetery. -Nancy Fellman Lysher '62 ********************************** >>From: Vince Bartram (62) Denny Damschen [62], Dennis and Joe Largé [68] That fence at the bottom of Carmichael hill must have had it in for the Class of 62! I was sledding (a real sled - I don't remember whose it was) down the hill on my stomach with Billy Davidson (I think) on top of me and my brother, Gary [63] on top of him. This was about 56 or 57. The sled was one of those that was supposed to be steerable, but the combined weight of the three of us made that impossible. As we got to the bottom, I realized that we were headed for the fence, and that my nose with face attached was leading the charge. I yelled at Billy and my brother to roll off, but too late. I wound up with a diamond shaped scab on my face for a couple of weeks from the cyclone fencing. Billy and Gary thought that was real funny. Oh well, it seemed like a good idea at the top of the hill. -Vince Bartram (62) ********************************** >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) Re: Earn this boy a merit badge Was doing my socially redeeming exercises by watching some show on PBS the other weekend and thought I saw a couple of ex-Bombers in some Pre Veterans Day retrospective. It was a WWII (the Big One to Dobie Gillis' Father) era short (kinda like an MTV video) shown between pledge breaks. I experienced a confusion, unlike any I had I had known since my junior year at state, overcam my body. That confusion I could explain, 'cause me and Osgard bought a pint of Kenny Wright's $9.47 (all we had, he was asking $12.00) Popov Vodka. But I digress. At first I thought it was Ernestine, Lily Tomlin's character who was the phone operator (one ringy dingy.......snort) on Laugh In. Then I remembered......... Who were those twins in the "White Socks Class of '64", who dressed and kinda looked like these same McGuire (Patty, Laverne and Maxine) Sisters. They had the hair, the scarves, the sweaters, the whole enchilada. Their names rhymed, but I don't know jack about their ability to harmonize. I heard from Tony Sharpe, the Rhona Barrett of Hi-Spot that they were in Hollywood doing Doublemint Gum commercials. -Jimbeaux ********************************** >>From: Jim House (63) Re: JIM HAWKINS (60) Tom Hemphill (62) mentions that Jim Hawkins (60) was kind, a real good guy and a great athlete. I would like to even expand on that. He was also generous, courageous and a supportive mentor. These special Bomber memories of mine go outside the boundaries of the Tri-Cities. Somehow the "Hawk" showed up in my life at all the appropriate times. He first appeared, as an uninvited guest, on the basketball court in my backyard after my sophomore year. Apparently he was assigned to teach me the advanced chapters beyond Dawald’s book. There was an element of mental and physical courage required to get the Bombers to Seattle that included learning to shoot with a finger in your eye, rebound with a sharp pain in your kidneys and to run forever without a time-out. Although a few years older Jim, always seemed to always find time to periodically come by for one more lesson. After I joined the Marines and Jim was in the Army we ran into each other during special training in New Jersey and time for more lessons. We met again a year later when we were both lieutenants in Virginia sharing a few weeks in the role of an officer and a gentleman (an excellent description of the Hawk). We even found time to double date twin daughters of a senior Pentagon officer. That was more fun than riding in the fog of the mosquito truck, but not any better judgment. (At my 30 year reunion a dear classmate od mine reminded me that double dating sisters was a dumb idea - Hawk would have laughed at her "girl’s perspective"). As I was heading to Viet Nam, Jim took me to a basketball court for another one on one lesson preparing me for the year ahead. Following our military service I ran into Jim on the BYU campus. He offered me a room an three meals a day while I finished my degree. Thanks to my influence, his wife was disgusted that the first word uttered by their infant son was "ball". By that time my size and pure basketball skills may have exceeded his, but they never led to any victories for me. The games he devised rewarded courage more than driving or shooting skills. If I ever beat him, and I doubt I did, I choose not to remember. Although I haven't seen Jim in over 20 years, for some reason, I have been thinking about him recently. I am past due for another lesson, maybe I just got it. Thanks Hawk! -Jim House (63) ********************************** >>From: Larry Brunelle (67) Re: Map of Tri-Cities or anyplace USA TO Jim Russell (58) and all others looking for a map of Richland or anytown USA For those of you looking to refresh your memories of Richland (Tri-City) street names and locations try the following: then click on maps or enter then enter the desired city, state, zip etc for your request and it is there for you. Trip planing is available also. The ultimate white pages is great for locating people by address, name, phone (reverse directory) etc. Give it a try, it has been fun for our family. There is no snow in the lower Yakima Valley yet but cold wet weather on its way and my snow plow is at the ready. Don't forget our Veterans on November 11. Happy Thanksgiving to you all. -Larry Brunelle (67) ********************************** >>From: Vickie Andersen Simmons (67) Hi Maren, I happened to be out last night as a huge, orange "harvest moon" rose over the mountains. It really reminded me of fall in Richland. There is something so wonderful about a moon so huge and full that it seems to be rising just for you. If remember looking forward to fall as a child just to see "that moon" rise. I'm sure it was like that in other places, but in my child's mind, it was something special just to Richland. I still think of those young years every time I see one. To Joe Largé (68): We played "superman" at our house, too. I can see you've really grown up to be able to admit it! -Vickie Andersen Simmons (67) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/6/98 10 Bombers wrote: ********************************** >>From: Elva McGhan Wallace (50) Re: Skeens The last time I saw Duane and Delsie was at their step mom's funeral. (Verlie Skeen) This was December 1994. Duane was still living in Ellensburg and Delsie Gilpin was living in Spokane. Their dad, Marvin Skeen, and my dad, Everett McGhan, were good friends in grade school in Richland many years ago. Marvin's folks lived on what is now "Lee Blvd" and dad's folks lived on what's now "Hunt". That tract house still stands on Hunt across from the Uptown shopping center. It's always elaborately decorated at Christmas time. My great grandparents came to Richland in 1909 from Cody, WY. I'll write more later. -Elva McGhan Wallace (50) ********************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Today I had quite a day seeing some past friends. One was Donna Maupin [51]. That lady still looks, talks, acts, the same as she did in high school. I remember her particularly because she was nice to everyone. She married Floyd Willoughby. Floyd passed away a few years back. Donna works at the same Densow's on Wright Ave. It was really great to see her. Then while I was getting ready to have a crown done, a young lady technician told me she graduated from Richland High School in l988. Her first name is Annette. I didn't ask her last. Anyway, [Annette] is the daughter of Roseanne Nickelson [56]. [Annette is also the niece of] Ira (Nick) Nickelson, Jr. [51]. I found out -- for those who knew Junior --, he now lives in Arkansas. Ain't that something!! Hey Hugh Hinson [52], I'll bet you don't remember that day in Japan when I discovered you catching softball for 749th(?) MP's. What a surprise it was to run into you. I believe you were still in Korea at the time. I saw Dave on TV a number of times especially when the FFC was having all that plane trouble. What is Dave doing now? If he has an e-mail send it to me. By the way, our group never quite made ASAFE playoffs. Nice to hear you are well and kicking. -Ralph Myrick ********************************** >>From: Norma Loescher Boswell (53) Almost everyone living in Richland in 1944 was not born in the Tri-Cities. Sometimes a father arrived without his family, found a good job and sent money for his wife and children to join him. Until reading the Alumni Sandstorm (thanks again, Maren and Gary!) I thought Marilyn Peddicord Whitley was the only "native" in the Class of '53. Now I see Ron Hostetler was also born in the Tri-Cities. Is there any other classmate with that distinction? -Norma ********************************** >>From: Steve Carson (58) Joan Eckert Sullens (51) spoke of hanging onto the bumpers of cars on snow days. In North Richland we called that "Hookey Bobbing" and there were times when so many of us grabbed the bumper the car couldn't move or we pulled it off course. Fun times -Steve Carson (58) ********************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) TO Jim Hamilton (63): The twins that you are wondering about are Shairyl and Thairyl Austin. They are supposed to be in Hollywood making Doublemint gum commercials? They are the neatest girls. So very nice. I saw them at the 30th reunion (the first one I've been to) and they were there. They have changed so much in their looks, but are the same sweet and friendly girls they always were. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ********************************** >>From: Maren Smyth (64) Re: Internet/E-mail Hoaxes/Warnings & such A short word about any " VIRUS WARNING" you get in your e-mail - ESPECIALLY if it instructs you to pass the e-mail to everybody in your address book 'as soon as possible'. PLEASE go to this government site. Bookmark it (or make it a favorite) and check this site BEFORE you pass anything along. A good friend sent me the "GoodTimes SPOOF" after I had forwarded some "virus warning". GoodTimes SPOOF makes an excellent point. CHECK IT OUT! -Maren Smyth (64) ********************************** >>From: Gregor Hanson (65) To Jim Hamilton (63): Hambone - Perhaps the twins you are thinking of are Shairyl and Thairyl Austin from class of '64! Just last Tuesday, I saw Shairyl (or was it Thairyl) working at the election recording booth at the Westside Center (formerly C&H/Mayfair Grocery - next to Densow's Drug). Gregor Hanson '65 ********************************** >>From: Teena Stoner Giulio (79) Bomber Guest Book entry: Date: Wed Nov 4 17:54:43 1998 Great page! I can see the endless possibilities to renew old friendships. :-) ********************************** >>From: Tim Lippert (79) I've been reading about that fence at the bottom of Carmichael hill. I've got a great dimple, actually it's a crease, on my left cheek (face, not elsewhere) from one of the posts. When I smile I can go right back to 1972. I think that's about the only time I've been knocked out for a couple of minutes. I think I had to wait 10 minutes before I went down again. As for summertime diversion we lived on Agnes Street and one of the best places to go for us was the shelter belt. I think last time I was there they actually paved a path through it for jogging, walking, etc. Lots of tree forts and clothespin hydro races. Did anyone else use to to make hydros out of plywood and drag them behind your bikes? or did we just get more mosquito foggings than the rest of you - causing us to be strange children? I also remember, I hope correctly - I'm only 37, I should remember, right? - the popsicle man driving a 3-wheeled bike with a freezer box in front?? (mid to late 60's?) Ring any bells? (bad pun intended). It is fun reading all of your memories of Richland. I'm younger than most but I still can remember a lot of the things you write about. Thanks for the memories and Gary and Maren's hard work. -Tim Lippert (79) ********************************** >>From: Julie Hannah Gilchrist (89) Now that this mailing comes daily, I would really love to see more 80s/90s grads chime in. Heather Carstens' entry made me think that if any of the younger Bombers are going to stay with this and keep reading, we need to hear from the 80s/90s classes. (By the way, Heather, what is Darren up to these days?) I was about to take myself off the list, but only because I hardly ever see anyone I know post something. What's everyone up to? How did the '88 reunion go this summer? Mine is next year and I haven't heard peep about it. Anyone out there know what's going on? Maybe to make it more interesting, I'll pose a question to get us started. Something basic like, Which class was your favorite and who was the teacher? Okay... let's see if this pulls them out of the woodwork! -Julie Hannah Gilchrist (89) *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/7/98 19 Bombers wrote: ********************************** On Friday, November 6, there is an obituary in the Tri-City Herald for, Alton Wenzell Klucas, age 90. Mr. Klucas taught at Carmichael from 1949 (the year it opened) until his retirement in 1970. He started teaching in 1930. Every year the Klucas' traveled by car to Minnesota to visit relatives. His last trip was 1997 at age 89. Mr. Klucas had survived polio, colon cancer, and this past January, a broken hip. His wife of 57 years had preceded him in death. He is survived by and his children and his twin sister, Orpha. The funeral will be Monday, November 9, at 1:00 at West Side United Protestant Church, 615 Wright, Richland. ********************************** >>From: Betty Johnson Bennett (46) To: Elaine White Rahmig (72): Lannie: If your mother is Betty White, we were friends about the time you were born. We lived several doors apart in the Veteran's Housing Development in Pasco. (That place hasn't existed for many years.) Later when we each moved to Richland, we continued to be friends and spent hours putting together jigsaw puzzles. We have lost touch with each other, but I did see her and your Dad out at Appleby's one day some time ago. I have always enjoyed talking to your folks. Tell them hello. -From Betty Johnson Bennett (46) ********************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) I used the incorrect name for Rosann Nicholson's daughter. Her name is Shawna and her married name is Shawna Durham. If anyone would like to send her a message. I have to go back and have a permanent crown in my mouth. I will take the message. I got a response from MA Nickolson. Boy, this is really neat. I hear from lots of lost friends and especially from students I had in the past. -Ralph Myrick (51) ********************************** >>From Ron Hostetler (53) TO Norma Loescher Boswell (53) I must admit that I was not born in the Tri Cities. I was actually born in Lewiston, Idaho, resided for the first four years of my life in Clarkston and Asotin, Washington, then moved to Richland in late 1939. I did start school there and finish there, as well, as you know. Just thought I should clear that up. Regards, -Ron Hostetler (53) ********************************** >>From: Lee Johnson (54) My family moved to Richland in late 1947 from Seattle. The intention was to stay for six months to a year, make a bundle of money, then go back. But like so many other families of that era we never did. We settled on the flats between the City of Richland and the Richland "Y". Some may recall a Tavern/Restaurant named the Dutch Mill, we moved in about a half a block down the street from that. The spring of 1948 was a time to remember by all who lived here. The Columbia River flooded and rose thirty plus feet above flood stage to make Richland a virtual island. We had to move because of the rising water and was very nearly trapped. A few recollections from 1948. The swimming pool in Howard Amon park; where we had to swim in shifts. Each shift was given fifty minutes, then they had to get out to make way for the next bunch. I guess they eventually filled it in with dirt, I do not remember for sure what happened to it. I do not know why I remember this... it was late September, me and some of my friends were walking by John Dam Plaza. And the Ford Dealer had placed a brand new 1949 model ford right in the middle of the field. It was all wrapped up with canvas and rope so it could not be seen. A big sign announced there would be an unveiling that coming Saturday at noon. You have to keep in mind there was practically no entertainment in the Tri-Cities in those days, so just about any spectacle would draw a crowd. When Saturday rolled around I went with my father and when we arrived the whole plaza was full of people waiting to see the new 1949 Ford. We could not even get close to the car and had to stand across the street near the Desert Inn Hotel and watch the proceedings from there. -Lee Johnson (54) ********************************** >>From: Irene de la Bretonne Hays (61) I read the message from Tim Lippert [79] and was reminded that his years at Col Hi were the same as mine (the second time around) teaching there until 1980, the year after Tim graduated. Tim, I've forgotten whether you were in the minority lit, free to be, or humanities class I taught, but I do recall that you were a good student and contributed to a lively class. I also remember your dad, a fellow teacher in the Richland School District. Hope he is well. -Irene Hays ********************************** >>From: Patsy Noble Eichner (61) To Dick Nelson [59]: This may not be correct, but I was always told the streets were named after engineers who worked for Dupont etc. -Patsy Noble Eichner ********************************** >>From: Marianne Matthews Wood (63) I was reminded of my story of Rev. Seaman from Central United Church. My grade from working in the office at Chief Joseph about the 8th grade, got lowered from an "A" to a "C" that quarter because I overheard a phone conversation in the office the day Rev. Seaman died and because I knew a bunch of kids that went there, I couldn't keep my mouth shut (a cardinal sin when working in the office) and promptly told a classful and got caught! The Pasco Armory - yes, remember it well. That's where Ken (Wood, class of '61) and I met. Our song is "Pipeline", not very romantic but very special. Can't remember the band but remember dancing with Ken all evening, lost 5 pounds, it was hot in there! By the way, Ken, you really did kiss me first and it was on the top of Flat top in a copper '57 Chev. We married a year later - 33 great years, so far! Ken's hooky-bobbin story is from jr. high days - hooked on to a school bus not far from his house (Harris), wild ride w/all bus riders watching, didn't notice a sewer cover with MELTED snow, hit that bare cover and.... well, talk about stupid. -Marianne Matthews Wood (63) ********************************** >>From: Scott Houston (63) It has sure been great reading your entries and for the resulting personal memory prompts. I recall a few that represent embarrassing yet humorous moments for me. Chief Jo alum from my era may recall the day I created quite a stir in the auditorium. I played trombone for a Dixieland jazz band. One day we were to play two or three numbers for the student body. Our band was to play on the front portion of the stage and the orchestra was set up behind the curtain. Our teacher asked to clear everything off the stage when we were done so that the audience would have an unobstructed view of the orchestra when the curtain opened. Well, when we finished, everyone scrambled off the stage except me -- leaving me, my trombone and a large upright piano that wasn't supposed to be in the middle of the stage. So, while holding on to my trombone, I began to push the piano over to the side of the stage. As some of you may recall, one wheel of the piano dropped off the front of the stage resulting in it tipping over and eventually dropping to the auditorium floor breaking into a million pieces. As you might imagine, the student body reacted immediately thinking this was the funniest thing they had seen all year. It is funny for me now but then I seriously considered transferring to Pasco. Another memory involves my good friend Joe Castleberry [63]. He was driving a Renault at the time. The front windshield had been missing for several months due to an unfortunate meeting with one of those yellow "road closed" barricades. One day, we pulled into A and W for refreshments. Do any of you remember those orange numbered cards that they used to put on your front windshield? Our server actually fell in the car trying to place that card on the non existent windshield. Several of you mentioned the riding academy out in West Richland. I was a very inexperienced rider and I couldn't get my horse to leave the barn area. After several attempts and no success, the owner/worker grew increasingly impatient with me and the horse. Finally, in desperation, he retrieved an aerosol can of something and went to the back of the horse. To my surprise, he lifted the tail and sprayed. Needless to say, the horse was immediately focused on getting away from the barn as fast as he could. My job was to hold on. My final story involves eight or nine of us riding around in Mike Quane's [63] dad's station wagon. We were just driving around one evening and while going across the West Richland bridge, someone noticed a fully clothed mannequin hanging from the top of the bridge. We got it down decided that it would be great fun be to lay all the seats flat in the back of the station wagon and to lay the tail gait down. Then, we would wait until another car was following us reasonably close. Then several of us would begin wrestling around in the back and eventually let this mannequin fall out. If I were on the receiving end of this prank now, I'm sure I would have a heart attack! Anyway, special thanks to thanks to those who keep this going and thanks to the contributors for the memories. -Scott Houston (63) ********************************** >>From: Teresa DeVine Knirck (64) Hi Jimbeaux H [63]: the twin sisters in our Class of 64 were Thairyl and Shairyl Austin - their mom looked just like them, too. They came to our last reunion - still looked alike, and seems that one of them had a daughter with her who - well, you are beginning to get the idea! Not many people have written about Hi-Spot. Was anyone else there the night Harold Surplus [64] killed a bird (that had flown inside) with his bare hands??? Or did I dream that?? -Teresa DeVine Knirck (64) ********************************** >>From: Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) Talk about a sledding accidents waiting to happen.. The fathers in our neighborhood would, on occasion, hook up a sled "train" behind one of the cars and drag us around the nearby streets. I don't remember exhaust in my face (and it sure was fun!), but I don't think it would have won any "safety prizes". Speaking of which, "safety prizes" were awarded and the families could go to a merchant carrying G.E. products and redeem their certificates. Usually these products were some kind of appliance. Anyone else remember when Ronald Reagan came and spoke at a Father - Daughter Banquet? He was the spokesman for General Electric. "Progress is our most important product". -Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) ********************************** >>From: Joe Largé (68) To Larry Brunelle [67]: Gee, Larry! It's been a long time since I'd even heard your name! Good to hear from you again! Dear Vickie, I've grown up only Partially! My wife still introduces me as "Her Oldest Child"! Don't quite know what she's trying to tell me in saying that, though! To Tim Lippert [79]: When I was in High School, a friend of mine by the name of Terry Culverhouse [69], (still lives in Richland as far as I know), and I made 8 foot hydroplanes (also referred to as pumpkinseed boats). I'm not sure he ever got his going, but I ended up fiber glassing the thing and borrowing a friend's 12 horse outboard. I took it racing up and down the Columbia from (then) Riverside Park, all the way to Sacajawea. The little thing would get up and plane really well with that motor. If you weren't careful though, you'd hit a wave, or somehow bury the tip. Then, whoosh, the boat would be submerged. I placed styrofoam all throughout, however, so the boat never sank. I would just bail out the water and take off again! Later I placed a water deflector on the front which, more-or-less, kept the water from coming in. It was great fun. It ended up in my aunt's garage in Renton where I never saw it again. -Joe Largé (68) ********************************** >>From Marjo Vinther Burt (77) I, too, have had a "personal" experience with the fence at the bottom of Carmichael hill - although it wasn't while sledding, but rather riding bikes in the middle of the summer. I was probably 10 or 11 and my friends (Joe (77) and Helen (76) Hedges) and I loved to race our bikes down that bumpy hill. The object of course was to peddle as fast as possible (to the point at which you finally had to take your feet off the peddles), careen through the fence opening and then maneuver a controlled stop somewhere out in right field. If you were the last one down, it was even more perilous because you had to maintain control while watching the hilarious spectacle of your friends' wild ride ahead of you. On this particular day I had my brand new stingray bicycle. It was so cool: metallic gold with a black banana seat and real wide handle bars that I wasn't used to yet. Well, as I sped towards the fence opening, I failed to add the additional clearance required to accommodate my wide handlebars, caught the edge of the fence and went airborne, tumbling like a rag doll. Amazingly there were no injuries to me or my precious new bike... if I did that today, I'd be laid up for weeks! We also used to race our bikes down Lee Blvd. (at Carmichael Hill) with cars only a few feet away on our left, and then make a wild turn onto Wellsian.... barefoot, no helmet... IDIOTS!!! Can you believe that I became a Safety Engineer when I "grew up"? -Marjo Vinther Burt (77) ********************************** >>From: Merianne Robertson Maloney (87) My name is Merianne Maloney, it was Merianne Robertson. I attended Chief Joseph Jr. High 1981-1983 and then Richland High from 1983/84-1987. I would love to be in contact with other Alumni! I currently live in Mound City, KS and my e-mail address is [deleted for privacy]. ********************************** >>From: Deborah Helin Dawkins (88) Thanks Julie Hannah Gilchrist (89) for requesting responses from the 80s/90s. It's fun hearing stories from all classes, but many of the memories aren't familiar. Personally, my most memorable class was with Mr. Boatman, specifically the colorful sex ed explanations he provided with loud, clear annunciation's on the prickly words. Anyone remember that? Is he still covering those spicy topics at RHS? -Deborah Helin Dawkins (88) ********************************** >>From: Heather Carstens Pedlar (88) To Julie Hanna Gilchrist (89): Hey, there! How are you? Thank you for writing and keeping the 80's attempt alive! I would love to hear what you are up to, and YOUR brother, too! Darren lives in a widow's apartment at the back of my parents' house on Judson and works at Red Robin as a waiter. He has a daughter, Ariel, who is in 2nd grade, and is a delight. She lives with her mother in West Richland. I am living in Chicago with my husband, Todd, who is getting a Ph.D. in Physics at Northwestern University. As far as the 10-year, I was not able to attend. However, I heard from Ron Shelby that it went really well. Don't worry about not hearing anything yet about yours. I heard nothing about ours until about March! So no biggie... How 'bout some 80's memories. . . the bomb on the floor in the mixing area, and how seniors were the only ones "allowed" to walk on it! I think Darren may have been "canned" for that at one point:) I was too much of a goodie to rock the boat! Or playing Tequila in Bomber Band at the football and basketball games! Keep writing! To Tim Lippert (79): Is your dad a former social studies teacher at Carmichael? If so, he was probably my favorite teacher in my 8th grade year. He was hard, but he was so good! I had to transfer to Carmichael for 8th grade when Chief Jo closed. I went from 7th at Chief Jo to 8th at Carmichael to 9th at RHS. Talk about major transition! I also have fun memories of Carmichael hill! Thanks for jogging them! That's all for today. -Heather Carstens Pedlar (88) ********************************** >>From: Leah Powers Acton (88) Heather [Carstens Pedlar (88)], I am out here, too. I would like to hear more from our class. I did not make it to our class reunion this year and I would love to know what other people are doing. I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I taught for about 6 years, but now I stay home with my 11 month old son. -Leah Powers Acton (88) ********************************** >>From: Sara Gonzales (96) Julie Hannah! (89) Oops sorry I guess it's Gilchrist. It's Sara Gonzales (96), Joni's (89) sister. I totally know what you mean about liking the idea of the sandstorm but not really getting a whole lot out of it. So here it goes. Favorite teacher, gotta be Deatherage, Junior English. He was the only teacher that could teach me things and still make fun of me at the same time. I saw him the other day and he about flipped out. He went right into making fun of me. You gotta love him, the only thing bad about him is that he is against the mushroom cloud. But hey, nobody's perfect! Well, let's see if things triggers anybody else to write anything. I would love to hear about people more my age, but don't get me wrong, my mom loves to read about her and her sister's years too! Sherri [63], Susan [65] and Sandi [66] Ward! Thanks, -Sara Gonzales (96) *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/8/98 9.25 Bombers wrote: ********************************** >From a Bomber -- who shall remain nameless -- (even though this person was only a Bomber for one year): "Please do NOT e-mail to this address again. I am up to here on the Vegas 68 - get a life." ----------- PLEASE, Bombers, if you do NOT want this e-mail all you need do is say so - no need to be RUDE. ********************************** >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) I remember the old swimming pool in the original park near the river. It had the world's coldest water. Mother and Dad often took us there even though they couldn't swim - my father actually turned blue when he entered the water. Here's a little known fact - John Dam's daughter, Jerry, swam the Columbia between the Richland and Pasco side in the early 30's - she trained with John for a long time prior - it was before the river was raised by the latest dam - however, it was quite a feat. -Marilyn ********************************** >>From: Tony Tellier (57) > Delsie lives in Spokane, I think -< Mike Castelli told me that Delsie and Larry Gilpin like in Spokane. He's a banker. I saw him play for WSU against Army at West Point. The Cougs lost ... -TT In Yuma (amongst the slow-driving snow birds) ********************************** >>From: Nancy Fellman Lysher (62) Remember the soap box derby races down Lee Blvd? Talk about entertainment! I gave Gary's wheels and axles (how did I "kart" them around all these years?) to Gary Jr. for grandson Jake (7). Wonder if they'll build a kart and if they'll still race on Lee hill? Any past racers out there with memories? -Nancy Fellman Lysher (62) ********************************** >>From: Chuck Monasmith (65) A curious question to spouses of RHS alumni... Do your high schools have these cyber memory sites? Or, is the cyber Sandstorm a continuation of being from such a unique environment as Richland? -Chuck Monasmith (65) ********************************** >>From: Cyndy Brooks Cowman (68) Ok, I just had to see if I could remember all my Lewis and Clark teachers. From Kindergarten to 6th grade: Miss Kirby, Mrs. Ericson (and her ruler, but only because I talked to much) Mrs. Carey, Mrs. Poore, Mrs. Lamb, Mrs. Brinkman (Janet Luke and Charles Watson and the pencil incident, Charles looked just like Richard Chamberlain) and Mr. Neihold. His class was fun. I remember Steve Manor lip synching to Alvin and the Chipmunks. Sharon Lukas (sp) parents had the Good News Club. Her father worked at Carnation and I loved those vanilla ice cream/orange sherbet cups. I was a hall patrol girl and those red felt hats with the white pom poms on top :) Mr. Davis, our extraordinary PE teacher and his wife playing the piano in Music class. As for Carmichael it is a bit harder to remember every teacher because we had so many, but I remember them when I see their names here. I also remember the slumber parties, get togethers and wearing a pin with the first letter of your boyfriend (T-Todd) :) Sherrie Smithwick Pichard and I are still friends and she is living in Kennewick. We get together every time I leave the mountain here in "sunny So. Calif." (trust me, it snows here) and visit family in Richland. (Hi sis!) -Cyndy Brooks Cowman (68) ********************************** >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) Cheryl Moran Fleming's remark about safety prizes reminded me that the mailbox on the front of our house on Cottonwood, where I have lived for 20 years currently and where we moved in 1956 when we outgrew the three bedroom pre-fab, was a safety prize. She still has the chrome meat platter that was also a prize. It is so heavy that it is indestructible and still looks new. We got tv trays, a set of stainless steel mixing bowls and many other things as a result of the GE safety program. When my dad worked at the bus garage, he got a severe burn on his arm when a drop light exploded while he was working in the grease pit. Every day one of the men on his shift would pick him up for work so they wouldn't have any "time lost for injuries" charged against the shift. He sat in the office and answered the telephone for the supervisor for about a month. -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) ********************************** >>From: Dave McAdie (79) Hi to Tim Lippert (79) and Teena Stoner Giulio (79) - I see you have changed your name a bit. How are you all? To Julie Hannah Gilchrist (89) - don't give up yet. Your classmates are probably all still too busy growing "older" to look up stuff from their high school days. Heck the responses from anyone past about 1970 are pretty slim. It's still kinda interesting to read about their lives. I came to Richland in 1975 and have seen Richland (and the Tri-Cities) change in incredible ways. We lived at 209 GWW, in the second 'F' house, between Benham and Comstock. GWW was a skinny 4 lane road and the Golf Course was right across the street. I remember hunting gophers down there, and going out by the old Yacht Club and picking wild asparagus. The Rose Bowl was a treat - oh, baby, a hot summer day made for a pleasant aroma!!! They were great times, to be sure, and I'm still here (although now in Kennewick). I think this newsletter should be a main attraction at Class Reunions. I have tried to get a bunch of my Bomber friends to chime in - they are probably just lurking out there and reading this stuff. Well, its getting late and I better get outta here. Hi to all you former Bombers out there! -Dave McAdie ================= "FORMER" Bombers, Dave???? I'M A BOMBER -Maren ********************************** >>From: Cathy Moore Hammer (80) To: Tim Lippert (79): Hey Tim! Do you remember me? My name is Cathy Hammer ( Maiden name Moore ). I lived at the end of Agnes, on Cottonwood. You played off and on with my brother (Gauin) and his friends. I am the one TRUE person who remembers all the clothes pin Hydro's sent down the shelter belt (fully painted). I also remember the big pieces of wood (named after those famous boats) that you boys pulled behind your bikes. It was great having the shelter belt as our back yard, someone was always trying to find something to do back there. I can also remember the mosquito man and running through his cloud of smoke, you boys rode your bikes through. What were we thinking? Explains a lot, right? I do remember the ice cream man. He was A LOT cheaper then, 10 cents I think for a regular popsicle. I get my kids (I have 4! ) things from the popsicle man but now it is $1 for the cheapest thing, hard to believe! I see Lisa Ulrich off and on. What ever happened to your sister Terry? Last I knew she was going to have a baby! I bet you'll help that kid get into all kinds of trouble huh? Actually I don't remember you as a trouble maker, just happy and always laughing. It was great to see comments from you, it jarred a lot of memories. -Cathy Moore Hammer (80) ********************************** >>From: Dan Gire (83) To Ralph Myrick-51: Ralph, Please give Shawna and her husband, Doug, a message from my wife and I. Just say HI for us. My wife, Michelle (Johnson) Gire, Kamiakin '88 (Daughter of Ken Johnson '65 and Penny Zbyszewski '66), and Shawna have been good friends for a long time. We haven't seen them much since moving to the Seattle area 10 years ago. Thanks, -Dan Gire '83 GO BOMBERS!! And COUGS!! *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/9/98 14 Bombers wrote: ********************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) To Dan Gire (83). I have made a hard copy and will take your message to Shawna when I go for my appointment. She will be pleased. -Ralph ********************************** >>From: Irene Smith Gostnell Goodnight (59) To Marjo Vinther Burt (77): Loved your story about your wild bike riding a couple days ago! I can really relate, because I was a wild bike rider some years before, (being a '59 graduating Bomber.) I can see that the 18 year's difference in our time hasn't made any difference in our Richland dare devil inclinations. You tale prompts me to tell my own, as it's one I've been thinking of writing for some time. I must have been 7 or 8 yrs. old, as we were still living at 607 Comstock, next door to the Haags and also near the Wilsons, Winona and Billy. It was my duty to show off once in awhile I guess, because when they dug those huge trenches in the roads for laying gas pipes(? - or water pipes? I have no idea now) I remember getting us all to take our bikes up as close to the ditch as we could, as fast as possible. We took turns blasting down the street from a block away, waiting til the last minute to slam on the brakes and slide right up the the edge, without going too far! One of my great approaches got a bit out of hand, either going too fast, or waiting too long to apply the brakes, and - you guessed it - I suddenly found myself at the bottom of the ditch with my faithful balloon tired bike on top of me. Woe! It was hard getting me and it out, what with all my muscles quivering from shock, a few gouges on knees and elbows, and having to keep my cool as though nothing had happened! I remember limping on home, trying to act natural when Mom asked me to peel the potatoes for dinner.... ....I, too, keep wondering if any other high schools have our kind of active Alumni e-mail connections, much less an organized daily newsletter! Would we, but for the efforts of Gary and Maren and Art? Thanks again, all - sometimes it's hard to keep up on the reading these days, but on a rainy day at home, it's great to get into..... -Irene Smith Gostnell Goodnight ('59) ********************************** >>From: Sherry Nugent Dupuy (62) Obviously we had the best teachers in the world... reading the posts, everyone is so articulate and descriptive... (or maybe it's residue from the mosquito spray). I have not seen Mrs. Easton mentioned... 7th grade English/Homeroom. We were miserable to her... remember watching the tick of the clock and everyone dropping pencils at once or crunching paper at once... Actually she was one of the best teachers I had. But all of your posts are so well written... some nostalgic enough to bring a tear, others so descriptive that I suddenly remember things that have been buried by the number of years, and others so funny and comical I scream with laughter. Please keep em coming... I don't write much but I don't miss a single Sandstorm. -Sherry Nugent Dupuy (62) ********************************** >>From: Peggy Sheeran Finch (63) To Nancy Fellman (62): I've a vague recollection of watching soapbox derbys on Carmichael Hill as a kid. Anyone else? -Peg Sheeran Finch ('63) ********************************** >>From: Ron Sledge (65) Maren: Sorry you got such a rude message just to let you know someone didn't want to see anymore Sandstorms. Just remember there are many many more of us who appreciate your's and Gary's efforts. Keep it up please. To Earl Bennett (63): Thanks for the update on the old neighborhood names. You mentioned a lot of names I knew well and had completely forgotten. Speaking of the house on the corner of Turner and Sanford, across from the end of Graf's, do you recall when Alfred was mowing the lawn and the blade flew through the housing of the mower, through the front door, a wall and stuck in the water heater? Made quite a mess and just one more flood for those people. After moving from Sanford we moved to the Village for a year or so and I spent 5th grade at Jefferson. We were in and out so fast I don't have too many memories from that year. One thing comes to mind, Terry Kruegel (65) and Janet Glover (65) were the speediest runners in the school. They would run circles around the rest of us out on the playground. We then moved into a ranch house at 2415 Pullen for the rest of my time in Richland. My Mom just sold that house a few years ago after my Dad passed away. I spent part of 6th grade flat on my back with Nephritis. Managed to get through anyway with the good help from Mr. Stolte, I believe. Some of the best memories I have from Richland involve hunting. I would finish my paper route at about 5:00 am and load up my paper bags with decoys, grab my shotgun and walk out to the bypass. From there I would hitch hike down to the Y near the train bridge and trudge out to set up the decoys. Try doing that today. We had quite a few regulars who hunted in the same location. Lewis Hogan, the Caldwells, George Davis, Jim Walker and a lot more. The most unusual twosome down there was Ken Deerie (66) and Dan Gregory (66). These two were real duck hunters. They would set out over a hundred decoys. They would not even shoot at a goose even if it landed right in front of them. They wanted ducks only. Recall one picture they took of a 93-duck day up in the potholes. (Guess they forgot the limit that day). Hope there's a statute of limitations on this one. One person asked about an underground storage room on the other side of the train bridge and what it was used for. If it's the one I'm thinking of, on the Richland side of the Yakima and west of the train bridge. I recall seeing 100 pound sacks of potatoes stored in there on one of my hunting trips. Another good time I've been recalling lately is being a member of the Richland Swim Team. (forgot what our name was) Going to out of town meets. Staying home from family vacations just to participate. People such as Kathy (64) and Caroline (63) Roe, Bob and Bill Hyatt (63), Pete Van Wyck (64), Toby Wheeler (65), Chris Fleischer (66) as swimmers. Fred Schaefer (63), Toby Elliott (64), Jim Berglund (Kennewick) and myself as divers. (there was also a girl diver named Gretchen something). I'm sure I leaving out dozens of others on the team during this time. Grudge matches against the Seleah Dolphins. Great times for me. A lot more happened in the Carmichael and Col Hi days but that's for another time. Best to all, -Ron Sledge (65) ********************************** >>From: Mary Catherine Johnson-Pearsall (70) I found this page quite by accident, looking for reunion information for a friend. I am thrilled to have found it, and read some of the memory pages that have been submitted. Brings back a lot of fond memories and times past. My family came here in 1942, my father was the Chief Photographer for Dupont on the Manhattan Project. He was the only one authorized to photograph the Manhattan Project. He once told me that it was so Top Secret, that when he went out to take the pictures, he would have to get additional permission to even look at his own negatives. After the project ended, my mother and father and three brothers stayed on in Richland and made it their home. My Dad, Robley L. Johnson, opened his own Photographic Studio - which was first - in a little white house on G. W. Way. At one time he took most all the school pictures of all the grade schools and junior highs. A lot of you probably had your senior pictures taken by my father. When I was born in 1951, we lived at 1512 Judson (don't know what type of house it is). When I was just two my father built one of the first homes out on Harrington Road. When we moved there, there were only about 13 original homes out there, and the road ended three houses down from ours. We lived next door to the Hansons (Lyle Hanson '69?), my best friend out there was Linda Baker (deceased in '76 I believe). We had horses, and that is where my love of them began. I didn't get to have horses of my own again, until about 5 years ago, and now have two. We sold that house and moved into Richland in 1960, to 1604 Putnam (an L house) on the corner of Putnam and Perkins. My parents lived in that house until my father's death in April 1991. At that time my husband and I moved back to Richland (I left in 1971 and didn't move back until 1991, but did come often to visit) to care for my mother. In 1992 we bought that house from my mother, and she continued to live there until her death in 1993. In 1995, we sold it and bought a smaller house with 4 acres out in W. Richland. It has been wonderful reading all the memories, as I often long for those days. But, time continues on, and quite rapidly. I remember the drag races out at the Spud Shed in Pasco. There use to be one State Patrolman in particular, that would let us race for about an hour before he would run us off. One particular Saturday, he came through to break up the crowd, and when met with protests, he struck a deal with one of the guys with one of the cars that was racing. He said he would race one time and if he won we would all leave quietly, if he lost, we could then stay for an extra 1/2 hour or so before we had to leave. I believe the other car was called the Dark Horse, and usually beat every car it raced against. Until this time. The State Patrol car won! So, we all left. I remember cruising Zips in Richland, then going to Zips in Kennewick then across the old bridge and cruising A&W. There use to always be a lot of kids at Volunteer Park in Pasco. I remember one night after graduation there was a riot in Pasco, and the two large evergreen trees in front of the courthouse were set on fire. I was with my boyfriend, and we were sitting in the parking lot of the super market (Lucky 7?) just watching. It was at that time that the police came down the street and put off tear gas to disperse the crowd. It blew down to us, and it was my first and only experience with tear gas, one I hope to never experience again. It was a bit scary to see such a large, angry crowd of people and to be caught in the middle of it. Remember the free Saturday cartoons and matinees at the Uptown theater. The sidewalks use to be covered with bikes. Use to go to the Thrifty drug next door and buy candy and take into the theater, which would be totally packed with kids. I remember swimming at the "Big Pool" all summer long when in grade school. Usually had a season ticket. They didn't have swim times then, you could go in and stay the entire day until it closed. I remember wading in Wellsian Pond for pollywogs, and bringing them home, only to find out that within a week or so, we had hundreds of little frogs jumping all over the backyard. My Mother wasn't real pleased with that. I was always brining home a stray of some sort. I remember when they use to decorate the park across from the Federal Bldg., for Christmas each year. They use to have different wooden figures and scenes set up in the park. I can remember my Mom and Dad taking me there to see it. Thanks for the great memories. I will check back often to see what is here. -Mary Catherine Johnson-Pearsall (Class of '70) ================ [Mary Catherine -- That "L" house at 1604 Putnam was owned by Dick and Kay McGrath. I have a picture of it BEFORE 1960 when your parents bought it. It's the only "L" house I know of that had a COVERED front porch! How long did Dick's beautiful rose bushes remain? Are they still there? Their daughter, Kathie (would have been '64, but they moved), was my best friend and we were in 8th grade when they moved - VERY traumatic for both of us. Kay was the leader of our Brownie troop and also one my Mother's dearest friends. There was more than one Brownie meeting held in that "L" house... I remember making a 'waste basket' out of a 3 pound coffee can. Painted it light green and put pretty decals on it. I wonder what ever happened to that thing? Anybody else out there who was in that Brownie troop?? -Maren] ********************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) Did I just read the term "FORMER Bomber"..... no such thing!!!!!!! The only FORMER Bomber is a NEVER WAS Bomber.... I don't EVER, EVER, EVER (etc.) want to see that term again!!!!! E V E R!!!!!!!!!!!!! ********************************** >>From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) RE: 25th Class Reunion I've sent in a few pictures from the class of '71's 25th reunion. Maren has been kind enough to set them up for us. There are a few names missing from the list.. if someone recognizes someone, whose name is not there, please send it in. As you will be able to see from the photo's, we all had a real nice time. Looking forward to the next class reunion. RichlandBombers.comClick the 1971 link and you should find a link to the 25th reunion there. -Susy Rathjen Whitney '71 ********************************** >>From: Elaine White Rahmig (72) I would like to inform friends of Louise White Marks, married to David Marks. Louise, who is my sister passed away last night {11/6}. She will be dearly missed by her family and I'm sure her friends. Louise would have graduated in "67" but the love bug {David} bit hard in March "67". -Elaine "Lannie" White Rahmig ********************************** >>From: Donna St. John Rodewald (79) Someone recently mentioned the cards they put on your window at A&W. I always wanted one (WHY?!) and was so thrilled once when the car hop forgot to take it off the window! My Dad let me keep it and I cherished it for years... Still no idea why! To Chuck Monasmith (65): Are you a relation of Pat Monasmith of Chewelah? He's a good family friend. Not many CK memories mentioned. However, I think CK and Spudnuts are synonymous. -Donna St. John ********************************** >>From: James Sickler (80) I attended Spalding, Sacajawea, and Carmichael Junior High until the 9th grade. Then my parents moved me to California. I was involved in many activities while in Richland like never missing a Bomber Football or Basketball game. I new a lot of people from Richland who I would like to say hi to after 20+ years. Maybe this a possible link to contacting some old friends. One day I hope to return to Richland. I would have graduated from Columbia High in 1980. If you have any info on the class of 1980 e-mail me it would be very much appreciated. Thank you, -James Sickler ********************************** >>From: Julie Hannah Gilchrist (89) Great response so far -- let's keep it up! As far as classes/teachers go, I'd say Mr. Deatherage was also a big favorite of mine. The level of instruction in English at RHS was stellar compared to many of my peers when I arrived at college. Many didn't even know how to write a real essay. Mr. D is one of a kind. I also REALLY loved class with Mr. True. I wasn't a total math whiz, but he was a great guy. He made the tough stuff easier to grasp than most math teachers do. And who could forget Mrs. Zuhlke! Was she a kick or what? Tons of fun and a great volleyball coach, too. I live in Bend, Oregon and work at an advertising agency. I'm an account executive/producer and I handle the production of all our television and radio commercials as well as long form videos. Bend is a great place to live and I love the work I do. My husband, David, is the Technical Dept. manager for Cellular One here. We have a canine child, Zoe. To Sara Gonzales (96): tell me how to get in touch with Joni. I haven't talked to her in a really long time. I'd love to do some catching up. -Julie Hannah Gilchrist (89) ********************************** >>From: Melissa Joyce Glodo (91) To answer the? favorite teacher and class it would have to be art and Mr. Potter. we are hang in the woodwork but i like to read everyone's thoughts on RHS. I've moved to and got married i was Melissa Joyce i don't know if that rings a bell for anyone. just wanted to say HI and let you know someone is reading!! haha -melissa *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** 11/11/98 Wed 3:09 AM Re: Update Dear Alumni Sandstormers, Lemme see if I can keep this short.. Spent Monday trying go get my computer to behave so that I could read the 50 some odd e-mails I had in my inbox. I saved them to floppy!! Spent Tuesday at the computer doctor. He had to reformat my hard drive and then reinstall Windows95. He also installed the newest version of Netscape Communicator. When I got home I downloaded 80 emails. Now for the majority of them all that's there is the subject and who it's from... there's NOTHING in the message to read at all... blank page... not even "From" OR "Subject" OR "To" lines... no header... NOTHING... Then there's yet ANOTHER bunch of them that have something in the message window, but it's a part of a message from a different (unrelated) email entirely. My Internet Service Provider opens up for phone calls at 8am and I plan to call and see IF they still have the 80 messages that came in messed up. If they can't send them to me again, I'll try and send a note to those of you who wrote - I'll be telling you the SUBJECT of the e-mail you sent to me -- and MAYBE you can resend -- if you haven't already deleted everything from your 'send' box!! My address book is pretty messed up, too, but I can fix that... and on the positive side of THAT deal, at least with the newest version of Netscape Communicator, I can create more than ONE address book. So I'll be working on that .. Since about 9pm Tuesday (11/10) evening, everything seems to be working pretty smoothly -- hope to have an Alumni Sandstorm ready for distribution on the 12th. Please be patient with me while I get things going again. Bomber cheers, Maren ****************************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/12/98 12 Bombers sent stuff in: ********************************** >From Vera Smith Robbins (58) Let them on Alumni Sandstorm know that I'll be on the road [moving back to Richland - from Florida] from Nov. 12th to Nov. 22nd and keep me in the road prayers. -Vera ********************************** >>From: Irene Smith Gostnell Goodnight (59) I was a long term member of CUP, from Jr. Hi days all the way through graduation. Rev. Dave (Seaman) and Rev. Bob (Uphoff) were great ministers who really could relate to us kids, especially Rev. Dave. It was such a shock when he died, so suddenly. I sang in the choir, that's where I met my future husband, Dave Gostnell (58), and also his friend, Bob Sandall [58]. Bob had had polio and was in a wheelchair, but that didn't seem to impair his humor one bit! Dave was his personal "chair pusher" and between the two of them, I never could stop laughing! Church camps were wonderful, I still remember the songs we sang around the campfire. Nowdays I play my fiddle at campfires, but I never thought of doing it then; that belonged in the orchestra! Someone mentioned the Rhythmic Choir in their white dresses. Their bare feet distracted me too, they did look cold! But the dances were beautiful, and the girls were so involved! To Erin Owens Hyer (66) - I'm an old Camp Fire Girl too. My mom had been one in Denver where she grew up (my parents came to Richland from Denver) and my sister Francine (63) and I both followed the tradition. (Later I led a group for my oldest daughter, Nicole, in Eugene, Oregon, but she wasn't as interested in it as I was and dropped out after about one year.) I know I learned so much about how to do things, like change faucet washers, cook a complete meal for your family and show how much everything cost, build a campfire from scratch, and so much more....... Now every time I build a fire in my woodstove, (that season has just arrived again!) I think of the old Camp Fire days and a few old songs: "We come, we come to our council fire/ with measured tread, and slow / to light the fire of our desire/ to light the fire of Wo-He-Lo, Wohelo, Wohelo..."A bunch of great rituals, that was...... -Irene Smith Gostnell Goodnight (59) ********************************** >>From: Beth Peterson (61) Hi Gary, Yes. There will be a benefit concert in Sandpoint, Nov. 14 in honor of my partner of many years, Cinde Borup. "Tribute to a Wild Rose" will be an evening of music from local artists as well as friends from all over the country... Belinda Bowler, Rosalie Sorrels, Bruce Innes and my nephew Monte Pederson (grew up in Prosser). Monte lives outside of Vienna now and is making quite a name for himself in the opera world. It has been a very difficult time for all of us who knew and loved Cinde but this evening should prove to be a wonderful tribute to her. She left us with a legacy of incredible music. Blessings, -Beth Pederson (l961) ********************************** >>From: Ann McCue Hewett (63) What a blast! I just revisited the Richland Bombers homepage and saw the [grade school] pictures submitted for the class of 63... I was in a couple and I never had seen the Kindergarten or 5th grade pictures... or I had seen them but they did not follow me thru the years. I have some names to fill in the gaps and I also have 3rd & 6th grade pictures from Jefferson... how do I get them to the homepage? (I do not have a scanner). It made my day! What fun it was to see my little friends... Anne Jochen Dowdy: We had the same Kindergarten teacher but I was morning and you were afternoon... what a trip. Still enjoying all the recycled news... memories. Thanks again! -Ann McCue Hewett (63) ********************************** >>From: Earl Bennett (63) Maren: No need to apologize, we can all relate to your h/w&s/w [hardware and software] issues. Plus I doubt anyone else puts in nearly the time you and Gary do to keep us in touch. In fact, I've been curious just how much time it does take you, on average, each day - if you don't mind revealing. [couldn't BEGIN to tell you... don't keep track. -Maren] This focus on our past has affected even my music tastes. I'm on my annual reserve duty 500 miles from home, and I've set an oldies station on my car radio that's different from most - emphasizes soft pop and mood music from the 50's and 60's (Sinatra, Dean Martin, Bobby Darin, the Carpenters, Nat Cole, Peggy Lee, Brothers Four, etc.). If I close my eyes (not a good idea while driving) I can almost FEEL the Chief Jo soc hops and Col Hi dances. Then, on the alarm clock in the VOQ, I've set a Christian station that plays the traditional hymns I grew up with, in the traditional style I remember, rather than the contemporary gospel I usually listen to at home and sing in the choir. I guess it's because I'm in Augusta, GA, where the pace of life is significantly less hectic than the Virginia suburbs of DC. Enjoy your upgraded s/w - wish I had time to do the same. And God bless your generous efforts. Thanks again. -ecb3 ********************************** >>From: Kathy Rathvon (63) Mrs. Cottrell. She was the best! She taught English at Chief Jo. She taught English grammar, actually. We spent weeks diagramming sentences. I loved it and you really learn grammar by diagramming. That was one of my favorite classes. To Mary Catherine Johnson-Pearsall (70): I have a picture of me taken by your dad in 1952. It was taken at the Elite shop. I used to model for their store when I was real little (I was 6 or 7 when this picture was taken). When I had it re-framed I kept the original mat that has you dad's signature on it. -Kathy Rathvon ('63) ********************************** >>From: Peggy Sheeran Finch (63) Mea Culpa, Maren... and I should have remembered there's no "e" at the end of your name, because I remember having memorized "S-M-Y-T-H" NOT "S-M-I-T-H", as a kid. And your dad and my dad dug out our basement together, and dad painted a message on one of the completed storage cupboard doors telling the world that they'd done the job, and signed both names, so I saw "SMYTH" almost daily for my growing up years. Also wanted to say I remember the McGrath's vaguely, and do remember being in a brownie troop for a short while, and kind of remember that house for one of the gatherings. Was Mrs. Sittig also a helper (Kay's Mom?) Boy, that's going back. Also remember down the block from you - to the south, an "A" house on the corner across the street from your block (southwest corner) had an older lady in it, and I remember either your Mom, or my Mom, taking me (or us) over there to see her monkey sock dolls. I think she donated them to the Children's Orthopedic Guild or something like that. One of the highlights of my childhood memories is that Orthopedic Guild fundraiser they had annually in the high school gym. Must have been around Christmas, because I always connect the scent of pine with that event. -Peggye Sheerane Finche ('63) (Smile) ================ [Peg--TOO MANY e's -- DUMP THEM!! (SMILE) Now you're making ME go back and dig for the "A" house. I remember the Parkers living right next door to us at 1604 Roberdeau. But that's an "L" house. The man's mother lived with them and she made dolls. I have a picture of myself (and several others) at some doll show in Riverside Park when I was about 10. The "A" house on the SW corner there - maybe Mrs. Osterman made dolls. She just MIGHT have. Both Larry (51) and Thoris (49) Osterman get the Sandstorm. Maybe one of them will write in and tell us that their Mom made the monkey sock dolls. -Maren] ********************************** >>From: Kathie Roe Truax (64) To Ron Sledge [65]: Hi Ron; it's great to hear from you. Thanks for the memories about the Swim Team. I remember those cool black tank suits, swimming laps in practice till I wanted to throw up, jumping off the high dive (fully clothed) after evening practice, the butterflies that come with hearing "Are judges and timers ready?", learning to play acey-duecy at meets, playing kissy-face with Bobby Hyatt [63], stopping at Miner's, etc. Other Team members who come to mind are Rod Peterson (63), Gretchen and Greg Griffin (65), Donna Anderson (63), Bob (63) and Mike [61] Mathis, Susan (65), Tim [67] & Pat [69] Funk. My Mom was a great Swim Team team supporter. Do you remember the two-tone green '56 Ford station wagon she used to drive to meets? Those sure were fun times. -Kathie Roe Truax ('64) ********************************** >>From: Lois Clayton Colton (72) I have recently created some web pages for a class I'm taking. On the pages are a few pictures of Bombers. Thought someone might be interested in looking at them. The pictures contain the following people and others. Doris Clayton (wife of Aubrey Clayton, Carmichael Science and Math Teacher.) Dennis Clayton '67 Jan Markfelder '71 Dave Clayton '69 Kristine Bement '71 Don Colton '71 Lois Clayton Colton '72 Most of the pictures are under family, Lois, Clayton pictures, but a couple of pictures can be found on other pages. -Lois Clayton Colton (72) ********************************** >>From: Patty Stordahl (72) Maren, What a nasty task. Good luck. I didn't add anything as of yet as I have been out of town for the last week on business. I am home now & will be looking forward to getting the latest & greatest from you. I really enjoy my lunch hours now. I get to read through the information & relive some of the memories. I think this has been great therapy for me. My blood pressure has dropped quite a bit since I started receiving the Sandstorm. Thank you again for all of your hard work. -Patty Stordahl. ********************************** >>From: Teena Stoner Giulio (79) To Dave McAdie (79): Yep, changed my name. Took too much flack for the old one... This one is almost as bad. Now I have to spell it for everyone, then pronounce it. (btw, you say it "Julie-O") I'm doing well and living here in the TCs. I'm married (obviously) and have two kids, one boy, one girl. I see many of my old classmates around town but they don't recognize me usually. Apparently I don't look the same. Funny, I don't think I've changed much at all. It must be that mirror I got at the garage sale... It's been fun reading all the entries and finding so many names I know. Not only people I went to school with, but teachers and people my folks went to school with. If anyone recognizes the name, drop a line. Especially if you know where I can find Betsy Engelbrecht. We need to get into some more trouble. To Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68): I'm sorry if I gave you any heartburn in band. I guess we just had too much fun. To Tim Lippert (79): I remember you! -Teena ********************************** >>From: Tim Lippert (79) To: Irene de la Bretonne Hays (61) - Thanks for the message, I think I'm a better student now than then. I do remember your class, Free to Be, was fun and also the only one that I had to go get an admit slip from Mr. Simpson for. Those after lunch classes were tough to get to on time. Dad's great, see below. To: Heather Carstens Pedlar (88) - Yep, that's my dad. He's retired and loving it in West Richland. To: Cathy Moore Hammer (80) - Sure I remember you and Gauin. I was telling my wife that just on the Agnes block there must have been 30-40 kids and she couldn't believe it. Terri is living in Kennewick and just had her second baby. I don't know if she has heard from Lisa for a while. To: Dave McAdie (79) - Hello back to you. I've been reading the Sandstorm for about 2 months now and have seen your name pop up a couple of times. Not too many others from '79 but our reunion is coming up so maybe we'll see more. Say hello to your Mom. Just a note to those out there reading. Write something. I did and got some great responses back from people I would never of heard from again. This is great. -Tim *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/14/98 13 Bombers wrote: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LeeRoy Parchen (59), Bob Hannigan (60), Jane Simmons (63), Marianne Matthews (63), Leo Bustad (64), Erin Owens (66), Joe Large (68), Mina Jo Gerry (68), Cat Johnsson (70), Kerry Rhoten (71), Susy Rathjen (71), Kim Edgar (79), Heather Carstens (88) ********************************** Just a quick note to let you know that Bob Miller [52] passed away today (11/12). Donations can be sent in his name to: Telluride Adaptive Ski Program Box 2254 Telluride, CO 81435 Cards can be sent to: Betty Miller and Family [address deleted for privacy] ********************************** >>From: LeeRoy Parchen (59) Hi Maren - The following list are the people from the class of 1959 who we have not been able to locate and we are hoping to get some help from any former bomber that may know them, a relative, next door neighbor etc.. Could you include this list in the Sandstorm. If anyone out their knows the whereabouts of any of these people please contact me or Mary Lou DeMeyer Gonza [59], her E-Mail address is [deleted for privacy]. Thanks, but before I leave a quick update on the reunion plans, it will be held at the Tower Inn, Richland in mid-July 1999. We have located at this time approximately 72% of our classmates, but need a lot of help from everyone out there. Anderson, Judith (Moter) - Aberdeen, SD Backlund, Ernest Gary - The Dalles, OR Blair, Wayne - None Blazon, Madeline (Layne) - Spokane, WA Bloom, John (Buddy) - None Beirs, Tom - Redmond, WA Bollinger, Gale (Webb) - Spokane, WA Borasky, Edward M. - None Bruce, Linda (Rood) - Warren, OR Clark, Janice (Hanson) - Bellevue, WA Cochrane, Patricia (Santos) - El Cajon, CA Cox, Dennis - None Cruz, Patty (Rapisarda) - New York, NY Dahl, Brian John - Richland, WA Day, Eddie See - None Douglas, MaryJane - None Fischer, Larry E. - None Graverson, Chuck - Federal Way, WA Griffin, Dick L. - None Hanthorn, Alice (Glick) - Phoenix, AZ Heath, Sue (Venger) - Salt Lake City, UT Hooper, Wanda F. - None Hughes, Charles H. - None Hultkrantz, Goran - Sweden Lamdin, Judith (Darden) - Denver, DO Lambert, Janie (Laviska) - Conklin, NY Lee, Carolyn (Shaffer) - Kennewick WA Lee, Lorna (Mikkelson) - Kennewick, WA Lewis, Stephen E. - None McGrath, Michael - None McKinnon, Jackie (Beil) - Pasco, WA McLemore, Barbara - None Magnuson, Mary Sue (Tobin) - Pasco, WA Mallow, James E. - Lenwood, KS Martinex, George - None Meyer, Edith (Poole) - Port Orchard, WA Midkiff, Joan (Chris) - None Miles, Ruth (Burns) - Rockville, MD Miller, Jeanne - None Mitchell, Janet (Wesselman) - Hillsboro, OR Monroe, Daniel - Central City, CO Myers, Herman O. - Davenport, Iowa Neitzel, Gloria (Haugen) - Kennewick, WA Newman, William - Richland, WA Nielson, Stewart R. - Burbank, WA Nunn, Kay (Friesen)- spouse James - Gastonia, NC Phillips, Lynda - None Pittock, Susan F. - None Plows, Reesa (Zedaker) - Denver, CO Poole, John - Port Orchard, WA Pugh, Ned E. - Spokane, WA Ray, Kaye (Ward) - Kennewick, WA Rekonen, Tom - Los Angeles, CA Roberts, Chet A. Jr - San Jose, CA Robinson, Robert H. - None Ronk, Charles Tom - Moses Lake, WA Rucker, Jack - Richland, WA Seymore, Rudy - Portland, OR Sherwood, Sharon - Del City, OK Sievers, Bob - None Smith, George (Bill) - Tumwater, WA Smith, M. James (Jim) - Burlingame, CA Solomon, Ruth (Ellsworth) - Eugene, OR Stevens, Ralph - None Stroup, Rosemary - None Sturdevant, Eugene - Sumner, WA Sudweeks, Lee - None Taylor, Doris (Anderson) - Richland, WA Wagner, Connie - None Ware, Joan - None Webb, Gladys (Perkins) - Richland, WA White, James D. Jr. - None Williams, Michael D. - None Winsor, Annette V. - None Worrell, John H. - Richland, WA Young, Roger - Richland, WA Thanks -LeeRoy ********************************** >>From: Bob Hannigan (60) Please sign me up for the Sandstorm. I to have fond memories of Jim Hawkins, one time on a Sunday (in those days all bars were closed on Sunday) I went with him to help clean his folks tavern (the Big Y). As you can guess there was more pool and shuffle board played then clean up. Did I mention we might have sampled some of the goods? Well on the way home Jim thought it would be a great idea to jump off the railroad bridge into the Yakima river. A great time was had by all that day. It was always an adventure with Jim. -Bob ********************************** >From: Jane Simmons Bonogofski (63) Hi Gary and Maren, I just want to let you know there is a great article in this morning's Spokesman-Review about the "Tribute to a Wild Rose" concert and Beth Pederson [61]. The sad news is that it is sold out!!!!! If anyone has any extra tickets, please let me know. The Alumni Sandstorm is the best!!! Thanks for all the time and effort you put into it. -Jane Simmons Bonogofski (63) ********************************** >>From: Marianne Matthews Wood (63) Yes, I remember when Ronald Reagan came to the father and daughter's GE banquet! I won the door prize, a GE (naturally) portable radio, wow, was I thrilled, and I had my picture taken with Ronald (first name basis....) and he signed an autographed picture of himself to me PERSONALLY that I still have. Perhaps, I shouldn't "brag" about that due to many person's strong negative political feelings about that individual - but he was famous, you must admit. Anyway, I was thrilled to go out with my dad and it was quite a memorable evening. Dad is 91 and going strong - Mom is still healthy in body but has Alzheimer's, bummer. -Marianne ********************************** >>From: Leo Bustad (64) In past notes, several people have asked about Julia Davis. My parents both died this year in Palouse Hills Nursing home in Pullman. It was there I talked to Gloria [Davis Tinder (61)] who sail her mother was there and would like to see us. Mr. and Mrs. Davis are both at that facility and ate their meals with my father. Mrs. Davis was happy to hear about old or former students and seemed to remember each one of them. She was happy to have visitors at N.W. 1310 Deane, Pullman Wa. 99163 (509)332-1566. Was surprised to meet Lamont Warden (65). He was the doctor in the Pullman hospital ER who called me about my father. He was also the "culprit" who was innocently tossed in Mr. Gentle's math class one afternoon. He has a bunch of kids, is living in Spokane and has retired from both the military and the VA. I have his address, but he has no e-mail. I am still in Alaska and probably will stay forever. I have enjoyed reading the Sandstorm and again realize how much all of us who grew up there have in common. -Leo Bustad (64) ********************************** >>From: Erin Owens Hyer (66) To: Irene Smith Gostnell Goodnight (59): The WoHeLo song was history until you brought it up. I can't believe all the memories the Sandstorm has resurrected. The one song I have kept with me is "We're on the upward trail, we're on the upward trail, singing, singing, everybody singing, as we go". That was always fun to sing as a group trudging up some trail. After moving to Alaska and knowing that there is a bear behind every tree, I found myself singing that out loud as we trudged through the woods. It is always good to let those bears know you are there so they have an opportunity to leave! It occurred to me today that maybe somebody out there might have known my brother. I have a half brother, Donald Hirsch, who would have graduated in '56. He didn't graduate because he joined the Air Force before his time. He was not a model student, spent some time at the juvenile home in Kennewick, but was, none the less, a Bomber. Just curious if anyone out there might have known him. Thanks, again, to all who make this possible. I really appreciated all the comments in the Sandbox on Veteran's Day. It was a wonderful tribute. -Erin ********************************** >>From: Joe Large (68) To Beth Pederson (61): Dear Beth, I saw your Cathy.jpg picture. Is that you with Cathy? (You on the right?) I am sorry to hear of the loss of your friend. A couple of very lovely ladies. I think my brother, Dennis (62), or my sister, Patricia (59), may have known you, but I graduated in 68. I believe it was you, Kippy Brinkman ('62) and Sharon Tate ('61WB-RIP) who used to "entertain the Troops". For my Junior and Senior years, I was first chair trumpet. I still do music quite a bit, but as a hobby with serious overtones (ow!!!) rumbling. I would love to hear what happened to you after Graduation. Apparently, you did stay in the music world - my ignorance is due to my having been subjected to "Louie, Louie" and "Little Red Rented Rowboat" for all these years, honest! (Apologies!) -Joe Large (68) ********************************** >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) To Teena Stoner Giulio [79]: Looking back on band with the blurry vision of lots of years gone by, you guys were a fun bunch. Of course, I really got an education being two years out of college and still wearing my rose colored glasses. I really did enjoy you guys and often wonder where some ended up. I ended up going back to teaching music in 1989, in elementary school where the kids were at least shorter than I am. Now I am back in high school. This time trying to get a job teaching math or middle school band, so I wasn't too warped by my Bomber experience. However, I do spend most of my substituting days at the Bombers arch rival, Pasco High. I was also a Brownie, in Troop 13. Mrs. Harvey, Judy Harvey Belcher's (68) Mom, was the leader. She taught at Marcus Whitman and we used to meet outside her classroom and walk over to Westside Church for our meetings. I don't remember if we were together for one or two years, but I think Mrs. Harvey transferred to Jason Lee and there was no one else to take over the troop. I have a set of pictures from our trip to the Whitman Mission that I ran across no too long ago. Does anyone else remember that trip? I remember going to day camp in the then Riverside park. It was great fun as we wrote and acted out a play about pioneers coming to the Northwest. -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) ********************************** >>From: Mary Catherine Johnson Pearsall (70) This is to Kathy Rathvon (63): Wow, the Elite Shop. I had totally forgotten that little shop. My mom and I use to shop there a lot. In fact one of my favorite little dresses was bought there. It was a black velvet dress with a white collar with a tiny little red rose in the middle of the collar. It was so pretty and fancy. I had black pattent leather shoes to wear with it. Those were the days that when you went shopping the merchants knew you by name, and really provided a service to their customers. I miss that type of familiarity in shopping. I remember going to the CC Anderson's (which became the Bon Marche) in Richland, and going into get new shoes. This was when they actually waited on you, actually measured your foot, and even brought out other styles for you to look at, even if you hadn't seen them on display. Those were the days of real service and salesmanship. I am glad that you kept the mat with dad's signature on it. He did have a very distinctive signature that he used for his photography. He kept every negative of every picture he ever took, unfortunately, I didn't get them. I have three older brothers and the oldest one took most of them. Not sure why, as I wanted to open a Trust Fund or something in dad's name, and sell the negatives and put the money in this trust that would go to a charitable cause he would have liked. I never could understand why they (my brothers) would want negatives of people they didn't even know, and I thought that the people in the pictures might like the opportunity to have them. But, they are in Texas somewhere in a garage most likely. Hmmm.. -Cat ********************************** >>From: Kerry Rhoten (71) Hi Sandi It's been fun reading the Sandstorm. Thanks for putting me on and I remembered Don Colton. I'm in Richland, but not for long... taking a job soon. -Kerry Rhoten ********************************** >From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) Want anyone to know, who is interested, that I saw Mrs. Brinkman at Albertsons today. I told her about the Alumni Sandstorm and that quite a few people had mentioned her. She seemed rather pleased. She and her husband still live in the same "H" house across from Lewis and Clark. I asked her how she was doing. She said she is having a little more trouble walking and that she is 92 now. She looked GREAT for 92! And to think that she and her husband are both still doing their own grocery shopping! -Susy Rathjen Whitney '71 ********************************** >>From: Kim Edgar Leeming (79) To: Tina "Stoner" Guilio, Tim Lippert and Dave McAcadie I've been reading the Sandstormer since it started and really enjoy seeing other classmates write in. Do you remember the car in the foyer for a senior prank? Did any of you get to go to the King Tut exhibit in Seattle? My best memory was when we beat Pasco for State basketball. I was disappointed with the headlines the next day. Richland 1st, Pasco 1 1/2, we worked hard for the title. Do you remember Ms. Larson? I remember she always had copy machine ink on her hands everyday. Take care, feel free to email me. Looking forward to the Reunion. Bye, -Kim Edgar Leeming "Class of 79" ********************************** >>From: Heather Carstens Pedlar (88) To Ralph Myrick [51] and anyone else who was interested in Brad and Nancy [Griffin] Cutshall's [51] recent doings. As I stated earlier, I am their grand niece, and do not get to see them very much. However, before I moved to Richland (1979), I looked forward to our visits there to see my grandmother and Brad. He was always making me laugh as a child. Anyway, not only did he retire as a physician from HEHF, he also served as a physician for the Washington State Penitentiary in Walla Walla. AND, after he retired from HEHF, he and Nancy went to Kenya as medical missionaries. Their stories when they returned on furlough were fascinating. They definitely live a full life -- in my opinion. Does anyone else from the 70's or later classes remember Friday Spudnut mornings in Mr. Harbour's AP Bio classes? I took that class zero hour (7 am, before any sane people were up yet), and we would periodically have Spudnuts. Boy, do I miss those Spudnuts! In the Midwest, Dunkin' Donuts are the big chain and they just are not even close to the same! To Sara Gonzales ('96): I cannot believe Mr. Deatherage (sp??? 10 years makes me forget) is still talking about the mushroom cloud! When we were juniors (in his AP Am. Lit class), he started what I would call a "civics education" experience. He began vocalizing his distaste for the logo, and I think he passed out a petition to get it changed. All I know is that it became national news. It happened to coincide with the publishing of "A Day in the Life of America", the photo essay book, in which is a picture of our varsity and JV cheerleaders from the 86-88 classes in front of the tennis wall that had the mushroom cloud on it. It was an interesting year, needless to say. Does anyone else remember that time? -Heather Carstens Pedlar (88) *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/15/98 10 Bombers sent stuff in: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Richard Williams (61), Paula Beardsley (62), Linda Armstrong (63), Glenna Hammer (66), Karen Schildknecht (67), Cat Johnson (70), Marjo Vinther (77), Kathy Jones (84), Travis Narum (90), Mandy Holmes (97) ********************************** >>From: Richard Williams (61) >From a Bomber Guest Book: Date: Sat Nov. 14 11:20:36 1998 What's Happening With You I'm living in Richland, teaching piano and organ lessons at the Baldwin Music Store, Kennewick. I'm also in sales with Baldwin. I married Linda Armstrong, sister to Shirley Armstrong one of our classmates. Shirley lives in Dallas, Texas and is married to Carl Dvorak. Linda and I have seven children. We have raised our children in Richland and all have been Bomber Alumni. We are soon to have our 12th grandchild. Of our unmarried children (two sons), one is at home, 15, and one is serving a mission in Brazil for our church. This home page is great! Linda is also a graduate of Richland High, Class of '63'. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE HARD WORK IN PUTTING WEB SITE TOGETHER. -Richard Williams (61) ********************************** >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ...another Kippy Lou update. Her Dad "Brink" is in Kiwanis and joins my Kiwanis club meeting almost every week. He is such a sweetie. I ask how Kippy is doing and he tells me that she is still playing her harp and doing fine in sunny Cal. by the way- are there any other Bomber Kiwanians out there? Would love to hear from you - may qualify as an interclub if we can get enough. Thanks again Maren and Gary for all your hard work. Can't imagine the amount of time you put into this wonderful trip down memory lane for all of us. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ********************************** >From: Linda Armstrong Williams (63) >From a Bomber Guest Book: Date: Sat Nov 14 11:31:33 1998 See entry above from Richard Williams (61) >Linda Armstrong Williams (63) ********************************** >>From: Glenna Hammer Moulthrop (66) To Leo Bustad (64): So sorry to hear about both of your parents; didn't realize you'd lost your Mother this year, too. Did see a wonderful obituary about your Father and his very distinguished career; you must be very proud. Thanks for the update about the Davises. Until recently, both resided at Columbia Edgewater Retirement Center here in Richland. I saw them often as my former in-laws, Homer and Martha Moulthrop, also reside there. (They are the parents of Allen, '64, and Jan, '66.) Are you teaching at the University of Alaska at Anchorage? Small world. I've visited Anchorage each summer for the past two years; my nephew, Elliott Strankman, (son of Fritz, '68, and Marilyn Hammer, '70), has played in the Alaskan Summer League for the Anchorage Bucs. (He, in fact, made the Alaskan All- Star team; the Bucs placed first in the league and went on to the Summer World Series in Wichita. A great summer for him!) Anyway, we love coming to Anchorage! -Glenna Hammer Moulthrop, '66 P.S. Would love to have Lamont Worden's address; haven't heard from him in at least 15 years. ********************************** >From: Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67) ...from a Bomber guest book: Date: Sat Nov 14 12:10:19 1998 Glad to finally find this web site!!! As a graduate of Columbia High, class of '67, I was really glad to find a way to locate former classmates. What a great idea! I'm still in the Tri-Cities, as are all 6 of my brothers and sisters....all Columbia High and Richland High School graduates. I still run into some really familiar faces around town, as it seems that this is the place many of us chose to raise our families. I really hope to hear from some old friends. ---------------- My name is Karen Schildknecht Mateo. I graduated from Columbia High in 1967. Grade school was Spalding, and went to Carmichael Junior High. I still live in Richland... it's really hard to leave this place! All of my family is still here, too. All 6 of my brothers and sisters, graduates of Col-Hi and Richland High, too, also are still in the area. I have 18 nieces and nephews, and except for the 3 nieces that graduated from Benton City schools, all are attending Richland schools. My niece, Aariann Ibatuan, was just crowned Sophomore Princess at Richland's Homecoming game. And we won the game, too! I would love to hear from any of my former classmates out there. I still see some of the people I knew from school around town, just every once in a while, but I know there are a lot still in town that I never manage to run into. Thanks for putting this site together. -Karen ********************************** >>From: Mary Catherine Johnson-Pearsall (70) I have really enjoyed reading all the memories everyone has shared. Brings back so many wonderful times to mind. I was wondering if there is going to be a 30 year class reunion for the class of 1969? If so, who would the contact be? I am trying to find this out for a friend that would like information to attend it next year. Thanks, and keep the wonderful memories coming, they are great. -Mary Catherine Johnson-Pearsall (70) ========================= [Cat - Can't tell you who to contact for class of '69. If you find out, though, please let me know. If I find out, I'll TRY and remember to let you know. -Maren] ********************************** >>From Marjo Vinther Burt (77) To Irene Goodnight (59): Your bike crash story was hilarious, and beats mine for sure! I could just feel your skinned knees and elbows as it reminded me of the many times I skinned mine and limped home! Did anyone else's Mother insist on cleaning skinned knees and elbows with Listerine as mine did? The Listerine Torture was then followed by the excruciating application of Merthiolate; and the resulting orange/pink stain was then worn like a badge of honor (or stupidity). A few years ago I got to relive the experience of skinning my knee - I'd forgotten how painful it could be! Fortunately, Mom was nowhere in sight! -Marjo Vinther Burt (77) ********************************** >>From: Kathy Jones aka Yvonne Taylor (84) to Heather Carstens Pedlar (88): I miss those spudnuts! I have a hard time trying to explain to people just what they are. When I explain "Potato Flour" they give me strange looks, until I get all dreamy eyed and mumble something like "heaven on earth". Nothing like them at 7:00am when you are supposed to be in class. You know, Mr. Deathrage always struck me as the kind of person who really just wanted to stay in college his whole life, but ran out of money and decided he'd better get a degree and a job he picked something really close to being in college. Just my opinion, and he is a great teacher! -Yvonne Jones Taylor (84) ********************************** >>From: Travis Narum (90) ...from the RHS Bomber Guest Book: Comments: Class of '90 Married Melissa 1 yr. (effectively ending standing in clubs and bobbing my head rhythmically to 'What is Love', while wearing wild leisure suits ) Working for Ernst & Young Consulting - PeopleSoft '94 grad West Point, Environmental Engr. (never used) Too lazy to have kept in touch w/ people, but email I can handle! '89-'93 drop me a line -Travis Narum (90) ********************************** >>From: Mandy Holmes (97) ...from the RHS Guest Book Comments: Hello all fellow Bombers!! Class of '97 grad here. I am attending Brigham Young University. Anyone from '94-'98, I'd love to hear from you! I doubt that I'll hear much, but green and gold runs in my veins... GO BOMBERS!!! ->Mandy **************************************** **************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. **************************************** **************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/16/98 AND 11/17/98 **************************************** 15 Bombers sent stuff in: Bill Johnson (61), Jan Voorhies (61), Gary Behymer (64), Patti McLaughlen (65), Ron Sledge (65), Shanon Laybourn (65), Paula Vinther (69), Gordie McMaster (69), Brian Harding (70), Lori Simpson (70), Rick Polk (70), Jim Geier (71), Teena Stoner (79), Deborah Helin (88), Heather Carstens (88) ********************************** ********************************** >>From: Bill Johnson (61) Dear Maren: I just got some of the e-mails forwarded to me from my brother and they are great. How do I get on a regular distribution so that I can get my daily regimen of "Bomber Vitamins?" I don't know what your format is but here are memories that I can share. I have seen some of the people from (66) mention that they have seen Mark Black's name on the Vietnam memorial. His older brother Jon [61] and I have known each other since we were in kindergarten and I knew Mark all his life. When we had our 30th reunion (class of 61), I noticed in our reunion booklet that Jon was listed in the deceased portion. Well, I went back to my motel room and called the hereafter (Aberdeen, Wa.) just to check on him and see how he was doing. He said he was doing fine and we both laughed about the mistake. I remember that I was assigned to change the oil in Miss Mecum's 1949 ford in Mr. Nash's auto shop class (1960). After we got her car on the hoist we noticed that the oil filter was original equipment and that the oil had never been changed. We ended up taking the oil pan off to clean out the oil which was more like grease. Does anyone remember the swimming pool that was in Riverside park before the new one by Col High? (oops sorry RHS) It's still there you know, it's just full of dirt now. Does anyone remember what habit Miss Mecum was famous for? I do. I remember going to the roller skating rink and seeing Fats Domino. I remember going to the armory in Pasco to see Gene Vincent and hitch hiking all the way to Walla Walla to see Bill Haley and the Comets (my dad was not too happy about that one). Anyone remember going to the passport plunge to go swimming. I think the teacher that had the biggest impact on my life was Mr. Dunton, the chorus teacher at Carmichael. For those of you who know me, you will remember that I did some solo singing in some of the productions that we put on - "South Pacific", "The King and I" (danced with Kippy Brinkman - future Miss Washington in that one) Anyway when I saw him [Mr. Dunton] for the first time some 25 years later. He told me that I had a fan club of a bunch of the girls that were in school at that time. I asked him why he didn't tell me and he told me it would have just gotten me in trouble. He's probably right. I still sing and perform a lot down here in Texas and almost every time I sing, I still think of things he taught me. Well, enough for now, maybe some more thoughts will come later. Would like to hear from anyone from "61" out there. -Bill Johnson, Class of "61" ********************************** >>From: Janet Voorhies McCord (61) Gary, I am from the class of 61. I married a Pasco boy, Michael Raymond Baker, and we had a daughter, Joanna Marie Baker. Mike was killed in an auto accident in 1968 and our daughter just passed away in 1996 of lupus complications. Anyway, in reading your history "plagiarized" by Rick Maddy, he left a couple of questions: How was Richland named, and why weren't there any streets, etc. named for the Rosencrances? Michael's mother, Mary Jane Rosencrance Baker Pruitt, now deceased, was the granddaughter of Benjamin and Mary Rosencrance, the original homesteaders of the Richland-RichlandY land. Before her passing, she gave an interview with a Mr. Ted Van Arsdol, recognized local historian and previous reporter of the now-defunct Columbia Basin News of Pasco. She also put together a rather voluminous set of published articles and historical notes of the Rosencances for each of her surviving children/grandchildren. It is from this scrapbook that I base my information, at least about how Richland got its name. Ben Rosencrance had a huge waterwheel built (16 feet wide, 32 feet high) with the help of R. C. Bremmer in 1894 (operating from 1894-1904) with which Rosencrance diverted enough water from the Yakima to irrigate 1,000 acres. So productive was the land under water that in 1904 a 32-acre hop field produced a $6,000 crop. Rosencrance's irrigation water had transformed the once barren acres into "rich land." After the Rosencrance family sold their land interests to H. M. Amon, the little town of Richland was platted.... to stimulate interest, the platter offered as a prize, a lot in the new town to the one that submitted a name they would use. There were 1,000 entries and 12 people suggested Benton in honor of the new county. Althea Rosencrance, eldest daughter of Ben and Mary Rosencrance, submitted Richland as the winning name... and won a lot in the center of Richland (lot 21, Block 1, a 24x40 foot lot)... the lot about where the Village Theater now stands. "Richland was named after the good rich land, not for Nelson Rich as many believe." So in a sense, Richland's name was given by a Rosencrance.... the greatest honor that could represent them. I don't know why there wasn't anything else named for Rosencrance directly. Among the four children that Ben and Mary Rosencrance had was a son, Benjamin Raymond (Ray). Ray married Anna Fallon. It is Ray and Anna who are Mary Jane Rosencrance Baker Pruitt's parents. Anna was a member of the fourth graduating class of Richland High School (1914). There were four graduates: Ada E. Chaleraft, Anna M. Fallon, Walter H. Strangheoner, Walter E. Timmerman. Class Colors: Blue and White. Class Flower: White Rose. Class Moto: Animo Et Fide. I have a xeroxed picture of the basketball team (looks like all girls) from about that year (but may have been a mixture of graduating classes of Richland High School). If you are interested, I'll be glad to scan and email. Anna Fallon is responsible for getting the county commissioners to build the "Fallon" bridge across the Yakima between Richland and West Richland. They named the bridge and road in her honor (there used to be a concrete marker showing "Fallon Dr." out there,... somewhere across from the golf course????) Let me know if you are interested in any of these old articles, pictures, etc. (the copies I have are not real "clean", but might be able to clean them up after scanning). Maybe you can find a "real old" history section to put them in. Enjoyed reading some of the nostalgia from everyone. I lived on the corner of Sanford and Turner (Pierce's, Johnson's, Sledge's on the other three corners). Went to Jason Lee, Chief Jo, and Col Hi. I worked for AEC about 6 1/2 yrs; remarried in late 1969 to Jim McCord (Class of 57) and we moved to Huntsville, AL. Retired from NASA in 1996. Still have family in Tri-Cities and Spokane that we visit periodically. My dad went to school (college in Montana) with Jerry Bell (? I think that was his name) from the Spudnut shop. I think I remember him saying that they played in band together. Thanks for stirring a memory or two and letting me share a short one with you. Remember to live everyday as though there were no tomorrow...... for each day we have here is just a gift from God! -Janet Voorhies McCord ['61] ********************************** >>From Gary Behymer (64) There are still copies of 'Bomber Mania', the History of Richland High School Basketball 1953-1980, available at [deleted for privacy] for a mear $8.00 priority mail postpaid. My schedule has been so very busy that I have not had time to do the following that I promised to do earlier and will soon be able to: (1) Find Mrs. Cotrill's address (2) Make a photo copy of the 1964 annual (3) Scan these tournament basketball programs that were sent my way weeks ago (4) ask Kenny Dall to look around for Patti Mitchell's annual (;-) Updating my home computer and scanner. Hope to have all in place by Wednesday nite. -Gary ********************************** >>From: Patti McLaughlin Cleavinger (65) To Dick Nelson (59): The streets in government- built Richland, if not names of trees, are all names of members of the Corps of Engineers. Goethals, for example, was one of the builders of the Panama Canal. At the public library, there is a list of those names and others planned for but not used in the Reference section. And speaking of dangerous (stupid) things some of us did. Lamont Worden [65] got me to crawl around with him in the tunnels built for pipes and wires in the construction of the Dawald gymnasium. Nope, we were not up to hanky panky. It was pitch black. It's a wonder that we didn't get lost, die and rot inside those walls! Remember that, Lamont? What were you thinking? -Patti McLaughlin Cleavenger '65 ********************************** >>From: Ron Sledge (65) To: Kathie Roe Truax (64): Hi Kathie, Real good to hear from you too. You bet I remember your Mom. She was the best supporter we had at home and away. As I recall she also kept us from getting into trouble from time to time. Thanks for the additional names. I guess I should have remembered most of them on my own but it has been a while. Best of everything to your family. To: John Bradley (65): John, do you remember the time we rode your vespa out to the CYO dance at Mesa? The wind chill must have been about minus 5 that night. Not to mention the sore hind quarters from riding that far. Good to see you're still kicking around. -Ron Sledge (65) ********************************** >>From: Shanon Laybourn Smith (65) from a Bomber Guest Book: Date: Sun Nov 15 23:27:48 1998 It's nice to find so many people on the 'net with information about themselves. I live in Richland in the house I grew up in on Bernard (South Ender). I work at Siemans as a senior clerk, enjoying my job, but looking forward to retirement. Have 6 kids and 6 grandchildren and two more boys on the way next year. -Shanon Laybourn Smith (65) ********************************** >>From: Paula Vinther Case (69) To Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68): Small world! You mentioned in your last message that you teach as a substitute a lot at Pasco High so I asked my son who is a junior there if he has ever had a sub named Mrs. Payson. He said that you taught his calculus class yesterday!! If you're there on Monday, say hi to Josh Case (2nd hour.) I have to admit that I have become a bit of a Pasco Bulldog fan but I'll always be a Bomber (much to the disgust of my Bulldog husband and sons!) -Paula Vinther Case (69) ********************************** >>From: Gordie McMaster (69) For Mary Johnson-Pearsall (70) And RHS69 Classmates & friends Typically in the past, the Class of 69 reunion committee hasn't even started to formulate plans until the November /December time frame proceeding the reunion year. At this point no person has taken the lead to start the discussion, whether to have or not have a 30th. But no doubt it will come up and it will happen. You can use me for the contact point. Or if classmates/friends you know are not online, they can mail the information to my house. [home address removed. If you need it, ask Gordie and he'll send it directly to you] This will solve one of my problems of tracking addresses for our class and getting a head start. Or, as always, you can mail information to: Richland High School RHS69 Class Reunion Committee 930 Long Ave. Richland, WA 99352 Accurate the information I have in the data base makes the mailings and tracking that much easier. See you next summer Thanks, -Gordie ********************************** >>From: Brian Harding (BEEEZUR) This is from a Bomber Guest Book he didn't leave an e-mail address Date: Sat Nov 14 17:49:42 1998 Richland Grad class of 70 I guess my most obvious flaw to fellow Richland grads is that both of my daughters are Pasco grads ("Bulldogs"). My wife, Jeanette Armatis, was a 71 Richland grad. -Brian Harding (70) ********************************** >>From: Lori Simpson Hogan (70) Hi Gary you have another Bomber alumni coming on line. My name is Lori Simpson Hogan, class of 1970. My older sister Cheryl Simpson-Whitaker is already on line. She also graduated in 1964. She has been printing all of your stuff for me and our dad, Bernie Simpson, class of 1946. Now I have a computer at work so I can "play", too. I am also married to a fellow Bomber, Mike Hogan, class of 1970. In fact their are 7 children in Mike's family and 6 of those kids are married to fellow Bombers! I wonder if that is a record? Gary do you still have any of the Bomber mania books left? If you do I would love to get one for Mike as he played varsity basketball in 68-69 and 69-70. If you have one left let me know and the check will be in the mail. You can e-mail me at [deleted for privacy] I was born and raised in Richland and have been here all but 2 years. I attended Lewis and Clark, Carmichael, and of course Col-Hi. I have been working for the Richland School District for the past 14 years as a cook and Kitchen Manager at Marcus Whitman grade school. It was the perfect job when our 2 sons were in school. We have two sons, Chris who is 23 and Josh who is 20. Sorry to say they were both Hanford Falcons. To answer the Question: Where were you when J.F.K. was shot? I clearly remember lining up in the hallway after lunch recess, at Lewis and Clark. We were waiting to go back into class, Mrs. Mary Lester, now Thompson, was my 6th grade teacher that year. If I remember right we were sent home for the rest of that day. I can also remember watching the news coverage on our black and white T.V. Well, this is all for now, you and Maren must be working full time to be doing such a wonderful job!! Keep up the good work. Thanks, -Lori Simpson Hogan ********************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) from a Bomber Guest Book: Date: Sun Nov 15 12:26:05 1998 Great Page Was "surfing" and came across this page. It's great. I'm from the GREAT class of 70. GO BOMBERS. Keep up the good work. ->Rick Polk (70) ********************************** >>From: Jim Geier (71) Love the Alumni Sandstorm! Read it every day. It is interesting, but not much of a surprise that so many of us have similar memories. My family moved into a ranch house on Cottonwood in 1953, when I was 8 months old; my parents still live in that house. I went through Marcus Whitman, Carmichael, and Col High. Still keep closely in touch with some of my Marcus Whitman classmates. Delivered the Tri-City Herald after school on Cottonwood and Birch between Humphries and Duportail, then known to the Tri-City Herald as Route 360 -- had almost every house, so it was relatively easy. For a long time, I knew everyone in every house along old Route 360. The cottonwood tree in the back yard we climbed and from which we jumped into tumbleweed piles is gone now. Our back yard was against the shelter-belt, and the kids in the neighborhood played in the shelter- belt, made tumbleweed "forts" in the shelter-belt, and hiked across the by-pass highway around the gravel pits and hills from the old concrete plant that had been there, and to the Yakima River. I remember willow twig "boat" races in the gutters on Humphries with Gary Turner (71) walking home from Marcus Whitman. I remember liking Mrs. Murphy in 1st grade, liking Mrs. Bowman in 3rd grade, and not liking Mrs. Matthews at all in 4th grade (with apologies to Mina Jo Gerry Payson, who praised Mrs. Matthews). It was in her class that I learned about being sent to the principal's office (James V. LeClair). And those air-raid drills in the halls with our heads down -- would that really save us? Carmichael was a blur, but I remember Mrs. Black in 9th grade homeroom, and I still know much of the "Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" by heart. Never did take a liking to Shakespeare, though. Armand Boatman was the band director for three years, and through him I learned an excitement for and an appreciation for jazz, which has only increased over the years. My memories of Col High are similar to others. I ran cross country for Max Jensen as a sophomore, then hurt my back and was an equipment manager for track in the spring. Doug Amy ('69) got me a job at the Uptown Theatre as a sign changer; my first job was adding "HELD OVER" to the sign announcing the Disney film "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang." Later I changed signs on all the theatres in the Tri-Cities and worked at the Uptown, Richland, and other theatres as a janitor with Bob and Ben Jacobs, and then later with Scott and Rich Jacobs, and other friends. Summers were full of working at the drive-ins, the Skyline in north Richland (I think it closed for good after the 1969 summer season), the Island View in the Y, the Highland in Kennewick, and the Riverview in Pasco. There was Mr. Gentle's senior calculus class -I loved calculus, and never thought I would use calculus in "real" life, but I did. Going to Bomber basketball games at home and on the road were also clear memories. Especially the time I changed the oil in my '64 Chevy and failed to properly seat the oil filter gasket. Used 22 quarts of oil on the road to Yakima. We got it fixed there and made it to the game at Eisenhower. I went to WSU, and am a dedicated WSU alumni -I was at the Rose Bowl game (GO COUGS!) last January with Gary Turner, whom I first met in Mrs. Murphy's class in first grade. I live in San Diego now, and return to Richland about once or twice per year to visit my parents and one of my sisters (Carol, '73) who lives there with her husband (Ron Melton, '73) and their children. I've been a business traveler for the past few years, and am currently juggling time between clients in Los Angeles and Washington, DC. Most of my time lately is in Washington, DC. I've worked for clients in more than 20 cities in the past few years, from Philadelphia at 8 degrees in February to Texas City at 95 humid degrees in August, and everything in between. The success I have had is partly (if not mostly) due to my having grown up in a town where family values were real, and where people interacted freely. Richland was truly unique, and I still call it home even though I have not lived there for 19 years... remember the state song? ...Washington my home, wherever I shall roam... -jim geier ********************************** >>From: Teena Stoner Giulio (79) To Mina Jo Payson (68): I'm glad you can look back on us and still have a positive attitude! We put you through the ringer, although most of us didn't do it intentionally. Remember Carl, Allen and Greg??? They were rotten, but fun. I still have a photo of Allen in the football field during practice with a tuba bell on his head and one of Carl on the goal post. Goons. And then there was Greg...I think he used to get to you the easiest. He would make you so mad then, in the same breath, have you near tears laughing. I bet you were ecstatic when the day would end. To Kim Edgar Leeming (79): Yep, I remember King Tut. I was lucky enough to see it more than once. It was fascinating and absolutely beautiful. I still have the book I bought at the exhibit and now my kids are getting interested in it. Especially my daughter. She's the artsy-fartsy type like me, only more socially adept than I was. :-) Anybody out there have any interesting memories to share about Mr. Pritchett, Mr. Allen, Mr. Blankenship, Mr. Greenough or anyone else? I'm attempting to shake memories out of the cobwebs. Or is that the other way around...? -Teena ********************************** >>From: Deborah Helin Dawkins (88) To Heather Carstens Pedlar (88): I also have fond memories of Harbour's A.P. Bio. Does anyone know what Mr. Harbour is doing now? He was a wonderful teacher and I'd love to know what he's up to. It's so entertaining to hear about Mr. Deatherage also. I'm a big fan of Emerson and Thoreau to this day because of his strong emphasis on both writers. It's amazing how much influence teachers have! -Deborah Helin Dawkins (88) ********************************** >>From: Heather Carstens Pedlar (88) RE: Multi-generational Teachers This message is to all who are interested. I am curious how many alumni had the same teachers as their parents/aunts/uncles, etc. I had Mr. Cole for typing and so did my dad (class of 61). I also had Mr. Fankhauser for chemistry, and he had taught at least one of my aunts (they both graduated in the early 70's). It was fun to find out this stuff and give the teachers a hard time about how long they had been teaching.:) I have very fond memories of the teaching staff at RHS. I will definitely vouch for the quality of education there. I went to Whitman College, and felt much more prepared than some of my friends in analytical, math and writing abilities. Many of them had gone to "great" schools in suburban Seattle that did not compare to RHS in my opinion. To Leah Powers Acton ('88): I lost your e-mail address. However, I wanted to acknowledge your hello! Sounds like you are doing well. Any idea what happened to Jody Pollard? Seems like forever ago we are all in Hammond's math class in 8th grade doesn't it? I think I TA'd your class, right? -Heather *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/18/98 ********************************** 17 Bombers sent stuff in: Millie Finch (54), Ray Wells (54), Grover Shegrud (56), Bill Johnson (61), Paula Beardsley (62), Sherry Nugent (62), Gary Behymer (64), John Bradley (65), Patty de la Bretonne (65), Cyndy Brooks (68), Mike Franco (70), Steve Piippo (70), Patty Stordahl (72), Rich White (83), Jim Moran (87), Heather Carstens (88), Joe Choate (??) ********************************** >>From: Millie Finch Gregg (54) I haven't written in sometime, but have been very busy with my sick step dad. But wanted to touch base and say thanks Maren and Gary, you do such a superb job. Sorry about your computer problem Maren. I have enjoyed reading everyone's input and thinking about the "good old days"! To: LeeRoy Parchen (59) You had written in the Sandstorm of 11/14 requesting information on your classmates. I don't have a complete address, but I can give you the e-mail address of someone who can get it for you. The name: Wanda Hooper. I knew the family well and have been in touch with her brother Jack (53). He had written that she is living in Evansville, Ind, married with 3 children. Anyway you can get Wanda's complete address from Jack at [deleted for privacy]. Hope this helps. I haven't seen many comments from the old-timers lately, I guess we are all settling in for the winter! Ha Sure is good to see the comments from the younger Bombers and know that the spirit still is strong. Until later, happy trails and good days ahead. -Millie Finch Gregg (54) ********************************** >>From: Ray Wells (54) Comments for: Bill Johnson (61) Dear Bill: You asked if anyone remembered what Miss Mecum was famous for. I'm not sure, but I'll tell you what I remember about her. She had boobs the size of bowling balls, and she wanted your biology notebook to contain camera-ready artwork and verbatim notes. I asked her if I could skip doing the notebook the 2nd semester if I got an A the first semester. She agreed and made good on her promise. I think she was an excellent teacher. I do remember the old Richland Swimming Pool, located in the park down by the Columbia River. I learned to swim there. I remember that there were so many kids that wanted to use the pool, that they had to restrict the number of pool users by handing out little tags that you had to present on entering the pool or you couldn't get in. -Ray Wells (54) ********************************** >>From: Grover Shegrud (56) I remember the open backyards and the ball games and even the broken windows. One summer we had a base ball game between the boys of the neighborhood and the girls, Barbara Pierce [56] and her sisters, my sisters Bev and Marg, the Moorman girls and others. They beat us and we had to buy them a treat; what a blow to my young ego!! Also I remember rushing to the store 1945, or 46 to get bananas when a shipment would arrive. Oh same thing when bubble gum came out. To Ken Heminger [56] and others I have both the aluminum and green plastic tax tokens; I was and still am a coin collector and thought they would be worth a fortune by now!! We would get the tokens at home or outside stores where people would throw them out or give them to us. Then we would take strings of them to the store and buy candy or get cash to go swimming. The Tucker story; the car was brought to town as a raffle during frontier days about 1948 or 49, they drove it in the parade (it put out a cloud of oil smoke). Later that night I saw the truck heading out of town and found out the people skipped out and never did give the car away they left a lot of unhappy ticket holders in Richland. Carp spearing with Don Wagster and friends along the Yakima river south of town on the other side of the C A P base. Also got my car (1948 Ford) stuck out there on a date and had to pay a cab fare to Kennewick and back. OK! The oleo margarine story; the farmers and state law would not allow the sale of colored oleo so it was sold with a color packet or in a sealed plastic bag with a red (yellow dye) capsule inside we would fight over who would get to pop the capsule and mix up the oleo margarine. -Grover Shegrud (56) ********************************** >>From: Bill Johnson (61) I remember the "Old Dutch Mill" between Richland and the "Y." It was a restaurant and not just a tavern though. Anyone remember the old Richland airport at the south end of town adjacent to the Yakima River? I remember it had an old Indian dugout in front of the office. I remember my mother getting chickens from a chicken ranch (not what you're thinking here :-) about a 1/2 mile south of the by-pass right off of the end of Wellison Way. The old woman that owned the place would just walk out and grab a chicken by the head and give it about 2 wrings and off with its head. I was only about 5-6 then, but I can still see that chicken running around without a head until it just fell over. Pretty gruesome now that I think about it. I have seen some comments about the camp out on the Yakima by Horn Rapids. It's name was Columbia camp. I remember that sometime around 1950/51 they finally went in and tore down the guard towers but left a lot of the building foundations which I am sure by now are all but gone. Anyone remember the in-ground trampolines that were down at the bowling alley below Carmichael? I remember the skyline drive in on north G.W. Way. When it was built it was the largest drive-in on the West coast (1080 cars) If you think about it most drive-in had the projection booth in the middle of the field so they only had to throw the picture about 150' The skyline's booth was all the way in the back and we had to throw the picture 575.' They had special lens made for just that theater. Back then they cost over $5000.00 as piece. Lot of money then. Do you remember that the Richland library was a ford garage originally? The guy that ran it was Johnny Gerdes and he was the same one that had the union "76" in the uptown district. I remember buying shoes in C.C. Anderson and sticking my feet into the fluoroscope and wiggling my feet to make sure that the shoes had enough room. Might as well go kiss an x-ray machine - HUH? Well, that's all for now, but since I got to Richland in 1943 I am sure some other things will come back to mind. Also since my Dad was Robley Johnson - Photographer I am sure that some time in the future I will be able to come up with a historical picture or two that I will share with you. Just need some time to retrieve them. -Bill ********************************** >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) I've been meaning to write about the Stile's Family. They ran the theaters - Uptown and Village for many years. My folks were good friends of theirs and used to go down to their apartment above the Village Theater on Friday nights and it became party time at our house. Somehow word got out and everyone showed up to party. I remember my sister, Janice [64], taking off in a car with Terry Christianson [61] and some other people who had been drinking and I went nuts and kicked a hole in the wall. Man, did I get in trouble. I also remember a big food fight one night making sandwiches or something and someone busted a head of lettuce all over our kitchen. I never did find out who did it. Anyone want to own up? Anyway, the Stiles family are all gone now but Doug who owned Bassitt Transit for years. David passed away in the early 70's and was a wonderful folk singer - even had a couple of records with his group. Haven't seen Doug in years but understand he is still in the area. Frank and Joycie Stiles were two very special people and so were their boys. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ********************************** >>From: Sherry Nugent Dupuy (62) TO Deborah [Helin] Dawkins [88] & Heather [Carstens] Pedlar [88]: I have been seeing my cousin's name mentioned by some of you... Jim Deatherage. You have to realize he grew up as a Kennewick Lion... and still had ideas about overthrowing the "Bombers". (BG) Seriously, he was raised to be a genuine and concerned person with "follow through". I was sorry when he raised the "bomb issue as I felt he just didn't understand us "Bombers" and what it was all about to us. He is a gifted writer himself... I can still tear up over a piece he wrote years ago about our grandparents' place... (he doesn't know this) It's nice to hear that he had left an appreciation with some of you for the things he taught. -Sherry Nugent Dupuy (62) ********************************** >>From Gary Behymer (64) Ok... here is what you have missed. (1) What do Joe Keefe (64) and Doctor Demento have in common? We aren't quite sure but Joe has had a number of his songs played on the Doctor Demento Show. (2) What is an O5C or O5 Charlie... A radio teletype operator. Now, here is the big test. What do the following individuals have in common? MikeAlchele, JimAlbaugh, BillAllen, GordonAnderson, JonAnderson, KenAnderson, RonAnderson DavidBarber, MarkBircher, BillBlankenship, RodBrewer, GeorgeBrinkman, C.W.Brown, NorrisBrown, RusselBurks MarkCallen, DanCartmell, DickCartmell, JimCastleberry, SteveChalcraft, RogerChambers, BrentChristi, RichardCoffman, KenCole, BillCompton, RogerCone, JohnCowan, BryanCoyne, PatCrook, KurtCrownover, ChuckCurtis LarryDavis, MikeDavis, SteveDavis, SteveDenler, SteveDickerson, DaveDowis, DennyDuncan DaveEmmons, TedEngel, RonEnsign, PeteErie, KellyEuteneier, JoeEvans PaulFelts, MattFields, DavidForrest, RobbieForrest, SteveForsberg, KenFortune, DonFoss, RandyFree, BobFrick CharlesGant, GlynnGibson, HaroldGibson, BillGill, JackGlover, GaryGottschalk, BillGriffin, MikeGrinnell EarlHall, SydHall, MikeHarty, MattHaskins, RobbieHatfield, JimHawkins, BillHenniger, PatHenniger, BillHeriford, MikeHogan, MikeHoke, PatHoke, JimHollick, JohnHollick, PeteHollick, JimHolmes, MattHopson, JimHouse EmmittJackson, RichJacobs, BillJohnson, BrianJohnson JimKasey, DaveKeller, BrianKellerman, BobKennedy, WallyKennedy, RogerKindley, GeorgeKinney, BrianKissinger RobertLacy, DeanLansing, PeteLarrick, DougLukens DonalMacDowell, DaveMann, CrisManolopoulos, RandyMarcum, RodneyMarcum, BlaineMarlin, BobMaulsby, BobMcClellan, LesMcDowell, MikeMcKeown, TomMcKeown, DaveMcVicker, JohnMeyers, RogerMikulecky, JimMiller, SteveMiller, BobMitchell, CameronMitchell, DeraldMitchell, GregMitchell, NestorMitchell, WayneMoss GeorgeNaughton, TilbertNeal, CrisNickola, MikeNeill, PhilNeill, SteveNeill, DickNelson DennyOlson, DonOtt, JimOtt MarkPalmer, StevePanther, LeRoyParchen, ScottParnell, BobPaul, ChuckPeoples, JeffPhillips, RobPhillips, KeithPritchard BernieQualheim, JimQualheim RenneeRathbun, PaulRinehart, BillRoe, RickRose SteveSandlin, DaveSimpson, JackSinderson, RickSlater, BruceSmith, DaveSmith, DennisSoldat, KevinSoldat, DaveSonderland, JohnSonderland, JerrySpears, JimSpencer, MarcSpohr, RickSpohr, CharlieSteele, RialSteichen, RayStein, MarkStevens, FritzStrankman, DaveStrasser, DennisStrasser, BobbySturgis, RichardSuppel BlaineTeverbaugh, WayneTeverbaugh, NickThoennes, DeanThompson, JimThompson, TonyTodish, MikeToner, TomTracy, DaveTuttel, DonTuttel Bob Utecht BobValentine, JackVanderburg BruceWallace, MauriceWallace, TheartisWallace, SteveWaltar, JimWalton, DaveWarren, JimWarren, GaryWebb, LonnieWhitner Good Luck! Coming soon: The First & Last Great Richland Bomber Alumni T-Shirt Design Contest. Crayons ready? Get set....... -Gary [Cyber Bombers RULE!] ********************************** >>From: John Bradley (65) To Ron Sledge (65): RON: YES, I REMEMBER THE FATEFUL NIGHT ON THE VESPA RIDING ALL OVER THE PLACE TRYING TO FIND THE DANCE. IT WAS COLDER THAN YOU KNOW WHAT TOO. THAT OLD MOTOR SCOOTER WAS A REAL BLAST TO RIDE, AND CHEAP TOO!!!!! ONE OF THE FUNNIEST SIGHTS I EVER SAW, WAS MY DAD AND MOM ON THE SCOOTER. THEY WOULD TAKE IT TO THE OLD WEST RICHLAND GOLF COURSE AND PLAY A ROUND. WHAT WAS FUNNY IS THAT MOM WAS HOLDING ON TO THE HANDLE OF THE GOLF CART WHILE DAD DROVE. THAT OLD "BAG BOY" CART SURE HAD SOME MILES ON IT WHEN IT FINALLY GAVE UP THE GHOST. RAN INTO MIKE SAMS THE LAST TIME I WAS IN TOWN. HAD A GREAT CONVERSATION WITH HE AND HIS WIFE. HE TOLD ME THAT THE TOWN CRIER IS THE PLACE TO FIND A GROUP OF THE OLD CLASS. THE NEXT TIME I GET HOME AGAIN, I'LL HAVE TO TRY IT. JOHN FOSTER WAS HERE LAST WEEK, HAD A CHANCE TO HAVE DINNER WITH HIM AND A GREAT COUPLE THAT LIVE JUST A COUPLE OF MILES FROM ME. I TO CUT THE VISIT SHORT THOUGH, MY MOTHER PASSED THE DAY BEFORE JOHN GOT HERE. I HADN'T SEEN JOHN IN 30 SOME ODD YEARS. WILL HAVE TO GO BACK TO RICHLAND TO CONTINUE THE VISIT. IT'S MY TURN TO TRAVEL THIS TIME. HOW MUCH LONGER WILL YOU BE IN THE BELGIN COUNTRYSIDE? THE LAST TIME I WAS THERE IN THE 80'S, THE BEER WAS STILL GOOD AND THE FOOD WAS OK. PRESENTLY, I'M OUT OF THE FT. MEADE AREA, WHERE DO YOU HANG YOUR HAT NORMALLY? GOT TO GO!!!!!!!!! -BRADLEY (65) ********************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) Yes, I had Mr. Bill Allen for homeroom in his first year of teaching at Colhi.1965. This was when he, as he himself said it , still had some hair of his own. Don't edit this, Maren, he said it himself. He had a party at his house for our class only where we had a barbq and sang folk songs. 15 or so years later my sister, Irene Hays taught with him at Colhi. They became good friends and he subsequently became part of our extended family, ie, invited to weddings(he was also a friend of irene's kids), Anniversaries, etc. And he actually remembered me! It's been fun seeing him over the years. He's dear. -Patty ********************************** >>From: Cyndy Brooks Cowman (68) New for the Class of 1968! Lewis and Clark Elementary School class pictures can be viewed at the All Bomber Alumni Links page: Scroll down to SITES OF INTEREST and click on "Grade School Class Pictures" and see if you can fill in the blanks for the Future Class of 1968. Many thanks to Maren :) -Cyndy ********************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) Lori Simpson [Hogan - '70] and Rick Polk ['70]: about time we heard from some class of 70 types... mostly we were known for our classroom achievements!!!! Lori Simpson... how is Mike (Hogan - '70) doing?... tell him hi for me.... and get going on our 30th!!!! Rick Polk, still have that deadly set shot?... one of the intramural hall of famers.... not bad for a Carmichael Cougar!!!! I would like to hear some Hogan stories... I think a few of us could contribute... and speaking of the old Thayer street crowd many of us knew... Hogans, Sinclairs, etc.... anyone notice that the average Richland family reproduction rate was on the high side??? yeah, yeah... I know.... but don't blame it all on being Catholic or Morman... even the rest of us had pretty good crowds (6 for us)... really, think about it... how many had less than four kids? -Mike ********************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) ALERT... long time RHS teacher, Marcia Clement, is retiring. Marcia began at RHS in 1962. Her last day is Friday the 20th. Send her a note if you remember - that means a lot more than the zeroxed RSD years of appreciation certificate! You can send her a note to: Marchia Clement, c/o RHS, 920 Long Ave., Richland, WA 99352. Or you can send her an e-mail to [deleted for privacy]. -Steve ********************************** >>From: Patty Stordahl (72) Hello out there. Happy Thanks giving to all. I just got back in to town from another business trip and caught up on the news. I can relate to Jim Geier with his traveling. It does get hectic so it is nice to come home to some great E mail. from homies. I am giving up smoking so my thoughts naturally turned to Val and her spud nut shop. Any one ever really see her? Every time I am in town I try to drop in there but she is always gone. I remember her great smile and laugh. Some times I really miss living in the Richland area. Life goes on. I'm glad memories stay the same. -Patty ********************************** >>From: Rich White (83) Someone was recently asking for memories from the 80's generation, so here are some 80's memories from an unofficial member of the class of '83 (my family moved from Richland after my junior year, so I didn't graduate from RHS, but I still consider myself part of the Bomber class of '83 :-) Marching in the Bomber band under the direction of the "Skin Dome" (A.K.A. Mr. Hopkins). BEST IN THE WEST! Winning state football championship in '82! (marching in the Kingdome). Playing hackey sack with the burnouts on dope slope. Using 6 yellow peechee's taped together as a notebook. Biology teacher (forgot her name) killed in a hiking accident. Cheating our way through the driver's ed modules (the TA would just check them off in the grade book if you sweet-talked her) ... remember watching those 20 year old driving movies in the car simulator? -Rich White ('83) ********************************** >>From: Jim Moran (87) About the street names in Richland: Yes they are named after Army Engineers. But also they are named after great Army Generals. Such as General Lee (Yes, Lee. He graduated from West Point) , Gen. Washington., or what about Thayer? At West Point, the guest hotel is named after Thayer. But I am not sure if he was an Engineer, or a military general. -Jim Moran class of 86-87 ********************************** >>From: Heather Carstens Pedlar [88] To: Teena Stoner Giulio (79): I had Mr. Blankenship for Government Fall Semester of my senior year and then TA'd for him the next semester. I LOVED having him, although I definitely think I was in the minority. He had us each do so-called current event oral reports to the class. Everyone hated them, and it was even more uncomfortable because he would just sit there and not say a word! It was always difficult to figure out what he was thinking:) What I most appreciate about knowing him was learning that age definitely means experience. He had a lot to offer us that very few people took advantage of. I still think about him occasionally and wonder how he is doing. -------------------- Ok... I have no idea when Warren Hopkins started teaching Bomber Band, but what a legacy he created! I would love to hear from ANYONE who took band from him, competed in the marching competitions, etc. I was pretty much a social misfit in high school, but boy do I remember feeling like family in band! Does anyone know how long he taught there? He and a gentleman who's name I have completely forgotten ran a one week music camp called Ross Point Music Camp in Post Falls, Idaho that I attended for several years in junior high and early high school. I even met my first serious boyfriend there (he was a counselor when I was a camper. : ). Last I heard anything about Mr. Hopkins, he and his family had moved to Moses Lake, where he became a principal of a school. Any other memories?????????? -Heather ********************************** >>From: Joseph Choate (??) from a Bomber Guest Book: Date: Mon Nov 16 16:49:35 1998 You know after so many years of no contact, it is so very good to have an older brother who still lives in the Tri Cities. I still recall my friends of days gone past and other throughout my military life. Yet with the fullness of my career I still find the grandest times were while I lived in Richland. I will be visiting my brother Jim this Thanksgiving in Kennewick. As always when I am truly home it seems as if I never left. Currently I am the Chemist (yes chemist) , and Quality Engineer for a mining company located in Nevada. Some turn around from one of the local problems crowd. Hope that all of you are healthy and remain so. Shalom =Joe *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/19/98 ********************************** 19 Bombers sent stuff in: Ralph Myrick (51), Dick Wight (52), Marilyn Peddicord (53), Jim Byron (55), Gloria Falls (58), Jim Russell (58), Bill Johnson (61), Gary Telfer (61), Dick Boehning (63), Carolyn Roe (63), Kathie Roe (64), Ray Stein (64), David Rivers (65), Gregor Hanson (65), Shirley Collings (66), Rod Collins (67), Mina Joe Gerry (68), Jack Spanner (70), Peggy Kinney (81) ********************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Here are 2 fishing stories I heard when I was a kid. One was a guy was fishing for sturgeon by the original Desert Inn. He hooked one and people watched him pull it out with his Model A Ford. The second was fishing for sturgeon at Sacajawea Park. The story goes that a guy hooked one, fought it for three days and three nights only to have it surface one time. It finally straightened out the hook and got away. The onlookers that saw it said it was the grand daddy of all sturgeon. This was in the late forties. Has anyone else heard these stories? -Ralph ********************************** >>From: Dick Wight (52) Regarding Bill Johnson's reference to "Richland Airport" down near the Yakima river: That 3-runway field was a Civil Air Patrol field that didn't serve general or commercial aviation. It was supposedly for Civil Air Patrol use only. The southernmost runway was actually part of the dike. Many of us "Bombers" learned to fly there. Walt LePage, who taught aeronautics, meteorology and other science courses at Col Hi instructed many of us. I took a few lessons from him. I remember one summer day ('51?) "shooting landings" in an old Aeronca Champ many of us flew. Some of my fellow CAP cadets were swimming and rafting in the Yakima River adjacent to the runway, and I made a couple VERY low altitude passes down the river. My first pass sent a couple of the kids diving off the raft into the river. My second pass was less successful - I encountered heavy "flak" consisting of riverbank mud thrown up by my friends - and I had a pretty dirty airplane to clean up! I had lots of flying adventures that in retrospect am unsure how I survived. One terribly windy day Jane (Rollison) Hightower '52 and I flew to Yakima and back, nearly ran out of fuel just getting to Grandview (cars were going faster than we were!). I had real trouble landing back in Richland in the high winds. The plane's owner, parents etc. were gathered at the airport trying to figure where we'd gone. No flight plan, you see! Jane and I thought the aftermath of the flight - the trouble we were in - was more traumatic than the flight! The CAP cadet squadron consisted largely of Col Hi students, and usually numbered 30-50 members. The squadron yielded quite a few career military people, two of whom made general rank - Dick Meyer '51, and Rod Linkous '53. I was a career Coast Guard officer, non aviation. Go figure! We had a cadet squadron reunion in '97, at Richland, organized by Kay (Mitchell) Coates '52. A great event. -Dick Wight (52) ********************************** >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) This is what I remember about Miss Mecum - She never kept her knees together when she sat down - offering a biology lesson to all who were observant. Lee [Whitley - '52] says she also showed dogs and was a winner at shows. Also - Mother says Marve Skeen lives at the Royal Colombian Retirement Center in Kennewick - I've lost the E-mail address of the person who really wanted to know. -Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) ********************************** >>From: Jim Byron (55) Gary, I don t know the answer to your question, but Do you know where Dr Demento went to I ve tried to locate him (sorta) and come up blank! -Jim Byron (55) ********************************** >>From: Gloria Falls Evans (58) This is for Joe Choate: I believe I was in the same class as your brother, Jim (58). Haven't seen him in years. My son also lives in Richland. Tell Jim hello for me. Gloria Falls Evans, Spokane, WA ********************************** >>From: Jim Russell (58) A couple of thoughts about the swimming pool: Prior to moving to Richland in 1949, we lived in a small town (Silverton, OR), where the swimming pool was filled by piping directly from Silver Creek. There was nothing in the world south of the Arctic Circle colder than Silver Creek. My folks tried to send me through the swimming classes there. Brrrrr. I didn't fare well in those classes. I couldn't stand to put my head in the water, as I recall one of the first requisites to a swim "certificate." When we moved to Richland, the old pool was still in use near the Columbia River and park. That water was not heated either, but it was certainly a lot warmer (of course) than the Silver Creek feed. There, my brother, Jack, and I passed our swim tests. Yes, I remember passes to wait our turn to enter the pool. It was small in comparison to the "new" pool below the high school. Now, for the "dumbest thing I ever did" award: In the "new" pool, we spent long days during the summer. One day, several of us, and I don't remember who at the time, were playing "keep away" with the top of a miniature Morton's salt shaker. At one point when I received the toss of the plastic shaker top, I put it in my mouth and quickly swam to a new location. As I came up for air, a wave of water hit me at the same time and down the throat went the shaker top. Try as I might, I could not swallow the top or cough it up. I went home, attempted to cough it up or swallow it down but with no success. Ultimately, I had to tell my folks about my problem. The little shaker top finally was dislodged by doctors at the Kadlec Hospital. Anesthesia to put me to sleep and to relax the throat was required. This has been my only stay (knock on wood) overnight at a hospital. That was about 43 years ago! Now, that was dumb. -Jim Russell (58) ********************************** >>From: Bill Johnson (61) Maren and Gary: I have to agree with everyone else. This site is just super and what you two are doing - well, what can I say except THANKS!!!!!! I felt like a kid in a candy store, so here's some more stuff - true stories too. While some, not all, of these stories are about some of our friends that are no longer with us they are true and in no way meant to be demeaning. They were just some funny things that happened to them and I was there. ========= Sunny Hyatt [59]. What a fox she was. She was also the class secretary at Carmichael and it was her job to stand up on stage and lead the assembly in the Pledge of Allegiance. Well, to say that she well endowed for a ninth grader would be an understatement. So boys being what they are, when she placed her right had over her chest, we did also, except that we held our hands out about 4-5 inches away from our bodies. We wanted to do it right, you know. More than once when she would look out and catch us and it would mess her up and then of course we caught the attention of the principal. Nuff said. Jim Overdahl [57] Jim was great guy and so is his brother Pete [60], but as any of you who knew Jim, you know he had a s speech impediment, commonly known as a harelip. Well, some of you may remember that there was girl that worked at Zip's that had the same problem. One day Jim pulled in beside me and picked up the phone to order and as it happened this particular girl answered. Well, Jim started to place his order and all of a sudden this girl came storming out to Jim's car and Said, "Are you making fun of me?" He replied, "No I'm one of you and I still want my damn hamburger and fries." As she walked away to go inside, Jim turned to me and smiled and said, "I guess that got her attention." I thought I would fall out of my car laughing after watching this. Brian Brown (57) Anyone remember when Brian drove his car into the irrigation canal in West Richland? He was probably kissy facing some sweet thing instead of driving. So much for a night on the town. Jim Bobo (57) I only tell this story because we are good friends. For those of you who know Jim you know he was on the basketball team and I'm told he was pretty good. Nice looking guy, popular with all the girls and all that other stuff that goes with high school, but there was a darker side to him too. I was 12 at the time and Jim's grandmother lived he and his parents. Addy, short for Adeline I think. Anyway she couldn't go to the games and wouldn't stay by herself so I grandma sat with her. The fact that Jim's folks had one of the first TV's that I had ever seen didn't hurt. Anyway Addy was deaf as a post and deathly afraid of the dark After the game, Jim would come home and I would see this hand sneak around the corner and turn off all the lights and the t.v. In about 10 seconds, Addy's feet would start to shuffle and she would start to yell which got steadily louder until Jim would turn on the lights again and peek around the corner at her. She would shake her finger at him, give him a hug and tell he was a naughty boy. In retrospect, I think it was a game with them and she really enjoyed it. Shame on you Jimmy Last but not least and I'm sorry if this is a little cryptic but probably the girl I feel closest to because I have known her longer is a girl I used to sing "Aba daba daba said the monkey to the chimp" to on her front porch. What did I know at 6 years old? I thought it was a love song. She still holds a very special place for me and she knows who she is. -Bill Johnson (61) ********************************** >>From: Gary Telfer (61) A lot of work has gone into these pages so that we may all enjoy them. A big "Thanks" to Gary and Maren, and I'm sure others also helped. During our 30th year re-union in 1991, I was re- introduced to fellow classmate, Edith McLenegan. We started a long distance relationship (I lived in the Chicago area, she in Kennewick) that developed into marriage in October of 1992. Last February we semi- retired from my railroad career and moved to Waldport on the Oregon coast. Hello to all of our friends and classmates. We still have ties to Tri-Cities, with family members in Richland and West Richland. -Gary Telfer (61) ********************************** >>From: Dick Boehning (63) All the Bombers that were listed were B-Ball players who continued the great Basketball Dynasty from 1953 to 1980, and were in the Bomber Mania Book. -Dick Boehning ********************************** >>From: Carolyn Roe DeJong (63) Hi Gary, Those young men - are ALL Richland Bombers who participated in Basketball State Tourney games!!! How's that???? -Carolyn Roe DeJong ********************************** >>From: Kathie Roe Truax (64) To: Gary Behymer I think the names listed in the 11/18 Sandstorm were guys who chanted "On to State" every night during basketball season -- yes indeedy, they were all great Bomber B-ball players. -Kathie Roe Truax, Class of '64 ********************************** >>From: Ray Stein (64) With all the talk about street names in Richland, I wondered if anyone is concerned that the road from the hospital to the cemetery is named "Swift Blvd." -Ray ********************************** >>From: David Rivers (65) RE: Brian Johnson. C.W. Brown, etal. I guess they were all on the Bomber's basketball team at one time or another... I mean their names sure seem familiar... but then Big John Meyers, Theartis Wallace and Ray Stein... never played basketball, did they? Maybe they all drove Buicks? No, Big John drove a Merc... Gee, I don't know... I give up! -David Rivers (65) ********************************** >>From: Gregor Hanson (65) Answer to the trivia question from Gary Behymer: All of the names you listed played varsity basketball for the Bombers!! -Gregor ********************************** >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) In answer, to your "Big Test" trivia with all of the guys: they were all basketball players for Col Hi or RHS. They might have also been "player of the week" in the TCHerald. *Smile* ------------------- In addition to OUR AWARD-WINNING ONLINE ALUMNI SANDSTORM, the Richland High student newspaper, Sandstorm, has earned two national awards for excellence according to today's Tri-City Herald. "Sandstorm, Richland High School's student newspaper, has earned two national awards for excellence. The paper received an All-American rating from the National Scholastic Press Association. Six issues from the 1997-1998 academic year were evaluated for content, writing, editing, photography, design, graphics and leadership. The judges awarded the paper four marks of distinction. Sandstorm earned 3,605 points out of a possible 4,000. The paper also received the George Gallup Award from the Quill and Scroll Society, an international honorary society for student journalists. The paper submitted six copies from the 1997-1998 academic year and received a total of 952 out of 1,000 points available. Robin Morris advises the student staff." Just couldn't resist passing this "news worthy" item along. Perhaps the younger generation of Bombers will be of help to Maren and Gary down the road! -Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ********************************** >>From: Rod Collins (67) My name is Rod Collins. I would have graduated in '67 but my folks sent me away to St. Martin's to straighten me out. (The debate still rages as to whether it worked.) I was born in Richland and lived on Atkins St. across from Carl and Scott Beter and next to David Hill. We all went to Lewis and Clark and Carmichael. I noticed Rick Maddy's name and I assume it is the same one who lived across from Lewis and Clark. Hi Rick! How's your asthma? I married Caryl Adams (69) but we divorced after 8 years. I now live in Sonoma County California. My sister sent me the info on the Sandstorm and it is nice to have a few memories jarred loose. Not too many years ago I saw Mr. Chitty at a food service trade show in Seattle. Anyone remember his first three rules of golf? Or remember when we hit all the practice golf balls into the pond? I remember the trampolines and I think I was the first to try them. I used to deliver the Columbia Basin News and the Atomic Bowl was on my route. The morning manager let me in at about 6AM before it opened to the public. I haven't seen anyone from Richland since I left Seattle for Denver in 1977. -Rod Collins (67) ********************************** >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) What do these guys have in common? Well, they are all male and quite a few are brothers. Besides that, there are a lot of basketball players listed. Were they all on championship teams? There is one guy I used to baby sit, but I don't think any of my other young charges are there. What is the answer? I checked my husband's high school for any kind of alumni sight. He graduated from Clover Park, near Tacoma, in 63. There was no one registered from his class and very few from other classes. -Mina Jo Geery Payson (68) ********************************** >>From: Jack Spanner (70) Answer to Big Test: Quite a few of them played basketball for Col Hi. Which reminds me that someone asked about the wrestlers from the class of '70. I think Loren Sharp would take offense if someone suggested he backed up Mike Fitzpatrick. Mike was state champ his Junior year and Loren was state champ his Senior year. They were both excellent wrestlers and pushed each other to the limit. I backed them up and was probably the one that wrestled a previous writer (Mike Cook?) in PE. I didn't stand a chance against Sharp and Fitz but I taught (wupped) my little brothers enough that they both went to State, Bruce-'74 and Dan-'77. Go Bombers! -Jack Spanner ********************************** >>From: Peggy Kinney Naylor (81) To Gary: For your big test... They all played Bomber Basketball?!?!? -Peggy Kinney Naylor (81) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/20/98 **************************** 25 Bombers sent stuff in: Steve Clinehens (56), Gene Johnson (57), Tom Matthews (57), Nancy Burnett (58), Barbara Chandler (59), John Northover (59), Carol Carson (60), Joe Choate (60), Jan Voorhies (61), Judy Ann Gilman (63), Frank Osgard via Jim Hamilton (63), Tony Sharpe (63), Gary Behymer (64), Mary Sullivan (64), Shirley Collings (66), Dave Miller (67), Joe Large (68), Grace Brennan (71), Richard Spitaleri (71), Susy Rathjen (71), Greg Sletager (72), Carolyn Polentz (74), Rhonda Miller (78), Kathy Jones (84), Mandy Holmes (97) ********************************** >>From: Steve Clinehens (56) from a Bomber Guest Book: Date: Thu Nov 19 13:14:25 1998 Bomber Website Discovered! A few days ago, I received an info copy of an email apparently sent to all cyber Bombers. Didn't realize we had a web site, but glad to be included... Brings back some old memories. I was class of '56 and have barely set foot in Richland since graduating... Going home is a little difficult when your parents move! I was feature editor of the Sandstorm from 1955-56 and wrote a lot of stuff that I thought was pretty funny. Although my sense of humor was not shared by the rank and file student body, work on the paper was fun. I recall that we had to make the trek to the Tri City Herald composing room just before publication (weekly?) and that I enjoyed the smell of hot lead from the linotype machines. Come to think of it, I enjoyed the perfumy fragrances from the numerous female Sandstormers even more! If anybody out there worked on the paper under Mr. Bruhn or tried out for the plays Mr.???? (his name eludes me) staged, or even vaguely remembers me, send me e-mail. -Steve Clinehens (56) ********************************** >>From: Gene Johnson (57) Hello Maren & Gary, Great Job! I've just been sending some of the Alumni Sandstorms to my brothers Richard [55] and Bill [61] Johnson. I just found out the other day that they weren't on the list. I see that Bill has already sent in some stuff. Bill the day that Brian Brown put his Ford into the ditch, I happened to come along just a few minutes later, came around a curve and there was Brian sitting on the top of his car in the middle of the ditch. The story was that he reached down for a coke that had fallen over, but the truth is that he was reaching for something else, or should I say someone else, the, as you put it, sweet young thing had already gotten a ride away from there, so the coke story held up. I'm not going to mention any names here. While I was going over some of the back issues of Alumni Sandstorm, I noticed that Janet Devine Call (69) asked about the Hanford workers paying for a B- 17. They did do this they were all asked to donate a days pay to pay for this bomber. This was done and the airplane was named "Days Pay" The Army had it flown into Hanford in 1944. I have a picture of this plane taken by my father Robley Johnson while it was at Hanford, to show the workers what they had bought. Thanks again Maren & Gary for the great job you're doing. I would like to be taken off the Sandbox list though! Happy trails! Email address is in my wife's (Sherrie) name. She's the smart one here I just move the boxes. -Gene Johnson (57) ********************************** >>From: Tom Matthews (57) Comments/questions for Bill Johnson (61): I clearly remember your father and the group class pictures he took at least until 1947 (I've got mine from K through 3rd). Your dad always seemed to be in good humor as we were arranged for the picture. You indicated that you have access to his negatives or pictures. Does that mean the family has all his photography? It certainly would be quite a historical resource. Wasn't he an official photographer for the Hanford project in the early years? I stopped by his studio sometime in the late 70's on one of our trips to visit relatives in Richland and purchased a print of his "Desert Sky" photo of Rattlesnake Mt. which we have hanging in our home. It was nice to see your brother, Gene Johnson (57), at our 40th reunion. -Tom Matthews (57) ********************************** >>From: Nancy Burnett Trantow (58) Hello, fellow Bombers! For those who might not remember me, I'm Nancy Burnett of the class of 1958. I was drum major that year and still remember leading the band down the field in that Bomber formation. I also remember Operation Weed. Who else had such a great time burning tumble weeds in Uptown vacant lots? I loved the homecoming ralleys when we snaked through Uptown. My family lived in the old Hanford trailer park in 1943! I have memories of the sand storms, the washing freezing on the line, the shower rooms (very traumatic for a 3 year old) and turning in my pennies for war bonds. When my father went into the Army my mother moved back to Arkansas, but my father returned to work there in 1955. My first day at Columbia High School was a "We aren't in Kansas anymore" experience. My southern accent quickly earned me the nickname of "Rebel". At that time the school allowed a sophomore initiation week. We had to wear our clothes backwards, our hair in three pigtails and do anything an upper classman ask us to do. So - whoever you were who had me go into the boy's bathroom to retrieve toilet paper...? you owe me! Before people were allowed to buy their homes from the government everyone's house looked the same and some families would ride around at night and peek into windows (nobody pulled their shades) to see how they had their government issue furniture arranged. When the houses were released to sell it started a boom of remodeling which I am sure is uneclipsed anywhere in the world. I entered the Science Fair in 1957 with the help of Mr. Henrick (Chemistry). It was due to him that I went on the WSU to major in Chemistry. Mr. Scott (physics) was a great inspiration because he believed in me and encouraged me to seek a career in science when few women were entering those fields. Anyone know where Nick Speed (56) is? We attended a dance together in '57 and I have a great picture of him. Who remembers Mr. Dawald's Government class? Thanks for all the memories. -Nancy Burnett Trantow (58) ********************************** >>From: Barbara Chandler (59) Comment for Bill Johnson (61) Yes, of course, doesn't everyone know what Ms. Mecum was famous for? She would dip very deeply into the top of her dress, reach way low down her arm and yank up her bra strap. Every time I see anyone do that (or do it myself, blush) I think of her, and yes, in spite of all that, she was a dedicated and brilliant woman, just a bit eccentric. -Barbara Chandler (59) ********************************** >>From: John Northover (59) RE: fishing To: Ralph Myrick (51): Ralph, My dad was a fisherman... sound's like some of the stories he used to tell... He fished about every river, lake, stream ,... puddle of water in the area from 1946 --> to for ever -John Northover (59) ********************************** >>From: Carol Carson Renaud (60) I was pleased to see the reference by Dick Wight [52] about Civil Air Patrol. My brother Steve Carson (58) and I Carol Carson ('60) were members. What great times we had. Some other members were Fred Klute ('58), Jerry Sybertz ('58-deceased), shoot - my mind just went blank! Must be getting "old timers" disease. Anyone else involved in CAP? I also wonder if any of the girls remember Mrs. Wiley (Shorthand). She used to walk around the room with a Vicks inhaler stuck up her nose when she had a cold. She always wore an old brown denim dress with a big scarf around her shoulders which was held in place with a large Texas plastic pin. She once said that kept the boys from looking down her dress. She also once lectured us about school spirit and, before a pep rally, turned the trash can upside down, stood on it and sang the school song! She lived in a one bedroom prefab on Swift. Boy - what a character. I sure learned shorthand from her tho. The other memorable teacher was Mr. Morris in Business Machines. He had a wooden leg but still coached Tennis! Keep the memories coming guys - I really look forward to checking my mail each evening. Thanks Gary and Maren. -Carol Carson Renaud (60) ********************************** >>From: Joe Choate (60) ...enlisted in the navy in 1959 and stayed there. My class, however, was the class of 1960. I remember them all, I swam at both pools, the one in the park almost everyday in the summer. The Pasco plunge was great with the rope in the middle which we would climb up and dive in. I skated in the rink many times and the ice cream stand was right next door. Twenty Five cents and the biggest soft cone you could get. I remember Fats [Domino], too. How about working in the summer months at the Walla Walla Canning Company. -Joseph Choate (60) ********************************** >>From: Janet Voorhies McCord (61) from the RHS Bomber Guest Book: Record 219 Time: 1998-11-19 06:27:34 Comments: Class of 61. Have enjoyed reading the nostalgia and can relate to many of the activities(?) :<). In Richland I lived on the corner of Sanford and Turner (in the white house) that always had near-floodwaters in our front door whenever the corner drain system couldn't keep up with the rain. Submitted a Sandstorm entry earlier and it was slightly edited for the "Bomber Memories" site. Remarried in 1969 to Jim McCord (Class of 57) and moved to Huntsville, AL. Intentions were for one year but have been here ever since. We really enjoy it. Winters are not bad; don't have Richland's sand storms to contend with (although our tornadoes have come pretty close to home); don't have to water the lawns except for extreme droughts (try that in Richland); and we're close to lots of action and activities. Put in my 31+ years with the government and retired from NASA (computer systems analyst/specialist) in 1996. Love the stories and keep this site bookmarked. Good job Bombers! -Janet Voorhies McCord (61) ********************************** >>From: Frank Osgard as sent to Jim Hamilton (63) Thought I would share some of Frank's deepest thoughts -jimbeaux SEMPER BOMBERUS November 18, 98 Jimbeaux - Can't find the e-mail address for Chico Taylor, but thought you might have it and could pass this along. I'm on the horns of a Dalmation, and needed some help from the master of Sexual Misinformation. I think I told you that I've got two fourth grade boys living with us. My grandson from wife Numero Uno (all I remember from Senior Maruca, except for that "Gift D") and the fruit of my loins, with the current Mrs. O. As luck would have it, they are in the same classroom and, and have all the social skills and deportment of McCoy and Norman Hill. Thank God, for all of the experience I gained setting in Lyda's office, I'm no longer intimidated going into the Principal's office. The Boy's Principal is a Big Gal who wears Big Glasses, Big Jewelry, Blazers with Big shoulder pads and is Big on "Focus, Co-Operation, Consideration, High Self Expectations and Higher Personal Goals". Have spent a lot of time with her, these first 67 days of school and now I know how my Old Man felt. Sorry Pop. She thinks all of her charges are just this close to a full scholarship and early admission to some small liberal arts college. Me, I'm thinking Back Hoe Operator. The boys came in all jacked up last night, 'cause they brought home a parental permission slip, to see the YOU KNOW WHAT VIDEO. "VIDEO", I said, "All we got was some Dukane phonograph record and film presentation, and even then we had to wait until the eight grade". The fourth grade action for us boys, was getting to go out and play kick ball at 10:00am. While the girls went in the gym to see a film and came out with a whole bunch of light blue folders and a wide eyed look of disbelief, not seen again until they got snow tires for a Christmas gift. I'm sure the boys think the film will feature Pamela Lee or some other Baywatch beauty. We can go see the film at a special PTA showing in the library, but I gave that a hardy Pasadena. Don't like to think about sex and those PTA wives at the same time. Last Summer when we went to Reno for a bowling deal, the kids ran up a $35.00 bill on movies in the room. I'm not so sure this one will add a lot. My question, was what was the BIG DEAL about the film in eighth grade. As I recall, the girls watched it in a separate room. As a further safeguard, Chitty turned off all the hot water in the showers, and they canceled the sock hop for that month. They didn't want some hormone crazed eighth grade boys, loose at mid court trying to Dirty Bop. Taylor he had about 40% of the information kinda right, and the rest all really screwed up. Those summer afternoons at the Public Library, reading the medical books, gave new meaning to "a little bit of knowledge is dangerous". I think he was the reason Hyatt's dog "Pepper" was a little twisty. Thanksgiving is coming and so are the relatives, I call it the "six toe show". You know, the best turkey dinners I ever had were those school lunch specials. All of that anticipation and then you plopped down your little ticket, got the plate and ended up sitting on a chair 13" off the ground. I think it was the way all of the foods ran together and mixed with the melting ice cream bar. It wasn't chili and cinnamon rolls. Of course, nothing was a good as Chili and Cinnamon rolls, but it was great. Remember how when we used to go to the basketball games out at Ki-Be or Burbank (to pick up chicks) on Friday night, their "Cafenasium" always smelled like egg salad. My mother never made egg salad for us, we had to have it with white bread at school. Loved that white bread, don't get it any more, Mrs. Osgard says it's not healthy and buys Orowheat. I was all for it, til I found out Orowheat had nothing to do with Oreos. Gonna go check myself out on TNN. We went to a Monster Truck Race that they filmed for Friday Night Thunder. We were in the front row, so look for me. Gonna hear my Hoooo-Hoooo-Hoooo on our surround sound -Frank ********************************** >>From: Judy Ann Gilman (63) I couldn't graduate from Richland High as my family moved me away. I would have been in the class of '63. I went to Jason Lee. I would love to hear from anyone from Jason Lee at that time period. -------------- from a Bomber Guest Book: Date: Thu Nov 19 18:36:15 1998 I loved living in Richland--had a great childhood there attending Jason Lee. Unfortunately, we moved right as I was to go in junior high and I graduated from high school in Portland Oregon. One regret is I lost contact with all my childhood friends. This page is a great idea - so although I am not technically a "bomber" maybe I can find someone who remembers me. I do dream about those spudnuts. I've never found others that tasted so good. I would have been in the bomber class of 1963 had we stayed in Richland. Anyone out there who remembers me? Thanks for making this page. -Judy Ann Gilman (63) ********************************** >>From: Tony Sharpe (63) My Guess: They were all players on Bomber Basketball teams that played in the State Championships and possibly on teams that placed third or higher. The 55 State Champs are there as are the teams from 1962 and 1963 that placed third in state. -Tony Sharpe (63) ********************************** >>From Gary Behymer (64) Reply to Mr. Stein (64). Now, that was a 'swift' statement, Raymond.. And on what street was the high school located? Did I hear someone say LONG? I do believe that we may have come across the 'real truth' about naming Richland streets? -Gary ********************************** >>From: Mary Sullivan (64) WELL Gary - too many people beat me to it (RE: Your question?!!) WE ARE Correct aren't we??? To Ray Stein (64) - NOW that you mention it - yes I am a bit concerned re Street Address "Swift Blvd"! But I also did have to laugh! I wonder -was the Street named before the hospital and the cemetery or after?? Bomber Cheers once again, -Mary Sullivan (64) ********************************** >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) To Ray Stein (64) regarding his statement in today's Sandstorm, "With all the talk about street names in Richland, I wondered if anyone is concerned that the road from the hospital to the cemetery is named 'Swift Blvd.'": That very same question was just asked a few days ago in the TCHerald! To Ralph Myrick (51) regarding his stories about the large sturgeon: My dad's fishing buddy in the late 50's caught and kept a sturgeon 13', which I saw. What a monster! The legal limit at that time was 6', I believe. Now that Blackie has passed on, I guess I can tell his secret. Anyone on Duane or in that area may remember Blackie. I remember that he had a huge wire cage he had built on the back side of his "B" house. The cage contained hundreds of parakeets. Plus he had a pet monkey for years which I remember playing with at his house. -Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ********************************** >>From: Dave Miller (67) Since no one responded to history of Jason Lee here it is. He was a missionary with Spalding and Whitman but was one of the drivers of expansion of the Columbia River and surrounding areas from the Dalles to Walla Walla until the church called him back to defend himself. Bad bookkeeping and allegations made him go back east to respond in 1843. His wife died in childbirth while he was going east but he kept going and was finally exonerated of all charges. He died at age 41 in 1845 without ever seeing the land he had been so instrumental in saving. -Dave Miller (67) ********************************** >>From: Joe Largé (68) To Dick Wight (52): Dear Dick, Did you ever see the names of Patricia Largé, Delores Largé or Dennis Largé on the rosters. Both my brother and sisters were in CAP. I missed out, I went into the Boy Scouts, then into the Columbians Drum and Bugle Corps instead. I missed a golden opportunity! I'd give my eyeteeth to have been able to learn to fly. (I've got ten hours, no solo, and no place to go, and no dough to get there with!) Now that I'm older and wiser, with a family - and you know how that is... and NO MONEY! Isn't that the way things go! ------------------ To Jim Russell (58): Dear Jim, Concerning "Now THAT was Dumb!"... AMEN to That! I think you won the prize on that one! LOLOLOL! -Joe Largé (68) ********************************** >>From: Grace Brennan Onorato (71) I'm trying to find a girl who lived in Richland and would have graduated in 1971 named Karen Sebade. I left Richland in 1968 and lost touch with her in the late 70's. Last I spoke to her she lived in Kennewick, was married to a guy named Don Freeze and had at least one child. I believe her husband died in the late 70's and that's when she moved. She had an older sister named Sherry (or Cheryl), a younger sister and a younger brother. If anyone knows how to reach her I would really like to know. Thanks much. -Grace Brennan Onorato (71) ********************************** >>From: Richard Spitaleri (71) Rod Collins (67) asked: "Anyone remember Mr. Chitty's first three rules of golf": Answer: Keep your head down, keep your head down, and keep your head down -Richard Spitaleri (71) ********************************** >>From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) To Rod Collins (67): I remember you. I lived down around the corner on Benham. Your family had the smoothest drive way... for roller skating that is. My little sister Karen and I would roller skate up and down Atkins and detour into your drive way. Skating in front of the Copelands drive way was hazardous, as there were rocks from their drive way on the side walk. And there was a big blob of cement on the side walk in front of David Hill's house. So, your place was the best. Didn't you get to shake President Kennedy's hand when he came to Hanford? At least that's what I was told. I remember those days like they were yesterday. I can still see Carl Beyers working on his car. I remember the Bush's, too who lived in the "F" house across the street from you. I remember a day that all the kids in the neighborhood were out on Atkins, with their bikes, trikes, roller skates, what ever they had. It was like a big parade. I remember Gary Bush [66] walking on his stilts. In fact, someone told me that Gary could walk on his stilts backwards with a sack over his head. If you're reading this, Gary, is this the truth or one of those things older kids make up to tell the younger kids? And David Hill [66], nicest kid in the world. We had a pretty nice neighborhood. -Susy Rathjen Whitney '71 ********************************** >>From: Greg Sletager (72) Does anyone remember that on Halloween someone would put the delivery truck up on the roof of the pharmacy out on GWay? This apparent prank happened for several years in a row in the late 60's and early 70's. Someone please tell me they also saw this so I don't have to wonder about why I think it happened. ;) -Greg Sletager (72) ********************************** >>From: Carolyn Polentz Burnham (74) Hi Gary - not all the names listed in your test were players least one I remember was the coach during the '70s, Frank Teverbaugh. How many people from the '70s remember the "bleacher bums"? They were the bench warmers who put together choreographed routines to keep themselves (and the fans) entertained during many games! I think they finally got into trouble because it got to the point where we were all watching the bench waiting to see the next "routine" instead of focusing on the game. I think many of us didn't realize at the time how lucky we were to have such a basketball dynasty during our era. I remember regional tournaments in Spokane - we all stayed at either the Ridpath or the Davenport Hotel and there were quite a few stories to tell when we got back to school the following week. The hotel personnel probably hated those weekends - being over- run with teenagers can't have been good for business. It was the first experience with liquor for a lot of students, and not all the rooms were left in the same condition in which they were found! I believe at one point all the hotels (and maybe the school?) required letters of permission from our parents before we could get a room. Anyone out there from the '70s care to share? -Carolyn Polentz Burnham, Class of '74 ********************************** >>From: Rhonda Miller Williams (78) Re. Rich White's (Class of '83) comment that he remembers a biology teacher being killed while he was at RHS, but couldn't remember her name: She was Judy Scott, killed in an avalanche while up skiing or hiking. I don't believe she could've been much older than 30 (if that) or so when she had the accident, but I don't recall for certain. I remember having her for biology my sophomore year (1975-76), when she was a very new teacher. Her youth and enthusiasm for the subject did a lot to get and hold my interest, in spite of it not being one of my "faves," and I remember her fondly. Another favorite was Mr. LaBreque, who taught the most interesting world history class I ever could've imagined, complete with slides gathered from his own travels, which had taken him literally around the world. I was able to take a trip to Europe immediately following graduation, and found all the guided tours immensely fascinating, all the more so for having just been exposed to a teacher who taught not only the history we were required to learn, but the actual sights, sounds, flavors and colors of the times and places we were studying. I sang in the Swing Choir all three years of high school, so Ted Baer was an obvious, big influence. He was a thoroughly beloved music teacher, who set high goals and standards for all of us. Besides providing us with a widely varied, challenging array of music to tackle, he also looked for as many performance and competitive opportunities for us as he could manage, sometimes requiring us to travel to various places throughout the Northwest. But best of all, the sense of belonging he imbued in all of us, the bond we felt as a group and the genuine love we had for each other -- that was a direct result of the way he cared for us all. My life and times in the Col High music department were the best part of my high school career. And of course I shared many of the teachers familiar to us all: Mr. Cole for typing; Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Davis and Ms. Korpi for English; Mr. Haney for history; Mr. Greenough for government (a legend unto himself, if I may say!); Mr. Allen as our drama coach (I was in two plays my soph. year, but chose an after- school job as soon as I was old enough to get one -- couldn't manage all the rehearsal time after that!) and Senor Lujan for Espanol, all three years! We had some terrific teachers, didn't we folks?! I don't write in often, so while I'm tripping down memory lane regarding teachers, I'll just include a list of the most memorable teachers from my years at Chief Jo, 1972-1975: Mrs. Kiel, our terrific homeroom teacher when we were scared little seventh graders, teaching and mothering us as needed. Mrs. Bishop, who actually stomped a mouse to death during our seventh grade math class -- we NEVER messed with her much after that!! Ms. Boatman, the PE teacher who scoffed at our alarm at the prospect of actually getting NAKED and showering after every gym class (not to mention those fabulous, blue one-piece monkey suits we gals used to be forced to wear -- I was about 5'7" tall and maybe 100 lbs by 7th/8th grade; let me tell ya, folks, it was a thrice weekly exercise in humility and motification.... Thank God they let us wear our street clothes when we danced in PE!!) Ms. Boswell, the always smiling, always pleasant English teacher half of our eighth grade homeroom, even when we pushed her to the absolute LIMITS! Mr. Frank Flynn, the History-teaching half of our eighth grade homeroom, who trained us all to respond to his daily, "Good Morning Class!" with a resounding, loud "GOOD MORNING MR. FLYNNN!!!" (big smiles, say it with attitude class.....!) He also had a police officer come to class to show us the most horrific, gruesome accident victim photos I've ever seen, even to this day. Scary stuff! Mr. Beeson, my eighth grade math teacher, who tried to teach all us cretons the true magnitude of 1,000,000 by initiating a drive for us to collect A MILLION bottle caps....Anyone else remembering pestering their families, moms in particular, to save, save, SAVE those bottle caps...? We didn't make the million mark, but we did collect an astonishing number of caps, which were dumped and displayed in the glass case across from the auditorium. Ms. Ford, the groovy, beautiful arts and crafts teacher --I think the arts and crafts program got quite an influx of boys once she started teaching the subject! I think she's the one who inspired the "blacklight" soc hops we used to have, with the gym decorated with all our blacklight posters from art class, and selected students all painted up and dancing on tables -- completely dark except the the weird, bluish glow of the blacklights -- man, were we cool or what?! Ms. McLaughlin, our English teacher who conducted a romance with a Richland Police Officer (whom she later married) during the better part of our ninth grade year. He would cruise by in his patrol car and they would make goo-goo eyes at each other out the second floor window of our classroom. (Patty: I think I've seen your name here as a reader/contributor -- did you know some of us actually remembered that....? I remember that we all thought it TERRIBLY romantic....!) Mr. Schleer, the government teacher, who was prone not only to lecturing his classes on the evils of over-population, but to placing students out in the hall for entire classes if they disagreed or talked back to him. His temper was legendary; he would actually hurl things at students when he really blew his stack, most notably, a stapler! Mr. Barnard, the algebra teacher: who could ever forget his "Ethiopian critters"...?! Not to mention his practice of deducting points from your test score for any homework not turned in, thus rendering it actually possible to get a NEGATIVE test score! Of course, I only HEARD that; that never happened to me..... nope, I swear! I remember Herschel Griggs when he was still teaching, though he moved into a Counselor's position during my time there. (Isn't he the principal now? -- not sure!) Henry Yonce was the principal, a friendly, gentle man, who somehow seemed to know all of our names. And, if you went to Chief Jo in the mid-70's you had the double-threat combination of Mr. Piipo for Health and Mrs. Sherard for Science, which we alternated between on the days we didn't have PE. "Toivo" -- boy, you might've thought about laughing about that name like, maybe, ONCE.... Then, you found out that he was somewhere near the scariest man who ever taught a class, and all thoughts in that direction would vanish immediately! Of course, once you got over your fear of him, you found out that he was a terrific teacher, who just happened to have a most unusual way of conducting his classes, not to mention a really STRANGE sense of humor. Some classics included: While screening a particularly gory film depicting some kind of surgery, warning the front row to, "Get back! The blood's gonna splash outta the screen; splash all over ya! Gonna get blood on your feet if ya don't get back....!" And absolutely skewering quite a few students with his "See that golf ball.....?!" routine. (I won't describe it; you'll remember it well enough if you ever saw him do it!) And handling a student who wouldn't quit talking during class (Mark Bowling, are you out there....?) by plunking an over-sized model of a human ear down on his desk, gruffly saying, "Ya wanna talk? Talk to this!!!" I respected the man, as I think everyone who ever met him probably did, but wow! I was a quiet kid, and he scared the bejeesus out of me! What can you say about Mrs. Sherard? In the interest of kindness, I won't relate the nickname we gave her here, but she was a never-ending source of amusement to us. She was very much an absent-minded professor, to say the least. Remember how we would have an abbreviated class schedule on assembly days? She would sometimes spend almost an entire (shortened) class, just looking for the piece of paper that listed the adjusted class times. She would spend almost just as long looking for her glasses, which were right on top of her head! (Yes, I know we could have told her, but that's not point!!) By ninth grade, I had figured out that, if we were doing an activity that required us to be up out of our seats, all I had to do is be present for role-call, then I could cut out of class and she would never even notice! None of this intended with any malice -- she's another one I remember fondly. Gotta love 'er! I won't go any further down memory lane for today, though I could probably come up with an equally long list of memorable grade school teachers from my years at Jefferson (Mr. Myrick and Mr. Nussbaum were a couple of true stand-outs there). I'd love to hear whether anyone shares some of the teacher memories I've listed! Regards, -Rhonda Miller Williams (78) ********************************** >>From: Yvonne Jones Taylor (84) aka Kathy Jones On the subject of street names - It is the only place I know of where you can stand on the corner of Birch Street and Tinkle... and not get arrested for it! -Yvonne Jones Taylor (84) ********************************** >>From: Amanda J "Mandy" Holmes (97) RE: Younger generation Bomber Just thought I'd drop a line to everyone and say that the younger generation does care. That Sandstorm effort was not from my year, but I know all of the people involved in that. We do know what's going on and while things have changed, much remains the same at RHS. I grew up green and gold and while I wear the white and blue of BYU, I still think green and gold every so often. . . Amazing what connections alma maters give, though. Keep the faith, smile, and keep in touch with those you love. -Mandy, class of '97 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/21/98 *********************** 7 Bombers sent stuff in: Grover Shegrud (56), Bill Johnson (61), Carol Brown (62), Jim House (63), Marianne Matthews (63), Mick Hemphill (66), Rich White (83) ********************************** >>From: Grover Shegrud (56) The basketball list reminded me of a related story. About 1953-54 a family moved in next door to us (1320 Stevens Dr.) when we saw the boy; Lonnie Whitner! [55] Everybody said "WOW!! A super basket ball player for for Col Hi". He was 6'1" as tall or taller than than the rest of the team. One small problem he had just come from Cuba and had no basketball experience the coach and team didn't let that small problem get in the way. Anyway that's the way I remember it. Later a story about Lonnie's purple car. One time Leroy Ritter [56], Jon Veigel [56], myself and others took a hose (irrigation type); turned it on and stuck it into the grass making a large bubble. We would run and jump on it for quite a while (I think we had invented the water bed but didn't know it). That's it for now. -Grover Shegrud (56) ********************************** >>From: Bill Johnson (61) To Barbara Chandler (57): Barbara: You win. That's exactly the answer I was looking for. Her actions were so outrageous. I can almost close my eyes and see her hand coming out of her sleeve and snagging her bra strap. Most of the time when she did this, she exposed more of her bra in the front of her dress and to say the least, we all snickered about it. I agree though she was not only an extremely smart woman but she genuinely a sweet person and I for one liked her very much. I even remember what "c6h12o6 " is.----Sugar. To Tom Matthews [57]: Not too many pictures, Tom, but yes I do have access to all of his negatives and as we speak am working on building a dark room so that I can do something with some of them in the future. Upon his passing I acquired most of his darkroom equipment and with the things he taught me and my experience at battelle photo labs, I hope to be able to go through them sometime in the future. -Bill Johnson (61) ********************************** >>From: Carol Brown Westphal (62) from a Bomber guest book: Date: Fri Nov 20 20:58:53 1998 I would love to hear from some of my old friends from the class of 1962. I have lost track of all of you. I now live in Virginia. Write to me. -Carol Brown Westphal (62) ********************************** >>From: Jim House (63) Ray Stein's (64) reference of "Swift" from the hospital to the cemetery brought back on of my favorite treks in high school. I frequently followed Tinkle from my house to Sue's. OK Bombers, who was Tinkle? Was Rodney Allen Tinkle a Hanford scientist or an Army officer? -Jim House (63) ********************************** >>From: Marianne Matthews Wood (63) Anyone remember Mr. Morris' government class about 1962 or 63 when he came in late every day so we decided to rebel and when he didn't show up for class, we left, most of us, I think, and went down to those practice tennis backwalls and stood around until, until, until, darn, can't remember how we got back up to class. I just know, we complained to the principal that he was always late and none of us got into trouble for that but when we did get back into the classroom, Morris was pretty mad, I moved my desk ever so slightly, (I swear that's all) and he kicked me out of class. I spent the next week's lunchtime in the principal's office. I did skip school one day in my senior year but none of my friends would come with me. I got away with it but it was boring by myself! -Marianne Matthews Wood (63) ********************************** >>From: Mick Hemphill (66) RE: Reflections Hi Gary & Maren: Like everyone else, I look forward to my daily "sandstorm" vitamin. Thanks again for all the hard work. Remembering the past few days and wanted to add my 2 cents. Do you former Lewis and Clark students remember the fish tank in the library wall? I don't know if our dad installed it, but he maintained it and kept it stocked with fish until around 1968? Dad would take Tom (62) and me with him on occasion to do the maintenance and I remember how neat it was to be in the school after hours. The pas-port plunge? I remember swimming there one time before it was demolished; I couldn't climb the rope to the dive platform to show off for the girls... embarrassing. Safety prizes given to our parents from G.E.; I still have a pair of binoculars that Dad received in the 60's. Ron Sledge (65) talked about hunting trips; I agree that Gregory (Dan-66) and Deery (Ken-66) were the most successful of anyone I knew. Also Ron spoke of a Vespa ride to Mesa; Ron Griswold (66) and I took a trip to Yakima on my Honda 160 late one summer night in a fog (not weather related)..... no helmets, cut-offs and T- shirts, LOTS of bugs, and cold. I still don't know what our reason was, but we laugh about it every time we see each other. Someone from the class of '59 was asking about Jack Rucker; he lives in Richland on [number deleted] Goethals. I used to pester the poop out of him as a kid; he had a 500 Triumph Motorcycle and would take me for rides often. Their house was my second home. Go Bombers.............. -Mick Hemphill (66) ********************************** >>From: Rich White (83) Several people have mentioned Mr. Cole as their typing teacher, so I just have to share my one vivid memory of him. His favorite way to stand while he taught was to plant one foot firmly on the top of one of the desks. This used to amuse me because it looked rather uncomfortable given the height of the desks. One morning, however, Mr. Cole had the universal experience that every guy has at least once in his life ... "your fly's open!". Well, you can just imagine when he struck his favorite pose in front of the class, that the barn door swung WIIIIDE open and we all got a nice look at his nice white underwear. Of course, being kids, none of us dared say anything, but I'm sure Mr. Cole wondered why his whole class seemed to be smiling so early in the morning (zero hour) when we were usually half asleep. I swear he must have stood there for 10 minutes lecturing about who knows what with that huge gaping hole in his pants! I never did care much for typing class (maybe it was getting up so early). However, as a software engineer, typing is the one skill I use every day of my working life! -Rich White, '83 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/22/98 *********************** 6 Bombers and one Col Hi Teacher sent stuff in: Mr. Hubbard (61 - 75), Kay Mitchell (52), Janet Judd (58), Sandra Woods (61), Mina Joe Gerry (68), Rick Polk (70), Sherri Fisher (74) ********************************** >>From: Mr. Hubbard, Col Hi Chemistry Teacher (61 - '75) RE: Where I Was When JFK Was Killed I have been lurking around reading and enjoying the Col-Hi memories. I saw the letter from Lori Simpson Hogan [70] where she says that she was lining up after lunch at Lewis and Clark when JFK's assassination was announced. She said that she got to go home for the rest of the day. I think we kept going at Col-Hi, but maybe we had the next day off. Am not sure. Anyway, I was teaching my Chemistry Class. The 4th period was just starting and Gary Downing came to class and announced that JFK had been shot. I don't remember the rest of the details, but, knowing me, we probably just went on with the class! I was pretty serious about staying on schedule - probably too serious, but I really enjoyed teaching at Col-Hi. I always said that I already had the best job in the best high school in the state, so there was no room for advancement. I was lucky because I always had the best kids in school, at least I thought they were. I eventually was lured away to the "area" where I managed the Environmental Laboratory in the 200 Area. Later, I had the nuclear materials accounting group (My top-secret nuclear materials inventory can now be found on the web). I ended up with Boeing Computer Services 15 years later as "New Products Manager." I'm still in Richland, and my wife, Donna, is still teaching. She is a Bulldog! I am retired from real working, but I am doing network marketing in high-tech health products and cut-rate long distance phone services. -Vic Hubbard, Teacher Col-Hi 1961-1975 ********************************** >>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52) Dick Wight's [52] CAP escapades bring back many memories for me of the old airfield along the Yakima River. My dad, Art Mitchell, was the commander of the squadron for several years. During that time I "enlisted" in the cadet program and was an eager candidate for flying lessons, which my mother quickly kaboshed. She never did know how much flying I did without her permission!! I took Walt LePage's aeronautics class and was prepared to take the actual flying lessons the day I turned 18!! That didn't happen, but I still love flying and airplanes. Joseph Largé [68] - I do not recall your siblings in CAP, but I do know your brother Bill. He and I were in grade school together. We put on a play in about the 7th or 8th grade at old Sacy. He was the bull fighter and I was the senorita!! I have a great picture of us "on stage"! I remember you also, but you were just a little guy and I was married and had two children. We lived at 1108 Cedar when my son, Jay, lost his bull snake. The whole neighborhood was in panic mode, as this was a very large snake. You were the one that found it and returned it to Jay, who promptly had his dad drive him out to the desert and deposit the snake (affectionately known as Old Bull) back where he came from. As to Miss Meacum - the thing I remember about her most has to do with her unruly bra straps. They were forever around her elbows and she spent much of the class time putting them back in their proper place. The other thing I will NEVER forget are her nylon stockings that always had BIG - VERY BIG runners in them!!! -Kay Mitchell Coates ********************************** >>From: Janet Judd Clement (58) I'm a former Richland High School classmate - class of 1958. My maiden name is Janet Lee Judd. My E mail address is [deleted for privacy]. I've just gotten a home computer so let's communicate. -Janet ********************************** >>From: Sandra Woods Crabtree (61) Hi......... I graduated from Col Hi in 1961. I live out here in Ohio and am dying to hear news from Richland. Also looking for Colleen Olson [61]. Help?? -Sandra Woods Crabtree ********************************** >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) I just read the brief biography of Jason Lee and appreciated it. When I was visiting Washington D.C. earlier this month, I was able to take a tour of the Capitol Building. In the Hall where the first congress met are statues from the fifty states. According to the tour guide, each state was invited to put two statues, either bronze or marble, of people who were of historical importance to that state. Oregon contributed a statue of Jason Lee, pioneer, so despite what his parent church may have thought, the Oregon people thought he deserved to be honored. Other "local" statues include Marcus Whitman and John McLoughlin. I could go on and on about visiting D.C. I am a historical (hysterical) museum junkie and have spent days wandering in several of the Smithsonian buildings. I figure it will take me at least 3 more visits to hit all of them. Anyway, I found the fabled Bomber T-shirt in the Smithsonian American History Museum. I scanned and forwarded the pictures to Maren and she will let us all know when they are viewable. -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) --------- [Mina Jo -- look for a link on the ALL Bomber Alumni Links site - Maren] ********************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) What happened to all those Class of 70 folks? There's got to be more of us out there somewhere. What's Mr. Schauer up to these days? I had him for Geometry and I remember him fondly. He kept me from getting suspended from school my Junior year. : ) I see Mike (Hogan), Don (Foss), Jim (Qualheim) and others from time to time, but there's got to be more of us in the Tri-Cities... or did they all leave? Mike (Franco)... your reference to my basketball days at RHS... that was a "jump" shot... not a "set" shot. I just didn't "jump" too high. I was the early edition of Larry Bird... a slow, white guy that couldn't jump. If I could change anything about my High School days, what would it be? I would have have stuck with school sports and left the girls alone. That's a good question to put out there. What would you change from your High School days IF you could go back? Any of the old Sacajawea Elementary gang out there? (from when the school was on Williams). What ever happened to the statue of Sacajawea that sat in the front entrance? Is it at the newer Sacy? One more question and I'll shut up. Any Class of 70 alumni do any military time after graduation? I was Army from '74 to '84.... just curious. GO BOMBERS -Rick Polk (70) ********************************** >>From: Sherri Fisher (74) Ok OK OK You all are forcing me to think waaay back. So how about those school carnivals at Lewis and Clark. I remember all the class rooms and the gym had booths. The absolute best was the cake walk! They played music while everyone walked around a group of chairs. When the music stopped you had to sit down in a chair. Only there weren't enough and who ever didn't get a chair was out. After numerous trips it got down to one chair and 2 people. What a riot. The winner got a homemade cake!! That was my favorite. I remember throwing darts at balloons for a prize but nothing about the other booths. Any help here? Was this a halloween thing? Regards, -Sherri Fisher (74) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/23/98 ************************** 9 Bombers sent stuff in: Ralph Myrick (51), Ken Heminger (56), Gary Behymer (64), Kipp Quinlan (64), Chuck Monasmith (65), Patti Snider (65), Mike Franco (70), Rick Polk (70), Maggie Gilstrap (74) ********************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) I don't know how many of the Bombers remember Ray and Miriam French. If you have lived in the area you probably picked cherries, peaches, or apples on their farm on Keene Rd. My wife and I had breakfast with them this morning after church. They are two of the finest people I know. For you that may have known Ray, he has had a five by-pass heart operation, has had two strokes, and has had both knees replaced. Ray and I were playing golf up until this year when he was advised to not play any more because of the stress that is put on his knees so he has started to bowl with the senior league on Tuesdays and Fridays in Richland. What a guy! Some of you that graduated in the 70's probably knew his son Raymond. Robin, his second son graduated late 70's, I think and his third son, Tom, was a Hanford graduate. Anyone that would like to send a message to them, I will be more than happy to deliver it. -Ralph Myrick (51) ********************************** >>From: Ken Heminger (56) Many have talked about CAP. I would like to add my 2 cents worth. I'm trying to remember when I did join, 51? 52? . Maybe after I relate what I remember someone will be able to narrow it down. Ok, how many of you CAP guys out there remember the old Sterman (sp?) Bi- plane that sat out front of the meeting bldg. as you came down the road. I remember we would go out there and sit in it and let our imaginations run wild. The crank was still there to get it started and we would crank it getting that old fly wheel a humming. I can't remember if it would actually turn over or not. Great fun though. How about the link trainer that hardly ever worked. I had the privilege one time to sit at the controls when it was working. I was so intent on watching the heading that I forgot about the altitude and crashed. That was the signal for the next guy in line to get in. We also had a drill team. I remember going out to the field for marching practice . We even did a lot of monkey drill. I remember we would go to competition with other CAP outfits but as I remember we never got very far. I remember one Frontier Day we marched in the parade. After that we came back to the field and those that had planes took us up for a ride. I rode with a guy that had a Stinson Voyager. He flew over my house in what is now West Richland but as luck would have it no one was outside to see me. Later I heard the guy with the Stinson wondered over the restricted Hanford area. He was met by a Piper Cub. The guy in the Piper Cub dropped the door and it had a "Follow Me" painted on the inside of the door. The guy in the Stinson figured that he could out run the Piper Cub and gunned it. The Piper promptly pulled up along side again only this time he had a machine gun pointed at him with one hand and with the other he was pointing to the "Follow me" sign. He decided to follow. I don't remember what became of it. Was it true?, damifiknow, made a good story at the time... -Ken Heminger (56) ********************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) It's sad to say but the Sacajawea statue was given away. It can be seen at Sacajawea State Park. When the new Sacy was built, a few years ago, the new school asked for it back, only to be told NO. This information was asked by Jamie Worley (64) over a year ago and was answered by Allen Quinton Moulthrop (64) who is a teacher/adivisor at Chief Jo. (He once taught at the new Sacy.) -Gary Behymer (64) ********************************** >>From: Kipp Quinlan Schmidt (64) To: Bill Johnson (61): Bill - Miss (or Dr.) Mecum was famous for a 'slipped slip' and trying to pull it up when she finally noticed or someone brought it to her attention. At least not as bad as the lady science teacher at Chief Jo who would get behind the lab desk in the afternoon and 'wiggle' out of her girdle. Unrelated - Remember the "Mad Turk Intersection? -Kipp Quinlan Schmidt (64) ********************************** >>From: Chuck Monasmith (65) RE: VHubbard, Kennedy Day Nice to hear you are still around. I have this hang up about calling you, Vic. You are still Mr. Hubbard! Old habits etc. I was in your 4th period Chemistry class on that fateful day. I remember Mr. Frankhausers class in the next room. He was so upset he went home. His 4th period class joined us for the rest of that period Your class carried on. A lesson all its own. I did learn a lot in your class. Despite the grade you gave me, which I knew I deserved by the way. What I learned was about experimenting proving hypothesis. A good concept. Now that I am an electrical engineer I realize the value of empirical data. A good lesson. Although, I do have to say this; I would know a lot more about chemistry today if you had been teaching chemistry instead of that @#$% Chems program. Hope you enjoy your life of leisure. One concluding thought; Richland had more than their share of Phd's. These Phd's influenced the school board and I feel had an impact on the teacher selection. When I talk to graduates of other high schools I realize the high caliber of teachers we had in Richland. Well OK, some of them. While we did have Hubbard, Meachum, Abbott, Gentle, Blankenship, Miss Brown and Miss Larson. We also had a less than adequate German teacher. Verstehen Sie? -Chuck Monasmith (65) ********************************** >>From: Patti Snider Miller (65) In reference to Mr. Hubbard on what Col Hi did when JFK was shot. I remember I was in a history class and Mr. Blankenship was the teacher. We were all in shock... but class did resume. I don't recall not having school the next day. Anyone else know? -Patti Snider Miller (65) -------------- [Patti--JFK was assinated on a Friday. -Maren] ********************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) To Rick Polk (70): Really???? That was a jumper? Well to answer your question, a lot of 70's era Bombers are still in the area, Amacker, Sinclair, Georgeous George Dana... on and on... so, Thanksgiving is upon us and a lot of us out of town Bombers will be heading back for the long weekend... anyone interested in an informal Town Crier session Friday evening after Thanksgiving???? Please respond. I will probably show up around 7:30 with or without others... would like to see all... as far as what I would have done different during my Bomber years, I suppose I would have or could have studied more seriously (or at all!) but then again that might have cut into a lot of REALLY important things I DID do!!!!!! Happy Turkey Day to all!!!!!!!!! -Mike Franco (70) ********************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) Great to hear from Mr. Hubbard. I had him for Chemistry in 68-69, my Junior year. Great question: Where were you when you heard about President Kennedy being shot? I remember it vividly, because he was shot on my Birthday... November 22nd. I was in Mr. Galagher's 6th grade class at Sacajawea Elementary (on Williams). They announced the shooting over the overheard paging system. We all sat there stunned, then some of us started crying, including me. A few minutes later, they announced that school was dismissed and they sent us all home. I remember that I just picked up my books and walked on home, I don't remember doing anything else that day. My Mom and I had a good cry and I thought to myself, why did this have to happen and especially why on my Birthday? My Mom saved all the TC Heralds for the next 2 weeks. She still has them to this day. That's one Birthday I'll never forget. -Rick Polk (Class of 70) ********************************** >>From: Margaret Gilstrap O'Hara (74) Sherri Fisher brought back many memories. The cake walk was my favorite also. The general store was second. They also had the fishing booth, the pie walk, and the duck pond. Back then you could get 20 tickets for a dollar. What great fun. A couple of Bombers have brought up Mr. Greenough. I remember being terrified of the thought of having to be in his class. I stuttered and he did quite a bit of speech things in his class. Sure enough, second semester senior year I had his class. I of course sat as far away from his desk as I could to not be noticed or called upon to speak. The first week of his class I was sick one day. I lived on my own so I did not have a parent's note to get back in school. Because of this I had to carry a pink slip to be signed by the teachers. Every school day for a week I carried a pink slip. Mr. Greenough, the first four days would roll his eyes when he signed my slip. On the fifth day he sent me to my desk with out signing it. I was terrified that I was going to be kicked out. Half way through the hour he asked me - as only he could in front of the class - why I could not remember to have my parents write a note. I explained stuttering, I am sure, that I lived on my own and, therefore, couldn't have my parents sign my slip. He thought at first I was pulling his leg. I assured him quickly that I worked full time at night and went to school during the day, but that I did live by myself and paid all my own bills. He then told me to follow him to the office. I thought this is it I am going to get kicked out of school. Not a word was said on the way to the office. When we arrived he went straight to the principal and informed him that I did not live at home and from this day on when I needed a note he would write it. I was stunned. I know more was said but I was so surprised I didn't hear it. On the way back to class he told me if I ever needed anything to call him, at home if I had to. The rest of the school year he kept an eye on me and my grades in all my classes I am sure. I believe he was as proud as any parent when I graduated. All the fears I had about him were for naught. What a great teacher. - Margaret Gilstrap O'Hara (74) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/24/98 ************************ 11 Bombers sent stuff in: Ralph Myrick (51), Steve Carson (58), Denny Smith (63), Gary Behymer (64), Mary Sullivan (64), Teresa DeVine (64), David Rivers (65), Ron Sledge (65), Cathy Weihermiller (66), John Wingfield (66), Mike Cook (70) ********************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Helen Burns Nash [P.E. Teacher at Col Hi] wanted me to send this invitation to all those who remember or to all those who just want to get it on! Remember when the sophomore boys and girls physical education classes at Richland H.S./nee Col-Hi merged and had two weeks of social dancing classes? You may have learned to waltz to "Moon River" or do the fox trot or cha-cha and swing. Helen Burns Nash, Fran Rish, Bob Pritchard, Gerva Hughs, Diane Anderson and Max Jensen were a few of our faithful instructors. Now, if your are still in the area, or out of the area, you can return to the old girls gym at RHS and practice all of those fancy steps and help raise funds for the new Richland Senior Center. The seniors are cosponsoring this dance with RHS Key Club and HHS Key Club members. A great l8 piece swing band, lead by Larry Bunch [66] will play. It is going to be a fun time so come join us on Sunday, Nov. 29, 1998, from 1:00pm to 4:00pm Refreshments will be served Cost: $3.00 per person. SEE YOU THERE -Ralph Myrick (51) ********************************** >>From: Steve Carson (58) I have to admit my surprise at finding CAP in the Sandstorm. I joined CAP in 1954 and would have to credit Major Florence (Shorty) Moeller for a wonderful experience. We had as many as 60 Cadets in those years and in 57 our drill team won the state competition at Yakima and placed in the regional competition in Los Angeles. The Air Force sent a C119 to Pasco to fly us to competition. In those years Hawaii won the Nationals three years in a row. Also in 57 Rodney Payton and I won the International Aviation Cadet Exchange. Rodney went to England and I spent the summer in the Netherlands. Great Memories. We always went to Spokane for the Lilac Festival and stayed at the BOQ at Geiger or Fairchild. We sent Cadets from our Squadron to the Jet Orientation School in Texas, on a B-36 mission and to summer encampment every year. Search and Rescue missions as an observer turned out to be more boring that you could imagine. One year at McCord the encampment was dedicated to earning the Certificate of Proficiency, which was recognized by the Air Force and if you enlisted, your Airman First Class stripe before you entered basic. Fred Klute, Jerry Sybertz, Carol Carson, Daryl Berry and many more had a great experience in the CAP. -Steve Carson (58) ********************************** >>From: Denny Smith (63) Hi Maren, Well, I've been tuning in to the Virtual Sandstorm since the beginning without adding my two cents worth (maybe that's too high) of nostalgia, but I have finally gotten the time and energy to sit down and type out my thoughts. First, thanks to Maren and Gary for putting this together and keeping it going. Its got to be a lot of work, but the value of the memories it has retrieved is immeasurable. There were many Smith families in Richland but ours was the only one on the 1300 block of Cedar, at least during the 50’s and 60’s. We moved there from Kennewick in the winter of 1954 during a snowstorm. I remember it well because the first meeting of the neighbor kids was a snowball fight with my older brother (Stan, ’62) and I against the whole neighborhood (at least it felt that way). The Ott’s, Don and Jim, and Joey Courtney lived across the street, and Jim Weaver lived next door. Nice welcome. Things got better, and our house became the block football, basketball court. For a while Greg Griffen lived next door, so we played many hours of Cowboys and Indians Many of the old families are still on the block - Mrs. Poynor, the Werners, my Dad, Weavers, Kelly’s, and Beardsleys. My younger brothers, Dave (68) and Ron (69) were in a different generation than us. It's amazing how much difference 5 years makes when you're young. During our stay in Kennewick while waiting for a house to open up, we lived in a small block house on W. Grand Rhonde near where the new dike was being built on the Columbia River. The old building was still there (it's a construction office now) when I visited this Summer, but it's hard to imagine a family of six living there. My father would take us over to watch the construction, and I got my first lessons about the big construction rigs. Yes, Maren, I was a Spading kid starting in third grade. Thanks for the pictures. I still remember being in love with Mrs. Foust in 4th grade. Her husband, Frosty, was my baseball coach one year, so I had to play my cards pretty straight. I also remember I also had a very nice lady for sixth grade who taught us some Spanish. Does anyone remember the sixth grade teacher who would grab the disobedient boys by their sideburns to get their attention? Some of us cut ours short so that he couldn't get a hold on them, but he just grabbed an ear instead. I mentioned baseball. I played for NBC in the Columbia Little League, with Mr. Lukens as coach. His son, Doug [62], was my idol, a great pitcher and a nice kid. Stan played on Lukens’ teams through American Legion ball. Needless to say, I think that Mr. Lukens was the best baseball coach in the area; an Art Dewald of recreational baseball. Denny Damschen [62] and Jack Gardiner [61] mentioned the teams that went to the World Series (Colt League and American Legion) and I believe that Mr. Lukens was the coach of those teams. Does anyone remember the irrigation canal that flowed through Richland? It crossed Torbet and Tinkle and ran behind the houses facing Sacramento. I don't know where it went from there, but I remember it again by the high school. It was demolished in 56 or 57 and houses built (the Wiitala’s and Houses’ were built on the old right-of-way). There was another one the flowed along above the riding academy and paralleled the bypass hiway, but it never had water in it during my time. What about the houses? What letter did the Ranch houses have? Why did some of the houses have basements and some not? The Ranch houses had slab floors. This is getting too long-winded, so I’ll just mention a few other memories: Hunting for ground squirrels with bow and arrow; and riding the horses from the riding academy (free, of course). The Colyak Bow club that we belonged to is still there I believe. Spending most of our waking hours across the bypass highway; eating mulberries, and coming home stained purple from head to foot. Anyone remember the air raid sirens? One of the pillars that supported them is still near the bypass hiway north of Swift. Carp hunting with bows in the swamps below the bypass highway. Fishing for white fish in the Yakima in the winter and freezing our "you know whats" off. (We "raised" our own maggots and kept them in the refrigerator, much to our Mom's chagrin). Poaching (whoops, hunting) ducks on the ponds and swamps by the Yakima. Most of the messages I have read referred to the South end, but we hunted the area from the West Richland bridge to about Dupertail. Drag racing below the "Rose Bowl" through the Russian Olive trees. That's why the ‘54 Chevy I drove looked the way it did. Why were all those trees planted? Maybe to test our allergic reaction? Going to the Potholes lakes the day before opening day and starting to fish at midnight. Floating the Yakima from Twin Bridges and coming home smelling like a cesspool. Making "zip guns" out of metal pipe and shooting marbles with fire crackers as the propellant. Delivering "The Oregonian" in fifth and sixth grade. Our route was the entire City and we had only 40 customers. We walked the route when it snowed, and it took us 3 hours. Down Cottonwood to Dupertail, down the "hill" to the South end, Delivered to the Men's and Women's dorms, across to Hains and Hunt, and back up Van Geisen or Williams. Stupid stuff - as if some of the above wasn't stupid enough: Turning on your water hose and using it to bore a hole in your yard. Of course, the hose sucked it's way into the ground very easily, and it was fun to watch. Until you tried to pull it back out. Then you knew you were in trouble when Dad got home unless you could retrieve it. Several (yes, we tried it more than once) of our hoses became shorter due to this "scientific curiosity". Enough for now. -Dennis Smith (63) ********************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Answer for Patti Snider Miller (65) President Kennedy was killed on Friday, November 22nd, 1963. No, we did not go to school the next day. --------------- Searching for grade school teacher from Sacajawea who's name was Galagher. I am not 100% sure about the spelling of this last name. First name 'may' be Ken? He started teaching in about 1957? Was still teaching there in 1963 when 'Slo-Polk' was there. Any Sacy people know where he is? -Gary Behymer (64) ********************************** >>From: Mary Sullivan (64) Well, it's "Turkey Time" again! I had a few questions -- and a few I can actually answer!! What did everyone do before TV arrived in our homes and we couldn't watch Football?? Anyone care to share???? At the Sullivan household after giving Thanks (everyone was too "full" it seems) so our Mother did most of the "cleanup" -- We headed anxiously to the radio for the FIRST EPISODE OF "THE CINNAMON BEAR"!! Ah -- I can hear Judy and Jimmy already!! And of course the day AFTER Thanksgiving -- we all strolled down to CC Anderson's and waited - and waited and waited in line just to see Santa and give him all our "greedy" desires! And walked away with what I always remember as the BIGGEST CANDY CANE I'd ever seen!! If I don't get onlin before Thursday -- I want to wish ALL BOMBERS (and families) A very Happy and Healthy Thanksgiving!! And a special Thanks to Gary and Maren for "how far" you have taken us down this wonderful memory lane!!! Bomber Cheers always, - Mary Sullivan (64) ********************************** >>From: Teresa DeVine Knirck (64) Kipp Quinlan (64): that illustrious Chief Jo teacher was Mrs. Wolcott -- eighth grade science I think. I had her as well as Dr. Mecum later on at Col- Hi. I remember we did some experiment on respiration and we (Dr. Mecum included) ran down the hill outside of Mac Hall and then back up -- she made It, which was amazing. The day President Kennedy was shot was Friday -- my senior year -- so we did not have school the next day, but I believe we did on Monday. I'm sure we all remember where we were then, and how the weekend we all just sat in shock in front of TV during all the coverage. I agree with everyone that we had wonderful teachers. Mrs. Luckey is another who comes to mind. At the first snowfall, she made us all in American Lit turn our desks to the windows in our classroom in the old 300 wing while she read us poetry -- Whittier and Emerson I think. She also made us all wear large red A's while we read Scarlet Letter. I am sure now she was way ahead of her time! -Teresa DeVine Knirck (64) ********************************** >>From: David Rivers (65) In response to Mr. Hubbard's recollection of the Kennedy matter, I was in contemporary world history. We had a sub that day. Someone from the office (a girl as I recall), handed the fellow a note and he began to cry. Eventually he was able to tell us what had happened. I believe we stayed in class until the bell. The next thing I recall was going out to Johnny Crowder's [65] car, as it was the closest in the lot, and listening on the radio. I also recall a dance being canceled the following week-end... it seems it was a biggie... home coming or something of that magnitude... it could just be that dances were big on my hit parade and they all biggies to me. I cannot say I had Mr. Hubbard for class. Actually, my classes were generally of the advanced PE; underachiever's study hall... (generally at the 400+ level) and the Hand-ball Court hanging around level. One of the nicest breaks I ever got was when Mrs. Buescher cut a deal with me, to the effect that if I would refrain from enrolling in 2d Semester Geometry, she would give me a "D" in first Semester. However, if I insisted on taking 2d semester... I would get a well deserved "F". I took the deal and ran like a bandit! I also remember Dr. Mecum very fondly, bra straps and all. When I went into the Marine Corps, she took me aside and told me that she thought the Marine Corps was a fine choice for anyone, and that she had been in the Marine Corps, too. she didn't warn me about Vietnam, though! Probably just as well. After all that I can say that math, chemistry and physics were my favorite subjects in undergrad. Didn't follow through, however, and became a teacher, administrator and, finally, a Lawyer... wise choices have never been my long suit! A lot of water over the dam for all of us since that day sitting in class at Col. High... learning that the President had been shot. -David Rivers ('65) ********************************** >>From: Ron Sledge (65) To: John Bixler (64): Hi John, glad to see you're still out there. Do you remember a ski trip to Spout Springs over New Years when you and someone else got hurt the first day. As I recall you had two sprained ankles and the other guy (don't recall) a broken leg. We loaded you into a car, pointed it toward Richland and had you drive home by yourselves. Not that we didn't have sympathy but who wanted to miss out on the party that night. FRIENDS: Just remembering some special friends in the early days at Col-Hi. John Santangelo and Steve Duve come to mind right away. The three of us and Mike Samms had some real experiences. John and I, while trying to put tube into a 48 Chevy car radio, kind of drove thru the side wall of Pennywise Drugstore. The tubes didn't work so we returned them. Joni Lee and her Cuban sisters, Oly Leon and Maida (?) plus Nancy Cruz and Suzy Berry. What a great bunch. Joni's mom was the greatest. She helped me through what seemed like one catastrophe after another. Skiing with Larry Boyd, Bill Barr, Chip Abrums and Byron Shaw. Tennis with Bill Pennick and his neighbor (Bill, help me out here). Larry Boyd and I beating Jim Adair and Ray Stein at doubles. (once!!!) Basketball in the afternoons with Roy Cross and Duane Rassmussen, sometimes Bob LeClair. Seems to be a pattern here. Never realized sports were that important to me. Guess that's why I'm considered a fanatic about golf now. More memories coming but that's enough for now. -Ron Sledge (65) ********************************** >>From: Cathy Weihermiller Fyall (66) The Chief Jo science teacher slipping out of her girdle was Miss Wolcott, if I remember correctly. I do have a visual picture of walking into her classroom on a Monday and she had covered all of the tables with vases full of wildflowers from her week end gatherings. It was beautiful. The junior high sex ed program from the 60's was quite an experience. Our home ec teacher probably covered the topic in 2 minutes and she was so uncomfortable with the whole subject that it was never mentioned again. And then there was the movie on syphilis in Miss Wolcott's class. Some guy in a dark and shady city that could hardly walk a straight line. To top it off we saw a movie on marijuana. Does anyone know if that was the film "Reefer Madness" that I have heard people talk about from other schools? So, with all of that, we were prepared to enter the adult world (or at least Col Hi) from Chief Jo. Just wanted to spark some "fun" topics for the holidays!!!! Enjoy the feast and Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. -Cathy Weihermiller Fyall (66) ********************************** >>From: John Wingfield (66) Friends from Bomberville, reading Mr. Hubbard's memories of Nov. 22, 1963 brought back my memories. I remember where I was, 35 years ago when I first learned that JFK was shot. I was sitting in Geometry class when someone brought in a note for the teacher. She read it, turned pale and told us: "The president has been shot! Let's pray". -John Wingfield (66) ********************************** >>From: Mike Cook (70) To Rick Polk (70): I hate to burst your bubble but it is impossible to have a jump shot when you have a negative vertical leap! -Mike Cook P.S. Happy Holidays *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/25/98 *************************** 10 Bombers sent stuff in: Carol Converse (64), Bill Pennick (65), John Bradley (65), Glenna Hammer (66), Shirley Collings (66), Pam Ehinger (67), Ken Farris (68), Mina Jo Gerry (68), Rick Polk (70), Sherri Fisher (74) ********************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) HAPPY THANKSGIVING all you Bombers out there in Bomber land!! I remember Thanksgiving WITHOUT tv. My parents had some very close friends that had come out to Richland from New York at the same time. Each year they would take turns having Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners, depending on which shift the guys were working that year. It was a tradition that after dinner had settled somewhat, we would all go to the movies. I remember how packed the theater always was on those holidays. That is a very fond memory for me. I also remember going riding horses at the riding academy one year in high school. I hope everybody has a great holiday this year. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ********************************** >>From: Bill Pennick (65) First, I would just like to wish everyone safe travels over this weekend and hope all you "bomber" alums have a great Thanksgiving holiday. Secondly for Ron Sledge (65): Our tennis partner was Carol Begley. She moved to Spokane her senior year. We taught her how to play tennis, and as I recall the last time you or I won a match was about two weeks later! -Bill Pennick (65) ********************************** >>From: John Bradley (65) THE THREE OF US BRADLEY MEN HAD A GREAT CONVERSATION A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO ABOUT THE DAY'S IN RICHLAND WHEN WE TRYING TO GROW UP. SINCE WE SPAN A FEW YEARS AT COL-HIGH (56, 60, AND 65) THERE ARE MANY STORIES THAT CANNOT BE RETOLD, BECAUSE WE MUST PROTECT THE INNOCENT, OR GUILTY FOR THAT MATTER. MY BROTHER PETE [60] USED HAVE THE ONLY AND I BELIEVE THE FIRST ICE CREAM BUSINESS IN RICHLAND. HIS MODE OF TRANSPORTATION WAS A CUSHMAN MOTOR SCOOTER WITH AN ICE BOX ON IT. IT WAS CALLED "PETE'S TREATS". THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN AROUND THE LATE 50'S. HE USED TO TRAVEL ALL OVER TOWN AND RING THAT DAMNED BELL, AND THE KIDS WOULD COME RUNNING. IF THE PARENTS OF THOSE DAYS FEEL ABOUT THE SAME WAY I DO WITH THE ICE CREAM TRUCKS, THEY PROBABLY EITHER WANTED TO THANK HIM OR HANG HIM FOR THAT BELL. DOES ANY ONE OUT THERE REMEMBER THE "PETE'S TREAT" SCOOTER? HOW MANY OUT THERE REMEMBER BUYING OLD JUNK CARS AND RUNNING THEM ALL OVER THE DESERT TILL THEY EITHER RAN OUT OF GAS, OR JUST GAVE UP THE GHOST? THERE WERE MANY A OLD CAR IN THE NORTH END OF THE DESERT WHEN I STARTED DOING IT IN THE 60'S. MY BROTHER MIKE [56], SEEMED TO LIKE TO WORK IN GAS STATIONS AROUND TOWN. HAVE NO IDEA OF HOW MANY, BUT HE WAS ALWAYS WORKING AT SOME STATION IN RICHLAND. MYSELF, I WORKED THE GARDENING SERVICE BUSINESS. USED TO WORK FOR BILL JOHNSON (WEGEE) OUT BY THE KNOX'S. WORKED FOR HIM FOR TWO YEARS UNTIL THE FATEFUL DAY I GRADUATED AND WENT TO THE PEA HARVEST. SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE GARDENING SERVICE, LOST MY HINDQUARTER TO A ONE LEGGED MAN IN A POOL HALL IN WAITSBURG. THE OLD BOY SURE COULD SHOOT POOL, AND I WAS A DAMNED FOOL AND BET HIM SOME MONEY. TALK ABOUT GETTING HUSTLED, I GOT RAN OUT THE DOOR. SINCE MY FATHER WAS AN ENTERPRISING MAN, AND HE DID NOT BELIEVE IN ALLOWANCES, WE BOYS HAD TO GO TO WORK DOING SOMETHING. MY BROTHER PETE, WAS THE MOST ENTERPRISING AND MOST INVENTIVE. NOT ONLY DID HE HAVE PETE'S TREATS, BUT HE RAN THE FIRST "STILL" FOR THE HIGH SCHOOL. IT WAS DOWN BY THE YAKIMA RIVER, AND QUITE WELL HIDDEN. MY DAD NEVER CAUGHT ON TO HIM. MIKE AND I ALWAYS GOT CAUGHT, BUT PETE JUST ROLLED ALONG. YOU SEE, MY DAD MADE BEER IN THE BASEMENT, AND ONE TIME WHEN DAD GOT READY TO MAKE ANOTHER BATCH, HE COULDN'T FIND THE ITEMS HE NEEDED. PETE HAD BORROWED THEM TO SET UP HIS OWN BUSINESS. NEITHER OF US EVER SOLD THE BEER; IT WAS JUST FOR PERSONAL CONSUMPTION AT THE DRIVE INNS. YES, RICHLAND BROUGHT THE BEST OUT OF A WHOLE GROUP OF US. NOW AS YOU LOOK AROUND AND REMEMBER THOSE WHO YOU GRADUATED WITH AND SEE HOW WELL THEY HAVE DONE, IT CAN REALLY AMAZE YOU. WE WERE FORTUNATE TO HAVE A SCHOOL DISTRICT THAT HAD SO MANY TEACHERS WHO WERE FAR ABOVE THE NORM. THEY TOOK THE TIME TO HELP US IN ANY WAY THEY COULD. SOMETIMES THEY HAD TO GET REAL STRAIGHT WITH US, BUT THEY WERE HONEST AND STRAIGHT FORWARD. THE MOST STRAIGHT FORWARD TEACHER I HAD WAS MATT GREENOUGH, ECONOMICS, HE TOLD ME THE TRUTH AND LIT A FIRE UNDER ME. IT WAS NOT A PLEASANT CONVERSATION, BUT IT WAS HARD AND STRAIGHT. HE NEVER WAS ONE TO MIX WORDS WITH A STUDENT. TOLD SOME GREAT STORIES THOUGH. I CAN ONLY AGREE WITH MIKE MONASMITH (65), EMIL WAS A TRIP AND IN HIS OWN WORLD. HE DIDN'T DO MUCH GOOD FOR ME WHEN I WENT TO GERMANY IN THE 60'S FOR THE FIRST TOUR. THERE ARE MANY MORE MEMORIES, BUT HAVE RUN OUT OF TIME AND SPACE. -JOHN BRADLEY (65) PS. THE DRAGS AT COLUMBIA PARK WERE THE BEST, OR THE KEG PARTIES AT BATEMAN ISLAND. ********************************** >>From: Glenna Hammer Moulthrop (66) We've got a suggestion... you'll find information about buying a personalized brick (with your loved one's names on it) that will become part of the permanent walkway around the Columbia River Exhibition of History, Science and Technology (CREHST). This museum, which is includes wonderful old photos of the early days in Richland, is now located just above Howard Amon (Riverside) Park behind the Community Center. -Glenna Hammer Moulthrop ('66) ********************************** >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins, '66 To Gary Behymer, '64: Mr. Gallaher was my 6th grade teacher at the "old" Sacajawea. I don't recall his first name, but "Ken" sounds right. He is not listed in the Tri-Cities phone directory. I recall that I really enjoyed him as a teacher, though. We would go to Mr. Younce's classroom for Spanish that year. Perhaps some of my fellow classmates from that year might be aware of Mr. Gallaher's current location. Looking at my class picture, there were: DavidCaraway, MarciaSetbacken, KirkWelsch, CandyScott, KenOlsen, JudyWard, SherrieCarrick, VirginiaMorris, GaryClark, MikeSeeman, JohnWingfield, KathyHayner, KerryLove, LesCurtis, RichardLast, RonCates, JodyKendrick, JaneVosmer, TomNewby, CynthiaOates, DavidMarks, DruMurphy, PhilWebb plus two girls whose names I don't remember. Mr. LeClair was the principal. ~~~~~~~~~~ Congratulations to the RHS girls' soccer team on its state championship last weekend! Prior to winning the state championship, the team was also ranked #4 in the National Soccer Coaches Association of America poll. "The Bombers finished the season with a sparkling 20-0 record resulting in conference, district and now state championships," according to the TCHerald. ~~~~~~~~~~ I would like to share the following poem written by Allyson Smith Dennis, '67, as Thanksgiving nears: Bring on the turkey -- let flow the punch and remember the berries and trim! Sure glad we made it to the store on time although the pickings were slim! It's been a mess . . . the "usual" rush, but, then, what's a holiday for? With family from here and friends from there, it's in and out the door, But, wait -- what's happening in the world today that we've lost the meaning of Such words as humble and care and joy and share and raise and love? The Pilgrims came with so few desires, but hope lived in each heart. They struggled and suffered along the way to give us -- back them -- our start. With rights to this and rights to that -- our nation's the "land of the free" But how often's the time we stop to reflect just how blessed we are -- can't we see? On this day of thanks, let's stop for a time and look up to Him, in praise . . . For all that we are, and are free to become Throughout the rest of our days. ~~~~~~~~~~ May all of you be blessed with a wonderful Thanksgiving! -Shirley Collings Haskins, '66 ********************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger Nassen (67) Talking about where you were 35yr. ago. First, it's hard to believe that it's been that long ago. I was in Mrs. Latta's homeroom class when they announced over the PA. The whole class went silent, and we just sat in shock. Some girls and boys started to cry. Pres. Kennedy had just been to Richland a month or so before, and a lot of us had seen him there. So his death seemed so unreal to us. I also remember sitting in front of the TV and watching the funeral and the swearing in of Pres. Johnson. I know they show it on TV all the time when little John saluted, but I remember seeing it for the first time and crying my eyes out. It was so very sad. Remember when Jack Ruby shot Harvey Oswold on TV? Do you realize that the things we saw as kids and adults are now in the history books our kids and grand kids are using in school? We do live in a special time. Enough rattling on!! I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving. -Pam Ehinger Nassen 67 ********************************** >>From: Ken Farris (68) I have been looking for a clean copy of the 1966, 1967 and 1968 annuals for RHS. The Col Hi library has copies, but will not makes copies. Do you have any information on how to obtain a copy? It would be greatly appreciated. -Ken Farris (68) ********************************** >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) I don't remember sex ed in junior high. I do remember that in 6th grade (I think) all the boys went out to recess while we girls were ushered into the gym and had the basic facts of life explained to us. Just the basics, none of the good stuff. Of course, we were such innocents at that age that I probably would have had the same reaction my daughter did at the age of 3, when we explained how her little brother happened. She looked at me with wide-eyed amazement and said, "You're kidding!!" After the film and talk, we were sent back to class and admonished not to tell the boys what we had just learned. My husband is still trying to get the information out of me, but I promised not to tell. The film I remember from junior high was in health class. It featured some kind of cancer, lung or throat and an operation - in living color. Not something I want to remember. I didn't see "Reefer Madness" until many years later, when I was in college. I think it was on public television, a kind of documentary series on drug abuse education. -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) ********************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) To Mike Cook (70): Hey, I had some air in my "jump shot", just not a whole lot. I had Larry Bird disease. But like Larry, my shots did find the hoop and more than not went in too. Let's not forget the famous "Polk head fake". Ask Jim Qualheim about that head fake. It was hilarious. -Rick Polk (70) ********************************** >>From: Sherri Fisher (74) Well now that we've survived the school carnival at Lewis and Clark, I'm jumping right in with "the milk monitors". This is very, very vague. I remember a cart with the little milks in it and going down the halls with it. But... Where was I going? Kindergarten? Bad dream? Suzy Rathjen [71] you did great with the pie and cake walk, do you have the milk monitor memory? By the way, say Hi to your sister, Karen. She and I used to burn those phone lines up with all our pre-teen giggling. And saving the best for last: Mr. Lane. The 6th grade teacher at Lewis and Clark. Surly I wasn't the only one with a crush on this guy! Happy Thanksgiving Day to All. -Sherri Fisher (74) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/26/98 - THANKSGIVING DAY *************************** 9 Bombers sent stuff in: Grover Shegrud (56), Tony Tellier (57), Sue Garrison (58), Paula Beardsley (62), Jim Botsford (69), Susy Rathjen (71), Debra Cravens (73), Kim Richey (74), Dave McAdie (79) ********************************** >>From: Joretta "Sue" Garrison Pritchett (58) Re: "A" house Ornaments Since so many people on the Sandstorm Alumni Internet talk about the different government houses, I thought maybe you could let them know they can be ordered and shipped to them. We're hoping to sell 800 and place a new order for the next (probably B houses) --they're selling quite well already. * * * * The ornaments are $4.00 each and may be purchased at the Gift Shop at the Richland Sr. Center at 506 Newton (on Geo.Wash.Way across from Wendy's) or by mail. Checks should be made payable to: RICHLAND SENIORS ASSOCIATION. If the A house ornaments are well received by the public, it is planned that ornaments depicting Richland's other alphabet houses will be available in coming years --hopefully, a few new ornaments available each year. If you would like an ornament(s) please mail your request to: SUE GARRISON PRITCHETT 1015 PERKINS, RICHLAND, WA 99352. Ornament Prices are: 1 ~ $4 ea. + $.70 shipping Total cost $4.70 2 ~ $4 ea. + $.70 shipping Total cost $8.70 3 ~ $4 ea. + $1.40 shipping Total cost $13.40 4 ~ $4 ea. + $1.40 shipping Total cost $17.40 ********************************** >>From: Grover Shegrud (56) Re: Sacajawea - I was in Mr. Webber's 6th grade class he taught me to run the movie projector (1948/49)!. The lady teachers didn't know how so I had to set up and run the films for the girls "girl stuff". I would set it up and start the projector and when the count down reached "2" I was ushered out. One time the film messed up half way through and I had to go back in and restart the film: I never saw such embarrassed girls in my life. Does anyone remember Mr. Webber's stories of his homestead somewhere in central Washington? -Grover Shegrud (56) ********************************** >>From: Tony Tellier (57) RE: Message text written by John Bradley (65) "HOW MANY OUT THERE REMEMBER BUYING OLD JUNK CARS AND RUNNING THEM ALL OVER THE DESERT TILL THEY EITHER RAN OUT OF GAS, OR JUST GAVE UP THE GHOST? THERE WERE MANY A OLD CAR IN THE NORTH END OF THE DESERT WHEN I STARTED DOING IT IN THE 60'S." I sure do. What a blast ... and the thrill ain't gone yet. Now the car's aren't junk but they still run out of gas and when they give up the ghost it is mucho $$$$ or you are on your lid. -TT In Yuma ('57) ********************************** >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) To Denny Smith [63]: Hi neighbor - Was great to read a contribution from someone else in that great neighborhood on Cedar. The Ranch Houses were "Y" and "Z" houses. I think yours was a "Y" - 3 bedroom ranch and Ours - 4 bedroom - was a "Z". I remember it was pretty cool because we didn't have those blasted stairs to worry about. Now I live in an "A" and HATE it. Mary Sullivan (64): Yes I remember the Cinnamon Bear. My husband works for a guy in Spokane that collects old radio show tapes and owns several Christian radio stations. My husband and I were talking about old shows and I mentioned the Cinnamon Bear being my "fav" as a child. He talked to his boss and for Christmas I got a copy of the entire Cinnamon Bear show. It is too cool. We played it on our way to Colorado to visit our grandchildren that year and my son - 12 at the time - thought it was pretty cool too. Will have to get it out and remember to play it again. As I recall, there was one episode each day between Thanksgiving and Christmas about 4:00. Wouldn't it be cool if someone would broadcast those great shows again. Remembering JFK: President Kennedy was shot on my Dad's birthday- I was living in Seattle by that time and I remember calling home to talk to my Dad and neither of us could talk. I sat in our apartment while it rained outside watching "our innocence" come to an end. It was awful. Thanksgiving memories - I remember spending every Thanksgiving and Christmas with the Reil family. One holiday at our house and one at theirs then alternating the next year. After dinner, my brother, Charlie and Scherion Reil would get to go to the movies and Saralyn, Janice, Nancy and I had to stay home until we got a little older. We played dressup and thought it was so cool that Punkins' (Mrs. Reil) clothes and especially her shoes fit us. She was such a tiny little thing. We saw Al Reil a couple of months ago when he was here visiting Rick and stopped by the hospital to visit my Dad following hip surgery. Punkin's health is beginning to fail but Al looked great. More later but until then - hope the Thanksgiving holiday is the best for all you Bombers and for those traveling - be safe! Janice - if you are out there -LOG ON - Lots of people are looking for you. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ********************************** >>From: Jim Botsford (woulda been 69) WOW!! What a bunch of fun things to read from a lot of folks from Richland. I almost feel bad for moving away early in life. However, the memories my brothers and sister and I still have are wonderful. Does anyone remember riding our bikes right behind the D.D.T. truck?? The more spray they put out, the closer we were to the back bumper, just sucking that stuff into our lungs. It was like being in a cloud up in the sky, except that it was poison, and we were huffing and puffing it into our little lungs,,,,,,, YUCK!! Also, can you guys remember going out toward Hanford and riding on those homemade sleigh/sleds that were towed behind cars when it snowed? And how about the sledding hill, was it called Plumber's hill? I remember that it had a wall at the bottom, and took just a bit of skill to stop the sleds before you slammed into the wall. And oh yeah, I think that I still possess the winning pop-sicle stick from the gutter races when it rained....... -Jim Botsford [woulda been 69], [and my siblings:] Frazier [woulda been 63], Charlie [woulda been 64], and Becky [woulda been 67] ********************************** >>From: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) To Sherri Fisher [74]: How well I remember the "milk wagon". You're right, it was in kindergarten. Two kids from one of the kindergartens would be sent down to the cafeteria and outside the door would be the milk. We'd take the wagon to the other kindergarten class, where the teacher would take out the number of milks needed for her class, then we'd bring it back to our own class. It was soooo much fun! It didn't take a whole lot to excite us in those days. Then, while we were taking naps on our rugs or blankets (or a big towel in Kelvin Soldat's [71] case), a couple of kids would place the milk and a graham cracker at each persons place on the table. At least that's the way it was in Mrs. Badgett's class. Once in a while we would have juice in "dixie" cups and soda crackers, instead of the usual snack. Mrs. Badgett for some reason always seemed to get orange- grapefruit juice... yuk. Anyway, that's what I remember about that. As for Karen, I'll give her your message. I'm sure she'll have this message in return...... Wo-He-Lo. -Susy Rathjen Whitney '71 ********************************** >>From: Debra Cravens Biondolillo (73) Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Bombers!!!! Have a safe and happy holiday! Don't Drink and Drive! Make amends wherever possible -- life is short. Have a thankful heart! -Debra Cravens Biondolillo 1973 ********************************** >>From: Kim Richey Dykeman (74) I graduated with the class of 74'. I married another Bomber -Randy Dykeman - Class of 69'. I have two older brothers Ron Richey (72) and Mike Richey (73), and a younger brother, Marc Richey (85). Randy and I have been married for 21+ years and have two children -Melissa (graduated June 98 from RHS) and Bryan (currently a Senior at RHS). Job requirements included travel from coast to coast and now we are back in Richland. We've been back since 1990. We both work out in "the area". I see a lot of Bombers from time to time around the area and at games. A lot of the people I see, I never knew they were living in the area. Now for some of my memories....... Re: Lewis and Clark - Kindergarten - Miss Hosack... who didn't have her and how many years did she teach? The Map of states on the asphalt, hop- scotch. Sharing time. Chili and Cinnamon Rolls!!!! Being a Patrol Girl. Walking down to Riverside Park (Amon Park now) for the class picnic. 3rd grade - Mrs. Phillips, reading the entire series of the "Boxcar Children". Wanting to be in Mrs. Brinkman's 5th grade class, knowing that her daughter, Kippy Lou, would visit sometime during the year, and possibly play her harp, but I was in Mrs. Graham's class instead. 6th grade was a blast... Mr. Dunwoody.. his first year teaching at Lewis and Clark (replacing Mr. Neidhold, who went to teach Drivers Training at RHS ) we had a SNACK TIME everyday. How many guys out there remember "HACKS" from Mr. Lane? Re: Carmichael - 7th grade orientation was enough to scare anyone... But then came the pep assemblies... football and basketball games, making spirit ribbons and painting signs in pride of the COUGARS. Looking forward to the the cross town rivalry games with the Chief Jo Warriors. Depending on which sport, games were always played in Bomber Bowl (Fran Rich Stadium now) or Dawald Gym. After games, we would walk down to the "BA" (bowling alley). Sock-Hops were usually held in the Gym.. and yes.. we really had to take our shoes off to be on the gym floor. And who could ever forget sledding down Carmichael Hill in the winter, the school store, the school newspaper - "The Cougar's Tale". One always wanted to be chosen girl or boy of the month. Those three years went so fast. Next thing we knew..we were Bombers! Re: Col-High. - First thing I ever learned was - NO ONE WALKS ON THE BOMB. Second thing I learned as a Soph. was to make friends fast with someone who drives... Lunch off campus was cool... Zips, A&W, Arctic Circle.... anywhere but the school cafeteria. Each year has it's highlights of memories.... Soph.. Meeting all new kids... finding out the Chief Jo kids weren't all that bad after all. Singing at assemblies with Mary Creek to "Carol King - Tapestry" songs. Experiencing what it was like to be at a Bomber game and actually being a Bomber. Typing in Mr. Cole's class... those old manual typewriters. Homecoming mums. (does anyone ever do that anymore?) Soph. P.E... warming up to Stars & Stripes Forever.... Dancing - The Box Step, The Jitterbug, "Soul Dancing". Basketball - An experience in itself. BBA (Bleacher Bums of America) Headed up by Bob "Eagle" Adeline. Regionals in Spokane... I remember spending the night at school to make sure I got my tickets as well as those for my parents. (This meant my parents would be in Spokane... would my party plans have to be altered... I think not.. Spokane's a big city filled with a variety of hotels right?) Standing outside the Coliseum waiting for doors to open, the chants of We're #1 or "Here we go, Bombers" had already started from the hundreds of students. The funny thing was that we played the last game of the evening but we were the first ones there. After a week-end blur of games, shopping (Sea-Farer jeans from Mike's West), and partying we knew that we were going to Seattle - ON TO STATE. The next week-end was pretty much like the one previous - Partying, Shopping and games... Except this time we would go home as State Champs..#1 . . A large group of us sophomore girls stayed in a sorority house for only $1 a night - thanks to Anna Manolopoulos's sister, Rebecca. Spring sports lead into a winning season for the golf team as well as a State title for the Cross-Country team. How many years in a row did they do this. 3-4? Jr. - Summer going into Jr. year was a great one. Tanning out at the sIab in North Richland. I got my drivers license, and I got my first real job... a car hop at A&W. Those are stories within themselves. Am I right Debbie (74) and Patti Murray (73)? Many activities happened this year, Bomber sports continued to be dominating and yes another repeat of the basketball season again.... Spokane and then ON TO STATE again (University Towers) We came home 2nd in State that year. Cross Country took another State title in the spring. Before I knew it Junior year was over and I was a SENIOR! Sr - (73-74) - Summer going into my Sr. year I got my first car (67 Mustang), met Randy and did some traveling. Mary Creek also had a mustang and we were always meeting up at Payless parking lot after games. You could usually find the crowds there or "tooling Zips" across the way. Enough for mind is in memory overdrive. I wish you and yours a wonderful Thanksgiving. Wouldn't mind reading more from the class of '74. Later.... -Kim Ricney Dykeman (74) ********************************** >>From: Dave McAdie (79) O.K. you hard cases, now that I have been "thoroughly" chastised for using the term "former" Bombers, greetings to all. Re: JFK, I don't know why, but I remember my mom watching on T.V. I was born in Canada (Vancouver) and was barely 2, so it surprises me that I remember. We came to the states in 1968 -to L.A. - and I remember RFK and MLK events very well - as well as all the rest of the social turmoil of those times. My question - "Where were you when the 'Eagle' landed?" We came to Richland in 1975. I finished 8th through 12th grades here. It is great to read about all of your memories, I can relate to a lot of them. I remember Mr. Hughes (Marion) at Carmichael. He caught me wandering the halls one day offered me a great way to have people remember my name - "Hi Dave, let's go golfing today, you can be M'Caddy" -It was perfect, and as a "hacker" now myself, it fits.... for my kids :) I also remember Mr. Davies (was that a Board in his back?). I had Mr. Lippert (hi Tim) in 9th and many others - and oh yes "Keep your head down, keep your head down, keep your head down" Chitty. Anyone remember Warball?!?!?! Ouch!!! How about Mr. Arnold in wood shop and the "slingshot" the last day of school............ I remember the first time I saw "Reefer Madness" - it was at the Uptown as a lead-in to the first Cheech and Chong movie "Up in Smoke". Some of the out loud comments were awesome! :) The teachers at Col-Hi (sorry, that's what it was then) were fun. A remember Mrs. Larson - she had this amazing ability to add up numbers with lightning speed -and laugh out her nose :) Mr. Blankenship was great - I'll never "Laisez Faire" (sp?). I see him from time to time - last time at the Grand Opening at Columbia Point Golf Course (he worked there for a while). I also had Senor Lujan for 3 years of Spanish. I did play football for all 3 years, but unfortunately was always more of a tackling dummy - still loved it though and it helped when I coached Grid Kids for several years. Mrs. Hayes, Mr. Deatheridge, Mr. Pearson - they were the "newer and younger" staff and we related to them well. To the family of Robley Johnson out there - my folks own Sunland Camera (that's what brought us here in 75) in Uptown and would be happy to help you out if you have any old photos/negatives that you need printed/copied, etc. Probably even have some darkroom equipment that can be bought - cheap........ Boy it is really easy to get rambling when you have a day off!!!!! My best wishes to all of you this Thanksgiving and throughout the Holiday Season. -Dave McAdie (79) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/27-28/98 ************************ 9 Bombers sent stuff in: Dick Pierard (52), Jim Russell (58), Jo Miles (64), Mary Sullivan (64), Kathy Rathjen (66), Pam Ehinger (67), Rick Maddy (67), Kati Ash (78), Shannon Corder (98) ********************************** >>From: Dick Pierard (52) RE: Message by John Bradley (65) "HOW MANY OUT THERE REMEMBER BUYING OLD JUNK CARS AND RUNNING THEM ALL OVER THE DESERT TILL THEY EITHER RAN OUT OF GAS, OR JUST GAVE UP THE GHOST? THERE WERE MANY A OLD CAR IN THE NORTH END OF THE DESERT WHEN I STARTED DOING IT IN THE 60'S." I had bought a Model A Ford for $25 and drove it around town a bit. It had a reasonably decent body but the motor was pretty well shot. Then I had a chance to buy another one for $15 that had a good motor but the body was in wretched shape. So a friend and I took the cars out into the country north of town one afternoon, used a tree to mount a block and tackle, and moved the engine from one car to the other. I don't remember exactly what we did with the old motor, but if I recall correctly he took home for parts. The remaining vehicle was so dilapidated that we decided to simply dump it out on the desert. Apparently a "bear in the air" (remember the old patrol planes?) spotted this scene in action because a patrol car came after us, but we moved quickly enough to make a get-away. Since the only reliable identifying mark in those days was the motor number (I took the license plate with me), they could never trace us. I assume the statute of limitations on this has long since expired! -Dick Pierard '52 (Terre Haute, Indiana) ********************************** >>From: Jim Russell (58) A few more disjointed memories from the late "40's" through the late "50's": We moved to Richland in 1949, sometime around October or November. That Spring, there had been a good deal of flooding throughout the region, and the Yakima River had not only overflowed, it had destroyed the only bridge leading to Richland from Kennewick/Pasco. The Army Corps of Engineers installed a make-shift bridge, riding on pontoons. As a nine- year old, this was an exciting entrance into an unknown city. Throughout the "50's", I enjoyed many summer nights attending the Tri-City Braves baseball games at Sanders Field in Kennewick. Edo Vanni was the manager during the exciting years. His occasional outbursts toward the umpires were always fun to watch. I'm having difficulty remembering the names of the players that went through the Braves system: I seem to remember Len Tran at shortstop or second base, Vern Kindfather as a good pitcher. I enjoyed many evenings attending those games with Dave Elderkin (57) and his family. They must have had season tickets, we went so often. Peanuts and soft drinks and the smell of pine tar, sweaty bodies and beer, all mixed into the night air with the chatter, chatter, chatter of young men hoping to make their way up the ladder to the "Big Leagues." Visiting teams included the Yakima Bears, the Spokane Indians, the Edmonton Eskimos, the Calgary Stampeders, the Salem Senators, and the Wenatchee Chiefs. Later League adjustments added the Eugene Emeralds. Radio Daze: I seem to remember a DJ named Ray Court on KORD, or was it KORD on Court Street? I remember calling in requests to "Dusty" Rhodes, who broadcast from the Dessert Inn, and occasionally sitting in with him as he spun the platters. He would chat when he could while the records were spinning. I had a lot of fun playing basketball in the church leagues: for SSUP church and for the DeMolay 'A' and 'B' teams. I was a part of the Junior Bowlers at the old recreation hall bowling alley, before the "new" Atomic Lanes were installed below Carmichael hill. The rec-hall on Geo. Wash. Way also offered pool tables and ping pong tables. In Carmichael, I enjoyed a good friendship with Earl Dean Nicholson, and especially enjoyed his singing at a talent show: "Sleeping at the Foot of the Bed." I can still remember the tune, but the words no longer surface. Does anyone remember the words to "Sleeping" or the names of the Braves, or the names of the DJ's? -Jim Russell (58) ********************************** >>From: Jo Miles (64) For Denny Smith (63) - Boy, did you conjure up some flashbacks. I remember the winter that Jim Spencer (62) moved into our neighborhood on Howell Ave. None of us "regular kids" had ever been near a snowball thrown at 200 miles per hour. The hapless victim never saw Jim's frozen missile until it splattered against his face. It sounded like a rocket but you never saw it because it was faster than the speed of light. Phil Armstrong (63) was the only one quick enough to duck a Spencer fast ball. Of course, Jim got his (in the face) from Paul Sterling by a real baseball at a Pony League game in 1959. Speaking of small paper routes. In 1957 I delivered the Spokane Daily Chronicle in the north end of Richland for a whopping 8 customers. Fortunately, I got a better job the following year with the Columbia Basin News serving 130 customers who paid $1.25 per month. One day delivering papers I was bitten by a large dog in front of Teresa DeVine's house and her dad had to give me first aid. She claims it was just a small dog but believe me it was huge! You mentioned Werner, as in Terry (65). He was driving during the ill-fated pheasant hunting trip with me in 1963 on a dirt road by the Yakima River when he rolled his dad's 1956 Chevy. The song, "Peggy Sue" was still playing on the radio as we lay upside down in the mud. We kicked out the windshield, crawled out, and hiked to West Richland to use a telephone somewhere near Marlene Walton's (66). Speaking of hunting. The late and great Mike Jennings (64) could drop a dove at 60 yards with his 20 gauge shotgun. Byron Shaw (64) shot a limit of doves with less than a box of shells back when the limit was still 12. Those were the days before we needed bifocals. Good memories. -Jo Miles (64) ********************************** >>From Mary Sullivan (64) To Sherri Fischer (74) - Even though I graduated 10 years ahead of you - I DO remember the "milk carts' at Lewis & clark -- they were for the Kindergarten classes for "snacks" after "nap time"!! And for Kim Dykeman (74) - I had Miss Hosack for Kindergarten (as did my brother Denis (62)! but I too, was wondering how many years she had taught! I had Mrs. Damon for third grade and SHE read "The Boxcar Children" to the class and that began my love of reading. I don't believe that the actual series was available at Lewis & Clark at that time but I could be wrong!! To Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) - I too, have a copy of the "Cinnamon Bear" tapes thanks to my older brother Denis (62) who re-discovered them about 10 years or so ago, and a second generation of "Sullivan's" still listen to them each year! That's it for now! Hope all had a safe Holiday! -Mary Sullivan (64) ********************************** >>From: Kathy Rathjen Loper (66) Please add me to what must be an enormous list by now. My sister, Susan Rathjen Whitney [71], and Marjo Vinther Burt [77] have given me copies of the Alumni Sandstorm occasionally. I went online for the first time last night, and can't wait to get the Sandstorm on a regular basis. I'm married to Bob Loper (Lefty Roohr) RHS '60. Daughter Jenny graduated in '87, and son Shane in '89. Maybe Shane's son, Robert, will be RHS class of '13! Did anybody every really know what it meant to wear red on Thursday? I had some guesses, though never really knew. I sure panicked one day in seventh grade when I wore a red sweater and didn't realize it was THURSDAY until I was half way to school. I ran all the way back home to change, and then had to run back to school. Also seventh grade, some of the boys got together and all wore white dress shirts, blue jeans and tennis shoes on the same day. We girls thought it looked stupid (and told them so), and decided to be equally silly by wearing hair bows. Mr. Olson had the counselor reprimand us for "organizing." I think we must have been the first gang in Richland. I think that was also the last thing I actively participated in, as I began a spiral into painful shyness that lasted throughout the rest of my school years. Miss Skogan, Algebra, had a requirement that each student stand before the class at least once during the quarter to explain and solve a problem or take a grade drop by one letter. I gave great consideration to taking the grade reduction, but finally got through a problem. Re: Kennedy's assassination - I was a sophomore in Mr. Carlson's biology class in Mac Hall when the note arrived Kennedy was shot in Dallas. Mac Hall had no functioning speaker system from the office, and the student sent with the note received an angry lecture from Mr. Carlson about playing "pranks." That afternoon, in Mr. Lawson's English class, the announcement came over the speaker system that Kennedy was dead. My recollection was that we did not have school on Monday, and that there was nothing on TV from Friday through the funeral except coverage of that event. Like most everyone else, I was glued to the TV, absorbing every detail and weeping, weeping, weeping. -Kathy Rathjen Loper (66) ********************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger Nassen (67) They talk about this being a small world...... it is!! I work at the Cle Elum Fam. Med. in Cle Elum, as a nurse. Well I call this patient back and notice she lives in Richland and not to far from where I use to live (1304 Wilson). So as the story goes we start talking and guess what? Her husband is Mr. James Loss was my sophomore English teacher!!! In 1965 Mr. Loss was a very handsome man and most of the girls just sorta stared at him. He was also the DJ on KORD radio station. In those days it was the Rock N Roll satiation. I asked about his thick dark hair and mustache, Jean (his wife) told me it was now white!! But she still see him with dark hair also. If any of you remember Mr. Loss his e-mail address is: [deleted for privacy] Mrs. Loss said he'd love to hear from you. Does anyone know how long Arlene's Flowers has been around? I listen to a radio station from the Tri- Cities 95.7 the oldie station. When I head the Arlene's ad. I was surprised!! I remember the BIG yellow Mums with the green R in the middle for homecoming! Was just wondering how long they have been there. Time to make pies for THE dinner!! Again Happy Thanksgiving and Thank you Maren and Gary for all the hard work you do!! -Pam Ehinger Nassen 67 ********************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) The A to Z house per year for the Christmas ornaments is a neat idea and means I will probably be in my nineties before I can hang my two-bedroom pre- fab orny on the tree. But that's okay because I will still be able to drive my truck to the Tri-Cities to snag that gem. -Rick Maddy (67) ********************************** >>From: Kati Ash Noehrenberg (78) Marjo Vinther Burt (77) mentioned Musical Kindergarten. I have vague memories of my mother driving me over to Richland from Kennewick, where we then lived, to attend a preschool that stressed music. I was probably three or four, so the memories are few. I do recall putting the tops of peanut shells on our fingers. This may have been to increase the sound our fingers made when we were drumming on the table. Memories of our attempt to collect 1,000,000 bottle caps in eighth grade at Chief Jo are much clearer. Thanks Rhonda (Rhonda Miller Williams '78) for triggering that memory. Collecting those caps became an addiction. It started innocently enough - saving 7 Up caps at home. Soon, that wasn't enough; and I found myself begging neighbors to save their caps for me. Then I graduated to the big time, going to gas station attendants and asking them to empty the caps from their soda machines. All too soon, the soda machines in the Tri-City area were wiped clean (we were a busy bunch). My parents (John and Kathleen Ash - not RHS/Col-Hi grads, but some of you may have worked with them) were enjoying the hunt (at least at first); so, when we would go on trips, we'd stop frequently at gas stations and motels to empty their soda machines. In retrospect, it was amazing how nice most of the people were. Only a few declined to help Mr. Beeson's class reach the one million bottle cap mark. We even got to help one of the motel managers, in return. He did not know you could open the soda machine and remove the caps. (Those of you who engaged in the bottle cap drive may remember that many soda machines were constructed with separate keys and doors for the the caps, coins, and bottles). For years, he'd been scooping out those caps he could reach to make room for new ones. He was thrilled to learn he could empty the whole metal bin. There were some really old bottle caps in the bottom of that container. Alas, the high of the collection was always followed by the crash of having to wash those dirty old caps in the bathtub. It isn't easy to remove gooey soda. Someone asked when Warren Hopkins started teaching Bomber Band. I believe it was in the fall of 77. From the beginning, he expected excellence from the band, and got it. I did not play in the band, but was a flag girl. I don't think anyone has mentioned Mme. Reya Gore, yet. She was a fun teacher. Does anyone remember the French Club trip to Vancouver and all the crepe sales leading up to it? Thanks Maren and Gary for the opportunity to stroll down Memory Lane. -Kati Ash Noehrenberg (78) ********************************** >>From: Shannon Corder (98) I am an alumni from 98, and am going to college now at Pepperdine U, in Malibu, CA. I just wanted to share some interesting views of the Mid-Columbia held by non-Washingtonians. This is for everyone who went to Lewis & Clark or Sacajawea grade school, or anyone who knows anything about our history. A girl in one of my classes was asked the name of the Native American who helped the Pilgrims through their first long winter. She furrowed her eyebrows and said "Was it Sacajawea? Was that the guy?" -Shannon Corder (98) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/29/98 *************************** 6 Bombers and 1 Bomber spouse wrote today. Lefty Roohr (60), Tom Hunt (60), Paula Beardsley (62), Gary Behymer (64), Carol Hodgson (66), Rick Maddy (67), Spouse of Denise Ewing (90) ********************************** >>From: Bob Loper (Lefty Roohr) (60) Re: Jim Russell's (58) request for names of Tri- City Braves ball players, I remember Muskrat O'Neill was the center fielder in '60. I'm not sure of the spelling, but the 1st baseman was Vic Vicolla. -Bob Loper (aka Lefty Roohr) (60) ********************************** >>From: Tom Hunt (60) Wow! Jim Russell's (58) recent correspondence rang some old bells that sent bats winging from my bellfry with his recollections of the Tri-City Braves. Who would ever remember Edo Vanni?! I'm sure others can add to the roster, but how about Nick Pesuit or Persuit at catcher and Vic Bucola at first? Playing old radio days reminds me that Lyn Bryson had to be one of Jim's classmates at Col Hi. Bryson began as the night time rock dj at KPKW Radio in Pasco along about '58 or '59 picking up extra cash by bringing in groups like the Kingsmen and Mary Lee and the Turnabouts. He helped me get started in the broadcasting business there in '59. KPKW was a 250 watt am at the high end of the dial so the signal barely escaped the Pasco city limits. Lyn had one of those "will it be a hit or a miss" shows one night each week where he pulled locals from the high schools for his panel. One night the owner was auditioning another fellow when I was on the panel and I asked if I could try. I began doing weekend and fill in stints and thought I was on my way! It was hardly major league radio. We had a fellow who came in each night to sweep up so he could broadcast his own religious show for an hour each Sunday! Each night he would go through the waste baskets retrieving discarded audio tape so he could record it. Now those were the days. -Tom Hunt (60) ********************************** >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) To Pam Ehinger Nassen(67) - Arlene's Flowers has been owned by Dottie Ryan - mother of Barronelle Metcalf Stutzman (62) for about 20 years. It was previously owned by the Douglas family who had Dordons in Uptown for several years until they recently sold it. I know it was there when I was 21 and that was 33 years ago and I don't know how long before that. This past year for homecoming - we didn't make one single homecoming mum - guess they don't have the kind of great school spirit we did. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ********************************** >>From Gary Behymer (64) Tri-City Braves... anyone remember a 1st baseman named Bob Thomas (No relation to Bob Thomas from the class of 1964.) He drove one into the lights in right field... I do believe it was still going up when it left the field. How about Steve Dalkowski who was the fastest pitcher 'ever' for the Braves. When he was good, he was very, very good and when he was bad, he 'stunk'. He reminded me a lot of Ryne Duran who used to play for the Yankees. (aka, the 4 eyed flame thrower)... and yes, I can still name all of the players from the 1955 to 1968 teams. (;-) -Gary Behymer (64) ********************************** >>From: Carol Hodgson Neupert (66) Gary, What fun and what a trip!! I hope this went to my brother Bob ('61). I'll forward to him. Sure I remember you and it probably has been since 1964. That's when my folks moved to Edmonds, WA and I graduated from Edmonds Hi. My lucky brother Jim (64) got to stay and graduate as a bomber! That's OK tho, I still glow in the dark! I live in Spokane - we are practically neighbors. I work at Sacred Heart Medical Center, am creeping up on my 30th wedding anniversary with my husband Tom (from Spokane - an LC grad ('66). We have 3 kids - now expanded to 5 with a daughter and a son-in-law. No grand anything, yet. Cheryl DeMers Kingen [66] is in Spokane, too. Don't know her email but I can find it and forward your info to her. I'll hop on soon - but not sure Col Hi grads - other than Christ the King kids - would remember me. My bro Jim grabbed all the attention - right?? All for now. Have a wonderful and Happy Thanksgiving. -Carol Hodgson Neupert (66) ********************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) Re: Rod Collins said: "We all went to Lewis and Clark and Carmichael. I noticed Rick Maddy's name and I assume it is the same one who lived across from Lewis and Clark. Hi Rick! How's your asthma?" 'Tis the same. I came to school, was standing around in the mixer, and someone asked, "Where's Rodney?" Nobody knew. Now we know. Asthma is still around Rod. Always seemed to be worse after chasing down and letting those large tumbleweeds run over me on the L&C lawn during sandstorms. But never have figured out where it comes from or why. Tumbleweeds, pedal pushers, mini-skirts, goatheads in my bicycle tire, tight sweaters, whisky; lots of things bring on episodes. -Rick Maddy (67) ********************************** >>From: Loving spouse of Denise Ewing Maples (90) I just spent the last three hours reading entries from the Alumni Sandstorm. I am the loving spouse of Bomber Alum Denise (Ewing) Maples, class of 1990. Unfortunately, I am not a Bomber or from the Tri- Cities area so I'm not familiar with the people and places which everyone refers to. However, I am fascinated by your stories and the way the fabric of history bonds you together. Denise and I laughed and cried all afternoon. No doubt about it, this is the best of the Web. Now a request, if anyone knows how I can contact RHS and purchase some Bomber memorabilia to surprise Denise with for Christmas, please let me know. -John Maples/Sacramento, California *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ****************************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/30/98 *************************** 5 Bombers and one Bomber Parent sent stuff in: Tony Tellier (57), Lefty Roohr (60), Jim Hamilton (63), Marjo Vinther (77), Stan Podesek (85), Ed Burnet (Parent) ********************************** >>From: Tony Tellier (57) Somebody said: "Lyn Bryson had to be one of Jim's classmates at Col Hi. Bryson began" Call it "Lynn Spin's" and for some odd reason I DO remember who Edo Vanni was. =-ony Tellier ('57), Yuma, AZ ********************************** >>From: Bob Loper (Lefty Roohr) (60) Re: Arlene's florist shop - I think it was '61 when a '55 Crown Victoria Ford went through the wall of Arlene's after high-speeding around Zips, resulting in the addition they made to the building. -Bob Loper (aka Lefty Rooht) (60) ********************************** >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) Have enjoyed reading the memories of my old next door neighbor Jim Russell [58], regarding the Tri City Braves. Me thinks that Jim has the team names slighty askew, with a couple of PCL and CFL teams thrown in to sad the schedule. One of us is wrong. Probably from our living downwind of the "Rose Bowl". As I recall the Northwest League wa made up of the Yakima Bears, Wenatchee Chiefs, Eugene Emeralds, Salem Senators and Lewiston Broncos. I enjoyed many games at Sanders Field, often as a guest of George Pugh and his friend Dwight Hendricks. Later the Tri City team was called the "Atoms", a tee shirt for which can be purchased from Ebbets Field Originals in Seattle. If anyone knows all of the minutia about the Northwest League, and the players, it would have to be Dean Hoff. My heroes included, Edo (Banana Nose) Vanni, Milt Martin, Don Pries, Tommy Perez, Nick Pasute, Vic Bucola, Vern Kinsfather, Steve (Fireball) Dalkowski, and Reggie Hamilton (no relation). I made a special trip to a card show a few years back to get an autograph of Edo Vanni, which I sent to Dave Pugh [62] for his 50th birthday. Edo lives in West Seattle now. There are a million Edo Vanni stories, some of which are true, but I have trouble recalling which ones. I do remember that the team traveled in Chevy station wagons donated by Murphy Motors back in 55 or 56. They were on the radio, me thinks KEPR. That was the same station that brought us Bomber Basketball with Robbie Calhoun at the mike. " Jimmie Walton (or maybe Bobbie Frick) Faking, Driving, Jumping, Shooting, Scoring" and they used to let us listen to the State Tourney Games at school. It was at Sanders Field that I also saw Georgous George wrestle, Satchel Page pitch for the Harlem Globetrotters against The House of David (they all had beards) and my only Roller Derby Game, with Charlie O'Connel and Joanie Weston skating for the Bay Area Bombers. Now after remembering all of that, if I can only remember where my car keys are, It'll have been a pretty good day. SEMPER BOMBERUS -Jim Hamilton (63) ********************************** >>From: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) Speaking of Arlene's Flowers.... I always loved attending their annual holiday open houses! The Christmas arrangements were always so pretty - of course my favorite part was the refreshments! We looked forward to this every year. -Marjo Vinther burt (77) ********************************** >>From: Stan Podesek (85) I figure I ought to see if there is any other 85ers on the Sandstorm. ********************************** >>From: Ed Burnet (Bomber Dad) How many of you CAP Cadets remember cooling their beer with the CO2 fire extinguisher at the old CAP Airport? When you all talked about the Link Trainers, they were fun to fly. I was easy to fly with the hood off to one side. But when they closed the hood you really lost it. I can recall it well. My job was to try and keep them going with nothing but some old spare parts and patching material for the overworked diaphragms. I really am not a Bomber. But I flew the Bombers airplanes during WW 2. I was also Commanding Officer of the CAP Senior Squadron for some seven years. It is a pleasure to read about the Bombers and the things they recall so well when they were in school. We raised 5 children in Richland and all 5 of them are BOMBERS as well. I can recall some of the Fathers of some of you and some of them I know very very well. And some of them were very close persons to me as a friend. My oldest daughter Janice got me hooked up to the SANDSTORM from TEXAS. And I am very glad she did. I am sure if any of my children would get hooked up to the SANDSTORM net, they could really tell some interesting stories of the FUN they all had in those days. Even at my age at that time I also can recall so many good time things some of us did. In fact I have been writing my memoir of my past for some time. There is a lot of it written during the several years that we lived at 1714 Hunt Avenue and 803 Cedar in Richland. If you recall the Richland Flying Service at the AEC airport, well I had a great deal to do with the Flying Business along with some of our employees who were Bombers. Well good night for now, Got to watch my favorite TV program. As ever. Old Timer. Signing off now. Older CAP Senior Capt. -Ed Burnet (Bomber Dad) ******************************************** ******************************************** That's it for this month. Please send more. ******************************************** ******************************************** October, 1998 ~ December, 1998