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16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/1/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers sent stuff: Mary Triem (47), Lynn Johnson (63), Shirley Collings (66), Melanie Dukes (67), Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68), Ann Minor (70), Lori Simpson (70), Penny Mitchell (71), Mike Davis (74), Gary Little (76), Marjo Vinther (77), Jenny Smart (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) To: Patty Thornberg Way (52) Delighted to see that you and Roy are registered for this year's Club 40 reunion. Please take time to say hello to my mom, as she would love to hear from you. You can contact me through this e-mail address. Regards, -Mary Triem Mowery (47) ******************************************** >>From: Lynn Johnson Andrews (63) To: Nancy Fellman Lysher (62) who asked in the 8/25/00 Sandstorm "And who is Frazier Botsford?" Frazier Botsford lived on McMurray and was part of the McMurray Street Gang. See the alumni page at for a photograph which includes several Botsfords, Dave Wittenbrock (63) et al. In the Spring of 1960, Frazier played Peter van Daan in the Richland Players production at the Village Theater of the play The Diary of Anne Frank. He played opposite Dianne Kornberg (63) who played Anne. Dianne is a whole other topic: she is a very well known Portland artist and photographer. Frazier's father Ward Botsford was the producer and technical director on the play (not to be confused with the Ward Botsford who is/was a Star Trek writer). An interesting footnote: the director of the play was Mrs. Diana Van Wyck whose son later went on to be a Hollywood director? producer? He is the person who donated the three posters with actors' signatures to the R2K raffle this Summer. Frazier's family moved from Richland in the Summer of 1960, I believe. I spoke to his sister Becky Botsford Trullinger (67) at the R2K and she brought me up to date. -Lynn Johnson Andrews (63) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) Re: BB&M partners, Glenn Buckner and Bill Meek As they were in life, so they were in passing. Glenn Buckner passed away August 20 from a stroke. Bill Meek passed away August 21 after a battle with cancer. May God grant His healing and His peace to Ken Meek (67) and his family. -Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ******************************************** >>From: Melanie Dukes Heffner (67) RE: Priest Lake My first trip to Priest Lake was in the summer of 1965. I went with my best friend Dianne Ingalls (67) and her parents. We stayed at Hill's Resort in one of the front row cabins. It was a wonderful week, with fun memories from the dock; covering our hair with lemon juice and sitting in the sun to lighten it, night swimming - cold! - and best of all, the movie on the beach. Happily that same week, my boyfriend's family was there, some at Hill's and some in a private cabin. To this day I will never forget the look of the night sky with the stars so close you felt like you should be able to touch them. Pretty romantic walks on the beach!! That boyfriend, John Heffner (66) and I started taking our family there in 1985. We always stay in cabin 110, except for one year when the whole Heffner family met there to celebrate my in-laws' 50th wedding anniversary and stayed in side-by-side condos. We've experienced power outages, amazing lightning storms, bears in the resort and forest fires in the surrounding mountains. Our grown children have such fun memories and are asking us to keep going until they can bring their families. We had to sub-let our cabin this year during the second week of August due to a family wedding in California, but we'll be back there next year!! -Melanie Dukes Heffner (67) ******************************************** >>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) RE: The CAIVE To: Dave Sherrard (71) I stand corrected! I do now remember that it was, indeed, the Caive (with the "ai" in the middle). It seems like it was Westside Church that started it. Does anyone know when it opened (year) and when it closed?? -Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) ******************************************** >>From: Ann Minor (70) RE: The Cave Back a topic or two... I vaguely remember the Cave. I remember better the one in Kennewick, I think next to the First Unitarian Church of Kennewick (sic) but can't remember the name. Didn't the ghost at middle Earth used to sit in the rocking chair and rock, too? And then there was the wall at the bottom of the hill and its' various paint jobs... "Time Has Come Today"... delurk on this, Lynch! (and Jeff...) -Ann Minor (70) ******************************************** >>From: Lori Simpson Hogan (70) To: Dave McAdie (79) Re: Priest Lake Yes, Dave, Frizzy's is still there! It has been sold and is now just called Frizzy's but has the same great atmosphere and yummy food. We try to eat there at least once during our stay. Forgot to mention another Bomber alumni that is up there at Luby Bay every year is Chuck Meyer (63) and his family... he even has relatives come from as far away as Minnesota! They are usually there the same week as us or the week before. See you around, Dave... -Lori Simpson Hogan (70) ******************************************** >>From: Penny Mitchell True (71) RE: R2K video I received my R2K reunion video yesterday and really enjoyed watching it! Brought back memories of the reunion and just being a Bomber in general. Now I want some of the other videos... -Penny Mitchell True (71) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) RE: Anybody remember this? On picture day in elementary school didn't the photographer use to supply all the kids with little black combs? Whelan, you ought to know this. You are good at remembering all this #@*%! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Little (76) To: Kim Edgar (79) RE: About experienced coaches Most the experienced coaches have long given it up. I have been a head coach is high school for 17 years now and it is extremely tiring. So many parents seem to think their child will be a Division 1 athlete and the coaches can't do anything to hurt their chances. We are always harassed by parents who know more than we seem to. It is very rare when a parent comes to me and just says "thank you for doing all that you do." Every year I have been fortunate to have one or two - which is probably why I'm still at it. Another thing that is changing over time is the commitment that the kids are making. They don't seem to care about anything but themselves and will quit for any reason. You realize that I am generalizing a little but I'm sure you understand. Anyway as long as I still enjoy the athletes and I feel I am able to help them achieve their goals I will continue to coach. -Gary Little (76) ******************************************** >>From: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) Re: Priest Lake Speaking of Priest Lake, the entire Vinther clan (125+) is headed there this weekend for a family reunion at our 100 year old cabin on 8-mile island. Perhaps some of you have seen the place - it's just north of Cavanaugh Bay (also due south of Indian Creek), and is open for tours 5 days a week, Memorial Day through Labor Day. The cabin has been a summer vacation place for my Dad's family since 1900. It's a long confusing story, so I'll spare you all the details, but unfortunately the cabin was located on leased land, and in 1982 the state of Idaho (or maybe it was Forest Service, whatever) decided that the lease was up! Too bad, so sad for the Vinthers who had spent every summer there for five generations! In a desperate (not to mention brilliant) attempt at saving the cabin from being torn down (so that the Forest Service could replace it with their very own ranger station), one of my relatives suggested we pursue having the cabin entered upon the National Register of Historic Places..... and it worked! Now we have this really strange, yet amicable, agreement with the Forest Service that has us acting as caretakers of the cabin - we get to use the place from May through September, but must make the cabin (a small portion of it) and surrounding areas of interest, open for tours five days a week. It's kind of weird to have people come looking around what used to be our private space, but we appreciate their interest just the same - the more visitor signatures we get in the log book, the better our argument to keep the status quo. Most visitors are friendly and we have a good time talking with them. So, next time any of you are at Priest Lake - come look for the Vinther-Nelson cabin on 8-mile island (Wednesday through Sunday, 10 - 3), check the place out and SIGN THE VISITOR'S LOGBOOK please! Whoever's there will be happy to show you around. Tell them Paul Vinther's daughter sent you. -Marjo Vinther Burt (77) ******************************************** >>From: Jenny Smart Page (87) RE: Coaches TO: Kim Edgar (79) and all other parents who are wondering about "green" coaches) I think you hit on both parts of the problem, Kim --- one the age group, and two the intensity that some parents put on the kids and the game. This is the third year that my husband has coached soccer for our daughter's team (she's 7-1/2 now). Although my husband is not new to the game of soccer (he was playing back east before we Washingtonians had even heard of the game), he had not coached before. But, unlike many of the parents of players, we managed to rearrange our schedule to accommodate the hours of work that accompany the jobs of coach & team mom. We have always been open to suggestions from others, but the negative comments we receive are unbelievable at times. One year, it got to the point to where I told parents that if they thought they could do better at accommodating everyone's schedules, then they were welcome to do the job. (That shut them up for a while). Please understand that its not easy to keep 6 or 8 or 10 little kids focused on a drill for very long. They're more interested in just being out playing with their friends on the field. At this young age, the main focus is (or should be) on having fun, and learning how to be a "team". And if the kids pick up just a handful of points of the game during the season (like remembering which way to run down the field after half time, or that your team is wearing "blue" today and not "yellow"), then it was a success. They are just little kids.... which is the second point -- the parents. In this day and age, the parents are expecting their little 6 year old to be playing like Mia Hamm or Ken Griffey Jr.. Even Mia, at age 6, I'm sure, dribbled the ball to the wrong end of the field during a game. And Ken was probably distracted by the cricket in the grass a time or two while daydreaming in the outfield, also. They're just kids. I think as adults we all often forget that these aren't "miniature adults" we're dealing with, (and that's something that needs to be remembered OFF the playing field, too). So, the bottom line is this: Cut the coaches some slack -- they're doing the best they can in a thankless job; and if you're not convinced that they are, then VOLUNTEER to help them out. Hang out at practice, instead of dropping the kid off and leaving, and lend a hand, shagging balls, helping keep the kids focused on what is happening, etc. And remember these are just little kids. If the kid is a "natural" at the sport, his talents will show through, and his interest will keep him going, regardless of his coach's experience level. See you on the field, -Jenny Smart Page (87) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/2/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 21 Bombers & 1 current Warrior: Jane Rollison (52), Kay Mitchell (52), Marilyn Richey (53), Norma Loescher (53), Mike Clowes (54), Roger L. Myers (55), Kathy Graham (60), Frazier Botsford (62WB), Helen Cross (62), Frank Whiteside (63), Shirley Collings (66), Grant Ranlett (69), Jeff Curtis (69), Danny Bowling (70), Michael Figg (70), Rick Polk (70), Lori Killand (72), Mike Davis (74), Jim Rice (75), Judy Bunch (75), Patti Sinclair (77), Emily Clark (07) ******************************************** ******************************************** REUNION 2000 BOMBER BOWL PICTURE UPDATE We have received the negative for the R2K Picture from our supplier. We will start making prints right after the Holiday weekend. Patience folks - I'm just certain you're going to think the wait was worth it. -Burt Pierard (59) -John Adkins (62) Bomber Bowl Picture Committee ******************************************** >>From: Jane Rollison (52) RE: Club 40 For those visitors attending the Club 40 reunion next weekend, I would like to suggest a visit to the Columbia River Exhibition of History, Science and Technology (CREHST) while you are here. It has amazing photos of the war years in Hanford and Richland, and exhibits covering the wildlife of the area, Native American culture, geology, agricultural history, and of course the development of the nuclear industry. The museum is located at 95 Lee Blvd. in its own building behind the old Rec. Hall (now called the Community House, I believe). They have a web site at CREHST Museum/ - Highly recommended to visitors and of course to local residents. -Jane Rollison (52) ******************************************** >>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52) To: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) RE: 8 Mile Island - Priest Lake Thanks for the history of the Vinther home on 8 Mile Island. It certainly has to be the most perfect place on the whole lake - a place introduced to me as a teen-ager by my friend Tom Low. His parents, Jim and Myrtle operated Jim Low's Resort across from Chimney Rock. I always dreamed of living there, and even today in meditations, it is my "special place" to go and feel peace and relaxation. The last time my husband and I stopped to visit, it was after 3 and we were told by a nice lady (maybe you!!) that things had changed and she explained briefly the new rules and we had to leave. I was a bit upset that I could not have my "serenity fix", but now, thanks to your explanation, I am most grateful that your family was able to save the place for all of you and for those like me that appreciate such an awesome place. My family began going to Priest Lake in 1938 (or even before) My first trip was when I was 4 years old. I grew up with Tom Low and his sisters Mickey and Pat as my best Priest Lake Friends. Priest was always our summer vacation destination for at least 1 week. Most of the time we booked a cabin for 2 weeks and it always felt like a second home. Being an only child, I always took my friend Vera Rodda with us so I would have company. Fifty years later we still reminisce about the fun times we had there as teen- agers. Low's resort rented fishing boats and motors, the largest being a 25hp. My dad liked to rent one and take us up through the thorofare to Upper Priest. It was a day trip, with a picnic lunch and fishing poles. We got caught in a big storm one year - the waves pitching us around like a cork and had to take shelter in a forest service cabin, waiting for the wind to die down. On the way to shore we hit rocks and sheared a pin on the motor - so there we were!! We were much overdue back at the resort, so Jim Low sent his son Tom to look for us. He was able to tow us back to where we could get a pin for the motor (the bobby pins that Vera had in her hair did not work real well). That was our greatest Priest Lake adventure. Richard and I began taking our children there (Jim's had become Kiniksu Resort) and the tradition continued until they were through their teens. We often times ran into other Richland families staying there, and usually Jay (73) took friends with him. We loved to go to Canoe Point and spend the day, relaxing and water skiing. The huckleberries grew just off the sandy beach, and we would go home with enough to add to the pancakes the next morning. It is certainly a multi-generational place - my kids have taken their kids there. Jay even spent a year working as Assistant Manager of Kaniksu Resort when he was about 20 years old. He worked in a sawmill during the winter that year and found out just what Idaho winters were all about!! I will be going again for a visit next week - staying with a friend in a private cabin just around the corner from my old friend Tom Low who is still operating a small resort for mobile homes. Tom and I have remained best friends all these years. Thanks to all of you have responded to Roxie's request for Priest Lake memories. What a special place it is. -Kay Mitchell Coates (52) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) RE: KIDS in SPORTS: To: Kim Edgar (79) I have been involved with sports most of my life. My family of two brothers and myself were encouraged by my father but not pushed. My father taught us the basic attitude of "if you are going to play then you give it 100% while you are playing". That was at practice or in a game. Then it was up to us to put in that extra + that kids have to have to successfully become a good athlete. My father told me very young, "play the game, but if it is not fun to put in the time, then you should not play". I played with having both men and woman as coaches in my years of playing sports. One of my first coaches in Richland was "Tiny" Simpson who was Dave Simpson? of a Bomber basketball player. He was very hard on me but fair. The biggest problem I have seen in the little league, soccer, basketball coaches are most of them are frustrated athletes of themselves. They are living the game through their sons and daughters. I worked for Seattle Parks for several years and the Recreation Center I was over served the West Seattle area of 35,000 people and we had a lot of teams playing on the fields of the park dept. During my time overseeing that everything was ready for their games, there was a time limit for their play. This was because there were back to back games in the evenings. I have had parents cuss me and my staff out with words I can't repeat about the games, time limit, etc. I have always said it is nice that parents participate in their kids activities, but most of them should stay home and then the kids wouldn't be looking up into the stands at their parents when they make an error and disappointed them. The parents and coaches put to much pressure on the kids. This is one of the reasons I have found that a lot of kids go into something to excel than sports which is fine. The one thing I have noticed is the men who should coach don't and the ones that do shouldn't. I don't think a kid should play for their dad or mother who is coaching. When they get to high school and their parents are coaches, they have a choice of playing for them or not playing. I have talked to many athletes that have said they would have enjoyed playing sports when they were young if dad would just have been dad there for him instead of having to satisfy my father. I am now watching my nieces children in sports and you still see the frustration on the coaches when their kid makes a boo-boo on the field. You don't have to tell them when they just get off the field what they did wrong, they know they made a boo-boo. What you want to convey is it's okay and you are trying. I know I will be blasted by a lot of parents and grandparents but just stop and think how you are portrayed to your kids out at the activities. The one to remember that it take to learn how to lose to make a winner. It is all a growing sequence. Keep going and supporting your kids - but let them play the game and give them support. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Norma Loescher Boswell (53) You're in for an unadvertised treat at the Club 40 reunion next weekend, especially if you enjoy living history. On Saturday, Sept. 9 at 3 p.m., two White Bluffs natives will enliven the party area at the Shilo Inn (Richland) to talk informally about pre-Manhattan Project days. They are Shirley Buckman, 76, and Annette Heriford, 80. These ladies are also invited to dinner, in case you want to hear more. Reader boards at the party will also feature photo enlargements and prose excerpts from earlier times. (Any of you remember crossing the Columbia River on a ferry rather than a bridge...?) -Norma Loescher Boswell (53) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Coaches, their care and feeding. I know of what I speak, having spent some time coaching Little League players, and later officiating. Fortunately my coaching career was while I was on active duty. Why fortunately? The Base Commander's son played on the team. Now these kids were eight and nine year olds, and a step up from Tee-Ball. They were still learning the game. My assistants and I were resolved to have fun with the boys, and maybe teach them some fundamentals of the game. There were no Ken Griffey, Jrs or Chipper Joneses on the team. In fact we billed ourselves as "The Charlie Brown All Stars" which should give you an idea of the caliber of play. And the CO's kid was right up there with Lucy Van Pelt when it came to playing in right field. We had a policy, that no matter what the score, all the kids would get in the game. Everything went fine until the CO's boy went on the field. Some over zealous parent started screaming at me about putting the boy in the game, my antecedents, and several other dubious remarks, which I tried to ignore. The next day an all hands meeting was called in the base theater, where the CO proceeded to lay down some serious thinking with regard to conduct by parents at ball games. One of the nicest things he said was that all the coaches and assistants had volunteered for the job, they were to be commended for the work they were doing, and for everyone to remember that we were all teachers charged with instilling the fundamentals and love of the game. He also said that he was aware that his son was not a particularly ept player, and that it was important for all the boys in his age group to get to play. Needless to say, there were no further comments from the parents, and we enjoyed the remainder of the season. We did not finish the season by going to the world series, but we did hover around .500 ball the whole season and had a good team party after the game. Wish I could say the same about being an umpire. I did manage to subtly get back by wearing dark sun glasses and using a white cane when I first went behind the plate. After that season ended, several of the coaches thanked me personally for telling their catchers where I thought the ball was when it crossed the plate on all pitches. But, again, it would have been nice to throw the occasional parent out of the ball park instead of players or coaches. This just in..... I have heard a rumor to the effect that the Richland Denny's has a new item on their menu: Cream of Mushroom Cloud Soup. Can anyone confirm or deny this? Up the Bombers -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Roger L. Myers (55) RE: Comments about coaching today. I agree with some of the comments made and I disagree (mildly) with some. I coached high school athletics for 23 years and also coached youth (non- school) sports after that. I agree about many of the comments about unrealistic parents. I have been quoted as saying the only way I would ever coach again is at an orphanage. That is not really true, since I do enjoy watching the kids grow and mature. I came to realize that I (as a coach) was trusted with the care and guidance of kids that were the pride and joy of their parents' eyes. I "forgave" many actions of the parents when I realized they sometimes lost their perspective since they loved their kids so much. One thing that worked with my youth club coaching was to assign every parent the responsibility of sitting on the bench with me during at least one game. I also made out a substitution chart at the beginning of the season that listed when every kid would play. This insured that every kid played as a starter at some point, at the end of the game at some point, as a substitute, etc. Kids understood and seemed to like it. One or two unrealistic parents wanted a more intense program, so they pulled their kids after a year, but I found that the kids that stayed with me enjoyed the game and continued to play into high school and beyond. I do not agree that kids today are different. They are faced with more complex problems than we were, but they have the same concerns, same fears, enjoy feeling good about themselves, etc. They also are faced with many more "choices" of things to do and have their lives structured more than we did. Rarely today do I see a group of kids getting together to play "pick-up" baseball. I remember playing "over the line" a version of baseball that we played that did not require umpires, spectators, uniforms, safety equipment, concession stands, fund- raisers, etc. These things are not bad, but kids sometimes are "over-organized". So in summary, there are many good coaches out there as well as good parents, and great kids that still picture themselves as future "greats". Do not be discouraged by the minority of parents, coaches, etc. that are in it for the wrong reasons. Also, I believe that we will all deal with unpleasant situations throughout our lives. The secret is learning how to deal with them and the best way is to guide your child through a tough situation. Be a role model. I have two quotes that I shared with parents, kids, etc. ~First - Parents who are fortunate in the kids they have, have kids who are fortunate in the parents they have. ~Second - The best sermon is a good example. HAVE FUN! -Roger L. Myers (55) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Graham (60) To: Southern California Bombers and Spudnut lovers. There is a Spudnut shop just off the 405/San Diego Freeway located on Venice Blvd. (this is the exit to Venice Beach and about halfway between LAX and Santa Monica). The shop is 1/2 block west of freeway -- easy access! -Kathy Graham (60) ******************************************** >>From: Frazier Botsford (62) RE: Who am I? WOW... I'm impressed. Thank you, Lynn, for that mini review of who I was 40 years ago. That's more than I can remember. Today I am a self employed raconteur *smile*. My family indeed moved East in the early 60's, but all subsequently moved back to Oregon by the 70's except moi. I live in the DC metro area where we are used and at the whims of Representatives and Senators sent to congress by folks like you throughout the rest of the country. We have no vote in congress. Anyway, that's my mini rant for the day. -Frazier Botsford (62) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) To: Lynn Johnson Andrews (63) How very interesting about Frazier having lived in Richland. I didn't know that, not having lived in that part of town. Thanks for sharing that part of Richland trivia with us, and thanks for asking, Nancy (fellow classmate of 62)! To: Jenny Smart Page (87) and Gary Little (76) My hat is off to all who coach children of any age. For whatever reasons, and probably many of the ones you have listed, my husband and I haven't taken on that job very often as our kids grew up. I once wrote a letter cited many of the examples you have mentioned, and wanted to mail it to our little community athletics dept. where we were living at the time, and my husband wouldn't let me send it. So I ,as a parent, appreciate your efforts and will try to do my part to keep searching and getting thoughts such as "Remember your children are in sports to learn and socialize," in the public eye when and where I can. To: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) Priest Lake sounds very interesting. Despite growing up in Richland, I have not been there. If I ever get to go and see it, I will try to get to see your cabin and sign the guest book. It seems the least I could do. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ******************************************** >>From: Frank Whiteside (63) RE: Great inspirational mentors After reading about so many different people in the Sandstorm, I couldn't help thinking about some of the many people that I knew from my days in Richland (1945-1965). I'm not talking about friends from school. Of course, I'll always remember them. After spending 30 years teaching junior high, I can't help but think about the unsung heroes who tolerated me as a student. In high school I was a disaster as a student. I don't remember ever taking a textbook home or studying for a test. One of the few books I read was The Mickey Mantle Story. Agriculture was my major for my four years of high school. Little did I know that after several years of soul searching, I would end up being a teacher instead of a farmer. I'm sure that some of my former teachers would chuckle if they knew that I went on to join their ranks as a fellow educator. In high school, Mr. Evans always had my utmost respect and admiration. Any other Gold Medal '63ers remember the squirt gun battles during those hot days in English class with Morley Paul? He was a cool teacher and a good sport to put up with our occasional nonsense. There were a lot of great teachers, but one always stood out above the others. For those who knew him from Chief Jo, you probably know what I mean. Not only was he a great teacher, but he was also a superior person to me. I can't forget Mr. Verne Harvey in 8th grade. He was the inspiration and role model who caused my life to turn out as it did. He devoted his life to the kids at school and eventually lost his life in a fire serving as a Boy Scout leader at a camp. What a terrible loss!! When I read about him in the newspaper, I felt as if I had lost my dad. I always wondered how he remembered my name years later or why he even cared enough to bother to talk to me since I was no longer his student. All I know is that he was a special person in my life who made me feel important. I remember reading that he had a son. I don't know if his son became a teacher, but I hope he turned out to be as good a man as his father. Does anyone else remember Mr. Harvey? Although I am now retired from teaching, I won't ever forget him or the role that he played in my life. What about some of you other Bombers --- who was that special teacher in your life? -Frank Whiteside (63) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) Re: BB&M partners, Glenn Buckner and Bill Meek A correction is required of my August 31 entry. Bill Meek passed away peacefully (not from cancer) at his home in Winthrop, WA on August 21. Peace, -Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ******************************************** >>From: Grant Ranlett (69) Re: The Caive and that other place To: Ann Minor (70) It's time to de-lurk and come forward. The name of the coffeehouse next to the Unitarian Church was Grumvatz. I don't know where they came up with that name. And about the slab. I remember painting "Time Has Come Today" and "Free Huey" with Steve Lewis (69) and Dave Alden (69). -Grant Ranlett (69) ******************************************** >>From: Jeff Curtis (69) RE: Accordion Okay, fill your coffee cup, sit back and ponder for a moment if you will the following sonnets from days gone by: "I'm K-K-K-Kenny >From K-K-K-Korten's And I'm here to bring you comic-c-cal cartoons I'm K-K-K-Kenny >From K-K-K-Korten's Join our cartoon club today You'll enjoy it more that way There'll be gifts for each and every one of you...." "If you need coal or ooooooil Call Boyle Fairfax eight, one-five, two-one Fairfax eight, one-five, two-one For every heating problem Be your furnace old or new Just call the Boyle Fuel Company And they'll solve them all for you If you need coal or ooooooil Call Boyle Fairfax eight, one-five, two-one Fairfax eight, one-five, two-one" I was supposed to memorize Longfellow's "The Village Smithy" in the third grade and Lincoln's "Gettysburg Address" in the fifth. While I can still drum up a bit of "Muscles in his brawny arms are strong as iron bands..." and "Four score and twenty years ago our fathers brought forth..." neither rolls off the tongue with an expenditure of such minimal effort as is required to pen the two examples of rhythmic pentameter above. The Korten's jingle and the theme form Starlit Stairway are apparently hardwired into my cerebral circuits right next door to the controls for my body's autonomic nervous system functions like respiration, peristalsis and golf, the latter having, apparently, been soldered to the old circuit boards with an entirely substandard set of components - upgrade not available at this time. Not the point, however. But as regular readers will attest, at least with feet to the fire, eventually I do get around to it and take care of the business at hand. In this case, I will attempt to connect through narrative prose the two seemingly unrelated compositions above into a cohesive and relevant saga, complete with tales of personal growth, exotic travel, aspirations of greatness and the now all too common theme of personal comeuppance. As you will see, in the instance I will relate, the first led to the second through a series of winds and twists not unlike a stream roiling down a valley, wandering hither and yon, meandering as the topology allows, eventually connecting points A to B and happily flowing out and on, to valleys yet untraversed. But, much like the stream analogy, I wander a bit.... It was a bright sunny morning in the summer of my 6th or 7th year. With jammies doffed, teeth scrubbed and Cheerios consumed, in shorts and tee-shirt I headed out the door to face another Tinkle Street day full of the promise that can only be fully appreciated by those unencumbered with the tribulations of responsibility and schedule. A quick pan of the street revealed the Gottschalk kids with towels and nose plugs in hand heading out for the inhuman hazing inflicted on the innocent by well meaning adults, the pending suffering rationalized by the authorities in labeling them "swimming lessons". An icy dip in the Big Pool in the early hours of the AM under the despotic eye of Nancy Roy stalking the sidelines with whistle and wind breaker, was not necessarily my cup of Tang so to speak. The Gottschalk kids' fate was apparently sealed. I would anticipate their eventual return swathed in terry cloth, blue-lipped and goose-pimpled, lower jaws clacking uncontrollably and count myself among the lucky for having paid those hypothermic dues previously. Yes, from where I stood the day was my oyster. I was wide open and available for any and all activities of the fun type that may chance my way. My younger brother Mike had preceded me in performing his start of day routine and had been scouting the neighborhood for potential activities of interest. He came cutting through the back yard from the Sterling's house on Torbett, a bit up about something or other. "You should see what Steve's got over there!" he said with enthusiasm. Steve Sterling (70) was our back-door neighbor and was always tinkering with some gadget or another. Chemistry sets, erector sets, crystal sets - he was huge on sets. Some worked, some almost worked and some just lay there, inert and defiant, fending off any effort Steve could muster to breathe life into them. But whatever the state of the current experiment, Steve was always up to something of great interest if not importance. "Why?" I said showing the necessary modicum of disdain for younger siblings and anything that they considered worthy of my attention. "He won it." said Mike trying to make up lost ground. "Won what?" said I still feeling aloof but with interest now piqued. "The accordion." "An accordion? He WON an accordion?" "Yeah, well for a couple of weeks anyway and two weeks of free lessons." "How?" "I dunno. He said something about Korten's and Kenny from Korten's." said Mike, realizing that he had managed to ferret out a truly interesting diversion for the morning. We promptly spun about rambled to the rear of our house and rolled under the fence which separated our respective back yards. Now, at this point. I feel obligated to explain that last bit of business about "rolling under the fence". Sometime in the late fifties or early sixties, my parents and the Sterlings had delved into the area of home improvement and contracted to have a slabs of concrete poured adjacent to the back of each of their homes with corrugated metal covers put over them and thus, dueling patios emerged. In an effort to enhance privacy, my dad had a erected a 6 foot, gleaming white fence between the yards. However, in an equal effort to promote the omnipresent good-neighbor spirit of the day, Dad intentionally left about a foot and a half of clearance between the bottom boards and the lawn, providing ready access to each other's properties. That access, however, came at a cost. It necessitated the commuter lay prostrate on the ground parallel to the fence and roll briskly 'neath the boards. I still can find myself smiling at the memory of not only my own folks but the very respectable Mr. and Mrs. Yesberger and the aforementioned Sterling parentage and other dignified adult neighbors diving under the fence, arms tucked to chest, as if practicing the "drop and roll" technique so popular among those in the know and aflame. In order to attend one of the many back yard potlucks or general get-togethers that dotted the summer time the alternative, of course, was to circumnavigate the block. Those opting for the roll-and-tumble form of ingress decided the extra time and effort to walk the block was not worth the modicum of dignity retained. Not enough payoff in that, so.... hit the dirt, spin under (being ever vigilant for the twin land mines of honeybees and/or dog-do) then pop up on the other side none the worse for wear. It seems a little incredible now but at the time it became so common no one thought twice about it. So we found ourselves, Mike and I, just naturally dropping down and spinning under the fence without a second thought. We ambled around to the front of the Sterlings' ranch house where, true to my little brother's prattling, we came upon Steve squeezing and squawking the bellowed instrument which was suspended via shoulder straps on his chest. Steve wore the device with an obvious beaming pride as if it were the Distinguished Flying Cross (he was big into Civil Air Patrol, too). The instrument was laden with pearloid and chrome, ivory(ish) keys and shiny black bass buttons. He was pulling it apart and pushing it back together again, playing keys, pushing the bass buttons, bellows in and out, creating the overall image of a child reveling in the enjoyment that accompanies the discovery of a new, very complex and interesting toy. And to Steve's ultimate joy it rated high on the "tinkerability" chart. Not that he was at all interested in it's disassembly, modification and eventual reassembly. No, the darn thing by it's very nature seemed to require a tinkerer's touch to make it perform. Even poorly, evidently. Listening to the din I became aware that I could do no worse and asked Steve for a shot at the box. He grudgingly complied and unslung the instrument from his shoulders. I strapped on keyboard and bellows, pulling, pushing and keying in blissful disregard of all things melodic. "How did you get this?" I asked, tinted with just a very light, pastel green shade of envy. "I won it at Korten's.... uh...... from Kenny." replied Steve now groping for the return of his prize. K-K-K-Kenny was known locally to one and all (of our age group anyway) from his TV show and the multitudes of cartoons that were the basis of his program. I don't think any rational child in those days could ever get tired of watching the plethora of animated offerings that the television brought into our lives and Rough and Ready, Beanie and Cecil, Fireball XL5 (hey... those guys are PUPPETS!), Mighty Mouse and Huckleberry Hound spent many an hour in our eager company. K-K-K-Korten's music store sponsored the program and understood the allure very well. Kenny was forever urging us to be the first on our block to "join the cartoon club today". Just exactly what the nature of the benefits in belonging to such an organization were not immediately clear, however, gifts were mentioned. "Did you join the cartoon club?" I inquired. "Uh huh" responded Steve a bit distracted what with all the pushing and pulling requirements of the device he had reclaimed. "Did you get a gift?" "I got the accordion didn't I?" offered Steve. "They're giving away accordions?" I replied sarcastically, "Besides, Mike said it was only for two weeks." "No, I won the accordion and two weeks of lessons from a drawing of active MEMBERS." He said fully realizing that he really had been, in fact, the first on the block. "The gift I got was this humanitone." He pulled out an odd looking piece of purple plastic, about four inches long and shaped, vaguely, like a little stubby airplane. He held it up to his face with what would have been the wing section (on an actual airplane) over his mouth and the tail section (of the same plane) under his nose. The two sections were curved and angled so that they efficiently covered the adjacent orifices and had a hole in each end. The object here, as I soon discovered, was to push air out the nostrils into the corresponding hole which routed it through the connecting "fuselage" and out the hole in the mouth- plate\wing section creating and oddly unpleasant low whistle. Skillfully moving the tongue back and forth in the mouth would change the pitch of the moaning whistle and tunes could be effectively, if somewhat dismally, performed. While never reaching the pinnacle of enduring popularity achieved by the kazoo or it's kissin' cousin the comb-and-wax-paper, the humanitone offered many seconds of entertaining distraction for those lucky enough to have had parents willing to haul them down to Korten's to join the elite cartoon club. I doubt that anyone's folks complained about the instrument's brief popularity, realizing, once again too late (as with the drum set Santa somehow managed to squeeze down the chimney last year), that this was not a really great idea for promoting tranquility in the domestic environment. "Wanna turn?" asked Steve holding the device out in an act of overt generosity. "No thanks." I didn't really have a big need to place over my mouth a piece of plastic through which Steve had just been blowing his nose. Besides, that accordion thing had really grabbed my attention. I immediately scrambled off home and located my Mother in the kitchen. In another of life's lessons, this one dealing with the frequent inaccuracy of first impressions and the slippery slope to which one commits one's self when acting upon them, the first words out of my breathless mouth were, "SteveSterling'sgotanaccordianandit'sreallyneat!" A fire instantly ignited in her eyes. Lawrence Welk was a Sunday tradition in our household. You could pretty much count on two things each and every Sunday, Mass and the Lawrence Welk Show. Marlin Perkins' Wild Kingdom, sometimes and Disneyland as often as possible but champagne music flowed like, well, like (somewhat unfizzy) champagne from the tube every weekend without fail. Okay, a lot unfizzy. Lawrence, with his slicked back curly hair and strange accent, was an icon and Myron Floren, his accordion wielding sidekick, never ceased to impress Mom with his razor-sharp bellows work. The idea of having a real accordion player in the household lit her up like a klieg light at Carnegie Hall. I was whisked down to Korten's and did get to join K-K-K-Kenny's legions with all the associated club benefits - which consisted primarily of the new humanitone I now possessed. But the visit didn't end there. At the back of Korten's and up the stairs was a narrow hallway lined on each side with small rooms where music lessons were given weekly in thirty minute doses. Little cubes of musical endeavor where many a child's dreams of virtuosity were dashed upon the rocks of distempo, dissonance and disillusionment. I be "dissin" the cubes. To be fair I'm sure that a proportionate number of kids benefited greatly from the infinite patience of those music teachers that spent many, many hours gently coaching the tone-deaf and rhythm challenged. Mom introduced me that day to Mr. Fred Grazzini, a gentle man of Italian heritage who was an extremely talented piano and accordion player. I spent a half hour on pretty much every Tuesday for the next five years with Mr. Grazzini and even though my skill level at the instrument plateaued somewhere during the first year, he never stopped encouraging me and trying to get me to stretch. It was quite a large plateau, possibly equal in size to the Russian steppes. There was to be no stretching here. You know, kids are supposed to (or at least expected to) rush into commitments without the proper logical preparation to do so. It's their job. If kids didn't do such things parents all over the world would be out of work. Children would be shopping for themselves selecting the best brussels sprouts and broccoli. Brushing after every meal and visiting the dentist twice a year. Going to bed on time and getting up early enough to make the bed before preparing a healthy breakfast and heading out to put shoulder to task in class. Quite a picture. Of COURSE I thought the accordion was a fun thing! It was. For about a week. Then it slowly became a pearly-chrome albatross sung over my shoulders by two straps. The cost of my impulsive response to the experience at Steve Sterling's house was that I now found myself frequently in the bedroom practicing such catchy ditties as "Waiting For The Robert E. Lee" and "Little Brown Jug" while my brothers were outside rollicking in the sun, possibly rolling in honeybees and dog-do with all the other "non- gifted" children. But the thought of backing out now was out of the question. I watched Myron Floren on TV and wondered how many millions of hours of practice it took to get that good. Then came to the realization that I didn't really even like the sound of the darned thing. But I was in for a penny and in for a pound. I dutifully pushed and pulled, punched and keyed, eventually graduating from the 12-key bass beginner's model to a 120-bass "pro" instrument. I didn't even have the 12 down yet. Still don't. Mom kept her hopes and dreams alive, evidence to the contrary not withstanding, that somehow, someday I would wind up grinning into the TV cameras as I dazzled the waltzing golden-agers shuffling around on the studio dance floor with my musical prowess. To that end she did what she could to, in her perception anyway, enhance my musical experience. Mom had a real thing about trying to find gifts that had some practical application. She would pass on the frivolous if a truly functional, again in her perception, item caught her eye. This resulted in several unorthodox birthday and Christmas presents. I can still hear Ron Berst (69) as he stood in my room looking at the most recent of the pragmatic gifts, stating with incredulity, "A bed? You got a bed for your birthday?" To which I could only respond, "Yeah, a bed.... and I thought the room came furnished." Pushing ahead with this theme, my Mom spotted a device in a musical catalog that seemingly fit the "practicality" requirement to a tee, and just in time for my birthday too. Labeled an "accordion chair" the device was an elongated, four-footed stool with a vertical bar extending up from it's front end and leaning back at a slight angle. The general idea was to use the available bolting hardware on the vertical bar to secure your accordion into playing position then straddle the seat and commence making beautiful music. I think its main purpose was to create a high availability situation for the instrument, saving the player from the repeated drudgery of removing it from its case and strapping it on every time it was called into service. However, to me it resembled some warped version of a Medieval torture device, sure to elicit willing confessions under duress from even the most pure and innocent. Besides, considering my ever waning level of commitment, I really never had a problem with the availability provided by the more conventional form of access. None the less, for a while anyway, you could find my accordion mounted to the chair, ready in a moment's notice should the urge to practice sweep over me. I think Dad stumbling over it a couple of times in the dark put the kibosh on the chair thing and back into the case went the instrument. Mr. Grazzini pulled my Mom aside after one of my Tuesday exercises in treading the musical waters and informed her that there was to be a competition, an adjudication of ability in someplace called Tacoma in a few weeks and he thought that I was ready to take part. I told you he was kind. Well, Mom didn't need to be whacked on the head with a keyboard. I was registered and began intense rehearsal on my selected piece, a rousing arrangement of "The Twelfth Street Rag", a particularly smart selection that combined a catchy melody with just enough technical difficulty to make it sound like crap when played by me. But I focused on it for the next several weeks. Mom made travel arrangements for us by flagging a ride with Gene Regimbal (the married son our neighbors across the street, Lou and Vin Regimbal), Gene's wife and infant daughter. They happened to be, as a happy coincidence, heading in that direction to visit relatives and had room for my Mom and me (and my accordion) in the car. I don't think that I had been further away from Richland than a picnic at Hat Rock up to that time and we seemed to be on the road for years. We climbed through the mountain passes and cruised between huge walls of dirty snow that lined the highway standing several feet above the roof of the car. Now, I thought that was cool! I never knew that there was that much snow anywhere and kids always have a very soft spot in their hearts where snow is concerned. The incredibly wonderful combination of snow's effect on school cancellation and its versatility as an instrument of play during those cancellations put it right up there with the last day of school and Christmas morning on any kid's top ten list. We drove through a forest of the stuff and I couldn't unglue my eyes from the window. Eventually we pulled into a rather large and rather smelly city, larger and smellier than I ever guessed a city could be. Gene and his wife dropped us off at the recital hall where I was to perform, unloaded my accordion from the trunk and wishing me good luck, drove off. The hall was a swirl of activity with kids of many ages and doting parents everywhere to be seen. We found the location and schedule that informed us where and when I would be doing my thing and settled in outside the appropriate room. I pulled my accordion out of the box and began running through the tune for yet another spin when I heard the same tune being played nearby. What a coincidence, I thought. Same tune, same arrangement, who wouldda thunk it? I looked to see who was "ragging" away and saw a young girl, a little older than me just down the hall. For some reason she looked a bit familiar. And she should have. She was one of the Boyle Fuel Twins from the Spokane-originated Starlit Stairway television show. See, I told you that I'd tie all of this together. At our house Starlit Stairway was right up there on the hit parade with that Austrian polka maniac's show and the twins' faces were as familiar as our own. Yep, it was her all right. Now I remembered her playing her accordion on the show every once in a while. It kind of formed a bit of a bond between us in my mind when I watched the show. Now here she was in person, playing the same piece of music at the same competition that I was. We were even in the same division. What an incredible coincidence and my first brush with true fame. I then noticed that she was playing the tune fairly well. In fact she was playing it VERY well. Thoughts like "So THAT'S what it's supposed to sound like." and "She's going to smear me." started to echo in my head. We had both been toiling at the same instrument for the same three years or so. How could she be that much better than me? Then, remembering the issues that I had with commitment and effort, the fog lifted and the light shone on the truth of my inadequacies. As Jimmy Buffett so poignantly phrased it in his famous boozetown tune - "... it's my own damned fault." I leered over at her. For every heating problem indeed! I could see her on the TV with her gleaming smile, extending her talented arm out to the left while chanting in unison with the other clone (er.. twin) "And now the star of our show..... Mister Ted AUTO!" Sheesh! As I watched she stood and confidently strode into the judging room. A few minutes later she came out and they called for me. Oh great. I get to follow that!. The judges were polite. They had heard the tune performed properly minutes before and then they listened to my interpretation. Yet they did not shoot spit wads at me, fall to the ground in open laughter nor have me thrown from the room. All acts of self-restraint that I appreciate to this day. When all was said and done I wound up on a Greyhound heading east with my Mom and a fourth place ribbon tucked away in my accordion case. Of course everyone competing that didn't win first, second or third place was given fourth. I preferred to think of mine as the "first" fourth place ribbon however. The Tri City Herald rounded up four of us locals that had been at the adjudication and lined us up against a wall wearing our accordions. Had they chosen to do so, they could have saved the world from a few more badly rendered polkas if they had mowed us down right then and there. But they took our pictures instead and posted one with an appropriate caption in the paper. They misspelled my last name by putting an extra "s" on the end like Glenn Curtiss the aviator. Not a very appreciative oversight considering that I had traveled over great distances and faced off against a television star to earn my moment in the spotlight. But what was done was done and "Lady Of Spain" was calling me to my instrument. Or was that just Mom? Probably a little of both. After all, I had my first\fourth place title to defend. -Jeff Curtis (69) ******************************************** >>From: Danny Bowling (70) Re: Priest Lake and the Vinther cabin I did not realize there were so many Bombers on the lake all summer. I'll be looking for you next summer. My wife's family cabin is in Eight Mile bay. For those of you familiar with the area, we are the 11th cabin south or east of the channel between mainland and Eight Mile island. The cabin has been in the family since Grandpa Wilmer secured the lease about 1909. In recent years my wife, kids, and I have been there about 4 weeks each summer. Of course, I also believe that paradise is indeed found at Priest Lake. To: Margo Vinther Burt (77) My wife, Ann Pearson Bowling, met your dad last week. We heard about the reunion. I'm sure it will be great for your family but we purposely avoid holiday weekends at the lake. See you at the lake! -Danny Bowling (70) ******************************************** >>From: Michael Figg (70) Gee, it sounds like everyone from Richland has had a good time at Priest Lake. Went there once in '56 or '57. Father died, never went back. Actually, I have been able to separate the two experiences. I was very young but the fleeting memories of the area are positive. And driving through the nearby Cour de' Laine (did I come close with the spelling?) area this summer going to and coming from the '70 30 year reunion reminded me how beautiful the area is. I probably should go back, my father would like me to. -Michael Figg (70) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) Re: R2K Video Just a mention here of the R2K Reunion video. I was really impressed by the video and enjoyed every minute of it. Naturally, I got the video to watch the Alumni Basketball game, as I was unable to attend. It appeared that it was a good time had by all in attendance. Great, great video. One note to my Class of 70 classmate, Mike Hogan: You represented our class well Mike...... but PASS THE BALL. :-) -Rick Polk (70) ******************************************** >>From: Lori Killand Whelan (72) RE: Little Black Combs To: Mike Davis (74) Yes, Mike, I do remember those little black combs. However, I don't recall them from my years as a student ~ rather from my early years as a teacher. I think "Leo" used to give them out. Ring any bells? Oh, and by the way, what's up with not "taking any criticism from short people" like me? Hmm? -Lori Killand Whelan (72) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) Re: Coaching I, too, have coached for a number of years at levels from little league through high school. I agree that the parents have become "more consumed" with their children and their participation in athletics. When I was younger I let parents intimidate me to a certain degree. No longer! In fact, I have little patience with the "sideline" experts. I'd like to relate one story about my dealings with a particular parent. Maybe this is something you other coaches might be able to use someday. Anyway, I was approached by this parent after a middle school basketball game. He was concerned about the lack of playing time that his son was getting and yadda, yadda, yadda!! I let him speak his mind and he was sure to let me know that he had had many years of coaching under his belt so he knew what he was talking about. When he was through with his "enlightening sermon" I politely answered him in this fashion, Me: "Sir, you mentioned that you had a lot of experience in coaching?" Parent: "That's right! Nearly 20 years!" Me: "Good, then you will understand that it is my decision. Good night!" -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Rice (75) RE: Priest Lake Why are you people violating the code of silence about Priest Lake? Do you want everybody to know about our little secret? Oh, I guess it's too late; the cat's out of the bag. We too have been going to Priest for many years. I think the first time was 1965, when we stayed at Grandview. Since then, we've gone every year the first week of August. We camp on Kalispell Island -- this year there were 31 of us! For the first time this year, we also rented a cabin just up from the Priest Lake Marina, since my mom wasn't well enough to camp. Our last night there (Friday, Aug. 11) was one of the most spectacular sights I've ever seen. My sister- in-law came to our tent about 1 in the morning, and whispered, "Come out here! The sky's on fire!" We stumbled out of our sleeping bags and down to the beach, where we looked up and discovered the sky filled with shimmering light -- the Northern Lights, of course. I won't try to describe the indescribable, except to say that it was awe-inspiring. (My brother kept saying, "Where's the Pink Floyd music?" It did remind me of the laser light shows of 30 years ago.) At the same time, the Perseid meteor shower was going on against a magnificent backdrop of stars, and the full moon was setting over the lake. We stayed out on the beach -- freezing --for more than an hour, till finally one by one headed back into our tents. -Jim Rice (75) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Bunch Knox (75) Re: R2K sweatshirt To: Perry Moore (63) Any news on the sweatshirt I ordered and paid for the reunion. Thanks for your help. -Judy Bunch Knox (75) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Sinclair Baldwin (77) Re: The Cave - In response to the 8/28 entry from Merle Huesties Estrin (72) I lived across the street from Dave Faulk. I was a friend of his sister Diane. I remember her playing a record - a 45-LP record. She told me it was her brother. This was when I was still at Christ the King, sometime between '70 - '72(?). She played it once for me and as I recall some of the lyrics, it said; "The Enemy, the enemy, the enemy that kept coming on..." It was a pretty, haunting melody that has stayed in my memory banks all these years. I probably don't have the lyrics right.(?) These are the words as I recall. I believe it was a Christian song.(?) Maybe if Dave is out there, or Diane or Julie Faulk or someone who listened to his songs they could set me straight. :o) Recalling another singer - I believe it was Mark Saucier. I remember him singing "Little Brown Jug". I was pretty young, and I thought it was great! I also recall someone singing "You are My Sunshine" in a pep assembly. He directed it to a special someone to publicly proclaim his feelings of love. Anyone recall that? Can you identify the singer? Thanks for the memories, Merle. :o) -Patti Sinclair Baldwin (77) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Emily Clark (07) Date: Mon Aug 28 13:41:44 2000 Cool Website! I'm looking forward to high school. I'm not in high school. But I can't wait to be. I am currently a 6th grader at Chief Jo Middle School, but I can't wait until I can go to RHS! GO BOMBERS!!!!!!!! -Emily Clark (07) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/3/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 14 Bombers sent stuff: Mary Triem (47), Tom Tracy (55), Leonard Peters (61), Helen Cross (62), Earl Bennett (63), Ron Richards (63), Linda Reining (64), Patricia de la Bretonne (65), Barbara Maffei (67), Betti Avant (69), Jeff Curtis (69), Mike Franco (70), Brad Wear (71), Tedi Parks (76) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) TO: Maren, Gary and Richard Your fame shall continue! Imagine a class of 2007 member reading and contributing to this fantastic site. A true Bomber, Emily Clark. Her parents are to be commended. Bomber Cheers. [Gary sent Emily's entry from the All Bomber Alumni GUEST BOOK -- Don't think Emily knows about (or reads) the Alumni Sandstorm. -Maren] To our younger Club 40 members Introduce yourselves to us oldersters at Club 40 next weekend. -Mary Triem Mowery (47) ******************************************** >>From: Tom Tracy (55) To: Marilyn Richey (53) Marilyn, You got it right. Exactly correct about parents who expect their 11 year old to get a full ride in Soccer, Basketball, etc... when all they need at the moment is to give Mom and/or Dad a ride in a bus... somewhere far away from the playing field... (unless they're helping or being a good cheerleader for everyone). I did think Dick Dawald (49) did a pretty good job for his Dad. But I didn't know him that well. Just knew we had lots of fun playing with him at the Marcus Whitman gym at times. Or in pickup games on weekends when we could sneak into the old, old quonset hut gym and play pickup games. Thought Dick was a tough, durable guard for the Bombers. But perhaps it may have been tough for him playing for his Dad.... the only drawback would have been, he'd have had to work under an inferior coach. By the way.... if anyone's daughter wants to pitch softball... be sure to make Marilyn write you a book.. .she's THE master.... (I wish you could have seen the number of hands in the locker room on R2K day, just before we went out to play, who had been struck out by Marilyn's pitching)... I raised mine with a lot of other basketball players. Lots of them were really good baseball players too. I used to wish she hadn't watched Eddie Feighner so closely. I told my Dad that once, that I'll bet Marilyn Richey could pitch blindfolded from 2nd base like Feighner did... and he chuckled and said, "When she pitched to you, it looked like you were "blindfolded".... You are still one of my All-Time Richland Bomber Heroes... You were always a good sport and it was no shame to be struck out by you... 'cause everyone else went through the same punishment. I'll bet your brother Don was a hard one to strike out. I remember him hitting a couple of home runs off Feignor... one looked like it was going to cross the Columbia river... from the old park down by the Greyhound Bus Depot.... You are so correct about not doubly criticizing kids... Always appreciated what Art Dawald said during the first practice of each year... "I'll never criticize you in front of your friends, fans or parents" (I may nail you to the wall in practice... but never during a game)... so don't look over at the bench when you make a mistake... just try to recover and do everything you can to perform at your best... and remember that I'll never jerk you out of a game immediately after you make a mistake... I'll give you a chance to recover." He was a wizard. A genius. A master of the game's techniques!... but I've said that all before... It really meant a lot because I never saw him go back on his word about that. Art was fortunate to have coaches helping him like Ray Juricich... How grateful I am to have had those men help me... and Fran Rish was a good role model for all of us too. Remember some advice he and Ray Juricich gave me before we went to the State Tournament in '55... it really helped. (I needed them before the R2K game). Finding kids' strengths and reminding them... always works best. "Remember how you hit that ball last week?... usually creates a "crack" of the bat for young boy or girl. After umpiring, coaching and refereeing hundreds of kids games from pre-school thru college... I believe that Adults are just kids who got older...!... by the way Marilyn... if you're not doing anything this afternoon.. I have this gigantic "cricket" bat... about 3 feet wide and a tennis racket... and I was wondering if I might see if I could redeem myself... but, please... not the curve ball again. With all the love, affection and appreciation I can muster to send you for your kindness, friendship and support over the years in Richland. Best to you, -Tom Tracy (55) ******************************************** >>From: Leonard Peters (61) To: Frank Whiteside (63) Frank, Nice letter!! Your two teachers would be in my top 3 or 4. Mr. Harvey was someone very special. I learned more about working and life from Mr. Evans then any other teacher in all of school. Again great letter, hope to see you some day. -Leonard Peters (61) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) To: Jeff Curtis (69) You deserve a writing award better than 4th place for that interesting recounting of life in jolly ole' Richland. I forwarded it on to one of my husband's relatives who plays the accordion. Thanks for the memories, -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ******************************************** >>From: Earl Bennett, III (Gold Medal Class of '63) To: Frank Whiteside (63) You're right, the memories I have of you from Chief Jo (our paths didn't cross much at Col Hi) would not have led me to expect you to teach. But hey, we all grew up better than we would have expected of each other, I think. And you're also right, Mr. Harvey was special. The ready smile and easy going patience are prominent in my memories, and yes, he did make each of us (me for sure) feel special. It was in his class that I learned I had a talent for taking and doing well on standardized tests - it had always been true, I just hadn't realized it until then (common sense and making good decisions - well, that's another issue that didn't turn out so well). Regards, ecb3 -Earl Bennett, III, Gold Medal Class of '63 ******************************************** >>From: Ron Richards (63) RE: D.C. Vote To: Frazier Botsford (63) It's good to hear from you, and congratulations for getting a political message printed in the Alumni Sandstorm. Perhaps a good redneck Republican (not I, but there are a few among our ranks) will take you or Maren to task for that. [YOU JUST DID, RON! -Maren] Heaven forbid that all those good Democrats in D.C. would be allowed congressional representation! RE: Gold Medal Class of '63 To: Jim Hamilton (63) A few days ago I quickly read a note asking you, or someone, to explain how and why the Gold Medal Class of '63 received that distinction. Have I missed your response? The many reasons for that distinction would be interesting for all to know. It would also be interesting to know which class is the Silver Medal Class. Any nominations? -Ron Richards (63) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining Pitchford (64) To: Jeff Curtis (69) Re: accordion and Mr. Fred Grazzini Enjoyed your thoughts on the accordion and Mr. Grazzini. I took accordion lessons from him from the time I was in the third grade until the end of 7th grade --- lost my "fascination" for the "squeeze box" and turned to boys, instead. ;) I was in the third grade and we lived on Rossell Street across from Benita Wahl and she was playing the accordion and I remember telling my Mom I wanted to play that. So, she found out who Benita took her lessons from, Mr. Grazzini was contacted and he began coming to the house every Thursday for an hour. By the time we had moved to Elm Street when I was in the fourth grade, I had "graduated" to the 120 bass and was playing, "Whispering Hope"; "G Whiz"; and "Red River Valley". I had an uncle who also played the accordion and he "played by ear", whereas I "read the notes". So, there were times when we would play duets. Jeff, do you remember the competitions that Mr. Grazzini would hold with all of his students? I had quite a few "trophies" for first and second place. (they were little plastic ones with a black base and our names were put on with a label maker, but remember being very proud of them.) I also remember a talent show at Spalding and playing my accordion. I remember the straps getting "heavier" as the practice increased from 30 minutes to an hour, and that is probably another reason why it didn't bother me to quit. ;) Might have kept playing if they had offered accordion as part of band. Thanks for the "trip down memory lane". I kept my accordion till I was 21 and could still play it. ;) Sold it for $60 and am sure my folks' paid more than that for it. It had pearl buttons and I carried it in a brown case with deep brown velvet inside and two large pockets for all my sheet music. Want to hear something really funny: there are still times when I wish I still had my accordion. :) Isn't there a "rock" band with an accordion player? Wonder how many kids in Richland took lessons from Mr. Grazzini? Think he taught the piano, and the guitar, too. -Linda Reining Pitchford (64) ******************************************** >>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65) To: Frank Whiteside (63) I remember Mr. Harvey, I had him for 8th grade homeroom at Chief Jo! He was so funny and nice, I always felt he really liked kids. I've always felt teaching middle school is a calling, and Mr. Harvey did us all a great service. I too was saddened when I read of his tragic death. thanks for reminding me of him. -Patricia de la Bretonne (65) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) RE: ferry across the Columbia Yes, I too remember riding a ferry across the river instead of going through Pasco when we went to South Dakota. We would pick up Dad from work and take the ferry across to save time I presume as we headed north and then east to our summer vacation in South Dakota. One year (I don't remember which one however) we spent a week at Priest Lake. We stayed in a cabin and as I seem to remember I caught a nasty cold as it rained most of the time we were there (the smell of Vicks on the chest is my reminder). Ah, for the good ole days of being a kid. I am so surprised at the things I have in my mind about those times. -Betti Avant (69) ******************************************** >>From: Jeff Curtis (69) RE: A couple of (short, I promise) thoughts To: Emily Clark (07) I don't think the Sandstorm has ever had a posting from a pre-RHS student much less one with the tag "ought-seven". I am totally impressed and I have a feeling that many other regular readers of this newsletter share this sentiment. Look Emily, I know you're busy. Sixth grade is a swirl of activity and a load of responsibility. But maybe you could find the time to drop a note into the Sandstorm now and then about what is going on in your world. We get a lot of "looking back" from the alumni but you are right in the midst of all the action and I'm sure that your perspective would prove to be both interesting and refreshing. Got any teachers that are great? Any that are jerks? We all did and you will too. Looking forward to hearing more from you in the future. [NOTE: Emily's post came from the All Bomber Alumni GUEST BOOK -- she's not on the Sandstorm list and may not even know about the Alumni Sandstorm. -Maren] To: Patti Sinclair Baldwin (77) Regarding your entry, and I quote, "Recalling another singer - I believe it was Mark Saucier. I remember him singing "Little Brown Jug". I was pretty young, and I thought it was great!" I knew Mark well and find it very interesting that you have labeled him as a "singer". Trying to be as objective as possible, Mark was a wonderful guy but I HAVE heard him sing..... you must have been very young. To fellow Tinkle Streeter Mike Davis (74) Why does it not surprise me that during the parent- coach confrontation you managed to get in the last word? Congratulations on a snappy, appropriate retort as well as an excellent BURN! -Jeff Curtis (69) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) To: Frank Whiteside (63) Yes, I remember Verne Harvey from my Chief Jo days very well. All of your nice thoughts of him are shared by me and I am sure most others. He coached our 7th grade football team in 1964 (I think). I also think that Autumn was the time he died in that fire. The fire was at the Camp Wallowa Boy Scout Camp in Oregon. The camp was a great spot, near the towns of Joeseph and Enterprise Oregon. Coach Harvey had a really unique, almost musical way about him when he led calistentics. He was a great guy and great with all us kids. Hello to Patti Sinclair Baldwin (77) Good to hear from you. Saw your folks, Rich, Mary, Dunc Jr., (etc., etc.) during R2K and as always it was a lot of fun.... LOTS of stories! And Judy Bunch Knox (70) Please say hi to Rob (Knox). I saw Mrs. Knox at the alumni game. She looked great, we had a nice visit. I am sure all Bombers remember Mrs. Knox, she was a great Bomber fan and neighbor.... even if she is a hopeless Cougar fan! Best wishes to ALL Bombers -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************** >>From: Barbara Maffei Walker (71) RE: Reunions I keep hearing all about the r2k reunion that happened in Richland and I never heard anything about it!!! I was in Richland in July for my parents 50th. What a difference 30 years makes! I now live in the Chicago area and I keep reading about Krispy Creams here in the sandstorm. Well I have a high school senior that just loves them and doesn't know what all the fuss was about spudnuts! Keep in touch about future reunions. Now that my last child is graduating from high school I am free to roam the country!! HA!HA! -Barbara Maffei Walker (71) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Wear (71) To: Jeff Curtis (69) Jeff, Once again you've come up with a masterpiece. I printed it off and headed for the local Denny's to enjoy the atmosphere and read your prose. Krispy Kreme stock at $96.00 a share. -Brad Wear (71) ******************************************** >>From: Tedi Parks Teverbaugh (76) TO: Jeff Curtis(s) (69) Thanks for the accordion story... well done and entertaining. I love the way you write. -Tedi Parks Teverbaugh (76) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/4/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers sent stuff: Richard Roberts (49), Don White (50), Curt Donahue (53), Mike Clowes (54), Ann Bishop (56), Ed Borasky (59), Mike Brady (61), Frank Whiteside (63), Barbara Franco (67), Peter Crowley (67), Betti Avant (69) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) To: John Hughes (73) Cliff Judd (49) was right. Those pics were great. I lived in Hanford for about 8 mos before the family moved to Richland. My folks took me to the Kay Kaiser show. -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Don White (50) RE: 50th Reunion Hi all Don White, Class of '50, is gonna be at the reunion next week if the creeks don't rise. Any really old grads still kicking?? -Don White (50) ******************************************** >>From: Curt Donahue (53) To: Jeff Curtis (69) You did it again!! Outstanding writing. It did put me in mind of someone who I thought played accordion extremely well and that was Dick Zilar (54), rest his soul. To: Tom Tracy (55) I second your opinion of Marilyn Richey (53). She was worth every minute of time to watch her pitch a game. It would have been worth the money, too, if we would have had to pay. Your conclusions on "sports parents" were right on. One of my sons was an outstanding athlete in several sports. When he had played about 3/4's of the way through Little League baseball season, carrying a 667 batting average, he told me he was quitting because he didn't like the way some of the parents treated their kids. It upset his coach, but he quit anyway. To: Carolyn Eaton Hudson (53) Sometime back you asked about the class of 53's motto, colors, song, etc. I have the 53 annual and I can find no mention of those items. If we had them, it didn't get into the annual, and it has been too long ago for me to remember. -Curt Donahue (53) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Jeff Curtis (69) RE: accordion lesson Jeff, You do have a way with words. Thought for a minute I'd hooked on to a rerun of "The Wonder Years." Your narrative style is very similar to that used on the show. Sounds like your father was the epitome of a real good neighbor; build a high privacy fence, but allow access under it. A gate would have been too easy. Sounds like Korten's changed a bit since I was a habitué; the record department was upstairs with the listening booths to one's right as they reached the top. Never did have too much interest in where the practice rooms were. From the size of them, sounds like the one I was trapped in for a summer in my seventh year. Only there was less room, as most of it was taken up by an upright piano. Never did get beyond the treble line, and never learned chords. But accordion players abound in my high school years, well three of them at any rate, and all graduated the same year (one at a different school), 1954. They are Dick Cole, Larry Murphy and the late Dick Zilar. Watched Dick Cole play the piano once; he had to get down on his knees and lean sideways so the keyboard would feel right. Dick Zilar and Larry Murphy would entertain us at the occasional assembly, and once or twice at the same time. Zilar and Murphy, sounds like a vaudeville team. The only disappointment in the story was that I had to keep telling my computer to stay on line. Just hate those interruptions. Sounds like K-K-K-Kenny from K-K-K-Korten's was more fun than watching Ben Roscoe selling anything on TV. But that was before any "real" television station in the Tri-Cities. All I could remember seeing were Spokane stations on cable. But look on the bright side, Jeff, at least you were a contender. No one asked you to take a dive in third round. Way to go, even though you were beat out by a "gurrl". Bombers rule, -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Sara "Ann" Bishop Ousley (56) RE: class of '56 Any of you out there? Where is Beverly Edwards Olson, Wanda Thompson or John Cowan? Would like to hear from you.... any of you who remember me. -Sara "Ann" Bishop Ousley (56) ******************************************** >>From: Ed Borasky (59) RE: Vern Harvey, Club 40, other stuff ... I remember Vern Harvey from Jason Lee (6th grade, 1952-1953). When did he move to Chief Jo? It must have been after I left. He was one of my favorites as well. It looks like I'm going to miss Club40 this year :-(. Too much work at work, getting the house ready for what looks like an early winter, stuff like that. And finally, I invite you all to stop by my new web page. No Bomber links just yet, but I'll probably put some in once I get the rest of it going. -Ed Borasky (59) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Brady (61) I enjoyed the all class reunion this summer, however, I have one suggestion that may have already been made. For us old folks, the name tags should be larger. I know that I missed meeting several of my classmates because I couldn't read their names. Being a little on the bashful side, I didn't feel that it was appropriate to put my face inches away from someone's chest. During the basketball game, I was sitting a few rows behind Jack Glover. Near the end of the game, I went down and talked to him (I recognized him because he still looks the same as when he was 18!). I asked him if he has seen some of our classmates recently. "Oh, yeah, Craig, Cindy, Bob, etc. etc. were just up here a few minutes ago." I will have to be a little bolder at the next reunion! On the plus side, I saw my second grade sweetheart, Nancy Weston. That was a thrill! -Mike Brady (61) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [I nominate Mike Brady (61) to be head of the Name Tag Committee for the next All Bomber reunion. - Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Frank Whiteside (63) RE: Gratitude/early Richland musical groups To: Don Peyton (63), Leonard Peters (61), Earl Bennett (63), Patricia de la Bretonne (65), and Mike Franco (70) Thanks for your feedback on Mr. Harvey. It bothered me somewhat for a long time that I never was able to communicate to him that I really appreciated what he did while he was alive. It just goes to show that most people wait until it's too late to convey their gratitude to their teachers, family members, or others who played a major part in their lives. On another note, while weeding out some boxes of attic stuff, I came across some old Richland newspapers from about 1945 through the early 60s and the first three "Richland Days" programs -- 1945, '46, and '47. They have a lot of great information and pictures. Among them there were pictures of early Richland musical groups such as a women's chorus called Treble Clef, the Richland Symphony Orchestra, and the men's chorus called the Meistersingers. The men's group rang a bell because I also found a 1956 newspaper picture of myself in the boy's choir called the Minnesingers. I remember that I was in the group for several years during elementary school and junior high. We put on numerous concerts. I kind of dreaded the concerts because they put makeup on us. Do any of these groups still exist? Anyone else remember belonging to these groups? I saw a lot of well- known fellow Bombers in that newspaper picture. -Frank Whiteside (63) ******************************************** >>From: Barbara Franco Sherer (67) RE: Coaching and umping My husband never coached, but he was president of Bellevue West Little League a year or two. If that wasn't a headache. One of the information sheets he handed out to the coaches was a list of "do's and don'ts". They were asked to share it with all parents. The last item on the don't list was "don't groan when the worst player on the team comes up to bat in the 9th. inning with 2 outs". It was a pretty good list. If anyone is interested, I'll see if we can dig it up. My two sons have summer birthdays (and we didn't hold them back), so they were always just average in size. They ran into trouble in high school where the coach thought that even though they played as well, or better, than others, they were cut because of being only average in size. Both switched over to soccer, successfully, eventually into varsity ranks. My older son, now 23, took it badly, however, and swore he would never play baseball again. He didn't and it was too bad. What he did, though was umpire all 4 years of high school. As most of you know, it's very difficult to find umpires, so the league was thrilled to have him. I'm told he was very good. When the boys moved out of Little League, I thought I got my Saturday mornings back... no, at least for the first year, my husband and I took turns cheering on the ump. We would see people we knew and they would ask who we were rooting for, we'd say the ump, and the response was always, "Oh-h-h". It helped people put things into perspective, after all, my son was still just a kid, too. The summer of his senior year, one coach who had a bad habit of yelling at everyone - the kids, the umps, the parents - really got on Robert's case. He stood there quietly, saying little, letting the man scream. He came home, said he was quitting, called the president and did just that. This was a case were the coach was out of control. They let him finish that season but wouldn't let him coach anymore. Several other coaches called Robert and finally talked him into continuing. My son learned a great deal through his umpiring, but I think the little guys learned a lot by having a "big kid" there. I was told that one time he called time out then walked out to the mound to talk to the pitcher. Apparently, the pitcher was balking and Robert wanted him to understand what he was doing wrong before he called him on it. My second son continues to play soccer in college. He coached Rec. League a couple summers. That's a lot easier; he only dealt with high school kids and just yelled back if they didn't like something. My son said it was a good system that worked well. Maybe more parents need to be reminded that there are so few years of childhood, let the kids be. Actually, childhood seems to be getting shorter all the time. Too bad. In any case, I thank all the people who have coached, been uniform parent, anything that supported the kids. It has all made a tremendous impact on the successes of these learning teams. -Barbara Franco Sherer (67) P.S. My daughter played soccer 3rd, through 10th. grades. People scream all through those games, so it doesn't seem so painful. ******************************************** >>From: Peter Crowley (67) To: whomever I just wanted to thank the generous person who purchased one of the Bomber tapes of the R2K for me. Two cute kiddies came to my door last week and gave it to me. Dumbfounded, I did not have the wherewithal to even ask their names. I appreciate your generosity. On to state! Sincerely, -Peter Crowley (67) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) RE: accordions and Mr. Harvey When I was in grade school (I am not sure what grade) my twin brother and I decided we wanted to take accordion lessons. Well, Mom got us signed up and we went to Korten's for our first lesson. The instructor never showed up, so Mom said we couldn't take the lessons after all. In third grade we both took violin lessons from Miss Just, the music teacher at Jason Lee. In the sixth grade we went to our cousin's wedding in Pullman and who did we meet serving punch, but none other than Miss Just's sister who worked in the music department at W.S.U. with my cousin's father-in-law (such a small world). In the third grade I had Mrs. Harvey as a teacher. I remember at the end of the school year picnic that each class had we walked to her house for the big event. She lived one house down from my Aunt and Uncle on Perkins. I never had Mr. Harvey as a teacher, but do remember when he died. That tragic fire also took the life of a sophomore scout by the name of Steve Willi (68) and it was a most difficult 9th grade year for our class as well as Steve's sophomore class. Here's to accordions and Mr. Harvey. -Betti Avant (69) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/5/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 Bombers sent stuff: Ray Gillette (49), Tom Tracy (55), Carol Bishop (57) Mike Brady (61), Deedee Willox (64), Gary Behymer (64) Don Jepsen (80) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ray Gillette (49) To: Richard Roberts (49) When you saw Kay Kaiser and his "College of Musical Knowledge" did you happen also to see IshKaBible??? I've been trying to find out what happened to him for the last forty years. -Ray Gillette (49) ******************************************** >>From: Tom Tracy (55) To: Barbara Franco Sherer (67) Sounds like your son was a good player, coach and official. There is more to coaching than the coaching part of coaching. His compassion for the pitcher and his help in keeping batters from just coming up to the plate and just waiting and "wishing for a walk" was a good consideration for all of them. Good parents make good teachers and... how well we know that, "whoso teacheth a child , labors with GOD in his workshop"... -Tom Tracy (55) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Bishop Horne (57) Are we talking about the Mr. Harvey that taught at Spalding..... if so... I had him in 6th grade in the 50s..... how did he die?... It sounds like it was in a fire... Also... Marlene Maness played and plays still the accordion.... don't u Marlene.. -Carol Bishop Horne (57) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Brady (61) RE: R2K2 Nomination as head of the Name Tag Committee I accept! -Mike Brady (61) ******************************************** >>From: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) Re: Music Lessons OK, since we are on the subject of music lessons, does anyone remember Mrs. Brucey? She lived in Kennewick but taught piano lessons house to house in Richland. She was not as expensive as some of the other teachers and my folks had all three of us in piano lessons, so inexpensive was definitely for us! She would plan us for her last stop of the day and my dad would drive her back to Kennewick. One weekend, my sister (Judy Willox Hodge -61) and I got to spend the night at her house. We thought that was pretty neat. I started piano lessons the summer between 2nd and 3rd grade and continued until 9th grade. My sister and brother both quit early on, but I stayed with it. When I was 12, I decided to quit, but my mother said "I'm going to have ONE kid that plays the piano!" Since I was the last one still taking lessons, I was it! I remember telling her I would not practice and she told me I didn't have to practice, but I had to sit on the bench for half an hour every day. Of course, I got bored just sitting there and began to play again. She also got me a new teacher who introduced me to classical music which I still love. The new teacher was Mrs. Nagley and I have pictures of her and I playing piano-organ duets at the officers club for a women's luncheon. (I won the door prize!) I was about 13 or 14 at that point. I still play occasionally at home for my own pleasure, but it sure doesn't sound like it used to. Must be the piano, huh? -Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Re: Found in the Social Security Death Index I believe that this is Richard Stanger from the Class of 1951. Can someone collaborate this? Richard Stanger Residence: 98537 Cosmopolis, Grays Harbor, WA Born 15 Nov 1933 Died 12 Jul 1998 -Gary Behymer (64) ******************************************** >>From: Don Jepsen (80) Re: R2K Video Tape order Status as of 8/31 I would like to thank all of those who have ordered an All Bombers R2K Class Reunion Videotape. Most of you that ordered before the 15th of August should have received your tape by this time. I have 7 deliveries left that will be mailed or hand delivered on September 1st. Due to the Holiday weekend, I would expect them to arrive on, or before the 11th. So if you are still missing a tape after the 11th please contact me and I will send you another one. I appreciate everyone's patience, and I apologize for the delay in your tape deliveries. The Bombers are a great group of people to work with! I have three new tapes made for the class of 1980, 1965 and Club 40 reunions. All three of these tapes have a History Piece of Richland and RHS from 1900-2000! The History Piece includes pictures and video clips of Richland, RHS, and Richland School District with music and narration. If you already have a R2K tape, then I would suggest you order Tape Number 0004-CR, "RHS HISTORY AND GENE CONLEY". This tape is 17 minutes long and is only $10.00. If you would like details on any of these tapes, or videos for an upcoming Class Reunion event, just contact me. -Don Jepsen (80) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/6/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 17 Bombers sent stuff: Norma Culverhouse (49), Dorothy Sargent (51), Nancy Riggs (51), Ralph Myrick (51), Marilyn Richey (53), Mike Clowes (54), Ken Neal (57), Tom Matthews (57), Ed Borasky (59), Janet Wilgus (59), John Northover (59), Mary Ann Vosse (63), Steve Piippo (70), Patti Spencer (65), Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB), Kerry Steichen (74), Candy Campbell (78WB) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49) Please add me to the list of people still waiting to receive shirts ordered on Friday of the R2K reunion. I have no idea who to contact. Does anyone know? I ordered four T-shirts. -Norma Culverhouse King (49) ******************************************** >>From: Dorothy Sargent Rath (51) RE: Richard Stanger (51) To: Gary Behymer (64) I have a sinking feeling that must be Richard Stanger from the great class of 1951. Gosh, gone 2 years now. I always wondered what happened to Richard after we graduated. Never heard a thing as to his whereabouts or what he was doing. He and I go way back to the 6th grade. He was always lots of fun and quite a capable gymnast as I remember. I believe he was was on the Yell Squad in High School. I am so sorry to hear this news, but thank you for passing it on. -Dorothy Sargent Rath (51) ******************************************** >>From: Nancy Riggs Lawrence (51) Re: Richard Stanger (51) To: Gary behymer (64) Dear Gary, Yes, that is our Richard Stanger. Thanks for the important information, we will correct our lists. -Nancy Riggs Lawrence (51) ******************************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) RE: Scamming and ala mode I don't how many of you have checked you long distance calls lately. Last billing period I noticed an outfit that goes by Worldcomnet site billed me for a call under a USBI Miscellaneous Billing title. They charged me fifty cents a minute. I tried to find out how and why and even my carrier couldn't tell me. I got the bill reduced to what it would have been if GTE carried it. Again, this month, same thing happened. My wife and I spent over one hour trying to get an exclamation of how and why. And, as you can guess, neither one could tell me why. That company reduced my charged again. So, especially all of you seniors, check and double check your phone bills and question everything. Also, in reading all the mail concerning Spudnut shop. I didn't recall anyone mentioning the delicious Spudnut alamode. This was a big spudnut with a gob of soft ice cream on it. It cost $.15. My dad and I ate this often. And, wasn't the Spudnut Shop a fish 'n chip place originally? -Ralph Myrick (51) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) To: Curtis Donahue (53) and Tom Tracy (55) I want to thank you for all the nice things you guys had to say about me and my pitching softball during my youth and pitched until 1970. I actually retired in 1969 but one of the pitchers in Seattle got hurt and they asked me to play for about two weeks in 70. I really didn't want to start again but to help them out, I did. The second week I pitched a no-hitter against a Portland team and said that is it. There isn't a better way to go out than when you can't top what you did on that field day. In defense of the guys who I played against once in awhile in high school and right after that, let me tell you they could hit the woman. Remember at that time the pitching distance was 35 feet and if you had a good fast and curve, the first time a guy got up against you their timing was off. But you let them hit against you several times and they began to tag you. I will be the first to say that men are stronger and they can and I have seen women get hurt badly when playing against men. I never really liked to play against men. There were enough teams in Richland and the state to never really a need to play them. Yes, I do remember pitching against alot of the baseball players during those years and they were good sports about striking out sometimes against me. But I am a believer of the girls playing softball and not baseball. I hope I never see girls playing in major league while I am alive. There are good teams and with the high school having teams that weren't available when I was in school. Richland had some very good ball players and in those days, we had to play with and on the women's team here in Richland. These athletes have it nice. I wish I could have possibly gotten a ride to college instead having to pay my way. But thank you again. At my age, it's nice that people remember me as a pitcher. I was asked by my niece's daughter who pitches softball at RHS if I could even throw a ball and it's hard to not say anything but just laugh. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) T0: Ray Gillette (49) Can't tell you what happened to "Ishkabibble", but his real name was (is) Merwyn Bogue. He was a pretty fair trumpet player in addition to his other duties in the Kyser band. All of this according to George T. Simon, from his book "The Big Bands." Wish I could add more. For those of you who don't care, Kay Kyser's biggest hits were "Who Wouldn't Love You"; "Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition" and the ever lovely "Three Little Fishes". The memorable chorus from the latter contained the lovely words "doop doop dudywadum shoo" or something like that. Who knows, this must have been a foretelling of "Do Wop" singing, along with "The Hut Sut Song". But that was another band. Don't laugh, gang, novelty songs like these were big hits in the Thirties and Forties, at least amongst the "Mickey Mouse" bands that proliferated during the era of The Big Bands. The term was used contemptuously, and referred to the "clip-clop" syncopation of the rhythm section and was similar to that heard as background music in movie cartoons like Mickey Mouse. Yes we, too, had our musical differences back then. Some people liked the "Mickey Mouse" bands, some preferred "Gummy Lumbago and his Royal Canadian Clubbers" and whole lot chose Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, Tommy Dorsey, Artie Shaw, to name a few. Sort of like a choice between Snoop Doggy Dog and Metallica. Ever a Bomber -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Ken Neal (57) Re: Ish Kabibble To: Ray Gillette (49) Ish Kabibble, real name Merwyn A. Bogue, died just a few years ago. Kay (Jerome Kern) Kyser died July 1985. You have a classmate Pat McCoy (55) who is one of the largest dealers in old time radio shows in the country. Anyone looking for one of these old shows, including the Cinnamon Bear, should contact Pat at McCoy's Recordings in Richland. -Ken Neal (57) ******************************************** >>From: Tom Matthews (57) Re: A few memories of Mr. Harvey I was a student in his 9th grade homeroom at Chief Jo in the '53-'54 school year and he was a well liked teacher. There was never a question about who was in charge, he had a sense of humor, and made his classroom one you wanted to be in. I recall his rule about not leaning back in the one piece desk/chairs we had. Of course, he did it all the time in an empty desk at the back of the classroom and crashed to the floor once which is why I suppose I remember the rule. I also remember him telling us more than once about having a home (summer home?) on Fox Island in Puget Sound, which I made sure to identify on the map of Washington State we all had to make. As with most of my school memories, I find it's not remembering specific events, but the personality of the teacher and their ability to be excited/interested in the subjects they taught. Mr. Harvey certainly was a winner in that regard. -Tom Matthews (57) ******************************************** >>From: Ed Borasky (59) Re: Ish Kabibble To: Ray Gillette (49) From website: Ish Kabibble Everyone's heard the name, but from where? Ish (Merwyn Bogue) got it from his comedy version of an old Yiddish song, "Isch Ga Bibble" (loosely translated, it means "I should worry?"), which he performed after joining Kay in 1931. The public (and band) began calling HIM Ish and the name stuck. Raised in Erie, Penn., the fine cornetist developed the rural "Ish" character with pudding bowl hair, who constantly interrupted the show to recite nonsensical poems to a frustrated Kay, becoming his on-stage comedy foil. But he was no dummy offstage - he handled the payroll! Ish stayed with the band 'til Kay's retirement. He then went on to a solo career, sold real estate, and played Vegas with his fine Dixieland outfit, The Shy Guys. LSU Press published his autobiography written w/his sister in 1989. No book has been published on Kay himself. Ish died shortly after Ginny in 1994. -Ed Borasky (59) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) Re: music in fission city To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) Ah, piano lessons, my teacher made it look so easy!! I first took piano lessons when I was a 3rd grader at Marcus Whitman from the kindest little lady in the world, Mrs. Jump. Her studio was the living room of a tiny little prefab just across from the school. We went through many of the John Thompson books, including "Teaching Little Fingers to Play," (and what a title that is today!! Am sure lambda or other pervs would pick up on something like that, huh? Er... sorry, couldn't resist!) After Mrs. Jump I had the wonderful experience of taking lessons from Mrs. Carole Beardsley. Mrs. Beardsley told all of her students they were talented or at least had "tremendous" potential. She even got all the stuff together so we could make our own records!! I still have a bright red 78 of me, the artist, rendering several tunes, including "The American Patrol March!" And the label is signed by me, the artist, including my phone number: 55088 (I love that number -- have never had a better phone number since!) in case any one besides my parents would want a copy!! I signed my first record in screaming, fuchsia ink --- Mrs. Beardsley gave me this wonderful pen that at the mere push of a button, could produce either pink, blue or green ink!! Incentive for lots of practice, you see. This tri-color wonder pen was used to embellish my Girl Scout Handbook at about the same time (I still have that little green book, with scribbles from many of you out there.) Judy Morrill, if you are reading, remember our fun duets ala Mrs. Beardsley and our fun in scouts and band!! Later on I took even more lessons (my poor, well- intentioned parents, still thought I had "potential") from Julia Corten up on Wright Avenue. Then on to jr. high. Occasionally when Mr. Dunton's very talented accompanists, like Sylvia Jackson, were not available he'd call upon me to come down out of the chorus and plunk myself in front of that very large and very intimidating 8-foot grand!! I know my heart was pounding and my hands were shaking and whenever I hit a really bad clunker, Mr. Dunton would stop all rehearsal, stare, not glare of course, over his glasses, say nothing for what seemed like an eternity and when all eyes were finally on me, he'd say something like, "May we continue now, Miss Willigus??" (emphasis on the added "i.") Don't know how long it took for my blushing to subside but I do know that after many such experiences, stage fright never was much of a problem. Another coin in the memory bank from Carmichael Chorus, was standing on the very highest riser in the Alto section one day. Girls, if you remember, we wore those very, very long strands of "pearls." Well, as fortune would have it, the string on my very long strand of pearls broke during a very quiet interval in rehearsing "You'll Never Walk Alone." (remember that one?) The hundred or so "pearls" that spewed from the strand around my neck never missed a riser, ricocheted off every step to the stage floor!! I knew what was coming as Mr. Dunton cut off the choir and searched the Altos for the source of this fierce interruption. I just covered my face with my hands -- and when I had the courage to look, he did his very accomplished double take back to me, stared over the glasses for an unmercifully long time and then erupted in convulsions of laughter!!! The entire choir joined in once they saw Mr. Dunton really wasn't going to kill anybody, namely me!! Well, thank you again, music teachers all -- I still know most of the words to those 50s musicals, much to the amazement of my kids and husband!! Ah, and the piano, I'm thankful I can still tickle the ivories a bit, at least when I have music in front of me and lately find I have more time to practice in my retirement.... maybe Nordstrom will get desperate some Christmas and call me out of the choir.... nah!! Have to keep this kind of talent hidden at home. With memories of walking to piano lessons in the "sandstorm", -Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) ******************************************** >>From: John Northover (59) Dupus Boomer Cartoons 1946 & 1947-1948 -John Northover (59) ******************************************** >>From: Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63) To: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) Enjoyed your entry regarding the family cabin on Eight Mile Island. Shortly after that there was a very nice article in the Spokesman Review about the cabin and the family reunion (I believe it was Sunday's paper.) How nice to have such a bit of history in the family. -Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Spencer (65) Re: Mr. Harvey Mr. Harvey was my all time favorite teacher. He loved his work, kids and life. When I am in front of my students I often think of Mr. Harvey. He inspired me to become a caring, loving and accepting teacher. He will be missed. -Patti Spencer (65) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To: Mike Davis (74) Mike, My observation having coached in junior high school, high school and my own kids is parents want the best for their kids. Some parents have a hard time watching a 'coach' try to coach or their kid not play. With the AAU parent coaches every parent now can become a self appointed coaching expert. My feeling is the word 'coach' is given to many, earned by few. Kids know who the best players are. Hopefully coaches play kids, when possible, and the kids compete while keeping the game going or come out to receive coaching. Keep coaching, Mike! -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) A wonderful woman named Kris Taylor taught my children Band in grade school here in Cheney in 1992-94 or 1995. She then moved to the Tri Cities to teach band. She may have taken back her maiden name, but I don't think so. She had a little boy and was pregnant with her second child when she moved down there (Kennewick?) to be near her parents, following a heartbreaking divorce. She inspired both of my children to love and study music, and is an excellent teacher. Kris had a special trick for teaching my daughter (a drummer) how to read music, something to do with football.... I'm sorry I've lost touch with her. Perhaps some Sandstorm reader has children or grandchildren who have been lucky enough to have Kris as a teacher in the Tri Cities since 1995. I'd sure like to hear from you. Did you know that children who study music or foreign language for 4 or more years score an average of 150 points higher on the SAT, both math and verbal? The premise is that learning foreign language (music included) develops patterns in the brain which aids ALL learning. Anyway, the SAT isn't the be-all, end-all of knowledge testing, but it is something you need to do well on if you plan to go to college in the U.S. If your child has the opportunity to play a musical instrument or learn Spanish (for instance), you should consider this benefit in case you haven't been convinced by any of the other touted advantages. I took 2 years of French at Chief Joseph. I can't recall the teacher's name, but I know she was an Austrian lady, fluent in German, English, and French, maybe more! I was impressed with that. Twenty years later, I took 3 years of Spanish in college. Everything I'd learned about French helped me to easily learn Spanish, even though 2 decades had passed. Entonces, yo hablo espanol bastante bien, et je parle un peu francais aussi. My children know smatterings of Spanish, French, and German, but can read music fluently (unlike me). I'd say we have all benefited from this exposure, in many ways. The bottom line is, there are some parents, like mine, who resist music and foreign language education for their children as a waste of time. In the 1970s, I wasn't allowed to take Band because my parents didn't want to spend money on buying or renting an instrument. In the 1990s, I taught Spanish to middle school kids whose parents didn't want them to learn a foreign language because everyone else in the world should learn to speak English. HEADLINE - everyone else in the 1st world DOES speak and write English better or at least as well as most of OUR kids do. If we want to keep up, we'll have to encourage our children/students to learn another language and/or learn to read and perform music. It is a never-regretted, always interesting, life-long talent and source of pride. And that's all I have to say about that... -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ******************************************** >>From: Kerry Steichen (74) Re: Vacations! Returning from Packwood, WA (Home of the Largest Flea Market in WA) and my parents' home (of 15 years), this was "Family Weekend". The time that the Steichen kids (9), in-laws, out-laws and grandkids come together to catch up on life and share stories of our success and improvements. Not all reside from Richland any more but we are all within driving distance. We come to spend much of the time walking up and down the mile stretch of Packwood looking for that great buy, new vendor or adding to our collection of collectibles that only one might want. But much of the time is spent catching up on life's adventures since the last time we were together. The new additions to the family and all the new adventures that our older kids are about to take on. Most of all it is the time we share the warmth of family and the opportunity to all be together again. Re: Coaching! I was touched by fellow '74 grad the famous M. Davis from Denny's and his story of shame. I would have loved to see the parent's jaw drop or his stutter for words as you left the court. I, too, have spent (and continue to spend) my time coaching my 4 kids. I found that if you spend the time at home working with your kids, practicing the fundamentals they have a better opportunity for success. If they are still having problems with playing time, have the kid ask the coach "what do I need to do to get more playing time?" Most of the coaches will let them know what they need to work on to improve their chances. Most of all parents need to know that the coaches' kids will always play more than other kids, if you accept that fact you will become less frustrated. Aside from all the gifts that you get from coaching the greatest thrill is having the kids come back year after year and want to play on your team and watching them develop into good kids. (At least you thought so) -Kerry Steichen (74) ******************************************** >>From: Candy Campbell (78) Hello, My name is Candy Campbell and I went to Sacajawea, Jason Lee, and Chief Jo, too. I have been trying to find my old classmates from my school days would every much like to see how a lot of them are doing and where they are at now days. I quit school in October of the 9th grade due to being pregnant and lost touch with all of the ones I went to school with. I should have graduated in 1978. I grew up in Richland, left home in 1976 but have returned hone off and on for 25 years now I had found a few people I went to school with but lost track of them in the last few years. I miss everyone from my school days and would love to hear from them and see what, where, and how they all are doing. I now have 3 grown kids (who are all out of school) and 2 beautiful granddaughters now, too. If anyone remembers me email me I would love to hear from you all. -Candy Campbell (78) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/7/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15 Bombers sent stuff: Mary Triem (47), Richard Roberts (49), Lois McCrarey (50), Dave Brusie (51), Marilyn DeVine (52), Burt Pierard (59), Ed Borasky (59), Janet Wilgus (59), Kenny Wright (63), Deedee Willox (64), Gail Setbacken (66), Brad Wear (71), Peggy Hartnett (72), Marjo Vinther (77), Kim Edgar (79) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) To: All you Bombers who are so good with the 40's music information (Ishkabble, etc.) I grew up with Kay Kyser's music and had a huge crush on his male singer - now I can't even remember his last name, (was it Babbit?), but his first name was Harry. Can you help me? Also, what ever happened to him? Thanks, -Mary Triem Mowery (47) ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) To: Norma Culverhouse (49) I know why you are so anxious about those tee shirts. You always looked so good in one! To: Ray Gillette (49) Re: "Isch Ga Bibble" I enjoyed all of the history returned on the Sandstorm. Very interesting. I do remember him on the Kay Keyser show in Hanford, especially, as one writer described, with his "pudding bowl hair". Kay Keyser was also memorable. It's curious that a biography has been written about Isch Ga Bibble, but not for the leader of the "College of Musical Knowledge". Bomber cheers, -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Lois McCrarey Trent (50) Hi, I haven't received my shirt order either. Hope to get a delivery date. Thanks and also a "High Five" for all the effort put in by your Team on R2K. -Lois McCrarey Trent (50) ******************************************** >>From: Dave Brusie (51) To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) Yes, I knew Mrs. Brusie. She was my mother. She lived in Kennewick. Mother passed away in 1978 in Vancouver. She loved teaching you children, and I must say that you all kept her young. -Dave Brusie (51) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn "Em" DeVine Dow (52) To: Larry Mattingly (60) Your Fireworks really did put "the sky in bloom" here in Palmer, AK at the State Fair. Even though I was about 2 miles away, they looked great and, man, were they LOUD!!! Great job! Thanks!! Sorry I didn't get over there to meet you ---- have read so much about you (and from you) here in the "paper". To: folks in general I'll be heading "Out" early Saturday morning. It'll be a long drive all by myself (Granddaughter and great- grandson found a chance to fly out for something like $25, so they'll do that). However, I have confidence in my motor home (which is a big joke if you've heard about my LAST drive out--but it can't be that bad twice, can it!?!) and I think I'll be to Richland about the 14th. New phone # will be (509) 942-1350 [Maren--please don't delete this, we aren't in the phone book yet.] Address: 418 Adams. Regards to each and all, -Marilyn "Em" DeVine Dow (52) ******************************************** >>From: Burt Pierard (59) TO: Ralph Myrick (51) The Fish 'n' Chips place was next door to the Spudnut Shop (GWW side) and was named "Fission Chips" complete with an atom on the left end of their sign. By the way, I'm still looking for anyone who might have a picture of the store front (of the Fission Chips) - please email me if you have one. Bomber Cheers, -Burt Pierard (59) ******************************************** >>From: Ed Borasky (59) Re: Fission Chips :-) To: Ralph Myrick (51) When I moved to Richland in 1951, there was a fish 'n chips place next door to (or very close to, anyway) the Spudnut Shop. It was called, quite appropriately, "Fission Chips". I don't know what became of it, or which store now occupies its location. -Ed Borasky (59) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) To: Ray Gillette (49) Just had to mention Ray, that way back in the early 60's when I was having another adventure away from my sheltered existence in Richland, I was invited by a sorority sister at the UW to stay at their place in the rain forest of Quinault. Our entertainment was to go to Ocean Shores (I think the only place to go for many a mile) to have a wonderful dinner out and to hear a live band. Yes, you guessed it, it was Kay Kizer and Ish Kabibble. As I recall, we enjoyed it even though at the time it was pretty far removed from anything we were into in the late 50's, our heyday of early (and the coolest!!) rock and roll and our limited introduction at the time to modern jazz. I think when one lived in Quinault, anything performing "live," off the great road of the tree tunnels, was a treat!! After that weekend, I welcomed the return to good old rainy, but hoppin' and happenin', Seattle!! -Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) ******************************************** >>From: Kenny Wright 963) re: to my dearest Emily, I reckon if I ever wanted to get my Ph.D. in human anthropology I would have my Thesis already written-a slam dunk (thanks Art D). I do not know much about split-infinitives but I do know people. I know the good side of the human race from my childhood in Richland. I now know the other side of the human race from my life experience after I left Richland and experienced the world after Richland. We truly grew up in the Ozzie & Harriet/Father Knows Best life of the 40s, 50s, and early 60s of a world that ultimately did not exit in the rest of mankind. I think we sometimes trivialize our life as Bombers. We were a US Government experiment that was once in a lifetime. The US Government will never be able to duplicate such an experiment again even if they wanted to. I am humbled when I think that I went through the Richland School District with the sons and daughters of the Best & the Brightest of the fathers and mothers that the United States had to offer during the War & the Cold War. Thanks Richland! The other day I was knocked down into my chair when Emily (07), signed in on the Guest Book on Aug. 28th. Our UNIQUE timeless experience of growing up in Richland was reinforced when a 6th grader from Richland found our site, announced with great youthful anticipation, the vision of becoming a Bomber: -------8/28 Guest Book Entry-------- >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Emily Clark (07) Date: Mon Aug 28 13:41:44 2000 Cool Website! I'm looking forward to high school. I'm not in high school. But I can't wait to be. I am currently a 6th grader at Chief Jo Middle School, but I can't wait until I can go to RHS! GO BOMBERS!!!!!!!! -Emily Clark (07) -----end of Guest Book Entry----- I am not overtly religious by any means but I think I can safely say at this point..... God bless us all.... the legacy continues. -Kenny Wright (63) ******************************************** >>From: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) I must have missed the story of why you have TWO names. Enlighten me, will you? Re: "Three Little Fishes" by Kay Kyser Boop boop deedum daudum waudum choo. My mother used to sing this song to us, but I didn't know where it came from. I'm in water aerobics 3 days a week and our instructor often gets us singing old songs as we work out. And that is one of the songs we sing! Thanks for the memory. -Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) ******************************************** >>From: Gail Setbacken Carter (66 To: Gary Behymer (64) Gary, I'm trying to find Dorothy Inghram. I think that is how it is spelled. She lived on McPherson circle. I have looked for in the classes but didn't see her name. I think she would have been in the class of 61 or 62? She had a older sister and a younger sister named Ruth. I don't recall much more. She was a part of my childhood a very sweet person. -Gail Setbacken Carter (66) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Wear (71) Re: Coaching I've been following the coaching issue with some degree of interest. I was not going to comment, however, after doing our final cuts for the varsity ice hockey team two nights ago, I have been inundated with calls from disgruntled parents. It never ceases to amaze me how certain parents live vicariously through their children. I can empathize with some of the parents that want their children to make varsity, and actually play in a game. This year our cost to play on either varsity or j.v. is $850.00/player. This excludes equipment and uniforms. Not cheap. The prime motivate for the parents that called was not that their child was capable of playing at the higher level, it was the fact that "I'm paying $850.00 for my son/daughter to play and they should be on varsity at that cost." If you asked the players, they would rather play on J.V. and get playing time, than be on varsity and get minimal ice time. This is the fact most parents miss, IT'S FOR THE KIDS. Several of the players whose parents called stated they did not want to play on varsity yet, primarily due to the physical aspect of varsity level play. Some finesse players do not like to hit, or be hit. When the parents found this out they couldn't accept that their child had that view. In fact, several of them had not even discussed it with them. Who's benefit was this call really for? After seven years of coaching hockey I've seen a lot, and it never ceases to amaze me how parents view a marginal player as a super star. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder. The AmericanHockey magazine in their Sept. issue is dedicated to Fan Vs Fanatic, and how organizations can cope with player-coach-official abuse. There are several very good articles in the issue. We have had most of the points in effect for several years, and our problems have diminished significantly. One step the Southwestern Bell High School Hockey Assoc. put into effect this year is an off ice official will be in the stands to grade the coaches, officials, and the fans. I think it is going to improve the quality of the games significantly. The web site for USA Hockey is I think you can access the magazine on-line for the code of conduct, and other suggestions. -Brad Wear (71) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Hartnett (72) It has been a long hot summer down here on the Mexican border but not nearly as hot as some of those nights seemed, working the phones at MiddlEarth. What a time, what a place, what good people. I have several memories of many of us skinny dipping in the river after we closed and heading out to (dare I say it) Denny's, the old one -before your time, Mike. Anyone remember that great older woman waitress, Jo-34- she never would believe we had been skinny dipping. There was another place in Pasco called Positively 4th Street, which I remember as a bit of a retreat during the weekend of "disturbances" in Volunteer Park - that was a pretty nasty action as I recall. I was looking through an old photo album the other day and you are all there - Jeff - the day we braided your hair, Mike talking seriously, Greg Van Kirk - making a point, Janice Hutchinson, Patty Norton, Brian -- all eating, it must have been that Thanksgiving dinner we did. I have enjoyed seeing your names here, thinking about you, hoping you all are well. -Peggy Hartnett (72) ******************************************** >>From: Marjo Vinther Burt (77) Re: Priest Lake Forgive me for going way off the Richland Bomber path one more time, but since a few of you seemed interested I thought I'd report that I just got back from the family reunion at 8-mile Island. Had close to 150 relatives attend. Lots of fun, but in typical Priest Lake style the weather was in control! Wind, rain, cold - then beautiful sunshine and blue skies... for awhile. Then wind and rain again! But no matter, we all had a blast anyway! Two of my great aunts and one great uncle were in attendance - ages 79, 89 and 91! Although all three are still able bodied and sharp as a tack, the event was very emotional for them - as this was the place where they (and their other 3 siblings, parents and numerous cousins -all long gone now) had spent all their childhood summers. As auntie June said, there are a lot of ghosts (happy memories) there. In the middle of the activities we were entertained with a parade of gorgeous Chris Craft boats - about 12 of them - led by the Sheriff cruising through the channel. It was awesome! This is a Labor Day tradition up there. To: Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63) Thanks for the heads up about the article in the Spokesman! I didn't realize there was an article about it. I will check it out on the internet! To: Kay Mitchell Coates (52) Thanks for your memories of Priest Lake! I agree with you that 8-mile island is the most perfect place on the whole lake. And yes, the storms up there can be incredible! I bet my Dad remembers Jim Low's Resort - I'll ask him when he returns from the lake. Your "adventure" in the Upper Priest sounds similar to other stories I've heard told of that section of the Lake! Every time we've ever gone up there I've had this creepy feeling - not sure what it is about. It's just so "out in the boonies" there, that if you have problems (like you did) you can really get into trouble! To: Danny Bowling (70) Small world! I can't picture your wife's family's cabin right now, but I've obviously been past it many times! Did your wife tell my Dad about it? I'm sure he's run into some of her relatives in the past. And by the way - my Dad reports that over 1300 visitors signed the logbook for this summer! That's incredible! Means we may be there for many more years to come! -Marjo Vinther Burt (77) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar Leeming (79) Re: Sweatshirts To: Norma Culverhouse King (49) I'm waiting for my shirt as well. Last Monday, I spoke to Jana Sheehan with Canyon Ridge Designs. She said she has completed the shirt orders and has passed them on. She also said that there were several people in charge of ordering them, one of them was "Kathy Hoff Conrad". I'm not sure who the others were. Anyway, who's ever in charge of sending them out is probably trying to find time in their busy schedules to get them out, hopefully, it will be soon, it's getting gray and cool here in the Puget Sound Area. Re: Music Does anyone remember learning to play the "Recorder" (looks like a white plastic flute) I think in forth grade? I think that's one instrument every student learned to play, whether they wanted to or not. I enjoyed it, I hope they still teach it, I'd like my son to have the opportunity to learn to play it. To: Candy Campbell (78WB) Welcome to the Sandstorm, I don't remember you, but I hope you can find some old friends, do you remember my brother "Gordy Edgar", he graduated in your class and we both attended Chief Joseph Jr. High as well. Bomber Cheers! -Kim Edgar (79) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/8/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers and one Bomber Mom today. Ralph Myrick (51), Vera Rodda (52WB), Mike Clowes (54), Tom Tracy (55), Marlene Maness (57), Kay Conrad (60), Peg Sheeran (63), Dave Miller (67), Pam Ehinger (67), Peggy Roesch (71), Wanda Janos (Bomber Mom) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) To: Ed Borasky (59) and Burt Pierard (59) I knew the Fisson Chip place was there somewhere. My memory of it was when my dad and I went to eat there. I had no idea what fish 'n chips were the first time we went. As a matter of fact, it is probably the first time I had tasted fish. We were frequent customers after that. I don't have any pictures of it. I will ask around and if someone has, I will send it to Maren. -Ralph Myrick (51) ******************************************** >>From: Vera Rodda Simonton (52WB) Re: Priest Lake Just read my friend Kay Mitchell Coates' (52) memories of Priest Lake. Her family was always so kind to include me and what fun we had! The best thing of all is our friendship that has endured for 54 years. From my first day at Mrs. Brown's 7th grade class at Sacajawea, in a Quonset Hut, to now. We have shared so many experiences personally and with our families. Richland friends do last!! -Vera Rodda Simonton (52WB) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Kay Kyser Harry Babbitt was Kay's "boy singer", the girl was Ginny Sims. Golly, someone actually remembered some of the nonsense words to "Three Little Fishes". Deedee Willox Loiseau (64), wins the grand prize. Haven't figured out what it is yet. Maybe free tickets to see Kay Kyser and his "Kollege of Musical Knowledge", the K-K-K-Kenny from Kortens' show, or a nice bowl of Cream of Mushroom Cloud soup at Denny's. Bombers Rule -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Tom Tracy (55) Nice to hear from you Emily. My name is Tom Tracy... I was in the first class at Chief Joseph as a 9th Grader... It was a wonderful new building in 1951. Mr. Chisholm (who later became Superintendent of Schools in Richland) was a fine gentleman. Very tall and dignified. Our basketball coach was Mr. Piippo. I loved playing on the Chief Joseph Warriors basketball team and then on the Bombers team later until graduation in 1955. I remember how honored I was to be selected as the first Student Body President of Chief Joseph Jr. High. I was so lucky to be going to school with so many wonderful students and great teachers. Also, I remember when we selected the colors for the school teams... We at first thought that Green and White were good ones... then even Black and White.... but finally settled on Blue and Gold... with a "C" blended on top of the "J"... I am glad the school has re-opened... a few years ago, I recall it was boarded shut when I visited. You are so fortunate to be in the Richland Schools!... They are among the finest in the land... RHS is my favorite high school in America... I've seen lots of them. I attended the University of Washington and finished my Master's degree in Boston University. I taught school in Boise Idaho for several years. then became a principal, taught in college in Boston for two years and coached college basketball... I give credit for any successes I have had to the wonderful teachers and schools in your hometown...! I now own two aircraft / aerospace development, manufacturing companies. We design, manufacture and sell to Boeing, Airbus and lots of customers who own corporate jet airplanes as well as airlines. One of our best new customers is the President of The United States airplanes. They are located at Andrews Air Force Base near Washington D.C. I have only been on one of the smaller planes... but they are the best planes in the world... and very well cared for. I have 3 grown sons, 4 grand daughters in college, one grand daughter in the 4th grade a grand son in Middle School in Texas and one grandson in college. My wife is from Colfax, Washington... the home of our famous coach Art Dawald (think the gym at Richland is named after him...he was a wonderful coach and a good friend)... he helped me get all my college expenses paid for at the Univ. of Wash... because he was such a good basketball coach... I owe him a lot. When you grow up... since you've been a student at Chief Joseph... I'm sure you will be something famous like perhaps the first lady President of the U.S. or perhaps a senator or congresswoman. Maybe an astronaut... or a pilot... or the hardest job of all... a Mother or a Teacher...( our most important jobs in America). You will be traveling all over the world... and carrying the wonderful tradition of Chief Joseph and Richland Washington with you.... Best wishes for a wonderful year at Chief Joseph... and thank you for writing to all of us. Hope you find good coaches and teachers as you complete your school work... Study hard. Be kind to everyone you meet... and remember you are already an "adopted" Bomber... and classmate... so be the best you can be!!!... Thank you for writing to all of us...and best wishes... Your friend and Bomber classmate, -Tom Tracy (55) ******************************************** >>From: Marlene Maness Mulch (57) RE: Homemade Music To: Carol Bishop Horne (57) Hi Carol, It was kind of you to remember my accordion playing. Larry Murphy (54) was my neighbor and teacher. Music played a large part in many of our lives while we were growing up. I imagine that is rarely the case these days. We spent many an hour after the supper dishes were done playing instruments and singing old Hank Williams songs. (My accordion has absorbed a lot of campfire smoke.) My mom (Wanda Maness, aka "Peanuts") loves music and is in fact traveling the country now, playing the stand- up bass in a bluegrass band! As for the accordion, maybe you've heard the old saying, - "A Gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn't". -Marlene Maness Mulch (57) ******************************************** >>From: Kay Conrad Johnson (60) To: Frank Whiteside (63) I remember Mr. Harvey as one of my favorite teachers. He was my 6th grade teacher at Jason Lee. We really liked getting him to tell us war stories --- we could almost always get him side tracked into one. One of my friends and I were patrol girls and we came back to class with Tangee lipstick on. It would get darker pink the more you put on.... Anyway, He had us in the back of the room scrubbing it off with comet!! Our lips were redder than when we started. The friend, Ann Wager, had moved back to Florida after 9th grade; came back to celebrate our 18th birthdays together and we went to Chief Jo to see him. We had a very pleasant time. -Kay Conrad Johnson (60) ******************************************** >>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) To: Gail Setbacken Carter (66) Dorothy Ingram was our neighbor, directly behind us in an A house. (We lived on Long). I don't think she graduated, but I thought she was my age (class of '63). I know she had to have many surgeries from her burn, and had to miss much school because of it, but I never found what happened to her either. Let me know if you find out. -Peg Sheeran Finch (63) ******************************************** >>From: Dave Miller (67) To: Emajean Stone (63) Hello to Emajean Nice to see you at Larry Coryell's (61) jazz gig in the park. I have heard that Lou's donuts (which rated #3 in recent SJ Mercury poll) are made with potato flour but i have not had the time to go check it out. To: Bill Wingfield (67) Wish you could join Rick Maddy (67) and I on Maui next weekend, we will send a picture hopefully of the two of us doing nothing at all but checking out how the problem of string bikinis and sand are causing major problems in the reproduction of sand crabs. Re: About Mr. Harvey Didn't his son also die in the fire? We had a science club and used to put on magic shows. I always liked Mr. Harvey and his family and I can't remember the son's name. My parents told me about the Harvey's getting killed in the fire at Wallowa and I couldn't believe it. I went to Camp Wallowa twice with the Boy scouts and once with the Dosset family. Sam and I were good friends and did a bit of hunting mainly after jack rabbits and once in a while with his Dad after ducks. To: Rick Maddy (67) See you next week. -Dave Miller (67) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) To: Brad Wear (71) Brad, $850/player?????EEEEEGAAAADDDSSSS!! I'm sure glad my son didn't go to your school, as he would have never played any sports! As it was he played Soccer, Football, and Baseball. He was MVP in Football in his 9th grade and his Senior year. I'm very proud of him. But we were lucky there were no fees then to play spots in his school, Okanogan High School. I feel for the parents that have good sports players and who could make the Varsity Team, but can't afford it. Bomber's Rule -Pam Ehinger (67) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Roesch Wallan (71) RE: The Recorder To: Kim Edgar Leeming (79) Yes, we music teachers do teach the recorder (name comes from the Italian "ricordi"). Most schools teach just the soprano size (and, thankfully, the quality of the plastic recorders has improved greatly over the years, a boon when you have to disinfect 30 of them in 5 minutes for the next class to use). I start my 3rd graders on the sopranos, add the tenor (two sizes larger, but uses same fingering) in the 4th grade. In my 5th grade classes, we graduate on to the sopranino (a couple inches shorter), the garklein (about 6" long), and the bigger ones, the alto, and the bass (about 3' long with a diameter of about 2". (I tell my kids that when I win the lottery I'll buy myself a contra bass and a great contra bass (each costs about $2500-$4000 for the ones I want). We do consort (part) music of the renaissance mostly, folk music, and some modern composed student pieces, along with some percussion accompaniment. Unfortunately, my school district continues spreading me thinner and thinner and thinner (although I'm not getting any thinner, ha ha) and I'm able to do less and less with the classes. But I'm trying to plug away with it all because I'm convinced of the value of it. I could go on at great length but I'll save that for my sermon before the school board. (Actually --- my musical experience in Richland elementary schools (Spalding and Jason Lee) consisted of marching into the music room, sitting in a chair, singing songs from a book, and then marching out --no musical instruments -- unless one joined orchestra, which I did, playing the flute. There was no attraction for me at the time. But later in life I discovered the joy of music, and here I am now, 800+ students and having a ball. Except with school administrators. That's another story.) Viva la musica, -Peggy Roesch Wallan (71) ******************************************** >>From: Wanda Janos (Bomber Mom) To: Maren or Gary... There have been many Kay Kayser memories. Now the rest of the story..... Many of us still enjoy hearing his addition to our town..... The last concert here he DONATED his BABY GRAND PIANO to us. When we see the symphony etc. in Richland we are enjoying a bit of Kay Kayser. Tony Padilla (a grad) will be joining the orchestra concert October 14 playing Beethoven again. Come join us... -Wanda Janos (Bomber Mom) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/9/00 Dateline: Butte, MT 5:40am MDT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 Bombers and 1 funeral notice today. Norma Culverhouse (49), Barbara Seslar (60), Helen Cross (62), Sherri Ward (63), Gail Setbacken (66), Pam Ehinger (67), Brad Wear (71), Jenny Smart (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49) To: Richard (49) Thanks. But things have changed (or should I say shifted). The T-shirts are for my boys who couldn't make it to the R2K reunion. Now they are the ones looking good in a T-shirt. Not to leave my daughter out but she bought her own since she was able to attend the reunion. To: John Adkins (62 Thank you for the quick response. I am in no hurry. Just didn't want my order to get lost. -Norma Culverhouse King (49) ******************************************** >>From: Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) To: Kay Conrad Johnson (60) I tried to send you an email to the address listed in September 8 Bomber newsletter and got an error message. I was wondering if you attended the 1960 Reunion this summer? If you did, I missed you. Are you still in Richland? I had a good visit with Phyllis Monk Brooks. -Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) To: Kay Conrad Johnson (60) I remember a similar incident when I was in 6th grade at Spalding. Mr. Clair Karlson was our teacher. We were in a little talent show and felt so smug going back to class wearing lipstick!! Mr. Karlson didn't make us use comet, but he made us scrub it all off. And we thought we had pulled a fast one on him. One of the bitter sweet memories of childhood in our beloved Bomber land. One of my cohorts in the crime of trying to pull a fast one and bend the school rules a little, was Carol Rice. She and I have remained friends over the years, and finally made it to Holland together in l999. Then she and her husband, Gary brought the tulips she and I had bought over there to my house this fall so I could plant my share of the bulbs. We always laugh and enjoy being together now, as we did then, back in the good old days of our youth in Bomber land. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ******************************************** >>From: Sherri Ward Johnson (63) RE: Priest Lake All you Priest Lake alums Does anyone know where Susan Brands (63 WB) is? I was lucky enough to go to Priest Lake with her family for a delightful weekend once and thought it was wonderful. I'd love to hear from her but haven't heard since college. -Sherri Ward Johnson (63) ******************************************** >>From: Gail Setbacken Carter (66) To: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) Your brother, Mike, was in my class. I still can see my sister and I cutting through your back yard on the way to school. You had huge Mulberry trees. We tried not to step on the berries, can't have purple on our white tennis shoes! Did you have a girlfriend that lived towards Thayer? I miss the alley we had behind our house. We used to ride our bikes for hours back there. Do you recall some old cars back there? That is where I had my first pretend driving lessons. I hope I can find Dorothy. I called the church that they used to attend, maybe they will have something. Did you ever play in circle on McPherson? All those games of "Hide and Seek" and "Red Rover, Red Rover" I can still hear us screaming out there. I like to know how many kids lived on our block. There was quite a few. I don't see children playing like that any more. I hope some where they are. -Gail Setbacken Carter (66) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) Dear Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54); I still sing The Three Little Fishes song and I drive the gals at work nuts when I do as then they have it stuck in there minds and hum along!! Did Kay Kyser do the song Mares eat oats, Goats eat oats and little lambs eat ivy? Or do you remember that one? It's right up there with the Fish song! Bombers Rule -Pam Ehinger (67) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Wear (71) To: Pam Ehinger (67) Pam, We are not UIL sanctioned so we have to pay for every associated cost that goes along with the sport. Last year the High School Hockey League (Dallas Stars) bought our ice time, one hour per week, and eleven of the eighteen practices were at 4:45am. That was hard on everyone in the league. This year it is "survival of the quickest" in that each team is responsible for their own ice time. Ice costs $250/hour, on average, we signed a long term contract with a local rink for 3 hours a week at $225/hour. There's the cost. Some teams have purchased only one hour a week, others have purchased five hours a week. We think $850/players is great. I've coached travel teams that the cost for the season was $3,500/ player. It's an expensive sport. When a player steps on the ice they usually have, depending on the quality of their skates, anywhere from $400-$800 worth of equipment on. Goalie's are upwards of $2,000. There are 26 varsity, and 24 JV teams in our local league, with similar sized leagues in Austin, and Houston. At each game there is approximately $22,000 worth of equipment on the ice at one time. It would be nice if the school district paid for the associated expenses, but the teams are not sure they want to give up their control of the league. Several local private schools paid for uniforms and league fees last year. I'm sorry to say they were held in contempt by the other teams, as all the other players had paid their own way for equipment, and fees. -Brad Wear (71) ******************************************** >>From: Jenny Smart Page (87) RE: Mr. Harvey Does anyone know if this Mr. Harvey that you're all talking about is any relation to the Mrs. Harvey that taught at Jason Lee in the early/mid-70s? She taught 1st grade while I was there. And if so, anyone know where she is now? Just curious. -Jenny Smart Page (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** Funeral notice scanned from September 8 TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ~ Terrence Grob ~ Class of 1976 ~ *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/10/00 Dateline: Chelan, WASHINGTON!!!! 12:20am PDT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 Bombers sent stuff: Gus Keeney (57), Myrna Branum (57), Cheryl Rew (62), Patti Keeney (63), Vernita Edwards (65), Bill Wingfield (67), Betti Avant (69), Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Gus Keeney (57) RE: R2K shirts Maren, Could you please forward this to the "Appropriate People"? To: The R2K Shirt committee I was wondering when I will receive the shirt & sweatshirt I ordered from the re-union. All the 3XL shirts were gone when I went to pick up my pre ordered stuff. I was told to go over to the Shirt ordering table and re-order them which I did. Thanks, -Gus Keeney (57) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Gus -- Since I'm not sure WHO to send this to, maybe somebody in the Sandstorm will know. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Myrna Branum Willard (57) To: Pam Ehinger (67) I always sang "mares eat oats and does (female deer) eat oats and little lambs eat ivy"... I'm sure there are many ways to sing these songs - the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivvy. Right? I don't remember if I've ever seen the words in print. My mom used to have tons of sheet music stashed in our piano bench. So much fun. I was singing one of these nonsense songs once in college that I had learned in kindergarten and it finally became clear that I had learned the words as a five year old "a sall" (whatever that was). Actually the words were "us all". It was When Papa Put the Paper on the Wall. Bet you've never heard of that one. -Myrna Branum Willard (57) ******************************************** >>From: Cheryl Rew Gale (62) Re: Mrs. Harvey To: Jenny Smart Page (87) Yes, the Mrs. Harvey who taught first grade in Jason Lee in the mid-seventies was indeed the wife of the Mr. Harvey who died in the fire. She was our son Rick's first grade teacher there from 1974-75. She taught a few more years and then retired. When I tried to get in touch with her a few years later, she had an unlisted number. I am not sure if she is still in this area or not. I do not know if she had a son that died in that fire. I've never heard that. -Cheryl Rew Gale (62) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Keeney (63) Re: Honoring parents.. Today is the 67th wedding anniversary of our parents, Gladys and Raymond. Remarkable! They both have Alzheimer's - ages 88 and 92 respectively, but still know one another and are living contentedly in a care home here in Forest Grove, OR. Our family will be together (with exception of Missy (59) who is attending the Club40 Bomber reunion) to enjoy them and to appreciate our good fortune in having such sweet parents. -Patti Keeney (63) ******************************************** >>From: Vernita Edwards Loveridge (65) I have really enjoyed reading the Sandstorm...and bring it up almost every morning... some mornings I chuckle to myself, and some mornings I find myself wiping away tears as the memories bring back even more poignant memories on my part. My brother, Clif (68) was as excited about Sandstorm as I was when Susan Hurst (65) told me about it. To: Kenny Wright (63) I absolutely agree with you about how lucky our childhood was in Richland and have termed it a "government experiment" many times in explaining it to friends. My parents, and later Clif and myself, all realized how blessed we were to receive the education we did. Susan told me she went by our house on Hunt Street during the 65 reunion and that it looks almost the same. The last time I was there it looked just as I remembered, I had only to go in through the front door and upstairs to my bedroom. I was really tempted to knock on the door, and ask the owners if the silver dollar was still imbedded in the hearth on the family room. I remember my father and grandfather were so proud of building the family room, and that was how they memorialized it. I was sorry to read of the death of Mr. Meek.... we used to love taking the skiing trips to Spout Springs that left from BB&M on frosty mornings. Whenever I smell diesel fumes, the bus trips pop right into my mind. Again... how lucky we were... truly a Ozzie & Harriet experience! To: Marlene Maness Mulch (57WB) Our folks were best friends... your mom taught a lot of my friends how to dance... and I used to love to watch your mom and dad dance.... they were so smooth! Occasionally I got to "dance" with your dad, Duke, and how wonderful he was! Mom passed away the end of January this year... very quickly... as she would have wanted it. She was such a strong role model for me... I thank her for her inspiration. Without her example, I'm sure I would not have accomplished what I have. I can just see Wanda playing that bass and enjoying every minute of it! Please let me know what part of the country she's in as I would love to see her! Does she still paint? Two of my proudest possessions are paintings she did of old wagon wheels buried in the desert that she gave Dad for his birthday when I was 12. -Vernita Edwards Loveridge (65) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Wingfield (67) To: Dave Miller (67) & Rick Maddy (67) I am jealous of the 2 of you. I wish I could be there in Maui with you to study the Bikini problem and how it is affecting the reproduction capability of sand crabs. I know this is a problem that the 2 of you should be able to figure out. It is a great service to mankind the 2 of you are performing. :-) -Bill Wingfield (67) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) To: Jenny Smart Page (87) Yes, Jenny, Mrs. Harvey whom you had in first grade is Mr. Harvey's widow. When I was at Jason Lee she taught third grade, but when they had a need for first grade teachers she dropped to that level. They lived on Perkins (the 1400 block) and had a son who graduated in '67, a daughter who graduated in '68, and another son in '70. Both my younger brother Howard (72) and I (69) had her for third grade. Are you any relation to Mike Smart who graduated with me? RE: recorders When I was in the fourth grade at Jason Lee I too took recorder from Miss Just at the same time I was taking violin lessons. My recorder was not plastic, but as I remember it was made of wood. Unfortunately, I never played after that year. I did continue violin through the sixth grade however. I only wish I had done something more with my music. I did take piano in Jr. High and some in High school. I still love music, but basically just to listen to. I like to sing, but I have a lousy voice. Miss Just retired after I got out of grade school, but it was she who instilled the love of music in me. I was always in glee club and our school shows (at least in grade school) none after that. Oh, well, music is fun. -Betti Avant (69) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) Okay, all you old Jason Lee Alumni: Do you remember these teachers: Lily Peterson (principal - When they designed an elementary principal they used her for the mold!) Bill Hinchcliffe (principal - he played basketball with kids after school -traveled all over the court! What could you say, he was the principal!) Mrs. LeClair (8 ft. 4 in. Kindergarten teacher - scare the bejeezes out of me) Mrs. Bussell (reminded me of the wicked witch from Wizard of Oz), Mrs. Thomas (always stay with us in music, this lady could sing!!) Mrs. Meigs (sp) (took recess away from my whole class because I was bouncing the ball in line. I was everyone's favorite that day!) Mrs. Hoglen (one of my all-time favorites, always wanted to know what was going on in your lives.) Ms. Morn (the rose amongst the thorns, red hair about a mile high!) Mr. Ross (could snap his fingers and break the sound barrier! White long sleeve shirt and tie everyday!!!) Mrs. Hughes (had the great first name - Mavis!) Mr. Weston (a white Fat Albert) Mrs. Fulkerson (sp) (later a counselor, I think) Mr. Hall (wasn't afraid to be a kid ) Mr. Perryman (could knock a softball out of sight, a hack from him would knock your eyes out of socket!) Mr. Chambers (later Superintendent of Sunnyside S.D.) Mr. Davis (PE - as a kindergartner I always thought he was the guy on the Wheaties box) [BETCHA this would be Rex Davis - Class of '49 Bomber! -Maren] Mrs. Just (music - Pre-Wonder bra era!!!) Mrs. Hammack (music after Mrs. Just) Mr. Sherman (art) (A Wally Cox Double?) The cook with the "I Love Lucy" red hair! Who was the librarian? and.. Mrs. Horning, Mrs. Crass, Mrs. Hartman, Mrs. Boston, Mrs. Jessen, Mrs. Harvey, Mrs. Joice, Mrs. Montoya, Mrs. Underhill Did I leave any out, Lori? Didn't it seem like all those teachers were there for hundreds of years? All wonderful people! -Mike Davis (Jason Lee Class of '68) -- (74) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/11/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 18 Bombers sent stuff: Marilyn Richey (53), Mike Clowes (54), Bonnie Beardsley (56), Vera Smith (58), Irene Smith (59), Missy Keeney (59), Judy Willox (61), Frank Whiteside (63), Patty de la Bretonne (65), Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68), Betti Avant (69), Pam Pyle (69), Marti Jo Drewery (71), Sheila Davis (71), Debra Upington (82), Denise Nelson (84), Traci Dancer (86WB), Jenny Smart (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) I was at the Club40 reunion [Sept. 8, 9, 10, 2000] and met Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) - A very interesting guy. I don't remember him in the class of '54 and other people who met him said he wasn't in the annual. Then someone said he was in the class of '55 instead of '54. I was going to ask him but he got called away before I could as him. Please answer this, Bob aka Mike, please. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Pam Ehinger (67) It is highly possible that Kay Kyser did record "Mairy Doats" (to give it the correct spelling). It was one of those songs that bands of his kind did record. I thought I might have other information on it, but the memory banks drew a blank this time. I did, however find the correct spelling (?) for the words in the chorus of "Three Little Fishes". All I have to do now is convince the spell checker that these words really exist: "Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!" (repeated three times). A warning to you youngsters not to try this at home unless you are a licensed, professional. I would like to take this time to publicly thank the Club40 crew for a fine weekend. But a question on many minds was "Where's Tom Tracy ('55)? Thought he was going to be here?, etc., etc." Yeah, Tom! After all, it was your class's forty fifth. If Pete Hollick, Dave Forrest, Tom Graham, AND Roger E. Meyers, to say nothing of Ted Neth could get there? And I will not mention the disappointed ladies, as it would be unseemly. Onward Bombers! -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Bonnie Beardsley Sandahl (56) To: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) Your piano teacher, Carol Beardsley, really did know that you had "piano potential". She told the truth as she saw it. She cherished the time that she spent teaching piano lessons to her Richland students. Your lessons were learned on a baby grand piano that she had sent from the East Coast (Washington, D. C.), a piano that had "Stieff works in a Steinway model" as she described it. She had the piano tuned frequently so that her students would always hear the right sound when they touched the keys. (As for my own playing and my Dad's playing, it would not have mattered how often the piano was tuned. It mattered to her for the sake of her students, however.) She eventually became President of the Washington State Music Teachers Association and hosted many events and music teachers in Richland. Please keep tickling those ivories. It is both your special talent and a part of our Richland heritage. Our unique town allowed us to focus on memorable experiences like piano lessons and other after-school lessons like those taught at Rosie Stroup's dance studio. -Bonnie Beardsley Sandahl (56) ******************************************** >>From: Vera Smith Robbins (58) Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) was in charge of the R2K and she would know who to get the T shirts from. -Vera Smith Robbins (58) ******************************************** >>From: Irene Smith Goodnight (59) To: Betty Avant (69) I went to Jason Lee too, and remember Mr. Harvey, although I didn't have him for a teacher. I thought he was really neat on playground duty, even though he was a teacher, he was like one of us kids. Everyone respected him. I started violin with Miss Just, after begging my mom for two years to let me switch from piano to violin. She (Mom) wanted me to get enough piano under my belt first, and she was teaching me piano, which to this day I don't recommend a parent teaching their own child! But she was right, in my case, as I never lost my love for the violin, after WISHING for it so hard for SO long!!! Plus, I got enough piano expertise to be able to use it a lot in my career of performing and teaching violin today. After Miss Just, I had Mr. Rickey, then Mrs. Coehlo, and at EWSC, Mr. Mutchnik. I thank them all for instilling my lifetime love for the violin, and for INSISTING that I use good form! I think of one or the other of them all the time when I am teaching, and try to be as demanding of my students as they were of me. There is no other way in learning an instrument, you have to get it right! Also, Mr. Pappas, though not a string teacher, was excellent and contributed a lot to my music training. Especially the class we did in opera ~ "La Boheme" ~ I will never forget it, and my appreciation of opera today definitely came from that senior year in orchestra. You can pick up the violin anytime - I have students of all ages, and there's nothing greater than to wake up to the joy of music as an adult when you've "always wanted to do it." I admire my senior students very much, and feel their choice to learn to play in their later years will contribute to their continuing sharpness of mind as the years roll by ... To: Mike Davis (74) One day Mrs. Lily Peterson, The Principal, walked by me in the library and looked over my shoulder to say, "You have such pretty handwriting." As of that moment, it got even better! -Irene Smith Goodnight (59) ******************************************** >>From: Missy Keeney Baker (59) Re: Mares eat oats To: Pam Ehinger (67) "A kid'll eat ivy too, wouldn't you?" How much space in the human brain is occupied by stupid lyrics? -Missy Keeney Baker (59) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Re: R2K Shirts To: Gus Keeney (57) Gus, and All others looking for shirts, It is my understanding from talking to John Adkins (62) yesterday when I picked up my picture, that Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) now has the shirts on hand and they should be going out pretty soon here. I believe that she is the one that you would want to contact about this matter. I feel certain that she could answer your questions as to when you can expect them. Also, John and Burt [Pierard-59] were very busy stuffing manilla envelopes yesterday with those beautiful R2K pictures that we ordered back when, so all of you looking for those will be seeing them real soon now. All of you that didn't order one; boy, do I feel sorry for you!!!! *G*!!!! They are really beautiful!!!! Ya might want to check with John Adkins and see if you might snag an extra one if there are any left. I think he said that there were a few. They are well worth the price!! To: All Bomber Alumni Please join me in welcoming home to Chelan our beloved Queen of the Sandstorm, Maren, and wish her the best of luck in her new dwellings. (That really are actually old dwellings! *G*) I, for one, am glad to see that she has made it back home safe and sound!!! Welcome home to Washington, Maren!!!! And God bless ya for never even missing one issue of our eagerly awaited paper every morning through all of the trials of a move on your part!!! You truly are a blessing to us all!!! Bomber Cheers to All, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ******************************************** >>From: Frank Whiteside (63) Re: Mr. Harvey's family I wanted to let those who responded to my original article about Mr. Harvey know that his son, Alan, and daughter, Judy, live in the Seattle area, and his wife (who taught many of you) and other son, Bryan, live in the Black Hills area of South Dakota. I'm not sure who the other young man who passed away was, but it was apparently not one of his sons as someone had stated in a recent article. Re: da peas/State basketball tournament On another subject, did anyone relate any stories about "Da Peas" (as Mike Ditka would say) or the State Basketball Tournament? I remember working during the summer in the Walla Walla pea canneries -- the routine was work 12 hours, beer, sleep, then back to work with an occasional payday which meant more beer! The State Basketball Tournament was always a blast, but for some obvious reason I don't remember much about it except that when we left the better hotels (after running out of money) we ended up in a classy joint called the Hampstead Arms for a couple of dollars a day. I think we even made it to the tournament a time or two. Someone may have mentioned these things before I signed on in May. Does anyone out there actually remember anything about these things? Are the Peas and the tournament still a big RHS tradition? By the way, did girls work in the peas, too, or was it just a guy thing? -Frank Whiteside (63) ******************************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) To: Mike Davis (74) Ok, then there was Miss Whitehead, a sweet lady, Mrs. Laney, Miss Gravelle, Miss Schotz, Miss Feckenstein my beloved kindergarten teacher for half the year, Mrs. Russell for the 2nd half, Mrs. Truman 1st grade, Miss Meade we called her Miss Meatball behind her back but she went to my church so I had to be careful, and last but not least, Mrs. Brown! Yes, I'm sure Mr. Davis was Rex, the trampoline champ! And you're right about the principal. thanks for the memories. -Patty de la Bretonne (65) ******************************************** >>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) Re: Lewis & Clark teachers Okay, Mike Davis (74) listed the Jason Lee teachers, so my turn for Lewis & Clark. Come on and chime in, all you other Lewis & Clarkers --- I'm only going to list the ones I had. Kindergarten: Miss Hosack (Nice teacher, but my Mom still had to stay with me the first two weeks of school, I was so scared to be left there alone. I totally freaked out on the day Mom finally left me -- did something unbelievable for me... kicked poor Miss Hosack in the stomach when she was trying to take me out of Mom's arms. Took me years to believe she forgave me for that.) 1st Grade: Mrs. Rada Lund, about whom we've already had extensive discussion, since her photo was in the paper several months ago. (Maren, do you still have the website link for that photo??) [Lynn-Marie, Sorry. Can't locate it :-( ] 2nd Grade: Mrs. Carey -- young and perky with shiny, short dark hair. 3rd Grade: Mrs. Klauser -- wore her hair long, and rolled up on the sides in the style of the WWII. Always wore flowery dresses with full skirts, and lots of costume jewelry and perfume. We thought she was SO glamorous! 4th Grade: Mrs. Roppe -- man did this lady scare me to death. She was not exactly what you would call "warm". (This is the year that we were all divided into separate reading groups. Each 4th grade teacher took either the high, medium, or low readers. I was in Mrs. Fievez (Fee- Vay) group.) 5th Grade: Mrs. Puderbaugh -- my older sister had her, and they didn't get along well at all. The first day of school, Mrs. Puderbaugh asked me if I was Sally Hatcher's little sister. I said yes. That was a mistake. I was intimidated by her all year long. But I sure memorized a lot of poetry in that class --- and boy, could she ever read a story out loud and make it come to life. 6th Grade: Mr. Neidhold -- later to be the driver's ed teacher for both my sons. He was so cool. Just a great, caring teacher. PE -- Rex Davis (49). He brought a TV to school for the world series when I was in 6th grade (all day games in 1961, as I recall), and ran a long, long, long extension cord down the 6th grade hallway and out the door. We were theoretically playing kickball or something, but most of us hung around watching the world series with him for that hour of PE. That was my first exposure to pro baseball --- and my love for the sport has grown ever since. Library -- Mrs. Hogan. She was very gentle and sweet. I can remember the EXACT layout of the Lewis & Clark library. I remember when she turned me on to biographies. And I always thought it was just way beyond cool how she could read books UPSIDE DOWN. (Of course, at the time it never occurred to me that she had read "Blueberries for Sal" probably 4,000 times by then, and had the whole book memorized.) I am still a voracious reader --- she probably had something to do with that. Art -- Mrs. Balesteri. Tiny, wizened woman who scared EVERYTHING out of me. I thought she looked like a witch. I am not artistic. She liked artistic kids. We didn't get much praise for doing our best --- only for producing "quality" art (of which I was incapable.) I think she should have been teaching at a higher level than grade school. Music -- Mrs. Teats. She taught us the Washington State Song -- "Washington My Home". I ran into her a year ago in the grocery store, and told her I still remembered the words. We had a little duet, singing it together right there is Food Pavilion. She also let us all take turns with the instruments, and even check them out overnight or for the weekend. I STILL want to buy an autoharp!!!!! Okay, your turn! -Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) Re: Jason Lee teachers Hello to Mike Davis (74), You don't know me but I bet you remember my brother Howard (72)?! Quite a few of the teachers at Jason Lee you mentioned were there when I was (I graduated in 69). Back in the early 80s I had returned to Richland after my discharge from the Army. I was working for Drs. Pettee and Field at Tri-City Orthopedic and Fracture. I was at the front desk asking the receptionist something when Mr. & Mrs. Ross were there. It was strange as I had Mr. Ross in the 5th grade (61-62) and like I said this was the early 80s. Mrs. Ross looked at my name tag and said, "You went to Jason Lee and have a twin brother don't you?" What I thought was even stranger was I had had him not my brother and she was not even a teacher there. Talk about a small world. I had some great teachers growing up; Mrs. LeClair, Mrs. Hartman, Mrs. Harvey, Mrs. Duncan, Mr. Ross, and Mr. Gunvaldson. Not to mention Mrs. Peterson as Principal, Miss Just for music, and Mr. Rex Davis (49) for PE. He left for W.S.U. after I got out of grade school where he taught P.E. and coached gymnastics. I always loved his class. Well, here's to Jason Lee teachers. -Betti Avant (69) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) RE: RECORDERS Someone mentioned the recorder the other day, describing it as a white plastic instrument. Betty Avant's (69) description of a wooden recorder solidifies my notion (again, from the cobwebs of my mind) that the white plastic instrument about which the first entry mused was a "flutophone," and NOT a recorder. I, too, had one of the aforementioned heavy white plastic things (with dark red trim, as I recall). Purchased it in Richland someplace uptown, but cannot recall where. (How many places could one really purchase a musical instrument in Richland, anyway?!) My music teacher at Lewis & Clark, whose face I can still see but whose name has escaped me for the moment, got a bunch of us kids interested in a flutophone chorus. If it ever materialized, I don't recall it. Which says something about my attention span in those days. (Teats - that was her name. Mrs. Teats. Nice lady. Tons of enthusiasm and wonderful sense of humor. Good thing, too. You can just imagine what the elementary grade MALES did with that last name!) Anyway, the instrument was something of a cross between a flute and a saxophone; hence, the name "flutophone." It LOOKED and sounded like a short clarinet. This and other recent entries brings back other memories of the MANY opportunities we all had for music and art education in Richland. I "studied" piano for several years, as did my sister before me, at the insistence of our parents. Neither of us plays today-- not really, anyway -- although the piano is still a favorite instrument; and, fortunately, the baby grand in my living room DOES get played by my son, Chris, whose interest continued even BEYOND those awful lessons and practice sessions of elementary years. I WANTED to "study" and play the cello, but my mother felt that was pure folly, given my obvious lacking in commitment to the piano. The IMPORTANT thing about the music education we were offered, I think, is that we had the OPPORTUNITIES. During elementary school, I had my hands on percussion instruments, the piano, a zither (anybody remember those?), the autoharp, the aforementioned flutophone, and some hand bells. We sang and listened to, and performed (ugh!) show music, folk music, classical music, and what was then popular, as well. We learned square and folk dances from the Virginia Reel to the Horah to the Minuet. And in high school -- oh, that God awful freshman P.E. year(!) -- we learned ballroom dancing -- or were made to try, anyway. I think it no coincidence, then, that, with VERY few exceptions, I appreciate and thoroughly enjoy music, dance, and theater arts of almost all kinds. All of that is absent from the basic public educational environment today. It went the way of common courtesy, rules of civility, and Ozzie & Harriet. Sad. -Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) ******************************************** >>From: Marti Jo Drewrey Shipman (71) It was great strolling down Memory Lane with Mike Davis and his entry about the Teachers from Jason Lee. We would like to add one more to the "Wall of Honor" Miss Colvin (aka one of the Best "Kick Soccer" Teacher/Player Jason Lee has had) David Moss, Brain Coyne and Orin Gunter can also attest that she was remarkable at reading lips of those in the back of her rooms. -Marti Jo Drewrey Shipman (71) Jason Lee Class of '65 - Richland Bomber Class of '71 ******************************************** >>From: Sheila Davis Galloway (71) To: Mike Davis (74) Miss Dewer (sp)..... great teacher. Right Brad and Stu?.... took us to the Desert Inn for hot fudge sundaes. Miss Colvin.... saw her this last summer at Claudia Ferguson's retirement. Looks the same to me. Mr. Gunvalson (sp)... I remember the fear that you would feel in meeting Mr. Gunvalson, Mr. Weston and Mr. Hall coming down the hall at the same time. There was no way to get around them, and unlike today a kid didn't just jump through a door if he wasn't supposed to be there. Working at Jason Lee for the last ten years has brought back many memories. Sometimes I will be standing in a certain area and remember something from the past. It looks like in the near future that Jason Lee will be taken down and a new school built in the back of the playground. It's kinda sad, but the school is getting old. Maybe I'll buy a brick!!!! -Sheila Davis Galloway (71) ******************************************** >>From: Deb Upington Fritts (82) Re: Jason Lee Alumni To: Mike Davis (74) Mike I remember many of the Jason Lee staff - Mr. Hinchliff, Miss Morn - I was heartbroken when she died quite a while back - that was the first time I'd lost a teacher and she'd been my favorite... Mrs. Harvey, Mrs. Hammack, Mrs. Thompson for 3rd grade, Mrs. LeClair at Kindergarten - I hear she and my mom got into it once because she thought I was "too short" to go on to 1st grade... Ms. Harvey stepped in, and on I went... I had Jim Castleberry ['58 Bomber] for 6th, he was later a coach at RHS - what a great teacher he was... and I do remember Mr. Sherman for art - anyone have any others??? -Deb Upington Fritts (82) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Denise Nelson Christensen (84) Date: Wed Sep 6 01:52:28 2000 Just saying "hi" to everyone. -Denise Nelson Christensen (84) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Traci Dancer (86WB) Date: Sun Sep 10 12:05:11 2000 Although I moved away in 84, I would have loved to graduate from RHS. Still looking for Chris Bender, Shelley See, Stormi Koerner, Vickie Briones, and all those that I attended school with. -Traci Dancer (86WB) ******************************************** >>From: Jenny Smart Page (87) Re: The Smart Clan To: Betti Avant (69) You're not the first to ask if I'm related to Mike Smart, or Dan Smart, or a few others of the Smart clan. I am not related to Mike or Dan. Our branch of the Smart family tree originates in Toledo, OH. Apparently, my older brothers were not quite as popular as these other Smart fellows, as I've yet to have anyone make the connection to Jes (82) or Hank (84). Or maybe its just that we were 80's era Bombers, transplants to Washington State in the early 70s. Thanks for asking, though. -Jenny Smart Page (87) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/12/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 13 Bombers sent stuff: Evelyn Kingsley (49), Richard Roberts (49), Gloria Adams (54) Mike Clowes (54), Gary Behymer (64), Linda Reining (64) Patty de la Bretonne (65), Pam Ehinger (67), Rick Maddy (67) Betti Avant (69), Joan Stevensen (69WB), Kim Edgar (79) Wig Davis (82) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Evelyn Kingsley Spradlin (49) Re: Mairzy Doats These are all the words I could find, I thought there were more. This seems to be the spelling I remember for the words. ARTIST: Merry Macs TITLE: Mairzy Doats [Words and music by Milton Drake, AI Hoffman and Jerry Livingston] I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon Some call it pretty, others call it crazy But they all sing this tune {Refrain} Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddledy divey doo, wooden shoe {Refrain} If the words sound queer and funny to your ear A little bit jumbled and jivey Sing, "Mares eat oats and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy" Oh! {Refrain} A kid'll eat ivy too, wouldn't you -Evelyn Kingsley Spradlin (49) ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Mairzy doats and doezy doats And little lambzdivey A kiddle eatdivey too Wouldn't you? Frogzy bugs and birdzy bugs And little dogzy liver A kiddlealiver too Wouldn't you? If the words sound queer And funny to your ear A little bit jumbled and jivey Sing mares eat oats And does eat oats And little kids eat ivey. Etc. -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Gloria "Skippy" Adams Fulcher (54) To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Thank you for helping me "find you", Bob, and I apologize for doubting you and asking so many questions. I did indeed find you in the 1952 annual with the Thespians. You were so quiet in school and I was such a busy, crazy, fun loving person I didn't hear you. I hear you now and look forward to seeing you next year. Sincerely, -Gloria "Skippy" Adams Fulcher (54) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Marilyn Richey (53) For what ever reason, and I really don't know all of them myself, so I use the excuse of being camera shy, no I did not get my pictures in either the '53 or '54 Columbians. There are, however, several pictures of me in the '52 edition. Even one with my name on it. And contrary to popular opinion I did in fact graduate with the class of '54, still have the diploma to prove it. The connection may be in that I did "date a girl or two from the class of '55. I, too, would have liked to talk to you more, but the line for your "audience" was long, and deservedly so. On old songs: Even with "spel czeching", I see I misspelt the name of that silly song. It is "Mairzy Doats" as in: "Mairzy doats and dozedoats "And liddle lambs eadivy "A kiddle eadivy too, woodenchu?" As I stated previously, Kay Kyser may have recorded the song, but I remember as being done by one of the lesser singing groups of the era. I wish I could pin point it more accurately than that. For Maren: Heard you were moving, didn't know when, and glad to hear that you made it without loosing a beat. Now, all you have to do is suffer through the cultural shock of leaving the midwest and living in a place where there are trees, hills, mountains and water. [It's like ridin' a bike!! -Maren] Onward Bombers, -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55) Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. Known as Maresy Doats was recorded by the Andrew Sisters during WWII. Later it was done by Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters together on a recording. My chorus sang it on a 40's type show a few years ago and if I can find the music, I will tell you who the composer was ...... if anyone cares!! It came out about the time of Hut Sut Rall sittin on a Ritteral and a Brawla Brawla Suet. (that was hard to type) My brain if full of monumental trivia that means nothing to anyone. Up 'n Atom -Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining (64) Have been reading about the teachers from Jason Lee; here are some from Marcus Whitman: Mrs. Lane -- kindergarten; Mrs. Sterling -- 1st grade; Mrs. Lane -- 2nd grade (she "graduated" from kindergarten); Mrs. Mead -- 3rd grade (was afraid of her). Moved to Spalding for fourth through sixth grades: Mrs. Jones -- 4th grade; Mrs. Schwartz (sp) -- 5th grade; and Mr. Anderson -- 6th grade. -Linda Reining (64) ******************************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) To: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) My favorite thing in music class was always the autoharp too! I never got one, or I should say not yet! I took violin and was in the orchestra in the early grades--good old Miss Just! -Patty de la Bretonne (65) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) I know I messed up on "Mairys Doats" Its a Doe, not a goat!! Sorry the fingers hit wrong and I didn't catch it!! I know what ya mean about spell checker not wanting to let it go!! :o) To: Missy Keeney Baker (59) Hey what can I say!! I like silly songs!! Can't remember what happened a hour ago, but sure know those crazy songs my folks taught us when I was 6 or 7 years old!! Plus I can tell you all about what happen when I had my Tonsils out at the tender age of 2 years!! God does some weird stuff with our brains when we get to be....... Recycled Teenagers! See God does have a sense of humor!! Bombers Rule, -Pam Ehinger (67) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) Re: coaching After ten years of coaching seventh through ninth grade girl’s basketball and one year with seventh grade boys (82-92, 98), I would agree that parents are the main stressor. Yadda. I also knew that from day one. When I used to go to watch my daughter's fifth grade practices, I would get a little loud in the bleachers. Run and gun! Run and gun! One afternoon the coach walked over and asked what I was doing tomorrow at three o'clock. The next day was my first day of the next ten years of my life. A fanatic. Like all coaches, I have heard lots of parental yadda yadda yadda. I was expecting the yaddas. Mike Davis' advice is much better than my answer... 'Well, because she ain't any good, that's why. Has she ever considered not chewing gum?.' Actually, I never said such things, but boy did I ever want to. Coaches coach to win because players play to win. The only person in a gym that doesn't know exactly where they are in the pecking order is the parent. Their kid, sitting on the bench, knows. I would coach again tomorrow. As a parent of an athlete, don't think I never had my face in a coaches face. Can you imagine a friendly and fair high school coach telling you that the practices were now "closed gym?" Under my self imposed guidelines rule of the "This Isn't College And Just How Important Should High School Sports Be Taken" ( rule with these conditions, I came to the conclusion that nobody closes any door between my daughter and I. The coach made an error in my estimation. A parent was never not welcome at one of my practices. But, that is the point. Coaches make errors and we live with them. If and then construct. I heard this analogy long ago: The difference between dedication and commitment is like a ham and egg breakfast. The egg is dedicated, but the ham is committed. Something like that. After a good while of eating the parent's wishes, your commitment can falter; digressing into the abyss of dedication. But the touching of each others lives within the confines of the coach/player relationship is a reward beyond description. I am a better person for having the privilege of working as a coach with these young girls. And, of course, the reciprocated love of those athletes and the game of basketball never dies. But, really... do you think a "closed game day gym" would work? Just one little ole game without parents. That would be nice. Yadda Yadda Yadda (07) -- whoa! Gotta love that! Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) Re: one other Jason Lee teacher The only other teacher I had at Jason Lee I did not mention was my second grade one by the name of Miss Winkie? (sp). She only taught there that one year. I remember her as a rather tall, plain looking young woman. I don't know where she went after that. Also, there was an art teacher (who we also shared with Lewis and Clark like Mr. Davis) but I can not remember her name. She could be very difficult for us untalented artists. The young man killed in the fire at Camp Wallowa was Steve Willi (68) who was in his sophomore year with Mr. Harvey. He was a small, blonde young man. -Betti Avant (69) ******************************************** >>From: Joan Stevenson (69WB) I'm responding to the Harvey discussion and am not technically an RHS alumnus. I would have graduated in 1969 and I attended [Marcus] Whitman, Jefferson and eventually Chief Jo for half a year before my Dad left GE. However, I lost a friend Stephen C. Willi in a fire that killed at least one adult and it was boy scout related. We were already living in Maryland. Now that I live in Bellingham, WA I have gotten close to his parents and also occasionally see his sister Susan (1971) Willi Miller. When did Mr. Harvey get killed? I was about 14 when he died and Stephen would have been 15 so that is about 1966 or so? -Joan Stevenson (69WB) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar (79) Re: Jason Lee Teachers To: Mike Davis (74) I do remember Mrs. Underhill, I had her for 4th grade, here's a link to our class photo: You did forget to mention Mr. Castleberry (aka: RHS Coach Castleberry), I'm thinking he was my 5th grade teacher as well as the PE Coach (can't believe I'm mentioning this, but I used to have a crush on him (in 5th grade). Did anyone else have a crush on a teacher? Also, does anyone remember if there was there a Mrs. Bell who went on maternity leave? My dad was in the military, we always ended up back in Richland in between moves. I went to so many schools, I've forgotten which teachers were at which schools. The schools I attended in Richland were: Lewis & Clark, Jefferson, Jason Lee, Chief Joseph Jr. High and Richland High, not to mention the other six I attended in California, Alabama, Texas and Hawaii. -Kim Edgar (79) ******************************************** >>From: Wig Davis (82) To: Jenny Smart (87) I remember your brother, Jess. He was a fine addition to the class of 1982. Send him my greetings and wish him well. -Wig Davis (82) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/13/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 18+ Bombers sent stuff: R2K Picture Committee, Richard Roberts (49), Dave Brusie (51), Mary Winston (55) Betty McElhaney (57), Jim Russell (58), Irene Smith (59) Ann Bishop (60), Larry Mattingly (60), Irene de la Bretonne (61) Judy Willox (61), Mike Brady (61), Gary Behymer (64) Pam Ehinger (67), Anna Durbin (69), Greg Larson (69) Brad Upton (74), Debra Dawson (74WB), Shelley Williams (84) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: R2K Reunion Picture Committee Re: THE REUNION 2000 PICTURE VISION The Bomber Bowl picture had its beginnings with a vision of the end product. The original plan called for a pyrotechnic display of a mushroom cloud, which would be photographed and be used as the background for the Bombers in the "Bomber Bowl". Unfortunately, on the day of the pictures, there was just enough wind to cancel Larry Mattingly's mushroom cloud. We all remember Saturday night at the Hanford House and the fireworks over the Columbia River. We were fortunate enough to have about 10 or 12 digital images from that display. Sunday at the picnic, Burt Pierard, Jane Walker Hill, Kathy Lamb Brown, and John Adkins were discussing what could be done in the absence of the mushroom cloud. The idea of using the fireworks pictures as a background was suggested and we decided to give it a try. When the negatives from the Bomber Bowl picture became available from Ian McAdie of SUNLAND CAMERA, that negative and the fireworks images were delivered to MaryAnne Lauby, of Graphics and Document Services. MaryAnne, class of 73, composed two images for our approval. One using a mushroom cloud image she had in file and the picture Ian McAdie took (which is now on the Bomber Website, and on the Photo CD - as the first image, and called Vision). The second image is the composite of many fireworks images and the picture Ian McAdie took. These composite images were reviewed by Burt Pierard and myself, as the two members of the Picture Committee, several others members of the Reunion Committee and some Bombers outside the Reunion Committee. The selection of this composite image was absolutely unanimous. The Picture committee believes this image captures the uniqueness and magical wonder of the R2K weekend in a way words or photos cannot match. We truly appreciate the time and talent that MaryAnne lent to this project, we are grateful for the uncounted efforts provided by Ian McAdie - and we're pretty glad somebody showed up for the picture too. We are certain you will enjoy this image of "The R2K" Burt Pierard (59), John Adkins (62), Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) -R2K Reunion Picture Committee ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) To: Carol Hollingsworth Entriken (55) Well, we had about a half dozen different, yet somewhat alike versions of Mairzy doats lyrics. I think we should start a "Monumental Trivia That Means Nothing To Anyone Club"! We would have a lot of members, I betcha. -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Dave Brusie (51) To: Cliff St. John (57-58) Thank you for the nice comments. I am happy that I may have said or did something that made a young person have an extra spring in his step. I must say that I had a good group of not only athletes, but wonderful classmates that preceded me. They always had time for me. Thanks again. -Dave Brusie (51) ******************************************** >>From: Mary Winston Wymer (55) Re: Class of 1955 Reunion We had about a 10% turnout for our Class of '55 reunion at the Club40 weekend and for those of you who didn't attend, the consensus is - a good time was had by all. It seems we have reached the age where we have more in common than perhaps we did some 45 years ago - divorce, death of our family members, dealing with aged parents, disappointment with our children's choices in life, debilitating illnesses... interesting that each of the aforementioned begins with "d." We have all bounced back from our adversities, it seems, and continued to live our lives both productively and with equanimity - the stuff that Bombers are made of. For me personally, it was the opportunity to become reacquainted with fellow classmates and in our small gathering, have the opportunity to spend more time talking with fellow classmates than I did during the many years we spent together. I talked myself hoarse competing with the band music and came away wishing I'd brought a megaphone and invested in a hearing aid. We owe a debt of gratitude to our Richland classmates for making this a memorable weekend and for those who didn't attend, you really missed out on a unique experience. Keep that in mind for our 50th reunion! -Mary Winston Wymer (55) ******************************************** >>From: Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) Re: Mairzy Doats Thank you to all who mentioned Mairzy Doats, I haven't been able to get it out of my head. The lyics didn't sound right as I remembered them, so looked it up on several sights. Found the lyrics on one and this is the way it goes. Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you Oh mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you Now if the words sound queer and funny to your ear A little bit jumbled and jivey Sing, "Mares it oats and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy" Oh! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you Oh Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you The Merry Macs introduced it but the one who really made it a hit was Bing Crosby. Now maybe I can get it and Three Little Fishes out of my head. If any one is interested in the Kay Kyser sight it is Sorry but it was not written, recorded or performed at Denny's. Thank you everyone, Take care -Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Russell (58) To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) The question has arisen as to just who IS this Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes ('54)? I have a copy of the '55 yearbook, and this alum of renown is not listed in that yearbook either. Perhaps he is a Bulldog or Lion infiltrator! -Jim Russell (58) ******************************************** >>From: Irene Smith Goodnight (59) Re: Teachers Does anyone remember Mr. Volweiler? He taught Science at Chief Jo, le'see, around '53 or '54. He must not have been there very long. He was tall, dark, and handsome and I remember he showed us the Van de Graff machine. It was like magic, and spooky at the same time. Also he told us that if people didn't die from something else first, we'd all die of cancer eventually, as it was caused by cells getting old and going haywire. Something like that ... it made me lose my fear of cancer since it now seemed so natural. Somehow it didn't occur to me to dread getting old ... what 12 year old thinks of that? (Hey Maren, Smooth Move! Great job!) -Irene Smith Goodnight (59) ******************************************** >>From: Ann Bishop Myers (60) My mother, born in 1920, says the song was actually: Mares eat oats, does eat oats And little lambs eat ivy, A kid will eat ivy too, wouldn't you? It was as it was sung fast that the words took on a nonsensical sound. True or not? -Ann Bishop Myers (60) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) Regarding some comments about music teachers a while back.... From one who couldn't carry a tune in a wash tub, I am still grateful for the 6th grade music class at Lewis and Clark. Knowing something of the difference in quarter, half, and whole notes and other rudimentary music information has allowed me to at least have some appreciation for the various types of music. Additionally, I would be hard pressed to choreograph our fireworks to music without that nameless music teacher making me learn it. I am concerned that some of my grandchildren are not getting any music training in their elementary schools. There ought to be at least the basics. I attended the Club40 event in Richland this past weekend. I really enjoyed it. While the music Friday night was way too loud, the 20 piece "big band sound" Sat night made up for it. They were very good and you could still carry on a conversation. We sat with strangers and parted friends. As in any "reunion" activities it was fun to put a face to a name seen on the Alumni Sandstorm. Also present from the newly eligible class of 60 were, Patti Ahrens, Mike McKeown, Fred Philips, (and) Roxanne Knutson Short (62) as a guest of an older alumni. If you are from class of 60 or older you are missing a nice event. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ******************************************** >>From: Irene de la Bretonne Hays (61) I suspect that my sis Patty de la Bretonne doesn't know the connection between Lynn-Marie and me--nor does Lynn-Marie know Patty is my sister!!! Let me introduce you two: Lynn-Marie (I call you Morgan!), please meet my favorite (and only) sister Patty: Patty, this is my dear friend and favorite executive assistant at Battelle who worked with me just prior to my move to Battelle Seattle!!! And here I am in Colorado--so far from you both!!! -Irene de la Bretonne Hays (61) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) RE: Bunches of Bits To: Frank Whiteside (63) Re: Mr. Harvey I have been observing entries written about Mr. Harvey for some time now and have yet to respond to them even though I think I also knew him. I believe that he was a sixth grade teacher at Lewis and Clark the same year that I was in the sixth grade; but instead of Mr. Harvey, I had Mr. Bernard. That would have been the year of 1955. Mr. Bernard was many a gal's heartthrob back then, but Mr. Harvey always was a jovial person as I remember it. I don't remember where he went after that year, but Mr. Bernard moved on to Chief Joseph Jr. High and nearly broke all his female students hearts. You see, we were going on to Carmichael and he had the nerve to betray us and go to Chief Jo! Oh how upset we were!! *G*!! Anyway, Frank, can you verify for me if this is truly the same Mr. Harvey? If so, he sure did get around the Richland schools didn't he? Seems like an awful lot of kids had him from alot of different schools. Let me know, okay? To: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68) Re: Lewis and Clark Teachers, 1949 thru' 1956 Boy, Lynn, we must have run an awful lot of teachers off with all our nonsense back in the early fifties. You mentioned one and one only teacher that I had back then and that was Mrs. Roppe for fourth grade. I too did not think of her as real warm, but I don't remember being afraid of her; just intimidated. The year was 1953. Kindergarten, 1949: Mrs. White, assisted by Mrs. Pool: Do not remember Mrs. Pool that well, but Mrs. White was very old fashioned in her hair-do, clothes and wire rimmed glasses, but she was the sweetest most gentle person a little one could be lucky enough to start on a new adventure with called school. I cried so hard when Mama left me there and she let me sit on the piano bench with her while she taught for a whole week until I got integrated and I loved her dearly for it. 1st Grade, 1950: Mrs. Phillips, seemed so young after Mrs. White the year before. I remember her as short, but very sweet -- almost demure. I really liked her, but sure did hate the way Mama made me wear my hair that year!! Yech!!! 2nd Grade, 1951: Mrs. Pollard, also a teacher that I really liked. I always thought that she was so pretty. She was also a very nice person; at least I thought so anyway. 3rd Grade, 1952: Mrs. Lester, I remember as a tough task-master, but very jovial. She seemed to be able to laugh easy and would often get us to laughing too. I think that she was just trying to keep up her and our sense of humor because of the classroom we had. Yep, we had one of those old Quonset huts that year and it was hot in the summer and rather cold in the winter. But we made it through, laughter and all. She was also pretty creative as I remember it. We did alot of paper mache' and I loved it, even if it was messy!!! 4th Grade, 1953: Mrs. Roppe, well we already discussed her, didn't we? God love her anyway! 5th Grade, 1954: Mrs. Brinkman, probably if my sister had her later on after me, she would have gone through the same thing that you did with Mrs. Puderbaugh. Had the same problem with her that your sister had with Mrs. Puderbaugh. Did not get along with her at all; and, for that matter, neither did my Mother! If the truth were known, my Mom probably fought to keep Deedee (64) out of her reach! But then again, Deedee probably was having her own problems at the Catholic school at that time. (Right Deedee? *G*!!) Then too, there was always the Marcia, Marcia, Marcia factor in that class. (The name was changed to protect the innocent!!) 6th Grade, 1955: Mr. Bernard, ah the heartthrob of his female students. Even tho' he did betray us by moving on to Chief Joseph Jr. High the following year instead of Carmichael. We were heart-broken as it seemed so far away to us at the time. Plus it made it impossible to go into Lewis and Clark on our way home to see him after that year. I always thought that the students at Chief Jo were so lucky to have him. Any come-backs on that out there? I will never forget him for defending my honor the way he did one day in that class either; it made me feel so very special!! That, and it led to one heck of a fantasy too!! LOL!!!!!! The two other teachers that I never had but would like to mention here are Kay Lamb and Alice Eubanks. I knew Kay very well because she was also my neighbor and her daughter Kathy Lamb Brown (62) was my bestest friend in those young days of ours. Days of oh-so-great memories!! Alice I did not know as well because she lived down the hill from us, but her daughter used to babysit the Willox kids. Much later in my life, her son Gary Eubanks (61) became the principal of my grandson's elementary school in Gresham, Oregon. It really is a small world after all!! Anyway, Kay taught 4th grade and Alice taught 3rd grade there at Lewis and Clark. I also remember Mr. Lee Clarkson, the principal of Lewis and Clark, but as senior moments do, one has crept up and I can't remember just what I thought of him. Oh well, probably best!! And that Lynn-Marie was my turn! Anyone else? To: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) Re: The Recorder Oh yes, Pam, the little white plastic instrument was indeed the recorder. I know this because my grandson took the recorder in fifth grade down in Oregon, and since he lives with me, so does that little plastic recorder. It is not really white, but off-white; more like a light beige. It comes with a khaki colored bag complete with yellow braided tie and music that is called "Music for the Recorder". So, indeed, it must be a recorder huh? I wish that I had a scanner, I would put a picture of it up somewhere on the Bomber site and then everybody could see just what the heck we are talking about! Of course if I had a scanner, I would take pictures of the old G.I. issue bookcases that cost some $2.47 back when and show people what they were all about too. When I read that furniture list on the site a while back and saw those bookcases listed there, I just looked at them and started laughing! You see, to me they are priceless! They were my Mother's after all and I wouldn't get rid of them for anything!!! If I only had a scanner................. *G*!!!! Oh, and by the way, the recorder was made by a company in China (of course) by the name of Suzuki. And my grandson guards it with his life just like I do my bookcases!! Haha!!!!! Bomber Cheers to All, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Brady (61) For those of you who know me, you know that I take my responsibilities very seriously. Having been selected as the OFFICIAL name tag mucketymuck for the next all class reunion is no exception. I even got another offer to lead the Class of 1961 name tag committee... I'm stoked! I received several e-mails from fellow classmates asking me to keep the name tags small. In fact, Pastor Bill Wilson (63) wrote and told me that it is essential to proper human interaction to have small tags so that they have to be read from 3" or less. Who am I to argue with a Pastor? By the way, if there are other classes that need name tag assistance, you know where to reach me. -Mike Brady (61) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) To: Frank Whiteside (63) 'Da Peas' would have been the old Walla Walla cannery aka Rogers' Walla Walla aka American Fine Foods. The cannery hired as many as 265 or so workers for both the day and night shifts. Pea season ran from early June to late July or early August then they switched to corn. I myself worked as a 'scab' during a strike from April to June of 1968. We were served lunch each day from the "Ice Berg". Great burgers! Their canneries were located in Walla Walla, Milton- Freewater and Athena. The operations manager was Al Litzenburger aka 'Litz'. He is still alive and living in Walla Walla. He taught me a lot about the stock market and 'candlesticking' techniques while charting stocks. Long live Chief Twice Nice... that's the Native American on the Walla Walla brand vegetables. (;-) Now you know. -Gary Behymer (64) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) Hi Rick!! Well I know what ya mean about the parents and the yelling they can do!! My son Jimmy (now a Jim) played soccer and I should have been the Skinniest Mom there for all the running up and down the side line and Yelling I did! The big clincher was on the Mother's Day Tournament, I was doing my thing yelling "Go Jimmy Go Jimmy Go!!" He stopped dead in the center of the field with the ball at his feet and said "Mom, I'm running as fast as I can!!" OOPS guess the coach didn't have to say anything to me! Also did you know in soccer you can be red carded? Not just the kids but the Parents, too!! I got a stern look from the Ref. one time and at break, he stood by me with his back to me and said "Did I hear a cuss word over here?" I looked good Red Faced!! :o) Well my son grew up and went on to play football and some things don't change except you can't run up and down the sidelines! By the way my son was MVP in his Freshman year and Senior! So yes I'm a very PROUD Mom! Bet the coaches are glad I'm gone!! LOL :o) Bombers Rule -Pam Ehinger (67) ******************************************** >>From: Anna Durbin (69) To: Mike Davis (74) Re: "Okay, all you old Jason Lee Alumni: Do you remember these teachers:"... Dear Mike: How could we forget? And how about some who may have been before your time: (and some overlap) Mrs. Horning - kindergarten - most patient ever Mrs. Askew - taught us to read and went from first to second with us Mrs. Jessen - my third grade teacher, tough but taught us a lot Miss Marilyn Morn - what a dream - she came from Montana and was the height of glamour Mr. Taylor - the greatest fifth grade teacher ever read Tarzan aloud to us, I think I learned the most ever that year Mrs. Hughes - let three of us write and put on the weirdest play ever And she ran the Girls Patrol - I think we did recess? Those were great years. My kids can't believe I walked home for lunch and then back to school. Mrs. Askew had us pick up the black walnuts on the way to school and then made cookies for us. Labor intensive! I am embarrassed to say I can't remember the art teacher we had after Mrs. Balesteri retired. She was young and enthusiastic and had us over to her apartment at the Twin Dolphins for a swimming party. How long were our recesses? I can remember great kickball and baseball games. My favorite memory of Jason Lee is listening to the meadow larks sing outside the windows. And I am blocking on the librarian. She was so nice. I think I read every book in that library, just about. I remember doing inventory and shelving books with her, too. Amazing she trusted us to do it right. I really learned my way around a library with her. And Lilly Peterson was so dignified and so smart. Everything seemed to work well. Thanks for taking me back, Mike. -Anna Durbin (69) ******************************************** >>From: Greg Larson (69) To: Joan Stevensen (69WB) In regard to the fire and Mr. Harvey and Stephen it was around 65/66 at the Boy Scout camp in Oregon. Wallowa (sp) Lake. I was there at the time. I knew Mr. Harvey from the church and had met Stephen that weekend. Spent the weekend cleaning up the camp area with them. Both real nice people. That was a sad day. Think of them often. -Greg Larson (69) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Upton (74) I'd forgotten about this little high school adventure. The first time I was a victim after that I was the instigator. Like most things that happened 26-28 years ago, I don't remember exactly who was involved on what night just that we did this on numerous occasions. Over in Pasco, across the street from the train station, was the only Harley-Davidson dealer in the Tri- Cities... Frenger's Harley Davidson? Anyway, it was in an old brick building on a very dark street. There was a picture window in front which had about the bottom third of it painted over with their logo. You'd find a friend (what are friends for?) and ask them if they seen the new Harley over in Pasco. You'd really build it up into the coolest motorcycle on the planet. Everyone in the car would tell you how cool it was and that you just had to see it. Want to drive over and take a look? Sure. Road trip. As you pulled up in front of the store the victim would get out and start walking toward the window at which point everyone else in the car would stay in the car and say "we've seen it already, go right up to the window and take a look." Now, at this point some people smelled some kind of trick, others didn't.... it didn't matter. Just as you got up to the darkened window a 120 pound snarling, frothing, barking, howling, maniac German Shepherd guard dog would hurl himself out of the darkness and against the window from the inside. He'd been watching all along from the inside through the painted window and would attack when you got too close. Perfect. Sheer terror, absolutely the scariest moment of your young life. You'd take about three sprint steps back toward the car and dive in, then cuss everybody out all the way back home as they laughed themselves silly. Then we'd stop at Denny's and watch Mike Davis eat. -Brad Upton (74) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) Re: Jason Lee teachers Wasn't it Mrs. Montoya with the I Love Lucy red hair, stylish clothing, and figure to pull it off? I washed tables to earn hot lunch, and I don't remember a red-haired cook, but then I was pretty busy scarfing down chili and cinnamon rolls before work! My little sister, Michel, had Ardie Hoglen as a teacher, which was kind of weird because she was a family friend. I only knew her in the context of water skiing and picnics, but all of the Hoglens are good people. -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ******************************************** >>From: Shelley Williams Robillard (84) Re: outdoor play Just the other day, someone on the Sandstorm lamented that they never see kids playing outside and hoped that somewhere they did. Rest assured in our little corner of the world (Skyline Acres, Moses Lake) that as I type, there is a game of unorganized, little kid, baseball being played by the neighborhood boys (mine included) on a beautiful warm afternoon. They don't play Red Rover, Ol' Grey ghost, or Kick The Can, but my children have developed a game called Hide and Go Seek Ricochet Ball Tag, which is kind of a conglomerate of all of the above. My children are very active in organized sports, but I also love to see them playing these games, making the rules and solving their own conflicts in the process. Just wanted you to know that it still happens! Warm Wishes, -Shelley Williams Robillard (84) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/14/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15 Bombers sent stuff: Richard Roberts (49), Shirley Watts (49), Ann Pearson (50), Curt Donahue (53), Mike Clowes (54), Lequita Branum (55), Myrna Branum (57), John Northover (59), Gail Setbacken (66), Jeff Curtis (69), Greg Alley (73), Mike Davis (74), Treg Owings (76), Kim Edgar (79), Monique Mangold (80) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) To: Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) And they swam and they swam right over the dam. Sorry. -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Watts James (49) To: Mary Evelyn Kingsley Spradlin (49) and Richard Roberts (49) I laughed when I read Marezy Doats and Doeszy Doats. Believe it or not, I have that record someplace amongst the many. We think today's music is incomprehensible, how about "Ragmop" and a "Huggin and a Chalkin". Shirley Watts James (49) P.S. I just ran this through a spell check so you can imagine how many words had to be ignored. -Shirley Watts James (49) ******************************************** >>From: Ann Pearson Burrows (50) We arrived home (So. Cal) from the class of '50's Golden Reunion! and Oh What a Time it Was! We had a blast - it was SO much fun reacquainting with the people I went to grade school(s) as well as spent four years in high school. For the people who missed this really invigorating event, shame on you. Be sure and make plans to attend the next one!! When I arrived and saw "the river" I felt as though someone was giving me a big hug!! When I drove around to look at all of the houses we had lived in (and actually took pictures! )I felt as though I was home - but then when I went up to the HS (after we bought a map so I could find my way around) I couldn't reconcile the red building with where I went to school. And Denny's - well I guess it isn't an urban myth created by that Davis boy - there really is one in Uptown! The Spudnut shop with the tables and umbrellas on the sidewalk was just too upscale for my memories of that area and we had to use lots of will power and drive right on by. As so many before me have mentioned - TO MISS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION - ESPECIALLY THE 50TH - IS TO HAVE MISSED A VERY SPECIAL EVENT! I want to publicly thank all those who helped make the weekend one to remember; Gene Keller (and always delightful Patti Badger Keller), Pat Jones Miller and Art Martin (whose wife was a new acquaintance for me and a treasured one!). I know it is sometimes difficult to make time for everything, and sometimes you just can't get your "act" together, but the effort is worth it - take it from all who did go! -Ann Pearson Burrows (50) ******************************************** >>From: Curt Donahue (53) To: Jim Russell (58) Re: Mike Clowes, AKA Bob Carlson (54) I can vouch for Mike being a Bomber, as I remember him from those days. I can't vouch for his AKA, however. Didn't know that existed until I saw it in the Sandstorm. -Curt Donahue (53) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Jim Russell (58) Wassamatta, they didn't teach basic math when you graduated? Naturally I would not appear in the '55 Columbian if I graduated in '54. Yes, Jim, I did graduate from dear old Columbia High School, Richland, Washington, in 1954, and I have the diploma in my possession. And check our class's web page, my name doth appear there. I have previously admitted to spending a year in Kennewick, but that was in eighth grade. Remember there was a waiting list for housing back then. Re: Silly Songs Several have already been mentioned, "Mairzy Doats", "Three Little Fishes" and the "Hut Sut Song" (the latter done, by the way, by Horace Heidt and His Musical Knights). So, how many remember the parodies that were also popular in the late forties and early fifties? "Chinese Mule Train" by Spike Jones "The Little White Knish that Cried" by Mickey Katz and who could ever forget Stan Freberg's version of the "Banana Boat Song"? Don't get music like that anymore, thank heaven. Ever Bombers -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Lequita "Lea" Branum Clark (55) Re: Reunion To: Mary Winston Wymer (55) You are right on with the description of the Club40 reunion. It was wonderful to see the ones who did show up. I enjoyed our luncheon also. It seemed we all have so much in common with our families. I had a great time showing my husband the town, eating Spudnuts, the houses I grew up in. Skiing on the irrigation ditches in West Richland. All in all it was a great weekend. Hopefully, those of you that live in the Richland area will come to the 50th. A big thank you goes to Sharon Tempelton, Wanda Ricketts, and Billie Lawell and those that helped make this weekend a success. -Lequita "Lea" Branum Clark (55) ******************************************** >>From: Myrna Branum Willard (57) Re: Lewis and Clark teachers To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) My parents had been friends with the Whites in Kansas as newlyweds. The Whites moved to Richland and wrote about how good things were in Richland until in 1949 we sold our home and came out west to join them. We didn't have a house or job so lived with them for the first few weeks. We spent every Christmas together for many years - we were family. She was so proud when as an adult I became a kindergarten teacher. She loved her job. Mrs. White moved to Walla Walla after marrying her second husband and passed away just last year. I started fourth grade at L&C and had Mrs. Lamb. She was also our neighbor and was in a birthday club for the neighborhood ladies and my mom called her 'Kay' but I never did. I always felt special in her class because she was my neighbor. I also had Mrs. Brinkman in 5th and remember her doing math problems at the board with her left hand flat against the board and you could see her fingers moving as she counted. She lived close to the school and on a couple of occasions when she had forgotten something, she sent me to her home to get it. Can you imagine the trouble she'd be in now doing that? Then in 6th grade I had Mrs. Westerlund. I remember her teaching us a lot about creative writing. I also remember finally "getting it" about using their or there! -Myrna Branum Willard (57) ******************************************** >>From: John Northover (59) Re: goats and oats To: All goats and oats people Mares eat oats, Goats eat cans and Sheep eat Ivy. 1943 Copyrighted Words and Music by Milton Drake, Al Hoffman, and Jerry Livingston. "I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon Some call it pretty, others call it crazy But they all sing this tune: Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, A little bit jumbled and jivey Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats And little lambs eat ivy" Oh! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you-oo? A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?" (REPEAT until you can not stand it any more and you go POSTAL!!!) Yours in perpetual reverberation -John Northover (59) ******************************************** >>From: Gail Setbacken Carter (66) To: Gary Behymer (64) Gary, Just wanted to thank everyone, who wrote in about Dorthy Ingram. I found her living in OK. but will be moving in two weeks to Wy. She will send me her new address. Is doing very well. So happy to her from all of us Bombers. -Gail Setbacken Carter (66) ******************************************** >>From: Jeff Curtis (69) Re: The Fire at Camp Wallowa In the Fall of 1965, members of the Blue Mt. Council, Boy Scouts of America, met at Camp Wallowa, Oregon, the primary summer camp owned by the Council in the northeastern corner of that state, for a volunteer work party to close the camp down for the winter. The camp was located near the shores of Lake Wallowa in the Wallowa-Whitman National Forest just outside the cities of Joseph and Enterprise. Camp Wallowa hosted hundreds of scouts each season, many from the Tri-Cities, and offered a multitude of outdoor activities related to scouting including archery, swimming, canoeing, hiking, camping, woods tools, and many other forms of instruction aimed at assisting them in learning scoutcraft skills and achieving rank advancement. I myself worked there as a scoutcraft instructor during the summers of 1965 - 67 and still consider it one of the most beautiful and peaceful places I have ever seen. The Mess Hall was the largest of several buildings on the site which included several A-frames and small staff cabins. The hordes of scouts that visited each summer lived in tents at various designated campgrounds scattered around the acreage which had great names like China Cap, Joseph, and Matterhorn (that one was WAY up the hill by the falls). The camp was heavily used in those years and required a good deal of labor to open, run, and close down each season. Vern Harvey (whom I had for math in my eighth grade year at Chief Jo) and Stephen Willi (68) were part of the group of volunteers intent on buttoning it up for the season. They had been assigned to bunk in a room above the Mess Hall kitchen that we used as an administrative area during the summer months. Sometime during the night, a grease fire (I believe) ignited in the kitchen, quickly raged out of control, and ultimately took the lives of those two dedicated and giving people. It was a devastating loss to all who knew them. I was supposed to be at camp that weekend but had a conflict which prevented me from attending, much to my dismay (although perhaps a turn of good luck) as I loved that place. The Mess Hall reopened the following summer in an old Army field tent that we erected on the original foundation and was completely rebuilt by the summer of '67. I visited the then-closed Camp Wallowa some years ago and in poking around the administrative A-frame found a map which indicated that the two main roads at the camp had been renamed in honor of the two. My memories of those summers are still strong and while I was standing in that building, the former center of a huge buzz of activity, now dead-quiet and deserted, the extreme contrast from my memories seemed simultaneously spooky and sad. I realize that this submission is not up to my usual nonsensical standards but as there seemed to be some question as to what actually happened, I felt that this incident deserved to be documented in this forum. Camp Wallowa will, I promise, be fodder for less sensible and more moronic offerings in the future. -Jeff Curtis (69) ******************************************** >>From: Greg Alley (73) To: Brad Upton (74) I did not know you were a biker. To: Mike Davis (74) My list of teachers at Christ the King were Sister Mary Marie, Sister Mary Joseph, Sister Mary Elephant (sorry about the Cheech and Chong reference) and more nuns. You couldn't see them except for their faces. Now there are just lay teachers at CK. Good teachers and people anyway. They ate at the rectory, not Denny's. -Greg Alley (73) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) Okay Upton, it's come to the fat jokes, huh? I can see that you are getting mighty close to the "Guess Where I Sat in the Bleacher?" story. Its time will come! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Treg Owings (76) Re: Black Walnuts I remember those black walnuts walking home from Jason Lee. We would wait till the patrol boys left and then have fights with them on the way home. It was a wonder none of us ever broke a window or got hurt. Parents were always wondering why our hands were black when we got home. We went from black walnuts to sycamore balls and garbage can lid shields. The fights always lasted till someone got hit in the eye or we ran out of ammo. -Treg Owings (76) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar (79) Re: WASL (States New Testing Scores for Schools) In case anyone is interested, I have attached this link: [you MAY have to copy/paste the ENTIRE URL into your browser] It will list the schools scores on how the kids did on the new testing system. It list elementary, Jr. & Sr. High schools. RHS actually rates pretty high in reading and listening skills and average in math and writing. It is a lot higher than the North Kitsap High School (Poulsbo) that my son will eventually be attending. Hopefully, the school will have improved by the time my son gets there. -Kim Edgar (79) ******************************************** >>From: Monique Mangold Beaucour (80) Re: Thanks for being so nice Hello everybody, I was busy going back to school and teaching fifth grade for the first time. I love it but I was supposed to teach preschool this year, remember? Anyway I want to thank all the people who were so nice to me at the 20 year reunion last august. I had such a great time. I was afraid of it, but now I am glad I made it again to Richland. I'd like to keep in touch with all the people who encouraged me to come back through their emails; it was nice of them and I want to do it again for the next reunion. You Bombers don't know how much you gave me the first time, even if it was tough to get along with your way of life. This time again you gave me a lot. I needed that time all by myself, far away from home again, connected with the past. Curiously it helped me to come back this time and begin again. My only regrets, still being to shy to have a serious talk to the guy I was dreaming of 20 years ago and not being able to translate and tell you my favourite joke in a language understandable enough to be fun in english! Don't worry I'm working on both of it for the next reunion! I always need a target to move on. Before I get boring I want to thank my host family and my friends again. One more word, just to tell you that I finally tasted the famous Spudnuts thanks to Dan wilson my host brother while I was staying with him for the 20 years reunion. I Loved them, to bad there is no chance we will ever get them in France! Love you BOMBERS, -Monique Mangold Beaucour (80) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/15/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 Bombers sent stuff: Ed Borasky (59), Bill Wingfield (67) Bill Yandon (68), Joan Stevensen (69WB) Lori Killand (72), Brad Upton (74) Gary Little (76), Melanie Orgill (83) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ed Borasky (59) To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Silly Songs Ahh yes ... Mickey Katz and Stan Freberg. I used to have every record Mickey Katz ever recorded. It wasn't until a few years ago that I learned enough Yiddish to understand most of it :-). The music of Mickey Katz has had something of a revival recently, tagging along with the general revival of klezmer music, and I think most of his records are now available on CDs. Stan Freberg: I remember he had *two* radio programs, in addition to coming up with a parody every four months or so. The second radio show was very famous; I may even have some tapes buried somewhere that I made of his show. But the *first* Stan Freberg radio show?? How many of you Bombers remember *that* one? It was called "That's Rich!" and it was a situation comedy. If my memory is correct, it was only on one summer as a replacement for Jack Benny, and used quite a few of the same actors and writers as the Benny show used, rather than Freberg's own stable of folks. Needless to say, I am a Stan Freberg fan to this day and can, on a moment's notice, sing most of the songs from his "History of the United States". "Whaddaya mean you cooked the *turkey*, Charlie?" "Well, I cooked the turkey ... that's all ..." "You put our *national bird* ... in the oven? ..." To: Treg Owings (76) Re: Black Walnuts Oh, my! A second generation gatherer of black walnuts on the walk home from Jason Lee! Remind me the next time I'm up there to see if that tree is *still* there!! I graduated from Jason Lee in 1952, and that tree was there then!! My funny black walnut story: I had gathered a small bag of them, and it was stored in the storage area in the back of the house. They were hard as rocks, but you could crack them with a hammer and eat them. Anyhow, one fine summer evening, we were having a barbecue out in the back yard. My father was sitting there, fanning the grill with a folded-up newspaper, trying to get the fire to start, but it just wasn't happening. Well ... it turned out that instead of charcoal briquettes, he had loaded my bag of black walnuts in the grill :-). ON TO STATE!! -Ed Borasky (59) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Wingfield (67) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) You mentioned how much you liked Mr. Bernard. In fact you mentioned it more than twice. I had to write that I too liked and respected him, almost as much as you did. I was fortunate to get to have him at Chief Jo. Your loss was my gain. I had written into the Sandstorm some time back that he was perhaps my all time favorite teacher. -Bill Wingfield (67) ******************************************** >>From: Bill Yandon (68) Re: Camp Wallowa To: Jeff Curtis (69) Thanks for bringing up that fire at Camp Wallowa. I too remember that well, one very sad incident in a very peaceful and beautiful place. -Bill Yandon (68) ******************************************** >>From: Joan Stevenson (69WB) Thanks Jeff [Curtis-69] for the full story on Stephen and Mr. Harvey. Jack Willi, Stephen's father, remained active in scouting in spite of his loss. -Joan Stevenson (69WB) ******************************************** >>From: Lori Killand Whelan (72) Re: Librarian[s] To: Mike Davis (74) I called my Mom because she used to work in many a school library in the 60s. Lenore Admire was the librarian at Jason Lee. She [Mom] also remembers working for Muriel Hamilton at Chief Jo, Elsie Tompkins at Marcus Whitman, Goldie (couldn't recall last name) at Lewis & Clark [Goldie Kerr Logan -Ed], and Pat Crownover at Hanford. She worked at the Carmichael library, too, but couldn't remember that librarian's name. -Lori Killand Whelan (72) P.S. Did you enjoy your day off? ******************************************** >>From: Brad Upton (74) To: Mike Davis (74) I didn't say you were fat... I just wanted to see if you read my story all the way to the end. I had to get Mike Davis and Denny's in the same sentence. The really sad part is that I still think you and Bird are cool. -Brad Upton (74) ******************************************** >>From: Melanie Orgill Meinhardt (83) Re: Jason Lee Teachers To: Kim Edgar (79) and Mike Davis (74) I went to Jason Lee from first to sixth grades. I remember Mrs. Thompson in fourth (she was a good teacher). Mrs. Armstrong in fifth (she was kind of cranky with the boys most of the time but she always liked my art work). I had Castleberry for sixth. He wanted to make sure we were ready for Jr. High School so he had us watch several educational health and social films. Occasionally I got along with Mr. Castleberry but when it came to sports, we butted heads a lot. I was never very athletic at that time and also had problems with my knees. Yet, he kept pushing me to run long distances and because I was tall at that age, he thought I should be doing the high jump as well (later on, I did find a sport that I still enjoy today). I had Mr. Sherman for art and I remembered staying late after school on the last day before summer break finishing up some art projects and chatting with him about the future. I think he retired a few years after that. I took violin in 5th and 6th grades but I cannot remember my violin teacher's name, but I do remember enjoying the small class we had and some of the music we played. -Melanie Orgill Meinhardt (83) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Little (76) To: Brad Upton (74) I didn't know you were a biker either, although you certainly had the look at the U of M. I do, however, remember a hurdler who wore a knee pad. What's with that? -Gary Little (76) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/16/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6 Bombers and 1 Bomber Mom today. Mike Clowes (54), Ramona Miller (54), Sharon Brooks (62), Patrick Thrapp (71), Jim "Bo" Anderson (72WB), Brad Upton (74), BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Ed Borasky (59) As a Freberg fan, I presume you are aware that he finally recorded Part II of his History of the United States. This should be required listening in all US History classes, just as Anna Russell's explanation of The Ring Cycle for all Wagner freaks. As for Mickey Katz, I was more impressed with his trumpeter, Manny Klein; great horn work. Further on Freberg, even you youngsters may remember his television commercials, many of which won awards, but for the moment I can't think of a single one. I can assure you, however, that they were funny and quite possibly sold some of the sponsors product. To: Curt Donahue (53) Thanks, old buddy, for the backup. Being accused of being a Lion or Bulldog is not very nice. Besides, if I were, how did I come to find this site, let alone make contributions (such as they are)? Are Lions and Bulldogs computer literate? Go Bombers, -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54) Re: Question To: Anyone Has the date for the 2001 Club40 been selected yet? We would like to know . . . The Bruggeman Brothers Five [Bill-50 Del-52 Earl-53 Larry-54 Jim-58] -- all still alive and kickin' -- are planning on having their Annual Brothers Blast Reunion centering on the Club40 reunion. All five of them graduated from COL HI in the 50s. Quite a record.. . Can any other Bomber family beat that? Thanks for the information. -Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54) ******************************************** >>From: Sharon Brooks Sims (62) Re: R2K Bomber Picture Thank you to the Picture Committee! What a great job. I would like to say a special "Thanks" to John Adkins (62). He has pleasantly stuffed the envelops with pictures, called people to pick up pictures, and mailed pictures. He has given a lot of his time. Also the time he spent making the CD Photo Album. Thanks again John. -Sharon Brooks Sims (62) ******************************************** >>From: Patrick Thrapp (71) To: Brad Upton (74) Was that you in the Seattle PI sports section on 9/14? Smart Talk pg C11 "Griffey tore a Hamstring? That's what happens when you only sprint once a year." -Patrick Thrapp (71) ******************************************** >>From: Jim "Bo" Anderson, Chief Jo 69 (72WB) To: Bill Wingfield (67) I had to respond about Mr. Bernard. In my 9th grade year, I was struggling with lots of stuff all adolescents do, and Mr. Bernard turned out to be the only adult I could talk to who would listen and not scold me. He was really a lifeline, and I've thought about him alot since then. He was a great guy. Is he still with us? -Jim "Bo" Anderson (72WB) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Upton (74) I feel I have to defend my "manliness" to Gary Little (76). He said he remembered me as a hurdler that wore a knee pad. True. First of all, the modest Gary Little went on to hold the 400 meter hurdle record at Boise State University for many, many years and was the Big Sky Conference Champion. As collegians, Gary thumped me on a number of occasions in the 400 hurdles but NEVER got a W against me in the 110 highs! Anyway, the pad... between my junior and senior year in high school I had not one, but two, surgeries on my right knee. The knee was still weak and not 100% when the season began and since I was going to be smashing it into hurdles all spring the doc told me maybe to wear a pad on it. I only wore the pad my senior year. I had to wear it if I was going to run aggressive and hold off the young sophomore stud named Little. As far as his charges that I looked like a biker... it was 1977 and I was 21 years old. At that time I was 6'1 and 160 pounds... not really that intimidating. Go Bombers! -Brad Upton (74) ******************************************** >>From: BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) To: Brad Upton (74) Hi Brad... Mrs. D. here. Mike picked us up from a trip yesterday so we took him to breakfast. Guess where he wanted to go? DENNY'S!!! -BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/17/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Ed Borasky (59), Lance Hartman (60) and Marie Ruppert (63) Judy Willox (61), Roxanne Knutson (62), Lynn Johnson (63) Mike Franco (70), Dave Doran (72), Gary Little (76) Judi Ell (76) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ed Borasky (59) To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Freberg fan Yes, I have the complete set, of course :-). Freberg wrote an autobiography, the title of which I've forgotten, in which he describes the sad story of how David Merrick almost turned "The History of the United States" into a Broadway show, in the process keeping the whole property tied up and unavailable for performance literally for decades. Re: Mickey Katz or Manny Klein Si Zentner, who was the trombone player, had his own big band for a while. And of course Mickey's son, Joel Grey, went on to fame. Re: Freberg's television commercials I vaguely recall the Chung King and Geno's Pizza Roll commercials; they were hysterical and sold a *lot* of product! -Ed Borasky (59) ******************************************** >>From: Lance Hartman (60) and Marie Ruppert Hartman (63) Just opened today's mail to find the All Bomber Reunion picture. Thanks to all who contributed to the effort involved to make this such an awesome souvenir of a special event. The picture committee did a fantastic job. My hat's off to you! -Lance Hartman (60) and Marie Ruppert Hartman (63) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Re: Mr. Bernard To: Jim "Bo" Anderson (72WB) Hi Jim, No, Mr. Bernard is no longer with us. Not sure just when he did pass away, but when I enrolled my grandson, Paul (2005), in Chief Jo last year, I did inquire after him and they told me then that he had died. Yes, the world will be a sadder place without him because he really did care about his "kids"! I will never forget him or what he did for me back when I was a confused kid. He was truly a sweetheart and a prince above all others! To: Bill Wingfield (67) Hey Bill, Did I mention that I really liked Mr. Bernard? *G*!!!! Actually, I really more like loved the man! Just thought that I would mention that! *G*!!!!!!!!! To: Myrna Branum Willard (57) If you were Kay Lamb's neighbor and you remember the Birthday club for the neighborhood ladies, where did you live for heavens sake? Did you live on Craighill, and if so, where and for how long? You would be approximately four years older than me, but I do not remember you from either the neighborhood or Lewis and Clark. Enlighten me, will ya? I am sorry to hear that Mrs. White passed away just last year. I never knew that she lived in Walla Walla. I wish that I had; I lived there for a brief period and would have gone to see her if I had known. She too was one of the best and you could tell that she loved her job as a teacher. Those are the ones that are always the best and really care for the children!! Another dark space where a true star once shined! To: Sharon Brooks Sims (62) As I understood it, John Adkins (62) also went out and hand delivered some of those R2K pictures. And let's not forget Burt Pierard (59) who pleasantly worked along side of John stuffing all those envelopes! Thanks fellas for the time spent!!! Bomber Cheers to All, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ******************************************** >>From: Roxanne Knutson Short (62) To: Jim "Bo" Anderson (72WB) I hate to give you the bad news of Mr. Bernard's passing away. It was approximately between 1987-89 that he passed away, but the funeral was standing room only! Not only in the room but standing room only even outside of Einan's funeral home next to the bypass of Richland. That was a very emotional day, knowing how many people he impacted just by the numbers that were there. At one point we all had to hold each other's hand for the Lord's Prayer, with not a dry eye in the whole group! It just made us all very close, loving the same man! What I remember about Mr. Bernard, is how easy it was to distract him on the lesson of the day if you brought up Hunting or Fishing! He would go off on a tangent, telling a story about his experiences. How many of you heard his joke about camping out and all he had to do with his camper is hook it up to a current bush? Does that sound like Mr. Bernard! Re: Kids' songs What is this all about singing little kids' songs anyway! This year at the Benton Franklin Fair coming home on the bus, a old man across from me was going to sing a song to two very young girls behind him. He started the song and I chimed in with him and his wife who was sitting next to me came unglued because I knew the song. It goes like this: Had a little chicken and it wouldn't lay an egg So I poured hot water up and down it's leg, The little chicken cried and the little chicken begged, The little chicken laid a hard boiled egg...... Boom, deatta........... some chick!!!! Very Mid west song! Just had to share!!! To: Larry Mattingly (60) Had to share with you that I went to the Club40 reunion even though I wasn't "old enough". I got so caught up with the all class reunion and all the new friends that I met there that were older than I was that I just wanted to continue the experience. The Club40 is fantastic. Not sorry I went. So class of '62 enjoy it when it is our turn in 2 years. Patty Jones Ahrens [60] was at the Club40 reunion. She and I were sitting at the same table and we were talking. She came up with a suggestion that I thought it was worth mentioning. How about it becoming the norm to not only state what year you graduated, but also state where you live after the year so we all know with conversation where you are coming from. So I will start it off by letting you all know I'm still in Richland!!! I promised Patty that I would give her the credit for this wonderful suggestion. What do you think Bombers all??????? Love you all, -Roxanne Knutson Short (62) - Richland, WA ******************************************** >>From: Lynn Johnson Andrews (63) Re: Frasier Botsford, 9/2/00 Sandstorm Frasier, In the 9/2/00 Sandstorm, you refer to yourself as a '62 wannabe. Did you skip a grade when you left good ol' Richland?? I thought you were a '63er, along with me, Dianne Kornberg, Roseann Benedict, etc. Good to hear from a voice out of the past. Did you ever appear in any other stage productions besides The Diary of Anne Frank? -Lynn Johnson Andrews (63) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) To: Joan Stephenson (69WB) I think Stephen C. Willi you mentioned did perish in the same fire that took Mr. Harvey. If I remember reports correctly, Mr. Harvey was lost attempting to get others out of the burning building. I am not sure if there was another boy lost but I am sure your friend's brother was lost in the same tragedy. I have been trying to catch up after a week in Nashville, Atlanta and Miami getting close to the real meaning of "stickiness"! My regards to all you Bombers hanging out below the Mason-Dixon line! Anyway, I wanted to thank Jeff Curtis (69) for his info concerning the Camp Wallowa fire. I also attended and worked at that Scout camp. In fact, my dad, Dr. Robert Franco took my younger sisters up there for a few weeks one summer to serve as "camp doc". It was a great and glorious place. I remember Det Waggoner (sp?) as one of the long time counselors. What a great guy. I would be interested in hearing from others of memories of Wallowa. Jeff, when you worked there did you and your fellow workers ever head into Joseph, Oregon for the always wild and crazy "Chief Joseph Days"? Always a good time, always lots of girls! Best Bomber regards to all! -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************** >>From: Dave Doran (72) At the risk of opening up some old wounds I have to ask anyway: What happened to Steve Davis (72)? I was never a real friend of his but everybody in the whole school seemed to know and like him, myself included. My memories of him are most vivid when, as a new kid, a hippy-type kid, an outsider kid with a ponytail, his good natured and sturdy presence dissuaded serious harassment from some of the more evil-minded upperclassmen. I never had a chance to thank him for his protection and indeed I'm sure that it was unnoticed by him. But not by me. Thanks, Steve! -Dave Doran (72) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Little (76) To: Brad Upton (74) I did not know you had knee surgery. You were my mentor for that first year of high school. I remember Coach Covington was good at getting us in shape but you were my teacher for the technique. Just for a bit of irony, after graduating from Boise State I moved to Missoula to teach and coach and I'm still here. I still follow Bomber athletics (once green and gold, always green and gold) and this spring we may even compete with them at the Mooberry Relays. All former tracksters remember that meet. -Gary Little (76) ******************************************** >>From: Judi Ell Dahl (76) Re: Librarian at Lewis and Clark I remember all of my teachers and can picture them as they were back in the 60s. Most were ones from the "old" Lewis and Clark school in "old" South Richland. Lori Killand (72) recalled many librarians and mentioned Mrs. Logan. She was a sweet old lady (all my teachers seemed quite old and white haired back then). The thing I really remember about her was that she never seemed to swallow! She would have the class sit on the floor while she sat upright in this old wooden chair to read us "The Box Car Children" and she would continue on page after page without taking a swallow. All us kids would sit there and swallow hard ourselves because we just could stand seeing this woman accumulate so much saliva. There were many wonderful teachers over the years but my all time favorite was my first man teacher and his name is Mr. Dunwoody. He taught 6th grade and I thought he was pretty cool. I recall thinking how neat it was for a teacher to bring his own coffee in a thermos to drink during class. He drank a lot of coffee (at least that's what I thought it was). He truly was a great teacher and man. My sister, Janet Ell (72) had Mr. Neidhold in the 6th grade and he was her all time favorite. I recall being in the first grade and looking down that extremely long shiny floored hallway to see Mr. Lane march his 6th graders to music. Back then didn't kids have to walk in a single file down the right hand side of the halls with hands to their sides? Well, Mr. Lane had his class looking like they were in the Marines. Those kids really could march! Miss Hosak taught my kindergarten class and I had to bring a smock (for painting) and a rug for nap time. Now a days many kindergartner classes don't even get recess as they have so much to cram in during the 2 1/2 hours they are there. Why can't little kids just be little kids? My childhood was so un-rushed and so carefree! Thanks Richland alumni for the Richland school memories. I can still picture in my mind that old playground with the big slides, monkey bars over black top, a teeter-totter, and the great United States painted outside the kindergarten recess area. -Judi Ell Dahl (76) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/18/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers sent stuff: Cristel Stordahl (49), Missy Keeney Baker (59), Leo Webb (63), Linda Reining (64), Bill Didway (66), Shirley Collings (66), Grant Ranlett (69), Peggy Roesch (71), Sheila Davis (71), Lois Clayton (72), Mike Davis (74), Staci Campbell (86) ******************************************** ******************************************** from the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest >>From: Cristel Stordahl ('49) Date: Sun Sep 17 13:53:31 2000 1940'S??? Hey, hey out there where are all the "old" graduates? Like the late '40s. Nona/Jackie Henning, Lucille Bravard, Carl Fruh etc., etc., etc... Let's get in touch... -Cristel Stordahl (??) ******************************************** >>From: Missy Keeney Baker (59) Re: Sandstorm ID Thanks to Larry Mattingly (60), Patty Jones (60) and Roxanne Knutson (62) for the great idea! -Missy Keeney Baker (59) - Richland, WA ******************************************** >>From: Leo Webb (63) To: Frank Whiteside (63) Yes, I remember the move to the Hampstead Arms, it was quite a trip. When we were at the "Other" Hotel we ordered ice and some hotel thugs came and tried to search for illegal adult beverages. But we were better the "They" were and "They" did not find anything. The next day we made the long walk to the other side of the street to the Hampstead Arms. Some of the trip for some reason I do not remember, but I am not sure if we made to the games or not. Those days are gone and I live in Olympia with my family. Any Bomber that wishes to keep in touch please E-mail. -Leo Webb (63) - Olympia, WA ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining (64) Re: Spudnuts Met a friend in Northridge, CA., (about 100 miles from me here in Bakersfield) and she brought me a dozen assorted Spudnuts from Fullerton --- (about 150 miles from Bakersfield)--- the guy that owns the shop is Asian, so he calls them, "sputnuts". And, yes they taste just as good as I remember!!!!!!! Haven't had them since I moved away from Richland, over 30 years ago!!!!!! YUM! YUM! Have had "Krispy Kremes" --- give me Spudnuts any day!!!!!!! She said the shop is close to her brother's house, so she was going to buy more -- --- she liked them better than "Krispy Kremes"! My daughter, son-in-law and two grandkids liked them, too. Five more "converts". Spudnuts forever! -Linda Reining (64) - Bakersfield, CA ******************************************** >>From: Bill Didway (66) Re: alumni license frame Friday Sept. 15th, my wife, her brother and his wife, and I were walking down Main street in LaConner (for those who don't know it is in Skagit County, Washington) when she pointed out a license plate frame. In green and gold it proudly proclaimed -- "Alumni Richland Bombers". It was sitting out in front of the Lighthouse Restaurant. I thought that was really cool. Now I want one. Where can I get an alumni license frame? Who was the owner of that car? -Bill Didway (66) - Sedro Woolley, WA ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) To answer Judy Willox Hodge's (61) question: ~~~~~~~~~ from the 9/13/00 Alumni Sandstorm: Re: Mr. Harvey - Judy Willox Hodge (61) wrote: "I have been observing entries written about Mr. Harvey for some time now and have yet to respond to them even though I think I also knew him. I believe that he was a sixth grade teacher at Lewis and Clark the same year that I was in the sixth grade; but instead of Mr. Harvey, I had Mr. Bernard. That would have been the year of 1955. Mr. Bernard was many a gal's heartthrob back then, but Mr. Harvey always was a jovial person as I remember it. I don't remember where he went after that year, but Mr. Bernard moved on to Chief Joseph Jr. High and nearly broke all his female students hearts. You see, we were going on to Carmichael and he had the nerve to betray us and go to Chief Jo! Oh how upset we were!! *G*!! Anyway, Frank, can you verify for me if this is truly the same Mr. Harvey? If so, he sure did get around the Richland schools didn't he? Seems like an awful lot of kids had him from alot of different schools. Let me know, okay?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ******************************************** >>From: Grant Ranlett (69) Re: Camp Wallowa Hello to Greg Larson (69) and Mike Franco (70)! We were in Boy Scouts together. Greg, we were in Troop 237 sponsored by Westside Church. Mike, you and I were in the troop sponsored by Good Shepherd Lutheran Church where my dad was pastor. I spent many summers at Camp Wallowa. It was a huge place. Very beautiful, near Lake Wallowa in the Blue Mountains. There I learned how to canoe and developed my swimming skills. That lake was cold! One of the patrols that I was part of from Troop 237 included Alan and Bryan Harvey. Their dad was Vern Harvey. We went on many campouts together. Besides teaching me how to fish, I also learned valuable camping skills from Mr. Harvey. He was a kind man with a gentle sense of humor. I was there that weekend that the mess hall burned at Camp Wallowa. The night of the fire I had the choice of sleeping in the mess hall or in a nearby A-frame cabin. There weren't any extra bunks in the sleeping quarters above the kitchen and I didn't feel like sleeping on the floor so I went for the cabin. Early in the morning I was awakened by the sound of a car horn. I jumped down from the bunk, ran for the door, opened it to see flames leaping out of the mess hall windows. It was a huge fire. Mr. Harvey and Steve Willie were among those sleeping in the quarters above the kitchen. The next morning I had heard that a gas leak in the kitchen had started the fire. The kitchen had been freshly painted that weekend as part of the work party. There's not a day that I don't think of Vern Harvey and Stephen Willie. -Grant Ranlett (69) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Roesch Wallan (71) To: Roxanne Knutson Short (62) Additional verse from Mrs. Wallan's music room: I had a little chicken and she wouldn't lay an egg So I rubbed hot chocolate up and down her leg. The little chicken cried and the little chicken begged, Then that little chicken laid an Easter egg. And one more from long ago before mentioning such things became taboo in schools: ...So I rubbed gun powder up and down her leg.... ...Then that little chicken laid a hand grenade. I'm sure there are more verses. I'd love to hear 'em. -Peggy Roesch Wallan (71) ******************************************** >>From: Sheila Davis Galloway (71) Re: memories To: Dave Doran (72) Dave, I'm sure my Mother and brother will respond to your question, but I felt as Steve's older sister I too should respond. You're right. Steve was known by all. I don't think I know of anyone that didn't like him and I'm quite sure that he loved everyone... maybe there was a time or two when we were younger that he didn't like me... I know he hated it when I would ask him questions.... he would always say "what are you writing a book". Steve died May 26, 1987. He had had esophagus surgery to repair a hiatal hernia. This typically is a routine surgery. On the day that he was to be discharged, he developed a blood clot that broke loose and block his heart and lungs. I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I got a call that I needed to go to the hospital. I was unaware that it was urgent and I figured that Steve was just up to his pranks again and when we all got there he would say something like.. now that you all are here.... you can see me ride the wheelchair out of the hospital. When I got there I met Mike and Karen in the foyer. After being told what had happened and that our parents had already left, we all headed to the Tinkle house. I still don't know to this day how the news traveled so fast, but in a short time it seemed that the whole town was at our home. It was obvious that he was loved by many outside our family. We don't have Steve anymore but he left behind a legacy. Heidi, who is 18 now was only 5 when Steve died. She reminds me of the serious side of Steve (which I don't think many saw) and she looks like him. I can remember one day at Chief Jo, when Steve Neill told me that he had seen Heidi. He said "I wanted to go up and touch her, her skin reminds me so much of Bear". Sarah, his youngest was 3 when Steve died. This kid has inherited Steve personally, I don't think she has an enemy and a stranger is just a friend she hasn't met. She is easy going like Steve was and she can play basketball. In fact she's one of our Bomber girls! Thanks, Dave, for asking about Steve. He may be gone from here, but the memories that we all can share live on. -Sheila Davis Galloway (71) ******************************************** >>From: Lois Clayton Colton (72) Re: Camp Wallowa When I was five (summer of 59?) my family went to Camp Wallowa so that my father and others could build cabins. I remember staying in tent on a platform. I have a picture of it someplace. We also washed our clothes in a wringer washing machine. That was pretty impressive to me, but I don't know what my Mom thought. My father, Aubrey Clayton, was also a merit badge counselor several years at the camp. In 1985 my husband and I went back to the area, and since we didn't see any signs to keep out, we toured the old camp. It was very peaceful and strange. We walked in and out of the cabins and other buildings. I spent some time looking at pictures and reading some records that were left lying around. It was sad to see it abandoned, and I wondered why they hadn't even picked up the records out of the office. We made a video of the whole place that day. -Lois Clayton Colton (72) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) To: Dave Doran (72) Re: Steve Davis Dave, Hello, I'm Mike Davis, Steve's younger brother. Steve died unexpectedly after esophagus surgery in May of 1987. Although the surgery was successful a blood clot had formed (prior to surgery or because of the surgery, we don't know) Anyway the clot moved to his lungs where it cut off his air supply. It was very quick as the doctors could do nothing for him. It is always nice to hear how the Bear touched so many lives with his good natured pleasant personality. I think what I admired the most about him was his refusal to judge people (so easy to do in high school) He treated everyone the same regardless of what "clique" you were a part of. He saw the differences in all of us and viewed those differences as positives, not negatives. He was a quality human being and we miss him dearly. -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Staci Campbell (86) Judi Ell Dahl (76) mentioning Mr. Neihold brought back a memory I have of him which I think says a lot about the kind of man he was. I had him for drivers ed in high school.. back then I was more interested in skipping class than learning how to drive so of course Mr. Neihold informed me that I would not receive my drivers ed certificate at the end of the class since I wasn't there to take 2 crucial tests (the highway driving test and the final exam) and that I would need to re-take the class. Knowing that my parents wouldn't let me live to take another drivers ed course once they found out what I had done... I decided the only mature thing to do would be to well.. cry.... which must have worked because after a couple of minutes of my loud sobbing, he said that I could take these tests and that I wouldn't have to re-take the class however, I would need to wait until the beginning of the new school year to do it. Finally, in September I was back in his class room and he took me out on the highway test... he had me drive up Van Giesen and then drive across the highway into West Richland and then turn around and do it again... then he said "ok that was the highway portion of the test and you passed". I was surprised, but I maintained my excitement for fear he would change his we headed back to the school where he gave me my final exam....I handed it in after completing it and I was 3 questions off from passing...So....he said "Staci what's your middle name and how do you spell it" I told him....and he said "what's your parents' names and spell them also". So... I gave him their names.. and then he asked for my address.... and so I gave him my address.. after those 3 questions he said "okay you've passed"! I have never forgotten what he did for me.. knowing I was a slacker student. .he still gave me another chance... (or he just didn't want me to cry again!..haha) -Staci Campbell (86) - Richland *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/19/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 14 Bombers sent stuff: Marguerite Groff (54), Mike Clowes (54), Tom Matthews (57) Paul Ratsch (58), Dave Henderson (60WB), Larry Mattingly (60) Jay Siegel (61), Jim Yount (61), Deedee Willox (64) Ray Stein (64), Pam Ehinger (67), Patty Sweetin (76), Kim Edgar (79), Jenny Smart (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) This Sandstorm entry is the hardest I've ever written. Yesterday afternoon (9/17) I received a phone call from Barbara Groff, wife of my brother Bill Groff (61). She let me know that Bill's long, courageous, fight with cancer had finally come to an end. This fight started in 1992 and ended yesterday at Swedish Hospital in Seattle, when he died of respiratory failure. Fortunately, my brother Phil (58) was also with him when he passed away. He was my "baby" brother and even though I knew that the time was coming to bid him a final "goodbye," I'm not ready. When we had the R2K Reunion in June, I had the pleasure of hosting my 2 brothers and my sister, Marilyn Groff Taylor (63) for the weekend, along with their spouses. We all pretty much knew that it would be the last time we would all be together. But, as many of you know, even with that knowledge, we are never prepared. Since I don't know when the obituary will be in the Tri-City Herald, the following information is for anyone that may want to know about the services. There will be a Memorial Service on Saturday, September 23; 1:00 pm at Trinity Lutheran Church in Lynnwood, WA. If anyone wants more information, please feel free to e- mail me and I'll tell you what I can. He was very much loved. He has been the happiest in his life with his wonderful wife, Barb. Though he didn't want to leave Barb, Bill wasn't afraid to die, because he knew he would be in his Lord's loving arms. He has earned his reward and has been promoted from this life to one far better. -Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: "Day's Pay" Sometime back I wrote about the authenticity of the paint job on "Day's Pay", and this has generated comments in "The Sandbox", including some personal experiences of a classmate of mine, Jerry Swain (54), in the "friendly skies" of North Vietnam. Back to the subject at hand. As I recall the question was not only to the correctness of the paint scheme, but also that the observer thought the propellers were spinning in the wrong direction. I am going to assume that the artist(s) were using a photograph, or perhaps a frame from a motion picture when the mural was done. If that is the case, then what we see is a painting of a stroboscopic effect. We've all seen in the movies or on television, as the car or wagon passes the camera, the wheels appear to be going in the opposite direction. Without getting too technical, this occurs when the camera is at a certain distance from the object, and the speed of the object. Similar objects further from the camera do not seem to exhibit this effect. Quite probably the artist did not even think of this as he/she faithfully copied the picture. Now as to the authenticity, here artistic license is used. The original "photo" has been re-touched, so to speak, in order for we Bombers to see "Day's Pay" on the gym wall. There is a similar mural in the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) - Albany, OR ******************************************** >>From: Tom Matthews (57) Re: Mr. Harvey/Mr. Hovey RETRACTION: The item I wrote several weeks ago about Mr. Harvey were actually about Mr. Hovey (falling over in desk, etc.). Still a great teacher, and perhaps still alive. So is it a good excuse that the names have almost the same number of letters and they both start with H? [...and both end with 'vey'. -Ed] It became obvious after looking at the link Shirley Collings Haskins (66) provided showing some of Chief Jo staff. -Tom Matthews (57) ******************************************** >>From: Paul Ratsch (58) Re: Teacher from the past What ever happened to Andy "Green Shirt/Brown Pants" Anderson. I think he was a wood shop teacher, study hall, etc. I will never forget the time someone tossed a lit cherry bomb in the side door of study hall. It lit on a pile of papers in front of Andy and went off. Papers flew all over the place. I laughed so hard I all most had a seizure. Neil McCartney (58) was there at the time and Harley Stell thought he saw [Neil] do it. Poor Neil got kicked out of school for it. I know for a fact that he didn't do it, but who would listen to me in those days........ -Paul Ratsch (58) ******************************************** >>From: David E Henderson (60WB) Re: Question About Richland's Early Years While sitting around reminiscing about the great old days in Richland with a person who grew up in Walla Walla, the conversation got around to the great schools and teachers that Richland was blessed with; in the 40s and 50s. Here are my questions: 1. Wasn't Richland a company town (owned by the U.S, government)? 2. Were the schools built and run by the U.S. government? 3. Were the teachers employees of the U.S. government? -David E Henderson (60WB) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) To: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) I went to Lewis and Clark and had Mr. Gerald Harvey for 6th grade. Gene Bernard was the other 6th grade teacher. I believe the Harvey being discussed taught at Chief Jo and was a different Harvey. Gerald Harvey left Richland and went to teach in SD near where he was from originally. A few years back I heard from someone that they had met Gerald Harvey at Mt. Rushmore. He apparently had seen Richland on their license plate frame as he was walking by in the parking lot. I can remember the many times that happened to us. At least every other year my folks would pile me into the car and we would drive to Kentucky or Michigan to visit relatives. Before I learned to drive I knew US 30 by heart. The relatives wouldn't drive West because of fear of the Rockies. Anyone remember what the roads were like in the 40s and 50s? We would stop for gas and someone would see the car dealer from Richland on the license plate frame. Then they would say they had a relative or friend that left to go to "that there atomic plant" to work. And then of course they would say maybe you know him/her, (name), and of course we never did. It was hard for outsiders to understand how big Hanford was and how many worked there. Places like "Wall Drug" and "Little America" were true tourist traps. The souvenir shops were as big as the dinner. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) - Tacoma, WA ******************************************** >>From: Jay Siegel (61) Re: Mr. Harvey To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Mr. Vern Harvey taught 6th grade at Jason Lee in 1955 - I was in his class. He was one of the fairest, most honorable individuals that I have ever met. I will never forget the last day of school and we were sitting around awaiting dismissal. He asked us if there were any questions from anyone. Someone asked him a question about his refusal to talk about his Army experiences. He stood there and grew very somber, thought for a moment and then he made a decision - you could see it. He then went on to explain how his squad was in a group when a white phosphorus shell hit his best friend standing across from him. The friend was killed but, because the shell was a white phosphorus one instead of high explosive, no one else was injured. He continued by saying, in effect, that memory overshadowed all his other memories of combat, and it was too painful. I continued to keep in touch with his because of Scouting for the next few years. It was one of the saddest moments when my Mom told me of his death - his honesty and virtue impacted my life to this day. -Jay Siegel (61) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Yount (61) - 1961 reunion communications Re: class of 1961 reunion committee meeting Our next committee meeting will be this Thursday, September 21, 7:00-9:00 pm in the Kennewick Room (off the Lobby; next to the hall going to the dining room) of the Red Lion Hanford House. We need all the good ideas we can get, and also some help locating "lost" classmates, so folks who will be in town this Thursday are cordially invited to join us! We have set the date(s) and location for the reunion for the Red Lion Hanford House for 6/22 & 23/00, coinciding with Cool Desert Nights. We expect to follow in the spirit of R2K, by opening up our Friday night social gathering in the Hanford House courtyard to all years. John Adkins (62) has volunteered to work with some of the R2K folks to help us manage the Friday social, bringing lessons learned from R2K. This Thursday, we will divide up responsibilities, form committees for days/activities, and also review the class roster briefly, sign up for tracking down lost classmates. Feel free to e-mail me directly with questions, or call me at home during the day; I'm in the Richland phone book. -Jim Yount (61) - 1961 reunion communications ******************************************** >>From: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) To: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) Went to the scanned page of your Chief Jo yearbook. Was that Mr. Bernard the same one who taught at Lewis & Clark? And was Mrs. Cotrill the mother of Linda Cotrill (64)? To: Linda Reining (64) Small world! My aunt (the one mom named me for) used to live in Northridge. She sold the place and moved to Cambria (up Highway 1 by Hearst Castle) in '82. I remember visiting her in Northridge when I was little, but her house was torn down for apartments I think. 17327 Saticoy. My husband and I visited Fullerton several years ago and went to the church where Charles Swindoll preaches. He has written several books also. If I remember Bakersfield, it is HOT! Many of the people in Cambria retired from Bakersfield. Re: Spudnuts As for Spudnuts (or sputnuts *g*), I love them no matter what you call them! I live in Burbank, WA (not CA), so am close enough to Richland that I have my hubby hooked on them too! -Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)- Burbank, WA ******************************************** >>From: Ray Stein (64) Re: Mr. Bernard I've read the nice comments about Mr. Bernard and I would certainly agree that he was a great educator. As a teacher at Central Valley High School in Spokane. I've had the privilege of working with his nephew, Steve Bernard. Steve was one of his uncle's hunting and fishing buddies, and also bears an uncanny resemblance to his uncle. Last year Steve was selected as the Teacher of the Year for Spokane County. He is a well- respected and well-liked teacher as well as being a first-rate Football and Track coach. I'm sure Steve would love to hear stories about his uncle. -Ray Stein (64) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) To: All that worked on the R2K Picture WOW!! You all did a great job!! I've showed the pictures to my co workers and they all think it's just AWESOME!! It was well worth the wait. Thank you all for all the hard work, you did. Bombers Rule, -Pam Ehinger (67) ******************************************** >>From: Patty Sweetin (76) I've enjoyed reading the entries. I've stayed up way past my bedtime, engrossed in the memories. I moved to Bellingham, Washington in 1982 and have live here since then. I attended Western Washington University and received a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Psychology in 1985 and a Master of Science Degree in Psychology in 1989. I'm currently working as a Vocational Rehabilitation Counselor here in Bellingham, working with industrially injured workers. It's a challenging and rewarding job and very time consuming. However, one doesn't want to be bored, right? My next venture is going to be buying a house within the next few months. As far as Richland was concerned, I was somewhat withdrawn in high school, dealing with family issues at that time and spending much time studying, so many of you in my age bracket may not remember me. I was involved with the Pep Club all of my years at Col Hi and joined the German Club. That was about the extent of anything extra that I participated in. I'm now regretting that I didn't make more of an effort to participate in social life then. If I were the way that I currently am back then, I think I would have been better known. I'm a fairly outgoing person now and a lot different. Maybe some of you remember my family members. My grandmother, Margaret Sweetin was a surgical nurse at Kadlec Hospital (where I was born) and knew Dr. Peterson (she called him "Pete"). Is this the same Dr. that was in the delivery room when I was born, I wonder, or is that another Dr. Peterson? I read that a Dr. Peterson passed away in 1998 in Oregon. My grandfather, Lester Sweetin worked out at the area. My Dad, Lester Sweetin was a mechanical engineer and helped to work on the design of PRTR and the FFTF. My Mom, Myrtle Sweetin, was an occasional substitute teacher in the late 60s, especially at Carmichael. Finally, my sister Peggy is from the class of '79. As for the question regarding Clear Lake, I'm sure there's probably more than one by this name. The one I'm familiar with is in Skagit County, in the Mount Vernon-Sedro Woolley area, about 30 miles south of Bellingham. Regarding Patty McLaughlin, is she the one who taught for a while at Carmichael? When I was in the seventh grade, a Patty McLaughlin took over the class when our homeroom teacher, Ms. Rowley, went on maternity leave. If I remember right, she did mention that she lived on Cottonwood. I lived on Cottonwood too, but down the street a few blocks, close to where Lee runs into Cottonwood. My mother used to take my sister and me for Spudnuts and that was often a treat during summer days. However, from a geographical standpoint, my favorite part of the area was the Columbia River and the memories of boating during the summer and having barbecues on the islands. Our family would take our boat and go through the locks on the Columbia and on the Snake Rivers and camp on the boat overnight. We'd drop an anchor and be awakened in the morning by the wake from a barge passing by. Does anyone have any information on Mr. Larry Meyers, the math teacher, or on Mrs. Painter, the German teacher at Carmichael? These, among others, were very special people. -Patty Sweetin (76) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar (79) Re: Olympics I was curious if anyone knew of any athletes from the Tri-Cities that went to the Olympics (past or present), and whether they brought home a medal. We have a young man, "Scott Shipley" (from Poulsbo, WA) over there now, he's hoping to bring home the Gold in the Kayak race. Don't forget to watch him Tuesday, Sept. 19th and give him a big Bomber Cheer along with all the other US Olympic athletes. -Kim Edgar (79) ******************************************** >>From: Jenny Smart Page (87) Re: Mr. Neihold Mr. Neihold is one teacher that, I swear, is truly living inside my head. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of this man, and what he pounded into my brain. Every time I drive over a bridge, regardless of the weather conditions, I hear him yelling at us, (yelling, because it was a zero hour class, and just about everybody was half asleep), "PEOPLE!! YA GOTTA REMEMBER!! BRIDGES FREEZE FIRST!! AND IF YA DON'T --- RING!! RING!! HELLO, EINAN'S?" (Einan's, for those of you who may have forgotten, is the local funeral home). He was quite the teacher, and I'll never forget him. (In case anyone is interested, I happen to have a copy of his obituary. E-mail me if you would like a copy). Still alive because of my RHS driver's education-- -Jenny Smart Page (87) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/20/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers and 1 funeral notice today. Anna May Wann (49), Doris Brinkerhoff (57), Janet Wilgus (59), Jim Yount (61), Judy Willox (61), Jim Hamilton (63), Marilyn Groff (63), Carol Converse (64), Robin Morey (74), Brenda Belcher (76), Kim Edgar (79), Jamie McDevitt (81) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49) Chris Stordahl is Patty's aunt and would have been in our class of '49. She was in Marcus Whitman with us. So, Chris, if you are reading this let us know your e- mail address please. In fact as I made the trip to Richland Sunday morning to have lunch with Jean Williamson Dreher (49) and Doris Palmer Overla (49) we were talking about Chris and picking cherries in her back yard. Of course we talked about many other things (about how innocent we were - never went to the beer parties etc. that the other guys had) but we did have fun. Spent 3 hours over lunch at the Shilo and talked about all of you. I hope your ears were burning!!! Talked like crazy to get Jean and Doris both into this daily history lesson of Richland. As soon as Doris gets back to Florida she will be joining us. Jean still has to find a connection from Othello. Doris and her husband were in town for the Camp Hanford reunion. To: Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51) We were wondering what's the latest on Janet? Also if someone answered my question about the R2K cookbook, I missed it. Can you inform me again as to the status. Also we are still going to the Work Shop Tavern for hamburgers every Wednesday after golf. If anyone cares to join us we are usually there about 1:30 (we are slow golfers) that's why lunch is so late.. -Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49) ******************************************** >>From: Doris Brinkerhoff DeFord (57) Re: Recorders Having just read several of your messages about recorders, I wish some of you who are knowledgeable about such things had been with my husband and I a few evenings ago. We would have loved to know more about the musical instruments we experienced that evening. The best way I can explain is to share a page out of my journal. “Vilnius - September 16th - While strolling through old town, we saw a sign announcing “Vilniaus Miesto Senosios Muzikos ir Sokio Vaiku Teatras.”. That was in Lithuanian. It was easier to guess the nature of the entertainment in Polish, “Scholares Minores Pro Musika Antiqua”. We paid our 2 lts and followed the crowd into the folk festival. It was unique. The setting was a stage laid out in an archeological dig in the ancient basement of a 14th century castle. The entire dig is covered with a make-shift arched cover. The backdrop was ancient crumbling brickwork, arches and buttresses. Many clusters of small candles were artfully placed among the stones and ancient walls, lending a medieval flavor to the whole of it. The program was outstanding. It starred mostly children and young adults from Lithuania, Latvia, Poland and St. Petersburg, Russia, performing medieval music and dance and using ancient musical instruments. The costuming, according to the program, was authentic 17th - 18th century dress of the rich and famous. Wonderful folk melodies were coaxed from wooden and ivory recorders that flourished in all sizes and colors. Other wooden pipes were played like flutes or piccolos. Never have I imagined such an array of stringed instruments, some whimsical, some familiar, that accompanied the marvelous haunting harmonies of the young voices. The acoustics of this primeval cellar were breathtaking. Rhythm was provided by drums, wooden blocks, bells and tambourines, all marvelously antique in design. Many of the dances were stately affairs with the young men and women in their richly lavish and colorful dress moving gracefully to the wispy melodies floating upward to us. Others evoked enchanting visions of young people, crowned with flower wreaths, celebrating the joys of spring. The audience was spellbound. It was all very elaborate and most entertaining. As we left, we were delighted by threads of old tunes lingering in the air as some of the young musicians found it as difficult as we to cross the line back into the 21st century.” Such is early autumn in Lithuania. [later...] Bomber Cheers for Maren! She does a fantastic job as always. I sent a message to the Sandstorm last evening {above] and then woke up in the middle of the night with the realization that I did not finish my entry. I got interrupted and then came back and sent it off without my name and from a different server. But as usual, Maren saved the day and tracked me down. Thanks, Maren, for going the second mile with your sleuth work. I was going to finish my entry with how much I enjoy all the Bomber memories and look forward each day to a bit of home while far away from home. I loved hearing all the old songs from years ago. And remembering all the teachers. Thanks to everyone who writes in and shares. -Doris Brinkerhoff DeFord (57) ******************************************** >>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) Re: RHS photo Tom and I are planning to have our RHS photo professionally matted and framed and it will hold an honored spot at our place!!! Thank you, team, it is just beautiful. Now, if anyone can help us on this one, do you think our license plate frame will arrive someday soon? We would proudly carry that around California, fer shur!!! Thanks. -Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Yount (61) - 1961 reunion communications Re: class of 1961 reunion committee meeting Our next committee meeting will be this Thursday, September 21, 7:00-9:00 pm in the Kennewick Room (off the Lobby; next to the hall going to the dining room) of the Red Lion Hanford House. We need all the good ideas we can get, and also some help locating "lost" classmates, so folks who will be in town this Thursday are cordially invited to join us! We have set the date(s) and location for the reunion for the Red Lion Hanford House for 6/22 & 23/00, coinciding with Cool Desert Nights. We expect to follow in the spirit of R2K, by opening up our Friday night social gathering in the Hanford House courtyard to all years. John Adkins (62) has volunteered to work with some of the R2K folks to help us manage the Friday social, bringing lessons learned from R2K. This Thursday, we will divide up responsibilities, form committees for days/activities, and also review the class roster briefly, sign up for tracking down lost classmates. Feel free to e-mail me directly with questions, or call me at home during the day; I'm in the Richland phone book. -Jim Yount (61) - 1961 reunion communications ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Bill Didway (66) Oddly enough, I do know where LaConner is as my husband worked over in Anacortes and we stayed over on Whidby Island, running around all over that country over there. Pretty area and we enjoyed it. As to where you can get an alumni license frame -- just click onto the Richland Bombers site: and scroll down to the R2K links, click on it, scroll down to "stuff to buy" and click on that, scroll down to the license plate there and click on that and presto -- an address and information as to where you can get the frames! Can't say who the owner of that car was, but I do own a set of those frames on both my truck and car and I love them and am proud to display them!! To: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) Thanks for the scanned page from your Chief Jo Warrior annual. I know now that Mr. Verne Harvey was not the same Mr. Harvey that was a Lewis and Clark teacher. I think that Larry Mattingly (60) may have cleared that question up. However, I was delighted to see my old heartthrob and sixth grade teacher smiling back at me from that page!! Plus another of my old-time favorites, Mrs. Edwards!! Thanks for some good memories! To: Larry Mattingly (60) Boy, did you ever clear up the mystery of the two Mr. Harvey's! I remember now that Mr. Bernard and Mr. Harvey used to call each other by their first names, but not their given first names. Mr. Bernard's was Eugene and Mr. Harvey called him Gene. Mr. Harvey's was Gerald, but Mr. Bernard called him Gerry. Do you remember that? Or does anyone else remember that? *G*!! Gee, Larry, do you also remember the cute little penguins that sat on top of the buildings in Little America? Years later as my husband and I went through there, I just sat and looked at those darn penguins that I had rattled on and on about to my husband and just shook my head. What the heck was the big deal I wondered? *G*!! I remember the gift shop there at the diner too; bought many an item there as we went through. I loved my little rock collection that came in a box from there! Oh the memories of a child!!! Thanks for triggering them!! To: Jay Siegel (61) Hi there classmate! Thanks for your lovely story about Mr. Verne Harvey and clearing up where he taught in those years. He sure couldn't be in two places at once now could he? Larry Mattingly did clear up this matter, but the stories of Mr. V. Harvey have been nice to read -- seems like he was a very nice person to know and was loved by many. To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) Yeth, ya knothead, that IS the same Mr. Bernard that was my all-time favorite elementary heartthrob teacher! *G*!!!! and LOL!!! Don't know the answer to the other, but see that you beat me in answering Linda Reining (64) about our Aunt Deedee from Northridge, CA. How funny is that that we both remember that Saticoy address?!!!! Great minds and all that! *G*!!!! To: Ray Stein (64) Thanks for that email address for Mr. Bernard's nephew. I will get in touch with him and tell him what a great guy his uncle was!! To: Roxanne Knutson Short (62) Call me Roxanne at 943-1051. If I remember right, the night we were stuffing bags for the R2K reunion, you mentioned that you were looking for someone that I just may have recently acquired information about. And finally, To: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) I am so sorry to hear of your family's loss of Bill. Bill was a fellow classmate and he will be missed at next year's 40th reunion. My thoughts and prayers are with you at this time! God bless you all!! -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) I took a phone call for an associate yesterday, and low and behold I got a Bomber on the line. Bart Longmore, a southend kid (kinda) at that. We had a nice chat about Richland, getting old, and you shoulda been at Y2R, which he had never heard about (dang '64 lightweights). It's pretty amazing how small the world is, when Bombers are concerned. I once ran into Shari Ward Johnson (63) in the main terminal at Rhine Mein in Frankfurt. This was like 30 years ago, and I was so surprised to see her, that I couldn't remember her name (although I think I was an usher at she and Kurt's wedding). The forever lovely Miss Nancy and I found Roger and Sandy Fishback going the other way in a pink VW in Germany, when we were actually looking for them The best all time, "Bomber small world, guess who I ran into", story has to be Tony Harrah's about running into Mushy Smith. I'll leave it to Tony to wax eloquently on "his story". It would be interesting to hear how, when, where and under what circumstances other Bombers have hooked up. Semper Bomberus, jimbeaux -Jim Hamilton (63) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Groff Taylor (63) Re: Bill Groff (61) Just a brief note to let people know about our brother, Bill Groff. After several years of a courageous battle he lost his fight with cancer Sunday Sept. 16. We will miss him. There will be a memorial service for him in Lynnwood at the Lutheran church there, don't know the name, on Saturday 1:00. Mark Reitan, class of '63, pastor of this church, will officiate. If anyone wants to attend, feel free. Marilyn (63), Marguerite (54), and Phil (58) Groff [Bill's siblings] ******************************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) You wanted to know if Mrs. Cottrill was the mother of Linda? Yes, she is. I never had her as a teacher, but I was friends with the family in grade school. She's a really neat person. All this talk of Mr. Bernard. I couldn't place him at all until someone mentioned him teaching at Lewis and Clark. I remember him from there. I didn't have him though. Seems my entry hasn't made it into the Sandstorm as yet about receiving my R2K picture. It WAS worth the wait. Thank you for those of you that worked so hard to make it so special!! :):) -Carol Converse Maurer (64) - Eureka, CA ******************************************** >>From: Robin Morey Schildknecht (74) Re: Memory of Steve Davis It was my sophomore year, Steve a senior. Remember the dreaded dancing in P.E. all he girls lined up on one side of the gym the guys on the other, the girls standing, waiting to see if they would be chosen, hoping not to be the last one picked. (how humiliating, I can't believe they did it that way) when Steve walked right up to me, first thing. Wow, a senior picked me, a lowly soph. He sure made my day. Was he called Bear because of his size or teddy bear heart? Richland Homecoming 98, Steve's beautiful daughter was one of the princess'. Uncle Mike was her escort. Mike you hunk you! P.S. Is there a Denny's near Wallowa lake? -Robin Morey Schildknecht (74) ******************************************** >>From: Brenda Belcher Ripplinger (76) To: Patty Sweetin (76) Wow! Hi, Patty! It's kind of funny, but sometimes, certain people (for whatever reasons) become a part of our lifelong memories. You are one of those people, for me. I remember you well, from grade school at Marcus Whitman. You were the FASTEST girl in the entire school! I remember Mr. Olsen timing us while we did the 50 yard dash and your time was always the best! I've always had a competitive nature and it was my highest goal to beat you in a race. I never did, though. I also remember catching bees with you on the playground and taking out their stingers so that we could then keep them as pets (for about 15 minutes) And I remember that you went for a long train ride with your family and when you came back you kept saying that the ground looked like it was still moving! I know that feeling!! But not from travel...... it was when Nintendo first came out. I think I played Mario Brothers for about three days... non-stop! When I finally put it down (due to family intervention) everything looked like it was still moving.... the walls, the ceiling....... anyway, I thought of you and your train ride. Nice to hear you're doing well. Take care, -Brenda Belcher Ripplinger (76) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar (79) Re: School Photos and Black combs In an earlier Sandstorm, someone asked if anyone remembers getting a black comb when they got their school picture taken. I just wanted to let you know the tradition is still alive and well. My son just had his school photo taken, he brought home a little black comb. He's pretty proud of it I might add, kids are so easy to please in kindergarten. I notice the schools are getting more dependent on parent volunteers to help, (especially the younger grades). Most schools have parent sign-up sheets for being a teachers aid (one each day of the week) and a sign-up sheet for snacks. I also bring home some of the projects to help the teacher prepare for class, tonight I'll be cutting out elephants the kids colored so the teacher can put it in their memory book. I don't mind doing this, I rather enjoy being involved in my son's class. My question is, has this always been this way and I never noticed, or is this because of cut backs and lack of funds?. I don't remember seeing too many parents in school in my elementary years. -Kim Edgar (79) ******************************************** >>From: Jamie R. McDevitt (81) Re: Mr. Neihold Jenny Smart Page's (81) memory of Mr. Neihold gave me a good laugh. I took driver's ed the summer of 1978 from him and I too remember him saying those same words. However, the one thing I have never forgotten is IPDE: Identify, Predict, Decide, Execute! Recently I was driving on the University of Idaho campus where members of the Greek houses were throwing frisbees across the street to one another. Next thing I know a frisbee lands in front of my car and I immediately think IPDE! as I hit the break to avoid hitting the frat boy chasing the frisbee. Thanks, Mr. Neihold. -Jamie McDevitt (81) ******************************************** ******************************************** Funeral notice scanned from September 19, 2000 TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ~ Bill Groff ~ Class of 1961 ~ *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/21/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers and 1 Bomber Mom today. Clarence Fulcher (51) and Gloria Adams (54), Doreen Hallenbeck (51), Joan Eckert (51), Ralph Myrick (51), Helen Cross (62), Anita Cleaver (63), Jim Hamilton (63), Joe Ford (63), Linda Reining (64), Vernita Edwards (65), Mike Davis (74), BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Clarence Fulcher (51) & Gloria Adams Fulcher (54) Re: Bill Groff's death To: Marguerite and Family Our sincere sympathy in the loss of your beloved brother, Bill. He was a great guy and we were all lucky to share some time with him. We celebrate the years the Lord gave him to you to share his laughter, love and family ties. We hope our thoughts and prayers will help ease your pain. Sincerely, -Clarence Fulcher (51) & Gloria Adams Fulcher (54) ******************************************** >>From: Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51) Re: What a gathering! To: Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49) Wow, what a 3-hour session it must have been with Doris Palmer, Jean Williamson and you at the Shilo. Wish it would have been about a month later and I would join you. Having lived next door to you for a looong time, I do recall a few things such as beer parties, cars parked outside the house late at night with occupants in them, jitterbugging, Pep Club activities. Of course, being the younger sister I wasn't involved in of those things. Thanks for asking about Janet. She is still 'hanging in there' from her major stroke five years ago. We were in Chehalis visiting her in August. She is unable to walk or talk (other than a few meaningless words); her full right side is useless. Her fantastic husband sees that she has the very best of care; she is in her living room chair, watching her favorite sports channel, listens to books on tape and seems content. She does get out in the wheel chair occasionally, They do have e-mail, however, if you write her you shouldn't expect a response because she is not computer literate and Don really doesn't have time to do a lot of letter writing. If you want her e-mail address you can write me and I'll be glad to pass it along. To: All the '51ers out there Plans are coming along nicely for our 50th reunion in September of 2001 -- be sure to mark your calendar. -Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51) ******************************************** >>From: Joan Eckert Sullens (51) Re: Nostalgia Just got back from a few days up in Richland. One of my sisters lives out from town in West Richland. Driving out there I was reminded when Grosscup was the end of the line - the "dingleweeds" as we called it. We'd go out that way to swim in the canal.... and now look at the area! Driving up from Umatilla we are continually amazed at the growth of orchards and vineyards.... and houses. Houses seem to be popping up everywhere - even up on Flattop. Of course we had to check in at the Spudnut Shop. Lots of "gray hairs" in there, but also many young people. It's always busy. My sister and Mom asked if I had seen anyone I knew. I asked the, "How would I know? Unless they wear name tags, the chances of my recognizing anyone after all these years is not likely." But it still produces a warm, fuzzy feeling just to be sitting there. Richland really seems to be doing well. The homes all seem well kept and of course there are all the new ones springing up everywhere. Makes me proud to be a former Richland-ite. -Joan Eckert Sullens (51) ******************************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Re: Bomber Small World Do any of you remember a Robert Taylor? He was a student at Old Sacajawea from l944 to 1948. His mother, Doris Taylor, taught English at ColHi. His dad was superintendent of the POW camp near Horn Rapids, and that is where he lived. He said they lived in a Quonset hut and then they moved his family into a prefab. I am sure that I probably passed him in the hallways. I was a 6th grader at that time in Mrs. Watkin's class. Bob and his wife, Dianne, purchased the house next to us on Gage Blvd. in the Birchfield Meadows addition. I thought what a small world, it really is. -Ralph Myrick (51) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) To: Jim Hamilton (63) I am happy to share my surprise at finding Bombers all over the world. I was in London attending the Ceremony of the Keys at The Tower of London in late August, l996. My husband and I were attending on tickets friends of our had gotten for the 4 of us about a month prior. So after the interesting tour a "little lady in glasses", who I'd noticed had been looking at me sort of strangely during the hour or so our group of about l5 was together, said to me, "Excuse me, I have to ask..." Immediately as soon as I heard her voice, I knew it was Diane Davenport. one of my classmates since Carmichael days. We've written a few times since. She's in California, and I'm in Indiana, but maybe we can meet up again in London, as we both love to go there. One other time years ago I was at a Bomber home basketball game during one of my vacations home to see my folks etc. in Richland. I thought I saw Henry Parker across the way, so I got up and headed over, very happy to see him again. I got right up to him, and started to speak, and the guy turned around, and it wasn't Henry at all!! So I haven't seen him since I had run into him at a UW bookstore on the avenue back in l967 when he was joining the Air Force to serve our country. I'm always looking for Bombers wherever I go. Whenever I'm at Sea-Tac Airport I expect to see some Bombers I know, but I probably have missed them, because I was looking at their children and not them. Funniest thing, how old we all are. Today I was teaching pre-school at our church and we had to tell how old we were if we got the ball in a game we were playing. When I told the kids I was 56 you should have heard them all gasp in surprise that anyone could be that old, (and still teach pre-school). Such is life. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ******************************************** >>From: Anita Cleaver Heiling (63) Re: Small [Bomber] World Department Dean Heiling ('63 - my husband) is an attorney here in Portland. He had a deposition of a client in his office and found out that both his client (Paul Southworth '62? '63?) and the opposing attorney (Jack Hoffman - year?) were both Bombers! -Anita Cleaver Heiling (63) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) It was 38 years ago, today, that I invoked my senior privilege and commenced to courtin' the red headed "softmore", who was to become "The Always Lovely, and Forever Young Miss Nancy". It's been a great trip. I'm sure I swept her off of her feet, when I paid her way into the Uptown that Friday night with a crisp birthday five spot. If it wasn't that fiver it must have been my deadly combination of English Leather and the five inches of white sock showing over the top of my black converse low cuts. Regardless, the rest is history and I'm one happy Hombre. jimbeaux -Jim Hamilton (63) ******************************************** >>From: Joe Ford (63) To: Fellow Richlanders Re: Chance encounters with Richland folk Here's one small story: In about 1986, boarding a plane in Minneapolis, I saw a fellow boarding the same flight who resembled Kirk Galbraith (Col Hi '61, older brother of Reed '63, John '66 and MaryAnne ?'70?). Asked him if he were Kirk, and he answered yes, and we later chatted over the back of an airplane seat. Small world. Regards, -Joe Ford (63) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining (64) To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) You had mentioned Cambria and that a lot of people from CA retire there. Thought I would tell you about an experience I had there. In '76 when I married my second husband (now, ex). His oldest brother and his wife owned a 2-bedroom cabin; we "borrowed" the cabin for our honeymoon. But, we also had my mother; step-dad; my two daughters; Ron's twin sons; his twin brother and his two kids "visit". They didn't want us to be lonely! The cabin was nice and the area was beautiful! Deer would walk through the yard and we could walk from the top of the hill down to the water. Yes, Bakersfield is HOT! But where else can you find Buck Owens and his "Crystal Palace"; Merle Haggard; and the migrant camp that was used in "The Grapes of Wrath"? Were you at the 35th reunion? Since developing a seizure condition in '87, it has really "played" havoc with my memory and there were a lot of people there that I just could not remember. The saying, "the lights are on, but nobody's home" refers to me! -Linda Reining (64) - Bakersfield, CA ******************************************** >>From: Vernita Edwards Loveridge (65) Re: Gene Bernard I have enjoyed reading the entries about Gene Bernard, and particularly Ray Stein's (64) entry with his nephew's e-mail. My folks were good friends with Gene and Joyce Bernard as they all belonged to the West Richland Golf Club (later became the Elks Club) and I have many wonderful memories of both Gene and Joyce. They lived on Thayer, if my memory serves me correctly, in a two or three bedroom prefab that they remodeled on a regular basis. It was great fun to spend the night with them when my folks were out of town. They both wanted children and it never happened, so they welcomed the children of all their friends. I had Gene for regular Science classes at Chief Jo, but also took an "early morning" Geology class from him. Does anyone else remember those "early morning" extras that were offered to us? I think the classes ran from 7AM - 8AM, and regular classes began at 8:30AM. Most of the plays were also rehearsed in the early morning and I remember walking across the field from GWWay to the "stilt" apartments and Chief Jo in practical darkness (I'm sure my memory IS fuzzy on this one!) so that we could study Geology. We took some terrific field trips with this class. Every time I look at a rock formation and the various strata, I think of Gene. When I was living in Death Valley, Gene and Joyce stopped by and stayed several days, playing golf during the day and reminiscing in the evenings. He had had one heart attack at that time, and he died the following year. Even then, he was still gorgeous, and he and Joyce were obviously still very much in love. He regaled us with his own memories of his teaching years, and it seems to me, he said he later became a counselor. Does that sound familiar to any of the more recent Bombers? Re: Mrs. Price My favorite teacher was Mrs. Price who taught 3rd grade at Jefferson. I still laugh when I remember her clearing her desk off, and standing on top of it to dance the Mexican Hat dance. I also remember studying the Pioneers and one of the mothers bringing in a sample of "real" pioneer food. Mrs. Price counted on all of the parents participating in her class some way, so I guess the volunteerism was going on even in the 50s. -Vernita Edwards Loveridge (65) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) To: Robin Morey Schildknecht (74) Thank you for the nice story about the Bear. Actually the nickname came from my dad. My dad is kinda famous for sticking nicknames on everyone. When Steve was little he was called "Brown Bear". Naturally. over the years it was shortened to "Bear". I think the name was very appropriate considering his size and his big heart. So I'm assuming you can gather where "Boo Boo" came from. To: Everyone Else! I want to point out Robin's referring to me as a "hunk". This is a bright, intelligent, young lady. Don't question her reasoning. Whatever she says is gospel!!! I'm convinced!!! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) To: Robin Morey Schildknecht (74) What a sweet letter about Bear. My version of why he was called Bear is: One Christmas we got he and Mike the Yogi and Boo Boo Bears and thereafter called him Bear and Mike Boo Boo. (Franco and Brad and the "older" group have different versions of Boo Boo's name but that is the way he got the name) It could just as well been because of his tender heart too that Steve got the name. We still get letters and stories of something he has done or a kindness he has shown to someone. It means a lot to us, his family. We keep all the letters for his girls. They enjoy reading things about him. They were so young when he had to leave them. Robin, are you Jean Morey's daughter, the sister of Don DeWitt? Don was one of my husband's best friends. He was a fine man and we miss him. Thank you again for sharing the story about Steve. -BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/22/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers sent stuff: Carol Tyner (52), Sharon Chapman (57), Patti Jones (60), Mike Brady (61), Rose Boswell (61), Marilyn Simmons (63), Mary Ann Vosse (63), Fran Barker (64), Patty de la Bretonne (65), Brad Wear (71), Debra Dawson (74WB), Jim Rice (75) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Carol Tyner Roberts (52) Re: Blather I have been reading all the entries from both the 50s and 60s and am amazed at how many Bombers have ended up in California. When Richard Roberts (49) and I were married in 1954, we headed for Salinas, California just three days later. Richard began his career in environmental health there and then we moved to Barstow (hot, but what's the difference after Richland?) and gathered 4 kids on the way. Now settled in Grover Beach, California in happy, busy retirement. Seems like San Luis Obispo County is one of the best places ever to settle. We sure believe it. I bet there are other Bombers who are close, but don't know it. Give us a call or come by and say hello. We are "mostly" at home and always glad to share some time and a table with old friends. My brother, Bill Tyner (49), will be with us this weekend. He now lives in Canoga Park (in Los Angeles area) and keeps busy working part time and spoiling the grandkids. -Carol Tyner Roberts (52) ******************************************** >>From: Sharon Chapman McFall (57) I just discovered this website..... what a fabulous idea! I've blown off a whole morning at work reading and getting caught up. I was so happy to see some of my classmates here. Why is it that our youngest memories seem to linger so long and mean so much? To: Randy Buchanan (57) How are you? Do you remember all of the long, wonderful days of water-skiing? Also, the paper I typed for you at CBC. To: Sharon Panther (57) I can guarantee that with your wonderful figure, no one noticed your brown shoes. To: Tony Tellier (57) I'm glad to see you never lost that quirky sense of humor. I tried to send you an e-mail at compuserve today but it was returned. I have something to ask you. Seems like lots of Col-High grads ended up here in the Phoenix area. A few from our class that live or lived here are Betsy Crosley, Linda Gibson, George Batson, Jack Davis, Gary Hunt , George Mulligan. and Annie Parker. -Sharon Chapman McFall (57) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Jones Ahrens (60) To: Roxanne Knutsen (62) Thank-you, Roxanne, for putting my idea of the city being with name and year in the Alumni Sandstorm. I think I am finally catching up after three class reunions this summer. With a memorial in late March, all of it brought me to Richland four times. After getting caught up on my work, I can finally get on the computer to write the Sandstorm again. Attending the club 40 reunion for the first time was an honor. Meeting classmates from years before was fun and interesting. Listening to the various Bombers talk of their experiences of their years in school, brought interesting conversation. Pride always stands out the most. The pride of being a Bomber. Yes, the music was too loud on friday night, but that night prepared everyone for saturday night. The Shilo staff did an excellent job of keeping the smiles going helping everyone. Dinner was good (for a hotel). The company was great. The music was outstanding. The 20 piece band kept the music where Bombers could dance or talk. Saturday night reminded me of a senior prom without formals. Everyone was finely dressed. Bombers have done it again, a wonderful gathering of old and new friends. Special thanks to the 40's club committee. Richland, Washington is a great place to take a vacation. In getting ready to go to the Puyallup Washington Fair on sunday, I decided to wear my R2K t-shirt in hopes I would see a Bomber. Starting out of the rest room, a lady tugged at my shirt to slow me down. Susan (68) was so excited I wasn't sure what she was saying at first. Finally realized she was talking about my t-shirt, and that she was a Bomber. We talked for a few minutes. Susan had not heard about R2K until afterward. Getting updated on everything, we parted with a promise from me, to send her the Sandstorm Link. Done deal. Hope your enjoying, Susan. To: Maren Smyth (64) Maren Could you put your address in the Sandstorm so I can send my sandstorm subscription money. In all my travels forgot to send it. My apologies. Also, may I suggest that you put your address in once a month so new people will continue to send you their subscription moneys. Did I get it to the right address this time, Maren? [For privacy, we don't *ANY* snail mail addresses in the Alumni Sandstorm. If anybody wants mine, ask and ye shall receive. -Maren] Double cheers to the R2K committee for the wonderful Bomber picture. Fireworks and Bombers, they go together. Bomber Cheers -Patti Jones Ahrens (60) - Browns Point, WA ******************************************** >>From: Mike Brady (61) Re: Jim Hamilton's (63) comments about meeting up with Bombers in unsuspecting places About 15 years ago I was riding the ferry from Kingston to Edmonds. I was sitting on the upper deck, and I looked up from a book I was reading, and said to myself, "there's Donald Coffman (61)." Then I thought, "No. It can't be." On the way down to my car, I saw him sitting in his car so I walked over and asked him his name. Yes, it was the same Donald I had in my K-6 at Sacajawea. Another time, I was in a movie theatre in Kirkland watching "The Natural" and seated about three rows in front of me was Billye Conley (61). And to top it off, I once walked into a travel agency about one half mile from my house, and who is working there... none other then our very own Jim Hamilton (63). I later found out that Jim coached my step daughter in soccer and my wife has known Jim and his family for years. Watch out... there are Bombers everywhere! -Mike Brady (61) ******************************************** >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) Re: Bill Groff (61) I'm so sorry to hear about Bill Groff. He and I were emailing to each other and he told me he wasn't well. I wondered what happened to him. He told me he and his wife were going to see one of their children. and I didn't hear anything after that. It's really hard to lose friends. -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Simmons Arnold (63) Re: Bombers' small world Several years ago my husband and I were in the Louvre and my husband spotted Terence Knox [aka Terry Davis-65]. I never knew Terry in school (he is younger), only had seen him on TV, but because of my husband's encouragement went over to say hello. He was very friendly (think he kindly said he remembered me) and we had a picture taken together. On a more serious note, I remember Marilyn Groff (63) well and want to extend my sympathy to her and her family. Comforting to know that Mark Reitan ('63) will perform the service for her brother. -Marilyn Simmons Arnold (63) ******************************************** >>From: Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63) Re: Chance Encounters With Bombers Some years back, when I was working in an law firm in Kent, WA, one of our clients was George Stephens (58), and brother of Larry Stephens (63). George graduated with my husband Paul's brother, Gordon Hirst, and of course Larry graduated with Paul and me in '63. Just prior to the time I met George, who is a dentist, his dental hygienist had moved to Missouri. She was Donna Bowers Rice (63). -Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63) ******************************************** >>From: Fran Barker (64) I'm Fran Barker, I was in the class of 64 but didn't graduate with the class. I dropped out in spring 63 to get married. I went back later and finally got my diploma in 78. Pamela Barker Bobiles (66) is my sister. Jeff (68) is my brother. There's a whole bunch more kids after us. I had Mrs. Pugh for 1st grade and Mr. Carlson for half of 5th (?) grade after my original teacher got pregnant. My best friend was Lynda Anderson (64) who already died. I'd like to know if she left any family and how could I contact them. We all grew up on Birch and went to Spalding, then Carmichael, then Col Hi. -Fran Barker (64) ******************************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) To: Jim Hamilton (and Nancy) I must say I always enjoy your little forays onto Memory Lane re Nancy. It is so sweet. Is it real or are you just in trouble all the time? And Nancy, it was fun to see you at the reunion, you look wonderful! -Patty de la Bretonne (65) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Wear (71) To: Vernita Edwards (65) Vernita, Thanks for the memories of Gene Bernard, he was one of my favorite people of all time. Rates right up there with Mike Mathews. I used to get kicked out of class everyday in 7th grade so I could go talk with Gene about hunting and fishing. Little did I know he was guiding me in a subtle manner when we would talk. Clint Knox (71), Gary Thomas (71), and several others would all get kicked out at the same time and go meet with him. I still think of him every time I'm in the field hunting or fishing, or when I see a light blue and white International Scout. If I remember right both Gene and the women's counselor at Chief Jo were very attractive. I can't remember who she was, I just remember she was a piece of gear. To: Ray Stein (64) Ray, I thought you were on the East coast, didn't know you came back to Washington. If you are you're close to WSU, do you ever make it to any Sig Ep chapter meetings? -Brad Wear (71) ~~ WSU '75 ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) To: Kim Edgar (79) Re: Parent Helpers in Elementary School Do you remember being taught to read in Kindergarten? All I can remember from K in Marcus Whitman was nap time, when one lucky student got to tiptoe around the room with a magic wand, while the rest of us were forced to lie down on our "blankies" and go to sleep, whether we wanted to or not. I also remember hearing about the day John Glenn circumnavigated the globe from outer space, but no one taught me anything else of consequence at school in Kindergarten. I learned how to read at home, from my parents and older sisters. Now, children are expected to know or to learn the fundamentals of reading in Kindergarten from Day 1. I know this because I substitute teach in the Spokane area, and I was called in on Day 2 of the Kindergarten experience 2000. One of the childrens' tasks was to copy the date from the chalkboard, then write/draw in their journal. The date was NOT 9/5/00, but September 5, 2000. After copying these 18 characters from the board, they were to draw a picture, write something, or dictate to the teacher/teacher's aide a story to go along with the picture. The majority of the class managed this task acceptably or successfully, but one of the boys was in tears, and another had to move up front so he could carefully copy the date as written on the board, which left him no time for the all-important individual journal entry. Most of the others made a guess at the date, close is good enough, and continued on with their journal. I was able to read ABC's and 123's in Kindergarten because of what I'd learned at home. Nowadays, children have to learn more basics at earlier ages and from day care centers or preschools. I would say the most divergence in ability level is in Kindergarten and First Grade, because some kids have had a lot of home/child care instruction and some have had none. In my youth in Richland, EVERYONE had a stay-at- home Mom, a Dad who read the paper before bussing or carpooling out to the Area to work, and a Kindergarten teacher who expected you to take a nap, color worksheets, and maybe share. School is much more demanding now. Parents are recruited as volunteers not only for their own children, but for the children who don't have stay-at- home moms, or dads, period. Kindergartners are expected to know the alphabet, numbers through 10, at least, and a lot of other facts and skills. Say goodnight to nap time, because they DON'T waste time on that anymore! My class barely had time to eat lunch before I had to rush them off to music. Rest assured, the teacher is doing his/her fair share, and relies upon your help to get everyone in the class up to grade level expectations, which are higher than when we were in elementary school. He/she also has to accommodate gifted and needy students IN the classroom, because it is politically incorrect to "track" students and segregate them into ability-level groups, as was the norm when the Class of 74 attended Marcus Whitman or Jason Lee. Bottom line, I guess, is that teachers are being held more accountable now, students are expected to perform at higher levels at earlier ages, and parents who have the time/money/patience to help not only their own kids, but others, are a rare commodity in our society. I appreciate what you do, and even if you never hear a thank you from anyone else, I hope this is confirmation of the value of parent involvement in public education everywhere. Thank you! -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Rice (75) Re: Bomber small world (sort of) A couple years ago, I was standing in line at Hechinger's, a hardware store in the D.C. suburbs, when I noticed that the guy in front of me had on a Bomber shirt. Turns out he wasn't really a Bomber, but rather a guy who worked for the DOE and made frequent trips to Richland. A wannabe, I guess. Re: Oh, no, not Denny's again This headline and story appeared in today's Washington Post: Denny's Daring Entree. It's Sunday after church. Eggs fry. Bacon sizzles. The faithful, decked out in splendid attire, flock to Benning Road NE to experience a little miracle of sorts: a Denny's restaurant. "A little miracle of sorts"? I had to double check the byline and make sure it wasn't by Mike Davis (74). -Jim Rice (75) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/23/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 Bombers sent stuff: Larry Mattingly (60), Fran Barker (64), Linda Reining (64), Janie O'Neal (65), Shirley Collings (66), Brad Upton (74), Jeff Osborn (82) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Yes, I do remember the "Gene" and "Gerry" bit. Gene Bernard's room was the one on the end and Gerald Harvey's was the next one in. Remember the liberal applications of that big paddle they had? Their two main targets, Gene Reynolds and Bill Amburghy (both 60 WB) have passed on from this world. As for the penguins.... I vaguely remember that it had something to do with a part of Antarctica that had a lot of Penguins and it was named "Little America". I heard a couple of stories about it over the years but they escape me now. Do you remember the thousands of round stones lying all about the fields alongside the hiway near Little America? And the signs "Petrified Watermelons" "Take a few home"? And, as long as I am on this thread, the great Burma-Shave signs? "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Tacoma, WA ******************************************** >>From: Fran Barker (64) Does anyone remember the day George Aasel made a run past the girl's P.E. class clad only in a towel? Mr. Chitty had had a heart attack in the boy's locker room, and he [George] ran to call an ambulance. Mr. Chitty recovered. -Fran Barker (64) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining (64) To: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) Re: Kindergarten My grandson is in Kindergarten and he is expected to know his "complete" address: Number; Street; City; and State. He is also expected to know his phone number; the first and last name of his parents; and where they work. He is also learning to "write" short sentences; stories about animals that they are studying; and also has "centers" --- different areas in the classroom for reading; science; etc. There is no such thing as "nap-time". He starts school at 8:15 and gets out at 1:15. He has "homework" almost daily. He is learning "simple" Arithmetic; and also learning how to "count" money. (don't think I learned to count money till 4th grade, in Miss Jones' class at Spalding). I am very glad I got to go kindergarten when the "hardest" thing I had to know was my name. -Linda Reining (64) ~ Bakersfield, CA ******************************************** >>From: Janie O'Neal Janssen (65) Re: My Favorite Teacher Everyone has been writing about their favorite teachers. Well here's my entry. Mrs. Gustophson (not sure of the spelling but I have seen entries by her son). What a wonderful and lovely lady. It was the fifth grade and I was new at school. It just so happened my mother who worked, was pregnant and trying to take care of me and my 5 yr. old sister, decided that was the year I should start learning how to pin curl my own hair. Of course she decided this the night before pictures were to be taken. I remember sitting in front of the T.V. watching Elvis Presley on the Ed Sullivan show, trying to figure out exactly how to go about that. Also, the biggest thing on me were my two front teeth. I remember some of the boys in the class (relax I won't name names but you know who you are) constantly reminded me of that. I remember I didn't want to go out to recess so Mrs. Gustophson let me stay inside and we read Charlotte's Web. She was reading it to the whole class but a couple of times she would read ahead a little to me. Then one day when we were doing nail check for personal hygiene, well I'd just been out at recess digging in the dirt looking for a ring I'd just lost and my nails were dirty. When the monitor checked my nails I just about died. You see if you had dirty nails your name would go up on the black board. I thought I would break down crying right there. Mrs. Gustophson said "Let me see your nails." Then she said "Well, the problem is your nails are very long and it's hard to keep long nails clean. Try putting polish on them." And my name didn't go up on the board. This was just a few times she came to my rescue. I could go on and on about how sensitive she was with her students. I left that school before the school year was up but I left with a feeling I really had someone on my side. It's scary being a new kid, but with a teacher like her it worked out pretty good. I now love to read because she taught me reading could be fun and I have the best manicured nails in town. Of course it helps to own a hair salon, but she did teach me the importance of good grooming. -Janie O'Neal Janssen (65) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) To: Brad Wear (71) Could Mrs. Mildred Anderson have been the Chief Jo girls' counselor whom you were trying to recall? Check this link from my 1961 Chief Jo annual: To use your own words, "I can't remember who she was, I just remember she was a piece of gear." :) Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Brad Upton (74) Re: Bomber's Small World In the summer of 1978 I was in London standing out in front of Buckingham Palace with a bunch of tourists watching the changing of the guard. Someone grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. It was Dick Cartmell (73) and his lovely bride, Megan Johnson (73), on their honeymoon. -Brad Upton (74) ******************************************** >>From: Jeff Osborn (82) Re: Chance meeting with Bombers in unsuspecting places While vacationing in Disneyland this summer with the family, I ran into Pam Morris (82), one of our cheerleaders and a heck of an athlete if I recall. She was taking her kids to the park and staying at the same hotel... the Anaheim Fairfield Inn. It's ironic because whenever I go somewhere off the beaten path I usually expect to run into someone I know.... and usually do. It's always great to see old friends and classmates in places you wouldn't expect to. -Jeff Osborn (82) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/24/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 Bombers sent stuff: Judy Willox (61), Kim Watson (62), Gary Behymer (64), Linda McKnight (65), Michael West Rivers (68WB), Dan Smart (71), Mike Davis (74), Kathy Hodgson (76), Kellie Walsh (77) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Larry Mattingly (60) Oh yes, indeed I do remember that infamous paddle that was wielded liberally when things were not right in the Mr. G's area. It was one of Mr. Bernard's boys that caught the sting of that paddle when Mr. B. defended my honor as I spoke about before. And thus, endearing him to me forever! (Mr. B, that is, not the boy!) I remember feeling guilty with every whack I heard that kid get, and yet I had done nothing to feel guilty about. I hadn't even tattled on the kid, he just plain got caught in the act! But I felt all eyes on me in the classroom and felt miserable at the time. I am not sure that I remember the flat rocks and the "watermelon" signs, but sure do remember the Burma Shave signs. They were Deedee's and my favorite thing to watch for when we took family vacations. You must have taken a lot of trips to Colorado, too, to be going the way you were. Anyway, I have been wracking my brain to bring some of those jingles up since I read your entry today. Am going to have to do some more serious thinking on those. Hey, maybe all you Bombers out there can help us out. Let's get those Burma Shave jingles a rolling. *G*!! Another thing that I remember the same as you do, is a highway. I speak of US 287, which is also a part of US 30. I remember that part between Laramie, Wyoming and Fort Collins, Colorado. Fort Collins, which was my Dad's hometown and has a lot of Willox names around the place, was where we went when we went back to see all Dad's side of the family. Then on to Denver where the other half seemed to be. Anyway, instead of going all the way to Cheyenne, Wyoming on the good highway, Dad found this little shortcut to Fort Collins and we would always take it much to my chagrin. I hated that road -- narrow, windy, steep and lousy all the way! But like you, I knew it well! *G*!! What I don't seem to remember is you in Lewis and Clark school and only a year ahead of me to boot. I lived on Craighill down in the south end. What street did you live on? Isn't it funny how we run into people later in life only to find out what a close proximity we had beforehand? It's a lot of fun though. isn't it? -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland, WA ******************************************** >>From: Kim Watson Kahl (62) To: Jim Hamilton (63) Jim... Has your email address changed? I sent mail to you last week and it was returned... I am wanting to know if Tom K. has ever gotten online and if so, could you send his email address to me? Thanks. -Kim Watson Kahl (62) ******************************************** >>From Gary Behymer (64) Re: Bomber Small World Department Several years ago my wife and I were in an art gallery at Cannon Beach chatting with the owner... who turned out to be a Kennewick Lion... a few jokes followed and another couple joined us... Janice Turner (65) and her husband. We talked 'Bomber Mania' for a bit and then parted. I didn't know Janice nor she me... but the term 'Richland Bombers' brought a smile to the both of us (;-) -Gary Behymer (64) ~ Colfax, WA ******************************************** >>From: Linda McKnight (65) Re: Bomber Small World Segment. Here are three small world contributions. One is a reverse one. My Mom drove with me to Jefferson to enroll me in first grade. We had just moved to Richland and the car was full of lamps of other stuff. I was to guard the car while she dashed in to get the necessary papers. She was gone forever, and when she finally came out she said she ran into a school chum from her high school in Lewistown, Montana, who was also registering her kids for school. Small world, huh? Around 1977 or 1973, I was living in Portland and working downtown in the winter. We had a fierce ice storm during the day and the streets were covered. Well, those of you from Portland know that traffic comes to a halt. All the buses were full and tons of people were waiting on the street corners. A friend and I decided to go into a bar to wait where it was warm and have a glass of wine. I ran into a fellow Bomber, Jeff Boston (64) waiting for the rush to subside too. Wow! meeting someone from home in an ice storm. Then, around 1986 or 1987, I was selling real estate at Lutz Snyder on McLoughlin Ave. in Milwaukie, OR. I'm on the phone to a potential hot prospect, and there is this commotion next to me. I'm thinking how rude while I'm the phone. I get off the phone and look up and there is Nina Jones (65) smiling at me. We were in girl scouts together in school. And, Nina is one of the first people I see at reunions. She even was the escrow officer for a house I bought. Hey, Nina, we need to get together for lunch, girl, I miss you!!!! -Linda McKnight (65) ******************************************** >>From: Michael West Rivers (68WB) Re: "Tiny's" As long as we are on the subject of "signs".... Does any one remember the little white and blue signs, "TINY'S; Cashmere, Washington"? Any where one went (at least OUTSIDE Washington), they had those little signs. One day outside Gold Field, Nevada; I couldn't handle it any more and had to "snag" one! :o) Still have it. -Michael West Rivers (68, W.arner B.rother) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Dan Smart (71) Date: Fri Sep 22 02:27:34 2000 Hi Class of 1971 Hi everyone who knows me & to those who don't I wish we could have met sooner. Great page. Please add me to your next update. -Dan Smart (71) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) To: Brad Upton's (74) Re: Chance meeting of the Cartmells (73) in London Little did you know, Brad, that I too was in that crowd! I saw you and the Cartmells from across the street in front of Denny's where me and Lindsay Wagner were sitting in the aqua car watching "The changing of the Grand Slams!" Quite the moment, I'll never forget it! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Hodgson Lucas (76) Re: Spalding School As an elementary student at Spalding, the only parent volunteers I remember were the room mothers (one per class) and those who came in to help with class holiday parties. Today, each class has sign-up sheets ready at Back-to-School Night requesting daily help with reading and writing projects, assignment corrections, and one-on-one. Then there's the PTA/PTO requesting volunteers for school projects, special events, fund raisers, etc. The children's' faces light up when they see their parent(s) appear in class, and soon that extends to other parents' appearances as well. The teachers can get a point across much more effectively when parent volunteers circulate among the students as they learn writing techniques, or when a parent simply changes the artwork on the walls, freeing up the teacher's time for more important things. Parents get a birds eye view of what goes on in their child's classroom and can keep abreast of their child's progress in between report periods. It's a terrific use of human resource, and the teachers I've worked with are always extremely appreciative. Middle and High schools also need plenty of help. One doesn't need to have a child in the school system to volunteer. Call a school of your choice and see what you can do. -Kathy Hodgson Lucas (76) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Kellie Walsh Patterson (77) This is just a quick note to those who attended R2K, especially those from the class of '77. Back in 1982, I remember thinking that if I was to have a baby that year at age 23, the child would grow up to graduate in the year 2000 -- Little did I know I'd be HAVING a child in the year 2000! Yes, although I may not have been the only one pregnant at R2K, I certainly was the oldest. But nine weeks later, on August 28th, I gave birth to our 2nd daughter, Claire Michelle Patterson. She weighed 7lb, 6 oz, and measured 19.5 in. long. I was so glad to be able to attend the reunion. It was a lot of fun. Thanks everyone for all your warm wishes while I was there in Richland. Now if you can all just think, "Give them sleep, give them sleep." Proud new mom (again), Kellie Walsh Patterson (77) P.S. Thanks again Mike for your very sweet e-mail card. Your thoughtfulness was greatly appreciated. -Kellie Walsh Patterson (77) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/25/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Mike Clowes (54), Ken Heminger (56WB), Tom Hughes (56) Betty McElhaney (57), Barbara Seslar (60), John Adkins (62) Marilyn Swan (63), Ron Richards (63), Pam Hunt (66) Treg Owings (76) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Burma-Shave Signs Don't remember if this is one or not: A guy, a car A miss, a curve He kissed the miss And missed the curve Burma-Shave All is not lost, except my mind, however. Someone wrote a book devoted to the insidious signs. That's about as far as the memory cells take me today. -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ~ Albany, OR ******************************************** >>From: Ken Heminger (56WB) Someone mentioned the round rocks and the watermelon sign that accompanied them. While traveling with my folks as a kid I remember seeing them, not sure where though. The way I remember them was there would be a sign that said "Petrified Watermelons 500 feet ahead" Then there would be a field of these round rocks that did resemble watermelons. There would be another sign that said "Petrified Watermelons, take one home to your Mother-in-law". There were a few other equally funny signs along the road but the only other one that I still remember was "Emergency Rest rooms 500 feet ahead." Again you would come upon a field and out in the middle were two 35 gallon drums brightly painted and one said "His" and the other said "Hers". As I recall all those areas were put up by the "Stinky Service station." The Logo was a Skunk. I remember my dad saying we will have to get gas there. When we arrived at the station there was a line of cars a mile long to get in. My dad didn't think it worth the wait so we found another station. -Ken Heminger (56WB) ******************************************** >>From: Tom Hughes (56) Re: Highway signs Several people have mentioned highway signs that they remember. We used to go back to Oklahoma every year for vacation and driving across the Idaho desert there were always signs along the highway put there by a service station in Napa, Idaho. After one long boring straight stretch of nothing but sand and sagebrush was a huge sign. All it said was "BORING, ISN'T IT!" Fearless Ferris, the Stinker, Napa, Idaho. Along another stretch was a sign, "Please Don't Pick the Wildflowers". Another that someone else referred to was out in a field of large round rocks. It said "Petrified Watermelons, take one home to your mother-in-law". All were signed with the little skunk and Fearless Ferris, the Stinker, Napa, Idaho. -Tom Hughes (56) ~ Auburn, WA ******************************************** >>From: Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) Reading about Kindergarten and what is expected of the children, brought back memories of when our son entered Kindergarten. The summer before we were notified that he would have to come in for testing. So I took him over to the school and waited out in the hall while the teachers questioned him. After he came out I noticed some papers he was carrying and asked him what they were. He said I couldn't have them until we got home, as that was what the teacher told him. When I got home and he gave me the papers and when I read them I was really upset. They stated that they had found a problem and wanted a meeting with my husband and myself to discuss the problem, and to please call for an appointment. We called and it was a month before we could get in to see them. It was a month of agony wondering what was the matter and what problem he had. We had very good friends that had moved close to us, they were in their seventies at the time and spent a lot of time with us. They sat with our son when we went in for the meeting. When we got there and asked what the problem was we were told that they had asked him to draw a picture of a man (right away I thought, "Oh no! It's anatomically correct!") Wrong - thank goodness! He had drawn a stick figure and didn't put the hands and feet on it. I asked if this was a serious problem and if we should hold him back a year. They said no, no problem. Our elderly friends were so upset, He went to the superintendent of schools who he bowled with and told him if he knew his grandson (which he wasn't) was going to have to pass a test for kindergarten he would have sent him to Harvard first. Re: Highways and signs Remember the Highways well. We made the trip back to Oklahoma 9 times so I remember Little America and the cut off to Ft. Collins. Also the Burma Shave signs, Stinker's stations, signs saying "Petrified Watermelons. Take One Home To Your Mother-in-law". My brother-in-law did and Mom had it for years. Driving late one night and my Dad pulled over and we all went to sleep in the car. Almost froze, Woke up the next morning and we were stopped on the Continental Divide. Wasn't it a beautiful scenic drive clear across the state of Wyoming? Thanks again. Take care, -Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) ******************************************** >>From: Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) Re: Burma Shave Signs Several have written in about the Burma Shave signs. My family used to see them as we travel from Richland to Nebraska every couple of years. If you do a search on the Internet for "Burma Shave" you'll actually come across a fifties site with the slogans. -Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60) ******************************************** >>From: John Adkins (62) Re: R2K Picture All of the Bomber Bowl Pictures have been delivered or mailed. By now I believe they should have reached their destinations. If you ordered a picture, and have not received it, please e-mail me. I will take all steps necessary to "get it right". -John Adkins (62) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Swan Beddo (63) Re: Burma-Shave signs To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Those Burma-Shave signs you mentioned show up on a website you can access at: Alan McMurtry (61) sent me an email about a year ago about this website. It also has many other "fifties" era interests. I too remember those Burma-Shave signs as they helped to break the monotony on those 3 day driving trips to visit the relatives near Wichita, Kansas. I remember my Dad getting such a kick out of those signs. Guess we were easily entertained back in those days! Also remember stopping at Little America in Wyoming. I loved that gift shop, I still can't go on vacation without stopping at every gift shop between here and our destination, much to my husbands dismay! It's funny how little things remain in our minds and someone triggers a memory for us. What I remember most about Little America is (because in the fifties I was still a pretty young child) they had the biggest ice cream cones I can ever remember anywhere! -Marilyn Swan Beddo (63) ~ Salt Lake City, UT ******************************************** >>From: Ron Richards (63) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) US 287 between Fort Collins and Laramie is a fine road now. Compared with the alternative of taking I-25 and I-80 through Cheyenne, US 287 saves at least 35 minutes to or from Denver. It is also much more scenic. To bypass Fort Collins and save even more time you can take the Budweiser plant turn off. For some that could bring back more high school memories. -Ron Richards (63) ~ Centennial, CO ******************************************** >>From: Pam Hunt Cadd (66) Re: Burma-Shave To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) and other Burma Shave fans Several decades' worth of Burma Shave jingles are captured at this site: Many smiling memories there. Before the interstates, family vacations were slower but more entertaining. -Pam Hunt Cadd (66) ******************************************** >>From: Treg Owings (76) My Grandpa was Henry Owings. I'm sure many of you knew him as he came to Richland in the 40s. He passed away in August of '96, 2 months from being 100. He had a joke he would tell that I would like to remember. Maybe someone could help. It was about Archiball Barbasol (I think). Anyone willing to give it a try? He used to get watermelons and have all the neighborhood kids over. Anyone remember that? -Treg Owings (76) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/26/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers sent stuff: Mary Triem (47), Ralph Myrick (51), Lequita Branum (55), Ken Heminger (56WB), Sue Garrison (58), John Northover (59), Larry Mattingly (60), Denny Johnson (62WB), Jim House (63), Patricia de la Bretonne (65), Shirley Collings (66), Barbara Franco (67), Rick Valentine (68), Mark Saucier (70), Debra Dawson (74WB), Kim Edgar (79) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) Thanks to all those who shared the Burma-Shave site with us. I scrolled through several years and thoroughly enjoyed another trip down memory lane. Our family made the annual trek back to Missouri and we loved those signs - of course Little America, WY too. We stopped at a Little America while driving from FL to Richland in 1999 and somehow it didn't have the same magic it did when I was a kid!! Another tourist attraction that my sons enjoyed was Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Flying is wonderful, but sight- seeing in this great USA can't be beaten! -Mary Triem Mowery (47) ******************************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) To: Treg Owings (76) I bowled with your grandfather. He was an inspiration to all of us bowling in the senior league. We all had a big 100 blowout planned for Henry, but the good Lord called him home before we had a chance. We all miss him and are wondering if he is still knocking pins down in some heavenly bowling alley. -Ralph Myrick (51) ******************************************** >>From: Lequita "Lea" Branum Clark (55) Re: Signs To: Tom Hughes (56) Please, Tom, don't confuse Napa with Nampa. I live in Nampa, Idaho. I remember going through Idaho before I ever moved here and remembering the Fearless Ferris Stations and the skunks in a cage out in front of the service stations. I too, remember the sign "Boring, Isn't It?" That is all it needed to say. You got the message..... Idaho does have some beautiful places.. -Lequita "Lea" Branum Clark (55) ******************************************** >>From: Ken Heminger (56WB) It would appear that many of us passed by those "Petrified Watermelons" at one time or another.. -Ken Heminger (56WB) ******************************************** >>From: Joretta "Sue" Garrison Pritchett (58) HEY EVERYONE: New ornaments are available for the holidays: RICHLAND BOMBERS, and HANFORD FALCONS (yes, we have many kids and grandkids who graduated at that other school). Check them out at the Richland Senior Center, 8-5pm. You may also call Sue to arrange for evening or weekend pickup (946-9087). ALL PROCEEDS go to the "building fund" for the new Richland Community Center. Richland Seniors Assoc. website at: Ornament Order Form -Joretta "Sue" Garrison Pritchett (58) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: John Northover (59) Re: Burma-Shave To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Bob, Burma-Shave ... a bit of history: -John Northover (59) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) Re: More "tourist stuff". Remember the old board fences around the "albino deer", live rattle snakes, white buffalo and other wild-west tourist traps? They always parked you so you didn't see the front of your car when you came out to leave. The next time you stopped, you found they had wired a sign to your front bumper. (No bumper stickers in those days). That was so the drivers headed toward you (and them) would see the sign and stop. I only remember one set of signs from the travels of my youth, but it has been a long-time favorite. Not sure if it was a Burma-Shave: "Curious fly, vinegar jug, slippery edge, pickled bug". "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Tacoma, WA ******************************************** >>From: Denny Johnson (62WB) To: Treg Owings (76) If its the same joke - I recall the story as Archibald Assolebroke -- trying to keep it as clean as possible... This "joke" is largely for those that can deliver rapid-fire, concise pronunciation..... and is not really funny in text form, hence I won't recount it here..... This is a joke I have done numerous times in the past - somewhat of a tongue-twister, and the dare is issued to anyone that can repeat the joke, word-for- word upon hearing it the first time.... guaranteed no one will take the bet... it involved some anti-PC introduction of Archibald with a speech impediment in the first or second grade, and was concerned with phonetic spelling and the breakdown of the polysyllabic term into its individual syllables and then you say it - spell it - next syllable, say it - spell it.... Starts out... "m-m-m-m-my n-n-n-n-name is Ar-Ar-Ar- Archibald Assolebroke... th-th-th-that's an A R C H is your Arch, is your I, is your Arch-i... B A L D is your bald, is your i-bald, is your Archibald..." in deference to the more sensitive members of the readership - I will stop here, but the story is much more appreciated (and less likely to be repeated) about halfway through the keg... -Denny Johnson (62WB) ******************************************** >>From: Jim House (63) Re: Burma-Shave To: Pam Hunt (66) Thanks for the link to Burma-Shave. Needless to say I read all of them tonight, from 1921 through 1963. They bring back fond memories of trips with my family. More than 50 of them pertain to driving tips that will come in handy at my next safety meeting. Perhaps this one from 1948 was seen on the road to Richland. We don't Know how To split an atom But as to whiskers Let us at 'em Burma-Shave I suspect that all the lessons I needed in life were on those little signs. I offer the following for 2000. If you missed Your friends Of yesterday You should have gone To R2K Burma-Shave -Jim House (63) ******************************************** >>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65) I'm so glad the R2K pictures are all sent out. However, I was not able to attend and did not order a pic, I ordered a t-shirt, which I still have not received. Any word on when those will be sent? Can I send postage $ to help it along? I've already paid for the shirt. Attention Kathy Hoff Conrad? Thanks. -Patricia de la Bretonne (65) ******************************************** >>From: Barbara Franco Sherer (67) Re: Music I'm only two weeks behind in reading my Sandstorms, so I'm responding to the discussion on music. My parents had all of us (6 children) take music lessons. We took lessons because we would allegedly continue to play or at least enjoy the music from those instruments into adulthood. Adulthood? Who cared about adulthood? My dad also felt it would give us discipline. Some were definitely more disciplined than others. One summer my brother Marc (66) and I weren't going to camp until August, so we were told to choose an instrument; we were talking music lessons in summer school. Dad didn't want us "sitting around doing nothing". We each chose the french horn. We lived on the corner of Davison and Harris at the time in a "R" house (two story). I have no doubt that my parents, as well as Meekers and Barrs and Janoses, regretted that decision at times. Neither of us continued with the french horn, although did study other instruments. A couple months ago, a national study showed that only about 25% of the schools in this country have music programs. Those schools with music programs consistently show higher academic scores as well as SATs. I was amazed at this report. Although I know all school districts have to struggle at times to keep a music program with ongoing budget reductions, I had know idea that so few schools had no program at all. I took it for granted going through the Richland schools, as well as for my children going through the Bellevue schools. Now I appreciate these programs and all the terrific band and jazz teachers they have had. And yes.. .I continue to enjoy all kinds of music in my pseudo adulthood, just as my father predicted. (Although I only marginally play the piano.) Go Bombers! -Barbara Franco Sherer (67) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Valentine (68) Re: Road Signs My favorite Road Sign was 'Where the Hell is Wall Drug'. After many years of seeing these signs, one year on vacation our family stopped in Wall, South Dakota (I think it was in South Dakota) and found Wall Drug. As I remember it was the ultimate clip joint for souvenirs. We talked my dad into buying a bumper sticker and put it on the old '59 Chevy Station wagon (a rival to Clark Griswald's land yacht), I also remember eventually having to scrape it off with a razor blade. -Rick Valentine (68) ~ Spokane, WA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Rick--Yes, that tourist trap is in South Dakota. I went there, too - in RECENT years!! -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Mark Saucier (70) Re: Stinker Gas Stations To: Ken Heminger (56 WB) If I remember correctly the Stinker Station attendants were women in short shorts (the gasoline version of Hooters). Of course everyone's sensitivities would be aroused by this type of display today (sic). Enjoy reading the banter. -Mark Saucier (70) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) Re: Burma-Shave Burma-Shave slogans were featured in one of Sue Grafton's alphabet mysteries. I believe it was in her latest book - O is for Outlaw. I thought she was making the slogans up, they were so silly, but from the sounds of it, she was quoting actual signs. I'm NOT quoting, but as I recall, one theme was something like: Is your man a sloppy jerk? Snores a lot and doesn't work? Does he always misbehave? Give your man a Burma-Shave! Re: Moving Vietnam Memorial Wall My son and I visited the moving Vietnam Memorial Wall last month in Ferndale, Washington. I was surprised that it was in such a small, out-of-the-way community. It hasn't been to Spokane, after all! Anyway, here is a website you can visit to see where it will be and when. I recommend seeing it if you get the chance. It's very stunning, as in an absorbing emotional experience. People lay pictures, flowers, letters, etc. in front of loved ones' names, so it's a very personal and powerful memorial. -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar (79) Re: Humor To: Mike Davis (74) & Brad Upton (74) You guys crack me up. Keep it going. It brightens up my day! Re: Kindergarten I'm told by my son's teacher that most of her kids will be reading by January, counting money, and doing arithmetic. The kids also have Gym class on Monday mornings (my son's favorite) instead of recess and Music on Thursdays. Apparently, most of the kids in my son's class have had late birthdays and have been in preschool for two years. (Yes, he has homework as well). When I attended school, Kindergarten was used to prepare kids socially for school, as well as cut the apron strings from mom. Some days, I do miss the naps, I wish we could take them at work. Re: Walk-a-thons Scottie's school is having a walk-a-thon to raise money for the school. My son and I spent last weekend combing the neighborhoods asking for pledges, I hated doing that as a kid, and much less as an adult (I did enjoy the walk-a-thons and dance-a-thon, I just didn't like asking for money). However, I know it's for a good cause and it's teaching my son about charity and helping the community. Bomber Cheers! -Kim Edgar (79) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/27/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers, 1 Bomber Mom and 1 funeral notice today. Richard Roberts (49), Dick Pierard (52), John Northover (59), Missy Keeney (60), Betty Neal (62), David Rivers (65), Patty Spencer (65), Carol Hodgson (66), Bryon White (76) and Eileen Evans (75-HHS), Tami Lyons (76), Julie Ham (77), BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) Burma-Shave signs we watched for on our infrequent trips back to Nebraska where mom and dad were born and raised. I left there when I was five. The one I remember I finally found on the website suggested by John Northover (59). Listen birds These signs cost money You can rest awhile But don't get funny What a hoot! -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Dick Pierard (52) Re: "The" R2K picture My "BOMBERS" picture just reached me here in Boston, Mass. (where I am working this year) and it is really GREAT! And weren't the fireworks a wonderful backdrop! I tip my R2K hat to Burt Pierard (59) and the others who created this. Thanks for a job well done. -Dick Pierard (52) ******************************************** >>From: Missy Keeney Baker (60) Re: Burma-Shave? To: Larry Mattingly (60) Are you sure you didn't make that one up?...... Pickled Bug???!! -Missy Keeney Baker (60) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Betty Neal Brinkman (62) Re: Burma-Shave Signs We used to drive to Mississippi every other year & watching for the Burma-Shave signs made the miles go by a little faster. To this day I wonder how my parents put up with my brother and me in the un-air conditioned car for a five day drive each way. As the youngest, it wasn't easy staying "on my side" of the car. I also remember Little America and Wall Drug. Dad always tried to go a different way each trip. That way we could see all the "reptile gardens and snake pits" in each state. Little America hasn't changed much in the years, but Wall Drug is another story. The entire town is set up for tourist trade. It is a favorite stopping place for our daughters on the long drive from Ontario to Richland. Now that we have discussed the Burma-Shave signs, (and by the way, Jim House's (63) R2K ditty was wonderful) does anyone remember the "li'l Stinker" signs? I think they were in Wyoming, but I'm not sure. -Betty Neal Brinkman (62) ******************************************** >>From: David Rivers (65) Re: Bombers Bombers everywhere Okay, I don't think I can top Harrah's "Mushy Smith in India" story, but I've got a couple. The first two guys didn't graduate from Col Hi but that makes meeting them even more remote..... I think. Anyway, When the classes of 64-65 were in the 7th and 8th grade, respectively, there were two kids who went to Chief Jo. One lived on VanGiesen in the "B" house next to Parkers and one across VanGiesen in the "A" house across from the "B" house. Ronnie Shadell lived in the "B" house and Billy Simmons lived in the "B" house next to Allen and Alton Spencer. Ronnie was class of 64 and Billy class of 65. I met Ronnie when a bunch of us were playing in the snow behind Chief Jo... I met John Shippy the same day and we all learned a new saying: "Damn Straight", a very cool saying that Warford always pronounced "Damn Straights" (he still does and it has nothing to do with the story... just always stuck with me). In '67, in Vietnam, I got a hold of a Life magazine and darned if Ronnie's picture wasn't on the front cover. The entire article was about Ronnie's platoon, with Ronnie as the feature of the story....... I wrote to Life and they forwarded my letter to Ronnie who was in Oki by then, having taken his 3rd or 4th hit and retiring to the rear........... We corresponded and he was back in the States by the time I rotated... Okay... so that doesn't quite count as a face-to-face encounter.......... While temporarily in Da nang in '68, waiting to fly back to the States, I was standing in some line or other... I heard a familiar voice........I knew immediately it was Billy Simmons' voice tho I hadn't seen him since at least 9th or 10th grade.... I turned and there he was... right there in the flesh........... Now that counts! Finally, Jimmy Heidlebaugh (65) has a habit of going places and not telling anyone he's there...... he does that in Richland... just gets homesick and sneaks in and sneaks out....... He does that in Vegas, too. A couple of years ago, I was at the NFR (National Finals Rodeo) Christmas show at the Las Vegas Convention Center. After I finished all my shopping, I hit the rest room before leaving... there were lots of rest rooms to choose from, but I went to the one downstairs......... As I was walking in... who but Heidlebaugh would be walking out........... what're the chances.... HUH? I know there are lots more out there, so let's hear 'em... there's Jack Keeney on a troop truck, who makes them stop so he can jump out and see LeRoy Jackson in Vietnam... There's Davis (Knox) working at Harrah's in Tahoe and meeting Keeney selling Hippie jewelry on the corner where the state line is.... There have to be tons.......... We're waiting................ -David Rivers (65) ******************************************** >>From: Patty Spencer (65) Does anyone know what happened to Don Smith, graduated '63? -Patty Spencer (65) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Hodgson Neupert (66) Re: Moving Vietnam Memorial Wall To: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) The moving Vietnam Memorial Wall has been to Spokane, WA recently. It's been a little over 2 years ago. It was set up at the new Veterans' Memorial Arena. Re: Thanks Also, thanks to Dennis Haskins (66) for the pic of Future grads of '66. Another stroll down memory lane. Reminds me - I still have the first "real" valentine I ever received - from Chuck Knoeber. -Carol Hodgson Neupert (66) ******************************************** >>From: Bryon White (76) & Eileen Evans White (75-HHS) Re: Belated Birthday Greetings To: Carol Evans Hutchison (64) To: Helen Evans Warren (64) Happy Birthday! -Bryon White (76) & Eileen Evans White (75-HHS) ~ Benton County ******************************************** >>From: Tami Lyons Zirians (76) Re: "Speaking of Small Worlds"... It was a couple of weeks after a new employee had been hired at my office. I work in Seattle at Harborview Medical Center. I was chatting with her when I happened to mention that I was from Richland. Her jaw dropped and she said that she was from Richland too. Come to find out, she graduated the same year as my older sister Debbie in '65. Her name is Sandy Keller Buckingham. In addition to that, a few years back, they were interviewing to hire a new business manager in the "O.R." at Harborview. Turns out they hired another Richland alum, Don Millbauer (75). Although I don't see her, I know of another Richland alum who works as a Nurse at Harborview... Mary Foley Bazzano (77). Another aside, I was telling another coworker of mine about Spudnuts one day and she was very interested. She claimed that she grew up in the Midwest where they also had "Spudnuts" which were made from potato batter. She wanted me to give her directions to the shop since she was planning a trip through Richland during her vacation. When she got back she brought some spudnuts with her back to the office and shared them. They had been frozen, but after she "nuked" them in the microwave, they tasted almost as good as freshly made!!! -Tami Lyons Zirians (76) ******************************************** >>From: Julie Ham Froehlich (77) I'd just like to take this opportunity to publicly wish my brother, Dan Ham (72), a very happy birthday. Dan, I know this will probably embarrass you, but what are little sisters for?! You're the best, big guy. Happy birthday. -Julie Ham Froehlich (77) ******************************************** >>From: Billie Jean "BJ" Davis (Bomber Mom) Someone mentioned tourist traps. Anyone ever drive down that hill into Austin, Nevada? It is a treacherous hill that you are riding your brake and get down to the town and coast in. Well, here I am coasting into the town, going about 37 miles an hour and pull over to have lunch. This policeman pulls in, too, and I get out and smile at him thinking he is having lunch there too. WRONG. He comes over and asks for my license and I ask "Why" You were going 37 in a 25 mile zone. I meekly took a ticket from him swearing to myself I would never pay it. And didn't until they sent a note saying they were going to send a warrant to the Richland police. Well, my daughter was in the department at the time and I thought it might be embarrassing for her to have to come and arrest her Mom so I paid it. That was definitely a speed Tourist TRAP. That is not my favorite town. A couple who had followed us all day on a motorcycle were having lunch there, too, and couldn't believe he gave me a ticket because I always followed all the traffic rules. I was busted that time, though. -Billie Jean "BJ" Davis (Bomber Mom) ******************************************** Funeral notice scanned from September 26, 2000 TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins, '66 ~ Dick Hove ~ Class of 1955 ~ *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/28/00, aka "Daily Spudnut Report" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 Bombers sent stuff: Jimmie Shipman (51), Roberta Adkins (52), Fred Phillips (60) Larry Mattingly (60), Margo Compton (60), Tim Smyth (62) Kim Edgar (79) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Jimmie A. Shipman (51) Re: Original Pre-Fab Folding Chairs Anyone have any of these chairs that they would like to part with? They were made by "Louis Rastetter & Sons" and called "Solid Comfort", Made in Fort Wayne, IN USA, they have a Pat. #1926840-2098717. GO BOMBERS!!!!!!!!! -Jimmie A. Shipman (51) ******************************************** >>From: Roberta Adkins Shipman (52) Re: A CHANCE MEETING IN SPAIN It was the year 1977 my husband Jimmie (51) and I we living in Madrid, Spain. Our two sons were attending High School at the American Air Force base so on occasion we would be invited to celebrations like July 4th. As I was minding to my hot dog and potato salad I heard someone call my name and say what are you doing here? To my surprise it was Patti Cole Pierce (52) her husband Don was stationed there and she also had boys attending school there and as it turned out our sons played football together. Now we're back in Richland and working together at the polls during elections. Re: WALL, SOUTH DAKOTA A little history about the Wall Drug Store. During the depression tourists (or whoever) traveling through the Badlands found water hard to come by. Ted Husted trying to make a living (as was the fact of every one there) decided to offer "free ice water" and put up signs directing them to his soda fountain. His signs became very popular and during WWII they showed up wherever a soldier from that area served - which was all over the world. "XXXX miles to WALL DRUG". I was born across the street from the drug store and my brother, John (62) was born down the street from the drug store. When we left in 1944 Ted had not put all that JUNK in there it was a real drug store and soda fountain. "GO BOMBERS" We now have a ninth grade "FOOTBALL BOMBER" 3rd generation. Last was Chuck Shipman (.71) -Roberta Adkins Shipman (52) ******************************************** >>From: Fred Phillips (60) Re: Burma-Shave, sort of ... Back in the Burma-Shave era, we took a vacation every summer. Sometimes we drove to Texas to visit relatives. Other years we went to Yellowstone, where Dad and I ignored the signs and fed the bears while Mom protested that what we were doing was stupid. We bought gas at The Stinker, stopped for lunch at Little America and chuckled at the Burma-Shave signs. I recall the scenery in those days, that slice of America beside the two-lane highways, seen from a 1950 Mercury. The view was precisely described in a poem from one of our textbooks at Chief Joe. I think the author was Ogden Nash, but it easily could have been written by the Burma-Shave folks: "I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all." -Fred Phillips (60) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) To: Missy Keeney Baker (59) Re: Pickled bug Nope, didn't make it up. But I have had it a long time. I remember half of Mrs. Horten's 2nd grade class at Lewis and giggling about it when I repeated it. I can't swear it came from a Burma-Shave sign, but it definitely came from some sign seen on a trip that previous summer. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Tacoma, WA ******************************************** >>From: Margo Compton Lacarde (60) I had someone tell me they couldn't find me in the 60 yearbook. I got married in my senior year and in the year book, they used my married name plus they misspelled my first name, so look for Marge McCord and that is me. Really enjoy reading the Sandstorm every morning. Just found out about it this past summer when I was at the '60 class reunion. -Margo Compton Lacarde (60) ******************************************** >>From: Tim Smyth (62) Re: Interesting Obit in our local [Hudson Falls, NY} paper on 9/22/00 Genevieve Wilson Allen Short OTHELLO, Wash. - Genevieve Wilson Allen Short, 84, formerly of Richland, Wash., died Wednesday, Sept. 6, 2000, in Othello, Wash. Born March 5, 1916, in Schroon Lake, she was the daughter of William and Jeanette Wilson Allen. She graduated from Schroon Lake Central High School in 1934, and married Morris L. Short of California, Missouri, on Feb. 28, 1935, before graduating from E. Burham School of Beauty Culture in New York City. They moved to Richland, Wash. in 1944. She worked in the Richland Schools cafeterias during 1950-51, then was a motor driver and bundle dropper for the Tri-City Herald newspaper from 1951 through 1981. Mrs. Short was a member of Richland Baptist Church. She is preceded in death by her husband of 47 years, Morris Short, in 1982. Survivors include a son, David Short of Othello, Wash.; three daughters, Norma Roddy of Richland, Wash., Wanda Ivaldi of Lincoln, Calif., and Marcia Dean of Benton City; eight grandchildren, 14 great- grandchildren; a sister, Erma Koller of Westport; and several nieces, nephews and cousins. There was no visitation or funeral at her request. Memorial contributions may be made to a charity of one's choice. -Tim Smyth (62) ~ Hudson Falls, NY ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar (79) Re: Hooking up with other Bombers For those of you who live in Washington DC, Virginia & Maryland, you may want to hook up with a group called "The Washington State Society". When I lived in Virginia, I found out about them. Once a year they'd get together and have a Party/Dance. They flew in Wine, Fruit, Vegetables and Seafood from Washington State for the dinner. I went to the Party two years in a row, had a nice time, it was great just talking to people from my home state. I didn't even think to ask around and see if there were any other Bombers. I was in my mid-twenties and single, so I felt out of place, showing up alone, most people were married or had dates. However, everyone I met made me feel comfortable. The people there were from all walks of life. I can't remember who you would contact, I think I called either the office of the Washington State Senator or the office of the Washington State Congressman. -Kim Edgar (79) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/29/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6 Bombers sent stuff: Mike Clowes (54), Tom Tracy (55), Maren Smyth (64), Tom Young (68/69), Anna Durbin (69), Greg Alley (73) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) I have just been re-reading "The DustStorm" [the Club40 newsletter] and would like to use this forum to urge those among us who graduated during the Eisenhower years to take stock in what may happen to Club40. At the present, all officers of the club have declined to seek another term in office. Since the majority of the officers are from the "Truman administration" it is understandable that they should want to do so at this time. They have been the guiding light of the organization since its inception, and now they feel that the torch should be passed on to what is now the majority of membership, namely the graduates of the Fifties. There is also the feeling that perhaps the club might change direction and limit membership to those who graduated in the Forties. I hope not. The idea of the "older heads" coming together on an annual basis is a good one. It is a way of keeping contact with those friends and colleagues who graduated a year or two before or after you did. In most instances, it saves the additional cost and/or trip to Richland for your classes' reunion. If there is to be new blood at the helm of Club40, then it is up to us (of the "Eisenhower administration") to step forward. At this point I could include more sports clichés and mixed metaphors, but I will spare you the pain. If you are now a member of Club40, I urge you to consider one of the club's offices. If you are not a member, think seriously about joining. Annual membership is only Five Dollars, and gets you two editions of the newsletter "The Dust Storm". You don't even have to come to the annual parties, but then again, you may be missing a lot of fun and friends if you don't. Maren, I thank you for the use of the hall to expound on this matter. Progress Bombers -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [ Club40 website is at:] ******************************************** >>From: Tom Tracy (55) A friend recently sent me a picture of golf clubs and a discarded golf bag strewn around the 15th hole with a Burma-Shave type note: "Who's woods these are... I think I know... The irons are not familiar though..." (with apologies to Robert Frost's Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Eve)... : Either someone had a less than par day... else he could have been golfing in 'gator country. With the best R2K wishes to Richland Bombers everywhere. Thanks for sharing your good thoughts, your whereabouts and memories with all of us from the class of '55. I was fighting the good fight with the friendly skies of "Untied Airlines" trying to get to our class reunion in Sept. and lost the battle in Denver... I wanted to dash down the runway but the guard at the gate was about 6'5" and didn't think it was a good idea...I missed visiting with my high school friends but heard they had a great time sharing events from the grand days of the 50s... Lots of happiness gets reflected in a little memory or two... or the anticipation of making a new one... "there there little memory don't you cry... reunions will embellish you by and by.." Just remembering some of the fun things we did on basketball road trips puts a smile on my face. Remember the Naval Station barracks where the coach had us stay during the State Basketball Tournament (to keep us out of trouble). The morning Gordon Anderson got a referee whistle and pretended he was a screaming drill sergeant while he tried to march us to the mess hall. "Hey, no skipping", "Get in Step", "Button up that shirt", "You're a Navy Bomber Now! and not behind a plow" "Shape Up or Ship Out"... "Stomach in... Chest Out"... "Hey kid, get a Chest before you come back here"! Gordon was a creative player and actor as well. It was hard keeping stride with Wayne Moss. The Naval officers thought it was pretty creative too. It even made Dawald smile. Art Dawald could have taught the drill sergeants a thing or two about discipline... and commitment... and building unique skills into a habit... about how long a player can run full-speed, full-court press and maintain the killer instinct, about techniques that today seem lost with the pyramids or hidden in a locker somewhere... Now that the media is through worshiping coaches who throw chairs, choke players and publicly humiliate their teams... someone out there will open Dawald's file and say... Holy Hardwood! This is Great Stuff!... and he'll pretend he invented it! Wow... didn't mean to ramble on so long... just a simple Burma-Shave phrase... can cause a person to "type" his friends to death... It's a terrible thing to be typed to death... my fingers are tired and your eyes will be tired from reading all this... The best two sign stories I remember are: 1) when the mayor of a Third World Country posted signs everywhere in the city: "HELP STAMP OUT ILLITERACY... LEARN TO READ!!" 2) When a girl modified a sign in Boston along Mass. Ave... that originally read: Send Me A Man Who Reads... International Paper.. she re-punctuated it to: Send Me A Man. Who Reads? Lisa Still love the Burma-Shave ads. Thanks Mike Clowes (54) for keeping us referenced. Thanks, classmates for all the great memories... I get to read notes from heroes of my grade school days... Dale Gier, Gene Keller, Junior Williams. Hey did someone ever find out where Whitey Schell is? He was our own Pete Maravich. I always wished Gene Conley (48) would have played end on Rish's Football teams... Just imagine a 6'8" end. What a target. I remember what a great football player Kevin Burke (55) was... and the day I met him as a Sophomore... I had the unfortunate experience of meeting him at the line of scrimmage with the ball in my hands... before I could explain to him... that I just found the ball and wasn't really going to take it anywhere meaningful... he remembered that coach Rish and Dawald had told him to tackle "through" the player carrying the ball... he was a good student and remembered his training well. Parts of my body thought they were being transplanted near the old locust tree by the tackling dummy... several uniform pads and components lost their integrity and were displaced... someone, somehow turned my lights back on... the only thing Kevin feared was that he might be charged with hit and run or manslaughter... I thought he was one of the few players who should have been assigned a license plate instead of a mere number. Sorry my keyboard got stuck and wouldn't stop typing... I've turned the power off and am contacting my local Microsoft agent to help turn erase some of its memory... in the meantime I'll just stand here at the corner of disk drive and memory lane and keep talking bar code until I hear more from my classmates in those years before, during and after that great year in the mid-50s. -Tom Tracy (55) ******************************************** >>From: Maren Smyth (64) To: Whoever was looking for info on FISSION CHIPS This URL was sent to me by Gary Behymer (64) So, does anybody remember who asked about the Fission Chips?? -Maren Smyth (64) ~ Chelan, WA ******************************************** >>From: Tom Young (68/69) Re: Alumni '68 - '69 Was scheduled to graduate in '68, but was short credits because of screw-up in the office (more than a little pissed-off about that!) and "officially" graduated '69, somewhat after the rest of my friends. You guys have any contact with Sheri Doerr (maiden name), I think that's the right spelling, been a looooong time don't you know. -Tom Young (68/69) ~ San Diego, CA ******************************************** >>From: Anna Durbin (69) Dear Bombers: I love hearing about all these trips across country and the Burma-Shave signs and Little America. And here I thought my parents were the only wackos who piled us into the station wagon and went on these cross country driving trips. But, it makes sense. So many of them left family behind and went back to visit relatives. I still do not know how my parents put up with the four of us with no air conditioning (unless you count "4-50" - open four windows and drive fifty miles an hour). Not to mention no seat belts and us bouncing all over and punching each other. I did learn from my Mother that food and drink were necessary to settle the raging animals. We always had a huge Thermos? of ice water, ham sandwiches, moon pies and cans of soup to heat over campfires and attract yellow jackets. As we got older, we kids shared the driving and we used to drive all night taking turns. Can't tell you how many grocery store parking lots we stopped in to sleep when everybody was too tired to drive and my parents weren't going to waste money on a motel. I will never forget the time we left the 9th grade assembly and drove to New York in 60 hours(!) to get to my brother Terry's (62WB) graduation from West Point. Then there were all the trips to the Civil War battlegrounds and the Washington Monument and the Grand Canyon. I wonder how many miles my parents traveled in their time. They just don't make people as crazy as my parents any more. And my dad still drives at age 92. Some generation of people that was. -Anna Durbin (69) ******************************************** >>From: Greg Alley (73) To: Julie Ham Froehlich (77) I hope your brother, Dan, has a happy birthday and you have a good day. Re: famous sitings I think I saw those famous Sandstorm idols Mike Davis (74) and Brad Upton (74) once maybe. I think it was at a party or two in Cheney or Spokane, or Stateline, Idaho, or maybe Ellensburg or Pullman or maybe Seattle, it could be at the Kingdome or maybe, who knows, its all a college alcohol haze. Maybe it was just someone really famous. -Greg Alley (73) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************** *************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/30/00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 Bombers sent stuff: Anonymous, Marilyn Richey (53), Ann Bishop (56), Sharon Chapman (57), Ed Borasky (59), Patti Jones (60), Deedee Willox (64), Gary Behymer (64), Peter Brandt (72), Brad Upton (74), Mike Davis (74), Louise Kirz (76) ******************************************** ******************************************** NET SURFING by Gary Behymer (64) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Anonymous I nominate Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) as next Club40 Prez ... Come on, Bob, make 1954 proud!! -Anonymous ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) To: Betty Neal Brinkman (62) Betty, Are you married to George Brinkman (60)? I knew your parents and you and your brother when you were in high school and went to all the Bomber basketball games. Where are you living now and are your parents alive still? I think your brother was going to David Lipcomb University in Tennessee at one time. I saw your sister-in-law, Kippy Brinkman (62). when I lived in Las Vegas when she was at the Dunes at the Dome of the Sea Restaurant for many years. Thought I would say hello. -Marilyn Richey (53) ******************************************** >>From: Ann Bishop Ousley (56) To: Tom Tracy (55) My eyes weren't too tired, but my computer was.. I got a sign " performed an illegal operation and will shut down".... and it DID!!!!!!!!! -Ann Bishop Ousley (56) ******************************************** >>From: Sharon Chapman McFall (57) Re: Just a comment To: Tom Tracy (55) Hi Tom I just wanted you to know how much I enjoy the things you choose to share with us..... almost as much as I enjoyed watching you play basketball. Keep it up as you always seem to have a unique slant on things. I am still a basketball nut and attribute it to those wonderful Bomber teams we had in the 50's. I am an Arizona resident now so I have become an avid U of A basketball fan. They play a style of ball that reminds me of the old Bomber days. I don't think you would remember me but you would probably remember my brother Harvey Chapman or my sister-in-law Sally Foley. -Sharon Chapman McFall (57) ******************************************** >>From: Ed Borasky (59) To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Bob, You said: "I have just been re-reading "The DustStorm" [the Club40 newsletter] and would like to use this forum to urge those among us who graduated during the Eisenhower years to take stock in what may happen to Club40. ... "If you are now a member of Club40, I urge you to consider one of the club's offices. If you are not a member, think seriously about joining. Annual membership is only Five Dollars, and gets you two editions of the newsletter "The Dust Storm". You don't even have to come to the annual parties, but then again, you may be missing a lot of fun and friends if you don't." Yeah, I got the same letter :-(. I went to Club 40 last year on the heels of my 40th, and was planning to go this year on the heels of R2K, but had some plumbing issues that kept me home in the Portland area. Here's what I propose: Combine the Club 40 leadership with a semi- permanent All Bomber Reunion Committee and have a reunion every year for all Bombers at Homecoming. With the web, we can have an up-to-the-minute bulletin board / roster of who is coming and who isn't. The collection of dues and such can be automated any number of ways, and about all the committee would have to do would be negotiate with the hotels for rooms and arrange the food, drinks and entertainment for two nights once a year. Two thirds of my graduating class is within a day's drive of Richland, and I suspect that other classes are similarly distributed. I would certainly consider volunteering as an officer of Club40 or an All Bomber Reunion Committee, although I am four hours' drive away. I'm going to investigate what kind of web software we could use to keep this going. You know, we could make Bomber Reunions the second biggest industry in Richland :-). -Ed Borasky (59) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Ed - Let's consider our younger Bomber classmates on the 'Homecoming' time. Many of them have children who are in school then and they'd never be able to come. In conjunction with Cool Desert Nights (around 6/21) is a time when more Bombers could arrange to attend. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Patti Jones Ahrens (60) When I was 12 years old, my family drove back to Missouri where the family was from. Even though we traveled a lot every summer for vacations, that was one of the longest trips I can remember. I liked to stay up all night with Dad, when he would do long distance driving. Sometimes he would drive for two days straight to get to our destination. The trip to Missouri was one of those times. Driving through Wyoming seemed to take forever. The lights shining on the cows eyes in the middle of the night were eerie. On the trip we constantly saw signs that pointed to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Every crossroad seemed to have a sign that pointed to Jackson Hole. After that trip I was always very curious what Jackson Hole, Wyoming looked like. About two years later we took a trip to Yellowstone National Park. On this trip we went to Jackson Hole. What a beautiful place. Took the tram to the top of the mountain where we could look down at the Snake River. Living in Richland it didn't seem like a snake. From up on the mountain we could see why they named it the Snake River. The Burma-Shave signs were all there on the road. Thanks everyone for the laughter about those signs. All those signs made the trips fun. -Patti Jones Ahrens (60) ~ Browns Point, WA ******************************************** >>From: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) Re: Signs on the Road I remember the Burma-Shave signs and was delighted to find the URL in the Sandstorm to read them again. We saw another funny sign when we were driving across country to Colorado. Don't remember what town we were entering, but the sign read: "Entering ___. Drive slow and see our city. Drive fast and see our jail." We still say it when we drive through towns where you have to reduce speed. -Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) ~ Burbank, WA ******************************************** >>From: Peter Brandt (72 To: Dan Ham's (72) Birthday Dear Dan, Happy Birthday!!! Fire up the stove, put the champagne on ice, truck in the escargot, bring in the cheesecakes from the pantry, warm up the tea cozies...... it's your birthday, Dan. Sorry I can't be in Richland to celebrate, but here's what I'm serving up for your birthday dinner, Dan: How does Maine Lobster Bisque with Champagne sound, or maybe a little Sevruga Caviar. There's Lobster Mornay au Gratin or Grilled Quails, Australian Rack of Lamb with Peppercorn Crust and Sauce Bordelaise or Atlantic Swordfish with a Pinot Noir Sauce. Exquisite homemade dessert comes with a slice of your very own homemade birthday cake. In lieu of an in-person birthday party, I'll settle for thinking about being there to watch you open your gifts and celebrate your birthday.. All the best on your "Geburtstag", -Peter Brandt (72) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Upton (74) At the risk of receiving a lot of grief from Tedi Parks Teverbaugh (76) I'm plugging myself in the Alumni Sandstorm. Tonight [Saturday, September 30, 2000] is the season premiere of "The John Report with Bob" on KIRO TV [channel] 7 [Seattle] at 11:30pm [PDT]. KIRO airs from Portland to Vancouver and in parts of Eastern Washington. It does not air in the Tri-Cities but maybe Bomber alum/legend, Lloyd Swain (66), can fix that. "Almost Live" was a sketch comedy show that ran here in the Seattle market for 15 years. KING TV canceled it last year and KIRO TV picked up. Anyway, John Keister has asked me to join the cast for this season. I will appear on most of the shows doing my "commentary" as well as writing some of the monologue and sketches. I will not be on next week's show as I will be doing a private show in the Bahamas. While in the Bahamas I'm fully expecting to run into Mike Davis (74) at the Nassau Denny's. Go Bombers! -Brad Upton (74) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [...and in another e-mail from Brad later in the day...] Hey Maren, I just talked to Lloyd Swain (66). It's a done deal. The "John Report with Bob" will now be shown in the Tri-Cities starting [9/30/00]. I have no idea what channel at home, whatever KIRO is on. Lloyd gets my vote for Bomber of the year. -Brad Upton (74) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) To: Greg Alley (73) Partying at Ellensburg? Cheney? Seattle? Stateline? etc., etc.? You must have the wrong guy or maybe you have mixed me up with someone else. During the week in those days I could have been found usually in the library getting in a little extra study. Saturdays were filled with reading to the "shut-ins" at the Old Folks Home. Sundays I always had that first row seat at church gloriously singing hymns. Although I think you may be correct about that Brad Upton (74) fellow. Definitely a bad seed. Looking back I now understand and appreciate the fact that my parents would not let me hang around with him. They would always say, "Now Mike, you stay away from him! He thinks he is a real funny guy! Probably grow up to be a comedian, I'm sure!" I wonder what ever became of ole Brad Upton. Anyway, whatever happened to him I'm sure it was no good! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Louise Kirz (76) I have been catching up on my Alumni Sandstorms today and need to comment on the "small Bomber world" series. Many of you around my class know that I am married to a fellow Bomber, Jim Laidler (77). What you may not know is that we met in Los Angeles in 1984. He was a 4th year medical student and I was a medical intern at USC. Our initial conversation went something like this. L: "so, where are you from?" J: "Washington state" L: "Oh? Where in Washington state?" J: "A little town on the eastern side, you never would have heard of it." L:" I know Washington state pretty well... which town (thinking he might say Prosser or Yakima) J: "Richland" L: "Richland!? You can't be from Richland, I'm from Richland!" I then proceeded to quiz him about what buildings were on the corners of what streets before I really believed that here was someone from my home town, practically my classmate and I had never seen him before in my life... that I remembered. Turns out that several of my friends (Holly Chamberlain and Miriam Lewis remembered him from high school, but I did not) small world....... -Louise Kirz (76) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for this month. Please send more. ******************************************** ******************************************** August, 2000 ~ October, 2000