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26 26-Jeff Curtis III 27 28 29 30 31 ******************************************** ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/01/01 ~ HAPPY NEW YEAR ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers sent stuff: Grace DeVincentis (50WB), Hugh Hinson (52), Mike Clowes (54), Loretta Ostboe (55), Tom Hughes (56), Dean Enderle (57), Jeanie Walsh (63), Peg Sheeran (63), Linda Reining (64), Betti Avant (69), Joy Stanfield (71) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Grace DeVincentis Spice (50WB) Re: Sue Clifford Pederson (73) Thought you might want just a quick update on Susan. She is back in the hospital at Virginia Mason in Seattle. She's having a problem adjusting to an anti-rejection medication. Otherwise the operation was a success and with the new pancreas she has no more diabetes. Her father says her spirits are good and she's on the road to recovery. Happy New Year everyone!! -Grace DeVincentis Spice (50WB) ******************************************** >>From: Hugh Hinson (52) Happy New Year all you Bombers. Hope your year is filled with joy, good times, and good health. Here's to you!! -Hugh Hinson (52) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: New Year's thoughts Yesterday, Saturday, December 30th, Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54) sent out a message to all of the class of '54 that had given her their e-mail addresses. The message concerned a fellow class member, and a would have been class member who are man and wife. She is Rosalie Gire Grabner and a member of the class. He is Dick Grabner, who, had his parental units, stayed in Richland long enough, would have been a class member. My somewhat foggy memory banks place Dick with us at Carmichael, and then he falls off the radar screen. Perhaps he was like me, for what ever reasons, camera shy. Although the Dick Grabner I hold in my mind's eye probably wasn't. At any rate, Dick and Rosalie got married and raised at least two daughters. From Marguerite's message, they have done an excellent job of it, as the two girls are being very helpful. Rosalie, I has saddened to hear, has had a liver transplant in the past; and now has to go into the hospital for a "valve job" on her heart. Dick, on the other hand, has had a couple of strokes and is in poor health. What a thing to face the new year and century with. At least Rosalie's surgery (in Spokane, by the way) won't be until Tuesday the 2nd. I would like to take this time to ask that all of you who know Rosalie and Dick to think some very kind thoughts about them as they try to boldly march into the 21st century. I would, also, like to have said something bright and witty and full of reassurances for them. I can only offer up my own feeble prayer in hopes that they, along with Gordon Anderson (54), can be with the class of '54 in 2004 when we celebrate our 50th reunion. Bomber love and cheers to all, -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Loretta Ostboe Fraser (55) To: Marilyn Richey (53) Re: Gordon Anderson I am wondering if this is Mary Kay Anderson's (56-RIP) older brother... I thought he was a few years ahead of me in high school, so didn't make the connection... Mary Kay and I were friends in Camp Fire Girls and neighbors who ran around together many many years ago in Junior High. Just Wondering!! -Loretta Ostboe Fraser (55) ******************************************** >>From: Tom Hughes (56) To: Larry Mattingly (60) Re: Mukelshoot Show Larry, Sorry I missed you at the show. We walked over from my house which is about 1/4 mile away. I talked to some of the crew and they said you were at dinner up at the Casino. My wife, granddaughter and I went down and stood by the fence across the gravel lot from where the Ryder Truck was parked. Several other people asked me if I knew where the show was going to be so they joined us. They all told me to tell you that it was an amazing show, fantastic. Hope to catch you the next time you do a show in the area. It was truly a thing of beauty to stand so close and have the shells bursting almost overhead. One of the boys said "I wish it wasn't so pretty, my neck is hurting but I can't look down." Congratulations on a job well done. -Tom Hughes (56) ~ Auburn, WA ******************************************** >>From: Dean Enderle (57) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! To all Bombers wherever you may be and especially to the class of "57" -Dean Enderle (57) ******************************************** >>From: Jeanie Walsh Williamson (63) To: Jim Hamilton (630 Gee Jim, You are such a sweetie... who wouldn't want to be married to you??? So let's hear a few words from the bride of 33 years (but who's counting?) Happy New Year, "Lovebirds"... Jeanie Walsh Williamson (63) ******************************************** >>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) Does anyone have knowledge of the whereabouts of that statue of Sacajawea that was on the north side (entrance) of the grade school for so many years? Wonder who got it. -Peg Sheeran Finch (63) ~ Omak, WA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There's a link to a picture of the Sacy statue towards the bottom of the Sacy page. Caption at the bottom of the picture tells where she is now. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining Pitchford (64) Re: Alumni Sandstorm ~ Last one for 2000 Thank you Maren, for all you do!!!!!! We may contribute, but we wouldn't have the Sandstorm without the effort that you put into it. THANK YOU! It is almost midnight and my two grandchildren are anxiously waiting for midnight so they can go outside and bang pots and pans. -Linda Reining Pitchford (64) ~ Bakersfield, CA ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) Happy new year one and all. -Betti Avant (69) ~ Goodland, KS ******************************************** >>From: Joy Stanfield (71) To: Phil Jones (69) Your Father is a legend. I don't know that I ever had the chance to meet your Father but I have heard many, many great things about him over the years. I am so sorry for your loss. -Joy Stanfield (71) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/02/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 Bombers and one Bomber Mom today: Patti Jones (60), Judy Willox (61), David Douglas (62), Gail Cyphers (62), Marilyn Stewart (62), Sandra Genoway (62), Maren Smyth (64), Sandy Mitchell (66), Larry Stone (71), BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Patti Jones Ahrens (60) HEAR YE HEAR YE HEAR YE All Bomber Alumni Women's Luncheon To be held monthly on the second Sunday of the month CHANGE: Monthly luncheon starting January 14, 2001 will be at the Best Western Executive Inn in Fife. NOT the Marriott. REASON: Much more cost effective. Date: January 14, 2001 (first one) Time: 12:00 noon Volunteers please be there at 11:30am Where: Best Western Executive Inn Address: 5700 Pacific Hwy. E. *I-5 Exit 137 Fife, WA 98424 253 922-0800 Price: $20.00 We need volunteers who would like to help keep this Bomber Women's Luncheon an ongoing thing. We've all talked about getting together for lunch at reunions. Now is the opportunity to do it on an ongoing basis. Bring your ideas to form this ongoing luncheon to what Bomber Alumni Women would want it to be. Please send questions and/or reservations directly to Patti ALL RESERVATIONS MUST BE IN BY JANUARY 12, 2001. Our number stands at 22 and growing. Promises have been made from out of town Bombers to travel to the luncheon during the better weather months. HAPPY NEW YEAR and best wishes to all Bombers in the coming year. -Patti Jones Ahrens (60) ~ Browns Point, WA ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Maren Smyth (64) Our Queen Re: The Alumni Sandstorm How very thoughtful of you, Maren, to thank all of us contributors and fellow Bombers out here for making the Sandstorm go. That may be so, but without you, the wonderful one that pulls it all together on a daily basis, there would be NO Sandstorm to contribute to. You are the one that is thanked and every day for all the work that you do to keep us all in touch and bonded together!! Thank you Maren from the bottom of our hearts!! Happy New Year to you and to all you fellow Bombers out there as well as the rest of the world reading this. May the new year be a peaceful and prosperous one for us all! Bomber Cheers and Best Wishes, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) and Family ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: David Douglas (62) Happy New Year, everyone! It did not seem like New Year here in Arizona. In Hawaii it sounds like World War III from about noon New Year's Eve on... You cannot hear yourself think at midnight! The smoke looks like heavy fog, and the streets are littered with red firecracker paper the next day. The Japanese throw a bunch of firecrackers out the front and back doors to scare away the evil spirits during the new year. New Year's day is a day of feasting - buffet is set up all day and friends and relatives drop by to visit. New Year's Eve we used to pound mochi all afternoon. You put five pounds of steamed rice in a big bowl made of lava rock and pound it with guava mallets (BIG mallets - two handed kind). One person kneels down between the two pounders and reaches in and turns the mass between pounds. This person tends to be the bravest one available; it is not a task for the faint-hearted. Especially when I was pounding... I apparently do not have the necessary genes to be successful at this. This tradition ended when my mother-in-law passed away. But I'm glad I had the experience. And my kids as well. It was a somewhat somber Christmas and New Year's for us. My daughter was hospitalized overnight Dec. 23 with apparent pregnancy induced high blood pressure, along with diabetes (she is now on insulin injections). So far the only treatment is rest. The baby (boy) is due March 23, so this is still a very critical stage for her and him. May you all experience many blessings and much aloha during the year. Many of you have been a blessing to me, and are much appreciated. A special thanks to Maren for her hard work that makes it all possible (and for some wise personal advice as well). -David Douglas (62) ******************************************** >>From: Gail Cyphers (62) Re: Letter to the editor Re: Maren, 12/31/00 -Last issue in 2000 Very well said, Maren. You always speak for us and who we are so well. We appreciate you more than we say but never forget what you do. The best of everything to all Bombers for 2001. -Gail Cyphers (62) ~ Colorado Springs, CO ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Stewart Stephenson (62) To: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) Re: Sacajawea Statue The statue was donated to the Sacajawea Museum out at Sacajawea Park years ago. I recognized it at the museum about 10 years ago and was glad to see it after so many years. It must have been donated after they closed the old Sacy down, but wonder why it wasn't moved to the new Sacajawea School instead. Oh, and by the way, it seems to have shrunk since the last time I saw it, when I was in second grade. Happy New Year to all Bombers out there. -Marilyn Stewart Stephenson (62) ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Genoway (Jeneau) Spruksts (62) Dear Bombers (UofW family and friends alumni), WOOF! way to go, Huskies! -Sandra Genoway (Jeneau) Spruksts (62) ******************************************** >>From: Sandy Mitchell Hulburt (66) Re: Lewis and Clark Elem. snow fights To: Lewis and Clark alumni I have been reading all the memories of "Annie Annie Over" and "Kick the Can". Does anyone out there remember how we could enter the Little League field at the south end of the playground after a snowfall and throw snowballs at each other? I think the only rule I remember was that you had to enter at your own risk. What fun we used to have! Now many years later working as a teacher's aide and recess supervisor I cringe when it snows. It seems like there are so many rules of can't DOs. I always tell the kids if they are having fun it must be against the rules. I know it is part of my job to keep all of the kids safe, but wouldn't it be neat if they could have some of the old-fashioned fun we used to have when it snowed? Happy New Year, -Sandy Mitchell Hulburt (66) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Stone (71) Thank you Maren for this avenue to remember the good ole days. Though I don't know or remember most of the people who write in here, it's still very interesting to read the comments and go back to yesteryear. -Larry Stone (71) ******************************************** >>From: BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) May the New Year bring you all Troubles that last only seconds Giggles that last minutes Chuckles that last hours Laughs that last days Smiles that last weeks Happiness that last months Friendships that last years But most of all LOVE that lasts a lifetime -BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/03/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Mary Triem (47), Charlotte Carlson (52), Marilyn Richey (53), Mike Clowes (54), Judy Willox (61), Helen Cross (62), Rick Maddy (67), Phil Jones (69), Peggy Roesch (71), Dan Ham (72) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) To all Bombers: My prayers are with Marilyn Wallace Hultman (47), who is facing surgery today for breast cancer. I'm sure Marilyn will forgive me for "advertising" this, but I would ask that all of you offer up your prayers for her full recovery. Marilyn and Ray (47) have a host of friends who are all pulling for a successful outcome. Thanks. -Mary Triem Mowery (47) ~ Ft. Lauderdale and Richland ******************************************** >>From: Charlotte Carlson Terry (52) Re: Sacajawea Statue Just as a matter of interest, there is also a beautiful bronze of Sacajawea in Sedona, Arizona. When we visited the gallery, and made the remark "Oh, you have Sacajawea." the lady said I was the first person she ever heard pronounce it correctly!! Then I told her it was my grade school. Happy New Year to all. -Charlotte Carlson Terry (52) ~ Prescott, AZ ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) Re: Rosalie Gire Grabner (54) and Dick Grabner (53WB) I have known Dick and Rosalie since the grade school days. Dick was in my room from the 4th grade at Sacajawea when it was on Williams Blvd. We went through school together until we graduated. We started pitching softball together when we were about 11 years old and follow each other all the years that we participated in the sport. I went to school with Rosalie and she was behind me in school. I knew her sister, Jean Gire (52), and we played softball together in high school. I know that Rosalie has been ill for several years but always has bounced back on her feet. I didn't know that Dick has had strokes and he is a fighter and will give it the best shot that he can in this challenge. Both of these people has always been very kind and considerate with their peers and I will pray that both of them will come on top after the operation. God Bless to both Rosalie and Dick at this time. -Marilyn Richey (53) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) First off, add my name to the list of Admirers of Maren. Now, all Husky and Beaver fans should be very content at the beginning of the 21st Century. The teams did very well in their respective Bowl Games, despite what the ABC team had to saw about the Beavers. Makes you wonder where they got their information. And, yes, you Duck Freaks might join in, even though the other guys threw four catchable touchdown passes in the waning seconds. We can only think that one Longhorn receiver needs to go the the Fred Bilitnikof school of pass catching and pay particular attention to the fine art of applying stickum. All we need now is a perfect Bomber basketball season. Bomber cheers to all -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Re: Bomber Elders To: BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) What a sweet and lovely thing to wish all of us out here in Bomberville and other points where Bombers have landed. Thank you for your good wishes. The way it was worded was really sweet!!! Although I have never been a Bomber Mom, I am soon about to be a Bomber Grandmom. So once again I will be roaming and haunting the ole' halls of Richland High. *G*! Since I am a Bomber Alumni, I find it quite exciting to be stompin' those great halls again. And, since I am raising this grandson, I will probably be quite visual to the stately place. I just didn't have the sense to stay here in Richland and make my kids little Bombers - got side tracked for a while and ended up making them Kennewick Lions. Poor little tykes. *G*!!! Thanks again for your sweet wishes for us all!! Bomber Cheers, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) To: David Douglas, (62) Hope that your daughter is somewhat stabilized and that the worst is over and that she has a good pregnancy and delivery the rest of the way. How exciting to be grandparents in the real new millennium! Best wishes and prayers. Re: Indiana Weather We are going into our l7th day below freezing out here in eastern Indiana. A record I think, not since l966 has this happened. Too bad I had to be here to experience it. Although l/01/01 was a beautiful sunny Norman Rockwell sort of day with sunshine and snow and the pond frozen over so we could skate on it, if we could remember how to skate that is. PSS: Can't believe how many wrote in from our class of '62, one of the very best classes to graduate from RHS of course, today. Hi Gail, Marilyn and Sandra. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) Re: Coach Jim Jones To: Phil Jones (69) Today is 01/02/01. I just read about the passing of your father. Your father, as you well know, was my new coach during my last year in little league. He built the self-esteem in me to keep plugging away at being a better baseball player during this last year. I had been bunting most of my little league career in a batting stance that had a very small strike zone. I walked a lot. With this confidence building last season of little league, I went on to play three more years. I ended my short-lived baseball career in ninth grade with Coach Yonce. Missing the season's first game with Chief Jo due to the fact that Coach Yonce had not realized he had the wrong guy in the outfield, I went two for three off Mickey Hunt the following week. I moved right up the batting order throughout the rest of the year. Although it was my last and best performance year of baseball, I would not have been there if it had not been from the positive influences your father had given me during that last LL season. He was the finest teacher/coach this twelve year old ever had. My sincere condolences to all your family. It truly is a great loss. -Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) Thanks again to all of you who have contacted me and expressed their thoughts and sympathy regarding the passing of my dad. Happy New Year to all. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Roesch Wallan (71) To: Mike Davis (74) Re: Denny's Hey, have you checked out Bomber cheers, -Peggy Roesch Wallan (71) ~ Spanaway, WA ******************************************** >>From: Dan Ham (72) Re: Steve Piippo's B-Day I would like to take this opportunity to wish Steve Piippo (70) a very happy (belated) birthday, his 49th I believe. Should anyone run into him today please take a moment to ridicule him. Steve has been a good friend to me and somewhat a legend in his own right at RHS. Anyway, Steve, Have a very happy B-Day. Your Pal, -Dan Ham (72) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/04/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Note from the Editor: Incoming mail MUST be messed up again. Can't BELIEVE there's been no response from the URL that Peggy Roesch Wallan (71) sent to Mike Davis (74) yesterday. - Maren ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6 Bombers sent stuff: Ray Gillette (49), Ann Bishop (60), Betsy Fox (63), Gary Behymer (64), Steve Edwards (68), Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ray Gillette (49) To; All those who are acquainted with Philip Raekes (49) I hear that Phil is hanging up his robes this week after practicing law for thirty some years (mostly in Kennewick) and about five years on the bench. Just wanted to wish Phil a Happy retirement and to encourage any of you oldsters out there to do the same if you happen to have contact with him. Have a good time Phil.... -Ray Gillette (49) ******************************************** >>From: Ann Bishop Myers (60) Re: Class of '60 [LADIES] Lunch The monthly Ladies of 1960 lunch will be held at the Emerald of Siam, 1314 Jadwin, Richland on Saturday, January 6 at 11:30. -Ann Bishop Myers (60) ~ Kennewick, WA ******************************************** >>From: Betsy Fox Vance (63) Re: Happy New Year... Let's Make Things Happen Happy New Year to all..... May it be a year full of promise, laughter, good moments and friends. I have relocated to Richland this past year - and in the spirit of my wish for you all, am attempting to recreate the sense of community and friendship I had in Missoula for 20 years. In that endeavor, I would like to ask any interested old Bombers (keyword: old) in the Tri-Cities if they would be interested in forming together for any of the following activities ~ a group that would meet once a month for potlucks at different people's homes (perhaps each month, do a different culture - each bringing dishes from that ethnic group - we could even consider "Denny's" an ethnic group and go there for one of our months... :-) --- that one is for you, Ves ) ------- or ~ any people interested in forming a bridge group - preferably duplicate - but if not duplicate, then contract/party bridge to meet once or twice a month --- maybe a group combined with the potluck idea ----- or ~ a group that would be interested in meeting for TGIFs at some local hangout. I am open to any other ideas people have - - Ummm, if it isn't too painfully obvious, I am trying to "get a life" as they say. My kidlets are going off to college (ingrates! They were supposed to stay home their whole life and take care of mommy dearest) - and it is really a strange feeling for me -having been gone from Richland for 37 years and now be back living in the house that I grew up in. Talk about time travel. I still can't open the forbidden cabinet where my father kept his bourbon. I can't find any old hippies turned into soccer mom's in Richland. Missoula was full of them... and my 15 years before that in Boulder Colorado also was. I keep saying, "peace, brother" to all these engineers and they just stare at me. Yikes, I'm caught between identities....... 55 and trying to enter this AARP phase gracefully. By the way, I wanted to thank all the fine people I saw at the R2K in June for the many kindnesses that were extended to me, during my mom's illness. Fellow '63ers -- you are an awesome bunch - and many others, as well. It meant a lot - the warmth and friendship that was offered to me during that very difficult time. Mom is slowly coming back from her cerebral hemorrhage.... but, at 91, it is a huge uphill battle. Just had another idea for a group - - a discussion group that gets together once a month (with a meal before hand) to talk about issues facing us - aging parents, children off to college or older - our own health - can we really water ski again? - how much we all love Bill Clinton and will miss him? - can we still tool Zip's at age 55 or jump off the high dive at the pool? -- or go up to Tolgate and swagger around with our 'hooks/belt' on to take us up "High" mt? (Definitely a John Wayne swagger that happened when you graduated to that level --- most of us are missing a few fingers that got caught in that tow - or at least ALMOST missing a few) -- or we can talk about how we used to look at our green feet and toes through the neat radiation machine at David's Shoes in Richland at the Uptown in the 50s. Lots we could talk about - serious and fun. So... anyone interested, please contact me - Betsy Fox Vance, class of '63 and, if you remember our house on Gowen St. - rt. by the river, stop by sometime. I send you all my best - and have so many fond memories of you ..... -Betsy Fox Vance (63) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Re: This is a test and only a test What song did JAMES TALLEY write and sing in his album BLACK JACK CHOIR/AIN'T IT SOMETHING that should be of interest to Richland Bombers (;-) Score 1000 points if you know the answer without looking it up? Score 50 points if you look it up. No score if you don't bother to search for it! Score a million points if you have a copy of the album (;-) -Gary Behymer (64) ~ Now living in Colfax, WA ******************************************** >>From: Steve Edwards (68) To: Phil Jones (69) I just read about your father passing on this week and want to express condolences from the Edwards family to your family. Jimmy Jones was one of the "great" coaches of youth baseball in Richland, I'm proud to have known him. You and your family are in our prayers. -Steve Edwards (68) ~ Eatonville, WA ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To: Dan Ham (72) Thanks Dan. 49 and holding. Also, fellow '70 graduate, Bill Guinn. passed away. Bill Guinn always had time for a smile, and hello followed by sincere conversation. -Steve Piippo (70) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/05/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4 Bombers sent stuff: Harry "Skip" Scott (52), Mike Clowes (54), Rose Boswell (61), Patty Stordahl (72) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Skip Scott (52) I was wondering is there is a copy of a booklet called "Payday" on a B-17 where all the workers gave one days pay to have it built. The mural is on the side of the gym. I would be happy to know how I can obtain a copy of this. Also, where do I send my "donation" of $12.00. A great job is being done and the fee is so nominal. Hello to all the Bombers..... -Skip Scott (52) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Day's Pay mural on the side of the Art Dawald Gym is at: Days Pay Mural The program of the Christening of Day's Pay was scanned by Richard Swanson (64). -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Good News Dept. In an e-mail from Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54), those of the class on her e-mail list got the news that Rosalie Gire Grabner (54) has survived her "valve job," and is doing well. Fortunately for Rosalie, the "valve job" was done at Sacred Heart in Spokane and not the local "Mr. Goodwrench" (even though his rate was cheaper). Further, if things go as they are, Gordon Anderson (54) should be available shortly to continue teaching Tom Tracy (55) how to tie shoes and keep them tied. From what Marguerite said, Gordon has been getting prints of this rag, and is enjoying his "eulogy" very much. I also understand that Gordon's wife has learned more about him from these pages than from "Gordy" himself. And here, all along, we thought those stories came under the "Official Secrets Act". Re: Bad News Dept. In the same e-mail, Marguerite made mention of the demise of Club-40. It would seem that there were few, if any, who stepped forward and offered to take up the reins. I, for one, had offered my services as a possible vice- president, and for the reasons I stated on these pages, felt I could not do anymore at the present. A 500-mile commute is just a little out of reason. This year will mark the last reunion of Club 40. We will commemorate those who celebrate their 55th, 50th and 45th anniversaries of course. And I am sure will make welcome those of the Class of '61 who may want to join with us. I have but two regrets in this matter. I regret that I hadn't found the club any sooner, and I regret that this will be the last. If any of you not on the Class of '54 list who wish to contact either Rosalie or Gordon via snail mail, contact Marguerite for their addresses. With those thoughts in mind, I still offer you Bomber Cheers. -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) Does anyone remember when we were little kids at the fireworks displays, did the fireworks make flags and some other pictures in the sky? My kids and my younger co workers think I've been smoking something. Ha. I would send it to The Fireworks Guy but cant find his email address. -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [I remember a flag between the gold posts in the Bomber Bowl - a finale one year?? Maybe Larry Mattingly (60) - aka, Mr. Fireworks, can tell us more... -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Patty Stordahl (72) Still alive in Seattle. Over the holidays a couple of us old Bombers got together and times were remembered and we had a blast. Peter Brandt (72) & I played pool and danced into the night. Any other Bombers on the west side of the mountains want to get together and meet at Jillians Billiards just email me and we all can get together. I have lots of free pool time there so let's go play and rekindle the memories. We can also catch up on kids grandkids and any thing else that we can think of. -Patty Stordahl (72) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/06/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers and 1 funeral notice toady: Larry Mattingly (60), Frazier Botsford (62WB), Helen Cross (62), Marianne Matthews (63), Det Wegener (65), Len Rediske (66), Tedd Cadd (66), Debbie Bennett (72), Mike Davis (74), Treg Owings (76) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) Re: Flags in the sky I was involved with the fireworks both for Atomic Frontier Days and the 4th of July from about '53 to '67/8. Some were at "Riverside Park and later at Bomber Bowl. We never did have pictures in the sky. They were always within 5 to 10 feet of the ground. These "pictures in fire" took many forms. Of course you remember the US Flag. But we also did things like "fish-eating pelican, cop and speeder (2 pieces), fire truck and house fire, Jumbo the elephant squirting water, and many more. Lots of good, entertaining fun. We did have some salute shells that released a small US Flag under a parachute when it went bang, but too many kids got banged up scrambling and fighting for the flags, so we stopped doing that. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Tacoma, WA ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) To: Rose Boswell Smith (61) I think I remember the fireworks making picture displays (like the flag) when it used to be in the old Bomber Bowl. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ******************************************** >>From: Frazier Botsford (62WB) Re: Fireworks I'm not Larry Mattingly (60), but I could play him on TV. The flags/pictures were not "in the sky", but on the ground. They were static displays of many different "spewing" type displays (like the ones you set on the ground that just went sppppppppptttt for a few minutes). A couple of hundred of these laid out and wired together in a pattern and fused together would be the flag, or other picture or message: "HAPPY BRIS JASON". Pretty effective for smaller displays (you have to be close enough to read them). -Frazier Botsford (62WB) ******************************************** >>From: Marianne Matthews Wood (63) To: Rose Boswell Smith (61) Re: Fireworks I definitely remember the flag but not up in the sky - it was between poles and near the ground, but we were small then and perhaps it seemed up higher. We always went to the Bomber Bowl for those and it definitely was a highlight - I remember one night, when one of the whirly- type spinner firework didn't get into the sky and came through the crowd. I don't remember anyone being hurt but it definitely was exciting. I also remember our dog, Mamie (named after Eisenhower's wife after he attended the dam ceremony at McNary, I believe) would get crazy with the noise on the 4th. We tried to take her to the bowl but she heard the booms, broke away from the leash and ran home. What I can't remember is if we stayed for the rest of the fireworks or went after her. -Marianne Matthews Wood (63) ~ Bothell, WA ******************************************** >>From: Det Wegener (65) To: Skip Scott (52) Re: "Payday" Skip, A couple of years ago (6? Well, that's a couple) our older daughter, Liesl, did a History Day project on the "Bomber". It was in the form of a large (~3' wide x 6' tall) poster. She had a copy of the "payday" pamphlet, I believe, which she included on the display. The last I knew, it was up in the Col-Hi library in a display cabinet. She talked to all the crew and some of the people in Richland who donated to the effort. It is a very personal side of the story of our "mascot". By the way, Liesl is a 2000 Hanford High grad. But maybe some of the ol' Bomber rubbed off on her. She would never admit it!! -Det Wegener (65) ******************************************** >>From: Len Rediske (66) Re: American Flags in the sky or on the ground To: Rose Boswell Smith (61) Hi there I remember going to the Fireworks show many times at the Bomber Bowl. I do remember having an American Flag and many other ground shows that were set up right in the middle of the field. There were spinning shows, as well as patriotic scenes done also. I am not sure is I remember whether they did the American Flag between the goal posts. I don't think they did. I was there one year when one of the spinners came off the stand, and flew into the crown on the ground and burned a few people pretty badly. After that all the crowds were kept on the upper half of the bleachers and on the hill at the north west corner of the bowl. We always sat up there, because we could lay down on the ground and watch the show. A little aside to this. Right now, we live in Vancouver, WA, which boasts the largest fireworks show west of the Mississippi. It lasts from 45 minutes to almost an hour. Music is simulcast on local radio stations, plus the Portland, Oregon TV station Channel 8 shows the entire show. Not as good as being there, however. What a blast, so to speak. Anybody down this way on July 4, drop in for a good one. 2001 show will be the first one that will be attended by our first granddaughter Kately, who will turn 1 a few days before. later -Len Rediske (66) ******************************************** >>From: Tedd Cadd (66) Re: Miracles of medicine... For any who know my mother (Polly Cadd), she just had her 4th (Fourth, yes, 1-2-3-4!) hip replacement surgery this morning (Jan 4th). She's doing well after three hours of surgery that included a complete replacement with bone grafting. She's at Kadlec here in Richland. -Tedd Cadd (66) ******************************************** >>From: Deb Bennett Bayoff (72) The other day I was reading Bombers in Memorium and saw that a couple of people I went to school with had died since August. I was deeply saddened. Martina Farris and Bob Martinson were two really unique people. I was in school with Martina since we were just kids. She was quiet and was treated like an outcast. I was one of those who treated her badly. At our twenty year reunion I had an opportunity to speak to her. She had just lost her son. I am so glad that I had an opportunity to connect with her as adults, but so sorry that I waited so long to treat her with the respect she deserved. Bob Martinson used to hang out with Leonard Maxwell (died in l971). Leonard and I worked at Herfey's and Bob used to come in a lot. He always drove the neatest cars and park in the Rosauer's Parking lot across from Zip's. At our 25th reunion I introduced my husband to Bob and we talked (you guessed it) "cars". Bob was a really funny and unique person. -Deb Bennett Bayoff (72) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) How many of you had to go through the humiliation of wearing those bright yellow raincoats to school? Of course, the outfit was not complete without the yellow hat that draped over the ears and had the fashionable little bill in front, and the "always three sizes too big" black golashes. My brother, Steve (72-RIP), and I each got a raincoat one year. We thought they were pretty neat until one day it rained and Mom actually made us wear them to school! Believe me, it's hard to look "cool" when you look like a giant fire hydrant! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Treg Owings (76) To: Rose Boswell Smith (61) I seem to remember the flag being on the fence. I remember them trying to make pictures in the air but could never really see the picture. I also remember one year they had a large pinwheel that jumped the pin and rolled through the crowd. Anyone remember that? Rose, were you a teacher? -Treg Owings (76) ******************************************** ******************************************** Funeral Notice: Dick Enders ~ Class of '63 *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/07/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 01/06/01 - Richland Bombers, 63 ~~ Wenatchee Panthers, 41 The play-by-play announcer (from Wenatchee's KPQ radio station) called the Art Dawald Gym "The Bomb Shelter" throughout the game. Anybody know when that started?? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Anna May Wann (49), Mike Clowes (54), Ed Wood (62), Mike Rowe (64), Det Wegener (65), Gary Bush (66), Mike Lynch (68), Mike Franco (70), Rick Polk (70), Gil Gilstrap (79) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49) To: Marilyn and Ray Hultman (47) My prayers are with you. Take care and know there are loads of us out here thinking about you and caring. To: Bob Carlson (54) Re: Club 40 That is real interesting that you volunteered to be Vice president, I volunteered to be Secretary. Maybe you could find someone to serve with you from the Tri-Cities area and have co-presidents. How many others of you volunteered to hold an office? The treasurer didn't resign and the historian didn't resign - so what's the problem? Are we being ignored? I am sure there are others out there that would love to keep the club going, maybe change the format a little so it includes all graduates or those after 25 years, etc., but no way should such a good idea be tossed down the drain. I plan on bringing this up when we gals on the "West Side" meet on the 14th in Fife. Incidentally, Patty Stordahl (72), bring yourself to this luncheon and lets get acquainted - we can talk about your Aunt Crystal. There are enough of us in the immediate Seattle area (by looking at your cities after your names) that maybe you younger ones can pump some new blood into the Club 40 and keep it alive. Also Patty, maybe some of us can meet you for a game of pool (I'm a bad shot - but I love games) Or do any of you play golf? - Oh well that's another story. See you on the 14th. Incidentally since we are going to Fife instead of Sea-Tac, those that are riding with me, let's meet at my house at 10:30. It's a good 45 minute drive to The Executive Inn. Parking is good and location is good so we won't have any trouble getting there. (Unless it snows) Happy New Year Everyone -Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Rosalie Gire Grabner (54) I must eat humble pie, for in my last missive, I grievously misspelled her maiden name. This could result in having a incident similar to that of over a year ago when Hugh Hinson (52) was granted an additional wife by persons who shall remain nameless. Rosalie, please accept my apologies for this faux pax. I do, indeed, know what your last name is. I'll put off to "just one of those moments." Bomber Cheers to all -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Ed Wood (62) Re: Fireworks The ground firework display that impressed me the most was one we called Niagara Falls -- a brilliant white showering of sparks coming from a long cable that looked like a waterfall. Its brightness was quite a contrast to the dark sky! -Ed Wood (62) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Rowe (64) To: Gary Behymer (64) Hello Gary, I admit I had to look up the answer to your question concerning James Talley, but can I get extra credit for supplying a URL to down-load the song in MP3? -Mike Rowe (64) ******************************************** >>From: Det Wegener (65) To: Tedd Cadd (66) Tedd, Thanks for letting us know about your Mom. I'll give her a call tomorrow! When I think of your Mom, I think of her crossing a street with all her little charges. She was always so active with the kids she took care of. I'm sure they learned a lot from her. And she is always so positive and smiley!! Do any of the kids come back to see her? -Det Wegener (65) ******************************************** >>From: Gary Bush (66) Re: Fireworks My fellow classmate, Len Rediske (66), reminded me of many good memories watching the fireworks in Bomber Bowl. Hey, Len... wondered where you were these days! I also remember when one of the ground displays flew off and burned some of those sitting in front of us. After that year, we sat further away. I'd agree with Len that Vancouver, WA, has got to have the one of the best, if not THE best, fireworks displays - we watched it last year, courtesy of NWCN via our cable TV service. One year, I remember seeing fireworks in what was an empty field north of Lee Blvd. across the street from Riverside Park (now Howard Amon). I remember seeing two unexploded shells land near us - as a little boy, I thought it was neat to see one of them up close. Don't know if that was a 4th of July event or part of Atomic Frontier Days. Also, saw Tedd Cadd's (66) note about his mom. We stopped in to see her yesterday. She had a lot of visitors. For those of us who considered her like a second Mom, she'd probably appreciate your notes of encouragement if you can't stop in to see her. -Gary Bush (66) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Lynch (68) Re: James Talley Song To: Gary Behymer (64) Your question about the James Talley song sent me digging through boxes and closets where no man should go, but I was successful, so I should get about half the million points you offered. In about 1979 a friend who knew I grew up in Richland gave me a tape with about half the album, including the song I assumed was named "Richland, Washington", since Talley sings those words at the end of about every other line. I've wondered why more Richlanders haven't heard of it. Could it be that it didn't become Richland's theme song because the lyrics imply the singer's son has never seen his granddad because the granddad died of plutonium exposure at Hanford? Now my deep question of the day for folks who graduated around the time you did is how did the expression "Sure, Lloyd" get started? Was it a Richland thing or bigger than that? -Mike Lynch (68) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) To: Det Wegener (65) Great to hear from you, please contact me. I would like to hear about where you are, what you are doing and trade some old Scout Camp stories. -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Polk (70) Re: Bill Guinn (70-RIP) My sincerest sympathies to the Bill Guinn family. -Rick Polk (70) ******************************************** >>From: Gil Gilstrap (79) Message to Sandstorm while I was typing away my 2 year old son decided to slam my computer so I will attempt to finish what I started because I believe an unfinished version got sent ha ha gil Man, I am so glad someone else remembered about the flag at the fireworks display. I remember my father taking our whole family out to see the fireworks and I remember the flag. When I have told other people about seeing it they said that it was impossible to do that. Oh well... only in Richland, I guess. Maybe it was a nuke. Speaking of nuke: I still have friends over in Spokane who still ask me if everyone in the Tri-Cities has to turn their urine over to the hanford area. I guess after all these years and you still can't get people to learn anything... gilly 79 -Gil Gilstrap (79) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/08/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 13 Bombers sent stuff: Kay Weir (37), Shirley Watts (49), Gloria Adams (54), Linda Bowman (59), Larry Mattingly (60), Rose Boswell (61), Bob Rector (62), Denny Damschen (62), Frazier Botsford (62WB), Sandra Genoway (62), Marie Ruppert (63), Mike Davis (74), Phoebe Sheldon (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Kay Weir Fishback (37) DATE: 12/26/00 Re: Jean Weir (43) Somebody asked about Jean - Does she belong with Gordy (47) and me? Yes, she does. She was in the class who didn't graduate. Dupont and the government came in here to build the ultimate weapon (Why did they pick on us?) and they closed the schools handed the Seniors a diploma and said "Consider yourself graduated." and told the people to be gone. Many people only had 30 days to get out. Our Dad decided to go to work for Dupont and rented his own house to live in. That's how come Gordy went to Richland Hi. Jean lives in Seattle but also has a house on Orcas Island where she spends most of the summer. We also have another sister who lives in Eugene - but no E-Mail. So much for today's History Lesson and HAPPY NEW YEAR to one and all. -Kay Weir Fishback (37) By the way my husband and his brothers are all RHS graduates. >>From: Kay Weir Fishback (37) DATE: 01/07/01 Re: Basketball I had an E-Mail from Loren St. John (55). He has been trying to find out names of some of the pre Hanford day coaches. I guess none of your readers know - so maybe some of you would like to. I did answer his letter at great length but I won't put you through all of it. The team in our school days were called the Broncs - when the new school was established I guess everything had to be new so the team name was changed to the Beavers. Of course you all know the Bombers were NOT named after our product but after the Plane bought by Hanford workers donating a day's pay. The coach in 36-37 was named Putnam the next one I Know for sure was 37-38. His name was Earl Whitehead - he was also the Supt. of Schools and taught in the high School. After all when the district consists of two schools with a total enrollment of between 200 and 225 students everybody had multiple jobs. Hope this is of interest to some of you. That is today's History lesson from what some of us choose to call THE REAL RICHLAND. My dad stayed here and went to work instead of looking for another farm and in those days everybody asked everybody where they were from and those of us who stayed said we were from here. People either thought we were some sort of strange native species or were like one woman who said "Young lady, you know there was nothing here before the govt. came and there certainly were no schools." -Kay Weir Fishback (37) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Watts James (49) Hi Sandstorm: Even though I am a resident now of the State of Indiana, my family still resides in Richland. I try to get back there as often as I can...and when I come I try to correspond my visits with Club 40 activities. It is a marvelous opportunity to visit with old friends and classmates at one time. I might offer some suggestions: 1. Maybe having the event every other year would make it more special. 2. On one of our visits, the event was held next to a swimming pool. The noise was horrendous. My husband, who is not from Richland and has a hearing problem, found it very unpleasant and wanted to leave because hearing conversation was impossible. Whether we like it or not, all of us are getting older and many have hearing problems. If the hearing problem is nerve deafness, background noise actually can be painful. 3. Maybe introducing a special evening where people could dress up in their elegant clothes would be appreciated. Almost all of the Club 40 events I have attended has been casual. Casual is great most of the time, but sometimes it is nice to pull out your prettiest clothes and go to something special. Here in Evansville, my husband and I attend many social events that are sit down dinners at historic houses, museums, theaters, libraries, convention centers etc. and they are extremely well attended. It is nice to be waited on and look your best for an evening. After all, we are casual every day - and now even at work - so one evening that is really special is something different. Club 40 is a great idea. Unfortunately, I live so far away, I can't offer my services and can't attend the events every year. I think those who have worked hard to make the organization a success have done a marvelous job, and those efforts should not be abandoned. -Shirley Watts James (49) ******************************************** >>From: Gloria Adams Fulcher (54) To: Ted Cadd (66) Hi Tedd, Please give your Mom a hug for my whole family. She and my Mother were very good friends and worked at Sears together. Much later, your Mom was the wonderful caregiver to our youngest children, Karen and Scott Fulcher. I never worried a minute while they were with her. I knew they would be well cared for and kept BUSY. She continues to be a very special person and she's in our prayers. -Gloria Adams Fulcher (54) ~ Chinook Pass, WA ******************************************** >>From: Linda Bowman Warren (59) Re: "Chicago" Bombers Greetings out there in Bomber land! Jim (59) and I were wondering if there are any Bombers in the greater Chicago land area. We are living in Deerfield and thought if we could touch base with any other folks from Richland it might be fun. We are always up for an evening "downtown" or other activity in the Chicago area. After reading about all the others who are able to get together in Seattle, Richland etc., we were feeling left out. If anyone else is game and would like to get in touch with "home", please contact us -Linda Bowman Warren (59) ~ Deerfield, IL ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) Re: "Spinning thing" that went into the crowd. Several have mentioned the "spinning thing" that went into the crowd at one of the displays at Bomber Bowl. This happened 2-3 years before I started being in charge in 1958. Here is what happened. The item was a "Pyrotechnic Auto-Gyro". A helicopter in laymen's terms. We fired a number of them over the years. They looked like a 2 foot diameter bamboo wheel with several propelling fountains attached at angles. They also had an explosive charge on them. They were intended to be fired from a peg on top of a post. When they reached apogee the explosive charge destroyed them so that what might fall on the crowd would be very small pieces. We had a couple of years between Paul Beardsley and myself being in charge of the displays. There were a couple of itinerant pyros that did the display during that period. One of these, whose name escapes me, set up the gyro that year (55/56?). They didn't anchor the bottom of the post. They tied down the top but not the bottom. When the gyro was lit the torque of it spinning around trying to get up to flight speed kicked the bottom of the post out and down it went, sending the spinning gyro rolling rapidly toward the crowd. I kicked it as it went by me and apparently, knocked the explosive charge off. (We found it after the lights went on). Anyway, it rolled into the crowd and one or two got some minor burns, another a little more serious burns and I think there was one with small but very serious burns. Somebody help my aging memory. I believe it was Judy (somebody) from class of 60 that was one of those burned. I remember being surprised to find that out a year or two after I graduated. Since that fateful night I have fired countless of them without problems. However I have always had more room then we had in Bomber Bowl. They call them "girandoles" now. 3 years ago I watched a pyro friend (PhD/Prof from Cornell) launch a monster at a Pyro convention. Nearly 4 feet in diameter it went up in a myriad of colors, maybe 2500 feet before caught in a wind it came crashing down in a parking lot 1/2 mile away. It nearly destroyed a brand new mini-van. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ******************************************** >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) Thanks for all the replies to the fireworks. Great Fun. Nope it wasn't me that was a teacher. I barely made it out of Col. High. Ha. What do you all remember about Mr. Lyda. He scared me to death. -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Rector (62) Re: That Ongoing Fear of Radiation The note from Gil Gilstrap (79) or maybe it was from the entry after his, reminded me of this persistent notion that anything radioactive is a megadevil. Dad was overexposed to "dangerous levels" 3 times at Hanford, but is still humming (but a slower humm, at age 85) Worst time was when a lid blew off a container and about 20 guys were in the room. While machining plutonium (yea, you got that right), a piece about the size of a pencil eraser flew off and embedded itself in the muscle of a co-workers upper arm. *about where your tattoo of mother would go*. Dad took him down to good old Kadlec Hospital... they took out the chunk of plutonium, washed it very well, & gave him a transfusion. The machinist finally retired in Yakima, and as of about 5 years ago(?) was still very alive. Pop just laughs at the lawsuits. He said, "Gee, maybe I should sue for loss of hair?" I said, "While you're at it, why don't you sue for loss of memory?" -Bob Rector (62) ******************************************** >>From: Denny Damschen (62) Are there any Bombers living in or around Everett, WA? My daughter, Denni Damschen (93), and her fiance, Lance Sanders (95), are moving there when Lance gets out of school this spring. They will be looking for an apartment during Spring Break and I am interested in hearing information about neighborhoods in Everett, sections to avoid, etc. Hopefully there are no bad areas in Everett, but we have never been there so any info would be appreciated. Thanks, -denny damschen (62) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Frazier Botsford (62WB) Re: Hanford's urine -- In the 1/7/01 Alumni Sandstorm: "Speaking of nuke: I still have friends over in Spokane who still ask me if everyone in the Tri-Cities has to turn their urine over to the hanford area. I guess after all these years and you still can't get people to learn anything... gilly 79 -Gil Gilstrap (79)" Tell them yes, Gil, but it's delivered by air now. We all get into a big cargo plane, and hang out the back door and... -Frazier Botsford (62WB) ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Genoway (Jeneau) Spruksts (62) Re: Fireworks 2001 I would have to say that watching the fireworks "blooming" off of and from the Space Needle this year on the New Years' celebration on television, it was easy to see that this was one of the most beautiful, colorful best displays ever (as it was advertised to be to make up for the "missed" celebration last year, due to potential terrorist attack fears). All of the accompanying music was classical, starting with the theme from the movie "2001; a Space Odyssey" (or, Also Sprach Zarathusra) and including Strauss' Blue Danube Waltz; Beethoven's Fifth Symphony; and ending with Mussorgsky's "The Great Gate of Kiev". -Sandra Genoway (Jeneau) Spruksts (62) ******************************************** >>From: Marie Ruppert Hartman (63) Does anyone know when the Tri-City Amateur golf tournament will be held this year? My husband, Lance (60) always enjoys it so, but we may have a conflict with a family wedding so we need to know soon. -Marie Ruppert Hartman (63) ~ Bremerton, WA ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) Maren, This was sent to me and I added quite a bit to "Richlandize it" Run it if you'd like! - Mike Do you remember.... before the Internet... before semiautomatics and crack... before SEGA or Super Nintendo... hide and go seek at dusk... sittin' on the porch... Simon Says... Kick the Can... Red light - Green light... Red Rover, Red Rover... Annie Annie Over... lunch boxes with a thermos... going home for lunch... penny candy from the store... your first slurpee... hopscotch... patrol boys... skates with keys... Jacks... Mother May I?... Hula Hoops... sunflower seeds... Twister... Old Maid... Crazy Eights... wax lips and mustaches... silly putty... saddle shoes and wing tips... running through the sprinkler... stretch levis... Eddie Haskell... Mickey Mouse Club... Rocky & Bullwinkle... Fran & Ollie... Mr. Greenjeans... huge black & white televisions with the always fuzzy screens... When around the corner seemed far away, and going downtown seemed like going somewhere... hating bedtime... climbing trees... tree forts... backyard shows... lemonade stands... Cops and Robbers... Cowboys and Indians... sittin' on the curb... staring at clouds... making your own toy hydroplane and pulling them behind your bike... jumping out of the swings... jumping on the bed... pillow fights... getting "company,"... Old Yeller (did you cry?)... swimming off the docks at the river when you "outgrew" the big pool... Beatles on Ed Sullivan... Jackie Gleason... Toyland upstairs at Newberry's... walking to the movie theater... the Cartwrights and the Ponderosa... being tickled to death... running till you were out of breath... laughing so hard that your stomach hurt... being tired from playin'... sleeping out in the backyard... being told, "Wait till your father gets home"... Not steppin' on a crack or you'll break your Mother's back... paper chains at Christmas, silhouettes of Lincoln and Washington... the smell of paste in school... Flubber... What about the girl that had the big bubbly handwriting, who dotted her "i's" with hearts?... popcorn balls... sock hops... room mothers... Remember when... there were two types of sneakers for girls and boys (Keds & PF Flyers) and the only time you wore them at school was for "gym"... then your first pair of Chuck Taylor Converses... girls had to wear those ugly uniforms for P.E... When it took five minutes for the TV to warm up... When nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home from school... When nobody owned a purebred dog... push mowers... When a quarter was a decent allowance, and another quarter, a huge bonus... When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny... When your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces... When all of your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done, every day and wore high heels... the smoke-filled foyer during half time of Bomber Games... When you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped without asking, all for free, every time... And, you didn't pay for air... all those Mayfair grocery stores... S and H Green Stamps... dip tops at Tastee Freeze... When laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box... When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to carry groceries, and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it... Quisp and Quake cereals... When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents... Carmichael Hill... knowing someone with divorced parents was so rare... little league tryouts... getting "cut" off a team... sitting in the front row as a little kid at Bomber games... November 22, 1963... that distinct smell when you walked into B.B.&M... When they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed... and did!... When the worst thing you could do at school was smoke in the bathrooms, flunk a test or chew gum... When a '57 Chevy was everyone's dream car... to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races... And no one ever asked where the car keys were 'cause they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked... And you got in big trouble if you accidentally locked the doors at home, since no one ever had a key... straights and bents Pasco-Richland Basketball games when the gym was filled by 6:00 for the 8:00 varsity game... Remember lying on your back on the grass with your friends and saying things like "That cloud looks like a... And playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game. Back then, baseball was not a psychological group learning experience -- it was a game... Remember when stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals 'cause no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger... remember Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, Laurel & Hardy, Howdy Doody, Jinx and Pixie and Dixie, The Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Magilla Gorilla, Richotte Rabbit, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk, Yogi, Boo Boo and Ranger Smith... the sound of your Dad mowing on Saturday morning and knowing you better get up and take over... summers filled with bike rides, playing in Cowboy and Indians, baseball games, bowling and the big pool... and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar... making snow ice cream... The Man from U.N.C.L.E... Chief Jo-Carmichael basketball games in Bomber Gym... floating down the river on tubes... that long, long hall at Jason Lee... before Columbia Center... Sanders-Jacobs Field... going to drive ins wearing pajamas... When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents were a much bigger threat! But we all survived because their love was greater than the threat. -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Phoebe Sheldon Wildenborg (87) [NOTE: NO E-MAIL ADDRESS GIVEN IN GUEST BOOK] Date: Fri Jan 5 21:49:50 2001 I just wanted to say Hi to anyone who might remember me. I am back in town. I work for Tri-cities Residential Services. Give me a call some time. I was wondering if there is anybody out there? -Phoebe Sheldon Wildenborg (87) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/09/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15 Bombers, 1 Bomber Mom and 1 obit today: Richard Roberts (49), Dick Epler (52), Dick Nelson (59) and Laurie Gullickson (59), Judy Cameron (60), Patti Jones (60), Marianne Matthews (63), Gary Behymer (64), Linda Reining (64), Walt Sommers (66), Donna Seslar (68), Phil Jones (69), Peggy Hartnett (72), Jim Rice (75), Kim Edgar (79), BJ Davis (Bomber Mom), ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Richard Roberts (49) Kay Weir Fishback (37) has the distinction, shared by only a few, of being an original Richlander. She is unique and illustrious in that claim and has so much to add to the history of the old "home town" to so many more of us who invaded the area in those war days with our parents, or who, probably more common now, were born and raised there just as she was many years ago. The pre war history of Richland is a part of our tradition and we thank Ms. Fishback for her time and effort. Having said all of that, once again the record must be preserved that the name Richland "Bombers" was selected by the 1945 student body in a high school assembly and was named after the "BOMB" and not after the "days pay" bomber as Kay Weir Fishback (37) mentioned in her history lesson of Richland. There has been adequate documentation of this fact in the past year or so, but for new sandstorm "on liners", the history of Richland and the naming of our alma mater must be complete and accurate. -Richard Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Dick Epler (52) Re: Machining Plutonium To: Bob Rector (62) I agree with you and your dad that the fear and dangers of nuclear radiation are often overblown, but you might want to recheck the details of your dad's story about machining plutonium. The story gives the impression that plutonium is generally machined outside of a hooded enclosure (or maybe a hot cell), which is highly unlikely. I was a plutonium technologist in the 308 building for awhile and occasionally machined plutonium metal. It's much different than machining other metals. For one thing, the cut has to be very carefully controlled (slow but not too slow) because the melting point (1183(F) is so low (compare to Iron at 2800(F) that it can easily catch on fire to produce plutonium oxide, a fine dust that is easily inhaled. So that's one of the reasons for machining in a hooded enclosure, which is maintained at a negative atmospheric pressure to the room (which is at a negative pressure to the hallway/building, which in turn is at a negative pressure to the outside of the building). All that tends to keep any plutonium dust localized inside the hood. The other big reason for a hood is the fact that the critical mass for plutonium (about 3/4 pound) is much smaller than for other fissionable elements (like uranium), and it varies with the geometry of the plutonium object and that of the surrounding environment. That is, the critical mass can be larger or smaller depending on such geometry. So these factors are very carefully controlled in the hood. Critical mass, of course, is the amount of material necessary to produce a nuclear explosion. The other thing that is different about plutonium from most radioactive elements is that it's chemistry is similar to calcium, so that the body tends to treat plutonium the same way it would calcium (i.e., it goes directly to the bones). Being an alpha emitter, it can do great damage once it gets to the bone marrow where most of the body's stem cells are created. I remember my boss in the 308 building placing a pencil dot on a piece of paper and telling me that if that dot were plutonium, one- seventh of that in my bone marrow would be enough to kill me. The health physicists tell us that the threshold for plutonium damage is about 0.0008 microcuries, or about 0.13 micrograms. There have been cases of people ingesting much larger amounts with no appreciable ill effects, but that's because the doctors quickly gave them a "cocktail" to drink that had the effect of chemically binding the plutonium to a molecule that the body thinks is waste so that you pee it out in your urine... using a catheter from a hospital bed... into a special container for subsequent disposal in an appropriate manner (not the Richland "rose bowl"). Nevertheless, Bob, your main point, that your father and many others who worked around plutonium for many years have maintained their health into their 80s and 90s, is well taken. I - and I'm sure many other Bombers - are personally acquainted with more such people than we are with the younger, but sicker, "downwinders" who never worked a day at Hanford. My point, I suppose, is that contrary to the claim of the downwinders, our government and scientists took every precaution to protect the health of the workers... and were even more diligent in protecting the surrounding communities. Given that we were all working with something we didn't know a whole lot about, I think they were very successful. -Dick Epler (52) ~ Mt. Vernon, OR ******************************************** >>From: Dick and Laurie Gullickson Nelson (59) To: Linda Bowman Warren (59) Good job, Linda! Get those Mid-west BOMBERS organized! We need BOMBER chapters in all areas of the good old USA! Laurie and I say Hi to you and Jim (both 59) and to all BOMBERS everywhere. -Dick and Laurie Gullickson Nelson (59) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Cameron Ayers (60) Re: July 4th Fireworks Larry Mattingly (60) described perfectly what happened when the flying wheel went into the crowd. It is amazing how so many people remember that. He remembered it was "Judy somebody" that got burned pretty badly. We were all sitting there with our friends enjoying the show, laughing, flirting with the boys and the wheel came right at us - pretty scary as we all scattered and ducked but Judy Parker (60) was the one who got hit. She was lucky she was not burned worse than it was but it was a bad burn at that. Of course those were the days before lawsuits, etc. so she paid for it all I am sure. -Judy Cameron Ayers (60) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Jones Ahrens (60) To: Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49) Re: Club 40 In September, I offered also to volunteer to help keep Club 40 together. Your idea of adding five years to the Club 40 is a great idea. At the All Bomber Alumni Women's Luncheon in Fife we will have an open discussion time, bring your ideas. Good reminder about snow. By the internet weather for Fife, day time temperature through next Saturday looks to be above 45 degrees during the day. Hopefully it won't change on us this next week-end. Reminder: All Bomber Alumni Women's Luncheon in Fife, WA Best Western Executive Inn, January 14, 2001 ALL RESERVATIONS MUST BE IN BY JANUARY 11, 2001 Bomber Cheers, -Patti Jones Ahrens (60)~ Browns Point, WA ******************************************** >>From: Marianne Matthews Wood (63) Re: Fireworks Anyone seen the fireworks display on Lopez Island in the San Juans? We used to live on San Juan Island so took our boat over there one 4th to Fisherman's Bay having heard they were really great and they were right. There is a group on Lopez that make their own fireworks. These were unusual displays like we'd never seen before and the finale wasn't the many in the sky at the same time, but a very cool ground display all along a sandy beach. I'd never seen so many boats crammed onto Fisherman's Bay before. It was quite fun. Many of us stayed overnight and were treated the next morning to an extreme weather front that blew in quickly with a great lightening display; natural fireworks. -Marianne Matthews Wood (63) ~ Bothell, WA ******************************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Re: Basketball Did I miss it? An 'old timers' basketball game the Saturday before Christmas? Who were the players? Who was in the crowd? -Gary Behymer (64) ~ Now living in Colfax, WA ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining Pitchford (64) re: remember when from Mike Davis (74) entry on 1-8-01 I remember all of these! "Not getting older, just getting better". ;) -Linda Reining Pitchford (64) ~ raining in Bakersfield, CA ******************************************** >>From: Walt Sommers (66) Re: National Amateur Dodgeball Association (NADA) Bomber friends, Wouldn't Mr. Chitty be proud! This appeared on the front page of the Chicago Sun Times accompanied by a picture of a man crouched in fear with his hands covering his face -- just like old times for me. [URL didn't work. -Maren] Duck! -Walt Sommers (66) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [NADA's last rule in the above article is: "You get other players out by hitting them with the ball. If your opponent catches your ball, you are out. Complete rules are available at "The Last Rule" is what I was *thinking* when I attempted to catch a ball thrown by Kerry Kelly (64)... 8th grade at Christ the King... That answers this question I had when I found out my left ring finger was BROKEN: "What WAS I thinking?!!!!!"... -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Donna Seslar White (68) Haven't seen the article from the Friday TCH mentioned here regarding a 1968 classmate, Randy Fullmer, who is now working for Disney. Just thought I'd bring it to everyone's attention. I don't have a scanner, so can't send it. -Donna Seslar White (68) ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) To: Mike Davis (74) Mike what a great list bring back great memories. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Hartnett (72) Re: Mike Davis' list of remembrances Mike Nice job (was it hard not to include Denny's?). I think when kids see pieces like that they say, "They are getting old". It may be true but it also reminds me that we had big imaginations, a level of safety now virtually unknown, a sense of community that didn't need to be created, parents who believed we could do and be anything (if they didn't kill us first) and a just enough differences that we could all find a niche, even if it seemed impossible at the time. Thanks for reminding us. -Peggy Hartnett (72) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Rice (75) Re: "Sure, Lloyd" Mike Lynch (68) asked " did the expression "Sure, Lloyd" get started? Was it a Richland thing or bigger than that?" "Lloyd" was the star of the radio ads for Robinson's. Great ads, with snappy dialogue like: "We're here in Robinson's in Uptown Richland and we're talking with Four-Yard Frank Fergeson..." "Hi, Lloyd!" "How do you like my Day's Double-Knit Slacks?" Etc. Pretty hot stuff, eh? (Now why would my brain store something as useless as that?) -Jim Rice (75) ~ Mt. Rainier, MD ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar Leeming (79) Re: Arts & Crafts What a day, I spent the morning in my son's "Kindergarten Class". The students were making their pets out of "paper-mache" for their science fair project. Several mom's came in to help, what a mess, but boy was it fun. I think the last time I made a paper-mache project, was in 10th grade, it was supposed to look like a dog, however, it looked like a combination dog / bear. I named it "Bog". Does anyone have a memory of their last art project in school? Bomber Cheers! -Kim Edgar Leeming (79) ******************************************** >>From: BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) Re: << "Wait till your father gets home".. >> This is the only objection I have to the letter Mike sent in from my brother Bo Stephen's, with the added Richland touches.. All the kids accuse me of saying that and I NEVER did - not in my whole life. Those of you who know me know I could take care of those kids myself! Right? I expect a retraction from my beloved son, Mr. Mike Davis (74). -BJ Davis (Bomber Mom) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [MY Mom sure said that plenty. I can remember sitting at the top of the stairs in our "L" house and *begging* Mom to let us out of our room (one or two of my siblings were normally right there with me) and *hoping* we'd get out BEFORE Dad got home. -Maren] ******************************************** ******************************************** Obit submitted by John Northover (59) ~ John Bradley ~ Class of 1965 ~ *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/10/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 Bombers and 1 Bomber Booster: Mike Clowes (54), Jackie DeVries (62), Marie Ruppert (63), Peg Sheeran (63), Harvey Irby (64), Brad Wear (71), Brad Upton (74), Vernon Holt (Bomber Booster) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Mike Davis (74) Twenty years difference doesn't seem to mean much, especially when one remembers the games and other fascinations of one's youth. Although I did like Rocky and Bullwinkle (but then, who doesn't, except for the movie), didn't care that much about "Mr. Greenjeans." Come to think on it, Rocky and Bullwinkle transcended ages and Mr. Greenjeans was really meant for kids. It never ceases to amaze me what young children (from about 2nd grade to 6th or 7th grade ages) can come up with to keep themselves amused without adult supervision. I remember our favorite variation of baseball; "work- up". We usually played either before school started in the morning or during lunch hour. Recess was devoted to "organized" games, such as Red Rover or Mother, May I. In seventh grade, recess was organized, particularly for the boys into intramural games. Teams were chosen by captains (eighth graders) and stayed together for the entire year. We played touch football in the fall, soccer in the winter and baseball in the spring. It was fun, but not as much as the morning and noon pick-up games. Your generation had television, and mine had radio (which some wag defined as television without pictures). And the kids who became teenagers in the sixties had "American Bandstand." I will leave out the "lusts" of American males aged 16 to "dirty old men" about a certain Mouseketter. Where are those days now? Are we doomed to "Tickle Me, Elmo?" Personally, I liked the original "Muppet Show", but the "wannabes" leave me cold. Bomber cheers to all -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Jackie DeVries Brown (62) Re: Remember Thank you Mike Davis (74) for your entry on 1-8-01. It brings back so many memories. I always enjoy your wit and humor when you write, but some of that entry brought tears to my eyes. Re: Club40 I am really disappointed that they are ending Club40 when I will be eligible to join next year. Happy New Year to all Bombers everywhere -Jackie DeVries Brown (62) ******************************************** >>From: Marie Ruppert Hartman (63) My Thanks to John Adkins (62) for letting me know the dates for the Tri-City Am golf tournament. July 20, 21, & 22 for anyone else that might be interested. Always a great time! -Marie Ruppert Hartman (63) ~ Bremerton, WA ******************************************** >>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) Know I've asked this before, but wrote the answer down last year, and now can't find it. Who knows the name of other local newspapers people could buy in the Tri Cities in the early 50s, besides the Tri City Herald? Trying to find an old picture that was in the paper back then. -Peg Sheeran Finch (63) ~ Omak, WA ******************************************** >>From: Harvey Irby (64) Re: John Bradley (65-RIP) I was saddened today to hear of John Bradley's passing. If memory serves me, during our CKS years, John and I lived on opposite sides of the Uptown center and would sometimes walk home together. Occasionally, when we were lucky and had some loose change in our pockets, we would stop at the Spudnut Shop or Johnny's Delicatessen for an after school treat. I don't think I've seen John since high school. Therefore, he and I shall remain forever young in my file cabinet of fond memories of growing up in Richland. -Harvey Irby (64) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Wear (71) To Mike Davis (74) Mike You're turning into another Jeff Curtis (69). Growing up in Richland was all of that and more, much more. I'm sure others will add to the list, here's my additions: The smell of cut grass first thing in the morning on a summer's day, dusk till dawn Clint Eastwood movies at the Y, hunting anything, working at French's orchard, TriCity Raceways, CYO dances, AFFEE's physical, Regionals, Ridpath, Gunsmoke, Trying to figure out "Satisfaction" lyrics, Tolo, Car shows at the mall, Seasonal changes, snow falling at night... swimming to the island, jumping off the train bridge... jeeps in the mud flats, snow on Jump Off Joe, sand face, Barker Ranch, Randy Raymond's "Citation", any muscle car, Combat, Twelve O'Clock High, The Magnificent Seven, Dirty Harry, Bullitt, getting braces, bentz-straights, CBC dances, 9th grade dance, The Doors, Roller Rink dances, battle of the bands, Blue Devils, Devil With a Blue Dress, over the line, football in the park, walking through the grave yard. These all added to the Richland experience that my boys will never be able to experience. It was truly a magical place. -Brad Wear (71) ******************************************** >>From: Brad Upton (74) Hey Bombers... I'll be headlining at Harvey's Comedy Club in Portland this week starting Tuesday the 9th, through Sunday the 14th. I hope to see some of you there. If you come to the show, please come find me afterward. Go Bombers -Brad Upton (74) ******************************************** >>From: Vernon Holt (Bomber Booster) Re: Plutonium and Bombers Wow! The Sandstorm is storming! What a great venue for even scattered old timers to gather and share with all. I agree with Richard Roberts (49) because you could still see "ATOMIC BOMBERS" on the scoreboard at the Bomber Bowl in Richland in the 70's and 80's until about 1991. I worked at Hanford 50 years ago and am still impressed with the safety precautions taken then. "When in doubt, don't." Tritium release from heavy water reactors in Canada may be a greater health hazard than present or past problems at Hanford. But of course, all are serious long range problems to be dealt with. As Dick Epler (52) says, EXTREME precautions were taken with Plutonium and Tritium at all stages. (Tritium was separated elsewhere.) Cancer is very widespread throughout the Unites States. Here in New Jersey we have a real "cancer alley" near Tom's River. A bad combination seems to be smoking with other pollution or radiation exposure. A few of us who never smoked are still here. ALL of my former colleagues who smoked are gone whether they worked at Hanford or in New Jersey only. For me, your co-workers and loved ones, PLEASE quit smoking. -Vernon Holt (47 ~ but not from RHS) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/11/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6 Bombers, 1 Bomber Booster and 1 funeral notice today: Kay Weir (37), Helen Bartlett (52), Marilyn Richey (53), Judy Willox (61), Phil Jones (69), Kathy Snowhite (89), Vernon Holt (Bomber Booster) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Kay Weir Fishback (37) Re: old ladies remember The first emblem the BOMBERS had was an old (dud, we hope) conventional bomb painted green. It was trotted out for all the games. They didn't use the nuke bomb until some Japanese officially protested the name Bombers and wanted the school to make the kids drop the name. That was raising a red flag with teenagers and the mushroom cloud started to appear on everything (for instance my grandson's Bomber football letterman's jacket). After a while things cooled down and they returned to the plane logo which is on my younger granddaughter's jacket. She, by the way, lettered in two varsity sports all four years in high school and all four years in college. Another thing you might not know is that Richland in the pre-Hanford days had girls basketball and the girls won more games than the boys. Girl's rules in those days called for six players on a team and the guards could not cross the mid-court line. -Kay Weir Fishback (37) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Bartlett Sullivan Mowery (52) My late husband, Cecil Mowery, was born in Pasco in 1935. There was no hospital in Richland at the time, where his folks resided. His dad owned 20 plus acres on Van Giesen Street where the grade school is presently located and the farm house where he resided is still there. His grandparents lived across the street and also farmed (cherry orchard). The houses are now part of the historical society tour, and I have some old pictures of the area and the houses. When the government officials arrived, they offered my father-in-law less money for the home and acreage than the crop was worth that year (1943??). My father-in-law fought unsuccessfully to get more for his property, but was a bitter man the rest of his life over this event. He had little time to relocate his family -- eventually purchasing farm land in Kennewick, where my hubby graduated from Kennewick High School in 1953. This is a sad part of Richland's history. I presently reside in Kennewick, after graduating in 1952 from RHS (as did my four children, Karen, Katherine, Karla and Brian). -Helen Bartlett Sullivan Mowery (52) ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) To: Peggy Sheeran Finch (63) The newspaper that you could purchase in the 50's was the Columbian Basin News. It was a morning paper and the Tri City Herald was the evening paper. There was also the Richland Villager in the 40-50s era. -Marilyn Richey (53) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Re: Mr. Lyda To: Rose Boswell Smith (61) I think very few knew Mr. Lyda as I did. No, I was never afraid of him; and in fact, rather liked him. I guess I got to know him pretty well when I spent the many hours for detention filing all those durn notes from parents for excuses. (Anybody remember that but me; and, I wonder how many were forged? LOL!) At any rate, I liked him until the day I went to quit school in my senior year (knowing I was failing anyway), and he begged me not to do that. He told me that he would waiver the credit for the last semester and work with me for the credit needed for the second semester. I only lacked two credits to graduate, which I will tell you about later. Being the bull-head that I can be, I stubbornly stuck to the idea of quitting anyway and did so like an idiot. I noticed the tears welling up in Mr. Lyda's eyes as the decision was made. I knew at this point that I loved this man who cared so much for me, and that he was not as tough as everybody thought he was and he really did care for the kids. Every year as school started again in September, I would think of that incident and of Mr. Lyda and think that I should go back to school and graduate, but I never did. I had tried that the year after I quit ('62), but I couldn't stand being there when all my friends had gone on, so I quit again. As the years rolled on and events came and went (i.e. marriage, kids, divorce, work and just life in general) I did not ever go back to school, but still thought of Mr. Lyda and his kindness every September. Twenty years went by, and as the doors closed on the place that I had worked for for so many years (Adrians) and the kids grew into teens and were in high school, I knew what I had to do. I HAD to graduate before my eldest child, my daughter, did. So, in September of 1980, I went to the college and enrolled and took the classes that I needed to graduate from high school (Government and English), as well as a few other courses. In January of 1981, I did finally receive my high school diploma (no, not a GED, but an actual diploma) and did graduate before my daughter in June of 1981. I went on to take anywhere between 20 to 26 credits a quarter for the next two years and graduated from college with two degrees AND a 3.85 average. Not bad for the little quitter that only had a 2.something in high school. So, see guys, I DID finally graduate - it just took me a little longer than most. *G*!! Anyway to finish this story (but a true one), I called Mr. Lyda (he lived in Othello at the time), and told him what an inspiration that he had been for all those years of my life to finish high school and that I did now have a diploma and what my average was (which was 4.0 at that point). He had remembered me and I could hear the emotion in his voice as he said to me "I always knew that you had it in you, Judy, and that you could do it." He thanked me for calling him and telling him this and as I hung up I told him that I was now going to go on and finish college. It was those few words that he said to me that inspired me to go on. I let him know when I graduated from college and thanked him for being there so long ago when a young lady of 17 needed his caring and faith in her. And that, Rose, is why you should never have been afraid of him. He really was a very caring man and I owe him a debt of gratitude that would be hard to repay. He said the fact that I did do what I did and called him to let him know was payment enough. I hope this story will give you a new outlook on Mr. Lyda and soothe your fear of him. Thank-you Mr. Lyda from the bottom of my heart!!!!!!!! Bomber Cheers Rose and All, -Judy Willox Hodge (61/81) *G* ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) To: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) I'll start the ball rolling with the 2 most obvious old newspapers in the area, the Columbia Basin News and The Richland Villager. The Columbia Basin News was the morning paper and the Herald the afternoon paper. The Villager lasted 'til the late forties or early fifties I think. There are a couple for framed copies in the hallway at Kadlec Hospital between Emergency and the main lobby. They are interesting to read. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Snowhite (89) To: Ray Gillette (49) Re: Phil Raekes retiring Yes Phil has retired after 6 years on the bench at the Benton County Justice Center in Kennewick. I attended his retirement party representing the Juvenile Justice Center. Though I did not work with him personally it was a pleasure knowing what a impact he had on others and his colleagues. We wish him well on his retirement and best of luck. -Kathy Snowhite (89) ******************************************** >>From: Vernon Holt (Booster '47) Re: Machining Plutonium and Uranium Did not want to clutter up Sandstorm again, but am overwhelmed by the thought of a half million folks touched by Hanford in so many unique and intense ways. Bob Rector (62) and Dick Epler (52) sure jogged some memories of 50 years ago in the 300 Area of North Richland, seeing the machining of oxide coated Uranium long rods into short fuel elements or "slugs." This is described in open literature now. Since it is pyrophoric, machining it could set off a terrible hot fire, so the biggest volume of cutting fluid imaginable was poured over the diamond carbide cutting tool that had to be replaced frequently because Uranium is a heavy HARD metal, over 6 Mho compared to the hardest Diamond, a 10. (A 10 is indeed the prettiest!) I still feel safety precautions were quite adequate. I don't know anything about machining Plutonium but Dick Epler (52) does. Once in a while a machinist would take too big a cut or snag a slightly dull cutting tool and a chunk of Uranium would fly off. A dangerous projectile and there were several minor injuries requiring a rush to Kadlec Hospital to remove a small chunk, but I don't recall any time lost beyond a couple hours. Amazing patriotic fervor. A Uranium inflicted wound could be easily cleansed and no after effect expected due to the short time exposure of tissue to the considerable toxicity and low level radiation. I wonder if Bob Rector maybe heard about this years later? More serious is the most effective anti-tank weapon ever with "depleted" Uranium (238 but little 235) shells used in Bosnia. Kosovo and the Gulf Oil War that burn like a volcano on impact, burn a perfect round hole through any armor no matter how thick and make a horrendous fire inside the tank. Uranium dust residue has been detected some distance away and if ingested will collect in the bone marrow and can cause Leukemia, though not as quickly as with other toxic heavy metals like Plutonium or other byproducts like Tritium with a shorter half-life of 12 years. Now I fear I may be terminated by Sandstorm for throwing sand and volcanic ash on the party. -Vernon Holt (Booster '47) ~ Mendham, NJ ******************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Funeral Notice scanned from TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ~ Sharon Beutler Goldsmith Richardson Marshall (60WB) ~ *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/12/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 20 Bombers and 1 funeral notice today: Mary Triem (47), Richard Roberts (49), Grace DeVincentis (50WB), Millie Finch (54), Bonnie Steeber (57), Dean Enderle (57), Burt Pierard (59), Larry Mattingly (60), Judy Willox (61), Rose Boswell (61), Dave Hanthorn (63), Jim Hamilton (63), Jim House (63), Patty de la Bretonne (65), Shirley Collings (66), Pam Ehinger (67), Jean Albaugh (72), Greg Alley (73), Gil Gilstrap (79), Debra Wright (85) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) How did Vernon Holt (Bomber booster) find this fantastic Sandstorm site. I think it would be interesting to hear more. Maren, Gary and Richard - you should be very proud of yourselves for this accomplishment. I'll be sending my "dues" as soon as I find the right address, which I have carefully put away so I wouldn't misplace it. Old age.... -Mary Triem Mowery (47) ~ Ft. Lauderdale and Richland ******************************************** >>From: Richard "Dick" Roberts (49) To: Kay Weir Fishback (37) When I was a sophomore [46-47 school year], Alan Neidhold (48 RIP) and I were the managers of the basketball team. Someone made us a 4 wheel cart, painted green and gold, that we used to carry out the towels and drinks during time outs. The bottom of the cart held the drinks and the top was made in the shape of a bomb with fins and the word "Bombers" emblazoned across the bomb. There's a picture in the sports section o the '47 annual of Alan, the cart and me. Check it out, it's pretty neat. Maybe someone could put it in the pictorial archives we have and it would further support the fact that we were named after the BOMB. It's hard to change history. I hope that someone would set the Richland historical museum straight. I had a "go nowhere" discussion with one of the docents there. -Richard "Dick" Roberts (49) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Scan that picture and send it to me. I'll put it on the website. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Grace DeVincentis Spice (50WB) Re: Susan Clifford Peterson (73) Sue's father just returned from Seattle today and said she's doing a little better. She'd had another setback last week. He brought back 2 messages from her for 2 Bombers. To: Pam Ehinger Nassen (67) Pam - Thanks for responding to Email. What are you up to these days. Miss your laugh and caring. Give Jerry my best. Lots of hurdles, but organs working great! Take care of you! Sue To: Terry Delsing (71) Terry - Thanks for the note in response to Gracie's Email. Lots of complications that have been time consuming since surgery. Organs great though. Hopefully, will be home soon and on with life! Take care and give your Mom my best. Sue Let's all keep Sue in our prayers. -Grace DeVincentis Spice (50WB) ******************************************** >>From: Millie Finch Gregg (54) Re: Happy New Year All Bombers!! I haven't written for some time, but have certainly enjoyed reading all of the articles others have submitted. One of my fellow classmates, Marilyn Working Highstreet (54) and I were talking Sunday evening on the phone, and she told me that her oldest sister had passed away that morning. Her older sister Evaline Working __?__ (52WB) lived in the Seattle area and had not been well for some time. Now Marilyn is the only Working girl left, as her baby sister Zoe Working __?__ (56) died 2 years ago. I thought perhaps some of you might remember Evaline or just to let you know to maybe say a special prayer for Marilyn and her family. She told me today, that the funeral will be Saturday and when she comes back with the write-up and information, she will in fact put an obit in the paper. Have a very good day and I will be waiting to see some more information about our past! To: The girls in the class of (54) This Friday, the 12th, is our luncheon date at Granny's Buffet. We would love to see you there. We have such a good time and would like it to include you also! Fond memories, -Millie Finch Gregg (54) ******************************************** >>From: Bonnie Steeber Frasca (57) I just finished checking my emails and had this crazy idea of asking if there's any chance of any Bombers living in Thailand. I'm here visiting my oldest daughter and her family who live just north of Bangkok. Normally you would find me in Arizona, but some time ago there were several people who wrote in about the coincidence of running into Bombers when they least expected it. So, are there any Richlanders in this area? I'll be here only until the 24th of this month, so if there are, please get in touch. -Bonnie Steeber Frasca (57) ******************************************** >>From: Dean Enderle (57) Re: Help This old Bomber needs a little help. Does anyone out there have an e-mail address for Jerry Martin (57)?? I tried looking at the class of '57 alumni roster but there doesn't appear to be one listed for him. Any help would be appreciated. Big Bomber Cheer to everyone!! -Dean Enderle (57) ******************************************** >>From: Burt Pierard (59) To: Kay Weir Fishback (37) I assume you feel that your reference to the green painted practice bomb (to which Jim House [63] so reverently paid homage at R2K) somehow proves the non- Atomic Bomb origin of the Bombers nickname. You could have cited many others like the bomb symbols on the Pep Squad and Cheerleader sweaters. On the other hand, countless mushroom cloud symbols were also present, even, as I recall, on our '59 class rings. So what does this have to do with anything? Bombs are bombs and students have come up with clever uses of them since the name origin in Sept. 1945. The recorded historical facts remain the same: 1. The Sept. 13, 1945 article in The Villager said the new nickname would be "Bombers" or "Atomizers" as reference to Richland as the Home of the Atomic Bomb. 2. The name change occurred within two weeks after the above article (Note: about one month after THE Bomb but nearly 1 1/2 years after Day's Pay). 3. The first Columbian (May 1946) theme was "...APPROPRIATELY ENOUGH (emphasis added) the Atom..." Come on people - face up to your historical roots and admit we were named after the Atomic Bomb. I challenge any of you historical revisionists to produce one written document that indicates the Bomber name was in any way connected with Day's Pay. While you are at it, how do you explain the alternative choice "Atomizers" and the first Columbian theme? If any of you are interested in seeing the critical Sept. 13, 1945 article, email me and I'll send you the .JPG copy of the microfilm. Atomic Bomber Cheers, -Burt Pierard (59) ~ Monroe, WA ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) Marianne Matthews Wood (63) wrote about the Lopez Island 4th of July. She is right on, it is a great display. I have known the pyro, Dewight Walters, for many years. He makes most of what is fired from scratch. Old fashioned hand-made canister shells are as good as it gets. The rest they buy from several sources including my company. I think last year they fired something like 4,000 shells. The video I have seen is pretty spectacular. I wouldn't hesitate to recommend it if you are in that area on the 4th. We pyres have our own version of "spring break". The Western WinterBlast is held at Lake Havasu City, AZ each year on Presidents' Day weekend. We spend 3 nights shooting and comparing notes until the wee hours. Dewight always brings down samples of his work to test fire. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) Re: Local Newspapers [back then] The other newspaper in the area around that time was The Columbia Basin News. It came out in the morning and The Tri City Herald came out in the evening at that time. Hope this helps you out some. Bomber Cheers, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Thanks for the info on Mr. Lyda. Interesting stuff. Just goes to show what a little weirdo I was in high school. I was only in his office a couple of times for skipping school. Mostly in my junior year. But he put the fear in me. I was a model student in my senior year. ha To: Maren Can you tell me who the funeral notice is for? I'll be glad to get my computer so I can open up that stuff again. Thanks -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Rose: At the very top of every Alumni Sandstorm, you will see the number of Bombers who sent stuff and IF there is a funeral notice you will see "1 funeral notice". Go to the very BOTTOM of the Alumni Sandstorm for the NAME of the person, their class year AND a link to the "Funeral Notices" website that Shirley Collings Haskins (66) maintains. When you are able to click on the link, you can read the funeral notice there, but at least you can get the name and year in the Sandstorm. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Dave Hanthorn (63) To: Richard Roberts (49) Thanks for once again keeping the history of our proud name Bombers correct for all to know that our school was named for the Bomb that ended a terrible bloody World War and by so doing saved millions of American and Japanese lives. If the people of Richland don't know and understand this history, who will? To: Dick Epler (52) Thanks for your well thought out and reasoned essay on the problems of machining Plutonium. However, I do have one small bone to pick with one thing you said in your article. Critical mass is, of course, the mass of a fissionable material that it takes to create a sustainable nuclear reaction. It took several hundred of the nation's top scientist and engineers, a few hundred million 1940s dollars, and about three years at another little desert town called Los Alamos to figure out how to make a critical mass go "bang". A couple of years ago at a nuclear plant in Japan (of all places) they didn't follow some well known precautions in handling fissionable materials (as I recall, it was Uranium in this case) and the got enough of the material together to create a "critical mass". Of course it didn't go "boom", but it did create enough radiation to badly contaminate the building and to irradiate several of the workers there. I don't recall that any of them died, but at least a couple of them were very, very ill. Anyway, thanks again for your otherwise interesting and informative article, and I particularly enjoyed the way you worked in the so called "downwinders" problem. Very diplomatic. -Dave Hanthorn (63) ~ sunny today at Mercer Island, WA ******************************************** >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) Lucy Foster Smith (65) called Nancy last evening to tell her that Connie Foster McLean's (63) husband, David, had passed away from a heart attack last Saturday. There will be a memorial service for David on Saturday at Mercer Island Presbyterian Church at 11:30am. Should anyone wish to send Connie and her family a card, their address on Mercer Island can be located via yahoo people finder. I knew David only as I client, but we had several mutual friends who spoke of his energy, generosity, community service and love of his family. I'm certain that I am joined by many in sending my condolences to Connie and her sons. jimbeaux -Jim Hamilton (63) ******************************************** >>From: Jim House (63) To: Judy Willox (61) My memories of Mr. Lyda are certainly different from yours. I remember a man who allegedly measured girls' skirts to save the morality of RHS, or the Vice Principal who recommended that I should NOT graduate because I chose to play golf one spring morning. It is thoughtful that you shared your feelings that he was your inspiration. However, I read your story twice and see no reason to give credit to Mr. Lyda for your success. You are the inspiration! I consider your achievement heroic and an inspiration to all Bombers who have some unfinished business. I hope you can attend the class of '61 reunion this June and that your classmates will pause to honor your achievement. Bomber Cheers, -Jim House (63) ~ Houston, TX ******************************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) Loved the list! Don't forget lickamade, cinnamon toothpicks, walking barefoot in the summer, Davey Crockett..... -Patty de la Bretonne (65) ~ Seattle, WA ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66) To: All '66 classmates Re: 35th Reunion Gail Setbacken Carter (66) has volunteered to be the chair person for this year's class reunion. She has planned the first meeting for 7:00 PM on Monday, January 15, at the Denny's Restaurant in the Uptown. As plans are getting off to a late start, we will need MANY volunteers to help make the reunion "a go." -Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) I knew Mr. Lyda as did many kids in school, but I don't ever remember being afraid of him. I had respect for him and all the teachers there, with that goes some fear, of getting caught at doing something wrong (which I seemed to be good at!). I did manage to graduate. Judy, you said you had a 2. well I got you beat! I graduated with a 1.79!! But the up side is I went on to college when I was 31 year old and got my Nursing degree and I was on the Dean's List and VP of the Nursing class, I had a 3.5 when I graduated! So you see you can go on and do better! Sometimes its just a matter of being older and wiser. If there are kids out there thinking that they can't do it, just remember Judy and myself, (and I'm sure there are many others out there that have gone on and did the same as we did) have done. You too can do the same, NEVER give up on yourself! As the saying goes "Life is to short" you CAN do what ever it is if you REALLY want to!! Try it you might like it!! Bombers Rule -Pam Ehinger Nassen, LPN (67) (82 AAA. AA Degrees) ******************************************** >>From: Jean Albaugh (72) Re: Mrs. Harty To: the Harty Family My mom wrote me about Mrs. Harty's passing away on 12/27. I just wanted to send my condolences to Mr. Harty, Jane, Mike, Pat, Wendy, David and Tina. I have many fond memories of her. She was so willing to have kids over to play, even though she already had a full house. It was a fun house to visit. I remember one time Wendy and I were making mud pies under the tree swing. We were a mess, but she remained calm, and didn't get mad at us. (Seems to me there was a pretty good tree house there too.) Mrs. Harty was such a nice lady. I know she will be missed greatly by her family. -Jean Albaugh (72) ******************************************** >>From: Greg Alley (73) To: Mike Davis (74) Thank you for your extensive list of Richland and life memories. Although your list was partially stolen from lists I have seen, your (richlandizing) was well done. I could comment on many of those subjects because they mostly all kick in with great memories but the one I remember the most now is the Chief Jo vs. Carmichael games of hoops played at Art Dawald. I was in CK in 1969 and the game at the big gym was Carmichael (Dean Thompson, Pat Hoke, Jim Casey, Ron Hall) vs. Chief Jo (Steve Neill, Steve Davis, Brian Coyne) and they only became the 1972 State Champs. I think they may have pushed all four sets of bleachers out for that one. -Greg Alley (73) ******************************************** >>From: Gil Gilstrap (79) Does anyone remember the old Carnation plant across the street from Lewis and Clark school, where we would get free ice cream and an indian headdress made out of paper. Thinking about old memories, and remembering the big pool walking all the way there, not having a dime for a locker, standing under the cold rinse water so the pool would feel warmer, and walking back starving to death. gilly 79 -Gil Gilstrap (79) ******************************************** >From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: >>From: Debra Wright Ellis (85) Date: Wed Jan 10 15:38:32 2001 Hey guys from 1985 Great site, I just found it today. It was great reading what some of the classmates are doing with their lives. I myself am a full time mommy with 5 wonderful children, they keep me pretty busy, with P.T.A. and being a classroom mom. I am hoping to go back to college in the fall however to finish my Early Childhood Education degree. If anyone has heard from Holly Hultgren please let me know how to get a hold of her that would be great. Thanks Debra Wright Ellis (85) ******************************************** ******************************************** Funeral notice scanned from January 11, 2001 TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ~ Richland ~ Mark Amacker ~ Class of 1971 ~ *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/13/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 14 Bombers, 1 Booster, 1 Volunteer & 1 funeral notice: Dick Epler (52), Marilyn Richey (53), Millie Finch (54), Ramona Miller (54), Tom Hughes (56), Burt Pierard (59), Larry Mattingly (60), Judy Willox (61), Jane Walker (62), Shirley Sherwood (62), Dave Hanthorn (63), Jim Hamilton (63), Debra Dawson (74WB), Mary Davidson (85), Vernon Holt (Bomber Booster), Kathy Rawls (Volunteer) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Dick Epler (52) To: Vernon Holt (47, but not from RHS) I have observed the same connection between smoking and other environmental carcinogens, but for some reason it doesn't get as much press as it I think should. It seems to me our parents were a healthier generation. Our modern American lifestyle combined with an abundance of carcinogens in our air, food and water seem to have conspired to greatly increase cancer rates. I'm appalled at how many of my classmates have been stricken by cancer. Vernon, you and I are old enough to remember a time when we never heard much about cancer. Some suggest that what used to be called dying of "natural causes" (like my father) is, these days, most often categorized as a cancer of some sort. Perhaps, but too many are dying young and for many, smoking has been a factor. It's something that younger Bombers should think about. It's a great world and it would be a pity not to be around to enjoy it in your later years. -Dick Epler (52) ~ Mt. Vernon, OR ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) Re: Richland Bomb That green and gold bomb that was brought to the football and basketball games was set it out in the middle of the gym at basketball. It was about 3 feet tall and had some marks and dents in it from all the handling it experienced. During the years of the '52 and '53 seasons, I carried that thing around in the back of my car in the trunk as I ran around with Wanda Wittebort (53), Patti Badger Keller (53) and Janie Henderson Gandy (53) who were cheerleaders those years at RHS. I always wonder what happened to it. It should have been put in the trophy case as the first mascot of RHS becoming the BOMBERS. Maybe somebody knows what happened to it and it could be given to the school as some historic part of the school history. Re: Women's Basketball History of Columbia High School I have had an article about some history of girls basketball. A former RHS basketball basketball guard Steve Chalcraft (79)? grandmother was the star player of the girls team in l917. At that time the Richland girls team established a reputation as one of the best teams around thanks to a guard named Hazel Hucke, the grandmother of Steve... She was the star player of the then Richland Beavers. That is when they played with a half court and on each side of the middle line on the floor. I have this article about the team and a picture and if Steve would like to have the article, I would love to give it to him. So there were good teams in Richland even before most of our parents and grandparents were born. Prelude to BOMBER POWER. To: Phil Jones (69) I attended the memorial services for Phil's dad Jimmy Jones this month at CUP Church. It was such a great tribute to a man who loved the Bombers and followed them all the years he lived in Richland. Since I played softball at the time Jimmy played and pitched in the hay day of Richland softball, I witnessed so many persons who played with and against Jimmy in all those years. It was such respect and tribute to him both as a man and the competitive person on the field. I remember something he told me very young that when you take the mound, there is no friends when they step up to the plate. That you don't think who is standing there but he or she has the bat and you have the ball. What ever happens after that is in somebody else's hands. That the game is to be played today, discussed and then go on. That no souls are going to be saved on this field today. It is a game to be fought only on the field and then move on to the next foe. I never forgot that message, Phil. He was and will be missed by all who knew him. -Marilyn Richey (53) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Millie Finch Gregg (54) Re: RETRACTION!!! To: All the girls in the class of 54 Boy oh boy did I make a mistake. I guess I was just so anxious to see you I got one week ahead of myself and said our luncheon is today - when in fact, it is next Friday, the 19th. I hope not too many of you show up and find no one there. PLEASE, PLEASE do come back next Friday, and then you can whip me with wet noodles or something! lol Love, -Millie Finch Gregg (54) ******************************************** >>From: Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54) Speaking of the 'old days'... anyone else remember the army issue Quonset huts we used for classrooms? We had them at the original Sacajawea just prior to the time that Carmichael was built. I think they stuck the "older kids," 4, 5, 6 and 7th grades out there to freeze or melt, whatever the season, and let the little kids have the regular classrooms. They were the real thing, not the modular, air conditioned buildings being used now, but had the rounded walls, bare and rough floors. Where but in Richland or some battle front? -Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [See the Quonset huts on the Sacy web page. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Tom Hughes (56) Re: Fireworks Hi Maren, I wanted to let you know that the money for the best deal in history is on it's way. I am including a photo that is from the 1955 Year Book that shows one of the fireworks shows at the Bomber Bowl. Several people have talked about the one that got away. I think it's obvious from the photo how that could happen with the people all gathered around like that. I don't think Larry Mattingly (60) would be allowed to do that now. -Tom Hughes (56) ~ Auburn, WA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {See the picture at the link below. Check out the spectators on the grass INSIDE the track. -Maren] 1955-07-04BomberBowl.jpg ******************************************** >>From: Burt Pierard (59) To: Kay Weir Fishback (37) After rereading your 1/11 Sandstorm submittal, it dawned on me that you supplied the answer to a nagging question I've had for over two years. After my estrangement from the Tri-Cities from 1961 until 1998, I was shocked to find that a "mascot metamorphosis" had occurred. I left town with the full knowledge we were named after the Atomic Bomb and returned to find that the Bombers nickname was affixed to a B-17 Bomber called Day's Pay which I am not totally convinced I had ever heard of before. Following a tip from John Adkins (62), I was able to find the newspaper documentation of the fact that we were indeed named after the Atomic Bomb in Sept. 1945, but I was still confused about how Day's Pay could come out of the blue, so to speak. I believe you answered my question when you wrote: "They didn't use the nuke bomb (we know that is wrong - bp) until some Japanese officially protested the name Bombers and wanted the school to make the kids drop the name. That was raising a red flag with teenagers and the mushroom cloud started to appear on everything (for instance my grandson's Bomber football letterman's jacket)." This must have been very upsetting to the do- gooder, Politically Correct members of the High School Administration and Faculty, among others, I'm sure, from the community. Kay continues: " After a while things cooled down and they returned to the plane logo which is on my younger granddaughter's jacket." I don't believe things cooled down at all. What the PC people needed was a new mascot! I don't know how or who came up with the idea for Day's Pay but it was the perfect solution (for them). Here was a gimmicky War Time Fund Raiser that spent its entire War career in the European Theater and had no connection to Japan whatever. All that was needed to add some semblance of legitimacy was to dig up some old grads with shaky memories and put a new spin on the original name change (Beavers to Bombers) school assembly. A current RHS Administrator (name withheld - bp) confided in me: "I have talked to some folks who actually voted during that ASB meeting and asked them what they were thinking. Some have said it was the "Bomb" and some say it was the 'Day's Pay'." After a few class graduations, people forgot about the Bomb and it was apparently fairly easy to remove the mushroom clouds from the football helmets, etc., and promote the mural, floor inlay, displays, etc. The burning question after all this diatribe is: Why would the Japanese have protested the Bombers name if we were named after a European airplane? Atomic Bomber Cheers, -Burt Pierard (59) ~ Monroe, WA ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) A married couple who are very long time friends of mine once described me as their favorite "sentimental old fool". There are, I'm sure, others amongst who feel an occasional touch of sentiment reading the Alumni Sandstorm? I can't count the number of times someone has written something that has plucked a fond but long- forgotten item of memory from deep in my past. Patty brought up "lickamaid" (sp?) in this morning's Sandstorm (read at home at 5:30 this AM). That is my first recollection of the flavor of lime. To this day lime is my favorite fruit flavor. The green palm of my hand gave away my penchant for these penny packages of powder. (It was a far cry from the tragedies of the packages of powder sold on the streets of today). Someone else wrote about the old Carnation plant near Lewis and Clark. I now can clearly remember standing on the gravel nearby when the drivers were unloading the trucks from the morning's run. A smile would nearly always get you a "Dixie Cup" of ice cream. With it was a little flat spoon shaped piece of wood to eat it with. What a pleasure to bask in the memories of our youth. My thanks to the Alumni Sandstorm, to dear Maren who does such a great job of getting it on the net, and to all who enjoy it to the fullest. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ From my office in Olympia, WA ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Re: Mr. Lyda Responses Wow, so many wonderful responses to my piece about Mr. Lyda. Very warm and nice responses; and, I thank each and every one of you that did respond. To: Marianne Matthews Wood (63) Thank you. It was nice to meet you and do hope that you and Ken will come to the reunion this summer so that I may meet you in person. I was at the reunion last summer too and had a real blast. To: Vonnie Reed Hoff (60) Thank you. But gee, I didn't MEAN to make your mascara run. *G*!! You don't need mascara Vonnie - you were always a pretty enough gal without it. I know what you mean by pride as a mother, and soon I will be the proud grandma of a 2005 Bomber and hopefully a graduate! To: Rose Boswell Smith (61) Thank you. Boy, did you ever start something huh? And you were NOT a little weirdo in high school. Anybody that would skip school once in a while can't be all THAT bad huh?! That is precisely ONE of the reasons that I was sitting opposite Mr. Lyda several times. The other one you will find in my response to Jim House (63) below. Believe me, skipping school OR having fear of authority does not a weirdo make!! *G*!! To: Jim House (63) Thank you! Ah, Jim, Jim, Jim - your response was soooooo warm and fuzzy and it made me feel good all over!! *G*!! I'm not too sure though that you give me too much credit, but I WILL take it, okay? LOL!! And yes, I too hope that my story could be an inspiration to anybody that may need it. I also remember the Mr. Lyda that you do, as I was usually the object of his wrath over the length of my skirts. And nearly every morning, when the skirt lengths went up above the knees, he was right there checking out the above-the-knee skirt that I was wearing. He finally gave up and just let me be sensing that he was getting nowhere with this little rebel-rouser. But I did spend a lot of time filing those dadburn notes though. *G*!! I am sorry if he was too rough on you however!! Oh, and by the way, I guess I best attend that class of '61 reunion since I am on the planning committee, don't ya think? LOL!! To: Pam Ehinger (67) Thank you. My graduation cap off to you, Pam. Good job well done!! I may have been stretching that 2. average some, but it's nice to know that I was not the only bad student in that school. Sometimes that was the way that I felt--like a real failure. But, Baby, look at us now!! *G*!! Both graduating from college with nearly perfect averages and showing ourselves that we COULD do it. A toast to us Pam!! By the way, you were 31 when you did it; I was five months away from 40 when I did it. Goes to show that one really does get better, NOT older. LOL!! And as Pam said, any of you out there thinking that you cannot do it or are too old, let us be an inspiration to you to just DO IT!!!!! Bomber Cheers to All, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Jane Walker Hill (62) Those of us who can't live without reading the Sandstorm Online on a daily basis....... Those of us who are eternally thankful to Maren for all the time and effort she puts in each day (and night) to see that we get a copy in our inbox..... Those of us that want to continue to get a copy in our inbox....... need Maren's new address, so we can send her some $$$$$$$. -Jane Walker Hill (62) ~ Juneau, AK ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Sherwood Milani (62) To: Mike Davis (74) My mom used to say "Wait 'til your dad gets home" all the time. What she didn't know (unless he told her), was that we ran down the street to the bus stop and the minute our dad got off the bus coming in from the areas, we warned him that mom was either going to be fibbing, exaggerating, or just plain making things up. -Shirley Sherwood Milani (62) ******************************************** >>From: Dave Hanthorn (63) Re: Club40 Apparently I am not the only one to be saddened by hearing of the demise of the Club40 group? I first heard about Club40 a couple of years ago or more when I first started reading the Sandstorm. I thought "What a great idea! I can't wait until I am eligible to participate!" I since have been waiting impatiently for that time, but know with just a little over two years left to go, it turns out that my anticipation is about to be dashed. What a letdown! But WAIT. Isn't it possible that some folks from the classes of '61, '62, the Gold Medal Class of '63, the Mickey Mouse Class of " '64 (just kidding), and the class of '65 could jump in and hold this thing together? I, for one, would be willing to do whatever an "out-of-towner" can do to help keep this great idea alive. Anybody else (especially those that are still "in towners") that feel even a little the same way, please e-mail me and let's see if we can't SAVE CLUB40! -Dave Hanthorn (63) ~ Mercer Island, WA ******************************************** >>From: Jim Hamilton (63) Re: On a lighter note I received a Christmas card from Dick Plows, my friend of nearly 50 years. Dick invited me to stop by his booth at the Seattle Boat Show. I'm out of town this weekend looking for something to snowshoe in around Lake Wenatchee, or a line of credit at Gustav's Pub in Leavenworth. Regardless, I'd like to ask everyone who is gonna do "THE BOAT SHOW, THE BOAT SHOW, THE BIG SEATTLE BOAT SHOW" (it's that Seattle radio jingle that makes me crazy, just like the Banana Boat deal for the one day sale at the Bon Marche, but I digress), to stop by, lay a howdy on Richard Criag, ask for something free and say that Jimmy sent you. His company is Top-Knot, they make dock lines and other neat boat handling stuff. If memory serve me correct, the Boss for whom he actually works is his lovely wife Marcia (a Pasco Bulldog, but she'd of made a great Bomber). jimbeaux p.s. Dick's had a dog named Pat, who would have been, at the very best, 7-6, and I still think Dick was the original Fonzie -Jim Hamilton (63) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) My dad died of lung cancer at age 56. Was it smoking, or a speck of plutonium inhaled during the 30 years he worked at Hanford? My step dad died of cancer at age 60. Was it smoking, or the years he spent breathing asbestos as a roofer/contractor? While I am certainly no proponent of smoking, it seems to me that men working in hazardous conditions are dying more quickly than others. Asbestos fibers and plutonium in lung tissue are a death sentence which works more quickly in some than in others, but will eventually getcha. Safety precautions and Hanford statistics are of no comfort to my twice-widowed mother. And although I have as yet detected no ill-effects from the deliberate radiation GE inflicted upon me as a fetus/infant in the 1950s (Richland), I defend the right of downwinders to protest and litigate such reprehensible actions upon U.S. citizenry. People who play Annie Annie Over and Hopscotch should never be put to risk by the industry which supports their own family. GE didn't know what radiation releases would do to people living nearby, so they released some "stuff" in the 1950s, just to see. Most of what we see now is thyroid malfunction. How dare they release this lethal weapon without knowing the consequence? Because we are all expendable. -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ~ Cheney, WA ******************************************** >>From: Mary Davidson Coates (85) Hi Debbie, it's Mary Coates. You might try the 1985 list on the sandstorm. I will keep my ears open. Do you remember Stephanie Smith? She emailed me the other day . Maybe she has Holly's email. Anyway, have a great day and I'll see ya Albertsons! HA HA -Mary Davidson Coates (85) ******************************************** >>From: Vernon Holt (Bomber Booster) To: Mary Triem Mowery (47) Mary, I stumbled across the site when searching Am. Nuclear Soc. publications a year ago on the net regarding safety and reactor waste management, and ran across the name of a former colleague at Hanford, searched for his name and up came his wife as a Richland teacher and her class pic! Then I read the Sandstorm for a long time before kibitzing. Probably up to a million people scattered all over the world, half still alive, were touched in some rich way by living in the "Richland" area. Ain't the net great? Hanford has a long tradition to be very proud of, and needs no revision, in spite of bad press in recent years. I took a night graduate course at Hanford in ATOMIC PHYSICS from a 1950 book (translated from his original German text by a captured German, Wolfgang Finkelnburg, interned at Fort Belvoir, VA to work off his US citizenship requirement). He was a brilliant physicist who knew exactly how to make an atomic bomb, the massive effort it would require and woulda and coulda if Hitler had not canceled his program during the Russian 1942 campaign, for more immediate weapons. We are just plain lucky or blessed and should never forget it. He once told me: "Vee vas better than you vas, but vee lost!" He had lots to be proud of but we have much more to be proud of. I hope a few of our grandchildren might read the Sandstorm! -Vernon Holt (Booster '47) ~ Mendham, NJ ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Rawls (Richland Citizens for Good Schools) Re: RHS REMODEL On March 13, 2001, voters in the Richland School District will decide whether to modernize a portion of Richland High School as part of an $88.5 million bond issue. The 100/200, 300 and Vocational/Technology buildings will be modernized to tune of $21 million. Bombers who can vote in the Richland School District need to be registered and VOTE on March 13. That includes recent graduates who may be away at school. And those who have moved away need to get in touch with Bombers who still live in the district... to remind them of this opportunity to invest in their school. For more information go to the district's site SPREAD THE WORD! -Kathy Rawls (Richland Citizens for Good Schools Volunteer) ******************************************** ******************************************** Funeral notice scanned from TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ~ Richland ~ Sharon Beutler Richardson Marshall, Class of 1960 ~ *************************************** *************************************** That's it for part 1. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/13/01 ~ Jeff Curtis ******************************************** >>From: Jeff Curtis (69) Re: A Day in the Life, Part I The morning summer sun had just cleared the cement gym wall at Spalding Elementary and had spanked the sidewalks on the banks of Tinkle street with a rosy heat that would, by mid afternoon, intensify to the point where tar patches in the road would melt and asphalt would squish beneath the soles of your feet. Kids would doff shoe protection as early as possible in the spring months but it would take weeks of pavement pounding and street-heat cauterization before their soles would painlessly withstand all the rigorous demands of barefootin', eventually hardening to the point where only the omnipresent goatheads could pierce their leathery toughness. They said that you could "run faster, jump higher", supposedly, in a pair of PF Flyers (that kid in the commercial would leap over a five foot fence with ease) but you could really take off and fly like a springbok once unencumbered by any brand of socks or shoes. I stepped happily unshod onto the front porch and gave Tinkle Street a thorough panning assessment. There was the AEC guy across the street picking up the urine samples from the anonymous metal box sitting on my neighbor's front porch. A few houses down and working his way to the same location was the milkman carefully placing his cream- white glass bottles immediately next to another of the same the ubiquitous anonymous metal boxes. I pondered for a moment, with the pee-and-poo mentality of my impish preteen self, the exciting possibilities of observing (from afar) the havoc resulting from some kind of a container mix up. Since I found myself unbreachably stumped after a full 20 seconds of thought as to how to actually pull it off, I dismissed the idea, no matter how entertaining the outcome, as impractical. My mouth had a gritty-minty feel to it as I had just put Ipana powder to brush and brush to teeth in a completely token gesture of oral hygiene. If they hadn't made the stuff sweet, I doubt that I would have any true dentition left today. I flashed for a moment remembering a presentation by Mrs. Bumgardner, the school nurse at Jason Lee Elementary, on the proper frequency and methodology to be employed when one was to be brushing one's choppers. She was a regular visitor to our home (all medicos seemed to make house calls in those days) during outbreaks of mumps, measles, whooping cough or chickenpox. I always felt sorry for Mrs. Bumgardner. Not for anything to do with physical characteristics nor with her personality. Just her name. I assumed that if she had any horticultural endeavors at her home, she probably would have to take a great deal of care not to have things in that arena go badly. The last thing that someone named Bumgardner needed was the natural (to me, anyway) association with a brown thumb. In fact, the delicious irony that would be evident from the opposite of that situation would be nothing short of poetic, "Deary, have you SEEN Mrs. Bumgardner's mums? They are the finest blossoms the entire length of Cottonwood Street! And her ROSES....oh, my....." The seemingly contrary association between Mrs. Bumgardner and her decidedly un-bum garden would play well as one of life's happy paradoxes. But for all I knew she might have lived in one of the California "stilt" apartments with nothing but pavement for a lawn. Anyway, she came into Mrs. LeClair's morning kindergarten classroom and had this huge toothbrush and huger set of fully articulating teeth. She would then demonstrate the proper brush strokes to be employed to maximize tooth cleaning efficiencies. We would all return to our homes with this new dental enlightenment and smear the toothpaste around our molars for a couple of good whollops, rinse, spit and call it a done deal. The refreshing aftertaste was all the confirmation I needed to assure myself that I had indeed scoured my teeth fully, as well as assaulting any nasty, cavity inducing bacteria to within an inch of their single-celled existences. I wished then that I could, as Mrs. Bumgardner so vividly demonstrated, hold my teeth in one hand and brush them thoroughly outside my mouth. I could do such a better job of it that way. You know, being able to actually see the chunk of Sweet Tart here and the bit of Sugar Pop there all hidden and secure in interproximal obscurity. Now, as I roll fitfully into the second half-century of my life, this is a desire I have completely and enthusiastically abandoned. I prefer that all things anatomical stay right where they started. Not many are cooperating however. Clutched in my left hand was the gleaming barrel of a Daisy pop-gun and in my right, a can of 3-in-one. I raised the rifle and carefully squeezed a single drop of oil into the small hole located part way down the barrel. Cocking the lever, I raised the gun and aimed it right at the back of Tommy Joe Wood's head. He was across the street hauling out his dad's push mower, preparing to do the obvious chore. He had no clue as to my deadly intent, being temporarily oblivious to my presence. I pulled the trigger and "POP!" came a loud report followed by a wisp of white oily smoke from the end of the barrel. Tommy Joe looked around at the source of the sound. "Gotcha!" I yelled delightedly, "Blew your head off." I pointed out to further emphasize just exactly how dangerous I was. I could tell by his reaction, which was decidedly unruffled that Tommy Joe was not impressed....or amused. "Good. Put me out of my misery." or something to that effect was muttered and then he proceeded to attach the clippings basket to the back of the machine. His dad and mom were A- number-one, world class gardeners (very assuredly NOT bum- gardeners) and had proportionally high standards for all things botanical including lawn care. They eventually opened up a very successful nursery in West Richland which is still there to this day. Tommy Joe did not share this passion but, evidently, did share in the maintenance duties. So off he went, lawn mower whirring away, cutting the lawn, not straight-on but at a forty-five degree angle to the street leaving a distinctive cross-hatching effect which was always the signature of the Woods' front lawn. With his brains, of course, imaginarily blown all over the yard by my skilled marksmanship. And the three-in-one oil. All good little children in the fifties were fairly dripping with firearms. The Mattel Toy Company ("You can tell its Mattel, It's Swell!) produced more ordinance than Smith & Wesson, Winchester and Remington put together. In addition to my pop gun I personally had double holstered pair of pearl handled Lone Ranger six guns (complete with mask), a Fanner 50 revolver and a Winchester lever action rifle, both fine products from Matty Mattel. I also had an official Zorro sword (complete with mask) that held a piece of chalk in its tip for tagging the famous "Z" wherever most inappropriate, but that really doesn't count in this discussion of true firearms. I can recall no homicide by chalk episodes then or now for that matter. Besides, my penmanship always sucked. The Fanner 50 had a broadened hammer lever, kind of like the business end of a teaspoon turned upside down which allowed me to deliver a deadly, continuous spray of fire by depressing the trigger and "fanning" my left hand over the hammer. The Winchester replica actually fired projectiles called "Shootin' Shells". These were basically brass casings almost exactly like real bullet shells but with a high density spring inside instead of gunpowder. A plastic slug then clipped into the shell casing depressing the spring. A "Greenie Stickum Cap" (small circular peel-and-stick caps) applied to the butt of the casing completed the shell. They could then be loaded in a conventional manner into the magazine of the rifle. A flick of the lever and a round would be chambered. Pulling the trigger released the hammer and the impact on the shell would 1)explode the cap and 2)dislodge the plastic slug which would then be propelled by the stored power of the internal spring out the barrel of the rifle to a distance of maybe ten to twelve feet. Or into the eye of the kid next door, whichever came first. Until, of course, the spring was used too much and lost its zip or you inevitably lost all of your slugs. A second cocking of the lever would eject the spent casing for future reloading and chamber another round. Lets see them try to sell THOSE today. A quick browse of Mattel's website currently touts only Barbie and American Girl dolls and a line of Winnie the Pooh materials none of which is going to cause any serious damage to a small child's psychological development or eyeballs for that matter. Those elements were vital to having any real fun when I was a kid. The parental comment "You'll put your eye out." almost assured an exciting diversion. Mattel made a whole line of guns that used the Shootin' Shell technology including an extraordinary belt buckle derringer. You wore it on a belt as a working buckle and it looked like it had an embossed image of a derringer molded into it. Until you pushed out your tummy. Then a hidden lever on the back would cause the derringer to spring out on a hinge at a right angle to the buckle and automatically fire a single Shootin Shell round. You could then unclip it from the buckle, reload it and kill any of your friends that you missed the first time around. I realize, at this writing, that the current condition of my tummy would mean that the derringer today would be constantly popped out of the buckle. Maybe I'll have to stick to conventional assault weapons instead. A good pop gun could also fire a projectile however. By sticking the barrel into the sod of my front lawn I could lodge a plug of grass in the end of the barrel. Firing the weapon would then shoot the plug a good....two or three feet. With no real pop and no smoke. Well, no free lunch I guess. Next door to Tommy Joe's house I spied Roger Smith heading down his driveway. I very carefully threw my pop gun onto the lawn and dashed across the street as I knew that Roger wasn't doing anything as counterproductive as chores and I might find an interesting diversion by tagging along on whatever he was up to. "Hey Rog, whachdoin?" I inquired. "Worms." replied Roger somewhat vaguely. "Nope, Mom got some pills for them last winter and they're all gone." I countered apparently assuming the direction of the conversation. Unpleasant images associated with the color "purple" and the term "stool" flashed in my mind fleetingly. "No....EARTHworms...for fishin." he corrected me. He proceeded around the back of his garage where I discovered he had been laying a heavy dose of water from the hose on the lawn. A pitch fork sat upright in the middle of the soaked area buried to the hilt of its tines in the sod. "Watch this." said Roger as he grabbed the handle of the pitchfork and proceeded to pull it back toward him. He then suddenly released the handle which sprang forward like a catapult with a "booiiiingggg" vibration. Nothing. He grabbed its handle again and repeated the exercise. "booiiiingggg" Then, suddenly, worms started emerging from the ground like potatoes from a ricer. Huge ones. Big fat night crawlers, some seemingly as big as garter snakes, started breaking the surface like a ball of herring being chased by a school of Chinook. We both squealed (well, I think squealed is accurate, maybe we yelped. Yeah I think we yelped) with joy and proceeded to gather as many as we could and placed them in an empty MJB can in which Roger had placed a layer of dirt. Our hands were now covered with a mixture of worm-slime and mud and, as official card-carrying nine year old boys, we couldn't have been happier about it. Roger put away the worm can for use the next day as he had planned a bike ride out to the Yakima river, just this side of West Richland by Reils' Rancho, for some serious anything-that- bites-even-squaw-fish fishing in the morning. We both then climbed the large sycamore tree in his back yard and for the better part of the next hour we played "Ripcord", our version of the famous TV show of the same name that featured two recurring fellows and their numerous adventures involving their parachutes. Thinking about it, I'd hate to have been a writer for that show. I mean, just how many exciting situations can be centered around two guys parachuting somewhere? They weren't in an Army Airborne unit or smoke jumpers or anything. Just two guys that liked to skydive a lot. On the whole, probably not much more exciting than two kids repeatedly jumping out of a tree. But it seemed pretty cool to me and Rog at the time. Of course we were lacking a few basic props. Like helmets, or jumpsuits, or an airplane and even parachutes. But those were minor impediments. We climbed into the tree as high as we dared and positioned ourselves in a precarious, downward-facing posture. Feet on a lower branch and hands on an upper one just as the characters on TV would do on the wing struts of the airplane "Approaching drop area." Roger would yell. "CUT!" I yelled louder and dropped from the tree, rolling forward as I hit the ground after the fashion of our network role models. Now, I don't think we fully understood WHY we had to yell "CUT". It was just one of the (few) things that the guys did on the show. I assumed at the time that it was a command to the pilot to "cut" the engine to reduce the prop wash or something while our heroes leaped into the void. In retrospect maybe that is exactly what was happening but logic tells me that most pilots would probably not welcome nor comply with a command from the guy WEARING the parachute telling him to turn off his airplane in mid-flight. Rog and I did series of trial and error (ouch!) jumps to determine the maximum ceiling in the tree from which we could leap without out knees buckling (ouch!) and smashing into our chins (ouch!), clanging our teeth together with our tongues occasionally getting in the way (outh, outh!). As I lay in a hospital bed recovering from disk surgery several years ago I found myself realizing the dear cost paid for the cumulative effects of this human "lawn dart" simulation and many other episodes of abusive skeletal compression over the years. But when you're nine you can walk through walls. "Jeeeeefffff......Luuuuunnnnnnch." I could hear my mom calling from across the street. I had worked up a pretty good appetite what with all the morning's gunplay and skydiving and knee banging and worm slime and all so I bid Roger adieu and blasted off for the ranch house I called home across the street snatching up my pop gun from the lawn as I headed indoors for lunch. The sun was getting pretty high in the sky now and it was really starting to heat up. Might be a good day for a trip to the big pool. To be continued.... -Jeff Curtis (69) ~ Seattle, WA *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/14/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 24 Bombers sent stuff: Mary Triem (47), Mary Lou Stines (50WB), Sandra Atwater (51), Dick Epler (52), Dick Pierard (52), Mike Clowes (54), Ramona Miller (54), Dean Enderle (57), Shirley Atwood (58), Burt Pierard (59), Ann Bishop (60), Margo Compton (60), Judy Willox (61), David Douglas (62), Linda Reining (64), Ray Stein (64), Det Wegener (65), Patti Sue McLaughlin (65), Fritz Strankman (68), Linda Thomas (68), Betti Avant (69), Mike Franco (70), Rick Moore (76), Derek Bowls (84) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) To: Vernon Holt (Bomber Booster) Thanks for enlightening me as to how you found the Sandstorm - it just amazes me how far and wide this wonderful site has reached, and has drawn together so many of us with our common heritage of being a Richland Bomber (and Bomber Boosters). Keep contributing! To: Dave Hanthorn (63) Re: Club 40 Your eloquent plea to retain the Club was most welcome. Help in leadership would need to come from the classes of the '50s, '60 or '61 for the reason of the club's charter which states that graduates of 40 years or more are eligible for membership. The general feeling seems to be that the leadership should be a resident of the greater Tri-Cities, but I think that isn't a cast-in-concrete requirement. Another thought is to combine Club 40 with the great group who staged the R2K reunion chaired by Kathy Hoff Conrad (64). Since the latter group plans to have a get- together each year, that makes pretty good sense to me. With folks like Bob Carlson (54, Anna May Wann Thompson (49), John Adkins (62), Burt Pierard (59), Patti Jones Ahrens (60), and many others offering up time and suggestions, maybe the club can continue another few years. As a founding member, I sure hope so. -Mary Triem Mowery (47) ~ Ft. Lauderdale and Richland ******************************************** >>From: Mary Lou Stines Pearson ('50 WannaBe) Re: Mike Davis' (74) list of remembrances Peggy Hartnett (72) recently commented that she thought that when kids see pieces like that they say, "They are getting old." I agree that this is profoundly true. It is, however, SO much better to be in the process of aging (beginning at one's birth) than the alternative, which is indeed daunting to contemplate! -Mary Lou Stines Pearson ('50 WannaBe) ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) I remember the Quonset Huts. I went to Jefferson Elementary and we had them there also. Not fancy either! I do believe that even with having Quonset Huts, we were pretty lucky to be in Richland. I am hoping that the Club 40 will be continued!! -Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) ~ Palm Desert, CA ******************************************** >>From: Dick Epler (52) To: Dave Hanthorn (63) Dave, Your recent comments about critical mass and nuclear explosions provides an opportunity to make a few more clarifying comments. Like the Bomber school name, this is a controversial topic. Your point seems to be that, while minor nuclear "explosions" can happen by accident, making something that does real damage is very difficult. I agree. Nuclear bomb chain-reactions are pretty much self-extinguishing primarily because the fast neutrons (10^9 cm/sec) from a fissioned nucleus split other atoms in very short time (10 nanoseconds). Thus to completely fission one kg U235 would take about 80 generations, or 0.8 of a microsecond. In less than a microsecond, energy equivalent to 20 kilotons of TNT would be released, generating temperatures on the order of a billion degrees Celsius with the associated pressures. However, without special design considerations, the device gets blown apart before even a fraction of that energy is achieved. The Uranium bomb dropped on Hiroshima used a "gun" type design to bring two non-critical masses together in a very short time to produce a 15 kiloton bomb that only fissioned about 2% of its material. Not very efficient. Actually, the technology involved in building the Uranium bomb isn't that sophisticated. The main difficulty was all in getting sufficient weapons grade material. Uranium, as it comes out of the ground, is 99.3% U238, which is non-fissionable. Only 0.7 % of the stuff is fissionable U235. So that's why they built that other big nuclear facility in Oak Ridge, TN. There they used mostly gaseous diffusion to extract U-235 from Uranium ore. Los Alamos' Dr. Serber believes that most of the two billion dollars to build the bomb went into this Oak Ridge effort. A couple of definitions: Enriched and depleted Uranium refers to the content of U235. If it has greater than 0.7% it is enriched; if it has less it is depleted. A little background: Both nuclear power reactors, like WPPSS-2, and production reactors, like the graphite piles in the 100 areas, can run on 2% to 3% enriched Uranium, and they both use a moderator (graphite/water) to produce SLOW neutrons with fission times in seconds rather than nanoseconds, which is the main reason such reactors don't produce a mushroom cloud when bad things happen. Building the Plutonium bomb was extremely difficult. Using the "gun design" would have required a Pu239 purity of 99.999%, and the stuff delivered from Hanford was only around 99%. The problem was that impurities such as Pu240 could contribute fast neutrons to cause a premature chain reaction more likely to produce a fizzle than an explosion. When it became obvious that Hanford couldn't produce that kind of purity before June '45, Los Alamos almost gave up on the Plutonium bomb. Fortunately, Tolman (not television's Neddermeyer) had the idea of creating a critical mass using "implosion," which solved the purity problem. With the implosion design, 99% purity was fine. Even so, the task of creating an explosive lens with precise timing was a monumental task. And that was the reason for the Trinity test. They never tested the Uranium bomb. There was no need. Just two other points. First, one of the problems with accidental criticalities is the "blue flash" (Cerenkov radiation) generally meaning you've been radiated with neutrons (and the Ah-Uuga horn goes off). They used to say that if you see the blue flash, you're a dead man. But of course that depends on distance and shielding factors. Many survived. Second, the hazard from most radiation sources is not much different than long-term exposure to hazardous chemicals as common as gasoline (lead poisoning), various pesticides and even fertilizer. Consider that while Uranium is an alpha emitter, its chemistry is such that, if inhaled, most of it gets eliminated in the urine. I've seen nuclear workers in fuel processing whose nostrils were yellow-brown with UO2 dust. I don't recommend it, but the danger is nothing compared to Plutonium or some pesticides. Regarding Tritium, it's a form of hydrogen gas that emits a very low energy (18.6 keV) beta (electron) particle. It's used commercially on watch faces (much better than radium) and to make exit signs that show up in the dark. You'd have to work real hard to find enough Tritium to inhale to do much damage. More medical Iodine-131 is washed down the sewers of Chicago every day than was released from one of Hanford's green runs. So what's the difference between getting sick from pesticides or from radiation poisoning? Not a whole lot, actually. The effects are very similar. My point is that it would be nice if the nation could gain some perspective on the nuclear issue. As Bob Rector (62) says, it's not the megadevil most people think. Meanwhile, California would love to have all the electrical power WPSS-2 can generate ... and 10 more like it! All their ideology seems to be fading. Funny how that works. -Dick Epler (52) ~ Mt. Vernon, OR ******************************************** >>From: Dick Pierard (52) I want to strongly endorse Bro. Burt's data about the origins of our school's nickname. To be sure, the mushroom cloud symbol was not being used when I was there, as we still thought in World War 2 terms of bombs - hence the dive bomber type of cheers we did at basketball game, the towel cart, and the bomb symbol on cheerleaders' sweaters. But the only bomb we thought of was the "big" one, and the change of the school's name in 1945 was a result of the product of our one-industry town. When I tell my friends around the country about the team name, they are always amazed at its uniqueness (and as one might expect, the anti-nuclear activists among them are appalled), but no one ever suggested to me that the name had any other origin than the atomic bomb. The Day's Pay plane was just an action of wartime patriotism and enthusiasm, and I expect similar events took place elsewhere. Certainly it had nothing to do with the naming of the school. Still this has been an interesting and enlightening historical discussion and the more youthful readers of the Sandstorm have learned about our past from it. -Dick Pierard (52) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Quonset hut school rooms Although I didn't attend John Ball school in North Richland, I seem to remember that most of the building appeared to be a series of quonset huts. They abutted hallways that were "stick built" so the children would not be subject to the wilds of North Richland weather. I may be mistaken in this, but that picture does stick in my mind. I'll bet there is someone out there who did go to John Ball, and can give a better account. Re: Downwinders and associated matters Having spent a period of my life where my duties included the "care and feeding of 'mushroom pills'", I can readily attest to the stringent safety rules and precautions taken. It was a matter of pride to be as safe as possibly when handling material that could be hazardous to one's health. This did not include tobacco products, which were consumed with great vigor. One even had to be careful with the cleaning solvents we used; such as tolulene, trichlorethylene and the like. Not fun watching the skin peel off your hands. We did, however, curse the day when the rules were changed to having to drink copious amounts of water in case of accidental ingestion of material. Previously, it was held that beer was a better "irrigation" fluid, at least it was faster acting. The problems we have acquired vis-a-vis carcinogens comes, I believe, following the end of World War II by two or three years. This is about as likely a time frame to begin reaping the benefits of "better living through chemistry" that gave the world all sorts of interesting chemical ingredients (such as steroids) to make things grow bigger, better and faster whether it was plant or animal. There wasn't always the problems that some associate with the eating of red meat. Re: Club 40 It is good to read that some of the sixties classes are interested in keeping the club alive. It is not dead yet, and hopefully there may be good news ahead. We have until at least September to rally around the flag, so to speak. Re: The Bomb and the bomber. "Days Pay" is not a myth, nor is it just a mural on the wall of the new gym. It is the result of what the workers at Hanford decided to do sometime in 1944; namely everyone chip in a day's pay and buy a B-17. Timely and patriotic. This was done, and the plane was known as "Day's Pay." It served honorably with the Eighth Air Force in England. Certain historical revisionists and neo-PCers would like to have it that the Columbia High School Beavers became the Richland Bombers because of the airplane. Fortunately, it would appear, no one is buying into this. Perhaps there is a tinge of guilt or remorse on their part for what happened at Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August of 1945. They forget that a fire bomb raid on Tokyo much earlier in '45 cause more death and destruction than the Hiroshima bomb did (including those who died years later of radiation). And the two bombs saved an estimated 1,000,000 American lives. That is the figure estimated by the planners of the invasion of the Japanese home islands had they not surrendered. Something to think about. Bomber cheers to all -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) "glowing" with pride in Albany, OR ******************************************** >>From: Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54) To: Millie Finch Gregg (54) Well, I did go to Granny's, however, don't feel too bad, I could have looked at the calendar to see if it was the 3rd Friday. You are off the hook with me, anyway. No one else was there so I guess I was the only dope. OH WELL! -Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54) ******************************************** >>From: Dean Enderle (57) Re: Thanks Just want to express my appreciation to the Sandstorm and some other Bombers out there for supplying me with the answer to a question and helping me to get in touch with another "old Bomber". It just shows that this is a great network of people and that no matter where in the world we might be there remains this bond of being a Richland Bomber and that support all of us need at some point in time is available. Best wishes to all of you. Bomber Cheers!!! -Dean Enderle (57) ******************************************** >>From: Shirley Atwood Sun (58) To: Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54) Re: My recollection of the Quonset Huts... When I went to Lewis & Clark there were Quonset huts in front of the olive trees. Being out "in the huts" was better than being in the building. The Quonsets were like club houses, something very special. I was so excited when I learned that I would be in Mrs. Eubanks' Hut in the third grade. I don't remember the room being particularly hot or cold. I only remember the cozy atmosphere of the room and how I loved being there, but that might be just be because of Mrs. Eubanks. She was such a wonderful teacher and one who made me feel very special. -Shirley Atwood Sun (58) ~ Chatsworth, CA ******************************************** >>From: Burt Pierard (59) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Your wonderful story of stick-to-itiveness in your pursuit of your high school diploma brought to mind one of my favorite stories, "How Momma Became a Bomber [kinda]." My Mom was raised in a semi-rural Indiana community where the family business was a small resort hotel called the Russell Inn. Her mother apparently had little use for formal education and was opposed to Mom going to high school instead of working at the Inn. A compromise was struck that Mom would accelerate through high school and finish as soon as possible. Finally, at the end of one school year, Mom was, coincidentally, two credits short of graduation and her mother would not let her go on to finish. This weighed heavily on Mom for over 30 years. She would probably have been about the class of 1928. On Groundhog Day, 1961, Mom turned 50 and, according to her, she was having a difficult time with it. Apparently, she resolved to remove this lifelong stigma and wrote back to Indiana to find out what she would have to do to graduate from high school. She was told she needed one credit of English and one credit of Algebra. She then checked with Col-Hi and found out that she could register for summer school, which she quickly did. Keep in mind that at that time, most all the students in summer school were people who missed graduation in June and were planning to graduate in August. Mom had no problem with English, being a frustrated, unrecognized writer, but Algebra was something else again. She was really having trouble. By the way, the class was being taught by Aubrey Clayton, math teacher from Carmichael. Since I was just bumming around town that summer, waiting to go in the Navy in the Fall, and math was always my forte and Algebra a personal favorite, I offered to help her. This rapidly grew into daily tutoring sessions but even though she struggled every step, she made it through!!! Unfortunately, in my view, but mighty important to her, she transferred the credits to Indiana to receive her diploma from them instead of taking her diploma from Col- Hi. That was how she was a kinda Bomber. Maybe we can call her a 61WB. A footnote to the story occurred when one of the aforementioned guys who missed their June graduation (the younger brother of a friend of mine) came up to me in the Pool Hall and was complaining about my mother. He was in the same Algebra class and said that Mom was raising the curve so high, he might end up flunking summer school, also. I didn't have the heart to tell him I was tutoring her. Atomic Bomber Cheers, -Burt Pierard (59) ~ Monroe, WA ******************************************** >>From: Ann Bishop Myers (60) Any Lady Bombers in and around our hometown who are interested in a "Life Makeovers" group (as seen on Oprah), please let me know. Feel free to spread the word to others. Group is forming right now. Based on Cheryl Richardson's book. 52 practical and inspiring ways to improve your life one week at a time. The group will meet every Monday evening. -Ann Bishop Myers (60) ~ Kennewick, WA ******************************************** >>From: Margo Compton McCord Lacarde (60) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Re: Taking a while to graduate college I truly understand. I started college in 1992 and finally graduated in 2000, only forty years after graduating high school. I took the CPA exam in November, but won't get the results until first of February. Now THAT was hard. The one thing I found out going to college at this age was I could not pull the all nighter anymore. Had to homework done by 9:00 PM before I became brain dead. Glad I finally finished, but do kind of miss it a little. -Margo Compton McCord Lacarde (60) ~ San Antonio, TX ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Re: Response to the following from Vonnie: ----- Original Message ----- From: Vonnie Reed Hoff (60) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Sent: Thursday, January 11, 2001 7:51 AM Subj: Mr. Lyda Hi Judy, I have to wipe the tears from my eyes on this ode to Mr. Lyda. My goodness what a great story. You know we really can be and do anything we set our minds to. Good job! -Vonnie Reed Hoff (60) - San Jose, CA ------end of Vonnie' message----- Hello to You Vonnie, Thank you for the nice reply to my Sandstorm entry. Yes, it was hard work, but I was a very determined gal at that point. If you think that part made you cry, let me tell you the rest of the story and really make you cry. I was the oldest of three children that probably was a real disappointment to my mother back then as not one of us graduated in the normal sense of the word and walked a graduation line from high school. At the end of my two-year college reign, I had the opportunity to walk a graduation line and had decided that I didn't need all that fuss and pomp. However, my daughter urged me keenly to do so, saying that she thought it would be neat to see. Well now, a teenager saying that a thing is neat that an adult would do has to grab your attention doesn't it? So, at the end of school, I got my cap and gown, walked the graduation line, had the picture taken and received my three diplomas in the normal way that should have taken place twenty years earlier. As I looked out into the crowd, I saw my daughter, son and Mother standing there and was sure at that point that I had done the right thing in doing this walk. I knew that my Mother was proud of me for what I was doing, but never until that point did I know how much. There she stood, flanked by my children, the tears streaming down her face and smiling from ear to ear! She had finally gotten to watch ONE of her children walk a graduation line! It was then that I knew why my daughter had urged me so to do this. She and my Mother were very close, and she knew that it was important to my Mother. Six months later, my Mother was proud to be watching her oldest grandchild (and only granddaughter) walk the graduation line and two years later she watched proudly as the two oldest grandsons graduated. She passed away just two days after that event, so she did not get to see her very youngest grandson graduate as he was quite a bit younger than the other three grandkids. The other two boys are my sister's (Deedee Willox Loiseau--64) children and she loved all these children as fiercely as she had her own. By the way, she also silently thanked Mr. Lyda from the bottom of her heart for the encouragement that he had given to her daughter. I wonder if you would mind, Vonnie, if I shared your response along with this reply to you with the Sandstorm readers. Your response has touched me deeply and I would very much like to share it with our fellow Bombers. Once again, thank you. Bomber Cheers to You, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland -----then Vonnie wrote: Wow, the whole story is wonderful. Yes, by all means, send my response along! I remember crying like a baby too when my son walked so I know what your Mom felt. Now I have to go fix my mascara!... Vonnie ******************************************** >>From: David Douglas (62) Speaking of pyrotechnics in the sky, does anybody else remember the summer of unusual sunspot activity, when the aurora borealis could be seen in Richland? It wasn't the 'curtain' effect you usually see in pictures, but parti- colored streamers beginning overhead and branching out down to the horizon. I recall putting a blanket in the back yard, concealed from all the streetlights, and watching it for hours.... The sunspots also did interesting things to television. We only had one station at the time, UHF. But somehow I happened to tune to VHF - and picked up a station in Dickinson, North Dakota. I watched for almost a week and got many different stations, from Canada to New Orleans. I plotted them on a map, and they made a series of concentric arcs across the United States -the 'skip' distance of the signal. Normally VHF signals don't bounce off the heaviside layer (not sure if this is correct - it's been a long time since my ham radio days), but with the intense sunspots they did for a while. One comment on the Tri-City Herald/Columbia Basin News thread. Tri-City Herald was a non-union paper in the 50s, Columbia Basin News was unionized. CBN was always trying to put the Tri-City Herald out of business. It finally became a 'throw-away' - they delivered it free hoping to destroy Tri-City Herald. As a budding journalist (raised in an anti-union family), I always felt it was worth about what you paid for it... Anyway, CBN finally went bankrupt. I did eventually belong to a union, by the way, the Hawaii State Teachers' Association, serving on the Board of Directors and twice taking leave of absence to work for the union during representation elections. I was on the Negotiating Committee one year, in fact, the only year the teachers went on strike (illegal, according to the courts). The DOE reviewed my credentials during the strike - and sent me a letter saying they had placed me in the wrong pay category, I owed them $5000, please send a check ASAP. Turned out they were refusing to recognize my master's degree from a religious seminary. They eventually gave me full credit for it, but it rather soured me on working for them. -David Douglas (62) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining Pitchford (64) To: Jeff Curtis (69) Read "part one" of your entry on 1-13-01 and brought back many memories. I, too remember going barefoot all summer; my mom would scrub our feet with Comet to get them clean! ;) I still prefer going barefoot! I never had the "pleasure" of owning a BB gun or any of the others "weapons" you mentioned, but my mom has a picture, somewhere, of my brother and two male cousins "posing" with their six-shooters drawn. Thanks for the memories and I'm looking forward to "part 2". -Linda Reining Pitchford (64) ~ Bakersfield, CA ******************************************** >>From: Ray Stein (64) Re: Bombers To: Burt Pierard (59) and his Bomb Squad I disagree with your premise that "Bombers" has nothing to do with an airplane. You need to look at the Columbians from '45-'46, '46-'47, and '47-'48. There's bombs in there, true, but look at the analogies to airplanes. I don't think you've seen the annuals, because exhibit A to show we WERE NOT named after the bomb is going to be the '45-'46 yearbook that was dedicated to the atomic bomb. I won't have access to these yearbooks till April, but if someone has them, please contact me. Or better yet, scan them and let everyone see for themselves! My main arguments may need to wait till April, but I did want to comment on a couple of things that you wrote. When you looked at those scratchy 1945 Richland Villager microfilms, surely you saw the two articles on Day's Pay? One was headlined, "Flying Crew of Day's Pay Decorated"; the other read, "Day's Pay In News Again". Read them and you see that Day's Pay was still a big deal through the summer of 1945, and not just old news (1 1/2 yrs) as you seem to imply. The critical article you mention in your last entry is not an article at all. It's the last paragraph of a diatribe on the football jamboree. There's no headline about a name change, and the author gives no source for his statement that begins, "Indications are . . ." We're not talking about the Washington Post here and I doubt the Villager had a beat reporter at Col-Hi. I think our yearbooks are a much more accurate resource for goings- on at the high school. Burt, when Kay Weir Fishback (37) stated, "you all know the Bombers were NOT named after our product but after the plane bought by Hanford workers donating a day's pay", you got right after her. When you heard that another old-timer, Dale Gier (48), got up in front of 1800 students and recalled the Day's Pay - Bomber connection, you said (in a polite way) that he was wrong too. I know of two other pre- (48) graduates who will tell the same story. You also aren't impressed with the airplanes that have been on the backs of cheerleaders forever, so I don't hold much hope for converting you. But I do think the name Bomber (definition - an airplane designed for bombing) goes back to Day's Pay. I think that after the news about the atomic bomb, people justifiably came up with bomb symbols. Thank goodness they stuck with the name Bombers, because that's what takes us back to the great story of Day's Pay! Our bomb and mushroom clouds may follow from the plane, but more importantly they remind us of the tremendous role that Hanford workers played in ending WWII. So you see, we've got the best nickname and symbols possible to represent BOTH events! Burt, you certainly are tough on people who disagree with you and I fully expect your wrath. I would, however, like to meet you someday because my wife can't believe there are two people in the whole world who would argue about this stuff! With Bomber Pride Inside, -Ray Stein (64) ******************************************** >>From: Det Wegener (65) Re: Mr. Tom Lyda I had one "run-in with Mr. Lyda. One day in Mr. Briggs' Spanish class I said "damn" and Mr. Briggs sent me to the office. Mr. Lyda saw me sitting there and asked what had happened. After hearing of my vile deed, he said, "Well, you don't have too long to wait until your next class." That was all. I remember, he was kind of a nonentity at the time. For those of you who knew him, I can give you a bare bones rendition of Mr. Lyda's life after he left Bomberville. I'll give you more details when I get to talk to my father-in-law. They are very good friends with the Lydas since my father-in-law was a principal in Othello when Tom was superintendent. I have had many contacts with them through my 25 years of being a part of my wife's family. Therefore, the "Tom." I know him much better now than I ever did in high school. He is really a nice guy. Tom was Superintendent of Othello Schools for quite along time. He retired from that position several years ago and became an apple and, I believe, a cattle farmer. He also raised horses. I know he still has an orchard up there and has his horses. He and his wife spend time traveling and visiting Las Vegas and local casinos (sometimes with my in-laws) I'll find out more and let you know. I was going to give him copies of what you all have written. I'm sure he will find them interesting. To: Burt Pierard (59) You say a couple of times in your Alumni Sandstorm 01/13 entry that Day's Pay only saw action in the European Theater. Actually, it also served in the Pacific Theater after the war in Europe wound down. My daughter found that out while doing her History Day Project. -Det Wegener (65) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Sue McLaughlin (65) To: Jeff Curtis (69) Jeff, You are wonderful!!! Are you related to Bill Cosby? You transport me right back to my summers on Cottonwood at the end of Tinkle. Marilyn and Cheryl Rew and I would climb the silver cottonwood tree in my backyard, by the shelter belt, and imagine all kinds of things. Thank you for your stories. -Patti Sue McLaughlin (65) ******************************************** >>From: Fritz Strankman (68) The first week of March my Dad, Fred Strankman, will be turning 78. Although he has lived an active life most of his years, he has had some personal and health challenges to confront the last couple of years. He still gets around pretty well and was recognized at The Event this summer. I would like to ask those of you who have Fred Strankman stories to send them in so I can put together a collection of memories from his past to give him in March. He is not good on remembering names but still has plenty of great stories once he gets going! -Fritz Strankman (68) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Thomas Richardson (68) I am one of those "hooked" on my daily dose of Bomber news... what a wonderful way to keep in touch! I was interested in the medical problems some believe are related to the Hanford operations. While I live 2,500 miles away, my sister is still living in the Tacoma area and keeps me updated on local news. She has mailed several articles describing a higher than average link of neurological diseases (multiple sclerosis in particular) to the population raised in and around the Tri-City area. I was diagnosed with MS over 23 years ago and was curious to know if there are other alumni who might have heard similar reports? -Linda Thomas Richardson (68) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) Re: Jeff's hot story Here, I just get done reading the latest Jeff Curtis (69) story and it has been snowing here for the last couple of hours. They say by the time it is done we will have 1-4 inches and boy is it wet and heavy. The guy on the radio keeps saying it is good snowman making snow. Looking out the window as I write this they are nice big, fluffy flakes. It makes me glad that I am not on call at the hospital today, as Goodland is right on I-70. Here's to all of you sitting someplace nice and warm like in Jeff's story. -Betti Avant (69) ~ 31 degrees (but dropping) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) Very sad to hear of the passing of two classmates, much too young: Mark Amacker and Bill Guinn. My address is listed in the class of '70 directory. Anyone who can provide information on either Mark or Bill's passing please e-mail me. Thanks, -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Moore (76) Dear '76 ers, I've been out of touch for, well, ever... living in Alaska. If anyone is in contact with Antonnet Luhan (76), or Mike Taylor, please advise. Sincerely -Rick Moore (76) ******************************************** >>From: Derek Bowls (84) To: Gil Gilstrap (79) I remember the George Prout Memorial Pool very well... even before it was remodeled. I have memories of standing under the cold showers for minutes on end, before jumping in the pool for that added warmth effect. Unfortunately, the closest route was to the five foot area, where I proceeded on getting whitewashed. I remember going home many times with "hazy" eyes (from the chlorinated water) and clearing the snot/pool water mixture from my sinuses and nose, from getting the water splashed up there. Didn't have the hunger problems, though. I always counted on the Tastee-Freez on Stevens Drive, to get a humongous ice cream cone on the way home. -Derek Bowls (84) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/15/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 20 Bombers sent stuff: Anna May Wann (49), Ken Ely (49), Jimmie A. Shipman (51), Dick Epler (52), Dick Pierard (52), Mike Clowes (54), Doris Brinkerhoff (57), Jim Russell (58), Steve Carson (58), Burt Pierard (59), David Douglas (62), Charlotte Nugent (64), Ray Stein (64), Chuck Monasmith (65), Joni Lee (65), Betti Avant (69), Mike Franco (70), Dan Ham (72), Teena Stoner (79), William Wildenborg (81), ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49) Re: West Side luncheon The newly formed "Bomber Babes" met today at Fife for a wonderful luncheon set up by Patti Jones Ahrens (60). We had a delightful time and exchanged a few ideas. As you know Club40 was originated for those who have been out of high school for 40 or more years. They hold reunions every year the week-end after Labor Day at the Shilo in Richland. As an "oldster" it was interesting to listen to them tell how they have waited for the honor to be eligible to "belong". Most of these gals were from classes in the '60's. They, like myself, do not want to see Club40 end. A suggestion that came up was that the existing officers meet with potentially interested members at a meeting Friday afternoon of the next reunion to be held September 7, 8, and 9th in Richland. Say around 3:00 in the afternoon. Tell us what is needed to keep the club going, what has been involved by the officers during the past 13 years, etc.. The interest is very high and upbeat - it seems we have a lot of willing people ready to take over if just told what to do. So Norma Loescher Boswell (53), will you please get the word out to the other officers and see if all of you would meet with us on Friday the 7th at 3:00. Mary Triem Mowery (47) can you meet with us at that time also? I told them how much help you were when we were planning our 50th. Ray Conley (46) if you are reading this, plan on attending also, please. Also any of members of the classes that are eligible to join Club40 or those who will be eligible in the next year or so, plan on attending also. The members who have kept it going for all of these years deserve our heartfelt thanks and the "60's" are ready and willing to help out. Now on to our luncheon. The "Bomber Babes" are going to meet monthly on the 2nd Sunday of each month at the Executive Inn in Fife for a luncheon and social at 1:00 pm. You can bring your Moms also, this is open to all attendees or WannaBes of Columbia High/Richland High (or whatever it was called when you went to school). The price will be $25.00. This covers lunch and room rental. (that is meeting room rental not a hotel room) Reservations must be e-mailed to Patti Jones Ahrens (60) no later than 4 days before the luncheon as she has to let the hotel know how many will be attending. We will try to car pool it when we find who lives in what area. We discussed having a meeting once or twice a year when we would include the fellows. Possibly a summer picnic at Marymoor Park in Redmond was also discussed. You don't have to live on the "West Side" - anyone can attend. If you are in our area on that Sunday come join us. Carol Carson Renaud (60) e-mailed us a picture of this afternoon but with my lack of computer knowledge I'm hoping one of the other gals will forward it on to the Sandstorm. -Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Patti Jones (60) sent the "Bomber Babes" picture 01/14/01 Bomber Babes ******************************************** >>From: Ken Ely (49) The class of '49 had the mushroom cloud on their class rings. They were freshmen, in the fall of '45, when the name was changed from Beavers to Bombers. The name change was voted on by the student body. At that time it was clear that the name came from the fact that the "atomic" bomb ended the war a short time earlier. People in Richland were very proud that they had made such a large contribution to the war effort and that pride carried over to the student body of the High School. On the subject of old cars Charlie Osborn (49) had a 1922 (I think) Model T Ford truck that he restored in the auto hobby shop. One day a few of us went roller skating in Pasco and it was starting to get dark when we left the rink. He had headlights connected but they were not fastened to the front of the truck, so Jack Lowrey (49) and I sat on the front fenders, holding the lights in our laps. That worked just fine until we were leaving Kennewick and were stopped by the Highway Patrol. I don't believe Charlie was given a ticket but he was made to park it and we hitchhiked home. He came back the next day to pick it up. Charlie, you or Jack can verify this story and see if I have the story straight. I know they both read this but we haven't heard from Charlie, yet. -Ken Ely (49) ~ Orangevale, CA ******************************************** >>From: Jimmie A. Shipman (51) Ref: "Columbian" 1947-1948 I didn't see any analogies about airplanes in this "Columbian", all that I seen was several artwork pieces, of The Atomic Bomb Mushroom Clouds actually there are 6 including the ones on the inside front and the inside back of the Annual, one Lab Mushroom Cloud also one actual Atomic Bomb Mushroom Cloud Photograph. There is also one artwork piece of a Bomb with the words DANGER. The only reference to an airplane was a photo showing a young lady standing in front of one with the caption "It's a bird --- It's a plane". I think the young lady is Gerri Oren (51). Then this Forward: "We, in this great United States of ours, have in our hands the most powerful weapon ever known to mankind --- the Atomic Bomb. It is ours to use as we see fit --- weather in war, as a form of destruction, or in peace, to bring the world riches and wonders it has never known before, thus making it a prosperous and peaceful place in which to live. Now, with the eyes of the world upon America and our Atomic City of the Northwest, we present this 1948 COLUMBIAN." I can't attest to what the earlier annuals have in them but the above is in my 1947-1948 Columbian. The "BOMBERS" were not named after Day's Pay, so until there is literary evidence that the name came from Day's Pay, why not leave it alone? Burt Pierard (59) & John Adkins (62) have the evidence that the "BOMBERS" were named after the "BOMB'. Let us go on to more enlighten topics. God Bless, Now go have a good day. Regards: -Jimmie A. Shipman (51) ~ Richland, WA Looking forward to the 50th reunion Go Green And Gold Bombers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [See the 1948 Class Emblem. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Dick Epler (52) Re: Atom Bomb or Day's Pay? Now I'm really confused. Until I read Ray Stein's (64) eloquent defense of "Day's Pay," I didn't really think anyone in Richland believed the Bombers were named for anything except the Atom Bomb. But now I don't know. Ray was and is a very classy guy. If he says it was Days Pay, then I have to give that serious consideration. Of course I love basketball, and it's really hard for me to believe that anyone who has ever seen Ray play could possibly doubt anything he thinks is true. He was pure poetry and one of my all time favorite Bombers. Having said that, however, I can't disagree with my classmate of 1952, Dick Pierard, whose recollection was that "The Day's Pay plane was just an action of wartime patriotism and enthusiasm, and I expect similar events took place elsewhere. Certainly it had nothing to do with the naming of the school." That, from the history professor, has the ring of truth to me. When I attended Col High, and for several years after, I never heard of Days Pay, but if someone would have mentioned it, it wouldn't have meant much because it wasn't relevant to the time. In the late '40s, early '50s, everything was oriented toward the atom. If any WWII airplane would have been honored, it might have been the Enola Gay. Understand, those were the cold war years, and everyone, HEW, AEC, and all Richland were patriotically and proudly involved in producing nuclear materials (we didn't say plutonium) in defense of the USSR's aggressiveness. We had the Atomic Frontier Days, and many Richland businesses were named Atomic-something-or-other. In the days of Magneson and Jackson, Richland's "Atoms for Peace" had major political support from the west side of the State as well as Federal. I hadn't heard that Dale Gier (48) had recalled an early connection between Day's Pay and the Richland Bombers. When did he do that? I would be happier if his talk to the students would have happened closer to the 1945 event. Every historian knows that the passage of time tends to distort memories to generally agree with currently accepted versions. I wish I could have heard Dale's talk. Possibly he was referring to a later time period. All I can conclude is that in my day our mascot was the Atom Bomb, and sometime later it got associated with an airplane. I'll be interested in Ray Stein's update based on researching our high school annuals. -Dick Epler (52) ~ Mt. Vernon, OR ******************************************** >>From: Dick Pierard (52) Re: Atom Bomb or Day's Pay? To: Dick Epler (52) Dick, Thanks for your comments. I hope you forwarded a copy to the Sandstorm as well, as I am sure others would be interested in them. I appreciated hearing from an old and very active classmate from the illustrious year of 1952, which is, I guess, a long time ago but still seems almost like yesterday. I vaguely remember the Day's Pay promotion, as it occurred not long after I arrived in Washington at the age of 10, but I cannot precisely pinpoint the date it happened as I am away from the materials I have at home in Indiana. Also it was mentioned in the early postwar literature about the Hanford Project and its achievements, but I cannot recall it being an item of public discussion in the late 40s. If it had anything to do with the naming of the school, it is news to me. Incidentally, does anyone know what became of the plane? Was it just scrapped after the war or did it go to the air force scrap yard in Arizona or what? Cordially, -Dick Pierard (52) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Days Pay Mural] ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Jeff Curtis' (69) Day in the Life, Part I Loved it, Jeff. I could almost smell the melting tar all the way to Sanford St. I happened to be viewing some old home movies taken of my boys about the time you graduated. They too, were armed to the teeth. But I was the only one who had a b-b gun. "You could put someone's eye out!" But, I gotta tell ya, Jeff, one did not mistake the bottles used to make contributions to the AEC from milk bottles. And it seemed to take for ever to fill the d#*n things. But then, not every one got them. When I worked for "Generous Extractions" right after graduation, I didn't get mine until I was transferred to 200-West. I worked both in the Admin. Area and the 300 Area before the transfer. Boy, were we lucky. Milk deliveries still go on the this day. So, can anyone remember the name of the dairy(ies) who did deliver in Richland in the fifties, I sure can't. However, I also remember when grocery stores would deliver, and also carry your parents' account, which meant that Dad paid once a month (with no interest or carrying charge). Just don't miss a payment or the Nunzio Brothers would pay a visit. This grocery store was not in the "Greater Tri-Cities Area." It was indeed a different time and space we lived in back then. I am waiting with baited breath for the next installment; I just haven't figured out what bait I will use. Onward Bombers -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Doris Brinkerhoff DeFord (57) Re: Hutments Question: Did anyone out there besides my family call the Quonsets "Hutments"? I continue to enjoy the stories of the old times from Jeff Curtis and all the others. This site is the coolest. Bombers Forever! -Doris Brinkerhoff DeFord (57) ~ Vilnius, Lithuania ******************************************** >>From: Jim Russell (58) Re: Bomber nickname I can't believe anyone is seriously buying in to "Bomber" as referring to an airplane! When we were students in the late 50s, our pep club insignias were bombs, not planes. (Look at the drill team sweaters on page 97 of the 1958 "Columbian.") Our "mascot" which sat in the center of the gymnasium was a bomb, not a plane. I for one, had never even heard of "Day's Pay" until I started reading about it in the Sandstorm. It may have been significant during the war, but certainly had no relevancy in the years that followed. Burt Pierard (59) is right. And no PC attempt at changing the meaning of our name can alter the fact that our name comes from the uniqueness that carved our fair city and gave it its whole purpose! -Jim Russell (58) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Carson (58) Re: Jeff Curtis' Day in the Life... part 1 Good writing and a good story, keep it coming. -Steve Carson (58) ~ Chicago, IL ******************************************** >>From: Burt Pierard (59) To: Ray Stein (64) I'm hurt that you think I would direct my wrath towards you. I'm not like that at all. I do plead guilty to reacting emotionally in my 1/12 submittal but that was because I thought I was being IGNORED! I can handle disagreement but being ignored, never. You mentioned that I must have seen the old articles in The Villager about Day's Pay and indeed I did, but this was when I was researching something else in 1998. I read them with interest because, as I maintained earlier, I am not totally convinced that I ever heard of Day's Pay before that year. Others from my class have made similar comments. Curiously, you claim that the critical article about the name change is not an article at all because it was appended to an article about the Jamboree and did not have a separate headline and no source was cited. This is true, but So What? It is still a written document from the time period in question. I agree that The Villager had no beat reporter at Col-Hi -- Paul Nissen, Editor of The Villager, wrote all the sports columns. Again, So What? I don't get your point in either of these statements. You cleverly snuck in the definition of Bomber as an airplane designed for bombing. I always assumed that Bombers was just a word to verbalize or personify "The Bomb." It is kind of difficult to identify with students or make up cheers to "The Bomb." You also promote the popular line from RHS these days that the nickname represents BOTH the Bomb and the Bomber but that is hard to defend when essentially all official school symbols of The Bomb have been removed. To: Det Wegener (65) I stand corrected if Day's Pay actually did see action in the Pacific Theater. I find this a little hard to understand if the plane was transferred back from Europe on July 10, 1945. How much action could it have seen in the last month of the war considering it would have to be transferred west? It's possible, I guess. To: both Ray & Det I still ask the same question. What were the Japanese protesting about the name Bombers? Atomic Bomber Cheers, -Burt Pierard (59) ~ Monroe, WA ******************************************** >>From: David Douglas (62) I remember rather vividly the two quonset huts at Carmichael, in the empty lot across Lee Blvd. I believe I had home room and at least one other class there in seventh grade (1956-57). It was so cold in winter we usually ended up in the school cafeteria, as well as during a few blistering hot days near summer. Oh, also a few times when somebody - I shan't say who - stuffed paper in the keyholes so the doors couldn't be unlocked.... -David Douglas (62) ******************************************** >>From: Charlotte Nugent Hardy (64) My many thanks to Lori Simpson Hogan (70) for putting me in touch with the Alumni Sandstorm. My grandmother always held a special place in her heart for Lori and never missed a summer without mentioning her even when she was turning 100. If I had not read the Sandstorm, I am sure I would never have known there was a controversy about the "Bomber" name. It would seem reasonable to me that both the Day's Pay airplane and the "Hanford atomic bomb project" were considered when deciding on the name "Bombers". It is so inclusive of both projects that I think the decision makers would have decided on the name Bombers because it represented these significant events. (Just a thought!) I'll be waiting for the April update. I hope all of you have a wonderful holiday in celebration of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I know how fortunate I was to grow up in a community and in a high school where there was no racism. Shortly after we were married, my husband and I moved to Houston. One day when he was on a crowded bus, he offered his seat to an elderly black woman. The bus driver (in 1968) stopped the bus, told him to sit down in the seat or she would have to get off the bus. Hard to believe that such things could happen in our country, and I am so glad that it is unheard of now. -Charlotte Nugent Hardy (64) ******************************************** >>From: Ray Stein (64) Re: Day's Pay Bomber - Richland Bomber To: All There has been lots of discussion lately about the bomb mascots. I think most people know that the atomic bomb looked very different than the conventional bombs that you might see being dropped from planes in WWII movie clips. The bomb that Hanford workers helped create was called "Fat Man" (or sometimes Fat Boy). You can see a picture of it at It's at the bottom of the page. Help me out on this, but most of the bomb mascots that I have seen looked like the bombs dropped from planes similar to our Day's Pay bomber. If someone wanted a mascot to represent the atomic bomb, I imagine it would be "fat", probably exaggerated, so people would know that this bomb model definitely was an atomic bomb and not a conventional bomb dropped by a plane like Day's Pay. New subject: If you look on page 4 of Bomber Mania, you'll find this statement: "An interesting series of articles in the Herald during the late season successes centered around the question of what had been Richland's nickname before the age of big flying planes. A few weeks after his initial article, Gilmore ran a column which explained that the the name was changed from Beavers to Bombers in 1944 and was inspired by the atomic bomb, not an airplane." Gilmore was a Sports Writer for the TC Herald and apparently received a letter from a former coach that stated the change was made in 1944. He also explained that there was some delay in the change because lettermen had sewed Beavers on their sweaters. He said the change was because of the atomic bomb and he had suggested it. Now, the only problem with this scenario is the date! The atomic bomb was not dropped until August of 1945 and I don't think High School Coaches knew we were making the A- bomb out at Hanford! The coach never explains how he picked the word bomber to mean atomic bomb. Confusing isn't it? With Bomber Pride Inside -Ray Stein (64) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Bomber Mania] ******************************************** >>From: Chuck Monasmith (65) Re: Mushroom Origins In 1978 I had cause to be in the counselor area in Col- Hi (to some of us it will always be Col-Hi). A plaque on the wall noted that Bob LeClair was president of the Class of 1965 and that we had officially adopted the mushroom cloud as our school symbol. If my memory has not been clouded by other mushrooms I seem to recall that it was no big deal because the mushroom cloud was always there, just no one had been official about it until Class of '65. Any one else's memory more clear? -Chuck Monasmith (65) ~ Bellingham, WA ******************************************** >>From: Joni Lee Rabena (65) I have been reading the Sandstorm entries for the past year and a half. I look forward to reading them each day after work, and it's the first thing I do when I get comfortable. The entries flood my memories with things that I had completely forgotten. Thank you, Bombers. Re: John Bradley (65-RIP) I had just received some e-mail from John when I saw his brother, Mike's (56), entry re: John's illness and death. I, too, was a friend of John's. Even though I had not seen him since our 20th high school reunion, he was always one of the guys I had good memories about. Re: The night I started and stopped smoking I have been too ?*****? to write to the Sandstorm, preferring to write to some people at their e-mail addresses. But I want to relay one thank you to someone who probably doesn't know how they helped me. My girlfriend, Nancy Cruz Shoemake (65), and I had taken her car to the drive-in. Not mentioning who did it, one of us had "borrowed" a pack of cigarettes from her sister. Now, being like a lot of the junior girls with out- of-reach crushes, we thought Ray Stein (64) was just the coolest! We had just lit up our first cigarette (I think we were sharing one) and had each taken a couple of puffs when Ray Stein and, I believe, Jim House (63) pulled into the space next to us at the drive-in. When we realized who they were and realizing that smoking was not high on their lists, we immediately threw the lit cigarette to the floor and extinguished it. I've never smoked another cigarette! Thanks, Ray and Jim! And, Maren, if you are not tired of hearing this, thank you for this wonderful site. -Joni Lee Rabena (65) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) Re: health problems and Hanford Linda Thomas Richardson's (68) letter got me thinking about an article I read in the late 80's or early 90's. It was in Health magazine and it was all about Hanford and the health problems they were finding several years later. In particular as I recall it mentioned an abundance of thyroid problems related to minute traces of radioactive Iodine they released on periodic intervals. They believed those traces dropped into the grass, the cows ate the grass, and the radioactivity was passed on to humans through the milk they drank. That was one person's theory any way. They also talked alot about the downwinders' battles with various cancers even though most of them were farmers and their families across the river from the reservation (Othello and places like that). I still have the article somewhere as I cut it out, but I have moved at least four times since then and it is in a box someplace that I have not opened. Well, enough for today. -Betti Avant (69) ~ 21 degrees and sunny, hopefully no more snow for now ******************************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) To: Fritz Strankman (68) Let me get this straight... you are requesting that anyone who knew your dad, Fred who MIGHT have some stories relating to him to please share those memories with you? Sorry Fritz, I don't think you will get any more than 10 or 20 MILLION stories that are absolute treasures!!! I will share mine later, but I can't think of a single teacher / coach more loved, appreciated, laughed with, respected in my years of school than the leader of "Fred's Reds". All I can say is you should take all the stories you get and put them in a will sell plenty. The only problem you will have is that any publisher would question if most of our memories were really non-fiction. I only have five words more to share at this time: PE wrestling with Tank Roberts. My best to one of my all-time favorite people, Coach Fred Strankman, -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************** >>From: Dan Ham (72) Re: Nuclear Energy To: Dick Epler (52) Thank you for your very informed and insightful explanation of how things "nuclear" work. I just wished more people had your understanding and knowledge on the subject. California and many others would not be in this mess if the general public were more educated in nuclear power. I have worked for Siemens Power Corp. for the past 26 yrs. We fabricate nuclear fuel for many commercial reactors in the U.S. and around the world so I speak with some experience when I say nuclear power is one of the safest and cleanest forms of energy there is. I could go on but there are other forums for this subject. Anyway, thanks again for your effort in educating us all. -Dan Ham (72) ******************************************** >>From: Teena Stoner Giulio (79) Re: MS reports To: Linda Thomas Richardson (68) Linda, I still live in the TCs area and have read several articles and seen a few television pieces on the concentration areas of MS diagnoses. Our area is only one of many. To top it off, I have two family members with MS who have lived here, one all her life, the other, most of it. And now that I think about it, last year I ran across someone I used to work with in the 300 Area who was diagnosed within the last 8 years with it. My father, who used to work for Dupont and GE, has severe asthma (emphysema?), my mother was recently told she has it, both grandfathers had cancer, one lung, the other prostate and Parkinson's, both grandmothers had breast cancer at one time or another, and one also had uterine cancer. Yes, both sets of grandparents came here to work at Hanford. Coincidence? Who knows. I just consider myself extremely lucky to be healthy and do my best to stay that way. -Teena Stoner Giulio (79 Bomber) ******************************************** >>From: William Wildenborg (81) Re: George Prout pool I met my wife of 15 years, Janet Wokal Wildenborg (83), at the (big pool) and chased her till she caught me 8 years later. Back in those days there were two sessions, 1 to 5 and 6 to 9:45 at .35 cents per. I remember when I was finally allowed to use the high dive and slide, the rule for the younger kids was you had to be able to swim across and back the width of the pool, and breaking of rules exacted the punishment of (crab walking) laps around the pool. Those were the good ole days. -William Wildenborg (81) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/16/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 17 Bombers 2 WBs, and 1 teacher today: Jack Lowrey (49), Jim Grow (51), Dick Epler (52), Dore Tyler (53), Vera Smith (58), Burt Pierard (59), Joel Rubey (59WB), Judy Coppinger (60), Larry Mattingly (60), Irene de la Bretonne (61), Judy Willox (61), Helen Cross (62), Jane Mattoon (62WB), Sandra Genoway (62), Ray Stein (64), Patty de la Bretonne (65), Lynn Noble (72), Mike Davis (74), Kenneth Scheirer (85), Lynn Dunton (Teacher) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Jack Lowrey (49) To: Ken Ely (49) Yes, I think I remember the headlight incident with Charlie Osborne. Also reminds of another one (in which, for some reason I was not involved). You, Charlie and some others decided to burn a CHS in the Pasco hi lawn You all attempted a getaway in Charlie's newspaper delivery truck with "Read IT in the PI" plastered all over the truck. As I recall you all were apprehended by the Pasco PD. To: Dick Epler (52) Excellent nuclear dissertation. To: Ken Ely (49), Dick Pierard (52) and Bob Carlson (54) You all got it right on the story behind the Bomber symbol and name. This whole issue served to remind me of 1956 when I went on alert during the Hungarian situation. When I parked my 86 on the hardstand at Sembadh Germany, they wheeled out a large bomb with a little mushroom cloud decal on the nose and proceeded to load it on my jet. I sure knew where the plutonium for that dude came from. Thank the Lord that none of us had to drop one. -Jack Lowrey (49) ~ Layton, UT ******************************************** >>From: Jim Grow (51) There was a meeting in December in Bill Wilkins (51) office where we were planning our 50th reunion and a big item was the Club 40. It seems that the class of '51 is expected to step up and carry the new reformed Club40. We are not young. We need help. It looks like the new Seattle women's group [Bomber Babes] would be a good source of young new blood. Hopefully Annette "Annie" Bradley Forsythe (51) is going to be a big force in the new Club 40... -Jim Grow (51) ******************************************** >>From: Dick Epler (52) Re: Lessons from the Mascot Controversy I guess I'm a little slow, but I may have finally learned something about the generation gap and our "modern" education system from the current mascot discussions. It occurred to me, when reading this morning's Sandstorm of 1/15/01, that this controversy isn't really about finding out when, why and what happened. For many, truth and accuracy isn't the issue. Rather it's about defending the value system they were taught. But those who like truth and accuracy, especially the actual participants, want people to know why the Bombers were named for the Atom Bomb. It's like Burt Pierard (59) said (paraphrasing): "My efforts to support historical accuracy are not attacks, I just don't want to be ignored." I would guess he speaks for most of us old timers. On the other hand, those who want the Bombers to be associated with an airplane can't imagine having anything to do with a device capable of ending life on Earth as we know it. I can't fault the motives of either. Nevertheless, if I'm wrong and the core issue IS truth and accuracy, how do we decide what is correct? Well, we can do what the historians do. We query sources as close to the event as possible (primary sources of information) for a reasonable consensus, and then crosscheck it with other events of the day to put it all in context. Any discrepancies found (there are always some) will require re-querying the sources to get another consensus. Generally the inconsistencies are easily resolved. I'm guessing that Burt, a rather meticulous sort, did that. Now may be time for others to do the same, in a dispassionate manner, and that may be hard. It's hard to unlearn the things we were first taught even when confronted with irrefutable truth. And therein lies the secret of any education system because it involves K-12 kids. Consider how value systems are taught these days: Generally, a teacher gives an assignment to write a paper on a cultural topic where the reference sources all reflect the preferred point of view. Most students, especially those who want a good grade, adopt the expected conclusions. But some just play the game, while others drop out. This works for most religions, it worked for Hitler's Youth Corps, it worked for the Communists in East Germany, and works in our modern schools. I don't remember these teaching techniques being used when I was at Col High in '51 and '52. Neither does my wife, also class of '52. But I see many references in the Sandstorm from more recent Alumni whose beliefs are based on a paper they did while in High School. And maybe that explains a lot of the generation gap on the mascot issue. One last thing: For those Bombers interested in researching their family tree, using the approach of the historians to find truth works well, providing you to do it while the key people (grandparents, parents, older siblings, uncles and aunts) are still alive. You'll be amazed at the inconsistencies, but again, they can all be resolved if you have the opportunity to re-query your primary sources. Many of us don't get around to this until it's too late, when most of the primary sources are gone. In hindsight, if I had been required to write a cultural paper in High School, I would liked for it to have been a family history complete with historical events of the day. If that were a class assignment, I would guess the many papers would have made for an interesting (diversified) discussion with some real and lasting benefits. -Dick Epler (52) ~ Mt. Vernon, OR ******************************************** >>From: Dore "DT" Tyler (53) Re: "BOMBERS" "Hutments" Re: BOMBERS There is absolutely no doubt that the name originated with the dropping of our response to the attack on Pearl Harbor. I am so **** tired of the cult of PCers, apologists and revisionists that I could, (and often do) vomit. I, and my family, arrived in Richland (from Lowell, MA) Sep/Oct '44 just in time to start 4th grade at Sac, later sent to Marcus (just across Lee Blvd. from home.) I have no memory of "Day's Pay" until rather recently and I lived in Richland 'till Jun '59 with time out for 3 yrs military. Let's just let the Japanese and their apologists revise someone else's history, lest I mention Nanking, Shanghai Bataan... Re: Hutments I seem to remember my very New Englandish mom referring to the Quonset Huts as "Hutmuts." Regards, -Dore "DT" Tyler (53) ******************************************** >From the MESSAGES page at >>From: Vera Smith Robbins (58) I've been trying to find Andrea Bennett (58) for several years. If anyone knows of her where abouts, PLEASE email me and let me know. Last known address was in the Seattle area and she was married to a Gerald Miller. I'm back in Richland after being gone 30 years. I was in Florida for 13 years, but yearned to come home. Don't care for the winters, but the summers are better here than Florida. Write anytime. Be sure to put your real name in the subject box so I'll know it's safe to open. lol -Vera Smith Robbins (58) ******************************************** >>From: Burt Pierard (59) To: Ray Stein (64) I assume that shortly after you hit the "Send" button for your latest submittal, you realized how silly your statements about the shape of the various bomb symbols were. Surely you remembered that there was something called "Security" that surrounded everything concerned with the Project. Nobody knew exactly what an Atomic Bomb looked like until pictures were declassified many years later! Besides, OUR Bomb was assembled and tested at Los Alamos. I wasn't terribly surprised to find that they turned out to look similar to conventional bombs only bigger, much bigger! They had ovoid shapes, tail fins, etc., and weighed about 10,000 pounds. The only differences in shapes was due to the two different triggering mechanisms. "Little Boy" (the U-235 bomb) was longer and skinnier to utilize the "cannon" method to fire a Uranium bullet into the Uranium core and start the chain reaction. "Fat Man" (the Plutonium bomb, OUR bomb) could not use the same method because the reaction would start too soon and blow apart before actual detonation. An implosion method was developed that involved surrounding the Plutonium core with conventional explosives and squeezing the core into critical mass, hence the rounder, fatter shape. These bombs were so huge that they couldn't just roll them under the "Enola Gay" and "Bock's Car" for loading. They had to dig a pit (similar to a garage pit) with a hydraulic lift. They then loaded the bomb onto the lift, pulled the B-29 over it and lifted it into the bomb bay. I agree that Gilmore erred in his reference to the 1944 date but you defended Dale Gier's (48) exact same mistake in the Veteran's Day Assembly last Fall. Jim Qualheim, RHS Activities Director, confirmed the date of the name change as September 1945 by checking the Sandstorm archives so I believe that issue has been resolved. I wish you luck in your quest to prove the Day's Pay name origin by checking the Columbian archives, but apparently, early returns (Jimmie A. Shipman [51]) concerning the 47-48 Columbian, indicate you are going to be sorely disappointed. Just like with Florida, I'll wait until the research is completed. Atomic Bomber Cheers, -Burt Pierard (59) ~ Monroe, WA ******************************************** >>From: From the MESSAGES page at >>From: Joel Rubey (59WB) ~ Tamalpais High School in Mill Valley, CA Jan-12 2:52 pm To: ALL I am looking for Rebecca Royce (class of 1959). Please help. Middle initial, married name, area she lives. It's important. Thanks. She can contact me. I did not graduate from Columbia High School. I went through the 4th grade with Rebecca and then both our families moved to California. I stayed there for the most part, but Rebecca returned to Richland and graduated from Columbia in 1959. I graduated in 1959 from Tamalpais High School in Mill Valley, CA. I know Rebecca later returned to California. I talked to her last in 1971 or 1972. No contact since then. If you have any idea where she is, let me know, please. -Joel Rubey (59WB) ~ Tamalpais High School, Mill Valley, CA ******************************************** >>From: Judy Coppinger Owen (60) To: Trueline Latting Taylor (60) Trueline, If you read this, PLEASE contact me at the above e-mail address. -Judy Coppinger Owen (60) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) Re: Lewis and Clark Quonset Huts When I was in Mrs. Lester's 3rd grade class in 1951, I believe we were in the middle hut of three. I think they were all 3rd grade as Mrs. Eubanks had a class in one of the others. They kept the weather out and that was about it. They were warm enough in the middle but near the ends it was cold in the winter. There were only 3 windows in each side. Mrs. Lester put me in the back of the class where I couldn't see out the window as it was just too much of a distraction for me. I'm not sure where the name came from but "quonset huts" were a basic "ship in pieces and bolt together" shelters developed by the military way back in the 30s. The English version were called "Nissen huts". Several of the schools in Richland had them in those early days. They were the old version of what are now called "portables". I think the ones at Lewis and Clark were put up after a fire that burned part of the school in like 47-48? Someone mentioned that they called them hutments. Don't know where that came from, but we called them that also. Re: Hanford tales... Hundreds of Bombers went on the work at Hanford. It seems like everybody has their stories of things that happened at work. Some were funny, some were scary and some were even hushed up and were not to be repeated. But everybody had them. I was there from late '60 to late '69. Toward the end of my work there I was a senior technician working for an engineer in some very exacting testing of some ex-reactor (hot elements just removed from the reactor) fuel elements. We had set up a small hot cell in the old unused T plant stack gas building in 200 W. Whenever the elements were out of the shipping cask we always had a radiation monitor person present. During a test of a "Tritium Target Element" (They manufactured Tritium for the hydrogen bomb) there was a release of Tritium gas out of the cell. We evacuated immediately. But urine tests showed all 3 of us had received a dose of Tritium. Not good. However, it is disseminated through the kidneys. The remedy was to tell us to drink a quart of water every hour for 48 hours. Coffee, tea, milk and even beer was acceptable. I don't know how much I actually ended up drinking but I tried. We were not allowed to discuss the results with each other, but my urine counts were described as "very satisfactory". I had gotten rid of something like 95% and what was left was well below the harmful level. I have not spent one minute of my life worrying about it. How many hanford workers have been asked "Wow! Do you glow in the dark?" Sometimes I just can't resist saying "Only when I pee". "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ from my office, Olympia, WA ******************************************** >>From: Irene de la Bretonne Hays (61) A few years ago, I was "booted" from the Sandstorm to a newly created Sandbox for simply mentioning that there might be controversy surrounding the use of a mushroom cloud to represent the student body of Richland (or Columbia) High School. My statement (or question) was less than a dozen words long but so un-nerved or enraged the keepers of the Sandstorm that I and the topic were exiled. Today, the Sandstorm allows thousands of words on the topic, and the various meanings of the mushroom cloud and bomb are being explored from every perspective. I'd call that progress. We're never too old to learn. Thanks. -Irene de la Bretonne Hays (61) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Burt Pierard (59) Re: Mom's Triumph In '61 Great story, Burt!! You bet we can call her a Bomber; after all, she did take the classes at Richland High (Columbia High School then), and boy do I wish that I had met her back then to drag me by the ear back that summer and graduate then. However, if I had, then I would never had gone to college probably, so best it happened the way it did. The part in your story about you tutoring your Mother through math made me laugh. You see, in the second year of my college courses, I finally decided it was time to take the math class required even though I was dreading it terribly!! I was absolutely terrible in my math classes, barely passing most of them with a D. However, my daughter had decided to go to college that year (her first) and I begged her to take the math class with me and help me get through it. Well, she did and soon into the course realized just what a task she had gotten herself into!! *G*!! She would fuss and fume at me and could not for the life of her understand why I had a hard time catching on. I kept telling her that to try to teach an old dog new tricks was a hard job, but definitely not as hard as the old dog had trying to learn them!! Well, I finally caught on enough to get through the durn class and even ended up with an A in the class. Today I do not seem to have as much a problem with math as I used to. I find myself quite surprised sometimes when I am able to help my grandson out with his at times. I now wonder why I had such a fear of the blasted subject!! Just takes more faith in ones self I suppose. Or is it just senior wisdom? *G*! Anyway, I am glad that you were there for your Mother and that you helped her out. You is a good boy Burt! *G*!! And did that young man that was complaining about the high curve your Mom was creating ever graduate that summer or is he still trying to pass Algebra? LOL!! By the way, he may NOW know that you were responsible if he reads The Sandstorm huh? Ah, such is life! Bomber Best Cheers to Ya, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) To: Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54) I think they moved those same Quonset huts over to Carmichael, and I think I was in 7th grade when we used to go out there for class. I think it was homeroom with Mrs. Bern. I doubt parents would stand for them now. They might be considered unfair, and potentially damaging to the child's education (who was subjected to such unfair treatment). Never mind the ideas of adjusting to circumstances, learning to decide what was really important, and other possibly important things that could be learned. I was delighted to see Mrs. Bern and Mrs. Edwards, also from Carmichael at our R2K reunion, and both of them seemed to be doing quite well. To: Jane Walker Hill (62) I agree with my fellow 62 classmate, Jane, that we need Maren's new address so we can get our $$$ into the mail. As I find I can't go many days without reading the Sandstorm. It's so interesting because it's about us. Jeff Curtis' (69) piece was so fascinating. The LeClair's were our neighbors for all my growing up. Both families were some of the first ones on Olympia Street. I never had Mrs. LeClair for a teacher. Boy, do I wish she was still just down the street, because I would love to talk to her about ideas for my preschool classes. This is a new venture for me. I love the little kids, but the planning gets a bit much. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ~ near Cincinnati, Ohio where it has finally gotten above freezing, and the low (instead of the high is in the 20s). ******************************************** >>From: Jane Mattoon Carlson (62WB) To: Jeff Curtis (69) I really enjoyed reading this -- it's every bit as good and funny as the Jean Shepherd Christmas story (movie) about the kid and his Red Ryder BB rifle. I look forward to the next installment! -Jane Mattoon Carlson (62WB) ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Genoway (62) Re: The Green Run To: Dick Epler (52) Dick, Did you work at Hanford; and in what capacity? Are you a physicist? There was only ONE Green Run at Hanford, when the wind (jet stream) suddenly stopped, dropping Iodine-131 on Richland. I was five (5) years old then and living in our new house in Richland. -Sandra Genoway (62) ******************************************** >>From: Ray Stein (64) Re: Day's Pay Bomber - Richland Bomber Thanks to all for your interest. Let me answer some of your concerns by stating the obvious: Just because you never heard about Day's Pay (me included), doesn't mean that a Day's Pay - Bomber link never existed. Many people DID know about the link, even before the mural was painted. I received this email from a mid 60s grad. "I had the plane on the back of my songleader bomber jacket and knew what it stood for because my Dad was an old time Hanford employee and knew the history of the Hanford project. Keep enlightening those guys". (Maren, could you scan pg.123 or 130 of the 1962 annual and put the link here) As for "those guys", unless you remember the chant: "EA-ger . . BEA-ver .. EA-ger . . BEA-ver", then your personal Bomber experience didn't include Day's Pay. To "enlighten" anybody, I'm going to need to show you proof or good reasoning from our old records. I haven't heard from anyone with a 1946 Columbian, but I'll make my argument without double checking my memory. Here goes: If the name change to Bombers occurred in the 45-46 school year and not the year before, shouldn't there be something in the yearbook about it? Especially if they dedicated the yearbook to the atomic bomb. Wouldn't you think that somewhere in the yearbook it would say something like, "We are so proud of our parents role in making the atomic bomb, that we took the name Bombers"? Or maybe, "We had an assembly and decided to call ourselves the Bombers because of the atomic bomb". I remember looking cover to cover. There's lots of prose, but nothing like any of the above. To: Jimmie A. Shipman (51) You said, "I didn't see any analogies about airplanes in this Columbian". (1948) Please look in the Sports Section - Baseball. Somewhere there it talks about the Richland Bombers and says, ". . . The "Fly-Boys" emerged victorious. . ." That's the kind of analogy that only makes sense if Bomber stands for a WWII airplane. Thanks for quoting the forward in your 1948 Columbian. It helps to show that "politically correct" in those days in Richland meant being all for anything to do with the atomic bomb. As to your comment: "Let us go on to more enlighten topics" I do have another project in mind. I want to prove that Kennewick Man was a cat herder, who died on the banks of the Columbia while protecting his large felines from some short, flat-nosed canines who lived on the other side of the river. With Bomber Pride Inside, -Ray Stein (64) ******************************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) Milk companies in the 50s; Darigold and Carnation is what I remember. and did anyone elses' Mom skim the cream off the top of the bottles for her coffee? Yes, Hutments, I remember. My Dad's shop Ernie's Typewriter/Printing was the old Paul's Hobby Shop, with the connected "Hutment". Where did we get that? -Patty de la Bretonne (65) ~ Seattle, WA ******************************************** >>From: Lynn Noble Paden (72) To: Teena Stoner Giulio (79) It is hard to say what may have caused the many illnesses your family has suffered. As we know there a so many environmental and genetic reasons why people get sick. Following a career with GE at the "N and K Reactors", including a severe radioactive exposure in the early 1950s which left him with leukemia type symptoms for a while, my family and I have often marveled at my father's amazingly good health at the age of 86. While I wouldn't suggest that or minimize the threats or health consequences of radiation exposure, I believe there are other environmental causes which pose a far greater threat than nuclear energy. And -- I say this after living in the "environmentally conscience state of Oregon" for nearly 30 years, where the Trojan Nuclear plant was shutdown. But it's confusing because I live near the Willamette River with toxin levels so high, that the river life is taking on some very grotesque and frightening new forms.... go figure that irony and hypocrisy! Oh, did I mention that we've been asked to conserve energy because we are in a bit of a crisis? HMMMMMM!!!!! Now, Maren, I've tiptoed around the politics of this, so please don't relegate me to the Sandbox just yet. -Lynn Noble Paden (72) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) To: Fritz Strankman (68) Re: Coach Strankman Your father is someone that I will never forget. I played basketball at RHS in 1972. This was the year that the varsity won their 2nd state championship and Mr. Strankman was the Sophomore coach. All three teams, Sophomore, JV, and Varsity traveled together in one bus to all out of town games. The trip to Wenatchee always involved a stop on the way home to feed the coaches and players. It was during this stop that one mischievous sophomore decided to take a handful of plastic straws back on the bus. Plastic straws - spit ball missile launchers - get the picture? Anyway the war was on, spit wads were being launched all over the bus. Everything was fine until the unspeakable happened - a spit ball had found the side of Coach Teverbaugh's face!! There was hell to be paid! Teverbaugh told the bus driver to pull over and in his unmistakable Teverbaugh style, the coach let the bplayers know that he was not happy. I think Coach Strankman was a little embarrassed because it was one of his sophomores that created the havoc. When we pulled into the school by the gym, Coach Strankman stood up and told his sophomore team that he wanted to talk to them in the film room. A few of us, expecting a Strankman classic lecture crept up to the vent in the door of the film room to hear the upcoming lecture. Not disappointing us, it was a Strankman classic and the line I'll never forget, hearing it clear as a bell through the vent was the following: "Listen up, boys! You are traveling with the best damn team in the state and also the best damn coach in the state..... no! wait! You are traveling with the best damn team in the state and the best damn three coaches in the state!" The man was a classic! A lot of today's coaches could learn a little from Coach Strankman. Thank you, Coach. -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >From the MESSAGES page at >>From: Kenneth Scheirer (85) Dec-19 3:36 am To: ALL I'm looking for Chris Elder or Robert Patrick (class of 82?). Drop me a line if you've heard from them or know where they are. -Ken Scheirer (85) ******************************************** >>From: Lynn Dunton, teacher Re: "Hutments" To: Doris Brinkerhoff DeFord (57) I remember hutments. I taught 5th grade in one at Sacajawea until we were moved to Jason Lee when it opened. One of the advantages was that we had efficient "swamp coolers" in them. During the rare times it rained, the curved corrugated steel surface heralded its presence. -Lynn Dunton, teacher *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/17/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 22 Bombers and one Bomber spouse today: Ken Ely (49), Richard "Dick" Roberts (49), Don Fisher (50), Dave Brusie (51), Dick Epler (52), Marilyn Richey (53), Mike Clowes (54), Tom Hughes (56), Bonnie Streeber (57), Patti Jones (60), Judy Willox (61), Gary Twedt (62), Jim House (63), Gary Behymer (64), Ray Stein (64), Judi Wilson (65), Linda McKnight (65), Pam Ehinger (67), Steve Piippo (70), Peggy Hartnett (72), Rick Chapple (72), Dave Trent (75) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ken Ely (49) To: Jack Lowrey (49) Yes, Jack you have it almost right. There were 6 of us that night we went to pasco to burn an "R" on their high school lawn. We were in Charlie Osborn's bright blue Seattle P.I. panel truck which stuck out like a sore thumb. After going through Kennewick, Charlie decided to take the highlands route and it was there we were pulled over by the Highway Patrol and returned to Kennewick. After taking our names, they let us go and we thought we were home free, but the next day in class, we were all called into Mr. Poore's (Vice Principal) office. I think we were just given a warning and sent back to class. I don't remember who the other 4 were but maybe one of them will come forward and identify them. When we were young and foolish, we were young and foolish. -Ken Ely (49) ~ Orangevale, CA ******************************************** >>From: Richard "Dick" Roberts (49) Re: '47 Columbian Hi Maren, Picture from the '47 annual showing the 'time out cart' with Bombers painted across the bomb. I believe this is the one that Marilyn Richey (53) mentioned that rode in the trunk of her car in her days. I always wondered who made it and more importantly, I wonder where it might be today. Pictured are: The "fab five": Bud Row, Chuck Larrabee, Orville Marcum, Junior Williams and Gene Conley. Managers: Allen Neidhold and Dick Roberts. 1947 Columbian Pg XX 1947 Columbian Pg XX text Re: '49 Class Ring Sketch of the '49 class ring that appeared in our '49 annual. Another point in favor of the origin of our mascot name, "Bombers" from the bomb and not the plane. 1949 Class Ring -Richard "Dick" Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Don Fisher (50) Re: Bombers If I remember correctly, we we voted to be the "BOMBERS", we didn't like the anti-nukes trying to lead our lives. We were all proud to be associated with the help to end the war. Remember Germany was working on a nuclear bomb at the same time. -Don Fisher (50) ********** What is it about being a Bomber that is so great? No where have I ever seen or heard of a group of people so dedicated to each other and their school as the Bombers are. I think it's wonderful and I know that no matter where you go, if you see a fellow Richland Bomber you know you have found a slice of home. We are proudly flying our Bomber Banner!! -Barb Fisher, wife of Don (50) ******************************************** >>From: Dave Brusie (51) Re: Atomic Bomb - Day's Pay Controversy Let it Lay On my wall in my office is two shares of stock for the B-17 Bomber "Day's Pay". One is in the name of my Mother, the other is in the name of my Father. I am very proud of them. I am also very proud to have grown up in Richland, and to know that the workers there had something to do with the making of the bomb. I am also smart enough to know that a person who died on the Arizona is just as dead and is missed just as much by the family as a person in Japan killed by the bomb. I also believe that somewhere in this world there was somebody mauled by a Lion, or died from Rabies after being bitten by a Bulldog. I also think that Pirates killed some people in their time who are just as dead. I know that this is probably a little bit of bad humor, but enough already. The Day's Pay served us well, and, yes, the Bomb saved a lot of lives - both American and Japanese. I am proud to be a "Bomber" either way. So believe as you wish!! -Dave Brusie (51) ******************************************** >>From: Dick Epler (52) Re: The Green Run To: Sandra Genoway (62) Hi Sandra, On 1/16/01, you asked me a couple of questions, one explicit and one implicit. In your first question, you may be asking if I have any special credentials to write any of this stuff, and the answer is NO, I don't. I'm not board certified or licensed to do anything. I have a simple BSEE degree from WSU in Electronics, but I've worked at Hanford on and off for 45 years, most recently at the FFTF. I left Hanford in 1995. My only qualification to render opinions on anything is a passion for truth and accuracy. Speaking of which, your next question (implicit) addressed the green run(s). In the political sense, you're quite correct, there was only ONE Green Run at Hanford. >From an operations standpoint, however, irradiated fuel slugs that were run through the dissolver within 30 days of coming out of the reactor, were sometimes referred to as green runs, resulting in various amounts of Iodine-131 being released up the stacks. Figures vary, but some estimate that around 420,000 curies were discharged to the atmosphere in the first two years of plutonium production. It was done primarily to meet the war-demands of Los Alamos. But it was also carefully coordinated with the prevailing winds to achieve a calculated wind dispersion of 100,000 by the time it was a half-mile from the stack. Since the half-life of I-131 is only 8 days, in 56 days (7 half-lives), less than 1% of the iodine would remain. THE green run you're referring to was featured by the Hanford Dose Reconstruction Project, published by Dr. John Till in the early '90s. It referred to an experiment of the same name that was performed in December 1944 as part of Operation Bluenose, run by Walt Singlevich, to provide calibration data for monitoring Soviet plutonium production by the analysis of fission product gases. Again, figures vary, but Michele Gerber, the official Hanford historian writes that: "...7,780 curies of I-131, along with 4,750 curies of Xe-133 were released" in the Green Run. Now, eight thousand curies of I-131 sounds like a lot, but how much is that in real terms? Dividing 8000 curies by 124,000 curies/gram (the specific activity of I-131) yields about 0.0645 grams. Maybe you can see how the wind would be very effective in dispersing this small amount of material. Dr. Till's project took two years and cost $16 million. His report clearly states that it's objective is not to answer any questions nor propose any answers, but merely to suggest the possible radiation effects on the general Hanford population from the Government's *intentional release of I-131* in 1949 (my emphasis). Lacking reliable data, and being based purely on speculation, there was really no valid reason to publish this report. It's only effect, still being felt, was to unnecessarily alarm a great number of 1949 residents including my wife. I've often wondered how the increased stress levels might have affected the incidence of cancer in these people. It's as if the report's purpose was to pre-program such people to get cancer. We know there's a connection between stress and cancer. What we don't know is why this study was commissioned in the first place. I'll leave that to your speculation. Incidentally, it was later found that I-131 was not an accurate indicator of plutonium processing. The noble gas Kr-85 was ultimately found to be the only fission product that could not be easily removed from the off-gasses. And that's what Francis Gary Powers was sampling in 1960 when his U-2 spy plane was shot down. NOTE: Some of the above details were previously provided by Robert Dupay and Galen Winsor in a letter to the Tri-City Herald, circa 1990. Unfortunately I no longer have the newspaper clipping. Any errors, of course, are mine. -Dick Epler (52) ~ Mt. Vernon, OR ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) Re: huts at schools I went to Sacajawea from the 4th grade with Mrs. Lane and in the 6th grade we had to move into the huts on grounds. I think there was 5 or 6 on the east side of the school. The huts were not the most comfortable place to attend classes. There was Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Margaret Bice as the 6th grade teachers. Most of the students who had Mrs. Bice agree she was the hardest teacher I ever had in my years of school in Richland. But most of that I know thought she was their best grade school teacher. She made going to school alot easier having to attend in the huts than being able to be in the school.. They were hot in the spring and cold in the winter. Re: name of Bombers I have been going through family things that my family kept when my brothers Don (47) and Alan (49) played for the football Bombers from 45 - 49 and have been looking at the programs that my mother kept. I know when my brother Don lettered in Football the first time he got a letterman's sweater and there was a BEAVER on the sweater as their emblem. So that must have been the '45 season. I know they were called the EAGER BEAVERS. So if they were the Beavers at that time, the war was over when they changed the name. Somebody ask COACH RISH - he was hired in '46 season and they were the Bombers when my brother graduated in June of 47. -Marilyn Richey (53) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Re: Bombs and Bombers Following Dick Epler's (52) excellent advice to do research on the subject, but having only limited materials at hand, here is perhaps an answer. Who Cares! We are Bombers and that is that. I can see wherein the ambiguity may lie. The symbol on the sweaters of the Pep Club during the years 1951 to 1954, as depicted in The Columbian for the years 1952, 1953 and 1954, is a Bomb. The marching band, under the able direction of Gordon Pappas, during this same time frame, marched onto the field at half time of home games in what was known as "The Bomber Formation"; i.e. the outline of a four engine aircraft capable of delivering bomb(s). As an aside, the flag twirlers simulated the actions of "the bombers" propellers. Confusing? No. After all, the two airplanes that delivered "Little Boy" and "Fat Man" were propeller driven B-29's named, respectively, "Enola Gay" and "Boch's Car". Now, to further confuse the issue, I cite the following from Green and Gold Handbook of Columbia High School, Richland, Washington, 1946: Page 12 - "HISTORY "Columbia High came into being in March of 1944 when the students moved into it from the old high school building. "Because of the Atomic Bomb plant bringing hundreds of students here, a complete new system had to be established for the school in order to accommodate all the new students. "Activities and clubs were organized by the students themselves. After many trials and errors Columbia High School became what it is today--a school that you can be proud to attend." page 13 - "CITIZENSHIP "At Columbia High School the students are proud of their name, 'Bombers,' Can anyone imagine a student who is considered successful because he creates no dissention in his group, does nothing to hold back its progress and interferes in no way with the work of his companions." And who wants to go through history know as "The Atomizers?" Weren't they those things one found (or finds) on perfume bottles which allow the user to spray (or "atomize") the aroma to one's body? EGad! I think enough has been written on this subject. -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ~ "Glowing" with Bomber Pride ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Ray Conley (46) sent me a little "Green and Gold Handbook" from 1946 (it's about 2.5" x 4.5"). One of these days I'll scan it and put it on the Class of '46 website. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Tom Hughes (56) Re: Quonset Huts at Sacajawea This is a photo of Sacajawea Grade School with the original Quonset Huts. You can see these same huts in the photo of Jim Foster and Myself on the 1956 Class Roster pages of the All Alumni site. Tom Hughes and Jim Foster -Tom Hughes (56) ******************************************** >>From: Bonnie Steeber Frasca (57) I have been reading comments about the quonset huts used for classrooms and it brought back memories of freezing and sweltering at Sacajawea. I remember having class in one but can't remember the teacher's name. The teachers that I remember from Sac are Mrs. Hughes, Miss MacDonald, and, my favorite, Mrs. Milton. Of all the memories of fellow Sandstormers, no one has mentioned the dress code. I remember the only time we were allowed to wear long pants to school was when it was cold and we wore them only to and from school. And, God forbid, you DON'T put a bleached streak in your hair! Also just a note about my request for responses from anyone in the Thailand area where I'm currently visiting. It was great hearing from one who I just missed that had just passed through Bangkok (D. Theil '56) and one who is married to a Thai lady and has visited Bangkok several times (Dave Hanthorn '63). So thanks again Dick and Dave for responding. You made my day. -Bonnie Steeber Frasca (57) - Hot and humid in Thailand while my husband is watching it snow on the golf course in Tucson! ******************************************** >>From: Patti Jones (60) HEAR YE HEAR YE HEAR YE BOMBER BABES LUNCHEON (Bomber Babes' Moms are welcome also) To be held monthly on the second sunday of the month Date: February 11, 2001 Time: 1:00PM Where: Best Western Executive Inn Address: 5700 Pacific Hwy. E., Fife, WA 98424 I-5 Exit 137 Phone #: 253-922-0080 Price: $25.00 Please send questions and/or reservations directly to Patti. All reservations must be in by February 8, 2001. This notice will appear twice a month. Thank you to all the Bomber Babes for taking the BALL to make the luncheon go forward. Bomber Cheers -Patti Jones (60) ~ Browns Point, WA ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Larry Mattingly (60) Re: The Huts and Glowing Gee Larry, I was in that same hut with Mrs. Lester the following year that you were when I was in third grade. And yes, it was colder than a well-digger's a** in there in the winter. I think I MUST have had the same seat that you vacated the year before as I also tended to do a lot of window gazing! *G*! I had not remembered anything about a fire at the school; I just remember them putting the huts there because they were running out of room for all of us "Bomber Brats". LOL! I like your response about the "do you glow" question. I just always answered the question with a question: "What's dark?" Shut them up don't ya know!! *G*!!!!! To: Helen Cross Kirk (62) and Jane Walker Hill (62) Re: Maren's Address There have been several inquiries lately from you Bombers out there about where to send your dollars for the support of our Sandstorm and I am quite happy to see that you are aware and conscious of just how much time and effort that Maren does put into getting us our "paper" every morning. Let's face it, we put out money for the TCH and it ain't nearly as much fun to read as our beloved Sandstorm!!!! So, yes, fellow Bombers, let us support our Queen (Maren) and assure ourselves that we keep that "paper" coming!!!! If you cannot get her to send you her address, let me know and I definitely will let you know where to send your bucks!!! Ya hear that Maren?!!! *G*!!! Bomber Best Cheers to All, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Yeah, Judy, I hear ya.... I ain't deaf.... *GRIN* -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Gary Twedt (62) I really, really hate it when I'm stupid. Being ignorant is a close second. Usually given enough time and thought, I can get it. Sometimes I figure it out even before Vanna. After all these years, I even understand most of the lines in "Blazing Saddles". Everyone in Bomberland gets it but me. So, I'll bite. I'll be the butt of the joke. Just tell me please, before I really go off the deep end, what the hell does *G*!! and LOL!! mean? P.S. If its one of those Valley Girl things, just tell me I wouldn't understand. -Gary Twedt (62) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [YOU ARE NOT ALONE, Gary!! *G* means Grin and *LOL* means Laughing Out Loud. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Jim House (63) To: Joni Lee (65) Your claim, that because Ray Stein (64) may have seen you with a cigarette you quit smoking forever, is impressive. That is a truly rare example of peer pressure being cited as a reason for good to prevail over evil. Sorry smokers. After reading your story, I plan to take my wife and daughter to Spokane this summer in hopes Ray still has the same effect. Now for the hot topic. I have never been interested in my genealogy, having always just accepted that I am a BOMBER regardless of origin. Hopefully at some point, my good friends on both sides of the issue will agree when the preponderance of evidence determines who's my daddy. Bomber cheers, -Jim House (63) ~ currently in Texas but not really sure where I came from ******************************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Re: Atomic Bomb or Day's Pay I searched thru "Richland Day" program for an answer... I see it on page 7. Let's ask any of the following... assuming several are still alive. Bill Ziegler, Larry Rynd, Homer Harman, Paul Beardsley (;-), Tom Purton, Johnny Bloom, Bob Hopkins, Bob Carriger, Blake Miller, Whit Halteman, Bob Chambliss, Jack Pierard, Tommy Stanfield, Don Dayton, Paul Nissen, Rex Vaught, Clint Kessel, Ed Sullivan, Chuck Hartley, Russ Stanford, Hank Carlberg (General Chairman), Ernie Dean and a handful more. -Gary Behymer (64) ~ Now living in downtown Colfax, WA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [I believe both Johnny Bloom and Jack Pierard are both deceased. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Ray Stein (64) Re: Coach Strankman To: Fritz Strankman (68) I've told this story before and it's one of my favorite memories of your father: In 1960, the Chief Jo Warrior football team was unbeaten and headed for a showdown with Carmichael. At our last practice before the game, Coach Strankman said something like, "You know if we win this game, you have to carry the coach off the field, so we better practice". Big Jim Coyne (64) and Alan Jorgensen (64), I think, were selected and they hoisted up our beloved coach as we paraded around the field, yelling and laughing. That year had been so much fun with our "Statue of Liberty" play and a variety of hidden ball tricks. Well, sure enough, as those final seconds of our victory ticked off, those big linemen came out of the game. In short order there were a bunch of Jr. High kids whooping, hollering, and carrying around a man who knew what kid sports were all about! Please give my best to your Dad, -Ray Stein (64) ******************************************** >>From: Judi Wilson Johnson (65) Re: Western WA Women's luncheon (aka Bomber Babes) Thanks to the great ladies that showed up for our very first west-side luncheon. It was such fun. Lots of great conversations, laughter and fond memories. Everyone who couldn't make it should try for the one in Feb. (second Sunday of the month at 1pm at the Best Western Executive Inn in Fife). And a special thank you to Patti JOnes (60) for getting the ball rolling. Bombers really do rock!! -Judi Wilson Johnson (65) ******************************************** >>From: Linda McKnight (65) I am also wondering what happened with THE SANDBOX... all this controversy about whether we were named for the "Days Pay" Bomber or the Atomic Bomb, seemed to be the venue for the beginning of THE SANDBOX. Oh well, I remember my class ring had a mushroom cloud on it. The end result of an atomic bomb explosion, but what mechanism dropped the bomb, an airplane called a Bomber. We all know what was being produced out at Hanford when we were growing up. We may not morally or politically agree about Hanford's production in those days, but we are still fiercely proud of who we are and where we came from. We are the Bombers and we will always be THE BOMBERS... and besides I have always found it a real asset to not have to turn a light on in the middle of the night to find my way to the bathroom... that little green glow just lights the way... Bombers Forever -Linda McKnight (65) ~ now residing in Milwaukie, OR ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [We'll be looking for the first edition of THE SANDBOX in 2001 before too long. Al's getting it ready now. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) Re: All this talk about our school emblem! As the song says: We are the Bombers Mighty mighty Bombers Every where we go-o People want to know-o Who we are So we tell them We are the Bombers Mighty mighty Bombers B O M B E R !! Well that's how I remember it. There ain't no plane in there!! I'd never heard of a Day's Pay until someone mentioned it in here! I'd hear that the kids at the now Richland High (will all ways be Co-High to me) made T-Shirt that read: Made in the USA, then there was the Mushroom Cloud, under it was Tested in Japan!! I know it's not PC!! But look who started it! We just ended it!! Sorry if I've stepped on any toes. But our name came from THE BOMB!! No no airplane!! Bombers Rule!! -Pam Ehinger (67) ~ Thorp, WA ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To: Ray Stein (64) Ray, Right on and "Two Thumbs Up." My cheerleader daughter has an airplane and my football son and graduated daughter have the bomb, the 'R' and the cloud on their jackets (which aren't cheap). You serve history well! To: Fritz Strankman 68 Toivo used to coach 9th grade football with Fred Strankman at Chief Jo for about 14 years. I remember seeing all those black and white 'Mid Valley League 9th Grade Football Championship' photos in the dinky coaches/PE office. Toivo has said many times 'Fred Strankman was one of the best football coaches around, anywhere." Toivo felt Fred was an excellent football coach. Fritz, you want some stories? Give Toivo a call and he'll put them on paper for you. Toivo's not big on e-mail. -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Hartnett (72) Re: the mascot So if this is from the forward to the '47-48 annual: Then this Forward: "We, in this great United States of ours, have in our hands the most powerful weapon ever known to mankind --- the Atomic Bomb. It is ours to use as we see fit --- weather in war, as a form of destruction, or in peace, to bring the world riches and wonders it has never known before, thus making it a prosperous and peaceful place in which to live. Now, with the eyes of the world upon America and our Atomic City of the Northwest, we present this 1948 COLUMBIAN." I want to know "whether" or not there was an editor--you know, in the pursuit of truth and accuracy. -Peggy Hartnett (72) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Chapple (72) Re: Nuclear related illness Responding to some recent comments I've been reading in the Sandstorm about illness and the nuclear community. In late 1999 I had a spot on my face that would not go away and would itch and get irritated. After a couple months I had it removed and checked. The results were Lymphoma cancer. The first thing the Oncologist asked me is have I ever worked around radiation. The answer was yes, having worked at Exxon Nuclear for 4 years in the 70's. I have lived in Southern California since 1979 and the doctor has never heard of "Hanford", but he said the only way this type of cancer could be on my skin is from working around radiation. Took 20 years to show up. Anyone else out there developed cancer from working with nuclear fuel? So you know, I went through Chemotherapy to be sure we got it all and am doing very well now. I Have a whole new outlook about life and what is important and what is not. -Rick Chapple (72) ******************************************** >>From: Dave Trent (75) Been reading about the genesis of our mascot with interest. I'm sure one or the other (certainly not both) is correct, but does it really matter? The BOMBER dropped the BOMB that won the war and saved many lives on both sides! I for one, am satisfied with that. I can be proud of both origins, whichever is truly correct (not politically). Now, can we move on to another great debate, like who the toughest paddle guard (do they still have them at RHS?) in school history might have been? This might be a difficult one though, as the ones I feared most (and therefore remember most) were 6 plus classes ahead of me! ...or perhaps we could discuss who the most dangerous intramural basketball players were? (Although I don't remember names, there were some mighty nasty Seniors on the team I was on as a Sophomore. If I remember, we called ourselves the hatchet men (mostly football players). These guys would put a hurt on anyone, anytime, for the win! I only know that I'm still happy to have played WITH them, and not against them!) -Dave Trent (75) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/18-19/01 ******************************************** =====> EDITOR'S NOTE ===== EDITOR'S NOTE <===== The Sandstorm laptop's hard disk has crashed! That, in short, is why the January 18 issue did not go out on schedule. Until Maren's machine is repaired I shall be preparing and sending out the Sandstorm. You can help me A LOT by doing two things: i) sign your submission (including maiden name if applicable) ii) include your graduation year (or woulda-been year) If you want your submission to appear in a timely manner send it to: I receive (and have for a long time) a copy of everything that goes to this address. If you send your submission directly to Maren it WILL NOT be published until such time as her computer is back in the fight and she can review her e-mail. Bomber cheers, Richard Anderson (60), Assistant Editor ~ Richland And, this said, ON WITH THE SHOW!! ******************************************** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 19 Bombers today: Annette Bradley (51), Hugh Hinson (52), Darlene Trethewey (56WB), Betty McElhaney (57), Stephanie Dawson (60), Judy Willox (61), Sandra Genoway (62), Jeff DeMeyer (62), Tim Smyth (62), Linda Reining (64), Jim Vache (64), Marsha Goslin (65), Rick Maddy (67), Phil Jones (69), Steve Piippo (70), Jim Anderson (72WB), Debra Dawson (74WB), Pamela Scott (80), Jenny Smart (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Annette Bradley Forsythe (51) Hello to all 1951 Bombers. Although we have sent out a flier to all those for whom we have current addresses, we want to remind all those who read this newsletter daily, that our Reunion is September 7, 8, & 9, 2001, at the Shilo Inn, Richland. If, by chance, you have not received a flier, or this is the first you have heard about it, please send me an e- mail at the address above, and I will arrange to put you on our current mailing list. A new flier, with registration forms, is in preparation and is to be mailed very soon. Yes, we are gathering in conjunction with the Club 40 reunion at the same time. To: Jim Grow (51) Thanks, but I'm not volunteering to take on a full- time job with Club 40. We all owe Dale Gier and his faithful few a deep debt of gratitude for their 14 years of faithfully organizing and keeping the records of the Club 40. With the various indications of interest, I believe we have a good chance that a qualified and dedicated group will come forward and lead it. Bomber cheers to all, -Annette Bradley Forsythe (aka Annie) (51) ******************************************** >>From: Hugh Hinson (52) To: Dick Roberts (49) Dick, those are amazing pictures; they bring back a lot of memories. Take care. -Hugh Hinson (52) ******************************************** >>From: Darlene Trethewey Dunning (56WB) I'm reading all about whether we were the Bombers, after the bomb; or the Bombers, after the plane. I grew up in Richland in the 50's; I don't remember ever hearing about the plane till reading about it here. Then this last summer I got the chance to read the caption on the wall with the plane. Very impressive story. And very interesting which I really liked. It's something else to be very proud of. But when I was attending Richland "Col -Hi" we -- I -- believed that our mascot was the Bomb and we were proud of it at that time. It's my feeling that at a later time in history this was not really acceptable in our society so it was changed to the plane, so as to be able to keep the name. I have had a hard time at times trying explain to others why we would have wanted to have a bomb as a mascot to brag about. I like both stories and believe they both belong with our history. -Darlene Trethewey Dunning (56WB) ~ Portland, OR ******************************************** >>From: Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) Re: Huts If I have counted right I was in the 3rd grade in 1947 and we were in huts on the north side of Lewis & Clark. I don't remember being too hot or cold but remember the good times we had. I ran into Mrs. Fellows (she was one of my favorite teachers) at the Public Health a few years ago and asked her if she remembered the huts. She did and also remarked what a fun time it was. I had to laugh when a few years ago a mother was having a fit because her daughter was in a portable and was traumatized because of it. The huts were not there because of the fire as the fire was the next year when I was in Mrs. Feivez's 4th grade class and we were moved to the kindergarten classroom. I know everyone has heard enough about whether we were named after the Bomb/Plane; the bomb was dropped by a bomber and the bomb made a mushroom cloud and it's all incorporated in our symbols. Right!!!!! To: Jeff Curtis Keep the stories coming; we have enjoyed them so much. If you ever write a book about growing up here I will be the first in line to buy it. It would make a great movie, just as the Christmas Story is. Had to watch it again this year. Proud to be a Bomber -Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57) ******************************************** >>From: Stephanie Dawson Janicek (60) I was at Lewis and Clark from March of the 1st grade (moved to Richland from Vancouver) to November of the 3rd grade (moved to McMurray Street and attended Jefferson). My 1st grade teacher was the still-charming Marie Phillips, 2nd grade teacher was Mrs Scott, and 3rd grade teacher was Louise Fellows who later taught Home Ec at Chief Jo. Our 3rd grade classroom was the farthest Quonset hut as I recall (the one closest to Safeway). I saw Louise at a blood drive last year -- hadn't changed a bit! Speaking of Safeway, in the 2nd grade Mrs Scott used to send one or two of us to Safeway during recess or lunch to buy her candy. I cannot remember for sure what it was -- were there M&Ms in 1949-1950? I haven't noticed much reminiscing about either McMurray (and the Shanks' circus net) or Jefferson Elementary, or did I just miss those issues? -Stephanie Dawson Janicek (60) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Gary Twedt (62) Re: Computer Jargon Oh Gary, that was so darn funny. I feel terribly responsible for your moment of embarassment however since I am the one who has been using those symbols so often lately. I guess I should send you the list of computer jargon to redeem myself, huh? *G*!! No, ya ain't stupid or ignorant, and I ain't no "valley girl" -- we is just both good ol' BOMBERS through and through!! LOL!! Hey, I always thought that you were in the Class of '61. Weren't you? *G*!! Bomber Best to You, -Judy Willox Hodge (61-fer shure *g* (little grin)) ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Genoway (62) To: Pam Ehinger (67) I believe there are two corrections to make in your rendition of the "We are the Bombers" cheer. We are the Bombers Mighty mighty Bombers Every where we go-o People what to know-o [people WANT to know] So we are [WHO we are] So we tell them We are the Bombers Mighty mighty Bombers BTW, this was my personal favorite Bomber cheer! And, I later related it to stories I heard about the people of Seattle who made it a point of "walking on the other side of the street" (or way around) whenever they met any of our kids on the streets (wearing their Bomber green and gold jackets, etc.) during "State" competitions. I used to think this was soooo funny! -Sandra Genoway (62) ******************************************** >>From: Jeff DeMeyer (62) Hello all, I am looking for the following people for our 40th class reunion: Carol Buchanan Krinke, Doug Burns, Judy Clarke Tembreull, Gary Curtis, Mary Jane Douglass Maxine Dowd, Ron Dykes, Ken Elliot, Roger Farber, Randy George, Margaret Gibson Tucker, Douglas Goldsmith, Patricia Hahn, Clark Hall. Any information on these people would be greatly appreciated: City, State, phone #, or e-mail addresss. The graduation year was 1962, from Richland (Columbia) High School. Please send replies to . Bomber cheers, -Jeff DeMeyer (62) ******************************************** >>From: Tim Smyth (62) Re: Regis Philbin Some man from Richland was the in the hot seat last night. Anyone know him? -Tim Smyth (62) ******************************************** >>From: Linda Reining (64) I miss my Sandstorm! ;( Am I the only one that didn't receive it, or is everyone having difficulties? Maybe the power outages in CA are affecting my receiving the Sandstorm. -Linda Reining (64) ~ Bakersfield, CA "rolling" black-outs are threatened for tomorrow and ??????? ;( ******************************************** >>From: Jim Vache (64) For what it is worth, my recollection is that the Columbia Basin News was started by various union interests who were fighting the TCH's anti-union policy for its employees -- does any one else remember the informational picket line (usually one fellow, reading a paperback book) at the Herald's office in Uptown Richland? I hope this is factual enough to get into the Sandstorm, rather than being bounced to the Sandbox! -Jim Vache (64) [Well ...... after a looooong meeting, the editorial staff agreed to publish ...... but, it was a close call. -Maren & Richard] ******************************************** >>From: Marsha Goslin Brehm (65) To: Gary Twedt (62) You aren't the only one in Bomberland who didn't get it! Thanks for being the one to ask about "G" and "LOL". I experienced both of them after reading your entry Wednesday! -Marsha Goslin Brehm (65) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) Re: Nuclear Energy What a fascinating subject amongst the other fascinating subjects in here (i.e., bombs, mushroom clouds, U235 --or was there a 9 in that one? -- Day's Pay ... or not, hot tar on Sanford, etc.). Richland alums talking about things that as a kid I just passed off like I would imagine many of us did. A sort of, yeah, we know there are nuclear juices, potions, and chemistry sets out there; and move on to the more present, important, task of chasing girls and shooting jackrabbits (I speak for myself here). And yes, I feel bad about the rabbits. But now I am wondering if the FBI, CIA, NSA, UDT up the Columbia, and BCC people ever come in here to see what some are saying in the Sandstorm. I still see nothing, hear nothing, and know nothing, literally. Very painless attitude I must admit. Or am I being a little paranoid here? We all know what "goathead" means, but do they? To: Joni Lee (65) As I go through life I have seen how quickly one little thing at any given moment can change your life forever. Can you imagine how different it could have all been if Ray had been smoking a cigarette? -Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************** >>From: Phil Jones (69) Ray Stein (64) hit it on the head when he stated that Fred Strankman "knew what kid sports was all about". It took me a few years to realize that however. My junior year of high school was George Rallis's first year as Bomber head coach. He arrived with lots of fanfare and enthusiam for his new ways. He had new plays and new terms and new practice schedules. I was a starting "cornerback" right off and didn't know what that was. (It was "defensive halfback" I found out.) Rallis had come from U of I with some pretty new fangled ideas and methods ... that didn't work. We were pounded in practice, had players in the wrong spots, and lost consistently. The only group of kids in the program who appeared to have any fun was the JV'ers, or "FRED'S REDS", coached by ... guess who? (That name, by the way, came from the practice jersey colors that identified the players' status on the team. First team offensive players wore gold, first team defensive players wore green or black, I think, and the JV players wore red and were perceived as fodder.) Anyway, Fred sort of defied convention and moved kids in and out, drew up plays in the dirt in the huddle while the system called for some long complicated series of sets and motion and pass patterns. At the time I sort of viewed Fred's methods as sort of Mickey Mouse when compared with the Big-Time varsity system and methods. But guess what? Fred's teams had fun. And Fred's teams won games. It dawned on me that maybe those two things are connected. Later on Fred coached at Hanford High and was the A.D. when I coached out there. I can honestly say that Fred didn't get caught up in the "stuff". His teams had fun, were well coached, and were generally successful. I haven't forgotten those coaching lessons. Fritz, give your dad my best. -Phil Jones (69) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To: Ray Stein (64) I believe Butch Bishop scored the winning touchdown in the Chief Jo/Carmichael game you refer to. There is a black and white photo of that Chief Jo team with you standing up front wearing an arm cast. The original photo is in the hands of Bill Bishop (70) who is making a print(s) and then sending the original photo to Butch Bishop, who lives near you in Spokane. Lots of history in the photo. Butch Bishop was my neighbor and we little kids in the neighborhood didn't mess with Butch. -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Anderson (72WB) To: Greg Alley Geez Greg, how come, when you talk about the '69 Carmichael/Chief Jo game, you only mention Steve Neill, Brian Coyne, and Steve Davis, and you don't mention probably the two true stars of the team, the real twin towers, Jim Bixler and myself? Chief Jo lost but, as I recall, Carmichael cheated. -Jim "Bo" Anderson, CJ 69 (RHS 72WB) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) To: Burt Pierard I grew up hearing that girls do language, boys do math. This was a self-fulfilling prophecy in my Richland education. I earned two D's and two F's in 9th grade algebra at Chief Jo Jr. High (1970-71) although I was an A-B student in all other disciplines. I can remember venting frustration over why they use letters instead of numbers. Numbers I can understand!!! Years later I took algebra in college, understood all of the concepts and procedures, and earned A's. Frankly, I was expecting to be totally lost and to fail miserably, but I had to bite the bullet to earn a college degree. I was very pleased that I was as successful at algebra as at anything else in college. Part of my success I attribute to better teachers. Mr. Matthews and the other one at Chief Jo weren't good at helping kids like me who didn't understand algebra from square one. We're talking X+1=2. I was so resistant to X that I couldn't come up with 1 if my life depended upon it! Part of my early failure was that mediocrity was expected of me as a female born in 1956. Since I didn't immediately get it (algebra), my teachers (male) assumed I never would. Why waste time on a girl-child in a math class? They don't have the mental capacity. Most of my failure was that I bought into that concept -- I heard it, had trouble, and I interpreted the problem as my own inadequacy. Your mother can probably relate to my own story. I would be astonished if she's never heard that girls can't do math. We certainly can, but it is much more difficult when we don't get any help or encouragement. She is lucky to have had you as a tutor. Don't forget that she will encounter discrimination in the workplace (yes, in 2001) and will continue to need support and encouragement to achieve her career goals, whether or not they involve algebra. -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ~ Cheney, WA ******************************************** >>From: Pamela Scott Hobson (80) RE: Nuclear related illness I was born in Richland in '61 and lived there until '81. I've recently been diagnosed with an overactive thyroid gland (aka Grave's Disease). Since I am, in general, a very healthy individual, I wonder if there is any connection. Obviously, I'll never know if there is a direct correlation, but I am curious to know if there are other Richland natives/residents experiencing similar health-related problems and how they are treating those illnesses. "Go Bombers" -Pamela Scott Hobson (80) ~ Newport Beach, CA ******************************************** >>From: Jenny Smart Page (87) As recently as the late 80's, our understanding of the "Bombers" referred to the bomb, and not the airplane (all the letter jackets and posters, etc. had "the Cloud", and we even occassionally had someone rolling out a big bomb shell of some sort). If my aging memory serves me right, it's only been within the last 10 years that the emphasis has been placed on the aircraft and not what was being delivered across the ocean. Just another indication of how our history is being rewritten by those who don't want to remember what really happened because it might hurt someone's feelings. Incidentally, I would like to remind all you local (Richland & West Richland) Bombers to remember to VOTE YES on the March 13, 2001 Richland School District bond issue. It's a well thought out proposal and will be of benefit to all our students. It's the right thing to do too! Still bleedin' green & gold in the thrivin' metropolis of West Richland, Jenny Smart Page (87) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/20/01 ******************************************** Hoops Report: 1 2 3 4 OT Bombers 9 27 42 60 71 Southridge 17 34 51 60 67 Whippet thin junior Andrew Fannin provided the spark in the 4th quarter and the overtime period for Bombers to pull out a 71-67 victory at Southridge. He led the team with 24 points. Bombers played sluggishly through the first three quarters -- their first lead was not until the 2:56 mark of the fourth quarter -- but regained their composure in time to secure the victory. -Richard Anderson ******************************************** 19 Bombers today: Bob (Mike Clowes) Carlson (54), Gary Scholl (56), Judy Cameron (60), Howard Kirz (60), Fred Phillips (60), Mike Lewis (60), Judy Willox (61), Sandra Genoway (62), Frazier Botsford (62WB), Joni Lee (65), Jim Blakely (67WB), Geoffrey Rothwell (71), Jan Jacobs (71), Nancy Stillwell (71), Jean Eckert (72), Debra Dawson (74WB), Kim Edgar (79), Patti Felch (87), Diana Williams (??) ******************************************** >>From: Bob (Mike Clowes) Carlson (54) First of all, let me offer my condolences on the loss of Maren's laptop's hard-drive. When the word first broke there was a foolish assumption that it was Maren who lost the hard-drive. However, I'm sure that if she is refreshed with a few Spudnuts, her recovery should be imminent. At this juncture I would not recommend a "Grand Slam" at Denny's. On the other hand, it would seem that the loss of a hard-drive in a laptop is not an uncommon thing. But, in lieu of money, please send flowers. **g** For Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) The bit about "math is for boys, literature is for girls" is nothing more than a mythconception on the part of some misogynistic math teachers. But, fear not, I did ok in math up to algebra. It was when the teacher wanted to substitute numbers for the letters we were adding, subtracting, multiplying, and/or dividing that I got lost. And just ask yourself, when was the last time you REALLY needed Pythagoras's theorem. (It's simple to remember: pie are round, cornbread are square.) For Jim Vache (64) You are correct, sir. The Columbia Basin News was started for just those very purposes. After a short period of time, it became known as the "Washbasin Wipe." In all fairness to the the union faithful out there, it was not a very good paper. If anything it was more anti- Bomber than the TCH. I believe, in the CBN's last weeks, the number of subscribers dropped considerably, when even staunch supporters were seen buying the TCH ... IN PUBLIC! Bomber Cheers, -Bob (Mike Clowes) Carlson (54) ******************************************** >>From: Gary R. Scholl (56) Hi to all you bombers out there. I guess I was too busy cooking burgers at Tim's to have worried about the Bomb; however, I went on to work with many of them. I never even thought about the material I was handling and where it might of come from. I could have been loading stuff from my home town on those airplanes and not even realized it. I wonder how many of you pre-58 Bombers even remember the drive-in that sat on the corner of Uptown and sold 10 cent burgers? I think it turned into a mortuary after I left. I lived in North Richland and West Richland for several years and never heard of the plane until this year -- oops, last year -- when I started to read the Sandstorm. Thanks for the memories, -Gary R. Scholl (56) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Cameron Ayers (60) Stephanie Dawson brought up something I have not thought about for decades: the circus net the Shanks put up in their entire back yard all summer long for all the McMurray neighbors to play in. It was like one huge trampoline. What fun we had bouncing around on a circus net on a hot summer day and cool evenings with not a care in the world! I have no idea where they got the circus net but it was THE place to play in our neighborhood. Of course there was no supervision and we could bounce and jump all we wanted to with as many of our friends as we wished. No concern for liability here. Many fell off the circus net to the ground but I don't remember anyone getting seriously hurt. We had a wonderful neighborhood of kids: the Botsfords, Blanchettes, Monsons, Janoses, Dawsons, Bostons, Henrys, Shanks, Coach Rish, and many more all up and down the block. We constantly played games, hide and go seek, etc., in the evenings and at dark encompassing the entire neighborhood. And we had our share of riding our bikes behind the DDT truck also as it cruised the neighborhood. Our parents had it so lucky that they could let us play anytime and anywhere without a worry about our safety. They were not worried about the DDT, just worried we may hit something since we could not see where we were going while riding our bikes in the fog. Thanks, Stephanie, for jogging my cobweb mind. What great memories! -Judy Cameron Ayers (60) ******************************************** >>From: Howard Kirz (60) To: Richard Anderson (60), Assistant Editor Richard, I see you've finally hacked into Maren's computer and successfully hijacked the Sandstorm. Hah, '60 rules! Does this mean we'll all soon be getting great Johnny Mathis [uh .... NO! -RA] and Beatles [good idea! but .... -RA] clips with our daily dose of Bombermania or are you otherwise engaged these days? Best, -Howard Kirz (60) ******************************************** >>From: Fred Phillips (60) Re: PC Bombers A few people have commented that the original mascot might have been the Day's Pay, a B-17 bomber, because being named for an atomic bomb wasn't PC. Personally, I agree with the folks who were there when the name was adopted. It was the bomb, not the plane. By 1960, the bomb appeared on the sweaters of the song leaders and the pep club, and in the middle of the basketball court. We hung out at Atomic Frontier Days, bowled at Atomic Lanes, and snacked at Fission Chips. There was never any mention of an airplane, none whatsoever, but the mushroom cloud appeared everywhere, including the cover of our annual and on our class ring. To many of us PC means, simply, "Proud of the Cloud." -Fred Phillips (60) ~ Bellevue, WA ******************************************** >>From: Mike Lewis (60) I remember John Ball school. It was Quonset huts for sure; they looked like culverts. We entered in the morning through the end that stuck out toward the street. Each had a big number over the door. There was a project; we were all supposed to bring a project. I didn't know what was going on, so my father built a toothpick bridge and we went to the fair and he told everybody I had built it. I knew they all knew I couldn't build that; it was a cantilever construction. (I wasn't to know what that was for years.) I was so humiliated I could not imagine existing. Eventually I was made into a school patrol boy. Still have pictures of the class graduation. Come to think of it, I have also scanned both the American Modeler articles about the Richland Rocket Society into .jpg files, about 17Mb (600 dpi color), if anyone wants them. One image that really hangs on is of walking to John Ball in the morning watching my oxford shoes. A kid named Gary Gross and I played hooky one day and we took .22 shells down by the river and hit them with rocks until they zinged off; sounded just like the cowboy movies. As usual, both my parents went through the ceiling. Also the huge june bugs, and the sand and dirt, and the Cub Scout meetings in the trailers. One time we were stuffing rubber animal molds with plaster of paris -- I didn't know what was going on -- and when I went home, there were all these OTHER Cub Scouts in MY home for dog's sake and it was dark and I thought I couldn't go in so I stayed outside and threw rocks on the roof and they all came running out and chased me; tried to hide behind the house next door but they found me. One time there was a Cub Scout skit. They were little vignette plays. I was, uh, to play the part of a boxer's wife. I cannot imagine where the idea for that role had come from although Dad had been a boxer in high school in Arkansas. So the boxer gets knocked out in the ring and I'm supposed to get up and hit the other boxer with my purse and I just sit there; cannot really imagine this is real. Mother comes over and prompts me ... I get up and play it through. The trailers in the summer. Oh, they were hot. My dad made some hot wine in a little still made of bottles and hose; it worked ... we shared it with the neighbors. I think the cover was that it wasn't in zirconium cans. -Mike Lewis (60) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Marsha Goslin Brehm (65) Gee, I didn't mean to confuse anyone, honost! *G*!! If ya like, I would send you a list, but you may not approve of some of the jargon. Most is okay, just a couple that may offend. To: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) Boy, did you ever hit the nail right square on the head Debra. My frustration was the same as yours -- letters instead of numbers! Yeah, looking at it now, it all makes sense, but like you, I didn't get a lot of help from the teachers at Carmichael either. So, I, as well as Burt's mother, can relate to your story oh so well!! It took a lot of courage to even face a math class in college, didn't it? It sure did for me, but I bit that same bullet that you did, even though I did have my daughter's help. Hats off to you for rising above the stigma and doing so well in your college math!! To: Pamela Scott Hobson (80) Yes, there are others with the same thyroid problems. I was diagnosed with it in 1968. I have also had cancer, a ruptured appendix, and a gall bladder removed. I also have an illness that some poo poo, but those millions of us that have it would be more than happy to pass it on to them and let them have the experience of it. Then let's see if they poo poo as loudly! *G*!! It will be an ongoing controversy as to whether these things were created by the Hanford area or not -- go figure. Me -- I just flow with the "glow"!! LOL!! To: Roger Gress (61) Hey Roger, I finally got it. I now remember who Doug Curtis was. Duh!! *G*!! To: All Bombers Let's give a BIG hooray and thanks to Richard Anderson (60) for carrying on for Maren in her time of need. Thank you Richard for delivering our "paper" in the mornings!! We love ya!! -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Genoway (62) To: Pamela Hobson Usually when persons are considered the "victims" of nuclear fallout from Iodine-131 (irradiated iodine) they show signs of *hypo*thyroidism (underactive thyroid) which sometimes is an indication of thyroid cancer. However, I think anything to do with the thyroid of anyone who lived in the Tri-Cities and other parts of Eastern WA, Western ID, and Northeastern OR, should be examined thoroughly and followed carefully. If you are interested in learning more about the Hanford Downwinders, you can contact Judith Jurji at [contact Sandra for info -Ed]. Also you can contact Jennifer at the Hanford Litigation Office in Seattle at 206-285-8390 or 1-800-628-3147 if you want to know more about this and whether you may be eligible to be a plaintiff in this class-action suit. Hanford studies show that irradiated emissions were occurring during the years of about 1947 through 1986, and you definitely were there during those years. Let me know if you have other concerns or questions; I will try to help. -Sandra Genoway (62) ******************************************** >>From: Frazier Botsford (62WB) Re: Francis Coehlo In the late 50's, Richland incorporated. One of the projects Francis Coehlo gave to the art class I was in was to design a seal for the new town. My entry was a circle with the mushroom cloud in the center with several words around the circumference. I forget most of them, but PEACE and WAR were prominent across the top, with WAR being in a more pronounced font. Mr Coehlo sat me down and discussed it, asking me if I didn't think that emphasizing the mushroom cloud and "WAR" was glorifying war? That while it sometimes became a necessary evil, wasn't the emphasized "WAR" focusing too much on the unfortunate portion of Richland's mission? Also he mentioned that while the mushroom cloud was a recognizable symbol, it did, in fact, also represent the annihilation of two entire cities, innocents and all. Did I really want to focus on this? I redid it. While I remember many of the teachers mentioned here, I loved Francis Coehlo. He was the most important teacher in *my* youth. With all the classes about color, texture, design, and other art lessons I got from him, this lesson about humanity is what I most remember about the man. -Frazier Botsford (62WB) ~ (overcast and dreary in DC) ******************************************** >>From: Joni Lee Rabena (65) To: Rick Maddy (67) I am still extremely proud of our Bomber basketball team and wear my glow-in-the-dark mushroom cloud t-shirt whenever I can annoy the most people! As to your comments about smoking, I shudder even now to think about it. My life has been filled with those little moments that can change one's life forever. All you have to do is turn right instead of left and not be afraid to look someone new in the eyes. You must have read the Celestine Prophecies? -Joni Lee Rabena (65) ******************************************** >>From: Jim Blakely (67WB) It would be nice to find out what became of our teachers from Spalding: 1st grade -- Miss Dorothy Pugh (55-56) 2nd grade -- Mrs. Becky Remaly (56-57) 3rd grade -- Miss Sue Odekirk (57-58) I loved Miss Odekirk because she appreciated my intense interest in science and allowed me to draw a full-size rendering of the Explorer I satellite on the floor of the classroom in chalk after it was launched. 4th grade -- Mrs. Dodds (58-59) And from Jefferson 4th grade -- Miss Holmes I was in class at Jefferson with Bobby Wright (RIP) who made the transfer effortless by introducing me to all the kids. Our mothers were friends from Kadlec Hospital nursing. It was surprising how much better the marble players were at Jefferson. I came over with a large bag won from Spalding and soon lost most of them. -Jim Blakely (67WB) ******************************************** >>From: Geoffrey Rothwell (71) Regarding Rick Chapple's (72) discussion of skin cancer: we should all be concerned. While not a dermatologist, I watched my mother (Dona) fight melanoma for 10 years before she died in 1992. I feel that Rick's oncologist's first question borders on malpractice. His first question should have been, "Has anyone in your family suffered from skin cancer?" If so, strike one! His second question should have been, "Did you suffer from repeated sunburn as a child?" If so, strike two! The third most important factor is whether one has fair skin (considered the third strike). How many of us used to spend hours at "the pool" burning ourselves? Everyone of us has been exposed to (the sun's) radiation. I moved away from the sun's intensity in Eastern Washington, but still avoid the sun as much as possible. Most of us have at least one strike against us and all of us should be using sun screen and wearing hats, and watching our skin for unusual changes, particularly in Richland. Is there more awareness of skin cancer in Richland these days? -Geoffrey Rothwell (71) ******************************************** >>From: Jan Jacobs Steffens (71) From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: Re: 30th reunion (?) Hi Class of '71. How about our 30th reunion? Haven't heard any info -- but looking forward to it! Post dates so we all can make plans! -Jan Jacobs Steffens (71) ******************************************** >>From: Nancy Stillwell Yoes (71) From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: I just wanted to say hi to all the old (and we are getting up there) guys and gals of the Class of 1971. Hope all is well with everyone. I have been married for 28 wonderful years and have two boys. My oldest is 26 and married, and just graduated from WSU. My youngest is 21 and in the Navy in Japan. My husband and I live in Walla Walla. He is vice-president for a software company and right now I'm just staying at home. Anyway that is a short rundown of my life. I would love to hear from anyone of you. Take care, -Nancy Stillwell Yoes (71) ******************************************** >>From: Jean Eckert Imholte (72) Re: Algebra "Overcomers" I completely agree with Debra Dawson Fogler's observations about math anxiety and lack of encouragement for girls back in the 70's. It was my experience that years later when I took algebra classes to finish college (in a lab format with NO teacher) I understood the concepts and aced the classes. In retrospect perhaps no teacher was better than one who taught poorly and did not give time to explaining things to girls who "didn't get it". Probably the social stigma of admitting ignorance had something to do with it too. I always had good grades in everything else and would sooner write off math as "stupid" than to admit to not understanding it. It was a nice revelation to find out that I could handle math and that it didn't have to stop me from my goals. Goes to show you that you are only limited by what you think you can't do. As I recall, our teacher, a certain Mr. Unruh, did give us hours of entertainment however. For that Kerry Carraher and I will be eternally grateful. We were, no doubt, utterly immature and loved to imitate his nasal droning. Ahh ... such memories. -Jean Eckert Imholte (72) ~ Longview, WA ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) The mushroom cloud is alive and well at Richland High School. My nieces got their letterman jackets last year. On the back is a big green and gold "R" with a mushroom cloud rising above. Inside the cloud students can have personal messages embroidered. Since they are twins, one has "The Good Twin," the other, "The Evil Twin." I'm sure there are a lot of interesting letterman jackets on campus these days. Re: Thyroid Cancer and Hanford-related illnesses I received a few inquiries as to what information I have about this subject. I was rather surprised that everyone who grew up in Richland doesn't know about the deliberate release of radioactive isotopes when GE ran Hanford in the late 1950's. When I say deliberate, I mean the company honchos said, "Hey, let's send some of this stuff airborne and see what happens to the locals." And they did. As of the 1970's or 80's, it became public knowledge, and HEAL (Hanford Education Action League) fought for full disclosure of the resultant health risks, dates, kind and quantity of exposure, etc. I'm not making this up; it's all public record. I live in the Spokane area (HEAL headquarters), so I looked in the phone book for their number. Alas, they are no longer listed. I did find Hanford Health Information Archives 1-800-799-4442. I haven't called the number myself, so I don't know what information they provide. Research suggests to me that any middle-aged downwinder who develops thyroid cancer can probably trace the disease to Hanford. We were exposed to radiation as fetuses and children, when we were most vulnerable to its effects. Although symptoms may not surface for many years, it is a direct result of this early damage. (Plutonium exposure works the same way. A speck inhaled today will eventually result in lung cancer. It's not a matter of if, but when.) The type of radioactive isotope released during the late 1950's has been found to increase the occurrence of thyroid cancer/problems among those exposed. I believe the thyroid gland stored the bulk of the radioactive material, and was thus most greatly affected. Fortunately for us, it is a highly treatable cancer type! I have more information for those interested; e-mail me directly. -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ~ Cheney, WA ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar Leeming (79) To: Richard Anderson (60) Thanks for picking up the ball and keeping the Sandstorm up and running. I look forward to reading it every morning before I start work! Maren, good luck with your hard disk, I hope it up and running soon. I know I'm lost when mine crashes. Bomber Cheers! -Kim Edgar Leeming (79) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Felch Walrath (87) From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: Anyone out there know where I can find Greg Mace and Muriel Hoppe? I'd love to get in touch with them. I'm living in Alaska, married, with 2 kids. Megan is 5 and Colin is 2 1/2. Anyone want to get in touch? -Patti Felch Walrath (87) ******************************************** >>From: Diana Williams Francis (??) Hi Pamela (and other Bombers!), I have been fighting illness for almost 15 years. I have hypothyroidism and Hashimoto's thyroiditis (underactive and autoimmune thyroid disorder). I also have fibromyalgia and the docs suspect lupus and/or sarcoidosis. Many docs have suggested a connection to Hanford and thyroid problems as well as autoimmune disorders. I have had several docs refer to the thyroid surgery scar as the "Hanford Necklace". Whatever -- the good news is thyroid problems are relatively easy to treat -- although they cause havoc on the rest of the body!!! I have battled poor health for quite some time, whether or not it is related to Tri-Cities would be interesting. I am also curious about our cancer rates. We should not have lost Lisa Wood to such a nasty cancer. Respectively, -Diana Williams Francis (??) *************************************** *************************************** `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/20/01 ~ Jeff Curtis II ******************************************** >>From: Jeff Curtis (69) A Day in the Life, Part II Continued from Saturday 1/13/01: "Jeeeeefffff......Luuuuunnnnnnch." I could hear my mom calling from across the street. I had worked up a pretty good appetite what with all the morning's gunplay and skydiving and knee banging and worm slime and all so I bid Roger adieu and blasted off for home across the street snatching up my pop gun from the lawn as I headed indoors for lunch. The sun was getting pretty high in the sky now and it was really starting to heat up. Might be a good day for a trip to the big pool. [Author's note: that was a literary segue, or what passes for one, the author being a writer of limited experience in serialized prose. Or any prose really. I suppose just recognizing the fact that I probably needed a segue speaks well of my intention not to make a total ass of myself in this forum. To term it in another manner, if you don't understand the paragraph above, and after reading this still wish to, you will have to check out last Friday's Sandstorm for Part I.] Breakfast was a fairly standard Cheerios-and-milk deal most mornings in our home but lunch could be a rather "iffy" affair. Making lunches for three growing boys everyday before schooltime was no small challenge for the woman of the house. During the school year Mom had a cold lunch assembly-line operation going in high gear (we were fairly religious brown-baggers) each morning before we took off for class. It was a process with which the engineers responsible for the "interchangeable part" philosophy of the Ford or Colt organizations could have found no fault. She laid out twelve slices of Snyder's Bread ("The big white loaf with the big red band") in pairs with three lunch bags standing at attention right behind them. We each got two sandwiches a day and one of them was usually a P,B, and J. The other was always the disturbing variable. Would it be the ever popular bologna and mayonnaise? Or the exotic olive loaf and sandwich spread? Or....shudder....the dreaded liverwurst and Cheeze Whiz.....gyeeeeck! We really looooooved THAT one. Those got dumped untouched almost without exception. What the heck is Cheeze Whiz anyway? More like some viscous polymer compound colored with Yellow #5 than a viable dairy product. I'll bet it would scare the bejesus out of a real cow. Maybe they drill for it. At any rate there has to be a whole bunch of processing associated with its manufacture. A bit more processing and they probably could make clothing or jogging shoes out of it. In fact, in serious consideration of those CW sandwiches we tossed out, logic tells me that although bread and meat have long since succumbed to the natural process of biodegradation, the "cheeze" substance (word....cheeze....using....loosely) is most likely still substantially intact, leeching out from some landfill to taint the aquifers. You know, it's probably still even edible (word....edible.....using....very loosely), once you cleaned it up a bit I suppose. And how could you ask for anything that would bring out more of the natural flavor of gooey yellow plastic than bovine organs ground up into a speadable, pink-gray paste. them's eats! But, as usual, I drift. Mom would start at one end of the "bread line" slathering and slicing lineally down the counter on her way to sandwich creation nirvana, till she reached the far end and then would work her way back flipping the tops on each, sliding them into their own waxed sandwich bag and dropping a pair into each lunch bag. I think I had a Roy Rogers lunch box for a while but quit carrying it when the ridicule became too much to bear. Eighth grade I think. Then three flicks of her practiced wrist to plop in a bag of chips, and three more to insert a Sweetie Pie for dessert (another form of plastic food with just a touch of wax for texture) and "Whallah"! Pretty much the same lunch I ate every school day for ten years or so was ready for my brothers and me to tote off to school. Don't talk to me about your school cafeteria, hot-lunch chili recipes, or how to bake those famous cinnamon rolls. I had COW-GUTS PASTE AND YELLOW PLASTIC CHEEZE FOOD, BABY! Ahhh the fifties..... Somehow on the day in question I managed to escape any obtuse "modern" lunch food and found a quite lovely tuna fish sandwich (it was probably a Friday) on my plate, sitting happily on our pumpkin-orange Formica kitchen counter. I remember the Formica color very well because I just saw it on a Brady Bunch rerun the other night in their kitchen. Now there's a home decorating endorsement that's easily ignored. So that day lunch was a quick gobbling of the three "T's": tuna, tater chips and Tang. I loved Tang. Astronauts or no astronauts I would have loved it. It was kind of a beverage parfait. You know, it started out kind of wan and diluted, like Gator Aid. Then as you drank down further it sweetened up a bit. Finally, at the bottom, it was like getting dessert. Depending on your preferred ratio of Tang-to-water, there was usually a sugary sludge clinging to the bottom that, holding that glass upside down for three or four minutes, would ooze onto your tongue. A very sweet and very tart glop of gluco-citric heaven. Suitably fueled up from our midday break, my brother and I went to our room and donned swimming suits and thongs. Mom gave us each a towel and quarter for the pool. So, suited up, cash in hand, and towels draped over our necks, we headed out into the blast furnace that was a summer afternoon in the Atomic City. I remember Mathew Broderick in the movie version of Neil Simon's "Biloxi Blues" complaining about the Mississippi summer heat. "Africa hot" I think he called it. "Tarzan couldn't take this hot," he panted. Welcome to Richland. Scorch and sizzle, fry and refry, the desert sun did its solar best to melt you into the ground. Or the car seat. But it was all we knew and for those of us who had been born and raised there, it was just the way things were. Much like the rain in Seattle, if it keeps you from being active, well, you just aren't going to do anything at all. Oblivious, my brother and I headed out to Sacramento Street, cut across the Spalding Elementary playground, headed up Williams to the Mayfair\Pennywise Drug parking lot, on to Swift (a real boulevard) and down the hill to the pool. All without breaking too much of a sweat but anxious never the less for the respite the big pool always offered. The Richland Municipal Swimming Pool, as it was known in the days before George Prout was paid homage, was a spectacle to behold. It was back then, the largest municipal swimming pool in the state or so I was told. A huge turquoise oasis ready to cool your heated brow in its watery depths. And for just fifteen cents. My brother and I handed up our quarters and received our change. I tucked my dime into a tiny pocket on the inside of my suit. I thought the little, hidden pocket was pretty cool and would have found something to put in it even if I had no change. We then took a right turn into the men's changing room. Although some seemed to relish the idea of wearing street clothes to the pool and changing into their swimming togs in that room, most of the kids I swam with felt that public nudity was something to be unexceptionally avoided, both personally and in the voyeuristic observation of others, if at all possible. The horrors of Junior High P.E. and the associated gym showers (mandatory for a grade) were unknown to us at the time and at this age it was purely an option, or not as the case may be. Kind of a no- brainer. We shed our thongs and towels alongside many, many others under a bench and proceeded to the pool area. We still had one obstacle to overcome however. I guess that they didn't trust us to be cleanly little tykes, or maybe it was just a brief but brutal rite of initiation for passage to the pool deck. But for whatever the reason, one and all were forced like sheep (it was the only way in) through an area where there were overhead showers running constantly. Showers that were, I swear, fifteen to twenty degrees colder than the temperature of the water in the pool. Hey, we were HOT! We had just walked a mile or so in conditions that would have had Captain Gallant of the French Foreign Legion crying "Mommy" in ten minutes. I think that my heart stopped, briefly, several times a season from thermal shock induced by the contrast in body temperature experienced in that narrow hallway. Oh yeah, and I was SOOOO purified once through them and out the other side. Running as fast as you can through a shower will not wash away much. And cold wet dirt is still dirt. Well, mud if you will, but whatever it was, it was going with me into the pool. But once that gauntlet was passed, the pool beckoned, laying before me, a huge vista of cool, sparkling,, the place was a ZOO! Hundreds of kids leaping, splashing, jumping, yelling, dog-paddling, and water fighting everywhere you looked. Kids on the pool deck, kids on the diving boards, kids sitting backs- to-fence, their backs soon to be covered with those cyclone fence diamonds. Laughing, screaming, even rough- housing and horseplay was at hand, signage forbidding such activities being defiantly ignored. An invisible cloud of chlorine hung over the entire area, its unmistakable aroma rising from the blue waters and invading the nostrils of the masses assembled with an acrid chemical assault. Who cared? We ran behind the ubiquitous mosquito sprayer each and every single time was dragged by a jeep down our street, happily inhaling God only knows how much DDT. Well...God and the guys from the Benton County Mosquito Control District. A little chlorine gas was nothin'. You could call it a kind of Big Pool "incense". I stood at the edge of the 3' end of the pool and pondered my entrance methodology. To ease in and gradually adjust to the water temperature or just go for it and leap? It couldn't be any worse than the glacier- fed showers that I had just endured. So I opted for the latter, took a few steps back and hit the edge of the pool deck on a dead run, leaped out into the void and, in an instant and a half, was enveloped in the dense cool water that I lived for every summer. With a loud "SCHUUUNGK", the incredibly busy din of the pool area instantly ceased, muffled for the moment by the blanket of water above. Rising from the watery depths, I broke the surface, felt my feet gain solid purchase on the pool floor and stood up. It was the 3' end of the pool after all and the water only came up to my tummy. "Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" came a completely obnoxious shrill from above. "NO RUNNING ON THE DECK!"....."YES, I'm talking to YOU!" came the bullhorned voice from above accompanied by an accusing finger pointed right at me. A lifeguard had seen my entry technique and had not appreciated it one bit. Too bad, it was some of my best stuff. By the time I could react, he was already yelling at someone else for another infraction of the rules. Lifeguards must have gone home with throbbing headaches every night, voices horse from screaming at us about every little thing. You couldn't run on the deck. You couldn't hang on the ropes that divided the three depth areas. Only one kid on the diving boards at a time. No climbing the towers and throwing cups of ice water on the lifeguards. I honestly don't know HOW we had any fun. Throughout the afternoon I worked my way progressively to the deeper areas of the pool until I eventually found myself in the 12' end. I grabbed the gutter and hoisted my drippy self up to the pool deck. This was the day I was going to finally take the plunge off of the "high dive", the three meter board. Or was it? I had actually lined up for it a couple of times before and then chickened out at the last minute. Then one day I saw what appeared to be a five year old girl fearlessly flinging herself off the end of the board and realized that I had to conquer this demon or I wouldn't be able to live with myself. When you lined up for the high dive you could climb up the ladder and wait at the top if you were next, while the kid before you defied pain and death. I stood on the top rung, fists clenched to the metal pipe. I was hoping for a minute or two to build up some nerve when the kid on the board just ran out to the end and dropped off, easy as you please. I hesitated. "Hey, kid....get going!" came an impatient voice from a rather stocky kid below me on the ladder. "Okay," I thought, "You can do this." Pretty unconvincing. Nevertheless, I managed to unlock my fingers and step up onto the high board. "Sweet Mother Of All That Is Good And Sacred is it ever HIGH up here!" Way, way higher than the absolute ceiling in Roger Smith's now famous parachuting sycamore tree from this morning. But that little girl did it. If she could....well I guess I had to. I walked slowly out to the end of the board. The pool didn't look nearly as big from up here. And the surface of the water seemed below the cloud deck. For a moment I wondered if it might actually be possible to miss the water from this altitude. "Hey, get movin'!". Chunky was getting pissed. Well, it's now or never. I closed my eyes and stepped off the end of the board. No, no swan dives or jackknifes or cut-aways. You kidding? I just pointed my toes and dropped straight down. Falling, falling, falling...."ka-WHOOOOOOSH!" and into the water. I marveled at how hard the water had suddenly gotten as I slapped through its surface. Down, down, down momentarily pummeled by water pressure until my toes touched the bottom. I opened my eyes and saw that the surface of the water was now as far above me as it had been below me when I was on the diving board. I allowed myself to gently float to the surface. "ka-BOOOOOOOM!" (I told you that this was a noisy place). The Stay-Puft kid next in line had finally run out patience and had executed a picture perfect, I-give-him-a-ten, can opener just as I broke the surface. And, just as I took a gulp of air. A blast of water filled every orifice. Eyes, ears, nose, and throat were assaulted by hydrostatic forces beyond my control. I really didn't care all that much. Choking and stinging I managed to haul myself out of the water focusing solely on the fact that I had done it. I had thrown myself with abandon upon the fates and had survived, no thanks to Rotundo-Boy and his can opener. I found an open spot on the deck and proceeded to lie out for a while, warming in the sun and basking in the glow of accomplishment. Surrounded by shivering, blue-lipped water babies I was at peace with the world and, for the time being, with myself. When I again opened my eyes I had been thoroughly baked on my back and was lying in a layer of pool-water that covered the deck. I noticed how warm the ever present puddle water was and felt the rough concrete of the pool deck poking my skin from cheek to toe. I also noticed that each and everything I looked at was now swathed in a fuzzy, blue-white haze. And we all know that eyes blurry from a chlorine pickling, puckered and wrinkling skin on the palms of your hands and berry blue lips shivering with cold even though it was ninety-eight degrees out, were the three universally recognized indicators that it was time to call it a day. I scared up my brother and headed back into the men's room. We found our towels and dried off. I took a mental assessment of my condition. My back was crispy and red, my eyes bloodshot and my ears were full of water that sloshed way down deep when I tilted my head to either side. All in all, a pretty darned successful afternoon. I truly felt that I had gotten my money's worth. But wait! I remembered that I still had a dime left and it instantly started burning a hole right through that tiny pocket on the inside of my swimming suit. There was no question as to its purpose. Tastee Freeze was calling and I was listening. You really couldn't leave the vicinity of the Big Pool without a stop at Tastee Freeze. It was established protocol. For that dime I could choose between a nice, soft vanilla or chocolate ice cream cone or they could hold it upside down and plunge it into a bowl of melted chocolate that instantly hardened upon contact with the cold ice cream to become, magically, the highly revered "dip-top". They could also dribble nuts or sprinkles and other assorted toppings to your taste but the mighty dip- top was my fave. There was a method of properly devouring a soft, dip-top. First, the chocolate shell needed to be eaten carefully yet quickly enough so that the ice cream beneath didn't have time to melt into a leaky mess. In fact, while working through the outer shell, vigilant watch had to be kept on the bottom edge next to the cone part for drippage and timely licks were in order to lap up any that managed to find its way out. Once the eating of the shell was completed, several wide licks, counter-clockwise around the sides of the cone and several more in the opposite direction quickly turned the rapidly liquefying dairy treat into a very well managed affair. A tongue-swoop over the top, around the side to the left, and again to the right, pause and repeat. Never a drip, never a mess. Once I had licked and lapped my way down till the ice cream was level with the top of the wafer cone, I would carefully chomp away the top portion until I had nibbled it down to the narrow "handle". If I had been careful enough, the ice cream that was inside the part of the cone I had just eaten was still there and the whole thing now looked just like a tiny, little ice cream cone which I would happily lick, lap and nibble till I came to the waffling at the very, very bottom of the cone. In a soft cone, this area was also always filled with the last little bit of ice cream, not so, usually with the hard stuff. A scoop couldn't jam it all the way down there. But Tastee Freeze ice cream would flow like magic and fill every crevice. I popped the last bit of the cone in my mouth and realized that it was time to hit the trail for home. We had walked down to Tastee Freeze through Columbia Playfield and I don't know why I never noticed till now but I wasn't wearing my thongs. I didn't remember wearing them down from the pool either. Funny the things that slip right by you when you are focused on ice cream. I must have left them under the bench in the men's locker room. While I may not have paid much attention to the fact that I was shoe(thong)less on the way down the hill, the minute I stepped out of the Tastee Freeze parking lot and onto the road that led to the playfield I became instantly aware of three things: 1) the road was rough and hurt my feet 2) the road was hot and burned my feet 3) I was facing a long walk home with burning and hurting feet. I reached the grass and let out an audible "Ahhhhhh." I could walk up to the top of Swift pretty much all the way on the lawn, but after that it was going to be bad. Any true Richlander realizes with great humility the ramifications of finding one's self without footwear in the summer desert. My little piggies were going to take a beating....all the way home. Sorry. I did check back with the Lost and Found "Department" at the pool but my thongs were history, in all the hubbub of the afternoon someone had....uhmmm...walked off with them. Again, sorry. Well this was just great. The surface of sidewalk and roadway reached their peak daily temperature at about this hour of the late afternoon and to make matters worse the city had been resurfacing a good many of the streets. This process consisted of a truck driving down the street oozing some form of black, molten tar all over the place and then another truck dumped loose gravel on top of it. Ironically, a dip top with nuts comes to mind. The truck that NEVER came by was a steam roller. The normal flow of daily traffic was expected to eventually embed the rock into the tar and eventually it did. But for a considerable time just the two ruts where the cars stayed centered in the road were the only finished paving. The rest of the street was a gravel quarry for weeks if not months and chipped paint jobs with little splotches of sticky, black tar decorated numerous automobiles. It was also no fun to try to walk on. Sidewalks were painful but much cooler than the black surface of the street on your feet. But walking barefoot across one of those newly graveled streets was really a test of endurance. The folks that walk across beds of live coals to demonstrate their self control or faith or lack of good sense would think twice I'm sure if they ventured out onto a newly "paved" Birch Street and immediately had hot tar and gravel affixed to the soles of their feet. I managed to stumble and tippy-toe my way back to the Mayfair Grocery parking lot which was an older pave job and covered with loose stones (ouch, ouch, owee, ouch, ouch), not as bad as the demented repaving of the roads but still very painful to a pair of scorched and battered dogs. But I gritted my teeth and with a final burst found myself inside the grocery's air- conditioned walls. The cold floor tile immediately greeted my abused feet with nearly instant relief. It felt like a little piece of one of the cooler regions of heaven and a second "Ahhhh." escaped my now very un-blue lips. After a sufficient time to cool the toes, I set out again down Williams, buzzing up into yards as much as possible. I also discovered that the white line down the middle of the street is the coolest surface, other than lawn, on which to walk. I tried that for a short distance but was really not endearing myself to those behind the wheel and was in danger of becoming a traffic statistic. So I limped and hobbled my way on the more acceptable sidewalks and crosswalks, finally arriving at Spalding playground where a huge expanse of grass carried me most of the rest of the way to Tinkle Street. Then a quick block and a half and I was back a the little X-House I called home. And just in time for Cap'n Cy too! Cable TV and cool programming from the big city, Spokane, had arrived. While taking the final few paces to the beckoning safety of my front lawn, I managed to plunk my left foot down on a vine of tack-weed that was snaking across the sidewalk and one of the goatheads buried itself in my heel. "Yeeeeeooooowww!" Those things were the worst. They could flatten bike tires and even pierce thongs. Next to honeybees, they were about the most painful thing upon which to tred. I sat down on the front lawn and plucked the offending thorn from my now fully abused foot, also picking off small bits of gravel that were glued to my sole by sticky, black tar. "Jeff, where are your thongs?" my mom asked, "And you have chocolate all over your mouth!" So okay, maybe I didn't eat that dip-top as carefully as I described. Nobody's perfect. -Jeff Curtis (69) ~ Seattle, WA ******************************************** To be continued next week.... ******************************************** ******************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/21/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hoops Report I Hoops Report II 10 Bombers today: Ralph Myrick (51), Charles Cox (56), Jay Siegel (61) Judy Willox (61), Jeff Demeyer (62), Ray Stein (64) Mike Franco (70), Peggy Roesch (71), Elizabeth Williams (85) Crystal Stahl (??) ******************************************** Hoops Report I: 1 2 3 4 Pasco 15 25 34 52 Bombers 15 23 40 57 Tierney 0, Buck 10, Jones 4, Fannin 15, Stowe 9, Kafentzis 2, Neill 11, Robbert 6 Fumble eyes admission: Andrew Fannin scored 24 points against Southridge -- I reported the total for a player from the other team -- sigh. -Richard Anderson ******************************************** Hoops Report II: 1 2 3 4 Ellensburg 11 30 42 59 Bombers 36 58 80 103 Wallace 26, House 26, Simpson 2, Stein 22, Webb 15, Smith 2, Compton 2, Ott 2, Holmes 0, Dowis 0, Toner 6, Denler 0 ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Ralph Myrick (51) Someone wondered why Jefferson Elementary School was never mentioned in any memories. I wondered, too. One good reason was that most of the kids went to Hanford. I started teaching at Jefferson in the 1968-1969 school year. I took Frank Demonay's (sp?) place. His class was already formed in the fourth grade. Mr. Wilson placed all the sta-nines of 7 and better in Mrs. Orchard's fourth grade class, then to Mrs. Swisher's fifth grade class and then to Frank's class. That is what I walked into. And, I can tell you, that was a great class. I think they taught me more than I taught them. One memory from this class that really made me proud was the time we visited the museum in the Federal Bldg. It basically dealt with nuclear ideas. The man in charge got these guys and gals together and started asking questions about the atom, etc. The answers he got back blew him away. The questions got harder and still they blew him away, and these were just 6th graders who were not supposed to know very much. The next year I went down to 5th grade taking Ted Coat's place. I also inherited the school patrol, boys that is, because Mrs. Anderson had the girls. At that time, girls could only patrol halls and not go outside to control crosswalks. The next year I inherited the girls patrol too. Girls limited to halls didn't last too long because a young lady by the name of Virginia Gutherie challenged me. She asked a simple question, "why girls couldn't go outside with the boys?" I couldn't answer her; so, the girls were assigned to go on outside duty. And, this was not a mistake because they were excellent patrol persons. Other sups were a little disappointed that I did this but they came around and found out girls were every bit as capable as their male counterparts. Don't get me wrong, the boys were great, too. We had about 10 posts. Our patrol was about 100 students. If it wasn't for the competent captains and lieutenants and a great bunch of kids, I would have had a very hard time. I really liked doing things with the kids outside. The 50 yd. dash just happened and every year we ran the race, first though sixth. Even the special-ed kids got into it and I think the whole school turned out to see them compete and cheer them on. We also had a marble shooting Compton. I showed the kids the correct way to shoot a marble and bull ring competition. The PTA sewed small sacks to hold marbles for the winners. At noon hour I used to take my belt off and chase all the kids in. They ran me to death and all of us loved it; well, at least I did. I remember the Mother's Day program we put on for our parents. Each one of the students presented an old high heeled shoe. First we crushed egg shells and glued them to the outside of the shoe, sprayed them either gold or silver, and then arranged flowers inside the shoe. The one performance I remember the most was when Seth Brown sang "For Every Drop of Rain That Falls" and all the mothers had tears in their eyes. For a fourth grader, Seth certainly had wonderful voice. In science, I was going to show the class how to make hydrogen sulfide. I did, and stunk up the whole school. Another time I was demonstrating a chemical change by making a pile of sulfur on the science table, placing a magnesium fuse into it, and lighting it. Mr. Perkins, the custodian, came running down the hall with a fire extinguisher. He thought that whole side of the building was on fire. Oh, yes, and I had Mr. Myrick's woodshed. At least, that was what the kids called it. I had a wonderful time at Jefferson and was sad to leave. Those were some of my favorite times in the classroom, thanks to the kids and the parents. -Ralph Myrick (51) ******************************************** >>From: Charles Cox (56) In reference to the drive-in that sold 10 cent hamburgers. Spent a lot of time there. Had a lot of fun. Had a lot of fun living in the biggest trailer court in the world. Went to John Ball, Chief Jo, and Col-Hi. Do not remember anything about the plane. -Charles Cox (56) ******************************************** >>From: Jay Siegel (61) Just for a change of pace. I am putting together a new page for our (1961) web site and I am looking for an annual from Carmichael for the year of 1955. If anyone has one that I may borrow, please contact me. Thank you, -Jay Siegel (61) ~ Poulsbo, WA, USA ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Bob (Mike Clowes) Carlson (54) Bob, Bob, Bob ... never will our Maren lose her hard drive, especially when it comes to our Sandstorm!! And as for how she could be refreshed -- a Spudnut? ... a moment on the lips, forever on the hips (but who cares!!); a "Grand Slam" at Denny's? ... sure to give her indigestion in her condition of distress; flowers? ... ya can't buy a durn thing with flowers; buy and they die; but, money? ... yes, yes, yes, send her the money!!! **G**!!!! To: Jim Vache (64) I can relate to your referring to the Columbia Basin News as the "Washbasin Wipe" and that they were anti- Bomber. When I got married in 1962, they called and wanted to run my wedding picture in their paper. However, they asked me NOT to submit it to the Tri-City Herald as it would be a conflict of interest. To whom, I never quite figured out, but my picture was in both papers and the CBN was furious. When the pictures did come out, it was I who was furious as the picture was all crunched down and looked like hell. And this BEFORE they knew that the picture would be in the TCH. I still have both those pics and it would be interesting to show so the readers could see just what they were all about. NOT the best paper to have ever come out, huh?!! To: Howard Kirz (60) Bite your tongue man before you are hung for treason!! *G*!! No one rules as far as the Sandstorm goes but our Queen Maren! Of course Richard didn't hack into her computer; she simply delegated the task of the Sandstorm to one of her faithful followers!! That's what kind of faithful Queen we have; one that does not want to disappoint her readers and is willing to relegate the task to keep our paper coming. I think we all can appreciate them both, huh?! Shame on you Howard!! LOL!!!!!!!!!! JK!! (just kidding, Gary-*G*) Bomber Best Cheers to All, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Jeff Demeyer (62) Hello all, I am looking for the following people, for our 40th class reunion: Marilou Hammond, Linda Hanson, Tom Harmon, Shirley Helgerson, Faye Heneghen, David Henery, Doug Hildebrant, Gerald Hooper, Leslie Lang, Freddie Lenhart, Richard Lloyd, Helen Lund, Patty McCue, Bill Maxwell, Ben Miles, Bob Mitchell, Anona Niles, Nellie O'Brien, Paul Pedersen, Carole Petterson, Jean Porter, Lloyud Potter, Linda Rawlings, Judith Schneller, Chuck Smith, Margaret Smith, Stan Smith, Chuck Stade (William Charles Ward), Judy Stewart Any information on these people would be greatly appreciated: City, State, Phone #, or e-mail address. The graduation year was 1962 from Richland (Columbia) High School. Please send replies to . Bomber cheers, -Jeff DeMeyer (62) ******************************************** >>From: Ray Stein (64) The discussion on internet jargon brings to mind an incident which concerned the e-mail address of a fellow Bomber, David Rivers (65). I correspond with David on various issues and he keeps me posted on my friend Terry Davis (Knox) and his career. One day my wife called out, "you've got an e-mail from 'Never to wed'". Now my wife has never met the good-looking and charming David Rivers, so I was not surprised that she was mistaken about his e- mail address. I explained David's affinity for good, well maintained cars; I think she was nodding her agreement when I told her his e-mail address meant "Never towed". With Bomber Pride Inside, -Ray Stein (64) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) To: Jim Blakely (67) Re: Transferring from Spalding to Jefferson grade schools You noted that around fourth grade you transferred from Spalding to Jefferson grade school and that the marble players were a lot tougher there ... that you lost most of your marbles in a short time. A couple of things come to mind: 1) I seem to remember Roger Bergdahl ('bout your class, I think) not only was really good but won some national marble competition, 2) A lot of us lost our marbles, but for me it was during my college years! Anyway, I would enjoy hearing from someone who remembers "Bergy" winning this national tournament. Maybe my older sister Barbara might know. Of course Bergy's family was better known as the proprietor of "Bergdahl's Hill", the best sledding (and any other activity requiring a hill) location in the "North End". All my best wishes to Bombers everywhere!!! -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************** >>From: Peggy Roesch Wallan (71) RE: Jeff Curtis's A DAY IN THE LIFE, Parts 1 & 2 Now, Jeff, I lived two houses down from you and Tom Woods (where you can legally stand on the corner of Cottonwood and Tinkle) ... but my life was soooo different. Okay, I was a girl (boring), and a Roesch one at that (we weren't very adventuresome). I'd love to relive those years as a boy. Well, I did have a little revenge: I grew up and became one of those George Prout token-girl lifeguards. Loved blowing that whistle on obnoxious little boys. Especially loved blowing it on my mom and dad when they came down for their evening swim. Oh, to turn back the clock! Nostalgiacally, -Peggy Roesch Wallan (71) ~ Spanaway, WA ******************************************** >>From: Elizabeth Williams (85) From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: Class of '84 and '85 Hello to all. Back then I was Elizabeth Williams. I attended Richland in '83 and '84. I hung out with Karen Pember and Kim Nolan to name a few. If you remember me please write. I would love to chat about the old days. -Elizabeth Williams (85) ******************************************** >>From: Crystal Stahl (??) From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book: To my good friends, Hey guys, how's it going? I can't believe that graduation is coming up so quickly. Just letting you know that I will definitely be there. I promise!!! I miss all you guys ... Minh, Cynthia, Barbara, Amberlee, and so many more that I don't even know!!!! I hope you guys are having a great year at Richland High and I wish I could be there. Love you all! -Crystal Stahl (??) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/22/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 Bombers and 1 Bomber Booster today: Sandra Atwater (51), Beatrice "Tris" Maberry (62), Micki Lund (63), Bonnie Timmerman (63), Joe Ford (63), Ray Stein (64), Jake Tate (66WB), Vernon Holt (Booster-47) ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) To: Ann Pearson Burrows (50) Of course, we remember Thelma. We loved her, except when she yelled at us for bringing you home after curfew! Your Buddies from the class of (51), -Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) ******************************************** >>From: Beatrice "Tris" Maberry Jacobsen (62) Re: Jeff Curtis II Dear Jeff, Your story of "A Day in the Life" was SOOOOO funny. I just smiled at the reality of all the thoughts and feelings you so perfectly described. I will not erase this one from my computer. It is worth reading again for a light moment. Thanks for taking the time to recall these wonderful memories! Sincerely, -Beatrice "Tris" Maberry Jacobsen (62) ******************************************** >>From: Micki Lund Anderson (63) I have loved reading all the nostalgic letters from my classmates. Didn't think I had anything to add, but when someone mentioned 10 cent burgers it brought back memories. In my senior year I worked at a drive-in called "Bob- ALou's". It was on the corner of Jadwin and Gillespie. I don't know how many would remember it because "Zip's" was the only place for a Bomber to be seen in town. Many interesting evenings were spent "tooling Zip's". In later years one of my daughters worked at Zip's and met her husband who was a co-worker there. But I digress ....... sorry. Raising 5 children and having 2 daughters get married 3 months apart -- with the last wedding just 5 days after Christmas -- has pretty much taken what mind I had left, as well as every last cent we could muster up. Anyway, Bob-ALou's would attempt to entice business away from Zip's with its 10 cent hamburger sales. People would come in droves and order 20 to 30 at a time. I guess they either were feeding the Camp Hanford soldiers or freezing them for later consumption. It was probably the latter because the soldiers had all gone by that time. Boy, those thawed out burgers must have been tasty! I was the unfortunate one whose job it was to cut up the onions and put them in gallon containers for those sales. I had to fill at least 3 or 4 gallon containers. The worst part was waiting on customers at the drive-in window while in the middle of it. I always wondered what customers thought when this pathetic looking girl with red tearing eyes and black make-up running down her face leaned out to take their order. One other funny thing I remember was the pizza we served. We had two choices: hamburger or sausage. The "sausage" was hamburger that had some unknown seasonings that Del would put on it while cooking it. One night someone ordered a hamburger AND a sausage pizza. I was afraid that the customer would figure out they were both hamburger so I lied and said we were out of sausage. Del said, "Why didn't you tell her we were out of hamburger; sausage is 10 cents more?" Thanks, everyone, for the memories. Richland was the BEST place to grow up and being a Bomber will always be a source of pride for me! -Micki Lund Anderson (63) ******************************************** >>From: Bonnie Timmerman Glover (63) With the thought of how I left Richland: It was very hard for me; I went to Jefferson Elementary and Chief Joseph Jr. Hi. Friends that I had from early on during childhood years; such as Laural Richards, Gale Wahlens, Kipp Quinlan; and friends from my church such as John Cooms, Frosty Berg (by the way, has your golf game improved?), Linda Belliston; and many others. My parents had an offer to move to California to work for another reactor in La Jolla. That meant nothing to me; I wanted to stay home. I had a boyfriend named Richard Flora; he was very kind and very much a gentleman. Dad packed up the '57 Mercury Turnpike Cruiser and our little Sprite sports car on the back. At least he stopped by Richard's house -- he lived on George Washington Way -- to say a one last goodbye. I thought so much of my life in Richland, and my mother said to me as we left Richland (1960), "You will come back, but it will never be the same as when you left." She was right. Life goes on. I am glad that I had the time where and when it was special. I am sure that you -- proud Bomber alumni -- know what I am thinking. -Bonnie Timmerman Glover (63) ~ Boise, Idaho ******************************************** >>From: Joe Ford (63) Richard (and Maren, working on a hard-drive repair, our thoughts are with you): Very much enjoyed the Hoops Report, particularly the Richland-Ellensburg version. If memory serves (and increasing age may dim some of the details), that particular score came in the district championship game at Eisenhower High in Yakima, about March 2, 1963. Anyone reading this who has a clearer memory, please correct any errors. There was some bad blood between Ellensburg and Richland, perhaps involving the Bomb mascot and our cheerleaders, and an earlier losing score in E-burg. So, when Bill Redmond (63) announced his intention to drive to the game, in his dad's Borgward, Buell Gammell (63) and I were eager to ride along. There may have been a fourth (and maybe I'm inventing Buell's presence). But there was no mistaking that b-ball game. Look at that first-quarter score! Art Dawald let the Bombers run, always the most entertaining style in basketball, and the well-conditioned Theartis Wallace, Ray Stein, Gary Webb, Jim House, and a combination of Pook Smith and Dave Simpson scored 4.5 points a minute in the 8-minute first quarter. The game was over after 5 minutes, really, but Art let the team run the entire 32 minutes. The house came down (Jim -- no pun) when the scoreboard showed 100 points. Theartis had a flat jumpshot that often looked like it might clang off the front rim, and yet rarely did. "Thea" was automatic, a study in athleticism and concentration, and he must have scored 10 or 12 points in the first quarter by himself, with Ray and Gary handling the ball beautifully as always, and scoring as well. Jim H rebounded very well, if my dim memory serves; put the ball back in when the Bombers occasionally missed, and was high scorer. Richland went on to State, finished third, and showed everyone what speed, skill, conditioning, and ball-handling mean on a fast break team. Very best to all. -Joe Ford (63) ~ Olympia, WA ******************************************** >>From: Ray Stein (64) Thanks for the updates on our current Bombers. Could we also get the girls' scores? I noticed you ran an old line score. Here are two old sports stories that might be of interest. Since we lost, I've shortened the play- by-play. From The Sandstorm, Friday October 19, 1945, page 3: "Atoms Disintegrated By the Blue Devils" (headline) "Last Friday evening the Richland Atoms journeyed to Walla Walla to entangle with the Walla Walla Blue Devils.... Paul Crowder ... received the ball, tucked it under his arm and made a 13 yard gain for the Atoms. Dale Gier, the Atoms halfback was seriously hurt in the first quarter. After he was take(n) to the hospital, the report was given out that he had a broken shoulder bone..... Bud Rowe from the Atoms punted. .... The last play of the game was the Atoms sleeper play. .... At the end of the game the final score was Blue Devils 21 and the Atoms 0." On the same page, only a different column, is this game report: "Pasco Bulldogs Gain Victory Over Richland Bombers" (headline) "The Pasco Bulldogs gained easy victory of the Richland Bombers. .... The Bombers again could not move. .... The second half of the game last Friday looked a little better for the Bombers. .... The Bombers held the Bulldogs well in the second half. The line was strengthened by Chuck Larrabee, Lewis Merryman, Dick McCoy, Ken Jones, Paul Crowder, Ray Hultman and Brewer. We hope the Bombers look better next Friday night against Yakima." I'll quote my source: "Wow - Same issue - same page - TWO names - in all following Sandstorms the teams and school are referred to as The Bombers. Not ONE word about the name change in the Sandstorms. Before anyone asks, there is no attribution regarding authors of articles." After hearing about "Atoms" and "Bombers", I went back and looked at the Richland Villager article (see 1/12 Alumni Sandstorm). There I noticed a comma after "Bombers". This changes the meaning of the paragraph IF the author meant the comma to disconnect "Bombers" from "Atomizers" and the rest of the paragraph. Burt Pierard, John Adkins, and I are trying to sort out the above and other references to come up with something we all agree on. If you have something to contribute, please contact one of us. We'll wrap this up in the Sandbox. With Bomber Pride Inside, -Ray Stein (64) ******************************************** >>From: Jacob L Tate (66WB) Thank you, Richard, for taking over the Sandstorm during a computer breakdown! Personally, I've found that the things break down only in time of greatest need. As one of those WBs, I've been somewhat out of touch with Richland since my family moved away from our Birch residence in 1964 -- but I have sure enjoyed reading the Sandstorm these last few weeks! Boy am I glad that my cousin told me about it! While I have been hesitant to add my two cents worth, I've enjoyed getting caught up and love the reminiscing! I've found the discussions on running behind the mosquito sprayers, flumin', "downwinders", the "Bomber or Bomb Question", and so many more awfully interesting! Many of the names of those who write in I remember. For instance, who could forget Ray Stein flying from the top of the key? Keep up the good work and thanks again! -Jake Tate (66WB) ******************************************** >>From: Vernon Holt (Booster-47) Dan Ham (72) suggests [Jan 15] that nuclear electric power plants are much safer and more economical than the earlier Chernoble and Three Mile Island plants, and are needed to meet the insatiable world appetite for energy, with California merely leading the way as usual. I agree. And spent fuel elements per se do not pose the contamination problems that the process to make weapons grade materials does. -Vernon Holt (Booster-47) ~ Mendham, NJ *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/23/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NOTES FROM THE EDITOR: I'm baaaaaack! Laptop is on it's way to the doctor and I'll know more after he examines it. If it was a virus, he'll re-format the drive and add many of my programs. If the hard drive actually crashed, they'll replace it under the warranty. Stay tuned.... In the meantime, "big" computer is set up. While I've been updating files with information saved on zip floppies, Richard Anderson (60) has been sending your Sandstorm to you - and doing a great job, too! THANK YOU, Richard!! In case anyone is wondering how Richard can do such a fantastic job on the Sandstorm (just like MEEEE *GRIN*), I gotta tell you that there's a good reason for that. He taught me how!!! Richard could see that I was doing things the hard way so he showed me how to format the Sandstorm EASILY and also showed me the slick way to get it uploaded to the website every day. Also, since May 22, 1999, when you began sending your entries to "owner-sandstorm", Richard has been there - he is the other "owner" which means that your entries are sent to BOTH of us. Pretty slick!! It's been very comforting for me to know that Richard can - and has - put out a Sandstorm at the drop of a hat. Dec. 1989 National Geographic Mystery Bomber identified! 1989 Nat'l Geographic -Maren Smyth (64) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Betty Conner (52), Mike Clowes (54), Dennis Kline (57), Mike Lewis (60), Helen Cross (62), Dick Boehning (63) and Linda Belliston (63), Leoma Coles (63), Gary Behymer (64, Greg Alley (73), ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Betty Conner Sansom (52) Re: You Know You've Lived in the Tri-Cities Too Long When... Lived Too Long... As a long-time Richlander, I can relate to this. I don't recall having seen this in the Sandstorm, and think a lot of Alumni would enjoy it if it hasn't been published already. We don't have the Richland winds in Goldendale, but we have more snow.... Thanks for your efforts in this 'best of the net' reading! We appreciate you! -Betty Conner Sansom (52) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Judy... Judy... Judy... I would have responded to yours of the 21st, inst., if only I could get this vershuginah computor to pronounce your first name in a faux Cary Grant accent. Yes, by all means, send Maren money for new and/or renewing subscriptions. However, I do not think there has been a "crashed" hard drive fund setup yet. Contrary to medical opinion, Spudnuts ARE prescribed for "crashed" hard drives, either personal on in one's laptop. Grand Slams are prescribed only if your cholesterol count is below -50. Perhaps Dick Epler ('52) could give us a more accurate accounting of the "Grand Slam" phenomenon. As to your comments about the CBN not wanting you to send wedding pictures to the TCH, I can readily believe it. And as for the quality of the picture reproduction, it is quite difficult to make decent photo copies on a mimeograph machine. Remember, these were the days before Xerox. Heck, as a little kid, I had a "printing press" that turned out better copies than the CBN did. And as to the accuracy of the CBN's reportage, they were in the same league as the National Enquirer, where they would check, re-check. and check again the truth of the matter before printing what they wanted. A prime example was from a reported who had seen "Blackboard Jungle" too many times. This peerless individual, perhaps, observed a "pushing and shouting" match in By's parking lot. By the time it had gotten to the front page, it had become a full scale (short of nuclear war) teenage riot, with hundreds dead, wounded and/or maimed for life. But then, it was those "Richland juveniles" and therefore no exaggeration was too great no matter what they did. Let's all join in a Big Bomber Cheer and perhaps it will cure Maren's hard drive problems. -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Dennis Kline (57) Kudos to Richard Anderson (60) for the Bomber basketball line scores. For those of us who have been gone for 40+ years, we still remember the excitement that Art Dawald's team generated year-after-year. It is nice to recapture some of that. Thank you Richard -Dennis Kline (57) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Lewis (60) Oh, yes, there was the movie house at Camp Hanford. It was a large building that did not have much glitter in the grit, to say the least. All covered with sand and small rocks. One time I went to a movie there where this joke was circulating (One who repeats political jokes risks political disaster but what the heck): Did you hear about the jeep that ran over the popcorn box and killed two kernels? At the time I thought it was only a play on words but when the assassinations took place later, all the obscurities around the joke began registering with reality. Even so, it has unsettling implications. Milder humor deals with television common taters. Or maybe the joke is on me, and I gotta learn my lines. Mostly what I can recall about that movie theater was that it was covered with sand and fine gravel - top, sides, and all over the landscape. Interesting times. Hm, a Google search for "Camp Hanford" and "trailers" returned only seven hits. There are about 70 for "Camp Hanford" alone. -Mike Lewis (60) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Interesting Camp Hanford Construction Camp Stats: Hanford Construction Camp Stats ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) Re: Jeff Curtis' chronicle Jeff, Your writing is wonderful. You bring back every element of growing up in Richland, especially the prominence the Pool played in our lives. (I was on swim team for 2 years, and lived near Spalding too, on Olympia, and we made that long trek down Swift and back home sometimes 3 times a day: Twice to practice and once for the open swim you so aptly described.) Hope you do keep adding to your story!! -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ~ Harrison, Indiana ******************************************** >>From: Dick and Linda Belliston Boehning (63) We just wanted to do a little grandparent braggin' and to tell our fellow Bombers that about 5 minutes before the Super Bowl begins our 11 year old Grandson, Cameron Boehning will be starring in a promo for CBS. Cameron lives in Atlanta, Georgia, and was playing in a football game when a Talent Scout asked him to go for an audition for this promo. He went and got one of the main parts. The promo is about a group of young friends who are playing football, and dreaming of playing in a Super Bowl someday. Cameron was cast for the role of Max McGee, who was a Green Bay Packer Receiver who caught the first touchdown ever in Super Bowl history back in 1967. Bart Starr was the Quarterback. This was also an amazing catch, reaching behind with one hand, while running across the middle of the field, catching the ball and running for a touchdown. The promo will show actual Super Bowl footage of the entire play and in sequence, cut back and forth from the real Max McGee to Cameron, recreating this catch and touchdown. After the end zone celebration is over, and as the kids begin to walk off into the distance, you will hear Cameron yell, "Hey Guys, the Super Bowl's on!" At this point, you will see the kids begin to run away from the camera and into the Stadium at Tampa Bay. The next thing you will see is the live broadcast of the Super Bowl. At least that's what was filmed. You never know what the final clip will turn out to be like until it's aired. It was a great experience for Cameron. He felt like a star for the day, even getting his own trailer, clothes, as well as a hefty paycheck for a day's work. One thing he found out is how long it takes to film a short promo. Cameron is the son of our son Paul and wife Suzanne Christensen Boehning who are both '85 "Bomber" Graduates. -Dick and Linda Belliston Boehning (63) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Leoma Coles (63) I have enjoyed reading all the remembrances of the great Bomber games. It does bring back a lot of memories... When we went to state and some of us stayed at the YWCA and had fun yelling out the windows at the sailors passing by! No wonder they wouldn't let us back in Seattle! I have lived many different places since then, but every time I get back to Seattle I remember those good times! Thanks for keeping those memories alive.... -Leoma Coles (63) ~ Everett, WA ******************************************** >>From: Gary Behymer (64) Re: KHSiMB Communication... PS... They advertised our R2K ------- Original Message -------- Subject: KHSiMB Communication... Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 10:12:41 -0800 From: "KHSiMB" KHS Alumni! The Kennewick High School Instrumental Music Boosters need your help! As many of you know the Kennewick High School Marching Band has been invited to march in the 2002 Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena, California. This is a tremendous honor and privilege for our music program and the community. This is a huge undertaking to raise the funds to get 200 plus band members to Pasadena. We estimate that we will need to raise in excess of $250,000 before we get there! We hope to make this not just a Kennewick effort but a Tri-Cities effort. We have plans to approach many local businesses throughout the Tri-Cities to get corporate donations, but we wanted to approach our KHS Alumni first. We are asking for any donation you can give $5, $10, $20, $100 or more. No donation is too small or too large! Please help us get these terrific Tri-City band members to Pasadena. Make checks payable to KHSIMB. All donations are tax deductible and a receipt will be sent to you, so please include your mailing address. Send donations to: KHSIMB -Rose Parade % Steve Burnett 1042 W 14th Avenue Kennewick, WA 99337 Thank you on behalf of the Kennewick High School Instrumental Music Boosters and the Marching Band students we represent! Steve Burnett KHSIMB President ------end of original message------- -Gary Behymer ~ Colfax, WA ******************************************** >>From: Greg Alley (73) To: Jim "Bo" Anderson (72WB) Who could ever forget you and Jim Bixler's contribution to the great Chief Jo and Carmichael game and what would have been if you have stayed at Bomberville. To: Ray Stein (64) Thanks for your latest entries in the Sandstorm and coming to play at this summers R2K hoop game. There has been some trivia lately on past Bomber games and a game that stands out for me is my first in the big gym against the Davis Pirates. You played against Ted Wireman (check spelling) and Lenny Allen and as I recall you guys were beaten well at Dawald gym. I have never met you and some friends that know you and or met you have told me some stories about Allen and some of his escapades at WSU. Any good memories or trivia from that game or any stories that are printable about playing against those two in high school or college. Just a Bomber fan remembering. -Greg Alley (73) ~ Live from the heart of the Atomic City *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/24/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5 Bombers sent stuff: Judy Willox (61), Pam Ehinger (67), Mary Jane Smith (70), Mike Davis (74), Jan Belew (82) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Let's give Richard a BIG Bomber thanks for delivering our paper faithfully every morning while Maren was down and a BIG welcome back to Maren!! We love ya both!! To: Bob Carlson aka Mike Clowes (54) Gee Bob, ya must have cheered loud and clear, Maren is back up and running - even if it is from her big computer. Ya got quite a set of lungs there, guy!! LOL!! Oh, and I'll give you the benefit of the doubt on the Spudnuts prescription - I know I sure can't resist them! Just had a cinnamon roll about an hour ago!! Yum, yum!! *G*! To: Mike Lewis (60) Mike, I remember that same gritty movie house out there at Hanford. I also went to a movie there and really learned to appreciate our great theater in uptown Richland after that. I saw a Brigitte Bardot movie out there and stole the poster from the movie house (well, the guy I was dating stole it for me) afterward. I have that poster to this day. Bomber Cheers and Memories, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland, WA ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) Dear Bombers: I need your help. I'm looking for Larry Hutchinson, aka "Squeaky". We were neighbors and I have some things I need to find out. But I need he's help. If any one knows his where about I'd sure love to get in touch with him. He lived on Van Giesen just off of Thayer. So, Larry, if you read this please drop me a line. My e-mail is as above. Thanks to all of you in Bomberville. This is the best! I've not heard of or seen another Alumni or School who keeps in touch with each other as we do!! Bombers Rule -Pam Ehinger (67) ~ Thorp, WA ******************************************** >>From: Mary Jane Smith Poynor (70) I usually sit back and read my way through the delightful memories you all bring forth but all of the references of John Ball school make me wonder if any of you remember having Mrs. Smith as your kindergarten teacher? Mrs. Smith (I called her Mom) would entertain us kids with memories of her "John Ball kids". I'm also wondering if anyone has plans to come north to Alaska for either the start of the Iditarod or the Special Olympic World Games? Both of these events begin the first weekend in March and I would love to hear from anyone that will be in town! I've got plans to be "on the street with all the dogs" at the start of the Iditarod - a truly awesome event! -Mary Jane Smith Poynor (70) ~ Anchorage, AK ******************************************** >>From: Mike Davis (74) Just received a couple complimentary meal tickets from Denny's from fellow Bomber Greg "Springboard" Alley (73). Apparently the plan was to give these to me at this past summer's activities, but I didn't show. I'm sorry I missed the festivities but I was at the Grand Slamathon in Dennyton. Change of subject: Greg Alley mentioned Ray Stein (64) and his days as a Cougar playing with Wierman and Allen from Davis. I have to wonder if there has ever been another major college basketball team that featured three starters from the same high school conference. Anybody have any idea? Springboard and I are waiting for the next basketball "blue chipper" to graduate from Bomberville and declare his choice of college. The two of us, still sitting on four years of eligibility, plan on following the young man to his institute of choice and match the three starters from the same high school conference. Springboard and I still have some "game" with the majority of that taking place above the rim. Watch for us soon! -Mike Davis (74) ******************************************** >>From: Jan Belew Lenkersdorfer (82) To: Ralph Myrick (51) Dear Mr. Myrick, You were my fourth grade teacher at Jefferson. The same year that Seth Brown sang that song, I don't remember the Mothers day song but I do remember Seth getting up every once in a while to sing for our classroom. Wow he was inspirational... You are a very fond memory for me as I look back at my elementary years.. I think about you often. Every once in awhile your name gets brought up when I am talking about my childhood with my three boys. Hope all is great for you and your family. You definitely impacted a lot of children. Take Care, -Jan Belew Lenkersdorfer (82) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/25/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 Bombers & 1 Bomber Booster today: Rex Davis (49), Marilyn Richey (53), Bob Clowes (54) Gloria Falls (58), Kay Lynch (60), Larry Mattingly (60) Paula Vinther (69), Mike Franco (70), Steve Piippo (70) Mike Cline (Webmaster, Bomber Boosters) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Rex Davis (49) Re: Jefferson School Ralph Myrick (51) suggested that we could reminisce a bit more about some of the schools, in particular, Jefferson. So here goes. My folks, brother Jim, and I came to Richland in February of 1945, which was in the middle of my 8th grade. In those years, all the grade schools were 1 - 8 (Jefferson, Sacy, LC and Marcus Whitman) until Carmichael was built. Someone might help me out with the name of the woman who was the principal of Jefferson during that time. [] It was a cold spring day and we thought we would sneak into the gym to play some basketball and she caught us. Scared the heck out of us.. Didn't throw us in jail, though. I might pass on the names of a few of the neighbors close by our B house at 1604 Hunt Ave. (which was diagonally across from the school). Rem and Gayle Ryals lived in the A house next door, and on the other side of that A house Sandy Woods, et al. Across the street was Janet Graham (we had a nice visit at Club 40 last fall). Just up the street were Rufe, Don, and Beth Pederson. That has been a while ago, but sometimes it seems like yesterday!! -Rex Davis (49) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) My esteemed fellow alumna, Judy Willox Hodge (61), would suggest that the volume of my modest Bomber Cheers are the soul cause of Maren's return to the editorship of this beloved "rag". Fortunately, she does not disparage the efficacy of Spudnuts as a contributing factor. Judy even goes so far as to gloat over having one. How crueller nor a serpent's tooth! Particularly for we unfortunates who happen to reside in deprived areas of this land. Granted, Maren has returned, albeit through the graces of her "big" computer. She now awaits the verdict from the "computer doctors" as to whether or not her laptop will survive. Fortunate for all of us that Maren had a "big" computer to fall back on. The only problem with "big" computers is that they are not exactly portable. We can only hope that it was a mechanical failure and not some virus that did Maren's laptop in. Think of the ramifications on that one. "Quick, Ma, the Flit! Maren's laptop has a virus!" However, I have yet to thank Richard Anderson (60) publicly for stepping in and keeping our daily "Sandstorm fix" available. Thank you, Richard. Bomber cheers to all -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ~ yearning for a Spudnut in Albany, OR ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) Re: Bomber - Pirate Basketball games in the 60s People writing about Ray Stein (64) playing against Davis Pirates and Ted Weirman, Lenny and Dave Allen, Al Carmichael etc. The game I remember so well was played in Richland. The game was a sellout and it was for the valley playoffs. Davis was a heavy favorite to win with their lineup. Richland had a good team but Davis on paper should have been the dominant team. Richland put on a show that night and pulled the upset of the year. Here was Davis rated #l in the state. When I played softball for years in Yakima for the summers, Larry Pryce (who was the coach of Davis) always used to say things about the Bombers and the fans of Richland. I really had a chance in I think it was the '63 season giving him a hard time during the summer months. Until "You beat us. Don't cry with your stories of how hard it is to get a fair called game in Richland. There is no way we should have beaten that Davis team but the Bombers just flat took it to them that night." They had to escort Orv Marcum [48-RIP] and the other official off the court as Davis fans were very upset. All five starters from Yakima went on to play college ball: Ted W., Lenny Allen, and Ray at WSU. Dave Allen played at Central and Al Carmichael played on the coast I think. That '64 graduating class of RHS had a different team as I know of three players who had a 3.5 gpa playing for Richland. All three went on to college and have very good professional careers: Ray Stein, David Dowis (who is a doctor) and Bill Compton. Down through the years that has been a pattern with the alumni from the Bombers players in all sports at RHS. We have alot of doctors, lawyers and engineers as well as other success in other professionals. There is a lot of pride in those green and gold jerseys that these guys have worn in the past. -Marilyn Richey (53) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Gloria Falls Evans (58) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Re: North Richland movie theater I was one of the fortunate ones to live in North Richland from 1946 to 1958. We did enjoy going to the movie there. It was a mess but did have some good movies there. We also had a room in the Army club house which was the old John Ball School where we had a great time. The Army was so great to us kids there. We had pool tables and juke box. We couldn't have asked for anything more. It was a wonderful life there. When it was a school, we had the best times and the best teachers anywhere. They worked their heart out for you, and we appreciated every minute of it. -Gloria Falls Evans (58) ~ Spokane, WA ******************************************** >>From: Kathleen "Kay" Lynch O'Shea (60) Re: Used Richland furniture Hi, Kids! I have two armchairs from the 40s or early 50s: still in good shape and still have the H.E.W. stamp on the bottom. (The chairs, not me.) Do we have any means of offering such treasures for sale? I combed through all the addresses I know of, to no avail. Blessings - and welcome back, Maren! Kathleen "Kay" Lynch O'Shea (60) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [See a list of G.I. furniture original cost -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) To: Mary Jane Smith Poynor (66) I spent 2 weeks in the Anchorage/Palmer/Wasilla area last August-September. Nice area and great people. I visited the Iditarod HQ and spent the morning there. No sale, but I got them to thinking about fireworks. During our discussions we played with the puppies and watched the mature dogs dragging a sled (on wheels) loaded with tourists. Judging by our conversations and the video I saw, that has got to be one very exciting event. I would really like to be there but I will be gone most of February, and we try to avoid non-business time off March through July. They did present me with one of the first official 2001 Iditarod tee shirts to come out of the box. So I will have to content myself to wear the shirt and watch it on TV news for this year (sigh). I did the State Fair in Palmer last year and will likely do it again this year (likely two displays instead of one), so perhaps I may get a chance to meet you then. If it goes as planned I will have 5 days to roam in central Alaska between shows. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ From my office, Olympia, WA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [ where it says: "Just 1 Day Left to Bid for a ride in the annual IditaRider Auction. Final bidding will be held by teleconference on Friday January 26". AND better coverage than tv, too!! -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Paula Vinther Case (69) To: Jeff Curtis (69) Jeff, I'm proud to say that I came from the same class that produced you!!! As soon as I see anything that you have written, I immediately print it out, grab a cup of coffee (or glass of wine, depending on the time of day!) and sit down for a few worthwhile moments of memories and laughter. My husband, Paul, was a '67 Pasco Bulldog (I know - sad, but true) and he loved your stories about the swimming pool and Tastee Freeze. Only the names of the streets were changed - you could have been describing his early years growing up in Pasco!! Thanks for the great memories and keep it coming!!! -Paula Vinther Case (69) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) To: Springboard Aloley (73) & Mike Davis (74) Re: Ray Stein (64), et al playing at WSU and your question concerning "three players from the same conference playing for the same major college basketball team" brings about two points: 1) That was maybe the last time WSU was referred to as a major college basketball program (sorry Ray, I could never resist a cheap shot!) 2) Check out the players from Cleveland High School's champs led by J. Oldham. I think you will find three from that school started for Seattle U when it was still a pretty good program. I can't remember all the details (Gregor will fill in the blanks) but this is the best I can do given the "rolling blackouts" of my college years!!! -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) To: Mike Davis (74) In answer to your question: Five starters from one high school attend the same college, played in the same league/conference, playing on the same team, winning the first men's NCAA basketball championship. Those five all grew up within blocks from each other and a hoop still stands on the original neighborhood pole the five played on. Those five came from Astoria, Oregon and played on the 1939 'Tall Firs' UofO Duck basketball team. A couple became All-Americans. One member of the 1939 'Tall Fir' team survives today. -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Mike Cline (RHS Bomber Booster Webmaster) Re: "Proud of the Cloud" Mugs and Mouse pads I don't know if you are still interested, but the Bomber Boosters have "Proud of the Cloud" Mugs and Mouse pads available from their site. click on Memorabilia and then on Proud of the Cloud..... Mike Cline Webmaster, RHS Bomber Boosters P.S. I don't really know the status of the shirts from the school store. It underwent New Management and I am trying to find out if they still want shirts online. If not the Mugs and mouse pad line may expand to include shirts also. *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/26/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 13 Bombers sent stuff: Dick Roberts (49), Sandra Atwater (51), Marilyn Richey (53), Gus Keeney (57), Bob Cowan (60), Patti Jones (60), Judy Willox (61), Cindy Ryan (62), Jeff DeMeyer (62), Rick Maddy (67), Betti Avant (69), Mike Franco (70), Patti Felch (87) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Richard "Dick" Roberts (49) To: Richard Anderson (60) Good job. I owe you another beer at the Uptown Tavern same as last time in '99. I couldn't believe the guy. He came out of this beat up old van, looking like his second home, lugged his equipment into the Uptown Tavern, laid it out on one of the tables and proceeded to show us all the "stuff" he could do for us. I was impressed then and even more impressed now that I know he taught everything the Sandstorm guru, Maren, knows. Thanks, buddy, you're a real Bomber Bud. -Richard "Dick" Roberts (49) ******************************************** >>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) To: Rex Davis (49) I believe the principal's name is Miss or Mrs. (not sure which) Johnson. I remember one time the boys were making a lot of noise in the rest room and she just went right in and got them under control. We thought it was really "something" for a woman to go into a boy's rest room! -Sandra Atwater Boyd (51) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Confirmation of Sandra's answer is on the Jefferson web page. -Maren] ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) To: Steve Piippo (70) You mention about the 1939 Oregon basketball team that won the NCAA tournament. I think one of them was a former Coach and teacher at RHS and named Erling Oakland. Mr. Oakland was an assistant football and basketball coach and was a teacher from about '49 thru the later '50s. Then went on to Central Washington as a administration personnel. Later he was President of Seattle Community South Campus in the late 60s. He was a great teacher and related to the students. Anybody know what happened to him or if he is still in Seattle area. -Marilyn Richey (53) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Gus Keeney (57) To: Carol Hollingsworth (55) Don't I remember you from the RHS Choir? Have you read anything about any of the Class of 55 folks? Marrie Donaldson, Elise Derricotte, Bruce Perkins, Dan Gadman, Morris Mack, to name a few. I'll always remember "Muscles'" Big smile most of the years from when I was in grade school at Marcus Whitman till I went into the Navy in Jan. '58. Bruce Perkins and I joined the Navy together. He went into Aviation Electronics and I went on to become an Aviation Electricians Mate. I ran into him in Tokyo, Japan when he came in on the Ranger. I was stationed at NAS Atsugi, Japan at the time. ( I think it was 1961) Gad, am I dating myself!!! Quitcher gigglin', Maren! To: Carol Bishop Horne (57) I Haven't heard from Neal Adams (57) Since he made Major in the Air Force. He was a "Life-er" and in their Research and Development, doing quite well, as I remember. He should be out by now. Gene maybe remembers him as Pee Wee Adams, because he was always so much smaller than the rest of us at the time. I look forward to seeing everyone at R2K. -Gus Keeney (57) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Cowan (60) To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Mike Lewis (60) Gloria Falls Evans (58) Larry Mattingly (60) I have clear memories of what you refer to as Hanford and which I called North Richland. My memory of John Ball was Quonset hut after Quonset hut joined together by a long hallway which connected all of the Quonset huts together. Living in the trailer park was an experience and I still have a clear recollection of the community bath houses and shower houses and the playground for the children that were in each block. I think the first movie I ever went to in the richland area was out at the old Richland theatre. I also remember a pond in North Richland where everyone went ice skating in the winter. We lived there for 4-5 months until housing became available in Richland and then back to Sacajawea. These memories are very clear in my mind from some 52 years ago. However, I'm not sure what I had for breakfast this morning. One last comment for Larry Mattingly (60) When you get to Alaska this coming summer I expect a telephone call from you here in Kenai. -Bob Cowan (60) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Jones (60) Welcome back Maren, even though I know you didn't leave us for a moment. Amazing how fast you created another computer. The Bomber way-fix-it now. Re: Quonset Huts Five years ago next month I moved to Browns Point, WA a small sea town on the edge of suburbia. Browns Point is west of Federal Way, across the water from Tacoma's north waterfront on Puget Sound. (Browns Point is a part of Tacoma, but when incorporated a couple of years ago we were able to boot Tacoma as our main name.) I immediately started walking around the point a few times a week, especially when my grandchildren were with me. I/we would take different ways when we walked to the beach. On so many of my walks different things would remind me of Richland. The roads, the friendly people, small shopping center, and the siren for the Fire station. On one of my walks I decided to go a different way that I hadn't been. When the road dead ended I had to go right. My dog Windy who always walks with me had taken my attention, when I looked up there sat a Quonset Hut on this small side road. I stopped and starred not believing what was before me. The Quonset Hut had a driveway, grass in the front, flowers and plants. On the right side was a porch that was built for entry into the hut. Could not believe it looked like someone lived there in the era of the 90s. Yet, in my mind I felt like I was in Bomberville fairyland. Not seeing anyone around, I stood there for a while drinking in my memories gone past of Bomberville. After that when I walked to the beach, I most always walked back home that way, always looking for someone to be outside at the hut. Finally the lady who owns the Quonset Hut was outside. I introduced myself in awe of this woman who makes her home in a Quonset Hut. She told me that she had lived there for about seventeen years. In our conversation it was just normal living to her. She seemed to have no complaints or desire to move some where else. Obviously, Quonset Huts will live on even if in memory. -Patti Jones (60) ~ Browns Point, WA ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Bob Carlson aka Mike Clowes (54) Aw Bob, I am sorry that I made you homesick and left you yearning for a spudnut. I would send you a dozen or so, but somehow I just don't think it would be the same. The next best thing I could advise you would be to just take the short trip up here and wallow in the luxury of going to our esteemed spudnut shop and relishing the taste while they are fresh!! *G*!! P.S. I have gone through Albany a million times on my way to the coast at Newport, and have actually stayed in your city when we were unable to get motel rooms at the coast. Maybe next time I come through.................... To: Gloria Falls Evans (58) Didn't mean to step on any toes, Gloria. I really wasn't disin' the theater OR North Richland. I, too, have fond memories of that area, even if I did live at the other end. I was just in your city of Spokane the 5th of the month when I went to the Starskates on Ice. Loved the show, had a good time there in Spokane and was delighted to find an Arctic Circle there. Couldn't wait 'til I could go get something to eat there. And loved the shopping there at Northtown Mall! Will have to look you up next time I come. To: All Bombers Re: Abbreviations in the Sandstorm John Northover (59) sent me an URL the other day that has a VERY big list to all the abbreviations and smiley signs that you could ask for. It is: and he also sent the warning: "Warning: File may contain material that is inappropriate for some readers (particularly younger ones) - caution and discretion is advised!" But it may shed some light to those that can't figure out what they mean when those of us that do use them put them in the Sandstorm. Happy web surfing!! To: All Bombers As I write this, the new Dupus Boomer books are now sitting at the CREHST museum in Richland and are for sale. It is a combination of the two 1940s booklets into one book. They sell for $6.95 plus tax and I already have mine and am thrilled with it. It's great to have ole' Dupus back, and I would like to thank the Donnell family from the bottom of my heart for giving him back to us!! Would also like to thank CREHST for their tenacity in pursuing Dupus and getting the job done! A BIG Bomber cheer to all involved!! If you want to check this out for yourself, log onto CREHST Museum/ and you will find the information that you need. Check out the two new videos there too. Bomber Best Cheers, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland (Bomber and Boomer Land, *G*!)` ******************************************** >>From: Cindy "Ann" Ryan (62) Bombers: I would like to alert all of you theater buffs out there about an outstanding play: "Copenhagen". It is currently playing in New York and won a Tony award last year. Werner Heisenberg, a German, and Niels Bohr, a Dane, worked on the atomic bomb before the war. In 1941 they met in Copenhagen. This meeting is the center of the play. Many have speculated that Heisenberg withheld critical information from the German atomic team. I was spellbound because we Bombers can relate to so much of the dialogue. Heisenberg says at one point, "It will take hundreds of reactors to accomplish our goal; it simply can't be done." aI saw the play in London and when I returned home my mother added some interesting facts I had never heard before. Enrico Fermi went by the code name of "Farmer" when he was at the Hanford site. My father was in the room the night Fermi took the reactor through its final working check points. When it passed the test his words were "The baby is born." Dad said it sounded more like "Da baby is born" but we will charge that to Fermi's accent. The play also went into depth as to how guilty these men felt for creating such a monster. What a treat it would have been to have taken my father to this play. We then could have gone to one of those neat English pubs and I could have gotten his perspective over a few beers. A missed opportunity. Did anyone out there have parents who would discuss this in later years or were we the only family who simply didn't talk about it? -Ann Ryan (62) [Sorry ... Cindy to most of you. I have had great fun reinventing myself even though Ann is my middle name. This way, if I decide to do some strange thing and end up on the news I can just say, "Ann who?"] PS -- March is "Colon Cancer Awareness Month". As a survivor and an active member of the American Cancer Society I urge all of you Bombers 50-and-over to be tested. Colorectal cancer is the most preventable cancer through early screening. If you have an older family member diagnosed with colorectal cancer then you need to be tested at an earlier age. Just subtract 10 years from the age diagnosed and that is your testing age. I should have been screened in my mid forties instead of waiting until I was 50. I will give you a tip, the colonoscopy is the most complete test but some doctors are reluctant to order it due to the insurance. Get your doctor off the hook and lie; just say you have symptoms -- who's to know? This is one of those lies the nuns would approve of. If you are putting this off for reasons of embarrassment then I say, "GET OVER IT!" You owe it both to your family and yourself. -Cindy "Ann" Ryan (62) ******************************************** >>From: Jeff DeMeyer (62) Re: 40th Class Reunion [in 2002] Hello all, I am looking for the following people for our 40th class reunion: Mildred Strode Drake, Suzann Tabbert, Lloyd Taylor, Sue Tomlinson Yount, Rachel Anne Turk, Carl Vance, Laurel Vlacil Murry, Mary Wamsley, Walter Webb, Linda Whitaker Kadlec, Harold White, Dave Wilson, Julie Wilson Benson, Kathy Wilson, Mike Wooten, Valeree Workman Offerman, David Wright, Yvonne Wright, Darris Yeager. Any information on these people, would be greatly appreciated. City, State, Phone #, or e-mail address. The graduation year was 1962 from Richland High School. Bomber cheers, -Jeff DeMeyer (62) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) Re: Search engines Search engines are changing fast. Mike Lewis (60) mentioned Google. Here is another really good search engine. Try "Camp Hanford" in both. In the IXQuick, about the fifth one down is a Gary B (64) hotspot. Anyway, probably just beating a dead horse here... -Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) Re: Bomber basketball I was in grade school and Jr. High when Ray Stein (64) was in his playing days. I remember as a kid going to many games on Friday and Saturday nights. It seems to me I remember hearing that Ted Wierman lived in Richland when he was in grade school before his family moved to Yakima. Can anyone confirm that? A Bomber and proud of it. -Betti Avant (69) ~ Goodland, KS ******************************************** >>From: Mike Franco (70) To: Steve Piippo (70) Yer KIDDING!!! All five of the 1939 Tall Firs came from the same neighborhood!?!?! Great trivia... I know one of those players... fill us in on the rest... is Coach really the only one left? How old is your dad? Please pass on my best. -Mike Franco (70) ******************************************** >>From: Patti Felch Walrath (87) Re: Larry Mattingly (60) trip to Alaska I moved up to Alaska soon after graduation. I have lived on the Kenai Peninsula off and on for the last 14 years. It's a beautiful place. The Iditarod is truly a great sport, and if you have the opportunity, don't pass it up. Also, the Fur Rondi is a great event, although this year I'm not sure what will happen since we've had such little snow. Take care. -Patti Felch Walrath (87) *************************************** *************************************** `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/26/01 ~ Jeff Curtis III ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >>From: Jeff Curtis (69) Continued from Saturday 1/20/01 "Jeff, where are your thongs?" my mom asked, "And you have chocolate all over your mouth!" As I stood in the living room of our three-bedroom ranch house I could feel the heavy dampness of the air belching from the swamp cooler as it chugged away, squatting precariously on the window sill. The cool, low breeze was refreshing after my long sweltering trek but always seemed just a bit too thick and pushy. Probably because air with any noticeable moisture content was a very alien sensation to those of us raised on the arid planet Dune. And unlike those wussie Freemen and their protective stillsuits, we could endure the climate for extended periods clad only in swimming suit and towel! (Author's note: That was a literary reference, or what passes for one, the author being a writer of limited experience. The referral is to a work of science fiction by the Pacific Northwest writer Frank Herbert entitled Dune. Now, so you won't have to run right out, purchase and pour over the book to understand the reference, suffice it to say that Dune, in his tale, is a very hot and very dry planet the native populace of which are known as Freemen and who wear a kind of body moisture capture-and-recycle suit to survive in it's sere wastes. Total pansies. There is more and I would love to tell you all about it but in consideration of your valuable time I suggest, if you simply must know, that you read the book.) I turned to the large mirror hanging on the wall above the piano in our living room and even from a distance I could see what elicited the comment from my mom. I bore a striking resemblance to one who is ready to take the stage in a minstrel show. Not drooling chocolate mind you, but a good, solid smudging was evident. I immediately wiped my mouth on my swimming towel which brought a "Jeff...stop that!" command from Mom. Hey, I figured that the current chlorine content of that towel would surely bleach any tough stain out as well as completely discourage any form of bacterial life from gaining a foothold until such time as it found its way into the wash. Richland wasn't Oz (or Kansas for that matter) and clicking my bare heels together and chanting "there's no place like home...there's no place like home." would not have magically transported me anywhere. No, it took a good deal of effort and suffering to get here. But I was home at last, those dues thoroughly paid. And just in time for Cap'n Cy too! As my heels cooled and eyes began to defog, I settled in for a hour or so of kickin' it in front of the tube. Cable TV and cool programming from the big city, Spokane, had arrived. I remember the day the cable guy showed up and worked his spell on our fuzzy little two channel TV set. At least I think I remember two channels, one of which was KEPR. After a short period of mysterious activity he switched on the set and a crystal clear (black and white) picture popped onto the screen. It was the skyline of a large city in the daytime. As I watched a line of gray swept at an angle from upper-left to lower right engulfing the cityscape in darkness. The title of the show appeared and a booming voice announced, "This is...... The Edge of Night." How cool! I had never seen this show before but it looked really interesting. That impression lasted for maybe five minutes. Five minutes of adult infidelity, sordid pregnancies and gossipy secrets shockingly revealed. It really sucked. But the wonderful thing about cable was that a simple click (or two or three or four...)of the dial took you to another, possibly very different program. We take all that for granted now of course, but back then it was a fairly big deal. Mom said that we'd never have cable. We'd never have color TV. We'd never have more than one set. Strike three! She was eventually wrong on all counts. I loved the Rough and Ready Show on Saturday mornings. In fact, the whole Saturday morning cartoon thing was developed back then. Rough was a dog and Ready was his side-kick cat. The cartoon was a serial and each Saturday morning they would pick up where they left off the week before (kind of like this story) in the midst of one adventure or another. They found a treasure map and for several Saturday mornings, battled a mad scientist who had invented an earth boring machine in the Superstition Mountains while searching for the legendary Lost Dutchman Mine. They captured a leprechaun and ended up in Ireland for several weeks caught up in the middle of a centuries old feud between the little people and a race of giants. And they were abducted by shiny, metallic aliens then whisked away for over two months to their home planet "Munimula" (pronounced moon-ee-moo-la) which is, of course, Aluminum spelled backwards. I loved it and kept coming back for more each week. I admit my homework may have suffered a bit but as you can see, with Rough and Ready, I was exposed to Geology, European history and Astronomy in those ongoing Saturday morning sessions. Educational TV in its infancy. Beany and Cecil (The Seasick Sea Serpent) - Oceanography, Dudley Doright of the Mounted Police - Law Enforcement, Tennessee Tuxedo (a penguin) and his pal Chumley (a walrus) - Zoology, yes the learning opportunities abounded. In later years I would get home from school each day and watch Where The Action Is, a teen rock show with Paul Revere and the Raiders and it's host Dick Clark. It was a little like MTV if you remove the psycho-nightmare element that seems to pervade most of the videos on the air today. But I guess that's just me showing my age, just as my parents, in full protest, did when I watched Where The Action Is. "Oh baby come on, let me take you where the action is.... Oh baby come on...... It's so neat to meet your baby where the action is..." Dick Clark on the other hand, has apparently been embalmed. In fact, I am certain that he too, will someday be leeching out of a landfill tainting an aquifer with my old Cheez Whiz sandwich in his hand. But when I was still single digits in age, Cap'n Cy's show was a weekday afternoon staple and he always had a bunch of Popeye cartoons as a sailor theme was in evidence throughout the show. He would always shout "cha-boon-a- GOON-ga" before launching a cartoon, for some reason that was never made clear, but it was kind of his signature. You know, like Tarzan's? So I sat there that afternoon, happily watching Popeye get the hell kicked out of him by Bluto until he somehow managed to scrape up a can of spinach, fuss with getting it open and then gulp it down. The proverbial shoe then found itself on the other foot of course, and Bluto would wind up on the receiving end of a right solid thrashing. I sat there and pondered the question as to why Popeye always had such trouble coming up with a can of the original "whoop-ass". I mean, come on. If spinach actually had that effect on you and you had an ever present enemy the size of a gorilla with a gland problem, wouldn't you keep a case of the disgusting vegetable with you at all times? Heck, I'd see if there was a way to I.V. the stuff. Popeye prevailed, Olive Oyl was saved and Bluto vanquished. My eyes cleared up a bit and my feet stopped hurting so much. "Boys, dinner." came the cry from the kitchen. An instant, dreadful tension crackled through the air like bolt of static. I mentioned that lunch in those days, in my home anyway, might be (sometimes over-generously) referred to as "iffy". Well, so it could be said of dinner for that matter. Actually, more so. Mom had a passion for contests and the two genres that she most favored were the "Tell us why you use.......... (our incredible product) in twenty- five words or less" the other being anything that had to do with taking a perfectly good entree and uhmmm, modifying it to suit her needs. Or, more accurately, to her concept of the desires of Betty Crocker or the Pillsbury Bake-Off folks. Some say that I inherited my penchant for the written word from her but as you surely can attest, dear reader, I have seldom if ever (okay, never!) written anything in twenty-five words or less. Or even close. As for the cooking contests, my dad, two brothers and myself frequently found ourselves as the proverbial guinea pigs, reluctantly taste testing her latest, moderately digestible concept of cuisine-nouveau. The Etheridges next door had some real guinea pigs. In fact, after a couple of months they had about fifty of the tribblesque creatures. I found that while they were pretty cute as individuals, they could be fairly unamusing and kind of icky in large herds. Kind of like people. I also found that, on occasion, they ate better that I did and I caught myself envying their diet from time to time. Depending on the theme of the current cook-off I would have preferred a simple head of iceberg lettuce... or just a carrot. An unaltered, raw, all-American carrot. The aroma wafting from the kitchen did little to stir up any hunger cravings. Potato Poofs or Cheese Swirl Delight (word of advice - avoid any food with the term "delight" associated with it as you would road kill) or one of the seemly endless variations of spaghetti noodles drowning in tomato sauce and fried, ground beef were all terrifying possibilities. "Okay Mom, what good old American meal have you messed up today?" I asked with completely rhetorical intent. She was not amused. In reality she hadn't been experimenting at all that evening. But the meal was still going to leave a lot to be desired as she had settled on liver and onions for the main coarse. Mom thought that I liked liver. I suppose that's because I had a finely honed denial skill in those days and could ingest it without really considering what it truly was. What it truly was... was pre-liverwurst. The old "Starving children in India...." saw was going to be buzzing tonight. My brothers and I doubted if even they would eat the stuff (it being cow and nasty and all) but offered graciously to ship ours to them if that meant we could be excused from the (pumpkin- orange) counter. Again, unamused. We eventually wore her down in pure duration and were able to leave the vicinity of the crime but sans dessert. That was okay - it was Lime Jell-O Delight (with carrots and raisins). We raced outside to catch the evening action on Tinkle Street, the street that never sleeps. Well mostly never sleeps. Okay, has stuff going on... sometimes. The sun was low in the western sky, dropping toward Badger Mountain and I appreciated even then that very little could match the wonder of a summer evening in Richland. The scorching heat that had inferno-ized the small city throughout the middle of the day had yielded to a comfortable, quiet warmth that was calm and soothing. No breeze caused even the slightest trembling in the leaves of the three huge basswoods in our front yard. The sidewalks and streets released stored up heat in a soft, warm radiance and shadows stretched long, covering all things previously brilliant in a wash of silently dimming half-tones. Nighthawks and swallows swooped and wheeled, filling up on buzzing insects (including those pesky mosquitoes who apparently had held their breath during the DDT fogging) and kids full from recent repast, be it liver or be it normal food, swarmed to the streets to close the day with whatever opportunity for fun and play presented itself. Someone on the street always seemed to come up with an interesting new diversion and then it would spread like Skippy on Wonder Bread around the block till every kid around had given whatever it was a whirl. Hula-hoops, yo yos and kites all had their turn at being the "thing" of the hour. Home-made innovations such as stilts constructed from two-by-fours, skate boards (or sidewalk surfboards as we called them then) crafted from one of your old clamp-on skates, pulled apart and nailed to each end of the underside of a piece of wood and many other clever toys came and went as the next cool thing took its place. We had admittedly short attention spans but fortune had blessed us by plopping us onto the Earth at a time when, due to several factors not the least of which was that there were just a whole friggin LOT of us, everyone seemed dedicated to one degree or another on appeasing us and appeared very intent on insuring that we were fulfilled in every aspect of our young lives. We, as I recall, did nothing to actively discourage this endeavor. And as a result, new and fun things were constantly churning though our days in an almost inexhaustible manner. I stood on my front lawn and observed, once again, Tommy Joe Woods across the street standing near the gutter of the sidewalk. He had something, a piece of cloth, dangling from his hand. He carefully rolled it up and leaned way back, his left hand and face pointing up to the sky and his right arm cocked in a throwing posture. He tossed the ball of cloth straight up into the evening sky as hard as he could, maybe 20 feet or so. As it reached the apex of its flight and began to fall, it started to unroll and something shiny dropped out of its middle. The cloth immediately filled with air and popped wide open dangling the shiny object tied to strings below it. It was a little bitty parachute! That was really cool! How did he do that? As it drifted to the ground I could easily see its construction. Tommy Joe had taken a handkerchief, tied four equal-length strings to each of its corners and then tied the other ends of the strings to two large (shiny) washers. You rolled the handkerchief into a ball then wrapped the strings around it till you wound it all up tight. Then you could rear back and heave it as hard as possible into the heavens. Sometimes the simplest things are the most fun. I immediately raced home and swiped one of my dad's nose rags, found some string and a bolt. That was all I needed. In a few minutes I too, was rolling and flinging away right next to Tommy Joe. This activity did not go unnoticed by the other fifteen to twenty kids in the immediate neighborhood. Soon the sky above Tinkle street was blooming with kerchiefs of various sizes and hues. The swallows and nighthawks continued their soaring and swooping, fairly unperturbed by the flack. We tried bigger ones, we tried longer strings. We threw two (or three) at once. We replaced the washers with one of those cap rockets; you know - it looked like a little bomb and you could slide a cap (or five) into a plate behind its nose so that when you threw it the cap popped, to create a popping (bomb) version. That's what was great about these "things" that would sweep through the neighborhood. Everyone tried their level best to come up with a new twist, a different approach that would keep it interesting and alive for as long as possible. Or until the next thing came along. Superballs. Probably still a few of those in the rain gutters. Steve Sterling (70), my backyard neighbor and a member of the Torbett Street kids was a born tinkerer. When it was innovation time, Steve was hard to best. He always had a chemistry set or an erector set or a crystal radio set.... he was a real "set" oriented kind of kid. And he was forever thinking of new and better ways to improve the "fun" status quo. He also was out on Tinkle that evening (political boundaries were meaningless to us in those days) and had observed with great interest the activities that were taking place. He just groked the physics of the whole thing. Steve figured that if a bolt or some washers or a cap bomb could pull it off, why couldn't a real kid (namely him) do it? He started rummaging around in his carport and came up with an old bed sheet. He then located some string. Unlike the washers-handkerchief design he wanted to have a traditional harness and backpack in which to house his "chute" so he scrounged around till he found a grocery box. Back in those days you were never asked for your "paper or plastic" preference at Safeway. They would just take the empty grocery boxes that had their tops razor-knifed off during shelf stocking and pile them out by the registers. The "box-boys" as they were known would grab one or two when you checked through and neatly place all your groceries in them. You would then have a couple of fifty pound boxes of food to unload at the hacienda. My lower back is glad that this is not the current methodology. But Steve came up with one of those boxes and proceeded to tie a piece of string to each of the corners on its open side. He tied the opposite ends of the string to the appropriate corners of the bed sheet. I think it was a twin. Realizing that he had to have some form of harness with which to affix the "chute" to his person, he added a couple of loops of string to the closed (bottom) side of the box. The contraption was fully complete and ready for flight testing. Now, though young, Steve was a big boy. It was easily obvious that neither I nor any of the neighbor kids would be able to fling him even an inch off the ground. Arnold Schwarzenegger could not have flung him an inch off the ground. Not to worry. He simply had to find a proper perch from which to leap and deploy. He first took a long hard look at the roof of his house but the difficulty in actually getting up there along with the inevitable thrashing from his parents discouraged him from that avenue. The picnic table in my back yard was just too low to the ground and not a sufficient test of the full capabilities of his design. But the fence that separated our back yards... yes, that was it. It was perfect. He could clamber to the top of the clothesline pole and step across to the fence top. Once there, a single step into the void, parachute fluffs open and he floats gently to the ground, undulating back and forth under the linen canopy. Mounting the fence proved to be a bit less graceful than anticipated as the donning of the box/sheet system had added a previously unanticipated degree of difficulty. The straps slid down his arms as he tried to maneuver into position and the clothesline pole swayed dangerously as Steve tried to steady himself for the step to the fence. But eventually he succeeded and was in position for the attempt. It was about at this point that I began to wonder about the ratio of Steve's weight to the strings that would be suspending him from the sheet. You know, we probably should have thought of that earlier but in all the commotion, it just slid by, under the radar. I began to feel sure that there was some twine snappage in Steve's future and mentioned it to him. But he would not be dissuaded. He had come this far, overcoming many obstacles to get here and would be darned if he wasn't going to go through with it. I have a feeling that if, at the time I mentioned the string to weight thing, he had been on the roof of his house instead of atop a six foot fence he may have paid more attention. But he was ready to go and sure enough, gone he went. Doing my part I yelled, "CUT!" and without a moment's hesitation he leaped off the fence with minimal fanfare and, as it turned out, I had worried about the string for nothing. In an instant he was on the ground in a crumpled heap and the chute was still in the box. It never occurred to us that if the combined length of the string and the sheet were actually longer that the fence was high..... well, you get the picture. Steve didn't however, and proceeded to try the leap a couple more times, all with the same result. Basically he was doing the very same thing that Roger Smith and I had been doing earlier that day while we were playing "Ripcord". It was just that we didn't bother with trying to make a functional parachute and accepted the fact that we were going to crash into the lawn and...p r e t e n d...that we were wearing chutes. Eventually Steve gave up and headed home, sheet and string trailing on the lawn behind him, finally fully deployed. I muttered something about how fortunate for him that he hadn't decided on the roof thing and headed in the opposite direction back to Tinkle Street. By this time dusk was rapidly falling and the radiant heat rising from the ground was more apparent in its contrast to the rapidly increasing darkness and the cooling night air. At that moment the streetlights above flickered to life and represented the final punctuation of the day. Parental Decree, "When the streetlights cometh on, you cometh in." Most of the kids on the block operated on this nocturnal signal and the Tinkle Street was soon vacated, one and all having headed into their respective ranch homes whose windows were now lit as families settled into their indoor evening activities. I myself had the latest issue of Mad magazine and half of a Jolly Rancher Fire Stix stashed in the underwear drawer in my bedroom (this is not as gross as it sounds as my underwear were usually not anywhere near that drawer but carefully scattered around the room). After jammying up and brushing my teeth, I proceed to nullify the potential benefits of both of those activities (jammys for sleeping and tooth brushing for oral hygiene) by pulling my blankets over my head, flicking on a flashlight and popping the hot cinnamon candy into my mouth. I proceeded to fold the magazine's back cover in three places along the dotted lines provided to see what Jaffe's transformed picture would reveal. You really have to know Mad to appreciate exactly what that means and it would take to long to explain it here. And for too little payoff. As I read the mag I licked the end of the Fire Stix into a razor-sharp blade of sugar. Those things could be dangerous and you had to pay attention to what you were doing or you could end up with a nasty lip incision. Full of spicy-hot cinnamon oil. Danger candy. The last thing I remembered was reading Spy Vs Spy and woke up the next morning to a flashlight with a dead battery, me drooling all over a Don Martin cartoon and a Fire Stix stub firmly glued to my hair. The morning summer sun had just cleared the cement gym wall at Spalding Elementary and had spanked the sidewalks on the banks of Tinkle street with a rosy heat that would, by mid afternoon, intensify to the point where tar patches in the road would melt and asphalt would squish beneath the soles of your feet. Another day had begun. Epilogue: So all in all it was just another day. Not your Dickensian best of days nor the worst of days. Just a pretty good day. It was a paradoxical day. One single day and yet many, many, many days. Nothing special happened yet everything that happened will always be special to me. It was, after all, "my" day. And as I move along in this life I realize more and more that most things we see and do and feel and touch, and those whom we encounter and those who encounter us are all special if appreciated from that perspective. You get each day only once. Meted out in individual doses to do with what you will and what you can. And like the plastic bullets from my Mattel Winchester, many will get lost in the lawn no matter how careful you are to try to hang on to them. It doesn't matter much what you have or where you are. Nor does it make a real difference if you're old, young or in-between except in the ability to capture the good that is happening while it is happening and what joy you can bring to it, if that is the path you choose to walk. I try harder these days to smell the aroma, take in the color, and feel the warmth of things that touch me each day. These things are what is real. So hopefully in my ramblings above, I have helped recapture for you a taste, a sound, a sensation, a memory that you thought you had lost or forgotten but now have rediscovered. So take this day from long ago. I don't consider it my gift to you because it wasn't "my" day after all, was it? It always was your day, you just forgot you had it. Well, now it's back. And it's yours to keep. Hey, try not to lose it again, okay? -Jeff Curtis (69) Seattle, WA Post: I would really like to thank all of you who have responded so warmly to this story. I usually get mail after a Sandstorm submittal but the responses to this rather windy entry have been very kind indeed. Folks that I haven't heard from in years have popped up and many who have never met me have taken the time to write to a total stranger. It's all very gratifying. So thank you all very much and if you don't get an individual response please accept this as my way of telling you that I'm very glad you enjoy these tales. And, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I would like to extend my warmest thanks to Maren and Richard for the effort. Yeah, pretty much for all the effort it must take to get this thing out EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE YEAR. Even God knocked off one day a week. Well, leave it to those two to raise the bar. So thank you Maren, Richard and everyone..... hey, I just had a flash! I better go write this down - see ya the next time! -Jeff Curtis (69) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/27/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11 Bombers sent stuff: Annette Bradley (51), Mike Clowes (54), Gary May (58WB), Ann Bishop (60), Sandie Romeri (60), Annette Hall (62), Jane Walker (62), Susan Baker (64), Steve Piippo (70), Debra Dawson (74WB), Kim Edgar (79) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Annette Bradley Forsythe (51) Re: Betty Conner Sansom's Piece 1/23 Betty You really had some great items in your list. We long- timers can relate to every one. But, Don and I remember you when your were a star on our North Richland UP Church basketball team, along with your sister Laree, and Margie Casebier, and others. Talk about being athletically challenged - I loved being a part of the team, but challenged I was. When I watch the girls athletic teams of today, I just laugh at our half-court type play back then. If you'd like to relive some North Richland memories send me an e-mail. Hope all is well with you. -Annette Bradley Forsythe (51) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Gus Keeney (57) Put this one in the small world dept. Although I never met him, Bruce Perkins and I served in Ranger at the same time. And who knows, I might have seen you both somewhere in Tokyo or Yokosuka. But then again, I guess not. You see, I was a "black shoe", which is diametrically opposed to being an "airdale." To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) Short of knocking over the pizza delivery guy and stealing his "hot pouch", I can see no way to bring Spudnuts to this part of the world. Guess I'll just have to wait until the weather in the Gorge clears and make a mad dash for yet another fix. If you do happen to pass this way, please give a call. There is another alum in this area, but I have forgotten her name. Maybe she will join in this conversation someday. Bomber Cheers to all -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Gary May (58WB) Re: LOOKING Does anyone know where Jim Smith, class of 58, is now a days? Would appreciate any information from anyone. Thanks in advance. -Gary May (58WB) ******************************************** >>From: Ann Bishop Myers (60) Re: 1960 Monthly Women's Lunch The monthly lunch for the 1960 Women will be held at my home on Saturday, Feb. 3, 11:30. Please RSVP to me so I know how many to plan for. If you need directions, let me know. I have a map I can e-mail to you. If you know of someone who doesn't read the Sandstorm, please let them know also. The more the merrier!! -Ann Bishop Myers (60) ~ Kennewick, WA ******************************************** >>From: Sandie Romeri Rutherford (60) To any "Bomber Babes" from the Graham, Spanaway, Yelm or McKenna area: I am looking for a ride, for myself and my wheelchair, to the luncheon held in Fife for the newly formed "Bomber Babes" group. Anyone out there that would like to check out the luncheon please contact me. Would really appreciate it. Thanks, -Sandie Romeri Rutherford (60) ******************************************** >>From: Annette Hall Bundrant (62) Re: car clubs My husband, Bob (62) and I were talking tonight, and were wondering what was the name of the car club that Jim Workman belonged to. Remember his car, not the club. Any help from you Bombers out there. Thanks -Annette Hall Bundrant (62) ******************************************** >>From: Jane Walker Hill (62) Re: Bomber Directory? The last few Sandstorm issues seem to have had quite a few entries from Alaska. I often wonder how many are up here... maybe even in the same town? It would be interesting to have someone compile a list of where Bombers are located, by state/town. Could that be done as part of a webpage sign-in? You could type in the name of your state, and a list of bombers that live there would come up... complete with graduation year and contact information. Just a thought. -Jane Walker Hill (62) ~ Juneau, AK - still no snow! ******************************************** >>From: Susan Baker Hoover (64) I just found the Sandstorm this week and am thoroughly enjoying all the articles. Today Cindy Ryan's (62) article caught my eye. Your family wasn't the only one not talking! That's the one thing that sticks out most in my mind. If my parents even thought that I might have overheard something I was told never to repeat it. When we would go on vacation, I had to tell people I met that I was from Eastern Washington or the Tri-Cities. I was never suppose to say Richland. I remember always feeling like I lived in a town that was very special for some reason and definitely not like any other town. I was born in Richland and have always lived here. I take great pride in this city and the part it has played in this country and the World. A couple of years ago, my daughter and her British husband told me that I shouldn't feel that way because of the destruction the bomb caused. My answer to that was that the "Bomb" has made power hungry leaders through out the World stop and think before pushing the button. I also look at the contributions the work at Hanford made, and will continue to do so, to Medicine and other fields of Science. This city has given us all that feeling of "family" which we probably would not have had if we had lived in another city. This feeling is so evident by the response to this website and how many of us show up for our class reunions. -Susan Baker Hoover (64) ******************************************** >>From: Steve Piippo (70) Five of the 'Tall Firs' came from Astoria. There was 'Admiral' John Dick from Eugene, Laddie Gale from Oregon, Slim Wintermute from Longview, Bob Hardy, Archie Marshak, Red McNeely, Matt Pavalunas, Ford Mullen, Porky Andrews, and the five from Astoria: Earl Sandness, Ted Sarpola, Wally Johanson, Bob Anet, and Toivo Piippo. Yes, Toivo is 82 and the last survivor. In February Astoria, Oregon H.S. is doing a Wall of Fame and he is invited for 'Flying Fisherman' basketball, football and the 1939 'Tall Firs.' West of the Rockies, Astoria H.S. has won more basketball games than any high school. Hope to attend with Toivo if he decides to go. Toivo enjoys watching his grandkids, CBC Lady Hawk basketball, Bomber football and having coffee at the local McDonalds. -Steve Piippo (70) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) To: Jeff Curtis (69) Dune (sci-fi novels by Frank Herbert) were better than the movie, but both sources are entertaining for science fiction lovers. It is a fascinating story of a desert planet, survival, treachery, and "spice," the drug of choice for the universe. Kyle McLaughlin, the star of Dune, Blue Velvet, and the weird TV series, Twin Peaks (Snoqualamie), hailed from Yakima, Washington. I worked with a woman back in the 1970s who dated his father and saw Kyle whenever he came home for a visit. He was critically acclaimed for Blue Velvet and Twin Peaks, but suffered for his appearance in Dune, which the critics slammed. Dune was a huge special effects undertaking, and I believe any deficiency cannot be attributed to the main actors. (Sting had a weird role and his "uncle" was truly awful in Dune, the movie, which strayed most abhorrently from Herbert's novels in this respect.) The video, Dune, is worth checking out if you love sci-fi or if you want to see a film produced by and starring Pacific Northwest locals. -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ******************************************** >>From: Kim Edgar Leeming (79) Re: Lived outside the RHS district, but still attended I'm curious how many of you attended Richland High even though you lived in another School Boundary line? I was suppose to attend "Hanford High School", I lived on Newcomer Street in North Richland. My neighbor and I both attended RHS. My Junior year we moved to Kennewick, I was suppose to to attend "Kamiakan High School". I commuted to Richland, bad weather and all, there was now way I was going to change Schools, my loyalty was too strong. Every year during registration, I had to fib, I listed my Grandmothers address as my own so I could attend. Bomber Cheers! -Kim Edgar Leeming (79) ~ Poulsbo, WA ******************************************** ******************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/28/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers and a Hoops report today: Bonese Collins (49), Curt Donahue (53), Marilyn Richey (53), Bill Johnson (61), Annette Hall (62), Helen Cross (62), Earl Bennett (63), Ray Fisher (63), Carol Converse (64), Charlotte Nugent (64), Patty de la Bretonne (65), Lynn Noble (72), Debra Dawson (74WB), Vivian Good (74), Jay Schreiber (79), Shelley Williams (84) ******************************************** ******************************************** Hoops Report I -- Friday 1 2 3 4 Bombers 20 34 48 74 Eisenhower 18 37 58 86 Tierney 2, Buck 32, Jones 4, Gosney 0, Fannin 5, Stowe 6, Kafentzis 2, Neill 15, Robbert 8 ---------------------------------------------------- Hoops Report II -- Saturday 1 2 3 4 Moses Lake 14 31 44 58 Bombers 18 38 48 57 Buck 20, Jones 3, Fannin 5, Kafentzis 5, Robbert 16, Tierney 8, Gosney Bombers, playing without seniors Jeff Stowe and Kevin Neill who were unavailable because of a college recruiting visit, lost a thriller when fatigue set in during the final minutes of the contest. The fatigue affected the ability of Bombers to rebound effectively, allowing the visitors to score a put-back with two seconds remaining. Bombers were unable to get off a reasonable shot from a length-of-the-court inbounds pass at the buzzer. Through three quarters, Bombers played an intense and intelligent game, avoiding fouls, and moving the ball around smartly. All in all, a terrific effort from what was, in effect, a six-man rotation. ---------------------------------------------------- Hoops Report III 1 2 3 4 Ballard 11 21 35 51 Bombers 15 26 35 40 Lansing 4, Frick 10, McKeown 4, Walton 13, Free 9, Glover 0, Brinkman 0, Coffman 0 ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Bonese Collins Turner (49) Re: Jefferson Grade School Re: Rex Davis' (49) letter Someone else has already remembered the principal's name. If I remember correctly, she was a tall, regal woman with dark hair who brooked no nonsense with anyone. Some of us either in late 7th grade or early 8th grade were transferred to Lewis and Clark grade school in the south part of town. I do remember being tormented by Ray Sadler at Jefferson and I believe our teacher's name was Mrs. Wright who was a pleasant lady. At Lewis and Clark there were a whole crew of us in a Mrs. Bradbury's class. Janet Hollenbeck, Jean Badenoch, Dawn Weeks, Rose Stewart (my neighbor), the May brothers, Charlie Osborne, & Howard Walker. Mrs. Bradbury played the piano "by ear" in a quite rollicking manner and we had a lively time there. Bob Fitzpatrick, Ken Barker, the Doctor sisters and Helen Andersoon were also down on that end of town. In August of '45 when we learned of the bomb's dropping, some younger children on Comstock St. ran out and started a parade, with a few small flags, the boys carrying toy planes and guns, romping around joyously and making a great deal of noise. -Bonese Collins Turner (49) ******************************************** >>From: Curt Donahue (53) To: Jeff Curtis (69) Jeff, What can I say? You said it it all in your epilogue. Thanks for sharing your memories with us. -Curt Donahue (53) ~ Federal Way, WA ******************************************** >>From: Marilyn Richey (53) To: Betti Avant (69) Betti, That is right. Ted W. that played for Davis did live in Richland when he was younger. I think Ray Stein (64) and Ted knew each other at that time. Ray, is that right? -Marilyn Richey (53) ~ Richland ******************************************** >>From: Bill Johnson (61) To: Annette Hall Bundrant (62) Annette, The name of the car club was "The Shifters" The plaque was about the size of a license plate, and usually mounted in the back window. It was a cast of aluminum that had a silver border and silver letters on a black back ground. On the right hand side there was a gear shift from bottom to top with a hand on the gear shift knob. To: Maren: As you can see I have attached a PIC for you to do what ever it is you do with them. You will note the words "original", right above the words "Spudnut Shop." I am making no claim that this is true or not except that the woman that ran the place was about 60 and told me that she had gotten it from her grandmother. Then again it could be just advertising hype???? This was seen in Farwell, TX just east of Clovis, NM when my brother (Richard-1955 shown) and I were on a little trip. -Bill Johnson (61) ~ Bay City, TX -Keep a song in your heart and a smile on your face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ******************************************** >>From: Annette Hall Bundrant (62) Re: Car Club Responses Gosh! I did not think I would get responses so quick. Thanks. To: Gary Twedt (62) I don't think it was the Shifters. Seem to think it had Desert something in it. Wish Workman would get in touch. To: Jay Siegel (61) Thanks for the memories. Sometimes it take a little jogging to get them to come back. Boss says I suffer from (CRS)!! To: Sandra I don't remember SCCA. I'll ask Bob. Will check in later Thanks everyone -Annette Hall Bundrant (62) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) To: Cindy "Ann" Ryan (62) Hi Cindy, Thanks for the tip on the neat play. Hope to see it soon as I can find it in these parts. What are you doing in London?? We felt so fortunate to live there '96-'99. Thanks also for the important health tip. It seems we just can't get tested enough. Hope to see you in 2002 at our 40th!! To: Jeff Curtis (69) Thanks for another wonderful retelling of how great it was to be a kid growing up in our little city. As I was a female child growing up on Olympia Street, I have different memories to think about, but the pavement was as hot and the mosquitoes were as real, and we had the DDT fog we played in also, even those of us who graduated in l962. -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ~ just west of Cincinnati, OH Harrison, IN - just across the Indiana line ******************************************** >>From: Earl Bennett (63) Earl Charles Bennett III - Gold Medal Class of '63 *Bomber Reunions Outside of Richland* Do we become more complete persons when we revitalize the memories and associations of long ago? It certainly seems so. Joe Ford, a fellow Gold Medalist of '63, and I made brief contact many months ago when I saw a note of his in the Alumni Sandstorm. One point he made was that he and his wife might be in DC for a conference, and we ought to get together. I agreed, but completely forgot. Not Joe - memory like a steel trap! When he contacted me a couple of weeks ago we arranged to meet at the Vietnam Memorial Wall, which is deeply meaningful to both of us, Joe more so than I since he served there and lost close friends in the action. While we were exchanging current descriptions so we could find each other, I recalled his superb memory as a noteworthy aspect of his persona - he was always able to cite odd bits of information relevant (or not) to whatever conversations we would have. He seemed somewhat chagrined to have his legacy prominently featuring trivia in my mind, but I consider it a positive trait, and it fits with his chosen and current profession as a Librarian and library systems consultant (did I get that right, Joe?). He recognized me instantly as my wife and I approached the Wall, though his wife had not been able to make it to this conference. Turns out Joe and Mary had lived in DC while the Wall was being built. He mentioned that the workers were patient with the onlookers, who could not keep themselves from approaching and absorbing the power emanating from the engraved stones as they were being positioned. Joe called it "vibrating," I don't know what to call it, whether it's just our emotional makeup that creates the bond to the concepts embodied in the slabs, or a genuine metaphysical phenomenon that attaches us in some way to the lives lovingly displayed and remembered. I know that I've felt it the three times I've visited, and Joe is still deeply, visibly moved though his visits number in the dozens, at least. To my knowledge I only knew one person who is named there, Mark Black, a few years younger than me and who also attended Richland Lutheran Church as I did. My wife is anxious for the WWII memorial to come to fruition, in hopes it may help in her search for her father. Since we now live in central Virginia rather than the Northern Virginia DC suburbs, my wife and I decided to make that Sunday a full day of memory enhancement by attending the church in Woodbridge where we were members for seven years until '99. Sharing the love of God with good friends is very rewarding - we affirm each other's value that way. We spent several hours with Joe, until he had to attend another meeting at the LEXIS-NEXIS Conference. We took refuge from the raw winter day in a downtown DC McDonalds, filling in the blanks of 38 years apart and dredging up all kinds of memories - my wife noted that our memories seemed to be heavily focused on the girls we knew, which I attribute to the hormonal imbalances of youth and the lifelong vividness of memories made at that age. Joe promised to remember me to the other Bombers of mutual acquaintance in the Olympia area who get together occasionally - he named several, but the only one I recall tonight is Ellen Weihermiller (?sp?) - I'll hold you to that, Joe. I know I've exchanged emails with several other Bombers in the MD-VA-DC area, but haven't set up meetings like that. I did provide a dozen spudnuts from the Spudnut Shop in Charlottesville, where I work, to a younger former Bomber lady named Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) over in Fredericksburg (in exchange for which she baked me a fabulous, huge blackberry/apple/raspberry pie from handpicked berries!), but didn't meet her - passed it through her son working at a restaurant on my way to a class. Get together whenever you can, Folks, it feels good and is really worth the effort. I'd like to run into a few more memories when I come to Richland to visit Mom later this year, and hopefully introduce my wife to Sonja and Merle Harmon over Whidbey Island - she was so influential in my education and career development. God bless you all. Regards, ecb3 -Earl Bennett (63) ******************************************** >>From: Ray Fisher (63) Re: Rosalie Meyer and I ran into Rosalie and her husband last Friday evening at a local restaurant. Guess what gang? The "chair" is gone! She said they rolled it into a back room around the first of the year and its been there ever since. She is feeling much better and looks just great. When she looks at her husband and you see those sparkles in her eyes... well... that just kinda says it all. Just wanted to share the good news, -Ray Fisher (63) ~ Kennewick, WA ******************************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) To: Jeff Curtis (69) I want to thank you for your 3 articles that you have written. They were so very good!! I was brought back to that time in my life when things were so much simpler. I look forward to the next time that you inspire us with another article. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ******************************************** >>From: Charlotte Nugent Hardy (64) To: Susan Baker Hoover (64) It has been so long since we graduated and I used to see you every day. I enjoyed your entry. The people I have met since leaving Richland and particularly in the last 20 years generally feel that without the dropping of the atomic bomb that many Japanese and American lives would have been lost due to the anticipated length of the war and the dedication both sides had to winning. I am sure this has been mentioned many times in the Sandstorm, but I seem to only have time to skim it on a daily basis. I know I miss out on a lot of interesting thoughts by not reading it thoroughly, but I do at least take the time to check out all the '64 messages. My son, wife and two children are now living in Richland. It is so ironic that they should have settled there. He had not been there since he was two years old. Who knows... I might have grandchildren some day that will say they are Bombers. Re: Umatilla bunkers Has anyone heard about the bunkers around Umatilla that have chemical weapons stored from the 40s or 50s that are now leaking. I saw a documentary on that but never heard if the government has been aggressive in solving the problem. It was kind of a "doomsday" selection that talked about the destruction if "something went wrong". I need to get my money off to Maren so will get an envelope out and do that this weekend. There is going to be a DNA molecular genealogy conference here this afternoon so I will either get the money off today or Monday. I appreciate all the time and effort put into making sure we get the Sandstorm on a daily basis. Thank you. -Charlotte Nugent Hardy (64) ******************************************** >>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65) Re: Colonoscopy. The actual procedure is a piece of cake! Don't be afraid. or embarrassed. -Patty de la Bretonne (65) ~ Seattle, WA ******************************************** >>From: Lynn Noble Paden (72) How 'bout those hairdos that we used to don (and some still do -- Bill Gates comes to mind) during the fifties and sixties. Girls changed their hairdos as often as they changed their socks it seemed, although bangs and straight hair - with maybe a flip at the end - seem to be the "do" that transcended the two decades. I managed, with lots of hair spray, the classic bun on top of my head in sixth grade hoping it made me look a little older... But it was more dramatic for the guys -- sporting crewcuts set with butchwax during the fifties and in early sixties, they let their hair grow ("long beautiful hair") toward the end of the decade. Mid sixties found them in vogue Beatle cuts (although some looked as though they'd been to Moe Howard's House of Hair) coifing their bangs with a slight curve. At Christ the King the nuns seemed to roll with the times but would also insist upon their grooming standards when they noticed the boys' hair touching their shirt collars. Today, it's fun to see that many of the hair styles of the fifties and sixties are back -- albeit with a little more color or spikes. And, I am happy to report that at age 46, I no longer have the need to age myself with a bun. -Lynn Noble Paden (72) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) Well this is interesting. I'm now using AT&T Worldnet as an ISP. When I read this Sandstorm, a message popped up: "Disorders of Thyroid Gland click here." Is somebody watching us?? -Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB) ******************************************** >>From: Vivian Good Rogalsky (74) Re: Living outside the boundaries To: Kim Edgar Leeming (79) I too bucked the system. My mother re-married in the summer of 1972 and her new spouse resided in Kennewick, 1 block from Kamiakan. My "new" step-sister was a year older than I was and a cheerleader there. There was no way I was going to switch schools. The step-sis had to drive me to drivers ed the summer of '72 till I got my license. To say the least, that went over real big. My junior and senior year I listed my address at my friend Kathy Praino's house. Thought I was really putting one over on the system. But in the end it was all worth it. I was a loyal Bomber then and always will be. (My daughter is now a junior at RHS). -Vivian Good Rogalsky (74) ******************************************** >>From: Jay Schreiber (79) Re: Debra Dawson (74WB) 1/27 The Sci-Fi channel just showed a remake of the Dune movie; it was re-made taking up six hours of TV time (so adjust for commercials). They showed it over 3 days and I would have to say it was a much better representation of the book than the original, although it may not have had the NW connection. If anyone out there is a likes sci-fi and was disappointed in the original movie, I would recommend the new version. Not sure when they will get it out for rental or purchase. -Jay Schreiber (79) ~ Indianapolis, IN ******************************************** >>From: Shelley Williams Robillard (84) Re: outside boundaries Kim Edgar Leeming (79) asked how many others fudged on their eligibility to go to RHS. The summer between my junior and senior years, my family moved to the house they had been building in our vineyards in Benton City. There was absolutely NO WAY I was moving to Ki-Be for my senior year! I honestly don't remember how we got around the question of residency, I think we just never told them we moved. And here I thought I was the only one who ever did this. -Shelley Williams Robillard (84) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/29/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 Bombers sent stuff: Mike Clowes (54), Larry Mattingly (60), Richard Anderson (60), Janie O'Neal (65), Betti Avant (69), Kelvin Soldat (71), Debra Dawson (74WB), Carol Barnard (76), Teri Haffner (86) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Patty de la Bretonne (65) A piece of cake? Here, all along I thought it was a "pain in the ..." Necessary, but a pain nonetheless. We may joke somewhat about these things, more like "gallows humor" than anything else. But such diseases are scary, and the earlier one finds out about them, the better. Just wonder how many cases of skin cancer developed from baking all day by the swimming pool? Perhaps we were just lucky to have been able to bake in the sun BEFORE the ozone layer got a big hole in it. Or at least before some scientific type discovered that laboratory rats got skin cancer from being exposed to the human equivalent of fourhundredmillion hours of exposure to direct sunlight. I sometimes think being a lab rat can cause cancer. -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) To: Charlotte Nugent Hardy (64) The US military stocks of chemical weapons including nerve gas are presently residing in 3-4 places around the world. Umatilla Ordinance Depot is one of the largest of them. There is an island in the South Pacific, a depose in the Eastern US and I think there may be one other site. Remember the signs on the Hanford highway "If you see these lights flashing, turn around and go back" or something to that effect? Well they have them all around the Umatilla Depot. These stocks consist of artillery shells, bombs and other unspecified weapons. Rumor has it that there periodically have been a few very small leaks. The last I heard, the plan is to not move them but to burn them in a special mega-million $ incinerator right on each site. A lot of folks don't like the plan but "experts" say the risk of an incident during moving them through public areas would just be too much. I believe the construction on the incinerator is supposed to start this year. It is pretty complicated. I saw a diagram a couple of years back. Air tight containers in air tight trucks move the weapons to special cells in a remote operated facility. The warheads will be remotely opened and the chemical material fed into a series of very high temperature burner and re-burner assemblies. Considering the explosive "bursting/scattering" charge and the detonators involved I suspect it will be a delicate operation. Drawing from my experiences working with bomb squad techs over the years, I have no envy for those who have to operate that incinerator. Actually I have confidence in the engineering, I just wouldn't be comfortable working there. The older I get the less desire I have for hazardous adventures. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Tacoma, WA ******************************************** >>From: Richard Anderson (60) Re: View from (behind) the Bench Today's observation: "Why there are referees at high school hoops." Well, you've plunked down your four bucks to get into Dawald Gym -- plenty early so you can check out the JV game, and the 9th grade or sophomore game in the old gym - - and you make your way to your customary spot in the stands: four or five rows up behind Bombers' bench, about even with the free throw line. There's about half an hour from the end of the JV game until the start of the main event so, while sort of watching the two teams do their pre-game thing, you wonder about ...... what do the refs do? Really, why are they there? The kids don't really need them; well, it *is* nice to have somebody around to sort out whether it is a one-and-one or two shots, but all things considered .... The two ill-paid referees are there to entertain you! Generally they do this by playing straight-man to the comedians ...... the two teams' coaches. They employ two techniques: "the questionable call" which is guaranteed to get the coach of the offending team to barking a bit; and the *genuine* provocation, "the profound silence", which leads one of the coaches to perform what I call "The Helicopter". Coaches learn "the helicopter" early in their career. It consists of performing the (really amazing) feat of rising straight up from a seated position, rotating 360 degrees once or twice (or thrice if a veteran coach), all the while bellowing like a bull elk in rut. All this because some ill-paid referee did absolutely nothing! Our coach *thinks* that the ill-paid referee really and truly ought to have done something. Two illustrations from the recent contest between Bombers and Moses Lake: i) A Bomber advances (rapidly) towards basket with intention of placing basketball into hoop. Opponent performs reasonable example of mugging. Ball rolls out of bounds. Ball awarded to opponent. Result: "Helicopter" (with garment cluster). Coach Streufert gets a "garment cluster" for this one for a great removal-of-suit-jacket while in mid-pirouette and throwing same beneath his chair. Great stuff! All because the referee did absolutely nothing! ii) Our spiffy sophomore guard John Tierney dribbles the ball towards the sideline and, collecting a crowd of opponents, stops, pivots a bit this way and that, and, finding no immediate succor from a teammate to pass the ball to ...... resumes dribbling the ball! Not six feet from Coach Mayo of Moses Lake! Benign silence from the referee's whistle (it was a clear double dribble) and ...... "helicopter"! No garment cluster though; Coach Mayo had the sense not to wear a jacket. i followup) After a decent interval, Coach Streufert retrieved his suit jacket from underneath his chair, smoothed its wrinkles, and continued to listen for the next "Silence of the Referees". (I do not know the fate of the Bomber end-of-the-bencher who was seen to smirk, if not outright guffaw, over the throwing of the jacket.) Anyway, that's why they hire two ill-paid referees for each high school hoops -- they are there to entertain you, folks. -Richard Anderson (60) ******************************************** >>From: Janie 0'Neal Janssen (65) Re: Hi! Just wanted to say Hi to Myrna Willard (not her maiden name). Can you believe two Bomber alumni ended up in Newberg, Oregon. -Janie 0'Neal Janssen (65) ******************************************** >>From: Betti Avant (69) Re: Jeff Curtis' (69) story I am proud to say I knew Jeff Curtis in grade school. In fact, we were in kindergarten together and the rest of Jason Lee classes he was in my twin brother's classes. (Robert) When his first installment came, I wrote and said it was snowing here (we got 6") and now yesterday with the last one it snowed again (I haven't heard an amount but probably another 6"). It so reminded me of my summer days. My brothers and I had season passes to the pool and used them almost every day. The only difference when we got to be a little older, the neighborhood kids and us would hop on our bikes and ride to the pool. The worst part was after an exhausting time of swimming, then we had to get our bikes back up the hill. I usually ended up pushing mine. Such were the "good times". -Betti Avant (69) ~ Goodland, KS ******************************************** >>From: Kelvin Soldat (71) Jeff Curtis for President!!!!!!! -Kelvin Soldat (71) ******************************************** >>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74) Re: Umatilla chemical waste dump I lived and taught in Hermiston, Oregon, which is just east of the Umatilla chemical weapons storage site, from 1996 to 1998. A special closed-circulation air system was installed in all of the Hermiston school gyms, which is intended to shelter people (students and teachers anyway) in the event of disaster. This was being accomplished during my two years there, at the same time as the incinerator was being constructed at the storage site. 60 Minutes interviewed some of my students at Armand Larive Middle School in 1996 or '97, and aired a rather scary report on the whole situation. My daughter, also a student at this school, was frightened by the prospect of disaster and hated the drills we had to go through even more than I hated the bomb drills we suffered through in the 60s. About the time we moved back to Cheney, the incinerator was put into operation. It is designed to burn all of the waste buried in the sands north of Umatilla. And there is a LOT of waste. I can't remember the figures now, but VH7 (?) the green chemical featured in the Sean Connery movie, The Rock, is there in massive quantity. Tons. And one-tenth of one drop anywhere on your skin is a deadly dose. There is mustard gas from WWI, which seems pretty tame in comparison, and I don't know what all. Hopefully, most of it is gone by now. The trick with incinerating the waste was in designing scrubbers that would absolutely prevent these toxins from going out the stack, drifting downwind, and killing people. Also of concern was the volatility of chemicals stored underground for years, perhaps mixing with other elements leaching in, perhaps erupting noxious gases before it could be delivered to the big oven. Then there are the disaster-movie possibilities of terrorism, trucks careening out of control, and planes crashing into a load of VH7. The scariest alternative, however, was to just leave the stuff sitting there and hope for the best. It's been a couple of years now, and the cleanup project appears to be proceeding without disaster. The incinerator is apparently doing its job, not letting any bad stuff get past the smoke stack. In the event of disaster, surrounding communities have facilities, equipment, and foreknowledge for survival. I don't know what the timetable is for the cleanup, but I know there is at least one Bomber working there. There must be many others who have more knowledge than I about this subject; perhaps they'll respond. -Debra Dawson Fogler (74) ~ Cheney, WA ******************************************** >>From: Carol Barnard (76) I was thumbing through my Feb 2001 Smart Money magazine and I turned the page and who's face did I see but our very own Brad Upton (74)... with a big cheezy grin. Check it out... page 120. -Carol Barnard (76) ******************************************** >>From: Teri Haffner Bartol (86) Re: Boundaries A number of you talked about fudging on where you lived in order to keep attending RHS... I just told (made a passionate request that) my folks buy a house that would keep me in the Chief Jo and RHS boundaries. I knew that I did NOT want to go to Hanford under any circumstances! We had been living in the Manor House Apartments on the corner of GWWay and Van Giesen through my sixth grade year at Jefferson when they finally started house hunting... and even though half my friends were going to be attending Hanford Middle School, I did not want to be there... they didn't argue with me too much about my "small" request and were able to fulfill it. As a side note, I was in the last freshman class to go through Chief Jo... especially as a Warrior. Both of my younger brothers attended Carmichael... and Chief Jo was only a block from our house! -Teri Haffner Bartol (86) ~ Richland *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/30/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 Bombers sent stuff: Paul Ratsch (58), Larry Mattingly (60), Rose Boswell (61), Carol Converse (64), Jerry Spears (64), Rick Maddy (67), Joe Larg (68) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Paul Ratsch (58) Re: Backwater Just the other day (Sunday the 28th to be exact) I was driving along the Columbia River by Priest Rapids dam & Wanapum dam. If the snow pack is so low this year, why is there more water than I have ever seen backed up behind Wanapum dam?... anybody... -Paul W. Ratsch (58) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) To: Debra Dawson Folger (74WB) I may have to stand corrected on the incinerator. I was told about a year ago that the structure under construction West of town was a natural gas-fired power generation station. A friend that lives in Bordman also said that the incinerator construction had not started yet. There are a couple of Sandstorm readers that live in the Hermiston area. Can you shed some light on this? All of this aside, I can imagine the concerns of living near the depot. I can vividly remember childhood terrors of living near Hanford. That was a double threat.. if it doesn't "blow-up" the Russians may bomb us. "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Tacoma, WA ******************************************** >>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61) For the people that were inquiring about the Pedraza family of West Richland. I just had a call from a relative at work and asked if he was related. He said yes and that Isreal is working at Granny's in Columbia Center. He retired from the military, I think he said. It was quite a while ago that were talking about him. -Rose Boswell Smith (61) ******************************************** >>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64) To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) Very interesting question about how many ended up with skin cancer from being out in the sun as much as all of us were in our growing up years in Richland. I was diagnosed around 11 years or so ago with "pre- skin" cancer. I spent 2 years having those spots on my face frozen. Went to the doctor every 4-6 weeks those 2 years. I'll tell you what, I quit laying out in the sun to get a suntan real fast. After we moved to Wenatchee, I only had to go to the doctor a couple times. I still have a couple places that itch once in a while. I just put some special cream on it and seems to take care of it. Being down here in foggy Eureka, Ca now helps. I'm an avid gardener and am out in the garden alot and always seem to be facing the sun. Go figure. -Carol Converse Maurer (64) ~ Eureka, CA ******************************************** >>From: Jerry Spears (64) To: Richard Anderson (60) After reading your article (and I must admit, laughing quite a bit) I just simply had to respond. First of all, $4 to $5 bucks to laugh at the refs is pretty cheap entertainment. Right? Actually, we come to support our teams and hope to have a great time talking with other fans about this year's team, teams of the past, and who knows what else. I've been a player, coach and referee - and as with everything there are many factors in play on every decision, or non-decision. One thing I know for sure, when one team is playing badly, it isn't everyone else's fault. As to why refs are needed, how many people could make these few calls correctly? 1. Player A, who is inbounding the ball reaches through the sideline and is tied up by a member of team B... What do you call? Who gets the ball? 2. Player B reaches through the endline before Player A throws the ball inbounds 3. Player B hits the ball in A's hands when player A is out of bounds prepared to throw the ball in? 4. Player B hits player A - who is out of bounds before the ball is thrown in? 5. Player A, while dribbling, falls to the floor after contacting player B, and still continues with the dribble and gets up to drive to the hoop? 6. Player A jumps high into the air (straight up) to check a shot and makes contact with player B? 7. Player B plays the man instead of the ball and creams Player A "in flight" knocking him/her down in the process? 8. A jump ball to start the game is caught by one of the jumpers instead of tipped, or is tipped and caught by the same jumper. Who gets the ball? Who gets the arrow? As a previous coach, I am well versed in the high jump, but couldn't perfect the helicopter move. Had trouble with the swing and fox trot too? tsk. tsk. Quite often, coaches and fans have a direct view to the "scene of the crime" however, they probably don't have the view of a referee if he/she is in position. Not only that, they don't have the backside view that refs often have, but not always - due to the mechanics of positioning and off ball responsibilities. Please remember that coaches are under tremendous pressure and have an enormous responsibility with their teams. Like referees, the lion's share are very decent to referees and supportive, not to mention Grrrrrrrrrrrreat role models. Because nothing is perfect, calls will be missed and quite often ignored, because the stars of the game are the kids! Over officiating is seldom required and kids adjust to the calls. Consistency is the key. Easier said than done, because the game may change pace suddenly, i.e. The team that pressed in the first half doesn't in the second half. OR one team is shooting a bizzillion percent! If the other team isn't playing defense, they aren't going to have too many fouls. Refs and coaches also work together quite often to do preventative things to help the kids keep focused and not go ballistic. A few words or a quick sit on the bench can often diffuse a situation that has seriousness painted all over it. Sometimes there is a fine line between excitement and anger. As to your points about the lack of, or incorrect calls, I would guess that you could easily be right... Two refs trying to make sense out of twenty legs, twenty arms, and under the scrutiny of possibly hundreds or thousands - like us in the stands???? The refs are like traffic cops - they are trying to manage the game as best they can. Also, they (I believe) are very capable. They have been assigned by the secretary only after getting a high rating from the very coaches that are doing the buggie on the sidelines! (p.s. - I did the buggie pretty well). As a coach, I was glad they were there, even when I disagreed with them. What the Officials need most of all? More interested folks to help them do their job. Are you up to it? I guarantee it will change your perspective overnight. It's also very rewarding - 90 percent of the folks thank you for the service and BEST OF ALL... You don't have to pay to get the best seats in the house!!! Peace. -Jerry Spears (64) ******************************************** >>From: Rick Maddy (67) Re: Larry Mattingly (60) "Drawing from my experiences working with bomb squad techs over the years, I have no envy for those who have to operate that incinerator... I just wouldn't be comfortable working there. The older I get the less desire I have for hazardous adventures." I dont know what makes you guys tick, Larry, but I can only tell you that your R2K light show was extraordinarily beautiful and up close and personal. I dont think there is one of us that do not realize the downside of what you love doing. Speaking of ammo dumps and the folks that clean it up: The USofA is cleaning up the island of Kaho'olawe presently. I do not see how they will ever get this job finished. The island was an impact area for almost half a century for the Navy and our allies... and who knows who else. An acquaintance, Jim, is one of the people trying to clean this island up from unexploded ordinance. He flies over there from Maui every morning in a large Sikorsky chopper and back home in the evening. Jim was in the Canadian Army for fourteen years jerking booby traps and bombs out of the ground until he realized he could make more money doing this job as a civilian. Jim has been all over the world performing this job. I am sure there are others in here that know all about this job. He could be in Vietnam right now doing this, but Kahoolawe is safer (whatever that means) and he has two children back home. Jim has the correct amount of ego for this job and would be the first to tell you how good he is at doing it. He has seen a few mistakes made by coworkers over the years. The last one was in Yugoslavia. Nevertheless, Jim has tattoos on all four limbs. One of the more interesting ones is a snake that runs from the top of his thigh and curls around his leg to the lower calf. He says he just wants to make sure the correct limbs get into the right bag. This is not uncommon for these guys. By the way, on Wednesday at noon they are going to blow a 2000 pounder that we should easily hear from Big Beach (Makena). -Rick Maddy (67) ******************************************** >>From: Joe Larg (68) To: Jeff Curtis (69) Dear Jeff. Thanks again for putting real pressure on those synapses straining just to remember my name from day-to- day - what wonderful memories are rekindled. Did you ever meet a kid by the name of "Dion Sanders" that grew up in the 1000 block of Birch Street? He and I played together from when I was about 8 years old clear on to Junior High (if memory serves). Anyway, I met him again, years ago when I was living in Tonopah, Nevada. He was the husband of a lady who I used to sing duets with at the Tonopah Baptist Church. Both of us were flabbergasted - boy-what-a-small-world, type thing. The one thing he [Dion Sanders] mentioned to me was "Remember when we used to make dams in the gutters along Richmond and then flood them with water..." We wanted to make our own swimming pool, you know. One of our dams actually extended about to the center line - boy what a flood that made. Cars were swooshing through the water (early versions of Rooster Tails), running into our carefully-made dams -some of which even flooded the sidewalk. We'd have kids ride their bikes through the ponds, much to our chagrin, setting up mini-rooster tails. We even tried to float on boards - please read about Steve Sterling in your previous installment to your best-seller. The effect was about the same (fortunately, though, not from the same dizzying height). All that we would produce is getting our stomachs wet, which all-in-all went a long way to curbing the "basted barbecued ribs" feeling you endured as a child growing up in a Richland Heat Wave. Oh, by-the-way, the other station's call letters were KTRX (I'm KKK Kenny, from KKK Korten's). I wasn't aware that "cha-boon-a->GOON-ga" was what Popeye was even saying! Did you ever have Mrs. Birdsong (Mrs. Dodds as a teacher?) She once shared a little tid- bit of information about the longest word in the world (that is until this German Fellow decided to have his last name permanently changed to a historical (but dubious) event in his family history involving aliens and "iridium". It went something like - "Wolfschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorf. . ." and that's all I can remember - it went on for about 2 pages). She mentioned about a lake in either Wisconsin or Michigan or wherever, that was called: Chargogagogmanchogagogcharbunagungamog - Lake. The sign would have to be painted on a 4 x 8 sheet of plywood! I would imagine that's where Popeye got his "Cha-Boon-a" whatever from. OK, Elizabeth, say this 5 times really fast -"Char - gog - a - gog - man - chog - a - gog - char - bunna - gun -ga - mog" - PANT!!!! Let us now pick up our tongues off the floor and go on to our next assignment - Dentistry with a slow, dull drill! Well, Talk to you Later, Curt! Tijuana Brass (and Bombers) - Forever! -Joe Larg (68) *************************************** *************************************** That's it for today. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` ******************************************** Alumni Sandstorm ~ 01/31/01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 16 Bombers and a hoops report today: Doris Palmer (49), Mike Clowes (54), Myrna Branum (57) Sharon Panther (57), Larry Mattingly (60), Richard Anderson (60) Judy Willox (61), Helen Cross (62), Peg Sheeran (63) Lamont Worden (65), Jake Tate (66WB), Pam Ehinger (67) Larry Stone (71), Laurie Hutton (72), Treg Owings (76) Kathy Snowhite (89) ******************************************** ******************************************** >>From: Doris Palmer (49) To: Bonese Collins Turner (49) Just a short note to Bonese. Love to hear all of the memories of our glory days. Although I did not go to Lewis and Clark did know most of the kids from there. Still keep in contact with Jeanne Badenock Young, she was widowed in 2000 and is living in California. Wish she would get a computer so we could all talk more often. Would love to see some of your paintings, maybe someday when we are traveling we will get by to see them. -Doris Palmer (49) ******************************************** >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) To: Paul Ratsch (58) The reason for all the water behind the dams is that later this spring they will siphon it out, filter out all the old salmon scales, bottle it and sell it to California as "Wanapum Pure" or something of that sort. Remember, them poor folk down there are being deprived of our electricity, so we gotta do something to help them out. To: Carol Converse Maurer (64) I have a friend who is a retired dermatologist, and he has looked at me and said I have a non cancerous lump on my face which should be removed. Since it is benign, and I don't really like pain all that much, it is still there. Probably as a reminder of all the "fun in the sun" I had in my youth. I am glad to hear that you don't have to go to the doctor so much any more. And don't worry, facing toward the sun (even behind the clouds) in Eureka is a natural thing. Don't they have fewer sunshine days there than in Seattle? Bomber Cheers to all and hisses to "Zebras" who can't make good calls. -Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ~ in cloudy Albany, OR ******************************************** >>From: Myrna Branum Willard (57) To: Janie O'Neal Janssen (65) What a surprise to meet you here in the Sandstorm. We'll have to get together some time and do our nails or color each other's hair. That would be fun. -Myrna Branum Willard (57) ******************************************** >>From: Sharon Panther Taff (57) Re: The Pedraza family Yes, Israel (our family called him Izzy when he ran around with my brother Don) is the cook at Country Buffet. At least he was a few months ago when he came out and talked with my grandson and I. He had a restaurant at Vantage for many years. Pappa Joe Pedraza lives in the TriCities and sometimes attends our church with one of his daughters. Ofelia Pedraza Bowls lives in Richland with husband Dave. Dave is into mini storages. Cristella Rodriquez ?? (her mother was Mrs. Pedraza) lives in Pasco. Gloria Pedraza ?? relocated from California to the TriCities with her husband. Rachel Pedraza Vasquez ?? is deceased as is the Mrs. Pedraza we knew as children. I'm not sure where Lydia Rodriquez?? or Evangeline (Banjo) Pedraza?? now live. I believe Lydia lived in Connell for a period of time. There was also a cousin that lived with them - Herminia and we called her Minnie. Our family was invited to their family reunion 2-3 years ago at Howard Amon Park where all the daughters and cousins and extended family were in attendance. It was quite a fete to renew acquaintances from the early 50s. Re: skin cancer YES! I have had quite a few. I had one cut out and another burned off. Both leaving scars. Then another doctor suggested a special cream that you apply morning and night for 3 and a half weeks and it worked a miracle. The doctor said it was like a chemical peel that women pay hundred of dollars for. When I complained that I had been really faithful about using protective creams, sunscreens and hats since I was around 30, he said that the damage done to my face and hands was done before I was 20 years old. I was one of those kids who dearly loved the water and swam every minute I could get away either to the pool or the river. Another side affect of the sun is a skin condition called actinic keritosis - bumps on the skin - hundreds of them especially on my feet, legs and back. No way to get rid of them but to sand/buff them off and that is painful. -Sharon Panther Taff (57) ******************************************** >>From: Larry Mattingly (60) To: Rick Maddy (67) Working with bomb squads isn't a normal downside to the pyro business. I choose to do it because I have the experience and it can be very interesting work, albeit sometimes dangerous. Both state and local bomb squads and lately the Feds (BATF) have utilized me as a guest instructor a few times a year at various places in the West. I have a "Post Blast Investigation" course coming up in late May. We set off various explosives (both pyrotechnic and high explosive) (yes, that's the fun part) in cars, buildings and other examples, and then bomb techs practice analyzing the scene and establishing what actually happened and what explosives were used and how it was set up. Very interesting work. And very exacting from an "evidence" standpoint. Your comments about cleaning up the island were right on in this day and age. Big as it is the clean-up of Hanford is actually a small part of a huge problem. There are numerous sites in both the US and around the world like that. Both radioactive and non as well as explosive, not to mention chemical. A few years back several agencies in the NW formed an informal committee to find a place to establish some kind of explosives disposal area. This would have been available primarily to civilian and law enforcement use, but we found both Ft. Lewis and Yakima Firing Center were already too contaminated with un- exploded ordinance. Some areas are totally restricted to no entry and other field areas require a certificate from an "Un-Exploded Ordinance Recognition" course for entry. I have been on the ground in both places and was amazed at the number and variety of items lying on the ground in plain sight, not to mention what might be under the surface. Of course you don't touch anything. Clean-up will cost millions. So basically we all just take care of our own problems unless we have massive quantities. (Our "burning barrel" can be a riot (of non explosive items) the first rainy day after the 4th of July. One good thing, at least everybody I know in the business has long ago stopped "burying it somewhere" and now actually burn it or blow it. To: Joe Large (68) Re: Lake Chagogamog (short version) I believe it was Morley Safer on 60 Minutes (?) a fair number of years ago, that did a piece on that lake and it's name. I don't recall where the lake was, but he said that loosely translated the name meant, "you fish on your side and we will fish on our side". "Happiness is the sky in bloom" -J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Office -Olympia, WA ******************************************** >>From: Richard Anderson (60) To: Joe Larg (68) Joe, If you were to travel from Norwich, Connecticut, where I was born, to Fitchburg, Massachusetts, the home of my paternal grandparents, you would pass by Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg, which lies just north of the state line. I do not know what mascot the high school in Webster, the closest town, has; I particularly do not know if any discussion of its origin, or of charges of historical revisionism, or of political correctness attended the selection and naming of the mascot. -Richard Anderson (60) ******************************************** >>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61) To: Larry Mattingly (60) Larry, My husband worked on that incinerator down in Hermiston and when it was all but done, he was laid off. That was in July of 2000, and a week later he went down to Klamath Falls, OR to work on the Co-gen plant down there. I have to reasonably assume that this must mean that the incinerator should be done at this point. When he first started there, they had an incident (notice that I DIDN'T say spill or leak) that made several of the men very sick, one of whom was pretty serious. However as these things usually go, it was never clear as to just WHAT it was that made them sick, but it did result in my husband and many others getting laid off since they could not work around that area and that was where the work was at that time. He was only supposed to get laid off for two weeks, but that soon turned into two months, so you do the math. *G*!! The town of Hermiston was quite upset that they had not been informed of things that went on out there. When James did go back to work, they were plagued with one bomb threat after another that either sent the men home or had them out in a field away from the plant sitting in cars for hours. And, it got da-- hot out there. Anyway, I think that your friend in Boardman must be mistaken about the incinerator, and may be thinking of a co-gen plant that is to go in around that area of Boardman soon. This may be the construction that he is thinking of. I may not live in Hermiston, Larry, but I hope that I did shed some light on this subject for you. And yes, Hermiston does have it's concerns. To: Rick Maddy (67) You have every right to worry about working at that incinerator, Rick. See my entry to Larry Mattingly (60) above. And, oh yes, I do so very definitely realize the downside of Larry's profession and the danger that goes with it. I think that he is to be admired for what he does and the jeopardy he puts himself in to please the throngs of people that he does. A big Bomber kudos to him!! It is probably because of my husband's profession and some of the places that he has worked in that I do realize the dangers more so than some others. The incinerator was only one of the menacing places that he has worked at; he was right in the line of fire of the toxic cloud in Moses Lake when the refinery there burst it's pipes, killing two and putting two more in serious health. Luckily his refinery escaped the worst threat, but again the stupidity of NOT being warned that they were in serious danger reared it's ugly head! Then there is always the place he worked at the longest; the fertilizer plant in Finley. And if you all think that you have worries over Hanford and places like it, well, as James always said," Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet if THAT sucker ever blows up!" How well that was shown in the Oklahoma City bombing huh?! And that was just a few bags; we are talking railroad cars full out there! So, I guess that all we can really do is live right and put our faith in the good ole' Boy upstairs named God and hope for the best in life. Right?!! Bomber Best Cheers, -Judy Willox Hodge (61) ******************************************** >>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62) To: Joe Large' (68) Joe, Are you one of Dennis Large' little siblings? You must be, as my aunt and uncle lived right across the street at l035 Birch, if memory serves me right. I always remember your brother being one of the nicest kids and I remember our early "group" dating in junior high, when Dennis and I were part of the "group", both of us actually being on a "date" with someone else. This was acceptable to our parents. We went to each other's houses for dances. I remember one night when we all thought we would die of embarrassment, as we were all sitting there watching late night T.V. and the word "brassiere" was mentioned. In our sheltered environment, at least all the girls wished the earth would just swallow us up just then. Please give my best to Dennis, wherever he is. Joe, you are also the only person I know, who actually lived in Tonopah, Nevada. We went there one time in the early 70s for their Tonopah Days and stayed in the Tonopah Hotel, which at that time was a wooden structure about 6 stories high. We were on the top floor and the bottom floor was a gambling casino. One we walked the stairs to our room, we just prayed there wouldn't be a fire, as we didn't have a rope that long to get up to the ground. I remember sitting in the window sill of our UNairconditioned room watching the contests of skill and strength down below like "log-rolling". It is one of our fond memories of life before kids and older age set in. Again my thanks to Maren, for coming up with this idea of an e-mail newspaper. I am certainly hooked on getting my daily dose of Bomberville trivia. Glad I'm a Bomber, where ever the name really came from!! -Helen Cross Kirk (62) ~ West Harrison, IN ******************************************** >>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63) To: Jeff Curtis (69) My question for you is "Did you take notes as a kid or what? HOW do you remember those little things like fire sticks (Danger Candy)? I think I had a similar incident with one getting stuck - in a book, I think. And as far as the handkerchief parachutes... we made ours out of Dad's hankies and Mom's old thread spools (instead of washers). Amazing to me that she had one for each of us kids (there were 6 of us), and I think I've emptied a thread spool once in 20 years. We also used them to blow bubbles using the dishwashing liquid. What ingenuity someone had! -Peg Sheeran Finch (63) ~ Omak, WA ******************************************** >>From: Lamont Worden (65) Re: Slow but sure, I'm getting there! Dear fellow Bombers, Just wanted to give you an update and ask the simple question, "Is there anyone else out there who is as far behind in keeping up with this electronic "Sandstorm" as I am?" After the fantastic R2K reunion this past summer I fell dismally behind in reading the onslaught of messages that poured in to the Sandstorm. At one point in Oct or Nov I think I was four months behind. My "Hotmail" account with Microsoft was on the verge of being cut off because it was overflowing with messages from "vegas68". Then came the incredible election fiasco, followed immediately by the birth of our first grandchild (12/1/00) and, of course, then the holidays were upon us. Now, I've caught my breath and have been reading 5-7 Sandstorms each day for the past few weeks. I'm pleased/embarrassed to announce that as January draws to a close I have today finished reading the last of the November entries. You that are all "caught up with you reading assignments" will no doubt think the wonderful entries I've been enjoying about Zip's, Mr. Piippo, the Roller Rink, Columbia River flumes, A&W, Miners, Fireworks awards, etc., etc., etc. is all "ancient history." Don't fret. What you are typing today, I'll probably be reading before St. Patrick's Day gets here. Remember, I'm ONLY two months behind now, and gaining fast. Anyone else sharing my dilemma? Anyway, THANK YOU faithful contributors. Your missives may take a while to get to my eyes and heart but they sure are appreciated. Keep 'em coming. I can hardly wait to read what Jeff Curtis (69) wrote less than a month ago. BOMBERS RULE; THE MEMORIES ONLY GET BETTER!! -Lamont Worden (65) ~ Greenacres, WA (Somewhere east of Spokane) ******************************************** >>From: Jake Tate (66WB) Re: Was electricity free? With all there is in the news lately about the power shortages I can't help but think back to my childhood in the "Atomic City." I am not sure if I imagined this or not but I seem to remember that somewhere, sometime I was told that electricity used to be free to Richland residents. As I recall, I was told that it was a by-product of the "area." I do clearly remember that when we lived in the Precut and the Prefab that we heated with portable electric heaters. I remember that because of the interesting waffle like design burned into my brother Terry's (62) rear end when he sat on one. Strange what one remembers, isn't it? Is there anyone out there with a memory more clear than mine who could verify my recollection on the "give away?" Also, there have been several articles in our Yakima newspaper lately about the possibility of rebuilding the reactors in the area to generate electricity. I'm curious as to how such a thing would be received in the Tri Cities. -Jake Tate (66WB) ******************************************** >>From: Pam Ehinger (67) Re: When were we first called Columbia High, Col-Hi for short? I've been talking to Mike Cline about putting "Col-Hi" on some of the things the Bomber Boosters sell because not all of us graduated from Richland High. So I need some help from our older alumni. When did we first get the name of Columbia High, what year - month and year would be great. I believe it was in 1982 That the name was changed to Richland High, is this right? Mike and the Bomber Booster club are willing to do this for us, if I can give him the right dates. Thank you all for your help! Bombers Rule -Pam Ehinger (67) ~ Thorp, WA ******************************************** >>From: Larry Stone (71) To: Paul Ratsch (58) Re: Backwater Could the answer be that due to warmer temperatures, there is more of the snow pack melting earlier in the year. And the water is being held back at the dams for as long as they can hold it to make it last longer? If you've traveled through the mountains and seen the the snow packs this year compared to other years, it would be obvious that we are in for a long dry summer. -Larry Stone (71) ******************************************** >>From: Laurie Hutton (72) To: Jeff Curtis (69) regarding "A Day in the Life" Lori Killand Whelan (72) alerted me to your "series" on the Sandstorm. I knew it would be good from her description and I was not disappointed. Your "A Day in the Life" was so cool. I loved reading it and made a copy for Mom & Dad. They are in AZ right now but I know they'll enjoy reading it when they return. I vaguely remember Mark with some guns but what I remember more (and I think you used to participate) was him and his buddies shooting baskets and the vibration would shift all my glass figurines, etc. from their spot I had so carefully placed them in. Horrors they got shifted a quarter of an inch!!! You've been gone from the Sandstorm for awhile so it's good to hear your voice again. -Laurie Hutton (72) ******************************************** >>From: Treg Owings (76) Re: Backwater To: Paul Ratsch (58) Paul, I work for the Natural Resources Conservation Service. I have been doing snow surveys for a 8 years. The reason there is so much water behind the dams is because they are trying to save as much water for the summer as possible. When the snow pack is normal or high they release more water in preparation of the snow melt. This helps prevent flooding in high water years and reduces the drought by storing water in low water years. The snow pack on Mt. Hood and Eastern Oregon is about 60% of normal. If we do not get more snow our rivers will be low which affects salmon and steel head along with irrigation and other wildlife and fish. -Treg Owings (76) ******************************************** >>From: Kathy Snowhite (89) Re: Hoops Scores Let's not forget the Hoop scores for the ever impressing "Bomber Girls Basketball Team." I attended the game Friday and did it ever bring back memories playing in the "Big" gym. I will never forget Teverbaugh making us run those hard awful lines before practice. Any way, for the interested, the girls beat Eisenhower 54-46 which put them in 3rd place. Saturday they played Walla Walla beating them 71-33 now putting them in 2nd place, just behind Kamiakan. I think they deserve a big Congratulations and the best of luck. On to State Girls! -Kathy Snowhite (89) ******************************************** ******************************************** Hoops Report 1 2 3 4 OT Davis 15 30 46 62 69 Bombers 10 30 52 62 74 Tierney 8, Buck 19, Jones 9, Neill 12, Stowe 6, Fannin 0, Robbert 17, Kafentzis 3 With 31 seconds left in the overtime period, and the issue very much in doubt, John Tierney stepped to the free throw line and shot the front end of a 1-and-1. The ball kissed the front of the rim, gave a desultory bounce and ...... Bombers started this affair slowly, giving the fans a sense of foreboding during the first quarter, before sorting everything out in the second period and tying the game at half time -- six players spread the twenty second quarter point output almost equally. A good sign. Shifting gears a bit, Bombers opened the third quarter with three spot-up 3-point goals -- opening up the court - - then going inside to rangy Nathan Robbert who responded with eleven of his seventeen points. Davis, shooting well from the free throw line, clawed back into the game, threatening to take it away from Bombers until Travis Buck buried a 3-pointer at 2:00 to restore the balance. Then, with four seconds left, Buck stole the ball at the Davis end. A length of the court inbounds pass resulted in a non-shooting foul; the subsequent in-bounds play sort of fizzled; and we went to overtime. The first minute of the four minute overtime period belonged to Davis. Then Buck took charge: *our* swashbuckler drilled two 3 pointers and a pair of free throws, giving Bombers a one point lead. ...... and another desultory bounce, and a bit of circling around the rim before ...... it dropped in! Two point lead and another shot; no drama this time: swish. Finally, with ten seconds left, Jeff Stowe swished two free throws with a minimum of fuss, and the victory was ours. An exciting game, well officiated, fun to watch. *************************************** *************************************** That's it for the month. Please send more. `,,``,,` `,,``,,` December, 2000 ~ February, 2001