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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/01/05
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8 Bombers and 1 NAB today sent stuff:
Betty Hiser ('49), Millie Finch ('54), John Adkins ('62)
Ann Engel ('63), George Barnett ('63), Gary Behymer ('64)
Linda Reining ('64), Donna Fredette ('65)
Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
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BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Judy Willox ('61)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Micki Lund ('63)
BOMBER CALENDAR: Richland Bombers Calendar
Click the event you want to know more about.
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>>From: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
Ah - memories and the buses. When I first came to Richland (Sept. 1944)
they were building schools like crazy. I should have gone to Lewis &
Clark but they had no eighth or fifth grades so they shipped me off to
Jefferson. After 2 weeks they sent me over to Sacajawea. When I arrived
at Jefferson they gave me free tickets to ride the bus to school and home
(also Sacky).
I came out here from Ohio - in a farming area - we were allowed to wear
shorts, pants (blue jeans, overalls, and slacks). I went to Jefferson one
day in a wool slacks and they sent me home and informed me that girls
were not allowed to wear pants in the school system in Richland. I felt
like staying home but my mother wouldn't let me - she shipped my butt
back to school.
Don't think drivers lived in any specific place in order to drive the
buses - although a lot of them lived in the south end of town.
How about having a father who was a patrolman? My girlfriend's dad was a
patrolman and everything she did was immediately told to her father.
Everyone knew everyone so there was very little you could do and not get
caught somehow.
We could not even wear pants to work on the Project. In 1976 the gals in
N Area all wore pant suits to work and the plant paper took pictures and
from that point on all the gals wore pants. Used to irritate me to death
as the guys in F Area were allowed to wear shorts and we gals were not
even allowed to wear pants.
I remember the girls could not wear pants to school until the winter of
1969/1970. When the snow got up to my knees I called Lewis and Clark and
told them my daughters were wearing pants because the snow was so high.
They both had to walk to school. My youngest daughter NEVER wore a dresses
or skirt after that time.
Christmas was quite an adventure. I lived in a prefab - no chimney. When
my kids were little we used to spend Christmas eve and Christmas at my
parents so Santa could bring presents to my kids. My dad was a shift
worker so some Christmases were weird. When he was on day shift we would
all get up at 4 a.m. to open presents, etc. I always felt sorry for daddy
- he must have slept on the bus going to work and coming home. Graveyard
was bad because the kids had to wait for daddy to come home. The kids had
rattled each present to death by the time he arrived home. Swing shift -
daddy would only get about 5 hours sleep. The joys of living in Richland
for Christmas.
-Betty Hiser Gulley '49er - south/government Richland. Rained during the
night and getting cooler.
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>>From: Millie Finch Gregg ('54)
In response to Suzie Gunderson Chiles ('60) [10/31 Sandstorm], I agree
with her comments. Too many times we could learn many lessons from our
animal friends - but I guess we feel superior!! Thanks Suzie.
http://alumnisandstorm.com/htm2005/Xtra/051029-Bollinger/00.html
-Millie Finch Gregg ('54)
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>>From: John Adkins ('62)
Re: Hanford Buses
What I remember so vividly about the Hanford Bus system is, it was an
instant access to a great "Hookie Bob" ride. Of course grabbing onto a
bus with ice all over the bumper did pose some dangers (including the
exhaust) but dang what a great ride.
When I returned from my 3 years in "government service", I got my 1st job
at Hanford in the "ITT/FSS Bus and Rail" system. I got to know all of the
Bus Drivers and Supervisors - clerks - Train Dispatchers and Train Crews.
What a great bunch of guys. Their numbers are thinning now but their
memories are still great.
-John Adkins ('62) ~ Richland - looks like a little rain today.
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>>From: Ann Engel Schafer (The Gold Metal Class of '63)
Re: The big "60"
To one of the youngest in the class of '63 a very happy birthday. You
were my first friend at the ripe old age of 3 and we (with the help of
your dad) caused some great mischief over the years. I hope Doug is
taking you out for a wonderful evening. In case you don't know, it is
the wonderful singer Micki Lund Anderson's birthday.
Love Ya,
-Ann Engel Schafer (The Gold Metal Class of '63)
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>>From: George Barnett ('63)
Re: Bus drivers
I have been relaying the "bus driver" stories to my step Dad, Leo Warren.
He has certainly enjoyed all the mention of the drivers, and remembers
well all the stories being told. Leo and his brother (Gene Warren) were
bus drivers for years, about 42 years. Leo was the dispatcher of buses
and trains (transportation) for many of those years, and says there just
couldn't have been a more friendly, reliable, greater bunch of people
to work with. Sadly most of them are gone now, but not forgotten. He
indicated Harold Jones was the Chief Steward, and he knew every one of
the drivers that have been mentioned. Also indicated he still sees Ed
Blick and they both discuss and the old days frequently. He commented on
Betty Hiser Gulley's ('49) entry saying "Oh Yes, the Gulley boys... there
were two of them that I knew.
"Dad" got a great ride down memory lane from the Sandstorm entries.
Thank You!
Bye Geo. (63)
-George Barnett ('63)
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>>From: Gary Behymer ('64)
'Of Mice & Men' by Behymer... Thanking all of you for the help received
on the 'mice' dilemma at our home. I've done or will be doing most every
idea presented.
In a different vein... Check out the following picture to see if you can
spot your Dad, if he worked for DuPont, the AEC or G.E.. Guessing this is
1946 or so?
www.childrenofthemanhattanproject.org/VET_ARCHIVES/Photos/behymer_ivan_group.jpg
-Gary Behymer ('64)
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>>From: Linda Reining ('64)
Re: School Buses
I lived on Elm and Cottonwood (shelter-belt area) and we never rode the
bus, either. As far as I can remember, the only kids who rode school
buses were the kids who lived in West Richland. I walked to and from
Carmichael and Col-Hi in the heat, cold, snow, rain, and those blasted
sandstorms in skirts and/or dresses! We were not allowed to wear pants
and if you did wear snow pants (in grade school), they had to be taken
off as soon as you got into the classroom! I remember those sandstorms
and the sand stinging my bare legs... they looked like someone had taken
sandpaper to them by the time I got home!!!!!! I walked all the way down
Swift, to Elm, then up Elm almost to Cottonwood and always wondered why
we didn't qualify for a ride to and from school... bet we walked 2 miles,
one way (if not, it sure felt like we did)!!!!! Now, if kids here live
more than 1/4 mile from school, they ride a school bus! Ya think they
might be spoiled?!
-Linda Reining ('64) ~ Bakersfield, CA - still using the a/c in the house
and in the vehicles, too!!!!!!
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[Now, the way I remember it, ya had to live more than a mile from school
to be able to ride the school bus and that was why West Richland kids
qualified. -Maren]
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>>From: Donna Fredette ('65)
Re: Happy Halloween
I hope all you Bombers out there have a really fun Halloween this year
going to the door to see all the cute little ones in their costumes! Sure
brings back memories of Richland when I lived on Chestnut Street and went
all over filling up one bag and dumping it off in a pile at home and then
going out for more!! Those were the days! My sisters and my brother and I
all had to see who had the most and all the candy went into piles of the
same candy.
I guess by the time this is out it will be All Saints Day officially. So
Happy All Saints Day. My sister Stephanie ('69) and Bonnie and I all have
been going through all of Mom and Dad's treasures together and finding
the most amazing things. My Mom saved everything!
I found a picture last night of my Confirmation at All Saints Episcopal
Church and Chip Abrams ('65-RIP) was in it along with Ellen Spitaleri,
Jane Browning, Donna Hawk, Shanon Laybourn, Chris Janos, and Georgia
Rice, (all class of '65) just to name a few. Those were also the days.
Chip has been in my thoughts and prayers since he passed on in August.
He was laid to rest the same day that my Mother was. Chip was a great
person. I really loved that guy.
All you Bombers out there that still have Moms and Dads, treasure them
always and go to see them more because we all take them for granted and
never think they will be gone and then they suddenly are and you think
"What happened?" Where does the time go? It is all in a blink of an eye.
It really is.
Much love and prayers to all of you on this rainy cold morning in
Bellevue, Washington
Bomber Cheers,
-Donna Fredette ('65)
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>>From: Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
To: Jeff Michael ('65)
Here are a couple more pictures of your dad's work. One is the control
room side of the Remote Mechanical A line. Or RMA line short. Notice the
Plexiglas windows looking into the glove boxes. There are water filled
windows in front of those Plexiglas windows now. The other is the
incinerator. Plutonium contaminated waste is segregated. Plutonium is
leached from items that cannot be burned. While the rest is chopped up
and burnt for later recovery.
RMA Line 234-5 1950s
Incinerator 232-Z Early1960s
To: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
Re: Buses
I sure miss riding them. Especially in the winter. The story Betty told
about the bus doing 360s on the road. Well this happened in the '80s.
Just before the WYE barricade the driver over corrected on the turn and
the bus did two 360s! It was reported a few folks in the back did not
wake up from bus gyrations but rather the "oh babies" and "whoas we just
missed them!!" noises. A driver by the last name of XXXXX (blanked out
due the fact this guy and his family might read this) had had just about
enough of the 2 West riders complaints of it being too cold. He opens the
door just after we got to the bottom of 2 East hill and closes it at the
WYE barricade. All the while telling us we should be grateful for the
heat we do have! Brrr. Then in November 1977 the Purex bus had just
pulled into the "lane". We were the 2nd bus in line. But the doors did
not open and the driver told us to wait. While a rather large fellow was
vigorously complaining why we couldn't get off I noticed Hanford Patrol &
Richland PD had this car surrounded with guns trained on this fellow with
a rifle. This large guy was complaining so much he didn't see what was
going on. To which I told the guy "HEY YOU SEE THAT GUY WITH THE GUN?
HE'S THREATENED TO SHOOT THE FIRST BIG GUY HE SEES!" That shut him up.
WYE Barricade New
To: Patti Jones Ahrens ('60)
The one who shared time on the bus with a fellow driver, this story was
told to me by a friend of mine and swears its true. He had been sitting
next to this woman for some time and they had developed a keen friendship
(both single). She had been putting her head on his shoulder for a couple
of graveyard to work rides. One night when the bus was stopping at the
area barricade he noticed a pair of teeth on his lap. Not knowing quite
what to do he gently woke her and asked if these were hers? & nbsp;
I've attached a photo of the newly constructed WYE barricade and an
outside Halloween safety board. By the by, Betty those buses your feet
were cold on. I think those were the first new buses Hanford bought after
the old "cattle cars". They were maroon and cream colored I think.
Halloween 100 areas 1950s
-Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/02/05
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16 Bombers sent stuff:
Dick McCoy ('45), Betty Hiser ('49)
Gene Keller ('50), Marguerite Groff ('54)
Millie Finch ('54), Hal Smith ('56)
Ken Heminger ('56wb), Barbara Powell ('58)
Gloria Falls ('58), Jim Armstrong ('63)
Vicki Smith ('63), Carol Converse ('64)
Linda Reining ('64), Don Andrews ('67)
Doug Ufkes ('68), Lisa Lysher ('79)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Norma Loescher ('53)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Tom Beaulieu ('59)
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>>From: Dick McCoy ('45)
Re: Bus drivers
One more tale.
I never bussed out to the areas except on construction jobs, but I
remember well a driver named Harvey. (I didn't know his last name.)
He drove the early city buses in Richland (free). We kids gave him
a bad time, which he took in good humor.
Later he became a driver to the areas. One day, coming down Thayer,
he had a fatal heart attack, and crashed into the family home of
Ray Conley ('46-RIP). No one other than Harvey was a casualty, and
the house was minimally damaged.
Dick McCoy, from the Tin Can Class of 1945
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>>From: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
George Barnett ('63): As you can see my maiden name was Hiser. My EX had
no relatives in Richland so the Gulley boys were no relation to me.
How many of you former bus riders remember the signs that were put on the
bus about DEBARKING FROM THE BUS? I argued with those drivers for about 6
months - I told them you did not debark from a bus but from an airplane
or ship. Debark also meant skinning a tree or getting a dog to quit
barking. I don't know why that bothered me so much. Each one of the
drivers said those signs were the idea of their boss. I guess they all
told him what I said and he refused to take the signs down.
We had a lab technician that worked in H Area - she was very small. One
night she went to sleep on the bus and since there were not many people
on the bus she laid down across the two seats. When the bus driver was
cleaning out the bus at the bus lot he found her. He woke her up and
said, "I've already made my run." She said, "I'm sorry but you are going
to have to take me home. I do not have a car."
I can't believe that so many memories have flooded through my brain about
the buses.
The Wye Barricade must have been built about 1962 - the year my second
daughter was born. When I returned to work after she was born I had to
go through the same mess as you did when you hired in. My security
orientation consisted of: "Well Betty, you have lived and worked here
so long you know all the routine except they removed the 300 Area
Barricade and it is now located at the Wye." End of orientation.
John Adkins ('62): Hooky Bobbing. My maternal grandmother always told me
God looked after fools and kids. She certainly was right. My dad used to
let us hooky bob on the back of his car in the area of old Duane because
there were no houses on one side of that street and it (Duane) ended at
Lee. I was so shocked because he would not let us do anything if he
thought we would get hurt.
Don Sorensen (NAB): Those buses you mentioned also had bars across the
windows. I always felt like I was being transported to prison. It was the
next set of buses that my feet got so cold. They only had a heater in the
very front of the bus and the very back of the bus.
To Bombers and Bombettes:
I don't know how many of you let the changing of time bother you - but I
always hated it when we had to change time. My kids always complained
about having to go to bed in the daylight and eating at strange times,
etc. My dog keeps poking me because we don't eat at the right time. About
4 months ago I saw where the states agreed to go on daylight savings time
(except Arizona, Hawaii and portions of Indiana). I didn't get to vote -
did any of you? What can we do to either stay on standard time all the
time or day lights savings time? I figured with all our brains we could
come up with something. ANY IDEAS?
-Betty Hiser Gulley '49er - south/government - it has been pitter patting
for the last several days - still getting cooler.
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>>From: Gene Keller ('50)
Re: Hanford buses
I lived on Thayer Dr. and those buses would start picking up around
5:30am and I was a PI paper boy. They wanted their paper before they
caught the bus and I would do that route in thirty minutes and get home
before 6am on my bike and go back to bed. I folded the papers and could
really move because it was a short route down Thayer, down Williams, to
Perkins and then VanGiesen and home. It was all "A" and "B" houses and
prefabs. My dad was a bus driver and he told me many stories about the
drivers and the antics they played on each other. My dad actually got
started in the insurance business because he had all those contacts on
the bus and he would work a split-shift and be in his office from 10am
to 2pm. He enjoyed all those people mentioned in earlier entries. I was
pleased to get the entry from Jim Jensen ('50) telling about Al Smith, PI
paper manager, as I couldn't remember his name. I carried the paper and
the Villager from 1945-47. It was a good experience and I got to know a
lot of great people.
-Gene Keller ('50)
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>>From: Marguerite Groff Tompkins ('54)
Speaking of Hanford bus drivers: My dad, Harold Groff, joined DuPont in
1945, as a bus driver. He eventually was in supervision, then bus driver
again, then supervision. Major difference in pay between the two. We had
moved into a Ranch house in '49 and traded that for a 3-bedroom prefab
in '52 when he went from supervisor to driver. He eventually went back to
supervision. By that time we were settled in an "H" house that we got in
a trade with a fellow that wanted a 3-bedroom prefab. Must sound strange
to those that didn't live here in the years when the government was our
landlord. When you wanted to move, you just found someone who would trade
with you. All these names of drivers that have been in the Sandstorm
sound so familiar. Patty Jones Ahrens ('60) and I discussed that once.
I remember dad talking about "Jonesey" and many other drivers. As a kid
riding buses in town, my dad would tell me about a driver that saw me
and my friends and wherever we were going, what we were doing, etc. I
realized that I had better behave or my dad would surely find out. I left
my purse on a bus once, and the driver returned it to my dad at work.
Also, my brother Bill Groff ('61-RIP) walked onto a bus when he was about
6. Mom thought he was outside playing with his older brother, Phil ('58)
and hadn't yet missed him. The driver asked him his name and delivered
him back to mom. She was in shock and more than a little embarrassed that
she hadn't missed him. My dad started having heart problems in his early
'50s and after two major surgeries, took early retirement when he was
61. He didn't much miss the job - but he sure did miss the guys. He
eventually died of congestive heart failure when he was 64.
-Marguerite Groff Tompkins ('54) ~ In Richland where today is quite
chilly. I'm not looking forward to winter - but after winter
comes spring, and that's something to look forward to.
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>>From: Millie Finch Gregg ('54)
Re: School Bus
I don't know how far it is from south Richland, but I walked every day to
Carmichael and then to Col Hi, through sand storms, wind, rain and yes
snow blizzards! I am sure it is over a mile, but that was the way it was
then, and you are so correct - absolutely NO PANTS!!
-Millie Finch Gregg ('54)
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>>From: Hal N. Smith ('56)
To: Gary Behymer ('64)
Re: http://www.childrenofthemanhattanproject.org/VET_ARCHIVES/Photos/behymer_ivan_group.jpg
Thanks for the picture. My dad, Hal H. Smith, is 5th from the left in
the second row.
-Hal N. Smith ('56)
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>>From: Ken Heminger ('56wb)
Re: Bus Drivers
Lots of talk about bus drivers..
Don't know if anybody remembers this but, there was a driver that drove a
bus to John Ball in North Richland. He was very short, and looked through
the steering wheel to see the road. I remember it being said that someone
saw his bus going down the road and thought no one was driving it. I
don't remember his name but can still see his face...
Also, another driver that drove a bus to Columbia Hi.. His last name was
Snow, and claimed to be related to Hank Snow. I believed it, as he would
sing to himself going down the road and he sounded just like Hank Snow..
This same driver on the way to school from what is now W. Richland on
an icy road did a 180 going around a slow curve. No one was hurt and we
managed to laugh it off...
Just a couple little somethings that I had never forgotten...
-Ken Heminger ('56wb) ~ Great Falls, MT
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>>From: Barbara Powell Beaudry ('58)
Happy Birthday to Sally Sheeran Heath ('58)
My goodness, it is so hard to believe all of these years have passed.
Doesn't seem like high school years were that long ago, but since I have
a granddaughter who is in her second year of college and the other in
high school reality sets in. I hope you have a wonderful birthday and I
was so happy to see your name come up as I don't often see names come up
that I know.
-Barbara Powell Beaudry ('58)
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>>From: Gloria Falls Evans ('58)
Re: School busses
Not just the West Richland kids rode the school busses. All of us Camp
Hanford kids rode the busses to Chief Jo and Col-Hi for 6 long years.
We had the best bus driver in the world, don't remember the name tho. I
remember in the winter we rode down a big slippery hill to the houses.
My dad was the parks and roads maintenance and would have a crew go out
early and maintain the road with sand. Also when we had a sandstorm, the
bus would stop by my house and get a couple old towels and wipe down the
seats. Yes we always wore skirts and dresses and had a long coat in the
winter for standing on the corner waiting for the bus to come up the hill
and round the corner.
There were a dozen or so of us that lived in Camp Hanford. There are
several of us that have kept in touch thru the years. The Army furnished
us with a room in the old John Ball school for a rec hall they gave us
pool tables and a juke box those were the best 6 years of some of our
lives. I remember those days at John Ball well.
-Gloria Falls Evans ('58) ~ Spokane, WA - where a little rain has been
falling and it is getting colder here on the Indian Canyon Golf
course where I live.
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>>From: Jim Armstrong ('63)
Hi. My Dad used to say that the trip out to the areas was the cheapest
bus ride in the world, 5 cents.
I used to go down and meet him at the bus stop. My kids would go to meet
him whenever they were visiting.
-Jim Armstrong ('63)
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>>From: Vicki Smith Adkins ('63)
Re: Arizona Luncheon
I am visiting family in Goodyear, AZ and would like to have the
information for the upcoming luncheon.
-Vicki Smith Adkins ('63)
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>>From: Carol Converse Maurer ('64)
To: Linda Reining ('64)
You're right, Linda. Only the kids who lived in West Richland, the Y and
out by Badger Mt. rode the bus. All "in town" kids had to walk. When I
moved down on Benham in 8th grade, my father clocked the mileage to
Carmichael and it was 2 miles. Of course, with the so called "short
cuts", it could have been shorter. We would cross over the shelter belt,
walk along the railroad tracks to the bowling alley and on up the hill.
Also, that way to the high school. The only time we got a ride from any
of our mothers was if it was pouring down buckets of rain.
I wore pants to Lewis & Clark and remember having to take them off when
I got there also.
-Carol Converse Maurer ('64) ~ Eureka, CA where the rain is threatening
to get here this afternoon for the rest of the week. Yesterday
was 69°. The rest of the week is to only be in the high 50s.
What a difference a day makes. Hope everyone had a great Halloween
and you had lots of kids come to your door.
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>>From: Linda Reining ('64)
Re: Christmas and shift work
My dad worked shift, too, as did my uncles, but I don't ever remember
having to wait to open gifts. Since my grandmother lived in Richland in
a 2-bedroom prefab, we were at her house for every Christmas Eve and the
living room was stacked to the ceiling with gifts! There were 7 cousins,
parents, grandmother, great-uncle, and somehow we all fit and we had
plenty of room for all of us in that tiny living room! The only thing we
opened on Christmas morning was whatever gifts had been brought by Santa.
We lived in a prefab and then a Ranch house and neither of those had
chimneys, but I don't remember worrying about how Santa would leave our
gifts. Guess we just believed and didn't worry about the hows or the
whys. When I had my daughters, they always lucked out, cause all the
houses they grew up in had a fireplace.
We would go back to my grandmother's house for dinner on Christmas Day. I
don't know how she stood all the noise of 7 kids in that tiny prefab, but
I don't ever remember her complaining! All those people and only ONE
bathroom---how did we survive???????? Now, if we don't have at least TWO,
we feel as though we are being deprived!
When I left home, we started our own tradition and we open all gifts
Christmas Day... kids have to wait til everyone is up... then they can
take down their socks and open gifts from Santa, but they cannot open any
other gifts till the rest of the family comes over later in the day for
dinner and gift-exchange. For breakfast, we usually eat the cake that
we made the night before, for Jesus... gotta start the day off just right
with a sugar high!
-Linda Reining ('64) ~ Bakersfield, CA - still haven't gotten our cold
weather!!!!!
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>>From: Don Andrews ('67)
Re: Buses
The best thing about the buses, John Adkins ('62) mentioned was the
access to a great "Hookie Bob" ride. The exhaust wasn't any worse than
the mosquito foggers, so the only real danger that I encountered was
hitting a bare spot in the road that you didn't see coming. Boy can
your feet stop quick but the bus didn't. This experience led to a whole
different ride. Living on the corner of Davenport and Delafield (south
ender) we could always get a good "Hookie Bob" going on either Cullum
Ave. or Duane Ave. The buses usually got up a little more speed on those
to streets. What fun..........:):):)... fond memories. Thanks John for
the reminder if days gone by.
Bomber Cheers,
-Don Andrews ('67)
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>>From: Doug Ufkes ('68)
Re: Busses and the Arizona Bombers
I lived near Elm and Cottonwood, on Olympia, walked to Spalding,
Carmichael, and Col-hi, till the day I graduated. So Linda and I must've
been neighbors, cold, snow, rain, whatever, we walked to school, it seems
that here in Tucson very few kids have to walk to school, I don't know
the guidelines but Tucson is reported to have the largest bus route in
the country —- no matter what, things are always different when we were
kids.
So far the "All Arizona All Class Bomber Reunion" [Lunch] is looking very
good. Lots of Bombers plan to show up, about 23 as of this writing, which
will be the largest I have ever experienced. Many new Bombers wrote to me
this year asking to be on my list and expressed an interest in attending
these reunions and some will be at the next one on November 13th. Quite
a few saw my letters in the Sandstorm and wrote to me. So if anyone who
reads this and wants info about the November 13th event, please feel free
to write to me and you are all invited.
-Doug Ufkes ('68)
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>>From: Lisa Lysher Fuller ('79)
Re: Hanford Buses
Reading the sandstorm and all the stories of the buses brings a memory of
mine with my brother Bob ('81) of when our grandfather George Sharp (NB-RIP)
was a bus driver for Hanford. Grandpa use to run the day shift route out
to 100-N and some other areas later on. We use to bug our grandpa for
a ride on those big buses and he always said "Some day I'll give you one
when I'm done with my route." Well one late evening, he had dropped
off his last passenger on the Cottonwood route and we were inside just
finishing dinner when all of a sudden this big ole bus pulled up in
front, it was one of the old blue & silver colored ones, my brother and I
saw it was grandpa and jumped for joy and ran out of the house. Grandpa
opened the doors and we both ran down the aisle telling grandpa "Let's
go." Well it was a short ride, around a couple of blocks, but boy we
thought it was the neatest thing. Grandpa dropped us off at the house and
headed to the bus lot to take the bus back, he had a big ole smile on his
face and chuckling from giving us a ride.
Many years later after grandpa retired as a driver I started working out
at 100-N in the early '80s and yes, I rode those darn buses every day for
several years, hot in the summer with no air at times, and cold in the
winter with no heat at times, but no matter what I would always remember
while standing on the Cottonwood route to catch the bus, the day grandpa
gave us a ride. My uncle Keith Sharp ('57) use to ride the Cottonwood
route with me to work at 100-N and we would sit and reminisce about
grandpa as a bus driver and all the bus driver friends he knew. Those
were the good ole days you could never forget. Earlier this year I
watched a documentary on the history of Hanford that was on one of those
Richland education channels, while watching one of those segments, low
and behold they showed the Hanford bus lot and in one part of the show a
big surprise, there was our grandfather standing by the bus on his break
with his tobacco pipe, that was the neatest thing to see. One of my
childhood memories I'll never forget.
-Lisa Lysher Fuller ('79)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/03/05
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8 Bombers and 1 NAB sent stuff:
Betty Hiser ('49), Dave Brusie ('51)
Larry Osterman ('51), Gloria Falls ('58)
Patti Jones ('60), Patti Mathis ('60)
Helen Cross ('62), Pam Ehinger ('67)
Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
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>>From: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
Buses: When my father interviewed for the job at Hanford they told him
NOT to bring his car to Richland as they were not going to allow cars in
the Village of Richland and that buses would be furnished at no cost.
A year or so later Uncle Sam charged 5 cents (each way) because of the
insurance cost. Remember the streets up in the north end of town that
were very narrow because they were not going to allow cars (Marshall,
McPherson, Mahan, etc.). Daddy told my mother not to sell HIS car until
he came to Hanford/Richland to see what the situation was. Uncle Sam paid
to have the car transported to Richland.
I always had to walk to school except one day my dad drove me (obviously
he had a day off) because it was snowing. We asked a gal if she wanted a
ride to school and she said, "No, I'm from Florida and I have never seen
snow before."
Keith Sharp - I worked with a Keith Sharp in B Area - he was a Power
Operator. There was also a Keith Sharp who was a Nuclear Reactor
Operator.
The one thing I liked about the buses was the fact that there was no
advertising on them. They did mention all the things about the plant -
safety, security, events that were going to happen in the Village of
Richland, etc.
Hated them buses!!!
-Betty Hiser Gulley '49er - south/government Richland - cooler and cooler.
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>>From: Dave Brusie ('51)
To: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
You probably rode on my father's bus or Gene Keller's father's bus. Yes
they did receive medals for safe driving. It was a little round pin with
wings on it. In fact my dad was so proud of his safe driving record, He
has his pin on his Grave Stone.
P.S. Gene Keller's Dad started the Keller Insurance Agency.
-Dave Brusie ('51)
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>>From: Larry Osterman ('51)
My son found and sent me the following link to a great article about
Gene Conley ('48). Maybe the article has been around and I hadn't heard
about. For those who haven't seen it, you might enjoy it.
http://www.nba.com/celtics/history/WhereAreTheyNowGeneConley.html
-Larry Osterman ('51)
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>>From: Gloria Falls Evans ('58)
Re: School Busses
To: Ken Heminger ('56wb)
We must have ridden the same bus. How wonderful. I wish I knew you lived
in Great Falls, we could have visited. I did the Charlie Russell art show
for five years from '93 to '98. I painted flowers - not western lore. It
was a great experience. I was always in a room called the Harriet in the
first hotel as you drove into Great Falls on the right... can't remember
the name but you probably do. It was where the Charlie Russell auction
was always held every year around his birthday on March 19.
-Gloria Falls Evans ('58) ~ still raining in Spokane and 36° this morning
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>>From: Patti Jones Ahrens ('60)
Re: Bus Drivers
Each Sandstorm entry about the bus drivers gives me a giggle. I wish dad,
Harold Jones (RIP), was here to read them all. I'm sure he as all the
bus drivers would have many stories to add. Some we may not want to hear.
They were all so friendly and caring. To think they froze on those busses
or roasted must have been quite an experience that I would not have
wanted to go through. The bus drivers had to open those doors at every
stop. Listen to all the complaints and smile at the same time. Dad was a
great listener. Yes, dad was a steward. The picture was quite interesting
at times at home as dad was union and mother wasn't, especially when
there was a pending strike. He cared so much about those who were young
and had children. When a strike was pending he would always talk in such
caring and worry about the younger folks and their little ones. Concerned
that they would have enough money to feed their little ones if a strike
would happen.
The friendships they formed were outstanding. From Mr. Pfohl, Mr. Keller,
Mr. Green, Red and so on their nicknames were of fondness like their
friendships. Many of the bus drivers were avid Bomber fans. Didn't miss
a game.
Re: Genealogy
I am back in the ventures of finding relatives from World War II again.
As many of you might remember I wrote about a year ago. Learning about
DNA is the latest. The lady in Hawaii (who may be the daughter of my
Uncle who died as a POW) has agreed to the DNA. If anyone is interested
in having DNA done for their family for any reason. I have found an
excellent company in Seattle with a representative who knows what
she is doing. Easy to talk to. Through this I am having my DNA done.
Representative says we may all have to have DNA some day. Quite anxious
to see the results.
If the lady in Hawaii or the two in the Philippines are daughters to my
Uncle it will sure expand our family, which is very large as it is. All
very interesting as I learn more about the Bataan March.
-Patti Jones Ahrens ('60) ~ Rain yesterday made everything smell fresh.
Spruced up all the fall colors in the Richland area. Even the
desert seemed to take on a green look. The overnight of nice
temperatures to the chill in the air reminded me of high school
days trying to stay warm while watching the football games.
I know I have already sent an entry but had the time to do this today for
tomorrow. *grin*
Re: Mice
Went past the mice entries in the Sandstorm because I thought from past
experiences I knew what I would do if mice (they always seem to bring
their aunts, uncles, cousins, friends and acquaintances) showed up.
Looked up last night to see a mouse coming out of my stove. Scurried off
to "Ace Hardware" on GWWay today to get the stuff to take care of the
problem. Where I lived at Browns Point, Ace Hardware owner told me
that "Every time a field is rousted here come the mice." (which had just
happened a couple minutes from my home). I thought I knew what I was
looking for from my past experiences with mice. Ace has a mouse expert.
She showed me every product then explained the following product which
she has used for the last four years. (No mice in her home). It is a
Sonic Pest Chaser. Will not hurt "Humans and non-rodent Pets". Plug into
garage, kitchen and what other room you want them in {Sonic Pest Chaser..
NOT the mouse, right? -Maren]. Information at http://www.victorpest.com/
If my cat could get into the house and stay long enough I'm sure Jessie
would take care of the mice. Gunny and Jonesy (named from my dad's nick
name, I think out of my 28 nicknames in high school Jonesy was one at
times also) my doggies like to chase the cat so he runs outside. Now
Jessie has help from a "Pestchaser". I probably won't receive a gift from
Jessie either which makes me happy.
There is also a product called "Lampe Berge" to get rid of smells in
homes. I have good testimony that the product works from a lady I work
with. She had her freezer unplugged by an Electrician who worked in her
garage. Some how he forgot to plug it back in. When she found it a few
days later her whole pig in her freezer was smelling up the whole
refrigerator. Everyone said "she wouldn't get it out". She cleaned her
freezer with bleach which is a no-no, put the lit "Lampe Berge" in the
freezer, no smell. The following tells about the "Lampe Berge":
http://AlumniSandstorm.com/htm2005/Xtra/051102-Jones-Lamp.jpg
Bombers Have Fun
-Patti Jones Ahrens ('60) ~ Snow is predicted in the mountains and the
temperatures are showing it in Richland area. Maybe early snow is
to come. I do enjoy being all nestled into the house watching the
snow coming down. Playing in it is fun also.
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>>From: Patti Mathis Wheeler ('60)
Re: Lisa Lysher Fuller's ('79) comments of ll/02
Ah Lisa, I remember well the odd moments of glee my grandfather and
father gave me. Picking up encrusted pieces of ice on the snow and
sailing them over the Marcus Whitman play grounds, as one would skip a
rock on the water. Walking to Densow drugs with my dad because the snow
was too deep to drive. Sitting on the roof of my parents' house drawing
landscapes (actually just roofs of other houses... landscapes sounded
better) and having my dad telling me to trust him, just jump into his
arms to get down, he wouldn't drop me. Jumping, and not being dropped,
ever. Gramps making me feel important for telling him that if you turn
left, the blinker in the car would go off. He would put the blinker on to
turn, wouldn't do it, and then couldn't figure out how to turn it off.
Guess gramps had some problems. *LOL*
Well thanks for the trip, Lisa... as an after thought, I remember your
grandpa, and grandma. My parents also live on Humphries... small world.
-Patti Mathis Wheeler ('60)
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>>From: Helen Cross Kirk ('62)
Imagine my surprise in reading the entry from Doug Ufkes ('68) that he
lived on Olympia St. and always walked to school. As I lived on Olympia
St. my whole school life, I am surprised I don't recognize your family
name. You must have lived on the lower block of our street, as I think I
knew everyone who lived on "our block" of the 2 block long street.
I also remember getting caught in the sandstorms with bare legs, and
lying down and crying, and walking home when it was over. My mother
didn't drive, so she never drove us, but when I got into high school, I
often got rides with friends, or Cathy Wood Stevens ('62) (who was and is
a close friend of mine), had her own car, and as my dad drove the bus to
the area, I could often use the family car, as long as I got it home
before he got home.
But you know what, all that walking was really good exercise. I could eat
whatever I wanted then, and never had to worry about gaining weight. I
was helping out at a local elementary school today, and noticed that so
many of the 4th graders are already a bit pudgy about the middle, and I
do feel sorry for them, as they are apt to gain more weight as they age,
if my life is any example.
-Helen Cross Kirk ('62) ~ West Harrison, IN - In the house by the little
lake where we still haven't had a frost yet and the trees are
beautiful in this unusual 60°+ weather with all the fall colors
in the sunshine we've been having this week.
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (The Blue Ribbon Class of '67)
All this talk about bus rides!! I lived on the corner of Thayer and
Wilson. Our house was the last house on that end of town. The Hanford
bus lot was right behind our house and the old cherry orchard was across
the street. (Big cherry tree there) Then Jason Lee school. Myself and my
2 younger sisters had to walk first to Jason Lee as kindergartners, then
to Christ the King for 8 years. That was a mile or more.. then one year
to Chief Joe, only 4 blocks. Then to Col-Hi a mile and 4 blocks. Only on
rare occasions did we get a ride from Momma... Dad worked shift work for
AEC, out at the airport, he was the air traffic controller there. But I
remember cold rainy, snowy, windy days that we did walk. No pants! Boy
did my legs freeze many a day! The kids that rode the buses were the
lucky one! *LOL* But now we really can tell our grand kids that we
walked in Blizzards! Up Hill both ways! Life was good then! Yes we ran
behind the Fogger and yes even tried to hookie bob!! Almost got my eye
poked out too! Thanks for reminding me of such great memories!
Bombers Rule
-Pam Ehinger (The Blue Ribbon Class of '67)
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>>From: Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
To: Betty Hiser Gully ('49)
Re: Bus scenes at Hanford Camp
Betty,
Found some old pictures of buses, a driver and the construction camp bus
lot from 1943. Those two-tone buses with the great heater? Several of
them were shipped to Japan after they were replaced.
Re: 8186-neg bus driver
Re: 4548-neg (1944) buses, cars and employees leaving work from 2
Re: 823-neg (1943) Camp Hanford - Bus Lot
Re: 2278-neg (1944) Bus Lot at Camp Hanford
-Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/04/05
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12 Bombers and 1 NAB sent stuff, and 2 Bomber funeral notices today:
Jim Jensen ('50), Betty Conner ('52)
Ken Heminger ('56wb), Judy Cameron ('60)
Linda Reining ('64), Doug Ufkes ('68)
Lori Simpson ('70) and Mike Hogan ('70)
Penny Webster ('75), Julie Ham ('77)
Michael Mashburn ('77), Lisa Lysher ('79)
Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Twins: Betti & Robert Avant ('69)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Darren McIntyre ('82)
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>>From: Jim Jensen ('50)
To: Larry Osterman ('51)
Re: Big "Gene"
Thank you for sharing the Gene Conley ('48) story with us. I knew he was
"still around," but had no idea where he lived nor what he was up to. I
had the great privilege of playing American Legion baseball on the same
Richland team with Gene and Dale Gier ('48) and then with the high school
team the following season. "Big Gene" and Dale were the primary pitchers
on those teams and I was known as the "relief pitcher" (polite term for
the new, third string kid on the team). Larry, you made an old man happy
by sending in that article. Gene still has that warm, friendly smile.
http://www.nba.com/celtics/history/WhereAreTheyNowGeneConley.html
Re: Walking:
If I recall accurately, there were rarely more than twenty or so student
cars anywhere near the school campus (1946-1950). There may have been
a few more being worked on in the auto shop. Just about everybody I
associated with walked everywhere (1945-1952) unless granted the very
occasional use of the family auto. When I lived on the corner of Van
Giesen and Thayer the walk to school seemed a bit long. On snow or below
freezing days I used to leave home early so that I could be among the
first to stand in front of the heater (rotary, drum type with topside
vents) in my home room class and thaw out. Most of the guys I hung out
with thought riding the bus was kind of wimpy... walked to school, walked
to town (before Uptown was built), walked to movies, walked to church, to
the rivers, to Flat Top, to twin bridges, etc. I guess that since there
were fewer things to do in those days - we took more time doing them and
walking was part of the process. A lot of my fellow strollers are gone
now... Bill Hinson ('50RIP), Jerry Arbuckle ('50RIP), Chester Hammack ('50RIP)
among them...Art Martin ('50), Ron Bewley ('50), Tom Merryman ('50) and
others are still with us. As one of the Bomberettes stated... it was (and
is) good exercise.
Bomber cheers!!!
-Jim Jensen ('50) ~ Katy, TX
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>>From: Betty Conner Sansom ('52)
Re: Busses
I worked out in the Area in 1954. We had to car pool to the bus lot to
catch our buses, which included the summer of 1954. No A/C, no heaters.
It was a strange summer, weather-wise. Boiling hot, or cool enough for a
jacket or sweater. I worked in 100-K in a warehouse. They had an A/C in
the back of the warehouse that was enormous. We didn't even ask for it to
be turned on until absolutely necessary. Often we had to go back into
the vicinity of the big squirrel-cage monster, and it would throw water
and hit you--whether it was in the face, or on the back, it was very
uncomfortable, even painful, as the water thrown was a huge clot of cold -
like a cupful. That happened every few minutes. Hard to dodge them, too.
Then we moved to Utah, and Doug ('52) attended the UofU, and I worked in
a jewelry store.
Then back to Richland to re-stock our money supply. I worked for 2 years
in 300 Area, and after listening to friends tell of the "Isolation Pay"
they got for going out to the outer Areas, I decided to transfer. I got
a job in Redox plant - 2000 West Area. It was a long ride, and in a bus
smelling of diesel and cigarettes and cigars. I thought "I can do this" -
and forged ahead. Then I got pregnant, and I found that I had made a huge
mistake.
I'd get up, eat, do my morning oblations to the great white throne, and
then go eat breakfast again - then shower, and run for the bus stop. Had
about a block to go. I'd get on the bus, and immediately be enveloped in
smoke. We rode that bus out to the bus lot, and transferred into yet
another bus. We were usually one of the last buses to come in there for
2000-W, and so quite often we had to stand. So, there I was, nauseous
already, standing on a swaying bus, smelling the vile smells that have
haunted me since then - diesel and tobacco. IF I could sit, there was
still no reprieve from the smoke. I would use my force of will, and
swallow a lot, until we unloaded in front of the plant. I would run as
fast as I could, holding my pass (which were in little folders back then)
out so the guard to see that I was a "friendly"... and tear into the
building, in a dead heat, racing against my stomach turmoil. Often it was
barely made.
It would take me all day trying to get my stomach back to normal. Then -
repeat the process, only backwards. Doug was on strike at the time, and
he'd have dinner waiting, along with a big kiss. I'll run thru the open
door, pushing him aside, and right to the bathroom for another bout with
the great white throne. It would be another hour before I could feel o.k.
again. As my pregnancy got to the point where I was wearing maternity
clothes, I STILL had to stand. Probably more than half the time. No one
would offer me a seat, and I thought such enlightening thoughts as to
"Wonder what these jerks would do if I threw up on them..." as I hung on
the back of the seats, and prayed, and was totally miserable. In those
days, a woman had to "go on leave" when she was five months pregnant.
There was another woman in my office who had NO morning sickness, even
smoked, and she rode a different bus, where there was no standing. She was
two months further along that I, and she went to a different O.B. Dr., who
put in her report that she was due the same time I was, so she got to work
until seven months. (After being off for six weeks after the baby was
born, you would report back, and take whatever job was available - seldom
the job you had before.)
I still feel nauseous when driving behind a big truck, or in the area of
diesel.
Another interesting bus ride - one my husband rode daily - there was a man
with a huge ornate pipe. He would hold it in his mouth ALL the time - not
always smoking it. The empty pipe was beginning to be the source of much
discussion, and he was asked by several people to clean his pipe. He said
something to the effect that it was just "getting broke in" - and ignore
them. One day, one of the regular riders got on and sat by him (Everyone
tried to avoid this, and some would stand towards the back to avoid being
near him.). He greeted him, with a smile. Then "did a double take" on the
pipe, and said, "That sure is an interesting pipe!" The pipe man smiled,
and gave him a brief history of it -- and the rider said, "May I see it?"
He handed it over, and the man tossed it out the open window, with the bus
traveling down the highway at full speed - and said, "Oops! Sorry!" And
everyone on the bus cheered!
Smoking in the work place was the norm back then. In fact, for nine years
I worked for Walla Wall Community College inside the Washington State
Penitentiary at Walla Walla, and had to deal with nearly everyone who
worked with me smoking. My boss had - always - a cigar. Someone asked
him when he lit the first cigar of the day, and his answer was that "It
depends on whether I fell asleep smoking one." In fact, he was in the
Senior Annual in WW his senior year, holding a cigar in this hand. There
were times that it was too much, and I'd go out and walk around to get my
nausea under control. I often reminded him of the hazards of smoking, and
- yes - nagged him about it. He had to give it up - Drs. orders finally,
a short time before I left there. Not only were the College officers and
Instructors smokers, but we had all the inmates coming in throughout the
day, and going to class, etc. I can only remember one other person who
worked up there who was not a smoker. Shortly after I left there, smoking
was prohibited in offices, and other inside places. (Except bowling
alleys. I never could understand that.) Kudos to the people with insight
who were instrumental in getting smoking out of the workplace, and public
places. I hear now they're trying to pass some laws about smoking OUTDOORS
in Washington. I know there has been a law a long time in Utah that no one
could smoke by a door where people had to go in and out. I have been told
over the years, to "Get over it! That's the way the world is!")
I went to the hospital for major surgery in 1970, in Seattle. I had been
so sick for years at that time. I had the audacity to ask for a non-
smoking room, and the NURSE told me that there was no such thing! That
I was being a baby, and very inconsiderate of the people who smoke, and
"can't help themselves." So with much satisfaction I read of how that part
of the world has changed. I was given a room after a lively discussion
between the nurse and me, and then Doug came in, and was much more
forceful than I ever could be, and the room I was given was at the end of
a long hallway, with 3 other beds, and I was the only patient. And the
nurses took their time in answering my buzzer. The 2nd day after my
surgery, an elderly lady was transferred into the room. She had the same
surgery and I, and would struggle to get up and to the window, and open
it, and sit there with her head out as far as she could get it, with one
of those little kidney-shaped pans to barf in. So they put her in with me,
and together we STILL didn't get responses to our buzzers. We had one
other younger lady come in just before I left the hospital. She had a
double mastectomy, and barfing hurt her so badly, and they moved her to
our wing, into our room. Strange that the nurse would claim that "No one
else has ever complained!!"
-Betty Conner Sansom ('52) ~ Goldendale, WA - where our long-awaited rains
have started, with a vengeance. Predictions are for snow in the
mountain passes (we're 14 miles from Satus) starting this afternoon
and going thru Friday.
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>>From: Ken Heminger ('56wb)
To: Gloria Falls Evans ('58)
I've been in Great falls since 1972 so was here when you were... The
hotel you mentioned is the Heritage Inn. They host many different
functions, some I even get to go to. It's possible that we unknowingly
bumped shoulders somewhere along the line. If you by chance get back
this way, be sure to look me up... I'm in the phone book.
-Ken Heminger ('56wb) ~ Great Falls, MT - Temp 42.6 and sunny
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>>From: Judy Cameron Ayers ('60)
Re: Bus hits Judy ('59) and Sally ('63) Rees' home
I read with interest Marilyn Stewart Stephenson's ('62) accounting of the
bus accident where the bus driver had a heart attack and hit Judy and
Sally Rees' home. See below:
Marilyn's letter to Patti Jones Ahrens ('60):
Also you mentioned the big bus accident where the bus driver
had a fatal heart attack and his bus ran into our house at
1313 Swift. We lived in an "A" house and the bus actually hit
the other side when Sally Kay Rees ('63)was eating dinner. The
house was pretty damaged and I remember that Mrs.Rees was actually
hurt, her legs I think as she also was in the house and the bus
hit her or so I remember, I was pretty young. I do remember that
the only one who was small enough to get into the house to save
Sally was Gary Setbackan's ('64) dad, so he crawled in and got
her out. I remember she was pretty scared and not hurt, but had
chili all over her. Our side of the house wasn't damaged, but the
concussion of the bus hitting the house knocked my big brother (I
won't tell which one) off the John and it scared the heck out of
him. Did I remember it right, Sis?
-Marilyn Stewart Stephenson ('62)
I remembered this incident as Judy was a good friend then (still is) and
decided to ask Judy Rees Ryan ('59), who is married to Ken Ryan ('58).
They live in Tucson. I emailed her Marilyn's accounting.
Judy Rees Ryan replied:
"The article is fairly accurate about the bus accident. My sister was
trapped in the kitchen, and Gene Conley ('48) was the one who actually
rescued her. I was in the dining room, and I was just knocked over by
the impact. Mother was cut, but not enough to be hospitalized. We all
thought an Atomic bomb had hit our house!" So now we know the whole story!
Just want to say the 45th Reunion was GREAT... many thanks from those of
us from far away for all the work you, who are in Richland, did to make it
such a success. My sister, Dorothy ('55), was among the 50th Reunion bunch
so it was great fun seeing all of her friends also. Seeing other friends
from other classes was very special also. Club 40 works well! Lots of
wonderful memories of days gone by there....
-Judy Cameron Ayers ('60)
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>>From: Linda Reining ('64)
To: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
Re: Daylight/standard Time
I am with you... I absolutely hate the time changing... I understand the
need for it years ago, but now, it is nothing but a blasted nuisance! For
my money, we should leave it daylight all year long... really makes more
sense to have that extra hour of daylight in the Winter instead of Summer!
Re: Hookie-bobbin'... never did it behind the buses, but my Mom would pull
my brother, me, and some of the other kids in the neighborhood, behind our
'53 Plymouth, down Elm to Swift and back up to Cottonwood... also hooked
our "saucers" behind the car... I think of that, now, and how crazy that
was... we could have slid off the saucer and ended under the tires!!!!!!
UF!!!!!!!!
Re: Bus Drivers... if I remember right, Nester Wise's ('63) dad was also
a bus driver.
Re: Sonic Pest Chaser
I had these when I had my house... put one in the garage and one in the
kitchen and they really did work. They had a green light and as long as
that light was green, it meant that it was working. When a little red
light came on, it meant that it was sending out a current to chase away
the bugs/critters... not all that certain about how it worked, but it had
something to do with sending vibrations through the wiring and the noises
that it created bothered the bugs/critters and they would go some place
else. I do know that the 4 years I had my house, I had NO bugs or
critters... it even chased the little frogs that would come inside the
garage... they were always hiding in the flower beds, but when they got
inside the garage, they immediately went right back out, which was fine
with me, cause I am no fan of bugs or critters that can jump at me!
-Linda Reining ('64) ~ Bakersfield, CA ~ we are getting cooler weather...
60s for the next 5 days! They are even talking rain for next
week. Yea!!!!!!
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>>From: Doug Ufkes ('68)
Re: Olympia Street
To: Helen Cross Kirk ('62)
Helen, yes, we lived on the lower block... I was 2 houses up from Elm on
the north side of the street. My dad only just recently sold that house,
he still lives in the NW corner house on the upper block. The Careys,
the Blalocks -- they lived on the lower block as well. One thing I notice
whenever I am back in Richland is how much bigger those Sycamore trees
are!
-Doug Ufkes ('68)
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>>From: Lori Simpson Hogan ('70) and Mike Hogan ('70)
Dan Ham ('72-RIP), husband of Barb Hogan Ham ('72) and father of Angie and
Molly Ham, passed away last evening [11/2/05] at Kadlec Hospital following
a lengthy illness. Memorial Services will be held at Einan's Funeral Home
in Richland on Tuesday November 8th at 3pm.
-Lori Simpson Hogan ('70) and Mike Hogan ('70)
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>>From: Penny Webster Smalley ('75)
Re: Christ the King 50th Anniversary Celebration
All Bombers who are also Christ the King Alumni... this is a follow up
reminder to the entry earlier this week. Please pass the word to all
former students at Christ the King School.
Christ the King School is celebrating their 50th Anniversary!!!
Bishop Carlos A. Sevilla will rededicate the school for its 50th
Anniversary on Saturday, November 5, 2005 with a 5:00 p.m. Mass at
Christ the King Church; 6:00 p.m. Rededication at Christ the King School.
Following the rededication, the evening will continue with a "Stroll
Through the Decades", where you can view photos and memorabilia from
Christ the King School's 50 years. There will be beverages and Columbia
Basin specialties, provided by local vendors.
Tickets are $12.50 each ~ available through the school office or AT THE
DOOR. Additional information can be obtained by calling Christ the King
School office.
All CK class alumni are invited to attend. We hope to see you there.
-Penny Webster Smalley ('75)
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>>From: Julie Ham Froehlich ('77)
In Loving Memory (Class Of 72)
Daniel Wayne Ham - Age 52
September 26, 1953 - November 2, 2005
Everybody please raise a glass to the best part of our lives.
We will miss him.
-Julie Ham Froehlich - sister (class of '77)
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>>From: Michael Mashburn ('77)
To Whom it May Concern:
Re: Lady Bombers Volleyball
Richland's Varsity Volleyball qualified for Regional last weekend at
Eisenhower HS. (Congratulations, ladies!!) The Bombers go in this Friday
as the 4th seed from the Big 9 opening the regional tournament against
#1 seed, Mead HS at 7:00 PM. My daughter, Rebecca Mashburn #9, and I were
talking earlier this week and she was so excited because she had heard
that the 2005 squad was only the second team in Bomber history to make it
to regionals. Is this true? My sister, Lori Mashburn ('80), was a darn
good volleyball player herself playing on some good Bomber squads.
She never went but I find it hard to believe that Richland has only
represented the Big 9 in volleyball twice. Will somebody help me solve
this volleyball mystery?
I have been looking around in as effort to validate her statement. I
haven't found anything so far that leads to the other team that made it
to regionals. My efforts did however lead me to this [AlumniSandstorm.com]
website. I am a native Richlander and have enjoyed reading the stories.
They have taken me back to times that I had almost forgotten. Richland
was a great place to grow up and is still a great place to live.
Sincerely,
-Michael Mashburn ('77)
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>>From: Lisa Lysher Fuller ('79)
To: Patti Mathis Wheeler ('60)
Re: Hanford Buses - Memories - Sandstorm entry 11/3/05
Patti, thank you for your memories of your dad and grandpa. Yes, we all
seemed to have no fear in trusting our grandpas or dads... they always
seemed to have that special tone in their voice... for you it was the
jumping off the roof, for me, the first time my grandfather taught me how
to ride a old red Hidaka motorcycle in his back yard, I was always worried
I would fall over but grandpa would keep saying to me, "You won't fall...
just give her the gas.", and around and around in circles I would go, of
course stopping was a little different but I did it, and when I did stop,
grandpa stood there holding the handle bars with his pipe in his mouth and
just grinning... after that I thought I was fearless and wanted to ride
more. Their memories we will always cherish, I love handing down my
stories of grandpa to my daughter, she loves to hear all about him for she
was just a infant when he passed away so she doesn't remember him but can
picture everything about him from our stories. It's funny you mentioned
Marcus Whitman... my brother and I use to do that all the time... skipping
ice... we didn't care for the walking from Cottonwood to Marcus Whitman in
the winter, but looking back we did have fun with the snow along the way.
Densow's was a great place to go, I always loved going up there and seeing
all the neat goodies they had. Thanks for sharing your memory. Grandma
still lives on Humphreys and I go by every chance I get to visit. I hope
your family is doing well. It is a small world.
To: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
I'm not sure about my uncle working at B Reactor... he might have I'll
have to ask him about it. I know my father, Wayne Lysher ('57), did some
work there at B for awhile before moving to a different area. When I
started working at 100-N in the early '80s, my uncle was already out there
at 100-N... there were 2 Keith Sharps out there at that time, one was
several years older than me and if I remember went to Col-Hi, I believe
he was the nuclear operator there, my uncle Keith Sharp ('57) was a power
operator who worked next to the 105 bldg. He was out there till his
retirement in 1994. Lots of memories working with him there.
-Lisa Lysher Fuller ('79)
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>>From: Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
Re: More Bus information
To All Bombers and their Buses,
Found some more information on Hanford's buses.
1966 Bus Fares
Jack Hughes Driver 1964
-Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
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Funeral Notices
>>Gene Latendresse ('52) ~ 3/29/34 - 10/22/05
>>Richard Chandler ('58) ~ 1/19/41 - 10/29/05
FuneralNotices.tripod.com/
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6 Bombers and 1 NAB sent stuff and 1 Bomber funeral notice today:
Betty Hiser ('49), Ginger Rose ('55), Burt Pierard ('59)
Dave Hanthorn ('63), Lori Simpson ('70) and Mike Hogan ('70)
Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Charles Cox ('56)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Judy Cameron ('60)
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>>From: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
Jim Jensen ('50): I went to Col-Hi from '45-'51 and I rarely remember
more than 15 to 20 cars at the old parking lot in front of Col-Hi (gravel
and all). Most of the teachers were given living quarters as close to the
high school as possible. I used to walk home with Miss Brown (sophomore
English, etc.) - she lived in the dorms on Lee. One of the math teachers
lived down by me on Douglas.
Betty Conner Sansom ('52): State law stated that a woman could only work
through the end of her third month but with permission from her OB/GYN
doctor she could work until the end of her fifth month. I remember my
girl friend, who was a supervisor, worked up until her eighth month.
Thank goodness both of my kids were early.
Women, except those who work in agriculture where time was of the
essence, could not work a 48 hour week. When I first started to work in
Purchasing in the 700 Area, we were working Saturdays. Our big boss had
to write a letter each week to the state and say that we need X number of
people to work Saturdays in order to get certain projects at Hanford
completed for the good of the country.
In all our comments about the buses no one mentioned those guys with
wandering hands. Since there were so few women we were outnumbered. If I
found out any of those guys had wandering hands I always told as many
of the women as I could. (Those were the days when women could not wear
pants!!!) At that particular time there was nothing that could be done to
those men. There were several times that I asked people to change seats
with me to avoid those JERKS. One of the men, in later years, was asked
to give up his bus pass (a big shot engineer).
I think most people were asleep when they had to get off the bus, go into
the badge house to get their badges and get back on the bus. One gal got
on the bus and instead of putting her nickel in the money box dropped her
badge in the box. The driver did not have a key to the box and told her
she would have to wait until he came back that night to pick up the day
shift people. She had to return to the badge house and get a temporary
pass for that day (which in later years cost $900 to process a temporary
badge).
I was raised as a "Go to he** Southen Baptist." All of our money went to
the missionaries - no fancy churches, no alters, no gold, no statues, the
preachers wore business suits, etc. I was going with a Catholic fellow
and each Sunday Father Sweeney would get up and say to the people: "We
need more money" I told my friend I knew where they could get some money
and he asked where: "I told him they could take all that gold at the
alter and sell it. If I had stabbed him, he wouldn't have looked more
shocked. They were just at the point of building Christ the King School.
I told Father Sweeney one day that he was beginning to sound like them
Southen Baptists. (Maren - no "r" in southen)
Lisa Lysher Fuller ('79): Good - I thought maybe I was losing my memory
(the Sharps).
What can we do about daylight savings time? Need some suggestions.
-Betty Hiser Gulley '49er - south/government Richland - I understand it
is snowing on I-90 - Brrr. Our weather keeps getting cooler
- the wind is blowing today but the sun is shining.
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>>From: Ginger Rose Reed ('55)
Jerry "Jay" Reed ('55) passed away Thursday, November 3, in Spokane, WA,
after suffering with severe medical problems for the past few months.
There will be an obituary in the Spokane paper shortly and we will see
that a copy is sent to the Alumni Sandstorm.
A memorial service is being planned for him in Spokane next Tuesday or
Wednesday. We will have more information on that soon.
When I visited with him the middle of October, he expressed appreciation
for the cards, phone calls and emails he had received from old friends
and classmates during his hospital stays.
-Ginger Rose Reed ('55)
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>>From: Burt Pierard ('59)
To: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
Re: Private cars @ Richland
There has to be more to the car story since private cars were never
restricted in Richland. How do you think the Operations people, like my
parents, got their trailers to Hanford Camp while they were waiting for
their houses to be built? It is true that the side streets in northwest
"Old Town" discouraged "on-street" parking, but ample parking space was
provided in the gravel areas in the center of most blocks.
-Burt Pierard ('59) ~ San Jose, CA (temp - will be back in Richland Monday)
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>>From: Dave Hanthorn (The Gold Medal Class of '63)
To: Michael Mashburn ('77)
The previous Bomber volleyball team to make it to regionals was the
2002-2003 school year team. I found the information HERE
Congratulations to your daughter and the other girls for their success
this year.
-Dave Hanthorn (GMC '63)
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>>From: Lori Simpson Hogan ('70) and Mike Hogan ('70)
Dan Ham ('72), husband of Barb Hogan Ham ('72) and father of Angie and
Molly Ham, passed away November 2, 2005, at Kadlec Hospital, following a
lengthy illness. Memorial Services will be held at Einan's Funeral Home
in Richland on Tuesday November 8th at 3pm.
-Lori Simpson Hogan ('70) and Mike Hogan ('70)
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>>From: Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
To: Betty Conner Sansom ('52)
When you worked at REDOX, was it in the 222-S or 202-S building? I spent
4 years at 222-S, 77 to 81, and worked with quite a few folks who were
there during the start up of the 202-S plant and 222-S Lab. Edna Smith,
Gladys Ashenbrenner, Fran Agopsowitz, and perhaps Obie Amacker are a
few of the folks I know. My e:mail is hanfordengineerworks@juno.com
I remember the smokers on the bus. But during my time they could only
smoke in the back of the bus. It was still miserable but not as bad as
your experience! My most memorable time was when several of the older men
were speaking their minds about December 7th. The man with the black
cowboy hat, who got off the bus next to the fab shops in East area, had
the most feeling in his voice as he spoke about his role in the war after
12-7-41.
-Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
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>>Robb Abrams ('62) ~ 1944 - 10/30/05
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/06/05
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3 Bombers sent stuff and 1 Bomber funeral notice today:
Betty Hiser ('49), George Swan ('59), Darlene Napora ('69)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Becky Rulon ('66)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Gerald Stein ('66)
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>>From: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
Father Sweeney used to get up each Sunday and tell the people they needed
more money to help build the school. He said it was costing the church
$4200 a MONTH for the interest alone. In the early '50s I thought that was
a tremendous amount of money. I was barely making that much for a salary.
Burt Pierard ('59): All I know is that when my father was interviewed in
April, 1944, to come to Hanford/Richland they told him to sell his car
because Uncle Sam was not going allow any private automobiles in the
Village of Richland. I realize that the Project had cars, buses, etc. My
dad was furious and called Uncle Sam every name in the book. Everyone else
who came out here from that small town (Kings Mills) in Ohio sold their
cars in order to transfer to Richland. My dad was one of the few that did
NOT sell his car. The only other person I know who did not sell his car
was Tom Clements. He drove all the way from Ohio to Washington. Went down
to the ration board in Cincinnati and told them that he was driving to
Washington State to go to work on a project being built by the Manhattan
Project. He told me the ration board practically threw stuff at him: gas
stamps, stamps to buy tires, and anything else they thought he might need.
Do I remember the gravel parking places - the one on our block (on Duane)
took up half of our back yard.
December 7? I was furious because it was Sunday night and I was getting
ready to listen to Gene Autry. The radio station kept interrupting the
show to announce that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. Boy did my
life change!! For the better I might add.
-Betty Hiser Gulley '49er - south/government Richland - Cool out this
morning - the wind blew last night.
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>>From: George "Pappy" Swan ('59)
Re: Living under the Big Sky
To: Ken Heminger ('56wb)
Ken,
My wife, Jeanne, and I have considered for some time a move to Montana.
I, of course, like the outdoor life possibilities found there. I am also
a great fan of the early history of the western expansion of the United
States (Native American history and legends, fur trade and trapping,
exploring, and the cavalry and Indian conflicts). Constant reading of
accounts of these histories and visiting many of the sites has made me
well aware of the geographical benefits of living in Montana or Wyoming
just to be closer to where it took place.
However, these readings also drove home the fact that winters there can
be severe. When younger, that sounded exciting but looking ahead to the
senior years and dealing with snow drifts and blizzards held me at bay.
Recently, a dear friend of ours who spent much of her younger years in
tiny Paradise, Montana (north of Missoula, south of Thompson Falls, and
east of Flathead Lake) bought her aunt's house and has been fixing it up
to retire there the end of this month. About a month ago, we accompanied
her to help with some of her final "fix ups." I have to admit that I
became enthralled with the Clark Fork River Valley and surrounding area.
Apparently, the winters there on the "Wild Horse Plains," as it was
referred to by early explorers and trappers, are fairly mild and wildlife,
hiking, fishing and related outdoor activities abound. In the late
afternoon for three days straight, I sat on her front porch and watched
Bighorn Sheep and Mule Deer feeding on the nearby mountainside. Virtually
every store that I went into seemed to have fish mounts (especially huge
Northern Pike) on the walls.
My wife likes the area, the occurrence of relatively mild winters and
the idea of living close to our friend -- Who am I to argue with such a
relocation. Furthermore, my elves have expressed interest in the winter
festival and prairie dog rodeo possibilities in Montana.
If this move comes about, it will not happen overnight and we would like
to consider other Montana possibilities. I have only been in Great Falls
once. At the end of the third quarter of last century when I was taking
flight training; I flew in and out of there but did not have the time to
get out to see that area from the ground. So I was wondering if you
could let me know what the winters are like there and of course what the
"local" outdoor activity possibilities are?
-George "Pappy" Swan ('59) ~ Burbank, WA - where Momma Nature is trying
hard to make up for a few years of little rain (If'in ya wanna
go uh huntin' er fishin' ya better pack yer rain duds).
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>>From: Darlene Napora Shuley ('69)
To: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49}
I had to laugh when you told your catholic boyfriend that Fr. Sweeney
ought to sell all the gold on the altar to raise money for the school. The
golden-colored vessels etc. could have raised a couple of hundred dollars
if that. (Some chalices are worth lots as they are given to the priest
at their ordination with contributions from family & friends, but since
Fr. Sweeney was from a poor family in Boston, I doubt his was worth much
monetarily although very valuable in his lifetime of priestly service).
But I have to admit, that even I thought that the paint used around the
symbols of the Evangelists & the Crucifixion on the altar contained real
gold. That myth of mine was destroyed when they tore down the old church
and my Dad (a real waste not want not guy) acquired those two pieces. He
cut them into two headboards for queen-sized beds. After looking at those
headboards up close and personal, I can tell you that there is no gold and
they made of inexpensive stained & painted wood. My sister, Shari (¹67),
inherited those beds and I'm sure she'd be happy to let anyone examine
them. Anyway, I'm sure the generations of school children at CK donated
many thousands of dollars with their mission boxes, so the building of the
school was worth all of Fr. Sweeney's appeals for money. Congratulations
to Christ the King School on 50 years of service on this anniversary
weekend!
-Darlene Napora Shuley ('69)
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>>Dan Ham ('72) ~ 9/26/53 - 11/02/05
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7 Bombers and 1 NAB sent stuff:
Dick Pierard ('52), Patti Cole ('52)
Ken Heminger ('56wb), George Swan ('59)
Doug Ufkes ('68), Darlene Napora ('69)
Steve Piippo ('70), Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Marilyn "Em" DeVine ('52)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Dan Haggard ('57)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Julie Smyth ('69wb)
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>>From: Dick Pierard ('52)
In regard to Betty Hiser Gulley's ('49) comments, it sounds like in some
of the recruiting places the government had a misinformation (or was it
disinformation?) program going on cars coming to the project. Burt ('59)
and I remember all too clearly the way that Dad arranged to have Mom and
us brought to Hanford in the family car pulling an itsy-bitsy yellow
polka dot house trailer in June/July 1944. So the car was very much a
part of our life in the Hanford camp and in Richland when Dad relocated
there at the beginning of December 1944.
-Dick Pierard ('52)
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>>From: Patti Cole Pierce ('52)
I want to wish my dear friend Marilyn “Em” DeVine Dow ('52) a very
Happy Birthday on November 7. Hope you have a great day and that this
next year is an exciting and eventful one for you and your loved ones.
Thinking of you! Love ya, Patti
-Patti Cole Pierce ('52)
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>>From: Ken Heminger ('56wb)
To: George "Pappy" Swan ('59)
Re: Living under the Big Sky
Wow..! After reading your comments about Montana, it made me want to
move here. (Grin).
It's true that there are a lot of things to do here, if you're willing
to take the time to look for it, but I'm sorry to say that as with
everything else, it ain't what it used to be. It's not the "last best
place" anymore, it just used to be. When I first came here in the early
'60s, I could go to any stream, river or lake and be the only one on it.
Now, with the influx of money toting people, the lakes and rivers are
ringed with cabins and swank houses. The sad part is.. many folks that
have lived here for generations in what is now considered resort areas
are being forced off their property as they cant afford the high
property taxes. Again the result of big money coming up from California
and buying up all the land. The rivers are full of outfitters, catering
to those fly fishermen that don't mind spending $500 a day to catch
a fish. I don't do much fishing anymore as it's too crowded. I had a
favorite lake that I'd like to take my boat and just spend a leisurely
day trolling. Didn't really care if I caught a fish or not. Just liked
to enjoy the solitude, and watch deer, mountain goat and other animals
come down to the edge to drink. Now there are so many jet skis and boats
pulling skiers that it's just a waste of time. Now if you like to ice
fish, or hunt then you may find your niche here. I'm not a hunter so
can't tell you much about that, other then a lot of people do, and some
mighty nice elk and deer come out of the hills.
I would be remiss if I didn't also tell you that when the Californians
and New Yorkers come here to get away from it all, they also bring their
bad habits with them. Great Falls used to be gang free, now I understand
there is at least three gangs running around. As I said before, they
come here to get away from it all and are soon bored from nothing to do.
I could go on and on about how it's changed but I don't want to make it
sound too bad. It's got to where it's too crowded for me and mine, but
there really isn't any place to hide anymore. Now you may come here and
find that its not crowded at all compared to where you are now. and come
to enjoy it. As they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I'm just
relating from my perspective. As for winters, the last few years have
been really mild. Those of us that have been here awhile, including
the natives, are just waiting for the other shoe to fall so to speak. I
vividly remember -30 and -40 temps and cold soaked vehicles for weeks on
end. Here lately though, we get a -30 temp once in a while but then a
Chinook will come through and warm it up into the + 30s and believe me
it feels good. Montana still holds the record cold spot for the nation
at -70 at Rogers Pass, which is located about 60 miles west of here.
We also haven't gotten the snow we usually get, which effects the rivers
and streams. Need the snow pack in the mountains to feed the streams.
The skiers complain about the lack of snow too. Every winter now, we all
hope for a lot of snow. What snow we do get is just powder so not a lot
of moisture in it.
Montana has a lot of history, and many interesting sites to go see.
I used to have a place on the Missouri River that I liked to fish.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was sitting on one of the campsites of
Lewis and Clark. I went to go fish one day, and couldn't get to it as
they were excavating the area for artifacts.
The only thing I can suggest is for you to come and see for yourself. I
know I have a problem. I know what this area, and the rest of Montana
for that matter, used to be and I'm not happy to see what's happened to
it. I get the same feeling when I return to my old stomping grounds in
West Richland. The only thing that hasn't changed is Flat Top itself.
But, I see even that has been taken over by people wanting to build on
it. Even got the top fenced off so you can't climb it anymore... There
is one place in Montana, and I don't care how many times I go there, I'm
always awed by its beauty. And that place is Glacier National Park.
It's the one place in Montana that hasn't yet been totally spoiled by
encroachment.
Well, Pappy, that's about all I can add. If you have any specific
questions, I'll try to answer the best I can.
-Ken Heminger (56wb) ~ 42° and dark outside.
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>>From: George "Pappy" Swan ('59)
Re: Correction on Living under the Big Sky
To: Ken Heminger ('56wb)
Ken,
For a bit there, I thought I was wrong but then I realized that I was
only mistaken. As you probably are well aware, Paradise, MT is not east
of Flathead Lake but "west." And yet another PSM (Pappy Senior Moment)
which further explains my concern over dealing with severe winters in
my senior years (which seem to have arrived early -- already). I
like the idea of having more and better outdoor possibilities for my
remaining active years. However, the mild winters in the Tri-Cities
would be hard to give up. I enjoy going to the mountains, during any
time of the year, and I love to "play" in the snow and cold but it sure
is nice after a few days to retreat to the "warm." Anyone else ever
notice how wonderful that first hot shower feels after several days of
grubby outdoor enjoyment?
-George "Pappy" Swan ('59) ~ Burbank, WA - where today finally dawned
with no rain, a partly cloudy sky, and a current comfortable
temperature of about 53º at 1:45 PM -- Looks like a good
afternoon for chasing pheasants or getting ready for the upcoming
late buck hunt.
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>>From: Doug Ufkes ('68)
Re: November 13th
Just a reminder
Arizona Bombers, one week from yesterday at 12 noon, in the Harvest
Buffet, at the Harrah's Phoenix Ak-Chin Casino is the "Arizona Richland
Bombers All Class Reunion."
We have 27 Bombers who have told me they will be there plus several
Bombers who might be able to make it if they can work it out in their
schedules. We, of course, hope they can work it out as "the more the
Merrier."
The Arizona Bomber List has grown to over 50 Bombers... thanks to the
Sandstorm and Maren. I hope someone has a digital camera they can bring
as Maren wants some pics.
It is not too late to "sign up" and I also want to remind folks that I
have to call the Casino with a number... I have made the reservations.
-Doug Ufkes ('68)
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>>From: Darlene Napora Shuley ('69)
Re: History of CK
My sister, Sharon Napora Bennett ('67), sent me this brief history of
Christ the King Catholic Church in Richland and also a photo of the
headboard made from one of the panels which were are either side of the
main altar in the original church building and a pair of candle holders
made by the men of the parish.
http://AlumniSandstorm.com/htm2005/Xtra/051107-Napora-CKremnants.jpg
"Father Sweeney was a native of Worcester, Massachusetts, and was
ordained in nearby Springfield in 1938. He served in Spokane and
Republic, WA, before coming to Richland in 1943. In those early days
Father Sweeney celebrated mass in a leaky tent, a theater in the Hanford
construction camp, and an old grange hall. The first tent held 150
people and the second tent held 1,500 people (like the army tents on
M*A*S*H). Without a church or office, he gave marriage instructions to
young couples in the car; and had water dripping on his head as he
served communion on rainy days.
Our church building (that housed the pictured altar piece made into a
headboard & candle holders) was built by the government in 1944/'45 (not
an old barracks building like I thought, but that same government/Army
construction--plain and sturdy, no frills.) Let alone gold, the church
did not have the padded kneelers or upholstered seats of many built in
those days, but it was said that "its decor offered an ambience that
invited reflection and prayerful devotions." I understand the government
built a protestant church, too. In 1954 the Diocese bought the church
and surrounding 11 acres from the government for $24,387. This purchase
enabled the parish to begin a fund drive to finance the dream of an
elementary school and convent. October 2, 1955, a proud Christ the King
parish dedicated it's new school and convent built at a cost of one
million dollars. Every spare parish penny went toward a school for the
children instead of a new fancy church and the parish lived with the
drafty Army building for almost 40 years until the new church was built
in 1981."
-Darlene Napora Shuley ('69)
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[See pictures of Richland Churches at:
http://allgallery.Tripod.com/0000s/Church.html -Maren]
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NOTE: The following was sent to a personal email address on
Thu, 3 Nov 2005... the email was not picked up/sent to
sandstorm@richlandbombers.com until yesterday. Sorry, Steve. -Maren]
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>>From: Steve Piippo ('70)
Dan Ham ('72) passed away last night [11/2/05] in Kadlec. Dan was a true
friend who watched my kids grow up as I did his. Steve Neill ('72) told
me many times, Dan "Hambone" was one of the toughest Warrior [Chief Jo]
football players he saw. I sat with Dan at many softball games watching
our wives coach our kids.
Dan supported field trips for my MST [Materials Science Technology]
students at his work site for years. Dan was a quiet, good guy in all
ways. Dan will be missed.
-Steve Piippo ('70)
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>>From: Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
Re: Old Bus Lot
To: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49) & Betty Conner Sansom ('52)
I have thoroughly enjoyed your comments on the Hanford buses! I have dug
through more of my records and found several pictures of the old bus
lot that used to be where Chief Jo is now. These pictures were taken in
1952. I have quite a few others showing the condition of the buildings.
They did not hold up well after 7 or so years. Of course the facility
was built in a big hurry as many buildings were. But that is another
story to be told later. And by the by I have a film on the 222-S lab
taken in late 1951. The title is "No Comedy in Errors". Phantom mouse
has the lead role with the lab workers as the supporting cast. Great
film. It can be ordered from Lockheed Video. The cost is about 15 bucks.
Great flick.
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2601-2-neg-b (1952) 1131 Bus Garage, Bus Lot, Etc.jpg
2601-2-neg-n (1952) 1131 Bus Garage, Bus Lot, Etc.jpg
2956-1-neg-a (1952) 1131 Garage Area - Condition of Parking L.jpg
-Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
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5 Bombers and 1 NAB sent stuff:
Betty Hiser ('49), Richard Roberts ('49)
Ray Hall ('57), Louise Moyers ('65)
Betti Avant ('69), Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Barb Eckert ('61)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Spencer Houck ('71)
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>>From: Betty Hiser Gulley ('49)
Dick Pierard ('52): The only thing I know is that the people
interviewing were talking only of the Village of Richland, not Hanford,
etc. If they were representatives of duPont they probably had not ever
set foot in Richland, Hanford, etc. Besides, at 13 what did I care about
cars? All I knew abut cars were that you could not buy a car to "crow
fer day." (Kentucky sayin'.)
Pappy ('59): Things are changing all over. I went back to the small town
in Ohio in 2000 that I was originally from (300 people at that time) and
could not recognize the entrance to the town that I had lived my first
13 years. What a shock!
Father Sweeney: He and I kept knocking each other in the head the entire
time I was going with the guy (Al) who was Catholic. Al finally asked
me to marry him and I decided to take the instruction classes. You were
only required to attend for 3 months (I think). I decided to try 6
months. Most of those people were anxious to get the classes over with
so they could get married. I asked 15 bazillon questions so the classes
usually lasted longer than they were supposed to. I knew many of the
people attending those classes (from work). They were always furious at
me because I made the classes last longer than they were supposed to.
Father Sweeney, for some reason, thought Al and I were already married.
I finally decided that I could not convert and Al and I broke up. We
told Father Sweeney that I would not convert and Al moved to Seattle. I
ran into Father Sweeney for years at local stores and would chit chat
for a few minutes.
In 1988 my father had a stroke and in 1989 had to put him in the Life
Care Nursing Home (Richland). My father passed away and my mother would
not go down to the nursing home and pick up the remainder of his things
(glasses, socks, razor, etc.) so I was elected to go down. I collected
all of his things in a box and left them in the lobby and ran around to
visit the people I had become friends with. For some reason you always
think of that room as your friend, parent, relative's room. I went by
and they were putting finishing touches on Daddy's room. When I went in
to pick up the box with daddy's stuff in it the secretary asked me if I
would be a witness to a new patient. IRONY: I asked her who it was and
she said it for a fellow from Boston who had no relatives in Richland.
Don't know why but I immediately thought of Father Sweeney. I asked her
if it was Father Sweeney? She said, "Yes, do you know him?" I don't know
why I was so shocked. I thought of all the years he tried to convert me.
I signed the papers as witness and walked into see him. He, of course,
did not recognize me, but I shook hands with him and later saw where he
died. Why did the good Lord have me at that location at that particular
time? Me, a heathen (as far as Father Sweeney was concerned and not even
a Catholic), and he as a very good person. The Lord does strange things
at times.
I went out to the area when they had built the bus lot W A Y out on
Stevens. I remember sitting with one of the guys who told me he used to
sell newspapers at the new bus lot. Lots of things were sold there (from
non-profit organizations) - red poppies, etc.
I never did like that bus lot - if we had 15 drops of rain 13 of them
would end up at the bus lot and you were slopping around in the water.
WE Johnson (General Manager of the entire Hanford Project for GE) was
having a meeting of engineers downtown. He asked if anyone had any
questions - one YOUNG engineer said he did not know who designed that
bus lot but they did a terrible job. Mr. Johnson asked why and
the young engineer said, "You have to wade through water each time it
rains." Big silence!!! Mr. Johnson finally told him that he (Johnson)
had designed to bus lot and the young engineer still said it was a very
bad design. Never did hear if the young engineer kept his job.
-Betty Hiser Gulley '49er - south/government Richland. BOO HISS - seems
like it is dark ALL day long.
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>>From: Richard "Dick" Roberts ('49)
To: Dick Pierard ('52)
My dad and mom lived in the biggest trailer park in the universe in
Hanford in a handmade, totally unsafe wooden trailer with a pot belly
wood stove for heat. It's a wonder we didn't all die from carbon
monoxide poisoning. I remember making the early morning dash to the
warm and cozy utility building to take a shower among other things.
I wonder how many others had the opportunity to live in that trailer
park and go to school in Hanford?
Cheers,
-Richard "Dick" Roberts ('49)
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>>From: Ray Hall ('57)
When I had my first football coaching job at Chief Jo, I had the
privilege of coaching and working with Danny Ham ('72-RIP). Pound for
pound, he was such an awesome competitor. Off the field he was a great
person to be around. I was fortunate to have the opportunity to know
him. We emailed each other recently and he was a supportive friend.
Yes he will be missed.
coach hall
-Ray Hall ('57)
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>>From: Louise Moyers ('65)
Re: CKS rededication - 50 years
Maren: You had to have been there! In fact, I don't think anyone from
the lst CKS class was there, but several others were. It was a blast.
Two nuns were present, Sr. Mary Ann Rawson and guess who? Sr. Emmetria!
I happened to have some old pictures with me, and I showed her. They
were from her music room, she had taken the picture, and she recognized
several, including Tere [Smyth ('65)]. She remembered giving Tere an
"A" on one of her report cards, and your dad talking to her because
other grades were not up to snuff, I guess. Several of us mentioned
that we remember her as being quite tall; she is about 5'5" - 5'6" and
in her early 80s. I thoroughly enjoyed and loved seeing friends such as
Paula ('65) and Robin ('73) Frister; Alex Clark; Dennis Haskins ('66);
Mike ('66) and Chuck ('67) Sams; Christine Heinrich; Sharon Napora ('67);
and several others. I was especially impressed with Pete Crowley ('67)
(Karen's ('64wb-RIP) brother) who had a solid memory of my athletic
endeavors way... way... back then. Thanks Pete, it brought tears to my
eyes to be so remembered.
I laughed - Paula and I were standing there thinking about how long
ago this all was; we are in our late 50s now, but both agreed we still
look good!!!
The school is so totally different - times change of course. Wishing
more could have come . . .
-Louise Moyers ('65) ~ Cle Elum, WA - where the temperature stands at a
cold 22°
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>>From: Betti Avant ('69)
Barb Hogan Ham ('72) and daughters,
I remember when the Hams moved into our neighborhood at Torbett and
Thayer. Our back yards were adjoining. They later moved down Torbett
a block from us. Dan ('72-RIP) and my brother Howard ('72-RIP) played
together. You will be missed by all who knew and loved you.
-Betti Avant ('69) ~ Lacey, WA - where I haven't washed away yet
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>>From: Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
To: Dick Pierard ('52) and Burt Pierard ('59)
You're right. Most everyone I've spoken with drove to Hanford or came
by train or other means. I'm sure it was a misinformed recruiter. Floyd
Ivers was moving his family to Portland to work in the shipyards. A coin
toss decided whether to stay in Richland or continue to Portland. They
stayed. Can't remember if it was heads or tails. I've attached the
trailer registration card. You will see it was a Chevy. I do know many
family members followed afterwards by train. But I preach to the choir.
H E W Camp Registration Front.jpg
-Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/09/05
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8 Bombers sent stuff:
Ken Ely ('49), Bill Hightower ('49)
Jim Jensen ('50), Gloria Adams ('54)
Gloria Falls ('58), Patti Jones ('60)
Linda Reining ('64), Anna Durbin ('69)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Dick Boehning ('63)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Kandy Smith ('63)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Dick Pierce ('67)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Tom Schildknecht ('70)
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NOTE: This audio clip was sent to me by more than one Bomber "A guy
witnesses an accident" is hilarious. So if you need a good laugh today:
http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf -Maren
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>>From: Ken Ely ('49)
Re: Update on the condition of Betty Ely King ('47)
Betty is still in Kadlec Hospital in the physical therapy ward. She now
is able to walk, with a walker, but her foot feels like it's not there.
She has some movement in her left arm but has no grip in her hand. But,
she is making progress and is yearning for the day she is able to go
home. She misses her cats and longs to see them as they miss her. She
thanks everyone for their prayers and their visits.
-Ken Ely ('49) ~ Orangevale, CA - where we got a few sprinkles last
night but no real rain.
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>>From: Bill Hightower ('49)
Re: Arizona Richland Bombers Class Reunion Nov. 13
To: Doug Ufkes ('68)
Shannon Craig Gross ('50) and I will be at the reunion at Ak-Chin
Casino Nov 13. We plan to spend at least one night in their parking
lot in my motor home. We will be in the area one week and hope to see
a lot of Bombers.
-Bill Hightower ('49)
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>>From: Jim Jensen ('50)
To: Don Sorenson (NAB)
The pictures you share with us bring back lots of memories - thank you.
Your 11/08/05 posting was no exception. Our trailer, parked in the
"Temporary Camp" and later the "Permanent Camp," was a 27' Glider. I
considered it to be a marvelous dwelling until about the third month in
the Hanford maze. My top bunk perch began to feel a bit close. It began
to seem that my folks, my sister and I were always blocking the passage
way of one another. Even after dad was allowed to build a lean-to (6' X
6') space for private possessions was extremely limited.
I recall that the "palace" among trailers was a 36' National, polished
and gleaming, about a hundred yards away from out place.
Dick Roberts ('49) mentioned that his family lived in a home-built,
wooden structure. There were a lot of those and many had coal burning
stoves.
-Jim Jensen ('50) ~ Katy, TX - where we had a lovely Fall season of
about ten days. It's back to mid to upper 80s now with
oppressive, high humidity... the nights aren't bad at 50s.
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>>From: Gloria Adams Fulcher ('54)
Re: Trailer Park
To: Dick Roberts ('49)
Clarence ('51) and I both lived in the North Richland trailer park. We
lived there with our parents, while we were in high school and lived
there for 2 years after we were married. Clarence's Dad worked
construction and they moved all over the states, living in their
trailer. My Mom could only afford the rent on a trailer, not a house,
so that's where we lived.
Bill Hartley (RIP) drove the school bus and we became good friends. He
was a wonderful guy.
For some reason, those of us who lived out there picked up the nickname
"trailer trash". One year at the Club 40 we all got together and asked
to have our picture taken as the Trailer Trash from Columbia High. It
was a joke to us.
We had our first baby while we were living in our "First Home" out
there. We had to take out the dinette set to make room for a crib.
(smile) Then Clarence got a job with G. E. and we were lucky enough to
get a 2 bedroom prefab. I walked myself to death with all that room
after living in that 26 foot trailer that had no bed, no bathroom and
no hot water. I was in heaven!!
-Gloria Adams Fulcher ('54)
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>>From: Gloria Falls Evans ('58)
To: Richard Roberts (49)
My dad and mom and me lived in that "biggest trailer park in the
universe" also. We lived in a small cracker box and had to run to the
cozy utility building... fortunately it was just next door. We did not
have the pot belly stove to keep warm... we did have a space heater. I
remember my mom would sit in front of it all day long while I was at
school. My dad lived there first... my mom and I would ride the bus from
Spokane to Hanford about every other weekend until we moved there when
school was out for the summer.
Wow! What a great place to live. If we had company over, the kids stayed
outside and played kick the can or hide N seek under a street light.
Eventually there were fenced playgrounds with swings and such. And a big
pile of dirt, I remember it well.
-Gloria Falls Evans ('58) ~ Spokane, WA - We had snow coming home from
the hockey game on Saturday evening. My gr grandsons loved it.
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>>From: Patti Jones Ahrens ('60)
To: Don Sorenson (NAB)
Thanks for all the bus pictures. More of memory lane. The bus drivers
did enjoy their breaks playing cards, talking and enjoying. I remember
going to the bus lot with dad. All of them were always so friendly and
caring.
Re: Saturday luncheon
My mother, Norma Jones, had a stroke last night while I was on the
phone with her. Since she is four hours away from me, it was quite a
moment-to-moment experience getting an ambulance to her and my sister,
Nina Jones Rowe ('65), and husband racing up the freeway to be with her
(they live forty-five minutes from her.) I am on my way to be with her
also. I will miss the Saturday luncheon but will look forward to next
month. Please pray for our mom. The prognosis is good for her being 85
years old.
Bomber Thank You
-Patti Jones Ahrens ('60) West Richland, WA
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>>From: Linda Reining ('64)
Re: Just A Reminder
WHAT? Bakersfield Bomber Luncheon
WHERE? Mimi's on California Avenue
WHEN? Sunday, November 13th
TIME? 1:00 P.M.
DIRECTIONS: Highway 99 to California exit, go West on California and
look for Mimi's... will be on the left side of the street in the
Barnes and Noble center.
Would have liked some sort of "head count"...did hear from a few...
looks like we might have 7 instead of our "usual" 5 for lunch. The more,
the merrier!
-Linda Reining ('64) ~ Bakersfield, CA - has finally gotten cooler...
50s at night, 70s during the day.
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>>From: Anna Durbin ('69)
Re: Happy Birthday, Julie Smyth
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today [11/7]: Julie Smyth ('69wb)
Julie: Here's a late birthday wish. Happy Birthday and Many More!
I remember you well, and I am certain that you are as cute as ever.
I think we should remove the (wb) from your name after all of the
fabulous work you have done putting Maren and company up for so long.
You are a Katrina Hero!
Love,
-Anna Durbin ('69)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/10/05
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11 Bombers and 1 NAB today sent stuff:
Paul Phillips ('49), Char Dossett ('51)
Dave Rhodes ('52WB), Marilyn De Vine ('52)
Laura Dean Kirby ('55), Jay Siegel ('61)
Betty Neal ('62), Mary Ann Vosse ('63)
David Rivers ('65), Jim Heidlebaugh ('65)
Gary Christian ('67), Don Sorenson (NAB = Not A Bomber)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Bill Johnson ('57)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Carl Dvorak ('58)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Dee Shipman ('72)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Fred Meeks ('73)
U.S. MARINE CORPS BIRTHDAY Today
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>>From: Paul Phillips ('49)
I've been gone awhile, but still "listening."
I just wanted anyone who might like to know, that my brother,
Richard "Dick" Phillips {'53} passed away last night [11/8/05] in
Evergreen Hospital in Kirkland.
Later BRO.
-Paul Phillips ('49) ~ Maltby WA
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>>From: Char Dossett Holden ('51)
The emails made me remember that I lived in North Richland in a trailer
that was homemade with some sort of stove (I don't remember the product
that was used). My parents and myself lived while we were waiting for
the ranch house to be completed. Mr. Hartley, the bus driver, knew every
morning I would be running down the street to catch his bus. One morning
I was running later than usual and slammed out of the trailer. He had
driven the bus down my street to pick me up. The students all had a good
laugh and I was grateful.
-Char Dossett Holden ('51)
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>>From: Dave Rhodes ('52WB)
Re: North Richland Trailer Park
It is certainly interesting to me to read about living in the trailer
park. I lived there in 1948 and 1949. We had a 21 foot Columbia trailer
which was shared by mom, dad and little half brother, Scott. I loved
living there and had many friends there. I would not trade that great
experience for anything. It was great being a part of that environment.
-Dave Rhodes ('52WB)
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>>From: Marilyn "Em" De Vine ('52)
Re: World's Biggest Trailer Park: I'm not sure how we lucked out by
getting a farm house, but my family missed out on the experience of
the trailers. I remember going into the one Luana Ivers Portch's ('52)
family lived in and THINK I remember seeing hammock beds hung from the
ceiling for her brothers. I say 'lucked out' because being in the
country, we had a dog, chickens, 2 goats and LOTS of freedom, including
experiences with bull snakes and rattlesnakes!! However, we rode the bus
10 miles (morning shift) to school and missed out on the friendships and
camaraderie of being in town with our classmates.
Re: Old times
The other day I got out my old, tattered, splattered, hand written
recipe for Sweet and Sour Pork and want to share the info on the flyer
I'd written it on: from Roy Davis Furniture! The phone was listed as
WH-4-4444, so I know it has to be just about 'ancient'!
It reads, in part, "Dear Preferred Customer: We're forced to take
drastic action because the carpenters are waiting to start work on our
store. We're slashing prices in an all-out attempt to move out $200,000
worth of furniture and G-E appliances. This will take place at a special
Closed-Sale planned just for you."
"We had fully intended to move merchandise to the new warehouse we're
building on Welsian Way in Richland. However, due to strikes and other
delays, this warehouse is not completed."
It goes on to say: "Look at these surprising appliance prices: A G-E
clothes dryer for only $83; a G-E automatic washer for $148!! all-wool
carpet...for only $9.94 a square YARD (emphasis mine) and this includes
the heaviest of rubber pads and the finest in quality installation."
"We invite you to a special After-Hours Sale on Tuesday, July 31, from
6:30 to 9:00 pm'.."
"P.S. and just look at these 'DOORBUSTERS' (Quantities Limited --- Be
First In Line When Doors Open at 6:30 p.m.) Air Mattress Beach Raft 80
cents, Quality Lawn Shears 49 cents, 2-Quart Decanter 25 cents."
I think we can safely say those days are gone forever. (But, then, so
are the wages!)
Perhaps one of our historians can put a year on that flyer.
Re: Birthday
A special Thank You to all who sent birthday greetings via email! It is
always fun to be acknowledged. When I told granddaughter, Jordan, I am
71, she said in this incredulous sounding voice, "Wow! That's like TEN
SEVENS!!!" Ha ha, fun. The good news is that I don't FEEL that 'old'.
Or maybe I just don't know what 71 is supposed to feel like!
Joined 'Curves' recently. I know I will enjoy the exercises and meeting
new ladies.
-Marilyn "Em" De Vine ('52) ~ in Yuma, AZ for the winter. My first year
as a Snow Bird. Heading to the Arizona All-Bomber Luncheon
November 13th. Then will be in Richland for a couple of weeks
for an extended Thanksgiving holiday.
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>>From: Laura Dean Kirby Armstrong ('55)
Re: Trailer Park
I lived with my parents at 807 "U" Street while we waited for housing
in Richland. We even had to wait to get into the park and stayed for a
few weeks at Chubbs Trailer Court in Enterprize (West Richland) until a
spot was available. We had a 27 foot Marvel with a back bedroom but no
bath. Ours was the third lot from the washhouse and it was a long cold
run in the severe winter of 1948. Mother taught at John Ball and I went
to sixth grade there in the other end of the string of Quonset huts.
It was wonderful in the summer because all the kids played peacefully
together and outside for the most part. Because we were near the edge
(at the time) of the park there were huge piles of dirt to play on. The
most fun was flying kites unrestricted by electrical wires or trees. In
the winter we spent hours in the wash houses playing Jacks or 7-Up.
I have since had RVs bigger than where we lived then. I remember my
friend Mary "Tippy" Foley had a Spartan Manor. I don't know how big it
was, but it seemed like a mansion to me. Of course she had a couple of
brothers and there were only the three of us, so I guess everything is
relative. We weren't any different from the other thousands of people
there. We used the utility trailer we had pulled from Illinois to serve
as storage. My grandmother came from Illinois for Christmas and we
somehow accommodated her.
Those are great memories, but I'm glad I don't have to do it again.
Those sand storms were a killer. I probably only weighed about seventy
pounds and just about blew away in the dirt.
-Laura Dean Kirby Armstrong ('55) ~ from So. Richland where it is still
cold after a night time low of 27°.
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>>From: Jay Siegel (Classic Class of '61)
Re: Happy Birthday!
The link below is a special 230th birthday present especially for all
Marines, but is good for everyone's soul.
http://www.iwo.com/heroes.htm Thank you Chuck.
Semper Fi.
-Jay Siegel (Classic Class of '61)
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>>From: Betty Neal Brinkman ('62)
Just a note to tell you that my husband, George Brinkman ('60), has
been in the hospital 3 weeks with the prospects of being there another
3 weeks. He had surgery to repair a conduit which went very well. As he
was a day or so from coming home a leak in his intestine developed and
all hell broke loose. I think he has turned the corner as of a couple
of days ago. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers.
George has received several cards from Pete Overdahl ('60). I tried to
e-mail Pete from the address given on the alumni site and it bounced
back. Pete, if you are reading this, would you please e-mail me. Or,
if someone has a correct address for Pete, please let me know.
Thank you,
-Betty Neal Brinkman ('62)
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>>From: Mary Ann Vosse Hirst ('63)
Re: Laugh For The Day
http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf
Thanks, Maren, for the great laugh yesterday. Hooray for little old
ladies with black purses, umbrellas and bibles!
-Mary Ann Vosse Hirst ('63)
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>>From: David Rivers ('65)
Re: November 10, 230 years of tradition...
Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood Moooooorning, Mariiiiiiiiines. It's
that day again. Why it seems like only yesterday, Number 32 ('63) had
called a gathering of the Clan. I remember it well. We all met over at
Tun Tavern to watch "the game". Yes it is as fresh in my mind today as
it was then. I remember that O'Banion kid playing with that sword... his
mom kept saying "you'll put your eye out with that thing". I think it
was the Mamaluk hilt that bothered her. Then as I recall, Chesty kept
yelling "chaaaaaaarge"... we didn't know what to charge... Number '32
thought he was talking about an entrance fee into the tavern... why
would anyone pay an entrance fee to get into a tavern? Then someone
suggested we head for Mexico... something about Montazuma Hall I
remember Mac Hall but wasn't familiar with that one... figured it musta
been on a campus I didn't attend... Now Tripoli... I'm pretty sure I
heard of that place... Funny... One guy was telling this story about his
trip to Bella Wood... says the Germans kept calling him a Devil Dog...
we thought it sounded cool and all got tattooed with these mean looking
bulldogs with funny hats on them... Then there was that time in
Chapoltapec, guys kept getting blood on their trousers so we decided
we'd add a red stripe to our uniforms when we designed them to add a
little local color... Number 32 said we needed an initiation... that
sounded pretty good... but what should it be... n