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   Alumni Sandstorm Archive ~ May, 1999
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17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 *Issues sent by Richard Anderson (60) ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/1/99 Edited and assembled by: Editor pro tem, Richard Anderson (60) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 Bombers sent stuff in: Dick Harris (49), JoAnn Cawdrey (50), Ann Pearson (50), Betty Neal (62), James Hamilton (63), Gordon McMaster (69) Lolly Hertz (71) ************************************************** >>From: Dick Harris (49) Enjoyed your contributions of yesterday! Norma, glad to see you have joined this phenomenon! Norma, I couldn't remember where Totten was, so I had to enter the Bomber Website and find the map of Richland. Then, I had to come up with an intersection of another street that joined it. After a couple of tries, I tried Totten and Willliams and bingo! There you were! Ray, your mentioning hitchhiking brought back lots of memories! I used to hitchhike to Walla Walla on Saturdays to pick up model airplane supplies. After I got to Walla Walla, invariably I'd have a long walk from wherever I got dropped off to a private home on the East side where a man had a shop in his home! Then the walk back to an appropriate spot to try to hitch back. You mention Jerry Blaney. I can't remember whether it was in 8th grade at Marcus Whitman in 1945 or at Col-Hi in the following years, but Jerry had an interesting approach to dress. He would wear a T-shirt outside a longsleeve shirt. It didn't really start a fad, as I remember it. Of course, that wasn't any more different from Ray King's dancing, using the opposite hand to hold his partner's! Maybe some of these idiosyncrasies were caused by the Spudnuts? Do you know of Blaney's whereabouts? -Dick Harris '49 ************************************************************ >>From: JoAnn Cawdrey Leveque (50) Not to be outdone, I must send in a short note to welcome Norma King (49) and say "Hi" to Dick Harris (49), Ray Gillette (49), and Sandra Atwater Boyd (51). You have always been younger, Sandra, but I remember the time that we girls voted you and me the ones most likely to pass for 21. Ray, I remember the time we girls ran into you and Dave Tillson (50) in a Spokane store after (or before???) a basketball game. For some reason, you were wearing rain coats. Where is Dave?? Dick, I am eagerly awaiting the pics of your vehicles! Anyway, it's really neat having this chance to communicate with each other. Thank you Gary, Maren and Editor pro tem, Richard! -Jo Cawdrey Leveque (49 and 50 :-) ************************************************************ >>From: Ann Pearson Burrows (50) To Ray Gillette: Boy do I EVER remember the Conley, Larabee, Marcuum et al basketball team - I remember they went to state (in Seattle) but my parents would not let me go - however I got all the "skinny" from my friends who went!! Those were great years - and over the past 50 years I have, on many occassions, tried to explain how we all lived during those times - most people thought I had a very good imagination and lived in Utopia!! Also, Ray, my sister (Judi, Class of 54)) ran into your brother (George) at a party in Phoenix. They didn't know each other of course, but shared some Richland High stories. To Norma Jean Culverhouse: Good to hear you are on line. Wish we could encourage more of our "46-50" group to respond. To all who wrote notes to my mother, Thelma Pearson (art teacher at Chief Joe and Jefferson): She was thrilled to hear your memories!! Amazingly she remembered who each of you were - I couldn't believe it. She was saddened to hear about Mr. Lind and elated that so many of her students are still enjoying art. She just finished an album cover for a Christmas CD - don't know the name of it yet but will relay when I do. -Ann Pearson Burrows (50) ************************************************************ >>From: Betty Neal Brinkman (62) I just returned from two weeks in Richland caring for my in-laws who are having a bit of a health crisis now. I was told of the lovely flowers that were brought to my mother-in-law while she was in the hospital by two former 5th grade students. Whoever you kind ladies are, I want you to know that they brought her much joy. It was one of the first things she told me when I arrived. I have never been back to Richland during this time of the year. Funny, but I don't remember all the red bud, dogwood, and other flowering trees which bloomed in the spring. I just remember tumbleweeds and cottonwood fluff. How things have changed. -Betty Neal Brinkman ('62) ************************************************************ >>From: James Hamilton (63) Today is May Day, and you know what that means. You answer a knock at the door, but no one is there. Hanging on the door knob is a cone made from a page of a wallpaper sample book. It is stuffed with lilacs and a stick of Juicyfruit gum. You go out off the porch, look up toward Comstock and down toward Benham, and there, peeking out from behind a hedge, is the culprit: The Queen of May Baskets, Louise Wells. The rule book said you had to chase 'em and when you caught 'em, you had to kiss 'em. Never caught her. She was short, but she had some serious wheels. Of course I was usually grounded, and couldn't cross Abert. Happy May Day, Louise! ************************************************************ >>From: Gordon McMaster (69) To Cyndy Brooks Cowan (68): You could not have said it better. It has been most rewarding being one of the "BW"s since I took the ColHi69 class from Gary/Maren last October. It has brought 230+ ColHi69'ers together. One of the major side effects has been the classmates who have been caught-up-with, especially since this is our 30-year reunion. More "missing" have been found and childhood friendships have been renewed. It is a great feeling to be in this place of Bomber History and a quiet way to help. Thanks to Gary and Richard for your taking over this while Maren moves. I know you both have full daily schedules; and, Maren, drive safely this weekend. -Gordie, "BW"-ColHi69 ************************************************************ >>From: Lolly Hertz Hinz (71) I sure am enjoying reading about everyone's memories of Richland! Are there any CK graduates out there? (I know there are.) I went to CK in 7th and 8th grades, and moved to Spokane in '68. I now work as an RN at Holy Names Convent taking care of the old sisters who were our teachers at CK. Does anyone know what happened to Mary Ellen Rowe? She was in my class. I would love to hear from anyone who wants to share memories of being "the CK kids". ******************************************** *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/02/99 Edited and assembled by: Editor pro tem, Richard Anderson (60) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6 Bombers sent stuff in: Ray Gillette (49), Norma Culverhouse (49), Sandra Atwater (51), Dennis Hoff (59), Paula Beardsley (62), Jerry Lewis (73) ************************************************** >>From: Ray Gillette (49) To Dick Harris: Concerning the whereabouts of Jerry Blaney '49: I was having a short conversation with someone else recently about him. Seems that after he went into the service after high school, no one has heard anything from him. To Jo Cawdrey: You asked about Dave Tillson '50. Last time I saw him was about twenty years ago at a reunion. Don't know where he is either. Someone else asked about Vernon Lawson '49. I had heard something a year or so ago that he too was in Arizona. Haven't found him in the phone book though. Anyone knowing the whereabouts of any of the above please report either to the Sandstorm or to me. Anna Mae Wann Thompson (?): Are you listening? Do you know? -Ray Gillette (49) ************************************************************ >>From: Norma Lee Culverhouse King (49) Hello to Sandra, Ray, Dick, Jo, Ann and all the Bomber Alumni. By the way Ann, it is Norma Lee. (Jo I am proud to have inspired you.) Dick, your story about basketball and Gene Conley triggered a memory for me. The very first time I went to a basketball tournament out of town was to Yakima in 1948. I couldn't believe my parents let me go. Either six or eight girls were sharing a room for four. One afternoon practically the whole basketball team was in our room (perfectly innocent). There was a knock on the door and, because we girls were feeling guilty about having too many girls in a room for four, we panicked and made all the guys and a few of the girls hide (in case it was hotel management at the door). Gene Conley hid in the bathtub. It was just another kid at the door so everyone started coming out of hiding. I will never forget the sight of Gene unwinding trying to get out of that small tub. I hope Gene has a king-size tub now. That weekend was the start of my long-time friendship with Barbara Barron Doyle. We connected because we both put hair up the same way - in pin curls with bobby pins. We could do it in the dark. I am really enjoying reading all the memories. Keep them coming. -Norma Lee Culverhouse King (49) ************************************************************ >>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) My, what a great surprise to read the Sandstorm this morning and see some of the "a-bit-older-Bombers" writing in! I too have wondered where Blaney went - never hear anything about him. I'm sure glad that you didn't want to be "outdone" Jo. Oh yes, I do remember that you and I were thought to look the oldest, but you didn't finish the story! Do you remember? Ha! Ann, because we were in Pep Club, I too remember the basketball team and all the other teams. Oh what fun we used to have! Remember the time that a bunch of us girls wouldn't get you home on time and you got into trouble? Also, I think it was you that - at least one time - we put in the trunk of the car to sneak you into the drive-in down by the Richland Y - trying to save money!!!! What did it cost to get in then? Keep the memories coming for us "a-bit-older-Bombers"!!!!! All the talk of Spudnuts just keeps going on and on. I am sure going to have one in Sept.! Thank you for the Sandstorm every morning! Sure glad you got online Norma! -Sandra Atwater Boyd '51 ************************************************************ >From the FIRST Alumni Guestbook >>From: Dennis Hoff (59) This site is so good I think (I'm not sure though) that I wiped away a couple of tears. What great memories!!! Too many to print but thinking of how much fun it will be to relive them this year at the 40th with old friends. I think I saw someone mention before that it would be fun to group a couple of years together sometime for a reunion. I know I had several close friends from years just before and after mine. Maybe when we get around to our 50th -- yikes! For those of the Class of 1960, Sharon Jean Otey, God rest her soul, my wife of 30 years, passed away in 1991. ************************************************************ >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) To Ray Gillette: When you head to Washington this summer, why don't you bring George and Dorothy with you? I know my Dad, Paul Beardsley, would love to visit along with some other old Jaycees. To Betty Brinkman: I guess you were here to help Brink after his surgery. Hope he is doing better. He visits my Kiwanis club all the time and we have missed him. What a neat guy!! Last call for "Long Road to Self-Government" books. Dad is ready to go to print and will order only a few more than I have orders for. Looks like the price will be $16.50 shipped. If you haven't already placed an order, or want to change your order, e-mail me with how many copies you want and a snail mail address for shipping. Later this month I will e-mail my address (to mail your payment to) to everyone who has already ordered. We have been really pleased with the response so far. Glad to know we still care about Richland and how it and we grew up. Or did we?? -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ************************************************************ >>From: Jerry Lewis (73) Re: Paula Moberg Bigelow's comments about feelings raised by the Littleton, CO shootings. I was talking with a co-worker who is younger than me about what had changed since we were young regarding violence and firearms. He reminded me of the bomb threats, which brought back the memories of clearing out of RHS and hanging around while the fire department came and checked out the buildings. I don't think anything was ever found and I don't think I ever felt threatened by them. I had to go to Seattle to have my close call with a real bomb. I think it was in the summer of '74. I was in the Capitol Hill Safeway, intently trying to decide on which item to purchase when I felt a compression shock and the store filled with a light haze of smoke. Fortunately, I was having difficulty deciding. Had I been more decisive, I might have been closer to the blast. The bomb was up front near the big dog food sacks. It blew out a window and scattered some dog food, but I don't recall any injuries. -Jerry Lewis (73) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/03/99 Edited and assembled by: Editor pro tem, Richard Anderson (60) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5 Bombers sent stuff in: Gary Behymer (64), Dick Harris (49), Jo Cawdrey (49 and 50), Kathy Miller (58), Carol Converse (64) ************************************************** =======ANNOUNCEMENT======= >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Looking in my Richland box, I came across another nine (9) photo copies of Dick Donnell's "Dupus Boomer". These can be had for the cost of postage! First nine people to request a copy will have one mailed to them. All that I ask is that you reimburse the 'priority mail' postage. [$3.20 -RA] ************************************************************ >>From: Dick Harris (49) Have any of you felt like I have regarding typing skills? Now that we have a real need to use keyboard skills, we can take advantage of making that decision to take typing back in our junior or senior year. Thank God - and was it Mrs. Brown, the typing teacher? - who somehow got me through that course. I used to get so nervous that I thought I was going to get sick during those typing tests! Then there were decades when I hardly touched a keyboard and others did all of my typing! Then, suddenly, we join the cyberspace kids and we revert to using those skills which were ingrained in us so well! -Dick Harris '49 ************************************************************ >>From: Jo Cawdrey Leveque (49 and 50) To Ann Pearson (50): I bet you were thinking of Norma Jean Anderson (Manley). I saw on the Memorial page that she is listed as deceased. Does anyone know anything about her - Larry or her kids??? To Norma Culverhouse (49): You guys are right, the '48 Bomber basketball team was the best. Not only Conley, but Jerry's Anderson and Neidhold, Larrabee, Hammond, Dick Dawald, et al. The last time I saw Gene Conley was at a party as Shirley Russell's house - he was getting ready to leave for Boston to play ball and Katie Disney was sitting on his lap and kissing his face off!!! She later flew back to marry him and, as far as I know, they're still married. Ray Conley - tell us what's happening. (I can't believe I remember that). To Ray Gillette: I don't know where Blaney, Lawson, or Tillson are, but I think Ann Pearson said Schermer was in San Diego. And Sandra, we Pep Clubbers were the best marchers, ever!! My grandkids have the bomb emblem from my sweater and pin it on for Halloween costumes, occasionally. -Jo Cawdrey Leveque (49 and 50) ************************************************************ >>From: Kathy Miller Cotton '58 Who remembers summers working in Walla Walla at the cannery? I remember the summer after my junior year. My parents consented to let me and several friends (and my later-to-be sister-in-law, Birthel Edens) go to Walla Walla to work in the Birdseye Pea cannery. What fun. We borrowed my brother's 1940 or so Ford convertible and tooled through Walla Walla with several girls sitting up on the back seat screaming and yelling. Much to our surprise, we went through town once and someone on the street yelled "there's those girls from Richland!" After that we tried to tone it down somewhat. We stayed in the "Y" and pepped it up by going out on the roof at night and staying up till all hours. Our work in the cannery was mundane to say the least and our hands were numb from sorting through peas on the conveyer belt - occasionally tossing out a mouse. When I went home, I was $50 in debt to my mother - having spent all I made and then some. Does anyone else remember that summer? Myrtle Hogan and Birthel Edens are all whom I can remember though I know there were several more of us. Speak up if you do. My brother, Michael Miller, is trying to connect with Danny Crabtree (58). His whereabouts, anyone? Last year - 40th anniversary - was sort of a catharsis of old friends reuniting. Makes me wonder why this sort of thing didn't happen at other reunions - like the 25th. Perhaps life has slowed down (with many of my classmates retired) and we start to have more time to reflect on life and cherish the great moments of growing up in a unique culture and time. Love to hear from other classmates and friends - also from the Class of '59. -Kathy Miller Cotton '58 ************************************************************ >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) I, too, remember how awful it was not to be able to wear pants to school, especially in the dead of winter. And those rainy and windy days! When I heard that they had changed the dress code, I was in shock. Why couldn't they have changed it a couple years before we graduated? To this day, though, I can wear shorts in the cool weather with no problem. I guess we really had got toughened up by those long-ago days. I remember wearing pants under my dress in early grade school. It was just too cold for a little kid to walk to school wearing nothing on her legs. Can't wait for those spudnuts this summer at the reunion. Later, Carol Converse Maurer *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/04/99 Edited and assembled by: Editor pro tem, Richard Anderson (60) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers sent stuff in: Norma Culverhouse (49), Dick Harris (49), Ferna Garoutte (5?), Ken Dudney (59), Peg Sheeran (63), Gary Behymer (64), Gregor Hanson (65), Linda Pohlod (67), Pam Pyle (69), Lori Lyso (78), Joe Cole (8?) ************************************************** >>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49) Norma Jean Anderson (Class of '51 or '52?) was living in Tacoma and died not too long ago. Her ex, Larry (not a Richland alumnus), died a long time ago. She had remarried. I think most of her children live in the Tacoma area except for her oldest son Mike. He lives in the Tri-Cities. Thanks Mary Mike (Arbogast) for the phone call. It was nice to hear from you. Yes, I remember not being allowed to wear pants to school. And wearing the ballerina slippers without socks (no way would we wear nylons to school in '49) in the coldest weather. My toes would be practically frozen by the time I walked to school. Sandra and Jo, I am really curious. Why was there a vote on who looked the oldest? Dick, I remember Mrs. Brown, the typing teacher. Was she the one who (I heard later) ended up in an institution for the insane? You didn't have anything to do with that did you? All her students probably did. On the other hand, maybe it was just a rumor started by some of her students. Now that I am older I really have a lot of sympathy for all high school teachers. -Norma Culverhouse King (49) ************************************************************ >>From: Dick Harris (49) If anybody has knowledge of any annuals for the Classes of '46, '47, '48, or '50 which are for sale, please let me know. My sister purchased one in '47 and I purchased the '49, thinking that that was adequate. Thanks! Ray Gillette: Do you remember plaid cords and dirty cords and cords with names inscribed with pencil? The more names and short messages, the better! And, of course, they had to be rolled up on the bottom of the pant legs. Long sleeve shirts were usually rolled up one or two times and T-shirts and short sleeve shirts had the sleeves rolled up, too. Does that bring any recollections? -Dick Harris '49 ************************************************************ >>From: Ferna Garoutte Hicks (5?) It's hard to believe all the memories that this page has brought back to life. I called my daughter - she would have been in the class of 1978 - but we moved to Spokane and she graduated from there; and now she is hooked on the Alumni Sandstorm. I remember the weekly dances: Monday at the Social Club in Kennewick, Wednesday and Saturday at the Hi Spot, and Thursday in Pasco. I remember one night that LoAnna pushed her father's car a couple of blocks away from home and then picked up the rest of us to go tooling. She denies it to this day but we have witnesses. Lots more to the story, huh LoAnna? Has anyone heard from the Ingmire sisters? It's great to hear from all of you. I have been trying to get my brother, Ruffus Garoutte, to get on line and check in with his class. He does come to all the reunions. ************************************************************ >>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni site guest book >>From: Ken Dudney (59) I was at a skeet shoot in Savannah, Georgia this past weekend and a shooter came up to me and told me about this site. What a great idea. Nostalgia really sells in this day and time, and we all know why. Not much good stuff happening right now. Hope so later. Can't make the reunion this summer (Class of 59), but maybe some of you will e-mail me back and tell me all about it. ************************************************************ >>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) To Kathy Miller Cotton ('58): My sister, Sally Sheeran, graduated with you, but your note reminded me of those dozen or so girls in my Class of '63. We went to Pendleton Frozen Foods the summer after graduation, to earn millions before college or whatever, and it was the same scenario as yours. Our folks drove us down there, where we stayed in little apartments - four or more to a room to save moeny. Thought we'd meet all sorts of guys, but after they made us wear these lovely hair nets to work on the pea conveyor belt, we didn't WANT the guys to see us. As I recall the peas "ran out" early, so we had to head back to Richland, and I think we were all in the hold financially. Ah, but what a learning experience, huh? Is anyone who went down with us reading this on-line? -Peg Sheeran Finch (63) ************************************************************ >>From: Gary Behymer (64) To Kathy Miller Cotton (58): Yes, I remember those days & nites at the Walla Walla Cannery, aka Rogers Walla Walla, aka American Fine Foods. Twelve-hour shifts six or seven days a week. Asparagus in June, peas in June and July, then to corn in August. We had 130 or so people working each shift. It sure put a lot of kids through college. ************************************************************ >>From: Gregor Hanson (65) "Bomber grad receives WSU Alumni Achievement Award" Recent news item about a member of RHS Class of '65 (and a former CKer, too): Eugene J. Voiland, a 1969 WSU graduate who has spent nearly three decades in the oil business, received the WSU Alumni Achievement Award April 23. The award recognizes Voiland for leadership in his profession, personal service and loyalty to the Department of Chemical Engineering and WSU. Voiland is president and CEO of AERA Energy, a joint venture of CalResources, a Shell Oil affiliate, and Mobil Explorations, which explores off-shore oil production. Previously, as CEO of CalResources, he headed the largest oil producer in California and now leads an even greater effort to provide new sources of energy for the West Coast. The Bakersfield, Calif., resident has served on the College of Engineering and Architecture Advisory Board since 1991, and also is a member of WSU's Chemical Engineering Advisory Board. He was named a Distinguished Chemical Engineering Alumnus in 1991. Congratulations Gene!! ************************************************************ >>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni site guest book >>From: LINDA POHLOD RUSHING (67) I WAS LOOKING FOR A FRIEND OF MINE FROM THE CLASS OF '66, JOHN MARSHALL. IS HE OUT THERE? IS THERE ANYONE FROM THE CLASS OF '67 WHO REMEMBERS ME? JUST WONDERING. I LIVE IN KENT, WASH. NOW AM MARRIED AND HAVE TWO ADULT CHILDREN AND ONE 14 YEAR OLD. I AM A PROUD GRANDMA OF ONE GRANDSON. HOPE TO HEAR FROM SOMEONE. THANKS, -LINDA (POHLOD) RUSHING HELLO GARY, I THINK THIS IS THE SAME JOHN I REMEMBER. SOMETIMES HE WENT BY THE NAME OF PETER ALSO. HE HUNG AROUND WITH ROB WARREN. IS THIS RINGING ANY BELLS? I DIDN'T REALIZE HE WAS THAT MUCH OLDER THEN I WAS. MY, HOW TIME HAS FLOWN. ANY INFO WOULD BE APPRECIATED. THANKS [Searching for John Marshall, Class of 1965 or 1966. 'Come in please'! --Gary Behymer] ************************************************************ >>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) Carol Converse Maurer (64) has dredged up yet another of my less-than-warm-and-fuzzy memories about early life in Richland. Having to wear "leggings" - mine were actually cordouroy pants - under our dresses to stay warm for the walk to and from school. Every Christmas season, my family and I laugh till we cry over the movie "A Christmas Story." A particularly funny segment depicts the 50's mom dressing her two boys up for the walk to school in winter. The little one has so many layers on that his older brother (the film's narrator) comments that he looks like a tick about to pop. The poor kid whines something inaudible from inside the scarf that his mother has wrapped around his neck and face. Unable to understand him, she unwraps the scarf and hears him cry, "I can't put my arms down!" (His various layers are so thick that, indeed, his arms are stuck straight out.) As she's wrapping him up again, she says with a degree of frustration, "Oh can put your arms down when you get to school!" Easy for HER to say. The WORST part of wearing all those extra pants layers under the dresses was having to UN-LAYER at the classrooom closet upon arrival! In elementary school, I also wore these awful brown oxford type "corrective shoes." (They were apparently supposed to do something about the "knock knees" I still have today.) There was NO WAY to get a pair of pants off over those shoes!! More often than not, I opted to wear the pants under the dress for most of the day - if I was allowed to get away with it. This, of course, made for interesting trips to the restroom. There were multiple layers to peel: cordouroy pants, a pair or two of tights, unders .... It was best not to wait too long before asking to go to the restroom, since the layer-peeling took longer than the act for which one made the trip in the first place. Now, when we had RAIN or SNOW along with the cold, then there were also the dreaded "galoshes" - unbelievably ugly rubber things, usually black or yellow or red, with maybe six or eight buckles, which were worn over the shoes. And I GUESS they were SUPPOSED to slide on and off with relative ease - or so my mother insisted each time she struggled to get the things on over my shoes before school. I never took off a pair of "galoshes" once that I didn't also end up with shoes left down in the things and socks half off, too .... It was a TOUGH life back then ... in times prehistoric. Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock '69 ************************************************************ >>From: Lori A. Lyso Metz (78) I have been *so* enjoying reading all the memories, names and years. Some names I recognized because of my classmates, some names from the class of my brother, Kurt Lyso (72), and some names were familiar from the class of my sister, Jeri Lyso (71). After moving away in '84 for good, and then after my father passed away in '92 and my mother sold the house and moved away, I loved finding a meeting place for people with a shared past. However, I am one of those people who possesses a Swiss cheese type memory. (Like I couldn't remember what school day we typically had chili and cinammon rolls. Or, that I ever remember even *having* chili and cinammon rolls! Actually, once I was prompted about them, I did remember eating them. Just not on what day.) So I am blessed that my sister has a wonderful memory of life in the Lyso household on Horn Avenue, and that my best friend from school, Rhonda (Miller) Williams has the other part of my childhood memories. Where would I be without these two??? I wanted to mention two teacher names I recognized: one is Patti McClaughlin (and I forget her married name). She taught English and an appreciation for poetry while I was at Chief Jo in ninth grade (around '74-'75). Also I loved seeing Ralph Myrick's name. He taught me in fifth grade in '71 at Jefferson, and to me, most notably, had our class write to soldiers in Viet Nam. Recently, I was able to re-locate and re-contact *my* particular assigned-soldier - got some closure on that one. Mr. Myrick gave me my first personal contact with the Viet Nam war (and also taught our class how to march around the playground chanting (cleaned up versions of) Marine chants). What fun! That is all I wanted to comment on for now. (Oh, I never thought the name and symbol of our high school was even the least bit unusual until I was thirty and living in Florida.) -Lori A. (Lyso) Metz '78 ************************************************************ >>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni site guest book >>From: Joe Cole (8?) Cool Website!! I haven't heard nor seen my classmates in almost twenty years. It's exiting to look through the list and remember the different people and the crimes that were committed with all!! *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/05/99 Edited and assembled by: Editor pro tem, Richard Anderson (60) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5 Bombers sent stuff in: Cliff Judd (49), Patti McLaughlin (65), Rob Peutz (73), Julie Ham (77), Mary Foley 77) ************************************************** >>From: Cliff Judd (49) What is this, the Class of '59 and others are talking about being the old ones??? Where are the others from the Class of '49?? I didn't get to Sacajawea until the spring of '45. Richard Harris (49) had already left for Marcus Whitman. Speaking of remembering: how many remember the nickel buses?? Were they free before the fare went up to a nickel?? Remember the open back yards which were mowed and watered by the government, or swimming in the canals out in what now is West Richland? Hey Dick Roberts (49): How can you have a grandson in Cal Poly?? Are we that old?? When I went to Cal Poly, you could still get Pismo Clams by the bushel and the whole school was 90% Korean War vets. Also it was male only - the girls didn't come till later. Things have changed. Dick, are you coming to the 50th??? -Cliff Judd (49) ************************************************************ >>From: Patti McLaughlin Cleavenger (65) To Lori Lyso: I remember you, you sweet student you! I loved teaching; I wish I had never stopped. Life is strange! I am still in Richland - but I do hope to get away when I retire (I am a librarian at Battelle, now). So where are you, Lori, and what are you doing? Tell us more! -Patti McLaughlin Cleavenger ************************************************************ >>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni site guest book >>From: Rob Peutz (73) Joined the Navy, right out of high school, Class of '73, and have been gone since. Still sailing all over the world. Reading these pages makes me homesick. ************************************************************ >>From: Julie Ham Froehlich (77) To Dick Harris (49): It's funny to see you mention the dirty cords. About a month ago, during a conversation with my mother about fads, she told me about that one from her day. My dad used to roll his up and put them under his mattress so that his mother wouldn't find them and wash them! My parents graduated from Zillah High School ('48 & '50 I think). That one is more awful than the bell bottom hip hugger pants (yuck!) that I used to wear. To Ken Dudney: Are you related to Marva and Calvin Dudney? ************************************************************ >>From: Mary Foley Bazzano (77) Seeing the name Eugene Voiland brought up some CK memories for me. I think it was probably his daughter, Anne, who was in grade school with us (Bomber Class of 1977, eventually). Great recess memories of serious kickball contests with the likes of Anne Mitzlaff Gerken and Janie Crowley Smith. The pepclub mentions also brought memories back. My old pepclub/letterman's jacket hangs proudly in the closet. My daughter wanted to use it for dressup, but I couldn't bear it. All for now, -Mary Foley Bazzano '77 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/06/99 Edited and assembled by: Editor pro tem, Richard Anderson (60) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5 Bombers sent stuff in: Ray Gillette (49), Kathy Miller (58), Rose Boswell (61), Vicki Owens (72), Wife of WILLIAM DRAKE (78) ************************************************** Editorial notes from the Editor pro tem, Richard Anderson: Ahem, devoted readership! Soon Maren shall arrive in NoDak and will find that many of the submitters have fallen into dith..picable[1] habits; namely, you are failing to identify yourselves completely: Name (duh!), Maiden Name (not everybody knows you married Giancarlo Fitzmaus), and Class Year (to keep everything tidily in order). So, SURPRISE HER! It will make her staring at her monitor while seated on some crate less stressful. -Anderson [1]- The USPS has finally done something right! The white-ring-necked black duck is on a stamp. ************************************************************ >>From: Ray Gillette (49) To Clifford Judd; Alas, Cliff, we ARE getting to be THAT old. Dick Roberts got married in 1953 and has four children. I recently had the privilege of a visit from the Dick (Richard) Robertses and they certainly are not very old. Especially his lovely wife Carol Tyner Roberts (52). BTW, thank you Richard for sending me your copy of the 1949 Columbian. I have been revisiting it for the last day or so. I liked the '48 Columbian better, probably because there were more pictures of me in that one. The '49 annual had a good picture of Walt Menefee dancing with Norma Culverhouse though, and they looked pretty good. -Ray Gillette (49) ************************************************************ >>From: Kathy Miller Cotton (58) I'm on a memory kick remembering hot summer days and cool canals. I lived just one block from the canal where there was a footbridge over it. This was the local gathering spot for the neighborhood kids and probably also of some of you who lived in Richland. I remember one particular day riding down the canal on Ted Kukendahl's shoulders - such horsing around. The canal was a life of its own with a plethora of flotsam & jetsam - yes, dead rabbits floating by, junk, snakes in the weeds, etc. Plus often very dirty water. We also would shoot the flumes - a scary experience. The covered flumes with cobwebs, etc., and the swiftness of the water took courage to enter. Once in, it was exhilarating and a challenge to make it through. West Richland - another subject. During my years there, it was the "wrong side of the tracks" and we West Richland kids felt it too. My parents elected to live in a trailer on a lot and many of my friends lived similar lifestyles. Two kids in a 35' space with one bathroom and one official bedroom. Imagine! Today, two baths in a house is minimal. It is wonderful to see the development and the respectability that has bestowed itself on my old stomping grounds. The riding academy. Miles of trails with horses which were lethargic at best and stop-and-go at worst. Getting them out of the barn and into the desert was an effort but worth it when they turned south. Memories of their youth must have returned because they raced the wind to hit the barn. This was the best. Clothes: Girls: knee high baggy pants, full gathered skirts, girls that were identifiable, white buck shoes, sleeveless blouses, ankle socks, going steady shirts, poodle skirts, Jantzen & Webfoot sweaters, Pendleton jackets. Boys: jeans falling off the rear, rolled up sleeves on t-shirts and button ups. Anything I forgot? Mrs. Brown's typing class. Maybe she was at the end of her career when I arrived on the scene, but her favorite garb was a man's white t-shirt and, so it appeared then, no bra. It was definitely an off the wall dress standard for teachers and the other teachers must have considered her odd. But she could teach typing and today I am thankful for this start on "keyboarding." More later, Kathy Miller Cotton (58) ************************************************************ >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) What have they done with the Indian Burial Grounds? I remember when we moved to West Richland that my brother used to take me up there. We didn't do any digging but we searched for beads. That was in 1948. Now we have more respect. Or I hope we do. I have all the Sandstorms from my senior year. Don't know why I kept them; I never did anything. But it's neat to see them and all of you who did participate in everything. I don't recognize you as adults unless I've seen you since then. We used to ride the bus to school and I remember the sand stinging our legs while waiting for it. No pants in those days. I always loved the spring mornings over there. I would get up at sunrise and walk the ditch road, scattering the scorpions. My friend Kathy Williams lived at the ditch-rider's house and I would walk up there occasionally. Does anyone remember my friend Beth Hamby's aunt and uncle? They had a farm and Aunt Faye brought a baby lamb by our neighborhood one time. I was really small and remember she had a baby bottle to feed it with. I was thrilled. So nice to see all the nostalgia; makes me homesick for my childhood. -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ************************************************************ >>From: Vicki Owens (72) To Mary Foley Bazzano (77): Eugene Voiland (who I remember as "Gino") was Anne Voiland's eldest brother. There were 12 Voilands -- six boys and six girls -- and they were all exceptionally nice people. If my memory serves me well on their birth order, I went through CK with Ruth (#7), had a classmate marry Joe (#6), enjoyed Mary (#4) as my summer camp counselor, and grew up about a block from their Cedar Street ranch house. Gino and Bill (the two oldest) were really into basketball, helped along by a very nice court in their backyard. Then their dad got a job in Illinois, and that was that. It's no surprise that Anne was good at kickball. Ruth was a whiz at prison dodgeball. If you got hit by one of her throws, you got a real stinging sensation! Having you mention recess brought back a lot of CK memories for me, too. By the 1960s, it was still the only grade school in Richland with a fully-paved playground. That meant that every time you fell down (or got helped down), you ended up with a scraped knee (or two). The nuns had some green liquid soap that they used to wash the skinned knees. I've never seen that soap any other place, except in the hands of a CK nun. It stung like %!@#*, and I was convinced that those nuns enjoyed applying it! For many years I was convinced that you could tell Richland Catholics by the scars and calluses on their knees. ************************************************************ >>From: Wife of WILLIAM DRAKE (78) I am thoroughly enjoying the messages in the Sandstorm. My husband, Bill (Class of '78) has been chuckling at your memories and anecdotes, too. I wonder if the Gherardo family ever knew what an Icon of Richland they were and still are with the Spudnuts. I travel from the wilderness to do my shopping in the Tri-Cities a few times a month and still savor the flavor of the wonderful little confections. My kids are always happy when we bring three or four dozen home for them. I have even shared the experience with good friends in Enumclaw while we lived there for a few years. Whenever they come and visit us they call ahead and ask for Spudnuts to be waiting! I have another donut memory.... My friend Gayle (Walley) Burnham and I would buy boxes of those wonderful raspberry filled Hostess powdered donuts when they first came out in the 70's. We would get our cold milk and down a box each while watching the Brady Bunch and the Partridge Family on a Friday night. I was so skinny then..... Those were the days! *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/07/99 Edited and assembled by: Editor pro tem, Richard Anderson (60) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 Bombers sent stuff in: Jean Armstrong (64), Renee Nowakowski (66) ************************************************************ Editorial note: As you are no doubt aware of by now, the GO Network decided to suspend operation without notice (as far as I know) for a day and a half or so. The site TOC ("ALL Bombers ...") resides there; so, of course, nobody could get at anything until GO came back up. Anyway, I'm attributing the paucity of Alumni Sandstorm entries to this heavy-handed treatment of the main portal to Bomberville. Maybe things will get to normal in a day or two. -Anderson ************************************************** >>From: Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64) FYI... I have Mr. Smith's address (6th grade at Lewis and Clark) Anyone interested in having it to drop him a line and let him know what a great teacher he was can e-mail me for it. Thanks to the Sandstorm for helping me to locate friends from the lost years, and bringing them back to the present. Looking forward to our 35th in August. See you all there. -Jean Armstrong Reynolds '64 ************************************************************ >>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni site guest book >>From: Renee Nowakowski (66) Had nothing to do at work today and was looking for a florist in Richland so I could send my mom some Mother's Day flowers - found this site instead. Only saw one name I recognized, Bill Hames, who married my best friend, Pam Rust. Hey you guys. I now live in California, in a Bay Area bedroom community - hardly ever make it "home" and nobody believes me about spudnuts. -Renee ******************************************** Gary out of town until Sunday night. Happy Mother's Day! Sarah F. Behymer June 27, 1915 to September 19, 1992 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** No Sandstorm on the 8th *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** No Sandstorm on the 9th *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/10/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers and 1 Spudnut Fan sent stuff in: Mary Triem (47), Anna May Wann (49), Dick Roberts (49), Gary Hunt (57), Gloria Falls (58), Connie Madron (60), Marilyn Baird (60), Nancy Weston (61), Tom Hann (61), Jackie DeVries (62), Donna Bowers (63), Carol Converse (64), Patti McLaughlin (65), Mina Jo Gerry (68), Rick Valentine (68), Patty Stordahl (72), Pat Keller (Spudnut Fan) ******************************************************* >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) TO: Terry Hutson Semmern - '74 I can't believe it - transferring from Prodigy Classic to Prodigy Net has caused us a few problems, not the least of which is the loss of some of our addresses - please reply to this so I can send you a personal note. Sorry for the delay in answering. -Mary Triem Mowery '47 ******************************************************* >>From: Anna May Wann Thompson (49) To Dick Harris (49), Ray Gillette (59) and Sandra Atwater (51): I'm sorry that I haven't answered some of the questions of "where abouts". Jerry Blaney called us about 5 years ago (my memory is pretty loose) just after his wife passed away. He was really blue, he wanted to know if I knew how to reach Sandra Atwater. The only address I had was an Othello address and no phone number, so I told him to call Jean Williamson Dreher. They had a long conversation but none of us knew how to get a hold of Sandra. He just wanted to talk about old times. He said he had dated her in High School. Anyway Jerry belongs to club 40 and if anyone wants his address and phone number, send me e-mail for it. If any of you call him before our reunion, tell him to come to our reunion. Don't know if he has re-married or what. I have Dave Tillson's address and phone number if anyone wants it. Now that I have helped you locate a few of the oldies can any of the rest of you tell me the whereabouts of the following class of '49 so we can invite them to our 50th reunion this September: Would appreciate mailing addresses or phone numbers if possible: Eugene Alm, Susan Anderson Shattuck, Donald Arbogast, Nancy Archibald, Joe Armstrong, Ed Buetler, Gary Boutwell, Sadie Brakke, Mary Budinger, Bob Burrell, Dorane Carpenter, Sallie Carroll, Donna Chaussee, Delbert Chaves, Charles Clausen, Dan Coheely, Laura Coker, James Cole, Marcelene Comstock Shreve, L. D. Crotchett, Jr., Art Cutler, Jack Davis, Richard Dawald, Maxine Draszt, Joe Dan Dwyer, DeLoy Eddington, Edward Eisert, Willy Ann Erickson, Don Farley, Alpha Ferguson, Joe Flickinger, Ed Groman, Arty Hammons, Ralph Harper, Jackie Henning, Harold Hight, Wanda Howard, Walter Hyrkas, Jenevieve Issacs, Jerry Jernigan, Evelyn Kingsley, Dixie Landon, John Lockwood, Marilyn McManus, Shirley McRae, Bobbie Martin, Charles Martin, Walter Masters, Dale Meader, Joanne Messerly Rice, Joan Newell, Paul Phillips, Mary Ann Pruden Buyer, Eleanor Raynor, Gene Roberts, Milton Robertson, James Sanders, Richard Schultz, Jack Seaman, Leon Seaman, Bob Sheppard, Barbara Smith, Gary Smith, L. D. Smith, William Wahl, Janet Wallin, Rick Woods. Any of you youngsters out there, are any of these your mom or dad, or you aunt or uncle or your next neighbor while you were growing up, that maybe your mom or dad (or grandparents) might know their current addresses. Any help will be greatly appreciated. My e-mail address is: [deleted for privacy] FAX (425) 883-3516 -Anna May Wann Thompson (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Dick Roberts (49) Norma Culverhouse (49): Your mention of the irrigation ditch that you swam in after you arrived from Texas reminded me of Ken Ely (49), some others and me who discovered this well trimmed, lovely blond from Texas, in her swim wear, who was going to join us in high school in the Fall. We couldn't wait to share this discovery with the rest of our friends. You were a real treat. And, still are, of course. Hey Cliff Judd (49), The clams are gone, there are girls at Cal Poly, or my grandson wouldn't be going there, and Carol (Tyner) '52 and I live in Grover Beach, adjacent to Pismos Beach and have been here since 1988 soon after I retired. Well, sort of retired. You bet we will be going to the 50th. Bonese Collins (49) and Glenn Turner (49) will be traveling in their car along with us in our RV. We hope to meet up with Joe Wilson (49), Rick Reed (49), Ken Ely (49) and Lurene (Bernie Bernhart) Reed (52) while were are passing through Sacramento. If you are anywhere nearby, let us know. See you in Richland. Dick Harris (49): I do indeed remember plaid cords. In fact Rex Davis (49) and I probably had the first pair ever presented in Richland. For some reason, we were in some remote town in Idaho and they were on sale in a haberdashery there. Probably couldn't sell them to anyone else. Rex Davis (49): Do you remember those plaid cords we had and the hit we made with them when we got back to Richland? You are probably not as old as I am and have a much better memory. Where did we buy them? -Dick Roberts (49) ******************************************************* from the FIRST Bomber Alumni site guest book >>From: Gary Hunt (57) After moving around we are back living in Kennewick. At our 40th reunion it was said that Mike Mills had left this life for places unknown! I was so glad to find out that this was NOT TRUE! We talked on the phone; he still has MILLS MUSIC in four cities in the Bellevue area (1-800-222-9998). I don't know who started this JOKE but I for one did NOT find it funny. We could be on the road again soon, so e-mail fast! -Gary Hunt (57) ****************************************************** >>From: Gloria Falls Evans (58) To all my classmates of 58: Wishing all of you ladies a very Happy Mother's Day. I enjoy all the stories and memories thru the Sandstorm. -Gloria Falls Evans (58) ******************************************************* >>From: Connie Madron Hall (60) RE: Bombers in Phoenix I have been checking in to this site for quite some time. It seems to me there are quite a few Bomber Alumni in the Phoenix Metro Area. If you would like to get together, e-mail me at and I'll see if I can get us together before it warms up or after it cools down. That goes for you too, Donna, in and around Tucson. Anyone down there who would like to drive up, let me know also. -Connie Madron Hall (60) ******************************************************* >>From: Marilyn Baird (60) If all of us in the Bay Area got together, we could have our "Bomber" Reunion..... ******************************************************* >>From: Nancy Weston Sheakley (61WB) Please include me in your Sandstorm Newsletter I didn't graduate but grew up in Richland and went to school through tenth grade. And I do remember the picture of the school on the web page. I graduated in 1961 in California but missed my home town school. Mary Mike Harnett Arbogast (61) and I have stayed in touch for many years and she let me know about the newsletter. I sure would like to be included. Thanks, -Nancy Weston Sheakley (61) ***************************************************** >>From: Tom Hann ('61) Gary; Thanks for the e-mail. You may have figured out that I am class of '61. I would appreciate receiving the Alumni Sandstorm via e-mail. Please use e-mail address: [deleted for privacy] ,thanks. Also if you are in contact with any others from class of '61 please pass along my e-mail address. If there is a place in the Alumni Sandstorm or any other newsletter, etc. please add it. I have not received any info on class reunions because of several address changes. Had even sent a letter to the High School to pass along to anyone from class of '61. I had lived at 910 Smith and 104 Craighill while in Richland. Thank you for your e-mail. -Tom Hann (61) ******************************************************* >>From: Jackie DeVries Brown (62) I really enjoy this site. I was unhappy the other day when it was down. I'm glad to know it is back. Does anyone remember the Passport Plunge? We went swimming there with the CYO (Catholic Youth Organization) several times. It was 24 feet deep. It was really neat, at the time. I don't think it is there any more. -Jackie DeVries Brown (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Donna Bowers Rice (63) Dear Sandstorm: Can I remember WARBALL at Chief Jo and our sophomore year at Col-Hi! Just my most favorite game. As a matter of fact, I think it might liven up a few reunions. Can just see us as 55 yr. olds, racing for the line to get those balls so we could pepper each other to get our rivals out. Those in wheel chairs could have a head start - Rosalie you could get them all! We could have school rivalries and gals against the guys. I don't think I've ever grown up and frankly, I don't ever care to. GAA provided a lot of great times. Miss Sherwood (Chief Jo) was a good PE teacher and encouraged girls basketball (although it was only 1/2 court), the trip to Eastern Wash. State College to participate in Gymnastics in the late 50's was a first. How thankful I was for any sort of athleticism, a great outlet for one with too much enthusiasm. Now I look with great pride at how far women's sports have come. My own daughters were the recipient of all those changes, both went through college on athletic scholarships but HEY, they never knew WARBALL, did they? Too bad!!! Oh, and yes, there was Steel the Pins. I wonder if anyone plays these any more. Just Happy Memories: -Donna Bowers Rice, Class of 63-Not finished-just begun! ******************************************************* >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) All you Moms out there in Bomberland: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!! this Sunday. We're leaving for a week's vacation tomorrow. I'll look forward to all the Sandstorms to get caught up on when we get back. Later, -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Patti McLaughlin Cleavenger (65) Yes, I knew the Hambys. We bought eggs and milk, etc. from them. I say "milk" - it was more like whipping cream - on Cheerios with a little sugar, yum!. They also had a cabin by ours up at Rimrock Lake. They had a large bell, like an old schoolhouse bell, that they would clang to round up the clan. They were a wonderful old couple. I do remember them fondly. -Patti McLaughlin Cleavenger (65) ******************************************************* >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) I finally have a chance to sit down and write. It has been a busy two weeks. Someone mentioned "monkey suits" for girls P.E. and brought up a lot of memories, like: Standing at the ironing board on Sunday evening trying to get all the wrinkles out without putting any more in, Resorting to white shoe polish on the white keds when they were not clean looking enough for "inspection on Monday, Raising my hand the first day of P.E. and telling Mrs. Roy I could not get in the pool. "Why?" she asked. My puzzled reply was "Because of this." My hand and arm was in a cast from a broken finger the week before. Was this woman blind, I wondered. "Well, you have to get a note from your doctor, put on your suit and lay on the deck, or you will fail this unit." This was my introduction to Nancy Roy. I had P.E. in the morning and, believe me, I froze trying to soak a bit of warmth out of the September morning sun. Years later, my sister-in-law shared a hospital room with Mrs. Roy, who was on her second hip replacement and giving the nurses a real bad time. Mrs. Roy asked Denise, "Was I really that bad to you girls at Carmichael?" What would you say? I don't remember Denise's reply, but I bet she used up her allotment of tact on that answer. Actually, Mrs. Roy was a nice woman away from school. I became reacquainted with her when I came back to Richland to teach. I was surprised to find out she has a great sense of humor and raises gorgeous roses. Happy Mothers Day to all you Bomber moms out there. I heard on Prairie Home Companion today that motherhood is "20 years of blood, sweat and tears followed by 30 years of guilt." My son was born 17 years ago Mothers Day, so I keep reminding him that he owes me big time. -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Rick Valentine (68) Was in Richland this weekend for a wedding reception. Saturday morning I stopped at the Spudnut shop, they were out of pershings but the raised glazed were still warm. The place was jammed and I ran into some old friends there. Just wanted to report that the Spudnut shop is alive and well! (YUM) To: Susy Rathjen Whitney (71) Thanks for jogging my memory about living in the Stilts Apartments. I hadn't thought about living there in several years. Anyone remember the youngstown kitchens, were they all painted white? -Rick Valentine (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Patty Stordahl (72) OK Here goes. The last Sandstorm had little reading so I am going to hog the whole page. For many of you who read this wonderful site but don't contribute I miss you especially the years 72 and 73. I will let you all know that I miss all of you and wish to hear more of your lives to date. If I forgot to mention your names it is not because you are not in my memory. I attended Col Hi in the awesome and scary years of the Viet Nam era. I have met a lot of Nam vets in the Seattle area and I still admire you all. I remember Christ the King Catechism, Saturday School, Funny uniforms, First communion when that sticky host found it's way to the roof of my mouth and I in the midst of dead silence could be heard making a clicking noise with my tongue trying to get the host unglued from the roof of my mouth. Man did I get a lecture when I got home. I still have my first rosary. Ms. Morgan in 2nd grade, Mrs. Moore in the 3rd, Ms. Shook in the 4th and AUUGH MS. Klasik in the 5th, gosh, she was like the wicked witch of the West. She was mean and old and never smiled. She was a scary woman. Sacajawea that was a great elementary school. We lived on Keller corner. Any one having cats in our court had to hide them when mom came home as she managed to kill all in her path. We used to call her Cat killer of Keller corner. Cruel we were even to our own mother. She still doesn't like cats to this day. She never let us have on either. That summer just before 6th grade we packed our bags and loaded our family rocker on the top of the old Ford Tri City Electronic Van and moved our family to Benton City. To the farm for the next 5 years. I went to school and made many wonderful friends at Ki-Be, K-12 finished my sophomore year and then my dad had had enough of the farming life and moved us all back to Richland. Home sweet home. Moved to the big houses on Butternut near the by pass. Just down the block from Wayne Wallace and Peter Brandt. 1st day in the new house my little brother was hit by a car out by the old airport. Many of you may remember Richard Stordahl. He is in Richland now living at 1105 Sanford, Yeah, still in a wheel chair. But he is doing well and has a pool table in his front room so that is his game and man he is strong. I dare any of you 77 grads to arm wrestle him now. Junior year reacquainting with old friends and making new ones. Mr. Vandenberg, Mr. Stevens, whom I nick named Dimples and Mr. Nash. They were my favorites. We all had faults but they really gave me bits of encouragement no other adults could. I will never forget the sweet words at graduation whispered to me when I saw that I really had a real diploma inside that green casing. Mr. Nash said, "Did you really think we wanted you another year??" WOW! I was ecstatic. I not only mastered hearts and spades, in Mac hall girls can. I went on to understand the meaning of life on Mac hill and met Peter Brandt, Wayne Bloomster, Wayne Wallace, Russ Rawlins, Jody H, Skip Szendre, Kathy Criswell God now there was a funny gal she could really make you laugh. Jessica Allen man she would read her tarot cards and make you really believe she knew what the future could bring. Debbie Bennett, Marion Agar now she was a blue bird pal in 2nd grade. Cindy Chitty, now who hasn't been baptized in her parents pool? Terry Dean, man so many that are not writing in here that I would love to hear from. Mr. Handsome Alan Gottschalk, Bev Fowler, Tom Fife. now he had some killer eyes didn't he gals? Camille, Mary Harris, Sharon Hodgkin, Mary Hinrichs, Barb Hogan, EDYE JENKINS where are you and Cindy and Chris (tweezer butt) remember Idaho State line?? Merle Huesties the quiet deep thinker of our group SUSI KRAMER I MISS YOU. So many more Debbie Meeks, Darvi M, Sam Morris, William Reeder I still miss you even though I know you are gone. Little Gerry Plachta, Jay Pugh, Tony Seals, man he was the sweetest he used to carry my saxophone home he was so nice. Shawn Stifter married and moved to Tennessee, Pegi Stillwell, Debi Tubbs, I can't believe you are gone. Any one remember Bill Church, Karlyn Jarusch, Karly where did you go? Valori somehow got lost in McCleary, WA and I have not heard from her in years. Deyonne, I know where you are but you need to e mail me when you are free to get together. Avon Anderson, Wendy Wheat and Jody Wheeler. Donna Fastabend had the best smile. I can still hear her funny little laugh. She was a cutie. I hope someone reads this and knows where just a few of these characters are. I would love to hear from any or all of you out there. As every one who knew me I was the loudest laugher in the group had fun all the time and took nothing serious ever. Actually I didn't take life serious then and I don't think I really do to date. Oh well, but I did manage to get through some college with a 4 point. I added many training seminars and courses to my belt and excelled in what else a wonderful line of BS. Yes, I am a sales person. I love my job travel a lot. As most of you know I was a hard one to keep in town for very long. I still find that wander lust spirit alive and strong not only in me but in my eldest daughter Darcia as well. I was always a tease through high school and too chicken to follow through with most of my harmless flirtations. Afraid to admit to being somewhat naive when it came to matters of the heart. Ran off to California for a while tender age of 14 came back, ran off to Canada, came back ran off here and there just for the fun of it. Man I loved hitch hiking. Moved to Hardin Montana for a while came back and I married early at age 21 to a Richland boy. Doug Davis had 2 beautiful kids from that union. That ended in 79 and I waited a couple of years and married a California transplant. Moved back to California with him. That ended in 85 with him on drugs and me with 4 kids so I came back. Strange draw, that old Plutonium town of ours. So I decided to raise them alone and brave the future unattached. I met a crazy, wild, handsome Irish Catholic man in 1990 who drank to much and danced every weekend, spent his money wildly, and smoked like a chimney. This man was one I knew I could never fall for as I didn't drink or smoke then but wanted to have fun and dance away my cares away. Well, Tim not only danced many pounds off me and he is still around after all this time. We have since quit drinking and now have quit smoking after his 3rd stent was put in place last Monday. He still is very handsome and wanting to get married even more than before. I kept telling him NO I would never do that again. But he has finally got through to me that he is here for the long haul. He has supported my 4 children with money and praise and encouragement so Gals out there don't let any one tell you, you will never find a diamond in a bar. This is my true gem. I finally accepted his offer to get married and he is one happy man he is more anxious than I it seems. My dilemma is now how do you go about getting married. We can't do it on the sly his 10 siblings have already said they must be invited with their families. Our collective 7 children ranging from ages 31 - 16 all want to be a part of it. Their extended families and not to mention a few close friends and my relatives. We have tried, the "We are going to Las Vegas" trick Big Bomb. We have checked into halls and granges. Big Bucks. Any one out there have a really great idea that will please all of the wannabe attendees? They are all to dear to us to say no to so that is out of the question. Any wedding advisors in the alumni? Please submit any help you can. I am not joking. I have attended many weddings and still can't get my own together. He has been married 3 times before and I have gone that road 2 times. WOW, Well anyone Catholic out there? Neither of us had been married in the church yet so according to our church rules we haven't really been married silly rule but what the heck. Tim is very settled in a great job. I have a gypsy job that keeps me running and we have bought a home together 2 almost 3 years ago now. Life just gets better. So for all you jilted lonesome hearts out there. Keep kissing those toads there is bound to be a prince blossom before your eyes. After 9 long faithful years on his part he finally won this princess. I am now once again a believer in Love and happy endings. We have 2 beautiful grand daughters Melissa 2 and Madison 9 months. All of our kids are grown and gone into wonderful lives and jobs of their own except one Janea the baby she is only 16 and college bound in 2 years. Empty nesters around the corner. Peter Brandt and his wonderful partner, Sally have become very dear to us. Tim is thinking of asking Peter and I, Sally to stand up for us as we still need someone to forge our names, I mean be our witnesses. So any one out there with any cool ideas about what they did that was really a memory maker send in your memories as we need all the help we can get. We do have a few ideas of our own but I would so love to involve all my lost in email land friends and alumni for any supportive ideas. Bizarre is OK Crazy is OK, Romantic I still haven't gotten that one down yet. So any one want to volunteer their band or lend their voice or play a harmonica. Any Elvis or Marilyn look alikes out there we would love to have you. DJ with 50's, 60's, and early 70's music tell me how much you charge. I would love input. Well, enough for now this is to take place as soon as I can get it together. Come on folks help make an honest woman out of me by summers end. LOL Tim told me to just tell him where to stand and who to sign the checks to. LOL Great man. I am a lucky Gal. -Patty Stordahl 72 ******************************************************* >>From: Patricia Keller To: Gary Behymer: Your picture and article on the Spudnut Shop brought back many fond memories. Back in the early '60s we lived in Moses Lake, WA and just down the road from us was a Spudnut Shop. Sunday morning wasn't Sunday morning until my husband went down and bought a bag of Spudnuts. There was nothing like them and at that time our idea of heaven was sitting with the Sunday paper, a Spudnut and a cup of coffee. Thank you for the memories. Pat Keller Orlando, FL *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/11/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TO: Gary Behymer (64) and Richard Anderson (60): Thanks is too small a word. Both of these guys worked overtime to get the ALUMNI Sandstorm out there for everyone while I was in the process of moving to North Dakota. I want to extend my sincere appreciation and gratitude for all the work they did while I was moving. THANKS, guys! -Maren ******************************************************* 8 Bombers sent stuff in: Rex Davis (49), Norma Lee Culverhouse (49), Dick Hoff (57), John Northover (59), Marilyn Baird (60), Tom Hann (61), Phil Jones (69), Unsigned (??) ******************************************************* >>From: Rex Davis (49) To Dick Roberts (49) I think we are the same age and my memory is no better than yours because I have no recollection as to where we purchased the plaid pants. I do remember they were quite the topic of conversation. Also wore them at WSU while cheerleading. Your wagon train group trip from California sounds like a lot of fun. Its been a long time since we have seen that group. To all the 49ers who have been writing recently, good to hear from you. Looking forward to the 50th reunion in September. Sorry, Ann, I don't know the location of anyone on the list you sent. -Rex Davis (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Norma Lee Culverhouse King (49) Dick Roberts (49) I remember meeting you and the other guys at the irrigation ditch. You were the first boys from Richland High I met. I think Mel Stratton and Gary Neild were there too. I was very shy back in those days. I remember that you or one of you asked me how old I was and said you didn't believe me so I should stand up and prove it. I was so embarrassed. I don't remember if I stood up. Do you remember? It was nice to have already met some boys before I started school that fall. (Thanks for the nice words especially since my kids read the Sandstorm.) I remember the dirty cords. Ray (King) claimed credit for that. He said he started a contest to see who could wear their cords the longest because he only had one pair and no Mother to wash his clothes. Dick Harris (49) Ray never did change his backward dancing. He received a lot of comments over the years as you can imagine. I think Rex Davis (49) danced that way for a while but finally went to the right way. Here I am trying to lose a few pounds but after all the talk about spudnuts, it reminded me how good they are so when I was Uptown the other day I couldn't resist. I had to have a spudnut. Of course I went in the Spudnut Shop. You can't just buy one can you? I was glad to see the list of people (from Cliff Judd) WHO are coming from Calif. Let's hear from some more of you 49'ers since this is our 50th. Norma Lee Culverhouse King (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Dick Hoff (57) RE: Cinnamon roll final check I saw the recipe a few weeks ago and sent it to my Mom to check it out. My Mom, Betty Hoff, worked in the kitchen at Chief Jo for years. She approved the recipe, but explained the quantities had to be larger to make 18 trays of 30 rolls every Thursday. She talked about "her kids", who helped in the kitchen, for about an hour. I stopped taking notes -- too many names and dates. Anyone who would like to say hello let me know. -Dick Hoff (57) ******************************************************* >>From: John Northover (59) Dr. Francis Coelho is alive and well. He was the art teacher 1956-1959 or there abouts. I believe he was also the advisor on the annual. I spoke to him last week. For those who would like to speak or write to him, his phone number is 415-388-5990 His address is Dr. Francis Coelho, 340 Panoramic Hwy, Mill Valley, CA 94941 After he left Richland, he went to Columbia Basin for a few years ... then on to Ohio State for his doctorate in Philosophy. He then went on to chair the art departments at University of Wisconsin and the University of South Dakota. There is a bit of chronology that relates to Francis at this web site. After that he came back to the west coast and held the chair of art at San Francisco State university for a while ... >From what he told me, he was basically fired from every job he had ... after he obtained his doctorate ... however when a university was getting ready to fire him ... he would receive many job offers from other schools ... he then knew it was time to move on ... so he never had to apply for any position. He then started a MA program with Antioch University, separate from the school, but attached and accredited. He was not responsible to the school for anything and they would not be responsible for him. He also started a BA program with some other university with like conditions. He is 73 and has ended those programs ... he is planning on starting a pre-school!!!! I spoke with him for about 45 minutes ... he sounds as active and energetic as he did in 1959, the last time I spoke with him. He authorize me to place his phone number and address in the Sandstorm for those that may want to communicate with him. ... by the way ... the BOMBER SURVEY is just about complete and will be on line in a few short time frames ... There will be a quiz as a lead page, to eliminate those BOMBER-WANNA-BEs and those that may want to skew the results. Although I cannot imagine why anyone would want to take the survey if they had not lived in Richland. The quiz has six questions that every BOMBER should know ... hopefully. Once the questions have been answered, the surveyeeee will be linked to the BOMBER SURVEY. The survey is a radio/check box set up ... things like where one resides, state or country, male/female. marital status, what one did in HS an after. Occupation, education, military service and the like ... later, -John Northover (59) ******************************************************* >>From: Marilyn Baird ('60) Been in the San Francisco Bay are since '78. As stated before, there are quite a few ColHi (RHS) Bombers in the area. If anyone is interested in a "Bomber" get together, please let me know and I will start a list. I can let everyone know who all is interested and they can decide when and where. Sounds like fun if we can make it happen. This will include those in the surrounding area, even into Sacramento. Sandra Finney...come on down. -Marilyn Baird (60) ******************************************************* from the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book >>From: Tom Hann (61) Date: Mon May 10 01:23:41 1999 What a nice site, great job. Thank you. Please add my name and e-mail address to the alumni list for 1961. Thank you for e-mailing the Alumni Sandstorm, will be much appreciated. Looking forward to hearing from whom ever and learning about any future class reunions. -Tom Hann (61) ******************************************************* >>From: Phil Jones (69) TO: Jackie DeVries Brown (62): No, the Passport Plunge is long gone. My mom and dad, Paggy and Jim Jones swam there in it's hayday. They pointed it out to me. When I drive out north of Pasco, I still see the dilapidated remains. My parents report it was a very "happening" place to go. TO: Rick Valentine (68): Yup, the Spudnut Shop is alive and well. You should have given the cinnamon rolls a try. They are awesome, too, especially if you can get them still warm. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************************* >>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd ('51) To Jackie DeVries Brown '62 My did you bring back many memories of the Passport Plunge. I was a life guard there. Many good and some not so good memories! It had been a Navy base in WW11 and for awhile after. When it was still a Navy base, there was a PE teacher at one of the elementary schools that somehow got permission to take a bus load of we kids over one night a week to take the same tests in the pool that the Navy took. When the Navy left, someone leased it and had it for the public ------- I should remember how much it cost to come in to swim, but don't. Ann Pearson '50 also was a lifeguard and one day before it opened the manager let us swim and some strange kind of amber brown stuff was coming out from all the sides of the pool and we had to swim through it and Ann collapsed in the ladies room and I ran outside -------- both of us were in bad shape with a lot of coughing. That was one of the not so good things. One the good things was that the manager let us have a girl's swim party after the pool closed to the public! That was fun! Anyone want to add anything ------- Ann? Now the pool is still there, at least a couple of years ago, except that it is not enclosed and there is not any water in it, but all the memories are there when I would drive by to go to the Tri-Cities! -Sandra Atwater Boyd ('51) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/12/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers sent stuff in: Cliff Judd (49), Sandra Atwater (51), Gail Henderson (53), Ramona Miller (54), Max Sutton (57), Kathy Miller (58), Bill Byrd (59), Joe Choate (60), Jackie DeVries (62), Betsy Rathjen (68), Darvi Markfelder (72), Valerie Polentz (72), Mike Pearson (74), Mike Peterson (77), Paula Petersen (79), Michelle Gunter (89) ******************************************************* >>From: Cliff Judd (49) Dick Roberts (49) Thanks for the reply. Passed thru your city a couple of times this year so far. Are Glenn Turner (49) and Bonese Collins (49) still in Tahoe?? Do they have an e-mail address?? Ray Gillette (49) Glad to see that you have changed your mind and will be at the 50th. It is fun to read about the younger ones being born in Kadlec and growing up together but, we need to remember the old or original Richland. The Bus depot, the drug stores with soda fountains, etc. Remember the Recreation Hall with the bowling alley, Billiards and Pool tables, News stand and candy counter, with the existing dance floor that is going to be replaced. Remember the barber shop with 25 or so barbers? You took a number and waited, I think it was 50 or 75 cents. What happen to the C.A.P. airport and all of their members?? Remember the winter of 48-49, I think. It was so cold that the Yakima River was frozen over solid and the Columbia had ice burgs coming down it. The whole city had 3 or 4 inches of packed ice on the streets. To parallel park, just stop, get out and push the car sideways into the spot. Too much fun. -Cliff Judd (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) Gosh, I was so sure that I had given my name about the "memories" of the Passport Plunge! Also, the brown "stuff" was chlorine gas. -Sandra Atwater Boyd '51 ******************************************************* >>From: Gail Henderson Renner (53) To: Norma Lee Culverhouse (49) Hi Cuz, All this talk abt cords reminds me of the days when Freddie was still at Col Hi, and we split a pair of white cords and dyed them green and gold, We must have dyed some other but can't remember. I can't remember who sewed them back together, but he wore them to school. Of course there are a lot of other memories from everyone. It is lots of fun to read everything these guys talk abt. Well, see ya soon. Gail..... ******************************************************* >>From: Ramona Miller Garcia (54) About the Passport Plunge -- Harvey Montgomery ('50) was also a life guard there in the late 40's, early 50's. He was also Yakima Valley Welter Weight Golden Gloves Champ during that same time. He is alive and well, still in Richland and still working part time in the Sprinkler System business he founded in 1962. His son Tim, a very proud Hanford Falcon, now has the business full time. His daughter, Deb, is also a Falcon (graduated from Hanford and now teaches senior high there). Harvey's brother, Floyd 1952, lives in Colorado. Here's to Spudnuts every Saturday morning, rain or shine. -Ramona Miller Garcia (54) ******************************************************* >>From: Max Sutton (57) Memories of the Pass Port Plunge just come flooding back to me after all these years. I remember it was The Place to go for the end-of-year class party, etc. I believe that Phil Barr's (57) father managed it for a while. Maybe someone will correct me if I'm wrong. I remember they had a platform high in the rafters with a rope to climb up. Sure seemed a long way up at the time. Does anyone remember Dian Henrich (60) and her whereabouts now? Would like to know. -Max Sutton (57) ******************************************************* >>From: Kathy Miller Cotten (58) I remember the Passport Plunge also. It was huge and steamy. To go there was quite a treat although the only way my parents approved of my going was with an organized group. My parents did not like me to go to Kennewick or Pasco (too far). Of course, I did all the things they didn't want me to like a typical teenager. Even more than the Passport, I remember the Richland pool. It was there that I took swimming lessons sometime in my jr. high years. I never did learn to swim well. This could be due to fact that I spent most time swimming in irrigation ditch where one did not have to put any effort into swimming. As a resident of the Seattle area, I miss those long hot summers when water was so important and one could actually wear sleeveless blouses and shorts most of the summer. I also remember the art teacher but not well. Who remembers the crafts teacher (my favorite class). As a so so student, (I did not find my academic gift until much later in life) I loved this class. My mother sported a pheasant hat made in that class made after many hunting forays gathering the feathers. Classes of the late 50's - are you out there? Accolades to the class of 49 for their lively interchanges. -Kathy Miller Cotten (58) ******************************************************* >>From: Bill Byrd (59) To Rex Davis (49) Rex, I remember you telling the gymnastic team about the dirty cords, and how you used to sneak them out of your mother's dirty clothes basket and wear them until they would almost stand by themselves. Hope to see you at the class of '59 reunion in July [16th - 18th]. -Bill Byrd (59) ******************************************************* >>From: Joseph Choate (60) How many of you remember the summer work in Walla Walla at the pea packing plant? -Joseph (60) ******************************************************* >>From: Jackie DeVries Brown (620 John Northover (59) I remember Dr. Coelho, I was never an art student, but glad to hear he is doing well. That's amazing to start a pre-school at the age of 73. I'm anxiously awaiting the Bomber Survey, I have lived in Richland for 51 years, hope I can answer them. Phil Jones (69) and Unsigned Thanks for letting me know the history of the Passport Plunge , I had some real good times there. I worked at Richland High for 3 years in the cafeteria, I can also verify the recipe for cinnamon rolls. I used to make them at home, but since my kids are grown (all 4 Bombers), I only make them on special occasions. Maren Gary and Richard did a good job while you were moving. Jackie DeVries Brown (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Betsy Rathjen Taylor (68) TO: Frank Trent (72) Hi Frank, I remember The Cave. I used to go down there in 69-70 and sing and play my guitar every weekend I could. I loved the place with its spool tables and wine bottles covered with dripped candle wax. Sometimes, I'd help serve chili or make sandwiches. The black-light room where we'd talk for hours. And the people -- Dave Roberts (68), Sandy somebody from CBC, Mary Alice Hettinger (68), Jan Schultz (68), somebody named Rex White, Dave Faulk (68) (didn't sing that I recall but was more like a manager of the place), and lots more. I've often wondered how long the place kept going. Any idea of when it finally closed? It looks as if it's been closed over now. My understanding was it used to be the first Richland City jail. I must say, however, that I was quite shocked when I had a call from a woman a year or 2 after I stopped going there. She wanted to get together with me to sing. When I got to her house, she was stoned and offered me a joint. Well, I was completely straight and said no thanks. Then she informed me she figured I used pot because I hung around down at The Cave. It sounds to me as if the place, at some point, had definitely gone downhill. Either it was clean when I was going there or, I was so utterly naive, I didn't notice anything. It's getting late and I've got to get up early for work. I'm glad you mentioned The Cave (I know it was clear back in early April, but I don't read The Sandstorm that often anymore). It was a very big part of my life when I was in college. -Betsy Rathjen Taylor (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Darvi Markfelder Hull (72) To Patti Stordahl (72): I really enjoyed your latest Sandstorm entry. Those names sure brought back a rush of memories. I have fond memories of the Mac Hill misfits (I believe we were called hippies, long hairs, heads, etc.) Also the excellent card games in the Mac Hall Can. Do you also remember "creepy crawler #1" Rick Harvey (creepy crawler #2 was Jay Pugh)? Tom Deen, Craig Saunders (every female was in love with him), Martha Koop, Randy Kozitka (my cousin), Marlon Spitelari, Gini Peterson, Nancy McWain, Jean Bartlett, Nancy Dalos, Tim Gosney, Chris Bolkan, Mike Dunning, Mike Underwood. My brother, Bruce always bumming quarters from me. I met and married a sailor, Todd Hull, he was an engineer where I worked. He asked me out sailing one day on his Hobie Cat catamaran. A couple of years later we were married and became known as "2 Hulls" in the Northwest regatta circuit that we raced for quite a few years. Todd was transferred so we spent the next several years in Washington DC. We've been back home for 7 years now. The best thing to come from that was our daughter, Hilary Rose. After many years of trying to have a child, being in the DC area with their high-tech hospitals, we had Hilary our last year there. My mom passed away from cancer shortly before coming home. After we were home for about 6 months, I was diagnosed with cancer. This really rocked my family, I think they took it harder than me. I was lucky to have a very supportive work place so I was able to work through 9 months of chemotherapy. We got passed that and then Todd was laid off. We decided that he should go back to school and get re-degreed in Computer Science, since that is his real interest anyway. That was a rough 3 years on my income. He's now graduated, employed with Battelle, he's very happy. I am at home now to spend more time with Hilary. I think this is the first time 9 years our lives have been normal, but, because of those years, I have gained an inner strength, and have appreciation for life with the self confidence to live each day fully. I agree Patty, it would be nice if others from 72 would send in comments. Take care. -Darvi Markfelder Hull (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Valerie Polentz Topham (72) Maren and all, My brother, Rod Polentz, was killed in an accident on May 1st. Many of you did not know him but he would have been a 1970 grad had he stayed in WA. He moved to California, finished school there and became an attorney in San Mateo. He leaves a nine year old daughter, Kirstie, who will miss him more than we as he was a very involved Dad. I just want to let his old friends know about his death and I know it will be as much of a shock as it is to us. -Valerie Polentz Topham (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Pearson (74) Hello, Gary Wayta go man! That is an admirable site for the high school in Richland. I signed the guest book twice today, believing you might delete one of my messages if worth your time. I wanted to compress the first message's line breaks, and found deleting much of the prose was also a very nice touch. I will tell some more people in case they want to post their address. Thanks Sincerely, Mike Pearson Graduated 1974 Richland High School ******************************************************* >>From: Michael Peterson (77) Today I go to watch my 7 year old do the mile run! The Mile? Did we ever have to run a mile in grade school? I thought we had the 400 yard run or something like that. I do remember that Brent Jolley (sp?) was the best runner in school at Marcus Whitman when I was going there and if I remember correctly he was one of the best if not THE best runner in our class (77) all the way through High School. Anyway daughter was complaining about having to run a mile today and I quietly couldn't help but agree with her. She asked me if I would come run with her... it was then I remembered how much I hated running long distances as a kid. Give me sprints in the gym during basketball practice or hills after football practice. Does anyone remember having to sprint up Carmichael hill in full gear? Or driving a blocking sled up the same? I remember Ken Olson (coach) telling me my senior year that I would never be in better shape than I was then... I told him he was crazy, that college football would surely be tougher than high school football when it came to training... he was right... I was wrong. You know it isn't until I start talking about old sports memories that I realize how deep that well is. I'd love to hear any old stories about Coach Covington or Coach Neill, or or how about Coach Castleberry or Coach Pierson. All 4 of these guys made me want to come back and coach at RHS... maybe when I retire! Ha! Ha! -Michael Peterson (77) ******************************************************* >>From: Paula Petersen Drake (79) I was just sitting here as I read the last Sandstorm thinking about the kids who used to meet at Pizza Hut during lunch. I don't remember who all was there all the time, but some. Tina Fox (79), Greg Artz (78), and many others. I especially remember Steve Miller. He could eat more slices of pizza than anyone I know to this day. Including my own teenage football player! He was soooo funny and full of the dickens. I think Steve scheduled himself two lunch periods just so he could keep eating and eating at Pizza Hut. It was quite a spectacle. I think Pizza Hut quit the "all you can eat" deal for a while because of him. Every time I go to Pizza Hut buffet I remember that kid and all that pizza. My kids love that story cuz they can't believe we had so much fun in the old days. "did you have pizza back then, Mom?" Lunch time was a fun time in high school. A & W now Atomic Ale was a great place, too. I can remember piling into Bill Drake's Chevy Malibu with friends including Tina Fox and Greg Artz and hustling down for Baby Burgers. Greg had a great impersonation that would not be very politically correct today! He would embarrass the heck out of us, but it was so funny. And Bill Drake is still a fun guy to hang out with. The cafeteria was the place to eat on Chili and Cinnamon Roll day, but other than that we were outa there! Then, of course, we had to get back to school before the store closed so we could load up on candy and junk. Those were the days! Anybody else from '78 '79 '80 remember these people and experiences? Let's hear from more grads from the late 70's. -Paula Petersen Drake (79) ******************************************************* >>From: Michelle Gunter (89) I'm working on the Class of 1989 10-year reunion [which is July 23 - 24] and haven't been able to locate the following people. If anyone knows where they (or their parents) are located, please e-mail me at [deleted for privacy]. Thanks for your help!! Tamara Bajich Hanne Heiberg Janice Beitz Jaime Hernandez Ted Berry Marc Hoffman Stephanie Bostic Sean Hollingshead Ron Brown Colleen Howard Stephen Burgess Lynda Howard Paula Burt Russell Howry Jeff Caldwell Dane Hull Robert Chatel Melanie Jarrell Suzanne Cone Christy Johnson Michelle Coutts Bill Kennedy Suzanne Curry Renee LaCroix Bonnie Davis Dan Logman Frank Della Rocco Joel McKenzie Becky Dunakey Leo Moron Jeff Edmondson Kaori Nagura Tanya Fisher Charity Palmer Tammy Fleck Ryan Park Rhonda Gerber James Parker Jennifer Gibson Michelle Plunkitt Jenny Glendenning Jona Rasanen Donnie Gontarski Floyd Sandoval Jaylein Groves Steve Tinkman Nick Guse Scott Warren Mitch Hall Deanna Westover Brad Hartjen Kerry Williams Michelle Gunter ('89) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/13/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers sent stuff in: Norma Culverhouse (49), Rex Davis (49), Ann Pearson (50), Marguerite Groff (54), Jon Veigel (56), Irene Smith (59) Nancy Weston (61), Kipp Quinlan (64), Susan Kraemer (72), Sheryl Romsos (76), Diana Williams (80), Simon Yoxall (89) ******************************************************* >>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49) TO: Gail Henderson Renner (53) Hi cousin Gail, I don't remember the split cords but it doesn't surprise me. Freddie got sent home once for wearing two different colors of socks. He wanted to start a fad. Remember when he had Mom dye his hair black? One of the few times Dad expressed his disapproval. I remember the Passport Plunge. I think I only went there once and had forgotten all about it until I saw it mentioned here. Don't even remember who I went with. Probably Barbara Barron Doyle among others. Do you remember going there, Barb? Sorry, Dick, about giving Cliff the credit for mentioning the crew coming from California. Anyone coming to the 49 (club 40) reunion if you plan on playing golf on Saturday be sure to call Jerry Dunn on (509) 943-3836. The sooner the better but at least by August 1st so he can let the pro know how many Tee times. I played last year with Ann Thompson. It was a lot of fun. Believe me, you don't have to be good. There are a lot of hackers (like me) out there. -Norma Culverhouse King (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Rex Davis (49) To Bill Byrd (59) Yes, I will be at your 40th class reunion in July, anxious to see you and anyone else who might remember me. With regard to the dirty cords, the dress code must have been a bit loose in our early days. Maybe we were all so poor we had to wear the cords till they fell apart, and yes, they could almost stand alone. We must have been making a statement. I'm not sure we know what it was though. Good to hear from you, and see you in July. Rex Davis (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Ann Pearson Burrows (50) First of all I want to thank all you Bombers that sent in messages for my mother, Thelma Pearson (art teacher - Chief Joe and Jefferson). She has gotten a big kick out of all your replies- and she remembers you guys!! She was so surprised that Rob remembered her "cutting board" finger incident at Jefferson - and she really laughed at the silhouette story - I, too, remember "having" to sit for that exercise! Norma Culverhouse (49) How great to hear from you. Ray Gillette (49) Do I ever remember the Bomber basketball team w/Gene Conley, Marcum etc. They were really good - and when they went to State (in Seattle) most of my friends went over on the train - but.. guess whose parents said "no way". I was crushed, but somehow lived through it. Remember well all those names you mentioned!! 46 to 50 were great years!! As so many people have written, to have grown up in Richland was truly a unique experience - too bad we didn't realize that until much later. We just thought everyone lived like us!! I, too, have had times that explaining my youth seemed like I was making it all up. My husband still says I grew up in Utopia! Does anybody remember the western dances we had while we were in grade school at Sacajawea? I called square dances there several times - also took my fiancÚ out to the Benton City Stomp on weekend and he still hasn't recovered - being the city boy he was! To: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) First of all, Sandy, you are right about the brown stuff being Chlorine and we lifeguards were all sent to the hospital in Pasco via ambulance. I remember when I "came to" a nun was standing over me and I was sure I was a goner - then saw my Dad who they had called because they were sure you and I were in big medical trouble. I did have a lot of damage to one lung - didn't keep me starting to smoke while in college (the habit I have beaten for the last 4 years). Also - what happened with Dorty getting on line??? AND - remember when we went to your 40th reunion - Dorty, Jo, Bugsy, you and I. Well, had a note from David Brusie - he swears I was not there - Please help me!!! -Ann Pearson Burrows (50) ******************************************************* >>From: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) Welcome back Maren. Gary and Richard did a great job while you were gone and we all owe them lots of accolades - but, just the same, you were missed. It's been a long time since I put in my 2-cents worth. I just keep reading what everyone has to say and enjoying - especially those of you from the classes that came before me. I'm really looking forward to the Big Club40 Reunion September 10-12. The Class of '49 is planning a real blowout for their 50th reunion and we are joining in and using our 45th reunion as a practice run toward our 50th. I know there are many of you from the wonderful Class of '54 out there reading all these messages - just lurking - but not contributing. Have you noticed all the wonderful messages from '49? - let's get some dialog going from the Class of '54!! OK?? The few of us involved in our 45th reunion, really need to know that we have some support out there from our fellow class members. It would help a whole lot!!! We have some wonderful people out there who have provided some fun things for displays. Ardie Parker came up with a couple of real gems. Mum's the word though - you have to be there to see them. If you have anything to add - I promise I'll take good care of it and return it to you. Pat McDermott Foreman: your e-mail address on our web page isn't working. Every time I try to send a message, I get yours back as undeliverable. You might want to notify Maren of your new e-mail address so she can change it on our web page. By the way, Maren would really love for someone from our class, who has time and talent, to take over the management of our web page. I have time - but no talent. And time is not the important ingredient. I'm putting out a request for one of you out there to step forward and offer your talents to help Maren. She has done such a wonderful job for all of us, but would be very happy to give up whatever we are willing to take off her hands. Let me know. Maren will even help you get started... We went to the Plunge for our 9th grade party. It was great fun. I suppose I was there a dozen or more times during the time it was open. Somehow it always had a certain feeling that was totally different from the outdoor pool in Richland. Part of it was the echoes of the laughter and fun that everyone was having. Besides youth is so wonderful - especially in retrospect. My sister, Marilyn Groff Taylor (63) and husband, Dale, were here a couple weeks ago. The first thing they did before coming to see us was to hit the Spudnut shop. The last thing they did as they left town, was to hit the Spudnut shop. I don't think they were disappointed. Me - I haven't had a spudnut since I retired from Battelle last year. Whenever anyone has something to celebrate, they bring in a couple dozen "Spudies" as treats for fellow workers. There were times I couldn't resist. All of these comments about spudnuts make them so tempting - but the always forever on-going diet and my conscience won't let me give in to temptation. But I promise that there will be spudnuts on September 11, when the Class of '54 have their 45th reunion. I suspect, I won't be able to resist one when they are there and specifically calling my name. Gals of '54 - next Friday, May 21, is our monthly lunch at Grannies (at 11:30). My 6 year old grandson thinks it's so great - "...all you grannies meeting at Grannies for lunch." OK - lets get more messages out here from our class. I know you are out there - at least drop into the Sandstorm and just say "Hi!" -Marguerite (54) ******************************************************* >>From: Jon Veigel (56) My most indelible early 50s memory of the old pool downtown near the river is memorable primarily because of the hormones then beginning to rage through my young and innocent male body. One notable afternoon I was pleased to watch a Richland beauty probably then 15 or so. She was a neighbor just enough older than I was to leave me totally intimidated by her. I remember her name, but my gentlemanly lips are sealed, partly because I think she still is in Richland. She was wearing a pre-bikini two piece suit. As I watched from the deck 20 feet away she left the pool by putting her hands on the pool edge and lifting herself rapidly out of the water. Just at the point she was totally unable to do anything about it immediately, one half of her top slipped completely away. That sight, the first of my life, is burned vividly in my mind's eye to this day. So, even in a public pool on a lazy summer afternoon, a schoolboy's education can progress! -Jon Veigel (56) ******************************************************* >>From: Irene Smith Goodnight (59) To John Northover (59): Thanks for your fill-in about Dr. Coehlo. You didn't mention anything about his wife, or family. I took violin lessons from Ruth (Freeman) Coehlo in high school and CBC. When I moved to Marin County in the late 70's I went to a string quartet performance and was pleasantly shocked to recognize the viola player as "Mrs. Coehlo". I hadn't seen her for years, and I went up and talked to her for awhile after the concert. I am wondering if she is still around, and what about their son, David. All that information is very interesting about Francis; he is truly a unique individual. I would love to meet him or Ruth now. Since my daughter still lives in Marin county, I'll have to look him (them?) up when I'm there sometime. Maren, I'm amazed you are up and at 'em from your move; I just moved across town and am all a-shambles. Of course, that is because most of my belongings are in storage in a friend's shop, and I'm staying at another friends' house while I await my next fate. That is, will the house open up that I'm hoping for ...? -Irene Smith Goodnight (59) ******************************************************* from the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book >>From: Nancy Weston Sheakley (61) [if that doesn't work, try [deleted for privacy] -Maren] Date: Wed May 12 23:26:53 1999 It's so great to sit back and remember all about Richland and all those warm memories. I'd love to hear from old friends and maybe make some new. -Nancy Weston Sheakley (61) ******************************************************* >>From: Kipp Quinlan Schmidt (64) TO: Cliff Judd (49) You asked if we remembered the winter of 48-49? I don't remember that winter, but the winter of '50-'51 or '51-'52 (just before McNary opened in 1952), Nelson's Lake (now just Nelson's Island - off the end of Newcomer) froze over - we had fires on the little islands throughout the lake and ice skated for days on end. The ice was so thick that many people actually drove their cars out on the ice. -Kipp Quinlan Schmidt (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Susan Kraemer (72) I've been reading the Sandstorm for some time now and find it quite amusing. I'm writing to change my e-mail address. I finally got a computer at home! I've recently started back to school, again! I'm pursuing a degree in Computer and Video Imaging. I've been applying computer design for years from an engineering perspective, now I want to apply it from the artsy side. Much more me. Computer animation is really something! See ya in the movies! Although I'm still working at Boeing (and many of us Bombers do) I recently had a very close call with the current down sizing going on there. I was within weeks of being out the door (I've been there almost 12 years) when opportunity came up and I'll be able to transfer to another job. Whew! A couple fellow Bombers I work with presently are Greg Davison (72) and James Campbell (74) and they are both at high risk. It has been wonderful having "hometown boys" nearby. So much for lying about my age! James actually brought a copy of our annual to work. Brat! Our coworkers couldn't believe our stories about our mascot and all. They do now. It would be interesting to know how many Boeing Bombers there are. I've noticed a number of them on the mailing list here. Boeing Bombers where are you? Keep up the good work Maren. I missed you while you were moving. I haven't set up a link to the website from home yet. Soon. How do you like ND? I'll bet that's a change of pace. Best Wishes -Susan Kraemer (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Sheryl Romsos Senyk (76) Michael Peterson's (77) comment on the mile run draws a sympathetic response from me. My 7 year old daughter has to do a mile run at her school (rain or shine) twice during the school year. For many kids, this is no big deal -- probably even fun, but it is hard for her and she dreads it each time. During the last run, I volunteered to be a checkpoint, as the run is mapped out on a street in our neighborhood. When the last kid had passed me by (at least she wasn't the last one this time!), I caught up and finished the mile with her. She still hated it, but I really think that my presence there helped her. I guess that I need to take advantage of these opportunities, as in a few years, she will be embarrassed to death to have her mother helping her to do anything! Great to have you back, Maren...welcome to the Midwest! -Sheryl Romsos Senyk (76) ******************************************************* >>From: Diana Williams Francis (80) Hi, Anyone know where some 77-80 folks are? I am loving all this Richland memory fun. Every time I come home (live in the SF Bay Area, CA since 1984)- I go to the Spudnut Shop gotta have - 1 cinnamon and 2 Spudies. My Mom and Dad still hang out there all the time. I laughed so hard at an earlier note about the "Mosquito Man"... How toxic was that anyway??? Can you believe we chased that guy around and inhaled that? Anybody remember Garden Park swimming pool? -Diana Williams Francis (80) Mrs. Paulson's pre-school, Jason Lee, Chief Jo, Richland/Col Hi (also Chitty Swimming Lessons!!!) ******************************************************* >>From: Simon Yoxall (89) Dear Michelle Gunter (89), I have been trying to find Kerry Williams for some time now. He was a friend of mine from Richland High. If you come across him could you forward him my E-mail so we might talk again. Thanks Simon Yoxall (left in '88 but would have been class of '89) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/14/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers sent stuff in: Rick Reed (49), Barbara Barron (50), Doreen Hallenbeck (51), Emajean Stone (63), Dave Peyton (66), Pam Ehinger (67), Mike Artz (71), Mike Pearson (74), Diana williams (80), James Walters (80), Obit/Life celebration notice for Carol Rowan (58) ******************************************************* >>From: Rick Reed (49) Okay, I'm hooked. My new wife (17 years) and I will be there. (50th) Nice hearing about all you OLD guys. The last time I saw you, Ray, was in Phoenix. I don't remember when I saw you last, Dick and Carol. Since I was a Bomber for only one year, I don't have a lot of memories to share but the ones I have are great. Like to hear from all of you. -Rick Reed (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Barbara Barron Doyle (50) I remember the Passport Plunge, we went with Darlene Wilson, her sister and her sister's husband (we all had a crush on him, he was an "older man"). I was dared to jump in the deep end. Neither you or I could swim but I jumped in anyway. Before Darlene's brother-in-law could get to me I had splashed my way to the edge of the pool. Fifty years later we still can't swim. Even though Norma and I live in the same town and get together often, we still e-mail each other and chat on line. Jim and I spent hours on the computer each day. He is doing a great deal of genealogy research. He can't type so I have to send all his e-mail. I told him he had to take me to lunch for Secretaries Day. My sister, JoAnn, and her husband, Earl Skow, are on line too and we also chat with each other several times a week via the AOL Buddy List. -Barbara Barron Doyle (50) ******************************************************* >>From: Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51) To Ann Pearson (50): I'll come to your rescue Ann -- I have a snapshot from the 40th reunion of the Class of '51 -- it shows Dorty Hickey, Pat Young, Nancy Riggs, David Hinson and yourself in gorgeous pose. You and Dorty were outfitted in your Dads' white dress shirts, looking like no one else at the reunion. Guess Brusie's memory has begun to take intermissions. I'm told plans are under way for the 50th reunion of the Class of '51; Bill Wilkins has gotten quite a group of folks together to plan for the 2001 event. He'd welcome all suggestions. I'll be posting a listing of the '51 missing mailing addresses this Fall. There's a slight chance I'll be attending the '49 gathering with my sister, Janet. May see you then. -Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51) ******************************************************* >>From: Emajean Stone (63) Well, I guess it is about time that I tried this, since all of the older classes are doing this. I have fond memories of growing up in Richland and attending Columbia High. Others are right, until you move out of Richland you do not realize how great a place it was to grow up. After high school my father was transferred with G.E. to San Jose, California. I joined them after finishing Cosmetology School and getting my license. Then came to California and got my license here. No sooner was I working when I met a sailor at the USO club dance in San Jose - as a result I ended up in Seattle for ten years or so - after divorce, I headed back to California to be closer to my parents who were by then in Sonora, California - have been back in California since 1977 - and have been living in San Jose since 1985, working as a legal secretary. I would love to hear from other Bombers who are in the bay area and think a get together down here would be great. Also, I have been trying to reach my best friend from high school, Sharon McDermott Bruce ('63) Kathy Rathvon gave me her last known address in San Antonio, Texas - sent a letter but have not heard from her yet. If anyone else has heard from her, please let me know. Also wanted to say a special hi! to the great group of kids who lived on Olympia way back then - Gary LeClair (63), Helen Cross (62), Dennis Schodt (63), Susan Walker (64) and the others who lived in the vicinity and went to Spalding - Of course I was sad to hear that Suzy Rohrbacker (63) is on the MIA/Deceased list. I am hoping against hope that she is in the same boat that I was - only missing but not gone - can someone let me know for sure. Thanks. -Emajean Stone (63) ******************************************************* >>From: Dave Peytons (66) Still waiting to hear from all the old Boy Scouts who might have been in my Dad's troop. I know you are out there.... Also, have many old stories and pictures of Richland past.... I remember the old water towers that were around in Richland and somewhere I have pictures that dad took when he climbed up on top of the one that was located in the south end of town.... Also, please read the other message sent. [below -Ed] Later........... -Dave Peyton (66) Peyton Place....Richland, WA --------------------------------- Sent to The SANDBOX: April 15, 1999 (tax day) Dear Bombers of the past, I sure have enjoyed reading everything in the Sandbox. I was born @ Kadlec back in May of 1948. Were any of you guys in the Boys Scouts back then. My dad was a boy scout leader and the morning I was born he was out on a camp out with his troop. Friends of my mom had to call the Hanford Patrol and tell them to go and find him so that he could go to the hospital and be with my mom. Boy, talk about dedication. Thoughts were the good old days. Remember Frontier Days. I have a picture that was taken of my Mom, Dad, 2 brothers and myself during Frontier Days of 1948. Dad had his whiskers and all. We lived down on Benham. Dad moved the family in 1956 to Benton City. He said he needed more room to.... what ever I have two brothers who are older than me. Ron, who would have graduated from Col-Hi in 1961 and Don, who would have graduated in 1963. I would have graduated in 1966. I have always thought of myself as a Col-Hi person... Many more stories to come. By the way, my Dad was Ken Peyton. Does his name bring back any memories to anybody..... Later.... -Dave Peyton (66) ******************************************************* >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) Well I keep hearing about all the dirty cords, and how guys would steal them from the dirty hamper! But most of this is coming from the 49er's and 50ty's. But my Dad talks about them and he went to school way before that! He to tells how he hid them from Grandma, and she, too, would find them and try to get them washed! But Dad was good. He'd get them before the water ever touched them!! He too said they stood by themselves in the corner of his room! You guys must have SMELLED REAL GOOD!! How did you ever get a date?!?! LOL -Pam Ehinger 67 ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Artz (71) Well after all this time I have finally gotten enough nerve up to put an entry into the Sandstorm. I guess I will start at the beginning. Grew up in the 1200 block of Willard just two blocks east of what was Spalding School. Brothers: going in descending order, Clayton, Ken, Myself, Greg, Chris and baby brother, Terry. We are cousins to the 13 Artz kids that lived on Rockfontain (spell). We had a neighborhood of all boys and did we ever have some battles. Gilly Hengim, Cranbuhls, Jeff and Rolly Boomstrand, Dick Roberts, Mike and Huck Welch, Tim Hollingshead and Gary Fitzgerald. Back in those days the edge of town used to be Van Giesen. Remember crossing Van Giesen with my oldest brother and chasing up jack rabbits so he could hunt them with is shot gun. Believe it or not Richland used to have irrigation canals running through town. In fact we had one that ran through our back yard. Never forget when they came and filled them all in, it made our back yard twice the size, and low and behold we had neighbors behind us. Spent my grade school going to Christ the King. Never forget old S.A.M. chasing kids down from across the school yard ringing her bell and yelling. Went to Carmichael Jr. High and hung around Randy Kazitka, Dave Anderson and Gary. We used to ride motorcycles a lot down behind the cemetery. Our favorite ride was to take all the dirt roads out to Horn Rapids and spend the day racing around trails. Other favorite spot was, back then, behind the go cart tracks where we would ride our bikes in the mud. We did a lot of crazy things back then and I surprised we lived through it all. Like going "Rabbit Stomping". This would be at night. Dave and Randy would ride on the backs of motorcycles with baseball bats and the drivers would chase down a rabbit until it froze from the head lights and they would jump off the back and club the rabbit. Man, we were destructive but it sure was fun then. Well, now no motor vehicles are allowed down there at all, but believe it or not it still looks the same. I ride my mountain bike down there every chance I get. After High School I got into a special training class on repairing typewriters and mechanical calculators and they found me a job in Moscow Idaho. I worked there for four years and came back and married Kathy Thornton. We were married for fours, in which time we had a daughter. She is now 24 and is expecting this Oct.. It's still hard to believe that I am going to be a Grandpa. Well I tried marriage again and from that marriage I received another daughter who is now 16 and living with me. I have been divorced for 8 years now and am still scared to death to ever get married again. After working on computers and the network at Hanford for the past 15 years, I finally decided to take advantage of Education Assistance. So I have spent the last 4 years, in other words no life at all, hitting the books and getting my college degree. So I will be in the class of 2000 from City University. I plan on walking next June in Bellevue. It will be nice to get my life back!!. I have been missing my golf! Heaven forbid! Well I guess I will sign off for now, I think I have used up enough space. Thanks -Mike Artz (71) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Pearson (74) For a few years this decade, my good fortune brought me correspondence with Mr. Alton Klucas. After meeting in a grocery store in 1989, we frequently held conversations about astronomy, anthropology, and life in general, and went to meetings. Sometimes he would fall asleep in meetings because he was already 80+ years old. We walked along Columbia Point's shoreline and though he walked very slowly, we tagged along as late arrivals for an Archeological Society field trip, and that day we stood pondering very near where Kennewick Man was found a few years later.. We went up stargazing on Badger Mountain on a moonless night, though the rocky road probably rattled my car up a little. Mr. Klucas' knowledge of stars and deep space were admirably combined with youthful-seeming wonderment and awe and mystery. In eighth grade, I enjoyed his class in 1969-70. Twenty years later, he maintained interests in natural and social science books and conversations.. Mrs. Klucas was his great companion and a good picture painter, and was kind to visitors like me. Mr. Klucas taught Earth Science at Carmichael and he also lived on the street across from Marcus Whitman, which I passed on the way home starting in 3rd grade. His interest in books and tales of travel were shared with dry humor and insightfully. Knowing Mr. Klucas and Mrs. (Bessie) Klucas as friendly acquaintances was one kind of memory I believe was pure kindness from the universe. I just learned of his passing from this website. A few teachers from long ago are still around. -Mike Pearson (74) ******************************************************* from the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book: >>From: Diana Williams Francis (80) Date: Thu May 13 20:21:35 1999 Hey anyone who knows/or will admit to knowing the brother and sister team of Mike Williams (82) or Diana Williams (80): We are in the San Francisco Bay Area. Would love to hear from anyone from 78 though 82... -Diana Williams Francis (80) ******************************************************* >>From: James Walters (80) TO Diana Williams Francis (80) They are currently renovating Carmichael School (Bout time), they've already remodeled Chief Jo and Jason Lee. Things here are about the same cept Hanford is just about closed now. Ah spudnut, nice place to pig out on donuts. There is one memory that pops to mind now that you've chimed in though... I have this image keeps popping up... the RHS painted purple with pink poka dots... know anything about who did that? *GRIN* -James M. Walters (80 with class) Frau Eitrum (Sp?) English class is another of those interesting memories... ******************************************************* ******************************************************* Life celebration notice: >>From: Dorsey Rowan (65) RE: CAROL ANN ROWAN PHILLIPS (58-RIP) Carol was born in Kansas City , MO. She left this life on Valentines Day 1999 at her home in Tacoma, WA with her family around her. She lived around the world with her husband of 38 years; Colonel W.R. Phillips. They returned to their home in Tacoma after Colonel Phillips retired from the air force. Carol came to Richland in 1943 with her parents, Grace and Dorsey Rowan. She graduated from Columbia High School in 1958 and attended Washington State University. A celebration of Carol's life will be held on May 16, 1999 at 3pm in the Club House at 105 Skyline Dr, Richland. It is hoped that all who remember Carol will come and share this time of farewell to Carol's time here with us. (A memorial service was held for Carol at the Lakewood United Methodist Church on Feb. 21, 1999.) -Dorsey Rowan (65) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/15/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 13 Bombers sent stuff in: Cliff Judd (49), Ray Gillette (49), Ann Pearson (50), Norma Loescher (53), Betty McElhaney (57), Dennis Waltman (60), Jim Vache (64), Mary Sullivan (64), Patricia de la Bretonne (65), Joanne Boyd (67), Kathie Moore (69), Mike Franco (70), Faith McDevitt (82) ******************************************************* >>From: Cliff Judd (49) Norma Culverhouse (49): Thanks for giving me credit for the caravan from CA, but it was Dick Roberts (49). I'm over on the west side of the mountain and not in CA. I know you are arranging some things for the 50th. Do you have the names of those attending?? Or is that someone else? Interested to know about how many 49ers will show up. -Cliff Judd (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Ray Gillette (40) To those in the class of 1949 Just to update those who have been wondering about the whereabouts of Vernon Lawson '49: I, Ray Gillette, '49 have located him down here in Arizona and we had a very nice phone call this week. He is not "online" but I may have convinced him that becoming a user would be as much fun for him as it has been for me. He has already committed to being at the reunion this year so all his old friends will be able to see him there. Was great to talk with him after about fifty years. He said that he hadn't been to other reunions. I also had a good phone conversation with another old friend and neighbor of mine from high school days. Marilyn Griffin (50), who also lives in Arizona and I chatted for a while this week. She had lived at 1308 Stevens Drive to my 1304 Stevens Dr. fifty years ago. Was also great to renew our friendship and memories. As you may be able to tell, I love getting back together talking to my old classmates. To Rick Reed (49): I was just thinking of you yesterday as the Sacramento Kings were winning their NBA game against the Utah Jazz. The Kings swept the Phoenix Suns this year during the regular season and now look like they might get by the former conference champions. The long suffering Sacramento team deserves to have a good team finally. It was good to hear that you are getting involved in this great communication medium. -Ray Gillette (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Ann Pearson (50) To: Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51) Thanks, Doreen, for the memories of your 40th reunion and of Dorty and I trying to reinact the "dress" of our era!! Brusie has already fessed up that he really did remember - and has chided me for announcing his memory loss to all - however I have to confess that I thought I was writing to Sandy on her private e-mail when suddenly after "send now" I realized I was on this great site! Another "senior moment". I am thinking of making the 50th reunion for the class of '51 since it doesn't look like any of the 50 group are doing anything... Are they?? -Ann Pearson (50) ******************************************************* >>From: Norma Loescher Boswell (53) To those who remember instructor James McGrath, a message from Bill Witherup (53): Spent my 64th birthday in (near) Santa Fe, NM, with James McGrath. We did a gig together at the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum. Bill's newspaper article explained his gig: one of a series of Art Exploration Programs for children. Kids and their parents explored clouds with artist Jim McGrath and poet William Witherup. Participants checked out the clouds shown in paintings by Georgia O'Keeffe in the museum, then created their own works of art -- visual, written, oral or movement pieces. Says Bill, "McGrath still leaves one in his dust -- incredible energy! Dorothy [Dowis] Wiley ['53] and I are discussing putting a book together on McGrath -- and his life as an artist educator." Bill has his own literary news: West End Press, Albuquerque, plans on bringing out my New and Selected poems, DOWN WIND, DOWN RIVER, spring of 2000. Also due out spring of 2000, LEARNING TO GROW: Essays on the American Experience with nuclear blah-blah -- title not set in stone. University of Arizona Press, edited by John Bradley and William Witherup as contributing editor. Bill has a daughter and 5 year old grandson living in Seattle, and a daughter who has just finished her freshman year at Cornish Conservatory of the Arts. He has just joined the staff of Elliott Bay Books. -Norma Loescher Boswell (53) ******************************************************* >>From: Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) Hello to everyone. And glad to see Maren back and wanted to say Gary did a great job. I have been looking for info on the Beardsley book, Where to send the payment. Have I missed the address? Thanks for the memories about the water towers, and the Passport Plunge, I had forgotten about them. -Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) ******************************************************* from the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book: >>From: Dennis Waltman (60) Date: Fri May 14 19:28:13 1999 Hello to all you Bombers! Please add my name to the e-mail addresses. My five kids and I enjoy reading about and looking at the photos of "the good old days." My mother still lives in Richland and my kids "get" to come over every once in awhile to visit grandma and play on the old Bomber athletic fields where the legends once played! You know you are getting old when you personally knew everyone who the athletic fields in Richland are now named after! -Dennis Waltman (60) ******************************************************* >>From: Jim Vache (64) Just yesterday I opened the 1961-1962 Columbian (our sophomore year). There we all were, short haired boys (some of you men will remember that our heads used to be covered with fuzzy stuff, which now is just a fading memory), girls in cotton dresses with big collars, earnest looking, impossibly young and somehow innocent. I immediately started thinking about the recent events in Columbine. My impression of those students were that they were older than we were at that age, turned outward to the world. I have a son who is a sophomore this year. I look (up) at him and see both wariness and worldliness. We, the children of the bomb, before beatles and assassinations, before the "I had a dream speech", before Vietnam, seem to be different, our horizons limited to the focal length of the lens into which we squinted. Look at those photos, if you have the book. There are a couple of us who seem to be preternaturally aware of what was coming. Are you one of those? -Jim Vache (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Mary Sullivan (64) I did "Welcome" Maren back, but forgot to "enter" my comments to the Sandstorm!! Basically, I just said that I was glad that she had arrived "safe and sound" to North Dakota! Also, Gary, I want to "commend" you on all your hard work while Maren was gone! My "commuter time" is up--but I will send more tomorrow!! Bomber Cheers to all (especially the Class of 64---WE RULE!!) Mary Sullivan (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65) To Dave Peyton, The name Ken Peyton rolled off my brain as it had since I was a little girl. I believe my Dad, Ernie de la Bretonne of Ernie's Printing was an old crony of your Dad's. Also, is Cindy Peyton your sister? Is my memory intact? Patricia de la Bretonne '65 ******************************************************* >>From: Joanne Boyd (67) Hey Phil Jones (69), I also have haunting memories of "torturing" Mr. Paul..... I can't believe we were so mean. I even got kicked out of class and sent to the principal's office (with Kenny DeVine). We certainly had a lot of fun and a lot of laughs in that class, I remember he finally gave up with us and told us we could sit anywhere we wanted. So a group of us sat in the back corner and had a great time. I've always wondered how long he continued teaching. It must have been awful for him.... Is there any Bomber alums (from 64--70, or so) who are living in Europe? My daughter (20, Gonzaga student) and her girlfriend are traveling there in May/June and I was looking for some contacts, in case they need help with whatever. I know Ron Sledge is there and I'm getting his e-mail address (I think), and I heard Rob Turping is there, but have no idea where. If anyone knows others, or has Rob's address, could you let me know?? I'd appreciate it- -Joanne Boyd (67) ******************************************************* >>From: Kathie Moore Adair (69) RE: Gary Soehnlein (66) Maren, I just thought there might be some Bombers out there that would like to know that Gary Soehnlein (66) suffered two cerebral hemorrhages recently. He has had surgery twice at Kadlec and is now at Lourdes in Pasco for rehab. He isn't allowed visitors yet, but the Drs. say he is doing good. You can send thoughts, prayers, cards or e-mail to Gerri & Gary Soehnlein: [deleted for privacy] Any or all would be greatly appreciated, I'm sure. Thanks a lot, -Kathie Moore Adair (69) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Franco (70) to Susan Kraemer... I also am interested in the count on Boeing Bombers... I don't remember you but you must have had a brother or sister around class of 70. I understand the weather is pretty cool back in Richland. It seemed growing up that the winters were always cool and the summers hot. I still snow ski a lot and try to keep up on developments on the east side. I understand Sput Springs is no longer in operation. Anyone out there remember ski scholl at Sput Springs? Driving through Milton-Freewater, getting stuck behind a slow moving stuck full of pea vines (nice aroma!!!).... those old cable bindings that always released when you didn't want to! I'd like to hear about skiing in the old days form any of you. And any Boeing Bombers drop me a note! -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************************* >>From: Faith McDevitt Liikala (82) Hi Diana Williams and Michael too, I thought you had at one time the nickname "Cakey," was that you?? I was in school with Mike starting in 6th grade at Jason Lee. He was a sweetheart (probably still is) and the brains of the Greg Ehlers - Mike Williams duo. No offense to Greg who I believe is now a brainy stock trader in the Windy City! Mike brought me back a really cool puka shell necklace from one of your family trips to Hawaii ---- wish I still had that thing. -Faith McDevitt Liikala (82) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/16/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 Bombers and one obit today: Norma Culverhouse (49), Donna Bowers (63), Karen Schildknecht (67), Mina Jo Gerry (68), Mike Franco (70), Jean Albaugh (72), Vicki Owens (72), Carla Delvin (77) ******************************************************* >>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49) TO Cliff Judd (49) A senior moment I guess when I put your name instead of Dick Roberts (49). Dick Roberts (49) : Saw Phil Raekes (49) at a meeting we had yesterday for the 50th class reunion. He apologized to me for not getting back to me about his e-mail address for you. Phil is busy making arrangements for one of his daughter's wedding that is coming up soon. He doesn't have e-mail at home. He has one at work but being "the judge" doesn't want to do anything improper like using company equipment for personal use. We had a great turn out for the meeting (about 20). Everyone is excited about the reunion and we are all trying to come up with some ideas to make it special. Any ideas from you out of towners? I'm pretty sure we are going to have the "Swing Unlimited" band with the big band sounds that we are all familiar with and will play all the music that was popular in the forties and early fifties. Bob Fitzpatrick showed up at the meeting - surprise. None of us have seen him for about 30 years. I believe there is going to be a big turn out of 49'ers for our 50th. I know I am looking forward to it. -Norma Culverhouse King (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Donna Bowers Rice (63) RE: Dr. Ida Mae Mecum Do any of you remember what fun we had in her class? She was extremely brilliant and I felt blessed to have her - only problem was I was in the class with a bunch of bad boys. Joe Ford (63), who always had the wildest comments, that were completely off the wall, liked to count how many times her bra-strap would fall down her arm. As a matter of fact, it was a daily ritual - counting the times when she would reach in and fix herself as she lectured. Joe always wondered what else she was fishing for. I think Kenny Wright (63) was in there and also Rob Hills (63). Frog dissection was a real trip with these guys. I never had so much fun and learned so little. I had to go to college to finally appreciate Biology and down through the years when I see an older woman with wild gray hair and rumpled clothes reach for her bra strap I get a big smile on my face. Too bad, we don't have many of those type in St. Louis. Life could certainly be more interesting here if we did. Where - oh where - are all you 63ers? -Donna Bowers Rice (63) ******************************************************* >>From: Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67) To the people planning the Class of '67 Birthday Bash: I received the party info in the mail, and thank you very much. Unfortunately, I have spoken to many people out there who aren't on the mailing list, as they haven't received any word, yet. I've been telling everyone I know about it, but I was just wondering if you had plans of putting any information on-line, such as here in the Sandstorm? Especially since there's only a month left for trip planning. I'm sure it would reach a lot of our classmates whose addresses you don't have. Thanks for listening, and looking forward to seeing everyone again. -Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67) ******************************************************* >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) Morley Paul -- what memories. I don't know who tortured whom in Senior English. His classes were so boring and he seemed to drone on forever. On the hot late spring afternoons at the end of our senior year we would all end up asleep as a result. Then he would give a test on whatever it was we were studying and we instantly would regret those fifth period naps. His tests were real brain busters. I think that is what kept him around for so long. I remember we studied Orwell's Animal Farm. I hear it will be a movie soon and have no desire to go see it as a result of that class. We did get to go to the Stonehenge replica near Maryhill Museum. I didn't go -- had to work, and I can't for the life of me remember what that trip had to do with English class. Any help out there? -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Franco (70) I think Rob Turping is in Northern Italy somewhere... maybe Milan... Peter Turping, his brother, is in the Richland area. I'm sure you can dig him up. -Mike Franco (1970) ******************************************************* >>From: Jean Albaugh (72) to Mike Franco (70)... We have old home movies of me skiing down the bunny hill at Spout Springs in about 1959.... remember the leather safety straps that caused the skies to bounce off your shins when you fell.... ouch. Who remembers the ski school instructor named Leland? He was something like the oldest ski instructor in the United States. He had a thick accent (from Norway, I think) and he always wore a green ski coat. Wasn't the one steep run called "High"? Is Spout Springs still there? At some point we started going to Mission Ridge. I used to ride the ski bus to Mission Ridge with the Ward twins and Bev Lloyd (72). What a long ride on a school bus with no rest room. It's hard to believe there is an Amphitheater in George, WA. All I remember is Martha's Inn (where we got a bathroom break). To this day, I use the vintage 1969 ski poles that Mr. Parkhurst bought me after Allan backed over my poles in our driveway. (His sister, Nora, was one of my skiing partners.) To Teri Claphan.... I can't believe I gave you the keys to the Corvette. I hope it remained our little secret. -Jean Albaugh (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Vicki Owens (72) To: Mike Franco (70) Whoa, mentioning ski school brought back a flood of memories. Although I was just two years behind you, the destination had moved from Spout Springs to Mission Ridge. Bombers usually filled two or three buses in the wee, pre-dawn hours on those frigid Saturday mornings to make the trip through Wenatchee and up the mountain. Brrrrrrzy. (I haven't experienced winter in ten years, and can't say I've missed it!) Getting there and back was half the fun, with a really happy and talkative group. There were lots of jokes and lots of singing. We would sing "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" all the way down to zero, then back up to 99 again. More than once the road was a solid sheet of ice, and we'd get out and try to push the bus up the hill. We always succeeded. Gina Ward (72--who passed away during our second year out of high school) and I would always get in the same beginners ski class, and somehow the instructor would never appreciate our efforts to master the sport. I remember one time we were supposed to ski down an intermediate slope, then line up along the hill with all of our skis parallel to each other so we were facing the instructor. I had just managed to get myself slowed down and turned around and more or less in line, when Gina came bombing down (like the good Bomber she was) and and took me down. Of course I went down on top of the next guy who went down on top of the next girl who went down... Yes, the domino effect, worked out on the slopes of Mission Ridge. During another session, we were there in that same formation, when time came to ski off one after the other so that we all followed the instructor in a single line down the mountain. Again I was next last, with Gina above me. When my turn came, off I went, then BOOM. Gina had mistakenly(?!) planted her ski pole through my ski pole basket, so I only got a couple of feet before I was jerked off my feet. Funny enough, the instructor looked back for a split second, saw us go down, and kept on going down the hill. We never saw him nor the rest of the class again. I'm sure he was glad to be rid of us. She had short knees, and used to accuse me of flicking the chair lift when I got off so that she would end up in a heap at the top of the ramp. The lift operators would have to turn the chair off so she could get out of the way. They were not impressed. But I was a nice person and would always wait for her, although I preferred to pretend that I didn't know her until we were out of the sight of those lift operators. We finally developed a method where I would push her out of the chair first, then I would dismount. One sunny Saturday afternoon we were skiing near the bottom and encountered a fair amount of red snow. It was sobering to realize that somebody had been that badly injured on the slopes, and worse when we got news that it was our ski bus companion, Ann George (72). She had left the slope and taken on a tree with her head. Ann was rushed to Wenatchee in a coma with a huge concussion, and although it was touch-and-go she made a full recovery and was able to graduate with us. The Bomber bus brigade would usually make one stop at a gas station just before leaving Wenatchee, and we would all pile out to wait our turn for toilet. There was an unspoken rule that you had to peel off all of those layers of mittens, jackets, wind pants, jeans, and long johns to be ready for your turn, then come out and re-layer while the next person went in. Still, the poor person at the end of that long line of desperate skiers usually had it rough. I can only remember leaving someone behind once, but we were just pulling out into the street when she came out yelling and waving her arms. I can't remember now who it was, but no doubt she was a sophomore. :-) It's been a lot of years since I've been on skis, but I hope some of you Bombers are still making the best use of those gorgeous mountain ranges in the Pacific Northwest. -Vicki Owens (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Carla Delvin (77) To: Mike Franco (70) I took skiing lessons at Spout Springs also. I was in the 6th grade then. My father drove me some of the time and I also remember going on a bus to Mission Ridge for "school." Those were always such cold bus rides home after getting all wet (I fell often). It seems that the ice at Mission Ridge was a major complaint when we would go there. I learned how to set an edge real well! I also skied with the Culverhouses, Comptons, and Jeff? families. I am not sure how I got invited to go with them, but they were also nice to let me tag along a couple of times a winter. I lived in Germany for a while in the 80's and skied all over Europe. Some of the small mom and pop ski areas there would remind me of Spout Springs/Mission Ridge- without the jagertea. Sorry though Mike, I am not a Boeing Bomber. I am transplanted in southern CA. now. To: Jim Vache (64) Your comments on Columbine and how it relates to Columbia High strikes one of my passions. I work in the schools (CA) as a psychologist and have been on a "crusade" for a couple of years now about teens and violence. We all have allusions about how we can keep ourselves and kids safe from school shootings and teen violence. The teens do not have the same allusions. They know they are not safe, they just don't know what to do about it. -Carla Delvin (77) ******************************************************* OBITUARY Cheryl L. Mann Smiley (possibly class of '73?) For more information, contact Shirley Collings Haskins (66) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/17/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 21 Bombers sent stuff in: Mary Triem (47), Jim Boyd (55), Judy Agen (59), Gayle Dunn (62), Marilyn Stewart (62), Dave Hanthorn (63) Glenda Smith (63), Bob Mattson (64), Claire-Ann Middel (64), Deedee Willox (64), Harvey Irby (64), Jean Armstrong (64), John Fletcher (64), Kathy Hoff (64), Larry Bowls (64), Richard Swanson (64), Teresa DeVine (64), Vernon Blanchette (64), Mike Davis (74), Mike Pearson (74), Brad Nelson (79) ******************************************************* >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) TO: All I can't believe that Ms. Mecum was still teaching in '63 - she was my biology teacher when I attended Col-Hi (graduated '47). I always had a soft spot for her because she let me NOT dissect a frog. I took biology because it looked like it might be the easiest of all science classes, but when it came to dissection, I turned as green as the frog! Norma King (49) - does Bob Fitzpatrick (49) live in the Tri-Cities? I remember he and Dawn dancing together at the Hi-Spot Club. Good luck in all your preparations for the 50th - exciting, isn't it? -Mary Triem Mowery '47 ******************************************************* >>From: Jim Boyd (55) RE: NYC, NY Guest - Bob Johnson '54 Bob Johnson (54) will be at our home May 17th and if anyone would like to send him an e-mail, I'm sure he would like that. -Jim Boyd (55) ******************************************************* >>From: Judy Agen Azure (59) This message is in response to Judy Simpson who wrote about Beth Tampien. Please pass on to Beth that Judy Agen Azure sends her best wishes. I used to date Beth's son, David. I have often wondered about the family. I remember many wonderful Christmas celebrations with our church youth group at the Tampien farm. The column "The Farmer's Wife" told stories about the farm, as well as happenings in our neighborhood. Beth also knows my mother Nellie - she will also be turning 90 old years this June 16th. I would be very interested in obtaining a couple copies of Beth's book-please let me know where to find them. If Beth would like to share any information on her family and their whereabouts I'd enjoy hearing from her. Thanks, -Judy Agen Azure (59) ******************************************************* >>From: Gayle Dunn Sutton (62) Dear, dear Ida Mae Mecum..... I loved her dearly. I was her lab helper for all three years in high school. She mentored me through some very difficult personal issues and never let me avoid dealing with reality. I was her support when her little cocker died - boy that was a tough time. She helped a lot of folks in her caring way, some of whom didn't even know she was in the background. Every year or so, I send a donation in her name to the Humane Society. She was just a really neat and caring person. -Gayle Dunn Sutton (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Marilyn Stewart Stephenson (62) RE: the bus that ran into the house In the Sandstorm issue you sent, there was a memory contributed by Billye Conley Drew (61). She spoke about the bus that ran into the house at 1313 Swift Blvd. in about 1949 or 1950. I lived in the house when that happened. I could feel the house move when the bus hit. It felt like an earthquake. It actually plowed into the kitchen and dining room of the other side of the duplex. The little girl next door (Sally Kay Rees Dall, class of 1963) was sitting in the dining room eating a bowl of chili. Her mom ran to get her, and was hurt by the bus. Part of the house collapsed onto the kitchen and dining room and Sally was trapped. She was rescued by Paul "Herbie" West's dad. Paul was from our graduating class, too, but sadly passed away. My brother was in the bathroom when the bus hit the house, on the pot and the force of the impact knocked him off the toilet. -Marilyn Stewart Stephenson (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Dave Hanthorn (63) These Bomber sites sure are bringing back a host of memories. The irrigation ditches, the Spudnut Shop, Zip's Drive In, and the A&W Drive In. (They still have A&W drive-ins up in British Columbia!) I grew up on Perkins Ave. There was a whole gang of kids who used to hang out and play "sandlot" sports at the little playground on the 1200 block of Perkins. There was Tim and Maren Smyth (and the rest of the Smyth kids), Jay Williamson (63) and his sisters, Denny Casto (63), Terry (63) and Gary (64) Webb, Bobby McClellan (66), Jon Burnley (63), Rod Brewer (65) and I'm sure I have left out tons of others. (I wish my memory was better, but it just isn't). Sadly, Jay Williamson and Jon Burnley were both killed in tragic accidents a few years after they graduated from high school. Does anyone remember having "cherry phosphates" at Densow Drug Store? We also used to go for Cokes and fries after school at the Pennywise Drug Store in the 1200 block of Thayer which was right behind the playground that I mentioned before.) Does anybody remember Junior Achievement at the High School? After the meetings, we would pile about 12 kids into one car and head down the hill to Zip's. Who remembers standing at the beginning of the basketball games until the mighty Bombers scored their first field goal? And how about the confetti at the games? How about "buck night" at the drive-in movies? Tim Smyth would drive his folk's old "woody" Pontiac station wagon loaded up with kids and we would all get in for a dollar for the carload. Gas cost about 25 cents per gallon then, so a little pocket change chipped in by everyone went a long way. Tim used to take us to the Tri City Braves baseball games over at Sanders Field in Kennewick too. Are there any "troopers" from the Richland Players little theater group reading this? I have lots of fond memories from those days in the "limelight". Is there anybody reading this who remembers Skip, Patty, and Terry Hutton? They lived on the 1100 block of Perkins until the middle 1950's, then moved to Yakima. I can't think of any more "special" Richland memories right now, but I am sure more will come as I continue to read the Alumni Sandstorm. Like I told my sister Alice (59) the other day, its almost like walking through a time machine. Thanks again Maren, Dave Hanthorn (63) ******************************************************* >>From: Glenda Smith Hultman (63) Donna - I remember Ida Mae Mecum! I was there when an experiment blew up one day - Poof! - and powdered her nose with black powder. I always wondered why since she kept pulling up her straps her slip always showed beneath her skirt. It's a wonder I love biology given how distracted we all were. Looking back now, I see courage and I feel tenderness for her. g -Glenda Smith Hultman (63) ******************************************************* >>From: Bob Mattson (64) It's come to this: God, as I knew him, died in my arms. My life on this planet was nothing but 19 years - lost -when God died. I held him, and spoke kind words and tried with all my might to be a comfort. I hoped that God would save himself. I asked so passionately. From the very core of my being, I asked Him to hold me. But he was letting go, as if he had no choice. I was there with God in my arms, across my legs for 19 long years. I didn't even think of Him not being there with me, even after all those years. I was frightened by the thought - so very frightened. It was something that could not happen. He was still in my grasp. Soon my talk turned to pleas, growing demands. Had I been abandoned? Curses and a rapture of pleading fell as silence tasted my mouth. I wondered what I could do with God - here - dying in my arms. Everything I had - or could ever be - was slipping away, no matter what either God or I wanted. To forget would be to become counterfeit, and I need to be as whole as I can be. Then God died, and he didn't really want to. We both said this. I didn't want to die with him laying deep in a bamboo forest. My sprit will always remember, and what we tried to do that day - a thousand years ago today. To think it was myself I held that day, so close, so far from home, and God lay dying, in my arms. Blood and dirt make mud. -Bob Mattson, Grunt, USMC (class of '64 homework) ******************************************************* >>From: Claire-Ann Middel Hill (64) I've been reading most of the memories people have referred to and wonder "where was I?", since so many of them don't ring any bells.... guess I just wasn't paying enough attention.... I do remember the ddt fog trucks though and most people think I made that one up. We lived on Hains during our first stint in Richland and I remember the dike not being there, and lots of spiders when the water would rise. Returning from California a few weeks ago I sat next to a guy on the plane who asked where I grew up. When I mentioned Richland, he immediately asked if that was the place where we had mushroom clouds as mascots..... our fame is wide-spread! -Claire-Ann Middel Hill (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) Oh, oh, it's 3:53. Guess I'd better get with it. I've been reading the Sandstorm since the start, but rarely write in. Many of my memories are painful ones, but as I read the Sandstorm, I realize that I have many good memories also. I remember playing tag, hide & seek, kick the can, etc. with all the neighborhood kids. In the summer, we played outside late and our parents didn't have to worry about us. I'd never let my granddaughter roam the neighborhood at night in these times! I guess we didn't realize what a carefree life we really had. One of my very pleasant memories is roller skating every Friday night at the Rollarena next to Tastee Freeze on Stevens. I loved to skate (still do it occasionally). In all the talk about teachers, the only one I thought of with great regard was my 9th grade Algebra teacher at Carmichael, Mrs. Johnson. I absolutely HATED math, but when I got into algebra, she explained everything so well that I found it easy. Thank you, Mrs. Johnson, wherever you are. I spent thru 2nd grade at Lewis & Clark. We lived at 320 Craighill in the south end of town. Yes, WHitehall 5-2863, I do remember my phone number. I then went to Christ the King (my choice, fool that I was!) for 3rd thru 7th. Did 8th at Carmichael because I was kicked out of CK (thank God!). How I hated school!! But I didn't hate learning. I read profusely then and still do. Well, enough for this time. Does anyone know where Dena Evans is? She was class of '64 but moved to Pendleton before graduating; her brother is Jerry Evans who was also in class of 64. Deedee Willox Loiseau Class of '64 ******************************************************* >>From: Harvey Irby (64) I recently went to see the movie "October Sky" and it brought back a flood of memories about those times in the late 50's in Richland. Milt Szulinski (63) and I used to build model rockets in my secret basement chemistry lab (converted coal bin in our "B" house at 1303 Haines) and take them out in the desert to launch them. I also remember using Milt's 3" telescope to look at the moon and planets and dream of space travel. -Harvey Irby (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64) Does anyone remember the blue, red and green plastic that you put on the black and white TV's that made it "color" TV??? I was thinking about that the other day and remembered that we had one and thought that was the neatest thing invented.. Who would have thought that someday there would be real color TV??? -Jean Armstrong Reynolds ' 64 ******************************************************* >>From: John Fletcher (64) Really looking forward to the 35th reunion in August. Gail (Franz) and crew are doing a great job getting the news out. I'm totally retro and listening to lots of British invasion rock and roll. That was 64 and 65. Yardbirds, Animals, Peter and Gordon, Chad and Jeremy, Cilla Black, Dusty Springfield and those guys from Liverpool. See you in August. I had the lasik corrective eye surgery last month and am available for comment if anyone is thinking of having it done. -John Fletcher (64) ******************************************************* from the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book: >>From: Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) Date: Sun May 16 21:15:40 1999 GOOOOO BOMBERS!!!!! This is just great! I would like to thank Gary Behymer, Maren Smyth and all their helpers for the hard work and time in putting this together. THANK YOU!! I have so many good memories of growing up in Richland, W. Richland and N. Richland: John Ball School in the North Richland Trailer Camp - Dawn Bern, Maxine Mckune, Gay Edwards, Susan Harding, Steve Hexum, Gary Brehm, Jan Lawson, Fred Breedlove, Dennis Muir, John Fletcher, Candy Witt. Then on to Jason Lee, Carmichael and Col High to meet many more friends. Oh, and to do a little learning too. Atomic Frontier Days, walking around the Uptown on Saturday afternoon and having a Spudnut a la mode at the Spudnut shop, going down the chutes (across the Columbia from the 300 Area) swimming at Beer Falls, in the flumes and the sand dunes at the ditch - just a few of my favorite things. Oh, there's so much more. What a great place to grow up. CLASS OF '64 - I WILL SEE YOU AT THE 35TH!!!!! -Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Larry Bowls (64) There really is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow (depending on the definition of sex... uhh.... I mean gold). Traveling to Lancaster California, a so called "high" desert community north of Los Angeles, I saw a sign announcing "SPUDNUTS". I couldn't believe my eyes and I did a "U" turn to check it out. I enthusiastically asked the proprietor about their spudnut making and - you guessed it - "Spudnuts" from potato flour ingredients. It was for real, and with no further hesitation I bought a dozen, (a bakers dozen actually). I was really excited about my find and was looking forward to sharing the news (and the remaining goodies... gulp... six gone very quickly) with my wife, Donna Young (Class 1964). They were terrific!! Were they better than Richland spudnuts? Actually I think so, but there is nothing as nostalgic as coming back to Richland to have "real" spudnuts. Keith Hunter (Class of 63) the store is located at West 20th and "L" Street. Why have you have been keeping this a secret? -Larry Bowls, Class 1964 ******************************************************* >>From: Richard Swanson (64) I remember going fishing, water skiing, swimming (at the big pool), bird hunting, motorcycle riding, working at the movie theaters, cutting grass and working outside at odd jobs, eating at zips, tastee freeze, arctic circle and A & W. I remember all of the nice weather and not knowing how lucky I was to live in Richland. I remember sleeping outside from about May to October because it was too hot to sleep in the house. I remember running behind the little jeeps spraying for the mosquitoes (that's the reason I am the way I am). I remember having a vegetable garden and that the corn would be about one foot high by the time school was out and the first radishes were ready to eat by April. I remember taking "Big Surp" home lots of time on my Yamaha (he was a great guy to have as a friend, nobody messed with him). I remember the day that JFK came out to Hanford and the day that he was killed and what class I was in. I remember study hall and how much I got done there (ya, right). I remember wanting to ask a few different girls for a date, but was always to bashful (just like now). I remember watching fireworks on the 4th of July. I remember riding along the Columbia River at night when it was snowing and how "light" it was for being in the night. I remember going to school in the winter on my Yamaha and wishing that the signals would turn red so that I could stop a minute and warm-up. I remember going water skiing every year on New Years Day with my uncle Bill. Later, Richard Swanson (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Teresa DeVine Knirck (64) This is from Teresa Devine Knirck (64) and Bill Knirck (65). We are using our son Jason's far more updated Dell computer while he is in Ireland for three months. We are really looking forward to the Class of 64 Reunion August 13-15, 1999. Even though Bill is Class of 65, he says he always has just as much (more) fun at the Class of 64 party because of all the great people who really know how to value their old buddies and have a great time -- Judy, Jan, Kerry, Jamie, Don G, Kathy H, Kathy R, Claire Ann -- and on and on. This time of year I always think back to the May of our senior year -- a pretty carefree time -- everyone knew where they would be headed in the fall, the weather was good, just a great time to enjoy the last days of high school. Wendy Carlberg and I spent a lot of time driving around; seems like on Monday nights the public library was a happening place -- not to study -- just to check out who was there. Wasn't it also that spring that Col-Hi put on the great production of Bye-Bye Birdie, with Andi Rowe, and was it Fred Foss? Someone needs to help me out here, but I remember it was a wonderful production -- we went at least twice. Anybody out there who was in it? Lloyd Swain (66) maybe or Donna Pardee (65) -- Andi R for sure. See you all at the reunion! -Teresa DeVine Knirck (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Vernon Blanchette (64( Did you know that a dinosaur that wears a blindfold is called an "I don't thinkysauris". or If a bird that flys over the sea is a seagull, what is a bird that flys over the bay? Yum! Ah! The consequences of raising a 9 year old... elementary school jokes! Perhaps we could share those? Eny weigh. Let thee powers that bee no that I is educated and canne spel gud. Do eye pas thee home wrk test?? love from Florida, where the snow never stays long... (heck, it never even trys to visit!) -Vern Blanchette (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Davis (74) To Mike Franco (70): Never had the opportunity to experience the beautiful ski slopes here in the Northwest. I guess my schedule would never allowed it. During the ski season I was usually in Hyannis Port with JFK and his family. -M.Davis (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Pearson (74) For the record, and with apologies if it's boring, this note's about me, not about my friends, yet. What nostalgia! My schoolmates are one of about five major groups with whom a reunion might be fun... but where's our 25th for the class of 1974? Maybe a few of us could have an informal one. I don't mind the prospect of being considered a failure, not having a career that you can detect. I put in my time, and claim the glory of granfalloonery, however it's spelled. Over the years, Five brothers and I attended Richland schools, but I attended the most, 10 years. Five of us graduated from Col-Hi, I last. (My brother Thomas graduated from Kamiakin, I think.) What happened to the class of '74? Of course we all have friendly acquaintances from years like '71, '72' 73, 'all the 70's and 80s etc. and 1926 too. Every year has a different experience, with upheavals like Vietnam, a President forced to resign, the "recreational" drugs and space-out culture of the late 60s, an amazing lot of music! and we were the younger siblings or only children who came in the wake of all that. Some of us kept to our books and studies. During some classes, I was frequently out under the stairs at Art Dawald Gymnasium reading science fiction or a book by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. So it goes. I lunched almost every sunny day the last semester (an apple and an orange) in the announcer's booth at the American Legion baseball field, where one day, I calculated that my Col Hi gpa was not exciting...after almost all "A's" at Carmichael. Well, if it seems self- centered to ruminate over this, at least I could not help being so smart, then so dumb, and now, so-so. We too played a lot of sports in the park where Thayer and Cottonwood's numbers are smallest. Many of my friends went on to successful careers. I set out to be a writer, and wrote one book, not published, did lots of semi-skilled work and lots of college.* My military experience was caffeine-drenched but glorious for a writer-wannabe, since I was a base newspaper editor. But we took our vows to protect the Constitution with great reverence and solemnly followed through. I was in Cheyenne, at ground zero with my fellow Air People. * Plus my two months as a Pizza Hut delivery driver in Richland in 1992. Glory! -Mike Pearson (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Brad Nelson (79) Diana Williams Francis' question about Garden Park swimming pool brought back good memories of tag, diving board tricks, quiet evening swims, barbecues, and tennis with friends at Garden Park. I too would like to hear more from the late seventies early 80s crowd. It was fun to hear from you Diana. Who remembers water skiing up stream on the Columbia. Putting in at the water treatment plant? Beaching at third island, the "old car", or the Port of Benton (jumping off "the port" or the swinging out over the water on rope hung from a tree on the North side of the port). Floating down the Columbia. Those were good times! Going back to the elementary school days at Jason Lee. Who remembers the fields before the city extended Sunset St. and Wright Ave.? There use to be a big wood stump out near the by-pass highway close to the Richland airport. It was an adventure to hike out to the stump and picnic on a summer day. About the whole body counter experience which seems unique to the Tri-Cities in the 60's. Does anyone know of radiation sampling on children in other area's of the country? I remember being excused to visit "the trailer" and nap on the padded mat which moved under the huge Geiger counter. Has anyone ever heard or seen results of those tests? Brad Nelson ('79) Jason Lee, Chief Jo *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/18/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 14 Bombers sent stuff in: Howard Kirz (60), Kay Lynch (60), Rose Boswell (61), Emajean Stone (63), Peg Sheeran (63), Ken Peterson (64), Paul Jill Lyons (64), Rafael Alcazar (64), David Rivers (65), Patty de la Bretonne (65), Phil Jones (69), Bard Upton (74), Terry Hutson (74), Shannon Weil (82) ******************************************************* >>From: Howard Kirz (60) Can't believe the rush of memories about Ida Mae Mecum! Must have been the image of her endlessly tugging at her left (it was left wasn't it?) bra strap when she lectured to us. Or was it that gross green frog all splayed out with stick pins and little white strings? Or that she introduced us to so many wildflowers who've been friends ever since? Or insisted that we join the Caduceus Club (which never really had an agenda or any redeeming social purpose). Or the notes she sent when we finished grad school or med school? Seems like Ida Mae might be the one who deserved a lot of the congratulations. What say Dr. Waltman? -Howard Kirz (60) ******************************************************* >>From: Kathleen O'Shea (Kay Lynch '60) Thank you, Claire-Ann Middel Hill (64) for mentioning the plague of spiders that followed upon the Great and Lesser Floods. Do you remember anything about the "bounty" which was awarded for every Black Widow Spider which was caught and killed? In my neighborhood, 204 Abert, new kids were taken "across the Highway" and shown the poisonous, deadly, arachno-attackers before they had a chance to get chomped. It left quite an impression, well worth a limerick or two: Children brought up in Richland were fearful. About spiders, they sure got an earful: desert spiders would kill ya; full of poison they'd fill ya; just to think of the crawlers made them tearful! Now, these phobic little kids are long grown. They have children who have kids of their own. But should a spider, real or rubber, cross their paths, they'd sure blubber; leap on their desks, call 911 on the phone! Not to reveal too much about the kind of life I live, but I've actually spent time wondering about what percentage of Richland kids turned out to be arachnophobic. I'm right there at the head of the line and have held that position in Richland, Seattle, Minneapolis, and now Aurora, CO. Of my 5 bros and sisses, at least half are unashamed phobics. How about you? -Kathleen O'Shea (Kay Lynch '60) ******************************************************* >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) My email was down for a couple of days. Did anyone have an answer for my questions about the Indian Burial Grounds? -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ******************************************************* >>From: Emajean Stone (63) This is turning into such an enjoyable part of my morning - looking at my e-mail to see who has written into the Sandstorm. Does anyone remember - when we were younger - that there were high school guys who would pedal (literally) ice cream using bicycles which had freezer compartments on the front? So much more enjoyable than the incredible ice cream delivery trucks we have in San Jose with their blaring terrible music. Usually the same song. I remember that the boy across the street from us on Olympia had such a route - and if he was out on his route, we could go to the back door and his mother would sell us ice cream bars. Does anyone else remember that they use to make banana ice cream bars just like the fudge ones. Also a quick note to Donna Bowers Rice ('63): I can always hear your voice in P.E. in our sophomore year yelling when we were playing soft ball. "Get the lead out, Emajean!" So glad to hear you are alive and well in St. Louis. -Emajean Stone ('63) ******************************************************* >>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) To David Hanthorn (63) RE: The Richland Players.... My Mom helped make costumes for their productions. I think of Jim Van Wyck's (66) Mm and Mrs. Mary Fleischer when I think of the productions. My Dad was a Meistersinger, a large singing group of men conducted by the Englishman, Sid Irving (in the 40's and maybe early 50's) (Practiced and sang mostly at the high school. ) They were quite good, and even made a record or two. Have a group picture of them, and some of the memorabilia. To Harvey Irby (64) RE: Milt Szulinski... Remember seeing Milt flying his hot air balloon in the field below the high school years after we graduated. Wonder where he is now. His Mom was either a girl scout or brownie leader (or helper, anyway) when I was in a troop as a kid. She was a funny, patient lady. [Peg - Milt is on the class of '63 deceased list. :-( -Maren] To John Fletcher (64) Re: Lasik eye surgery... I've often thought longingly about how wonderful it would be to be free of glasses, but at our age (53+), don't we have to wear reading glasses anyway? and any close work, (which I can now do without my glasses), would require reading glasses. (I like to go to sleep reading, and love not having to fool with my glasses to read in bed.) Tell me what you think. -Peg Sheeran Finch ('63) ******************************************************* >>From: Ken Peterson (64) Hi to the Bomber alumni, I have a question: What year did the original Sandstorm start? -Ken Peterson (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Paula Jill Lyons (64) Donna Bowers Rice (63): Your biology class sounds tame compared to mine. Shelly McCoy (63) and Cecil Howard (62) were both in mine. Biology wasn't a class for me - it was a lounge act! Shelly coming in late and trying to hide behind the skeleton (I think Dr. Mechum really did like him!), and Cecil arguing with her on Darwin's theory of evolution. Cecil asked her if she thought they swung from the rafters eating bananas at the last summer. And what's worse, I sat beside Shelly in study hall in the old auditorium - believe me, I was hit by more than one tomato aimed at him. Work for the general manager of Boston Scientific Northwest Technology Center in Redmond, Washington. Have six of the most beautiful nieces and two of the most precious great nieces in the world -- REALLY!! I'm not just prejudiced. Three generations of females! Live in Kirkland, WA. Have been a volunteer with Eastside Domestic Violence Program for seven years and on the Board of Directors for the past three. Have full, happy life, loving friends - am still looking for Mr. Right for Me. -Paula Jill Lyons (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Rafael Alcazar (64) I do steal the time to read the Sandstorms, specially those of the 64' class, but do not steal the time to write even a couple of lines. It is not fair to you and Gary, who have worked so hard to put this together, and nurse it while it "mushroomed". There are too many "I remembers"... even though my time on Richland was much too short, while reading Richard Swanson's (64) memories of swimming in the big pool, it brought me many of "breaking the ice" (well, not quite but, for a boy raised in the Caribbean, it felt that way...) in the early mornings by taking a long run from the shallow end and diving as far as possible (as in "you can't get out now, so may as well swim") and swimming the first two laps (100 mtrs.) as fast as possible. Then the workout routine would start in preparation for the swim meets. I remember getting up in the early morning to go to school thinking "WOW, this is cold..." and it was only late September!!! and I also remember - later in the REAL winter - crunching the grass in the early morning hours, when I was so bundled up I could hardly walk. (Think that the lowest temp range I had ever experienced before coming to Richland was in the high 70's..) I remember the basketball games, the HiSpot on Saturday nights, the teachers who were so helpful and patient, the root beer "cones" on a hot afternoon, which were sweating almost as much as I was; but, most of all, I remember people. Not all by name unfortunately, but many, many faces, moments, dances, escapades, parties... There are, always, very special people and I guess those who are part of those memories truly know who they are. In the end, people are who make the memories; everything else is a frame of reference around them. My best memory of Richland is just that... the people who are an integral part of them. Yes, I am looking forward to the reunion and to seeing again many of those who are part of the memories, and remember those who are part of our lives, in the presence of their love and spirit. Best regards, -Rafael Alcazar (64) ******************************************************* >>From: David Rivers (65) Tuna's Poem: I read what Bob Mattson (64) contributed in today's Sandstorm with chills. There are many of us who were "lucky" enough to come back to the world... one piece or not. We weren't very welcome when we got here and it wasn't anything like we remembered it. But here we were. I spent my first month back with the Hell's Angels. They were the most gracious hosts I've ever known. They took returnees in like lost sheep and fed us and nurtured us as if we were lost children, stunned by some freak accident and dazed beyond recognition. I'll never forget those guys though I have forgotten most of their names. I still recall the warm "Welcome home, Marine!"...the only one I heard. Tuna, Thanks for sharing..... HooRah!!!!! -David Rivers (65; S/Sgt USMC 66-70) ******************************************************* >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) Andie Rowe and MIKE Foss. Wow. Thank you for reminding me. Where is Andie Rowe? When I was a jr. I was in the triple trio with her. Anyone remember other names? Patty de la Bretonne '65 ******************************************************* >>From: Phil Jones (69) I was wondering who would have the nerve (or lack of good sense) to bring up Bunny Stompin (or Bunny Bashing) as we called it. Mike Artz (71) opened that can of worms. Now there's one of the late night activities that I bet you wouldn't want your kid to be doing, huh? When I talk about all the high school activities that occupied our interest, that one is always left out. I can't believe we actually did it. My best recollection of Bunny.... you know, was getting the pick-up truck stuck out in the sand by the 300 area at 2 in the morning. That was restricted territory and we were wandering around in it. We finally were detained at the guard station pending out parents arrival. (a not so happy arrival, I might add) The old character in the guard station was an old jock who claimed to have played football at Carlisle College with Jim Thorpe. It was a fascinating conversation that took some of sting out of the situation. I won't discuss any more details, however, about the activity of Bunny Stompin. -Phil Jones 69 ******************************************************* >>From: Brad Upton (74) Hey Bombers, Yes, Mr. Juricich and Mr. Neidhold taught thousands of us to drive. I believe most of us had our first driver's ed with our dad's out at the old trailer park in North Richland. Remember how exciting it was for dad to stop, get out and walk around the car and say "all yours." It was exciting until you under corrected on your first turn and head off through the tumbleweeds. One of my funniest memories of the old trailer court (it's funny now) was during our sophomore year. Tim Aichele had a pick up truck. Each day about 10 or 11 of us (3 in the cab, the rest in back) would head to the Arctic Circle, get the food to go and then drive around and kill the rest of lunch hour. We wound up driving around the old trailer court when the guys in the cab saw several stacks of those bee hives in the white boxes sitting nearby. They proceeded to roll up the cab windows, back up to the hives (much to our horror and anger) and rev the engine and blow hot, stinking exhaust all over the hives. I remember looking at them in the cab as they were hysterical with laughter at the predicament they were putting us in. Needless to say the bees were a bit pissed and ready to defend the hive. Our screams of horror turned to threats of assault, Tim pulled away (slowly) and nobody got hurt. Yeah, it's funny now and if I was in the cab I would have done the same thing. Do you think I use (parentheses) enough? -Brad Upton '74 ******************************************************* >>From: Terry Hutson Semmern (74) To Mike Davis (74) with regards to Ski Slopes and Ski Season. You're so funny, Mike. I was not one of the fortunate ones to go Hyannis Port with the Kennedys, I was one of those ski bunnies who bared the cold, frozen ice, broken legs/fingers/ankles and broken down school buses. I swore every year I wouldn't put myself through that brutality but I found myself signing up to join my sister, Shelley Hankins, Pam Kaye, Patty Crawley, Tom Chase, Rich Hale and Dave Beldsoe (alone with 80 others) to take on the slopes of Mission Ridge in Wenatchee. Getting up at 3:00 am in the morning was NOT my idea of fun. And trying to sleep on a crammed packed bus with duffle bags under your feet, skis and/or poles sticking in your back, and elsewhere (especially if you're sitting in the back of the bus) WAS NOT COMFORTABLE. Then when you're trying to get sleep, you've got fellow ski mates starting a sing-a-long. It was like living in a college dorm. All in all, it was all worth it. As soon as we hit those slopes, the fun started. And I won't mention the fact the some of us (of course, not me) would hide wine in the bouda bags. Oh what fun! And the ski instructors were pretty cute too. After a long day of skiing, we head home, wet, tired, sore. Was it worth it? Yes. Especially one year as I took a bad fall and hurt my ankle. All the attention I got was great! Being rushed down the slopes to emergency wasn't all that bad. But what I loved was being carried to the ski bus by 3 guys. I even got a whole seat on the bus since I had to keep my leg straight. Hey, did I sign up for ski season next year? YOU BET! -Terry Hutson Semmern (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Shannon Weil Lamarche (82) My family recently moved back to the United States from Mexico (we were there for 3 years). Relocated to the Central New Jersey/Princeton area. I would love to hear from any Bombers who may be in the area. -Shannon Weil Lamarche (Class of 1982) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/19/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 23 Bombers sent stuff in: Dave Brusie (51), Lurene Bernhart (52), Mike Bradley (56), Tom Matthews (57), Ken Dudney (59), Bill Moyers (60), Kay Lynch (60), Bob Rector (62), Berta Hettinger (64), Carol Converse (64), Jo Miles (64), Kathie Roe (64), Ken Finley (64), Mary Sullivan (64), Sandy Hardin (65), Pam Ehinger (67), Patty Eckert (68), Ann Minor (70), Dee Shipman (72), Jean Albaugh (72), Mike Davis (74), Linda King (79), Curt Clement (85) ******************************************************* >>From: Dave Brusie (51) 44 to 51 I read an entry, and it started me thinking, and that's something in its self. It was the same for all of us in the early days, we came from all parts of the country. I from South Dakota, and in 1944, and had the fantastic opportunity to live in the great "Dust and Wind Bowl" that was Hanford sight, not the sight which is now Hanford. I can still hear the tune that was playing at the Roller Rink, which was nothing more that a bunch of plywood boards, with a tent over it. The community bath houses were fantastic. I relive that bath house every time I see "Hawkeye" in the shower on "Mash". My mother worked in the mess halls, and my father drove a bus to deliver the workers to the areas. One of my fondest memories was that I shined shoes at the bus depot in the old Hanford, alongside Otis. Yes the same Otis that shined shoes at Ganzels Barber Shop. Otis and I talked about those days many times, God Rest his Sole, I loved that man. I remember the first pro football game I ever saw, was the Seattle Bombers playing the Portland Rockets at the same stadium at Hanford that Marty Tomason and the Crane Riggers used to play Baseball. I guess the fondest memory that I have is the fact that you never had the thought that you were an only child?. I always had big brothers and sisters at Col-Hi, Don Richey, Don Latta, Ray Hultman, Orvillle Marcum, Bev Keller, Bonese Collins, Lucille Richardson, just to name a few. You just had that feeling that they were there for you. I remember the white pullover lettermans sweater that Don Richey gave me (I guess he grew out of it), I think i wore it to bed for a week. I will get down to other memories at another time. -Dave Brusie (51) ******************************************************* >From: Lurene "Bernie" Bernhart Reed (52) I have enjoyed reading all the stories and messages from everyone, but have not written any myself until now. The memories of Ida Meecum prompted me to do so. I never had her for a teacher myself, but she was a close personal friend of my mother, Esther Bernhart, also a teacher at Sacajawea and Carmichael Jr. Hi. She visited our home often with Daisy, her dog. She usually had as much hair on her clothing as did the dog had on her back. She was definitely an "unusual" woman, but it is nice to hear what an impression she has made on so many people and how she also helped through personal problems as well as sharing her knowledge. Other teacher friends of my mother's were Hazel Latta (Carol Latta Miller's mom (52), Helen Baudendistel, (Maryann Baudentistel's mom (52), and Leola Black. Probably some of you also had them as dedicated teachers. Some influence must have happened as, even though I didn't ever plan to teach, I will be retiring from the Grant School District in Sacramento after a 30-year career. Anyhow, I will be at the 50th for the class of 49 and hope to renew more memories and friendships then. -Lurene "Bernie" Bernhart Reed (52) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Bradley (56) I can remember some episodes relative to Black widow spiders. How about rattlesnakes. We used to get paid .25 cents per rattler for any rattler we could catch in town. How many remember kind of cheating by going down to areas of the dike and roosting them little rattlers out of there. How about the time that the city of Richland introduced king snakes into the downtown city park to get rid of the rattlers that entered the park during the 48 flood. It seemed the citizens of Richland could care less what kind of snakes were in the park, for a while everybody avoided the place until the city finally went in and reclaimed all of the King snakes. It seems a snake is a snake. -Mike Bradley (56) ******************************************************* >>From: Tom Matthews (57) Black Widow Spiders: Enjoyed the spider limerick! I remember avoiding spiders growing up in Richland, but never developed any great fear of them. During my 3 years as a 4th grade teacher at Spalding, I attempted to lessen the fears of "phobic children" toward spiders but who knows, may have made it worse. Twice, Black Widow spiders came slowly and dramatically down the wall of my classroom during class, causing quite a disruption. I remember keeping one of the two in a jar on my desk for weeks so everyone could see the red hourglass shape its abdomen. -Tom Matthews (57) ******************************************************* >>From: Ken Dudney (59) Wow, what fun reading what others remember about Richland and Columbia High. I didn't get to Richland until my eighth grade at Carmichael, about the middle of the year. I think that my experiences there were mostly over looked by almost everyone, but I did have lots of good memories. I remember having a cast party after a production of a play that the Thespians put on at an old theater in downtown and having the punch spiked by one of the seniors. I'm sure it wasn't much alcohol, but all of us thought it was a lot. Going to the swimming pool on the hottest days in the United States, was a definite highlight during the summer. I worked for Safeway when I became 16 and thought I had become a millionaire when I got my first check. I made a grand total of 87 1/2 cents an hour. Does anyone remember Buddy Bloom? His father and mother worked in their yard everyday and had the most beautiful one I remember. I was in the band and remember forming the bomber in the middle of the football field, every game and marching from one end to the other. I am so happy that the people of Richland didn't allow the name change, a while back. I'm sure that, as I read what the rest of you have to write about, I will have other memories come flooding back into my somewhat senile brain. I looked at my school annual, some time back, and not only did I not remember some of the people listed, but I felt that I had never seen or heard of them ever before. Reading what is written here has brought back lots of memories, however. Keep up the good work. -Ken Dudney (59) ******************************************************* >>From: Bill Moyers (60) Re: The bus that ran into the house on Swift Blvd around 1949 or 1950: I remember that was a sad day at our house also, as the bus driver, who had a heart attack and died in the accident, was a good friend of my Dad (Smokey Moyers, now deceased). He and my Dad were both bus drivers and worked the same shifts. They did a lot of fishing together, and he was around our house some, though I don't remember a lot about him (I was only about 7 yrs. old). I do remember that we called him Harvey, but I don't know if that was his first name or last name. I think Dad was a pallbearer at his funeral. Does any one else out there remember anything about Harvey?? Maybe there's the newspaper story on file somewhere in the archives of the Tri-City Herald. -Bill Moyers (60) ******************************************************* >>From: Kathleen O'Shea (Kay Lynch '60) To: Rose Smith (61) Re: Location of Indian Burial Grounds I've been curious about this ever since I read your original note, Rose. Where *was* the burial site you mentioned? There were 3 mounds down by the river, where (I think) the motel and golf facility are now, but that was a long time ago. Those mounds must have washed away in The Great Flood but I have a firm memory of them after the flood, just as clear a memory as my first awareness that Spiders Can Swim. Maybe they were on a natural rise of some sort? Please share whatever information you get. Thanks! -Kathleen O'Shea ~~ aka Kay Lynch (60) ******************************************************* >>From: Bob Rector (62) RE: Black Widow Spiders / Kathleen O'Shea ~ aka Kay Lynch (60) Poor little widows with red dots on their tummy, They're only that way cause the genes of their mummy. For recess we let them crawl up on our arm, Till Miss Rand was informed and screetched an alarm. She thought we would die right there on the play ground... But Jason Lee and ourselves are yes, still around. The moral of the story is not to be fearful.... The smashing of spiders, to some is just tearful. For how could they choose the color of parent, or gender or age, or location of other. For they never did pine for this city you see, and they only were born here to be close to their mother. Kathleen, I liked your poetry better. -Bob Rector (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Berta Hettinger (64) Hello, Richland, If you are talking about 6:00 P.M. PST then I made the deadline! I play tennis on Mondays at 5:00, so just got home. We have been having beautiful Spring weather here in Hancock, Mass. It is really neat to see the hills greening up and hear the birds singing. I even had my grass mowed for the first time. This is my favorite time of year. I still have to teach school until June 23, but there is an end in sight. The fishing is very good. The lakes are still cold enough at the surface that I do not have to cast out too far. They stock big trout here. I'm looking forward to catching a tiger trout. - first time they have stocked that one. I have to play in a tennis match this Saturday in Springfield, MA. There are so many things to do and so little time. I better hurry up and retire! Have a great day. Berta Hettinger '64 ******************************************************* >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) Maren: Welcome back!! We all have missed you. Gary has done an excellent job filling in for you though. Hats off to him and all who helped!! Carol Converse Maurer (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Jo Miles (64) Growing up in Richland: circa 1952 - 1965 Why were those years so good? Many things were taken for granted by children. The country was at peace, clean water flowed freely from household taps, schools were good, and parents cared. The world seemed healthy. Although Russians were not trusted, World War II and Korea were past. Hitler was a memory, an example of what should never happen again. In Richland, the sun shined 300 days a year. The corner drugstore and grocery, little league field and service station were a few short blocks from every residence. Movie theaters and the public swimming pool were just bicycling distance away. There was a choice of 2 rivers to explore the wild, inviting banks for hours, and days, for years. Anyone could walk to church or simply worship the bright blue sky above. Good doctors kept us healthy. Every lawn was mowed. Every house painted. Warm spudnuts, shopping at CC Anderson's and celebrations at the Bomber Bowl are memories prized by every kid from Richland. Why were those years so good? Protection. Parents raised children in an atomic city positioned far away from evil, urban blight and social degradation. It was serenity and goodness without conflict. The most violent TV show was "Have Gun Will Travel" in black and white. The good years were before we were stunned by death in Viet Nam, heart broken by terminal cancer, and robbed by alcoholism. It was before we encountered the repugnance of skid row, hard drugs and tyrannical dictators. We were innocent and it was marvelous. This one's for you, Tuna Bob! -Jo Miles (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Kathie Roe Truax (64) To: David Rivers (Class of '65) Thank you for your comments in today's Sandstorm regarding Bob Mattson's (64) recent submission. For many of us who did not personally experience Vietnam, the thought of how it must have been to participate in that war has always been too frightening to contemplate. Therefore, I was at a complete loss for words when I read Bob's recent heart-felt submission. David, your note reminded me we still need to acknowledge those who did serve. So to Bob, David, and all the others ... I'm sorry you had to spend part of your youth in the midst of such chaos, thank you for serving, and welcome home. -Kathie Roe Truax (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Ken Finley (64) Things haven't changed much since our 30 year reunion except that I am 5 years older and two of our girls will be in college next year. It is possible my wife Jennifer will be attending also to obtain a teaching credential which will make life even more interesting, especially on the financial front. Mary Alice, our oldest daughter, will begin her junior year at Whitworth; Kathryn will attend Western Washington State University, my college alma mater; and Gretchen will begin high school next fall. I am continuing to pastor the Cornerstone Presbyterian Church in Olympia which will soon begin the overwhelming task of raising the money to construct a new building, It will be nice to move out of the elementary school we meet in every Sunday morning. In addition to family and church I am finding it an enjoyable necessity to make sure that I work out regularly at Gold's Gym. Being a dyed in the wool Bomber, I would much rather play basketball, but I'm finding that the ankles seem to sprain more easily, the muscles pull with annoying regularity, and the healing takes two or three times longer than it used to. (I wonder why?) Oh well, I do get a lot of vicarious enjoyment watching my daughters play soccer and basketball, as well as, from the development of the players on the soccer teams I coach. -Ken Finley (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Mary Sullivan (64) O.K., O.K.--I know!! I'm turning in my assignment almost a day late -- BUT -- I only have access to "my" Library Computer when they're open and they're closed Sunday -- PLUS I can only use it for an hour!! With that said -- I must FINALLY "fess up" and admit my "crime"!! Picture it -- Chief Jo, 9th grade, 1960, Home Ec class (can't remember the teacher's name, just that she was tall and had dark hair)!! For the cooking part of Home Ec we had to prepare a dinner meal, and we had 50mins. in which to do so!! If my memory serves me correctly I believe that my "culprit" in "crime" was my dear, sweet, friend Alexandra Manolopoulos (64)!! She had the "main" course up in no time and ready to go!! However, we hadn't counted on the Potatoes -- we bought them thinking that they were instant -- unfortunately we discovered that we had to BOIL them first and THEN cook them!! Well, our grade was to be less if we threw anything out!! Well, the decision was made -- STUFF them down the sink -- no there was no garbage disposol!! Well, THAT we did -- however I was a "nervous wreak" by sixth period -- thinking that the sink had "backed up" and KNOWING that we would most certainly be caught -- I went down and checked before leaving school -- as far as I could tell -- nothing happened!! But it was a Friday, so I worried ALL weekend and came in to class Monday mid-morning and NOTHING was said!! Boy, was that a "relief"!! Does this "ring" any "bells" for you, Alexandra??? Go ahead and correct me if I'm wrong!! O.K. assignment done--late but done!! Bomber Cheers to all, especially Class of (64) -Mary Sullivan (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Sandy Hardin Koontz (65) Just read David Rivers' (65) post about returning from Vietnam and spending a month with the Hell's Angels. Here in D.C. Rolling Thunder arrives in force every May for the Memorial Day service at the Vietnam Memorial. It is both moving and awe-inspiring. It's amazing how many of our lives were shaped by Vietnam, even those of us who only waited at home. My husband Ralph (class of 62) was flying out of Thailand for four months when our first son was born, and returned for an eight month stint when our second son was 6 weeks old. All of this is fresh in my memory banks because our first grandchild was born two weeks ago, and when I see her cared for my two present parents, I think how much not only the soldiers and airmen, but also the spouses and children, missed. On a lighter note, David, whenever I see your name in an entry I think of Richland Lutheran Church youth group. Do you, or anyone else who attended, remember stealing up to the bell tower for a kiss? Or being shocked by Terry Davis' (65) prayer in our very serious prayer circle to "God bless all the hookey bobbers?" It's amazing how those little happening are the real stuff lasting memories are made of. -Sandra Hardin Koontz (65) ******************************************************* >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) In regards to Brad Uptan's (74) mentioning learing how to drive! It's a wonder that my dad is still alive, let alone talking to me! My Mom didn't have to go to the nut house because of it, although she wanted to! LOL! Daddy taught me in his '54 GMC pickup with 3 on the column. I was doing JUUUUUST fine until I was grabbing second gear! WEEEEEELLLL did you know that in a 54 GMC truck you DON'T hang on to the stick??? If you DOOOO, you hit REVERSE! OOPS! Well dad said that is the first time he'd ever seen a truck going forward then abruptly go backwards! Have you? Me neither! Well the fun was still to come! Dad was teaching me to parallel park between his truck and a ladder (I had now moved up to driving the family car, '59 Ford). Dad put the truck in front and the ladder behind the car, nooooo Probleeeeem! I started pulling out when all of the sudden the back door caught the bumper of the truck! SOOOOO what do I doooo? Keep going of course! Well Dad was yelling to Stoooooop. Needless to say the car had this big scratch on the right side until we sold it! Also the car was the one I took swimming in the West Richland Canal! My luck with my folk's cars and trucks wasn't very good! My Mother, by the way used to try to crawl out the windows when I'd go around the corner at JJ Newberrys! She just knew I was going to hit a car or something like that! Well I guess I've taken enough time with the driving thing. Hope to see ya all at the Cool Summer Nights and the 50th Birthday bash for all us 67nrs! -Pam Ehinger (67) ~ Bombers Rule ******************************************************* >>From: Patty Eckert Weyers (68) Recently walked the halls of Chief Joseph Junior High School. Never thought that would happen again. It was closed for good years ago but so good to see it up and thriving again. Does anyone remember a wonderful Teacher, Math in my 9th grade which was the first year going into a public school system from Christ the King 1 thru 8th grades. Mr. Harvey was his name and he had a dimple in his chin and was a lovely delightful teacher. Later in my years at Columbia High I learned of his tragic death while at a boy scout camping trip in a lodge, he went back into a fire in the burning building to rescue a little boy who had gone back to get his pants on I was told, and they both perished in that early morning fire. He will never be forgotten in my memory of my great teacher list. What ever happened to the English teacher Miss Brown at Col Hi; and a very favorite of mine: Mrs. Hubbard, Homemaking, she had just had twins and had to return to work after Mr. Hubbard died suddenly. She was so sweet but broke down and shook most of that semester from all she had gone through.? Anyone have any updates on them? Is there a site for teachers that I have somehow missed seeing? If not could there be one? Seems from time to time we all have such fond memories of some and wonder about them. Bomber Cheers! -Patty Eckert Weyers (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Ann Minor (70) Catch this on Dad's computer now and then and love it, more than I did being there I think, but that was my problem. Now live in wilds of Okanogan too far out of town to even have a phone. R.N., married with twins - and Nita Wood (70)) is one of my closest neighbors ( in both ways still) and she has twins too! Hers are 16 (hee hee) and mine are nine. I remember Mr. Juricich telling us to drink vodka and the police wouldn't smell it on our breath (as an ER nurse I can definitely say - not true!) I remember looking for Big Foot on Flat Top, bombing range road, carp hunting. I once had a horse that would kick sand into sagebrush to scare up bunnies. Hey all thanks for the memories. Catch you later. -Ann Minor (70) ******************************************************* from the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book >>From: Dee Shipman Jones (72) Date: Tue May 18 21:16:24 1999 This whole site deserves a round of applause. Accolades to everyone who has worked so hard on it. It is truly a blast to read all of the memories, etc. Thanks so much!! -Dee Shipman Jones (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Jean Albaugh McKnight (72) To Vicki Owens (72) Hi, Vicki. We both have fond memories of Gina Ward [72-deceased]. She was such a kick. Speaking of Ann George [72-missing], I was skiing with her when she hit that tree. All of a sudden she took a sharp right, crossed in front of me and headed down that ravine like she was on a string. She never tried to stop or yell. She says she doesn't remember a thing. Even though I still ski once in a while, I tell people I peaked in ninth grade. I never wanted to ski "on the edge" after witnessing Ann's accident. I believe Karen Lavender (72) broke her leg that same year at Mission Ridge. -Jean Albaugh McKnight (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Davis (74) To: Terry Hutson Re: Ski Trips Actually, Terry, the only reason I gloat about my time vacationing with the Kennedys in Hyannis Port is that Franco thinks he had those Kennedys all to himself. M.Davis (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Linda King Goetz (79) To: Brad Nelson (79) I, too, remember going to "the trailer" and experiencing the Geiger counter. I had forgotten all about that until I read your entry. I'm also interested to know what the results were or if there were any. I also remember that we had a bomb shelter in the old Lewis and Clark and also in Carmichael. Did other schools have that or were we unique? Was there really an underground bomb shelter or was it just a certain room that we all were supposed to go to in case of a bomb? Maybe there wasn't a bomb shelter at all. Maybe somebody just told me that to scare me! I remember when being a "southender" meant you lived in the area from Goethals east to G-way, North to Gillespie and south to Abbott (or Adams). There was no Meadow Springs which is now considered south Richland. The only people that lived out there were farmers! I'm certainly enjoying the Sandstorm. I live in Kennewick now which is not so far away, but you would never know it by the neighbors I have. Nobody is from here and they don't believe my stories most of the time. It's nice to hear from people who can relate!! -Linda King Goetz (79) ******************************************************* >>From: Curt Clement (85) There was an ad in the Sunday Tri-City Herald, but I was looking for a way to get the word out electronically. Anything you could do would be appreciated. Marcia Clement, Richland High English teacher and Counselor, is retiring. Friends and former students are invited to a celebration in her honor on Sunday, May 23rd, 1:00-4:00 p.m. at Richland High School Cafeteria (930 Long Avenue, Richland). She would especially like to hear from former students. If you can not attend but would like to send your regards, you can send those to me at [deleted for privacy] and I will be sure she receives them. Thank you, Curt Clement '85 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/20/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 19 Bombers and one correction today: Betty McElhaney (57), Craig Buchanan (57), Kay Lynch (60), Marv Carstens (61), Paula Beardsley (62), June Smith (63), Sherri Ward (63), Bob Mattson (64), David Rivers (65), Marsha Goslin (65), Cheryl Moran (66), Tedd Cadd (66), Pam Ehinger (67), Mina Jo Gerry (68), Phil Jones (69), Peter Brandt (72), Susi Kraemer (72), Vicki Owens (72), Mike Pearson (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) To Marilyn Stewart Stephenson (62) re. bus To first explain the relationship, Marilyn's brother was married to my sister, he passed away 4 yrs. ago and we all miss him very much. But I was always told he was in the bathroom shaving when the bus hit the house. I guess I am old enough now to know the truth. Glad to know you are on the net. Let's hear more of your memories as I am sure you have a lot of them. -Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) ******************************************************* >>From: Craig Buchanan (57) The approval of a bond issue yesterday by Richland voters means another historic building is scheduled to be torn down soon. The voters approved a plan to build a new Senior Center/Community House next to Howard Amon Park. The old community house that many of us have fond memories of will be removed. I do not know if it is scheduled to be removed prior to the class reunions of this year. If not those who attend the reunions can bid farewell to this house of old memories. A few years ago the Sacajawea Grade school was removed. Richland is not the same. -Craig Buchanan (57) ~ Sacajawea student in 40's ******************************************************* >>From: Kathleen O'Shea (Kay Lynch '60) To: Mike Bradley ('56) Thanks, Mike, for that King Snake story. I'm glad you saved it for the future, because if she'd known that, my mother would never have allowed us to set even a little pink toe in that park - EVER. Think of all the Atomic Frontier Days we would have missed! I do remember the day that a whole hatching of baby rattlers came up through the irrigation pipe. The yard they had chosen to visit was that of the Baptist Minister, and I was much impressed to see that he was at the forefront of the group of dads marching toward the pipe, hoes and shovels and post-hole diggers in hand. They wouldn't let us watch, though. -Kathleen O'Shea (Kay Lynch '60) ******************************************************* >>From: Marv Carstens (61) To Rose Boswell (61) and all other interested parties. One 'Indian Burial Ground' was about a half-mile north of the Riding Academy at the base of a sand mound. On more than one occasion, several of us would sift through the sand looking for traces of the past. I used to have a test tube about three- quarters full of beads that I'd dug out of that place, although I cannot swear to their authenticity as "Indian Relics". In the last few years, with so much development being both considered and accomplished in the Columbia Point area (toward the river from the 'Rose Bowl', for the senior statespersons at this site), considerable 'discussion' has been devoted to the disturbance of native American remains that are supposed to be there, but I cannot definitively state that such sites are burial grounds or ancient campsites. Hope this helps clear some of the cobwebs ... Lord knows, there are enough of them! -Marv Carstens (61) ******************************************************* >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) Re: Long Road to Self Government Dad is about ready to move ahead with the reprint of the book. He had some unexpected expenses come up with a transmission for his cherry 73 Monte Carlo so that took precedence. Hoping to get it printed by the end of the month and will let you know sometime next week about final price and where to send the money. Anyone not yet ordered, this is the last chance. Let me know if you are interested. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ******************************************************* >>From: June Smith Colletti (63) I have one to remember............ especially talking about growing up on Perkins. I was a "deadend block kid" (1008 Perkins). The drug store behind the playground [Pennywise]. Does anyone remember the "pretty lady" who worked the jewelry section (remember the all glass counters). The jewelry section was right by the candy section (by the front door). That pretty lady had long black hair.... her nails always painted. She wore dark/black dresses and always wore "beautiful" jewelry. Her name is Maryann Smith. She is the mother of Judy Smith ('61) and Connie Smith ('64). I have stayed in touch with Judy and Connie through all these years and with their Mom. Say a prayer for Maryann. She is having part of her lung removed around the 24th of this month. A wonderful lady! Thx. -June Smith Colletti (63) ******************************************************* >>From: Sherri Ward Johnson (63) I think the home ec teacher at Chief Jo in the early 60's was Fontelle Gilbert. She was 6 feet tall, so hard to forget! Actually she and her husband were good friends of my parents, so that's how I knew her. She now lives in Springfield, Virginia. Darlene LaBorde was another home ec teacher (I think at Carmichael?). She still lives in Richland. -Sherri Ward Johnson (63) [I can confirm Carmichael - I had Mrs. LaBorde. -Maren] ******************************************************* >>From: Bob Mattson (64) TO Jo Miles (64): Well, you hit it right on the button, Jo. I don't think anyone anywhere could have had the ideal settings we had in Richland. Now when kids go out to play where we did, they keep an eye out for atomic ants riding radioactive tumbleweeds. Well kinda, maybe, hummmmmm, I made that up. Gad, I got a little heavy with my homework, but, it's something that I have right next to my heart, along with the memories of a wonderful time with all the friends and places we shared for so long, so long ago. See you this summer, -Bob "Tuna" Mattson (64) ******************************************************* >>From: David Rivers (65) Memorial Day: Thanks to Kathie Roe (64), Jo Miles (64) and Sandy Hardin (65) for their warm comments. Yes, Sandy, I remember the bell tower... Terry remembers it, too... We've talked about those days often. I had forgotten about Terry's prayer, but I'll never forget the day (evening) Terry came in late to confirmation wearing his PJs and two six guns. He had never had a pair of guns and finally got them when we were in the 7th grade! The lady told him to sit down and take of his guns... Terry took a classic gunfighter's pose and said: "Nobody takes my guns, stranger!" Terry and I each had crushes on you and neither of us knew of the other's till maybe a year or two ago... surprise! (Terry also never got a BB gun... he wanted a Red Rider... I found one for him at the Rose bowl flea market still in the box and gave it to him several months ago... better late than never!) I may have mentioned some time ago that Ted Turner bought up the rights to Tour oF Duty. This Memorial Day, TNT will run six episodes of Tour of Duty from 11:00 am till 6:00 pm. [BETCHA these are eastern times ~~ check your local listings for your time zone -Maren] They are: 11a: Pilot; 12n: Notes From Underground; 1p: War Lover; 2p: USO Down; 3p: Under Siege (aka Welcome to Firebase Ladybird); and 5p: The Hill. [Pacific Time zone listing has the series from 8am (PST) til 3pm (PST) -Maren] If it does well, they have plans to run the show from beginning to end. [Keep us posted, David!!! -Maren] 65ers: Don't forget the yearly gathering from 6-18 thru 6-20 for Cool Dessert Nights... looks like a lot of folks from a lot of classes will be in town at the same time and it'll be fun fun fun till her daddy takes her T-bird away! -David Rivers (65) ******************************************************* >>From: Marsha Goslin Brehm (65) I felt compelled to write concerning Bob Mattson's (64) entry to the Sandstorm and David Rivers' (65) response. Kathie Roe Truax's (64) comments said exactly how I feel. I'd like to join her in saying to Bob, David and all the others - thank you for serving and welcome home! -Marsha Goslin Brehm (65) ******************************************************* >>From: Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) For those who know Kirk Welsch (66), he is in the Vets Hospital in Seattle with an aneurism on his aorta. (Hubby, Jim (65) gave me the spelling of those words.) Anyway, he went to the Kadlec ER last Thursday evening and they flew him to Spokane. Then, he was flown to Seattle last Friday afternoon. The Dr. wants him to be kept very quiet at this point, and after talking to Kirk in Spokane, I think the biggest problem his faces right at the present time is boredom. I'm happy to see so many have added to this site and are keeping it alive. It's really entertaining. I especially enjoyed reading Jo Miles' entry. And Mr. Harvey, the Chief Jo math teacher proved himself a real hero. He told me one day in class that an empty wagon makes the most noise. (?) -Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) ******************************************************* >>From: Tedd Cadd (66) Jim Vache's (64) question struck a cord with me as did Carla Delvin's (77) response. Yes, there were some who knew, even in the early 1960s that life wasn't safe. I don't think you can tell all of them from the photos in the annuals, though. I was also interested in the note about the Bye-Bye Birdie production. I had a walk-on part as a cop hand-cuffed to the main character. My job was to look occupied while standing in one spot as he sang an entire song. One of my favorite high school stage memories was a production of Arsenic and Old Lace. In between two scenes in one performance, the rope came off the hands of a person tied up in a chair on stage. The director asked for anybody to go out and tie it up again. Being a good scout, I went out and put a simple square knot in the rope. Unfortunately, the cop who was tasked with untying the person in the next scene didn't know how to undo it. It seemed like eternity as we watched from the wings as he tried to undo the knot. All the while the other cop was continuing to try to "wake up" Paul Wellman who was supposedly out cold on the couch while they waited for the scene to continue. Finally, Paul got up and cut the rope and went back and laid down on the couch again. He got a standing ovation. -Tedd Cadd (66) ******************************************************* >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) TO Ann Minor (70) Ann, are you the Ann Minor who got married and had black and white as your colors? Did you borrow your wedding glasses? If this is so then you and I worked together at Mid Valley Hosp. I never knew that you graduated from Col-Hi!! Hope you see this, and write back! Re Dave Rivers (65), I lost some good friends in the Viet Nam war, and still have the stories my ex-husband told me in the memory banks. I'm proud of all of those guys and gals that served in the Viet Nam war. My son is in the Army and just got back from Korea, not the same, but he got a taste of what it could be, as there is still a cold war going on there. So my heart goes out to any an all Viet Nam survivors. -Pam Ehinger (67) ~ Bombers Rule ******************************************************* >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) Black Widow Spiders -- don't think I ever saw one but I do remember being on the lookout for several months after we moved into our Ranch House at 410 Cottonwood, across the street from the Shelter Belt. We we also always on the alert for any stray rattle snakes that might make their way across the highway, through the neighbor's yard and across the street to hide under our garbage cans. Senor Gil Lujan (Spanish at Col-Hi, late 60's through the 70's) shared an interesting story about his spider tie tack one day around the faculty table in the cafeteria. He was one of the teachers who opened the Hanford complex when there was not much else out there. The first day he was able to go to his new classroom, he opened the door and a spider dropped down in front of his face. He swears it was a black widow! Thinking it might be some kind of omen, instead of killing it, he kept it in a jar or some such until it died. Then he took it to a jeweler friend who cast it in gold. What a memento of his first day in a new school!! -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Phil Jones (69) To Dave Bruise 51 You mentioned Otis, the shoe shine man at Ganzel's Barber Shop. I have great memories of Otis. We became friends when I was a little kid. My dad would take me in for a haircut and I always had my baseball stuff on. He was pretty interested in baseball but actually more interested in being nice to a little toe-headed kid. He was always interested in my latest baseball exploits and we talked at length about the big leaguers and how I wanted to be like them someday. I remember that he actually lived at Ganzel's and was kind of a resident caretaker there, it seems. I think he lived downstairs and I have vague recollections of a ladder that ran downstairs to where Otis lived. He followed my progress through Little League and all the way through until I signed with the Phillies in 1970. He seemed really proud that I had made it to that level and he continued to be a my friend and take an active interest in my career. I am saddened but nostalgic every time I think of Otis and especially when I'm in Ganzel's and look at his little memorial that is displayed where he had his stand. (My thanks to whomever cared enough to put that up) I remember Otis as the nicest, gentlest man and a real friend to little boy. -Phil Jones 69 ******************************************************* >>From: Peter Brandt (72) (Bellevue, WA) I was reaching back for some really early Richland experiences. Can you remember the Goody Good Bakery in Uptown Richland? I remember going in there from time with my mom to buy a delicious apple or cherry pie. For me it was nose to the glass. There were so many wonderful treats. My senses were overwhelmed. This must have been 1958 or 1959. Near Rice's Carpetland there was a hamburger drive-in called Skippy's drive-in. The attraction for me wasn't the food. It was the June bugs we kids would catch while we were waiting for our family's order to be processed. Ah yes, the simplicity of life -- living in Richland and catching June bugs.... Swimming in the big pool and doing book reports for the Richland Public Library Summer Reading Club. In grade school at Jason Lee, there was tremendous anticipation for most of us boys, waiting to become old enough to become a patrol boy. How exciting to receive the uniform, go through the training, and eventually have your very own intersection to patrol. This was power in its very early form -- patrolling the intersection at Perkins & Van Giesen. Such heady stuff!! Would love to hear from those who remember and even those who don't. Operators are standing by. -Peter Brandt ('72) ******************************************************* >>From: Susi Kraemer (72) TO Mike Franco (70) "Boeing Bomber Baby Boomer!" try that 3 times in a row as fast as you can. I'm getting responses from my last entry I'd like to share; Art Hughes (56), Carol Carson Renaud (60), Georgie Thrapp Morgan (74). Carol is collecting names for a regional gathering. All Puget Sound Bombers drop Carol a line and let her know if you're interested in such a thing. They are out there! No, you probably wouldn't remember me. You were closer in age to sister Cindy (71) or brother Mike (69). Since coming to Western Washington (20+ years now) I have also discovered skiing. Living within an hour from the slopes (Snoqualmie) was too convenient. Lots of skiing in all directions from here, for sure. Whistler is my favorite! It makes these long wet winters so much more bearable. As you know, I do come from the desert and it rains a lot here. A LOT! I love the sun and miss it very much. This year with la Nina, it feels like we won't end winter or see the sun until July! It took me years to acclimate. Ho hum. But I only have to water my lawn for a couple of months out of the year. And you just can't beat the view when the sun does shine! Take care all -Susi Kraemer (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Vicki Owens (72) To: Lurene "Bernie" Bernhart Reed (52) You mentioned your mother, Esther Bernhart. Didn't she also teach at Christ the King for a year or two? I'm quite sure that she was my third grade teacher (in 1962-63), although she has probably tried her best to forget me. :-) I will forever remember Mrs. Bernhart for her noble attempts to teach us to keep our mouths closed during class. Every time any of us would speak without invitation, our names would go in a column on the edge of the blackboard (which was actually green). That meant that we had an extra homework assignment for the night, which was to write 20 times: "A still tongue makes a wise head." I don't think a day went by that my name didn't appear. One day she decided to really get tough, and began putting tally marks beside our names. I ended up with four tally marks, which meant I had to write "A still tongue makes a wise head" 100 times! That was an awesome task for an eight-year-old. I used all that wisdom I had accumulated, even with my lips flapping, and dug out my mom's carbon paper. The task went much quicker that way. (I wonder if today's grade school kids even know what carbon paper is?!) The next day I turned in the master with four carbons of "A still tongue makes a wise head" and Mrs. Bernhart didn't say a word. But she never gave me the assignment again. And I've never ever had problems spelling "tongue". It's hard to believe that I'm a teacher today. That gives me a huge amount of respect for the teachers I had along the way. I honestly don't know what I would today do if I were to encounter a student like me, but murder could be a preferred option. I agree with Patty Eckert Weyers (68) that a dedicated teachers page would be great. On the other hand, maybe we can just get them all to subscribe to Alumni Sandstorm? It would be fun to have them share "the rest of the story" for our reminiscences. Or, in the case of those who have passed away, to continue to hear from their kids as we have along the way. I think Mr. Harvey might have been my eight grade math teacher, yet I never knew about his death. I was one of the first CK kids to be sent to Chief Jo for algebra, uniform and all. I sat behind Jim Bixler (72) who like to pull out his eyelashes, one by one. If Mr. Harvey is the teacher I had (I'm embarrassed that I can't remember his name) then he used to have a flat top and a bow tie, and never say "oh" for "zero". In fact, I remember him best for reciting decimals, like "point zee-ro zee-ro one". -Vicki Owens (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Pearson (74) The time I got "hacks" a lot of my friends and I were sorta having a friendly rumble outside Marcus Whitman (we were about 11), not having enemies but just having... fun. I wonder how much was my fault, since rumbling was the lunchtime culture in the school I attended before Marcus (in Montana, which I also love). They rounded up about 15 of us and we got a single paddle shot each. That cured it, I guess. Hardly if ever was there scorn between groups like "nerds," "jocks," "longhairs", "mechanics" or whatever. We just seemed to be on different roads, but we all breezed through the same drive-ins like Dog'N'Suds and Zips, or restaurants like the Tahitian or the Atomic Lanes like it was no big deal. In my travels, when I met especially modern yet kind people, I remembered my experiences in Richland especially, and the Tri-City area... even if that was a looney connection to make, I did. Our older alumni surely know this place's experience has been special in a way that you don't see on TV. So, regarding: Norma Loescher Boswell (53)'s forward from Bill Witherup (53) about his book entitled "LEARNING TO GROW: Essays on the American Experience with nuclear blah-blah" (-- title not set in stone) I wonder how they'd review the nuclear industry if they went to school at a place like Col Hi...or Richland Hi... I wonder how the nuclear industry'd be if more of them went to school the way we did... -Mike Pearson (74) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/21/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers sent stuff in: Ken Dudney (59), Joe Corder (62), John Adkins (62), Sherri Nugent (62), Jean Armstrong (64), Joyce Stinsman (68), Patti Eckert (68), Kathy Hartnett (69), Mike Franco (70), Roxanne Sebade (72), Terry Hutson (74), Julie Ham (77) ******************************************************* >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Ken Dudney (59) Date: Mon May 3 20:35:46 1999 Thanks I was at a Skeet shoot in Savannah, Georgia this past weekend and a shooter came up to me and told me about this site. What a great idea. Nostalgia really sells in this day and time, and we all know why. Not much good stuff happening right now. Hope so later. Can't make the reunion this summer (class of 59), but maybe some of you will e-mail me back and tell me all about it. -Ken Dudney (59) ******************************************************* >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book: >>From: Joe Corder (62) Date: Thu May 20 01:53:19 1999 CLASS OF 62 - And Still The Best!! I'm impressed. This Internet stuff is the greatest thing since the old A&W "Swampwaters" Let's chat you 62 grads....... ******************************************************* >>From: John Adkins (62) RE: Another Richland School District Food recipe The chile and the cinnamon roles are great - and for "us old guys" this recipe doesn't mean much, but for the "80's and "90's" grads - this may just turn your crank. Prepare your favorite bread dough ( 1 loaf worth). Divide the dough in half. Put 1/2 in the bottom of a baking dish. Top it with as much of your favorite cheese as you want. Place the rest of the dough on top and bake according to the bread recipe. What do get - CHEESE ZOMBIES. -John Adkins "62"- ******************************************************* >>From: Sherry Nugent Dupuy (62) Maren, If you have a slow day, why not run the following? ------------------------------- A :Letter From the Alma Mater Dear Mr. Cameron: As a courtesy, we are sending you a copy of this letter we recently wrote your 15 year old daughter in response to a query we received from her. "Dear Ms Cameron: Thank you for your letter. Yes, we are pleased to report, your father's old high school is still standing and our library was able to find yearbooks dating back to his graduation. In fact, a few teachers even remember your father, which I will get to in a moment. In answer to your first question: In every picture existing of your father, he is well shod, wearing what I believe were called "earth shoes" back then. Also, the weather here is moderate with any snow generally lasting from December to March, hardly the entire school year. Thus, his descriptions of how he "struggled to school" in the mornings, do as you suggested seem a bit exaggerated. In fact, our bus logs are (remarkably) still intact and show that not only was your father a registered user, but that his parents paid an extra ten dollars a month for door to door delivery. I am sure there were days your father was "sharply dressed" as he put it. However, in every single picture I was able to uncover, he was wearing the same thing: bell bottom jeans with with white strings trailing onto the floor, horizontal rents in the knees, and no belt buckle. His T-shirt has a message on it that is easily communicated with hand gestures. His hair hangs below his shoulders and looks as if it were exposed to a lot of wind. Perhaps he rode the bus with the windows down. As to academics and "concentrating on the basics", one must remember the times: the "basics" back then may very well have embraced some of your father's elective subjects, which included "Personal Citizenship", "Ecology", and one which apparently was called "Relevance". We have no record of what if anything was taught in these classes. What records we do have show that your father did indeed take Geometry, just as he claims. In fact, he took it his sophomore year, repeated it his junior year, and repeated the course again his senior year - Geometry was required for graduation. Now, as to Mr. Muggins, who had your father in a class called "Problems of Modern Relationships", Mr. Muggins does not wish to dispute the claim that your father always had his homework done early, he merely wants to point out that no matter when it was done, it was always late. In fact, he remembers your father as having the most outrageous excuses for not being prepared, including having to evacuate his house because it was infected with the China Syndrome. Your father was not, sad to say, President of the Student Council. Perhaps he is confusing student government with a social group called "The Slackers" which was as Mr. Muggins recalls, a group of boys who sat in the hallways and made loud groaning noises when an attractive girl passed by. Your father was assistant vice president of this club and to our knowledge the only past member not currently serving time in a federal penitentiary. One thing IS completely verifiable: Your father's name is, indeed, carved above the door to the school. Please be advised now that we have noticed it, it will be sanded out and refinished at a cost of $300. We would appreciate it if your father would pay for the damages without having to engage a lawyer. The honor roll to which he referred to is not hanging over the door, but on a wall outside my office. I will leave unanswered the question of whether his name is on it. Thank you very much for your letter which we found most amusing. Mr. Muggins sends his regards to your father. ------------------------------------- -Sherry Nugent Dupuy (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64) Growing up on the south side of Richland on Delafield, I was lucky not to have run into any rattle snakes... I remember seeing a few black widow spiders, but ran like the dickens the other way screaming "Daddy, there's a spider!" He always came to my rescue.. Now I have a husband for that.. In Arizona, we have to worry about rattle snakes, tarantulas, scorpions, gila monsters and black widows. I do remember the earwigs.. I was sitting on the porch one day and one crawled up my shorts and pinched me... Man, did that ever hurt... Mom said to make sure they didn't get into your ears.. That's where it was headed.. That's why they called them earwigs... HMMMMMMMM... Is that really true??? For some reason, I don't believe that any more... -Jean Armstrong Reynolds ' 64 ******************************************************* >>From: Joyce Stinsman Komac (68) I remember Mr. Harvey fondly. He took a student who had always been told she was Math illiterate (I was a girl and therefore not able to comprehend Math principles) and explained Algebra so even I could understand. I had been in another overly large class and transferred with a D average mid quarter to his smaller sized class. What a break for me. I was able to get A's in his 9th grade Math class and became more confident in my Math skills. I worked extra hard on Math homework so I could get the A's and make Mr. Harvey proud. I didn't know the story of his death, but am not surprised he was a hero. -Joyce Stinsman Komac (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Patti Eckert Weyers (68) Yes Vicki Owens (72), that must be Mr. Harvey you had in 8th Algebra at Chief Jo....... bow ties yes, dimple in his chin like Kirk Douglas (I believe) and the biggest one, never say "oh" for a zero, never did forget that and it jumps out at me now when people recite a phone number and say oh instead of the zero! Funny what sticks in our minds. That must have been like shell shock going over there in your uniform from CK. Never really knew his first name but met his daughter later in Columbia High and would always say hello to her. Then one day she told me how he had died. She was an honor student but that devastated that family, and I never saw her smile again. She was older than me by a year or possibly two. Have forgotten her name. ( I want to say Paula) It is neat you went on to be a teacher though yourself. In this day and age that is no small fete and I hear you on what teachers were made to bear, now look what is happening, the students aren't anything like us or now some just act out and have no discipline built in them, that is a scary situation these days. Much good luck to you. Yes, I think a teachers web site page would be grand, but not so sure they would enjoy hearing the "rest of the stories" themselves should they also get in on reading all our daily comments and situations. They may compromise some of our writings and our remembering for their sakes and this is fresh and direct with no holds barred which makes it more interesting I think. Would really love to know, however, on where they went or how they are doing today but have it in a different area. I would imagine many of them do read this and probably are shocked at what has gone on, but must get a kick out of it also. At least it would be a perfect way for them to learn where we all have gone and what we recall from our past schooling era's. It brings to mind Mrs. Turner in 3 grade at Christ the King and Mrs. Murphy in 5th grade, as it was special to get a "LayTeacher" for all the nun's that taught us. Bomberette Cheers! -Patti Eckert Weyers (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Kathy Hartnett Mitchell (69) Craig Buchanan's '57, sad note about the old Community House being replaced with a new structure dredged up yet another memory. Maybe I've missed previous mention of this, but who else went to square dancing there on Saturday afternoons in the summer?? I know my sister and I weren't the only one's there! I remember the wooden floors, the heat, the dresses, the smell of the dance wax, the way the light came in the windows, it's more of a sense of the place than a specific memory... what price progress. Thanks to the Sandstorm memories, I've been able to appreciate what a truly unique place Richland was to grow up, there's a side of me that wishes I hadn't been in such a hurry to leave, but in '69, well I just had to. In August I'll be bringing the hubby, daughter and grandson "home" to try and show them what this Bomber-thing is all about. After 30-years I'm finally getting homesick. Thanks, -Kathy Hartnett Mitchell (69) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Franco (70) To: Boo Boo Davis...too bad you didn't get into skiing. Most of the guys I knew got into it for the same reason I used to go to Midnight Mass (yes folks, I am Jewish!) meet girls!!! To Phil Jones: re: Bunny Stomping lot of us partook in this disgusting activity. But some of us remember a much more humane and honorable activity... MAILBOX STOMPIN! Are you out there Obie? A lot of us discovered that in the area that is now Meadow Springs it was a lot easier to go after mail boxes than rabbits..... any of you animals out there? And it is great to hear from all of you skiers... those rainy, wet days, our toes always frozen despite three pairs of sox... frozen fingers..... I remember our neighborhood carpool to Spout Springs in the early 60's included such legends as my brother Marc, Jim Van Wyke and John Bixler. There was no higher richter scale recordings in Eastern Washington than those generated by John Bixler stomping his foot over and over to squeeze it into his ski boot. I still marvel that the floor of our 65 Plymouth wagon never gave way! And Bixler could really pack a lot of thrust!!! -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************************* from the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book: >>From: Roxanne Sebade Alkire (72) Date: Wed May 19 19:00:57 1999 Sign me up! This is great - a walk down those fun memory lanes. There is no place like Richland. -Roxanne Sebade Alkire - Class of '72 ******************************************************* >>From: Terry Hutson Semmern (74) It seems the closer we get to Memorial Day, the more we come in contact with our history and our past. I noticed a lot of us (Bomber alumni) are giving thanks to the people who have touched our lives in so many ways. This I would also like to... To: my sisters Linda Guay and Shelley Hankins (1974) (not by birth) for being there to pick up the pieces when life was falling apart for me. You 2 were my rocks. And Shelley, thanks to your mom and dad for being my 2nd parents. to Kathy Duce (1974) for always making me laugh. to Mr. Neihold for teaching me to drive. Seems to me he quit teaching that class after I left. to Larry Goodenow (1975) , for being the best prom date (not to mention best dressed) a girl could ever have. I never met a guy who would color coordinate his colors so well. It was quite the talk of the senior prom when we both showed up in baby-pink. ha ha ha...... (I think I still have that dress). to Mrs. Clark (Chief Jo / 7th grade homeroom), you were the best teacher I ever had. So patient and understanding....... I always wanted to be more like you. to Mike Davis (along with Diane Ledingham) - (1974) for being great penpals. Yes, Mike, I remember all the times you used to pull my hair as you sat behind me in 7th grade homeroom. I never knew if you liked me or just liked to bug the **** out of me... you little cutie. to Dave Bledsoe and Rich Hale (1974).... thanks for carrying me from the emergency to the ski bus when I hurt myself at Mission Ridge. You even put up with my smelly socks. to Tom Chase (Hanford Alumni - 1974) ... we spent 6 years together. Thanks for your love and helping me to grow and learn about myself. You also helped me to let go of the past and I admire your courage in battling with yours. to Connie McCullough (74) for her friendship and companionship when I moved to Seattle. to Maren Smyth for trying to help me find Bomber family in Vegas when I was planning to move there (which I decided on the Tri-Cities instead). So many (Vegas) Bombers emailed me with help and information. Have to say, there was one alumni who kept in touch with me after all of these months, .... a Mr. David Rivers (65). So Maren..... David is flying in to Seattle and we're meeting for dinner this evening at Alki. to Kevin Hosman (73) for warm and loving memories. You've been a special friend for a long time. I'll never forget the night that you, Fred Meeks and Dave Smith jumped off the balcony at Shelley's house when Shelley's folks came home. No wonder you guys were on the track team. I've never seen guys run so fast in my life. ha ha ha... Much love to you Kevin. ................ so many more, but I won't.. Thanks everyone. -Terry Hutson Semmern (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Julie Ham Froehlich (77) I would just like to take a few lines today to wish my very dear friend Suzy Nuest Dickey (77) a happy 40th birthday! Happy birthday Suzy. Thanks for the 30+ years of friendship and here's to another 30+... -Julie Ham Froehlich (77) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/22/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff in: Irene Smith (59), Barbara Seslar (60), Marilyn Baird (60), Carol Converse (64), Patricia de la Bretonne (65), Ken Farris (68), Lee Bush (68), Phil Jones (69), Kelley Payton (72), Kevin King (75) ******************************************************* >>From: Irene Smith Goodnight (59) To: Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64) Yep, I can attest to the truth of your mom's warning about earwigs. Once, while playing out in my yard at 607 Comstock (I had to be under nine years old, because that's when we moved to Butternut), I felt a pinch way inside my ear. Like you said: "Man, that really hurt!" I panicked, running up the front porch wooden stairs, screaming "Mom, Mom!" and tripped on every step, scraping my shins to the bone. I hardly even felt the leg pain as my mom started trying to find what was wrong in my ear. After much ado, she was able to get out a few pieces of a critter, some smears of blood, and the tell-tale pinchers of - the earwig! Forever I will know that's where they got their name (but what about the "wig" part?) Here, on the Oregon High Desert, there are virtually no dangerous critters. The deer come and destroy your tulips and any other thing you try to grow, the coyotes may gather outside the house when I'm having band practice, and have been known to join in on a particularly raucous rendition. A few black widows have appeared in my proximity, but they never are as huge as the ones in Richland! -Irene Smith Goodnight (59) ******************************************************* >>From: Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) Tedd Cadd (66): I had a really good laugh at your comments on the Arsenic and Old Lace play. In fact, my husband became concerned about me! -Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) ******************************************************* >>From: Marilyn Baird (60) Calling all Bombers living in the Sacramento/San Francisco Bay areas.... Please contact me in preparation of a get together with other Bombers from all Classes. Have about 20 responses and would love to get as many as we can. No date has been set yet, waiting for more interested Alumni. If you know of anyone, please contact and invite them. Can't let Seattle beat us. Take care and have a Bomber Day. No computer? Phone (707) 554-4609 -Marilyn Baird (60) ******************************************************* >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) Jean Armstrong's (64) memory of the earwig crawling up her shorts, made me remember my one awful experience with an earwig. One summer day in grade school, I felt something on top of my ear next to my head. I ran my finger over my ear and guess what fell onto the sidewalk? You guessed it - an earwig!! I must have jumped a mile. So, Jean, perhaps they were truly named right after all. Am looking forward to the 35th reunion in August this summer! Gee, perhaps I really should send in my information before it's too late. Later, -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65) What do earwigs do anyway? I mean what is their purpose except going in circles when they are disturbed? Does anyone actually know? Tell me now. I had Mr. Harvey for 8th grade homeroom and he always was a kind man, except he teased the girls a little too much for me. But he was easy to deal with during the jr. high years, ie, he seemed to understand it wasn't his job to add more stress to our lives. I think my brother had him in Jr. Hi. too, 5 years before me. I remember being shocked and very sad about his death. -Patricia de la Bretonne '65 ******************************************************* >>From: Ken Farris (68) To: Those who knew Mr. Harvey I too had Mr. Harvey for 9th grade math at Chief Jo. Remember that Steve Rouse was acting up in his class and was sent to Mr. Bernard (the one with the huge paddle behind his desk in class). We all waited until the dastardly deed was done and felt really bad. But Mr. Harvey had had enough of Steve's antics. Mr. Harvey was killed in a boy scout camping fire my sophomore year. It was the same day as the football jamboree. My best friend was also killed in that same fire. Steve Willis. He played flute in the band and had been given a choice to be involved in the football jamboree or go camping with the scouts. As some of you might remember Mr. Harvey wore hearing aids and may not have heard the sounds around him that night. I was told another story about what happened, but who knows what really happened. They were good people and are still missed to this day. May they rest in peace. -Ken Farris (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Lee Bush (68 To All Bombers - This may have already been mentioned, but felt it needed to be said anyway. On Tuesday, May 18th, Richlanders voted to replace the old dilapidated Harry Kraemer Center and Community House with a brand new facility that will combine events for All Ages. It will be built hopefully within eighteen months. It was sorely needed and a wise investment since a lot of us baby boomers will be using it in short while, if we aren't already using it. There may be a lot of memories associated with the other two buildings, but they were not that accessible for anyone. In fact, last year, one woman was struck while trying to cross Jadwin and was severely injured, due to inadequate parking and access. While we don't always want to see change in some instances it is needed. Richland is growing and so is its "wise with age" population. Let all Bomber Alumni and Richlanders support the new facility and help out in any way you can, ie. time, money, suggestions, professional talents, etc. If interested, I'm sure someone reading the Alumni Sandstorm knows how to direct you to the right people who you could contact. As a Richlander I would like to thank all those Alumni Sandstorm readers who were active in the campaign. Your hard work has not gone unnoticed and will be a huge benefit to the citizens of Richland! -Lee Bush (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Phil Jones (69) John Adkins (62) mentioned how great the chili and cinnamon rolls are. While I did see the cinnamon roll recipe, I must have missed the chili recipe. Anybody care to rerun the recipe? To Patti Eckert Weyers (68) Yes it is funny what sticks in your mind from teachers along the way. Patti remembered Mr. Harvey's perseveration with using "oh" for zero. Well I remember some really good ones to this day from Carmichael teachers Helmer Olson and Roland Jantz. Helmer Olson was a legendary nightmare for poor seventh graders. The older kids told chilling stories to entering seventh graders about his class. He had so much impact on me that I remember these little dittys from 1967. Helmer taught World History or some such subject and as a memory aid he taught us "Nebuchadnezzar the King of the Jew" (you out there Franco?) "spell that in four letters and I'll give you my shoes" Then Helmer would say, T-H-A-T. Real funny! That stuff just ****** ya off as a seventh grader! (Helmer would also say "I-T" when you asked him "how do you spell it?) I'm not sure how accurate this is but just remembering Nebuchadnezzar at all has won me some style points on Jeopardy. The next was from Roland Jantz. Roland would explain a principle in algebra where you have to perform the same function to both sides of the equation as "what you do for Grandma you do for Grandpa" Weird huh? Once again this may lack some truth. Sorry Roland but the Grandmas I interact with don't have any interest at all in "doing" same activities that Grandpa might, but that's another story completely. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************************* >>From: Kelley Payton Jensen (72) Oh what memories... To Roxanne Sebade (72): How fun to read your note!! Where has life taken you? Are there any other Bombers living in the Olympic Peninsula besides myself and Karen Sisk (class of 69)? -Kelley Payton Jensen (class of 72) ******************************************************* >>From: Kevin King (75) To Phil Jones (69): Phil, I also remember Otis from Ganzel's barber Shop. He walked ALL over town. I know my father (Ray King 49') was very fond of him. They would always spend time chatting when they bumped into each other downtown. I always wondered how old he was. I wasn't fortunate enough to get to Ganzel's, and get to know Otis. Got my haircuts in the basement. My dad could do four of the army style pig shaves in about fifteen minutes. By the time I "graduated" to barber shops in the early 70's, Otis had either moved or passed on. Someone had mentioned the Zips Drive-In. About the time I got to Col-Hi, the hang out had switched from Zips to the Payless Parking lot. I'm not sure why. Maybe Zips Security cracked down. From what I understand more Boonesfarm and Ripple was consumed on premises than cherry 7-Ups. My first recollection of Zips was being their at a very young age with my uncle (Ron Culverhouse). Trying to scare me, he told me that the turn-around you took on your way out was called "Dead Mans Corner". As I recall it was a pretty tight turn. I suspect a few people hit the adjacent concrete building on the way out. I hope everybody keeps up the great stories. I've been reading this list for about a week, and am really enjoying it. I doubt if any other alumni list in the country can really share the unique history that the "Bombers" have. We might even be able to get Dave Barry to subscribe. -Kevin King, Southender, '75 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/23/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 Bombers sent stuff in: ******************************************************* Rodney Smith (54), Larry Moss (59), John Adkins (62), Paula Beardsley (62), Michael Figg (70), Miriam Lewis (76), Debbie Nelson (77) ******************************************************* >>From: Rodney Smith (54) RE: Old Community Center I think I remember going to a few "sock hops" in the old Community Center in downtown in the early '50's. -Rodney '54 ******************************************************* >>From: Larry Moss (59) In response to Kathleen O'Shea's [aka Kay Lynch - (60)] inquiry. Someone else may have already answered your questions, I have been away from my computer for 2 weeks as my wife's Mother passed away and we have been busy in Pasco with her father. Just a caution to all you folks out there that are named executor/executrix on your parents estate, do everything you can now to get information down in writing that is almost impossible to find "after the fact", such as investments, insurance, who gets what, where things are, etc. I know it's painful and we don't want to think about these things, but, believe me you will regret it when the time comes if you don't put a little effort into it now. Enough on that now back to the subject. I believe the Burial Grounds in question were in two different locations. The main one on the Columbia River was at the Richland side of the point where the Yakima River flowed into the Columbia, just to the right of the newest bridge that crosses from Richland to Pasco (in the blocks), I seem to remember this was referred to as "Columbia Point" and was an excellent place to watch the Submarine races. The other was on the way to West Richland. On Lee Blvd., you went past the Riding Academy and turned right on the next road (a dirt road before Lee turned right towards the bridge into W.R.) You proceeded straight to the sand hill you could see from Lee, and the road bore around to the left at the base of the hill and eventually climbed the hill and you were at the Indian Burial Grounds. I'm sure the area has changed and there are homes built right on the site now and you can't find the site anymore. But there were many enjoyable summer days spent there (and on the Columbia) sifting the sand for beads and the occasional arrowhead. Another fun activity was to go to the dump, which was also located near the Burial Grounds, prior to the golf course, and scavenge through all the trash for "treasures". Of course this is forbidden in our modern "landfills". See you all at the 40th. in July. ('59 reunion: July 16 - 18] -Larry Moss (59) ******************************************************* >>From: John Adkins (62) I'm really sorry about this chili thing - I promise to do my best to get that recipe. Re: Boonsfarm and Ripple in the Zip's parking lot - "Son, the class of "62" tapped a keg in that parking lot." Of course that's just what I heard - I was probably at church camp. -John Adkins "62" ******************************************************* >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) I saw a mention of Memorial Day coming up and wanted to remind any local or visiting Bombers to take advantage of the opportunity to remember the many veterans and other loved ones that have passed on by attending the Memorial Day ceremonies at Sunset Gardens (Einan's) on the Bypass. If you haven't been out there to see the 400 or so American (and a couple of Canadian) flags flying, you have missed a wonderful chance to celebrate what makes this a really great country. The folks at Sunset Gardens have been providing this service for many years. It is a special day as we walk the cemetery and see so many friends and neighbors decorating the graves and stopping to chat with each other. If you are in town for Memorial Day, take some time to come out for the services and salute the veterans and see who you run in to. You won't be sorry you did. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Michael Figg (70) Mike Franco's (70) talk of trekking to Spout Springs had me thinking of the days a few of us would ride up there in the back of the Gustavson's old ('56 or '57?) Chevy wagon. We would stop in Milton-Freewater to buy candy, and then freeze all day on the slopes. Skiing is one of those few things that seemed harder as a kid than it does now. And after those three hour journeys to Spout Springs, White Pass, or Mission Ridge; it seems bizarre in the flats of central Ohio farm country to be able to drive only an hour after work up to a ski area that (hard as it is to believe) actually rivals Spout Springs as a winter sports mecca! But I've also found in the last couple of years that the skiing is even better in Colorado, Tahoe, and Banff. I've heard talk of the Bunny slope and High. Wasn't it Echo Valley behind the trees to the left of the lodge? -Michael Figg (70) ******************************************************* >>From: Miriam Lewis (76) Hearing all these math class memories makes me wonder if any of you who went to Chief Jo had Mr. Barnard for algebra. Aside from being a wonderful teacher, he had a very dry sense of humor. I can remember him saying when somebody came up with a strange equation, "There's something rotten in the state of Denmark. . ." I also had Mr. Matthews for geometry there. I used to draw pictures on the overhead projector before class would start so that when he turned it on, my drawings would be projected onto the screen for all to see. I'm kind of hoping nobody remembers THAT! -Miriam Lewis (76) ******************************************************* >>From: Debbie Nelson Burnet (77) To Suzy: Happy Belated Birthday. Saw the picture in the newspaper and knew it had to be you. Guess you and I go back even to the old Sacajawea elementary school. Also remember sitting next to each other in Mr. Blankenship's history class. Everyone told us it would be one of the worst classes, but I remember it being one of the best. And to Julie Ham (77): Hello from an old (yea, I turned 40 already) friend. Love, -Debbie Nelson Burnet (77) still in Richland, still tall, not as blond, and definitely not as skinny as I used to be. *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/24/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers and one obit today: Andrew Eckert (54), Kathy Lamb (62), Jim House (63), Carol Converse (64), Terry Liechty (64), John Bradley (65), Louise Moyers (65), Cheryl Moran (66), Steve Piippo (70), Janell Johns (71), Vicki Owens (72), Mike Davis (74), Mike Pearson (74), Teri Claphan (74), Suzy Nuest (77), Jenny Smart (87) ******************************************************* >>From: Andrew Eckert (54) I thought I would add a comment to the piece on Indian burial grounds that Larry Moss (59) was remembering. I and sisters Joan [51], and Virginia (Jinnie) [58], did go to the one you described on the sand bluffs on the way to West Richland and did find many beads. My recollection is that we went out Van Giesen to the street just before the riding academy and then proceeded to the bluffs. My Parents eventually had a small farm at the base of that ridge and lived there for many years. Until the Richland Port authority bought all the land there. Unless any houses have been built on that ridge in the past few years it is still as virgin and primitive as it was in the 40s and fifties. My younger brother, Christian Eckert [80 or 81] did use his dirt bike riding up and over that area in what was his back yard riding area. I believe you would find it just as it was back in the 50's but with just a few added bike tracts. Take a piece of screen and a shovel and my guess is you would be rewarded with a bead or more. -Andrew Eckert (54) ******************************************************* >>From: Kathy Lamb Brown (62) to Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) Thank you for the note about the services and the flags at Sunset Gardens. I'm sure many of us will be home that week-end. We may see people we don't recognize up there. I'm sure there are many of our parents up there. Take them their favorite blossoms. Also, some of the teachers we talk about. The Spudnut shop better increase their supply. I bet this site has increased their business. I wanted to thank all who sent notes to Mom, (Mrs. Kay Lamb - 4th L&C) when she was visiting me. I tried to thank you each individually. Hope I didn't miss anyone. If I did - THANX, She loved it. Mac and I are having a special family "Honor Kay Day" (Mom, Grandma, & GG) at the south end of Howard Amon Park with all our kids and grandkids, Sunday afternoon, the 30th. So, if you get a chance, stop by and give her a special hello. Here's wishing everyone safe travel, wherever you may go, next week-end. Mom's Black Sheep - Kathy Lamb Brown (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Jim House (63) Richland and Memorial Day are joined together for me. Unlike many of you, I lived in Richland less than seven years. Three formative years at Marcus Whitman and later returning for three glorious years, while earning my Bomber credentials. My orders to Viet Nam allowed three weeks to get my affairs in order. Given my nomadic youth, I also got to choose my "home town". I made a quick trip to Alaska to promise Mom I would faithfully write. I then took a leisurely drive down the Yakima Valley to savor the fond memories. I intended to stop in Richland, but could not. Not with tears flowing. If I couldn't say goodbye to everyone. I would say goodbye to no one. I stayed on the highway that by- passed our perfect little town. I looked down and recalled all that was great there. The civic pride, the manicured ball fields, the dedicated teachers, coaches, scout leaders, clergy and parents who were involved, patrol boys who saluted the flag, holiday celebrations, the unrivaled school spirit, and the special friends. Would I be buried there? Those plans weren't made. My generation's war had no clear beginning, and for most, no real end. It was conducted in a series of "tours of duty", not in a manner that would end with a parade in OUR country. Many veterans, spouses and supportive classmates have chronicled their experiences here. I clearly understand, that for some, only the Hells Angels were there to provide the needed support during the homecoming and reorientation phase. But when I returned, a chance reunion with an anonymous Bomber provided my special welcome home. I was a hero for a day. All things considered, I probably returned healthier than when I left. If so, I was lucky. Today I send a heartfelt "Semper Fi" to Bob Mattson (64), David Rivers (65) and all other Marines for what they've endured. But they understand this is not OUR holiday. We will give a special pause for young Mark Black (66), the (RHS) Marine whose name is on "the wall". We will also honor all men and women, of all services, who have made the ultimate sacrifice in our country's wars, soothed perhaps by the words from "Taps". Day is done, Gone the sun, From the lakes, From the hills, From the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh. Jim House (63) Capt. USMC (67-71) ******************************************************* >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) I'm sorry to hear about the Community House being torn down and replaced with another building. I thought years ago, that they settled that and decided to keep the community house for prosperity. I remember the activities that were held there for the Girl Scouts. Also remember the square dancing. I didn't square dance, but I watched them practice on Saturdays occasionally if I chanced to be there. The dances there were great. They had a lot of activities during the summer that I was involved in, but for the life of me, I can't remember what they were. I don't remember the bowling alley that was there though. We had our graduation party in the community house. Okay, NOW I remember the bowling alley!!! Dah! What great memories the community house for me and most all Bombers. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Terry Liechty (64) Regarding the Senior Center; I taught some classes there back, way back in 1970. My former teacher, Miss Pugh was the head of the group and contacted me to teach some classes there. Go to for a TCH article about the classes. The copy says Pasco but it was in Richland too. Anyway I thought in those days that they needed something newer. Nostalgia for old buildings is a European thing. Here we move forward and go to Europe to see old stuff. Europeans come here to see new stuff. If we didn't get rid of all the old ones, where would Europeans go on holiday? -Terry ******************************************************* >>From: John Bradley (65) IN REFLECTION TO THE "TUNA", DAVE RIVERS, JOHN FOSTER AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF GRADS OF THE 60'S, I SUBMIT THE FOLLOWING ATTACHMENT THAT WAS GIVEN TO ME THIS WEEK. GOD ONLY KNOWS, HOW MANY OF THE GRADUATES OF RICHLAND SERVED IN THE SERVICE, BUT I CAN ONLY EMAGINE THAT THE NUMBER IS NOT COUNTABLE. WE ARE THE GENERATION OF GENERAL HERSEY AND THE LOCAL DRAFT BOARD. THOSE WHO COULD JOIN OTHER SERVICES BESIDES THE ARMY WERE FORTUNATE IN SOME REGARDS BUT THEY DID THEIR DUTY AS IT WAS PASSED ON TO US BY OUR FATHERS. ALL THE SERVICES PARTICIPATED IN THAT SO CALLED "UNDECLARED" WAR, BUT IT WAS STILL A WAR NEVER THE LESS. UNDER THE PRESENT SITUATION THAT THE MILITARY FACES, THE FOLLOWING IS SUBMITTED. IT IS FUNNY AND TRAGIC AT THE SAME TIME. YOU WILL SEE THE IRONY AND THE SADDNESS IN THE MESSAGE. I DID 26 YEARS IN THE SERVICE, AND AM DEFENITELY AFRAID OF THE SITUATIONS THAT THE ADMINISTRATION HAVE PUT THE MILITARY IN THE PAST 6 YEARS. -BRADLEY (65) ******************************************************* >>From: Louise Moyers (65) Yes, I remember the tight corner around the back of Zips quite well. While I never got stuck there, I remember my friend, Gloria Thomas (65), had her mother's car one day, and definitely hit that wall! She was in the hospital a couple of days, and as I recall, without a car for several days . . . maybe weeks. But that was in the good ol' days, prior to the PayLess parking deal. -Louise Moyers '65 ******************************************************* >>From: Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) We never took the bus to Spout Springs. My dad would drive us and he took up skiing himself. Many times, we would stop at College Town for a meatless hamburger. I can't remember what religion the college was, but they didn't eat meat. Am I remembering this correctly? After a morning of skiing, and having a brown bag lunch, we would force ourselves to go out for a short while in the afternoon. Everyone would pile back into the car and usually nap on the way home. Most times, when we got back I was ready to go out for the evening. Wish I still had that energy today. We have old home movies of Spout Springs and occasionally watch them. Jim (65) and I were in Yakima yesterday and got a kick out of the sign at the city's entrance. It says, "Welcome to Yakima, Palm Springs of Washington". Either we were not in the right area, or we missed the punch line. Never did see anything remotely close to Palm Springs. Anyone out there live in Yakima and could explain this??? -Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) ******************************************************* >>From: Steve Piippo (70) Go Bombers. On to state: Baseball - Fast Pitch Softball - Track. Kids love it!! Mr. Harvey was my 7th grade basketball coach. His death was a loss to Chief Jo and many kids. We knew he was helping kids. Phil Jones and Ben Jacobs went at it Saturday in the regional baseball playoffs as coaches. Phil coaches at Kamiakin (yuk) and Ben coaches the Bomber varsity baseball team. Great games. Great coaches. Both graduated in 1969 for RHS. -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************************* >>From: Janell Johns Turrentine (71) Okay, I've been a non-participating member of the Sandstorm alumni long enough. I've heard all the talk about the Community House sock hops of the 50's and square dancing. Does anyone recall the great teen dances in the 60's? As I recall there were even a few dance contests held there during the go go girl days. -Janell Johns Turrentine ('71) ******************************************************* >>From: Vicki Owens (72) To Larry Moss (59) and others... Your advice on estate awareness is good. Maybe we should also remember to write, or update, our wills. Now, I never knew about the Indian burial grounds out by West Richland. (BTW, I think you meant Van Giesen, rather than Lee.) But as kids we did go out to Columbia Point with window screens in frames to sift through and see what we could find. I think I only did it once or twice, but some friends had rather extensive arrowhead and bead collections. Back in those days, we didn't even think twice about whether it was legal or ethical or moral or anything else. It was like finding money on the sidewalk -- you just figured you were lucky to be the one to find it. Last summer I visited my mom in the Birch Street ranch house where I grew up. Curt and Cese Sumner, family friends since before I was born, took us on a drive through West Richland, Meadow Springs, and all over the area so I could see the growth. (Anybody who visits Richland after a few years away is in for some big surprises. I can't understand why "the area" is shutting down while the city and environs is exploding.) I was surprised to find that Shamnapum Gold Course (or does it have a new name?) is now very hilly. I mean REALLY hilly! Someone trucked in a LOT of dirt to make the course more challenging. As a non-golfer, I just thought it looked silly to have a bunch of little hills in Richland. I mean, isn't Richland SUPPOSED to be flat?! Anyway, about 50 yards from the clubhouse I could see a small square of wrought iron fencing that seemed as out of place as hills in Richland. I was told that it was an Indian grave or monument of sorts. Apparently when all of the dirt moving was going on, this grave was uncovered. People are a lot more knowledgeable and respectful about such things in the 90's than we were in the 60's, so this fenced area was created. Isn't there anybody still in the Tri-Cities who has more information than I do? Maybe one of the golfers can check things out next time they're at Shamnapum/Columbia Point. -Vicki Owens (72) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Davis (74) Here's a subject I haven't seen on the Sandstorm - "Little League Legends". We have all heard the names of the prolific home run hitters and the overpowering pitchers - Adrian, Ireland, Thompson, Burgamy, Morganthaler, etc. etc. I'm sure many of you can add to the list of these legendary little leaguers. My experience facing one of these legends came when I was a ten-year-old making my first appearance in the "show" (major leagues). My first at-bat was against Bell Furniture's Dean Thompson (72). Dean at the time was a twelve- year-old, but to a small ten-year-old he was a GOD! He hit about 800 home runs and threw the ball about 150 mph. My only thought was that one of his pitches would come in a little wild, hit me, and surely kill me on the spot. My manager, Whitey Arnold offered some encouragement, "Go up there and show him who you are!" Yeah right, Whitey, as he sat in the safety of the dugout. I slowly approached the plate trembling like a sacrificial lamb convinced I was close to death. I had to decide -"Should I swing or just stand there?" If I swing I might even hit the ball and then the vibration of the bat in my hands would render them useless for weeks. If I just stood there maybe he would just whistle three missiles by me and I could hustle back to the bench, safely behind the dugout screen. The decision was made - Stand there like a coward then get the @#*& back to the dugout. Needless to say Dean and Bell Furniture whipped the tar out of us that day, but the important thing is - I SURVIVED!! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Pearson (74) My first school year in Richland was 1964-65. I remember some of my classmates pretty well. But were they familiar enough to invoke their names today from when they were third-graders? And some of you remember me as a third or fourth grader too... your names are on the email list. We might have some time ahead. Mrs. Trumble was my third grade teacher... sometimes she seemed a little stern; however, so did my Mom on occasion. Many of my friends (with whom I used to walk part way home from school) moved before graduation from "Bomber High." I wonder if anyone remembers when Mrs. Trumble brought Pat Owsley and I up to the board for a race through a long division problem. I told her I didn't yet understand it, but was not embarrassed to go up to the board anyway and fail. I'm sure we were the only pair that went to the board for that contest. Pat was one of my friends and we had lunch at his house later that year. His family moved to the other Hanford where the Jed Clampetts lived. Know the place? Later, I "got" long division and for a while, was really a math whiz, you know, for some amount of time. I seem to remember Mrs. Trumble's name is Jesse, but it could be Janet. Are you out there? I saw my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Downing, at a SECU annual meeting in 1990. She remembered me as one of her boys, but did she remember that I won the semester-long spelling contest and won a fountain pen? She didn't mention it. My face fell... well, not really. I was philosophical about it. By fourth grade, a lot of us were having fun on the playground, again many of them having now moved, and at least one of my classmates actually lives here in Ellensburg. I lived in the church she was attending, and I set up chairs and cleared snow etc. etc. etc. for a few months. Or was that third grade too? I must send out a few notes soon to classmates soon to see which teachers some of you had at Marcus Whitman. Finally, they tore the school down for the new one, which is now an antique too almost. One last story for now, which is for the innocent purpose of this list... reminiscence... One of the teachers passed away during the school year, after an ambulance visit to the school. We surely planted a tree and maybe a plaque in a ceremony outside the Old Marcus Whitman Elementary school, on the north side, within a few weeks. I don't know if it's still there. Her name is clear in my memory, but just in case, won't mention for now. A few of us really had the feeling, and we stood around outside looking in after the last day of that school year, that her gentle presence was still in the school on the day school let out, and that feeling and hope and thought was with me all summer. I bet some of my friends felt that too. Kids' minds -- our minds were. -Mike Pearson (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Teri Claphan Foss (74) Jean Albaugh McKnight (72) - Not to worry Jean, to this day my brother doesn't know about my driving his Corvette. Are you kidding? He would probably beat me up even now if he knew!! (hehe...just kidding) After I submitted the entry that detailed this little escapade I heard from Greg Davison (72). He was the dear soul who helped me jump start "the Vett" after it died in Zips parking lot. As I read the entries in the "Alumni Sandstorm" each day from alumni who graduated in the 50's, 60's and 70's the thought comes to mind that we were all so fortunate to grow up in the unique city of Richland. I am struck by how, even though we grew up in different times, we were still young people who did very similar things during our "growing up" years. As another graduation day at Richland High nears, I am reminded of the great memories I have and hope that even in our changing world, my own children will have them also. -Teri Claphan Foss (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Suzy Nuest (77) To Debbie Nelson Burnet, Julie Ham Froehlich and Marjo Vinther Burt (all '77): Thanks so much for the birthday wishes. I don't feel any older than when most of us first met (in some cases, grade school). Think I'm gonna enjoy my 40's. I've just been happily telling everyone that my age has finally caught up with my bra size. Special note to Julie regarding my surprise party Friday . . . PAYBACKS ARE A B**** Much Love, -Suzy Nuest (77) ******************************************************* >>From: Jenny Smart Page (87) I've caught a few notes about the location of the Indian burial grounds, and just wanted to throw in my two cents worth. The one that people keep referring to as by the "old riding academy," at the base of the sand dune on the way to W.R., would be at the junction of Jones and Glen Road. It is no longer city property, and is currently owned by one of the families that lives in a nearby home. They have erected a lovely white cross at the top of the hill that can be seen when you turn on to Jones Rd. from Van Giesen. The families that live out there in this often forgotten part of Richland do request that you honor the fact that its private property now; as is the bulk of the desert in the area; so please no motorcycling - hiking - horseback riding - dumping of garbage/lawn debris - etc. etc. without prior permission from the owners. Thanks for your consideration and respect for this neighborhood. -Jenny (Smart) Page ('87) ******************************************************* OBITUARY Jay (Yencopal) Daly (71) For more information, contact Shirley Collings Haskins (66) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/25/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers and one Bomber Dad today: Dick Harris (49), Shirley Watts (49), John Northover (59), Marilyn Stewart (62), Marilyn Groff (63), Bob Mattson (64), Ken Peterson (64), Patti McLaughlin (64), Pam Ehinger (67), Donna Seslar (68), Phil Jones (69), Steve Piippo (70), Terry Hutson (74), Matt Crowley (75), Marjo Vinther (77), Ron Cone (80), Walter Jones (Bomber Dad) ******************************************************* >>From: Dick Harris (49) I enjoyed reading recollections of Bombers skiing at Mission Ridge. I taught skiing at Mission Ridge for many years and enjoyed having many Bombers as students. I specifically remember a very athletic girl, whose father was a scientist or engineer for Battelle, I believe. I think her name was Lisa and I think the last name was Esvelt. I knew her uncle, who worked for the Port of Portland. Anybody remember her? I had a fun time asking the Bomber students if they knew what the Bombers were called, before they were called Bombers? They would look at me in amazement and wonder what I was talking about! Then, I would tell them, "Oh, yes, they were the Beavers, prior to being the Bombers." Can someone give us good information on the adoption of the Bomber name? My recollection is that it was associated with the investment of a large percentage of the workers, of a day's pay toward purchase of War Bonds to purchase a B-17, during the War period. Probably someone will tell me that this information is readily available on the Bomber website! -Dick Harris '49 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Dick-- Check out the Day's Pay Mural on the Gym wall. There is indeed a page to that from the website -- doesn't say anything about when we became BOMBERS, though. -Maren ******************************************************* >>From: Shirley Watts James (49) Hi Sandstorm members: I just returned home and decided to catch up on my Sandstorm reading and I noticed in the Alumni Sandstorm of 5/10/99 issue that you needed some addresses. Evelyn Kingsley (49) now goes by her first name Mary and her married name is Spradlin. Send me e-mail if you would like her physical address in Texas. I thought she told me Anna Mae Wann had already contacted her. I certainly would like to see her as well as Janis Ervin (49) and Betty Bjorklund (49) during the 50th reunion. We four chummed around together and later three of us went on to WSU while Evelyn studied nursing somewhere in Colorado. Leon Seaman's (49) real name is Leon Symanski. I used to date him on occasion after high school and visited his folk's home often. His mom was a great cook but I wouldn't eat there because Leon mentioned she made a great kidney stew after she soaked all the you know what out of the kidneys and I was afraid I might eat some without knowing what it was. Incidentally, dirty cords can't just be a Richland thing. My husband is from Spokane and he tells me they wore their cords until they became so dirty they could also almost stand alone and they got very upset if their Moms tried to wash them. It must have been some kind of regional insanity. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone at the 50th which reminds me, I better send in my reservations. By the way, I was looking through my memorabilia the other day and found a copy of my class will and a copy of the class prophesy. It was a hoot reading through it. Anna Mae Wann do you need (or want copies of these)? -Shirley Watts James (49) ******************************************************* >>From: John Northover (59) There's gonna be a new link on the All Bomber Alumni Links site. We'll call it the "ALL Bomber Survey" You will be able to take the survey AND/OR check the results of the survey. Before you can take the survey, you will need to take a short, six question, quiz. Following is the quiz for those who may need to study. I believe every correct answer has been in the Alumni Sandstorm. Perhaps the only answer that has not been mentioned in the Sandstorm is Winslow. When you reach the Quiz ... you will see the following: ------------------------------ Basic Bomber Knowledge Quiz If you are a 'real' BOMBER, you will be able answer the following questions in your sleep. You must get all six questions correct in order to take the survey. If you miss one question or more, you will be linked back to the page from whence you came or elsewhere. 1. In Richland one might shop in: RiverMall, Westend, Midtown, Uptown, NorthMall 2. The one street that runs N-S would be: Swift, Tacoma, Winslow, Simons, Torbett, 3. One of Richland's famous hang-outs is/was: By's Burgers, Desert Drive In, Columbia Burgers, Meyer's Burgers, Einan's Drive In 4. Art Dawald coached/led: Tennis, Band, Basketball, Football, Choir 5. Francis Rish was/is: a singer, a principal, a woman, a counselor, a coach 6. A well known land mark near Richland was/is: Little Creek, Flattop, The Dunes, Tumbles, Duck Rock If anyone has any problems answering all the questions ... please I will be happy to provide assistance. I will post results every several days or so ... Thanks john '59 ******************************************************* >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book: >>From: Marilyn Stewart Stephenson (62) Date: Mon May 24 17:48:25 1999 Wow. Just heard about this site from Dan Noble, class of 58. His son, Dan, and my daughter, Merrye, are getting married July 17th. Woo Hoo, the last one out of the nest. Have just "retired" from the workforce and am loving it. Have now 8 grandchildren with a ninth on the way. Would love to hear from friends from the class of '62. -Marilyn Stewart Stephenson (62) ******************************************************* >>From Marilyn Groff Taylor (63) TO: Cheryl Moran Fleming (66) RE: Yakima Palm Spring of Washington Having lived in Yakima over 30 years (1963-1997), I think I can shed some light on Yakima's claim to want-to-be-fame. They mean the weather is nice. The sign used to tell the passing motorist how many days of sunshine per year, claiming over 340 days of sun a year. It was probably the city council's idea to compare Yakima with Palm Springs, but I can assure everyone it is no comparison, not even the weather comes close. Mystery solved. -Marilyn Groff Taylor (63) ******************************************************* >>From: Bob Mattson (64) One Alley in town. I think the children outnumbered adults, in a new town, with very few, if any, older population, hummmmm. Minds working, without TV. What an event, one that sets us all apart, for the most through the 64-66 classes. Listening to the radio, without using a visual, all encompassing inner effort, hummmm. Imagination, seeming to be as real as we were then, with eyes closed. Hmmmmmm. What was gained? When my 30 days was up, and I flew out of the Pasco airport, to the Nam, after saying good-bye to my folks and holding Margi May, and tasting her a kiss, I sat trying to hold back my tears, being a full fledged Marine, the mist of my soul collected - ran down my face unabated. I remember an older face reading me like a mag in a doctor's office. Now that I think of it, he must have been my guardian angel, trying to give me some comfort - a knowing gaze that let me know that I would come home. It was true, but I saw it all through different eyes, but still having the want of family and friends. The aftermath of a tornado through a mobile park in Kansas and more, gad huh? I would have my little league, pony league, crisp cut lawns, clean streets - hot sticky tar streets - DDT sprayers, jolly jingleman, Chinook winds that could eat a foot of snow over night, leaving the sled resting in a puddle of warn water the next morning. What I think of now is my life long friend Byron Shaw (64). Miss him greatly. My embrace could only serve myself, but with all of us, who are we? Semper Fi. -Bob Mattson (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Ken Peterson (64) WOW!!!!! Great reading for the dates 5-19/5-24 some very good stuff and it does bring back some very good memories but also some bad ones. You see I was one of the few who always found trouble. One friday night we thought we would have a kegger down near the river (the Columbia Point Golf Course is there now) . We had such a good time that night, we decided we should do it again on Saturday. It was going great until the police showed up, then all he-- broke loose - bodies and beer went flying. We made a mad dash for an exit. For some it was just to lay low. For others it was the russian olives. It's amazing what a body can take. After doing our best to rid ourselves of thorns and the police (oh yes, some of us were captured) I still find I HATE THE RUSSIAN OLIVE TREES. But we meant well and didn't mean to make any problems. This is a bad time I had that night but a good memory nonetheless. Hey, Moyers! It's good to hear from you. It's too bad you won't be able to run the hood to coast with us this year. Hopefully next year though. Well, all you Bombers stay healthy. -Ken Peterson (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Patti McLaughlin Cleavenger (65) To Julie Ham (77) and Suzy Nuest (77): Quit it, you two! How can you possibly be 40?! I tried to teach you two English at Chief Jo when you were in 9th grade. I think you two tried to play matchmaker for me. But I am not that old!!!!! Patti McLaughlin Cleavenger '65 ******************************************************* >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) To Cheryl Moran (66): The town you refer to as College Town if it's by Walla Walla it is College Place, or Peanut Town as some of the locals call it! They are mostly Seven Day Adventist. They are vegetarians so they have a lot of things made from peanuts and soybean, that is why they were call Peanut Town. As for Yakima being the Palm Springs of Washington,.... well they think they have very mild winters and that life is just Peachy Keen!! Well in the winter of 96-97 we had snow clear up to..... well at any rate we had bunches of snow!! I live in Thorp just 9 miles from Ellensburg and 45 miles from Yakima and we had over 4 feet of snow in our yard, most of the winter!! So now what was that they called Yakima??? Palm Springs of Wash.!! The Jokes On Them!! LOL Hope that answered you question. -Pam Ehinger 67 Bombers Rule ******************************************************* >>From: Donna Seslar White (68) A while back some people mentioned Dr. John Baugher. He was the MD for our family also when we moved to Richland. In Sunday's paper there is an obituary for his wife, Beatrice, 88 years old. Just wanted to let people know. -Donna Seslar White (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Phil Jones (69) To Mike Davis 74 Mike - what a hilarious description of your Little League debut in the "SHOW". I too as a nine year old was sent up to face Mike Sheeran who was the MAN for Spudnut shop. I was sent up to walk because I was so little. But I thought I was supposed to hit when I was up there. I was the last out and as you remember in Little League, if you make the final out "you lost the game for us" even if it was 10 to nothing. I fanned on three straight, over-matched fast balls and cried for 2 days. I'm not sure where those fast balls were but the last one "sounded" good enough to hit. Mike was a stud. Still is, actually. -Phil Jones 69 ******************************************************* >>From: Steve Piippo (70) I remember Mark Black [66]. He taught me how to shoot a lay-in up over the front of the rim and off the back board in Chief Jo gym. Mark came to the Chief Jo gym every Saturday morning and took his time to help a little kid. Each memorial day I visit his grave site in the left-west corner of the old cemetery. To Mike Davis [74]: Tom Regimbal [70] hit the farthest home runs. Carry Randow [70] had those scary big bushy black eyebrows and threw side arm. Scared only the bravest hitters. -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************************* >>From: Terry Hutson Semmern (74) Re: Tennis Courts / Hangouts Reading about the survival on the Little League field (thanks, Mike) brought to mind the same feeling I had when it came to the tennis court. My mom was pretty much of an athlete when she was young so she pretty much demanded that of me when I grew up. My twin sister (Linda) and I took up the lovely sport of tennis when we were in Junior High (Chief Jo). We first started up with lessons in the summer at the tennis courts below the Gaslight, with Ray Hall as the instructor. This continued on into tennis season at Chief Jo. My sister and I were quite the (doubles) team. The funny thing is that Doubles are supposed to play together as a team, which Linda and I didn't quite get the hang of. It's no wonder everyone was in fear of playing us, as Linda and I were always in competition or rivals of one another. We even took it to the court. Yelling at each other on the court was nothing, it was when we would throw rackets at each other if one of us missed a ball, was when it got brutal. Needless to say, we never played doubles again the next year, which, I'm sure made everyone else happy too. ha ha ha......(I know Linda will reading this, love to you Linda..ha ha ha) As for hangouts, it seems to me our hangouts would change every month. It seems the Richland Police Department was not to happy with large congregations. It first started out at Zips, then moved to the Howard Amon Park, then to the Bowling Alley. But then there was always a private kegger going on out the the dunes somewhere or some island party. Not to mention basketball championships. I don't know, is Richland still allowed to come back to Spokane? ha ha ha.... Or when the hydroplane races were taking place..... spending the night/weekend in the park was another event (which is not allowed anymore). I'm surprised a lot of us made it through graduation or even yet, became upstanding citizens of the Tri-Cities. -Terry Hutson Semmern (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Matt Crowley (75) This past weekend we in Southern Oregon enjoyed the first really hot weather we've had so far this year (92 degrees on Sunday!)... which brings back memories of the blast-furnace heat of a Richland summer. So, fellow Bombers: how did you keep cool when the mercury topped 100 for days in a row? I remember the swamp cooler in the window of our utility room (originally the kitchen) of our converted "B" house on Marshall. Those things were perfect for the dry heat of Eastern Washington. Eventually we got a real air conditioner which was often kept on 24 hours a day. I'm especially curious to know how those of you who were around in the '40s and early '50s managed to deal with the stifling heat. Let's hear some stories! -Matt Crowley ('75) ******************************************************* >>From: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) To Suzy Nuest (77) .... so, at age 40 you caught up to your bra size??? I believe I hit that milestone somewhere in the teen years... Remember how I wrote in my email birthday wish to you the other day that being 40 was all right after all? Well, within moments of sending that message, I busted a molar while eating corn nuts! And this was less than a week after having a crown placed on another molar... With broken and/or sore teeth on both sides of my mouth I am now on a diet of mashed potatoes and scrambled eggs until I get into the dentist's office tomorrow a.m. I certainly hope that the rest of my 40's will be better! -Marjo Vinther burt (77) ******************************************************* >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book: >>From: Ron Cone (80) Date: Mon May 24 13:54:27 1999 I hope to be in the Tri-Cities by the end of the summer. A new position with DOE has opened up and I hope to be home soon. I can't wait to leave the 40 degree winters here in Chicago!!! and be at the boat races for summer. - Ron Cone (80) ******************************************************* >>From: Walter Jones (Bomber Dad) It is known that many streets in Richland were named after Army Engineers when the town was taken over and re-platted in 1942. My concern is with Comstock Street, as I have heard rumors that the street was named to honor Harold Comstock, a Pasco lad who was killed on the USS Pennsylvania during the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941. The Franklin County Historical Society is putting together a Memorial Day display honoring local veterans and this question came to light. Can any Bombers confirm which Comstock the street was named for? Walter (Whimpy) Jones, a Bomber parent and former Bulldog from Pasco with turncoat kids (Don Jones-64 and Janet Jones-67) who became Bombers. *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/26/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 Bombers and 2 Obits today: Irene Smith (59), Barbara Seslar (70), Mike Davis (74), Mike Pearson (74), Julie Ham (77), Kellie Walsh (77), Suzy Nuest (77), James Walters (80) ******************************************************* >>From: Irene Smith Goodnight (59) To Matt Crowley (75): You asked how did we keep cool in those oven-hot summers in the 40's and 50's? Well, I remember our mom spending a lot of time just laying on the floor in the afternoons, and we learned to do the same thing. A pillow off the couch, and you could move around on the floor, to a new, cooler space every once in awhile. I suppose that had something to do with our becoming avid readers; books were our best way to get our minds off the heat. This was before 1950, in our "B" house on Comstock. I remember a swamp cooler sometime along the way, but when I stood right in front of it, I was always disappointed that the air was just about the same temperature as the rest of the room/house, all it did was blow by a bit faster. -Irene Smith Goodnight '59 ******************************************************* >>From: Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) Someone asked how we kept our cool in the 1950's in the Tri-Cities. I remember when we came to Richland around 1953 or 54 we lived in the stilts apartments on Stevens Drive while we waited for a prefab. They had neat open decks on the upstairs apartments but when it rained, lakes would form instead of the water running off. I remember hanging laundry on the deck to dry. We attended Jefferson and the fun thing at recess was to jump rope. I never see that anymore. Then we moved to Cottonwood I think. (We moved several times in Richland before finally settling at 504 Smith in a 3 bedroom prefab.) Before we ever had an air conditioner (swamp cooler), I remember using a hose to wet down the house, trying to cool off a bit. I don't know how my mother stood it, after all, she was the one doing the cooking. Wanda and I would play in the sprinklers to cool off. We also went to the "big pool" on Swift. We loved it because we came from Boring, Oregon, where it rained a lot and never seemed to get warm enough to swim (and there was no pool around). I was glad someone finally mentioned the Russian Olive trees which are really fragrant right now. We loved them, too, at first. Now just about everyone (?) is allergic to them. Many have been removed but there are still plenty to enjoy. Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (1960) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Davis (74) Miss Hutson is entirely too modest when recalling her prolific tennis career. I remember her and her sister being a doubles team that would rival Chrissy and Martina. Every match they played the crowd was filled to capacity, hollering and cheering for the "Hutson Duo". Many of the matches ending with the opponents pleading for mercy. Oh.. what a minute.. this is May isn't it? I thought it was April. (April Fools!) -MDavis (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Pearson (74) Your wonderful writings bring back so many beginnings of memory... Sandstorms that turned the sky brown, and wind you could lean into with your jacket like a sail. Wellsian Ponds with possible rattlers on the road and seemingly very few fish. Tumbleweeds the size of buffalo Yakima River ice-jams and breakups close enough for 10 year olds to go see. Deep gritty sand that grows everything if watered. Desert plant areas whose vibes seem to say "Fun in the Sun" (special sagebrush!) Little kids delivering 40 to 70 Sunday morning Tri-City Heralds house to house at 6 a.m. during a January cold-snap (sometimes they have help, with that many). October evening air *so* gold from fine, sky-drifting dust Wondering if we'd have 2 inches of snow and have a White Christmas... but usually not. Swimming at Bateman Island and knowing there could be nine-foot sturgeon underfoot. Mira Slovak flying upside down over the Columbia River. When big indoor shopping malls were a new invention and we "rural folks" immediately got one. A small 1960s town, yet many fathers catch a bus to work The bypass highway was so dark and quiet some nights, we could have been in Central Nevada. The stars were so bright, and you knew they'd be calling *us*, because Space people appreciate towns like ours. A neighborhood labor party starts the work that turns an acre and a half of weeds into Beverly Heights Park. A long, dry Autumn *every* year guarantees lots of good field conditions for outdoor games. Sometimes, clouds with celestial-looking edges On little League Legends... Mike Davis's story about striking out and "I survived!" reminds me why I like sports... clear rules... the announcer is not the umpire... you know the score... In life, sometimes it's unclear what the game is... one can "strike out" with a left fielder's mitt on one's hand. Or drop the ball because the game could be soccer, or golf. Mike Pearson (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Julie Ham Froehlich (77) to Patti McLaughlin (65): I'm not really 40. I just tell Suzy that so she doesn't feel bad/old! (Really Suzy you don't look a day older than 40!). I never was very good at school. I guess I thought I had better things to do. But I definitely have the best memories of Ms. McLaughlin's English class at Chief Jo. You made learning English fun. This was a class I would not have skipped! (not that I ever skipped out). Luckily, my kids (3 of them) seem to have the enthusiasm for school that I lacked! And you're right - you're not that old! -Julie Ham Froehlich (77) ******************************************************* >>From: Kellie Walsh Patterson (77) Mike Davis (74) brought back of flood of memories for me talking about Little League. I imagine girls are now playing in Little League next to the boys, but when I was a kid, us girls had to sit on the sidelines and watch. Our family lived on Hunt Point and the closest ball field was the one on the corners of Hunt/Symons/G.Way. The season started with the annual Pancake Breakfast/ Jamboree Day. It was like the official kick-off of spring and summer. As I remember the pancakes weren't half bad. During the season, I would ride my bike down to the field after dinner to watch my favorite team(s) play. Let's see now, I think Dawson Richards' uniforms were orange, HAMTAC was green ... geez I can't remember the rest of the teams, but there was a team in yellow, one in red, and one in blue, I think. Oh, wasn't BB&M yellow? Of course, whichever team included the guy I had big crush on that spring was my favorite team. A couple of times I even got to be the scoreboard changer ... boy, I thought I was hot stuff on those days. And no visit to the ball park was complete without a snowcone. I've lived in Southern Cal for 18 years now, so can anyone tell me if the field I'm talking about still exists, same teams/different teams? Also while on the subject of catching up, several of you have mentioned Spout Springs, and for the life of me I can't remember where that is. I didn't start skiing till after college. Refresh my fading memory, please. Happy B-lated 40th, Suzie! 40 isn't so bad. But have you noticed lately that if you see someone, and you find out that this person is like 41 or 42, you think, "Gawd, I look younger/better than that don't I? ...... DON'T I?!" Hi Debbie Nelson and Julie Ham! Glad to see that the class of '77 is still kickin'. Make my snowcone lime, please -- Kellie Walsh Patterson '77 ******************************************************* >>From: Suzy Nuest (77) To Patti McLaughlin Cleavenger (65) . . . Ye-e-e-s, Miz McLaughlin, I'm 40 now. You must've been, what, about 19 when you attempted to teach Julie Ham (77) and me English? I do remember that you were in high school and I was probably in early grade school when you played the part of Daisie Mae in the Col High production of Lil Abner. Matter of fact, Miss Hankwitz is the person who took me to see the play. I thought it was a pretty big time production. To Marjo Vinther (77): Sorry about your broken tooth. I fail to see, however, the problem with a steady diet of mashed potatoes. Take Care - Suzy Nuest (77) ******************************************************* >>From: James Walters (80) TO Ron Cone (80) Actually the last several years have been kinda lame... mostly just hydroplanes bouncing down the river... that and Miss Budweiser smacking into everyone else at the races... Still got plenty of heat to go around though... -James Walters (80) ******************************************************* ******************************************************* OBITUARIES Harry W. Hess (41?) Carla Woo Morris (83?) For more information, contact: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/27/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers PLUS the All Bomber Survey today: Dick Harris (49), Jackie DeVries (62), Debora Greger (67), Mike Perkins (67), Paul Felts (69), Brad Upton (74), Mike Pearson (74), Terry Hutson (74), Doris Johnsen (78), Denise Payne (79), Kevin Ott (81), Lara Sleater (87) ******************************************************* >>From: Dick Harris (49) Thanks to EV Werry, spouse of Paula Doctor '51, I have learned that I was confusing the last name of Esvelt and Eschbach. The Bomber I remember in my ski classes at Mission Ridge was, indeed Lisa Eschbach. I remember hearing her father lecture on the design of the original reactors at Hanford and I knew her uncle, Al Eschbach, from the Port of Portland. EV tells me that Lisa is now studying medicine. Thanks, EV! -Dick Harris '49 ******************************************************* >>From: Jackie DeVries Brown (62) My family moved here in the fall of 1948 (my Dad was the projectionist at the North Star Theater in Richland.) Just in time for the winter of 48'. We moved to North Richland, I was 4, so I had to wait a year to start kindergarten at John Ball. We kept cool in the summer in the sprinkler, shade of trees, hoping for a breeze. About 5 years later we got a swamp cooler. One evening as we were eating dinner, a snake apparently crawled into it and into our living room, coiled up right under the swamp cooler. Dad simply walked over and opened up the front door and directed the snake out with a broom. Mom wouldn't let us outside that night because she was afraid it might still be outside somewhere and bite us. Life was so fun back then, we build forts, played at the river. We always cut asparagus where the golf course is now at Columbia Point. Enough for now. -Jackie DeVries Brown ('62) ******************************************************* >>From: Debora Greger (67) My sister Amelie Greger ('75) would love to hear from greater Seattle Bombers. She's worked in the corporate sector and run her own business and is now looking for a new challenge for her awesome talents. Any contacts? She can be reached at [deleted for privacy]. Her big sis misses her down in the swamps of Florida -Debora Greger (67) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Perkins (67) To all who have contributed, thanks for the memories. Okay, okay, it's not an original line, but it's no less sincere. I have worked in a "developing nation" for the last 10 years and until I started receiving the Alumni Sandstorm, I confess to a little anxiety about culture shock upon my eventual return to "civilization". That's gone now, thanks to all of you. Nothing could better shock-proof a Bomber for a return to the Tri Cities, than your Bomber memories. And what memories. The foggers. Many, many times I have thought of them, fondly and with great longing. Probably due more to living in mosquito heaven here 1 degree from the equator than from any latent DDT addiction. The Spudnut Shop. I return on the 5th of June and will give myself a day to recuperate from the 20 hour flight, but on Monday the 7th you can expect to see some serious Spudnut activity from me. Spudnuts in the morning, then maybe to Zip's for lunch. A Papa Joe, large fries, and a double order of tartar sauce sounds good. Is Zip's tartar sauce still in use by the Bureau of Standards as "...the tartar sauce against which all others shall be measured"? The Uncle Jimmy Show. I made my small screen debut there on the 4th of May, 1953. In person, Uncle Jimmy was a bit standoffish. Prairie Pete was the one who really impressed me. I'm not certain whether it was that indefinable Star Quality they talk about, or if it was just because he was the guy handing out the candy. It was in the 1st or 2nd grade at Spalding that I made my second, and last try for stardom. I and several of my classmates all went out to the local TV studios (in Kennewick?) for our supporting roles in a production for National Dental Health week. We 'supported' a giant toothbrush. Where are my co-stars now? Still haven't seen a penny from that production but I won't bore you with the sordid details of yet another child performer exploitation story. Someone mentioned Burt Wells. I recall stopping for excellent burgers at the Burt Wells Drive-in in (I think it was) Mabton, on expeditions up the valley to see relatives in Yakima and Ellensburg. And weren't they "expeditions" in the 50's? Motoring wasn't quite so simple back then. The Dads all thought that they were Captains of these voyages, by virtue of their mastery of Detroit's finest iron, but as I remember it while the Dads were kicking tires and checking oil, the real Command and Control decisions were made by the Moms after consulting their extensive database which rated Women's Rest Room cleanliness at every service station in a five state area. Teachers - Clair Carlson at Spalding. I don't remember exactly how he did it, but when he taught, the lights went on. Another favorite might be familiar to you 40's Bombers - Graham Potter. As his stepson, I probably saw him in a different light than you did as his students but I remember him as a true educator and a gentleman of the old school (no pun intended). Somewhere in his library lurks a '47 Columbian. I'll try to find it and make it available when I get my scanner set up. In the 'small world' category I pass on greetings from Rick McGowan [woulda been '64]. He's the only person I've met outside the U.S. who knew about the Hanford story and the part Richland played. His father was with the army at Hanford and Rick attended Christ the King in '58 or '59. In case you remember him and wondered what ever happened to him, he recently retired from the Navy, lives in the Philippines, and was last seen in Indonesia heading for a Navy contract job on Diego Garcia. For Mark DeVoss (67) - I missed the question to which you were responding but when you mentioned Harry Morgan as appearing in Pete and Gladys. Did you know that this was the first TV spinoff? The original show was "December Bride" with Spring Byington, in which Harry played her next door neighbor, Pete Porter. Gladys was never seen in the original. A few quick questions and I will leave you in peace. 1) Class of '67 birthday bash - Is there an email address for sign-up? 2) What was the Handkerchief Factory? 3) I remember the obnoxious opening song "I'm K-K-K-Kenny from K-K-K-Kortens..." but I don't remember a thing about the rest of the show. Local musical variety show or what? My apologies to any of you who read your email in the morning and now face the prospect of having that tune run through your head for a full day. -Mike Perkins (67) ****************************************************** >>From: Paul Felts (69) More Little League Stories This one is for Phil Jones (69) and Boo Boo Davis (yes, Mike Davis - '74) Try being a nine year old batting off of Jim Van Wyck ['66] (Desert Inn). That probably started my golf career. Other notables were Mike Coyne ['66] (JA Jones) and Greg Turner ['68] (HAMTC). I think the green sweat pants that Floyd Gates (coach for HAMTC) wore (quite frequently) should be enshrined somewhere. I am sure there are a few stories there??? -Paul Felts (69) ******************************************************* >>From: Brad Upton (74) These memories of dealing with the heat brings back this one of mine. Shortly after my graduation in the summer of '74, my brother Brian ('76), got a call from his best friend, the late Rick Slater ('76), telling him that Rick and Phil Dahling ('76) were going to go out to the Port of Benton to jump off the dock but that there were some "rules" involved. Being a just graduated very cool senior I was asked to go along. It was 108 or 109 degrees and a dip in the river sounded good. Rick had a VW Beetle that had many things wrong with it including a heater that could not be turned off and only ran full blast. When they got to the house Brian and I got in VW and the "rule" was explained: Windows up tight, heater full blast and no matter what anyone said, they were to stay that way all the way to the Port. Agreed. 108 in the shade, 130? in the sun, 180 or 190 with the windows up, over 200 with the heater on full blast. We quickly realized that this was a bad idea but "rules" were rules... the windows stayed up. Sweat soon was hiding tears. You could hear someone dry heaving. We begged each other to open a window but we all held. We started to get very quiet to conserve strength. As we neared the Port all of us started to see a bright light and dead relatives urged us to go toward the light... it was beginning to feel very pleasant. When we got there the gate was open. Rick drove his car right to the edge of the dock where we could open the door (and feel a blast of supercooled 108 degree air) and jump directly into the Columbia. We're lucky the cold water shock didn't kill us. Afterward, in schoolboy bravado, we agreed to do it again because it was so "fun." We never did. -Brad Upton '74 ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Pearson (74) A list of our Class of 1974 missing persons is online If you can help locate these people for the reunion, someone's summer will be more fun and memorable. -Mike Pearson (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Terry Hutson Semmern (74) To Mike Davis (74), with regards to my tennis career, you're too kind. But, I would like to know where you were sitting in the crowd, as that is not the view I got. And as for April Fool's jokes, I think you reached the statute of limitations. ha ha ha.... But thank you so much. You made my day. By the way, you weren't bad yourself on the basketball court. Love those shorts. -Terry Hutson Semmern (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Ashleigh Talbot ~ aka Doris Johnsen (78) Does anyone remember blasting caps? How we were told time and time again, that if you ever find a blasting cap, DON'T TOUCH IT. Did anyone ever find a blasting cap? I can still remember all the photos they showed us of what they looked like. But in all my years of scouring the ground and brush, I never came across one. Here's a great childhood memory: My mother and father and I (I was four or five at the time), decided to take a ride and ended up at flat top. Dad was feeling pretty "lucky" that day and gunned the car, and lo and behold, we went right up the front face of black top! I was in the back seat and of course, was loving every bouncing minute of it. My mother, on the other hand, was screaming her head off, I think she was kind of loving it too, but didn't want to let on. Dad was just having a blast, like "Speed Racer" right up to the top of flat top. Once on top, we got out, mom chewed dad out for not setting a good example and I studied the old white cross up there. It was time to go back down, and well, Dad decided to heck with it, and we ended up going down the same way we went up, and that was even much more terrifyingly fun! I don't think I laughed so hard, my dad just driving like a bat out of hell and my mother screaming and holding on for dear life. Whenever I visit, I make it a point of driving past flat top. Couldn't do that now days without getting arrested. Ah, the memories. -Ashleigh Talbot ~ aka Doris Johnsen (78) ******************************************************* >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni site Guest Book: >>From: Denise Payne Sitler (79) Date: Wed May 26 11:12:35 1999 I went to school in Richland until my junior yr. Then I got married and moved 3000 miles away, and graduated at Westfield High in Westfield, MA. - home of the "Westfield Bombers". So even after moving I was still a Bomber. I will always feel that I am the class of "79 from Richland High or as we knew it then Col-Hi. I would love to hear from anyone who remembers me, also know to some as Kermit. -Denise Payne Sitler (79) ******************************************************* >>From: Kevin Ott (81) I'd like to send my condolences to my Dad, Don Ott, Class of '61. His father, Donald Lewis Ott, my grandfather, passed May 12, 1999 at Kadlec Hospital in Richland. "I'll miss the smell of your pipe tobacco, Grandpa." Kevin Ott Bomber Class of '81 ******************************************************* That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/28/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers sent stuff in: Kay Mitchell (52), Marv Carstens (61), Bruce Brunelle (62), Paula Beardsley (62), Jean Armstrong (64), David Rivers (65), Phil Jones (69), Steve Piippo (70), Debbie Allen (73), Mike Davis (74), Teena Stoner (79), Mandy Holmes (97) ******************************************************* ******************************************************* >>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52) Soon, another Senior class will be graduating from RHS. My granddaughter, Mandy, will be in that group - walking proud as a third generation Bomber. Richard (52) , and I will be there to see her get her diploma, as will her mom Julie Coates Hedges (75) and her dad Rob Hedges. This will be a time of big change for the Hedges, Coates and Mitchell families, as Julie and Rob have sold the family dwelling in order to move to Stevens County to be a part of our life here in the mountains. The house they have sold is located at 1108 Williams Blvd. and is the house I grew up in. My father, Art Mitchell, came to Hanford to work in 1942. Mom and I moved from Spokane to join him as soon as his name came to the top of the housing list . We moved into our "A" house in March of 1945. It has held four generations of our family, and now we are saying good bye to it and all the memories that are stored within its walls. The kids bought it from my mother about 10 years ago. Wonder how many other government houses have been "in the family" for 54 years?? Richard and I are going to hit the Spudnut shop as soon as we get to town next Thursday and will stop there again on our way back to Northern Washington. Our oldest son, Jay, lives near by and will be waiting for us to return with his spudnut fix. We will be anxious to see classmates and friends at the Club 40 reunion [in September]. Bomber Cheers! Kay ******************************************************* >>From: Marv Carstens (61) Walking down the street today, and a series of GRADE SCHOOL memories kicked in ... or maybe I'm simply at the onset of second childhood. Spoke guns, loaded with shotgun pellets Marbles ... 'Five Holes', 'Rings', and 'Chase' Parachutes made from handkerchiefs, with G.I. Joe type metal soldiers hanging underneath Cockle burr fights (best when the weed was just beginning to turn from green to brown, 'cause they really STUCK! Spring-type clothespins converted into wooden match launchers (and I still have a scar to prove it!) Sleeping out and raiding the neighbors' vegetable gardens and fruit trees (good diet, helped counter the mist from the mosquito foggers) Home-made ice cream from Tastee Freeze Odd what lies so long in the sub-conscious. -Marv Carstens (61) ******************************************************* >>From: Vernon B. Brunelle (62) Date: Thu May 27 13:10:28 1999 Add me to the list Please add my internet address to the list of 1962 grads. even if M. Smyth doesn't know who I am. It is good to see so many computer people among Bomber people. --------------- [I know who you are!!! You are BRUCE Brunelle (62) Check the '62 Columbian if you don't believe me. -Maren] ******************************************************* >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) To Walter Jones (Bomber Dad) Comstock street was named for Cyrus Ballou Comstock - born 1831. He was a West Point graduate and an Army Engineer as were all of the people the streets were named for. He served as an aide de camp to both Grant and Washington and was a member of the National Academy of Sciences. Hope that answers your question. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64) I am coming home for a week in June to visit and decided since hubby can't come, I would bring my friend, Chris.. She has always wanted to visit Washington.. She asked me what there was up there.. (We live in Phoenix).. I told her we had the most beautiful river, tumbleweeds, trees, and the best Walla Walla sweet onions, and we had to go to the Spudnut Shop.. She asked me "What's a spudnut???" When I went to work the next day, I asked my fellow employees if any one knew what a spudnut was.. No one knew.. Now my question is, "Are we the only ones who know what a spudnut is???" -Jean Armstrong Reynolds ' 64 ******************************************************* >>From: David Rivers (65) Memorial Day and Bombers: Reading the last few days' Sandstorm has shown me what a wonderful group we are, collectively. The kind words from fellow Bombers for those of us who returned 30 plus years ago from a place so foreign to Richland kids as to be unimaginable and the thoughts of Mark Black (66), Bill Dowd (65) and the younger men that never returned are so kind. On this up coming Memorial Day it is heartwarming to recall and and relive the town of our youth. We were - and remain - a strange and loyal bunch... you'd almost imagine we were Cheeseheads or something. I see that Tuna is undergoing a cleansing that is important for us all. I go through that often and luckily I still have my life long friend Terry Davis (65) to share that with about every three weeks. We laugh and cry and tell each other things we've never told anyone else. It is wonderful to have people in our lives to do that with. Though he never served, Terry, through his research for "Tour of Duty", knows more about the war and the country than anyone I know. He's always surprised at what I don't know... I only knew my area and the times at the time. In my area the saying was: "Ya gots ta be haad"... We were because we had to be. As time went on, I loved being in the Nam because NO ONE messed with you. The only person more dangerous than Charlie and the NVA was the guy next to you if you P'd him off... so... you didn't mess with him and he didn't mess with you... SIMPLE SIMPLE SIMPLE. When I went through Staging to go over, my Dad came over from the Navy side to wish us well. As those who know me know I left home while still in High School. My folks found out from Mrs. Middleton (Mother of Jerry, Bob (63 by default), Stan (62 or 63) and Nancy (67) that I was in the Marine Corps. Anyway, my Dad was doing some reserve time and came to Pendleton with a whole CHEST full of ribbons... two or three hearts, a bronze star and who knows what else... I was so proud of that man I'd never been able to get along with. Someone took a picture of eight of us with my Dad. When we got to DaNang we all split up and went here and there in country. I wouldn't take an R&R unless Australia opened up to Marines. Eventually I did go on an in country R&R to DaNang to get french fries and a milk shake... they had neither and I hitched a ride back to my area from some friendly pilot... After I had been there a year I took an R&R to Sydney... BIG mistake. Couldn't sleep because it was so quiet. Finally got used to it and then back to the Nam. It was like being a new guy all over and I couldn't sleep at all. Four days before I went home, I managed to get hit... wouldn't let them put me in the hospital or anything. No way was I gonna miss my chance to get back to the world. When I got to DaNang, I met up with many of my staging buddies. Many others weren't there. Out of the eight in the picture, we all came home. One guy had never been hit and the rest of us ranged from 1 to 9 times! Talk about happy to see each other! While standing in some line in DaNang, I heard a familiar voice, it was a kid named Billy Simmons who had gone to Chief Jo and lived kitty corner from the Parkers on VanGeisen! Another Chief Jo kid, Ronnie Schadel, was featured in Life magazine... right on the cover, too! He lived next to the Parkers... took his three hits and headed off to Oki. While I was there I was determined not to have any girlfriend. I wrote to Jo Marie Roberts (65), Brian Johnson (65) and Jim Cox (64) a lot while I was there. Also Bill Dowd (65) who was in country, until he was killed. I've already chronicled my first month in the States with the Hell's Angels. Though I had moved out in High School, I did go to see my little brother graduate from High School just before checking in to my next duty station. My Dad had put up a sign that said "Welcome Home" I felt bad that I didn't go see them before. For many years I've worn the POW bracelet of a guy named Tom Blackman, a 19 year old Marine PFC from Racine, Wisconsin. He was probably killed so I guess I'll wear this thing for a long time to come, because it will never be known for sure. I still fly a POW flag at my house and my cars all have POW remembrance license plate holders. As Jim House put it, Monday is their day... God bless them. On the brighter, lighter side... I read and laughed at what Kenny Peterson (64) wrote about the 2 day Kegger. I remember trying to turn my car around the second night and Keeney (65) "helping" me with directions. He directed me right into a ditch! A bunch of guys literally picked up the end of my little ford and removed the car from the ditch. Sorry Ken for the Kenny, but when you've known guys all your life... Poyner (63) is still Johnny, the Warfords are still Charlie (61) and Ricky (65), Heidlebaugh (65) is still Jimmy and Adair (66) is still jimmie... and on and on... Gregor Hanson... Adair found Pete Remillard back in Walla Walla __ check it out! -David Rivers (65) (SSgt USMC 66-70) ******************************************************* >>From: Phil Jones (69) To Paul Felts (69) I remember watching Mike Coyne (66) pitch in 1960 or 61, I think, but not facing him. The American Little League played at the National League park where Lewis and Clark now stands. The rumor was he was about 6'1" as a twelve year old and threw darts. As a 9 or 10 year old, he looked like Paul Bunyan to me and had a "city-wide" reputation to boot. Glad I never had to face that nasty stuff. The pitchers I remember being the most feared in my league were Chris Fletcher (66) in about 60, Mike Sheeran (66) 61ish, Porgie (sp) Hill for his curves and Dick Sams in 63. Dick and I always had great pitching duels in 63. Of coarse, the Columbia League was loaded then. I got absolutely shelled by B, B & M my 11 year old year in pre season. Bob Utecht (68) and Billy Hedges (68) were unhittable, with two completely different styles, and they had a great line-up. Even in high school Bobby U. threw very hard. Before radar guns were in use we couldn't verify my suspicions, but I'd bet that he was in the low to mid 90's with his fast ball in high school. For those of you who can't relate to the impact these years had on us and how we can remember that stuff, it was "what we did'. And in retrospect it was a very positive, healthy bit of growing up. -Phil Jones 69 ******************************************************* >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To Paul Felts (69): I saw Floyd Gates the other day watching 8 year olds playing baseball - He is still wearing those green sweat pants! Floyd was also a good church league basketball coach! -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************************* >>From: Debbie Allen Heifner (73) If you haven't seen Michael Peterson (77) in concert yet, do so. I saw him in Ft. Worth Texas at Billy Bob's of Texas May 23 and he was great. I drove 4 hours to see him and it was well worth the drive. His performance was the best, he entertained the crowd. He even brought up prom and KALE, and to watch him move his hips, oh my, what can I say. I brought my Bomber t-shirt for him to sign. He is great and could use the Bomber support. -Debbie (Allen) Heifner '73 ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Davis (74) Memories of Teachers: Mrs. MaryLou Pearson, homeroom eighth grade at Chief Jo, was the kindest, gentlest lady. She always had a smile for you and never raised her voice, kind of a motherly figure. I loved going to her class. Doyle Boatman, PE Chief Jo - I had Doyle when he was fresh off the teacher truck. Young stud wanting to show everyone how "bad" he was. I've become good friends with Doyle over the years and all I can say is, "Doyle, You weren't THAT bad!" Mr. Matthews, math at Chief Jo. He was in the old 2 classroom white building where the tennis court is now. There was not a math problem that Mr. Matthews couldn't solve. He caught me reading a dirty book one day in class. Sent me to Mr. Bennett, the evil vice principal. Mr. Bennett gave me a tongue lashing and kept my book. (Where's my book, Mr. Bennett?) Mrs. Clark (later Mrs. Mack) kind hearted 7th grade homeroom. A cute little girl sat in front of me. I wish I could remember her name. -M. Davis (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Teena Stoner Giulio (79) To: Paul Felts (69) I think you may have a little difficulty enshrining Floyd Gates' green sweat pants. He still wears them! My daughter's softball coach asked Floyd to conduct a few "catching clinics" with interested girls and every time I see him, he is wearing faded kelly green sweat pants, matching sweatshirt and once-white Converse hightops. Sound familiar? By the time he was finished with those girls I think each and every one was in tears. To: Patti McLaughlin Cleavanger (65) Isn't it funny how suddenly we discover we are older than what we thought? I had you for 8th grade(?) English at Chief Jo, also. I remember liking it and you. Is your hair still long enough to braid and do the "Heidi" thing with? I always liked that Swiss Miss dress you wore. It was a refreshing sight in the sea of clones. Your class was when I got my first taste of Stephen King. No, you didn't recommend him, I just remember checking it out from the library for a book report, being too lazy to actually write the report, so I copied the cover notes. Gee, I wonder how you able to see right through that?... I can't remember how old I am. It's either 36 or 37, soon to be the next one higher (I was born in '61 if that helps.), so if you aren't 40 yet, you're MUCH younger than I thought. :-) To everyone else: Spudnuts are probably one of the major food groups for all of us. Most likely emanating from some genetic mutation brought on by too many trips behind the 'skeeter fogger. It's been a lot of fun reading everyone's' entries. The "I remembers" and some of the stories help me realize I wasn't as bad as I could have been, but was still worse than others. Someone mentioned Mr. Barnard. I had him for pre-algebra and was scared to death the first day of class. I don't have a very good working relationship with numbers and barely got through that class with a D-! But you're right, he was a great teacher (once I relaxed a bit) and I'm sure it was a combination of pity and his teaching that got me out of there. All this talk of teachers and no one has mentioned Mrs. Sherrard. And her hair! Was I the only one that thought she was a riot? She had such energy and shared that with those who would let her in. I have seen her several times in the past (seems I meet everyone from my past in Safeway) and she remembers me. And what girl didn't have a crush on Mr. Woodward? I loved playing Spelling Baseball. It was the one thing I excelled at. Many, many others come to mind. Mr. Flynn having everyone leave the room quietly because someone fell asleep at their desk, Mr. Boatman with his sideburns, 'stash and Health Class, Mrs. Ford's Art Class, Mrs. Mack (am, is, are, were, being, been...), Mr. Schleer and giving speeches, and Mr. Beeson's very relaxed Math classes. Hmmm, these are all Jr. High teachers. Oh well, I know I share them with many of you. BTW, thanks Gary and Maren for all of your work. This has become a fun addition to my busy days. P.S. Kermit, I remember you. -Teena Stoner Giulio (79) ******************************************************* >>From: Amanda Holmes (97) to Lara Sleater (87) I'd love to help but I can't, though the idea sounds cool. I graduated in 1997, when the bomber flew over the stadium before commencement. That was a most amazing experience, so I commend your efforts to make graduation special for your sister. Graduations should always be memorable and if people can talk about it for years to come, all the better. To all Bombers of every age, shape, and size, may green and gold continue to course through your veins, no matter where you may be. And if you've heard anything from the classes of '93-98, please let me know. Thanks! -Mandy Holmes (97) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/29/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff in: Dick Roberts (49), Kay Lynch (60), MLou Williams (60), Art Nelson (64), Gary Behymer (64), Gregor Hanson (65), Mark DeVoss (67), Phil Jones (69), Mike Pearson (74), Jamie McDevitt (81) ******************************************************* ******************************************************* >>From: Dick Roberts (49) Rex Davis (49) Just read your message about the cords. If you think of anything else, let me know. We have been out of town for awhile and getting caught up on this delightful Sandstorm stuff. I wrote someone about those black, and red maybe?, plaid cords that you and I bought somewhere in Idaho and wore them proudly when we got back to Richland. I cannot recall why we were in this little town in Idaho, but walking along the street, saw them in the window of this haberdashery (translated dirty and dusty clothing store) and on impulse we bought them. The circumstances may have been somewhat different. Sometimes my embellishment runs out of control. Please enlighten me if you remember any more of the details. Good to hear from you and once again, thanks for the WSU card you sent ages ago. Our best to Alice. Rex, you were always the designated driver (Rex didn't drink and his motto was: lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine) in our beer guzzling days and I still remember resting my head on your leather jacket as you dutifully returned us all to our homes. Thanks, buddy. Drop us a line. How's the old ticker? Glad to hear from you. Bonese and Glenn Turner are planning to caravan up to Richland together with Carol and I and we were thinking about stopping in Sacramento to see any 49ers available there. Bonese thinks that Joe and Margie Wilson and Ken Ely are all in your area. Know anything about that? Maybe we could all get together for an early evening of festivities or lunch or something. If you strike out, maybe someone on the planning committee, Anna Mae or Beverly Keller could give you an address, phone, etc. Let me know the outcome and we will continue to plan from this end. We will be in our RV and will either stay in a nearby park or maybe we could trash your or someone else's neighborhood. See ya! Norma Culverhouse King (49) It was probably Gary Nield who suggested you stand up to prove your age. He had more nerve than the rest of us. You were an absolute beauty and I did not need to see you stand up to see that you were a mature, trim and well developed young woman. We discussed our discovery for days. If your kids are reading this, I want them to know that their mother was the greatest and still is and could really jitterbug!! Thanks for the effort to get Phil's email and thanks so much for all your hard work and to the others as well in the planning of the 50th. I'm excited and will do plenty of table hopping and smoozing with you all when the time comes. Earlier I had suggested to your local historical society that they might be able to set up their Richland houses display. They thought it could be done and perhaps it is in the works. I have some albums and other stuff that could be displayed. Hopefully there will be a reasonably secure display table for that purpose. I have some great photos of you, Norma. You will have a hoot! Dick Harris is dying to challenge someone in ping pong so a table, etc. would be needed. The music sounds great and I know that everything you touch will turn out super. Carol and I are RVing and we will probably arrive a couple of days ahead of time. Maybe we can do lunch or something. Best regards to other 49ers you come across. Clifford Judd (49) Bonese and Glenn Turner (49) are living in Woodland Hills, in Southern California n/o Los Angeles. I have been nagging them to get a PC and join the rest of us in cyberspace. No, they do not have email, but if anyone wants their phone number, send me e-mail. I have it. They plan to attend the 50th and we see you there. The next time I talk with the Turners I will let them know of your inquiry. See ya! Next time your going by on US 101, stop and see us. -Dick Roberts (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Kathleen O'Shea (Kay Lynch '60) I've been watching my neighbors across the street prepare for older son's graduation: parties, ceremonies and a bit of strutting now and then. Such optimism; such joy and perfection! Within the last hour, the second pair of grandparents has arrived, and that's about as good as it can get. Their two black labs are running in circles with excitement. I feel like going across the street and asking: "Do you *know* how perfect this moment is? Promise me that you'll remember!" They know - just as I remember how it was for me in 1960. ~~~~~~~~~ 1960 Sweet breath of May sundown: lilac-scented suggestions whispered through the screen door. Summer adds hints of future freedoms, and graduation is just two weeks away. All things are warming and blooming and mating-- oh my, how we want to learn that secret! But it's my night to do the dishes and the kitchen is piled high. You lean against the wall, skepticism clear on your face: "There's no way we're getting out of here, tonight!" My little brothers bracket the dining room pass-through, stifling giggles; hoping to spy us Doing Something, until you creep up on them and pop through the open door right in their astonished faces. Gradually, amazingly, piles of dirty dishes and pots become layers of clean, and then the counters are bare. One neon stripe is all that remains of the sunset. But the dishes are done, leaving us almost an hour for ourselves, and your '53 Ford wants to fly us through the desert night. Ahead of us, unguessed, are divorces and deaths and disappointments; children loved and children lost, and new dreams built upon the broken shards of old. Right now, though, it's 1960 and I'm sixteen years old; you're here and anything is possible. The screen door slams behind us as we race to your car. -Kathleen O'Shea (Kay Lynch '60) ******************************************************* >>From: MLou Williams (60) When my brother-in-law came back from Vietnam, he was profoundly changed. At first his life was so affected that he was bad enough to be deported from Mexico! After a while, he got his act together and became a totally loving, caring, high-valued son, sibling, husband and father. He was one of the lucky ones, except that he had to experience what he did in Vietnam. My sister did not die in service. She died as a single mother after a hard day at the bank as a certified public accountant who went bicycling to Green Lake with her 10-year old son. She died 20 years ago today. She was 38. A helmet would not have helped her -- she lost the brake pads on her new bike going downhill, crossed a busy street, tried to stop by hitting the curb, and was propelled over the handlebars face first into a brick wall. Because of the kindness of strangers, her son was whisked out of sight of the accident until his father could come take him away. It took him many years to recover. He is doing exceptionally well today, finally, at 30, and is loved by many, including his old weird aunt. Sue Ella Williams, class of '58, has been missed. She is buried in Richland, joined by our Dad in 1986, and there are plots for Mom and me there too. We bought them many, many years ago for $5.00 a month. Mom and I will be in Richland to view the flags flying, hear the music playing, and decorating the graves with the huge colorful roses that Mom grows. Down the way about three places, the Millers will be there, doing the same for their dad. Gus Miller and my dad were best friends. Gus suffered a heart attack and nearly drove off the Vernita Ferry as he died. It hit my father very hard, as he had a hard time letting people in. It has become a tradition in the past 20 years to meet at the graves, perhaps not the most favorite of ones, but bittersweet and reminding us that we too are vulnerable, to war, and accidents, and disease, and time. Bless you all. I'm sorry to ramble on like this, but I'm missing Susie a lot today. -MLou Williams class of '60 ******************************************************* >>From: Art Nelson (64) Sorry Paula Beardsley Glenn (62). Not all of the streets in Richland were named after deceased Engineers. We came to Richland in '46 as Dad's new job was city engineer. I remember him telling the story that, yes the plan was to name all of the streets after deceased engineers, but they ran into a problem with one street. There were no deceased engineers with the appropriate name. They did find one that was still alive, so during the discussion as to what to do, one of the engineers raised his finger in the fashion of a gun, said bang!! The chosen engineer was decreed dead, and the street named after him. For the life of me though I can't remember the street. -Art Nelson (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Re: Floyd Gates The Gates' Family (1417 Hains) moved next door to the Behymer Family when the Hodgson Family moved. The year was 1964 I believe. (Right after Jim (64) moved.) Floyd Gates did have more than one pair of kelly green sweat pants! The clothes line would be full (;-) -Gary Behymer (64) ******************************************************* >>From: Gregor Hanson (65) Maren - You can post a note that all Portland-Vancouver area Bombers should show up to watch the Bomber baseball team play for the State Championship on Saturday - May 29th - 4:00 PM - at Hudson's Bay High School in Vancouver, WA. The Bombers beat Juanita High (sorry Jim Hamilton) 8-5 in the semi-finals on Friday, and will play either Hudson' Bay or Columbia River for the state title on Saturday! -Gregor Hanson (65) ******************************************************* >>From: Mark DeVoss (67) To Phil Jones (69) Looking back, I agree with you fully, baseball was fun in Richland and it consumed a large portion of my life in that town. As a 12 year old (1962) I started and played shortstop and left field for the BB&M team that Utecht pitched on, Hedges played for NBC. Indeed Bob U. was a fireballer while Hedges was not as overpowering but he could mix in a change-up that would have you swinging so far out in front of it you could go around twice and the ball still wouldn't be to the catcher. That year BB&M won the league and city championships but I don't remember which league we beat for the championship, I think it was Auto Supply from the National but it could have been HAMTC from the American. Anyway, Utecht pitched two consecutive no hitters and if my memory serves me correct a perfect game in the city championship. He was also the power hitter on the team with more HRs than the rest of the team combined. Also on that team were Scott Woodward, Fritz Strankman, Tim Ney, Billy Wedberg, Dave Cleppe, Randy Fullmer and young 9 year old, future fireballer, named Robert Morganthaler. I later went on to play Pony league for Engineers Local 280 where we had a pretty good pitcher by the name of Chris Hanson and in Colt league I once again played for BB&M where in my first year the ace was Jim Van Wyck and in the second it was again Utecht. That pretty much defines my base ball career as I moved to San Jose after graduation and only participated for a few years in industrial league softball. Thats all for now, GO Bombers! Thank you and regards, -Mark DeVoss (67) ******************************************************* >>From: Phil Jones (69) Hopefully, by the time we all read our Sunday or Monday morning edition, the Bombers are the State Baseball Champions! They play Juanita High on Friday night and if they win they will play the winner Columbia River and Hudson's Bay for the title on Saturday. GOOD LUCK TO BEN JACOBS AND THE WHOLE BOMBER TEAM. Bring home the title. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Pearson (74) Memories of Music Teachers In third grade, Mrs. Winkle came to our school a few days per month and our class went to her classroom for music class. In that class, we learned to sing Roll On, Columbia Roll On! - and - Washington, My Home! (State Song) - and - Blowin' In the Wind - and - we saw filmstrips about the childhoods of great composers to be... Mrs. Winkle's great, and the standard for choir directors. In fifth grade, Mr. Boatman taught us trumpeters and drummers (such as Dan Edwards) early in the morning before regular class. I believe he was the teacher for junior high or high school band during the day. He was determined to impart some self- discipline, and many of us actually practiced! Mr. Boatman exemplified the determined orchestra conductor and caring teacher in one. In sixth grade, Mr. Bodin played excellent nightclub piano and we sang "There's a gal in Baltimore, Little Liza Jane!" and many other songs, with his memorable piano-playing between stanzas. This was truly a very lucky teacher for us. Mr. Bodin might have been a highly paid entertainer as well as a teacher. In junior high (Carmichael), Mr. Blake was highly proficient in coaxing performances from every section of the band. He knew every part, even the kettle drum part, and sometimes would voice a passage the way it would sound best. It would not surprise me if Mr. Blake is now leading a big city orchestra somewhere, though I really believe that Richard Dreyfus played the part of Mr. Blake very well in that great movie about the school band teacher. Playing music is demanding work; instead of cutting off funds, they probably should have made it semi- mandatory and increased funds. I do regret not being required to play in the high school music program... I just let it slide, along with a lot of other stuff. If I'd been in the Col High band or orchestra, self discipline would not have been "rebuilt" after I graduated, it would have been "built upon." -Mike Pearson (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Jamie McDevitt (81) Teacher Memories: My math teachers always stand out in my mind. I was a very poor math student in grade school, jr. high, and high school. While at CJ I spent my first two years in Randy Taylor's math program. In 9th grade I finally took general math with Mr. Matthews. I remember him getting so frustrated with me for failing to do homework and not paying attention in class. However, when I did my homework and needed help he was always available. Mr. Matthews encouraged me to take more math (1 year of general math was all that was required to graduate from high school) in high school. Of course I didn't and later found myself at CBC taking self paced, classes like fractions and decimals. I think both Mr. Taylor and Mr. Matthews would be pleased to know I eventually ended up taking a lot of math (engineering calc, linear algebra, diff. equations, etc) when I returned to college in 1993. Thanks Mr. Matthews and Mr. Taylor. What can one say about Doyle Boatman. . ."if you don't like it, there's the door". Can't tell you how many times we heard that in 9th grade health class. My other memory of Mr. Boatman was when he told the class that Elvis had died. He was so down, I thought he was going to cry right there in class. Mr. Schleer. . .we all thought he was the reincarnate of Adolf Hitler. Seems we spent a whole year talking about Hitler. I had Mrs. Sherrard for science in 7th or 8th grade. Our class was all girls and Mrs. Sherrard told us about sex which I most of us already knew about. She let us ask an array of sex questions and answered them like CJ's own Dr. Ruth. Her hair was something else. It always kind of grossed me out (to use a term from my junior high days). We also dissected worm and frogs in her class. This was really an exercise in hacking up dead creators -- I don't think any of us could recognize any internal part of either creator! For those who might be wondering about Mrs. Sherrard's whereabouts, she passed away a few years ago. -Jamie McDevitt ('81) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/30/99 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 Bombers sent stuff in: Norma Culverhouse (49), Marilyn Baird (60), Paula Beardsley (62), Keith Hunter (63), Rick Maddy (67), Lee Ann Yarborough (89) Ryan Block (02) ******************************************************* ******************************************************* >>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49) Dick Roberts (49), you always were a charmer. One of the many things I liked about you and still do (Hi Carol). I do have kids (guess they are not kids anymore) on line. All five (4 boys and 1 girl) are Bomber Alumni and love this Bomber link. They will enjoy the comments about their Mom. About getting together before the Friday event, I mentioned to Bev Marcum last week that it would be neat if we could have a pre-function with 49'ers only (and their mates of course). We are going to discuss it at the next meeting. Someone is working on some sort of old house display. Don't know if there is a ping pong table available at the hotel. We will check. There is one at the Senior Center (can you believe we qualify to go there?) in the Harry Krammer Center (used to be Johnny Gertie's station didn't it)? Hi Brad Upton (74). I enjoyed e-mailing with you and somehow miss it. I haven't talked to Kay yet but I am sure that was a memorable homecoming for her. Saw Lindsey Tucker at the golf course. Told him the ice fishing story. He remembered that you got a ticket. Didn't you just love Kevin King's (75) entry (no I'm not prejudice)! One Bomber Mom said "we didn't know about the Ripple." I had to admit I did. At least on ONE occasion. Jo (honorary 49er) you are going to attend the 50th reunion aren't you? Wish you were here to help us as you did on our 20th. Maren, thank you for all your efforts to make this work and for trying to get us AOL people back on the link. Go Bombers - win State. -Norma Culverhouse King (49) ******************************************************* >>From: Marilyn Baird (60) All Bomber Alumni.. For those who do not own computers... Webtv is now the way to go. It's way less expensive and just as much fun. (According to my Brother Bill ('46) ... -Marilyn Baird (60) ******************************************************* >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) To Art Nelson (64): I'll do some checking on your comment about one street being named for a un-dead engineer. Good story though! I'll let you know if I come up with anything. Have to find my magnifying glass to read the map now. As I write, Bombers are down 4-1 at the top of the 4th. Haven't given up on them yet - they are amazing ball players and fun to watch. Wish I was in Vancouver. My niece, Nancy's daughter, is married to 1st baseman, Steve Mortimer's brother so we have a family interest in the Bombers. GO BEAV!! HOMERUN SCORED- yeah Richardson - 4-2. Go get em guys!! Hope to see many of you at Sunset Gardens at 11:00 on Monday. It's important we remember. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ******************************************************* >>From: Keith Hunter (63) GREETINGS CLASS OF 63.. and other Bomber graduates.. HAS ANY ONE found the real radio net work!! I've been listening to FATS DOMINO, and all the top '50s and '60s groups right over the internet.. It's super!! Reminds me of early Richland. Wish I was there.. Keith Hunter 63 Jim Hunter 66 Debbie Hunter (69) if we hadn't moved ******************************************************* >>From: Rick Maddy (67) RE: Phil Jones (69) - Seeing the twelve year old six footer Chris Fletcher (66) on the mound always gave me a sinking feeling. That fear had been further embedded into my psych when I saw a beaned batter lay on the ground withering around in a cloud of batter box dust. Chris was not only famous for fast, but a wild pitch would now and then rear it's ugly head. I would only add Mike Fowler (67) to your list. I never realized you could hear the wind coming off baseball threads until having Fowler's fast ball swish by. How are Chris and Mike doing these days? There has been several posts since the beginning of the Sandstorm about Richland streets being named after engineers. While researching a history paper on Richland (before 1943) and vicinity, I came across the statement that the streets were named after project engineers. Obviously, I had read that wrong. Making matters worse, I added to my paper -- starting with Adams. At the time I thought the information meant the present "living" engineers putting Hanford together and the streets were simply being named as they were built. Since just about every class in Richland is represented in here it did not surprise me to hear from several people that I was wrong. Being corrected, as embarrassing as that may be, is a good thing. First, I was reminded about Abbott (sp?) and how a b comes before the d in our alphabet. Second, GW Way. Well, GW was a given and I really did know it was named after the prez... really, I did. And Abbott, at the time, was having a recall malfunction in my LTM. I finally came to the conclusion that one must use the words, all, most, some, a few, three, one, or none very carefully and probably be better off if they didn't write anything to begin with. Anybody remember when Davy Crockett (John Wayne) ran into the stores with a torch at the Alamo and blew himself up in the movie, The Alamo? The actual myth is that he died in the baptistery of the Alamo with dead Mexicans piled about him, whom he had slain before giving up his life. On the contrary, Jose Enrique de la Pena, a lieutenant colonel in Santa Anna's army (and several other soldiers) gave an eyewitness account that said the naturalist Davy Crockett and six other men had been captured and brought before Santa Anna. They were ordered to be tortured and then killed. It further stated that Davy and the other Americans died without complaining and without humiliating themselves before their torturers. So goes history and Walt Disney. Went and visited Kirk Welch (66) last week in the VA Hospital - Seattle. A very close call for him as the grim reaper, or whatever, was knocking on his door. I had not seen him in 22 years. Had a really nice visit and he was in good spirits and had future plans. I called this morning and seems he was discharged and went home. I assume this is great news. As many of you know, Kirk had an enemy bullet pass through his right hand in Vietnam and he lost his pointer finger up to and including the main knuckle. My right hand is in a permanent fist due to multiple shrapnel wounds to the forearm and the hand itself. Kirk has always been special to me because his hand fits into mine when we greet :-) I have rarely been afforded that pleasure when greeting men and women and shake hands. I am thankful that a man only shakes a woman's hand when the woman offers her hand [and who makes these rules anyway?]. Have a safe Memorial Day weekend. -Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************************* >>From: Lee Ann Yarborough Snyder (89) I don't know if this has already been posted yet or not, but Zelda Elliot passed away last week. She was my 1st grade teacher at Lewis and Clark. I remember her with great fondness. Our class met at the "Annex" building. For some reason I remember giving Mrs. Elliot a coffee mug for some special occasion and she seemed to really like it. This meant a great deal to me at the time. She was good friends with my grandma - Mary Lester Thompson so I had some contact with her through the years. Just thought some of you out there might want to know. -Lee Ann Yarborough Snyder (89) ******************************************************* >>From: Ryan Block (02) This is Ryan Block - presently at RHS right now. Go Bombers. I am a frosh and proud of the cloud! Ryan Block "02" *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 5/31/99 - MEMORIAL DAY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6 Bombers sent stuff in: Jim Russell (58), Sue Elliott (62), Patti Eckert (68), Mike Franco (70), Mike Davis (74), Mike Pearson (74) ******************************************************* ******************************************************* >>From: Jim Russell (58) To: Mary Lou Williams (60) Your sister, Sue Ella (58), was a good and dear friend when we were in school. She and I had several classes together, and we had good times in and out of those classes. She was my best "lady" friend. Sue Ella was one who always had a positive thing to say to anybody, and we felt a special rapport with each other. In our senior year, Sue Ella and I worked closely together on the Sandstorm (the printed version). It was our special duty to edit, cut, paste and make sense of news or features. Then, we saw that the paper went to press at the Tri-City Herald. We worked very close on these assignments. I enjoyed dancing with her at several of the school dances, although we never really "dated," just somehow gravitated to each other as kindred spirits. I miss her, too, and was shocked when I first learned that she had "passed on." Not until your reflections on the anniversary of Sue Ella's death did I know the circumstances of her passing. God Bless her and her family. -Jim Russell (58) ******************************************************* >>From: Sue Elliott Homan (62) A special thanks to Lee Ann Yarborough Snyder (89) for mentioning my mom, Zylda Elliott, who died last Wednesday. Mom started teaching rather late in life, and taught at Lewis and Clark for several years -- a really happy time for her. She would be so pleased to be remembered fondly by a former student, and greatly enjoyed her friendship with Mary Thompson over the years. My brothers, Toby (64) and Andy (71), sister Ellen (68), and I have spent much time in the Tri-Cities over the past months with Mom - we helped her move from her mobile home on Argon Lane into Hawthorne Court in Kennewick, a couple of months ago -- two Saturday morning trips to the Spudnut Shop got us through a VERY long day! She loved her years in Richland, and knew with certainty that she wanted to spend her last days in the Tri-Cities -- lots of fond memories there. Congratulations to the Bomber baseball team - a few mixed feelings, however. Toby's son, Todd, plays on the Hudsons Bay team - need I say more? Again, thanks for the mention of Mom, and to all her former students out there who made her teaching days such rewarding ones! -Sue Elliott Homan ('62) ******************************************************* >>From: Patti Eckert Weyers (68) MLou William (60), my profound sincere condolences for your lovely sister, Sue Ella (58) who pasted away 20 years ago now. I am a younger sibling of a older sister who was most close to Sue Ella and lived straight across the street on Van Giesen from your home. I remember her and you and the whole family with spots from my youth and it must be devastating even to this day for such a tragic accident to claim her young life. I haven't ever forgotten her or the facts on her accident and have wondered often of her then 10 yr old son, and how he coped and grew up to be. Thanks for relaying again that information. Marilyn Baird (60), yes the Web Tv's are the best for saving money and still have most all the benefits of a full computer system. Keith Hunter (63), the real radio is a great find, and we also found the oldies to buy from the decade of the 60's and a different CD for each year and its best music ..... great find! Mari (Leona Eckert) (67) Sister Dear, do you recall the wonderful times we had up at Fish Trap, Park Lake, Williams Lake and the others...... what fun with the countless swimming hours and dock diving and water skiing with the boat. Recalling the time we road that tote-goat cycle together all the way to Browns Lake at the cabin! Other things was our excursions up-town and all the wonderful stores we enjoyed, the Newberry's of course being number one and with a real fountain, and GallenCamps, Thrifty Drug Store, JC Penney's and the Uptown theater..... I look at the Richland area now and cannot believe how things have changed. Homes and businesses everywhere. Columbia Center and out west of there is unbelievably grown. I feel lucky to have found a real country place that hasn't lost the old times of having kids ride their horses down the roads, of little farms and the country quiet and the scents of fresh mowed hay and lawns and the sight of acres of land where the living is relaxed and slower and innocent of cement and large complexes and advancements. It takes me back decades into our youth, when Richland wasn't so busy and full and the country side was just past Wilson at the end of our side street one block down from Van Giesen. Remember our old phone number 7-4612 when all we had was that for years until the 94 was added to the beginning???? Rotary phones, a door bell was a luxury item. The DDT Jeep and someone referred to it as the, "skitter truck" the other day.... a swamp cooler was all that cooled our large two story F house, and we thought it was wonderful.? Innocent times and now the beauty of all that comes back in getting to grow up here! Glad I finally came back and this time I appreciate its many uniqueness. The old Catholic Church I still miss; the new one just doesn't have that cozy home feel anymore in Richland. But the one out here in Benton City is almost the same type of small country church and its wonderful and old and I feel at home in it. To all Bombers and Teachers and Nuns and Priests who have past now before me, I recall and remember fondly their lives and contributions in the making of mine. To all my family I say I care deeply for your health and happiness to maintain or regain. I love you all in the truest form of love I can find to give. God is the answer and I wish peace to All. -Patti Eckert Weyers (68) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Franco (70) I have just a few responses to some notes I read here.... I saw the names of Bev Marcum and Lindsey Tucker in a recent post. Any of you who may see either or both please say hello for me. And some writer recently had "Jimmy Van" (Jim Van Wyke) pitching for BB&M... NO WAY!!!! Jim was the cornerstone of the Desert Inn team coached for years by his dad. Jim's pitching helped me turn to tennis just like it helped my buddy Goofy Felts turn to golf.... Although I would assume Felts also turned to golf because of its leisurely pace. To all the class of 69'ers: Have a great time... if I can sneak into town count on this class of 70 guy looking for you guys.... I am sure the golf event will bring out the best in you!!! -Mike Franco 1970 ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Davis (74) Okay, old-timers - who else has heard the story of the swimming pool under the gym floor at the old Chief Jo? Surely, I'm not the only one that has heard of this. Also, was Coach Piippo the original basketball coach at Chief Jo when it opened in 1950? -M.Davis (74) ******************************************************* >>From: Mike Pearson (74) What will nourish and moisten the reader's mind. I hope "Name-Dropping" will. Anyway, it won't take up much computer space. By tagging along with my brother Bill, I used to ride to junior high school sometimes with Mac Hankins, brother of Shelley Hankins, a very nice classmate at Marcus Whitman. Their Mom helped restored luster to the word "politician." >From age 8 to 17, my little world was surrounded by very nice people as neighbors and school acquaintances and maybe a few people living on the edge. ... Since I delivered the Herald, you bet I remember my neighborhood very well, plus many were my friends. My memory is somehow more vivid from the years 3rd through 9th grade, and I can't believe I'm the reason so many of my friends moved away. At 42, how many still might "marry a childhood sweetheart" or other sweethearts met along the way, in the absence of a career? Some of us eventually will, right? ...maybe some of you remember: I was in "reverie" during the SATs and Prom time and other times. (I was only punched in the nose once during my Richland period (in PE class) (and only about once since) (not counting times I was suckered into playing "boxing.") Both times, the guys were distraught about something unrelated to me.) If Bomber Alumni Michael Peterson (77) does a concert nearby, I'd want to attend. I am grateful to him or his brother for "inheriting" my paper route; that would only be one reason. His funny 10-year-old's banter from the Sixties comes back; it's good knowing that's the kind of kid who grows up to be a successful entertainer. He's supposed to tell us when he knows of a concert near Eastern Washington. Does Carmichael Middle School have unusual architecture? How many schools are built at the top of a major league size stadium bleachers? The 45+ degree angle of the hillside just outside one wing of the school above the Pony League field could seat a few thousand. In Pony League, my play was quite mediocre, though five of my teammates were all stars one year. My brother Richard was new in town and hit a long home run in the Pony League Jamboree at the beginning of the season, but hardly ever got into the lineup thereafter. He had helped lead his team to the city championship in Missoula the year before, with lotsa home runs etc. Richard had a lot of friends in the Class of 1969, but maybe never had as much fun in Richland as I did, being five years longer in the school system. In my time, we had some awesome classes for school kids. In Chinese History, we were reading books by Harrison Salisbury and John King Fairbank. We watched newsreels of the Chinese Civil War (1945-49). We were in junior high school. This was the year when I played junior varsity baseball on a team with the now famous comedy sensation Brad Upton (74). We also played a stage band concert with other bands during the summer in Howard Amon Park. At Col Hi, we had a film making class, and I firmly believe Mr. Loss still has my dinky little film project because, though we learned a lot, we made very slight little projects on super 8, and he would most likely not have thrown all our films away. Then, in one of the best elective courses ever, Mr. Boswell taught Science Fiction. We were reading George Orwell and Arthur C. Clarke and doing speculative fiction reports of our own. Rob Watson was in this class with me; we were both kinda hippies. Mr. Boswell also told stories about why he had chosen firm sobriety, and gave us more food for thought in one semester than most courses are structured to give in . . . much longer. This was a time just after the Sixties when more teens were "partying hard" in Richland than before or since, I'd guess . . . or hope. Though I did later sample the fermented fare, I am by no means ignoring his counsel on that even today. -Mike Pearson (74) ******************************************** ******************************************** That's it for this month. Please send more. ******************************************** ******************************************** April, 1999 ~ June, 1999