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   Alumni Sandstorm Archive ~ March, 2000
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24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/1/00 ALL Bomber Alumni Links site has had 85,142 Bomber hits. 115 days left till the ALL BOMBER Reunion (R2K) ~ June 23-25, 2000 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15 Bombers sent stuff: Mary Triem (47), Rodney Smith (54), Sharon Bee (55), Larry Houck (59), Darlene Minard (60), Mike Lewis (60), Donna Bowers (63), Linda Reining (64), Pam Ehinger (67), Betti Avant (69), Spencer Houck (71), Brad Upton (74), Miriam Lewis (76), Shirley Boots (77), Kathy Wheat (79) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) As of this date, the classes of the forties are still not showing up on the registration list for the Y2K reunion. There are no names for 1946 and 1948, only 2 from 1947 and 2 from 1949. Hey, you guys who live in the Tri-Cities, give the committee a break and let them know if you can attend - the price is certainly right and the planned activities sound great. The committee is even helping those of us from out of town/state to find people to stay with! Let's respond and enjoy!!! To Betty Ely (47): Do you now have e-mail or did Ken reply for you? -Mary Triem Mowery - 1947 Bomber ******************************************** >>From: Rodney Smith (54) RE: Kennedy assassination I only read the Sandstorm when I see a familiar name. Loron Holden! We are related through Nada Ahrens.. small world. I told your Sister that Nada passed on about 1&1/2 years ago. On to assassination: I had just disembarked in NYC from Europe after several years overseas and planed to tour NYC. After the Empire State Bldg. I went to the U.N., (I headed straight for the restore). When I came out of the restore everyone was sobbing. I didn't know what was going on, (there was no P.A. in the restore). I thought there was something wrong with my response to the place so hightailed it to the taxi stand to go to the next place, Radio City Music Hall. The taxi driver told me the President had been shot. I told him I had heard about NY cab drivers before and I would not buy any of his B.S. He even turned on a transistor radio he had in the front seat. I didn't know how he pulled that off, but I wasn't going to fall for it. When I got to Radio City they were taking down the marquee. I was confused. I didn't know what was going on so I just started walking. I passed by a Zenith showroom, all the TV's in the window were displaying the same picture. Wow! It was true. All of a sudden I felt lost and alone. I went down the street to St. Patrick's Cathedral on 5th Ave. to contemplate. I headed for the West Coast a few hours later. (Just a footnote: I am finally going to tour NYC - 40 years later - this May). -Rodney Smith (54) ******************************************** >>From: Sharon Bee Burks (55) To Carol Hollingsworth Entriken (55) Yes, my dear, there was a JJ Newberry's. It was on the corner on the north end of Uptown facing Jadwin. Great lunch counter and lots of cheap lipsticks, etc. After JJ Newberry's it became Fabricland and is now Joann's Fabrics. I am so far behind on reading the Sandstorm so you might have the answer by now. Must say I enjoy reading and remembering. Thank you for your efforts it must be a time consuming job to coordinate all the material and get it out. Ken Webster (55) mentioned in one of the issues that Bob Boothe (55) passed away. Does anyone have any more information regarding his death? I was a band member and had known him since we were in 6th grade and really hated to hear that. -Sharon Bee Burks (55) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Houck (59) I remember very distinctly where I was when Pres. Kennedy was shot. I was in basic training in the Air Force and was in a class. When we went out for a break the announcement came over the load speakers. We were all ready to get our guns and go find that person who did it. Not a whole lot was completed that day. But life must go on they told us and back to the grind. I was in Texas so we were not to far away. -Larry Houck (59) ******************************************** >>From: Darlene Minard Mortensen (60) RE: Chief Joseph Store: I missed a few days checking my e-mail and was surprised to find so many references to the school store at Chief Joseph Junior High. I, too, worked there. I couldn't remember the teacher's name who was in charge of the store until Fred Phillips (60) refreshed my mind. It was Mr. Wick and it was quite an experience working for him. I can remember him telling us that people who go to theaters ate candy in the dark that had worms in it. Ugh! It was a long time before I wanted to eat candy at the movies. We didn't have the frozen Mello Mints then, but we did have the frozen Snickers and Milky Ways and Three Musketeers Bars. RE: All Bomber Reunion 2000 (R2K): I have been happy to see more people writing in from the class of '60. I can't make it to our 40th reunion in August but plan to come to the reunion in June. My brother, Lee Minard (59) missed his 40th reunion last year but checked out the site on the web and said he saw a lot of familiar names with unfamiliar faces. I am wondering if I will recognize anyone after 40 years. It would be fun to have a place to meet with people from our class. Is it in the works to have the classes meet separately during the 2K reunion? Anyone from our class who would like to get together, e-mail me and we'll try to find a place to meet. Thanks to everyone who is working so hard to make this reunion a success. -Darlene Minard Mortensen (60) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Lewis (60) RE: 1963 Presidential assassination I was riding a bicycle on a trail through the forest when it occurred. I did not know at that moment what had happened, but there was a distinct shift in perceptions and the trail seemed to change... I did not know it was the President until sometime later, but I can always recall the exact scene along that trail. -Mike Lewis (60) ******************************************** >>From: Donna Bowers Rice (63) To Jack Gardiner (61): It was good to see your name in the Sandstorm. You were Chuck's big brother. When we moved to Richland, Chuck became my 5th-6th grade boyfriend - my 1st boyfriend. I just remember him as one of the nicest boys. He was kind and good and great fun. When he and Pat married after high school, I thought how appropriate: two really sweet people going to spend the rest of their lives together. It was such a shock a few years later to find that cancer was going to claim him. I never got to tell Pat how truly sorry I was that she lost such a great guy and I wanted to tell you and your family what a true gentleman he was and a gifted athlete. I'm sure you still miss him greatly. To David Rivers (65): I can't believe Mrs. Fellows is still alive. She was my introduction to Chief Jo from Spalding. What a shock - she was a crusty no-nonsense 7th Grade English teacher that I swear never cracked a smile. It was quick work to find out that you had to work in her class. I had never met anyone like her before. I did learn English from her and I do respect her to this day. Thanks to everyone for sharing all their Chief Jo memories. I had forgotten so much. Mr. St. John: What a great and fun Speech teacher. I remember one particular speech by Steve Denler (64). It was to be an extemporaneous speech - on something very special about yourself. Steve started out talking about how he had this great friend named Mr. Whartons, how he went everywhere with him, to ball games, to dances, Uptown and how he and Mr. Wharton entertained everybody with special contests. It was especially important to note that Steve had a split between his teeth which would allow Mr. Wharton to entertain his friends. He then introduced Mr. Wharton to the class, by spitting about 1/2 way across the room. We were all absolutely fascinated to find out (1) that Mr. Wharton was a large salivary gland in Steve's mouth and (2) that Steve could spit that far by merely flexing some muscles. To this day as a hygienist, I see a lot of patients, but none as talented as Steve Denler. Had a lot of fun in Mr. St. John's class. Thanks for the memories, -Donna Bowers Rice (63) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining (64) To Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB): I remember the drills and lying down in the hallways of Marcus Whitman and Spalding and being scared half to death!!!!! Absolutely hated those drills and the shrill of that bell just about made me jump out of my skin!!!!!! :( You asked about bomb shelters and if any of us had them --- I remember babysitting for a family, after I had graduated (64) and they had one --- it was built under their house and the entrance was in the floor of one of the bedrooms. If I'm not mistaken, she was Peggy Monroe's (64) older sister, Marilyn. Her husband's name was Jim and I think their last name was "Filsinger"????? or something close to that --- that was 35 years ago and the memory isn't what it used to be. I know the thought of that bomb shelter brought the threat of nuclear war "up close and personal" and scared me more than I care to remember. As for diagramming sentences -- I, too remember doing those, and absolutely loved it. Think we were better off for the education we all received "under the mushroom cloud" than anyone was aware of at the time. Think kids would be better off if they went back to "our" kind of education. Anyway, thanks, Debra, for "reviving" some long forgotten memories. -Linda Reining (64) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) RE: Bomb Drills To Debra Dawson Fogler (74): In regards to the drill, they were going on in the 50s too. In fact I think they started then. I went to Jason Lee and had Mrs. Horning (sp.) for kindergarten. We would have drills where we either went into a closet or under our desk. The big siren that blew was right across the street from my house (on the corner of Thayer and Wilson). At the time there was a big field us kids called the cherry orchard, but there was only one cherry tree there - the rest was wheat or barley growing. At any rate when the siren blew the dogs would howl and us kids scattered to find a place to hide. I don't recall being very scared just annoyed that we had to stop doing whatever it was to hide. But by the mid 60's they tore down the siren and the cherry tree and built a bunch of new houses there. I'm sorry they scared you and have left an unpleasant memory for you, but that was how it was in those days. With WWII not far behind us and the cold war going on we had to be prepared for.... just in case. Not that any of it would have saved us! But it was worth a try. To Gary Ell (67): Okay Gary no worm guts!! But you tell your FBI boss that you need to come home and be with your family and friends!! This an order from the 1998 Spam Queen (thats me)!! It is a "must" that you come and your wife, too, of course. So we will see you there?? Right?? You really don't want the RATH of the Spam Queen!! Bombers (and Spam Queens) Rule -Pam Ehinger (67) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) RE: Leap Day It looks like it was a slow day for alums. writing to the Alumni Sandstorm. Don't tell me you are all superstitious about it being 29Feb2000!!! -Betti Avant (69) ******************************************** >>From: Spencer Houck (71) RE: Where I was when Kennedy died I remember that we had just gone out to recess, I was in sixth grade at Lewis & Clark. Mr. Neidhold, Mr. Lane and Mrs. Lester came out and gathered everyone and had us all report to Mr. Lane's classroom since he was the only room (as I recall) that had a television in it. Before the T.V. was turned on the announcement was made and then the television was turned on to show the news that was being broadcast at the time. -Spencer Houck (71) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Upton (74) Okay, I'm plugging some of my appearances again. Always nice to see. I'll be at the Comedy Underground in Tacoma March 2-4th. I'll be at Giggles (here in Seattle, U Dist) March 10-11th. I'll be at Harvey's in Portland March 21-26th. Please come introduce yourself if you come to the shows! Go Bombers! -Brad Upton (74) ******************************************** >>From: Miriam Lewis (76) RE: Kennedy, french fries, etc. To Debra Dawson Fogler (74) RE: President Kennedy's visit I don't know if I was actually taken to see President Kennedy when he came to the Tri-Cities (I was 5 when he was assassinated) but my father (S. Walt Lewis) was an industrial photographer and took a picture of Kennedy standing at that podium. We still have a print of it hanging up at my parents' house. I remember feeling proud that my father had photographed the President. Other thoughts: I'm catching up on about a month's worth of Sandstorms and have been interested to hear the Sanders-Jacobs Field stories. I used to go to the Padres' games when I was around 10. I remember seeing Kurt Russell play when his team would come to town. In fact, I think that he was my prime motivation in going because he was a movie star ("The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes") and I thought he was cute. I lost interest in baseball after a couple of years and paid no attention to it until I moved to San Francisco and metamorphosed into a Giants fan. RE: french fries and various sauces I was very fond of the fries with gravy at the bowling alley. I have tried to order fries with gravy other places and I never get any like those. Red Steer had good fries too. Thanks to whoever posted the recipe for the Arctic Circle special sauce. My husband and I now enjoy fries with a bowl of that sauce (like we need even MORE calories). -Miriam Lewis (76) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Boots Neiman (77) RE: Bomb Shelters To Debra Dawson Fogler (74): You asked a question if anyone here has a bomb shelter in their back yard, well we do! It was built by a previous owner in the late fifties. As we had learned from the neighbors who have lived here for years, that it was quite a big deal to have a bomb shelter put in. Some neighbors joked about it and some thought it was too expensive, and some thought it was crazy. He was very serious in the planning of it. He had a 100 gallon tank of fresh water for it, and class B air filters and electrical hooked up. When we moved in the access to it was right under our bed. There was a heavy steel trap door in the floor. Once opened, you climbed down a ladder about 15 feet down. It was wet and dark and it led to a hall way which turned to a left then another hall way then turned right then led to the room. It was about 15 by 15 foot, Quonset hut. When we added onto our house (Ranch house) we sealed off the Bomb Shelter. So now it's just a memory. But the old timers in my block still have a laugh over this house, they refer to it as the House with the Bomb Shelter. And we are always asked if we still have it. Hopefully we will never see another nuclear bomb again anywhere in the world. -Shirley Boots Neiman (77) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79) RE: JFK To all of you interested in JFK history: After reading all the Kennedy stuff [...] I am going to type out a 2 page excerpt from a book written by my (former) uncle's brother [who] worked for John Connally before the assassination. He was a JAG attorney in the US Navy for many years. [...] He was privy to some incredible information about Lee Harvey Oswald and has a very interesting perspective of what may have happened that day. There are a few more mentions of the incident in the middle of the book. -Kathy Wheat Fife (79) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Read what Kathy typed at the link below. -Maren] Xtra/2000-03-01KW.htm *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/2/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers sent stuff: Ken Heminger (56), Larry Mattingly (60), MLou Williams (60), Greg Boyd (63), Sue Warren (63), John Heffner (66), Leta Ramerman (66), Gordie McMaster (69), Shirley Moore (70), Patty Stordahl (72), Jim Moran (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ken Heminger (56) I have been a little remiss in giving timely kudos when kudos were due. I would like to publicly thank Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55). I sometime back put out a plea for anyone having spare or info on where I could get Col. Hi yearbooks for the years 54-55-56. 54-55 are the years I attended and 56 is the year I would have graduated had I hung in there. Carol was kind enough to go to the trouble of having her yearbooks for 54 and 55 copied and then sent me the copies. I think it's really great that she would do this for me. Just shows that Bombers take care of Bombers… Thanks again Carol… Not to be forgotten, Many thanks to Maren and Gary for if not for them and their efforts this could not have happened. -Ken Heminger (wb56) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) All this talk about Mr. St. John at Chief Jo. I only met him once at a regional speech contest of some kind. This really takes me back..... 1956 or so. A couple of us had been prodded into going by our Carmichael Speech teacher, John Noel Buchard. Kind of a funny little guy, but certainly nice enough when you got to know him. Wore "zoot" suits if memory serves me. I took 3 years of speech from him mostly because I enjoyed the work around the stage. I built sets, did lighting, and very little acting. I think it was 8th grade one day when I didn't understand something he was saying about some small part I had. He took me aside and said with a tight jaw, "what do I have to do, draw you a picture"? I made the mistake of saying "Yes", and someone else played the part. But I did enough right to get nothing but A's from him. One incident comes to mind... we were discussing quoting other persons and attributing correctly. I believe it was John Woodhead (60) that was sent next door to the library for a bio on who was "Ann Onymus". He came back about 40 minutes later, just before the bell with a big grin on his face. Last I heard John Buchard was in the Bay area teaching college. I vaguely remember running into someone maybe 20 years ago that said they had seen John and that was where he was. Has anyone seen John Woodhead in the last 10 years? Last I heard he was a Stock, or Commodities Broker in the Spokane area. Nice guy, with a great sense of humor. Re: Kennedy. I had just gotten off of a double shift at Hanford and had fallen asleep on the living room floor in front of the TV. (remember the "lowboy" TV)? I remember waking up thinking I was having a nightmare. I must have laid there half awake for 15 minutes listening to "the president is dead" before I fully realized my worst nightmare was true. -J Larry Mattingly (60) ******************************************** >>From: MLou Williams (60) To Users of Chief Joe school store: How well I remember those days. Carol Shuey (60) and I worked before school, at noon, and after school. We'd freeze any kind of candy bar we wanted to. Mr. Wick was a great boss. He lived across the Columbia and worked his farm land in the summers -what a versatile person! The year Carol, Darlene and I went to Col Hi, Mr. Wick transferred there as well, and took over the high school store, which apparently up until then was not a very lucrative business - at least not for the school! Pat Thompson (60) was there too - I can't remember the others - a senior moment... The only problem with working in the store morning, noon, and after school was it really cut short the time to socialize with the rest of the classes. I missed many of the adventures you all share here, but I had to work to have money for Jantzen Webfoot sweaters and Pendleton skirts, and those other important things. By the way, does anyone know where Carol Shuey is these days? I had dinner with her and her husband (whose name I don't remember - another senior moment) in Seattle in the mid '60s where they were both teaching. Speaking of senior moments, I am truly astounded at the recall some of you have about those days of yore. It's a wonderful skill, and I hope you are saving these in journal, tape or video form for your family generations to come. Those days will never be again, and you have a wonderful opportunity to pass on some irreplaceable oral history. As for the Tri City Braves, I remember 20 cent hot dogs and Edo Vanni. I loved his nose. I never saw such a nose. Are kids weird, or what? And Marilyn Hills (60): I remember our Russian class taking a trip to Seattle with Mrs. Harmon and you ordered bananas in cream at the restaurant. Never saw that before or since. Just how sheltered has my life been, anyway? Enough for today. Three friends have lost their mothers in the past two weeks, and mine is having serious surgery in Richland tomorrow, and believe me, ungood thoughts are troubling me. How about a prayer or mantra, or sacrifice to the gods for her? More than enough for today. -MLou Williams (60) ******************************************** >>From: Greg Boyd (63) RE: Miss Jessie To Jim Hamilton (63) and Don Winston (63): Hmmm, great day for Miss Jessie to be born. Because its also my birthday, am I automatically a surrogate great uncle? Congrats... To Donna Bowers (63): Why was your experience with Mrs. Fellows so much better than mine. After all I was her most "outstanding student" - out standing in the hall - of course I always endeavored to "blame it" on Ray Kelly (63). However, I think Mrs. Fellows had seen it all and just knew! RE: L. Holland St. John: Yea he was without a doubt one of my more influential teachers. It was probably him, more than anything else, who got me really going in the Explorer Post 147. For many of us, the activities we participated in shaped our adult lives. Still go to Pow Wow's and spend as much time as possible sailing on salt water (which is no easy trick when you live in Cape Girardeau, Missouri - When you live in Cape you pretend that you don't know who Rush Limbaugh is - AKA Rusty). There was one down side to being part of the Post 147 Indian Dance Troup though: my wife is convinced that I cannot fast dance to this day because every "move" I have looks like an adaptation of the Tomohawk Dance. Now what's that all about? -Greg Boyd (63) ******************************************** >>From: Sue Warren Warren (63) Just wanted to let you know that Pauline Wooley the secretary at Jefferson for years and years passed way last week Does anyone from Jefferson remember her? Very nice lady. -Sue Warren Warren (63) ******************************************** >>From: John Heffner (66) To Carol Peterson, Glenda Gray and Pam Hunt (all 66): A few weeks back I read Carol's recollections about Mrs. Price's 3rd grade and The Littlest Angel play. You might find it hard to believe but I dug through some old scrap books and found an original of the program for that play. The three of you and a bunch of other folks you'll recognize were in it. I've created an electronic version in my scanner and attached it. Hope Maren can find a place to store it. And yes, Robert Jerman played Michael. -John Heffner (66) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [The 'electronic version' that I got was a WORD document. PLEASE!! Do NOT send me WORD documents. I can't get them opened as I do not have WORD on my computer. I'm a WordPerfect8 user. Suggest everyone go to Kinko's and have stuff scanned as .jpg files and attach to an e-mail if you want me to 'get it'.. -Maren] ******************************************** From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Leta Ramerman (66) Date: Wed Mar 1 14:50:35 2000 Hello! Am I delighted a friend told me about the Sandstorm Alumni -- and even more excited that there will be a reunion in June, 2000. I was made aware of the Sandstorm because of a note written by Peg Wellman Johnson, class of 1966, mentioning the 11 year old daughter of John Wingfield, class of '66 and my twin sister, Janet Ramerman, class of '66. In the note Peg noted that John Wingfield would not be present at the R2K reunion because he would be running in a marathon to benefit diabetes research. Peg also mentioned that my twin, Janet, was a diabetic and passed away a few short years after our graduation. It was noted that Ted Smith, class of '66 had made a contribution to diabetes research and education on behalf of John's daughter. Peg challenged members of the class of '66 to likewise contribute, both in honor of John's and in memory of my twin, Janet. Peg noted that, until Janet passed away, she had always thought of diabetes as an innocuous disease, but with Janet' -Leta Ramerman (66) ******************************************** >>From: Gordie McMaster (69) RE: '69'rs for R2K OK fellow '69'rs: We had a very successful and fun 30th reunion last year, and NOW where are you for the ALL BOMBER reunion we talked about and you all said you were interested in. Let's get the inputs and the name(s) added. It proves to be a very fun time. SEE you all there. -Gordie McMaster (69) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Moore (70) RE: Kennedy Assassination To Spencer Houck (71): You have a better memory than I have! I know I was in the 6th grade in Mrs. Lester's class (63- 64), but I only remember watching it on the TV and being sent home early. Some of the girls were crying. I was a very sad day. I also (vaguely) remember going out to Hanford to see President Kennedy with my parents and my dad had an old type camera and we were so far away you can't even tell it was the President in the picture - but we knew who it was! I also remember the drills we had where we ducked under our desks. That siren was so loud! We used to talk about what we would do in case of an air raid. The next day everything was back to normal - decided there wasn't much we could do about it........! Thanks for reminding me. Keep on bombin', -Shirley Moore (70) ******************************************** >>From: Patty Stordahl (72) How many of you graduates or partial graduates at least of the hill & Mac Hall bathroom are planning to attend this reunion. From 71-73 would be fun to get in touch with any of you to get pre aquatinted so we can just get down to having a great time. Funny this is a very small world. I was in Las Vegas last weekend and just got home last night. Of course it was 80% work. I was staying at the Venetian, man what a marvelous hotel. The Exhibitor, (mother of all trade show equipment manufacturer trade shows). I went into the start up company booths to see if there was any really great new ideas to use and lo and behold a couple was in their little 10 x 10 space and they were selling display accessories in a box. When I looked at their business card I found out they were from Richland and though they did not graduate from Col.- hi their daughter is a proud bomber freshman. We had a great chat. I told them once I got the information from them in the mail, they promised to send I would email them this news letter so their daughter could join us and learn all about the alumni of her wonderful high school. I am sure we could learn a lot from her about the changes in this new millennium World is just so small any more isn't it. Hope to see many of you Bombers out to the R2K reunion. Peter, you grab Sally and let's go together. -Patty Stordahl (72) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Moran (87) Hey, all of this talk about JFK leaves out us young whipper-snappers. How about for those who graduated in the 80's, where were you when you learned of the space shuttle disaster? I know I just walked out of typing in Mac Hall, on my way to Mr. Wall's history class, when Jamie Fishback told me the bad news. I thought Jamie was joking. I said "Jamie, those thing just don't blow-up." But when I walked into Mr. Wall's class he was setting up the TV to turn on the news about the disaster. Or where were you when you heard Reagan was shot? Also, does anybody know what happened to Mr. Ryden (Not sure if that's how you spell his name) He was the Vice Principal for a few years. He had a son and a daughter who was attending RHS. C'mon, let's hear from some of the 1980's Bombers.... -Jim Moran class of 86 -87 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/3/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 Bombers sent stuff: Mary Triem (47), Gary May (58), Larry Houck (59), Jay Siegel (61), Jeanie Turner (61), Rose Boswell (61), Roxanne Knutson (62), Jean Armstrong (64), Geoff Rothwell (71) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) RE: R2K To Jackie Allen (Tiny - 1948): The R2K committee has been knocking themselves out trying to get this big bash publicized via the TCH, radio etc. Check out the pages associated with this fantastic medium "the Sandstorm" and then you can get in touch with one of the committee members to get more information. If you want, e-mail me as I would love to chat with you and/or Tiny. Chuck Larrabee or Keith Clark should have the info, too and Tiny knows them. June 23, 24 and 25 are the dates for a first-ever all Bomber reunion. What a concept and what fun it will be. -Mary Triem Mowery (47) ******************************************** >>From: Gary May (58) RE: Kennedy Assassination I was a Corporal stationed in Mannhiem Germany when our President was killed. It was about 8:00 pm when the Armed Forces Radio started the coverage. All of the troops headed for our combat stations as we all thought it had to be a plot by Russia and that we would sure as heck have a war on our hands. I had just ran into Danny Neth (57) a week before the assassination (Danny was killed in action in vietnam in l966) and had planned to have a get together with him. How our lives have changed over the years by that act. -Gary May (58) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Houck (59) RE: Mrs. Fellows: I had Mrs. Fellows as a third grade teacher at Lewis and Clark. Our class was the last hutment away from the school. She was a straight forward teacher no nonsense. I learned a lot, though. Thank you, Mrs. Fellows, if you read this. RE: Mr. St. John: I did not have him as a teacher because I went to the other school across town at Carmichael. I did work with him at scout camp one year down at Wallowa, OR. I have been involved with scouting for a number of years. I knew he was the Advisor for Post 147 for several years. If you are in Richland, you can find him at lunch time at the dining at the Kadlec Hospital. He goes there for lunch on a regular basis. -Larry Houck (59) ******************************************** >>From: Jay Siegel (61) RE: Great Educators! It has been a true pleasure seeing all of the discussion about some of the teachers at Chief Joseph. What makes it so very enjoyable for me was that Mr. St. John, Mrs. Fellows and Mr. Wick were three of the most outstanding educators that I have known. All three were caring people who loved teaching. When I started the 7th grade, aside from the trauma of transitioning from being "a 6th grader" (the top of the heap) to being "a 7th grader" (lower than pond scum) I also found myself with Mrs. Fellows as my home room teacher, a fate worse than death! She was strict and made you do home work and even allowed herself to get angry when you didn't live up to what she knew that you were able to do! There were many changes that occurred during that year; I discovered that I was at least a step above pond scum, and Mrs. Fellows was a really great person. I walked past her house going to school every day and she had a Chow Chow that would come charging up to the hedge when anyone walked by. I finally got to the place that I would stick my hand through and pet the dog every day. One day Mrs. fellows commented that she'd seen me petting her dog and how much the dog appreciated that. I learned a lot from Mrs. Fellows during that year, and the following 2 years. I will always remember Mr. Wick standing in the hall watching the students as they moved from class to class - he always struck me as an eagle surveying his territory - nothing was missed. He cared about us enough to make sure that we didn't do anything wrong, and let us know that he cared when we did. Mr. St. John tapped an undiscovered resource of mine - he taught me that it was fun to speak in front of people. I will always remember what he said to me the last day of class - he said "Jay, you are fortunate. With only ten minutes notice, you are able to talk for 30 minutes about something that you know nothing about, and have people enjoy it!" I have always held on to that thought. A picture just came to mind, how many of you that went to Jason Lee remember Mr. Harvey? A truly gracious and caring individual. I felt truly honored on graduation day when we were sitting talking about this and that. He had been in the Army in Korea, but never talked about it, quickly changing the subject when asked. On that day, he shared with us the experience that had made life so precious to him and war so horrible. He made a great impact on youth at school and in Scouting. It is so sad that such a person had to perish. In the 40 some-odd years, I have often reflected the impact that he had upon my life and lives of others. Yes, we are very fortunate to have had our lives touched by some very wonderful people, both student and faculty, during those years. -Jay Siegel (61) ******************************************** >>From: Jeanie Turner Anderson (61) To MLou Williams (60) Dear MLou, I will keep your Mom in my prayers until I hear through the Sandstorm that is she is recovering quickly and completely. Hugs, -Jeanie Turner Anderson (61) ******************************************** >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) Talking about the Tri City Braves, My dad used to take me quite a bit. I loved it. My favorite player was a short stop named Buddy Peterson. I loved the peanuts they had. And the great summer nights. We used to have such a good time. I don't remember a whole lot. My dad started to work out of town, so the ball games stopped until he came home. -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ******************************************** >>From: Roxanne Knutson Short (62) To Sue Warren Warren (63): Yes, I knew Pauline Wooley passed away just last week because I have been tending her feet up until last 6 mo. The first time she came to me to do her toenails I recognized the unique voice from another room without seeing her. I was in another room and knew it was her. What a lady! She had such poise in our grade school days and she had it in her elder years. Sounded the same and loved us all even in the 90's She laughed with the remembrance that I had Mr. Lind as the janitor and Mr. Finch as the Principal for my Kindergarten and 1st grades and then I figured it out. RE: R2K rooms: For anyone who has sent me for a room or having a room available for R2K please send me another e- mail due to my new computer just crashed last night and lost all my files on the subject. Hope to retrieve it through your help. thanks! Roxanne. See you all in June... Big Bomber Reunion Allumni! -Roxanne Knutson Short (62) ******************************************** >>From: Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64) To MLou Williams (60): My prayers are with you and your Mother for a successful surgery and a speedy recovery... I know what a helpless feeling it is to have your loved one go through those things... But, knowing there are friends thinking about you and praying for you can be a comforting thought... Please know that there are many, even if they don't tell you... -Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64) ******************************************** >>From: Geoff Rothwell (71) To Spencer Houck (71): I thought we were in 5th grade in November 1963. Who were the 5th grade teachers at Lewis and Clark in the early 1960s? (For some reason I can only remember the 6th grade teachers!) I moved to Richland in October 1963 and I really hated 5th grade. I doubt if any of you noticed, but I would take "mental health days" whenever my allergies acted up, which could be any day. (I continued to do this until I graduated from high school.) That day I was home watching TV, I believe the first announcement was during "The Price is Right" about 10am. The announcement didn't make sense at first: like walking into your house after it has been broken into, slowly you realize that your world is changing. I remember what I was wearing, what I was eating, the decorations in the family room where I was watching TV. The fact is that - given I hated school so much - that I had blocked out thinking about what the rest of you on that day. I don't remember anything in 5th grade after that weekend. Thanks for reminding me what was happening at Lewis and Clark on November 22, 1963. -Geoff Rothwell (71) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/4/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 Bombers sent stuff: Dennis Hoxie (54), Jessie Willoughby (60), Helen Cross (62), Ann McCue (63), Linda Reining (64), Judi Wilson (65), Glenda Gray (66), Danny Bowling (70) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Dennis Hoxie (54) To Gary May (58): I read your note about Danny Neth (57). Do you know where his older brother, Sam, is? Maybe you didn't know him. The first time I recognized a name. I played football with Sam & Danny back in 53-54 and was wondering if you might know? -Dennis Hoxie (54) ******************************************** >>From: Jessie Willoughby (60) RE: Mr. St. John I just have to get my two cents in about Mr. St. John. I had him for Speech in 9th grade. I attribute Mr. St. John to my overcoming my shyness in speaking in front of others and, especially in front of a crowd. Many times I have told others about my ninth grade speech teacher and his way of helping me to become a better speaker. Before having Mr. St. John for a teacher, I was scared to death to speak in front of a crowd (and even in front of a small group). He helped me to be unafraid and even to enjoy speaking in front of people. Mr. St. John uplifted me, encouraged me to learn all I could about the beautiful gift of communicating with others, and to continue learning all I could about speaking. I was therefore comfortable In high school when we had to debate in English class and I even enjoyed it. At college, (after the age of 44), I was awarded for my speaking abilities by winning best speaker for the year in our dorm and was included in the finals at the end of the year (I didn't win that one). During my adult years, with the encouragement of my wonderful husband, I joined Toastmasters, earned my "Competent Toastmaster's Certificate" and became qualified to judge speech contests. I even spoke on National Public Radio once. Because of the encouragement that I was given by Mr. St. John (probably unbeknownst to him) I am now able to speak in front of people in a way that I believe would never have happened without the uplifting way that Mr. St. John had of encouraging us to to our best in everything that we try and to be unafraid of making a fool of ourselves when we do try. -Jessie Willoughby (60) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) Thanks to John Adkins (62) having the patience of Job, I just got to see some of the photos we have on file. What a hoot to see us as little kids, all those years ago. I will be looking for some I have somewhere, and then need advice to get them on the web. I was at CBC when John Kennedy was assassinated. I went down to History class and there was no one there. One kid came in and said the President has just been shot. I thought he was kidding, but when I went back to the lounge area, there was a TV blaring the news. Can't say I remember what I was wearing, but I do remember vividly where I was when that happened. This is such a neat thing to be able to chat with friends we haven't seen for ages. Just seeing the photos jogged my memory some. I am looking forward to the reunion. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ******************************************** >>From: Ann McCue Hewett (63) Okay... I have been lurking in the background for months now! All the discussion about Mr. St. John got me to remembering (and there are a lot of memories long gone, never to return, I fear). I took 2 years of speech..... does anyone else remember how he counted how many AND UHs were used in our speeches? Especially the impromptu ones! I think of him when listening to people being interviewed and wish someone would be counting the LIKEs and the YOU KNOWs people use so often today! -Ann McCue Hewett (63) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining (64) Been re-reading some entries and haven't seen much about "favorite" teachers from Carmichael: anyone "out there" remember: Miss Ruby (7th grade home-room); Mrs. Bernhardt (8th grade home-room); Mrs. Clair (9th grade home-room). How about Miss Olney? She taught Health and I think, Science?????? Was in 9th grade and her high school sweetheart "found" her and if memory serves, they married. Can anyone "verify"? :) memory is just not what is used to be on this "old grey mare". :) Does anyone remember Mrs. Deusner (spelling?) --- she taught Science --- remember a boy falling asleep in her class and she walked over to the windowsill and got a jar of formaldehyde and put it under his nose to wake him up!!!!!! Shudder to think of the brain cells that she must have destroyed! Mr. Anderson --- principal - impressed that he seemed to know all the names of the new students by the end of the first quarter. Enough rememberings for this time. -Linda Reining (64) ******************************************** >>From: Judi Wilson Johnson (65) RE: bomb drills I was thinking about those bomb drills and remembered when I lived in Manhattan, Kansas (my now ex was stationed at Ft. Riley). I'd fallen asleep and somewhere in the sleep-haze I heard air raid sirens. I immediately flashed back to the hallway at Marcus Whitman and then I remembered I was in Kansas and couldn't figure out how those enemy planes had made it all the way to Kansas. Then I woke up enough to remember "oh oh. This is Kansas and they have tornados and that must be what's happening and how come the welcome wagon didn't meet us as we came into town to instruct us poor post air raid traumatized people how to handle tornados". So I sat in the closet with a blanket on my head. I still shake my head on that one. Do they ever blow those sirens anymore? -Judi Wilson Johnson (65) ******************************************** >>From: Glenda Gray (66) I had to respond about Mr. Harvey... I remember him well... humorous, kind, gentle, matter-of-fact and was the closest I ever came to looking a teacher in the eye! -Glenda Gray McClure (66) ******************************************** >>From: Danny Bowling (70) I have really enjoyed reading the alumni sandstorm over the last few weeks (I just recently started getting it). It sure brings back a flood of memories. The shelter belt of trees was significant to me. We lived in many different houses but during some of my school years we were on Cedar street. That was just a few blocks from the shelter belt of trees between town and the Yakima river. Some of my fondest memories are of days spent poking around in the backwaters of the river; catching carp, frogs, and turtles on hot summer days. Then came the motorcycle mania. I could push my Honda a few blocks to the edge of town at the shelter belt and from there I could go anywhere it seemed. For a kid too young to get a driver's license this was living large. The 30 year reunion for class of '70 this summer should be fun. I've seen a few folks around in the last few years. Dennis Heath, Andy Craig and I communicate regularly (the three stooges). I run into Zinns at Priest lake nearly every summer. Dick Rushworth and Rick May were at my house about two years ago for a visit before we went to a crab feed fund raiser together. Mark Almond's daughter and my daughter were pals at school for two years before I realized our Bomber connection. I bet there are more of us in my home area (near Puyallup) than I know. To Patty Stordahl (72): We were neighbors on Jadwin for a few years. That was a fun neighborhood. -Danny Bowling (70) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/5/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 14 Bombers and 1 Bomber offspring today. Craig Buchanan (57), Janet Wilgus (59), Larry Houck (59), Frank Osgard (63WB), Kathy Rathvon (63), Mary Finch (63), Billy Didway (66), Peggy Jones (67), Rick Maddy (67), Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68), Anna Durbin (69), Sandy Clark (71), Linda Smith (72), Patty Stordahl (72), Offspring of Dana LaChapelle (73) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Craig Buchanan (57) To Dennis Hoxie (54) You refer to Danny Neth's brother. You indicated his name was Sam. Don't you mean Ted. Ted, Danny's older brother, played football in those years. Also, after college Ted was an instructor at Columbia Basin Jr. College (C.B.C.). Before he retired from CBC he was the director of the art department. Ted was very skilled. I do not know if Ted and his wife remain in Richland. -Craig Buchanan (57) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) RE: Some Carmichael Teachers Ah, such distant memories, of course, Mr. Anderson who was there to keep order with the likes of Dean Armstrong (59) and other obstreperous youngsters, but for 7th grade homeroom, I was lucky enough to have Mrs. Edwards - she was funny and used to raise parakeets and would bring them to class. Mr. Dunton was so in tune with us and our typical Jr. High minds - loved to embarrass us, challenge us to dredge up enough courage to SING in front of the whole school and looking back now, I recognize not only what a huge man he was (he got a kick out of giving Charley Horse bites to guys - got their attention for certain) but also what a huge talent he was musically - we eventually gave rather accomplished variety shows and performances and above all we were exposed to classical and "broadway" choral music. Also, we had quite a fun time in Mr. Kingsley's 8th grade homeroom, drove Mr. Klucas crazy, and I think we probably could have taught Miss (I use miss - don't think she ever married - answer to another contributor's question) Olney a few things about "health education." My husband, Tom (59), remembers Mr. Martin as his favorite - told him he could do well in school if he even tried (hope Mr. M. learned that Tom did eventually excel and in physics!) Our gang of "gurls" all seemed to really love Miss Lusabrink and Mrs. Anderson - home ec. And then there was poor Mrs. Johnson (she was one forceful woman) who created the "dog house" for those of us in beginning algebra who couldn't get the "signs right." (That was me... she eventually got tired of seeing my face after school and told me I didn't have to be in the "dog house" any more - just try to do better.) Mr. Ellis was a terrific band instructor and I apologize for omissions here, but these are just a few of the dedicated teachers who took on this daunting task of educating the hoards of teenagers that passed through Carmichael. (I mean "passed through," too, for as I recall the last thing on our minds was actually learning anything! But we did...) I look forward to more about Cougar teachers who taught Cougar Cubs. -Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Janet - Mrs. Johnson was my favorite teacher after grade school days. She was the best. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Larry Houck (59) To Linda Reining (64) I was gone before you got to Carmichael but I remember all of those good teachers, Miss Ruby, Mrs. Bernhardt, Miss. Olney, one other that I remember Mrs. Edwards and last Mr. Anderson. One other I almost forgot Mr. Clayton. Good times were had there as well as Col Hi. Thanks for the memories. -Larry Houck (59) ******************************************** >>From: Frank Osgard (63WB) It’s not like I don’t do nothin’ but watch TV, but earlier this week Her Bossiness and I were watching wrestling. She got the remote again, and I was no more than putty in her hands. I had a friend whose Grandparents lived in a prefab on Adams, about the 500 block. They had the very first TV I can recall, this had to have been about ’53. They had Cable, for what it was worth. My friend Mitchell, that was his name, and I used to go over and watch what we could, when we could. His grandparents, who everyone called Uncle Ed and Aunt Lollie, kept the blinds pulled and the lights turned down low so the picture tube wouldn't wear out. They had a ceramic black panther on top of the set, with red jewels in it’s eyes and a gold chain around it’s neck. They always had little dishes of nuts and hard ribbon candy on TV trays. They later had the first TV remote control I ever saw, it was shaped like a potato gun but worked like a flash light. Among our favorites, was wrestling on Friday night. Not that vanilla flavored crap you see now days on TBS, but “Texas Wrasslin’”. And it was real. Later we used to watch Shag Thomas and Luther Lindsey on Sundays sponsored by some dentist in Spokane. This guy validated parking, gave terms (30 days same as cash) and no discount for Canadian money. He also sponsored some guy singing hymns and old favorites every afternoon, for his present and future false teeth customers. I can still remember the afternoon programming, when we got our TV. School let out at 3:15pm, I beat feet home to practice piano for 30 minutes, and then Howdy Doody at 4pm, Pinkie Lee at 4:30. Mickey Mouse Club was at 5:00p for an hour. Someplace in there were The Little Rascals on Channel 6. Your could never show the Little Rascals today, too bad, they were at least as funny as Urkel. Before cable there was antenna TV, with Uncle Jimmy’s Club House at 4pm on KIMA, I've still got my membership card (#213). Uncle Jimmy, who seemed to do everything at the station, was followed by some crabby old fart called Montana Tom. Tom got the shoe, none too soon, and was replaced by Bert Wells. My sister's Blue Bird troop was on the Bert Wells show, and sang some song in Chinese. At least they said it was Chinese, and it sounded like Chinese. I remember watching it, ‘cause I had this flannel cloth slathered with Vicks around my neck. To this day, Campfire mints still taste like Vicks, not peppermint. I knew I was getting old, when I recognized the cowboy movies they serialized for 10 minutes each afternoon, as flicks I’d seen “first run” at the Village. I used to make my little brother cry, by telling him what was going to happen. Still do, but he was a 7-5 kind of kid. Mickey Mouse Club also had some great serials, Corky and Black Shadow, Spin and Marty, The Hardy Boys and some kid named Moochey. The Mousketeers, were as unfathomable in ’57 as Chief Joe Girls were five years later. Annette had some great ears for thirteen, but was the same age as by sister, so I looked elsewhere. Some girl with big teeth, don’t remember her name and what was with that Jimmy Dodd guy and Uncle Roy? There were some great shows like Topper, Mr. Peepers, Sid Cesar, Ernie Kovacs and my Pop’s favorite Tennessee Ernie Ford. The Old Man loved to laugh, and was keen on the “not so subtle” like Bilko, The Real McCoys and Jack Benny. Humor was so much more simple in black and white. They didn't have fourteen year olds, playing eight year olds, talking like adults. Being Politically correct, was at least a man on the moon away. Don’t know that I want to go back to those days, but it sure was fun while we were there. Kids are fighting over the remote, so I gotta go break it up. Brittney Spears or Bay Watch, I wish these kid’s hormones would get in sych. Now it's time to say goodbye.............. Frank p.s. The person with big teeth was named Darlene, who it turns out just might have been John Elway's sister. ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Rathvon (63) RE: giggles How about a BOMBER night ut at Giggles on Sat., March 11th to cheer on Brad Upton (74)? I'm there! -Kathy Rathvon (63) ******************************************** >>From: Mary Finch Miller (63) RE: Cool Desert Nights Could anyone help me out with information on the Cool Desert Nights car show? I need a name and address to inquire about a registration form to enter the car show. Thanks! -Mary Finch Miller (63) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Didway (66) Anyone who went to Jason Lee in the late 50's.: Who was the teacher, and what grade were we in, who would ask us what poem we would want her to read, and it was always the same poem, "The Pirate Dunkirk Of Dowdee"? I can still remember the first line of the poem. Anyone? -Bill Didway (66) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Jones Snow (67) RE: Mr. Saint John I have been amazed by all the entries remembering and appreciating Mr. St. John (Chief Jo Speech teacher). I too remember him but perhaps in a slightly different light. I took Speech in 7th grade, knowing I would have to get over being shy and hating to stand up in front of any group to speak. The very first short talk had me pretty nervous and I cannot even remember what I spoke about. I stood up... spoke the required length of time and waited for Mr. St. John's immediate evaluation. He said, (something like) "Your talk was basically fine except for the Gypsy-Rose Lee strip tease you performed." It seems I had been so nervous that I clenched and un-clenched my hands, each time grabbing my skirt and pulling it up a few inches! I was totally mortified. It has only been this year, at work, that I have gotten even remotely comfortable speaking to a group. I have learned, finally, that there are lots worse things in life than giving a talk... and, if I have to make a presentation, well, I never wear a skirt. I have seen no mention of Scott Clark (65) anywhere on any of the Alumni pages. Does anyone know where / how Scott is?? -Peggy Jones Snow (67) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) RE: siren To Judi Wilson Johnson (65) If you are asking if they still have tornado warning sirens - yes. I was in Minnesota with a friend, Fifer, in June, 1998. We were in a motor home parked on the edge of some highway near this small town named after some lake. We were standing outside in the dark of night admiring the stars. Very quickly the weather deteriorated; the wind started to howl, it clouded over, started raining sideways, and the siren went off in the town. Sitting inside the motor home and staring out the window, Fifer asked, "What's that!?!" I told him it was a tornado warning. A bit concerned, I asked him what the heck we were supposed to do now!?! Fifer said we needed to go to the basement. Here on Maui, they have a loud tsunami siren that goes off at noon on the first of every month to knock out the rust and keep everyone tap dancing. It is about five hundred yards down the street. The siren is still catching me off guard because I usually do not know what day, or time, it is. -Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************** >>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) RE: Thoughts on 50 years of the Spudnut Shop To Val Ghirado Driver (72) Dear Val, I moved from Richland to Boulder, Colorado in 1993 while my husband did some graduate school work. During a time when we were trying to decide whether or not to move back to Richland in 1994, or to wait another year, I had the strangest dream. It was a nightmare, really. I woke up yelling, "Oh, no!! Oh, no!!" The dream was that the Spudnut Shop had burned down. Being big believers in the significance of dreams, we decided that this was an indication that it was time for us to get back to Richland, and mend some family fences -- the Spudnut Shop having been such a big part of my family memories. You see, I was the youngest of three daughters, and as such, I was my Daddy's "Buddy". I was raised in many ways as the son he never had. And so we did many, many special things together -- Saturday visits to the lumber yard, trips to Ganzel's Barber Shop (I watched only!), etc. And almost every outing we ended with a visit to the Spudnut shop. In the late 70's, my sister and I brought our total of five sons to the Spudnut Shop. (Sorry for all the messes, by the way!) Then time moved on ..... the kids grew up, and Daddy got older, and sadly my relationship with him became more and more distant. However, Daddy developed dementia in his later years, and I became his guardian. That sounds sad, but actually his last 3.5 years brought us back together as "Buddies" again. Although he lived in a nursing home, I took him for outings often. One of our special places was still the Spudnut shop. One of my favorite photos of the two of us was taken there just a few years ago. Daddy died on 12/26/98, but I still come to the Spudnut shop once in awhile -- and I can still feel him there with me. My sister has a 1-yr-old granddaughter who I bring along occasionally. Someday I'll be bringing grandkids of my own there. Don't ever, ever, ever let the Spudnut Shop close. There is no place else in the world that is so able to bring wonderful memories ALIVE in my heart! And don't EVER change the decor. It is SUPPOSED to be just the way it is. No fancy upgrades!! Just keep making those wonderful raised glazed and chocolate covered Spudnuts --- oh, yeah, and the cinnamon rolls. Keep the coffee on, the soup & sandwich menu straightforward. The Spudnut shop predates me by only some months -- I will be 50 in October. Coming from long-lived people, I figure I've probably got many years left on this earth, God-willing. But I want there to be Spudnuts served at my Celebration of Life after I have passed on. So keep on keeping on, Val. CONGRATULATIONS ON 50 YEARS, AND THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SPUDNUT SHOP MEANS TO ME, AND TO SO MANY OTHERS!!! Best wishes, -Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) ******************************************** >>From: Anna Durbin (69) RE: Happy Birthday Spudnuts! To Val Ghirado Driver (72) Dear Val: We were there last summer for a Bomber Reunion and to pass on to my daughters the taste of the wondrous Spudnut which has not been copied. They like your maple bars, too. I will wear my purple spudnut t-shirt in your honor in a far location. All Hail the Makers of the Spudnuts. Love, -Anna Durbin (69) RHS '69 (Stanford '73, Yale Law '76) Ardmore, PA ******************************************** >>From: Sandy Clark Chamberlin (71) Just recently found out about Alumni Sandstorm from Lynn Carey (Doug & Dwight's Mom) It has been great reading the entries, even though so many are older that me. Recently, though some from the 70's classes have responded. Saw Patty Stordahl's (72) letter: Not sure you would remember me right away. We were in Youth Group at Rich. All church many years ago. It would be great to see you. Also, it inspired me to see guys my age in the Cardio kick boxing class at CBRC. Pat Harty and Cal Soldat. I love it!!!! It's finally becoming "do able". Hope to be able to recognize a bunch of our class at the reunion. I need to find "somebodies" to hang out with, I doubt my other half will go. Hope alot of you can go.!!!!! -Sandy Clark Chamberlin (71) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Smith Davis (72) RE: Mr. St. John I had speech with Mr. St. John in 7th grade. There were only about 4 girls and the rest guys in the class. I was extremely shy and found I could make it through a prepared speech fairly well. I was absolutely mortified to be picked as the secretary during parliamentary proceedings, but managed to get through that, too. Then came the dreaded debate. When this came up I went to Mr. St. John and told him there was no way I could do debate - I would freeze up, pass out or throw up. He told me firmly I could do it and I would flunk if I didn't. Of course Debbie Bennett and I got the great subject of whether Puerto Rico should be a state. At 13 I had never even heard of Puerto Rico. We studied and found all we could. We were all given a few minutes in the hall to gather ourselves together. Debbie was in great need of valium and I must have looked bad because Mr. St. John came out put his arm around me and said I didn't have to do this and he would not flunk me. I just don't think he wanted me passing out up there. I did go ahead do the our debate of which I remember walking up there and returning to my seat - nothing in between. Hey debbie - didn't we get a B on that? I think I looked scary enough that the guys who were very good at debate went easy on us. Although that class at times had horror for me, I now can talk in front of people and remember that I'll never be that afraid again. Thanks Mr. St. John. For those who haven't seen him he is like Dick Clark - he doesn't age. -Linda Smith Davis (72) ******************************************** >>From: Patty Stordahl (72) To Danny Bowling (70): Yes, I do remember your name. How are you after all these years? Are you going to the reunion? Do you still live in Richland? Many great things have happened to me since Bomber days. I am in the Seattle area now and love it. All my neighborhoods were wonderful. Lots of kids and bug smog to ride behind. Man, Jadwin Ave. next to Stevie and Marjorie Adkins. Margie and I used to play Barbie dolls a lot. Then came Keller where Mom ran over every cat in the neighborhood I think. At least it seemed that way. Then good old Butternut. Man that is where bad things happened but I lived there till I graduated from Col. - Hi. Do you remember Wayne Wallace and Peter Brandt? They lived on the South side of VanGiesen and Peter and I still hang out today. He is still as funny as ever. Let me know what you are doing and if you have a big family. I sure do and it is growing all the time. Take Care and thanks for the mention and memory of me. -Patty Stordahl (72) ******************************************** >>From: Dana Rios, Offspring of Dana LaChapelle (73) Hi everybody!! Hope everybody is having a wonderful day! =) My mother, (Dana LaChapelle) went to Col. High School. She graduated in 1973. I think she had a great time with everybody. Thanx everybody!!!!!! -Dana Rios - Offspring of Dana LaChapelle (73) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/6/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers sent stuff: Ralph Myrick (51), Gus Keeney (57), Dennis Barr (58), Burt Pierard (59), Helen Cross (62), Kenny Wright (63), Peg Sheeran (63), Carol Converse (64), Jamie Worley (64), Maren Smyth (64), Pam Ehinger (67), Joe Largé (68), Betti Avant (69), Dan Turner (70WB), Vicki Owens (72), Debra Dawson (74WB) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Ted and Billy Neth still live in Richland. Billy worked out in the area, I believe and has retired. Ted was head of the Arts Department at CBC. I don't know if he has retired or not. I see Robert Neth every once in a while as well as Becky. I remember Becky when she was a baby the most - she would crawl into my room at Jefferson when Billy worked there. We all had fun hiding her from Billy. Billy and Ted were two of my favorite parents. -Ralph Myrick (51) ******************************************** >>From: Gus Keeney (57) RE: Spudnut Shop All the time while growing up (?) in Richland, the Spudnut shop was always a great place to get together with friends. My Dad, Ray Keeney (who a lot of you know) was always fond of the place. Every time I came back to Richland, he always made it a point to take me to the Spudnut Shop which was always in the same location. He and Mom both have Dementia and are living in assisted care in Kennewick at this point. My younger brother, Jack (65) says the last time he was there to see the folks, they went to the Spudnut Shop and Dad even remembered a few things. Anyway, Congratulations on the 50th year Spudnut Shop From us Oregonians now. -Gus Keeney (57) ******************************************** >>From: Dennis Barr (58) To Dennis Hoxie (54) Dennis, I think Crag was right in his suggestion to you that the school mate you might be thinking of, is Sam Nagely (spelling) not Neth. I remember you and Sam playing some great football for the Bombers back then. I had a cousin playing around that time too: Hal "Pappy" Andress (54). Maybe you remember him? I think Sam went on to play at Stanford if my memory serves me... I believe that Gene Stephens (54) was also playing ball at that time. You guys were the Big Bombers then, that we upstarts followed every Friday night. I think that there were some Blue Devils called Cox and Derby that played at that time too?? To Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59): Janet, Your mention of favorite teachers, you brought back one of mine too. Mrs. Edwards was a very special teacher wasn't she? I first met her as my P.E. teacher at John Ball, and then later as my home room teacher at Carmichael. She still has that special something, or maybe it's that student teacher thing?? She's a neat lady! If you should want to drop her an E-mail, I have that address for you?? Let me know.. -Dennis Barr (58) ******************************************** >>From: Burt Pierard (59) It has been brought to my attention that since R2K is being called the All Bomber Reunion, the classes that graduated before "The Bomb" was dropped and the all student assembly in Oct. 1945 that changed the school nickname, might be excluded because they were The Beavers. This includes the classes of 1943, 1944 and 1945. Nothing can be further from the truth. You are all "Honorary Bombers" and thus are cordially invited! Bomber (Beaver) cheers, -Burt Pierard (59) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) There has been so much mentioned about what a great speech teacher Chief Jo had, I want to write that we also had a great speech teacher, among many dedicated teachers, in Mr. Bouchart. I had him for 7th grade speech and I learned some valuable lessons in his class that have helped me over the years. The first was: it's better to be prepared when possible and also to give others a second chance. Early in the year, I gambled that I wouldn't be called on to give a certain speech, and as luck would have it, I was one of the first he called on to give the speech. I told him I wasn't prepared, but I would be the next day. The next day he called on me, I was prepared and gave the speech, and he gave me a passing grade. He also complemented me for getting my act together, and we went on, me always trying to be prepared from then on. But he didn't label me, and accepted me for what I was, and that helped me to keep trying when I really might not want to try. Carmichael had alot of good teachers, I'm sure all of them helped me in some way. But as I think back on what I have used the most, I want to give credit to Miss Brown and her typing class. I could go on and on about teachers who were so special to me, but I won't, just let me say I know how lucky I was to have had them, and wish I'd appreciated them more when I could have told them so. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ******************************************** >>From: Kenny Wright (63) RE: a paperboy & Spudnuts For a couple of years at the very beginning of my teenage phase I knew every house and every dog on every block in the south end in the dark. I was your Spokane Review paperboy. I put a lot of miles on my Schwinn over those black top streets. But what I remember most was after the last paper was thrown, if I had time before school (on weekends not a problem), I would ride up to the Spudnut Shop for a fresh one. I must have been an odd sight riding up on my bicycle in the early AM. I was the only kid there with all the adults and their coffee mugs (I did not drink coffee at the time). I was in Richland last August and had another one which was not like the ones I remember; I will try again this June (sans Schwinn). Congrats for the 50th of a Richland icon. -Kenny (63) ******************************************** >>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) To Val Ghirado Driver (72) Hi Val! So glad you and your family have stuck by it all these years. You know the Sheeran Family's enjoyed your presence... all of us. Happy 50th!! -Peg Sheeran Finch (63) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) Seems like I've been hiding in the background for a long time now. Well, that's how it goes sometimes, right? To Frank Osgard (63WB) Reading about all the TV shows on TV back in the early 50's brings back so many memories. I had forgotten some of them, but now that they are foremost on my mind, I don't think I ever missed a one. You mentioned that they wouldn't put Little Rascals on now a days. In some parts of the country the reruns are on, as my 6 year old granddaughter has watched them. She thinks they are the best and very funny! To Val Ghirado Driver (72) Happy 50th Birthday of the Spudnut Shop!!! Oh, the Spudnut Shop and the memories! Many hours were spent in the shop growing up in Richland. Going there after getting out of the movies to call my folks and have a Spudnut while waiting for them to come get us... Going to the shop each time us girls would go uptown, which was most Saturdays. After moving to Kennewick a few years after graduation and then up to Wenatchee, I hadn't been in the shop for several years. The first time going back to Richland, my husband and I just had to go to the Spudnut Shop. He had never been there. I was very surprised at the changes! And the crowd!! Could hardly find a place to sit! I guess I just didn't realize how very popular your shop is still today. I hope it ALWAYS stays open, as it's one of the very last places that holds so many memories of Richland. Seems most of the other places are being torn down or have already been torn down for new stores, etc. Last summer, at my 35th reunion, I received a coupon for a dozen free spudnuts. Were we ever disappointed to learn that you are closed on Sundays. I still have it and plan on getting my free dozen Spudnuts this summer at the all alumni reunion. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ******************************************** >>From: Jamie Worley (64) RE: Spudnut Shop Anniversary Thank you, I just happen to be in Richland. Celebrating Mrs. Scott's (Judy Scott Tastula '64) 88th birthday. I have known her since I was 5 and lived at 1412 Goethals and the Scotts lived at 1406 Judson. -Jamie Worley (64) ******************************************** >>From: Maren Smyth (63/64) It's Iditarod Dog Sled Race time again. You can keep up with the "Last Great Race" here: Bomber cheers, Maren Smyth (/63/64) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) Questions Re Cool Desert Nights: Go to the Richland Chamber of Commerce or call (509) 943-3614 or 964-1615 They will have all the info you may need to get on the Cool Desert Nights! It's $40 now or $45 after June 1st. That's to enter a car. "Men in the Making" will be back [Friday Night]!! They put on a great show!! Better than "the Kingsmen" [Saturday Night]! Both dances will be great hope we can fit all this in with the Reunion that will make for One Big Party!! Hope I answered some of your questions! Bombers Rule -Pam Ehinger (67) ******************************************** >>From: Joe Largé (68) To Frank Osgard (63WB): Are you, perhaps, talking about: Doctor Gowan (or Cowan), Peerless Dentist? -Joe Largé (68) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) RE: Spudnut Shop memory I remember when I was in grade school, then Jr. High my friends and I would go (walk that is) to the Uptown shopping area on Saturday mornings. We basically would just look, but sometimes we would actually spend some of our allowance on something really important. One place we would always buy something was at the Spudnut Shop. It wouldn't always be a spudnut, but rather lunch, but those were good too. My cousin, John Bruntlett (54), worked in the shop while he was in High School. He still talks about it. Happy Birthday -Betti Avant (69) ******************************************** >>From: Dan Turner (70WB) To: Mike Crow (70) Hi Mike, You may not remember but I spent a few afternoons at the machine next to yours at Ernie's. If you find out what ever happened to Ernie let me know. I must have spent half my sophomore year and all my junior year at his place. Learned a lot about nine ball, eight ball, straight pool, 14-1 and which pin ball machine would give you extra games when dropped. Things that have stood me in good stead ever since. Remember how he used to clinch his Salems between his teeth when smoking. Never could do that. Oh well. I now live in a small town in Alaska and believe it or not have served on the school board. That should really surprise some of my old teachers. -Dan Turner (70WB) ******************************************** >>From: Vicki Owens (72) To Frank Osgard (63WB) That must have been Dr. David Cowan, of the Peerless Dentists in Spokane. Don't ask me where THAT came from, but when you mentioned "pro 'rasslin'" it just came hopping to the forefront of my mine. I hope unloading it will free up a little cerebral space to store some far more important information?! -Vicki Owens (72) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) RE: 1960's memories of Richland Since I've received a couple of responses to my inquiries of JFK's Hanford visit, bomb drills and bomb shelters in Richland, here are a few more memories to ponder... Remember the weird, talcum powder dirt around Welsian Pond, and the unique smell of the area? I think they've long since paved that paradise and put up a parking lot. Ah, well, it was mosquito heaven. That strange, white, cone-shaped building which used to be located at a cement company down on the Yakima River is now called "The Fingernail" at Howard Amon Park, and stages music, comedy, and evangelism. Anyone know what the original architect had in mind? We always puzzled over the shape and purpose of that building. To Jim Moran (87): I'm old and crusty enough to have seen JFK when he visited Hanford and to remember that I was in school at Marcus Whitman when his death was announced. The flag was lowered to half mast. But I also remember the tragic Challenger Space Shuttle explosion, January 28, 1986. I was SO envious of the civilians that were selected to go along with NASA elites. Of course, I watched the launch on tv, and the shocking, tragic end to our dreams of "real people" jet setting to the stars. I certainly shed tears for Christa McAuliffe, her students, and her family. But let's face it. Reagan was shot at more than once, and since he survived, no one had that sense of time standing still while the entire world focused on one event. The media kept telling us how popular Reagan was in the polls, but I never met anyone who admitted to voting for him (besides myself), and I get the sense that not a lot of tears would have been shed in his passing. Sorry. He never got caught having extra-marital affairs or trying to kill Castro, but somehow he just wasn't in the same league as JFK. And few images will ever tug at the heartstrings like that of John, Jr. saluting his father at graveside. To Couch Potato Frank Osgard (63WB): Remember the Sky King show? The only reason I do is because he came to the Tri Cities to sign autographs back in his heyday, probably 1965 (?). Somewhere in my memorabilia I have his autograph and a picture of us together next to his airplane. The show was a lot like Rin Tin Tin, but the hero was a man who flew around rescuing people. My personal hero about this time was Herb Ganz, father of my best friend, Kathy Ganz, West Richland. Herb took us for a flight in his own small plane. We did loop-de-loops and flew above the patchwork quilt of Benton County, a much better adventure than any tv show or carnival ride! Wow. I'm sure he doesn't know how much that meant to me... -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/7/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Marilyn Richey (53), Carol Bishop (57), Marsha Lawell (60), Paula Beardsley (62), June Smith (63), Patty Eckert (68), Phil Jones (69), Mary Jane Smith (70), Mike Crow (70), Kim Lampton (74) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) To Dennis Barr (58) Your piece about some football players to Dennis Hoxie (54) was interesting. Yes Sam Nagley played for the Bombers and graduated in (55). He either played tackle or guard. He also had a brother John (54). I do think Sam went on to Stanford but I don't remember if he played there. Dennis Hoxie (54) played with Larry Blackburn (54), Lloyd Kent (54), Kenny Gardner (54), Gene Stephens (54), etc. and they were a good team. As for players named Cox, etc. for Walla Walla, they graduated in 1952 and Walla Walla was the #1 team in the state. Bobby Cox went to the UW his frosh year and then transferred to Univ. of Minnesota. He was a great athlete at that time in the state. He was also on the state championship basketball team of 1952. The 1952 game between the Bombers an Wa-Hi game was in Bomber Bowl then and they had to bring in extra bleachers as there were about 10,000 at the game. They were rated #1 and Bombers #2. They beat the Bombers in the last minute of the game. It was one of the best games I ever saw in that stadium. To Val - Spudnut Shop I remember the day your family opened the Shop and I think the Spudnuts were a dime at the time. I know my family - especially my brother Don (47) - went to the shop every morning for coffee and a Spudnut along with many men in the area before they went to work. I remember your grandfather and uncle at the time of the opening along with your father. It was a neat place to go and just relax. HAPPY BIRTHDAY - it is still a place that people remember from their past of growing up in Richland. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Bishop Horne (57) To Helen Cross (62): I have been waiting for someone to remember Mr. Bouchard..... Gene kept telling me to write and see if anyone remembered him beside me..... I gave him such a bad time in 8th grade.... one day he went in to the boys bathroom right across from his classroom.... and someone.... pushed me in the bathroom door.... so I went all the way in and hollered at him.... can't remember what I said tho..... anyway.... shame on me... I was always sitting out in the hall... for one reason or another.... but I really did like him!!! -Carol Bishop Horne (57) PS..... I gave Susie your email address.... but Sandy said she doesn't have her computer hooked up.... ******************************************** >>From: Marsha Lawell Hathcox (60) Billie and Ted Neth do indeed still live in Richland and four of their five children still live in the general area (Robert Neth and his wife live on the coast). Ted retired from his CBC position a year ago last December. But he has not retired from his art - - in fact he probably works more now than ever before - he is in high demand for his sculptures and design work. The Education Pathfinder Award recently received by Washington's Gov. Locke was designed and sculpted by Ted. Ted also designs and makes the trophy each year for the hydro-plane races held here in the Tri-Cities, among many other endeavors. Billie and Ted are both healthy and enjoying life to the fullest. (Billie is my sister.) I think the Sam you confused Ted with was Sam Nageley - they both played football and were the best of friends. -Marsha Lawell Hathcox (60) ******************************************** >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) To Mary Finch Miller (63): You asked for an address for Cool Desert Nights. You can write to the Richland Chamber of Commerce, 515 Lee Blvd., Richland, WA 99352. They will be happy to send out a registration form which will include a schedule for CDN activities for the weekend. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ******************************************** >>From: June Smith Colletti (63) Speaking about the Speech teachers........ I thought his name is Mr. Bouchard (Carmichael). I had him 2 yrs. I still remember the Gettysburg address and the famous Marc Anthony speech! Then there was Mrs. Luckey in High School. I had her 2 or 3 yrs. I loved the impromptu speeches, getting up and talking about something you knew nothing about! The classes have helped me all my adult life. I have no problem going into a room of strangers and coming out of the room with new friends. Someone has to make the first approach. I always did. Tnx to all the teachers! -June Smith Colletti (63) ******************************************** >>From: Patty Eckert Weyers (68) RE: Spudnut Shop, Uptown Richland Congratulations Val for you and your family contributing so many wonderful years. I am 50 myself this year and its been a remarkable memory for me. When I was a girl, and we had a '55 Ford station wagon we called the "Blue Goose", on special occasions we would all load up and get a dozen glazed Spudnuts from your establishment, like no others made and then stop at Tasty Freeze for a qr. of soft ice cream and head home and enjoy this marvelous treat....... I went to school with Sharon at CK and recall many stories about how your father would be there in the shop at 2 a.m. making the dough for that days business. It would always surprise me how dedicated one had to be to produce such a business and its this same dedication that has still today, 50 years later, given all of us in BomberLand such an incredible place to recall good times and make new ones when again visiting. Hope this June we can make more with our Eckert Clan and even take pictures! For a business in today's world being home-owned and operated for 50 years should be recognized by Richland and the Tri Cities as a service and accomplishment worth a reward. Thanks again. -Patty Eckert Weyers (68) ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) To Linda Reining (64) and Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) Favorite Carmichael teachers that come to mind are Jim Eastham who was also a great JV basketball coach, Mr. Arnold, who had a great shop program and Mr. Yonce, who was an administrator when I was at Carmichael. I see Howard Chitty occasionally, still. I previously asked if anyone remembered Helmer Olson, who was not on my favorite list, and got no response. I'll try again. Helmer was a nightmare for incoming seventh graders. He would always respond to the question, "can I go to the bathroom?" with "I don't know, can you?" You know how much kids hate those kinds of answers. His brand of humor went right by me. Anyone have any Helmer tales? To Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) Out of the blue of the western sky comes....... Sky King! Who could forget The Songbird (the name of the plane) and his babe daughter, Penny? -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** >>From: Mary Jane Smith Poynor (70) RE: Sunday wrestling Dr. David Cowan's name sure brings back memories! My grandmother was addicted to the show on Sunday afternoons! Her favorite wrestler was Gorgeous George. Whenever George was on there had to be a reverent hush in the room until his match was over!!! I also seem to remember that Dr. Cowan's commercials seemed to drone on and on - something about free parking and guaranteed service... etc. I was down on 4th Avenue helping with the Iditarod Sled Dog Race last Saturday! Nothing like being surrounded by over 1000 happy barking dogs. Maren mentioned the official web site - it's a good one! Warm thoughts from AK, -Mary Jane Smith Poynor (70) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [If anyone missed that URL, here it is again. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Mike Crow (70) To Dan Turner (70): Dan, Good to hear from you about Ernie's Rack & Cue, still have no clue whatever happened to Ernie, hopefully someone out there will know. I know we were not the only ones to go in there or were we? I still live in Richland, been here all my life and can find no reason to leave, well maybe to vacation, but I always come back after a bit. Well, hopefully someone who spent some quality time at Ernie's will be able to shed some light on what's happened to him. Well? Anyone out there know? -Mike Crow (70) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Lampton Kinder (74) One ot the teachers that sticks out in my mind is Mrs. Duesner (sp?) - 7th grade biology at Carmichael. I remember the first day of class, she gave a lecture about "The Amazing Earth Worm." She was so excited about the little creature and it was certainly transmitted to me. It was a critter revisited several times as we covered different aspects of biology during the year. I can't tell you how often those discussions come to my mind. My co-workers have had quite a chuckle this winter because when it rains, I am reminded of how amazing the earth worm is and I can't walk across the parking lot without stooping down to rescue a couple of them before they drown, or worse yet, get run over by cars. (And during the last month or two it has rained A LOT here in Folsom, CA. so I have been on rescue detail almost daily) Anyway, she really had a passion for the subject she taught, making it fun and interesting to learn because of her enthusiasm. It is always a pleasure to have such an instructor. Thank you Mrs. Duesner. -Kim Lampton Kinder (74) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/8/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 22 Bombers sent stuff: Carol Hollingsworth (55), Ken Heminger (56WB), Ann Bishop (60), Connie Madron (60), Jessie Willoughby (60), Janet Taylor (61), Helen Cross (62), Frank Osgard (63WB), David Rivers (65), Toby Wheeler (65/66), Rick Maddy (67), Joe Largé (68), Pam Pyle (69), Sarah Headrick (69), Dyan Lakey (70), Shirley Moore (70), Brad Wear (71), Patty Stordahl (72), Mike Davis (74), Dave Trent (75), Kathy Wheat (79), Kim Edgar (79) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55) A friend of mine told me Same Nageley (sp?) was an attorney in Sacramento 20 years ago. His mother was a voice teacher as I recall and always had Sam singing at something. Nice guy. -Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55) ******************************************** >>From: Ken Heminger (wb56) There are a lot of comments about favorite teachers now, none of which I remember. I have only a few names that still stand out in my mind. I remember Miss Hensley from John Ball, and Mr. Harding from John Ball. I also had him in Chief Jo. I remember Mr. Webber from Chief Jo. There was also a Mrs. Rootness. I think she was my teacher in Spalding. Of the above, Mr. Harding was by far my favorite. I have often wondered what ever happened to them. -Ken Heminger (wb56) ******************************************** >>From: Ann Bishop Myers (60) RE: Carmichael Anyone else have fond memories of Mr. Ingersoll? He gave several people nicknames. Mine was Tunafish, which evolved from Annabish. Wasn't it in his class that we had white rats and we could have them on our desks during class? They climbed up and down through the ink wells. Eve Artz (60) and I went to his house one day and Mr. Ingersoll and his wife, who I think taught at another school, showed us their show collies. He had a wonderful sense of humor and made 8th grade a lot of fun for me. Reminder to all of you from class of 60 - our 40th reunion is August 4-5, 2000!!!! -Ann Bishop Myers (60) ******************************************** >>From: Connie Madron Hall (60) To Darlene Minard (60): I know several of us, Darlene, who are attending the R2K Reunion in June and will, therefore, be unable to return for our 40th Reunion in August. It's too hot in Richland in August, anyway! I agree with you that an "alternative reunion" is a great idea and will be happy to help in any way I can. We could do something as simple as bringing our own bag of Zip's hamburgers to the park on Thursday prior to R2K. -Connie Madron Hall (60) ******************************************** >>From: Jessie Willoughby (60) RE: Still Mr. St. John To Ann McCue Hewett (63): Yes, I remember Mr. St. John counting the "AND UHs" that were used in our speeches. I do agree that we use the "you knows" and the "and uhs" more than we would like to admit in our speaking even today. I am certainly very guilty, especially in impromptu speaking, of using both of these "no no's". RE: President Kennedy I heard about President Kennedy by way of television. I was a young mother with precious young ones that needed my undying attention at all times. When I heard about the president I went into zombi mode, had my eyes glued to the television set all day, and neglected domestic duties of every kind. I guess the kids survived their mom's negligence because they are still all very much alive and well today (and I even have grandchildren to love). It was a sad day for all of us. Even though it was a tragedy for the nation, and I will probably never forget it, I have now experienced other tragedies such as siblings and parents passing away that have been more personally tragic for me. We all must experience life's traumas and tragedies, therefore we need to strive to keep on enjoying life. There really are many more blessings for us than tragedies if we take the time to keep counting them, realize that each day is a special gift to be lived to its fullest, and try to bless someone else every day. (My little sermon for the day)!! -Jessie Willoughby (60) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Tyler (61) I'm a few days behind with my threads but here goes... Re: Carmichael Mr. Anderson is alive and well! My sister Miriam (60) sees him occasionally in White Salmon when he and his wife come into town for a meeting. He remembered her. My favorite teachers were Mrs. Byrd, Mrs. Edwards, Mrs. Black, Mr.?? (Math), Mrs. LaBourde & Mrs. Johnson. Mrs. LaBourde still lives in Richland and I saw her a few years ago at Christmas Services. Re: Tri-City Braves My brother Dore (53) and I followed Brad Upton's (74) directions to find the old Sander's Field and what we found was three rather new office buildings and loads of fresh blacktop on a cold, wet Sat. afternoon. We didn't see any reason to roam around the blacktop looking for the remains of the dugout and posts as Brad described. If anyone thinks we may have been in the wrong place, please let me know, I'll try again. Sander's Field was a place of many enjoyable summer evenings with my Dad and/or whole family. Nick Persuit was a particularly favorite player of mine for many years. I remember Edo Vanni and the manager Charlie Peterson also. -Janet Tyler (61) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) Hi Gene and Carol Bishop Horne (57): Greetings to your mom and sisters, and families. Hope to see them all when I am at the R2K celebration in June. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ******************************************** >>From: Frank Osgard (63) Perusing the musings of Ken Wright, and his experiences delivering The Spokesman Review, brought to mind a question. Wasn't there a caste system for paper boys? I mean, I mean, I mean a Tri-City Herald route had to be the top, and the Walla Walla Union Bulletin would have to be on the bottom. But where did the Columbia Basin News, Oregonian, Oregon Journal, P-I and The Spokesman Review fit in? I never pedaled up to the Spudnut Shop in the morning. During the summer we could generally get our treats off front porches, by following the milkman. Sometimes we took the whole bottle, other times we only took a swallow of two of chocolate milk, and left the bottle. There was also some bread truck parked over on Delafield that had sweet rolls, twinkies and other treats. That sugar buzz at five in the morning, made the transition to coffee an automatic. Another form of larceny, was to boost papers off of people’s porches and then sell them to guys waiting for the bus. Wonder how many of them paid for their papers twice? The poor simp who had the route and delivered the paper, would have to go back and make it right. I’ve paid for these transgressions many times in my life, starting with my social indiscretion on the Columbia Queen, and including the haircut I got as a divorce present from Mrs. Frank the third. Gettin' jacked about Y2R, is there gonna be a pinball tournament, how much are pepsis at Curley's? Is there going to be a scripture distance requirement at the Sock Hop like at the LDS dances? -Frank p.s. The guy who was the “Jeffe” of the Tri-City Herald paper boys was a very nice man named Ernie Carlson. And while I’m at it, that guy who was always picketing the Tri-City Herald was always reading a book. Anyone got a clue what the book was. Musta been really good ‘cause he read it for years and years. ******************************************** >>From: David Rivers (65) RE: Happy Birthday Jimmie Adair (66) Just thought I out to give a head's up to y'all that today (3/8/00) is the Famous Car Doctor, Jimmie Adair's Birthday. Jimmie and I go way back to when we were 15 and we were hard pressed to get the better of each other on a car swap. Here we were, too young to drive but swapping wrecks with the best of them. My gem was a '47 Ford Sedan I'd got from Brian Johnson's father for (as I recall) $20 or $25... big bucks in those days. Unfortunately, the engine was frozen. Jimmie's prize was a '46 Chevy with no reverse... Jimmie showed up at my place driving his car which led me to believe he was much older and much wiser (little did I know he was a whole 3 1/2 months younger than I was...)... We eyed each other with icy stares and ended up swapping even-steven (No pun intended Doc). Well, today is his day.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Jimmie.. Jimmy Heidlebaugh (65) joins me in this! -David Rivers (65) ******************************************** >>From: Toby Wheeler Davis (65/66) Congratulations to the Spudnut Shop too! Mr. Yonce was my 5th grade teacher at Sacajawea and was a truly great teacher AND he worked during the summer at the Spudnut Shop.... just when he thought he was "rid" of us, we would descend on the Spudnut Shop to pester him during the summer. I heard he was "promoted" to administration at Carmichael, but thought the classroom lost one of their better ones. Speaking of teachers at Carmichael, a memorable one, but not one of the better ones, is my seventh grade homeroom teacher. I cannot for the life of me remember his name at the moment. He was huge, with a "tall" crewcut, and wore thick (I mean at least 2 inches thick) gum soled shoes. The purpose of which, I swear, was to sneak up on kids. You never heard him coming until he pounced on someone, usually grabbing them at the back of the neck and scaring the "sh.." out of everyone in the room. Steve H..... I bet remembers him very well. Steve, one of the brighter, "mouthier", braver (or "stupider"), ones seemed to constantly have uttered the comment that would send Mr.? over the edge. On more than one occasion I remember him picking Steve up with one hand and shoving him "really hard" into the lockers in the 7th grade hallway (scary, stuff). I recently saw Steve's email added to the list of Class of 65, so I guess he survived. I "think" this teacher left Carmichael after only one or two years, and hopefully retired from the teaching profession. However, out of my entire school career, including my own teaching for over 10 years, I have never run into as violent a teacher as this one, or one that impressed me so much as being capable of violence. Thank heavens. -Toby Wheeler Davis (65/66) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) RE: teachers Helmer Olson: Now there is a teacher that still jars me out of my sleep in a cold sweat. I thought I was past this - thanks Phil. He was the beginning of the end for me. Mr. Olson's seventh grade teaching ethics helped make my decision that I was in school for two reasons; baseball and girls. Mr. Arnold was one of my favorites. He gave me three chances to turn a bowl that kept breaking during the process. A laminating configuration that Mr. Arnold wasn't to comfortable with. He kept a very close eye on me. One came apart on the lathe. Nevertheless, I still have the one that survived in the end and it is special. Mr. Arnold helped a great deal with my confidence in ability. Mr. Yonce was probably the best teacher I ever had. A very friendly and fair man. I had him for ninth grade homeroom. He once gave us all the questions to a test during a study period. All the answers were even given by the students after he read the Q. I got a C minus I believe. Mr. Yonce was concerned about my grades because I was his left fielder. Mr. Greenough was the teacher at Col Hi that changed my reasons for coming to school. Now it was for beer and girls. Anybody still have that trophy each of us individually obtained for accumulating so many points over the course of our junior high sports activities? I shot the head off mine with a .22 years ago. Sure wish I could go back on that one! -Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************** >>From: Joe Largé (68) To Debra Dawson Folger, Dear Debra, You brought quite a memory back. To this day, I still love flying in small airplanes. Actually tried getting a license at one time until the money wore out (still have about 10 1/2 hours on my log book). It's been sooooo long ago, that I don't even remember his name. (Was it Ganz?) I lived at the corner of Birch and Richmond. Around the age of 5 years old or so, there was a man that lived about 4 or 5 houses down from us. He was an Airplane and Power plant mechanic and would take old crashed airplanes and rebuild them. (Never would take a plane, however that involved a fatality). Anyway, I always hung around his shop and watch him dope up a wing, spraying the stuff on which would harden and shrink the fabric into a nice smooth, glossy shape. He got a hold of a wrecked Piper Tri-Pacer one time and rebuilt it. Painted it a really neat Turquoise color. I remember sitting in the cockpit and listening to one of the local radio stations. To this day I remember the song that was playing although I never knew the name - it was a local group playing an instrumental number. After the plane was finished we went over to the little airstrip in Kennewick and took off. He gave me a ride all over the Tri-City area. I still remember buzzing over our house and how small everything looked. He had me sit on his lap. At 5 years old, I could only manage to hold the yoke. He would allow me to steer while he operated the rudder. Once I made a turn that I thought was a really sharp turn only to have him crank it over to a 45 degree bank - whooo what a thrill. Since that time, I have always had the dream to fly. -Joe Largé (68) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) To Phil Jones (69): Re: Helmer Olson. Oh boy, did you strike a nerve with that name! Makes my list of three (and I think there WERE only three) LEAST favorite teachers K-12. Teaching by humiliation seemed his preferred style, and not a very effective one, I don't think. The bathroom response was typical of that. Maps, quizzes, and penmanship - these were the measure of our successes or failures in his class. For virtually every mapping exercise, he'd walk around the room and distribute sheets of blank 8 1/2 X 11 newsprint to us, making sure that he turned each sheet, mid-air, before placing it on the student's desk. Then, when he returned to the front of the classroom, he'd droll, wryly, "All right, boys and girls, you may turn your papers over." (And we did! Or was I the only one sucked in by the ploy on a regular basis?) While we drew maps of various geographic places, freehand and from memories of book pages we were to have memorized, Mr. Olson could generally be found at his desk or pacing the floor, often combing his remaining twelve hairs over the top of a prominent bald spot with a near- toothless pocket comb. I got a 'C' in penmanship, because I made circles over small case 'i's', and generally scored pretty well at drawing pretty maps of places now absent from the globe which represents our ever-dynamic world. And we were subjected to endless lectures concerning his perfect children, MANY of them, as I recall. (Were there six girls?) As I think back over the "teaching roster" of those educators to whom I was exposed over a 13-year period in Bomberville (Lewis & Clark, Carmichael, & Col High), it seems to me that my own measure of the term "good teacher" - and it's important that I own this, since all will not necessarily agree - derives from a large group of adults who knew my name, treated me with some respect, demonstrated respect for others, shared some personal life/learning experiences, provided a predictable, stable and safe learning routine, spotted my personal strengths/gifts, and encouraged me in the exercise of those gifts. The "great ones" moved beyond that. They were the ones who just never seemed to miss an opportunity for personal student interaction, teaching and, above all, nurturing. (And by 'nurturing', I don't mean coddling and babysitting. I mean the use of every immediately available resource to demonstrate some useful principle for the ever-changing journey which is living. Hence, this nurture thing also included the administration of meaningful discipline.) What interests me today is the fact that whether I liked or disliked them at the time has had little or no bearing on the way I've ultimately "stacked" them against this personal measure of their effectiveness. In other words, a couple of those I clearly did not like are also measured today as "good" teachers. Nearly all my teachers were "good" ones. Several were "great." A couple just didn't cut it, no matter how you stack it. In terms of pure teaching performance effectiveness, I think it important to point out that, some 30-40 years later, I can still recite from available memory some meaningful learning experience derived from each of those teachers who fall into my "good" and "great" categories. And, since "available memory" seems to be more and more at a premium in my existence today, I think that pretty much says it all. -Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) ******************************************** >>From: Sarah Headrick Tamburello (69) To Phil Jones (69) RE: Helmer Olson Is this the same Mr. Olson who taught social studies or was he just our homeroom teacher? How about Mrs. Baudendistal (bad spelling). RE: Carmichael Gym I didn't realize the gym wasn't all that large. Watching the gym being demolished sure brought back memories of P.E., Mrs. Roy, Mr. Chitty giving hacks, etc. -Sarah Headrick Tamburello (69) ******************************************** >>From: Dyan Lakey Lyness (70) Yes, Debra, I remember the hallway bomb drills at Marcus Whitman. It was very hard on the knees. I also remember the girls all had to wear dresses or skirts. Not only did we worry about the bombs falling right on our school, and our knees never working. We also had to worry about our undies showing while our butts were up in the air. There is nothing like the good old days. -Dyan Lakey Lyness (70) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Moore (70) RE: Uptown Richland Class of '70 I remember my sister and I (Nancy '70) used to shop at Hughes (clothing store) and Gallenkamp's Shoes; I distinctly remember an orange and yellow vertical striped dress from Hughes and orange and yellow patent leather pumps (more like plastic) I bought on lay-away with my allowance. What a trip! I think I was a sophomore. I was really into clothes back then. We always stopped and had a Spudnut and coke before leaving. I loved the cinnamon rolls and try to match the taste where ever I go. It's hard to beat! Whenever us 'kids' came home to Richland my brother George (67) would make a trip to the Spudnut Shop on Saturday morning to get everyone a Spudnut. Too bad the Spudnut Shop wasn't open on Sundays - had to break down and buy our doughnuts from Albertsons! Keep on bombin'........... -Shirley Moore (70) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Wear (71) RE: Ernie's Rack and Cue. To Mike Crow (70) & Dan Turner (70): Great memories, and a great place to hang out during my formative years. Ernie was hired by the school district after a run of od's from the class of 71. I think he was approached by the city and the school board after the incidents and offered a job with the schools. He either became a custodian or supervised custodians. The common denominator was the guys had all been at Ernie's at some point before they keeled over. So it was guilt by association. There used to be some real interesting guys hanging out down there. It is probably why I like Tastee Freezee burgers so much - I ate plenty during lunch there, as well as the chocolate brownies from the vending machine. Remember endless playings of "Hey Jude" and "Revolution", on the juke box. Great training ground for pinball, "Galaxia" was a sure replay. -Brad Wear (71) ******************************************** >>From: Patty Stordahl (72) To Sandy Clark (71): I remember you if you are the daughter of Dr. Clark the podiatrist. I broke my ankle at the Richland Roller arena late one night and my folks loaded me up in their big old camper and off we went to your house. It was the most uncomfortable ride I think I had taken. I got my foot wrapped and had to go in the next day in his office. Had surgery on it in '80 and all the fragments that were in there were removed successfully. Boy I do remember the Alliance youth group. How funny, I attended as my associates know under force from my parents. I was not real big on God for a long time because of what happened to my little brother Richard. Mrs. Reeves was the only shining light of understanding during my early confused years. She is still close friends with my Mom. The Reeves adopted 3 Russian girls who I now believe are Bombers. I remember Candby camp when all of us Alliance Richlanders would trek off to summer camp. Man I never got such a bad sunburn as I did one year down there. Picking up agates with Shawn Stifter (72). Man! Was he lobster red too. It seemed like I was always the one bending the rules. Funny I still have that trait in my character to this day. Do you remember Shawn Stifter (72). I was to young and dumb to recognize the fact that he really liked me. Wonder how life would have turned out if he would have been more aggressive with his feelings. I do remember him as a wonderful friend and pal. It would be nice to hear from him and how his life has turned out. I understand he is married to a wonderful gal and they are doing missionary work somewhere? I am sure that I would not have fit into that type of lifestyle. What are you up to these days? Didn't you go into the medical field? Nice to hear from you and see you at the reunion. I am sure we will recognize each other. Take care To Val (72) Ms. queen of Spudnuts: Are you going to have spudnuts for sale at the reunion? That would be a great way to get everyone on the same sugar rush. Out of all the Spudnuts you guys have ever made the plain glazed raised Spudnut is still my very favorite. Next time I get into town and stop in I hope you will be there. I miss you every time it seems like. See you at the reunion. Come one any grads from 70 - 73 write in and announce if you are going to play with all the Bombers in June. Maybe we could all take a hike to the hill. Where in the world is Wayne Bloomster? I would love to see a great turn out. -Patty Stordahl (72) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) Congratulations Val! 50 years is a long time. I would like to recall an experience I had when I worked at the Spudnut Shop many years ago. I would have to come in at 4:00 in the morning on Saturdays to help Barlow get the first batch of Spudnuts out. Of course, by the time I got there Barlow had already been there a couple of hours getting the morning batch of Spuddies ready and he was already in full stride, flipping that dough, rolling it out, etc. etc. I would still be half asleep and I was always amazed at how chipper this man was in the morning (more like the dead of night) "Morning, Sport!" was the everyday greeting. Anyway when the dough was rolled out it was put on the cutter which consisted of a conveyor belt and a circular tube that cut out the Spudnuts. As it continued down the conveyor belt and through the cutter my job was to pick the holes out of the freshly cut Spudnuts (high tech job - not just anybody could do it!) When it came to the end of the belt Barlow would hit the off switch and we'd finish picking out the holes and put the Spudnuts on the board to place under the counter to heat and rise. Things were going quite smoothly and I was beginning to feel quite confident in my ability as a "hole snatcher". Anyway Barlow had to go in the back room for something and left me in charge. He started the conveyor belt and told me to hit the switch when it got to the end. Now, understand this was my first "solo" and I was feeling pretty good about it! What Barlow failed to mention was the fact that there were two buttons in the near vicinity - one for the heater and one for the conveyor belt! Well, I didn't know that. I only saw the one for the heater. So as the dough was reaching the end of the belt I nonchalantly reached over to turn it off. WRONG SWITCH! The panic set in immediately as dough was reaching the end of the belt. I frantically tired to keep up with the holes and the Spudnut cutouts by picking them up at jet speed - to no avail! I placed my arm across the end of the conveyor belt trying to stop its progress - to no avail! Dough was piling up, dropping on the floor, flouring puffing up everywhere, etc. etc. I'm sure my panic and disarray was quite a show for the customers sitting nearby. Finally Barlow came back up front laughing his head off and switched off the correct switch. You would think after nearly 30 years Val would forget about that little episode. Of course not! She has to bring up my "SPUDNUT TRAUMA" every so often. Hey Val, you think you could have told me there were two switches?? Congratulations again! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Dave Trent (75) To Jim Rice (75): Lost your email address! Will be flying out of BWI 3/20 and looking to hook up for lunch and some reminiscing! Drop me a note. Favorite teachers - Will never forget my 2nd grade teacher (Mrs. Thompson/Lewis and Clark). She taught us German and instilled in me an interest in foreign languages that lasts to this day. I also had my first romance in her class! I can even remember her name, but to save her the embarrassment, I'll keep it to myself. Mrs. Hoglen (3rd grade/Jason Lee) - What a wonderful teacher and down the block neighbor. She never had a bad word for anyone. Mr. Schleer (7th grade homeroom/Chief Joe) - Disciplinarian for sure, but one memorable man. Does anyone remember Mr. Schleer putting an unruly 7th grader in the manhole that was in his classroom? Does anyone remember who that student was (no, it wasn't me)? I remember him being lanky, with long hair (described quite a few kids though!). Mr. Webb (8th grade homeroom/Chief Joe) - Excellent teacher that genuinely liked the kids. Mr. Covington (RHS Math) - One of the few subjects I actually learned to enjoy! -Dave Trent (75) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79) To Ann McCue Hewett (63): Of all the memories of Mr. St. John yours is the only one I can relate to. I'm not sure he was among the favorites in the 70's but he was a very kind person. I had him for 9th grade English at Chief Jo in 1976. I clearly remember him counting the Uh's and Oh's etc... in our verbal reports. Lesson learned and I have always been aware of those words when I'm talking, which is a lot! -Kathy Wheat Fife (79) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar (79) RE: Another Link to find old friends Hi All, Just wanted to share a link to help you find old friends. This one is geared for those who's parents were in the military and had move around alot. You may have made a lot of friends, but had to leave them behind every time you moved, this site will even help you find friends if you lived overseas. (My father was in the Army, we lived in Washington, Texas, Alabama, California and Hawaii). Good luck! -Kim Edgar (79) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/9/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15 Bombers sent stuff: Gloria Adams (54), Loron Holdon (57), Janet Wilgus (59), Bill Moyers (60), Howard Kirz (60), Irene de la Bretonne (61), Janet Tyler (61), Rose Boswell (61), Bob Cross (62), Judi Wilson (65), Karen Schildknecht (67), Joyce Stinsman (68), Phil Jones (69), Mike Crow (70), Rick Polk (70) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Gloria "Skippy" Adams Fulcher (54) To Bill Winslow (51) Come on Bill, after all the time and effort your wonderful, patient, understanding wife, Leah and Maren and I put in getting you on this web page, the least you can do it contribute to the memory section. I know for a fact Mr. Kelly, U.S. History, was certainly one of your favorite teachers. Brusie, Give Bill a gentle poke to get him started. You know him and his memory bank of Col Hi. He'll be a great contributor to this page. -Gloria "Skippy" Adams Fulcher (54) ******************************************** >>From: Loron Holden (57) RE: Class of 57 Favorite Bomber Teacher Survey Attention Class of 57!!!!!!! Lets have a "Favorite Bomber Teacher" Survey!!! Send your entries to the Alumni Sandstorm []and I'll compile the results through March. Here is your chance to say thanks. My entries: #1. Nadine Brown, English, far and away the best teacher that ever attempted to educate me. She really cared and could handle "dunce" efforts better than any teacher I ever encountered. (She even taught me some English, see March 2000 issue of Sail magazine, page 136). #2. John Reid, History, a very serious person who still made history interesting. I still remember after all these years that he always came to class really prepared!!! #3. Raymond Juricich, Safe Driving. How could I forget the first Bomber Teacher (and one of very few) who ever gave me an "A". My JV football coach who convinced me I'd never make it as a football player. #4. Jimmie Leathers, Distributive Education, This friendly, smiling man left a job selling insurance to teach this program. He related to us stronger than he did the "system". I think his teaching career was short lived, such a shame, I hope his return to the business world was successful. Special Award. Al Weber, Custodian. Anyone who kept our school as clean as he did and maintain a great attitude deserves recognition. Good job Al. I am sure many of us, me included, could contribute to a most un-favorite Bomber Teacher but this wouldn't be politically correct, or would it? So send in your entries, class of 57, I'll keep score numerically and report the results next month. -Loron Holden (57) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) To Dennis Barr (58): Dennis, If you could forward Vera Edwards' email address to me, I'd appreciate it. Thanks for all your interesting stories - really liked the one about sledding on the car hood! Good tunes to you. JB To Helen Cross (62): And Helen, I think we met in Kennewick a few years ago - your Father and my Mother were in the same facility. Look forward to seeing you - thanks for coming over that day. JB Also, I remember the Ingersoll's - they lived across from us on Cottonwood and I had Mrs. Ingersoll for band - she came on board at Carmichael after Mr. Ellis (she had a tough time with us - her nerves must have been totally shot before retirement.) She was a very talented musician/violinist. Do remember those collie dogs now that you mention it. -Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Moyers (60) RE: Bob Ingersoll: Ann Bishop's (60) posting reminded me of Bob Ingersoll, my seventh and eighth grade homeroom teacher at Carmichael. We had a lot of fun in that classroom, and I remember those white rats as well. Mr. Ingersoll was also the basketball and track coach at that time, and I recall being excused from class on a number of occasions to do various tasks relating to getting ready for the games, or putting away equipment, or "liming" the lanes on the Bomber Bowl oval track before a track meet. He and his wife had a fine pair of show-quality collies and I think they did show them frequently. He always had a few photos of the dogs handy to show you. His wife was also a teacher in the Richland school district, but I'm uncertain where she taught. I heard that a few years later, he and his wife moved to on California and to new teaching jobs. Re: Ernie Carlson and the Tri-City Herald: Frank Osgard (63wb) also brought up some fond memories with the name Ernie Carlson. He was the "organizer" of the Tri-City Herald paper boys in Richland. He hired my brother Ben (61) and I to work Route #303 in the south part of town, the Benham, Delafield, Douglas, Davenport, Comstock, and Duane (now Goethals) streets. Ernie was really a great "coach" for us young businessmen in those days. I remember him delivering our paper bundles every day, shoving them out his car window, along with a friendly word or two. We had that route for quite a few years, then later my sisters Glenda (63) and Louise (65) ran it for awhile. One summer during my high school years, Ernie got me a job at the TCH substituting on the bundle delivery routes, using my father's pickup, whenever he or one of his counterparts in Kennewick or Pasco were off on vacation or whatever. Great memories! -Bill Moyers (60) ******************************************** >>From: Howard Kirz (60) RE: Class of 60 in June To Darlene Minard Mortensen (60), Connie Madron Hall (60) and John Hall (60) (60) Liked your idea about getting our classmates together during R2K. A bunch of people from the Seattle area are planning to come for the R2K weekend in June, too. What about Friday night (Pizza n' beer after sock hop?), Saturday breakfast (Spudnuts n' beer before the class photos) or Saturday evening during Cool Desert Nights (Smear n' beer in the park?). Happy to help any way we can. -Howard Kirz (60) & wife: Stephanie Ager (64 Bainbridge Island) ******************************************** >>From: Irene de la Bretonne (61) Sam Nageley remains a highly successful attorney in Sacramento, head of his own large law firm. -Irene de la Bretonne (61) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Tyler (61) RE: Bomb Drills While in 5th grade at Marcus Whitman, a friend and I used to hang around after school talking with our teacher and then roam the halls looking for teachers from past years. Two teachers from 1st & 2nd grade asked us to be guinea pigs for them. They were planning instructions for the next day to have the 1st & 2nd graders' initial practice for the bomb drills in the hallways. We tried out several positions and the teachers settled on the knee tuck and one arm each over neck & eyes. Since it was an honor to be involved in the trial run, I never considered the fearful outcome of such a need to practice. I do remember tho, in Carmichael being herded onto buses was quite frightening at the sound of the siren and the prospect of being taken to the barren areas between hills south of Richland toward Oregon. I didn't like the thought of being separated from my family in an emergency! Thanks to Kathy Wheat Fife (79) for the interesting excerpt concerning the JFK assassination. Xtra/2000-03-01KW.htm I found it fascinating and the possible explanation of why we still have secrecy surrounding the results of all the investigations. Who wants to tell a grieving country that the death of their beloved president was a big mistake! -Janet Tyler (61) ******************************************** >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) Speaking of Mr. Ingersoll. I had his wife for Band in 7th and 8th grades. She was a kick and I felt very comfortable in her class. She had a saying that used to crack me up. "UGAUGA BOO UGA BOO BOO UGA". Don't know what she meant by it but she said it all the time. I see a lot of the people in those classes went on to the high school band. I can't remember whether I thought it wasn't cool to be in band or whether I couldn't make it to the band stuff. Didn't have a ride most of the time. -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Cross (62) To Ann Bishop Myers (60) I believe that Mrs. Ingersoll was the band teacher at Carmichael. Very good at it I may add. To Frank Osgard (63) I delivered the Seattle PI for many years. My route was at least 30 square blocks with usually about 20 customers. After getting up at the crack of dawn (or before) every day including holidays, I usually made $15 - $20 per month. Just adding up the time I spent trying to collect, my hourly rate was way less than $1 an hour. My route took me over 30 minutes to run on my bike and the last half was up hill. -Bob Cross (62) ******************************************** >>From: Judi Wilson Johnson (65) RE: Giggles and Brad Upton (74) To Kathy Rathvon (63): Any chance you can make the Giggles trip for Friday night? I'm taking a friend there on Friday because he just smiles that tolerant and unknowing smile that non-bombers have when you talk about Bomber-land. It would be fun to introduce him to a bunch of Bombers. Hopefully I'll see some of you there. I'll be the one with the yellow mum. Laugh on, -Judi Wilson Johnson (65) ******************************************** >>From: Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67) To Ricky Maddy (67) RE: Mr. Yonce Wow, Rick, talk about favorite teachers! I had the pleasure of having 'Hank' as my home room teacher in 9th grade, also, and the sometimes dubious honor of having him as a neighbor. He was such a treat! He and his family lived directly behind us through most of my school years and he used that to tease me unmercifully in class. He was constantly regaling our class with stories of his wife, 99.9% of which were complete fiction. He would tell the class some fib, such as how his wife, Marie, was a Sumo wrestler, or some such thing, and then he'd say "Isn't that right, Karen?" I, of course would deny any such knowledge, at which point he would tell the rest of the class I was just scared of her, and therefore, his point was made. I was in his class, as a matter of fact, when word came through that Kennedy was assassinated, and he was very gentle with us all, talking quietly to us, making sure we knew he was there if we needed to talk, before releasing us to go home. He was, and still is, I'm sure, a real stand-up guy. He made that year a wonderful experience, especially since his class was the only one I really passed with flying colors. Thanks for the memories! -Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67) ******************************************** >>From: Joyce Stinsman Komac (68) I remember Dr. Clark the Podiatrist. My Mother worked for several years for him. In junior high school, while Mom worked for Dr. Clark, I was a patient. I was required to wear plastic inserts in my hush puppy oxford shoes to correct a walking problem. The shoes were hideous, when narrow pointy toes were popular. I was sure I was the only one who had to wear these things. At the time I thought I was being punished. On Saturdays when Mom had to work, I would be assigned the task of doing the laundry at the corner laundry mat. It took all of the morning to sort, wash, dry and fold the huge pile of laundry. My reward was to go to Newberry's for a hot fudge sundae. Well worth doing the chore. I don't think I had a better hot fudge sundae since. When I was pregnant with my first child, my craving was hot fudge sundaes. It would have been Spudnuts too, if I had lived closer to Richland. My favorite Spudnut was ala mode. -Joyce Stinsman Komac (68) ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) To Rick Maddy (67) and Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) Funny what stays in your mind forever. Another Helmer Olsonism in Social Studies was "Nebuchadnezzar, the king of the Jews. Spell that in four letters and I'll give you my shoes" Of coarse his answer was T-H-A-T. Possibly humorous in some circles but 7th grade wasn't one of them. To Mike Crow (70) and Dan Turner (70) Ernie's was a great learning experience for me. Actually hanging out in a pool hall was so adult. Great cross-section of characters too. I remember Ernie as a custodian, by the way. To Mike Davis (74) Great story about the spudnut conveyor belt. Ever see the "I Love Lucy" episode where Lucy and Ethel are working the conveyor belt in the candy company? I had that vision of you. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Crow (70) To Brad Wear (71) Brad, Thx's for the info on Ernie. I also remember the lunches at Tastee Freeze. Would stop there with Tom Lyness (70) and Neil Jenne (70) and buy the hamburgers which were 5 for $1.00 and those Big Fries were like 25 cents. I also dropped plenty of silver in the pinball machines, jukebox and the pool tables. I also remember a couple of OD's in 70, Brad. Thx's again for your info. -Mike Crow (70) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) I drove up Lee hill yesterday and looked at what they were doing to my beloved Carmichael gym. It was sad to see it come down. There were so many memories in that gym for me. P.E. classes with Mr. Chitty, basketball practices and basketball games. The Carmichael gym was where I first began to play "organized" basketball with my back court mate, the late Kim Killand (70). 7th grade ball with Coach Schiebe, then JV and Varsity with Coach Eastham. Any Cougar alumni remember the famous "Polk head fake"? :-) It was in that gym that I perfected that move. :-) It's a shame it had to come down, but it's also nice to see the old school get a face lift. -Rick Polk (70) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/10/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 Bombers and 1 funeral notice today. Jerry Swain (54), Dennis Kline (57), Steve Carson (58), Jim Hamilton (63), Patty de la Bretonne (65), Steve Upson (65), Melanie Dukes (67), Vicki Steichen (67), Dan Turner (70WB) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Jerry Swain (54) Open comment to Carol Hollingsworth (55) Sam Nageley (55) was an Air Force Legal Officer at Fairchild Air Force Base in 1963 to 1966. I was stationed there at the same time as Sam. Several years before, I remember being on a Boy Scout skiing trip to Tolgate with his dad and brother around 1949. -Jerry Swain (54) ******************************************** >>From: Denny Kline (57) I like the idea of "favorite teacher" because there was one who had a profound effect on my later life. And I'm embarrassed that I'm not certain how to spell his name: Mr. Brune (Bruin?) who patiently led me through journalism and Sandstorm. He also convinced me that I could - and should -be doing better in school, period! With help from other friends, he got me headed down an important road. I would love to know if anyone has kept track of him. -Denny Kline (57) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Carson (58) To Loron Holden (57) RE: Class of 57 Favorite Bomber Teacher Survey Attention Class of 57!!!!!!! Went to the site but see no place for entries so here are mine: 1. Tom Barton - American Lit - Drama 2. Art Dawald - American History - Coach 3. Ray Juricich - 4. ______ Heinrich - Chemistry -Steve Carson (58) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) O.K. Buckaroos, here we go again. Need some more trivia questions for the Y2R deal thing. Got some great questions, but have some holes to fill, and I need your help. One or two or three from all of you and this puppy will not only be put to bed, but it will be worthy of it's task. And I thank you for your support -Jim Hamilton (63) ******************************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) To Bill Didway "Ho, for the Pirate Don Dirk of Dowdee, for he was the.".... etc. etc. (I could look it up) I don't know if I had that teacher, but I had a poetry book at home my Mom read from when I was very small. -Patty de la Bretonne (65) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Upson (65) To Toby Wheeler Davis (65/66) RE: Carmichael teacher I think the terror-able teacher you spoke of might be Leroy B----n who had a room between the two south wings of Carmichael just down the hall from the music room. Many of us lived in fear of him and he was particularly cruel to many disorderly boys. Kids had to walk-not-run quietly past his room during breaks or he was likely to spring from his hiding place and yank them into his room where he'd make them grab their ankles so that he could give them spats. It was brutal. Some guys were hit numerous times and on many occasions with that spat board. These guys were either "repeat offenders" or were just kids for whom he had a particular dislike. Mr. C-----y was the other teacher most likely to give really hard spats to boys, but I'm sure Mr. B held a school record for sadism. One day I was late for a class and was caught running down the hall by Mr. B, who then delivered my first and only spats. It was both very painful and humiliating. That level of punishment was totally uncalled for and genuinely unfair. I resolved to do something about it. Later that week I hung around and waited for him to leave his room, snuck in, and stole his spat board. I took it down the hall, climbed the risers in the chorus room, opened a window, and dropped it behind the trees outside. That night after dark I returned to school and picked it up. I never got caught and only told one or two people about it. I hate to think what would have happened if he found out it was me, and suspect he almost surely vented his rage on other kids because of it. My sincere apologies to whoever took any heat for that. As I recall, Mr. B later mysteriously left the employ of the Richland School District. Talk at the time was that he was "let go" because of complaints about his abusive nature. One thing that really surprised me that year was when I was called up during an awards ceremony to receive a school letter in music. Gee, whaddya know ... a little guy like me a letterman! I'm sure it was for singing tenor in Advanced Chorus, but I sometimes like to think it was for courage under fire. I still have the school letter, by the way ... and that d***ed spat board. -Steve Upson (65) ******************************************** >>From: Melanie Dukes Heffner (67) RE: Mr. Yonce Mr. Yonce was my 6th grade teacher at Sacajawea. I guess he also worked at the Spudnut Shop during the school year. He must have worked early in the morning. I remember 6th grade as being so pleasant and easy. The week had a simple schedule, a chapter of each subject each week. On Friday we would have the chapter test. In the afternoon, Mr. Yonce would give us back our test papers along with a treat. He had Spudnut holes for everyone and extra Spudnuts for the highest scores in each subject. I do remember scoring well in the math and the social studies subjects. He was one of my very favorite teachers. One of my husband John's nieces is married to his son, David. Mr. Yonce is retired and living in Woodburn, Oregon. -Melanie Dukes Heffner (67) ******************************************** >>From: Vicki Steichen Buck (67) To Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67) and Ricky Maddy (67) Thanks so much for the great memories about Henry Yonce. He was the best. Coming from CK, I think he was one of the first male teachers we had. I was also in that classroom when we heard about Kennedy. Am I dreaming or was there a boy that yelled out something like "Go Nixon!" when we heard about the shooting? Mr. Yonce got really upset at him as we all did. I was lucky enough to work with him once I came back to Richland and was in the administration area. He was a great principal. -Vicki Steichen Buck (67) ******************************************** >>From: Dan Turner (70WB) To Brad Wear (71) & Mike Crow (70) Some more Ernie trivia for you. He grew up very poor in the South and picked cotton as a kid for a dollar a day. He worked as a custodian prior to opening the pool hall. I worked for him for a while for $3.00/day and all the pool I could play. Customers paid a penny a minute for a rack and a table. He opened another pool hall in Pasco but it failed after only a few months. He was one of the best pool players I ever saw and would never give you a break when he played you. I used to play him on a regular basis for that big daily check I'd just worked 9 hours for. Never won and never learned. I don't remember the od's at that time but remember a group that used to hang out at the ball field and sniff glue. I really don't remember much if any drugs being available. -Dan Turner (70WB) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/11/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Charlotte Carlson (52), Dean Enderle (57), Ray Loescher (57), Tom Matthews (57), Jim Russell (58), Norm Bell (61), Jack Gardiner (61), Debra Dawson (74WB), Jim Wilson (76), Julie Ham (77) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Charlotte Carlson Terry (52) RE: Richland Bombers Y2K Reunion Information I hope I'm send this info to the correct address, it's the only one that looked right. I've been so pleased to read the comments in the Sandstorm about my Dad, Ernie Carlson, who was the Circulation Manager at the Tri-City Herald for so many years. He loved that job, and enjoyed working with the boys so much He had a family of 6 children himself, and was a wonderful father, whom we lost at an all-too-early age of 68 to a heart attack. We moved to Richland in January of 1946, and most of us went to Sacajawea and then right into Columbia High (as it was called then). It was an 8-4 system then. One of my favorite teachers at Col Hi was Miss Spainhower (taught Stenography), and I earned my living at it a good portion of my life. My fondest memories were of the Hi Spot - in the old Rec. Building across from the Richland Theatre. We had such fun dancing, drinking cokes, and just hanging out there. I also worked at the Village, Richland and Uptown Theaters during high school (and yes, the price at the Village for the Saturday morning serials was 12 cents). Ah, the good old days. Would love to see some of my fellow Class of '52 students add some good info here. Do you all remember By's Burgers?? Good meeting place! -Charlotte Carlson Terry (52) ******************************************** >>From: Dean Enderle (57) RE: Favorite Teachers Class of '57 Number 1 for me would be Mr. Dawald, I learned a lot about U.S Govt in spite of myself, he had a great method and I can still hear him saying "You all need the credits from this class in order to graduate" with great emphasis on the "need". Number 2 would be Mr. Juricich, a gruff exterior but was really a great person, had a no nonsense approach to driving instruction. At number 3 I would say Mr. Reid for U.S. History, also the fact that he had been a WW2 Aircrew Type (Fighter Pilot?) helped and he was a great Civil War fan, really knew that period of our history well. I would also have to rate Nadine Brown, she was great and I am sure that my appreciation for the English Language has a lot to do with her, even though I murder it at times!! Thanks to everyone for helping me to remember some of the good times at Col-Hi and the people we all knew. -Dean Enderle (57) ******************************************** >>From: Ray Loescher (57) RE: favorite teachers A favorite, if not the smartest teacher, was Robert Henrich, Chemistry teacher. He taught the subject extremely well. It was easily the equal of my freshman chemistry class at WSC. I also give a vote for Mr. Wheeler, English. He encouraged me a lot and that was a most difficult subject for me. Finally, Helen Skogen, Algebra teacher who nailed me with the nickname "gabbey." Gary Lucas (57) sat right behind me and I often "chatted" with him about the solution to a problem. He was a stutterer, too. No wonder we took so long in our discussions. But really, Ms. Skogen was great as was Ms. Buescher. -Ray Loescher (57) ******************************************** >>From: Tom Matthews (57) The comments of Frank Osgard (63) about newspaper deliveries reminded me of my experiences delivering a paper not even on his "cast system" list; The Spokane Chronicle. I don't know if it would have rated higher than the Union Bulletin, but it was down there somewhere. I think my route never got much above 25 deliveries in the northeast area of town. It did include one major benefit, delivering the paper in the afternoon to Howard who ran the projectors at the Uptown Theater at that time. Howard set up a viewing station at a small window, probably designed for slide projection, and added a speaker for listening. I would enter via a door to the right of the main entrance of the theater, and go up a long concrete stairway to the projection booth. Unless a new movie was showing, I would not stay long but almost always watched for a while. Movies that were showing for an extended run got boring, especially since I would arrive at about the same time each day. I'm sure some of that dialog is still buried in my memory somewhere. Movies that stayed longer than usual included The Greatest Show on Earth, Moulin Rouge, and Rear Window among others. Marian Anderson, the African American singer performed at the Uptown once and when I delivered the paper, I was privileged to see and hear her sing while she was testing the acoustics or warming up her voice. I always tried to collect from Howard in the evening once a month when a movie was showing that I wanted to see, and of course, would stay for the whole show. It was not a quiet viewing environment. The warning bell ringing for the start of the next reel would set things in motion as he would have to start the other projector and time the switch over of the reels by watching the marks that appeared in the corner of the screen (still show on some videos). When this didn't go smoothly, Howard always had a few choice words. The arc lamp system was also a constant monitoring chore. Repairing broken film was also a task. No larceny took place as I recall on that Chronicle route but I sure wish I had picked up some of those movie posters! -Tom Matthews (57) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Russell (58) To Denny Kline (57): He was never one of my teachers, but the journalism/Sandstorm teacher you list as one who motivated you to be a better student was/is Mr. Fred Bruhn. To Steve Carlson (58): Your nominee for best teacher is Robert Henrich. My nominees for favorite teachers who found the best in me are 1. Francis Coelho (art and Columbian). He encouraged open discussion on controversial issues of the day and challenged you to find your own personal conviction. Of course, his artistic talents and guidance to student artists (which did not include me, I never even took an art course in high school), can be demonstrated by the many awards our art students received in regional and state-wide competitions. I enjoyed the pleasure of his talents during three years on the Columbian yearbook. 2. Donald Black (English, Journalism, Sandstorm). Mr. Black always seemed to enjoy life and his students. He seemed to know when you were struggling with a news story, helped you to discover the human interest behind the story, and was always available to talk about any other concerns that might even be outside the classroom experience. His patience and wry grin are fondly remembered. 3. Thomas Barton (Advanced Composition & Literature, Speech, Drama). I only had Mr. Barton my senior year in Comp. & Lit., but I know that I would have explored speech and especially drama had I had an earlier exposure to this man's talents. He made literature and our own writing come to life. He was a dedicated teacher who encouraged each of us to be better students and to go that extra mile. 4. Helen Skogen (Advanced Algebra). I probably remember her for her smile as much as for her instruction. I always did fairly well in algebra (probably why I would also list Mrs. Johnson of my Carmichael years), but it was an added pleasure to have Ms Skogan in front of the class, who explained and opened up exciting concepts of algebraic mathematics. I can't say that I looked forward to attending all my classes in high school, but I never wanted to miss any that the above BIG FOUR had to offer! -Jim Russell (58) ******************************************** >>From: Jack Gardiner (61) A couple people have mentioned Mr. Bouchard (Carmichael) I know he helped me a lot. At one time in my life I couldn't answer the phone without stuttering. Also Howard Chitty had big influence on me. One other thing March 12th it will be one year without a cigarette. May not seem like much to some people, but it's hardest thing I've ever done. -Jack Gardiner (61) ******************************************** >>From: Norm Bell (61) RE: Brotherhood of Paper Boys No contest... The Spokesman Review and the PI were "real men" paper routes, with the PI second to the Spokesman. I mean we had to cover some real territory and carry some weight on these routes; and no offense, Bill (60), but those after school, Dry _hity Herald routes (TCH originally delivered in the PM) almost don't qualify in comparison. Ken Wright (63) must have inherited my route which was just about the whole of the south end. No afternoon stroll for us - we had work to do... and were supposed to get those papers out before the area workers left home to catch the bus (5:15 AM). This necessitated a bike, except when snow interfered. Because of the area covered, all problems were magnified. How can we forget collecting to pay our bills only to get a "Sorry, I can't pay you now. Could you come back next week?" And what about the bums (strait from Trent Ave. in Spokane) the SR would send down to help you solicit new customers ... and it would be nice if you could invite them for dinner. Yeh .. esprit de corps can only go so far.. I have to admit upon occasion I envied Ben and Bill (61) with their TCH route.. Good Memories -Norm Bell (61) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) RE: Flying and dress codes To Joe Large' (68): Herb Ganz lived in West Richland and owned or worked in a metal fab shop there, as I recall, so he couldn't have been your neighbor. His daughter, Kathy, is a 1974 Bomber, but we haven't kept in touch. The Tri-Cities is much more beautiful from the air, don't you think? I didn't realize how much agricultural development was going on because you see so much sand and sagebrush as you drive along the highways. To Dyan Lakey Lyness (70): Your memory of bomb drills and the fact the girls HAD to wear skirts reminded me of that pet peeve. Remember twirling on the monkey bars at Marcus Whitman? Since we had to wear skirts, we had no choice but to embarrass ourselves, chase boys and scream, or stay on the swings, which is what I did. However, one fall, I still managed to feel humiliated and outcast, even on the Marcus Whitman swing set. My mother had decided to dress up Esther (73), Michel (75), and me as The Munsters for Halloween. She was very creative, and our costumes were great. To give our hair that unique Munster quality, she used food coloring. Oops! Esther, a/k/a Herman, had green hair for several weeks. Michel, a/k/a Lilly, had blue hair for weeks. And Debra, the blonde, had that enhanced mustard yellow shade that only Schilling dye can produce for a YEAR! I can't remember the name of my character, but I was the teenage daughter that looked halfway normal on the show. That awful yellow color had to grow out of my permed curls... it never did wash out. Now, I know for certain that many visiting this website only remember me for this one incident in my whole life. I still hear, "Didn't you have green hair for awhile?" Of course not, mine was yellow. But WHO was the insensitive clout that approached me Monday morning, as I sat blissfully in the swing at MW on recess, mustard hair flying in the breeze? I was minding my own business. She led a rather large and formidable group of second or third graders. She pointed her finger at me and hissed, "There she is!" I knew in that moment what the falsely accused witches in Salem felt like back in the 1700's. I'd bet money today, heathen that I am, that this woman is currently leading the movement against the celebration of Halloween as the Devil's work! Now that I've bared my soul on another traumatic childhood event, right up there with bomb drills, let's skip ahead to Chief Jo in the 70's. We had a long-haired-hippie ASB president named Jan (?) when I was in 8th grade. During 7th grade and all of my preceding school years, girls had to wear dresses/skirts except during the coldest weeks of winter, when we were allowed to wear jeans and pants of a specified style. Boys had to wear certain kinds of clothes and had to have their hair cut off the collar and above the ears until the 1969-70 school year also. Then we elected Jan (?) as Chief Joseph ASB president, and he fought for our civil rights to dress any way we wanted to, within reason, and to wear our hair in any fashion that did not constitute a danger or disruption to school routine. Children today take for granted that purple hair, mohawks, and saggy, holey jeans are ok for school. In the early 70's, girls were just happy to be able to wear jeans year-round, and boys just wanted to grow their hair long, keeping the natural color. Boys didn't dye their hair! I'm sure a lot of people remember the dress code change back in the late 60's, early 70's, which was prompted by the Civil Rights Movement and the Vietnam War. Those were dynamic times, indeed, in our society. Nobody would have pointed a finger at me for sporting yellow hair and minding my own business in the swing in those times, I tell ya! Let my accuser come forth now. I am not a witch or a devil. I was simply the victim of a creative Mom who wanted us to win a Halloween prize somewhere (and we DID)! I think I got a Snickers Bar. -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Wilson (76) RE: Favorite RHS Teacher My nomination is for Mr. Gerard Labrecque. He taught French and Social Studies in the 60's and 70's and was a huge inspiration to me. In fact, he is the reason that I decided to go in to teaching. -Jim Wilson (76) Social Studies Teacher, Hanford High School ******************************************** >>From: Julie Ham Froehlich (77) So how come it has not yet been mentioned that Mr. Henry Yonce was the principal at Chief Jo. At least he was when I was there (71 - 74). I spent alot of time in the office - but I don't think he was there for most of it! I remember him as being very nice. This is the same Mr. Yonce that everybody has been talking about recently - is it not? -Julie Ham Froehlich (77) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/12/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers sent stuff: Ken Ely (49), Marilyn Richey (53), Gus Keeney (57), Burt Pierard (59), Janet Wilgus (59), Bill Moyers (60), Rick Maddy (67), Joe Largé (68), Michael West Rivers (68WB), Peggy Hartnett (72), Tami Lyons (76) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ken Ely (49) My favorite teachers at Col Hi were: Naomi Buescher (Math); Veroqua Smith (English); Nadine Brown (English); Hazel Broderson (Latin and Journalism); and Lois Dighton (Study Hall). I saw Francis Coelho mentioned here by someone. I had an art class taught by him at EWCE, before he came to Richland. I was in Capt. Kleckner's World History class and it was memorable. He was still in uniform when he started and being in his classroom was like being in the Army. -Ken Ely (49) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) To Charlotte Carlson Terry (52): I too remember your Dad, Ernie, as we lived by you when your parents lived on Williams Blvd. He was always good to the kids in that block and put up with us when we would get into trouble. I saw your brother, Ernie, at my mother's funeral about 1 and 1/2 years ago. It was nice to see him again. Hope to see you and Bill at the reunion this summer. You should try to come to the fortieth club reunions in September. It is a blast. It will be held at the Shilo Inn in Richland the next weekend after Labor Day. Yes, I do remember By's Burgers as I worked there from Jan '51 through to September '55. It was fun to be there working as that was the place everybody came to after games and Hi-Spot club activities. Kids might go to other places but from 1950 through about '58, it was the place for the students in Richland. Take care. RE: Favorite Teachers Mr. Dawald for government as he was there to teach you. He especially made it hard on his basketball players who were in his classes. He was very strict and some were surprised when they got their report cards. He was a good person and will always be remembered by the students who took his classes. The little humming and whistling in class by him was a way to teach us how to learn to concentrate as he told me when I was in college and spent some hours in his classes before I did my classroom work. By the by, some students from the '54 class bought him a parrot - as they were graduating - to keep him in tune. Mr. Richard Kelly (U.S. History teacher) He had a good sense of humor as students used to get him rattled sometimes but he took it like a trooper. He was a very frail man as he had a sports accident in his late teens in track and his back was fused and he walked over hunched. He gave very good lectures about the U.S. and always had homework for him. He was known to have a drink or two in his day and some of the boys from the '52 class gave him a bottle to remember them by at their graduation time. Fun to be in his classes. Something was always going on in his classes. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Gus Keeney (57) Hi, Everyone, Every body raise your "little Hannies". How many times have we heard that from "Daddy Dawald"? So many of the Richland teachers influenced my future that I don't know if I could pick a favorite. But, I guess that I was always sort of a "fence sitter" anyway. I suppose that the Music teachers Bill Dunton and Harley Stell gave the confidence to face all people on an even scale. I very often marvel how many times Mr. Juricich's comments come to my aid in heavy traffic situations, like in Seattle, LA, Portland, etc. Just thought I would get a quick note off to everyone. More later. -Gus Keeney (57) ******************************************** >>From: Burt Pierard (59) Calling all Bombers/Beavers - I have mentioned many times that R2K is not in competition with the traditional Bomber Reunions but it turns out that we are competing with one group. Kennewick High School has the audacity to try and copy us and have an All Lions Reunion this summer. They have even copied our name!!! (using R2K for Reunion 2000). They are working on a one day event a couple of weeks after R2K. We have all the advantages and this should be a Slam Dunk. We have the roots in Wartime Tradition and a special bond with school and community that no other high school in the world can possibly match. We will be the "firstest" with Tri-City and Washington State television coverage and negotiations are proceeding for national network coverage. We are offering a much larger and ambitious event agenda so now the secret is to be the "mostest," namely a show of strength!!! Let's send those KHS people packing with their lion tail firmly between their legs by showing them what an All Class Reunion really means. Get those Registrations and Head Counts in now! This is your only guarantee of obtaining all those cool R2K merchandise items (a limited supply of items will be available for "walkups" but advance ordering insures that you won't be disappointed). See you in June!!! Bomber cheers, -Burt Pierard (59) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) To all paper carriers: Just had to put in my 2 cents worth (and that is probably the cost of a newspaper back then) but my dearest friend had the courage and tenacity when we were students at Carmichael to take on delivery of the Columbia Basin News. This was an early morning route, and as I recall, that meant the papers had to be picked up at 4:30 a.m. and delivered to... and this is what was special, the WOMEN's DORMS - those lovely barracks like buildings where "single" women of Richland lived - not eligible likely for any "family" housing then. And, that is why the delivery "person" had to be female. This was such a daunting task, not only because of that early hour, but my dear friend would make this route from Cottonwood down to the dorms, down Lee Boulevard in the pitch dark on her bike, deliver the papers (took about an hour or more) and then back home in the dark or early dawn - all this before school most days. I can vouch for these trips because I made several weekend forays with her - sometimes with snow or ice on the ground (yeah, I know, kids, uphill both ways with newspapers stuffed in our clothes for warmth.... not quite, but a vast difference from anything like it today.) I was (and still am) sworn to secrecy for if anyone at school found out she did this, there would be hell-to-pay for she was certain that this was without doubt the most uncool job ever - and to ride a bike, at that - such a grade school thing and most uncool thing for someone in Jr. High! (Hard to believe -we had more hangups than a Xmas tree.) Well enough about poor little possums eeking out some spending cabbage - I must say that 2 of my most favorite teachers at Col Hi were Mrs. Burns - our fabulous steno teacher, the only teacher to ever give a party at her home at the end of the year and Nan Beechner - a great English teacher who demanded so much and surprisingly, got through to many of us (Ned Pugh and I sure liked to chat a lot, didn't we.) I have to say that Harley Stell was an accomplished vocal music instructor who made certain that we participated in all that we could in our little corner of the world. -Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Moyers (60) RE: Paper Routes To Norm Bell (61) and the other paper boys..... Yep, I always figured the TCH was the best to deliver because of the afternoon schedule. I was grateful not to be forced out of bed in the wee hours of the morning, every morning to do the route. However, it wasn't always so much fun to leave the swimming pool just at 3 pm every afternoon when things were really rolling, to go deliver those papers. Or leave any other fun boyhood activities in mid-afternoon to go to work. And of course, when those really hot days in August hit (I remember a few days over 115 degrees) it lost some appeal then too. We had 125 to 130 subscribers, mostly in a fairly compact area; seemed like virtually everyone took the TCH in those days. But those heavy Sunday morning papers were definitely a challenge. Took a quite a few trips back and forth to the house to re-fill the bags on the bikes; a couple of dozen of those heavy suckers were a full load, about all you could effectively manage at once. Nothing like the Sunday editions of the Oregonian or Seattle papers, though. Yes, collecting was always the toughest chore; lots and lots of "can you come back again on payday?" Seemed like it took all month to collect from all 125 or so customers, then it was time to start over again! Now it seems billing is done by mail, for 3 or more months at a time, and they accept credit cards...... radical! -Bill Moyers (60) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) RE: Favorite Teachers The teacher that I remember most at RHS, is Miss Brown (English)(Senior year I think). I remember in particular, the time we had an essay due in class. I worked so hard on that essay. I typed it, put it in a folder and all. Only problem with the paper, was when I went to punch the holes in it to put it in the folder, I punched the holes on the right side and not the left. Miss Brown gave me an A- on the essay. Said I would have received an A+, but it "looked sloppy". :-) That was still a big deal for me, as I was never an A / B student. Miss Brown had a certain style of teaching. You knew when she was upset, because she would rip her glasses off and let them dangle from her neck chain. :-) -Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************** >>From: Joe Largé (68) To Debra Dawson Fogler (74), The gentleman's name that lived down the street from me and was an Airframe and Powerplant mechanic was Gene Ganders and his wife Mildred. (I remembered his name just "after" I sent the e- mail). Occasionally I would take a flight from Sea-Tac to Boise Idaho for a repair job at the Air Force base at Mountain Home. We would fly over Richland/Tri Cities. It sure is a lot greener since that old time. It seems that even the overall temperature of the Tri-Cities has changed, with a slightly bit more humidity in the air and the high temperatures lessened a little. Do you remember going through Pasco on your way to Ritzville, how dry and deserty it was? It really floored me the first time I came through there and saw all those grape fields and all the greenery! Almost reminded me of the sights in the show "How Green was my Valley"! What a change! Catch you later, -Joe Largé (68) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Michael West Rivers (68WB) Date: Sat Mar 11 23:30:16 2000 :-) I went to Spalding, Jason Lee and Chief Jo. Didn't get to attend High school there, but would have been in the class of '68. Always wished I had been, instead I'm 'Vegas High '68. Hope to hear from anyone remembering me, I'll just say HEY, to everyone, cool site. -Michael West Rivers (68WB) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Hartnett (72) To Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) Debra, What can I say? I am glad I am not the clout that taunted you but kids can be amazingly mean to one another. We start scoring points at the expense of others early on. I think you should dye your hear some truly wild color for the weekend just for fun, and put on a short skirt and go play on the monkey bars! Just the other day at work we were discussing childhood humiliations. I think the teasings some of us CK kids took from neighborhood kids during May when we had those processions around the church and school has to top my list! I must not have been devout enough, I just felt stupid walking around singing hymns and saying the rosary - but that's me and the public school kids on our street thought it was pretty stupid too! -Peggy Hartnett (72) ******************************************** >>From: Tami Lyons Zirians (76) Went to see Brad Upton (74) last night at Giggles in the U District in Seattle and he was hilarious. For those of you who haven't had a chance to check out his show, you can buy his CD on line from at this website... [ Click the MUSIC tab... type in "Brad Upton" and click the GO button. OR ] (A little free advertising never hurts!) Thanks Brad! -Tami Lyons Zirians (76) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/13/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers and 2 funeral notices today. Richard Roberts (49), Annette Bradley (51), Joan Eckert (51), Marilyn Peddicord (53), Jim Boyd (55), Bob Trethewey (58WB), Kathy Rathvon (63), Ken Peterson (64), Michael West Rivers (68), Brad Wear (71), Peggy Adair (72) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) RE: Favorite teacher No one has mentioned Walter LePage. Great teacher. -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Annette Bradley Forsythe (51) To Frank Osgard (63) on his memories of getting his morning refreshment from the milk on the porches, and from the bakery truck on its rounds, and selling papers plucked off customers' porches and reselling to people waiting for the bus. My husband, Don Forsythe (51) was both a "breadman" and a "milkman" in his early career, and he says you probably owe him big time - do you realize how mad some folks get when their order is missing - those call-backs really made his day!! We really had a great laugh over those escapades. -Annette Bradley Forsythe (51) ******************************************** >>From: Joan Eckert Sullens (51) RE: Favorite teachers If I still remember a lot of the teachings of the following teachers after all this time (1951), they must have been good teachers! Ray Juricich for Driver Ed with a little football thrown in. Miss Carlisle for her constant harping on flat stomachs. Ms. Johnson for all kinds of tips from sewing to flower arranging to hair styling to cooking and household record keeping. There was another teacher (whose name has escaped me) who made a big point of taking "mind pictures". There have been so many times when I've been somewhere where photos either couldn't be taken or wouldn't do it justice. -Joan Eckert Sullens (51) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) I can't help but chuckle about the current paper route discussion. I had the first paper route for the Tri-City Herald in the women's dorms. We lived in a tract house directly across from the dorms on Lee Blvd. One day when I was 11 "a man" from the paper came by and asked if I would deliver the papers there. The route began with 2 papers. I had to walk to the office which was where the gallery is now - near the park on Lee Boulevard - to get the papers. After some months the papers were dropped off in the front yard when there were 30 some subscribers. I kept the route until I was 16 and Harvey Stoller (the owner of the Richland Laundry - Patty and Barbara's dad and our neighbor) appeared in the kitchen one afternoon and said, "When are you going to stop that stupid paper route and come to work for me?" I gave it up soon after that and joined the other girls working in the front office passing out the dry cleaning. I liked the paper route it taught me lots of things, not the least of which that earned cash is a precious and freedom granting asset. My dear departed sister, Kathryn (55) also had a route in the dorms too. I think it was the Spokane paper, but am not sure. Our Dad, Edwin Peddicord had been the publisher and owner of the Benton County Advocate until 1940. At that time the town fathers had nominated him for postmaster. I have his appointment papers signed by President Roosevelt. It was before civil service, so it was a presidential appointment. The first post office was where the Italian restaurant is on Lee Blvd. now. It was a fourth class office with only one employee besides my father and a rural route carrier. Imagine the change for them when the town began to expand in 1942. Dad had only two years experience and was about 35 years old. He was able to grow with the town and at the peak the P.O. had about 50 employees, a branch in North Richland and even did such things as fly the mail around during the big flood of 48. Anyway, Daddy kept his job, enjoying it and all the people and the town until he retired at age 65. Anyway, back to the paper, I remember Mother and Dad taking news "tips' over the old wooden telephone in the kitchen - you know the one with the crank. I also remember the printing presses and type setting plates. The office was located on Lee Blvd. About where the old Newberry store was. For years there were old bound copies of the paper in the wood shed at the back of your yard. Kassie and I would often read through them - I think Daddy gave them to the historical society many years later. -Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) ******************************************** >>From: Jimmy D. ("JD", "Jim", "Barney Bear") Boyd (55) RE: Paper Routes I had my first paper route for Portland Oregonian the summer of 1949. I had approximately 50 customers and my route was practically all of the new ranch homes, which was quite a large area. After about six months of a lot of work and not very much money (probably about ten dollars a month) I was able to get a Seattle PI route and 80 customers. This route was a 70% smaller area than the other and I made $25.00 a month profit. That was a lot of money back in those days! Does anyone remember spending all day Saturday down by the by-pass highway and Wellisan Wy (sp) polishing and waxing their parent's car? There were some tall trees there which provided shade to wax the car under. Maybe that is why I go to the car wash to have the car taken car of now. Ha! In addition to our favorite teachers, how about our favorite custodians? I nominate Bill Hartley. He was always involved in activities, sports, etc. You could always joke around with him. Bomber Cheers!! -Jimmy D. ("JD", "Jim", "Barney Bear") Boyd (55) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Trethewey (58) RE: Mr. St. John Although I went to Carmichael and didn't have Mr. St. John as a teacher I was a member of Explorer Post 147 and knew Mr. St. John very well I remember the trips that we made and Mr. St. John helping. What a great person. What would we all have done without great teachers like Mr. St. John to influence our lives. -Bob Trethewey (58) should have been. ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Rathvon (63) Saw Brad Upton (74) at Giggles in Seattle Friday night. There were other Bombers there. I also know that some were going Saturday night. Brad is so funny. You will laugh so hard that your cheeks will be sore the next day. If you haven't seen him, catch him in Portland, Billings, where ever he is. You will be glad you did. -Kathy Rathvon (63) ******************************************** >>From: Ken Peterson (64) To Bill Moyers (60) How are you doing, Bill? Haven't heard from you for some time now. Seems you must have gotten your running legs from running from the dogs on your paper route. Too bad we won't make the Hood-To-Coast run this year. Oh well. Stuff happens, but we'll do it next year. I've been running a lot this year doing some long long runs on Sunday mornings with a group of people along the beautiful Columbia River. We sometimes will head north and go out to the 300 area and back and for a change will head south to the blue bridge and back. As we are going along it's nice to relate to them a little history of my younger (and sometimes wild) days of growing up in this area. Things that happened and things I did as a kid. I really do wonder how I made it. It really is a great life here and running along the dike and foot path does bring back some fond memories, and some that I should forget like running through the russian olive trees (oh da) from the boys in blue. Getting caught hurt worse than the thorns from the trees. At least it made me think I needed to grow up a little (but just a little). Hey, keep healthy and hopefully running. I'll catch up with you later. Be sure to say hello to Louise and I hope she is doing well. -Ken Peterson (64) ******************************************** >>From: Michael West Rivers (68) I got a message from "Nevertowed" that Phil Jones (69) and Brad Wear (71) were asking about me. Brad, I got a message from your sister. Says you are in Dallas. Hope to hear from you. Any body seen Bruce Bentley (70) or Chris Martin (70) tell them to write. This is just TOOOOO COOL. I have been having a ball reading shared memories, some that are so unique to Richland. Later.... -Michael or "Mikie" (if that's where it's at Terry :-) ) Rivers (68) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Wear (71) To Dan Turner (70) Dan, I don't think Ernie allowed any drugs "knowingly" in the place. He was pretty tight with a lot of the people who hung out there and for the most part they respected him for it. I remember the glue guys in the park between the Cue and the gym. Never understood them. It was definitely an institution of "higher education" that taught inexpensive life lessons. -Brad Wear (71) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Adair (72) RE: Trying to locate Lynn Kesel I am trying to locate a girl named Lynn Kesel. She was a good friend of my brother, Gene Adair (66). Lynn would have graduated somewhere between 1966 to 1968, I think. She was extremely artistic, especially with drawings of horses. Somehow I have ended up with some pictures she drew in high school; a watercolor, an ink, and three pencil sketches. Maybe she gave them to my brother. When he died, I must have inherited them. If there is anyone who has any knowledge of her, please let me know through the Alumni Sandstorm. If I remember, she lived in an A house on either Symons or Torbett. -Peggy Adair (72) ******************************************** Funeral Notices scanned from TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins, '66 Paul Keith, Class of 1996 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/14/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15 and 1 Lion (who attended John Ball) today. Marilyn Overstreet (52), Annie Parker (57), Carol Bishop (57), Fred Segrest (57), Howard Kirz (60), Ed Wood (62), Ron Richards (63), Gary Brehn (64-KHS), Chuck Monasmith (65), Rick Maddy (67), Jeff Curtis (69), Phil Jones (69), Bob Gustavson (70), Brad Upton (74), Doug Zangar (74), Anne Mitzlaff (77) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Annie Parker Hoyle (57) RE: '57 favorite teacher My two favorites were Mr. Reid - History (I also had him as a sixth grade teacher at Marcus Whitman) and Miss. Reddicopp (spelling) typing/shorthand. Thanks for compiling these for the 1957 class. Nice to hear from you on the Sandstorm. -Annie Parker Hoyle (57) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Overstreet Garrett (52) To Charlotte Carlson Terry (52) Hi, I was glad to see your recent entry. I had noticed the pleasant comments about your Dad Ernie, & had printed it out for you, in case you had missed it. I remember him also as a kind, friendly & fun person. Do you remember him letting us ride on the front fenders as he drove us on little trips to the countryside? I also loved your Mom's delicious cabbage rolls. I learned to make them myself & still do to this day. My Dad came to the Hanford project in 1943 & we lived in Prosser until we were able to get the A house on Marshall in 1945. That is when we first met at Sacajawea school. Like you said, so many memories! One that stands out from Sacajawea, was when we had 8th grade (I think) in a hutment building and had Mr. Klucas as a teacher. A bunch of the boys always gave him a pretty bad time & on this day they bodily picked him up & tossed him out over the back railing. He usually took it well, but I don't think I learned much that year! The guys surely must remember who they were, I do! (Jack? Jerry? & others, fess up!) Regarding other's comment on their tradition of going to the corner store in our case it was Garmos on Thayer Drive. Our favorite goodie was the nickel dill pickles to munch on. We loved them! When walking so much between our homes on Williams & Marshall, one day I'll never forget. We were walking down Williams Blvd., we both had on yellow dresses & along came a police car going the same direction we were walking. In passing he turned around to look & to our astonishment, he ran clear up over the sidewalk before he ever got back on the road. We've laughed about that many times. Growing up in Richland was pretty neat, with the outdoor games with all the kids on the block, going to the Hi-Spot & working at the theaters with you & others. My favorite frozen goodie from the theater was the U-no bars. Also remember the old narrow bridge between Kennewick & Pasco & the time my Mom met a bus & scared us all to death? There's so much more, but enough for now. I would love to see you & Bill at some of the reunions. I will E-mail you soon. -Marilyn Overstreet Garrett (52) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Bishop Horne (57) To Annette Bradley Forsythe (51) My husband can relate to the taking of the milk.... he worked with your husband at Carnation.... in the 60's..... Also i remember seeing u when u came to Alaska on a cruise... i worked in the tourist store across from the dock.... and i did ask u if you were the one from Richland... do u remember?? -Carol Bishop Horne (57)...... Gene Horne.... In regards to the funeral notice.... is Genie Hammer related to Jim or Glen Hammer.... carol (again) ******************************************** >>From: Fred Segrest (57) RE: Teacher Survey To Loron Holden (57): This is a voice from the past. I nominate John Reid as my most memorable high school teacher. I remember Reid as interesting, knowledgeable, a skilled teacher, and concerned about his students. Although I've not been close to the Richland scene since graduation in 1957, I saw your letter in the Sandstorm site and took this opportunity to reply. The fact that I remember him at all after 43 years is probably the best measure of the effect he had on me. I'd like to know if he stayed in teaching or moved on, if he's still alive, and if he can be reached. Thanks for the chance to participate. -Fred Segrest (57) ******************************************** >>From: Howard Kirz (60) RE: Paper boys and girls All those great stories about newspaper boys (and girls) of the 50's gave me a rush of personal memories about getting up at 4:00 am to deliver the Columbia Basin News. We'd all meet at Dietrich's Market around 4:15 am, squat on the sidewalk rolling papers together, swap impressive lies about girls and baseball and try to keep our hands warm with assorted incendiary devices. Then around 4:30 we'd wheel off into the morning with our bikes 'n bags, flinging papers into the neighbors' bushes and windows until some drooling dog chased us home. Don't know exactly what those special experiences later added to our characters, but it definitely gave me a lifelong addiction to hot chocolate on cold mornings! RE: favorite teachers: I'll toss in my votes in for Naomi Buescher (a math teacher with real class) and Mrs. Luckey (an English teacher who finally convinced me that spelling, although not handwriting, did have redeeming social value). -Howard Kirz (60) ******************************************** >>From: Ed Wood (62) To Helen Cross (62) John Bouchard was a fascinating teacher at Carmichael. I took speech class from him in 7th or 8th grade, in part because I had a stutter that I was trying to get over. He was both challenging as well as compassionate, which made him quite effective, at least in my case. He asked us to list five topics we might want to speak on extemporaneously, and we submitted these ideas to him on 3 x 5 cards. Once a day or so he would pick up a 3 x 5 card from someone, mispronounce the topic, and ask the person to speak on a topic extemporaneously that wasn't even close to what was originally submitted. I recall David Douglas volunteering to speak on unions, but being requested to give a five minute speech on onions! Any idea what happened to John Bouchard? -Ed Wood (62) ******************************************** >>From: Ron Richards (63) RE: Howard Chitty Jack Gardiner's (61) mention of Mr. Chitty reminded me of one of my more pleasant excursions. In the summer of 1957 I was fortunate enough to go with Mr. Chitty to British Columbia's Bowron Lake Provincial Park. It was an annual event for Mr. Chitty and one other teacher from Carmichael (I think) to take several kids on what was a 120 or so mile round trip by outboard motor boat (now only canoes or kayaks), portage, and trail into Issac Lake. Along with some spectacular scenery, scary grizzly bear stories, and an awful heavy backpack, one got to experience some great fishing. I'll never forget the twenty-five pound plus Kamloops trout that grabbed my huge bronze lure with gaudy ruby red eyes, ran to the surface, jumped about three feet out of the water, shook its head like a tarpon, and threw that lure about 50 feet right back into our boat - almost impaling the lure's hooks in Mr. Chitty's face. Yes, the big one that got away (actually the second biggest one that got away but that is another story) but it sure is fun to remember. -Ron Richards (63) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Brehm (64-KHS) To Burt Pierard (59) Re: R2K Reunion Concerning your comments regarding Kennewick's 2000 reunion, I'm hoping your entry was in jest and good fun, because for you to say "Kennewick High School has the audacity to try and copy us..." is in fact wrong, if it was a serious comment. Kennewick's 2000 reunion was in the works long before Richland's was even a serious consideration. The reason I know that is because I wrote to the Sandstorm at least six months prior to any organized planning took place for R2K. A few people began writing in about it, so I replied and told of Kennewick's plans to have a year 2000 reunion and it would be held at the Benton- Franklin Co. Fairgrounds. I encouraged Richland people to do the same! Enough said. I truly hope both Richland's and Kennewick's reunions this summer are huge successes. My wife (Marsha Goslin Brehm, '65) and I have plans to attend both. Maybe Pasco will have one too! -Gary Brehm (64-KHS) ******************************************** >>From: Chuck Monasmith (65) To Mikey Rivers (68WB) I remember you! -Chuck Monasmith (65) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) RE: school Go Nixon!! Wow, that took a combo of nerve and stoopidity, hey? When the news of the president being shot was announced the school day fell apart, to say the least. I headed out of Mr. Yonce's ninth grade homeroom class to the health/science room where there was a TV. What was his name... the teach? He, like most, was not taking this news well. I will never forget that. Changed my whole attitude about the man, even if I cannot recall his name at this moment. He had this "thingy" (duh) in his classroom and when you would spin the handle it produced electricity. Alton Spencer (deceased 67) and I would go in there and take turns seeing who could hang onto the two wires the longest. In eighth grade we had to have our parents sign this paper to view some film for our sex education in his class. Boys separate from girls. I only recall having a few chuckles and seeing something that resembled PacMan. I wonder if that is the same film where the inventor came up with that idea? Always was curious what the girls were treated to. Ms. PacMan? What a waste of time! Even in those times of "innocence". Yes, I plead innocent... always. With the exception of recess scuttlebutt and National Geographic magazine, I learned more about sex education on the National Little League scoreboard in the sixth grade when some older boys taped the inside of a Playboy magazine to it than whatever went down in the classroom. What was that teacher's name...? Mr. Billups was the one I feared most with the paddle. I remember the holes drilled in it and a tape, or was it leather, grip. Don't recall any wrist strap in case it got away from him though. I was sitting in the Carmichael cafeteria during lunch waiting for an opportunity to lift someone's cinnamon roll center when there was a commotion and nearly a fight because someone called this boy something other than gender specific. His hair was starting to touch his ears. The Beatles had yet to set in concrete the long hair scene at Carmichael during the 63/64 school year. Today they call it ADD, or ADHD, and probably would have had me on ritalin too, but I think the biggest distraction in Mr. Yonce's class from my studies was having to sit next to Renee Walton. Anyone know how Sue Button (67) is doing these days? Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************** [I TRY to keep the following from happening. Here's a classic example of what happens if YOU DON'T 'sign' your entry. - Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) RE: not mine This is not my post - The reason I know it is not my post is because I never had Miss Brown for a teacher and I never typed a paper in high school. I have a feeling my post was 86ed. RM (67) ~~~~~~~~~~ from the 3/12/00 Sandstorm. Post is from Rick POLK (70) not from Rick Maddy (67) ~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Rick Maddy (67) RE: Favorite Teachers The teacher that I remember most at RHS, is Miss Brown (English)(Senior year I think). I remember in particular, the time we had an essay due in class. I worked so hard on that essay. I typed it, put it in a folder and all. Only problem with the paper, was when I went to punch the holes in it to put it in the folder, I punched the holes on the right side and not the left. Miss Brown gave me an A- on the essay. Said I would have received an A+, but it "looked sloppy". :-) That was still a big deal for me, as I was never an A / B student. Miss Brown had a certain style of teaching. You knew when she was upset, because she would rip her glasses off and let them dangle from her neck chain. :-) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PLEASE!! Eliminate this problem!! 'Sign' your own entries - instead of leaving that to me.. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Jeff Curtis (69) RE: JFK It was the Fall of 1963, the waning days of September. The leaves on the miles of sycamores that lined both sides of Cottonwood Street were not falling yet but had begun their annual flame- on. The days were still bright and hot but the nights had that crisp, cool edge that spelled the immanent change of seasons. Bob Avant (69) and I would reenact line-for-line scenes from the best selling album by Vaughn Meader, "The First Family". We even tried out for the part of the President in Chief Jo's production of "The Mouse That Roared" using the New England accent that was so famous. God, we must have seemed like idiots. The Beatles wouldn't be wanting to hold anyone's hand on Ed's "really big shoe..." for another five or six months. Kruschev and his minions were the bad guys. Jack and Bobby were the good guys. No shades of gray, no mitigation's. The global and national situations were very easy to get your arms around. It was the immediate dynamics of my first month of seventh grade that were unimaginably complex. I was at the bottom of a pretty tall learning curve that I was going to have to climb whether I liked it or not. Yes, the local scene was much more of a concern than anything Washington or Moscow could muster. However, that particular week one thought dominated my mind. He was coming. The President. The same guy that had Nixon sweating like a pig at a luau on the television debates. The guy that stared down Kruschev and sent him and his missiles packing back to the Kremlin just the previous October. He was going to stand up in front of us and speak, right there in the middle of the desert. Wow. This was huge. That Wednesday, as usual, I went to my Boy Scout Troop meeting in the basement of Christ the King. I wasn't in the best of moods that evening. I was already way behind on a speech assignment for Mr. St. John. I hadn't even gotten around to picking up any 3 X 5 cards at Dennison's yet. Mom made liver and onions for dinner I think and, you know, that pretty much sets an ugly tone for the rest of the evening. Plus, before the Troop meeting, Mike Crawly (69) had put me in a full- nelson for about 10 minutes and I was sure that my shoulders were lining up about two inches behind where they should have been. Ed O'Claire, our Scoutmaster, started the meeting and informed us that First Aid merit badge classes were going to start the next week. Also, we had a compute scheduled in two weeks at our "if-you-can't-find-anywhere-good-to-camp-then- just-go-here" campground in the russian olive groves behind the Rose Bowl. And lastly, our troop had been selected to provide support services to the pending JFK visit. My shoulders immediately popped into normal position. What was that? Did he say we were going to do something when Kennedy came? Mr. O'Claire continued that our troop had been tapped to direct traffic in the parking lot for the event. The parking lot? Although I was not familiar with the layout of the site (or even know where it was for that matter) I was fairly certain that the parking lot would be about as far away from the action as you could get. Well, we could only park cars till the thing got started because everyone should have gotten there by then, right? At least that's what I was hoping. If I had to traipse around in the hot sun waving people right an left in a dusty parking lot and then didn't get to see the President, well.... it was going to fall in line with the way the rest of the month was shaping up. And that just wouldn't do. When the day arrived Mom and Dad and my brothers got into the sky-blue '59 Ford station wagon and headed into the sage. The parking lot WAS hot and dusty. I was stationed at the far end of the lot and didn't even have a good view of the crowd much less the stage area. I was in uniform and because of the weather was in the "summer" version. I had severe doubts about the amount of respect and impression of command in the minds of approaching motorists, could be generated by the sight of a twelve year old boy in knee socks and a neckerchief. However, I dutifully flagged folks left and right for a couple of hours until the traffic subsided. No one was around to tell me what to do at that point so I wandered over and into the crowd. It was H O T! I was a dusty mess. People had taken the programs and folded them these funny looking, triangle shaped, pirate hats to get some relief from the scalding sun. Jeep, there were a whole lot of people with those paper hats on. I wondered if how to make them was common knowledge. You know like paper airplanes or something. Or did a few people know how and, everyone else thinking it was a pretty good idea, just up and figured out how to copy the process. Either way it still looked like some kind of low budget Water Buffalo Lodge meeting. But who was I, in my olive drab knee socks, to judge? One of the local organizers spotted my uniform and grabbed me by the arm. He told me to head up front and help usher. Up front? OK. Someone had constructed a seating area for the media and local dignitaries right up by the stage. There were several rows of chairs and a two-by-four railing between them and the podium. I was positioned at the head of one of the isles and walked folks to their seats for the next twenty minutes or so. This was great. I was now really close up. I was going to get to see everything. There was a distant humming that became a louder whirring that turned eventually into a whoop whooping roar as the President's helicopter came in from Moses Lake. The wash from the rotors blew the hell out of everything. Dust, tumbleweeds and paper pirate hats were flying everywhere. There were a couple of large flags on the stage and the American flag, old Stars and Stripes went down with a crack. The wooden flagpole had snapped in two on impact. Nowadays, this would have been associated with some kind of poetic irony. But in the Rob and Laura Pert innocence of the early 60s, this was just an unfortunate turn of events that required action. Et Wager (64?), with whom I would be a fellow Explorer Scout in a few years, was actually on the stage and immediately picked up the flag and the broken pole. He put them back together, set the flag upright in it's original spot and proceeded to hold the pieces in place with both hands for the rest of the proceedings. I'll never forget how great an accomplishment I thought that was. He had to have been very hot and very tired but he never let go of the standard. The whole problem became a non incident due to his diligence. There are probably a few folks still around that were in the front of it all that day. And a few of them might remember the flag blowing over. But I'll bet only a handful remember how that flag got upright and stayed that way. Sometimes the good stuff is really good because its so transparent with no special recognition required. Et saw a problem and acted to correct it quickly and quietly. Nice job. John F. Kennedy stepped out of the helicopter ducking below the rotors with his hand over his head like I had seen virtually everyone on the TV show "Whirlybirds" do several times an episode. Man, did this guy look action packed. He was introduced to the roaring approval of around 30,000 onlookers. Some with pirate hats still on their heads. I don't remember a thing he said. I really didn't even know why he was there till years later reading about it. That wasn't the point anyway. This was like a rock concert or something. And I had front row seats. He went on for a while and finally wrapped it all up. Cool. I had seen him from about 30 feet away, much closer than I ever had thought I would get. But wait! He was coming down to the front of the railing! He was starting on the right side and working his way left, shaking the hands of the front row group. I managed to turn sideways - left and squeeze in between to rather rotund men. As the President went by I could hardly see him through the guys in front of me. I stuck my left hand out and I watched as he came into view and grabbed then shook my left hand with his right. He kind of shook the back of my hand. JFK having gone further down the line, the two burley boys now on either side of me pealed away. I was kind of dazed. I had shaken his hand. Wow. Then I noticed that as he reached the far end of the railing, the President started working his way back. He was making another pass! This time there were no obstructions. I was going to get a fallen, up front handshake. I really wanted to have something clever to say to him. I couldn't let this kind of opportunity pass without trying to talk to him. I had been listening to the radio in the car on the ride out that day and heard a report that some nut (or maybe a student driver) had rammed his pickup truck into the front gates of the White House. When I heard that I thought about what it must be like to find out about stuff like that happening to your house on the news while your traveling around giving speeches and such. I couldn't imagine. But it gave me an idea. When he approached and was standing right in front of me I put out my (right) hand I looked directly into his right ear. He was talking to some lady to his left and had his head turned. But then he turned and looked right at me and took my hand. "uhhhh....Mr. President, I heard somebody tried to park his truck in your living room.... " All he replied was "Yeah" but his eyes twinkled and he smiled at me. Then he moved on. I stood there pretty much out of it for a while staring at my hand. The President wrapped up all the glad-handing and his helicopter wound back up and moments later he was gone from the desert. A few weeks later he was gone from the Earth. I was in Carl Schleer's homeroom class that November day when the horrible news came over the PA system. The school officials didn't let us go home but they didn't expect us to do much of anything the rest of the day either. I remember a lot of crying. I remember a lot of anger and uncertainty. I really did not know sadness till then and I still think that a lot of us were too young to have had to get that kind of a dose. It would be a lot better if you had the time to ease into the knowledge that downs can follow ups and sometimes in direct proportion to each other, sometimes not. We really got thrown into the deep end of the pool on that one though. The ensuing weekend that November was terrible. I watched a guy get murdered on TV. I watched the horses pull the coffin down the street to incessant drum rolls. I heard the bugler hit a clinker when he played Taps at Arlington and died a little bit seeing Jackie and Caroline watch John John salute as his father passed. The holidays that year were the most somber I hope I ever have to endure. Time could not pass too quickly. My parents never played Vaugh Meader's album again and Bob Avant and I started memorizing Bill Cosby's "Why Is There Air" instead. Eventually I washed my hand. -Jeff Curtis (69) ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) To Julie Ham Froehlich (77) Yes, Julie, the one and only Henry Yonce. Your Chief Joe Principal was at Carmichael earlier as a teacher and coach. He was great at both. I played baseball for him at Carmichael in 1965, his last year of coaching there as I recall. In 1966, Stan Scheibe took over the team. I think Henry coached varsity basketball that year also. In 1965 / 66, he was replaced by Bob Sterling. Henry became an administrator at Carmichael in 1966, my ninth grade year, and gave up coaching, later moving on to Chief Jo. Henry was one of my all time favorites. A wonderful man who positively influenced me. I spent lots of time talking to him and he treated me like I was an adult, which I greatly appreciated. I hope he is enjoying his retirement. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Gustavson (70) RE: Brotherhood of Paperboys Hands down, the toughest paper delivery in Richland was The Oregonian (sorry, Norm). My older brother Don and I shared a route with 95 customers. This was a morning paper that had to be delivered by 6:00 AM. Our route stretched from the Central Fire Station out to the The Graduate Center (now WSU Tri-Cities) on Harris, and it lay between George Washington Way and the river. Because the route was so close to the river, you had to watch out for early morning foraging skunks. The Daily papers were larger than the TC Herald Sundays, and the Sunday Oregonian was almost 3 inches thick. On Sundays, it was only possible to stuff 13 papers total into the front and back pouches of the paper bag we wore on our shoulders. When we got on our bikes, we could barely turn the handlebars before they would hit the sides of the over-stuffed front bag. This route did have its advantages, though. The customer base was primarily Doctors, Dentists, successful businessmen, and Hanford Managers, Engineers, and Scientists. We never had problems collecting, and the tips were great. The Oregonian paid its paper boys pretty well also. After the route was delivered, a trip to Spudnut shop was a usual occurrence, or one might go to Kaiser's Market and break open the freshly delivered bundles of racy magazines to sit and read a copy or two. In the fall and winter it was a common to get stopped by RPD now and then for a little harassment about not having a light on the bike. They must have been pretty bored. Or maybe it really was entertaining. I always called the officer "Sergeant" when I spoke to him, and that seemed to work. -Bob Gustavson (70) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Upton (74) I wanted to thank all the Bombers that came out to Giggles this past weekend. It was great meeting all of you! I wish we had more time to swap stories. One more plug.... I'll be at Harvey's in Portland, March 21-26th. Harvey's is one of the best comedy clubs in the country. I'll be opening for Rita Rudner at the Paramount in Seattle on April 28th which will be a great show! Thanks again, -Brad Upton (74) PS. To Tami Lyons (76): Thanks for plugging my CD, the check is in the mail. ******************************************** >>From: Doug Zangar (74) RE: Brad Upton (74) Count me in as a Brad Upton fan. We saw him Friday night at Giggles and laughed so hard my wife Katy had tears running down her eyes. Well done Brad - and a good CD to boot. -Doug Zangar (74) ******************************************** >>From: Anne Mitzlaff Gerken (77) Debra Dawson Fogler's (74WB) entry brought up dress and hair codes. Wasn't the change wonderful? You're right, students today not under a dress code, could never imagine how tight the rules were. Thank goodness the basic idea of it changed. Much warmer in the winters, and more comfy. Was the ASB president you mentioned Jan Gregor? Julie Ham (77) was right, Mr. Yonce was a good principal. He was friendly, respectful, and out and about in the hallways quite often. I never saw him looking anything other than happy and relaxed when he was among the kids. -Anne Mitzlaff Gerken (77) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/15/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 19 Bombers sent stuff: Mary Triem (47), Bill Winslow (51), Hugh Hinson (52), Loron Holden (57), Ferna Garoutte (58), Mac Lamb (59), Fred Phillips (60), Rose Boswell (61), Dick Boehning (63), Lee Upson (63), Carol Converse (64), Pam Ehinger (67), Jeff Curtis (69), Paul Tunnell (69), Linda Hensley (70), Steve Piippo (70), Kathy Wheat (79), Jenny Smart (87), Jennifer Tomaszewski (94) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) To Jeff Curtis (69) Your memo regarding JFK was great. You captured the essence of one of our country's greats and humanized your experience for us all to enjoy. Thanks. -Mary Triem Mowery (47) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Winslow (51) RE: Memories Remember; ~ Ice skating on Nelson lake in the winter and God bless Ann Pearson's (51) Mother for the hot chocolate she made for all of us. ~ Going to the Kennewick highlands to the peppermint plant and putting toothpicks in the mint concentrate and then putting the toothpick in a glass of water and it was still too strong to drink. ~ The Tucker? One of very few made that was raffled on the softball field in 1948 (?) ~ The haystack at the "Y"? Who blew it up? ~ The principal, Mr. Harris, at all the assemblies would have us all stand up and clap and say "Bravo". ~ Atomic Frontier Days when Kirk Douglas was there? ~ When the NY Yankees football team played the NY Giants in the Bomber football stadium? ~ The cherry orchard where Carmichael Jr. Hi. now stands? Did you eat any of those wonderful cherries? They were sprayed with DDT and if you ate them one might "DDT" before he got out of the orchard. HA! ~ My senior year, in the spring, Dave Hinson (51), Jack Fisher (51), Stan Quackenbush (51) and I skipped school and went swimming in the irrigation ditch. A car full of girls came by and couldn't believe Jack, Dave and Stan skipped school. They didn't mention ME! (must not have been a surprise) That's enough for today but stay tuned for more at a later date. P.S. to Marilyn Richey (53): Class of '51 also bought Mr. Kelly a bottle of whiskey for Christmas. -Bill Winslow (51) ******************************************** >>From: Hugh Hinson (52) To Charlotte Carlson Terry (52) Hi Charlotte, I remember the Hi Spot very well. Had a lot of fun times there and did a lot of dancing. By's Burgers is also a fond remembrance. When I was teaching in Bellevue, By bought and operated a burger place near the downtown area. This was back in the early 60s. My favorite teacher at Col Hi was Mrs. Buscher. She taught math etc. Also I enjoyed my LaPage, Fran Rish and Mr. Jones. My memory is getting well used so I better quit while I'm ahead. See ya at the 50th in 2002. -Hugh Hinson (52) ******************************************** >>From: Loron Holden (57) RE: Favorite teachers Wow the response to the favorite teacher is great, keep them coming!!! It looks like many of us agree!!! Since so many of us were in the first class at Chief Joseph JR High we must have some memories from there. We did get to vote on the school colors, name and mascot. So blame it on us. Two teachers at Chief Joseph I remember for a special reason. Both Coach Peterson & Mr. Merkle (Shop) owned very large paddles and were not afraid to line up the whole class and use them, as well as administering knowledge through the seat of your pants to individuals. These paddles had patterns drilled in them and left red spots for a few days!!!! The practice was to bend over, grab your ankles and take your spats. I wonder how today's educational system would treat this practice. I don't recall ever getting a spat I didn't deserve. -Loron Holden (57) ******************************************** >>From: Ferna Garoutte Hicks (58) RE: favorite teachers To Loron Holden (57): We were lucky to have several great teachers but some just seem to stand out more than others.... that they put up with us is a real test of their devotion, but the ones that stand out to me as the best were Mr. Reid, Mr. Dawald (always called the girls "little maidens" Miss Brown and in Jr. High, Mr. Hovey. Thanks for starting the memories on the teachers. -Ferna Garoutte Hicks (58) ******************************************** >>From: Mac Lamb (59) visiting my sister, Kathy (62), and using her e-mail address. RE: Another newspaper carrier story: 1953 I had finally arrived. My career goals had been achieved, I had just signed a contract as the new south carrier for the almighty Spokesman Review. "God I'm going to be rich". 57 papers from Benham to Williams and Goethals (now Jadwin) to Duane (now Goethals) .I only had to get up at 4:30 in the morning , get on my new Hawthorn bike, ride seven miles and deliver my 8 papers per mile. (I'm still not a morning person). Come home, shower, eat breakfast smile at my sister and get off to school. Somehow all of this did not seem to be nearly as much fun as it did when I had signed that contract. And guess what I was not making very much money. I really did hate to collect. Anyhow, this wonderful venture had really turned into a pain. Oh! I did forget to mention that my route included all of the men and WOMEN'S dorms that Janet mentioned yesterday. At the low point of my new found career, I Had an experience that may have changed my life forever. WOW!! I as an up and coming male was supposed to deliver my papers to the women in the dorms on the table in the lobby, however , being only 12 years old, my lady customers felt free to ask me to deliver their papers to their door. So, early one dark and dreary morning, as I was walking down those hallowed halls, there appeared before me the first naked lady I had ever seen. She walked right by me with a towel casually thrown over her shoulder, but covering nothing, and said "Good morning, Mac". Somehow I did finish my route that morning, got home, smiled at my sister and got to school late. Whereupon Gene Bernard, my 6th grade teacher, pulled out the original board, grinned and said "Mac, grab your ankles. I was proud of those two hacks. They and my naked lady propelled me on into manhood and a positive outlook on life. -Mac Lamb (59) ******************************************** >>From: Fred Phillips (60) RE: The Cowzenofskys In the Class of 60's picture posted in the Tri City Herald just before graduation, there were five (5) students shown and listed that we simply can't find and don't remember. They are Marilyn, Kaye, Lewy, Larry and David COWZENOFSKY. We suspect this was a hoax, perhaps perpetrated by someone who is now a fan of the Alumni Sandstorm. But who knows? Maybe the Cowzenofsky clan is really out there. Does anyone care to confess? Or, for that matter, have you heard from Kaye or Lewy recently? -Fred Phillips (60) ******************************************** >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) Regarding Don Forsythe's milk and bread routes. I babysat for them when they moved to West Richland, They were great to work for. The kids were almost always in bed and I just sat and watched tv. They paid better than the others too. Don was our milk man for years and then became our bread man. But I do remember partaking in some ill gotten doughnuts from the bread truck. In those days no one including us locked anything up. My friend Clifford Mckenzie almost got caught inside the truck. Don came out to do something and he was inside. I think he cooled it for awhile. But anyway Don and Annie were great neighbors and the kids were good too. Nice to see familiar names. -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ******************************************** >>From: Dick Boehning (63) Any of you "Golf Duffers" coming to the R2K Reunion and would like to play golf Friday morning, June 23rd, contact me at I have some tee-times reserved starting at 9AM at Columbia Point Golf Course, formally, the old Sham-na-pum. Green fees with cart is $38.00/player. Space is limited, so if interested, contact me ASAP. -Dick Boehning (63) ******************************************** >>From: Lee Bond-Upson (63) RE: Newspaper carriers There sure was a hierarchy in the newspaper carrier business. The Tri-City Herald was at the top, and I think the next best was the Columbia Basin News, with the Spokesman Review 3rd and the Oregonian 4th. The reason why, as someone's already noted - was the density of subscribers. The TCH was the most popular, so to deliver your 50 or whatever, you didn't have to walk or bike as far. Also it was in the afternoon, after school. Also, it was more expensive, so the pay was better. If you delivered any of the morning papers you had to get up at 4am. I did that for 3-4 years and I know it affected how well I did in school, as I nodded off about 10am every morning. The only thing better about the CBN (beside getting the sports and other news in the morning like God intended) was that the paper was smaller, and could be folded up inside itself, or rubber- banded (weak!) and tossed from the sidewalk onto the porch, with ever-increasing accuracy. After some practice, you'd be able to loft it just right, so that it would clear all obstacles, hit the door (announcing delivery to the occupant) and land on the doormat. On some stretches this could be done from a speeding bike. Whiz. Thump. Plop. Ah, another perfecto! I know my customers liked it because the tips got better. The TCH, Spokesman, and Oregonian were thicker and heavier, and tended to fly apart if slung any distance. I carried for the CBN in the route bounded by Wright, Putnam, Snow, and Lee, and later the route from Snow to Thayer, and Lee to Duportail. Are there any other CBN carriers out there who remember Mr. Butcher, the circulation manager in the mid-1950's? He was a good guy. -Lee Bond-Upson (63) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) To Jeff Curtis (69): Thank you for your moment by moment story of JFK. I was mesmerized all the way through it. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) RE: Teacher Well I'll put my three cents in! The teacher that I have the fondest memories of is Mr. Loss. I had him for Soph. English, but he also moonlighted at the KORD radio station. In those days it was the popular station, playing the Rock n Roll!! Well a few months back, I ran into Mrs. Loss. I work in a Doc office in Cle Elum and she was a visitor there. When I noticed that she was from Richland, I told her that I had a teacher named Mr. Loss, and guess what..... she was or is his wife!! (duh)! Well we got to talking and the ol mind kicked in and some things came flooding back!! The one thing that I'll remember most about Mr. Loss is the time when book reports were due. He said if your report was not ready go to sleep! Well... Gee I wasn't ready (didn't read much in those days) so I laid my head down and fell asleep. When he called on me I woke and said I didn't have it, he told me to go back to sleep!! I did too! But the bell was about to ring when I did wake up and found out that the few sitting around me were going to Leave Me THERE!! Some friends HUH!! If any one is interested I have his e-mail address, just drop me a line and I'd be glad to send it on! Bombers Rule -Pam Ehinger (67) ******************************************** [I messed up with my spell check yesterday -- Jeff submitted a corrected version today -Maren] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Jeff Curtis (69) RE: JFK (corrected) It was the Fall of 1963, the waning days of September. The leaves on the miles of sycamores that lined both sides of Cottonwood Street were not falling yet but had begun their annual flame- on. The days were still bright and hot but the nights had that crisp, cool edge that spelled the immanent change of seasons. Bob Avant (69) and I would reenact line-for-line scenes from the best selling album by Vaughn Meader, "The First Family". We even tried out for the part of the President in Chief Jo's production of "The Mouse That Roared" using the New England accent that was so famous. God, we must have seemed like idiots. The Beatles wouldn't be wanting to hold anyone's hand on Ed's "really big shoe..." for another five or six months. Kruschev and his minions were the bad guys. Jack and Bobby were the good guys. No shades of gray, no mitigations. The global and national situations were very easy to get your arms around. It was the immediate dynamics of my first month of seventh grade that were unimaginably complex. I was at the bottom of a pretty tall learning curve that I was going to have to climb whether I liked it or not. Yes, the local scene was much more of a concern than anything Washington or Moscow could muster. However, that particular week one thought dominated my mind. He was coming. The President. The same guy that had Nixon sweating like a pig at a luau on the television debates. The guy that stared down Kruschev and sent him and his missiles packing back to the Kremlin just the previous October. He was going to stand up in front of us and speak, right there in the middle of the desert. Wow. This was huge. That Wednesday, as usual, I went to my Boy Scout Troop meeting in the basement of Christ the King. I wasn't in the best of moods that evening. I was already way behind on a speech assignment for Mr. St. John. I hadn't even gotten around to picking up any 3 X 5 cards at Densow's yet. Mom made liver and onions for dinner I think and, you know, that pretty much sets an ugly tone for the rest of the evening. Plus, before the Troop meeting, Mike Crawley (69) had put me in a full- nelson for about 10 minutes and I was sure that my shoulders were lining up about two inches behind where they should have been. Ed O'Claire, our Scoutmaster, started the meeting and informed us that First Aid merit badge classes were going to start the next week. Also, we had a camp out scheduled in two weeks at our "if-you-can't-find-anywhere-good-to-camp-then- just-go-here" campground in the russian olive groves behind the Rose Bowl. And lastly, our troop had been selected to provide support services to the pending JFK visit. My shoulders immediately popped into normal position. What was that? Did he say we were going to do something when Kennedy came? Mr. O'Claire continued that our troop had been tapped to direct traffic in the parking lot for the event. The parking lot? Although I was not familiar with the layout of the site (or even know where it was for that matter) I was fairly certain that the parking lot would be about as far away from the action as you could get. Well, we could only park cars till the thing got started because everyone should have gotten there by then, right? At least that's what I was hoping. If I had to traipse around in the hot sun waving people right an left in a dusty parking lot and then didn't get to see the President, well.... it was going to fall in line with the way the rest of the month was shaping up. And that just wouldn't do. When the day arrived Mom and Dad and my brothers got into the sky-blue '59 Ford station wagon and headed into the sage. The parking lot WAS hot and dusty. I was stationed at the far end of the lot and didn't even have a good view of the crowd much less the stage area. I was in uniform and because of the weather was in the "summer" version. I had severe doubts about the amount of respect and impression of command in the minds of approaching motorists, could be generated by the sight of a twelve year old boy in knee socks and a neckerchief. However, I dutifully flagged folks left and right for a couple of hours until the traffic subsided. No one was around to tell me what to do at that point so I wandered over and into the crowd. It was H O T! I was a dusty mess. People had taken the programs and folded them into these funny looking, triangle shaped, pirate hats to get some relief from the scalding sun. Jeez, there were a whole lot of people with those paper hats on. I wondered if how to make them was common knowledge. You know like paper airplanes or something. Or did a few people know how and, everyone else thinking it was a pretty good idea, just up and figured out how to copy the process. Either way it still looked like some kind of low budget Water Buffalo Lodge meeting. But who was I, in my olive drab knee socks, to judge? One of the local organizers spotted my uniform and grabbed me by the arm. He told me to head up front and help usher. Up front? OK. Someone had constructed a seating area for the media and local dignitaries right up by the stage. There were several rows of chairs and a two-by-four railing between them and the podium. I was positioned at the head of one of the isles and walked folks to their seats for the next twenty minutes or so. This was great. I was now really close up. I was going to get to see everything. There was a distant humming that became a louder whirring that turned eventually into a whoop whooping roar as the President's helicopter came in from Moses Lake. The wash from the rotors blew the hell out of everything. Dust, tumbleweeds and paper pirate hats were flying everywhere. There were a couple of large flags on the stage and the American flag, old Stars and Stripes went down with a crack. The wooden flagpole had snapped in two on impact. Nowadays, this would have been associated with some kind of poetic irony. But in the Rob and Laura Petre innocence of the early 60s, this was just an unfortunate turn of events that required action. Det Wager (64?), with whom I would be a fellow Explorer Scout in a few years, was actually on the stage and immediately picked up the flag and the broken pole. He put them back together, set the flag upright in it's original spot and proceeded to hold the pieces in place with both hands for the rest of the proceedings. I'll never forget how great an accomplishment I thought that was. He had to have been very hot and very tired but he never let go of the standard. The whole problem became a non incident due to his diligence. There are probably a few folks still around that were in the front of it all that day. And a few of them might remember the flag blowing over. But I'll bet only a handful remember how that flag got upright and stayed that way. Sometimes the good stuff is really good because its so transparent with no special recognition required. Det saw a problem and acted to correct it quickly and quietly. Nice job. John F. Kennedy stepped out of the helicopter ducking below the rotors with his hand over his head like I had seen virtually everyone on the TV show "Whirlybirds" do several times an episode. Man, did this guy look action packed. He was introduced to the roaring approval of around 30,000 onlookers. Some with pirate hats still on their heads. I don't remember a thing he said. I really didn't even know why he was there till years later reading about it. That wasn't the point anyway. This was like a rock concert or something. And I had front row seats. He went on for a while and finally wrapped it all up. Cool. I had seen him from about 30 feet away, much closer than I ever had thought I would get. But wait! He was coming down to the front of the railing! He was starting on the right side and working his way left, shaking the hands of the front row group. I managed to turn sideways - left and squeeze in between to rather rotund men. As the President went by I could hardly see him through the guys in front of me. I stuck my left hand out and I watched as he came into view and grabbed then shook my left hand with his right. He kind of shook the back of my hand. JFK having gone further down the line, the two burley boys now on either side of me pealed away. I was kind of dazed. I had shaken his hand. Wow. Then I noticed that as he reached the far end of the railing, the President started working his way back. He was making another pass! This time there were no obstructions. I was going to get a fallen, up front handshake. I really wanted to have something clever to say to him. I couldn't let this kind of opportunity pass without trying to talk to him. I had been listening to the radio in the car on the ride out that day and heard a report that some nut (or maybe a student driver) had rammed his pickup truck into the front gates of the White House. When I heard that I thought about what it must be like to find out about stuff like that happening to your house on the news while your traveling around giving speeches and such. I couldn't imagine. But it gave me an idea. When he approached and was standing right in front of me I put out my (right) hand I boldly looked directly into... his right ear. He was talking to some lady to his left and had his head turned. But then he turned and looked right at me and took my hand. "uhhhh.... Mr. President, I heard somebody tried to park his truck in your living room.... " All he replied was "Yeah" but his eyes twinkled and he smiled at me. Then he moved on. I stood there pretty much out of it for a while staring at my hand. The President wrapped up all the glad-handing and his helicopter wound back up and moments later he was gone from the desert. A few weeks later he was gone from the Earth. I was in Carl Schleer's homeroom class that November day when the horrible news came over the PA system. The school officials didn't let us go home but they didn't expect us to do much of anything the rest of the day either. I remember a lot of crying. I remember a lot of anger and uncertainty. I really did not know sadness till then and I still think that a lot of us were too young to have had to get that kind of a dose. It would be a lot better if you had the time to ease into the knowledge that downs can follow ups and sometimes in direct proportion to each other, sometimes not. We really got thrown into the deep end of the pool on that one though. The ensuing weekend that November was terrible. I watched a guy get murdered on TV. I watched the horses pull the coffin down the street to incessant drum rolls. I heard the bugler hit a clinker when he played Taps at Arlington and died a little bit seeing Jackie and Caroline watch John John salute as his father passed. The holidays that year were the most somber I hope I ever have to endure. Time could not pass too quickly. My parents never played Vaughn Meader's album again and Bob Avant and I started memorizing Bill Cosby's "Why Is There Air" instead. Eventually I washed my hand. -Jeff Curtis (69) ******************************************** >>From: Paul Tunnell (69) RE: Favorite teachers Armand Boatman (music) and Mr. Harbour (sp?) in sophomore biology were my favorites. I also liked Mr. Dawald in Government. -Paul Tunnell (69) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Hensley Mount (70) I wish to second Jim Wilson's (76) nomination of Gerard Labrecque for best teacher. I never had him for French (that was Mrs. Sawyer at Carmichael), but he was our "fearless leader" for the Foreign Study League (whatever it was called) tour of Europe that I was lucky to be a part of after graduation. He along with another couple of volunteers ferried about 20 of us through 5 countries for about 8 weeks. Since he felt Florence was an absolute must see, yet it wasn't on the tour agenda, he hauled our group off the train (those that were interested) at about 3 in the morning and we wandered around until things started opening up. The baptistery doors at dawn was a moment that was worth the lack of sleep and the bad hair day (it was the 70's......). I don't think I ever told him "Thank you" for starting me on the road to growing up..... Merci, Monsieur Labrecque. -Linda Hensley Mount (70) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To Nat Saenz (71): Nat, What musical instrument did you play back in high school? -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79) With all the talk of favorite teachers from years past, are there any favorites from the '70's? -Kathy Wheat Fife (79) ******************************************** >>From: Jenny Smart Page (87) RE: Favorite Teacher Count my vote for favorite teacher as for Jim Harbour, who taught various biology classes at RHS. My favorite class from him was the Intro into Science & Engineering class we had to take to participate in the work/sudy program of the same name. So much of what we learned in that class really prepared me for the first two years of college. The two projects I'll never forget are being required to build a bridge that would span a 24" distance out of 300 paper straws and a single tube of glue; and writing a technical procedure for making a paper airplane that would fly -- the test for that was killer. The procedure was given to a classmate, who had to make and fly the plane. If it didn't fly, you failed. Thank goodness a close friend got my procedure and knew the only style paper airplane I could make (Thanks, Loren!)! Others weren't so lucky. The bridges were very exciting, too. We had to design them (how ever we wanted), test our designs, and then construct the final product, as well has write a full paper documenting our project (I think our report turned out to be about 30 pages long -- which I remember thinking was pretty long). Then we tested our bridges to see which group's was the strongest, by suspending weights from the bridge. If I remember right, Matt Rawlins & somebody else (sorry, can't remember who his partner was) had a bridge that supported something like 40 pounds! It was an incredible amount of weight, and way surpassed the others. But Mr. Harbour was more than just a great science teacher. He was also a fine role model and Christian example of adult life. When speaking with him, he didn't just give you ear-time; he really listened, and cared. His students weren't just a name in a grade book, he made everyone feel as though they had something of value to add to the world. He was a great leader in Mac Hall. But I guess I'm partial to the teachers of Mac Hall, as my other favorites are mostly from there, too: Dave True (trig & calculus), Ed Fankhauser (chemistry), Jim Qualheim (biology --- nominations anybody?), Mike Thrasher (physics -- long live the Physics Anonymous study group!), and the only "outsider": Karen Eitreim (German). -Jenny Smart Page (87) ******************************************** >>From: Jennifer Tomaszewski Seidl (94) RE: Paul Keith (96) To all at the Alumni Sandstorm: I just wanted to let everyone know that the Tri- City Herald, accurate as it can be at times, mis- reported on the events surrounding Paul's death. Please read the Montana News Brief from The Missoulian for the correct story. Find the article on Keith's funeral notice page. Click on "K" and then Keith's name. Sincerely, -Jennifer Tomaszewski Seidl (94) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/16/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 23 Bombers and 1 Lion today. Ken Ely (49), Ann Pearson (50), Annette Bradley (51), Carol Purkhiser (56), Janet Wilgus (59), Ann Bishop (60), Jackie DeVries (62), John Campbell (63), Joanne Sittig (65), Margi May (66), Lynne Taylor (67-KHS), Michael West Rivers (68WB), Anna Durbin (69), Paul Casey (70), Shirley Moore (70), Brad Wear (71), Diane Kipp (72), Lois Clayton (72), Valerie Polentz (72), Debra Dawson (74WB), Jim Rice (75), Kathy Wheat (79), Sandy Johnson (79), Jenny Tomaszewski (94) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ken Ely (49) RE: Newspaper Routes In the spring/summer/fall of 1945, I had a Spokesman Review route in South Richland; Abbott to Goethals and Benham to Downtown. I started at 4:30 and after finishing, took a nap before school. At that time there were only two newspapers with home delivery, the Seattle PI was the other. I agree with the others who said that collecting was the pits. During the summer, I set pins in the bowling alley at night and the days were spent at the pool in the park. What a life! Anyone remember human pin setters? -Ken Ely (49) ******************************************** >>From: Ann Pearson Burrows (50) To Bill Winslow (51) Good to hear from you - and I too remember the ice skating on Nelson's Pond, and the hot chocolate at my house afterwards. Remember that Pete Pederson used to come by with his horse and hay wagon to give us rides to the pond?? -Ann Pearson Burrows (50) ******************************************** >>From: Annette Bradley Forsythe (51) To Jeff Curtis (69) Jeff, That was a really wonderful story about your experience when JFK visited Hanford. Isn't it interesting how those moments in time can be so well remembered after such a long time. Your duty as a Scout serving as a Parking Guide in that hot, dusty afternoon of September '63 was well rewarded. Even without a close encounter, or touching his hand, none of us will ever forget where we were on that terrible day. Thanks for sharing that story. To Carol Bishop Horne (57): I had to think hard, but yes I believe it was on a stopover in Ketchikan off the Royal Caribbean cruise ship in the gift shop across from the dock. That has really been a few years, but you hit the right button. Yes, Don does remember Gene - there were a lot of guys who worked at Carnation during those 10 years Don worked there. We still are close friends with the Lucas family, whose kids and our kids grew up together and all (except our last one) graduating from Richland High School. Our last one graduated from Hanford. Thanks for recollecting that happy encounter. That was a wonderful trip, and we loved Alaska so much, we took a caravan with 5 other RV's (Lucas's also) and drove to Alaska in the summer of 1994. One little memory which has not (that I can recall) been mentioned (who except someone in the bread business would?) and that is the bread strike in 1950 or 51. Since the Richland Bakery was one of very few independent bakeries here, when the bread truck drivers went on strike, it meant that the little independent got lots of business, and that meant that even a high school, part-time driver like Don, got lots of work, day and night delivering to stores in the local area. It was not a long strike, but lots of work while it lasted (and a little extra green for Don). Hi to Bill Winslow (51) I see you have joined the group. How is the RV business? -Annette Bradley Forsythe (51) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Purkhiser Fleming (56) RE: Chief Jo I was in the first class at Chief Jo and I remember that we also voted on what our 'traditions' would be. Glad to hear someone mention Mr. Hovey. He was a great guy. He handled the 'bad boys' without raising a sweat. We could hear him coming down the hall to our classroom, and everything settled down to quietude as he walked into the room. Were you there when Jim Beaver sat there soaking wet? Mr. Hovey gave him a long look and Jim, shamefaced, confessed that he had jumped into the pool, fully clothed, on a wager. Hovey just went on with class. He had a lot of class. -Carol Purkhiser Fleming (56) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) Note to Mac Lamb (59) Had a great laugh about your "naked lady in the Women's Dorm" shock. I am just certain that is why when my dear friend took the route in Jr. High (Carmichael) they wanted a "gurl" to take the early a.m. route - this would have been a year or two AFTER your "indelible" experience. And this confirms that neither of you found the riches you sought delivering the Columbia Basin News, 5 cents a paper as I recall, but I know many of us have found that growing up in the Atomic City was decidedly "enriching" providing lasting memories to visit again and again. Thanks for the contrib. And this to Bill Winslow (51) What a jolt to the old sensory neurons - I had completely forgotten about the little glass vials of "Cinnamon Oil" stuffed with toothpicks - such a clever treat to share with friends and distinguish a mature "Jr. High-er;" not smoking, to be sure, but just another little "swagger" attitude thing. Thanks. And for any of you that knew the Bridges family: Kit wrote that her mother passed away last week in Hollister, CA - her father, William, passed away just one year ago - also her sister's husband, Denny Olson - a Col Hi Grad, left this earth last year, as well, so the entire family is dealing with considerable loss at this time. I would be happy to pass along any sentiments to the family when I write. -Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) ******************************************** >>From: Ann Bishop Myers (60) Attention Tri-Cities Area Women from the Class of 1960: We are going to be meeting once a month, on the first Monday of each month, for lunch. On April 3, we will be meeting at 11:30 at the Country Register, located at 7935 W. Grandridge in Kennewick. That is across Grandridge from the old Costco building. Please RSVP via e-mail to me, so I can make reservations. We are open to any suggestions for other places to meet in future months. -Ann Bishop Myers (60) ******************************************** >>From: Jackie DeVries Brown (62) RE: Memories To Annette Bradley Forsythe (51) I remember your husband Don delivering bread and milk to our house for years, (even North Richland - Camp Hanford) he actually brought it in the house and put it away in the freezer, with 7 kids we used alot of it. Is he retired now? To Jack Gardiner (61) Congratulations on one year of being a non- smoker. I have achieved 6 months tomorrow. Let's both keep up the good work. I know how hard it is. To Jeff Curtis (69) I really liked your memories about JFK, I wonder what happened to our Vaugh Meader albums, I don't think we ever listened to them again either. On that fateful day I was at a hospital in Seattle, I heard someone outside in the hall say they shot the president, and I wondered the president of what? The O'Claires were our neighbors for years on Farrell Lane, they retired to High Valley Park at Packwood WA along with my folks, and several other families from here. Ed was a great camper, our families went camping together at Wallowa, he could make wonderful meals over the camp fire, plus he knew good stories. He died a few years ago, but his wife Mary Jo is still at High Valley she has had some health problems this past year but is doing better. -Jackie DeVries Brown (62) ******************************************** >>From: John Campbell (63) RE: Brad Upton (74) Just wanted to add my 2 cents regarding Brad Upton. My wife, Marilyn (a Renton Indian) and I attended Brad's show at Giggle's last Friday. Not only did Brad put on a great show, but was very generous with his time in talking to folks before and after the show. Wish others would have brought their Bomber hats, so I could have said hello. Bought Brad's CD - am sure I will enjoy it. See you all at the reunion - look for the silver '57 chev and say hi. -John Campbell (63) ******************************************** >>From: Joanne Sittig Swanson (65) To Jenny Smart Page (87) Hi, Jenny! I read your comment concerning Karen Eitreim. I wondered what you meant by "outsider" and thought maybe you would like to know that Karen is now a principal of a very large high school in Lacey, WA.....North Thurston High School. I have gotten to know Karen through a good friend who was principal when she was vice principal. She spoke fondly of teaching in Richland. She has done a great job as principal. I thought maybe you would like an update on her. -Joanne Sittig Swanson (65) ******************************************** >>From: Margi May Legowik (66) Personal favorites in the teacher category: Best of Class: Tom Knudsen Best in English: Julia Davis Best in Bio: James Harbour Best Homeroom in Jr Hi: Vera Edwards More later. We were all extraordinarily blessed to have such terrific teachers -- including the wonderful Mr. St. John, Calvin Gentle (poor baby), Miss Swan, Herr Steuber, and the rest. Best of times. -Margi May Legowik (66) ******************************************** >>From: Lynne Taylor (67-KHS) RE: Reunion 2000 To Burt Pierard (59): I enter here ever so cautiously. Not unlike 30 years ago when driving into the A-City. Since my first view of the world was from the halls of Kadlec Hospital, our residence (however temporary) was on Thayer Drive, and my dad was an employee out in 'THE AREA'; I believe I have enough connection to Richland to offer comments to your web site. First, I'd like to complement you all on your web page. It has been a real pleasure to tap into this endless supply of humor and memories. My family registered countless miles Christmas shopping at Uptown. My mother, bless her heart, always purchased a few extra glazed goodies from the Spudnut Shop cause I would sit on the hump in the back of the Oldsmobile sneaking as many as I could before we got home in Kennewick. The thought of them still lingers in my mind.... Did you ever bite into one, find the biggest air hole and try to get your finger all the way around inside? I guess this is where I confess, the entertainment in Richland always seemed a little more fun. I skated for miles at the Rollarena, dropped plenty of Dots/MilkDuds at the Uptown theater and inhaled way too much mosquito spray at the bar-b- ques at Hamilton's house on G Way. I always loved going to their house, and the best Christmas displays were in Richland. We did the circuit every year as if it were the first. Fourth of July fireworks were at Bomber Bowl, I think. Yes, Richland was different than Kennewick. I think we were referred to as the Farming Community; amber waves of grain. Pasco, hmmm Railroad town?? In high school we cruised the circuit from one town to the next; met and made friends in all of them. I inherited the '54 Oldsmobile (after my older sister drove it and left for college), my girlfriends and I headed for the Rollarena; that after dark on the weekends became the best dancing place to meet boys. Zips of course was a magnet!!! We all migrated there, cokes were better when ordered through that intercom thing. My friend Kathi met her husband Jeff there. There always seemed to be a bit of competition between the towns. I must admit on the basketball court in the 60's, Richland was really good. I have never seen so many people jammed into one gym, as I did then. Didn't matter whether it was in Kennewick or Richland. Standing room only!!! Ear piercing cheers and squeaking sneakers. I enjoyed every moment. Oh yes, back to the reason I snuck in here. I moved back here 10 years ago to offer my kids a great community in which to experience high school. They both graduated from KHS, but like their mom before them, they made friends in all 3 cities. I think the multiple schools in each town have aided in cutting down on the competition between the communities. Actually, a little healthy competition is good! I am working on the KHS 2000 Reunion. I don't know who started planning theirs first, does it matter really? If I can talk one of my Richland friends into an invitation, I'd like to attend both. I'm working on a committee gathering photos from 1900 to the present. It has been fun seeing the area over the past 100 years. I found some great pictures of Richland events that you might like to use, should you have a similar display. Like they did back in the 40's, when most of our families started coming here; we can join together for a common purpose - creating the biggest and best reunion ever for our respective schools. I wish you all the best in your endeavors for a very successful Reunion 2000. Oh, yes, please keep the entertainment coming; I'm really enjoying it. -Lynne Taylor KHS '67 ******************************************** >>From: Michael West Rivers (68WB) I see alot of people remember "Sherwood Forest". For those who don't, you have missed a great place. I remember Gay (69) and Brad Wear (71) and others from the neighborhood had some really good times there. Gay, I REALLY DON'T remember shooting you in the b---! I do remember B.B. guns, but NO violence. Perhaps I blacked out, or perhaps the memory is so terrible that I have blocked it out. :-) Knowing my brother David, I'm probably late with this. Does any one else remember the pepperoni at Johnny's Delicatessen? Pepperoni just can't be found any where else that GOOD, or is it just me. Is it still there? I also remember when they sold "chocolate covered ants" as well as assorted other insects. And the "Fried Grasshoppers" were a must try. They actually tasted a bit like french fries, but MUCH crunchier. :-) Somebody in the neighborhood had "spider web" cookies, but they were a bit suspect. The bugs however were really BUGS! Now that I think about it I'm not sure if I remember anyone else actually EATING any, or if I just hope they did, mind blank again.... -Michael West Rivers (68WB) ******************************************** >>From: Anna Durbin (69) To Jeff Curtis (69): You have really done it again. What a great recapturing of that whole scene. Of course I was way back in the crowd getting sunburned, and I never would have been that quick on my feet to say such a funny thing to a President. (Did you really?) We just saw the President as a small figure. But even from far away, he really had charisma. I think I remember him with some kind of laser wand doing some kind of symbolic starting of N reactor, but I could have made that up. But I remember being in Mrs. Fredericksen's home room when the news came over the p.a. system. I remember crying a lot. We had seen him in person and he was our president. My whole family was glued to the TV the whole weekend and for the whole funeral and for seeing Oswald shot. I felt the country was never the same after that. We had all that idealism from "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country" and "Profiles in Courage" and then it was gone. I wonder if I had been a grownup then, would I have been as skeptical about JFK as I am of WJC? I remember when I was working during the summer, going home to spend the night at one of the payroll clerk's houses because she had cable, so we could watch the impeachment hearings on Nixon. We were glued to the TV for that too. Now, nothing grabs me so much. Was it youth or was it that we had larger figures on the public scene then? Sorry to be so long winded, but your piece really brought a lot back for me. Before I go, I want to mention Mrs. Jensen and Julia Davis as the greatest English teachers at RHS. I remember reading Hamlet and then Rosencrantz and Guildentstern are Dead with Mrs. Jensen and she turned me into a lifelong Shakespeare and Tom Stoppard lover. That was sophisticated stuff. And we who took languages can never forget Mr. Labrecque and Mrs. Harmon for French and Russian. What wonderful characters they were and are. Our family's biggest high last summer was when Mr. Labrecque let us beat him at Scrabble, once. Maybe we can never play him again. Anyway, Jeff, keep writing. You are, as my children would say a few years ago, AWESOME. What would they say now? I think I am getting out of date. Best, -Anna Durbin (69) ******************************************** >>From: Paul Casey (70) RE: Linda Hensley's (70) memories of our Foreign Study League tour of Europe Wasn't that a blast? I remember you had a birthday our first week in London. Remember the scenery on that train ride from France to Austria? We woke up in the early morning as the train was passing through the Alps. Gorgeous. By the way, to whomever I was sharing a Pullman with that night on the train - I do apologize for eating that can of sardines at midnight!! I definitely remember that little side trip to Florence with Gerry, while the rest of the entire FS League went on to Rome. Here we were - Gerry's team -wandering through the streets of Florence Italy at 0400, armed with a city map ---- of PISA! We were all a bit rummy and it took awhile for someone to realize why the street names on the map weren't matching up with the street signs we were encountering. Somehow we did find that Baptistery and the doors were awesome. We made it to Rome, too a few days later, and that's where Gerry took us to a sidewalk cafe where he introduced us to Asti Spumante Champagne. I still like Asti Spumante. Gerry made us all remember the Italian pronunciation of the address where we were staying in Rome, so we could give the taxi drivers our address to get back to 323 Casalina (our "home" in Rome). We'd say to the cabbie "via Casalina, tre due' tre". Of course the taxi ride was a thrill in itself, what with the way those Romans drive!! MAN!! The rides at Disney World don't even come close to the rush we got from those cab rides! We went to the Mediterranean Sea also (near Naples). That was another experience, I'll tell you. I quickly had my fill of seeing large and hairy Italians (most were men -- I think?) wearing a little black G-string for swim trunks. Hey Peggy Hartnett (72): Do you remember that picnic we went to in Steinach, Austria? That little town had the best French bread, German sausage, and wine! -Paul Casey (70) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Moore (70) RE: Teachers Does anyone remember Mr. Hepner at RHS? He was the typing and general 'something-or-other' (taught us how to write checks, balance checkbooks, etc.) teacher. I really liked him and Mrs. Burns the shorthand teacher. I still have the shorthand dictionary she gave me when I graduated. If it weren't for those two teachers, I don't know where I'd be today. Does anyone remember the Spanish teacher in 9th grade ('66-67) at Carmichael (he was young and hispanic)? I gave him such a bad time and I couldn't roll my R's so I transferred into Speech (the lesser of two evils). Both classes were a nightmare! Also, my homeroom teacher in the 7th Grade was Mrs. Keith ('64-65). She was petite and very young (possibly her 1st job out of college). My memory isn't as good as most of you; don't see how you remember all that 'stuff'. Keep on bombin'........ -Shirley Moore (70) P.S. - Hi Linda Hensley (70) & Steve Piippo (70). ******************************************** >>From: Brad Wear (71) To Jeff Curtis (69) It is very interesting to see all of the entries regarding John Kennedy's assassination over the past several weeks. I think everyone can tell you exactly where they were, and what they were doing when they first heard the news. It was my birthday, 5th grade, passing out cupcakes. Living in the Dallas, Tx area for the past 22 years I can't tell you how many times I have followed the route of the Kennedy procession in the course of daily business, and I never fail to glance at the 6th floor window. I usually take out of town clients down to the site and everyone reminisces about their where abouts when it occurred. One of the last trips down I was told about the theory of a shooter in the sewer system so I checked it out. If you ever get the chance to view the area, walk down the street next to the "grassy knoll" and you will see the sewer opening and see that the trajectory would be in a perfect line for the shot. The fact that the sewer exits onto the Trinity River flood plain out of view adds to the intrigue. It just adds to the conspiracy theory that I agree with. Food for thought. -Brad Wear (71) ******************************************** >>From: Diane Carpenter Kipp (72) To Jeff Curtis (69) Jeff, Are you a writer by profession? Thank you for sharing the wonderful story. You should submit it for publication somewhere. -Diane Carpenter Kipp (72) ******************************************** >>From: Lois Clayton Colton (72) RE: favorite teacher Frau Maberry was my favorite teacher. Does anyone know if she's still alive or not? -Lois Clayton Colton (72) ******************************************** >>From: Valerie Polentz Topham (72) To Steve Piippo (70) Re: Nat Saenz (71) Nat, Herb Hemphill and Gary Spanner held up our saxophone section in Pep Band - and we still have need of more instruments in the alumni Pep Band... -Valerie Polentz Topham (72) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) To Jeff Curtis (69): Thank you for the poignant, detailed recollection of JFK's visit to Hanford. Although I was not privileged to shake his hand, his presence in our humble part of the world was a profound event for me as well. Last year, Bobby Kennedy's son, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., came to the small town where I now live, Cheney, WA. He spoke to students of Eastern Washington University and to Spokane-area citizens who were interested in what he had to say on environmental responsibility. My attendance not only supported the anti-pollution work he does as a lawyer. I wanted to honor his dad and his uncle, because they also challenged the status quo, and I believe that is why they are dead. Kennedy politicians are by no means perfect, but at least they took a stand on issues and followed through with action. To Anne Mitzlaff Gerken (77): Speaking of taking a stand and following through with action, I'm sure it must have been Jan Gregor who was the ASB president at Chief Jo in the late 60's, early 70's, when the dress code was finally changed. Girls today can't even IMAGINE being forced to wear dresses/skirts to school, let alone being measured by the teacher to make sure it was no more than 3-inches above the knee! Kudos to Jan Gregor and to the women's movement (such as it was), which made life a little more fair! -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Rice (75) RE: favorite teachers Kathy Wheat Fife (79) wrote: "With all the talk of favorite teachers from years past, are there any favorites from the '70's?" Funny how perspectives on that question can change. I'd guess that the grammar and comp teacher (I think it was Ms. Davis?) was one of my least favorite teachers when I was in school. She was really tough (especially on smart-asses like...well, you know who you are). Now that I'm an editor, her ghost constantly hovers over my keyboard. She *still* won't let me dangle participles or misplace modifers (darn!). Stuff that she taught really stuck with me; I probably benefit from her class every day (despite the many times we said, "When are we ever going to need to know this in the real world?"). -Jim Rice (75) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79) With all the festivities some of you have around St. Patrick's day, I would love some St. Pat's recipes for the R2K book.... please send them to my email. Also, does anyone have a recipe for Key Lime Pie? -Kathy Wheat Fife (79) ******************************************** >>From: Sandy Johnson Woollums (79) RE: Kathy Wheat Fife's (79) comment about 70s favorite teachers. My all time favorite was Mr. Deatherage. My 15 year old has Mr. Deatherage's SON as a teacher, talk about feeling old! The 'older' Mr. Deatherage was a great and caring teacher. I think it was the only class I gave 100% in! -Sandy Johnson Woollums (79) ******************************************** >>From: Jenny Tomaszewski Seidel (94) RE: Paul Keith (96) Maren, The web address you gave today says that the site is not available. Is the story on Paul posted today? I am getting e-mails from people wondering where they can read the Missoulian article. I'm forwarding the Montana link. Thanks. -Jenny Tomaszewski Seidel (94) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Sorry Jenny -- URL in yesterday's Sandstorm had a typo.... Find it on the funeral Notices page... click the "K" and find his nanme. -Maren] *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/17/00 ~ ST. PATRICK'S DAY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 27 Bombers sent stuff: Anna May Wann (49), Betty Bell (51), Sandra Atwater (51), Kay Mitchell (52), Burt Pierard (59), Janet Wilgus (59), Carol Converse (64), Jo Miles (64), Kathy Hoff (64) - R2K Chairman, Linda Reining (64), Patti Snider (65), Karen Schildknecht (67), Sherri Daugherty (67), Pam Pyle (69), Phil Jones (69), Linda Hensley (70), Rich Crigler (70), Rick Polk (70), Steve Piippo (70), Geoff Rothwell (71), Anita Fravala (73), Kim Lampton (74), Julie Ham (77), Mike Mattingly (77), Kathy Wheat (79), Teena Stoner (79), Jenny Smart (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Anna May Wann Thompson (49) To Ken Ely (49): I sure do remember those human pin setters. I was one once. I think it had to be GAA gals in a PE class bowling and we had to take turns setting pins. I'd forgotten all about that. Thanks for bringing up fun memories. As for JFK being shot, terrible, I was with my boss in Ellensburg, we were heading out to Schaake Meats to do their bookkeeping and heard it on his car radio. We both just sat in the car too numb to move. To Jeff Curtis (69): I also agree with everyone else. Mr. Curtis should be in writing. Curious just what is your occupation? You are good. For the gals that wanted recipes I will e-mail you with some Irish recipes. -Anna May Wann Thompson (49) ******************************************** >>From: Betty Bell Norton (51) I owe several responses to people over the last couple of months, but will only get a couple done today. To Kathy Rathvon (63): Were you the first daughter of Lois and? Rathvon that live in the "A" house at 1223 Stevens in the late '40s or early 50s? I am behind in reading my Sandstorm, but was reading this one today [3/13/00], and saw your article. I live in the 1221 (south) side of this house from June 1944 until Oct 1949 when we moved to the corner of Kimball and Symons. It was quite a coincidence, if you were. While walking on my treadmill this morning I was watching a video of some of my dad's 8mm movies from 1947 to the mid 1950s, and saw a picture of Lois's daughter in her dancing costume, I remember my dad (Cecil Bell, Sr.), and your Mom trying to get the little girl to dance for the camera, but she refused. Part of the time she was petting a black and white dog. That was the second shot I saw of her today. To the person asking about the old movies of Richland I have quite a few of my dad's movies. I have put several together. One segment I was watching today was a 1953 play put on by the high school group at Central United Protestant Church. My parents, Cecil and Geneva Bell, were counselors, along with Fred and Geneve Suckow. I also saw (I think) Harold and Helen Harty, Myrtle and Warren Aldridge. Margaret Tucker Major (53) and that group was in the play (a black and white film), although most of dad's pictures were in color. There are scenes of the 1948 flood, building the dike, Easter sunrise services in the Howard Amon park (John Dam at that time?), ice skating on the river with Bonese Collins, Richard Boyd, high school camping at Mt. Aire, etc. I somewhere have the name of the person asking about old movies, but don't have it at hand now, so if he is interested he can contact me. To Tom Matthews (57) I saw you and your parents in some of the movies today, (and I would love to have the picture of your dad that you mentioned sometime ago). To Max Case (57) I saw Deanna today also in the movies. To the gal who has the original recipe for the C.U.P. fruit cake: I would love to have a copy of it. My parents were the counselors when the high school group started this. In my dad's life story that he wrote (at the request of our daughter, Kathy), he mentions that he read about a group of young people that did this to raise money. They started this about 1953, I think. The first year they bought the supplies locally and made and sold 150 pounds, I believe. They had such great success that the following years they ordered the supplies wholesale and sold 500 pounds, in various sizes. He talked about buying 2 big washtubs to mix the batter in, and made a couple of huge wooden paddles to mix with. Since the church only had two stoves, as they mixed them up the kids were running around at various homes in the neighborhood to bake them in. As we live across the street (1221 Stevens - the "A" house that now looks like a southern mansion with its two-story white pillars) our oven was always in use. The also began having a chili feed each fall, and made gallons and gallons of chili. To Paul Crowder (46) Yes, we did live in that house and I remember all of you. In fact your Mother and Barbara were both on the movie I watched today. I meant to respond to you earlier, but hadn't done it. Where is Barbara now? Guess this is more than long enough, so will stop for the day. Still have others to respond to - but will catch them later. -Betty Bell Norton (51) ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) Lots of memories of JFK coming to Hanford. Does anyone remember when President Truman visited the Tri Cities and Hanford? -Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) ******************************************** >>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52) To Charlotte Carlson (52) & Marilyn Overstreet (52): It was really good to see the entry that you each sent in to the Sandstorm. Having grown up in the same neighborhood as both of you, reading your entries brought back many good feelings of living on the corner of Williams and Marshall. What a great bunch of kids we had in that neighborhood. I have never heard anything about Andrea McCrindle since graduation. Do either of you know where she is?? Oh yes, the hutments at old Sacajawea - what a unique experience THAT WAS! I had Mrs. Grace Brown in 8th grade, and Mrs. Cottrill for 7th, or maybe it was the other way around! Mrs. Cottrill was my all time favorite grade school teacher. When I moved to Richland in May of 1945, I had a young teacher by the name of Miss Marks. I believe she had a twin sister that taught at Sacajawea also. She was so sweet and gentle - quite a change from the 4th grade teacher that I had just left in Spokane. She would march around the room firing times table questions to individual students, like 6x7 is???? and if the student did not answer promptly, or gave the wrong answer, she would swat with a ruler. Needless to say, she had me scared to death! I really loved all my Richland teachers. Mr. LePage take honors as my favorite teacher at high school. We are still in touch with each other via e-mail. He is in good health, still farming and still has a great sense of humor. -Kay Mitchell Coates (52) ******************************************** >>From: Burt Pierard (59) To: Gary Brehm (64-KHS) and Lynne Taylor (67-KHS) Okay guys, you sniffed me out. I wrote my letter in a semi-offensive (to KHS) tone to see if any of the old rivalry still exists. In the old days, Richland people would have leaped on the issue like a pack of dingoes, but alas, time and as Lynne stated, "the multiple schools in each town," has apparently watered down any vestiges of the old rivalry. Lynne summed up my feelings perfectly when she said "I don't know who started planning theirs first, does it matter really?" Arguments can be made both ways but they are of no importance. There is no doubt that KHS got their reunion off the ground first while Richland 2000 is still evolving. In fact, at our next R2K meeting this coming Monday, we will be adding two more events, namely Varsity Alumni Soccer Games for both boys and girls. Lynne, if you email me your information, I would be honored to register you as my guest. I will even pony up the $10 to get you a Guest ASB card. I am somewhat of limited means, so any others (like an escort) will have to pay their own way but I will gladly register them all. Please contact me as I would like to see if I can use any of your pictures in my various historical quests (I will be in Kennewick on Tuesday). Bomber Cheers, -Burt Pierard (59) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) To Jeff Curtis (69) Can't thank you enough for your entry. Your writing captured the event as if I were at your side in that hot, dusty parking lot out in the sagebrush. -Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) To Ann Bishop Myers (60): In your entry of 3/16/00, you mentioned going to lunch at the Country Register, across from the "old Costco building". Have they built a new Costco? Haven't been to Kennewick for a couple years and was just wondering. We always go there whenever we are in the Tri Cities. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ******************************************** >>From: Jo Miles (64) RE: Columbia Basin News I delivered the Columbia Basin News in the NE part of town for about three years from 1957 - 1959. Even though we had to bail out of bed at 4 am 6 days a week we always had Sundays off while the TCH guys were making rounds. I remember the monthly collection fee was $1.25 per month and a 10 cent tip was always appreciated. Back in those days Newcomer was pretty much the north border of the city and there were only two or three farm houses out on the dark remote stretches of Davison and Harris where there were no streetlights, only the occasional jackrabbit carcass on the roadway. A typical CBN route would have 125 customers. I remember the circulation manager we had was a Mr. Hamby who drove a cool Studebaker Hawk. There were 2 other newspapers in the hierarchy, Spokane Daily Chronicle and the Walla Walla Union Bulletin. Prior to delivering the Columbia Basin News I had a Spokane Chronicle route with a whopping 8 customers. Check with Don Doud (64) about the Walla Walla paper's circulation. -Jo Miles (64) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) RE: ALL BOMBER REUNION 23000 (R2K) CALLING ALL BOMBERS We only have about three months [99 days] left till the greatest Bomber Reunion ever. So, please send in your registration forms ASAP. Even if you pre-registered, you need to send in a registration form. And don't forget to write to or call at least one other classmate, friend, family member or teacher and tell them about the reunion. DO IT TODAY!!! The Richland SkySports (Bob Hannigan '60) is offering to all Richland Alumni during the reunion week, half price ($85) on a Tandem Skydive. For more information, you can reach them at 509-946-DIVE. Kathy Wheat Fife (79) and Tamara Baird Cullison (79) are putting together a Bomber Cookbook. They need your famous recipes and ideas. We're still looking for "old" Cheerleaders, Baton Twirlers, Flag Twirlers, Pep Band members, Bomber Artists and Performers. Who's going to have the COOLEST BOMBER CAR at the reunion? We need lots of help to make this the best, so please volunteer!!! Our next meeting is on March 20th, 7:00 p.m. in the Home Ec. room at RHS. There are Bombers coming all the way from Monroe, Clarkston. Seattle and "even" Horn Rapids for these meetings. So, come on all you "Richland" Bombers, please join us. -Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining (64) RE: Reviving "old" memories To Bill Winslow (51): You talked about cinnamon oil and toothpicks - I remember buying boxes of cinnamon sticks and "chewing" on them while in junior high at Carmichael - we though we were "oh so cool" To Ken Ely (49): You asked if anyone remembers "human" pin setters - I do - used to wonder how many times they had to get out of the way of an errant bowler not paying attention! Michael West Rivers (68WB) talked about chocolate covered insects and wondering if anyone really ate them: In '57-'58 I was in the 6th grade at Spalding and had Mr. Anderson - someone (can't remember who) brought chocolate covered ants to class and brought enough for everyone to have one!!!!!! I remember looking at that thing on my desk and knowing if I ate, I was going to immediately get sick!!!!!! As luck would have it, we had a visitor that day and I gave him mine!!!!! RE: favorite teachers: Someone has already mentioned Mrs. Jensen - I had her for homeroom English my senior year - great teacher! Haven't heard anyone mention Mr. Blankenship - taught U.S. History and was a good teacher, too - although at the time I didn't think so. Thanks for the "jolt" to the memory bank. Enjoy reading everyone's entries and really brings back things long forgotten, but glad to be reminded of. A lot has been mentioned about JFK and the day he came to Hanford - I remember driving out there with a bunch of friends and then the shock of his death a few months later - some things you just never forget - was on my way into "steno" when we got the news. -Linda Reining (64) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Snider Miller (65) To Jennifer Tomaszewski Seidel (94) RE: Paul Keith (96) who died in a car wreck in Montana. The site you listed to see the correct story from the Missoulian I can't get it to come up. -Patti Snider Miller (65) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Patti -- URL in yesterday's Sandstorm had a typo.... Find it on the funeral Notices page... click the "K" and find his nanme. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67) Just a little reminiscing: How well I remember the bomb drills in grade school. I went to Spalding, and we were all marched out into the halls, told to lay on the floor, facing the walls, and to cover our heads with our arms. I don't remember having to put our knees under us, we just laid full out on out tummies. As first and second graders, it was kind of a lark, all giggly and sneaking peeks at other students, as teachers walked around telling us to keep our heads down and that "this is nothing to smile about". By the time I was in fifth and sixth grades, it was old hat, and I was forever wondering why just the kids were laying on the floor in all that dust and dirt, and the teachers were still walking around, making sure our little heads were down. As if covering our heads would save us from an atomic bomb! And the really strange thing was that there was a little room, under the cafeteria, that had one of those bomb shelter stickers next to the door. I managed to sneak down there one summer when I was about 11, and it was kind of set up as a storage room, with folding chairs and boxes stacked against the wall. I always wondered, after that, if that was where the teachers were planning to go, in case of a real attack. It wasn't very reassuring at the time. And how many of you remember the 'smearing' sixth graders went through during last few days of school? It was a 'rite of passage' sort of thing that most of us endured, prior to entering junior high. The seventh and eighth graders would lay in wait for unsuspecting kids on the way home on the last day, and jump on them, hold them down, and smear them with lipstick! It was a real struggle, most of the time, but once it was over, and you had lipstick in your hair, all over your face, and your clothes were destroyed, you were sent on your way, with the knowledge that next year, it would be your turn to do the smearing! Luckily, I was way too quick in those days, and managed to slip past the guys I knew would be waiting for me, since I had an older brother. David Sonderland, George Rokkan and Ken Smith were no match for me when I was determined to make it home in my nice clothes. I was caught by the Little League field about a week after school was out, though, but by then I was wearing my summer clothes, so I wasn't too upset. Also, does anyone, besides me, remember the 'topless' swimsuit, on the mannequin, in the window of Robinson's, about '65 or '66? It was only there for a month, or so, but what a joke! It was a major scandal in the fashion world at the time, so when we heard there was actually one in the window of a store in Uptown, well, we all had to run down and look at it! And there it was: the bottom of a two-piece swimsuit with straps, about 2 inches wide, attached at the waist (front and back), that covered the 'strategic areas' as they went up and over the shoulders. Ho hum. What a let down, although I'm not quite sure what I was expecting. I mean, topless is topless! I just remember all the hype about it, but I can't recall hearing if anyone ever bought one. I'm pretty sure had someone worn one, though, it would have made the Herald! Oh, and I remember the granny dress, also popular during the same period, because I wore one to school in my junior year. Big mistake! It was floor length, and I was sent home immediately to change. Now, this seemed somehow bizarre to me, as most of the girls at that time were wearing miniskirts, approximately 4 inches in length, so floor length should have been a nice change. Not surprisingly, I was no favorite with the teachers when I came back wearing the same dress. (I had just folded most of the length up and underneath, and basted it in place.) I was told I could stay in school, but that they felt I was somehow "cheating" by wearing a dress they had said I wasn't supposed to wear. But, then, I was always pushing things to the limit. Here I feel I should apologize to my brother, Jim (66)... I know I was a major thorn in your side, Bud, but the beatings were worth it!! (Just kidding!) That's just the way it is when you're a rebel. Especially one who so enjoyed annoying her brother. A special thanks to this site, all the people maintaining it, and, of course, the ones writing in, for all the wonderful memories I keep dredging up, and dusting off. They're keeping me feeling young, and that's no easy task at this point in my life. -Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67) ******************************************** >>From: Sherri Daugherty Cooper (67) RE: JFK To Jeff Curtis (69): Hi Jeff! I am Sherri Daugherty Cooper (67), and I wanted to tell you how very much I enjoyed your recounting of the JFK visit to Richland in 1963. My dad, Jack Daugherty, was a boy scout leader from Southside United Protestant Church, and his Troop was also involved with helping that day. I remember hearing the story about Det Wagner holding the flag from another Explorer, Steve Watson, who happened to be my boyfriend at that time. Steve also shook the President's hand.... I couldn't begin to relay the admiration I had for that act, alone! I am sending my dad a copy of your story. I know it will also bring back the fondest of memories. He is a retired Federal Government employee... retiring from the US Army Corps of Engineers, where he spent years in Washington DC, San Francisco, and Italy. The seven years we lived in Richland, he worked out of their Pasco office...we were so glad that he had chosen to live in Richland, and why I am a grad. of Col-Hi! My Dad was one of Richland's staunchest supporters when it came to basketball and football. My sister (Karen Daughtery Buchanan) and I have ordered him an ASB card for the R2K reunion. Dad and Mom will be coming from LaGrande, Or., and my sister will be coming from the outer-limits of Walla Walla! I am making the trip from San Diego, Ca. We are all looking forward to the gala and seeing old faces (no pun here), and renewing acquaintances. -Sherri Daugherty Cooper (67) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) To Jeff Curtis (69): Want to add my thanks to those of my fellow RHS alums. Your essay on JFK was inspired - a very compelling read. I was there that hot summer day, as well, but cannot scare up a SINGLE memory of the experience. An amazing contrast to the assassination, about which I could write volumes, I think. Anyway, really appreciated your piece. To Shirley Moore (70): Mr. Hepper was the typing teacher to whom you refer. What a character! About 5' tall, and solid as a rock. I can still hear him bellering forth from the front of the classroom: "A! S! D! F! J! K! L! SEMI!" Believe he also coached wrestling and JV football. Also agree with your assessment of Mrs. Georgia Burns, business and stenography teacher. She was a wonderful mentor type; always took a great deal of interest in her students. I believe your memory of the Carmichael Spanish teacher may have been Mr. Lujan, a Cuban born man who achieved his U.S. citizenship while at Carmichael. Big on rolling R's, and a wonderful, engaging personality. He was my favorite of the Spanish teachers under whom I studied that language. Did his best to convince me to continue language studies and to go on and teach Spanish eventually, and absolutely would not be dissuaded by my apparent lack of enthusiasm for that notion. What a guy! -Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) To Jeff Curtis (69): Jeff your "awesome" recollections of JFK's visit stirred my memories of the end of Camelot. To Anna Durbin (69): Anna, I doubt that you would have had similar skepticism about JFK as you do about Clinton, had you been an adult in the early 60's. The media sheltered politicians and public figures then. I believe that Ben Bradley (sp), then editor of the Washington Post, and JFK had an agreement. If JFK would keep the Post in the know so they had the first scoop on breaking news, the Post would stay out of his personal life. Could you imagine that arrangement today? We feast on these people to the point where a great man like JFK may never have reached the office. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Hensley Mount (70) Re: Paul Casey (70) and FSL trip Hey... I liked those little black G-strings and those hairy Italians were definitely men. All part of the education......... And Watney's is still one of my favorites (I still have the pint). Hi, Shirley: Going to the reunion????? -Linda Hensley Mount (70) ******************************************** >>From: Rich Crigler (70) To Paul Casey (70): What's going on? You're trying to find doors in Florence and most of your classmates can't find the Annex in Spokane??? You're liking Asti Spittmoni or whatever and George Dana, Vick Marshall and Mike Franco are introducing the rest of the class to Lime Vodka?? You're eating the best sausage in Austria and the rest of us are eating Spuddies, salad burgers and teen burgers?? You're talking about fine wine... all I had was a mixture of what Boston and Qualheim siphoned from their dads' stock! I'm not even going to get into the pullman car and the little sardines!!! -Rich Crigler (70) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) RE: Teachers To Shirley Moore (70) It's kind of funny you mentioned those 2 teachers... Mr. Hepner and Mrs. Burns. I remember them both really well and yet I didn't have either one of them for a teacher. I remember Mr. Hepner, because he lived next door to my Uncle and I saw him quite a bit. Mrs. Burns I remember, because the Burns lived 2 houses down from us on McPherson (they lived on the corner of McPherson & Swift). I saw Mrs. Burns practically every day, as her son Randy (he was a year or 2 older than us) and I used to goof around together. Mrs. Burns was a really nice Lady and I can imagine that she WAS a really good teacher. -Rick Polk (70) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To Valerie Polentz Topham (72) Maybe the current RHS band can help out with band instruments? -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Geoff Rothwell (71) To Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB): I don't want to upset any of your preconceived notions about the women's movement, but it had little to do with changes in the dress code at Chief Jo. Nor, as a Carmichael student, do I remember Jan Gregor. There was a Carmichael-Chief Jo joint dress code committee that I was on in the 9th grade (1967-68). I believe that hair length on the boys was more of an issue that dress length on girls, but, of course, that was my issue. It was much easier to measure hair length than skirt length, anything over the collar (I think) was prohibited. We met and the administration changed the dress code at both junior highs. Whether our meetings had anything to do with the changes, I have no idea. Two things came out of those meetings for me: (1) I met Robbie Newell who became the love of my life in high school (she is now the #3 at the US embassy in Jordan) and (2) the irony of the length of my hair being a major issue in my campaign for ASB president in 1970. Does anyone else remember the junior high dress code committee? -Geoff Rothwell (71) ******************************************** >>From: Anita Fravala Griffin (73) To Shirley Moore (70) YES YES YES!!! I remember Mr. Hepner! He was a lot of fun. And Mrs. Burns, too! I still have my 140 WPM Shorthand Charm from her class. Talk about a lost art. It seems that nobody takes shorthand anymore -except me, of course!!! And I think the Spanish teacher's name at Carmichael was Mr. Garcia. I only took his class one year -wasn't too interested in learning Spanish I guess! But my favorite teacher in RHS: Ms. Larson and her dangling participles and double negatives!!!! She was a real kick - her class was always fun to be in! -Anita Fravala Griffin (73) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Lampton Kinder (74) To Shirley Moore (70) In '70 or '71 I had a Mr. Garcia for Spanish at Carmichael. He was a fun teacher. He used to wear white slacks and the class would all have a hoot because you could see the print on the material of his boxer shorts through them. He had a large reel to reel tape recorder that he brought in to play some Mexican music for us a couple of times. One of the things I really enjoyed in the class was when we broke up into groups and translated a fairy tale into Spanish then presented it to the rest of the class. My group chose "La Caparocita Roja" (sp?) Little Red Riding Hood. I also remember my family taking a trip down to southern California and Tijuana during Spring break that year. While in Tijuana we purchased a piñata which we brought home, stuffed with goodies and then I took it to school so we could break it during class. I don't recall if it was at the end of school year, or what, but there might have been a mexican lunch, provided by some greats moms, served that day also. We had a fiesta day as I recall. I remember SueAnn Jones' mother made refried beans and every body served up big scoops of the stuff thinking it was chocolate pudding. Didn't they get a surprise when they took their first bite. I hope it is the same instructor you were mentioning. Thanks for reminding me of him. -Kim Lampton Kinder (74) ******************************************** >>From: Julie Ham Froehlich (77) To Shirley Moore (70): Could the typing teacher your talking about be Mr. Hepper? I took shorthand from him in '77. He was a great teacher. Very patient and very nice. And he still is. I see him often - his grand daughter and my daughter go to school together and play on the same softball team! -Julie Ham Froehlich (77) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Mattingly (77) RE: John Laschepelle I've read some entries recently about John Laschepelle. I took some guitar lessons from him in '75 or '76 and to this day I think of him just about every time I play a jazz gig because the foundation he gave me was so valuable. My brother, Mark (77) played drums for him a couple of times and said he was one of the most humorous story tellers he ever met. If anyone knows if he's still around let me know. -Mike Mattingly (77) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79) To Shirley Moore (70): Mr. Hepper? He was a typing and shorthand "drill sergeant" teacher in 1977-78-79. I had him for two or three classes and must say, in spite of the grief I caused him, his input changed my life. I have been a legal secretary/assistant for most of my adult years and remember the days of taking dictation via a steno pad. I love reading everyone's input about teachers and how significant they are and have been in our lives. They are in a thankless position, and as for my thanks to Mr. Hepper, sadly it has come long after it should have been expressed! Does anyone know if he is still in Richland? -Kathy Wheat Fife (79) ******************************************** >>From: Teena Stoner Giulio (79) RE: Favorite teachers from the '70s Hmmm, I had so many now that I really begin to think of them all. My memory must be going because I can only think of one teacher that stood out for me as a favorite in Jr. High. I liked many of them, but Mrs. Mack was my rock. I never really talked to her in much detail about how troubling certain things were for me but I think she sensed it and took me under her wing. I liked how happy she always seemed to be, but she could get angry when pushed too far! Who else remembers "am, is, are, was, were, be, being, been, has, have, had, do, does, did, ... What's the rest? Care to expound on the thought, Kim Edgar Leeming (79)? :-) Jamie Sims (79)? I can only get that far but I remember shouting "MUST!" and banging on the desks at the end. Mrs. Sherrard also stood out, I think mostly for her hair. How DID she get all of that on top of her head? And as I've mentioned before, Miss McLaughlin, the Swiss Miss. You truly were fun. High school is totally different. Mr. Deatherage and Mrs. Hayes were stand-outs. They fostered my free spirit. (Thank you for helping me find the courage to be myself.) I remember Mr. Pierson as a fun Psych teacher, long before his recent glory days. He must be another Dick Clark, his looks never change. Mr. Blankenship was not necessarily a favorite but was greatly influential in some of my beliefs. And last, but not least, Mr. Hopkins, the band teacher. He had so much energy (he WAS fresh out of college) and used it to make us believe in ourselves, our abilities and to have pride in them. I have often wondered if the Bomber Band would be the multi-award winning group they are now without his influence. And speaking of Dick Clark, who remembers American Bandstand and the lip synching? What a hoot to watch all those performers playing their electric instruments and not even being plugged in! Wow, I didn't mean to go on like this. I guess one things bumps into another, and another, and so on. Any more teachers from the '70s? -Teena Stoner Giulio (79) ******************************************** >>From: Jenny Smart Page (87) RE: Frau Eitreim TO Joanne Sittig Swanson (65) and any one else that I may have mislead with my last note. In my note the other day about favorite teachers, I spoke of Karen Eitreim being the only "outsider" on my list. By that I meant only that she was the only teacher that was "outside" of Mac Hall (in the Foreign Language Hall on the other side of campus). Please understand, by no means was I saying anything negative about Karen. Quite the contrary, as Karen and her classes will always be among my dearest high school memories. AND: I almost forgot another teacher that sticks with me: Mr. Neihold, the driver's ed teacher. EVERY time I drive over a bridge, I hear him yelling at us (yelling because class was at 7:00 AM): "PEOPLE, YA GOTTA REMEMBER! BRIDGES FREEZE FIRST!!" And, thanks to him, I'm always extra careful when crossing a bridge, whether its cold or not! -Jenny Smart Page (87) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/18/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers sent stuff: Ann Pearson (50), John Northover (59), Jim Hamilton (63), Gary Behymer (64), Kathie Roe (64), Patricia de la Bretonne (65), Billy Didway (66), Barbara Gile (67), Daniel Laybourn (70), Rich Crigler (70), Shirley Moore (70), Dee Shipman (72), Peggy Hartnett (72), Kim Lampton (74), Jim Rice (75), Garrett Craddock (84) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ann Pearson Burrows (50) To: Anna May and Ken (49) I too remember the human pin setters - and you are right Anna May we GAA gals had to take turns doing that - hot, dusty, and scarey!! I had forgotten those days too - Thanks Ken for stirring up old - and I mean old - memories!! -Ann Pearson Burrows (50) ******************************************** >>From: John Northover (59) RE: 57 Columbian TO Classes of '57, '58, and '59 The 57 annual is on line under the '59 link... for those who would like to see a great looking sophomore class!!! '59 that is!!! There is a link to the '57 Columbian from the '57, '58 AND the '59 home pages. -John Northover (59) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) At the risk of being call blasphemous, let me go on record as taking exception to some of our recently venerated “Favorite Teachers”. I’ve got to tell you that certain of these teachers, held sacrosanct by some, are still considered only marginal to me. While I really, really appreciated the B’s they readily served up. The C’s and occasional D, I busted by butt to earn from Mrs. Butcher, Mrs. Johnson and Mr. Hubbard, show the difference between educating and handing out grades. While some of our “favorites”, let us peruse J.C. Whitney catalogs, and read Hot Rod in class, their "roll out the balls, and let ’em know when class is over” philosophy, wasn't really such a favor. Can't really recall what we were taught in Government, but then again a look at election results shows we weren't at all unique. I still think they shouldn't give you a grade in Geometry ‘til you're 40, and can show how much you've retained. For all the Helmer Olsons, Clavin Gentles and J. Newton Morris’ who would never make any “best anything list”, there's a reason why we didn't like them. Who did we really learn from? Just like those DI’s we all had in Basic and AIT. The nastiest, saltiest and toughest are the reason we're on this side of the poppies. At least that's the way I see it. -jimbeaux (63) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) To Betty Bell Norton (51): For yourself and all of you who have home movies of Richland, please consider having copies made and send them to Maren Smyth (64). She could archive them + have some stills made. What a treasure you folks have! [A treasure to be sure, BUT... Don't anybody DARE send me movies!! I have NO IDEA how to make 'stills" or how they could/would/should be archived!!! Send them to Gary!! -Maren] To Kay Mitchell Coates (52): Williams and Marshall? We lived in a 'B' house on the corner of Williams and Mahan from '43 to '46. P.S. Mrs. Cotrill is still alive and lives in Colville, WA. -Gary Behymer (64) ******************************************** >>From: Kathie Roe Truax (64) RE: Cheerleaders, Band Members, Baton & Flag Twirlers: I'd like to "second" Kathy Hoff Conrad's (64) recent note in the Sandstorm about needing more help for the all-class reunion. I'm especially looking for cheerleaders, band members, baton twirlers, and flag twirlers. We've got about a dozen cheerleaders, a dozen band members, and a couple twirlers signed up - we need more people. Talk to a friend and sign up together. The basketball game is going to be a day to remember. We've got two really great teams lined up and they need your support. Please email me today and let me know that you'd like to be part of the "big game". Thank you -Kathie Roe Truax (64) ******************************************** >>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65) How do I go about getting a registration form for the R2K Reunion? -Patricia de la Bretonne (65) ******************************************** >>From: Billy Didway (66) I, too, am amazed at the memory of Jeff Curtis (69) and his ability to write it down. He was able to write more about his feelings and happenings of an event nearly 37 years ago than I can about our trip to Japan less than two years ago. He has a true gift. Lynne Taylor (67 KHS) has an idea that should be carried a step further. With all the pictures and stories that she and others bring together they should have a book published about that part of Tri-City history. It would be a great keepsake for many people to own and share with younger family members. Also a boon to some of us who do not have great recall memories. By the way my brother-in-law is Jim Bateman (66 KHS). He has been talking about the Kennewick reunion for a year now. To Mike Rivers (68 WB): I have searched my clouded and foggy memory bank but cannot remember you losing a "winchester" in the storm drain. "Sherwood Forest" was a great place games. One of the favorite spots for kids at our end of town. Do you remember when the bus barn was torn up just to the north of Wilson? All the concrete was bulldozed into jumbled masses which made great hiding places while playing hide and seek games. Mr. Piippo is a teacher remembered because he would spend his Saturday mornings at the Chief Jo gym allowing all comers to play basketball. Lots of pickup, jungle rules game played there. As I recall there were six half court games that could be played at one time. He would also ref a full court game during those times. -Bill Didway (66) ******************************************** >>From: Barbara Gile Larsen (67) I've really enjoyed reading all those "favorite teacher" stories, and those JFK memories also! Having been raised in a staunchly Republican household - I was always a little envious of those friends at Christ the King, and later Chief Joe who could openly pledge their devotion to JFK. He was so charismatic! And, I was stuck passing out "Nixon" pamphlets for my Dad! (who was a Republican Precinct Chairman, or something like that!). I was especially not wanting the nuns at Christ the King to find out about that - as they were all so proud of JFK! I do remember the announcement of his death - one of those moments that is seared into your memory. I was in 9th grade girls gym class when they announced it over the loud speaker - there was an instant of shocked silence, followed by much sobbing. It was a very sad day. I also had Mrs. Brown for English (was that Nadine Brown?). She was nice, but we always seemed to have bomb scares while we were in that class. I was pretty sure someone was trying to get out of some major English test. I do remember one inventive classmate - who shall remain nameless, that showed great ingenuity in the "cheating" dept. We were to memorize a piece - and Mrs. Brown had us come up to her desk and give our recitation privately to her. This one particular boy was not prepared - so he deftly wrote his piece out on the white top portion of his "converse" tennis shoes. Because his shoes were hidden from her sight - he breezed thru without being caught! (The rest of the class was wise to this tho!). I also remember those numerous "bomb" drills - which I experienced mostly while I was in grade school. I thought of them again, when we relocated here [Where's "here"?? -Maren]. They have "tornado" drills out here that are very similar to the "duck & cover" drills we used to do. Happy St. Patrick's Day. -Barbara Gile Larsen (67) ******************************************** >>From: Daniel Laybourn (70) RE: new grade school additions Just wanted to let folks know about the new additions to the 70 web site of 3 classes from Jefferson... ... thanx to Mary Jane Smith Poynor for the photos (all the way from Alaska...) I'm still hoping for others from the class of 70 (Marcus Whitman, Spalding, Jason Lee, Sacajawea)... how about it, folks? Remember, this is YOUR web site... -Daniel Laybourn (70) ******************************************** >>From: Rich Crigler (70) To all the Mike Hepper fans: He is doing great -- you can't tell he has gotten any older - till he removes his hat - top a bit shinny. Lives in Richland. He was down at the track last nite checking out the 230 kids on the track team. I told him about all his press. -Rich Crigler (70) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Moore (70) RE: Teachers - Mr. Garcia - Mr. Hepper To Linda Hensley Mount (70): Yes, Nancy and I will be the '70 Reunion; we're staying a whole week in the BIG city! To Kathy Wheat Fife (79), Julie Ham Froehich (74), Kim Lampton Kinder (74), Anita Fravala Griffin (73), Rick Polk (70) Thanks for helping my memory out! Even tho I only had him for 2 weeks, Mr. Garcia (Spanish) must have left a lasting impression. Again, thanks for correcting Mr. Hepper's spelling. I guess I got it confused with a town called Hepner, OR in which I passed the sign to Hepner at least a BILLION times when traveling home to/from Vancouver to Richland thru the Gorge! And you were right, Mrs. Burns/Mr. Hepper were great teachers. For as long as we took shorthand from Mrs. Burns, we had to come to school dressed for success - never any blue jeans for us! Right again, I never (well, rarely) used my shorthand, but just knowing how got me started on my career. I always thought Mrs. Burns lived across from the Bali Hi Motel across from Geo Wash Way, Rick? Could be my mind is playing tricks again! [Hmmm, I was thinking Rick meant Mrs. HELEN Burns (P.E. Teacher) who lived on Swift??? -Maren] No one had Mrs. Keith, 7th Grade Homeroom (64- 65) Carmichael? She was skinny, short hair and Afro-American. Maybe after our unruly class she gave up teaching!! Keep on bombin'...... -Shirley Moore (70) ******************************************** >>From: Dee Shipman Jones (72) I, too, remember Mr. Hepper. I remember him being really short (of course I was 5'10") and I was his star pupil in one of his typing classes. I can still see my name way off the chart for 100wpm. He was a great guy and a fun teacher. -Dee Shipman Jones (72) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Hartnett (72) RE: FSL 1970 Paul, Of course I remember that picnic in the Alps, (as I recall there was some excellent Austrian beer involved) to this day I am amazed that that sort of trip was available to a bunch of kids from a small town in eastern Washington - what an experience and one that certainly changed how I viewed the world. When I lived in Paris 11 years later, I took several trips out to Versailles to look for the monastery where they housed us. That was very cold water in the showers. I finally found it and thought about the day we went to the Louvre and somehow I got left behind and had to get myself back to Versailles. I have never been more scared in my life. I could see Mr. Labreque was very happy to see me walk up that long entryway. He made a joke of counting me twice after that. I think getting off the train in Florence with a bunch of kids was one of the ballsiest moves any teacher I ever had made - today they would arrest the guy. Not only do I remember the Duomo & Bapistry doors, but I recall we also had our first shots of espresso that morning - WOW, wasn't quite ready for that. I was thinking about being on the second FSL plane leaving the airport in Rome and having to wait because Hugh Hefner was arriving in the Bunny Jet to have a meeting with some Papal envoy to discuss a Playboy club in Rome. As I recall the rest of the work just stopped at the airport while everyone watched Hugh and the Bunnies at the press conference. That, of course made us late to arrive in Madrid and I hear there was certain speculation that Labreque and his crew had parachuted out over Majorca - that would have been a stunt! And the last night in Madrid, when they took our luggage and we wandered around most of the night waiting for that very delayed plane, tapas, crab soup, steak and great Spanish wine. Were we lucky kids or what? -Peggy Hartnett (72) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Lampton Kinder (74) RE: Another Teacher Memory Other memories I have from Carmichael, is of Mr. Sherrill who taught ancient civilizations or something like that. When we covered Roman culture he held a day of Roman Olympics, where all the students competed in different events and won medals, does anyone else remember that? And then there was the day he had all his sections attend a screening of some movie with Sophia Loren and was it Kirk Douglas or Steven Boyd. Was the movie Sparticus? or something else? More great attempts by an instructor to bring the subject matter to life for the students. -Kim Lampton Kinder (74) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Rice (75) RE: favorite teachers Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) wrote "Mr. Hepper was the typing teacher to whom you refer. ... Believe he also coached wrestling and JV football." Actually, Mr. Hepper coached cross country in 1973 and 74, and won state championships both years. Not a bad record. (I think he probably also coached other years, and track.) -Jim Rice (75) ******************************************** >>From: Garrett Craddock (84) RE: Favorite Teachers My all-time fave had to be Mr. Deatheridge. A self-admitted ex-hippie like him probably was the best possible person to relate to a young 'long- hair' like myself. He gave me a D+ in Creative Writing, I recall, and I deserved it. I think I turned in only about three assignments all semester, but they were all A+ and hung on his wall. I think he understood the artists' mentality that 'you can't force it out' which probably kept him from flunking me. I'm pretty sure he's still at RHS - probably doesn't remember me, but I still have a copy of a poem I wrote in his class with the big ol' A+ written on it. It really meant a lot and gave me confidence in my own creativity. I vividly remember sitting in his classroom with Brian Kraft (BTW, if anyone knows where to get hold of him, let me know...) He walked in and said to us "Gentlemen, there will be no salivating on my new album..." It was Iron Maiden's 'Piece of Mind' (on good ol' 12" vinyl), probably no more than a day or so after it hit the stores. We were both absolutely floored! He let us come in at lunch and listen to it on one of those cheesy record players the school had. He also had a stack of classic old rock albums to boot - Steppenwolf, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, etc. I always will remember a poster on the wall of his classroom that read something to the effect of, "Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they've become yours." One of the real 'cool' teachers that I ever had. Honorable mention goes to Mr. Draper in 1st period Science Fiction for: Sending one of us out on a Spudnut run nearly every day, Giving me an 'A' for the day for being able to recite the opening from 'Star Trek' by heart, and for introducing me to Frank Herbert, Robert Heinlein, and Ray Bradbury. Ditto to Mr. Neidhold and Mr. Schwisow in Driver's Ed - I still remember IPDE (Identify, Predict, Decide, Execute) and still have the clean driving record to show for it, believe it or not! And, of course, I have to mention Mr. Hopkins for band, despite the fact that I got kicked out (again, my own darn fault). Also, Mr. Bunch (Richland Light Opera - I didn't go to Chief Jo) and Mr. Orr (Carmichael), even though I didn't have them at RHS. Learned an awful lot from them about music and being a performer that I still use. Great people all... I also took guitar lessons from John LaChappelle for a short time. I understand he also taught Larry Coryell (who I met at GIT in Hollywood). Now, here's a guy who could pretty much play a complete solo entirely in chords - jaw-dropping stuff to a skinny teenage rocker who thought copping AC/DC licks was cool! I remember his '30s era Gibson L-5 with one of the first electric pickups, which he had sent back to the factory to have installed. I will always remember him telling me how sometimes, he just liked to head down by the river with that guitar and a lawn chair and play by himself, just for himself. I learned as much or more by this sheer love of playing as I did by his 'orchestrated chords'. Inspiring...! -Garrett Craddock (84) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/19/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15 Bombers & 1 non Bomber "Looking for"... today. Kay MItchell (52), Marilyn Richey (53), Gloria Adams (54), Fred Suckow (55), Jay Siegel (61), Russell Sybertz (62), Bill Wingfield (67), Joe Aldridge (70), Rick Polk (70), Geoff Rothwell (71), Sheila Davis (71), Sherry Foreman (73), David Jackson (75), Jamie Sims (79), Cindy Campbell (83), D. Louis Hamilton (Looking for...) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52) To Gary Behymer (64) What a small world it is! I live about 30 miles from Colville and would love to get in touch with Mrs. Cottrill. I looked in the phone book and there is not a listing, so if you have a way to reach her, please e-mail me. I lived at 1108 Williams in the A house on the corner - the one with the redwood fence around it. My daughter and her family lived there until July of this last year when they sold it and moved to this area. To Betty Bell Norton (51): I believe we were in Girl Scouts together. My memory seems pretty foggy about who all was in our Troupe, but it seems like it was Troupe 44 and Lila Mae Olson's Mom might have been one of the leaders. Any memories of that? -Kay Mitchell Coates (52) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) RE: Teachers and Counselors The students who went to RHS in the late forties and early fifties could not go without mentioning Besty Carlisle - PE teacher who required every monday morning to have clean clothes, clean socks and your tennis shoes cleaned. If not done you got a points taken away from you. Then she would stand down in the locker room to make sure you took a shower before you left for your next class. The kids today would have a hard time with this lady. I always felt sorry for the girls who did not have athletic abilities because they suffered in her class. The best they would ever get was a "C" unless it was in the area of dance. There were many girls who were happy when they didn't have to see her face every day. For the girls who were in school until the around the 60's, there Mary Lee Hill, girls' counselor at RHS. The one thing you didn't want to do is to have to go to her office. You never came out a winner in most cases. She loved to have you stay after school for something you did or didn't do. Most of the girls had at least one run in with that lady during your school years. The teachers that were really respected during my time at RHS 49-53 were Mrs. Buescher, Miss Skogan, Miss Reddekopp, Mrs. Burns, Mr. Haag, Mrs. Burns. Mr. Dawald was a good teacher but you had to go into his class to listen not goofing off. Mr. Kelley was a good teacher but the kids could get around him. One of the most memorable teachers - which came my senior year - was Mr. James McGrath (art - Annual advisor). I was not into art but I was the co-editor with Bill Witherup (53) and had a great time working with him. He sure got you thinking about life, happiness and what makes you happy and told you to go out and pursue it . He had a great influence on Bill who has in his life has many published works in books and poems, etc. He greatly had influences on the art students at RHS at that time. I know of three who have been very successful in the Art world Bill Allan (54) Jim Wiley (56) and Bob Hudson (56). All of these men have maintained friends with him all the these years after their high school years. If you ever seen the annuals from 53-55 you would see the influence he had on our work. Those were some of my memories I had in high school of teachers. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Gloria Adams Fulcher (54) RE: Teachers Wasn't Nadine Brown "Miss" not "Mrs."? I had her for home room and dearly loved her. Mrs. Johnson, Algebra, and Mr. Wheeler, English and Mr. Kelly, U.S. History were my personal favorites. Believe it or not another personal favorite was Mr. Haag. He was always someone who would listen and understand if I needed to talk. -Gloria Adams Fulcher (54) ******************************************** >>From: Fred Suckow (55) To Betty Bell Norton (51) I saw you note on the C.U.P. fruit cake and chili dinners and especially about my parents, Fred and Geneva Suckow. Your parents and mine were pretty close friends in those days. Regarding the chili suppers at CUP: Somewhere I have picture of Bill Leach (55), Garth Wheeler (54) and myself doing dishes after one of those events. What a great time for all. Your Dad and mine made a number of movies during the early 50's and I am going to try to find them this summer. You have triggered so many memories. I'll have to follow-up on some of them. This web page has really been interesting although there haven't been many letters from the pre 55 group. -Fred Suckow (55) ******************************************** >>From: Jay Siegel (61) To Jim Hamilton (63) Each of us had "those special teachers" who impacted upon our lives, they may not have all been "good teachers", especially by today's standards, but they were all part of our education, not only as teachers of knowledge, but by being examples of what we should all be. Yes, some of them weren't the best teachers in the world or didn't have the best personalities, but each and everyone was there every day of the school year and many nights to provide you and me with an education. Some were brilliant but couldn't teach, some could "get along great" with the students but weren't that good as teachers. Some were gruff and unyielding: I can still remember Ray Juricich throwing (literally) an individual out of Driver's Ed for running his mouth. Did the individual learn how to drive because of it - no, but you can bet your bottom dollar that he thought at least twice before he did it again. Some were friendly and some weren't, some could communicate well and some couldn't. Regardless of their individual personalities and traits they all had one thing in common: they endeavored to teach us; not just "the 3 - r's" but about life itself. Some of us had teachers that were our "favorites" and some didn't. The important thing is that we were all very fortunate to have been cared for by those teachers - they all deserve our remembrance and thanks. -Jay Siegel (61) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Russell Sybertz (62) Date: Sat Mar 18 15:11:28 2000 Just found out about this site. Don't know how to get on the list for class of 62. Lord willing my bride and I will come to the All Bomber reunion this year. -Russell Sybertz (62) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Wingfield (67) I really enjoy reading the Sandstorm. To Rick Maddy (67): You asked the name of the Science teacher we had in ninth grade. It was Eugene Bernard. I had to look up in the 64 Warrior Annual to get the name right. I did remember that it was either Bernard or Barnard, and I wanted to get this one right. I do remember the large paddle with holes in it Mr. Bernard had hanging on the wall. He was the only teacher I ever had that used one of those on me. I still liked the guy. I wish I could remember the names of the other 3 kids in the class that met the paddle with me that day. As far as favorite teacher, I would have to give to Robert Barnard who taught us Geometry. He had a real calm voice and would not get frustrated if you said you didn't understand. He would just explain it a different way. He was my all time favorite. I met his widow at Richland Baptist Church a couple of years ago and was fortunate to be able to tell her that too. When we get home to Richland, (we live in Georgia now), I usually go to church with my Mom, Carol Wingfield, or sister Jan Wingfield McCallum (68). I won't be able to come to the all class reunion, as we will be coming home May 10th for my son Rich Wingfield's wedding reception. I was in Barbara Marinos 9th grade homeroom when we heard the announcement over the loud speaker that Kennedy was shot. It was a moment I wish never happened. You could of heard a pin drop. I think it had such an impact on us since he had just come out to Hanford. I don't have 1/100th the memory of Jeff Curtis (69). I do appreciate the article. I have saved a copy and plan on showing my dad, Truman Wingfield. I also remember Holland St. John. He was my Speech teacher and tennis coach at Chief Jo, even though I wasn't very good at either one. I see him playing at the Columbia Basin Racquet Club, which I take my nephew and nieces to when ever I'm home. I keep meaning to say hey (as they say down here) to him, but haven't had a good opportunity. Well, I wanted to keep this short, but I didn't. I do love reading the Sandstorm, and remembering about the old days in Richland. Particularly when I see names I know like my cousin John Wingfield (66) and of course you too Rick Maddy (67). Please keep it up. -Bill Wingfield (67) ******************************************** >>From: Michael West Rivers (68WB) To Billy Didway (66): Rats, I was hoping you could dredge it up. That rifle went so well with my "Paladin" side arms. It had little bullets you could slide in and eject. Any body have any of the "Paladin" introduction cards I gave away, those would have been "keepers". Do you remember the "wasp's nest" and the rabbit that hid out by there? I don't know how that rabbit survived the wasps. I thought I was going to DIE when I got stung on the head. I was eating on of those BIG bags of pop corn from Newberry's I think. When I got stung I took off for home, dropped my bag, stopped to pick it up and kept on going. Stung or not, the pop corn was SO good I wasn't giving it up! Hey to "Chas" Monasmith, I remember "sleeping out" over at your house with my brother, Dave. You guy's started a club and I think you called it "The lone wolves" (65). Later... -Michael West Rivers (68WB) ******************************************** >>From: Joe Aldridge (70) RE: Mrs. Keith To Shirley Moore (70) Shirley, I remember Mrs. Keith from the 7th grade. I always wondered what happened to her after our class was done with her. I remember she brought her husband in one day and introduced him to all of us. If she was smart she would have given up teaching after that. There was a day in her class when I was eating candy and she told me to spit it out. I did. On the floor. She did not quite know how to handle that. You and I were in the same class. Who was the teacher we had that used to say to you, "Surely Shirley would know." The teacher was a man. See you at the reunion. For what it is worth, and if any really cares, Carl Wilson was one of my favorite teachers in High School. He taught English. He also drove an Opel GT. -Joe Aldridge (70) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) To Shirley Moore (70) Sorry Shirley.... and Maren, you're right. I was remembering Mrs. HELEN Burns, the PE teacher at RHS. That Burns family was the family that lived 2 houses down from us on the 1000 block of McPherson. Sorry for the confusion. :-) -Rick Polk (70) ******************************************** >>From: Geoff Rothwell (71) To Peggy Hartnett (72): I don't want to sound elitist and I don't want to detract from the discussion of the memories of JFK, but I was with Labreque (definitely the most influential teacher in my life) on the previous trip to Rome, Florence, and Paris. Does anyone else remember that trip? It changed me from a nerd into a socially and politically activated person. Besides having crushes on all (almost all) the older girls (particularly Linda Hammond (70) the other thing I remember most vividly was July 20, 1969. Not only was it the first moon landing, I was celebrating my 16th birthday in Rome. While not as vivid as the day Kennedy was shot, it was as much aN upper as that day was a downer. I thought it was a small step to exploring the rest of the universe. I was sure that we would have moon colonies by now and be touching down on Mars. Isn't it almost 2001? Do people remember the moon walk as much as the assassination? -Geoff Rothwell (71) ******************************************** >>From: Sheila Davis Galloway (71) RE: Spudnut Shop Memories The Spudnut Shop was the first "real" job that I had. I was fifteen and a half when Val came down to the house and said that Barlow wanted to know if I wanted a job. Barlow was a great boss, he was always there for me and having a family involved in sports he was either letting me off to go to a game or taking Val and I to regionals or state. If my memory is right (and of course my little brother will let you know if it isn't) all of the Davis' worked at one time or another at the Spudnut Shop with the exception of Dad and "Wig" (82). I have a lot of memories of working at the Spudnut Shop, but the one that stands out is the afternoon I was left in charge. The dough was ready and I had already fried several Spudnuts... it was time to make some cinnamon rolls. I had seen Barlow do this millions of times so I thought I could too. The preparation was a piece of cake, but when it came time to fry them I guess I had cut them too big. Anyway, the rolls were so big that the "oldies" were coming in and asking to buy four to replace the tires on their cars. I was so glad that I was able to sell them all before Barlow saw them. Of course I'm sure he heard about them. We had a great time working there. Got any more old stories Mike? -Sheila Davis Galloway (71) ******************************************** >>From: Sherry Foreman (73) RE: Favorite Teachers of 70's Love all the memories of the teachers. My favorites were: Mrs. Linn at Carmichael. Didn't she make us act out the writing of the Declaration of Independence? or was it the "Constitution?" Mr. Garcia was great in Spanish and I believe he is still around here. I never forgot Como estas? Muy bien, y tu? Also liked Mrs. Duesner and Mr. Eastham. On to RHS. Mr. Hepper was one of my favorite teachers and is around here and attends a lot of the games with his grandchildren. His class is where I met my good friend Diane Fowler Lemiere (73) now teaching at RHS. I also liked Mr. Blankenship (U.S. History, etc.) and Minah Miller (English). Mr. Harbour and Mr. Fankhauser were wonderful teachers. I attended Mr. Fankhauser's funeral and Mr. Harbour was there. I'll never forget Mr. Fankhauser telling us NOT to spill the acid and that's exactly what I did. Chemistry was not my future. Mr. Harbour sometimes gave extra credit on quizzes if you could predict the scores of that weekend's basketball games. Too funny. Well, I can tell I'm 45. My mind is not recalling all that it should. Keep writing about the teachers. It brings back alot of memories. -Sherry Foreman (73) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: David Jackson (75) Date: Sat Mar 18 13:42:24 2000 Class of 1975?? Where are all of you? Hey, I'd like to correspond with some of my old pals from '75. Anyone know where they are?? My old lunch time buddies, Twila Shaw, Kathy Showalter, Mark Richardson, Gary Peterson, Dave Paul..... anyone out there? This all bomber reunion should be a kick; Great idea folks! -David Jackson (75) ******************************************** >>From: Jamie Sims (79) RE: Favorite Teachers It seems like many of us have memories of our teachers and that's the way it should be. Many are fond memories, others are.... well let's not go there. At Chief Jo, I will never forget Mrs. Mack - she was truly incredible. I can easily see how she touched so many lives. I was so insecure back then, but she taught me to stand up and believe in myself. She was the first teacher to truly show confidence in me. Other teacher memories, more for their uniqueness than fondness. ~ Mrs. Sherard - that long hair and the shirt that she wore on the last day of school that said "Leonardo, Retardo, Sherardo." ~ Mr. Bernard - he would come along and grab the short hairs on the back of your neck and lead you off for a "discussion." Only had that happen once - that was enough. ~ Mr. Piippo -boy did he have the "stare". One look from him and you would just want to hide. I loved him though. He was tough outside, but seemed to care about us kids and wanted us to toughen up, too. ~ Does anyone remember Mr. Boatman from PE and his big fu-manchu type mustache. Sometimes he would blow his nose, but not be totally successful in "cleaning-up", if you know what I mean. At RHS there was a whole new set of memories. ~ I will never forget one day when Mike Thrasher (Physics) patted his ample belly and announced to the class "I'm the Science Department's answer to Fat Matt Greenough!" ~ Poor Mr. Gentle, a tender soul who was abused mercilessly by some students. ~ Dr. Death, er, I mean Mr. Deathridge, then the heartthrob teacher for all the girls. ~ Doug True was also one of my favorites. ~ Mrs. Davis - don't ever be late to her class. Lots of great memories! -Jamie Sims (79) p.s. to Teena Stoner Giulio (79): Thanks for prompting me to write! It was great to see you at the reunion last summer! ******************************************** >>From: Cindy Campbell Britten (83) To Kathy Roe Truax (64) CC Kim Edgar Leeming (79), Janet franco (73), and Lynn Dodson Stedman (66) Hi! I'm working on getting more twirlers signed up. I think that I can get at least 5 twirlers that would like to perform at the big game. I will let you know more soon. -Cindy Campbell Britten (83) ******************************************** >>From: -D Louis Hamilton (CREHST Museum on Fridays) RE: Search for info If its not an imposition, could you post the following for a couple of weeks. If it's too long, I can edit it to just the request without the story. Thanks I'm looking for the address of an employee of DuPont (William Francis Hamilton, auditor) transferred from the east) who lived on Cullum Ave., Richland Village, in 1943-44. Mr. Hamilton is deceased. Mrs. Betty Hamilton lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, and would like to 'see' the village she lived in a year or so in the forties. She doesn't travel much. She remembers the street name and that they lived in an 'H' house with their pre-school son next door to the Carl Dodges. Her granddaughter, Jessica Hamilton, lives in Portland. We want to do a photo essay for Mrs. Hamilton. I was referred to The Richland High School 'Forties" site where a 1945 directory is posted and lists the Carl Dodge residence. We know the Hamilton house was on one or the other side of 313 Cullum Ave. which is much closer than we were beginning to believe we would be. It would be nice to be precise. Does someone have a 1943 and/or '44 directory with the info. If anyone does, I shall be pleased to be in contact. I may be reached at CREHST Museum on Fridays. Thank you. Sincerely. -D Louis Hamilton (CREHST Museum on Fridays) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/20/00 ~ R2K COMMITTEE MEETING TONIGHT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers, 1 Future Bomber Grad and 1 Bomber Mom today. Ray Gillette (49), Betty Bell (51), Vera Rodda (52WB), Mary Winston (55), Jill Butler (63), Marilyn Swan (63), Veronica Yates (64), Mina Jo Gerry (68), Shirley Moore (70), Brad Wear (71), Mike Davis (74), Pam Tompkins (74), Jim Rice (75), Kathy Wheat (79), Linda King (79), Teena Stoner (79), Kent "Wig" Davis (82), Renae Rust (84), Ryan Block (02), BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ray Gillette (49) To Ken Ely (49) The thing that amazes me about an eight hour shift of pin-setting at the Bowling alley was the equally amazing small amount of money we would receive for it. Little guys like me (and perhaps you also) had to earn that small pittance. I don't really remember how much they paid (was it so much per line?) but at the end of the day I WAS POOPED.... It was a good time though. Good to hear from you, Ken. Sorry that I was not able to be at the 50th reunion last September. -Ray Gillette (49) ******************************************** >>From: Betty Bell Norton (51) To Kay Mitchell Coats (52) Yes, I remember you, and a little about the Girl Scouts. In fact, I think I still have our scout book. I also remember Lila Mae Olson and her mother. To Fred Suckow (55) Good to hear from you. You, your parents, and Martha were always good friends with our family, and I (as custodian of all of Dad's thousands of pictures and slides, and all his movies) have lots of memories of our years here. We came in June 1944, and although Mom and Dad are gone, Bill and I, our 4 children, 5 granddaughters, 2 great- grandsons and 2 great-granddaughters and various spouses, still live in the area!! This is a great idea, and I look forward each day to remembering with all of you. Thanks Maren and Gary and everyone else that helps out!! -Betty Bell Norton (51) ******************************************** >>From: Vera Rodda Simonton (52WB) RE: Favorite teacher My favorite teacher had to be Walter LePage. I talked him into letting me be in his Aeronautics class early. Then went on to take private flying lessons from him. I remember his infinite patience! At that time he was starting his farm across the River and would fly to the Richland airport and drive into school. He came to our Civil Air Patrol reunion in July, 1997 and was as gracious as I remembered him to be. Nellie Flynn kicked me out of her class and Mrs. McCabe, who had been my 7th grade teacher, at Marcus Whitman, rescued me from the "office" and put me in her General Math class, so she rates high too! Thanks again to all of you for the Sandstorm. -Vera Rodda Simonton (would have been) "52" ******************************************** >>From: Mary Winston Wymer (55) RE: Favorite teachers To Loron Holden (57) Your mention of Coach Peterson brought back one of my life's embarrassing moments. At a pep assembly in 9th grade at Chief Jo I stood in front of a microphone to introduce him and out came "Peach Coderson" instead of "Coach Peterson." I think that moniker stuck with him at least the rest of that school year. I, unfortunately, didn't have the advantage of having Mr. St. John for speech class and it took me many years to feel comfortable in front of a mike. -Mary Winston Wymer (55) ******************************************** >>From: Jill Butler Hill (63) RE: Biology teacher at Chief Jo Does anyone remember the biology teacher at Chief Joseph. She had all of these weird facial expressions and she was always reaching in her dress to adjust her bra (I guess). When she stepped out of the room I ran up and mimicked her. I don't think she ever caught me doing that but I did spend some time in the hallway. I certainly can't remember why?? Also Mr. Briggs, Spanish teacher at Col Hi. After my junior year he bargained with me to give me a C if I promised not to take Spanish my senior year. Apparently, I found a lot of humor in Spanish and I couldn't roll by "R"s. I'll be at the Monday night meeting. Hope to see a lot of you there. -Jill Butler Hill (63) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Swan Beddo (63) RE: Chief Jo & Mrs. Cottrill To Kay Mitchell Coates (52) I remember having Mrs. Cottrill in either 8th or 9th grade English or Literature. I remember her telling us something, although I don't recall what may have prompted the discussion. Anyhow, she was telling us that during our lifetimes we would make many acquaintances, but we should count ourselves lucky to have one really true friend that would stick by us "no matter what" through thick and thin. For some reason that saying has stuck with me all these years. People come and go through our lives, some stay with us. I still have many of my close friends that I had in high school, and still stay in contact with them, must be a "Richland" thing, even though we are all scattered around the country. Many people I've met later on in life have a hard time believing I still keep in contact with those I knew from high school. I consider myself blessed with those friendships (you know who you are!). May sound silly to some, and I have no idea why Mrs. Cottrill said that, any others remember her saying that and what prompted the discussion? It's strange how something said in such innocence will stay with you for years. -Marilyn Swan Beddo (63) ******************************************** >>From: Veronica Yates Jones (64) GO ZAGS!! -Veronica "Ronnie" Yates Jones (ColHi'64, GU'68) ******************************************** >>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) I have a long list of memorable teachers, too. Some were favorites and some were just memorable: ~ Mrs. Baudendistal, 7th grade homeroom - memorizing poetry and having to write it word for word on Fridays, complete with punctuation, certainly honed my memory skills. Lines from "Annabelle Lee," The Wreck of the Hesperus," and "Flanders Field" are still with me. She also taught us how to "speak" not recite poetry. ~ Mr. Olson, 7th grade, too, who caught me reading a novel behind my social studies book and took it away with great flourish, and told a joke that no one understood: "What state is this class in?" Answer from the class: "Washington" Answer from him: "The state of confusion." I think it was after a particularly poor class showing on a test. Way over our heads. ~ Mrs. Keith, who I had forgotten until she was mentioned recently, for 9th grade Spanish. She was so ladylike and soft spoken. I think her husband was in the military. I do remember that she was the first pregnant teach that I ever knew. Her husband came home on leave and guess what!! ~ Ken Hughes, band, with his wing tips and narrow ties, a bachelor teacher who was right up to date on fashion. He would take time in class to let us talk about the things that impacted our school life, like the day a 9th grade boy was sent home for wearing a Beatle haircut. Small potatoes today, but important back then. I could go on and on, just like the rest of us, I am sure, but I'll stop here. -Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Moore (70) RE: Mrs. Keith To Joe Aldridge (70) I knew somebody was out there who remembers Mrs. Keith! I'm sorry, Joe, my mind is blank when it comes to who said, "Surely Shirley...". What else is new! See you at the 30th! To Sherry Foreman (73) Next time you see Mr. Hepper, say 'hello' & ask if he remembers the Moore twins (70). He was a hoot! Through the Alumni Sandstorm, I was able to connect with a long, lost friend from Lewis & Clark - Nancy Burrill. Keep up the good work putting together the Alumni Sandstorm! Keep on bombin'....... -Shirley Moore (70) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Wear (71) Since people are still adding favorite teachers of the 60's and 70's I'll throw mine in as well. Chief Jo: ~ Jim Thornsberry - great wrestling coach ~ Mike Mathews - Math ~ Norm Johnson - Math ~ Norm Bell - Science ~ Ruth Greenfield - Spanish, what a trip! ~ Gene Bernard Counselor Col-Hi: ~ Mike Hepper - General Business ~ Bernice Wiley - Typing ~ Nadine Brown - English ~ JD Covington - Math and fellow Marine Mike Mathews and Gene Bernard probably had the most profound effect on my life. They were two great men. -Brad Wear (71) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) RE: Spudnut Shop My sister, Sheila (71), apparently has been eating some undercooked Spudnuts. It was "Jumbo" who did not work at the Spudnut Shop, not "Wig". [See "Wig's" entry later in this Sandstorm. -Maren] I remember Pat Hoke, my brother Steve, and I would go to the Spudnut Shop after basketball practice for a little "snack." Back in those days, Val would work after school and close the place up. She would always leave the grill on in anticipation of our after practice visits at which time she would create the famous "Spudnut Trash Burger." I believe the credit for the creation of this monster burger lies with former Spudnutter, Paul Sinclair. Thank you, Paul. Anyway the trash burger had everything - in fact, I think it had double everything - 2 patties, ham slices, bacon strips, cheese, pickles, lettuce, onion, tomato, etc. Heck, it probably even had a Spudnut in there somewhere. It made a Big Mac look like finger food! They were quite a tasty little tidbit after a long hard practice with Teverbaugh. When we finished Val would close up the shop and we'd head home to have some dinner! I could never understand why I gained about 25 pounds between my sophomore and junior years. Trash Burgers, ya think? -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Tompkins (74) This is my first time writing to the Sandstorm, but I saw your name and wondered, Were you a teacher at Chief Joe? I have fond memories of this wonderful teacher that seemed to understand my inability to learn Algebra. He let me assist other students in there learning by explaining to them what he taught, though I myself could never understand it. I remember assisting a fellow student Don Brown. He was struggling, I spent several days working with him and teaching him Mr. Bell had explained. Don passed the class with flying colors. I on the other hand got a D. To this day, Algebra makes no sense to me, but I have helped my two kids learn it, by remembering what Mr. Bell taught. Anyone remember Ms. Larson? Best math teacher I ever had a Col High. Even though she was my English teacher. Nice lady. -Pam Tompkins (74) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Rice (75) RE: Cal Gentle Jamie Sims (79) wrote: "Poor Mr. Gentle, a tender soul who was abused mercilessly by some students." I have to confess, I wasn't the nicest person to Mr. Gentle, as I'm sure others could testify. But a funny thing happened a few years after I graduated. I was an RA at Seattle U., and Cal's son, Walter, was on my floor. One weekend, Walter went off with some buddies, camping or something. Cal called, all worried that his kid was in deathly trouble. When Walter showed up a few hours later (fine, of course), I called Cal to let him know everything was okay. [OK, Jim, I give up. What's an "RA"? -Maren] A year or so later, when I was graduating, my folks walked up and handed me a package. "This is from Cal Gentle." I opened it, and he had bought me a briefcase, in gratitude for "taking care of my son." After the way I'd treated him when I was in high school, I felt pretty bad. I still have the briefcase, and even use it on the once-every-five- years occasion when I need one. PS -- There's a Bomber on the Gonzaga Bulldog bench these days, as they head into the Sweet 16. A guy named Leon Rice (81) is the Zag assistant coach. (Go Bro!) -Jim Rice (75) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79) To Linda Reining (64) We recently took a trip to Seattle, stopped at Miner's in Yakima then at a local gas station.... we hadn't seen cinnamon toothpicks since we were kids and found some, $.25 a pack!. Our kids loved em and they even have a website What a memory! [Linda, Went to that website. What appears on screen: "Cinnamon Picks Home Page" - that's it!! -Maren] To Teena Stoner Giulio (79): Mrs. Mack, another teacher with big impact in our young lives! Now what were all those words anyway, helping verbs? "Am is are was were, be being been, has have had, do does did, may might, can could, shall should, will would, MUST!!!" (a pause at each comma) I remembered it! even taught it to my kids. To all the class of '79: Tamara Baird (79) and I are planning on being in Richland that weekend, hope to see you all at the R2K. -Kathy Wheat Fife (79) ******************************************** >>From: Linda King Goetz (79) RE: Teachers I was pleased to hear about Karen Eitreim. I think she was in her 1st or 2nd year of teaching when I had her. I remember her being an energetic and caring teacher. Does anyone from the classes of 78, 79 or 80 remember going to Leavenworth with her? I just have a faded memory of it but recall something about camping and cold showers. I'm back tracking but wanted to mention the Carmichael school store. I remember buying bazooka bubble gum by the handful. As I recall it was on the honor system and Mr. Chitty would ask you how many you had and then would say, every time, "two for a nickel, five for a dime, when you get rich come see me sometime". I never paid more than a dime for the handfuls I had and have felt a bit guilty about that ever since! -Linda King Goetz (79) ******************************************** >>From: Teena Stoner Giulio (79) RE: Favorite teachers Response to Jim Hamilton's (63) entry. As I was reading what you said, it occurred to me that you were right in most respects. The teachers that have remained in my memory the longest are the ones that taught me the most, book- wise, usually by not being lenient. Others, which is where we differ in opinion, for teaching me about life's situations and how to deal others, and ourselves. And, maybe for that reason, is why "we are on this side of the poppies". To Jamie Sims (79) It was good to see you too! Thanks for the great conversation. And yes I do remember Mr. Boatman, not as my P.E. teacher, obviously. But as one of those interesting "characters." He frequented an establishment my Mom worked at so I got to see him out of the school setting. He was really funny. And likable. Luckily, I never got to experience the not-so-clean 'stache, just the huge smile that was under it. No takers on finishing the "am, is, are, was,..." song? -Teena Stoner Giulio (79) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Teena, Linda Reining (64) answered today. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Kent "Wig" Davis (82) To Sister, Sheila Galloway (71) Quick correction: Your brother Wig's first job (15 and a half) was at the Spudnut Shop. Worked there for 8 months or so until baseball season started. From the I jumped right into my profession at Mayfair Market on Wright Street in Richland. Jumbo would be the only Davis to not grace the hollowed halls of Spudnut land. He would be unable to handle the heat and pressure of the job. My memories of the Spudnut Shop are fond and have served me well in my management career. No one on God's green earth had the ability to scare the living crap out of a 15 year old more than Barlow. You had better bring your A game and hustle. Val was no slouch either. Speaking of A game Miss Donna Archibald. Donna was a coworker at the Shop during my tenure. Donna didn't the folks have to cart to in a few mornings after a late Friday night or two. And wasn't it you Donna who deposited some hot coffee on Coach Phil Neil's bare legs one morning. Or is that just legend. Set us straight Donna. If I got any of this wrong I'm sure my all knowing brother (Mike-74) will set us all straight. I believe my brother Jumbo has worked in life but can't be sure. I'm going out of town the next few days so Mike. Jumbo, and Donna have a blast. Love to all of you. I'm Out -Kent "Wig" Davis (82) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Renae Rust (84) Date: Sun Mar 19 22:31:06 2000 Looking forward to seeing old and new friends. This is a GREAT idea! Thanks for thinking it up. -Renae Rust (84) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Ryan Block (02) Date: Sat Mar 11 04:13:27 2000 I'm a future Bomber!!!!! 2002 Hi everyone!!! I'm a future Bomber and I'm looking for info on my Mom [Tami Swanson Block] who graduated in 1977. If anyone knows her and has stories about her please email them to me. Her name is Tami Swanson Block. Thanxs. -Ryan Block "02" ******************************************** >>From: BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) To Sheila Galloway (71) Hey, daughter! Guess your mind is going. It was Jumbo who was the only one that didn't work at the Spudnut Shop. I'm sure Wig can tell you lots of Spudnut stories. I was working there when Steve was playing basketball and those oldies, the Saturday morning quarter backs, loved to tease me. They would talk about how bad he played the night before just to get me going. I remember one morning I threatened to pour a cup of coffee on Tucker. I think he believed me 'cause there was no teasing from him anymore. -BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/21/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Ralph Myrick (51), Curt Donahue (53), Paul Ratsch (58), Dennis Robertson (60), Sharon Keigher (65), Glenda Gray (66), Pam Pyle (69), Steve Piippo (70), Kathy Wheat (79), Kathy Valdez (84) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) In regard to the bowling alley pay. I, too, set pins at the old alley. I got $.07 per line open bowling and $.12 per line for team bowling with occasional tips. The guys who threw the ball 100 mph or made sport of double bowling really p----- me off. George Parrot, a friend of mine, was hit in the head and knocked off the place where we sat waiting to set the pins. Those were the days. -Ralph Myrick (51) ******************************************** >>From: Curt Donahue (53) Having read about other's paper routes causes me to respond that I sold the Spokane Spokesman Review at the cafeteria in the early morning hours in 1944 and early 1945. Later that year I was given the entire south end of Richland as a route for the Spokesman Review. In 1944 we lived in a tract house across the street from the creamery on Cullum. To Marilyn Richey (53) You have provided a wealth of memories for us and I thank you for that. I too remember what an outstanding softball pitcher you were. It was unfortunate that scholarships weren't available for that sport as they are today. Have you been following the Husky team this year? -Curt Donahue (53) ******************************************** >>From: Paul Ratsch (58) RE: GONZAGA GO ZAGS.GONZAGA PREP.[55] -Paul Ratsch (58) ******************************************** >>From: Dennis Robertson Beatty (60) To: Jill Butler Hill (63) I remember a teacher like that but she taught Biology and Physiology at RHS during the 50's. I had her for both classes over the three years there. Her name was Ida Mae Mecum. I am surprised that more students didn't remember her or give her votes. She was something special. Her habits were hilarious as I remember and we used to make book on the number of "Strap Adjustments" she would make during the class. One of her other quirks was she kept her lunch in the same refrigerator as the lab experiments and dead frogs, etc. She was a wonderful lady and really was a support if you tried. I understand she went to Columbia Basin College in the 60's and that would have been a loss for future Bombers. Another favorite was Tom Barton. His English Comp/Lit class was were we got culture whether we wanted it or not. He tried to make Beowolf interesting and for many of us it was a real lesson. Overall favorite teacher had to be Harley Stell. I had him for three years and met his brother, who taught in Germany, while I was in the service. He used to challenge us to do our best not just the minimum required. Also gave us a chance to try out new ideas and methods of presentation and not just stand there and sing. -Dennis Robertson Beatty (60) ******************************************** >>From: Sharon Keigher (65) To Kay Mitchell Coates (52) and Betty Bell Norton (51) You mentioned recalling that you both were probably in Girl Scout Troop 44, back in 1950 or the late 40's. Oh, really? How far back to those Scout troop numbers go, anyway? I was in GS Troop 44 in the early 1960s, along with a whole bunch of loud Bomber girls who are still big fans of the Girl Scouts. It was THE GS troop for the whole Tri-Cities then (since we were in high school by then, and some could drive). This Troop was one great adventure after another. As a matter of fact, we are planning another reunion this summer to coincide with R2K (if the Kennewick and Pasco girls don't mind). We're working on locating everyone who was in it in the 1960s; it would be fun to reconstruct who was in it before that as well. Send your addresses to Kathy Dickeman! -Sharon Keigher (65) ******************************************** >>From: Glenda Gray (66) Does anyone remember going out to the Tampian Farm? Seems like we went out there for three or four years while in Jefferson.. I remember a close encounter with the end of a snout from a curious pig! -Glenda Gray (66) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Glenda -- I wonder if that's the same pig that I still have a drawing of?? Also still have the permission slip that my Mom signed approving the field trip so that I could go. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) To Pam Tompkins (74): Pam, If the woman to whom you referred was Ms. Joyce Larson, then I'll tell you I remember her well. Those who didn't have her as an instructor will, no doubt, remember those 4-5" spike heels and 12" beehive into which her hair was always coifed. What an enthusiastic teacher and great friend was Ms. Larson. I had her for a Business English class I took last period - and I think just one semester - my senior year. That subject was, for me, a real breeze; hence, what Ms. Larson might remember most about ME is the number of times I cut her class. Still, I got all the work done and received an 'A' in the class; whether I deserved it is debatable. She and Bill Allen, whom I had for Junior English, were WAY up there on my list of "cool" adults in those days. Both were (are?) people of remarkable humor who demonstrated extraordinary interest in their subjects and students. Wonder if they are still in Richland? -Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To: RHS Alumni The main entry to RHS has a new tile floor with the 'Day's Pay' B-17 Bomber laser cut, in color, and 'Bomber Pride' on both sides. The rest of the entry way is completely carpeted in new carpet. This was a gift from the 1999 senior class and advisors Delia 'Gonzo' Gonzalez and Marlys McDermott. Check it out. 1st Class gift. -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79) To Linda Reining (64) and Maren Smyth (64) Well, if the website was a dud on the cinnamon Fire-Pix, their 800 number on the pack is 1-800-445- 0658! :) Does anyone have an update on Gene Bernard counselor from Chief Joe? -Kathy Wheat Fife (79) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Valdez (84) What a pleasure to finally see some '84 alumni writing in. Thought they had all perished from the face of the earth. Nice to see you all and would love to hear from other '84 alumni. Hi Renee and Garrett!! Long time no see!! Hope to hear from ya soon.... As for favorite teachers, does anyone remember Mrs. Moore from Carmichael? She was the short little science teacher. She was always so nice and a great teacher. And of course, can't forget the brothers Draper... Hi Lonnie and Donni..... even though I see ya both at work and other places from time to time. What a blast in those classes.... That's it for now.... have a great first full day of spring everyone!!! -Kathy Valdez (84) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/22/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 13 Bombers sent stuff: Dick Harris (49), Dave Brusie (51), Rebecca Parsons (51), Marilyn Richey (53), Norma Loescher (53), Steve Carson (58), Jane Walker (62), Roxanne Knutson (62), Patricia de la Bretonne (65), Vicki Owens (72), Paul Ydstie (73), Dawna Archibald (82), Rick de la Bretonne (86) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Dick Harris (49) To Vera Rodda Simonton (52WB) Re: Favorite Teacher - Walter LePage I would agree that Walter LePage was one of my favorite teachers. He and his wife attended the Club 40 Class Reunion last year and he truly looked great! My father took flying lessons from Walt and I still have his log book with Walt's initials in it. I took physics from him and he made it so interesting and fun. Because he knew my dad, I used to receive my report card from him and sign my dad's name and return it to him in the same class. He knew my father would know what I had received from my telling him and he thought it a good joke. Besides, I could sign my dad's signature better than he could! Early on Walter LePage came to Richland as one of the most eligible bachelors, ever. He was tall and good looking and besides, he had a beautiful yellow 1941 Plymouth Convertible, with black top, as I remember. It didn't take him long to get married! What a great guy. Many years later, when I became the Manager of the Port of Chelan County, I had the privilege to get reacquainted with Walt, when he served as a Commissioner for the Port of Pasco. Great memories and a great teacher! -Dick Harris (49) ******************************************** >>From: Dave Brusie (51) To: Sandy Atwater Boyd (51) Sandy. Sure do remember Harry S. Truman coming to the area. I saw him give his speech at the back of a train in Pasco. Can't remember the exact date?. RE: Favorite Teachers: Yes, Walter LePage has to get a vote, and of course Mrs. Buescher, the dear one. No one has mentioned Mrs. Viola Ellis the Art Teacher?. I probably got more out of Biology from Ida Mecham, and Physics from Walter LePage. -Dave Brusie (51) ******************************************** >>From: Roberta Parsons Feild (51) To Gary Behymer (64) THANK YOU, THANK YOU for sending me the Richland Bombers site. I have already heard from a friend that I haven't seen in 49 years! I don't believe I'm related to Don Parsons (64), but I never know - there are so many Parsons and I have lost contact with so many of them. Thank you again, -Roberta Parsons Feild (51) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) RE: Teachers - RHS in the Fifties The science teacher who was highly respected was Dr. Ida Mecum for Biology. She was a hit in the class room as one was pointing out how many times she adjusted her straps. But she was a very highly intelligent teacher. She came out of the war where she was in the Navy where she was assigned to the Biological Warfare Division of the Navy. She wore that Navy Raincoat for years after I graduated. She loves those darn frogs to cut up and she even had some students (usually girls) pass out or get sick when doing the frogs. Richland had two outstanding science teachers at the time I was going to RHS. Robert Hendrick taught Chemistry. Both of these teachers had the qualifications to teach in college, but preferred to teach in high school. We were lucky to have had them on the staff. Two other teachers who opened Carmichael in April 1949 when we took out books and walked from the old Marcus Whitman to the new junior high were Mrs. Sonja Harmon and Mrs. Margaret Bjornlund. They taught 8th grade and they team-taught the students. Both were very highly regarded teachers and they were both hard to get a grade out of in English and Math. They were so different types of teachers. Mrs. Harmon was fiesty and very demanding. Mrs. Bjorlund was easy going in her ways. Any student who had them at Marcus Whitman or at Carmichael benefited from their teachings. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Norma Loescher Boswell (53) To Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) Joyce Larsen is alive and well. When I last talked with her, she was giving piano lessons. Bill Allen has traveled a lot since he retired. You can see him acting or directing at the Richland Players. To Kathy Wheat Fife (79) Sorry to say, Gene Bernard died several years ago. The benches were filled and some even stood at his funeral service. His wife died not long afterwards. They were very close. -Norma Loescher Boswell (53) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Carson (58) Vera Roda, What does WB mean? -Steve Carson (58) ******************************************** >>From: Jane Walker Hill (62) RE: 1962 Alumni HELP! Trying to find these 1962 Alumni. Please send e-mail/snailmail address to me. Find a link to the '62 missing at: Click on [1962] Thank you! -Jane Walker Hill (62) ******************************************** >>From: Roxanne Knutson Short (62) A couple of weeks ago I was informed that not only was the Cool Desert Nights function going on, but also the Jehovah Witness Convention was also going on. I know for a fact that that draws a lot of people, and I wonder how many rooms are going to be available in motels, etc. Please, in the near future if you haven't obtained a motel room yet or camp site, please contact me. Classmates who live here please contact me also so I have rooms available for the ones who need them. I would rather have too many rooms available than more than is needed! Come on Bombers in the Tri-cities help me out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To Dennis Robertson Beatty (60) Dr. Meacum was something else! My first husband, Lynn Baker, loved her dearly, and invited her to our wedding. 10 years later (in '75) in the line of grocery customers, she was ahead of us and she pulled out our wedding napkin from her fur coat pocket. We had a good laugh over that! I also remember her having a bat as a pet. It drowned in her kitchen sink! Don't get me wrong, I loved her dearly also, for she was very unique. One thing none of you might not know, was she was in a car accident at a young age. In approximately '57-'58 my brother Paul, was in a car accident with Rob Bell. She told her class the next morning to study whatever, and proceeded to come down to Stanfield's Floral to see how the two boys were. She told my Mom, Lucille, that morning, about how the accident she had been in caused such scarring to her scalp. That is why her hair was always looking like she just woke up. "I can't do anything with it!" was her way of explaining it. She was so full of feeling that morning, I will never forget the feelings my Mom had for that lady that morning, Paul was o.k., but Rob Bell was holding on for dear life with a punctured lung and she wanted to let us know she really was concerned! At that very moment she was more concerned with Paul and Rob, knowing the class at school would survive without one lesson. Makes my throat quiver even to this day! Carmichael Jr. High! Anyone remember Mr. Anderson, as principal. He also was principal of Chief Jo! He is currently an Alzheimer patient out at Canyon Lakes in Kennewick, Wa. Enough said! Knew him through my husband that went to Carmichael, and we became best of friends. See you all at the all class reunion in June. Love you all! -Roxanne Knutson Short (62) ******************************************** >>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65) Several people sent me copies of and ways to download R2K Reunion Registration Forms. Thank you all very much! Hope to see you in June! -Patricia de la Bretonne (65) ******************************************** >>From: Vicki Owens (72) To Kathy Valdez (84) Your mention of Lonnie and Donnie Draper brought back a flood of memories for me. Those guys were great wrestlers. They were on the same team as State Champ Mike Fitzpatrick. We enjoyed some top quality matches around 1970 due to that bunch. Those guys were in phenomenal shape, and bright besides. With that combination, no wonder they won so often. We've heard about basketball, football and baseball stars. Who can tell us something about Bomber wrestling? To Maren Ok, I'll bite. Did you actually go on the field trip to Tampian Farm? If so, how do you still have your permission slip? -Vicki Owens (72) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Should have said SIGNED permission slip!! Yes, I went and then drew a picture of my "favorite farm animal" when we got back. Still have it because my teacher that year, Mrs. Dorothy Shanks, helped each of us make a scrapbook of "What I Did in the First Grade" and my Mother (God rest her soul) kept it for years in the hutch drawer. Wouldn't let me have it until she was sure I'd take care of it. Don't ask when that was. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Paul Ydstie (73) RE: Older Issues of ORIGINAL "Sandstorm" I thought I would let you know that I still have issues of "Sandstorm" from '72 to '73 as I was the Sports Editor at that time. This includes Richland's 1972 State Basketball Championship season. If any of these are of interest for the reunion or for any other purpose I would be willing to loan them out. Please let me know. "THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES!" -Paul Ydstie (73) PO Box 484 Cannon Beach, OR 97110 ******************************************** >>From: Dawna Archibald Gibson (82) To Kent "Wig" Davis (82) Will I ever live that one down? 20 years have passed and I was counting on a few memory lapses, but oh well. I can't exactly remember if it was on accident or not but I sure was embarrassed. The man never trusted me again with a pot of hot coffee especially while he was wearing shorts (when might that of been?). It's a good thing we weren't near any courts or I'd have been running lines. Thanks for bringing me a smile today Wig. I needed it. I think that I only worked at the Spudy for a maybe a little over a year but I'm sure that was about all Val could take. After the coffee fiasco, I was put on hole picking duty for a while, and I did my share of dishes also. But as I think back it was one of my favorite jobs as a teenager. I'll be in town in a few weeks for the Moto-X races out at Horn Rapids O.R.V. park. Someone let Val know that I'd like some thin cinnamons to go please. My kids can't get enough of then. I usually take a few dozen home, freeze them and then microwave them in the mornings before school for them. My mouth's watering already. Wig, thanks for being there to bring me back to reality on those early Saturday mornings when I forgot where I was and how I got there. Hope to see you at the reunion. Have a great day everyone. See ya, -Dawna Archibald Gibson (82) ******************************************** >>From: Rick de la Bretonne (86) RE: favorite teacher I just couldn't help but comment on a favorite teacher I had seen mentioned. Mr. Neidhold was probably the coolest, most easy going teacher I've ever had. I can still hear him telling the class "Remember to ease off the gas as you come over the top of a hill, or you be going like a Bat-Out-Of-Hell!!" He said it with such conviction that, to this day, I ease off the gas pedal for fear I'm going like a "bat-out-of- Hell". I was terribly saddened to hear of his passing a few years ago. He really was cool. Oh, who could forget Mr. Juricich? He taught the video simulation part of drivers' training. I'd always floor the gas pedal and he'd yell at me "de la Bretonne, what the Hell are you doing?" He must have been at least 80 years old. He taught my dad to drive in high school (Ernie de la Bretonne Class of '60) I would like to also thank Lonnie Draper for introducing me to Aldous Huxley, Ray Bradbury, and Issac Asimov. I went into the class uneducated and naive and came out with a better understanding of science fiction. Thanks to all of you. -Rick de la Bretonne (86) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/23/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers sent stuff: Ken Ely (49), Richard Roberts (49), Marilyn Overstreet (52), Darlene Trethewey (56WB), Ken Heminger (56WB), Don Panther (62), Jane Walker (62), Linda Belliston (63), Teresa DeVine (64), Toby Wheeler (65 & 66), Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ken Ely (49) To Ray Gillette (49) We were paid 10 cts. a line, at first. Later it was dropped to 8 cts. Guys with big hands could pick up 6 pins at once but little guys like me could only handle 3 or 4 so we had to move faster. All the while keeping an eye on the bowler in case he bowled a second ball before his ball was returned. That happened all too often and some guys were hurt by the ball or flying pins. Remember the all night poker games we (the PS&Bs) had at your house? We all missed you at the 50th last year. I'm glad to see you are staying in touch, though. -Ken Ely (49) ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) RE: Pinsetting It was one of the hardest jobs I have ever had. The money and tips were good though. Especially in the summer during league play and setting two lines at once. Whew! Good time for sweating and a few bruises. To Ray Gillette (49) and Ken Ely (49) Well, we agree on how hard the work was setting pins. I thought the money was pretty good, but maybe because of tips. Does 35 cents a line jog a memory? To anyone who'll listen Wow, my memory on pinsetting wages was way off according to Ralph Myrick (51). I'm sure he's right. I do remember some of those 100 mph guys throwing the ball down the alley. It was sort of scary. As I recall, you stood in between the alleys on a little ledge, but you could also drop behind a barrier for those giant ball throwers. Sometimes the pins would follow you there too. -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Overstreet Garrett (52) RE: Memories To Kay Mitchell Coates (52) It was nice to hear from you & yes we really did have a great bunch of kids in the 1300 block of Marshall/Mahan/Williams area. I haven't seen or heard of Andrea McCrindle since high school. I see there is a address for her (Mrs. Ralph Klein) in the 1987 Reunion book, but there was no response from her. I would like to see her too! I will see if I can locate her & encourage her to come to some of the reunions, especially the 50th! Deb & kids doing well. Stay in touch! To Paul and Carol Henderson Clary (59) Yes Jim Overstreet is my brother & I remember all the Clary Family as neighbors & Pete was in my class of '52. Jim retired from the City of Richland 4 years ago, He & wife Sheila (Sheila Hall of KHS) still live in Richland. Jim Page lives in West Richland. I'm sure they would like to hear from you. I'll E-mail you Jim's address. -Marilyn Overstreet Garrett (52) ******************************************** >>From: Darlene Trethewey Dunning (56WB) RE: Favorite teachers My vote for the best teachers are for two, Nadine Brown, even though English was one of my worse subjects, she helped me get through it and in college when writing all those papers many of her instructions kept coming back!! Also my vote for Mr. Juricich, in Driver Training, the class wasn't that interesting. What did girls need to know all that stuff for? I found out later and was pleased. But on the road I still can hear his words, [Remember you are driving the car in front, behind and on both sides!!!] Every day while driving in heavy traffic they keep coming back to me, and I have repeated them to my children when I was teaching them to drive. They don't have drivers training like that these days. -Darlene Trethewey Dunning (56WB) ******************************************** >>From: Ken Heminger (56WB) A little more on paper routes. Everyone talks about their route but none ever say how many customers they had. I carried the Tri City Herald in the early 50s out in the Heminger City and Enterprise area. I call it that now, because that's what it was then. All my friends had a bicycle and I approached my dad for one. His answer was "Get a Job!" I don't remember how I came by the route but I did and bought me a beautiful new JC Higgans Bicycle. Horn in the tank and twin headlights. I think I got it at Sears. I don't know how many customers I had when I started, but I do remember at some point the TCH had a push on new customers and I increased my route to 24 customers. I even won a little turkey for it. I pedaled that bike every day 6 miles for those 24 customers. I made just enough each month to make the payment on my bike. By the time I had I paid for it was just a shell of a bike. Then to make matters worse I laid it down in the grass next to the irrigation ditch where we were all swimming and someone pulled up in their car and ran over it. I walked home. I made a comment once before that one of the hi-lights of the route was one of my customers, The Keelers, had some pigs and he would go to the Spudnut shop and get day old donuts to feed the pigs. They came in big paper bags. After I dropped off the paper I would go down and line my handlebars with Spudnuts and eat them on my route. Funny, I didn't gain a pound then from eating them?. Well, That's my input -Ken Heminger (56WB) ******************************************** >>From: Don Panther (62) RE: Memories of RHS To Jim Rice (75) Calvin Gentle was exactly that - a gentle man who truly loved teaching - until the abuse he received drove him out. He even moved to get away from the harassment, but "they" still found him. It doesn't feel good to look back on some of our youthful behavior and realize what grief we caused people while we were having "fun". I have a particular person in mind who was the brunt of some awful teasing and abuse from kindergarten through high school. A few years later when I was teaching a Sunday School class (4th - 6th grades), I was reminded of my involvement in this person's torture and promised the kids I would make amends if the opportunity ever came along. I had that opportunity when I came back to the Tri-Cities in the early 80s when by chance I met this person. I found her work place and made my peace with her. It was a rather emotional experience to find out that their home life was abusive to begin with, and that I and many of my classmates just added more misery to this person's life. At least now I can teach this lesson from both sides. As for Cal's Trig class, I remember the board assignments, when I would stand at the board and wonder what I was doing there. I did learn it - eventually. My brother Steve credits Cal Gentle with turning on his math skills. It seems Steve was called to the board and was struggling enough that Cal told him, "Steve, you should be able to recognize a polynomial by now." Steve said that made something click and from then on he understood things much better. I worked with Cal for a while after he left teaching. He was a procedure writer at N Reactor, and taught calculus at CBC for operators working on their certifications. I occasionally see him around town and have had some interesting conversations about his teaching career. I wonder how many people know that he started teaching in Bickleton - English and band - and played the clarinet? As for favorite teachers, mine would be Bob Pritchett and Geometry. -Don Panther (62) ******************************************** >>From: Jane Walker (62) RE: R2K RAFFLE ATTENTION COL-HI/RHS ALUMNI: The R2K Committee is looking for donations of quality items for the Raffle. There are many Alumni out there who are highly gifted and talented. Use your imagination and come up with an item that an Alumni couldn't pass up. If you are an Alumni who owns a business... please consider donating an item, a gift certificate, or something that promotes your company. If you can help by donating an item, or would like to help on the Raffle Committee, please e-mail me. -Jane Walker (62) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Belliston Boehning, R2K Reunion Secretary (63) For those of you who are planning on coming to the Reunion and still need to make reservations at Motels or Hotels, I just wanted to inform you to do so ASAP. I called the Hotels where I had blocked rooms, and the Red Lion (The old Desert Inn), is completely full. The Shilo Inn has only 11 rooms still available. Make sure you tell them it is for the "All Bomber Reunion" to get your discount. The number for the Shilo is 509-946-4661. I called most of the other Hotels in Richland, and the only other place that had a few rooms left was the Bali Hi. Phone #509-943-3101. I called about 10 Hotels in Kennewick and most were filled, except the ~ Best Western - Phone 509-586-1332, ~ Comfort Inn 509-783-8396, ask for Karlan Telford, and ~ Fairfield Inn Phone 509-783-2164. They all had only a few rooms still available, so if you need to make reservations, do so now. If you can't find a room, please contact Roxanne Knutson Short ('62). As she stated in the Sandstorm yesterday, she is trying to find local Alumni with Rooms or Property for Motor Homes available, and will do what she can to help you find a place to stay. She's our Housing Chairman. We have about 550 Alumni pre-registered, and only about 80 that have actually sent in their Registration Forms. PLEASE SEND IN THOSE FORMS ASAP. A lot of the T-shirts, and paraphernalia items need to be ordered soon, and we need a count. Food needs to be ordered and plans need to be made. Don't procrastinate any longer - fill them out and send them in! There is also Tee times still available for those of you who want to GOLF Friday morning, June 23rd. Contact Dick Boehning (63) if interested. The minutes of Monday's meeting are posted on the Reunion site. -Linda Belliston Boehning, R2K Reunion Secretary (63) ******************************************** >>From: Teresa DeVine Knirck (64) The teacher from Chief Jo whom people are confusing with Dr. Ida Mecum was Katherine Woolcott - she taught science and had the idiosyncrasies described so well! She was a fine and demanding teacher. Those who had Mrs. Genevieve Luckey at Col-Hi will remember also that she gave an end-of-the- year party for us at her home, complete with food and her backyard swimming pool. She was also a fine teacher who really felt the literature she taught us, and wanted us to experience it, not just read it. -Teresa DeVine Knirck (64) ******************************************** >>From: Toby Wheeler Davis (65 & 66) RE: favorite teachers: Certainly the quality of education I received in Richland from elementary through high school is one of the best things that I have ever gotten in my life. Having separate classes in art, PE, music from 2nd grade on up, I thought was "normal" until I got to college and discovered that indeed they were very rare, and they were proposing the special classes as part of "new education". Ha! In elementary school at Sacajawea, I had a music teacher, Miss Nordness, I believe, for several years. She seemed a zillion years old but was fantastic in her efforts to teach us to read music, (and she succeeded). Every summer she would go on a trip and the following fall would teach us all about the music of that country. One summer she went to Norway, and we spent several months on Peer Gynt. I still remember part of the story. In 4th grade they offered instrumental music lessons! (You got out of class 30 minutes a week for the free lesson). My mom said I could take lessons, and asked me to choose the instrument. I then made one of the biggest mistakes of my life... I chose the violin, and my reasoning was that it only had 4 strings (and thus 4 notes in my mind). We rented a violin and I nearly died of shock in my first lesson to discover there were a zillion notes on EACH string!!! My sister, Paige, was the truly gifted one in music in our family.. I was not. However, I stuck with the violin, because I got out of class 30 minutes per week. We lived in one of those "L" houses across from the high school and my practice room was in the room next to the "unexcavated", "scary" half of the basement.. still remember the smell of the sandy, musty, damp soil, and the spiders! I had to close all the doors to the upstairs, but usually my Mom would yell down, following a particularly tortured passage... "Toby, do you have all the doors closed? I can STILL hear you!!!" Later on I had Mrs. Ingersoll (whom several of you have mentioned) for violin lessons and she was great. After she left, I had some horrid man who wanted me to actually tap my foot to the beat, as I played. He even turned on the metronome so I could tap with it! Since I was lucky if I could tap my foot to each note as I played, I soon quit the violin. The English teachers in Jr. Hi that were fantastic were Mrs. Baudendistal in 8th grade... remember her bright blue hair about once a month? Mrs. Linn in 9th grade; Mrs. Julia Davis in 10th grade... what a taskmaster, but I learned an incredible amount; Mrs. McKinley in 12th grade. As a result of all of these English teachers once I got to UW, for the first TWO years of college there was not a single poem, short story, play or book that I had not already studied in depth in jr. hi and high school. Remember the thousands of quotes from everything we read that we had to memorize and identify... I still can dig up some of those really odd quotes, from Antigone or Euripides.. crazy stuff. I often handed in B papers from Mrs. Davis' class, for college classes and received A's in college. Certainly my first two years of college were much much easier because of these wonderful teachers. Mr. Fankhauser in chemistry was fantastic too, and I believe we were one of the first classes to have Chem Study instead of the regular book... as he said, "We will learn this new system together", and we did. I have not seen anyone mention another super Carmichael teacher: Mr. Phelps, a wonderful chorus teacher, I think it was the middle of 8th grade he selected the triple trio, and for the next 1 1/2 years we had some of the most fantastic experiences. The other 8 members all were very talented, I think I was chosen because I was always there, and wanted so much to be in the group. I discovered years later that my sister was FURIOUS that I got picked. She was one of the first ones picked for the group (with that uncanny ability -- perfect pitch!) and she knew I was not "that good"... we have laughed a lot about this over the years! However, the memories of singing all over the state, in several competitions, and the hours and hours of practicing. We really accomplished a lot, at a very young age. It was so much fun being a part of that kind of group, we learned a great deal from each other, and how to support each other, if one person had a cold, everyone would modify their parts to cover. I can still see everyone's faces in that group but am not sure I can still remember everyone's names: Donna, Eleanor, Christine, Deidre, Paige, me... and I can see the rest but the names are not attached to the faces! However, I can still hear in my mind the clearest, most beautiful soprano solos of Donna Pardee, and the deep melodious alto ones of Eleanor Atwood. Our Richland education was incredible, and it was a result of the dedication and caring of a great many outstanding teachers. I remember my dad telling us also, that one of the "carrots" they used to hire engineers, physicists etc. was the level of education offered in the schools here... besides the "free" housing! -Toby Wheeler Davis (65 & 66) ******************************************** >>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) RE: Mr. Neidhold Hi, I've seen so many of you speak fondly of Mr. Neidhold as a Driver's Ed teacher. Both of my sons had him for Driver's Ed at Hanford, in the late 80's and early 90's -- and they (and he) survived! BUT how many of you remember him when he FIRST started teaching? He was my 6th grade teacher at Lewis and Clark 1960-1961. How completely and totally unique to have a MAN for a teacher in elementary school back then! He was a fun and very motivating teacher -- and somehow avoided having to be the school "enforcer", in spite of the fact that he was the only male teacher there (except for Mr. Davis -- the PE teacher.) Maybe it was because he was short :-) (Actually, I think the REAL reason was that the principal, Mr. Clarkson, really LIKED being the school enforcer -- giving "spats" in the boys' patrol room.) However, as I recall, Mr. Neidhold did inherit the job of being the boys' patrol supervisor. I remember him bringing his wife and three little kids (who are all in their 40's now, I'm sure) to meet the class. That was SO neat. A teacher who had a life and a family, and was willing to let us know it. A REAL LIVE PERSON!! What a concept. I saw him off and on in passing over the years. He always was so friendly and had a smile. Said he remembered me --- I chose to believe that. I sure remembered him! I, too, was really saddened by his death a couple years back. Neat guy, good teacher, nice man. -Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/24/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 13 Bombers and 1 funeral notice today. Kay Mitchell (52), Curt Donahue (53), Kenny Webster (55), Tom Hughes (56), Annie Parker (57), Bonnie Steeber (57), Bill Bixler (60), Jay Siegel (61) Kim Watson (62), Peg Sheeran (63), Glenda Gray (66), Barbara Gile (67), Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52) RE: Carolyn Pritchard Vorvick (52) Vera Rodda Simonton (52) e-mailed me yesterday that she had seen an obituary for Carolyn Pritchard Vorvick (52) in the Walla Walla newspaper. I know many of you from our class will remember her with fondness. She and I were good friends - shared many laughs together. I visited with her at our 45th class reunion, but only briefly - she did not stay long. Vera faxed the obituary to me. Carolyn passed away from complications associated with cancer on Sunday, March 19. Services will be held in Pendelton on Sat. March 25. I am going to send the obituary from the Pendelton paper into Maren in hopes she can get it up on the Bomber website, so if you need more information, you can hopefully find it there. -Kay Mitchell Coates (52) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ******************************************** >>From: Curt Donahue (53) RE: Alton "Whitey" Schell (51) Having read through some of the past sandstorms, I saw several notations about Whitey Schell. I ran into him on a number of occasions while we were both at Boeing in the Engineering Operations organization. The last time I saw him was at his retirement party 3 or 4 years prior to my retirement. He remained the same old Whitey through the years. Great guy! -Curt Donahue (53) ******************************************** >>From: Kenny Webster (55) RE: pin setting again!!! To Richard Roberts (49) Richard... I don't think that we have met, but the comments on pin setting got my attention! I remember Rennie Willoughby (55) and I tried pin setting for a very short period of time (like two weeks), and then I had to give up my career in the Bowling alley. If you recall, the pool hall was right next door and when my father found out that Rennie and I had started working there, he immediately had me give notice to the owners. It seems that the close proximity to all that beer and smoking and an occasional four letter word was NOT in the best interest to "PROPER CHILD REARING". At any rate, I think that the pay was about the same because it only cost fifty cents a line for the bowlers. I remember the occasional tip being a quarter or sometimes even fifty cents, and would usually be slid down the alley where we would be waiting to retrieve it before setting up for another bowler. Keep the faith! -Kenny Webster (55) ******************************************** >>From: Tom Hughes (56) RE: Pin Setting I remember working at the bowling alley in the early 50s. Leo Rollick was the owner/manager. Thurman Bowles, Ross Gordon, Dave Gordon, and a number of us worked the lanes. We used the manual pin setters. You had to pick up the ball with one hand, (never use the finger holes) 3 to 5 pins with the other hand. Place the pins in the rack so that they were not over the pins still standing and pick up the rest of the pins as you rolled the ball back down the return. You would then jump over the barrier between lanes to the other alley and do it again. After the second ball, or for a strike on the first ball you pulled a leather cord to drop the pins down on the alley. You had to keep track of who was bowling and when they got to the 10th frame so you could reset after the extra ball on a spare. As I recall we got 5 cents a line for open and 9 cents for leagues. We usually would get a tip on leagues but seldom on open bowling. This job bought all of my school clothes and provided most of my movie money. I worked there from the time I was 13 until I finally got a job at Welches Grape Juice in Kennewick, but that's another story. -Tom Hughes (56) ******************************************** >>From: Annie Parker Hoyle (57) Does anyone know where Ginger Conner [55?] is? I heard at one time she lived in Kennewick? She graduated in the early 50's had a younger brother Mike [could be '61-missing]. Her Mom and Dad were Melba and Mike. They were family friends and we have lost contact with them. I know her father is not living but would love to know how she is. My father stopped her father from taking his life one night and that bonded our families for many years. They would come over to our house and we would have watermelon in the summer. Ginger's Mother would eat seed and all. I just remember that she never spit any seeds out. I thought they would grow in her stomach and it worried me. It is funny the things that you remember as a kid. Thanks in advance if anyone can help. -Annie Parker Hoyle (57) ******************************************** >>From: Bonnie Steeber Frasca (57) RE: Tucson 3/23 Just found out about this site from Harvey Irby (64). We've never met but through a round-about source, he e-mailed me all the info necessary to check in on what's happening. It's been fun hearing everyone's comments about the "good old days" growing up in Richland and having the good fortune of having such an advantage in attending Richland's schools. Certainly brought back memories. I remember Mrs. Milton and the huts at Sacajawea, Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Bjorklund, and Mr. Jantz at Carmichael, and most of the teachers mentioned at the high school, Miss Mecum, Mr. Juricich, Mr. Dawald, Mr. Kelly, etc. I've only seen a few e-mails from the Class of '57. Where are you? -Bonnie Steeber Frasca (57) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Bixler (60) RE: Teachers at Col-hi To Jill Butler Hill (63) ...mentioned that Mr. Briggs Spanish teacher at Col-Hi said he would give her a C if she promised not to take Spanish the next year. Well I believe he started that with me in '58 where he told me that it would be best for me, the school, the city, and the world if I didn't take Spanish the second year and that was for a D... I took his advice and I took typing that next year. Much more fun since I was the just about the only guy. -Bill Bixler (60) ******************************************** >>From: Jay Siegel (61) RE: Men teachers Reading Lynn-Marie's (68) missive about her first male teacher, reminded me of my 5th grade year at Sacajawea. As school started, I was shocked to discover that I not only had a man teacher, I had two - every day. Mr. Bentley was our morning teacher (he was p.e. teacher in the afternoons), and Mr. Varty was our afternoon teacher (he was the art teacher). Do any of you remember them? You talk about 'Yin and Yang'! Mr. Bentley was a gentle "bear" of a man, soft spoken and always willing to share a funny story with the class. Mr. Varty was fiery, often shouting at a student for not reacting fast enough or with enough certitude. It is ironic that, over the years, I have valued Mr. Varty's incite into a bored student's attitude enough to take his own time to teach me algebra in the 5th grade. I have often thought of and wondered what became of these men who were willing to step into untraditional roles for the time and teach grade school students. As an aside, I will always remember an anecdote from Mr. Bentley. He had invited some friends over for "a piece of pie" (you must remember that this was in 1954). The people showed up expecting dessert only to discover, the soon-to-be tradition, of pizza pie! It was a strange concept then but look where it's gone! -Jay Siegel (61) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Watson Kahl (62) RE: memories & more As I read all of the different memories people have of their high school and earlier years, some very visual images are beginning to be dredged up from the old repressed memory cells of my brain. One image is of a bunch of us trying to help Dean Anson's (62) old black Ford get back up the hill to school... Another is having Tom Knudsen, my art teacher, grab me by the ear... me being about a foot and a half taller than Tom, and being hauled into his office in front of my fellow students... many of you remember Tom with as much fondness as I and I can still see him standing on top of one of the tables in the art room and waving a yard stick around at the class and whacking it on the table a couple of times for effect... I don't remember what the class had done... There are a lot more off the wall memories I would like to share as soon as I can remember the names of the people who performed them... until then, I will keep on reading and enjoying. For the past 15 years, I have been living in Bend, Oregon where I am a Realtor. I know that there are several Bombers who own property in and around Bend and I wanted to let fellow Bombers who may be thinking about moving to this area know that I would love to help any of you find property here. Give me a call (541)382.8262 or send me some email... -Kim Watson Kahl (62) ******************************************** >>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) To Toby Wheeler Davis (65 & 66) Hi Toby, Your note made me laugh. I remember the music teacher at Sacy, Miss Nordness, and always being asked to play either the triangle or the sticks (wonder why). And yes, Mrs. Baudendistal's hair is still blue in my mind. As your neighbor on Long, I didn't remember your playing the violin - the coal chute window must have been shut well enough. Fun times. -Peg Sheeran Finch (63) ******************************************** >>From: Glenda Gray (66) We lived behind Neihold's on Hains. Mr. Neihold's father was as gentle and kind as you are describing about his son. He made me a necklace out of cottonwood seeds!!!! I still have it. We used to walk through the alleyway past his house to school. Nice, Nice people! -Glenda Gray (66) ******************************************** >>From: Barbara Gile Larsen (67) Can't resist adding a few more memories to the "list" of teacher names that have found their way onto this site. I too remember Calvin Gentle - had him for Geometry my first year at high school. I was terrified about taking any math! The year before I had Mr. Barnard for algebra at Chief Jo. He was so kind - would meet me before class in the AM to help tutor me. I just could NOT get algebra - but squeaked by with a C because of the extra help I got! So, going into Algebra did not thrill me - but I guess it was a class I had to take to graduate. (I'm still trying to finish a degree - without taking any math!). Anyway, to my amazement, Geometry really clicked - I think because it was concrete & visual, where algebra seemed more abstract to me. I breezed thru Mr. Gentle's class without any difficulty - but I do remember the harassment he took. My particular class was somewhat tame - compared to what I heard from others (i.e. dead fish in the drawer). I remember feeling bad for him - and can still recall that picture of him in the yearbook sitting at his kitchen table - it made him seem so human! I didn't have him for English, but Mr. Loss also did a lot of the directing of the dramas at the school - in which both my husband (Jeff) and I participated. I'm sure at the time we didn't really appreciate the extra duty he pulled - but I remember it as being a lot of fun - and turning out pretty good - especially "lil Abner". Does anyone remember Mr. Maruca - Spanish?? Enjoy reading the memories! -Barbara Gile Larsen (67) ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) To Lynn-Marie Hathcher Foote (68) Great memory of Jerry Neidhold, Lynn. He was indeed a 6th grade teacher at Lewis and Clark Elementary. He had the room right next to the exit to the playground for the 5th and 6th graders. Jerry really had a thing about wearing hats in the building. He would station himself in his doorway and nab the caps of incoming students who had neglected to remove them on their own. He had my little league hat for awhile and I think I had to come in after school to get it back. While that sounds like grounds for contempt, we liked Mr. Neidhold very much. I had Mary Lester and Mrs. Brinkman and Mrs. Fievez but never a male teacher! I think Rex Davis, for PE, was the only male teacher I had in elementary. Jerry took some getting used around the school even when you didn't have him for class. Jerry was in charge of the School Patrol and I remember being awarded the captain or whatever the "big- boss" was called in 6th grade. I was really proud of that distinction and we took it very seriously. I knew Jerry for many years and always liked him. I too was very saddened by his passing. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** ******************************************** Funeral notice scanned from TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins (66) Carolyn Pritchard Vorvick ~ Class of 1952 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/25/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Richard Roberts (49), Sandra Atwater (51), Curt Donahue (53), Marilyn Richey (53), Janet Wilgus (59), Emajean Stone (63), Cathy Fullmer (66), Jim Ellingsworth (74), Bobbie Steeber (76), Karen Davis (76) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) To Kenny Webster (55) Hi, Kenny, You win the best and most accurate pin setting story award. It was such tough work, like Ken Ely (49) related especially for us little guys, that my mind naturally blocked out most of that stuff. Besides, I'm much older than you. Tom Hughes (56) Sorry Tom, my comments to Kenny Webster were intended for you. Cheers, -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) So many nice things said about Jerry Neidhold (49) and I certainly do agree! He lived across the street from me on Haupt Ave. He and I became very good friends. One time I forgot my house key and Jerry went around to the back of the house to get the trash can and brought it around to the bedroom window ("B" house) and climbed up on it and somehow got the window open so I could get in! He had stories to tell me about the Navy! He was a great guy! Did not keep "in touch" after I graduated and so it is good to read all of the great memories people have of him! -Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) ******************************************** >>From: Curt Donahue (53) RE: Carolyn Pritchard Vorvick (52) I am saddened to hear of Carolyn's passing. We were neighbors growing up and I never knew a nicer person than Carolyn. She and her sister, Coral, were both great people, as were their parents. I couldn't begin to count the times we walked to Col-Hi and/or home together. -Curt Donahue (53) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) RE: Carolyn Pritchard Vorvick (52) I to read where Carolyn had passed away last week in Pendleton. I lived in Pendleton for 15 years and Carolyn lived right around the block from me. She was a very loving person and we would meet at the store and talk about Richland and RHS. I was in the hospital for surgery and the was surgical and recovery nurse at that time. I was in the recovery room coming out from the surgery and somebody was slapping my face and saying wake up Marilyn. I looked up and she was over me and told me she had been waiting 40 yrs to do that to me and laughed. She was very dedicated to her family. I worked on the '52 annual with her and she was in pep club along with her sister Coral (54). We will miss her. The OBIT was in this Tuesday 3/21 of the TCH. If Coral is on the Sandstorm line -many good thoughts about your sister is felt of her lifetime. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) I had an interesting Geometry teacher at Col Hi named Mr. Anderson - he was very young, blonde and pretty funny and an easy teacher. John Woodhead, Paul Knutson and I made an odd trio in the back of the room and I think we all passed the class (ah, but did we learn anything?.. nah.) It seems to me that I was the one usually reprimanded for lack of attention because I had to turn around to join in the non-math related topics and share in the "artful" renditions by Paul. Good memories though - I was tooling around the WSU campus on the back of a motorcycle a couple of years later and who should be walking to class but Mr. Anderson!! It seemed so strange at the time to be in college with my teacher! I wonder if he put more than a year or two in at Col Hi. Also no one has mentioned Mr. Crew. He taught history at Col-Hi. I'm remembering him as a droll and very congenial teacher, with the utmost of patience. And yes, I think all of us steno gals (no guys in our classes then) remember "Ma Wiley" with affection. I think it was Linda Neely who created that moniker for her... I recall her attire with little black mid-heel oxfords was right out of a 40's movie - marcell waves in her hair, too... lots of spontaneous giggles from her (what was she remembering??) With all that shorthand homework each night, I must say I have never forgotten it and that now antiquated recording method helped me land a couple of important jobs back then (one at Stanford Univ. School of Med. and that helped put my husband through grad school.) Thanks to Mrs. Burns (Georgia, I think) we really honed our skills our second year. -Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) ******************************************** >>From: Emajean Stone (63) RE: Bowling To Tom Hughes (56) Thanks for mentioning Leo Rollick who was the manager of the bowling alley. He was a good friend of my father's. In fact they had bowled together long before we moved to Richland. Two years ago, my son was bowling in the Men's National Tournament in Reno - at that great bowling stadium. The men's association had a memory wall along the walkway outside of the pro shop. Imagine my surprise when there was a picture of Leo Rollick circa 1948 - L.A. Men's National Tournament where he bowled a perfect 300 game. I explained to my son that this was the man who taught me to bowl. He taught all the kids from Carmichael when our P.E. class was moved to the bowling alley for 2 weeks a year. The last that I heard of Leo and his lovely wife was years ago when they were running an alley in the Ballard District of Seattle. TO Barbara Giles Larson (67) Yes, Mr. Maruca for Spanish in 10th grade. There were several of us who had come from Carmichael and signed up for 2nd year Spanish, the youngsters in with the Juniors & Seniors. I remember one senior - Larry Coryell - he couldn't figure out how the kids got there. I had heard that Mr. Maruca left Richland for Southern California to continue teaching. -Emajean Stone (63) ******************************************** >>From: Cathy Fullmer Tusler (66) Reading memories of teachers prompted me to write. Poor Mr. Gentle. Who remembers the day someone rolled up the Playboy Bunny poster inside Mr. Gentle's overhead projector screen? I will NEVER forget the look on his face when he yanked that screen down, then tried to yank it back up again but it was stuck. Two seconds of stunned silence, and then peals of laughter from those in the class. Who did that, anyway? I think there were some pretty strong suspects back then, but my memory has faded. Anyone want to clarify the situation?? Also I remember Mrs. Wiley, the typing teacher. She would stand on a chair (and she was no spring chicken!) with her pointer, screaming "A-S-D-F-J- K-L-Semi!!" over and over again, like she was leading a band. Must have worked, as 'home row' is etched in my brain. She also used to wear the same dress day after day. One class member whose initials are D (as in David), F (as in Ford) would tell her each morning how nice she looked in that dress, she would blush and say, "Why, thank-you, young man," and by golly, she'd wear it the next day again. D.F. would put a mark in the corner of the blackboard to keep count. The longest run was 18 days in a row, as I recall. Thanks for the memories! Hello to all in the Class of '66! -Cathy Fullmer Tusler (66) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Ellingsworth (74) RE: Class of '74 Hi fellow Bombers, I'm Jim Ellingsworth class of '74. I just got my first home computer and got hooked up to the Alumni Sandstorm. I have been receiving messages every day for about 2 weeks and I see very few entries from the class of '74. I have seen a few from Mike Davis but no one else. The last message from Mike about the Spudnut brought back a lot of memories, and I really enjoy that. I have been reading about the R2K Bomber reunion and I down loaded the application form and filled it out and sent it in. I can't wait to see all of those Bombers in one place. I just got remarried about well exactly 43 days ago and my new wife will be coming to the reunion with me. Well that's all for now, but I would like to challenge all class of '74 grads to get more active in the Alumni Sandstorm. SEE YA! -Jim Ellingsworth (74) ******************************************** >>From: Bobbie Steeber Meicenheimer (76) I have been a daily reader for some time now, just like a lot of you I'm sure. I have quite a few Bomber grads in my family and am glad to see one of them, (Bonnie Steeber Frasca-57), found the site. We lost my dad about 3 years ago, (Monty Steeber-55), but my mom, (Janice Ludlow Steeber- 57), reads it quite a lot. My daughter, (Lindsey Day-96), is getting a computer so that she can participate, and my brother, (Gary Steeber-81), and sister, (Kathy Steeber Briggs-78), quiz me all the time about new happenings. I think we manage to cover a lot of years on our own. Be glad I didn't list the cousins. If anyone would like me to relay any of them a message just let me know. -Bobbie Steeber Meicenheimer (76) ******************************************** >>From: Karen Davis Scheffer (76) Hello there Bomberites----- I'm down to the "Big" city from the northern area and proud home of the Gonzaga Bulldogs!!!!!! Glad to drop a short line to say hello. It has sure been terrific following the Zags this - and last - year. It has really been taking me back to the good ole days of the Bomber great years - least the ones I remember following my brother Bear and company. Driving down Division street in Spokane and seeing all the "go zags" signs has reminded me of the Go Bombers signs of the early 70's. I loved how the city got behind the team and followed my brothers team -- well, Spokane loves its' Zags too. So, I have been without a computer for months now and haven't followed the Sandstorm --- I keep fairly well informed by brothers Mike, Jumbo and Wig and sister Sheila and of course mother, Billie [BJ]. I wish I could talk at you folks again --- I miss this. I wanted Maureen Sullivan Fleishman to know I haven't forgotten her ---- please Mo, send your snail mail address to BJ's email address -- okay. I want to write and carry on where we left off months ago -- okay. My baby is almost 16 months old now --- time is flying, huh. And God has been good. Well, gotta go over to Sheila's house for my birthday dinner ---- and a happy one to you too Mo on the 28th -- right? Take care all and God bless to all of you Bombers!! -Karen Davis Scheffer (76) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/26/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 Bombers sent stuff: Ray Gillette (49), Loron Holden (57), Bill Hoyle (58), Jim House (63), Gary Behymer (64), Bill Wingfield (67), John Campbell (72), Mike Davis (74), Donna St.John (79) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ray Gillette (49) RE: Jerry Neidhold (49): I had the good fortune to dine with the widow of Jerry this last week as she (Maureen Doyle Neidhold '56) is spending a couple weeks down here (Phoenix) visiting her high school friend Gayle Ryals Quiros '56 (and also my ex-wife). I was able to look at pictures of their four kids and many of their grandchildren to bring me up to date. I suppose that a lot of fans of the Bombers know that Jerry's two sons (Mike and Joe Neidhold) are both coaches for Richland's State championship football team of this last year. It is my pleasure and privilege to have been a good friend of all of them. -Ray Gillette (49) ******************************************** >>From: Loron Holden (57) RE: Favorite Teacher Hello Class of 1957 You only have 6 more days to get your favorite teacher selection in!!!!!!!!!! Right now there is a tie so we need a tie breaker!!!!!!!!! If you don't want your vote public just e-mail me I promise never to reveal who you vote for, for whatever reason. -Loron Holden (57) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Hoyle (58) I promised myself I would not write anymore but I could not help myself on a couple of items in the last few Sandstorms. I lived across the street from Carolyn Pritchard on Douglass when I was in Carmichael and she was one of those golden beauties who dwelled in Senior High. Her Dad was a truly fine person who put up with a smart aleck 13 year old boy. I remember their '52 Packard that I thought was the Most! I have thought of her and her sister Carol '54 many times over the years and wondered where they were. Even though she never taught at Col-Hi, I must bring up the teacher who had the biggest influence on me, and I'm sure many others. Mrs. Lester was truly a wonderful person and an inspiration to those young minds at Lewis & Clark. She demanded work and no nonsense but she gave caring attention that earned her my respect and gratitude. Some of you may remember her as Mrs. Thompson. Anyway, she never taught in High School but her daughter, Mary Lee '58, still teaches math in Bomberville. Hello again to Jerry Parker. Did you have a brother, Artie, who played second base on the Bomber baseball team? -Bill Hoyle (58) ******************************************** >>From: Jim House (63) RE: R2K BASKETBALL For one dollar you get to see Norris Brown (57), Ray Stein (64) and Brian Kellerman (79) in the same game, and you don't have your ticket yet? Yes, Miss Brown (Nadine), there's game on Saturday. -Jim House Teacher's Pet (63) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Wingfield (67) RE:: Mrs. Wiley, Mr. Bernard, & Mr. Gentle I was thinking about Mrs. Wiley and thinking about writing in about her. Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) helped me remember her. Wasn't she the teacher who had been in a Nazi concentration camp? I'm pretty sure I remember her as the teacher that she had the numbers tattooed on her forearm. I regret not talking more to her about that. It was good seeing the comments by Barbara Giles Lawson (67). We were probably in the same math classes with Barnard and Gentle. I too feel guilty for the way we treated Mr. Gentle. He deserved better. I love this news letter, keep it up. -Bill Wingfield (67) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: John Campbell (72) Date: Fri Mar 24 16:19:56 2000 Just found this page and would like to know more about R2K. I graduated in 72. Would like to hear from some of you. Want's going on with this page? Site is great. Hope to hear from someone soon. -John Campbell (72) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [See link to the R2K website at the top of this -- and every other Sandstorm. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) My brother-in-law, Steve Galloway (74) and I were recently talking about the huge open area left by the old city shops across from the hospital. We were saying that that has become some prime real estate and I'm sure quite expensive. I'm sure the medical field will snatch it up, if they haven't already, and build more medical facilities. Personally, I think it would be a great place for a "Denny's"!!! What do you think, Greg Alley? (73) On another subject, I was talking to my children (Classes of 02 and 04, we hope) recently about the overflow crowds we used to get for the Bomber hoop games. I told them for a typical Pasco-Richland game there may be 5,000+ people there by the end of the 1st quarter of the Junior Varsity game. They found this unbelievable! Nowadays that gym is half full even for the big games. That's kinda sad to think about. It's too bad these kids can't experience the sights and sounds of an overflowing Bomber gym. It was a mad house! We need something to bring the crowds back! Something they can't resist. Something that they would look forward to every week! Something that would make the anticipation of the weekend's games build throughout the week! How about this? A Denny's in the foyer!!! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Donna St.John Rodewald (79) RE: Help! My 7th grader is doing a research paper on "The Future of Nuclear Power and Related Sites (i.e. Hanford)". He needs 50-100 (!) sources and 15-20 documentable bibliographies. Anyone have any good books/people/etc. that you could recommend? We'd be forever grateful! I told him that if the Sandstorm doesn't know, no one does! Thanks a lot, -Donna St.John Rodewald (79) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/27/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 Bombers sent stuff: Dick Pierard (52), Dean Enderle (57), Wes Hayward (57), Jean Armstrong (64), Billy Didway (66), Anna Durbin (69), Pam Pyle (69), Mike Lemler (72), Greg Alley (73) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Dick Pierard (52) RE: favorite teacher I would nominate three individuals as my favorites at Col-Hi: Mrs. Buescher, geometry, was kind and gracious as well as demanding, and the kind of math teacher I needed after a disastrous year in algebra. Mr. Haag encouraged me in more ways than he would have imagined. I always had the greatest respect for him. Mr. Maruca, whom I had for two years of Latin, helped me to develop a lifelong interest in foreign languages. I greatly appreciated what I had learned from him and wished I had done more. -Dick Pierard (52) ******************************************** >>From: Dean Enderle (57) RE: Class of "57" The other day someone asked in the Sandstorm about the class of "57". Well here are a couple of things from way back then to jog the memories. Graduation Service, Col-Hi choir with Ruth Smiley and Joyce Green as pianists, Trumpeters were Alberta Fredrickson, Mickey Arledge and Walt Marsh with Phil Barr and Kenny Dudney on percussion with Harley Stell Directing. Also there were the "Atomets" Peggy Bellarts, Ellen Seaton, Connie Bloom and Carolyn Fichter with Diane Cristman accompanying. Max Case had a few words to say on "Our importance in the world" and we had more music from the Sophomore Quartet of Shauna Seeley, Janie Lambert, Janet Wilgus, Kit Bridges and Sandy Witherup accompanying. Anyone else out there remember these folks and their contribution to our time at good old Col-Hi? Also anybody know what ever happened to Phil Motyka, Larry Azure, Janice Shannon or Fred Segrest? -Dean Enderle (57) ******************************************** >>From: Wes Hayward (57) RE: teachers Hi all, It's been interesting to read the comments regarding our teachers. I've thought about them a lot and have concluded that we received a better education than many folks did in that era. The nature of the community demanded it. A few classes stand out in my memory. Physics with Scott was a lot of fun. Henrich was excellent with the junior year Chemistry. I continue to be surprised, even today, at some of the things I remember from Tom Barton's English classes, both sophomore and senior. But by far the teacher that I remember most fondly was Naomi Buescher who provided us with Geometry and Trigonometry. She was always bright and enthusiastic, yet retained the formality needed for an insightful look at mathematics. Those were good times. -Wes Hayward (57) ******************************************** >>From: Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64) RE: Newspaper Routes I am finally getting caught up from moving.. The move was a short one, only a few blocks away. It's amazing how much stuff you accumulate in 15 years.. It's break time and I am catching up on reading the Sandstorm... Getting a chuckle out of paper route stories, I felt the need to submit mine.. My brother Ron Armstrong (61) actually had the route, but quite often talked me into doing it.. I didn't mind, cause it was the Federal Building and the Fire Station and the Police Station.. I'm sure there were more places that we delivered to, but these stuck in my memory the most.. I was eager to do it, 'cause I could pet the fire dog, Spot, I believe her name was.. And flirt with the cops, I always wanted to be one.. I had, and still have the utmost respect for them... In the Federal Building was a salt tablet dispenser.. I believe they were in a few places.. But, the one in the Federal Building I remember.. I used to get a handful almost every day.. I would chew on them for the rest of the route.. No wonder I love salt and put it on everything, including lemons picked right off my tree and eaten like an apple.. I would ride my bike on the paper route downtown and we had a thing, kinda like saddle bags, that we used to wear that held our papers that were supplied by the Tri-City Herald. Well, we used to put it across our handle bars and the papers would hang down on either side.. Real easy to grab and throw.. Well, one day I was peddling down Jadwin just north of Lee Blvd. when the fabric from the bag got tangled in the spokes in my front tire.. The tire stopped and I did a flip right over, bike and all.. I stopped traffic that day... A nice man, that almost ran me over, stopped and slowly removed the bike off my chest as I lay under it.. I was SOOOOOOOO embarrassed.. Thank goodness I had shorts on and not a dress.. I must have been 12 or so.. But, it's just like it happened yesterday.. Funny the things we remember and the things we don't.. Looking forward to June.. Any excuse to come back to Richland I jump at.. I miss it.. It will always be my home.. Although, Phoenix in the winter time rules... -Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64) ******************************************** >>From: Billy Didway (66) In the past and recently there have been many put downs on Denny's resturants. I have had enough. I must speak up in defense of Denny's. When traveling coast to coast or border to border on interstates one can always find a Denny's. As we age that becomes important knowing there is a welcoming oasis somewhere ahead that we can stop. Many states are closing roadside rest areas but there will always be a 24 hour Denny's. The food is the same at all Denny's. Looks the same, tastes the same, costs the same and that helps with budgeting for trips. Also the same menu aids the memory process for some of us older Bombers. The large pictures help with ordering as we can just point when needed. The menus are a bonus at Denny's. Denny's has a Senior Citizens menu selection that is specially formulated for us senior citizens. The foods digest easier which mean less bottles of Phillips Milk of Magnesia to pack. If you get lost and find a Denny's it is a safe haven to sit and have coffee till your memory comes back as to why and where you are going. There are always other gray hair people sitting in there doing the same. Denny's is like a senior daycare center away from home. A senior citizens center of the interstate, Denny's I don't think a person can find any of these good things in any five star rated restaurant. Hats off to Denny's. -Bill Didway (66) ******************************************** >>From: Anna Durbin (69) My daughter Nora is the dramaturg for the middle school spring play. I didn't know what a dramaturg was until my older daughter did it a few years ago. She spent a lot of time on the internet looking for the tune to a Japanese jazz song from the early sixties for "Friends" by Kobo Abe. The dramaturg, for those as uneducated as I was, researches the background of the play and issues for the actors so that they do things that are consistent with the time. She helps with making sure the props and scenery and costumes are right too. No anachronisms allowed. Anyhow, they are doing "Up the Down Stair Case" set in a high school in 1964. For once, my memories are too young. The late sixties were a different world from the early sixties. Any of you slightly more mature people have any expressions or slogans, memories of clothes, hairdos, or any other great early sixties customs you want to pass on to the thorough Miss Nora? She will be eternally grateful. Thanks. -Anna Durbin (69) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) To Bill Hoyle (58) RE: Mrs. Mary Lester Thompson Bill, It's been some months ago now that I sent in my own fond memories of sixth grade with Mary Lester, now Thompson. Indeed, she was a great influence on many of us. I think of her so often, these days, and have had the pleasure of corresponding with her via snail mail and e-mail as a result of her daughter's generosity of spirit and time. It should be no surprise to anyone who studied in her class that Mary Lester Thompson is STILL teaching AND learning, if in a less traditional manner. I have it on good authority that she is out there on the golf course regularly, entertaining the young people in her neighborhood, and doing her best to explore cyberspace on a new computer. Perhaps as a result of my experiences as her student, or maybe just as the product of personal observations over some years, I believe life stops when learning ceases; and learning only ceases, it seems, when we lose the courage to take risk. Even at some geographic distance, Mrs. Thompson continues to set an example of the great power of risk taking and education. There are no words which adequately express gratitude for such a gift. What a treasure! -Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Lemler (72) RE: It was like a Bomber Victory! Today reminded me of the many games that graced the Dawald Gym, just like Mike Davis (74) said, a big loud crowd that could bring down the house, only today it was the Kingdome, and talk about flat. Flat it is! I have been a Seahawk Season Ticket holder for the past 3 years and have upgraded every year, but today my seats are where I have always wanted them, RIGHT ON THE FIELD!!! I'm not too sure Mike, but there might be room for a Denny's between Safeco Field and where the "Concrete Goiter" used to stand, a place for the builders to have a Grand Slam before heading to work. I am really going to miss spending $100 on a Sunday afternoon for a beer and hot dog, no alcohol in Husky Stadium, so now I guess I will be able to afford that boat to get to the games. -Mike Lemler (72) ******************************************** >>From: Greg Alley (73) To Mike Davis (74): I thought it was spring time and you were going to liven up the Sandstorm with more embarrassing moments in life or amusing anecdotes. All we get is real estate talk of Richland and more Denny's comedy. Were you at those big games at Dawald gym? I thought you were at some social gatherings at some gravel pits somewhere in West Richland. -Greg Alley (73) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/28/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers sent stuff: Jim Byron (55), Tom Matthews (57), Bill Lattin (58), Jan Bollinger (60), Anita Cleaver (63), Don Doud (64), Gregor Hanson (65), Leona "Mari" Eckert (65), Andee Creighton (67), Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68), Steve Piippo (70), Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Jim Byron (55) RE: Big Milestone TO Gary Behymer (64) Gary, Do you have something planned for the 100K hit on the site? Not every website attains 100K .... maybe a splashy media slide show of the key personnel involved and some of the main contributors? Just a thought! -Jim Byron, Class of '55 (that's 1955) ******************************************** >>From: Tom Matthews (57) RE: Class of '57 teachers Tough to list one favorite, many are deserving of this in one category or another. Nadine Brown - would have to be top on my list, she truly cared and encouraged her students to believe in themselves. More than honorable mention to: Barton, Crew, Dawald, Henrich, Mecum, Reid, Barton, Morelli, Mount, Stone, Juricich, Rish and more. Since Jr. High teachers have also been listed at Chief Jo I would put Mr. Webber, Mr. Hovey and Mrs. Pearson high on my list. Principal Chisholm, later Superintendent of the District was also a favorite. -Tom Matthews (57) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Lattin (58) I feel compelled to write about a teacher who had a special impact on me. I know that teachers are like all of us and are drawn to different types of students, some are drawn to those who study and show an interest in the subject matter, some are attracted to help the under achiever and some are drawn to students who have winsome personalities. Mrs. Brinkman was my 5th grade teacher at Lewis and Clark and she was a teacher who reached out to make learning exciting. She made learning come alive for someone who had little interest in school and in addition was a disruption in her class. I can't thank her enough for her impact on my life. She would be my vote for teacher summa cum laude. For those of you who knew me after the 5th grade, you might doubt Mrs. Brinkman's effectiveness, but she had little to work with and it took a long time for her passion for learning to take root. What a gift to give and what a debt to owe. Thank You, Mrs. Brinkman. -Bill Lattin (58) ******************************************** >>From: Jan Bollinger Persons (60) RE: Everybody knew "Muscles" Remember the happy, mentally challenged fellow known to all as Sonny or Muscles, who rode his bike all over town, often wearing twin holsters and six- shooters? People of all ages knew who he was and would call to him as he passed to hear his invariable response of "Hey-hey, ho-ho!" His Saturday route took him to Densow Drugs and the C&H store on Wright where I worked in the meat market and would visit with him briefly. I took a bit of ribbing when he started pointing me out to people as his girlfriend! It seems to me that he was said to be thirty-something in the late fifties, but he appeared younger. Does anyone know what his last name was and what became of him? -Jan Bollinger Persons (60) ******************************************** >>From: Anita Cleaver Heiling (63) RE: R2K Meeting Minutes For all of you who have not checked out the minutes of the R2K March 20 meeting, this is a must re: snake dance! :) -Anita Cleaver Heiling (63) ******************************************** >>From: Don Doud (64) Note back to Jo Miles (64): Walla Walla Union Bulletin - yes, I'm your local contact, but my real area of expertise was on the Seattle P.I. - I can remember racing you out Harris, me with a whopping 2 or 3 customers, you with a mere 1 or 2 - you always had a pretty spiffy bike, as I recall - as for the rabbits - the most interesting part was watching the magpies dine on the remains. Always a treat as the sun was coming up. And it was pretty nice relaxing in the afternoons while the TCH crew sweated away on their rounds. I got mighty rich with the P.I. - mello mints all around, and a nice generator-fueled headlight for the old Schwin! My most memorable event as a paper boy, though, was when I subbed for you and broke the glass pane on Susan Baker's (64) front door. (I was aiming for the aluminum section. Had I hit it it would have made a tremendous "boom." Instead all I got was a tremendous "Crash." As fast as I could pedal away from the scene of the crime, I wasn't as fast as Susan's dad, who was not pleased. Homer Spencer later ruled that since he insured my family, as well as yours and the Bakers, he would pay for the damages. The P.I. also had other benefits, as my route at one time included uptown, so I'd bike past the Spudnut shop each a.m., and since I always had a pocket full of money from my big job, I could afford to stop. Also remember that Ganzell's paid just once a year, so if you were lucky enough to have the route when they paid you were in big money! -Don Doud (64) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Many thanks to Tom Hemphill (62) who took the time to send a very large amount of 45s my way. They have been offering hours of enjoyment. -Gary Behymer (64) ******************************************** >>From: Gregor Hanson (65) Something to look forward to for a photographic history of the Hanford communities! Battelle - Pacific Northwest National Laboratory is declassifying 50,000 photograph negatives taken at/or around the Hanford site from 1943 to 1967. The photos chronicle the building of the Hanford Engineer Works as part of the Manhattan Project and provide historical insight into the early communities of Hanford, White Bluffs, Pasco and Richland. "Much has been said about the incredible technical feats of the Manhattan Project, but these pictures show the human side of the story," says Kim Engle, manager of the Lab's National Security Analysis Team. "The thousands of day-to-day scenes of common people working and playing are a unique and fascinating record of a time 50 years ago." The project to declassify the negatives began in January and is part of an overall program to review and make public 3.3 million pages of previously classified information at Hanford. A continuation of DOE's openness initiative, Hanford is the only site within the DOE complex attempting to declassify all of its documents and photographs related to the production of nuclear weapons material. Approximately 13,000 of the 50,000 negatives have been declassified to date. Pacific Northwest's National Security Analysis Team is able to review and declassify nearly 200 photographs per day, and all 50,000 negatives are expected to be declassified and ready for release by December 2000. "I think the negatives will interest a diverse cross section of people from former and current workers to community members and history buffs," Engle says. "Additionally, the early photographs of Hanford tanks and facilities construction will be a great resource to the contractor organizations cleaning up Hanford." Once declassified, the negatives are scanned and transferred to compact disk. DOE and Pacific Northwest currently are exploring the option of putting some or all of the photographs on the Internet. -Gregor Hanson (65) ******************************************** >>From: Leona "Mari" Eckert Leahy (65) Reading all the entries about making money as paper delivery persons brings to my mind the way I earned a few extra dollars this time of year. For several years my Dad would send away for packaged flower and vegetable seeds. We would fill a shoe box with these packages and then go door to door selling them. What a lovely time that was... didn't worry about our safety back in those days. Being spring, most of the people we sold to were excited about getting their flower beds started and their vegetable gardens. Richlanders were great customers. Regarding Bill Didway's (66) defense of Denny's Restaurants: Denny's has always been a happy place to spot on trips because of their continuity from place to place, but have to admit, the service in some, sucks. The only "blame" I can attribute to Denny's itself is the fact that they would allow such sluggish service. I agree though, with all Bill had to say about the consistency of the menu's. June is just around the corner. Hoping to see many of you, then. -Leona "Mari" Eckert Leahy (65) ******************************************** >>From: Andee Creighton Mansfield (67) To Bill Didway (66): Senior Citizen?!? at 52? Is this a Denny's thing? I confess to being somewhat "Denny's illiterate" (don't even think about it, Mike Davis), but I thought I was still a few years shy of the discounts. -Andee Creighton Mansfield (67) ******************************************** >>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) RE: Gary O'Rourke Gary was a few years ahead of me in school, so I didn't really know him. But I believe everyone who went to RHS in the mid to late 60's knew OF him, at least. Does anyone know what ever happened to him? He was an urban legend (if you can call Richland "urban"!) before the term was invented, I believe. Two stories I remember about him are as follows -- and please, if anyone knows if they're true, let me know. (I've been telling them to my sons for years, much to their delight!). First, there was the infamous ride on his motorcycle (quite the novelty for a high school kid in the 60's) through Mac Hall. I always wondered how he got the bike through the door, since there were posts in the middle of those doorways in Mac Hall. Second, there's the story of him diving off the Yakima River railroad bridge THROUGH a dead cow which was floating by. SO TELL ME -- HAVE I BEEN LYING TO MY SONS ALL THESE YEARS? Are these stories true? (Probably doesn't really matter --someday when I have grandkids, I will tell them these stories, either way. I'd just like to know for my own self whether they're true or not.) Re: The Gates Family (Parents Floyd & Ruth of Richland Little League Fame; Kids Linnea (66), Wes (68), Tim (70) & Tina): First, as some of you may know, the Little League field at Jefferson (on GWWay) was named "Floyd Gates Field" a few years ago. There's a big sign up to that effect. Wes and I were "steadies" beginning in the fall of our senior year, for about 1.5 years. He and I found one another on the internet in January, 1999, and have been corresponding ever since. He just told me the other day that Floyd wants to coach for two more years, so he will have FIFTY years of Little League coaching in. WOW!! (I am a huge baseball fan, and the Gates family taught me everything I needed to become one --- including how to keep official score. Thanks for that, Ruth! It served me well during my sons' baseball years, and right into the present when I argue with the calls made by professional umpires on TV and/or at Safeco Field!) I have made Wes aware of these sites, but will allow him to post his own e-mail address if he wants to. He has passed the sites info on to Linnea. If anyone is wanting to reach him/her in the meantime, however, you can e-mail me -- and I'll pass the message along. Talk to you all soon! Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To Mike Davis (74) Bring back crowds to Bomber Gym: That's easy; fastbreak basketball with lots of layins played by creative basketball players who grew up in the neighborhood. Open up the gyms on Saturday so the neighborhood kids can play. Maybe those packed Bomber gyms are a testament to the 'coach' - coaches and players of that era. How lucky we were. -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) To Greg Alley (73): Of course I was in those big crowds at Dawald Gym. But, little did the community know that in the late 60's the real basketball show was across Swift Blvd. in the small confines of Christ the King gym. Where else could you witness "the game" of Springboard Alley? Sprinting (well, jogging) down the left wing, wide open for the twenty footer, the Springboard would receive the ball in mid stride, gather his feet underneath him, and actually float up in the air to deliver a textbook jumper that would make the twine whine!!! Pure Poetry!!! -Mike Davis (74) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/29/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 24 Bombers, 1 Falcon, 1 Lion, and 1 funeral notice today. Cliff Judd (49), Norma Culverhouse (49), Ralph Myrick (51), Marilyn Peddicord (53), Marilyn Richey (53), Gary Lucas (57), Loron Holden (57), Jim Russell (58), Jane Walker (62), Carol Converse (64), Gary Behymer (64), Linda Reining (64), David Rivers (65), Margi May (66), Lynne Taylor (67-KHS), Pam Ehinger (67), Blanche Newby (71), Lu Ann Duchemin (72), Becky Tonning (73), Greg Alley (73), Jean Newby (74), Becky Seely (77), Mike Lloyd (77-HHS), Dave Jones (79), Donna St.John (79), Derek Bowls (84) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Cliff Judd (49) To Anna May Wann Thompson (49) Are you still the keeper of the Directory for the Club 40???? I got a list of address from you a few years ago. If so, is the directory in MS Word or something that can be an Attachment and down loaded?? Sure would be nice to have an updated list. -Cliff Judd (49) ******************************************** >>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49) Seeing Jerry Nielhold's (49) name mentioned recently I must add my comments. What a great guy. He was loved by many people including (I think) my kids who knew him as a teacher in school. He was one of my favorite people and I still miss seeing his smiling face at the golf course where I saw him many times with one of his sons and/or his grandson. He almost always had a funny comment and always a cheerful hello. Also have to say I wonder if there will ever be as many or as enthusiastic and loyal Bomber fans as there were in the 70's. What fun staying all night in the Bomber gym to get tickets for the tournaments. -Norma Culverhouse King (49) ******************************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Muscles last name was Robinson. Remember his brother. Can't remember his first name but he played in the band. His instrument was a trumpet I believe. He was hunk to most of the girls. RE: Favorite teachers 6th grade, Marcus Whitman, l945. Miss Marietta. She knew how to keep a class quiet. Just ask Bill Tracy, Bob Clancy, Don Steel and Silvers if he was still with us. A yard stick and a green geography book and erasers. Boy, could she use them. She once threw an eraser at Bill Tracy and missed hitting Althea Swearinger in the face breaking her glasses. I like her but she did scare me. In high school, Helen Skogen was the one. I believe all of us were in love with her. I liked Mr. LePage and Mr. Jones. Mrs. Brown's class was really hard for me. She told me that I would never make it through college because of my ability to use the English language. -Ralph Myrick (51) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) There are two teachers who come to mind that I don't think have been mentioned. Mr. Maruka - taught at Lewis and Clark and then later taught latin in the H.S. and I remember Mrs. Miller from 5th grade in Lewis and Clark - she was the first to encourage me to "take notes" and study later at home (do homework) - little did I know she was setting up a life time habit that helped me through 3 graduate degrees. -Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) To Steve Piippo (70) RE: Dawald Gym Basketball The games from the late forties to into future except now, the Richland Bombers were known for their go-go type of basketball. Many teams tried to play the fast break type of basketball that the Bombers were, but not as successful as the Bombers. Daddy Dawald type of basketball was to run, pass and keep on running. Those teams ran without the ball and like I said, he once told me "There never was a basketball got down the floor faster than a pass". I have seen the new bouncy-bouncy type of ball that Richland played last year. I hope this gentleman looks into the future of Richland's teams. There has always been a way of the teams of RHS that made them different but from what saw this past year, you won't fill Dawald gym with the slowed down offense of bouncing the ball forever until finally going into a play. I wish them well, but we were spoiled as we grew up watching the go- go Bombers. To Jan Bolllinger (60): Muscles' name was Sonny Robertson and yes he had a routine to where he went in Richland. Yes, everybody new him and communicated with him and watched over him. Since I worked in the field of Developmentally Disabled persons for thirty years, Sonny was a very fortunate person especially in the 40s and 50s in this country. He was one of the fortunate persons with less mentally factors, but this town and the students of RHS treated him very well. Even today, his communication with the people of this town gave him a higher quality of life for that reason alone than most of these persons receive from the communities that they live in. Sonny's family moved to California where I'm told he passed away some years ago. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Lucas (57) RE: Favorite Teachers I thought I should get my selections in before the time expires to submit them. As usual, I pretty much agree with Wes Hayward (57). I think Mrs. Buescher in plane geometry was probably the best teacher I ever had. She taught us how to think logically. I still use her approach in attacking problems today. I had no better teacher at either Washington State or Yale than she was. Miss Skogan was also a superb teacher in advanced algebra. In science Mr. Henrich was an outstanding chemistry teacher and in physics Mr. Scott was a lot of fun. In English I liked Mr. Barton. He went on to an illustrious career at Washington State. When he died a couple of years ago, the college paper gave him an outstanding tribute. These are my favorites, but I pretty much liked all of my teachers. It was much later that I realized how good the teaching staff in Richland really was. -Gary Lucas (57) ******************************************** >>From: Loron Holden (57) Good Job Sandstorm!!! One very nice thing about e-mail is that you can quick edit articles and if they have no interest, move on to the next one!! So many good sites have been abandoned and shut down as a few activists make such a stink about something that the general purpose gets lots and everything falls apart. While I agree that politics are better suited for certain venues let's don't let a few ruin something that is good for many. I really enjoy this site, even though I live about as far away from Richland as possible, Florida, I do enjoy the memories and the present news from Richland, a place that I am proud to say that I grew up in and I agree with so many, a truly unique situation especially as far as education is involved. My suggestion is to ignore any statements or issues that may offend you, move on to the next article (delete buttons are free) and lets all sit back and enjoy our morning issue if the Sandstorm, much more interesting and much less depressing than the National News!!! -Loron Holden (57) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Russell (58) RE: Favorite teacher I agree with Bill Lattin (58). Mrs. Brinkman in 5th grade was the tops. Bill mentioned that he was possibly a disruptive student and not inspired prior to Mrs. Brinkman, and yet she reached out to him and others. I could never be classified as a disruptive student, and took to learning opportunities with relish, but she inspired me also, and I must include Mrs. Brinkman of Lewis & Clark as a favorite and one of the better educators throughout my 16 years of formal education. -Jim Russell (58) ******************************************** >>From: Jane Walker (62) RE: R2K RAFFLE ATTENTION COL-HI/RHS ALUMNI: The R2K Committee is looking for donations of quality items for the Raffle. There are many Alumni out there who are highly gifted and talented. Use your imagination and come up with an item that an Alumni couldn't pass up. If you are an Alumni who owns a business... please consider donating an item, a gift certificate, or something that promotes your company. If you can help by donating an item, or would like to help on the Raffle Committee, please e-mail me. -Jane Walker (62) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) To Bill Didway (66) Thanks for the little diddy on Denny's. I feel the same way about Shari's. We always stop at a Shari's whenever we see one, although, I'm not sure if they have any back east or not. I have to concur about that "Senior Citizen" bit. No no no, you aren't one for a few years. Sorry. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ******************************************** >>From Gary Behymer (64) Remember those 'all-nighters' playing RISK? Rule the world? Well, take over one of the following web sites and rule the year! Yep... it would be nice if class members from the following years would take over that years site (;-) The following sites administered by 'old' Gary are available for the asking. Heck, we'll even help you get started. Class Year 1967 Class Year 1972, 1973, 1974 (Any of them!) Class Year 1975, 1976, 1977, 1978 & 1979 (Any of them!) Class Year 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988 After the initial set up, very little time has to be put into the site. -Gary Behymer (64) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining (64) To Anna Durbin (69): You asked about hair-do's, fashions, etc., from the early 60's --- am not sure if these are what you had in mind, but I remember: "beehive" hair-do; "bubble" hair-do; "pill-box" purses; "sharkskin" skirts (cannot remember why they were called that - -- only remember they were white and a "must-have" --- we wore them at Carmichael in 9th grade ----- some kind of "uniform" for selling refreshments at the basketball games, I think --- hate having "brain-fade"); and cinnamon colored nylons (pantyhose were not around then). Am not sure this is what you had in mind, but maybe others will contribute with "better" memories. -Linda Reining (64) ******************************************** >>From: David Rivers (65) RE: Another year Can it be another year has gone by? Imagine, the joy of it all. Just 53 short years ago, two families were looking down at two new-borns and soon to be Bombers. I can see it all now. There they were, Mr. and Mrs. Crow, trying to figure out what to do with this little bundle with his goatee and razor sharp wit... What shall we name him Mrs. Crow asked? You mean we have to keep it... I mean him, responded Mr. Crow... And luckily for us, the class of 65 and all those listeners in the Seattle area, the Crowster entered the hall of Bomber- fame... Happy birthday to my Parents' favorite box-boy in all of Safeway history... Gary Crow (65)! But it didn't end there by golly, ya know. Yumpin' Yimminy, the Johnsons were also giving birth to their little boy, Brian Lee. Born about as round as they come was a rolly-polly baby boy that in between 6th and 7th grade would be tall enough to look the basket square in the eye. The stories of BJ (Brian Johnson (65)), trying to cope with his new height are legendary to our class... there was the time that he tangled with the clothesline pole and split his head... there was the time he tried to ice-skate and split his head... But he will always be the guy we held in reverence for being able to look old enough to drive (and see over the steering wheel) when we would "borrow" Terry Davis' (65) Dad's car. No one in the class (at least at that age) could pull it off better...... So here's a happy birthday to Bomberdom's greatest architect and DJ... Brian Johnson and Gary Crow! PS, I just talked to Davis (65) and he says he has a cool audition tomorrow and to say Hi and HB, too! -David Rivers (65) ******************************************** >>From: Margi May Legowik (66) To Cathy Fullmer Tusler (66) As you lamented, "Poor Mr. Gentle!" I vaguely recall the Playboy episode but I have another one. That poor guy was such an easy target! It was common knowledge (at least it was common rumor) that he had suffered shell shock in the service in WWII. Another one of the naughty Davids in our class (this one was Sonderland, I believe) would snap a penny between his fingers and make it fly into the concentric circle air vent in Mr. Gentle's first floor class in Mac Hall. The penny would then go into action banging like gunfire in the blades of the fan! Seems to me our poor teacher ducked under his desk the first time, but just left the class room with a morsel of dignity at the times after that. Isn't it funny that so many of us were together for these day-after-day events and our memories focus on separate episodes? I confess to selective hearing and selective memory, too! -Margi May Legowik (66) ******************************************** >>From: Lynne Taylor (67-KHS) RE: Hanford History To Gregor Hanson (65): Interesting reading, your last entry regarding the declassification of the early Hanford photos. I would enjoy seeing them. There is so much we weren't allow to talk about then, let alone see. Will we hear more about them? There is an interesting book written by Paul Loeb, "Nuclear Culture - Living & Working in the World's Largest Atomic Complex". It tells of the formation of the the area in which we grew up; the arrival of the many diverse families from all over the United States. Coming to the new area, with hopes of making $ and aiding in the war effort. It talks of the efforts to make the barren desert livable by planting sycamore and birch trees, and how they had to reseed the manicured lawns each time the termination winds blew dust covering them. Aside from that, it goes into detail about the organizations created for the families -- social, religious, and educational. It's not so much about what went on inside Hanford, but more about the cultural birth of the towns. If you grew up in the Tri-Cities, I highly recommend this book for community background and entertainment. -Lynne Taylor (67-KHS) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) RE: HELP!! Dear Bombers in Richland, I need your help! The Cob Webs have taken over my Brain!! I've missed placed the paper that had the name of the Motel and Phone number on it. What I can remember is something Day off or on Lee Blvd. If there is someone out there that has any idea what I'm talking about, please help me!! Damn I hate when this happens!! One other thing my husband Jerry is going in for back surgery this Wed. 3/29/00 we could use some extra prayers. Thank You. Bomber's Cheers, -Pam Ehinger (67) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Blanche Newby Rue (71) Date: Tue Mar 28 19:38:30 2000 My sister Randi (70) sent me this site and I just love it. Have found people I haven't seen in YEARS and am enjoying looking back on the good old days in Richland! Hope to see more, and hey, I didn't graduate with my class of 71 but would like to be put on the list anyway, is that possible? Thanks for a great site! -Blanch Newby Rue (71) ******************************************** >>From: Lu Ann Duchemin (72) Hi This is in response to John Campbell [72?]. Sorry about the spelling of your last name. Anyway, I found this site about 6 months ago and I like reading about what has happened over the years. I really don't respond to anyone or add my stories because I don't think they are very interesting. I did want you to know that I do remember you at CK - I think. You must have been real quiet and a bit shy. Back in CK days I was going by Lu Ann Duchemin. We lived across the street form the school. I now live in Seattle and just love it. Well, I hope this is the right John C. I remember, but if not it was nice to think there was a familiar link to Richland. Thanks, -Lu Ann Duchemin (72) ******************************************** >>From: Becky Tonning Downey (73) RE: Brad Upton (74) I just wanted to write in and say I'm not only proud to be a "Mighty Bomber" but now I can say I'm among you have already seen Brad Upton in action!!! To say the least, he truly is a talented comedian, but more than that he is just a wonderful person! I took 6 of my friends to see him at Harvey's Club in downtown Portland and we laughed so hard our cheeks did hurt for two days!! Thanks, Brad, for a great evening and good luck with your circuit!! I'm still amazed at how small of a world it is and that you live so close to my sister and use my niece as a babysitter!! :) Good luck in the running and slow down sometimes... you'll never get to smell the roses!!! Hee!! Sincerely, -Becky Tonning Downey (73) ******************************************** >>From: Greg Alley (73) To Steve Piippo (70) and Mike Davis (74) Even though my life long dream of being a Bomber basketball player never came to pass, I still hope for a more exciting brand of hoops. The new coach has an old school style and that has a chance of winning I think most would prefer the fast break style. I did attend his first attempt at a alumni game. It was the night of the huskies bowl game and there was no one in the gym. Maybe 200 people tops. Jeremy Eaton of the Zags fame and some of the recent grads played but no one was there to witness it. Those days at Toivo's gym on Saturdays and hoping to be a Bomber were great memories. I know we all know the unknown legend of Mike Davis. The legends of the New York playgrounds can never top the Davis court exploits of one Larry legend, or is it the magic man, no its just Boo Boo Davis. Please, just one more comeback. Maybe fast break, excuse me slow break, 5 foot and under. -Greg Alley (73) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Jean Newby Lazzari (74) Date: Tue Mar 28 16:59:52 2000 This site is great and hope to catch people I went to school with. I would have graduated in 1974, but dropped out of school to get married. I did go back to school in 1983 and graduated in 1984 with my kids watching me get my diploma. It was great. I hope if any of you I know sees this you will e-mail me for a long lost chat. -Jean Newby Lazzari (74) ******************************************** >>From: Becky Seely Collins (77) RE: Gary O'Rourke Gary still lives in Richland. I don't know if those stories about him are true, but it certainly sounds like him. Actually, the motorcycle story rings a bell, I think I may have heard that one at one time or another, and I'm from the class of '77! Gary can sometimes be found hanging out at the Texaco on the corner of Jadwin and Williams. It used to be Curly's Shell station. I ran into him a couple of years ago chatting with the mechanics there while I stopped to fill up. Nice guy. -Becky Seely Collins (77) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Lloyd (77-HHS) For those of you basketball fans who watched the Florida/Oklahoma State East Regional Final on Sunday, you should have recognized one of your own out on the basketball court. No, he wasn't playing for either team, he was one of the men in stripes, Dick Cartmell (73). Getting that prestigious assignment is a great accomplishment and is a statement that he is regarded as one of the top 12 NCAA Men's basketball officials in the nation. As a fellow basketball official, I would like to wish him the sincerest congratulations on reaching that level. Hope to see you on TV next weekend. -Mike Lloyd (77-HHS) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Dave Jones (79) Date: Tue Mar 28 19:10:18 2000 '79 Bombers What a great reunion! Would like to know who is going this year. Drop me a line if you plan on visiting Reno or Salt Lake City. -Dave Jones (79) ******************************************** >>From: Donna St.John Rodewald (79) To Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68): I've heard of the "diving through the dead cow" story too. Is it another "urban legend"? And I believe I did hear of someone riding a motorcycle through Mac Hall. My brothers (Dick '65, Ron '67, Pat '72) may have told me those stories, way back when. We all share so many memories, whether they are our memories or not! To all my research paper helpers: Thanks so much to all who responded to my request for info. about Nuclear Energy. My son is so thrilled to see that there are so many "experts" out there! And the web sites! We'll be making a trip to the Tri-Cities as soon as my folks return from the south. Thank you all. -Donna St.John Rodewald (79) ******************************************** >>From: Derek Bowls (84) I wonder if there are any alumni out there who were athletes on the legendary state cross country teams of 1970-1974? I need to know if there was one of those years that you wore plain white singlets, so your opponents didn't know who you were. Please reply at your convenience. -Derek Bowls (84) ******************************************** Funeral notice received from Tom Matthews (57) and scanned by Shirley Collings Haskins (66): Richard J. "Dick" Bresina, Class of 1957 ~ 5/2/39 - 1/4/00 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/30/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 13 Bombers and 1 Bomber spouse today. Anna May Wann (49), Doreen Hallenbeck (51), Ralph Myrick (51), Dick Epler (52), Curt Donahue (53), Dennis Barr (58), Margi May (66), Peg Kestell (67), Steve Edwards (68), Spouse of Darwin Perkins (69), Shirley Moore (70), Steve Piippo (70), Greg Alley (73), Dave Trent (75) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ F-HOUSE ORNAMENTS HAVE ARRIVED. Ornaments are $5 ($6 if mailed). All proceeds go to the building/furnishing fund for the new Richland Community Center. For order form, or more information about this and other alphabet-house ornaments: Ornament Order Form ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Anna May Wann Thompson (49) To Cliff Judd (49): No I do not keep the addresses any more, that wonderful job was taken over by Lola Yale (Bob's wife) when club 40 bought a computer. Her E-mail address is [deleted for privacy]. Also for any of the others out there who have change of addresses, etc. be sure and let Lola know so her file is current. This is not an easy job - especially the way all of you oldsters keep moving. I guess this is known as "footloose and fancy free". Anyway she is doing a great job and I'm sure she will send it to you. -Anna May Wann Thompson (49) ******************************************** >>From: Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51) RE: '51 memory IF memory serves me (and quite often these days it doesn't) Sonny Robertson's brother was Bob, and I seem to recall his parents having shetland ponies that folks could ride down at their farm house along the Yakima River in south Richland. This was in about 1944 or 45, and it really wasn't too far from where we lived on Davenport Street. Anyone else recall the shetlands? -Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51) ******************************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) When some of you were kids, in body, and was a good customer at Diettrich's market and the intersection of Duportail and Wright Ave., you probably knew my mother, Ola Myrick, and one other employee named Joe Mensinger. In today's [29th] paper, I read that Joe had passed away. I worked with him at Diettrich's and, to say the least, we had a good time. Joe was always teasing someone. Once he hung my mother on a meat hook. Pat Daniels was also the butt of many of his pranks. Everyone liked Joe, especially my Mom. -Ralph Myrick (51) ******************************************** >>From: Dick Epler (52) RE: Favorite Teachers As long as someone's keeping track, I should probably cast my vote for favorite teachers. A high school teacher I haven't seen mentioned before is Charles Shank who taught Plane Geometry in 1951. For all the reasons given by Gary Lucus (57) for liking the way Mrs. Buescher taught plane geometry (logical thinking) I liked Charles Shank. But it was more than that. Mr. Shank had a real love for his students that went beyond the classroom. Before he had heart problems, he would invite his students to go on field trips to correlate what they learned in the classroom with nature. This concept of OJT (On the Job Training) has stayed with me throughout my life and has been an invaluable tool for grounding the principles of “logical thinking.” It's always nice when you can provide a check for abstract reasoning by deducing various aspects of the physical world that can then be verified. Along with Mr. Shank, my favorites were Walter LePage (Physics), Helen Skogen (Algebra), and Naomi Buescher (Solid Geometry and Trigonometry). And like Ralph Myrick (51), I also had Gifford Jones for Chemistry. In fact, I think Ralph and I were in some of these same classes together. -Dick Epler (52) ******************************************** >>From: Curt Donahue (53) RE: Favorite Teacher My favorite teacher at Lewis & Clark has to be Bressler and in High School it is Skogen. I remember "Muscles" very well and Marilyn Ritchie (53) is right. He did have a quality of life that was unique at that time, because so many cared for him. Who remembers the Saint Bernard that roamed the streets of Richland? He was everyone's friend. I don't know who, if anyone, he belonged to. -Curt Donahue (53) ******************************************** >>From: Dennis Barr (58) RE: PEA HARVEST!! Summers in Richland? I really don't remember much about them, because my summer time between sophomore and senior years were spent in Walla Walla. Many of the late 50's Bombers moved to Walla Walla during the summer and landed our first "real" jobs. I can remember that first interview like it was yesterday. We made such pests of ourselves that the manager looked at the three of us and said, "I've stepped over and around you guys long enough. You and you and you follow me", and into the wage earning class we went. The pay was very good, but the hours were terrible and we were wet and hot our whole shift. It was a big adventure, but somewhat scary too. It was the first taste of being out side of our parents control. At 16 we negotiated our first rent agreements and shopped for our own food (those of us that could cook). We were on our own. The funny thing was, we were so tired that most of the time we slept and ate and worked with little time for trouble. We were on our own except like most "guys", we would make a trip home to Mom for some real food and to get our clothes washed. Thank God for mothers!! I remember one wonderful night when big John Meyers (58) and I decided to take in a dance at the Wa-Hi teen center. It was our night out on the town, with fresh clothes and our "Blue suede shoes" we were ready to go. We were enjoying the scenery of some new girls, when a group of them walked over and asked John.... "Where did you get those purple suede shoes??" I had never seen him at a loss for words, but this was a first. The girls all laughed and laughed, and it broke the ice for us and we had a great time. John (at 6'6") had lots of trouble finding shoes that the rest of the classmates wore, so purple it was. I teased him from then on to be sure and wear his "ice breakers" when we took on Walla Walla. There were some great memories of growing up during the Pea Harvest!! One of the biggest pay backs for working in the Pea's?? The wonderful windfall called Tax Return!! The big thing in those days: State Basketball in Seattle. All over school was heard... have you got your income tax back yet? This was our ticket to state and a chance for the football and track guys to join with the rest of the school to cheer on our "state basketball team" 1958 champs.... This made the long hours in the Pea's well worth the effort.... What a time to live in... Go Bombers.......... To Marilyn Richey (53) Yes those were wonderful years of fast break basketball. Like you, I wish our today's teams the best of luck, but without "fast break" it won't be the same... -Dennis Barr (58) ******************************************** >>From: Margi May Legowik (66) My sister, Evie May Coscia (76-Hanford) sent me the cutest website that might be a lot of fun for the R2K planners -- or anyone else in a nostalgic moment, looking for anything from Abba Zabba candy to Zagnut bars. It is I especially liked the candy section, thinking of many a happy afternoon at the Densow Drugstore candy counter. Only one I miss is the dark chocolate 7-Up bar! Yum! -Margi May Legowik (66) ******************************************** >>From: Peg Kestell Hume (67) RE: Senior Moment To Pam Ehinger (67) Several months ago you wrote and said that you were staying at Days Inn and that you were arriving on Thursday. Hope this helps you get to the reunion on time. Didn't realize that Jerry was having surgery. Hope it's not something serious and that he recovers quickly as we all want to see your VW bus at the Cool Summer Nights event this summer. I keep hearing stories about Gary O'Rourke and that he still lives in Richland. I have nothing but fond memories of Gary...... his yellow '67 Corvette (" '67...... I'm in heaven"..... used to be one of his favorite sayings as he snuffed the rest of the cars in town!) He even let me drive it once, around the block one time. I specifically remember a "Spodie Baggodie" (sp?) party out on one of the islands one nite. Lots of cheap red wine, vodka and a whole lot of 86'd fruit that the guys all salvaged from the garbage dumpsters behind the grocery stores, and a new garbage can for mixing everything in. A real lethal combination....... I can remember hitching a ride out to the island on somebody's boat....... can't quite remember how I got back...... seems someone tried to get Gary to water ski and the boat started to sink. If you live in Richland and know the whereabouts of Gary, would you pleeeeaase call him up and give him the info about the reunion and beg him to come? It's been over 25 years since I've seen him and I feel that this reunion would be incomplete without his attendance. What a neat guy! -Peg Kestell Hume (67) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Edwards (68) To Boo Boo and the "Boog" I was there, in the beginning, when the legend of Boog was just beginning to blossom. I just want to tell you, it wasn't all hype... the boy could play a little hoops! I was a rookie coach at CK with a "hot" group of young race horses... We had Randy Rice as the Point Guard (the original "energizer bunny") he could run all day and was usually the only one on his end of the court when he would score... in some circles that is called cherry picking. Our big guys (or our taller guys, they were only 8th graders after all) were John Sams and Dan Dykes, both dominators for that age group. Then the two shooters a lefty and a righty, Danny Danhauer (probably spelled that wrong) and Dick Cartmell (73). Really a great team for Jr. High - but not a good team to be a sub on! Enter the Boog; I thought he ought to fit the lean and mean look... fortunately he knew better. A "baby Barkley" before there was a Charles Barkley, able to rain 3 pointers before there was a three point line. I think that team only lost one game (23-1) and used to regularly score 60 + points a game (in 8 min. quarters!) We would pull the starters and Boog would go in score another 15-18 points! The other coaches were always complaining about "running up the score". The only real drawback I can remember were the uniforms. Styles in those days didn't really flatter the Boog (being larger than life as he was). Al Yencopal purchased those uniforms himself in the late 50's and I'm sure CK players were still using them in the 70's. I didn't get to see Boog play after 8th grade, but it sounds like he must have just gotten stronger. I've heard things like "jump shot" and "rebound" and as I recall (correct me here if my memory fails, Greg) your jump shot meant your heels came off the floor?! Anyway, Mr. Alley, hope to see you in June -You can get even with me then! -Steve Edwards (68) ******************************************** >>From: Karen Perkins - spouse of Darwin Perkins (69) My husband is Darwin Perkins and graduated in 69. We have been living in Richland for over 10 years and our 4 sons were all Bombers! He works for a company out of San Francisco that last fall had him in Kuwait. At the present time he works in LA during the week and flies home each weekend. He's a computer analyst... and I know that he doesn't have computers lie back, listen to their problems and then analyze them :) Darwin is the oldest of 11 kids who were all Bombers also. I think his sister Kathy graduated in 71. She has been very successful in running her own pattern business... called Gooseberry Hill. She has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer and is undergoing treatment. Any of you who remember her... please include her in your prayers. She is one of the sweetest, kindest and most giving people I have ever known. Thank you all... -Karen Perkins - spouse of Darwin Perkins (69) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Shirley Moore (70) Date: Wed Mar 29 20:42:52 2000 Alumni Sandstorm & Bomber Website Great idea & great site! Thanks to whoever takes credit........ -Shirley Moore (70) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To Mike Davis (74) I remember great days as a Lutheran hoop player playing the Mormons Ward #3, I think. Phil Jones (69), Carlisle and other guys had a good Mormon team and we were Bomber rejects as Lutherans. Pat Maki, Jack Ham, Keith Jeck, Dick Lee, Gates, a guy I see at all the Bomber games, a couple others I can't remember coached by the legendary Floyd Gates. We played games in the Mormon church and Spalding. Highlight was a small trophy. I also remember a big strong senior football player named Hodson who elbowed me in the temple knocking me out. It still hurts. The Catholics were tough. -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Greg Alley (73) To Mike Lloyd (77-HHS): Yes, that was the famous Dick Cartmell. He was a fellow Christ the King graduate and '73 Col Hi graduate. He has made the big time and the dreams of making it somehow to the NBA or such is realized in his graduation to NCAA hoops stardom. He has said you need to be 50 or 60 to get an assignment to a regional or final 4 but has prevailed in his ability to get there. I hope he gets a final 4 in his near future. Bomber hoops live on. -Greg Alley (73) ******************************************** >>From: -Dave Trent (75) To Derek Bowles (84): I wasn't one of them, but I went to RHS from 73- 75. They did revert to white one year to surprise the opposition (and it worked). The four year streak is one of the great ones in Washington history! Jim Rice (75) was one of those fine harriers and is a regular contributor to the Sandstorm. I'm sure you'll hear from him as well. RHS was probably one of the few Cross Country teams in the state that actually had fans at the races! Mike Lloyd (HHS-77): Great to hear about Dick Cartmell (73). He was one of the upperclassmen I liked to watch run the floor at RHS. I'm not a basketball fan anymore, but I truly enjoyed being one of the fans in the glory years. Too bad we no longer fill the gym. It was a sight to behold. I recently shared the photo someone kindly scanned a month or so ago with some co workers. They wouldn't have believed it if they hadn't seen it. Out here (Philadelphia), not even the public league playoffs get as much attention as one of our conference games did. We sure had it great! I've been away almost since graduation. Most of my time has been in the East. For those of you who stayed near the Tri-Cities, count your blessings! It's the best part of America by far! -Dave Trent (75) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/31/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 13 Bombers and 1 Falcon today. Gus Keeney (57), Paula Beardsley (62), George Valdez (63), Linda Belliston (63), Kathie Roe (64), Patty de la Bretonne (65), Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68), Phil Jones (69), Rick Polk (70), Geoff Rothwell (71), Llorene Myers (72), Mike Lloyd (77-HHS), Sonny (Tony) Parker (81), Garrett Craddock (84), Carianne Siemens (94) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Gus Keeney (57) To Dennis Barr (58): I remember that year at the Peas. John Kennedy (57) and I were working at Walla Walla Canning Co. Then John and I went to work in the Wheat Harvest driving wheat dump trucks. We would take the wheat to the silo in town for storage. I am having a senior moment and can't remember the name of the small town above Pasco. I do remember the Rancher's name that we worked for. Bill Allert. He and his wife were really great folks. After the Harvest John and I took a trip in his 1950 Dodge to White Fish, Montana where he had relatives. It was my first trip to Montana and a great one. John may be able to clean up some of the details. Anyway, thanks again Dennis for dredging up those memories. -Gus Keeney (57) ******************************************** >>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) RE: Another R2K idea Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) asked me to look into the possibility of having "homecoming" mums available for the reunion. After checking with Barronelle Metcalf Stutzman (62), owner of Arlene's Flowers, we suggest a yellow silk standard mum (about 6" across) with the green "R" (made from a pipe cleaner attached in the middle of the mum) and green and gold ribbons w/a small (1/2 inch) plastic basketball attached to the end of one of the ribbons just like we used to wear to homecoming games. We can do them for $8.95 + tax - total $9.68 but they would need to be preordered (Payment upon pickup) so we could have them ready for pick up that weekend at the registration area. I think it would be a nice keepsake of the weekend. Being silk instead of fresh, they will last the whole weekend. If you are interested in placing an order, e-mail me at Also, we will have tickets for the Cool Desert Night street dances at Howard Amon (Riverside Park to the oldies) for sale at the registration desk on Friday and Saturday. If you purchase your tickets at the R2K registration area when you pick up your packet, $1.00 of the purchase price will be returned to the committee to distribute to the school. (Presale not available at this time) This will benefit the school and you won't have to stand in line at the dance to purchase your tickets. The last couple of years, the lines have been long so I recommend that you take advantage of this opportunity. The Friday night street dance with "Men in the Making" will be $5.00 and the Saturday night dance with the "Kingsmen" will be $10.00. The dance both nights begin at 9:00 (gate opens at 7:45) and Saturday night will include viewing for the fireworks show over the river. There will be food vendors and a beer garden for your enjoyment. Limited seating is available so bring your chairs or blankets. I do have a few registration forms if you are interested in participating in Cool Desert Nights Car show and cruises. Cost is $40.00 before June 1 and includes tickets for both street dances, cruises, Show N-Shine all day Saturday, slow drags, poker walk and run, Saturday breakfast and dinner. Send me a snail mail address and I will get it off to you asap. For those of you still interested in Dad's book, "Long Road to Self Government" There will be a limited number available at the R2K Registration Desk. Cost will be $15.00. -Paula Beardsley Glenn (62) ******************************************** >>From: George Valdez (63) To Ralph Myrick (51) Thanks for sparking the memory of Diettrich's market. I remember the crowded aisles and the shelves that seemed to stretch all the way to the ceiling. Well, to a small boy looking to buy a handful of penny candy they seemed that tall. Yes I knew your Mom. I always thought "what a different name" (Ola). I don't believe I've ever heard the name since. Sorry to hear about Joe Mensinger. I vaguely recall him, and I'm sure that he probably checked out some of the penny candy I bought, since Deittrich's was "my store" and I didn't buy my penny candy anyplace else. Well that's partly due to the fact that I only lived about two blocks from there. Take care. -George Valdez (63) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Belliston Boehning (63) The R2K Reunion meeting has been canceled on Monday, April 3rd due to Spring Vacation and the school being closed. We rescheduled it to Monday, April 10th at 7:00 in the Home EC Room. We have lots of new information and ideas to share. To Committee Chairmen: If you can't make the meeting, please send a report on your Committee to Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) or to me. I talked to the "Red Lion Hotel", (The old Desert Inn) yesterday, and they have had a few cancellations and now have a few rooms available Reunion Week-end. The number to call is 509-946-7611. Golf Tee times are filling up fast. If interested, e-mail Dick Boehning (63) at A Reminder to Alumni on REGISTRATION FORMS! Have you filled them out and sent them in yet? -Linda Belliston Boehning (63) ******************************************** >>From: Kathie Roe Truax (64) Well, folks, if you haven't registered for the June 23-25 R2K reunion, you're gonna wanna do it after you see the lineup for the alumni basketball game. So without further ado, here they are ----- your Richland Bombers alumni basketball teams: GREEN TEAM #1 (1957-76) Coached by Jim Castleberry 57 Norris Brown 59 Dick Nelson 60 Jim Walton 62 Bill Blankenship 63 Jim House 64 Jerry Spears 64 Steve Denler 65 Rod Brewer 67 Steve Panther 74 Bruce Wallace 75 Mike Neill GREEN TEAM #2 (1977-1996) 77 Cameron Mitchell 78 Steve Miller 78 Rick Rose 79 Brian Kellerman 79 Mark Hoke 89 Nat Roe 92 Boyd Robertson 94 Mark Stottlemyre GOLD TEAM #1 (1957-76) Coached by Phil Neill 58 CW Brown 59 LeeRoy Parchen 59 Bill Roe 60 Bob Frick 61 Jack Glover 63 Theartice Wallace 64 Ray Stein 64 Gary Webb 65 Brian Johnson 70 Mike Hogan 72 Bryan Coyne 72 Steve Neill GOLD TEAM #2 (1977-96) 77 Michael Peterson 78 Blaine Marlin 79 Bob Kennedy 82 Mark Bircher 82 Bruce Robertson 90 Nate Holdren 94 Jeremy Eaton 95 Doug Schulz 96 Neal Robertson The game will consist of five periods; the #1 guys will play two periods and then the #2 guys will play three periods. There will be a half-time break at the end of the first two periods. We're still trying to recruit a few more players, but we're very happy to have recruited all these Richland greats. This is a once-in-a-lifetime game you won't want to miss. See you there .... -Kathie Roe Truax (64) ******************************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) To Anna Durbin, Pill box hats! Mrs. Kennedy wore them. Bucket bag purses. (top folded down from each side.) I had a bubble haircut and we had just started ratting our hair. 8th and ninth grade. White lipstick! Squash heels? textured, patterned nylons. Panty girdles! ugh. -Patty de la Bretonne (65) ******************************************** >>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) RE: Muscles & Richland's Special Ed I guess I'm coming in kind of late on the discussion regarding Muscles. But I remember him so well, riding his bike around in South Richland when I was a little kid. Not only was his quality of life terrific (remember, this was the 50's), but ours was enhanced as well. Muscles was for most of us our first experience with what was then called mental retardation. (I'm not sure what is the politically correct term is this week.) He taught so many of us that there was nothing to be feared there, just because he was "different" from us. Powerful message to a lot of little kids -- am I right? And while I'm on the subject, I grew up right across the street from the "Special Education Wing" of Lewis & Clark. I don't know how many of us realize what a model program that was in the 50's. The Kindergarten wing was right next door to the Special Ed wing. I started Kindergarten in 1955, when I was 4. To me, from birth, really, those kids were just kids -- only they walked or talked or whatever a little differently. What a blessing to grow up with that kind of exposure, before I had the opportunity to develop fear and prejudice against people who are physically or mentally challenged. Anyway, the point of this is that Richland had a great Special Ed program in the 50's, which has continued through the years. I know there were two elementary schools involved back then --- Lewis & Clark....and which one was the other one? Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) To Steve Edwards (68): Hi Steve. Nice to see your name and comments in the Sandstorm. As a fellow southender, do you remember trying to teach me to box. I think you were learning in CYO and had an unfair advantage. I remember taking multiple jabs to the nose before I decided I was never going to be "a contenda". Thanks for the boxing lesson and I still hate you for it. To Steve Pippo (70): There were some very good church league players not playing high school ball, many of whom you mentioned. Don Parsons (before our time) ended up playing at CBC and Montana or somewhere, after having not played for Art. Art's motion offense was really suited to guys who could run the floor but not the best for more lumbering post up players. I personally didn't get along with Art at all. I had figured I would be a point guard like my idol Ray Stein (64). I quit my junior year during tryouts and hooked up with the Mormon team with Mike Swallow, Chuck Smith, Doug Carlisle and others. We were successful enough to make what was than called "The All-Church" Mormon tournament in Salt Lake City two years in a row. (I fell in love with Salt Lake by the way and eventually moved there) We lost to the eventual champions and finished 5th in '69. I must admit that our success did evoke some sense of revenge for me as the '69 Bomber team didn't make it out of Districts. Art is a legend, but he didn't do much for me. I did however have a great time playing church hoops. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) To Steve Piippo (70) Hey Steve, I too remember the legendary "Richland Church Basketball League" and the games at the old Spalding Gym. As a "Bomber reject" myself, I remember well those games at that gym. It was during my Senior year that I suffered a potentially career ending (ha ha) injury, when I had a complete ligament tear in my right ankle. I was sidelined for 6 weeks. Let's also not forget those great Richland Baptist Church (RBC) teams of the late 60's: Duke (David) Mitchell (69), Steve Carrigan (70), Jim Shelton and me (of course) :-) I had a lot of fun in those games...... would rather have been a Bomber, but Mr. Dawald felt I was too short for his teams. :-( Anyway, thanks for jogging those memories. -Rick Polk (70) ******************************************** >>From: Geoff Rothwell (71) To Lynne Taylor (67-KHS) RE: Paul Loeb's book The problem I had with Loeb's book is that it's great on the early history to the early 1960s and it's great on the WPPSS construction era in the late 1970s, but there isn't much in between. I moved to Richland in 1963 and graduated in 1971, so it didn't cover the period I lived there, but gave me a good idea of before and after. Someone needs to fill in the sociological history that Loeb missed and update it after the early 1980s. By the way, the complete citation for the book is Paul Loeb, "Nuclear Culture: Living and Working in the World's Largest Atomic Complex" (New Society Publishers, 1986). New Society Publishers was at 4722 Baltimore Avenue, Philadelphia, PA 19143 when the book was published. Unfortunately, according to, it is out of print. Does anyone know where it can be found? -Geoff Rothwell (71) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Llorene Myers Bezanson (72) Date: Thu Mar 30 18:09:19 2000 Yesterday was the first time I saw the site. Only knew about Kennewick's "all class" reunion recently. Been out of the loop a bit. I remember being able to vote as a teen for the first time and when the basketball team won State. The last time was class of '58... and boy, were WE proud! I went with my girlfriends and painted a big sign clear across the basement of our "A" house we took along to the motel that we plastered on the outside of the building. Unfortunately... it didn't last long! Think the opposing team trashed it! -Llorene Myers Bezanson (72) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Lloyd (77-HHS) To Greg Alley (73) Yes, I am sure Dick Cartmell (73) is one of the young guys out there. It is great to see some young guys get a shot. Nice to think that at 40 something you are still be considered young!! Personally, I think the NCAA is a much better game than the NBA and is certainly a heck of a lot more fun to watch. Hope your family is doing well. How is Boots? To Dave Trent (75) Having just moved back to WA after 6+ years in MD, I can certainly agree with you about HS basketball on the East Coast. If you had 100 people at a game, it was a huge crowd. I remember having more fans at some youth basketball games than at HS games! Seems like the interest would only rise during the playoffs and even then they had smaller crowds that a regular season game at either RHS or HHS. Basketball in the 70's ruled Richland. I know that the year I graduated, RHS took 2nd in AAA state and we took 3rd in AA. Even though I wrestled in HS, I loved going to watch the basketball games. The atmosphere was something that will never duplicated. And I agree with you on your other point, Dave. In all my travels after 20 years in the USAF, I never found a state better than WA and I am glad to be back. -Mike Lloyd (77-HHS) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Sonny (Tony) Parker (81) Date: Thu Mar 30 14:40:04 2000 Anyone remember the hostage crisis? Diana's wedding? The first Space shuttle take off? John Lennons death? Reagan being shot? Mt. St Helens? Jon Bonham? How about our totally kick-*** trip to State? All of them! Passing FMG's class, Eating (free) at all the fast-food places your friends worked at? Beer ****s, the B.B.A., Fires in art class, fires at 4 corners, Brian Jones putting cow**** on "dope slope", and his initials burned in the compound... If anyone was sober enough to remember something I missed.... write me! -Sonny (Tony) Parker (81) ******************************************** >>From: Garrett Craddock (84) RE: F-House Ornaments I bought one of the Ranch ("Y") house ornaments last Xmas as a gift for my Grandmother, Carrie Craddock, who since 1948 has lived at the corner of Wright and Williams in what I am told was one of the very first ranch houses ever built. I just want to let everyone know that these ornaments really are beautiful! They appear to be laser cut from very thin brass, and the detail that they are rendered in is pretty astonishing - it was way beyond what I expected. My Grandma is so proud of that ornament! However, they are very delicate, and you might want to think twice about hanging them on a tree (at least on the lower branches) - especially if you have dogs or little kids! Check 'em out. In my opinion, the $5 price is a REAL bargain, and for a fine cause as well. -Garrett Craddock (84) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [House Ornaments website: Ornament Order Form ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Carianne Siemens Shuster (94) Date: Thu Mar 30 10:26:32 2000 Just thought I would say hi. Anyone who wants to e-mail me can. I would also like you to e-mail me if you remember my mom and were friends with her. Her name is Martina Farris Lehman (72). She is going through some things right now and I think she would love it for her old classmates to get in touch. Thank you. -Carianne Siemens Shuster (94) ******************************************** ******************************************** That's it for this month. 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