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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/1/00
ALL Bomber Alumni Links site has had 85,142 Bomber hits.
115 days left till the ALL BOMBER Reunion (R2K) ~ June 23-25, 2000
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15 Bombers sent stuff:
Mary Triem (47), Rodney Smith (54),
Sharon Bee (55), Larry Houck (59),
Darlene Minard (60), Mike Lewis (60),
Donna Bowers (63), Linda Reining (64),
Pam Ehinger (67), Betti Avant (69),
Spencer Houck (71), Brad Upton (74),
Miriam Lewis (76), Shirley Boots (77),
Kathy Wheat (79)
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>>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47)
As of this date, the classes of the forties are
still not showing up on the registration list for
the Y2K reunion. There are no names for 1946 and
1948, only 2 from 1947 and 2 from 1949. Hey, you
guys who live in the Tri-Cities, give the
committee a break and let them know if you can
attend - the price is certainly right and the
planned activities sound great. The committee is
even helping those of us from out of town/state to
find people to stay with! Let's respond and
enjoy!!!
To Betty Ely (47):
Do you now have e-mail or did Ken reply for you?
-Mary Triem Mowery - 1947 Bomber
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>>From: Rodney Smith (54)
RE: Kennedy assassination
I only read the Sandstorm when I see a familiar
name. Loron Holden! We are related through Nada
Ahrens.. small world. I told your Sister that Nada
passed on about 1&1/2 years ago.
On to assassination: I had just disembarked in
NYC from Europe after several years overseas and
planed to tour NYC. After the Empire State Bldg. I
went to the U.N., (I headed straight for the
restore).
When I came out of the restore everyone was
sobbing. I didn't know what was going on, (there
was no P.A. in the restore). I thought there was
something wrong with my response to the place so
hightailed it to the taxi stand to go to the next
place, Radio City Music Hall.
The taxi driver told me the President had been
shot. I told him I had heard about NY cab drivers
before and I would not buy any of his B.S. He even
turned on a transistor radio he had in the front
seat. I didn't know how he pulled that off, but I
wasn't going to fall for it.
When I got to Radio City they were taking down
the marquee. I was confused. I didn't know what
was going on so I just started walking. I passed
by a Zenith showroom, all the TV's in the window
were displaying the same picture. Wow! It was
true. All of a sudden I felt lost and alone. I
went down the street to St. Patrick's Cathedral on
5th Ave. to contemplate. I headed for the West
Coast a few hours later.
(Just a footnote: I am finally going to tour
NYC - 40 years later - this May).
-Rodney Smith (54)
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>>From: Sharon Bee Burks (55)
To Carol Hollingsworth Entriken (55)
Yes, my dear, there was a JJ Newberry's. It was
on the corner on the north end of Uptown facing
Jadwin. Great lunch counter and lots of cheap
lipsticks, etc. After JJ Newberry's it became
Fabricland and is now Joann's Fabrics.
I am so far behind on reading the Sandstorm so
you might have the answer by now.
Must say I enjoy reading and remembering. Thank
you for your efforts it must be a time consuming
job to coordinate all the material and get it out.
Ken Webster (55) mentioned in one of the issues
that Bob Boothe (55) passed away. Does anyone have
any more information regarding his death? I was a
band member and had known him since we were in 6th
grade and really hated to hear that.
-Sharon Bee Burks (55)
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>>From: Larry Houck (59)
I remember very distinctly where I was when
Pres. Kennedy was shot. I was in basic training in
the Air Force and was in a class. When we went out
for a break the announcement came over the load
speakers. We were all ready to get our guns and go
find that person who did it. Not a whole lot was
completed that day. But life must go on they told
us and back to the grind. I was in Texas so we
were not to far away.
-Larry Houck (59)
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>>From: Darlene Minard Mortensen (60)
RE: Chief Joseph Store:
I missed a few days checking my e-mail and was
surprised to find so many references to the school
store at Chief Joseph Junior High. I, too, worked
there. I couldn't remember the teacher's name who
was in charge of the store until Fred Phillips
(60) refreshed my mind. It was Mr. Wick and it was
quite an experience working for him. I can
remember him telling us that people who go to
theaters ate candy in the dark that had worms in
it. Ugh! It was a long time before I wanted to eat
candy at the movies. We didn't have the frozen
Mello Mints then, but we did have the frozen
Snickers and Milky Ways and Three Musketeers Bars.
RE: All Bomber Reunion 2000 (R2K):
I have been happy to see more people writing in
from the class of '60. I can't make it to our 40th
reunion in August but plan to come to the reunion
in June. My brother, Lee Minard (59) missed his
40th reunion last year but checked out the site on
the web and said he saw a lot of familiar names
with unfamiliar faces. I am wondering if I will
recognize anyone after 40 years. It would be fun
to have a place to meet with people from our
class. Is it in the works to have the classes meet
separately during the 2K reunion? Anyone from our
class who would like to get together, e-mail me
and we'll try to find a place to meet.
Thanks to everyone who is working so hard to
make this reunion a success.
-Darlene Minard Mortensen (60)
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>>From: Mike Lewis (60)
RE: 1963 Presidential assassination
I was riding a bicycle on a trail through the
forest when it occurred. I did not know at that
moment what had happened, but there was a distinct
shift in perceptions and the trail seemed to
change... I did not know it was the President
until sometime later, but I can always recall the
exact scene along that trail.
-Mike Lewis (60)
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>>From: Donna Bowers Rice (63)
To Jack Gardiner (61):
It was good to see your name in the Sandstorm.
You were Chuck's big brother. When we moved to
Richland, Chuck became my 5th-6th grade boyfriend
- my 1st boyfriend. I just remember him as one of
the nicest boys. He was kind and good and great
fun. When he and Pat married after high school, I
thought how appropriate: two really sweet people
going to spend the rest of their lives together.
It was such a shock a few years later to find that
cancer was going to claim him. I never got to tell
Pat how truly sorry I was that she lost such a
great guy and I wanted to tell you and your family
what a true gentleman he was and a gifted athlete.
I'm sure you still miss him greatly.
To David Rivers (65):
I can't believe Mrs. Fellows is still alive.
She was my introduction to Chief Jo from Spalding.
What a shock - she was a crusty no-nonsense 7th
Grade English teacher that I swear never cracked a
smile. It was quick work to find out that you had
to work in her class. I had never met anyone like
her before. I did learn English from her and I do
respect her to this day. Thanks to everyone for
sharing all their Chief Jo memories.
I had forgotten so much.
Mr. St. John:
What a great and fun Speech teacher. I remember
one particular speech by Steve Denler (64). It was
to be an extemporaneous speech - on something very
special about yourself. Steve started out talking
about how he had this great friend named Mr.
Whartons, how he went everywhere with him, to ball
games, to dances, Uptown and how he and Mr.
Wharton entertained everybody with special
contests. It was especially important to note that
Steve had a split between his teeth which would
allow Mr. Wharton to entertain his friends. He
then introduced Mr. Wharton to the class, by
spitting about 1/2 way across the room. We were
all absolutely fascinated to find out (1) that Mr.
Wharton was a large salivary gland in Steve's
mouth and (2) that Steve could spit that far by
merely flexing some muscles. To this day as a
hygienist, I see a lot of patients, but none as
talented as Steve Denler. Had a lot of fun in Mr.
St. John's class.
Thanks for the memories,
-Donna Bowers Rice (63)
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>>From: Linda Reining (64)
To Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB):
I remember the drills and lying down in the
hallways of Marcus Whitman and Spalding and being
scared half to death!!!!! Absolutely hated those
drills and the shrill of that bell just about made
me jump out of my skin!!!!!! :(
You asked about bomb shelters and if any of us
had them --- I remember babysitting for a family,
after I had graduated (64) and they had one --- it
was built under their house and the entrance was
in the floor of one of the bedrooms. If I'm not
mistaken, she was Peggy Monroe's (64) older
sister, Marilyn. Her husband's name was Jim and I
think their last name was "Filsinger"????? or
something close to that --- that was 35 years ago
and the memory isn't what it used to be.
I know the thought of that bomb shelter brought
the threat of nuclear war "up close and personal"
and scared me more than I care to remember.
As for diagramming sentences -- I, too remember
doing those, and absolutely loved it. Think we
were better off for the education we all received
"under the mushroom cloud" than anyone was aware
of at the time. Think kids would be better off if
they went back to "our" kind of education. Anyway,
thanks, Debra, for "reviving" some long forgotten
memories.
-Linda Reining (64)
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (67)
RE: Bomb Drills
To Debra Dawson Fogler (74):
In regards to the drill, they were going on in
the 50s too. In fact I think they started then. I
went to Jason Lee and had Mrs. Horning (sp.) for
kindergarten. We would have drills where we either
went into a closet or under our desk. The big
siren that blew was right across the street from
my house (on the corner of Thayer and Wilson). At
the time there was a big field us kids called the
cherry orchard, but there was only one cherry tree
there - the rest was wheat or barley growing. At
any rate when the siren blew the dogs would howl
and us kids scattered to find a place to hide. I
don't recall being very scared just annoyed that
we had to stop doing whatever it was to hide. But
by the mid 60's they tore down the siren and the
cherry tree and built a bunch of new houses there.
I'm sorry they scared you and have left an
unpleasant memory for you, but that was how it was
in those days. With WWII not far behind us and the
cold war going on we had to be prepared for....
just in case. Not that any of it would have saved
us! But it was worth a try.
To Gary Ell (67):
Okay Gary no worm guts!! But you tell your FBI
boss that you need to come home and be with your
family and friends!! This an order from the 1998
Spam Queen (thats me)!! It is a "must" that you
come and your wife, too, of course. So we will see
you there?? Right?? You really don't want the RATH
of the Spam Queen!!
Bombers (and Spam Queens) Rule
-Pam Ehinger (67)
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>>From: Betti Avant (69)
RE: Leap Day
It looks like it was a slow day for alums.
writing to the Alumni Sandstorm. Don't tell me you
are all superstitious about it being 29Feb2000!!!
-Betti Avant (69)
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>>From: Spencer Houck (71)
RE: Where I was when Kennedy died
I remember that we had just gone out to recess,
I was in sixth grade at Lewis & Clark. Mr.
Neidhold, Mr. Lane and Mrs. Lester came out and
gathered everyone and had us all report to Mr.
Lane's classroom since he was the only room (as I
recall) that had a television in it. Before the
T.V. was turned on the announcement was made and
then the television was turned on to show the news
that was being broadcast at the time.
-Spencer Houck (71)
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>>From: Brad Upton (74)
Okay, I'm plugging some of my appearances
again. Always nice to see. I'll be at the Comedy
Underground in Tacoma March 2-4th. I'll be at
Giggles (here in Seattle, U Dist) March 10-11th.
I'll be at Harvey's in Portland March 21-26th.
Please come introduce yourself if you come to
the shows!
Go Bombers!
-Brad Upton (74)
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>>From: Miriam Lewis (76)
RE: Kennedy, french fries, etc.
To Debra Dawson Fogler (74)
RE: President Kennedy's visit
I don't know if I was actually taken to see
President Kennedy when he came to the Tri-Cities
(I was 5 when he was assassinated) but my father
(S. Walt Lewis) was an industrial photographer and
took a picture of Kennedy standing at that podium.
We still have a print of it hanging up at my
parents' house. I remember feeling proud that my
father had photographed the President.
Other thoughts:
I'm catching up on about a month's worth of
Sandstorms and have been interested to hear the
Sanders-Jacobs Field stories. I used to go to the
Padres' games when I was around 10. I remember
seeing Kurt Russell play when his team would come
to town. In fact, I think that he was my prime
motivation in going because he was a movie star
("The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes") and I thought
he was cute. I lost interest in baseball after a
couple of years and paid no attention to it until
I moved to San Francisco and metamorphosed into a
Giants fan.
RE: french fries and various sauces
I was very fond of the fries with gravy at the
bowling alley. I have tried to order fries with
gravy other places and I never get any like those.
Red Steer had good fries too. Thanks to whoever
posted the recipe for the Arctic Circle special
sauce. My husband and I now enjoy fries with a
bowl of that sauce (like we need even MORE
calories).
-Miriam Lewis (76)
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>>From: Shirley Boots Neiman (77)
RE: Bomb Shelters
To Debra Dawson Fogler (74):
You asked a question if anyone here has a bomb
shelter in their back yard, well we do! It was
built by a previous owner in the late fifties. As
we had learned from the neighbors who have lived
here for years, that it was quite a big deal to
have a bomb shelter put in. Some neighbors joked
about it and some thought it was too expensive,
and some thought it was crazy. He was very serious
in the planning of it. He had a 100 gallon tank of
fresh water for it, and class B air filters and
electrical hooked up. When we moved in the access
to it was right under our bed. There was a heavy
steel trap door in the floor. Once opened, you
climbed down a ladder about 15 feet down. It was
wet and dark and it led to a hall way which turned
to a left then another hall way then turned right
then led to the room. It was about 15 by 15 foot,
Quonset hut.
When we added onto our house (Ranch house) we
sealed off the Bomb Shelter. So now it's just a
memory. But the old timers in my block still have
a laugh over this house, they refer to it as the
House with the Bomb Shelter. And we are always
asked if we still have it. Hopefully we will never
see another nuclear bomb again anywhere in the
world.
-Shirley Boots Neiman (77)
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>>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
RE: JFK
To all of you interested in JFK history:
After reading all the Kennedy stuff [...] I am
going to type out a 2 page excerpt from a book
written by my (former) uncle's brother [who]
worked for John Connally before the assassination.
He was a JAG attorney in the US Navy for many
years. [...] He was privy to some incredible
information about Lee Harvey Oswald and has a very
interesting perspective of what may have happened
that day. There are a few more mentions of the
incident in the middle of the book.
-Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
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[Read what Kathy typed at the link below. -Maren]
Xtra/2000-03-01KW.htm
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/2/00
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11 Bombers sent stuff:
Ken Heminger (56), Larry Mattingly (60),
MLou Williams (60), Greg Boyd (63),
Sue Warren (63), John Heffner (66),
Leta Ramerman (66), Gordie McMaster (69),
Shirley Moore (70), Patty Stordahl (72),
Jim Moran (87)
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>>From: Ken Heminger (56)
I have been a little remiss in giving timely
kudos when kudos were due. I would like to
publicly thank Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55).
I sometime back put out a plea for anyone having
spare or info on where I could get Col. Hi
yearbooks for the years 54-55-56. 54-55 are the
years I attended and 56 is the year I would have
graduated had I hung in there. Carol was kind
enough to go to the trouble of having her
yearbooks for 54 and 55 copied and then sent me
the copies. I think it's really great that she
would do this for me. Just shows that Bombers take
care of Bombers… Thanks again Carol… Not to be
forgotten, Many thanks to Maren and Gary for if
not for them and their efforts this could not have
happened.
-Ken Heminger (wb56)
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>>From: Larry Mattingly (60)
All this talk about Mr. St. John at Chief Jo. I
only met him once at a regional speech contest of
some kind. This really takes me back..... 1956 or
so. A couple of us had been prodded into going by
our Carmichael Speech teacher, John Noel Buchard.
Kind of a funny little guy, but certainly nice
enough when you got to know him. Wore "zoot" suits
if memory serves me. I took 3 years of speech from
him mostly because I enjoyed the work around the
stage. I built sets, did lighting, and very little
acting. I think it was 8th grade one day when I
didn't understand something he was saying about
some small part I had. He took me aside and said
with a tight jaw, "what do I have to do, draw you
a picture"? I made the mistake of saying "Yes", and
someone else played the part. But I did enough
right to get nothing but A's from him. One
incident comes to mind... we were discussing
quoting other persons and attributing correctly. I
believe it was John Woodhead (60) that was sent
next door to the library for a bio on who was "Ann
Onymus". He came back about 40 minutes later, just
before the bell with a big grin on his face.
Last I heard John Buchard was in the Bay area
teaching college. I vaguely remember running into
someone maybe 20 years ago that said they had seen
John and that was where he was. Has anyone seen
John Woodhead in the last 10 years? Last I heard
he was a Stock, or Commodities Broker in the
Spokane area. Nice guy, with a great sense of
humor.
Re: Kennedy.
I had just gotten off of a double shift at
Hanford and had fallen asleep on the living room
floor in front of the TV. (remember the "lowboy"
TV)? I remember waking up thinking I was having a
nightmare. I must have laid there half awake for
15 minutes listening to "the president is dead"
before I fully realized my worst nightmare was
true.
-J Larry Mattingly (60)
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>>From: MLou Williams (60)
To Users of Chief Joe school store:
How well I remember those days. Carol Shuey (60)
and I worked before school, at noon, and after
school. We'd freeze any kind of candy bar we
wanted to. Mr. Wick was a great boss. He lived
across the Columbia and worked his farm land in
the summers -what a versatile person! The year
Carol, Darlene and I went to Col Hi, Mr. Wick
transferred there as well, and took over the high
school store, which apparently up until then was
not a very lucrative business - at least not for
the school! Pat Thompson (60) was there too - I
can't remember the others - a senior moment...
The only problem with working in the store
morning, noon, and after school was it really cut
short the time to socialize with the rest of the
classes. I missed many of the adventures you all
share here, but I had to work to have money for
Jantzen Webfoot sweaters and Pendleton skirts, and
those other important things. By the way, does
anyone know where Carol Shuey is these days? I had
dinner with her and her husband (whose name I
don't remember - another senior moment) in Seattle
in the mid '60s where they were both teaching.
Speaking of senior moments, I am truly
astounded at the recall some of you have about
those days of yore. It's a wonderful skill, and I
hope you are saving these in journal, tape or
video form for your family generations to come.
Those days will never be again, and you have a
wonderful opportunity to pass on some irreplaceable
oral history.
As for the Tri City Braves, I remember 20 cent
hot dogs and Edo Vanni. I loved his nose. I never
saw such a nose. Are kids weird, or what?
And Marilyn Hills (60):
I remember our Russian class taking a trip to
Seattle with Mrs. Harmon and you ordered bananas
in cream at the restaurant. Never saw that before
or since. Just how sheltered has my life been,
anyway?
Enough for today.
Three friends have lost their mothers in the
past two weeks, and mine is having serious surgery
in Richland tomorrow, and believe me, ungood
thoughts are troubling me. How about a prayer or
mantra, or sacrifice to the gods for her?
More than enough for today.
-MLou Williams (60)
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>>From: Greg Boyd (63)
RE: Miss Jessie
To Jim Hamilton (63) and Don Winston (63):
Hmmm, great day for Miss Jessie to be born.
Because its also my birthday, am I automatically a
surrogate great uncle?
Congrats...
To Donna Bowers (63):
Why was your experience with Mrs. Fellows so
much better than mine. After all I was her most
"outstanding student" - out standing in the hall -
of course I always endeavored to "blame it" on Ray
Kelly (63). However, I think Mrs. Fellows had seen
it all and just knew!
RE: L. Holland St. John:
Yea he was without a doubt one of my more
influential teachers. It was probably him, more
than anything else, who got me really going in the
Explorer Post 147. For many of us, the activities
we participated in shaped our adult lives. Still
go to Pow Wow's and spend as much time as possible
sailing on salt water (which is no easy trick when
you live in Cape Girardeau, Missouri - When you
live in Cape you pretend that you don't know who
Rush Limbaugh is - AKA Rusty).
There was one down side to being part of the
Post 147 Indian Dance Troup though: my wife is
convinced that I cannot fast dance to this day
because every "move" I have looks like an
adaptation of the Tomohawk Dance. Now what's
that all about?
-Greg Boyd (63)
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>>From: Sue Warren Warren (63)
Just wanted to let you know that Pauline Wooley
the secretary at Jefferson for years and years
passed way last week Does anyone from Jefferson
remember her? Very nice lady.
-Sue Warren Warren (63)
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>>From: John Heffner (66)
To Carol Peterson, Glenda Gray and Pam Hunt (all 66):
A few weeks back I read Carol's recollections
about Mrs. Price's 3rd grade and The Littlest
Angel play. You might find it hard to believe but
I dug through some old scrap books and found an
original of the program for that play. The three
of you and a bunch of other folks you'll recognize
were in it. I've created an electronic version in
my scanner and attached it. Hope Maren can find a
place to store it. And yes, Robert Jerman played
Michael.
-John Heffner (66)
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[The 'electronic version' that I got was a WORD
document. PLEASE!! Do NOT send me WORD documents.
I can't get them opened as I do not have WORD on
my computer. I'm a WordPerfect8 user. Suggest
everyone go to Kinko's and have stuff scanned as
.jpg files and attach to an e-mail if you want me
to 'get it'.. -Maren]
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From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Leta Ramerman (66)
Date: Wed Mar 1 14:50:35 2000
Hello!
Am I delighted a friend told me about the
Sandstorm Alumni -- and even more excited that
there will be a reunion in June, 2000.
I was made aware of the Sandstorm because of a
note written by Peg Wellman Johnson, class of
1966, mentioning the 11 year old daughter of John
Wingfield, class of '66 and my twin sister, Janet
Ramerman, class of '66. In the note Peg noted that
John Wingfield would not be present at the R2K
reunion because he would be running in a marathon
to benefit diabetes research. Peg also mentioned
that my twin, Janet, was a diabetic and passed
away a few short years after our graduation. It
was noted that Ted Smith, class of '66 had made a
contribution to diabetes research and education on
behalf of John's daughter. Peg challenged members
of the class of '66 to likewise contribute, both
in honor of John's and in memory of my twin,
Janet. Peg noted that, until Janet passed away,
she had always thought of diabetes as an innocuous
disease, but with Janet'
-Leta Ramerman (66)
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>>From: Gordie McMaster (69)
RE: '69'rs for R2K
OK fellow '69'rs:
We had a very successful and fun 30th reunion
last year, and NOW where are you for the ALL
BOMBER reunion we talked about and you all said
you were interested in. Let's get the inputs and
the name(s) added. It proves to be a very fun
time. SEE you all there.
-Gordie McMaster (69)
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>>From: Shirley Moore (70)
RE: Kennedy Assassination
To Spencer Houck (71):
You have a better memory than I have! I know I
was in the 6th grade in Mrs. Lester's class (63-
64), but I only remember watching it on the TV and
being sent home early. Some of the girls were
crying. I was a very sad day.
I also (vaguely) remember going out to Hanford
to see President Kennedy with my parents and my
dad had an old type camera and we were so far away
you can't even tell it was the President in the
picture - but we knew who it was!
I also remember the drills we had where we
ducked under our desks. That siren was so loud! We
used to talk about what we would do in case of an
air raid. The next day everything was back to
normal - decided there wasn't much we could do
about it........!
Thanks for reminding me.
Keep on bombin',
-Shirley Moore (70)
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>>From: Patty Stordahl (72)
How many of you graduates or partial graduates
at least of the hill & Mac Hall bathroom are
planning to attend this reunion. From 71-73 would
be fun to get in touch with any of you to get pre
aquatinted so we can just get down to having a
great time. Funny this is a very small world. I
was in Las Vegas last weekend and just got home
last night.
Of course it was 80% work. I was staying at the
Venetian, man what a marvelous hotel. The
Exhibitor, (mother of all trade show equipment
manufacturer trade shows). I went into the start
up company booths to see if there was any really
great new ideas to use and lo and behold a couple
was in their little 10 x 10 space and they were
selling display accessories in a box. When I
looked at their business card I found out they
were from Richland and though they did not
graduate from Col.- hi their daughter is a proud
bomber freshman. We had a great chat.
I told them once I got the information from
them in the mail, they promised to send I would
email them this news letter so their daughter
could join us and learn all about the alumni of
her wonderful high school. I am sure we could
learn a lot from her about the changes in this new
millennium World is just so small any more isn't it.
Hope to see many of you Bombers out to the R2K reunion.
Peter, you grab Sally and let's go together.
-Patty Stordahl (72)
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>>From: Jim Moran (87)
Hey, all of this talk about JFK leaves out us
young whipper-snappers. How about for those who
graduated in the 80's, where were you when you
learned of the space shuttle disaster? I know I
just walked out of typing in Mac Hall, on my way
to Mr. Wall's history class, when Jamie Fishback
told me the bad news. I thought Jamie was joking.
I said "Jamie, those thing just don't blow-up."
But when I walked into Mr. Wall's class he was
setting up the TV to turn on the news about the
disaster.
Or where were you when you heard Reagan was shot?
Also, does anybody know what happened to Mr.
Ryden (Not sure if that's how you spell his name)
He was the Vice Principal for a few years. He had
a son and a daughter who was attending RHS.
C'mon, let's hear from some of the 1980's Bombers....
-Jim Moran class of 86 -87
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9 Bombers sent stuff:
Mary Triem (47), Gary May (58),
Larry Houck (59), Jay Siegel (61),
Jeanie Turner (61), Rose Boswell (61),
Roxanne Knutson (62), Jean Armstrong (64),
Geoff Rothwell (71)
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>>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47)
RE: R2K
To Jackie Allen (Tiny - 1948):
The R2K committee has been knocking themselves
out trying to get this big bash publicized via the
TCH, radio etc. Check out the pages associated
with this fantastic medium "the Sandstorm" and
then you can get in touch with one of the
committee members to get more information. If you
want, e-mail me as I would
love to chat with you and/or Tiny. Chuck Larrabee
or Keith Clark should have the info, too and Tiny
knows them. June 23, 24 and 25 are the dates for a
first-ever all Bomber reunion. What a concept and
what fun it will be.
-Mary Triem Mowery (47)
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>>From: Gary May (58)
RE: Kennedy Assassination
I was a Corporal stationed in Mannhiem Germany
when our President was killed. It was about 8:00
pm when the Armed Forces Radio started the
coverage. All of the troops headed for our combat
stations as we all thought it had to be a plot by
Russia and that we would sure as heck have a war
on our hands. I had just ran into Danny Neth (57)
a week before the assassination (Danny was killed in
action in vietnam in l966) and had planned to have
a get together with him. How our lives have
changed over the years by that act.
-Gary May (58)
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>>From: Larry Houck (59)
RE: Mrs. Fellows:
I had Mrs. Fellows as a third grade teacher at
Lewis and Clark. Our class was the last hutment
away from the school. She was a straight forward
teacher no nonsense. I learned a lot, though.
Thank you, Mrs. Fellows, if you read this.
RE: Mr. St. John:
I did not have him as a teacher because I went
to the other school across town at Carmichael. I
did work with him at scout camp one year down at
Wallowa, OR. I have been involved with scouting
for a number of years. I knew he was the Advisor
for Post 147 for several years. If you are in
Richland, you can find him at lunch time at the
dining at the Kadlec Hospital. He goes there for
lunch on a regular basis.
-Larry Houck (59)
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>>From: Jay Siegel (61)
RE: Great Educators!
It has been a true pleasure seeing all of the
discussion about some of the teachers at Chief
Joseph. What makes it so very enjoyable for me was
that Mr. St. John, Mrs. Fellows and Mr. Wick were
three of the most outstanding educators that I
have known. All three were caring people who loved
teaching.
When I started the 7th grade, aside from the
trauma of transitioning from being "a 6th grader"
(the top of the heap) to being "a 7th grader"
(lower than pond scum) I also found myself with
Mrs. Fellows as my home room teacher, a fate worse
than death! She was strict and made you do home
work and even allowed herself to get angry when
you didn't live up to what she knew that you were
able to do! There were many changes that occurred
during that year; I discovered that I was at least
a step above pond scum, and Mrs. Fellows was a
really great person. I walked past her house going
to school every day and she had a Chow Chow that
would come charging up to the hedge when anyone
walked by. I finally got to the place that I would
stick my hand through and pet the dog every day.
One day Mrs. fellows commented that she'd seen me
petting her dog and how much the dog appreciated
that. I learned a lot from Mrs. Fellows during
that year, and the following 2 years.
I will always remember Mr. Wick standing in the
hall watching the students as they moved from
class to class - he always struck me as an eagle
surveying his territory - nothing was missed. He
cared about us enough to make sure that we didn't
do anything wrong, and let us know that he cared
when we did.
Mr. St. John tapped an undiscovered resource of
mine - he taught me that it was fun to speak in
front of people. I will always remember what he
said to me the last day of class - he said "Jay,
you are fortunate. With only ten minutes notice,
you are able to talk for 30 minutes about
something that you know nothing about, and have
people enjoy it!" I have always held on to that
thought.
A picture just came to mind, how many of you
that went to Jason Lee remember Mr. Harvey? A
truly gracious and caring individual. I felt truly
honored on graduation day when we were sitting
talking about this and that. He had been in the
Army in Korea, but never talked about it, quickly
changing the subject when asked. On that day, he
shared with us the experience that had made life
so precious to him and war so horrible. He made a
great impact on youth at school and in Scouting.
It is so sad that such a person had to perish. In
the 40 some-odd years, I have often reflected the
impact that he had upon my life and lives of
others.
Yes, we are very fortunate to have had our
lives touched by some very wonderful people, both
student and faculty, during those years.
-Jay Siegel (61)
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>>From: Jeanie Turner Anderson (61)
To MLou Williams (60)
Dear MLou,
I will keep your Mom in my prayers until I hear
through the Sandstorm that is she is recovering
quickly and completely.
Hugs,
-Jeanie Turner Anderson (61)
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>>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61)
Talking about the Tri City Braves, My dad used
to take me quite a bit. I loved it. My favorite
player was a short stop named Buddy Peterson. I
loved the peanuts they had. And the great summer
nights. We used to have such a good time. I don't
remember a whole lot. My dad started to work out
of town, so the ball games stopped until he came
home.
-Rose Boswell Smith (61)
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>>From: Roxanne Knutson Short (62)
To Sue Warren Warren (63):
Yes, I knew Pauline Wooley passed away just
last week because I have been tending her feet up
until last 6 mo. The first time she came to me to
do her toenails I recognized the unique voice from
another room without seeing her. I was in another
room and knew it was her. What a lady! She had
such poise in our grade school days and she had it
in her elder years. Sounded the same and loved us
all even in the 90's She laughed with the
remembrance that I had Mr. Lind as the janitor
and Mr. Finch as the Principal for my Kindergarten
and 1st grades and then I figured it out.
RE: R2K rooms:
For anyone who has sent me for a room or having
a room available for R2K please send me another e-
mail due to my new computer just crashed last
night and lost all my files on the subject. Hope
to retrieve it through your help. thanks! Roxanne.
See you all in June... Big Bomber Reunion Allumni!
-Roxanne Knutson Short (62)
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>>From: Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64)
To MLou Williams (60):
My prayers are with you and your Mother for a
successful surgery and a speedy recovery... I know
what a helpless feeling it is to have your loved
one go through those things... But, knowing there
are friends thinking about you and praying for you
can be a comforting thought... Please know that
there are many, even if they don't tell you...
-Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64)
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>>From: Geoff Rothwell (71)
To Spencer Houck (71):
I thought we were in 5th grade in November
1963. Who were the 5th grade teachers at Lewis and
Clark in the early 1960s? (For some reason I can
only remember the 6th grade teachers!) I moved to
Richland in October 1963 and I really hated 5th
grade. I doubt if any of you noticed, but I would
take "mental health days" whenever my allergies
acted up, which could be any day. (I continued to
do this until I graduated from high school.)
That day I was home watching TV, I believe the
first announcement was during "The Price is Right"
about 10am. The announcement didn't make sense at
first: like walking into your house after it has
been broken into, slowly you realize that your
world is changing. I remember what I was wearing,
what I was eating, the decorations in the family
room where I was watching TV. The fact is that -
given I hated school so much - that I had blocked
out thinking about what the rest of you on that
day. I don't remember anything in 5th grade after
that weekend.
Thanks for reminding me what was happening at
Lewis and Clark on November 22, 1963.
-Geoff Rothwell (71)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/4/00
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8 Bombers sent stuff:
Dennis Hoxie (54), Jessie Willoughby (60),
Helen Cross (62), Ann McCue (63),
Linda Reining (64), Judi Wilson (65),
Glenda Gray (66), Danny Bowling (70)
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>>From: Dennis Hoxie (54)
To Gary May (58):
I read your note about Danny Neth (57). Do you
know where his older brother, Sam, is? Maybe you
didn't know him. The first time I recognized a
name. I played football with Sam & Danny back in
53-54 and was wondering if you might know?
-Dennis Hoxie (54)
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>>From: Jessie Willoughby (60)
RE: Mr. St. John
I just have to get my two cents in about Mr.
St. John. I had him for Speech in 9th grade. I
attribute Mr. St. John to my overcoming my shyness
in speaking in front of others and, especially in
front of a crowd. Many times I have told others
about my ninth grade speech teacher and his way of
helping me to become a better speaker. Before
having Mr. St. John for a teacher, I was scared to
death to speak in front of a crowd (and even in
front of a small group). He helped me to be
unafraid and even to enjoy speaking in front of
people. Mr. St. John uplifted me, encouraged me to
learn all I could about the beautiful gift of
communicating with others, and to continue
learning all I could about speaking. I was
therefore comfortable In high school when we had
to debate in English class and I even enjoyed it.
At college, (after the age of 44), I was
awarded for my speaking abilities by winning best
speaker for the year in our dorm and was included
in the finals at the end of the year (I didn't win
that one). During my adult years, with the
encouragement of my wonderful husband, I joined
Toastmasters, earned my "Competent Toastmaster's
Certificate" and became qualified to judge speech
contests. I even spoke on National Public Radio
once. Because of the encouragement that I was
given by Mr. St. John (probably unbeknownst to
him) I am now able to speak in front of people in
a way that I believe would never have happened
without the uplifting way that Mr. St. John had of
encouraging us to to our best in everything that
we try and to be unafraid of making a fool of
ourselves when we do try.
-Jessie Willoughby (60)
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>>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62)
Thanks to John Adkins (62) having the patience
of Job, I just got to see some of the photos we
have on file. What a hoot to see us as little
kids, all those years ago. I will be looking for
some I have somewhere, and then need advice to get
them on the web.
I was at CBC when John Kennedy was assassinated. I
went down to History class and there was no one
there. One kid came in and said the President has
just been shot. I thought he was kidding, but when
I went back to the lounge area, there was a TV
blaring the news. Can't say I remember what I was
wearing, but I do remember vividly where I was
when that happened. This is such a neat thing to
be able to chat with friends we haven't seen for
ages. Just seeing the photos jogged my memory
some. I am looking forward to the reunion.
-Helen Cross Kirk (62)
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>>From: Ann McCue Hewett (63)
Okay... I have been lurking in the background for
months now! All the discussion about Mr. St. John
got me to remembering (and there are a lot of
memories long gone, never to return, I fear). I
took 2 years of speech..... does anyone else
remember how he counted how many AND UHs were
used in our speeches? Especially the impromptu ones!
I think of him when listening to people being
interviewed and wish someone would be counting the
LIKEs and the YOU KNOWs people use so often today!
-Ann McCue Hewett (63)
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>>From: Linda Reining (64)
Been re-reading some entries and haven't seen
much about "favorite" teachers from Carmichael:
anyone "out there" remember: Miss Ruby (7th grade
home-room); Mrs. Bernhardt (8th grade home-room);
Mrs. Clair (9th grade home-room). How about Miss
Olney? She taught Health and I think,
Science?????? Was in 9th grade and her high school
sweetheart "found" her and if memory serves, they
married. Can anyone "verify"? :) memory is just
not what is used to be on this "old grey mare". :)
Does anyone remember Mrs. Deusner (spelling?) ---
she taught Science --- remember a boy falling
asleep in her class and she walked over to the
windowsill and got a jar of formaldehyde and put
it under his nose to wake him up!!!!!! Shudder to
think of the brain cells that she must have
destroyed! Mr. Anderson --- principal - impressed
that he seemed to know all the names of the new
students by the end of the first quarter.
Enough rememberings for this time.
-Linda Reining (64)
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>>From: Judi Wilson Johnson (65)
RE: bomb drills
I was thinking about those bomb drills and
remembered when I lived in Manhattan, Kansas (my
now ex was stationed at Ft. Riley). I'd fallen
asleep and somewhere in the sleep-haze I heard air
raid sirens. I immediately flashed back to the
hallway at Marcus Whitman and then I remembered I
was in Kansas and couldn't figure out how those
enemy planes had made it all the way to Kansas.
Then I woke up enough to remember "oh oh. This is
Kansas and they have tornados and that must be
what's happening and how come the welcome wagon
didn't meet us as we came into town to instruct us
poor post air raid traumatized people how to handle
tornados". So I sat in the closet with a blanket
on my head. I still shake my head on that one. Do
they ever blow those sirens anymore?
-Judi Wilson Johnson (65)
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>>From: Glenda Gray (66)
I had to respond about Mr. Harvey... I remember
him well... humorous, kind, gentle, matter-of-fact
and was the closest I ever came to looking a
teacher in the eye!
-Glenda Gray McClure (66)
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>>From: Danny Bowling (70)
I have really enjoyed reading the alumni
sandstorm over the last few weeks (I just recently
started getting it). It sure brings back a flood
of memories. The shelter belt of trees was
significant to me.
We lived in many different houses but during
some of my school years we were on Cedar street.
That was just a few blocks from the shelter belt
of trees between town and the Yakima river. Some
of my fondest memories are of days spent poking
around in the backwaters of the river; catching
carp, frogs, and turtles on hot summer days.
Then came the motorcycle mania. I could push my
Honda a few blocks to the edge of town at the
shelter belt and from there I could go anywhere it
seemed. For a kid too young to get a driver's
license this was living large.
The 30 year reunion for class of '70 this
summer should be fun. I've seen a few folks around
in the last few years. Dennis Heath, Andy Craig
and I communicate regularly (the three stooges). I
run into Zinns at Priest lake nearly every summer.
Dick Rushworth and Rick May were at my house about
two years ago for a visit before we went to a crab
feed fund raiser together. Mark Almond's daughter
and my daughter were pals at school for two years
before I realized our Bomber connection. I bet
there are more of us in my home area (near
Puyallup) than I know.
To Patty Stordahl (72):
We were neighbors on Jadwin for a few years.
That was a fun neighborhood.
-Danny Bowling (70)
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14 Bombers and 1 Bomber offspring today.
Craig Buchanan (57), Janet Wilgus (59),
Larry Houck (59), Frank Osgard (63WB),
Kathy Rathvon (63), Mary Finch (63),
Billy Didway (66), Peggy Jones (67),
Rick Maddy (67), Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68),
Anna Durbin (69), Sandy Clark (71),
Linda Smith (72), Patty Stordahl (72),
Offspring of Dana LaChapelle (73)
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>>From: Craig Buchanan (57)
To Dennis Hoxie (54)
You refer to Danny Neth's brother. You
indicated his name was Sam. Don't you mean Ted.
Ted, Danny's older brother, played football in
those years. Also, after college Ted was an
instructor at Columbia Basin Jr. College (C.B.C.).
Before he retired from CBC he was the director of
the art department. Ted was very skilled. I do not
know if Ted and his wife remain in Richland.
-Craig Buchanan (57)
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>>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
RE: Some Carmichael Teachers
Ah, such distant memories, of course, Mr.
Anderson who was there to keep order with the
likes of Dean Armstrong (59) and other
obstreperous youngsters, but for 7th grade
homeroom, I was lucky enough to have Mrs. Edwards
- she was funny and used to raise parakeets and
would bring them to class.
Mr. Dunton was so in tune with us and our
typical Jr. High minds - loved to embarrass us,
challenge us to dredge up enough courage to SING
in front of the whole school and looking back now,
I recognize not only what a huge man he was (he
got a kick out of giving Charley Horse bites to
guys - got their attention for certain) but also
what a huge talent he was musically - we
eventually gave rather accomplished variety shows
and performances and above all we were exposed to
classical and "broadway" choral music.
Also, we had quite a fun time in Mr. Kingsley's
8th grade homeroom, drove Mr. Klucas crazy, and I
think we probably could have taught Miss (I use
miss - don't think she ever married - answer to
another contributor's question) Olney a few things
about "health education."
My husband, Tom (59), remembers Mr. Martin as
his favorite - told him he could do well in school
if he even tried (hope Mr. M. learned that Tom did
eventually excel and in physics!) Our gang of
"gurls" all seemed to really love Miss Lusabrink
and Mrs. Anderson - home ec.
And then there was poor Mrs. Johnson (she was
one forceful woman) who created the "dog house"
for those of us in beginning algebra who couldn't
get the "signs right." (That was me... she
eventually got tired of seeing my face after
school and told me I didn't have to be in the "dog
house" any more - just try to do better.)
Mr. Ellis was a terrific band instructor and I
apologize for omissions here, but these are just a
few of the dedicated teachers who took on this
daunting task of educating the hoards of teenagers
that passed through Carmichael. (I mean "passed
through," too, for as I recall the last thing on
our minds was actually learning anything! But we
did...) I look forward to more about Cougar
teachers who taught Cougar Cubs.
-Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
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[Janet - Mrs. Johnson was my favorite teacher
after grade school days. She was the best. -Maren]
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>>From: Larry Houck (59)
To Linda Reining (64)
I was gone before you got to Carmichael but I
remember all of those good teachers, Miss Ruby,
Mrs. Bernhardt, Miss. Olney, one other that I
remember Mrs. Edwards and last Mr. Anderson. One
other I almost forgot Mr. Clayton.
Good times were had there as well as Col Hi.
Thanks for the memories.
-Larry Houck (59)
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>>From: Frank Osgard (63WB)
It’s not like I don’t do nothin’ but watch TV,
but earlier this week Her Bossiness and I were
watching wrestling. She got the remote again, and
I was no more than putty in her hands.
I had a friend whose Grandparents lived in a
prefab on Adams, about the 500 block. They had the
very first TV I can recall, this had to have been
about ’53. They had Cable, for what it was worth.
My friend Mitchell, that was his name, and I used
to go over and watch what we could, when we could.
His grandparents, who everyone called Uncle Ed and
Aunt Lollie, kept the blinds pulled and the lights
turned down low so the picture tube wouldn't wear
out.
They had a ceramic black panther on top of the
set, with red jewels in it’s eyes and a gold chain
around it’s neck. They always had little dishes of
nuts and hard ribbon candy on TV trays. They later
had the first TV remote control I ever saw, it was
shaped like a potato gun but worked like a flash
light.
Among our favorites, was wrestling on Friday
night. Not that vanilla flavored crap you see now
days on TBS, but “Texas Wrasslin’”. And it was
real. Later we used to watch Shag Thomas and
Luther Lindsey on Sundays sponsored by some
dentist in Spokane. This guy validated parking,
gave terms (30 days same as cash) and no discount
for Canadian money. He also sponsored some guy
singing hymns and old favorites every afternoon,
for his present and future false teeth customers.
I can still remember the afternoon programming,
when we got our TV. School let out at 3:15pm, I
beat feet home to practice piano for 30 minutes,
and then Howdy Doody at 4pm, Pinkie Lee at 4:30.
Mickey Mouse Club was at 5:00p for an hour.
Someplace in there were The Little Rascals on
Channel 6. Your could never show the Little
Rascals today, too bad, they were at least as
funny as Urkel.
Before cable there was antenna TV, with Uncle
Jimmy’s Club House at 4pm on KIMA, I've still got
my membership card (#213). Uncle Jimmy, who seemed
to do everything at the station, was followed by
some crabby old fart called Montana Tom. Tom got
the shoe, none too soon, and was replaced by Bert
Wells. My sister's Blue Bird troop was on the Bert
Wells show, and sang some song in Chinese. At
least they said it was Chinese, and it sounded
like Chinese. I remember watching it, ‘cause I had
this flannel cloth slathered with Vicks around my
neck. To this day, Campfire mints still taste like
Vicks, not peppermint.
I knew I was getting old, when I recognized the
cowboy movies they serialized for 10 minutes each
afternoon, as flicks I’d seen “first run” at the
Village. I used to make my little brother cry, by
telling him what was going to happen. Still do,
but he was a 7-5 kind of kid. Mickey Mouse Club
also had some great serials, Corky and Black
Shadow, Spin and Marty, The Hardy Boys and some
kid named Moochey. The Mousketeers, were as
unfathomable in ’57 as Chief Joe Girls were five
years later. Annette had some great ears for
thirteen, but was the same age as by sister, so I
looked elsewhere. Some girl with big teeth, don’t
remember her name and what was with that Jimmy
Dodd guy and Uncle Roy?
There were some great shows like Topper, Mr.
Peepers, Sid Cesar, Ernie Kovacs and my Pop’s
favorite Tennessee Ernie Ford. The Old Man loved
to laugh, and was keen on the “not so subtle” like
Bilko, The Real McCoys and Jack Benny. Humor was
so much more simple in black and white. They
didn't have fourteen year olds, playing eight year
olds, talking like adults. Being Politically
correct, was at least a man on the moon away.
Don’t know that I want to go back to those days,
but it sure was fun while we were there.
Kids are fighting over the remote, so I gotta
go break it up. Brittney Spears or Bay Watch, I
wish these kid’s hormones would get in sych.
Now it's time to say goodbye..............
Frank
p.s. The person with big teeth was named Darlene,
who it turns out just might have been John Elway's
sister.
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>>From: Kathy Rathvon (63)
RE: giggles
How about a BOMBER night ut at Giggles on Sat.,
March 11th to cheer on Brad Upton (74)? I'm there!
-Kathy Rathvon (63)
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>>From: Mary Finch Miller (63)
RE: Cool Desert Nights
Could anyone help me out with information on
the Cool Desert Nights car show? I need a name and
address to inquire about a registration form to
enter the car show.
Thanks!
-Mary Finch Miller (63)
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>>From: Bill Didway (66)
Anyone who went to Jason Lee in the late 50's.:
Who was the teacher, and what grade were we in,
who would ask us what poem we would want her to
read, and it was always the same poem, "The Pirate
Dunkirk Of Dowdee"?
I can still remember the first line of the
poem. Anyone?
-Bill Didway (66)
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>>From: Peggy Jones Snow (67)
RE: Mr. Saint John
I have been amazed by all the entries
remembering and appreciating Mr. St. John (Chief
Jo Speech teacher). I too remember him but perhaps
in a slightly different light. I took Speech in
7th grade, knowing I would have to get over being
shy and hating to stand up in front of any group
to speak. The very first short talk had me pretty
nervous and I cannot even remember what I spoke
about. I stood up... spoke the required length of
time and waited for Mr. St. John's immediate
evaluation. He said, (something like) "Your talk
was basically fine except for the Gypsy-Rose Lee
strip tease you performed."
It seems I had been so nervous that I clenched
and un-clenched my hands, each time grabbing my
skirt and pulling it up a few inches! I was
totally mortified.
It has only been this year, at work, that I
have gotten even remotely comfortable speaking to
a group. I have learned, finally, that there are
lots worse things in life than giving a talk...
and, if I have to make a presentation, well, I
never wear a skirt.
I have seen no mention of Scott Clark (65)
anywhere on any of the Alumni pages. Does anyone
know where / how Scott is??
-Peggy Jones Snow (67)
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>>From: Rick Maddy (67)
RE: siren
To Judi Wilson Johnson (65)
If you are asking if they still have tornado
warning sirens - yes. I was in Minnesota with a
friend, Fifer, in June, 1998. We were in a motor
home parked on the edge of some highway near this
small town named after some lake. We were standing
outside in the dark of night admiring the stars.
Very quickly the weather deteriorated; the wind
started to howl, it clouded over, started raining
sideways, and the siren went off in the town.
Sitting inside the motor home and staring out the
window, Fifer asked, "What's that!?!" I told him
it was a tornado warning. A bit concerned, I asked
him what the heck we were supposed to do now!?!
Fifer said we needed to go to the basement.
Here on Maui, they have a loud tsunami siren
that goes off at noon on the first of every month
to knock out the rust and keep everyone tap
dancing. It is about five hundred yards down the
street. The siren is still catching me off guard
because I usually do not know what day, or time,
it is.
-Rick Maddy (67)
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>>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
RE: Thoughts on 50 years of the Spudnut Shop
To Val Ghirado Driver (72)
Dear Val,
I moved from Richland to Boulder, Colorado in
1993 while my husband did some graduate school
work. During a time when we were trying to decide
whether or not to move back to Richland in 1994,
or to wait another year, I had the strangest
dream. It was a nightmare, really. I woke up
yelling, "Oh, no!! Oh, no!!" The dream was that
the Spudnut Shop had burned down. Being big
believers in the significance of dreams, we
decided that this was an indication that it was
time for us to get back to Richland, and mend some
family fences -- the Spudnut Shop having been such
a big part of my family memories.
You see, I was the youngest of three daughters,
and as such, I was my Daddy's "Buddy". I was
raised in many ways as the son he never had. And
so we did many, many special things together --
Saturday visits to the lumber yard, trips to
Ganzel's Barber Shop (I watched only!), etc. And
almost every outing we ended with a visit to the
Spudnut shop.
In the late 70's, my sister and I brought our
total of five sons to the Spudnut Shop. (Sorry for
all the messes, by the way!) Then time moved on
..... the kids grew up, and Daddy got older, and
sadly my relationship with him became more and
more distant.
However, Daddy developed dementia in his later
years, and I became his guardian. That sounds sad,
but actually his last 3.5 years brought us back
together as "Buddies" again. Although he lived in
a nursing home, I took him for outings often. One
of our special places was still the Spudnut shop.
One of my favorite photos of the two of us was
taken there just a few years ago. Daddy died on
12/26/98, but I still come to the Spudnut shop
once in awhile -- and I can still feel him there
with me. My sister has a 1-yr-old granddaughter
who I bring along occasionally. Someday I'll be
bringing grandkids of my own there.
Don't ever, ever, ever let the Spudnut Shop
close. There is no place else in the world that is
so able to bring wonderful memories ALIVE in my
heart! And don't EVER change the decor. It is
SUPPOSED to be just the way it is. No fancy
upgrades!! Just keep making those wonderful raised
glazed and chocolate covered Spudnuts --- oh,
yeah, and the cinnamon rolls. Keep the coffee on,
the soup & sandwich menu straightforward.
The Spudnut shop predates me by only some
months -- I will be 50 in October. Coming from
long-lived people, I figure I've probably got many
years left on this earth, God-willing. But I want
there to be Spudnuts served at my Celebration of
Life after I have passed on. So keep on keeping
on, Val.
CONGRATULATIONS ON 50 YEARS, AND THANK YOU FOR ALL
THE SPUDNUT SHOP MEANS TO ME, AND TO SO MANY OTHERS!!!
Best wishes,
-Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
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>>From: Anna Durbin (69)
RE: Happy Birthday Spudnuts!
To Val Ghirado Driver (72)
Dear Val:
We were there last summer for a Bomber Reunion
and to pass on to my daughters the taste of the
wondrous Spudnut which has not been copied. They
like your maple bars, too. I will wear my purple
spudnut t-shirt in your honor in a far location.
All Hail the Makers of the Spudnuts.
Love,
-Anna Durbin (69)
RHS '69 (Stanford '73, Yale Law '76) Ardmore, PA
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>>From: Sandy Clark Chamberlin (71)
Just recently found out about Alumni Sandstorm
from Lynn Carey (Doug & Dwight's Mom) It has been
great reading the entries, even though so many are
older that me. Recently, though some from the 70's
classes have responded.
Saw Patty Stordahl's (72) letter:
Not sure you would remember me right away. We
were in Youth Group at Rich. All church many years
ago. It would be great to see you. Also, it
inspired me to see guys my age in the Cardio kick
boxing class at CBRC. Pat Harty and Cal Soldat. I
love it!!!! It's finally becoming "do able". Hope
to be able to recognize a bunch of our class at
the reunion. I need to find "somebodies" to hang
out with, I doubt my other half will go. Hope alot
of you can go.!!!!!
-Sandy Clark Chamberlin (71)
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>>From: Linda Smith Davis (72)
RE: Mr. St. John
I had speech with Mr. St. John in 7th grade.
There were only about 4 girls and the rest guys in
the class. I was extremely shy and found I could
make it through a prepared speech fairly well. I
was absolutely mortified to be picked as the
secretary during parliamentary proceedings, but
managed to get through that, too. Then came the
dreaded debate. When this came up I went to Mr.
St. John and told him there was no way I could do
debate - I would freeze up, pass out or throw up.
He told me firmly I could do it and I would flunk
if I didn't. Of course Debbie Bennett and I got
the great subject of whether Puerto Rico should be
a state. At 13 I had never even heard of Puerto
Rico. We studied and found all we could. We were
all given a few minutes in the hall to gather
ourselves together. Debbie was in great need of
valium and I must have looked bad because Mr. St.
John came out put his arm around me and said I
didn't have to do this and he would not flunk me.
I just don't think he wanted me passing out up
there. I did go ahead do the our debate of which I
remember walking up there and returning to my seat
- nothing in between.
Hey debbie - didn't we get a B on that? I think
I looked scary enough that the guys who were very
good at debate went easy on us. Although that
class at times had horror for me, I now can talk
in front of people and remember that I'll never be
that afraid again. Thanks Mr. St. John. For those
who haven't seen him he is like Dick Clark - he
doesn't age.
-Linda Smith Davis (72)
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>>From: Patty Stordahl (72)
To Danny Bowling (70):
Yes, I do remember your name. How are you after
all these years? Are you going to the reunion?
Do you still live in Richland? Many great things
have happened to me since Bomber days.
I am in the Seattle area now and love it. All
my neighborhoods were wonderful. Lots of kids and
bug smog to ride behind. Man, Jadwin Ave. next to
Stevie and Marjorie Adkins. Margie and I used to
play Barbie dolls a lot.
Then came Keller where Mom ran over every cat
in the neighborhood I think. At least it seemed
that way.
Then good old Butternut. Man that is where bad
things happened but I lived there till I graduated
from Col. - Hi.
Do you remember Wayne Wallace and Peter Brandt?
They lived on the South side of VanGiesen and
Peter and I still hang out today. He is still as
funny as ever.
Let me know what you are doing and if you have
a big family. I sure do and it is growing all the
time.
Take Care and thanks for the mention and memory
of me.
-Patty Stordahl (72)
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>>From: Dana Rios, Offspring of Dana LaChapelle (73)
Hi everybody!! Hope everybody is having a
wonderful day! =) My mother, (Dana LaChapelle)
went to Col. High School. She graduated in 1973. I
think she had a great time with everybody.
Thanx everybody!!!!!!
-Dana Rios - Offspring of Dana LaChapelle (73)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/6/00
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16 Bombers sent stuff:
Ralph Myrick (51), Gus Keeney (57),
Dennis Barr (58), Burt Pierard (59),
Helen Cross (62), Kenny Wright (63),
Peg Sheeran (63), Carol Converse (64),
Jamie Worley (64), Maren Smyth (64),
Pam Ehinger (67), Joe Largé (68),
Betti Avant (69), Dan Turner (70WB),
Vicki Owens (72), Debra Dawson (74WB)
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>>From: Ralph Myrick (51)
Ted and Billy Neth still live in Richland.
Billy worked out in the area, I believe and has
retired. Ted was head of the Arts Department at
CBC. I don't know if he has retired or not. I see
Robert Neth every once in a while as well as
Becky. I remember Becky when she was a baby the
most - she would crawl into my room at Jefferson
when Billy worked there. We all had fun hiding her
from Billy. Billy and Ted were two of my favorite
parents.
-Ralph Myrick (51)
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>>From: Gus Keeney (57)
RE: Spudnut Shop
All the time while growing up (?) in Richland,
the Spudnut shop was always a great place to get
together with friends. My Dad, Ray Keeney (who a
lot of you know) was always fond of the place.
Every time I came back to Richland, he always made
it a point to take me to the Spudnut Shop which
was always in the same location. He and Mom both
have Dementia and are living in assisted care in
Kennewick at this point. My younger brother, Jack
(65) says the last time he was there to see the
folks, they went to the Spudnut Shop and Dad even
remembered a few things.
Anyway, Congratulations on the 50th year
Spudnut Shop From us Oregonians now.
-Gus Keeney (57)
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>>From: Dennis Barr (58)
To Dennis Hoxie (54)
Dennis,
I think Crag was right in his suggestion to you
that the school mate you might be thinking of, is
Sam Nagely (spelling) not Neth. I remember you and
Sam playing some great football for the Bombers
back then. I had a cousin playing around that time
too: Hal "Pappy" Andress (54). Maybe you remember
him? I think Sam went on to play at Stanford if my
memory serves me... I believe that Gene Stephens
(54) was also playing ball at that time. You guys
were the Big Bombers then, that we upstarts
followed every Friday night. I think that there
were some Blue Devils called Cox and Derby that
played at that time too??
To Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59):
Janet,
Your mention of favorite teachers, you brought
back one of mine too. Mrs. Edwards was a very
special teacher wasn't she? I first met her as my
P.E. teacher at John Ball, and then later as my
home room teacher at Carmichael. She still has
that special something, or maybe it's that student
teacher thing?? She's a neat lady! If you should
want to drop her an E-mail, I have that address
for you?? Let me know..
-Dennis Barr (58)
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>>From: Burt Pierard (59)
It has been brought to my attention that since
R2K is being called the All Bomber Reunion, the
classes that graduated before "The Bomb" was
dropped and the all student assembly in Oct. 1945
that changed the school nickname, might be
excluded because they were The Beavers. This
includes the classes of 1943, 1944 and 1945.
Nothing can be further from the truth. You are
all "Honorary Bombers" and thus are cordially
invited!
Bomber (Beaver) cheers,
-Burt Pierard (59)
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>>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62)
There has been so much mentioned about what a
great speech teacher Chief Jo had, I want to write
that we also had a great speech teacher, among
many dedicated teachers, in Mr. Bouchart. I had
him for 7th grade speech and I learned some
valuable lessons in his class that have helped me
over the years.
The first was: it's better to be prepared when
possible and also to give others a second chance.
Early in the year, I gambled that I wouldn't be
called on to give a certain speech, and as luck
would have it, I was one of the first he called on
to give the speech. I told him I wasn't prepared,
but I would be the next day. The next day he
called on me, I was prepared and gave the speech,
and he gave me a passing grade. He also
complemented me for getting my act together, and
we went on, me always trying to be prepared from
then on. But he didn't label me, and accepted me
for what I was, and that helped me to keep trying
when I really might not want to try.
Carmichael had alot of good teachers, I'm sure
all of them helped me in some way.
But as I think back on what I have used the
most, I want to give credit to Miss Brown and her
typing class. I could go on and on about teachers
who were so special to me, but I won't, just let
me say I know how lucky I was to have had them,
and wish I'd appreciated them more when I could
have told them so.
-Helen Cross Kirk (62)
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>>From: Kenny Wright (63)
RE: a paperboy & Spudnuts
For a couple of years at the very beginning of
my teenage phase I knew every house and every dog
on every block in the south end in the dark. I was
your Spokane Review paperboy. I put a lot of miles
on my Schwinn over those black top streets. But
what I remember most was after the last paper was
thrown, if I had time before school (on weekends
not a problem), I would ride up to the Spudnut
Shop for a fresh one. I must have been an odd
sight riding up on my bicycle in the early AM. I
was the only kid there with all the adults and
their coffee mugs (I did not drink coffee at the
time).
I was in Richland last August and had another
one which was not like the ones I remember; I will
try again this June (sans Schwinn).
Congrats for the 50th of a Richland icon.
-Kenny (63)
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>>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63)
To Val Ghirado Driver (72)
Hi Val!
So glad you and your family have stuck by it
all these years. You know the Sheeran Family's
enjoyed your presence... all of us. Happy 50th!!
-Peg Sheeran Finch (63)
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>>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64)
Seems like I've been hiding in the background
for a long time now. Well, that's how it goes
sometimes, right?
To Frank Osgard (63WB)
Reading about all the TV shows on TV back in
the early 50's brings back so many memories. I had
forgotten some of them, but now that they are
foremost on my mind, I don't think I ever missed a
one. You mentioned that they wouldn't put Little
Rascals on now a days. In some parts of the
country the reruns are on, as my 6 year old
granddaughter has watched them. She thinks they
are the best and very funny!
To Val Ghirado Driver (72)
Happy 50th Birthday of the Spudnut Shop!!! Oh,
the Spudnut Shop and the memories! Many hours were
spent in the shop growing up in Richland. Going
there after getting out of the movies to call my
folks and have a Spudnut while waiting for them to
come get us... Going to the shop each time us
girls would go uptown, which was most Saturdays.
After moving to Kennewick a few years after
graduation and then up to Wenatchee, I hadn't been
in the shop for several years. The first time
going back to Richland, my husband and I just had
to go to the Spudnut Shop. He had never been
there. I was very surprised at the changes! And
the crowd!! Could hardly find a place to sit! I
guess I just didn't realize how very popular your
shop is still today. I hope it ALWAYS stays open,
as it's one of the very last places that holds so
many memories of Richland. Seems most of the other
places are being torn down or have already been
torn down for new stores, etc. Last summer, at my
35th reunion, I received a coupon for a dozen free
spudnuts. Were we ever disappointed to learn that
you are closed on Sundays. I still have it and
plan on getting my free dozen Spudnuts this summer
at the all alumni reunion.
-Carol Converse Maurer (64)
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>>From: Jamie Worley (64)
RE: Spudnut Shop Anniversary
Thank you, I just happen to be in Richland.
Celebrating Mrs. Scott's (Judy Scott Tastula '64)
88th birthday. I have known her since I was 5 and
lived at 1412 Goethals and the Scotts lived at
1406 Judson.
-Jamie Worley (64)
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>>From: Maren Smyth (63/64)
It's Iditarod Dog Sled Race time again. You
can keep up with the "Last Great Race" here:
http://www.iditarod.com/
Bomber cheers,
Maren Smyth (/63/64)
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (67)
Questions Re Cool Desert Nights:
Go to the Richland Chamber of Commerce or call
(509) 943-3614 or 964-1615 They will have all the
info you may need to get on the Cool Desert
Nights! It's $40 now or $45 after June 1st. That's
to enter a car.
"Men in the Making" will be back [Friday
Night]!! They put on a great show!! Better than
"the Kingsmen" [Saturday Night]! Both dances will
be great hope we can fit all this in with the
Reunion that will make for One Big Party!!
Hope I answered some of your questions!
Bombers Rule
-Pam Ehinger (67)
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>>From: Joe Largé (68)
To Frank Osgard (63WB):
Are you, perhaps, talking about:
Doctor Gowan (or Cowan), Peerless Dentist?
-Joe Largé (68)
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>>From: Betti Avant (69)
RE: Spudnut Shop memory
I remember when I was in grade school, then Jr.
High my friends and I would go (walk that is) to
the Uptown shopping area on Saturday mornings. We
basically would just look, but sometimes we would
actually spend some of our allowance on something
really important. One place we would always buy
something was at the Spudnut Shop. It wouldn't
always be a spudnut, but rather lunch, but those
were good too. My cousin, John Bruntlett (54),
worked in the shop while he was in High School.
He still talks about it.
Happy Birthday
-Betti Avant (69)
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>>From: Dan Turner (70WB)
To: Mike Crow (70)
Hi Mike,
You may not remember but I spent a few
afternoons at the machine next to yours at
Ernie's. If you find out what ever happened to
Ernie let me know. I must have spent half my
sophomore year and all my junior year at his
place. Learned a lot about nine ball, eight ball,
straight pool, 14-1 and which pin ball machine
would give you extra games when dropped. Things
that have stood me in good stead ever since.
Remember how he used to clinch his Salems between
his teeth when smoking. Never could do that. Oh
well. I now live in a small town in Alaska and
believe it or not have served on the school board.
That should really surprise some of my old
teachers.
-Dan Turner (70WB)
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>>From: Vicki Owens (72)
To Frank Osgard (63WB)
That must have been Dr. David Cowan, of the
Peerless Dentists in Spokane. Don't ask me where
THAT came from, but when you mentioned "pro
'rasslin'" it just came hopping to the forefront
of my mine. I hope unloading it will free up a
little cerebral space to store some far more
important information?!
-Vicki Owens (72)
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>>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
RE: 1960's memories of Richland
Since I've received a couple of responses to my
inquiries of JFK's Hanford visit, bomb drills and
bomb shelters in Richland, here are a few more
memories to ponder...
Remember the weird, talcum powder dirt around
Welsian Pond, and the unique smell of the area? I
think they've long since paved that paradise and
put up a parking lot. Ah, well, it was mosquito
heaven.
That strange, white, cone-shaped building which
used to be located at a cement company down on the
Yakima River is now called "The Fingernail" at
Howard Amon Park, and stages music, comedy, and
evangelism. Anyone know what the original
architect had in mind? We always puzzled over the
shape and purpose of that building.
To Jim Moran (87):
I'm old and crusty enough to have seen JFK when
he visited Hanford and to remember that I was in
school at Marcus Whitman when his death was
announced. The flag was lowered to half mast. But
I also remember the tragic Challenger Space
Shuttle explosion, January 28, 1986. I was SO
envious of the civilians that were selected to go
along with NASA elites. Of course, I watched the
launch on tv, and the shocking, tragic end to our
dreams of "real people" jet setting to the stars. I
certainly shed tears for Christa McAuliffe, her
students, and her family.
But let's face it. Reagan was shot at more than
once, and since he survived, no one had that sense
of time standing still while the entire world
focused on one event. The media kept telling us
how popular Reagan was in the polls, but I never
met anyone who admitted to voting for him (besides
myself), and I get the sense that not a lot of
tears would have been shed in his passing. Sorry.
He never got caught having extra-marital affairs
or trying to kill Castro, but somehow he just
wasn't in the same league as JFK. And few images
will ever tug at the heartstrings like that of
John, Jr. saluting his father at graveside.
To Couch Potato Frank Osgard (63WB):
Remember the Sky King show? The only reason I
do is because he came to the Tri Cities to sign
autographs back in his heyday, probably 1965 (?).
Somewhere in my memorabilia I have his autograph
and a picture of us together next to his airplane.
The show was a lot like Rin Tin Tin, but the hero
was a man who flew around rescuing people.
My personal hero about this time was Herb Ganz,
father of my best friend, Kathy Ganz, West
Richland. Herb took us for a flight in his own
small plane. We did loop-de-loops and flew above
the patchwork quilt of Benton County, a much
better adventure than any tv show or carnival
ride! Wow. I'm sure he doesn't know how much that
meant to me...
-Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/7/00
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10 Bombers sent stuff:
Marilyn Richey (53), Carol Bishop (57),
Marsha Lawell (60), Paula Beardsley (62),
June Smith (63), Patty Eckert (68),
Phil Jones (69), Mary Jane Smith (70),
Mike Crow (70), Kim Lampton (74)
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)
To Dennis Barr (58)
Your piece about some football players to
Dennis Hoxie (54) was interesting. Yes Sam Nagley
played for the Bombers and graduated in (55). He
either played tackle or guard. He also had a
brother John (54). I do think Sam went on to
Stanford but I don't remember if he played there.
Dennis Hoxie (54) played with Larry Blackburn (54),
Lloyd Kent (54), Kenny Gardner (54), Gene Stephens
(54), etc. and they were a good team.
As for players named Cox, etc. for Walla Walla,
they graduated in 1952 and Walla Walla was the #1
team in the state. Bobby Cox went to the UW his
frosh year and then transferred to Univ. of
Minnesota. He was a great athlete at that time in
the state. He was also on the state championship
basketball team of 1952.
The 1952 game between the Bombers an Wa-Hi game
was in Bomber Bowl then and they had to bring in
extra bleachers as there were about 10,000 at the
game. They were rated #1 and Bombers #2. They beat
the Bombers in the last minute of the game. It was
one of the best games I ever saw in that stadium.
To Val - Spudnut Shop
I remember the day your family opened the Shop
and I think the Spudnuts were a dime at the time.
I know my family - especially my brother Don (47)
- went to the shop every morning for coffee and a
Spudnut along with many men in the area before
they went to work. I remember your grandfather and
uncle at the time of the opening along with your
father. It was a neat place to go and just relax.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY - it is still a place that
people remember from their past of growing up in
Richland.
-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Carol Bishop Horne (57)
To Helen Cross (62):
I have been waiting for someone to remember Mr.
Bouchard..... Gene kept telling me to write and
see if anyone remembered him beside me..... I gave
him such a bad time in 8th grade.... one day he
went in to the boys bathroom right across from his
classroom.... and someone.... pushed me in the
bathroom door.... so I went all the way in and
hollered at him.... can't remember what I said
tho..... anyway.... shame on me... I was always
sitting out in the hall... for one reason or
another.... but I really did like him!!!
-Carol Bishop Horne (57)
PS..... I gave Susie your email address.... but
Sandy said she doesn't have her computer hooked
up....
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>>From: Marsha Lawell Hathcox (60)
Billie and Ted Neth do indeed still live in
Richland and four of their five children still
live in the general area (Robert Neth and his wife
live on the coast). Ted retired from his CBC
position a year ago last December. But he has not
retired from his art - - in fact he probably works
more now than ever before - he is in high demand
for his sculptures and design work. The Education
Pathfinder Award recently received by Washington's
Gov. Locke was designed and sculpted by Ted. Ted
also designs and makes the trophy each year for
the hydro-plane races held here in the Tri-Cities,
among many other endeavors. Billie and Ted are
both healthy and enjoying life to the fullest.
(Billie is my sister.) I think the Sam you
confused Ted with was Sam Nageley - they both
played football and were the best of friends.
-Marsha Lawell Hathcox (60)
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>>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62)
To Mary Finch Miller (63):
You asked for an address for Cool Desert
Nights. You can write to the Richland Chamber of
Commerce, 515 Lee Blvd., Richland, WA 99352. They
will be happy to send out a registration form
which will include a schedule for CDN activities
for the weekend.
-Paula Beardsley Glenn (62)
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>>From: June Smith Colletti (63)
Speaking about the Speech teachers........
I thought his name is Mr. Bouchard (Carmichael).
I had him 2 yrs. I still remember the Gettysburg
address and the famous Marc Anthony speech! Then
there was Mrs. Luckey in High School. I had her 2
or 3 yrs. I loved the impromptu speeches, getting
up and talking about something you knew nothing
about! The classes have helped me all my adult
life. I have no problem going into a room of
strangers and coming out of the room with new
friends. Someone has to make the first approach.
I always did. Tnx to all the teachers!
-June Smith Colletti (63)
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>>From: Patty Eckert Weyers (68)
RE: Spudnut Shop, Uptown Richland
Congratulations Val for you and your family
contributing so many wonderful years. I am 50
myself this year and its been a remarkable memory
for me. When I was a girl, and we had a '55 Ford
station wagon we called the "Blue Goose", on
special occasions we would all load up and get a
dozen glazed Spudnuts from your establishment,
like no others made and then stop at Tasty Freeze
for a qr. of soft ice cream and head home and
enjoy this marvelous treat.......
I went to school with Sharon at CK and recall
many stories about how your father would be there
in the shop at 2 a.m. making the dough for that
days business. It would always surprise me how
dedicated one had to be to produce such a business
and its this same dedication that has still today,
50 years later, given all of us in BomberLand such
an incredible place to recall good times and make
new ones when again visiting. Hope this June we
can make more with our Eckert Clan and even take
pictures! For a business in today's world being
home-owned and operated for 50 years should be
recognized by Richland and the Tri Cities as a
service and accomplishment worth a reward.
Thanks again.
-Patty Eckert Weyers (68)
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>>From: Phil Jones (69)
To Linda Reining (64) and
Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
Favorite Carmichael teachers that come to mind
are Jim Eastham who was also a great JV basketball
coach, Mr. Arnold, who had a great shop program
and Mr. Yonce, who was an administrator when I was
at Carmichael. I see Howard Chitty occasionally,
still.
I previously asked if anyone remembered Helmer
Olson, who was not on my favorite list, and got no
response. I'll try again. Helmer was a nightmare
for incoming seventh graders. He would always
respond to the question, "can I go to the
bathroom?" with "I don't know, can you?" You know
how much kids hate those kinds of answers. His
brand of humor went right by me. Anyone have any
Helmer tales?
To Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
Out of the blue of the western sky comes.......
Sky King! Who could forget The Songbird (the name
of the plane) and his babe daughter, Penny?
-Phil Jones (69)
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>>From: Mary Jane Smith Poynor (70)
RE: Sunday wrestling
Dr. David Cowan's name sure brings back
memories! My grandmother was addicted to the show
on Sunday afternoons! Her favorite wrestler was
Gorgeous George. Whenever George was on there had
to be a reverent hush in the room until his match
was over!!! I also seem to remember that Dr.
Cowan's commercials seemed to drone on and on -
something about free parking and guaranteed
service... etc.
I was down on 4th Avenue helping with the
Iditarod Sled Dog Race last Saturday! Nothing like
being surrounded by over 1000 happy barking dogs.
Maren mentioned the official web site - it's a
good one!
Warm thoughts from AK,
-Mary Jane Smith Poynor (70)
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[If anyone missed that URL, here it is again. -Maren]
http://www.iditarod.com/
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>>From: Mike Crow (70)
To Dan Turner (70):
Dan,
Good to hear from you about Ernie's Rack & Cue,
still have no clue whatever happened to Ernie,
hopefully someone out there will know. I know we
were not the only ones to go in there or were we?
I still live in Richland, been here all my life
and can find no reason to leave, well maybe to
vacation, but I always come back after a bit.
Well, hopefully someone who spent some quality
time at Ernie's will be able to shed some light on
what's happened to him. Well? Anyone out there
know?
-Mike Crow (70)
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>>From: Kim Lampton Kinder (74)
One ot the teachers that sticks out in my mind
is Mrs. Duesner (sp?) - 7th grade biology at
Carmichael. I remember the first day of class, she
gave a lecture about "The Amazing Earth Worm." She
was so excited about the little creature and it
was certainly transmitted to me. It was a critter
revisited several times as we covered different
aspects of biology during the year. I can't tell
you how often those discussions come to my mind.
My co-workers have had quite a chuckle this winter
because when it rains, I am reminded of how
amazing the earth worm is and I can't walk across
the parking lot without stooping down to rescue a
couple of them before they drown, or worse yet,
get run over by cars. (And during the last month or
two it has rained A LOT here in Folsom, CA. so I
have been on rescue detail almost daily) Anyway,
she really had a passion for the subject she
taught, making it fun and interesting to learn
because of her enthusiasm. It is always a pleasure
to have such an instructor.
Thank you Mrs. Duesner.
-Kim Lampton Kinder (74)
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That's it for today. Please send more.
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/8/00
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22 Bombers sent stuff:
Carol Hollingsworth (55), Ken Heminger (56WB),
Ann Bishop (60), Connie Madron (60),
Jessie Willoughby (60), Janet Taylor (61),
Helen Cross (62), Frank Osgard (63WB),
David Rivers (65), Toby Wheeler (65/66),
Rick Maddy (67), Joe Largé (68),
Pam Pyle (69), Sarah Headrick (69),
Dyan Lakey (70), Shirley Moore (70),
Brad Wear (71), Patty Stordahl (72),
Mike Davis (74), Dave Trent (75),
Kathy Wheat (79), Kim Edgar (79)
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>>From: Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55)
A friend of mine told me Same Nageley (sp?) was
an attorney in Sacramento 20 years ago. His mother
was a voice teacher as I recall and always had Sam
singing at something. Nice guy.
-Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55)
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>>From: Ken Heminger (wb56)
There are a lot of comments about favorite
teachers now, none of which I remember. I have
only a few names that still stand out in my mind.
I remember Miss Hensley from John Ball, and Mr.
Harding from John Ball. I also had him in Chief
Jo. I remember Mr. Webber from Chief Jo. There was
also a Mrs. Rootness. I think she was my teacher
in Spalding. Of the above, Mr. Harding was by far
my favorite. I have often wondered what ever
happened to them.
-Ken Heminger (wb56)
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>>From: Ann Bishop Myers (60)
RE: Carmichael
Anyone else have fond memories of Mr. Ingersoll?
He gave several people nicknames. Mine was
Tunafish, which evolved from Annabish. Wasn't it
in his class that we had white rats and we could
have them on our desks during class? They climbed
up and down through the ink wells. Eve Artz (60)
and I went to his house one day and Mr. Ingersoll
and his wife, who I think taught at another
school, showed us their show collies. He had a
wonderful sense of humor and made 8th grade a lot
of fun for me.
Reminder to all of you from class of 60 - our
40th reunion is August 4-5, 2000!!!!
-Ann Bishop Myers (60)
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>>From: Connie Madron Hall (60)
To Darlene Minard (60):
I know several of us, Darlene, who are
attending the R2K Reunion in June and will,
therefore, be unable to return for our 40th
Reunion in August. It's too hot in Richland in
August, anyway! I agree with you that an
"alternative reunion" is a great idea and will be
happy to help in any way I can. We could do
something as simple as bringing our own bag of
Zip's hamburgers to the park on Thursday prior to
R2K.
-Connie Madron Hall (60)
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>>From: Jessie Willoughby (60)
RE: Still Mr. St. John
To Ann McCue Hewett (63):
Yes, I remember Mr. St. John counting the "AND
UHs" that were used in our speeches. I do agree
that we use the "you knows" and the "and uhs" more
than we would like to admit in our speaking even
today. I am certainly very guilty, especially in
impromptu speaking, of using both of these "no
no's".
RE: President Kennedy
I heard about President Kennedy by way of
television. I was a young mother with precious
young ones that needed my undying attention at all
times. When I heard about the president I went
into zombi mode, had my eyes glued to the
television set all day, and neglected domestic
duties of every kind. I guess the kids survived
their mom's negligence because they are still all
very much alive and well today (and I even have
grandchildren to love). It was a sad day for all
of us.
Even though it was a tragedy for the nation,
and I will probably never forget it, I have now
experienced other tragedies such as siblings and
parents passing away that have been more
personally tragic for me. We all must experience
life's traumas and tragedies, therefore we need to
strive to keep on enjoying life. There really are
many more blessings for us than tragedies if we
take the time to keep counting them, realize that
each day is a special gift to be lived to its
fullest, and try to bless someone else every day.
(My little sermon for the day)!!
-Jessie Willoughby (60)
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>>From: Janet Tyler (61)
I'm a few days behind with my threads but here goes...
Re: Carmichael
Mr. Anderson is alive and well! My sister
Miriam (60) sees him occasionally in White Salmon
when he and his wife come into town for a meeting.
He remembered her. My favorite teachers were Mrs.
Byrd, Mrs. Edwards, Mrs. Black, Mr.?? (Math),
Mrs. LaBourde & Mrs. Johnson. Mrs. LaBourde still
lives in Richland and I saw her a few years ago at
Christmas Services.
Re: Tri-City Braves
My brother Dore (53) and I followed Brad
Upton's (74) directions to find the old Sander's
Field and what we found was three rather new
office buildings and loads of fresh blacktop on a
cold, wet Sat. afternoon. We didn't see any reason
to roam around the blacktop looking for the
remains of the dugout and posts as Brad described.
If anyone thinks we may have been in the wrong
place, please let me know, I'll try again.
Sander's Field was a place of many enjoyable
summer evenings with my Dad and/or whole family.
Nick Persuit was a particularly favorite player
of mine for many years. I remember Edo Vanni and
the manager Charlie Peterson also.
-Janet Tyler (61)
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>>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62)
Hi Gene and Carol Bishop Horne (57):
Greetings to your mom and sisters, and
families. Hope to see them all when I am at the
R2K celebration in June.
-Helen Cross Kirk (62)
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>>From: Frank Osgard (63)
Perusing the musings of Ken Wright, and his
experiences delivering The Spokesman Review,
brought to mind a question.
Wasn't there a caste system for paper boys?
I mean, I mean, I mean a Tri-City Herald route
had to be the top, and the Walla Walla Union
Bulletin would have to be on the bottom. But where
did the Columbia Basin News, Oregonian, Oregon
Journal, P-I and The Spokesman Review fit in?
I never pedaled up to the Spudnut Shop in the
morning. During the summer we could generally get
our treats off front porches, by following the
milkman. Sometimes we took the whole bottle, other
times we only took a swallow of two of chocolate
milk, and left the bottle. There was also some
bread truck parked over on Delafield that had
sweet rolls, twinkies and other treats. That sugar
buzz at five in the morning, made the transition
to coffee an automatic.
Another form of larceny, was to boost papers
off of people’s porches and then sell them to guys
waiting for the bus. Wonder how many of them paid
for their papers twice? The poor simp who had the
route and delivered the paper, would have to go
back and make it right. I’ve paid for these
transgressions many times in my life, starting
with my social indiscretion on the Columbia Queen,
and including the haircut I got as a divorce
present from Mrs. Frank the third.
Gettin' jacked about Y2R, is there gonna be a
pinball tournament, how much are pepsis at
Curley's? Is there going to be a scripture
distance requirement at the Sock Hop like at the
LDS dances?
-Frank
p.s. The guy who was the “Jeffe” of the Tri-City
Herald paper boys was a very nice man named Ernie
Carlson. And while I’m at it, that guy who was
always picketing the Tri-City Herald was always
reading a book. Anyone got a clue what the book
was. Musta been really good ‘cause he read it for
years and years.
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>>From: David Rivers (65)
RE: Happy Birthday Jimmie Adair (66)
Just thought I out to give a head's up to y'all
that today (3/8/00) is the Famous Car Doctor,
Jimmie Adair's Birthday. Jimmie and I go way back
to when we were 15 and we were hard pressed to get
the better of each other on a car swap. Here we
were, too young to drive but swapping wrecks with
the best of them. My gem was a '47 Ford Sedan I'd
got from Brian Johnson's father for (as I recall)
$20 or $25... big bucks in those days.
Unfortunately, the engine was frozen. Jimmie's
prize was a '46 Chevy with no reverse... Jimmie
showed up at my place driving his car which led me
to believe he was much older and much wiser
(little did I know he was a whole 3 1/2 months
younger than I was...)... We eyed each other with
icy stares and ended up swapping even-steven (No
pun intended Doc).
Well, today is his day.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Jimmie..
Jimmy Heidlebaugh (65) joins me in this!
-David Rivers (65)
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>>From: Toby Wheeler Davis (65/66)
Congratulations to the Spudnut Shop too!
Mr. Yonce was my 5th grade teacher at Sacajawea
and was a truly great teacher AND he worked during
the summer at the Spudnut Shop.... just when he
thought he was "rid" of us, we would descend on
the Spudnut Shop to pester him during the summer.
I heard he was "promoted" to administration at
Carmichael, but thought the classroom lost one of
their better ones.
Speaking of teachers at Carmichael, a memorable
one, but not one of the better ones, is my seventh
grade homeroom teacher. I cannot for the life of
me remember his name at the moment. He was huge,
with a "tall" crewcut, and wore thick (I mean at
least 2 inches thick) gum soled shoes. The purpose
of which, I swear, was to sneak up on kids. You
never heard him coming until he pounced on
someone, usually grabbing them at the back of the
neck and scaring the "sh.." out of everyone in the
room.
Steve H..... I bet remembers him very well.
Steve, one of the brighter, "mouthier", braver (or
"stupider"), ones seemed to constantly have
uttered the comment that would send Mr.? over the
edge. On more than one occasion I remember him
picking Steve up with one hand and shoving him
"really hard" into the lockers in the 7th grade
hallway (scary, stuff). I recently saw Steve's
email added to the list of Class of 65, so I guess
he survived. I "think" this teacher left
Carmichael after only one or two years, and
hopefully retired from the teaching profession.
However, out of my entire school career, including
my own teaching for over 10 years, I have never
run into as violent a teacher as this one, or one
that impressed me so much as being capable of
violence. Thank heavens.
-Toby Wheeler Davis (65/66)
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>>From: Rick Maddy (67)
RE: teachers
Helmer Olson: Now there is a teacher that still
jars me out of my sleep in a cold sweat. I thought
I was past this - thanks Phil. He was the
beginning of the end for me. Mr. Olson's seventh
grade teaching ethics helped make my decision that
I was in school for two reasons; baseball and
girls.
Mr. Arnold was one of my favorites. He gave me
three chances to turn a bowl that kept breaking
during the process. A laminating configuration
that Mr. Arnold wasn't to comfortable with. He
kept a very close eye on me. One came apart on the
lathe. Nevertheless, I still have the one that
survived in the end and it is special. Mr. Arnold
helped a great deal with my confidence in ability.
Mr. Yonce was probably the best teacher I ever
had. A very friendly and fair man. I had him for
ninth grade homeroom. He once gave us all the
questions to a test during a study period. All the
answers were even given by the students after he
read the Q. I got a C minus I believe. Mr. Yonce
was concerned about my grades because I was his
left fielder.
Mr. Greenough was the teacher at Col Hi that
changed my reasons for coming to school. Now it
was for beer and girls. Anybody still have that
trophy each of us individually obtained for
accumulating so many points over the course of our
junior high sports activities? I shot the head off
mine with a .22 years ago. Sure wish I could go
back on that one!
-Rick Maddy (67)
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>>From: Joe Largé (68)
To Debra Dawson Folger,
Dear Debra,
You brought quite a memory back. To this day, I
still love flying in small airplanes. Actually
tried getting a license at one time until the
money wore out (still have about 10 1/2 hours on
my log book).
It's been sooooo long ago, that I don't even
remember his name. (Was it Ganz?) I lived at the
corner of Birch and Richmond. Around the age of 5
years old or so, there was a man that lived about
4 or 5 houses down from us. He was an Airplane and
Power plant mechanic and would take old crashed
airplanes and rebuild them. (Never would take a
plane, however that involved a fatality). Anyway,
I always hung around his shop and watch him dope
up a wing, spraying the stuff on which would
harden and shrink the fabric into a nice smooth,
glossy shape.
He got a hold of a wrecked Piper Tri-Pacer one
time and rebuilt it. Painted it a really neat
Turquoise color. I remember sitting in the
cockpit and listening to one of the local radio
stations. To this day I remember the song that was
playing although I never knew the name - it was a
local group playing an instrumental number.
After the plane was finished we went over to
the little airstrip in Kennewick and took off. He
gave me a ride all over the Tri-City area. I still
remember buzzing over our house and how small
everything looked. He had me sit on his lap. At 5
years old, I could only manage to hold the yoke.
He would allow me to steer while he operated the
rudder. Once I made a turn that I thought was a
really sharp turn only to have him crank it over
to a 45 degree bank - whooo what a thrill.
Since that time, I have always had the dream to
fly.
-Joe Largé (68)
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>>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
To Phil Jones (69):
Re: Helmer Olson.
Oh boy, did you strike a nerve with that name!
Makes my list of three (and I think there WERE
only three) LEAST favorite teachers K-12. Teaching
by humiliation seemed his preferred style, and not
a very effective one, I don't think. The bathroom
response was typical of that. Maps, quizzes, and
penmanship - these were the measure of our
successes or failures in his class. For virtually
every mapping exercise, he'd walk around the room
and distribute sheets of blank 8 1/2 X 11
newsprint to us, making sure that he turned each
sheet, mid-air, before placing it on the student's
desk. Then, when he returned to the front of the
classroom, he'd droll, wryly, "All right, boys and
girls, you may turn your papers over." (And we
did! Or was I the only one sucked in by the ploy
on a regular basis?) While we drew maps of various
geographic places, freehand and from memories of
book pages we were to have memorized, Mr. Olson
could generally be found at his desk or pacing the
floor, often combing his remaining twelve hairs
over the top of a prominent bald spot with a near-
toothless pocket comb. I got a 'C' in penmanship,
because I made circles over small case 'i's', and
generally scored pretty well at drawing pretty
maps of places now absent from the globe which
represents our ever-dynamic world. And we were
subjected to endless lectures concerning his
perfect children, MANY of them, as I recall. (Were
there six girls?) As I think back over the
"teaching roster" of those educators to whom I was
exposed over a 13-year period in Bomberville
(Lewis & Clark, Carmichael, & Col High), it seems
to me that my own measure of the term "good
teacher" - and it's important that I own this,
since all will not necessarily agree - derives
from a large group of adults who knew my name,
treated me with some respect, demonstrated respect
for others, shared some personal life/learning
experiences, provided a predictable, stable and
safe learning routine, spotted my personal
strengths/gifts, and encouraged me in the exercise
of those gifts. The "great ones" moved beyond
that. They were the ones who just never seemed to
miss an opportunity for personal student
interaction, teaching and, above all, nurturing.
(And by 'nurturing', I don't mean coddling and
babysitting. I mean the use of every immediately
available resource to demonstrate some useful
principle for the ever-changing journey which is
living. Hence, this nurture thing also included
the administration of meaningful discipline.) What
interests me today is the fact that whether I
liked or disliked them at the time has had little
or no bearing on the way I've ultimately "stacked"
them against this personal measure of their
effectiveness. In other words, a couple of those I
clearly did not like are also measured today as
"good" teachers. Nearly all my teachers were
"good" ones. Several were "great." A couple just
didn't cut it, no matter how you stack it. In
terms of pure teaching performance effectiveness,
I think it important to point out that, some 30-40
years later, I can still recite from available
memory some meaningful learning experience derived
from each of those teachers who fall into my
"good" and "great" categories. And, since
"available memory" seems to be more and more at a
premium in my existence today, I think that pretty
much says it all.
-Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
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>>From: Sarah Headrick Tamburello (69)
To Phil Jones (69)
RE: Helmer Olson
Is this the same Mr. Olson who taught social
studies or was he just our homeroom teacher? How
about Mrs. Baudendistal (bad spelling).
RE: Carmichael Gym
I didn't realize the gym wasn't all that large.
Watching the gym being demolished sure brought
back memories of P.E., Mrs. Roy, Mr. Chitty giving
hacks, etc.
-Sarah Headrick Tamburello (69)
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>>From: Dyan Lakey Lyness (70)
Yes, Debra, I remember the hallway bomb drills
at Marcus Whitman. It was very hard on the knees.
I also remember the girls all had to wear dresses
or skirts. Not only did we worry about the bombs
falling right on our school, and our knees never
working. We also had to worry about our undies
showing while our butts were up in the air. There
is nothing like the good old days.
-Dyan Lakey Lyness (70)
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>>From: Shirley Moore (70)
RE: Uptown Richland
Class of '70
I remember my sister and I (Nancy '70) used to
shop at Hughes (clothing store) and Gallenkamp's
Shoes; I distinctly remember an orange and yellow
vertical striped dress from Hughes and orange and
yellow patent leather pumps (more like plastic) I
bought on lay-away with my allowance. What a trip!
I think I was a sophomore. I was really into
clothes back then. We always stopped and had a
Spudnut and coke before leaving. I loved the
cinnamon rolls and try to match the taste where
ever I go. It's hard to beat!
Whenever us 'kids' came home to Richland my
brother George (67) would make a trip to the
Spudnut Shop on Saturday morning to get everyone a
Spudnut. Too bad the Spudnut Shop wasn't open on
Sundays - had to break down and buy our doughnuts
from Albertsons!
Keep on bombin'...........
-Shirley Moore (70)
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>>From: Brad Wear (71)
RE: Ernie's Rack and Cue.
To Mike Crow (70) & Dan Turner (70):
Great memories, and a great place to hang out
during my formative years. Ernie was hired by the
school district after a run of od's from the class
of 71. I think he was approached by the city and
the school board after the incidents and offered a
job with the schools. He either became a custodian
or supervised custodians. The common denominator
was the guys had all been at Ernie's at some point
before they keeled over. So it was guilt by
association.
There used to be some real interesting guys
hanging out down there. It is probably why I like
Tastee Freezee burgers so much - I ate plenty
during lunch there, as well as the chocolate
brownies from the vending machine. Remember
endless playings of "Hey Jude" and "Revolution",
on the juke box. Great training ground for
pinball, "Galaxia" was a sure replay.
-Brad Wear (71)
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>>From: Patty Stordahl (72)
To Sandy Clark (71):
I remember you if you are the daughter of Dr.
Clark the podiatrist. I broke my ankle at the
Richland Roller arena late one night and my folks
loaded me up in their big old camper and off we
went to your house. It was the most uncomfortable
ride I think I had taken. I got my foot wrapped
and had to go in the next day in his office. Had
surgery on it in '80 and all the fragments that
were in there were removed successfully.
Boy I do remember the Alliance youth group. How
funny, I attended as my associates know under
force from my parents. I was not real big on God
for a long time because of what happened to my
little brother Richard. Mrs. Reeves was the only
shining light of understanding during my early
confused years. She is still close friends with my
Mom. The Reeves adopted 3 Russian girls who I now
believe are Bombers.
I remember Candby camp when all of us Alliance
Richlanders would trek off to summer camp. Man I
never got such a bad sunburn as I did one year
down there. Picking up agates with Shawn Stifter
(72). Man! Was he lobster red too. It seemed like
I was always the one bending the rules. Funny I
still have that trait in my character to this day.
Do you remember Shawn Stifter (72). I was to young
and dumb to recognize the fact that he really
liked me. Wonder how life would have turned out if
he would have been more aggressive with his
feelings. I do remember him as a wonderful friend
and pal. It would be nice to hear from him and how
his life has turned out. I understand he is
married to a wonderful gal and they are doing
missionary work somewhere? I am sure that I would
not have fit into that type of lifestyle.
What are you up to these days? Didn't you go
into the medical field? Nice to hear from you and
see you at the reunion. I am sure we will
recognize each other.
Take care
To Val (72) Ms. queen of Spudnuts:
Are you going to have spudnuts for sale at the
reunion? That would be a great way to get everyone
on the same sugar rush. Out of all the Spudnuts
you guys have ever made the plain glazed raised
Spudnut is still my very favorite. Next time I get
into town and stop in I hope you will be there. I
miss you every time it seems like.
See you at the reunion.
Come one any grads from 70 - 73 write in and
announce if you are going to play with all the
Bombers in June. Maybe we could all take a hike to
the hill.
Where in the world is Wayne Bloomster?
I would love to see a great turn out.
-Patty Stordahl (72)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)
Congratulations Val! 50 years is a long time. I
would like to recall an experience I had when I
worked at the Spudnut Shop many years ago. I would
have to come in at 4:00 in the morning on
Saturdays to help Barlow get the first batch of
Spudnuts out. Of course, by the time I got there
Barlow had already been there a couple of hours
getting the morning batch of Spuddies ready and he
was already in full stride, flipping that dough,
rolling it out, etc. etc. I would still be half
asleep and I was always amazed at how chipper this
man was in the morning (more like the dead of
night) "Morning, Sport!" was the everyday
greeting.
Anyway when the dough was rolled out it was put
on the cutter which consisted of a conveyor belt
and a circular tube that cut out the Spudnuts. As
it continued down the conveyor belt and through
the cutter my job was to pick the holes out of the
freshly cut Spudnuts (high tech job - not just
anybody could do it!) When it came to the end of
the belt Barlow would hit the off switch and we'd
finish picking out the holes and put the Spudnuts
on the board to place under the counter to heat
and rise. Things were going quite smoothly and I
was beginning to feel quite confident in my
ability as a "hole snatcher". Anyway Barlow had to
go in the back room for something and left me in
charge. He started the conveyor belt and told me
to hit the switch when it got to the end. Now,
understand this was my first "solo" and I was
feeling pretty good about it! What Barlow failed
to mention was the fact that there were two
buttons in the near vicinity - one for the heater
and one for the conveyor belt! Well, I didn't know
that. I only saw the one for the heater. So as the
dough was reaching the end of the belt I
nonchalantly reached over to turn it off. WRONG
SWITCH! The panic set in immediately as dough was
reaching the end of the belt. I frantically tired
to keep up with the holes and the Spudnut cutouts
by picking them up at jet speed - to no avail! I
placed my arm across the end of the conveyor belt
trying to stop its progress - to no avail! Dough
was piling up, dropping on the floor, flouring
puffing up everywhere, etc. etc. I'm sure my panic
and disarray was quite a show for the customers
sitting nearby. Finally Barlow came back up front
laughing his head off and switched off the correct
switch.
You would think after nearly 30 years Val would
forget about that little episode. Of course not!
She has to bring up my "SPUDNUT TRAUMA" every so
often. Hey Val, you think you could have told me
there were two switches??
Congratulations again!
-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Dave Trent (75)
To Jim Rice (75):
Lost your email address! Will be flying out of
BWI 3/20 and looking to hook up for lunch and some
reminiscing! Drop me a note.
Favorite teachers -
Will never forget my 2nd grade teacher (Mrs.
Thompson/Lewis and Clark). She taught us German
and instilled in me an interest in foreign
languages that lasts to this day. I also had my
first romance in her class! I can even remember
her name, but to save her the embarrassment, I'll
keep it to myself.
Mrs. Hoglen (3rd grade/Jason Lee) - What a
wonderful teacher and down the block neighbor. She
never had a bad word for anyone.
Mr. Schleer (7th grade homeroom/Chief Joe) -
Disciplinarian for sure, but one memorable man.
Does anyone remember Mr. Schleer putting an unruly
7th grader in the manhole that was in his
classroom? Does anyone remember who that student
was (no, it wasn't me)? I remember him being
lanky, with long hair (described quite a few kids
though!).
Mr. Webb (8th grade homeroom/Chief Joe) -
Excellent teacher that genuinely liked the kids.
Mr. Covington (RHS Math) - One of the few
subjects I actually learned to enjoy!
-Dave Trent (75)
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>>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
To Ann McCue Hewett (63):
Of all the memories of Mr. St. John yours is
the only one I can relate to. I'm not sure he was
among the favorites in the 70's but he was a very
kind person. I had him for 9th grade English at
Chief Jo in 1976. I clearly remember him counting
the Uh's and Oh's etc... in our verbal reports.
Lesson learned and I have always been aware of
those words when I'm talking, which is a lot!
-Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
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>>From: Kim Edgar (79)
RE: Another Link to find old friends
Hi All,
Just wanted to share a link to help you find
old friends. This one is geared for those who's
parents were in the military and had move around
alot. You may have made a lot of friends, but had
to leave them behind every time you moved, this
site will even help you find friends if you lived
overseas. (My father was in the Army, we lived in
Washington, Texas, Alabama, California and
Hawaii).
Good luck!
-Kim Edgar (79)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/9/00
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15 Bombers sent stuff:
Gloria Adams (54), Loron Holdon (57),
Janet Wilgus (59), Bill Moyers (60),
Howard Kirz (60), Irene de la Bretonne (61),
Janet Tyler (61), Rose Boswell (61),
Bob Cross (62), Judi Wilson (65),
Karen Schildknecht (67), Joyce Stinsman (68),
Phil Jones (69), Mike Crow (70),
Rick Polk (70)
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>>From: Gloria "Skippy" Adams Fulcher (54)
To Bill Winslow (51)
Come on Bill, after all the time and effort
your wonderful, patient, understanding wife, Leah
and Maren and I put in getting you on this web
page, the least you can do it contribute to the
memory section. I know for a fact Mr. Kelly, U.S.
History, was certainly one of your favorite
teachers.
Brusie,
Give Bill a gentle poke to get him started.
You know him and his memory bank of Col Hi. He'll
be a great contributor to this page.
-Gloria "Skippy" Adams Fulcher (54)
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>>From: Loron Holden (57)
RE: Class of 57 Favorite Bomber Teacher Survey
Attention Class of 57!!!!!!!
Lets have a "Favorite Bomber Teacher" Survey!!!
Send your entries to the Alumni Sandstorm
[sandstorm@richlandbombers.com]and I'll compile
the results through March. Here is your chance to
say thanks.
My entries:
#1. Nadine Brown, English, far and away the best
teacher that ever attempted to educate me. She
really cared and could handle "dunce" efforts
better than any teacher I ever encountered. (She
even taught me some English, see March 2000 issue
of Sail magazine, page 136).
#2. John Reid, History, a very serious person who
still made history interesting. I still remember
after all these years that he always came to class
really prepared!!!
#3. Raymond Juricich, Safe Driving. How could I
forget the first Bomber Teacher (and one of very
few) who ever gave me an "A". My JV football coach
who convinced me I'd never make it as a football
player.
#4. Jimmie Leathers, Distributive Education, This
friendly, smiling man left a job selling insurance
to teach this program. He related to us stronger
than he did the "system". I think his teaching
career was short lived, such a shame, I hope his
return to the business world was successful.
Special Award. Al Weber, Custodian. Anyone who
kept our school as clean as he did and maintain a
great attitude deserves recognition. Good job Al.
I am sure many of us, me included, could contribute
to a most un-favorite Bomber Teacher but this
wouldn't be politically correct, or would it?
So send in your entries, class of 57, I'll keep
score numerically and report the results next
month.
-Loron Holden (57)
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>>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
To Dennis Barr (58):
Dennis,
If you could forward Vera Edwards' email
address to me, I'd appreciate it. Thanks for all
your interesting stories - really liked the one
about sledding on the car hood! Good tunes to you.
JB
To Helen Cross (62):
And Helen,
I think we met in Kennewick a few years ago -
your Father and my Mother were in the same
facility. Look forward to seeing you - thanks for
coming over that day. JB
Also, I remember the Ingersoll's - they lived
across from us on Cottonwood and I had Mrs.
Ingersoll for band - she came on board at
Carmichael after Mr. Ellis (she had a tough time
with us - her nerves must have been totally shot
before retirement.) She was a very talented
musician/violinist. Do remember those collie dogs
now that you mention it.
-Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
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>>From: Bill Moyers (60)
RE: Bob Ingersoll:
Ann Bishop's (60) posting reminded me of Bob
Ingersoll, my seventh and eighth grade homeroom
teacher at Carmichael. We had a lot of fun in that
classroom, and I remember those white rats as
well. Mr. Ingersoll was also the basketball and
track coach at that time, and I recall being
excused from class on a number of occasions to do
various tasks relating to getting ready for the
games, or putting away equipment, or "liming" the
lanes on the Bomber Bowl oval track before a track
meet.
He and his wife had a fine pair of show-quality
collies and I think they did show them frequently.
He always had a few photos of the dogs handy to
show you. His wife was also a teacher in the
Richland school district, but I'm uncertain where
she taught. I heard that a few years later, he and
his wife moved to on California and to new
teaching jobs.
Re: Ernie Carlson and the Tri-City Herald:
Frank Osgard (63wb) also brought up some fond
memories with the name Ernie Carlson. He was the
"organizer" of the Tri-City Herald paper boys in
Richland. He hired my brother Ben (61) and I to
work Route #303 in the south part of town, the
Benham, Delafield, Douglas, Davenport, Comstock,
and Duane (now Goethals) streets. Ernie was really
a great "coach" for us young businessmen in those
days. I remember him delivering our paper bundles
every day, shoving them out his car window, along
with a friendly word or two. We had that route for
quite a few years, then later my sisters Glenda
(63) and Louise (65) ran it for awhile.
One summer during my high school years, Ernie
got me a job at the TCH substituting on the bundle
delivery routes, using my father's pickup,
whenever he or one of his counterparts in
Kennewick or Pasco were off on vacation or
whatever.
Great memories!
-Bill Moyers (60)
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>>From: Howard Kirz (60)
RE: Class of 60 in June
To Darlene Minard Mortensen (60),
Connie Madron Hall (60) and
John Hall (60) (60)
Liked your idea about getting our classmates
together during R2K. A bunch of people from the
Seattle area are planning to come for the R2K
weekend in June, too. What about Friday night
(Pizza n' beer after sock hop?), Saturday
breakfast (Spudnuts n' beer before the class
photos) or Saturday evening during Cool Desert
Nights (Smear n' beer in the park?). Happy to help
any way we can.
-Howard Kirz (60)
& wife: Stephanie Ager (64 Bainbridge Island)
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>>From: Irene de la Bretonne (61)
Sam Nageley remains a highly successful
attorney in Sacramento, head of his own large law
firm.
-Irene de la Bretonne (61)
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>>From: Janet Tyler (61)
RE: Bomb Drills
While in 5th grade at Marcus Whitman, a friend
and I used to hang around after school talking
with our teacher and then roam the halls looking
for teachers from past years. Two teachers from
1st & 2nd grade asked us to be guinea pigs for
them. They were planning instructions for the next
day to have the 1st & 2nd graders' initial
practice for the bomb drills in the hallways. We
tried out several positions and the teachers
settled on the knee tuck and one arm each over
neck & eyes. Since it was an honor to be involved
in the trial run, I never considered the fearful
outcome of such a need to practice. I do remember
tho, in Carmichael being herded onto buses was
quite frightening at the sound of the siren and
the prospect of being taken to the barren areas
between hills south of Richland toward Oregon. I
didn't like the thought of being separated from my
family in an emergency!
Thanks to Kathy Wheat Fife (79) for the
interesting excerpt concerning the JFK assassination.
Xtra/2000-03-01KW.htm
I found it fascinating and the possible explanation
of why we still have secrecy surrounding the
results of all the investigations. Who wants to
tell a grieving country that the death of their
beloved president was a big mistake!
-Janet Tyler (61)
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>>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61)
Speaking of Mr. Ingersoll. I had his wife for
Band in 7th and 8th grades. She was a kick and I
felt very comfortable in her class. She had a
saying that used to crack me up. "UGAUGA BOO UGA
BOO BOO UGA". Don't know what she meant by it but
she said it all the time.
I see a lot of the people in those classes went
on to the high school band. I can't remember
whether I thought it wasn't cool to be in band or
whether I couldn't make it to the band stuff.
Didn't have a ride most of the time.
-Rose Boswell Smith (61)
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>>From: Bob Cross (62)
To Ann Bishop Myers (60)
I believe that Mrs. Ingersoll was the band
teacher at Carmichael. Very good at it I may add.
To Frank Osgard (63)
I delivered the Seattle PI for many years. My
route was at least 30 square blocks with usually
about 20 customers. After getting up at the crack
of dawn (or before) every day including holidays,
I usually made $15 - $20 per month. Just adding up
the time I spent trying to collect, my hourly rate
was way less than $1 an hour. My route took me
over 30 minutes to run on my bike and the last
half was up hill.
-Bob Cross (62)
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>>From: Judi Wilson Johnson (65)
RE: Giggles and Brad Upton (74)
To Kathy Rathvon (63):
Any chance you can make the Giggles trip for
Friday night? I'm taking a friend there on Friday
because he just smiles that tolerant and unknowing
smile that non-bombers have when you talk about
Bomber-land. It would be fun to introduce him to a
bunch of Bombers. Hopefully I'll see some of you
there. I'll be the one with the yellow mum.
Laugh on,
-Judi Wilson Johnson (65)
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>>From: Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67)
To Ricky Maddy (67)
RE: Mr. Yonce
Wow, Rick, talk about favorite teachers! I had
the pleasure of having 'Hank' as my home room
teacher in 9th grade, also, and the sometimes
dubious honor of having him as a neighbor. He was
such a treat! He and his family lived directly
behind us through most of my school years and he
used that to tease me unmercifully in class. He
was constantly regaling our class with stories of
his wife, 99.9% of which were complete fiction. He
would tell the class some fib, such as how his
wife, Marie, was a Sumo wrestler, or some such
thing, and then he'd say "Isn't that right,
Karen?" I, of course would deny any such
knowledge, at which point he would tell the rest
of the class I was just scared of her, and
therefore, his point was made.
I was in his class, as a matter of fact, when
word came through that Kennedy was assassinated,
and he was very gentle with us all, talking
quietly to us, making sure we knew he was there if
we needed to talk, before releasing us to go home.
He was, and still is, I'm sure, a real stand-up
guy. He made that year a wonderful experience,
especially since his class was the only one I
really passed with flying colors.
Thanks for the memories!
-Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67)
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>>From: Joyce Stinsman Komac (68)
I remember Dr. Clark the Podiatrist. My Mother
worked for several years for him. In junior high
school, while Mom worked for Dr. Clark, I was a
patient. I was required to wear plastic inserts in
my hush puppy oxford shoes to correct a walking
problem. The shoes were hideous, when narrow
pointy toes were popular. I was sure I was the
only one who had to wear these things. At the time
I thought I was being punished.
On Saturdays when Mom had to work, I would be
assigned the task of doing the laundry at the
corner laundry mat. It took all of the morning to
sort, wash, dry and fold the huge pile of laundry.
My reward was to go to Newberry's for a hot fudge
sundae. Well worth doing the chore. I don't think
I had a better hot fudge sundae since.
When I was pregnant with my first child, my
craving was hot fudge sundaes. It would have been
Spudnuts too, if I had lived closer to Richland.
My favorite Spudnut was ala mode.
-Joyce Stinsman Komac (68)
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>>From: Phil Jones (69)
To Rick Maddy (67) and Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
Funny what stays in your mind forever. Another
Helmer Olsonism in Social Studies was
"Nebuchadnezzar, the king of the Jews. Spell that
in four letters and I'll give you my shoes" Of
coarse his answer was T-H-A-T. Possibly humorous
in some circles but 7th grade wasn't one of them.
To Mike Crow (70) and Dan Turner (70)
Ernie's was a great learning experience for me.
Actually hanging out in a pool hall was so adult.
Great cross-section of characters too. I remember
Ernie as a custodian, by the way.
To Mike Davis (74)
Great story about the spudnut conveyor belt.
Ever see the "I Love Lucy" episode where Lucy and
Ethel are working the conveyor belt in the candy
company? I had that vision of you.
-Phil Jones (69)
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>>From: Mike Crow (70)
To Brad Wear (71)
Brad,
Thx's for the info on Ernie. I also remember the
lunches at Tastee Freeze. Would stop there with
Tom Lyness (70) and Neil Jenne (70) and buy the
hamburgers which were 5 for $1.00 and those Big
Fries were like 25 cents. I also dropped plenty of
silver in the pinball machines, jukebox and the
pool tables. I also remember a couple of OD's in
70, Brad. Thx's again for your info.
-Mike Crow (70)
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>>From: Rick Polk (70)
I drove up Lee hill yesterday and looked at
what they were doing to my beloved Carmichael gym.
It was sad to see it come down. There were so many
memories in that gym for me. P.E. classes with Mr.
Chitty, basketball practices and basketball games.
The Carmichael gym was where I first began to
play "organized" basketball with my back court
mate, the late Kim Killand (70). 7th grade ball
with Coach Schiebe, then JV and Varsity with Coach
Eastham. Any Cougar alumni remember the famous
"Polk head fake"? :-) It was in that gym that I
perfected that move. :-)
It's a shame it had to come down, but it's also
nice to see the old school get a face lift.
-Rick Polk (70)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/10/00
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9 Bombers and 1 funeral notice today.
Jerry Swain (54), Dennis Kline (57),
Steve Carson (58), Jim Hamilton (63),
Patty de la Bretonne (65), Steve Upson (65),
Melanie Dukes (67), Vicki Steichen (67),
Dan Turner (70WB)
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>>From: Jerry Swain (54)
Open comment to Carol Hollingsworth (55)
Sam Nageley (55) was an Air Force Legal Officer
at Fairchild Air Force Base in 1963 to 1966. I was
stationed there at the same time as Sam.
Several years before, I remember being on a Boy
Scout skiing trip to Tolgate with his dad and
brother around 1949.
-Jerry Swain (54)
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>>From: Denny Kline (57)
I like the idea of "favorite teacher" because
there was one who had a profound effect on my
later life. And I'm embarrassed that I'm not
certain how to spell his name: Mr. Brune (Bruin?)
who patiently led me through journalism and
Sandstorm. He also convinced me that I could - and
should -be doing better in school, period! With
help from other friends, he got me headed down an
important road. I would love to know if anyone has
kept track of him.
-Denny Kline (57)
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>>From: Steve Carson (58)
To Loron Holden (57)
RE: Class of 57 Favorite Bomber Teacher Survey
Attention Class of 57!!!!!!!
Went to the site but see no place for entries so
here are mine:
1. Tom Barton - American Lit - Drama
2. Art Dawald - American History - Coach
3. Ray Juricich -
4. ______ Heinrich - Chemistry
-Steve Carson (58)
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>>From: Jim Hamilton (63)
O.K. Buckaroos, here we go again.
Need some more trivia questions for the Y2R deal thing.
Got some great questions, but have some holes to
fill, and I need your help. One or two or three
from all of you and this puppy will not only be
put to bed, but it will be worthy of it's task.
And I thank you for your support
-Jim Hamilton (63)
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>>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65)
To Bill Didway
"Ho, for the Pirate Don Dirk of Dowdee, for he was
the.".... etc. etc. (I could look it up) I don't
know if I had that teacher, but I had a poetry
book at home my Mom read from when I was very
small.
-Patty de la Bretonne (65)
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>>From: Steve Upson (65)
To Toby Wheeler Davis (65/66)
RE: Carmichael teacher
I think the terror-able teacher you spoke of
might be Leroy B----n who had a room between the
two south wings of Carmichael just down the hall
from the music room. Many of us lived in fear of
him and he was particularly cruel to many
disorderly boys. Kids had to walk-not-run quietly
past his room during breaks or he was likely to
spring from his hiding place and yank them into
his room where he'd make them grab their ankles so
that he could give them spats. It was brutal. Some
guys were hit numerous times and on many occasions
with that spat board. These guys were either
"repeat offenders" or were just kids for whom he
had a particular dislike. Mr. C-----y was the
other teacher most likely to give really hard
spats to boys, but I'm sure Mr. B held a school
record for sadism.
One day I was late for a class and was caught
running down the hall by Mr. B, who then delivered
my first and only spats. It was both very painful
and humiliating. That level of punishment was
totally uncalled for and genuinely unfair. I
resolved to do something about it. Later that week
I hung around and waited for him to leave his
room, snuck in, and stole his spat board. I took
it down the hall, climbed the risers in the chorus
room, opened a window, and dropped it behind the
trees outside. That night after dark I returned to
school and picked it up. I never got caught and
only told one or two people about it. I hate to
think what would have happened if he found out it
was me, and suspect he almost surely vented his
rage on other kids because of it. My sincere
apologies to whoever took any heat for that.
As I recall, Mr. B later mysteriously left the
employ of the Richland School District. Talk at
the time was that he was "let go" because of
complaints about his abusive nature.
One thing that really surprised me that year
was when I was called up during an awards ceremony
to receive a school letter in music. Gee, whaddya
know ... a little guy like me a letterman! I'm
sure it was for singing tenor in Advanced Chorus,
but I sometimes like to think it was for courage
under fire.
I still have the school letter, by the way ...
and that d***ed spat board.
-Steve Upson (65)
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>>From: Melanie Dukes Heffner (67)
RE: Mr. Yonce
Mr. Yonce was my 6th grade teacher at Sacajawea.
I guess he also worked at the Spudnut Shop during
the school year. He must have worked early in the
morning. I remember 6th grade as being so pleasant
and easy. The week had a simple schedule, a
chapter of each subject each week. On Friday we
would have the chapter test. In the afternoon, Mr.
Yonce would give us back our test papers along
with a treat. He had Spudnut holes for everyone
and extra Spudnuts for the highest scores in each
subject. I do remember scoring well in the math
and the social studies subjects. He was one of my
very favorite teachers.
One of my husband John's nieces is married to
his son, David. Mr. Yonce is retired and living in
Woodburn, Oregon.
-Melanie Dukes Heffner (67)
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>>From: Vicki Steichen Buck (67)
To Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67) and Ricky Maddy (67)
Thanks so much for the great memories about
Henry Yonce. He was the best. Coming from CK, I
think he was one of the first male teachers we had.
I was also in that classroom when we heard
about Kennedy. Am I dreaming or was there a boy
that yelled out something like "Go Nixon!" when we
heard about the shooting? Mr. Yonce got really
upset at him as we all did.
I was lucky enough to work with him once I came
back to Richland and was in the administration
area. He was a great principal.
-Vicki Steichen Buck (67)
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>>From: Dan Turner (70WB)
To Brad Wear (71) & Mike Crow (70)
Some more Ernie trivia for you. He grew up very
poor in the South and picked cotton as a kid for a
dollar a day. He worked as a custodian prior to
opening the pool hall. I worked for him for a
while for $3.00/day and all the pool I could play.
Customers paid a penny a minute for a rack and a
table. He opened another pool hall in Pasco but it
failed after only a few months. He was one of the
best pool players I ever saw and would never give
you a break when he played you. I used to play him
on a regular basis for that big daily check I'd
just worked 9 hours for. Never won and never
learned.
I don't remember the od's at that time but
remember a group that used to hang out at the ball
field and sniff glue. I really don't remember much
if any drugs being available.
-Dan Turner (70WB)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/11/00
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10 Bombers sent stuff:
Charlotte Carlson (52), Dean Enderle (57),
Ray Loescher (57), Tom Matthews (57),
Jim Russell (58), Norm Bell (61),
Jack Gardiner (61), Debra Dawson (74WB),
Jim Wilson (76), Julie Ham (77)
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>>From: Charlotte Carlson Terry (52)
RE: Richland Bombers Y2K Reunion Information
I hope I'm send this info to the correct
address, it's the only one that looked right.
I've been so pleased to read the comments in
the Sandstorm about my Dad, Ernie Carlson, who was
the Circulation Manager at the Tri-City Herald for
so many years. He loved that job, and enjoyed
working with the boys so much He had a family of 6
children himself, and was a wonderful father, whom
we lost at an all-too-early age of 68 to a heart
attack.
We moved to Richland in January of 1946, and
most of us went to Sacajawea and then right into
Columbia High (as it was called then). It was an
8-4 system then.
One of my favorite teachers at Col Hi was Miss
Spainhower (taught Stenography), and I earned my
living at it a good portion of my life.
My fondest memories were of the Hi Spot - in
the old Rec. Building across from the Richland
Theatre. We had such fun dancing, drinking cokes,
and just hanging out there. I also worked at the
Village, Richland and Uptown Theaters during high
school (and yes, the price at the Village for the
Saturday morning serials was 12 cents). Ah, the
good old days.
Would love to see some of my fellow Class of
'52 students add some good info here. Do you all
remember By's Burgers?? Good meeting place!
-Charlotte Carlson Terry (52)
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>>From: Dean Enderle (57)
RE: Favorite Teachers Class of '57
Number 1 for me would be Mr. Dawald, I learned
a lot about U.S Govt in spite of myself, he had a
great method and I can still hear him saying "You
all need the credits from this class in order to
graduate" with great emphasis on the "need".
Number 2 would be Mr. Juricich, a gruff
exterior but was really a great person, had a no
nonsense approach to driving instruction.
At number 3 I would say Mr. Reid for U.S.
History, also the fact that he had been a WW2
Aircrew Type (Fighter Pilot?) helped and he was a
great Civil War fan, really knew that period of
our history well.
I would also have to rate Nadine Brown, she was
great and I am sure that my appreciation for the
English Language has a lot to do with her, even
though I murder it at times!!
Thanks to everyone for helping me to remember
some of the good times at Col-Hi and the people we
all knew.
-Dean Enderle (57)
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>>From: Ray Loescher (57)
RE: favorite teachers
A favorite, if not the smartest teacher, was
Robert Henrich, Chemistry teacher. He taught the
subject extremely well. It was easily the equal of
my freshman chemistry class at WSC.
I also give a vote for Mr. Wheeler, English. He
encouraged me a lot and that was a most difficult
subject for me.
Finally, Helen Skogen, Algebra teacher who
nailed me with the nickname "gabbey." Gary Lucas
(57) sat right behind me and I often "chatted"
with him about the solution to a problem. He was a
stutterer, too. No wonder we took so long in our
discussions. But really, Ms. Skogen was great as
was Ms. Buescher.
-Ray Loescher (57)
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>>From: Tom Matthews (57)
The comments of Frank Osgard (63) about
newspaper deliveries reminded me of my experiences
delivering a paper not even on his "cast system"
list; The Spokane Chronicle. I don't know if it
would have rated higher than the Union Bulletin,
but it was down there somewhere. I think my route
never got much above 25 deliveries in the
northeast area of town.
It did include one major benefit, delivering
the paper in the afternoon to Howard who ran the
projectors at the Uptown Theater at that time.
Howard set up a viewing station at a small window,
probably designed for slide projection, and added
a speaker for listening. I would enter via a door
to the right of the main entrance of the theater,
and go up a long concrete stairway to the
projection booth. Unless a new movie was showing,
I would not stay long but almost always watched
for a while. Movies that were showing for an
extended run got boring, especially since I would
arrive at about the same time each day. I'm sure
some of that dialog is still buried in my memory
somewhere. Movies that stayed longer than usual
included The Greatest Show on Earth, Moulin Rouge,
and Rear Window among others. Marian Anderson, the
African American singer performed at the Uptown
once and when I delivered the paper, I was
privileged to see and hear her sing while she was
testing the acoustics or warming up her voice. I
always tried to collect from Howard in the evening
once a month when a movie was showing that I
wanted to see, and of course, would stay for the
whole show.
It was not a quiet viewing environment. The
warning bell ringing for the start of the next
reel would set things in motion as he would have
to start the other projector and time the switch
over of the reels by watching the marks that
appeared in the corner of the screen (still show
on some videos). When this didn't go smoothly,
Howard always had a few choice words. The arc lamp
system was also a constant monitoring chore.
Repairing broken film was also a task. No larceny
took place as I recall on that Chronicle route but
I sure wish I had picked up some of those movie
posters!
-Tom Matthews (57)
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>>From: Jim Russell (58)
To Denny Kline (57):
He was never one of my teachers, but the
journalism/Sandstorm teacher you list as one who
motivated you to be a better student was/is Mr.
Fred Bruhn.
To Steve Carlson (58):
Your nominee for best teacher is Robert Henrich.
My nominees for favorite teachers who found the
best in me are
1. Francis Coelho (art and Columbian). He
encouraged open discussion on controversial issues
of the day and challenged you to find your own
personal conviction. Of course, his artistic
talents and guidance to student artists (which did
not include me, I never even took an art course in
high school), can be demonstrated by the many
awards our art students received in regional and
state-wide competitions. I enjoyed the pleasure of
his talents during three years on the Columbian
yearbook.
2. Donald Black (English, Journalism,
Sandstorm). Mr. Black always seemed to enjoy life
and his students. He seemed to know when you were
struggling with a news story, helped you to
discover the human interest behind the story, and
was always available to talk about any other
concerns that might even be outside the classroom
experience. His patience and wry grin are fondly
remembered.
3. Thomas Barton (Advanced Composition &
Literature, Speech, Drama). I only had Mr. Barton
my senior year in Comp. & Lit., but I know that I
would have explored speech and especially drama
had I had an earlier exposure to this man's
talents. He made literature and our own writing
come to life. He was a dedicated teacher who
encouraged each of us to be better students and to
go that extra mile.
4. Helen Skogen (Advanced Algebra). I probably
remember her for her smile as much as for her
instruction. I always did fairly well in algebra
(probably why I would also list Mrs. Johnson of my
Carmichael years), but it was an added pleasure to
have Ms Skogan in front of the class, who
explained and opened up exciting concepts of
algebraic mathematics.
I can't say that I looked forward to attending
all my classes in high school, but I never wanted
to miss any that the above BIG FOUR had to offer!
-Jim Russell (58)
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>>From: Jack Gardiner (61)
A couple people have mentioned Mr. Bouchard
(Carmichael) I know he helped me a lot. At one
time in my life I couldn't answer the phone
without stuttering.
Also Howard Chitty had big influence on me.
One other thing March 12th it will be one year
without a cigarette. May not seem like much to
some people, but it's hardest thing I've ever done.
-Jack Gardiner (61)
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>>From: Norm Bell (61)
RE: Brotherhood of Paper Boys
No contest... The Spokesman Review and the PI
were "real men" paper routes, with the PI second
to the Spokesman. I mean we had to cover some real
territory and carry some weight on these routes;
and no offense, Bill (60), but those after school,
Dry _hity Herald routes (TCH originally delivered
in the PM) almost don't qualify in comparison. Ken
Wright (63) must have inherited my route which was
just about the whole of the south end. No
afternoon stroll for us - we had work to do... and
were supposed to get those papers out before the
area workers left home to catch the bus (5:15 AM).
This necessitated a bike, except when snow
interfered. Because of the area covered, all
problems were magnified. How can we forget
collecting to pay our bills only to get a "Sorry,
I can't pay you now. Could you come back next
week?" And what about the bums (strait from Trent
Ave. in Spokane) the SR would send down to help
you solicit new customers ... and it would be nice
if you could invite them for dinner. Yeh .. esprit
de corps can only go so far.. I have to admit upon
occasion I envied Ben and Bill (61) with their TCH
route..
Good Memories
-Norm Bell (61)
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>>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
RE: Flying and dress codes
To Joe Large' (68):
Herb Ganz lived in West Richland and owned or
worked in a metal fab shop there, as I recall, so
he couldn't have been your neighbor. His daughter,
Kathy, is a 1974 Bomber, but we haven't kept in
touch. The Tri-Cities is much more beautiful from
the air, don't you think? I didn't realize how
much agricultural development was going on because
you see so much sand and sagebrush as you drive
along the highways.
To Dyan Lakey Lyness (70):
Your memory of bomb drills and the fact the
girls HAD to wear skirts reminded me of that pet
peeve. Remember twirling on the monkey bars at
Marcus Whitman? Since we had to wear skirts, we
had no choice but to embarrass ourselves, chase
boys and scream, or stay on the swings, which is
what I did.
However, one fall, I still managed to feel
humiliated and outcast, even on the Marcus Whitman
swing set. My mother had decided to dress up Esther
(73), Michel (75), and me as The Munsters for
Halloween. She was very creative, and our costumes
were great. To give our hair that unique Munster
quality, she used food coloring. Oops! Esther,
a/k/a Herman, had green hair for several weeks.
Michel, a/k/a Lilly, had blue hair for weeks. And
Debra, the blonde, had that enhanced mustard
yellow shade that only Schilling dye can produce
for a YEAR! I can't remember the name of my
character, but I was the teenage daughter that
looked halfway normal on the show. That awful
yellow color had to grow out of my permed
curls... it never did wash out.
Now, I know for certain that many visiting this
website only remember me for this one incident in
my whole life. I still hear, "Didn't you have
green hair for awhile?" Of course not, mine was
yellow. But WHO was the insensitive clout that
approached me Monday morning, as I sat blissfully
in the swing at MW on recess, mustard hair flying
in the breeze? I was minding my own business. She
led a rather large and formidable group of second
or third graders. She pointed her finger at me and
hissed, "There she is!" I knew in that moment what
the falsely accused witches in Salem felt like
back in the 1700's. I'd bet money today, heathen
that I am, that this woman is currently leading
the movement against the celebration of Halloween
as the Devil's work!
Now that I've bared my soul on another
traumatic childhood event, right up there with
bomb drills, let's skip ahead to Chief Jo in the
70's. We had a long-haired-hippie ASB president
named Jan (?) when I was in 8th grade. During 7th
grade and all of my preceding school years, girls
had to wear dresses/skirts except during the
coldest weeks of winter, when we were allowed to
wear jeans and pants of a specified style. Boys
had to wear certain kinds of clothes and had to
have their hair cut off the collar and above the
ears until the 1969-70 school year also. Then we
elected Jan (?) as Chief Joseph ASB president, and
he fought for our civil rights to dress any way we
wanted to, within reason, and to wear our hair in
any fashion that did not constitute a danger or
disruption to school routine. Children today take
for granted that purple hair, mohawks, and saggy,
holey jeans are ok for school. In the early 70's,
girls were just happy to be able to wear jeans
year-round, and boys just wanted to grow their
hair long, keeping the natural color. Boys didn't
dye their hair!
I'm sure a lot of people remember the dress code
change back in the late 60's, early 70's, which
was prompted by the Civil Rights Movement and the
Vietnam War. Those were dynamic times, indeed, in
our society. Nobody would have pointed a finger at
me for sporting yellow hair and minding my own
business in the swing in those times, I tell ya!
Let my accuser come forth now. I am not a witch or
a devil. I was simply the victim of a creative Mom
who wanted us to win a Halloween prize somewhere
(and we DID)! I think I got a Snickers Bar.
-Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
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>>From: Jim Wilson (76)
RE: Favorite RHS Teacher
My nomination is for Mr. Gerard Labrecque. He
taught French and Social Studies in the 60's and
70's and was a huge inspiration to me. In fact, he
is the reason that I decided to go in to teaching.
-Jim Wilson (76)
Social Studies Teacher, Hanford High School
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>>From: Julie Ham Froehlich (77)
So how come it has not yet been mentioned that
Mr. Henry Yonce was the principal at Chief Jo. At
least he was when I was there (71 - 74). I spent
alot of time in the office - but I don't think he
was there for most of it! I remember him as being
very nice. This is the same Mr. Yonce that everybody
has been talking about recently - is it not?
-Julie Ham Froehlich (77)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/12/00
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11 Bombers sent stuff:
Ken Ely (49), Marilyn Richey (53),
Gus Keeney (57), Burt Pierard (59),
Janet Wilgus (59), Bill Moyers (60),
Rick Maddy (67), Joe Largé (68),
Michael West Rivers (68WB),
Peggy Hartnett (72), Tami Lyons (76)
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>>From: Ken Ely (49)
My favorite teachers at Col Hi were:
Naomi Buescher (Math);
Veroqua Smith (English);
Nadine Brown (English);
Hazel Broderson (Latin and Journalism); and
Lois Dighton (Study Hall).
I saw Francis Coelho mentioned here by someone.
I had an art class taught by him at EWCE, before
he came to Richland. I was in Capt. Kleckner's
World History class and it was memorable. He was
still in uniform when he started and being in his
classroom was like being in the Army.
-Ken Ely (49)
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)
To Charlotte Carlson Terry (52):
I too remember your Dad, Ernie, as we lived by
you when your parents lived on Williams Blvd. He
was always good to the kids in that block and put
up with us when we would get into trouble. I saw
your brother, Ernie, at my mother's funeral about
1 and 1/2 years ago. It was nice to see him again.
Hope to see you and Bill at the reunion this
summer. You should try to come to the fortieth
club reunions in September. It is a blast. It will
be held at the Shilo Inn in Richland the next
weekend after Labor Day.
Yes, I do remember By's Burgers as I worked
there from Jan '51 through to September '55. It
was fun to be there working as that was the place
everybody came to after games and Hi-Spot club
activities. Kids might go to other places but from
1950 through about '58, it was the place for the
students in Richland. Take care.
RE: Favorite Teachers
Mr. Dawald for government as he was there to
teach you. He especially made it hard on his
basketball players who were in his classes. He was
very strict and some were surprised when they got
their report cards. He was a good person and will
always be remembered by the students who took his
classes.
The little humming and whistling in class by
him was a way to teach us how to learn to
concentrate as he told me when I was in college
and spent some hours in his classes before I did
my classroom work.
By the by, some students from the '54 class
bought him a parrot - as they were graduating - to
keep him in tune.
Mr. Richard Kelly (U.S. History teacher) He had
a good sense of humor as students used to get him
rattled sometimes but he took it like a trooper.
He was a very frail man as he had a sports
accident in his late teens in track and his back
was fused and he walked over hunched.
He gave very good lectures about the U.S. and
always had homework for him. He was known to have
a drink or two in his day and some of the boys
from the '52 class gave him a bottle to remember
them by at their graduation time.
Fun to be in his classes. Something was always
going on in his classes.
-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Gus Keeney (57)
Hi, Everyone,
Every body raise your "little Hannies". How
many times have we heard that from "Daddy Dawald"?
So many of the Richland teachers influenced my
future that I don't know if I could pick a
favorite. But, I guess that I was always sort of a
"fence sitter" anyway.
I suppose that the Music teachers Bill Dunton
and Harley Stell gave the confidence to face all
people on an even scale.
I very often marvel how many times Mr. Juricich's
comments come to my aid in heavy traffic
situations, like in Seattle, LA, Portland, etc.
Just thought I would get a quick note off to
everyone.
More later.
-Gus Keeney (57)
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>>From: Burt Pierard (59)
Calling all Bombers/Beavers -
I have mentioned many times that R2K is not in
competition with the traditional Bomber Reunions
but it turns out that we are competing with one
group. Kennewick High School has the audacity to
try and copy us and have an All Lions Reunion this
summer. They have even copied our name!!! (using
R2K for Reunion 2000). They are working on a one
day event a couple of weeks after R2K.
We have all the advantages and this should be a
Slam Dunk. We have the roots in Wartime Tradition
and a special bond with school and community that
no other high school in the world can possibly
match. We will be the "firstest" with Tri-City and
Washington State television coverage and
negotiations are proceeding for national network
coverage. We are offering a much larger and
ambitious event agenda so now the secret is to be
the "mostest," namely a show of strength!!! Let's
send those KHS people packing with their lion tail
firmly between their legs by showing them what an
All Class Reunion really means.
Get those Registrations and Head Counts in now!
This is your only guarantee of obtaining all those
cool R2K merchandise items (a limited supply of
items will be available for "walkups" but advance
ordering insures that you won't be disappointed).
See you in June!!!
Bomber cheers,
-Burt Pierard (59)
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>>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
To all paper carriers:
Just had to put in my 2 cents worth (and that
is probably the cost of a newspaper back then) but
my dearest friend had the courage and tenacity
when we were students at Carmichael to take on
delivery of the Columbia Basin News. This was an
early morning route, and as I recall, that meant
the papers had to be picked up at 4:30 a.m. and
delivered to... and this is what was special, the
WOMEN's DORMS - those lovely barracks like
buildings where "single" women of Richland lived -
not eligible likely for any "family" housing then.
And, that is why the delivery "person" had to be
female. This was such a daunting task, not only
because of that early hour, but my dear friend
would make this route from Cottonwood down to the
dorms, down Lee Boulevard in the pitch dark on her
bike, deliver the papers (took about an hour or
more) and then back home in the dark or early
dawn - all this before school most days. I can
vouch for these trips because I made several
weekend forays with her - sometimes with snow or
ice on the ground (yeah, I know, kids, uphill both
ways with newspapers stuffed in our clothes for
warmth.... not quite, but a vast difference from
anything like it today.) I was (and still am)
sworn to secrecy for if anyone at school found out
she did this, there would be hell-to-pay for she
was certain that this was without doubt the most
uncool job ever - and to ride a bike, at that -
such a grade school thing and most uncool thing
for someone in Jr. High! (Hard to believe -we had
more hangups than a Xmas tree.)
Well enough about poor little possums eeking
out some spending cabbage - I must say that 2 of
my most favorite teachers at Col Hi were Mrs.
Burns - our fabulous steno teacher, the only
teacher to ever give a party at her home at the
end of the year and Nan Beechner - a great English
teacher who demanded so much and surprisingly, got
through to many of us (Ned Pugh and I sure liked
to chat a lot, didn't we.)
I have to say that Harley Stell was an
accomplished vocal music instructor who made
certain that we participated in all that we could
in our little corner of the world.
-Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
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>>From: Bill Moyers (60)
RE: Paper Routes
To Norm Bell (61) and the other paper boys.....
Yep, I always figured the TCH was the best to
deliver because of the afternoon schedule. I was
grateful not to be forced out of bed in the wee
hours of the morning, every morning to do the
route. However, it wasn't always so much fun to
leave the swimming pool just at 3 pm every
afternoon when things were really rolling, to go
deliver those papers. Or leave any other fun
boyhood activities in mid-afternoon to go to work.
And of course, when those really hot days in
August hit (I remember a few days over 115
degrees) it lost some appeal then too.
We had 125 to 130 subscribers, mostly in a
fairly compact area; seemed like virtually
everyone took the TCH in those days. But those
heavy Sunday morning papers were definitely a
challenge. Took a quite a few trips back and forth
to the house to re-fill the bags on the bikes; a
couple of dozen of those heavy suckers were a full
load, about all you could effectively manage at
once.
Nothing like the Sunday editions of the
Oregonian or Seattle papers, though.
Yes, collecting was always the toughest chore;
lots and lots of "can you come back again on
payday?" Seemed like it took all month to collect
from all 125 or so customers, then it was time to
start over again! Now it seems billing is done by
mail, for 3 or more months at a time, and they
accept credit cards...... radical!
-Bill Moyers (60)
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>>From: Rick Maddy (67)
RE: Favorite Teachers
The teacher that I remember most at RHS, is
Miss Brown (English)(Senior year I think). I
remember in particular, the time we had an essay
due in class. I worked so hard on that essay. I
typed it, put it in a folder and all. Only problem
with the paper, was when I went to punch the holes
in it to put it in the folder, I punched the holes
on the right side and not the left. Miss Brown
gave me an A- on the essay. Said I would have
received an A+, but it "looked sloppy". :-) That
was still a big deal for me, as I was never an A /
B student. Miss Brown had a certain style of
teaching. You knew when she was upset, because she
would rip her glasses off and let them dangle from
her neck chain. :-)
-Rick Maddy (67)
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>>From: Joe Largé (68)
To Debra Dawson Fogler (74),
The gentleman's name that lived down the street
from me and was an Airframe and Powerplant
mechanic was Gene Ganders and his wife Mildred. (I
remembered his name just "after" I sent the e-
mail).
Occasionally I would take a flight from Sea-Tac
to Boise Idaho for a repair job at the Air Force
base at Mountain Home. We would fly over
Richland/Tri Cities. It sure is a lot greener
since that old time. It seems that even the
overall temperature of the Tri-Cities has changed,
with a slightly bit more humidity in the air and
the high temperatures lessened a little.
Do you remember going through Pasco on your way
to Ritzville, how dry and deserty it was? It
really floored me the first time I came through
there and saw all those grape fields and all the
greenery! Almost reminded me of the sights in the
show "How Green was my Valley"! What a change!
Catch you later,
-Joe Largé (68)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Michael West Rivers (68WB)
Date: Sat Mar 11 23:30:16 2000
:-)
I went to Spalding, Jason Lee and Chief Jo.
Didn't get to attend High school there, but would
have been in the class of '68. Always wished I had
been, instead I'm 'Vegas High '68.
Hope to hear from anyone remembering me, I'll
just say HEY, to everyone, cool site.
-Michael West Rivers (68WB)
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>>From: Peggy Hartnett (72)
To Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
Debra,
What can I say? I am glad I am not the clout
that taunted you but kids can be amazingly mean to
one another. We start scoring points at the
expense of others early on.
I think you should dye your hear some truly
wild color for the weekend just for fun, and put
on a short skirt and go play on the monkey bars!
Just the other day at work we were discussing
childhood humiliations. I think the teasings some
of us CK kids took from neighborhood kids during
May when we had those processions around the
church and school has to top my list! I must not
have been devout enough, I just felt stupid
walking around singing hymns and saying the rosary
- but that's me and the public school kids on our
street thought it was pretty stupid too!
-Peggy Hartnett (72)
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>>From: Tami Lyons Zirians (76)
Went to see Brad Upton (74) last night at
Giggles in the U District in Seattle and he was
hilarious. For those of you who haven't had a
chance to check out his show, you can buy his CD
on line from Amazon.com at this website...
[ http://www.amazon.com
Click the MUSIC tab...
type in "Brad Upton" and click the GO button.
OR ]
(A little free advertising never hurts!) Thanks Brad!
-Tami Lyons Zirians (76)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/13/00
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11 Bombers and 2 funeral notices today.
Richard Roberts (49), Annette Bradley (51),
Joan Eckert (51), Marilyn Peddicord (53),
Jim Boyd (55), Bob Trethewey (58WB),
Kathy Rathvon (63), Ken Peterson (64),
Michael West Rivers (68), Brad Wear (71),
Peggy Adair (72)
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>>From: Richard Roberts (49)
RE: Favorite teacher
No one has mentioned Walter LePage. Great teacher.
-Richard Roberts (49)
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>>From: Annette Bradley Forsythe (51)
To Frank Osgard (63) on his memories of getting
his morning refreshment from the milk on the
porches, and from the bakery truck on its rounds,
and selling papers plucked off customers' porches
and reselling to people waiting for the bus.
My husband, Don Forsythe (51) was both a
"breadman" and a "milkman" in his early career,
and he says you probably owe him big time - do you
realize how mad some folks get when their order is
missing - those call-backs really made his day!!
We really had a great laugh over those escapades.
-Annette Bradley Forsythe (51)
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>>From: Joan Eckert Sullens (51)
RE: Favorite teachers
If I still remember a lot of the teachings of
the following teachers after all this time (1951),
they must have been good teachers!
Ray Juricich for Driver Ed with a little
football thrown in.
Miss Carlisle for her constant harping on flat
stomachs.
Ms. Johnson for all kinds of tips from sewing
to flower arranging to hair styling to cooking and
household record keeping.
There was another teacher (whose name has
escaped me) who made a big point of taking "mind
pictures". There have been so many times when I've
been somewhere where photos either couldn't be
taken or wouldn't do it justice.
-Joan Eckert Sullens (51)
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>>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53)
I can't help but chuckle about the current
paper route discussion. I had the first paper
route for the Tri-City Herald in the women's
dorms. We lived in a tract house directly across
from the dorms on Lee Blvd. One day when I was 11
"a man" from the paper came by and asked if I
would deliver the papers there. The route began
with 2 papers. I had to walk to the office which
was where the gallery is now - near the park on
Lee Boulevard - to get the papers. After some
months the papers were dropped off in the front
yard when there were 30 some subscribers.
I kept the route until I was 16 and Harvey
Stoller (the owner of the Richland Laundry - Patty
and Barbara's dad and our neighbor) appeared in
the kitchen one afternoon and said, "When are you
going to stop that stupid paper route and come to
work for me?" I gave it up soon after that and
joined the other girls working in the front office
passing out the dry cleaning.
I liked the paper route it taught me lots of
things, not the least of which that earned cash is
a precious and freedom granting asset.
My dear departed sister, Kathryn (55) also had
a route in the dorms too. I think it was the
Spokane paper, but am not sure.
Our Dad, Edwin Peddicord had been the publisher
and owner of the Benton County Advocate until
1940. At that time the town fathers had nominated
him for postmaster.
I have his appointment papers signed by
President Roosevelt. It was before civil service,
so it was a presidential appointment.
The first post office was where the Italian
restaurant is on Lee Blvd. now. It was a fourth
class office with only one employee besides my
father and a rural route carrier. Imagine the
change for them when the town began to expand in
1942. Dad had only two years experience and was
about 35 years old. He was able to grow with the
town and at the peak the P.O. had about 50
employees, a branch in North Richland and even did
such things as fly the mail around during the big
flood of 48. Anyway, Daddy kept his job, enjoying
it and all the people and the town until he
retired at age 65.
Anyway, back to the paper, I remember Mother
and Dad taking news "tips' over the old wooden
telephone in the kitchen - you know the one with
the crank. I also remember the printing presses
and type setting plates. The office was located on
Lee Blvd. About where the old Newberry store was.
For years there were old bound copies of the paper
in the wood shed at the back of your yard. Kassie
and I would often read through them - I think
Daddy gave them to the historical society many
years later.
-Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53)
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>>From: Jimmy D. ("JD", "Jim", "Barney Bear") Boyd (55)
RE: Paper Routes
I had my first paper route for Portland
Oregonian the summer of 1949. I had approximately
50 customers and my route was practically all of
the new ranch homes, which was quite a large area.
After about six months of a lot of work and not
very much money (probably about ten dollars a
month) I was able to get a Seattle PI route and 80
customers. This route was a 70% smaller area than
the other and I made $25.00 a month profit. That
was a lot of money back in those days!
Does anyone remember spending all day Saturday
down by the by-pass highway and Wellisan Wy (sp)
polishing and waxing their parent's car? There
were some tall trees there which provided shade to
wax the car under. Maybe that is why I go to the
car wash to have the car taken car of now. Ha!
In addition to our favorite teachers, how
about our favorite custodians? I nominate Bill
Hartley. He was always involved in activities,
sports, etc. You could always joke around with
him.
Bomber Cheers!!
-Jimmy D. ("JD", "Jim", "Barney Bear") Boyd (55)
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>>From: Bob Trethewey (58)
RE: Mr. St. John
Although I went to Carmichael and didn't have
Mr. St. John as a teacher I was a member of
Explorer Post 147 and knew Mr. St. John very well
I remember the trips that we made and Mr. St. John
helping. What a great person. What would we all
have done without great teachers like Mr. St. John
to influence our lives.
-Bob Trethewey (58) should have been.
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>>From: Kathy Rathvon (63)
Saw Brad Upton (74) at Giggles in Seattle
Friday night. There were other Bombers there. I
also know that some were going Saturday night.
Brad is so funny. You will laugh so hard that your
cheeks will be sore the next day. If you haven't
seen him, catch him in Portland, Billings, where
ever he is. You will be glad you did.
-Kathy Rathvon (63)
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>>From: Ken Peterson (64)
To Bill Moyers (60)
How are you doing, Bill?
Haven't heard from you for some time now. Seems
you must have gotten your running legs from
running from the dogs on your paper route. Too bad
we won't make the Hood-To-Coast run this year. Oh
well. Stuff happens, but we'll do it next year.
I've been running a lot this year doing some
long long runs on Sunday mornings with a group of
people along the beautiful Columbia River. We
sometimes will head north and go out to the 300
area and back and for a change will head south to
the blue bridge and back. As we are going along
it's nice to relate to them a little history of my
younger (and sometimes wild) days of growing up in
this area. Things that happened and things I did
as a kid.
I really do wonder how I made it. It really is
a great life here and running along the dike and
foot path does bring back some fond memories, and
some that I should forget like running through the
russian olive trees (oh da) from the boys in blue.
Getting caught hurt worse than the thorns from the
trees. At least it made me think I needed to grow
up a little (but just a little).
Hey, keep healthy and hopefully running. I'll
catch up with you later. Be sure to say hello to
Louise and I hope she is doing well.
-Ken Peterson (64)
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>>From: Michael West Rivers (68)
I got a message from "Nevertowed" that Phil Jones (69)
and Brad Wear (71) were asking about me.
Brad, I got a message from your sister. Says you
are in Dallas. Hope to hear from you.
Any body seen Bruce Bentley (70) or Chris Martin (70)
tell them to write.
This is just TOOOOO COOL.
I have been having a ball reading shared
memories, some that are so unique to Richland.
Later....
-Michael or "Mikie" (if that's where it's at Terry :-) ) Rivers (68)
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>>From: Brad Wear (71)
To Dan Turner (70)
Dan,
I don't think Ernie allowed any drugs "knowingly"
in the place. He was pretty tight with a lot of the
people who hung out there and for the most part
they respected him for it. I remember the glue guys
in the park between the Cue and the gym. Never
understood them. It was definitely an institution
of "higher education" that taught inexpensive life
lessons.
-Brad Wear (71)
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>>From: Peggy Adair (72)
RE: Trying to locate Lynn Kesel
I am trying to locate a girl named Lynn Kesel.
She was a good friend of my brother, Gene Adair
(66). Lynn would have graduated somewhere between
1966 to 1968, I think. She was extremely artistic,
especially with drawings of horses. Somehow I have
ended up with some pictures she drew in high
school; a watercolor, an ink, and three pencil
sketches. Maybe she gave them to my brother. When
he died, I must have inherited them. If there is
anyone who has any knowledge of her, please let me
know through the Alumni Sandstorm. If I remember,
she lived in an A house on either Symons or Torbett.
-Peggy Adair (72)
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Funeral Notices scanned from TCHerald
by Shirley Collings Haskins, '66
Paul Keith, Class of 1996
http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/
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That's it for today. Please send more.
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/14/00
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15 and 1 Lion (who attended John Ball) today.
Marilyn Overstreet (52), Annie Parker (57),
Carol Bishop (57), Fred Segrest (57),
Howard Kirz (60), Ed Wood (62),
Ron Richards (63), Gary Brehn (64-KHS),
Chuck Monasmith (65), Rick Maddy (67),
Jeff Curtis (69), Phil Jones (69),
Bob Gustavson (70), Brad Upton (74),
Doug Zangar (74), Anne Mitzlaff (77)
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>>From: Annie Parker Hoyle (57)
RE: '57 favorite teacher
My two favorites were Mr. Reid - History (I
also had him as a sixth grade teacher at Marcus
Whitman) and Miss. Reddicopp (spelling)
typing/shorthand. Thanks for compiling these for
the 1957 class. Nice to hear from you on the
Sandstorm.
-Annie Parker Hoyle (57)
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>>From: Marilyn Overstreet Garrett (52)
To Charlotte Carlson Terry (52)
Hi,
I was glad to see your recent entry. I had
noticed the pleasant comments about your Dad
Ernie, & had printed it out for you, in case you
had missed it. I remember him also as a kind,
friendly & fun person. Do you remember him letting
us ride on the front fenders as he drove us on
little trips to the countryside? I also loved your
Mom's delicious cabbage rolls. I learned to make
them myself & still do to this day.
My Dad came to the Hanford project in 1943 & we
lived in Prosser until we were able to get the A
house on Marshall in 1945. That is when we first
met at Sacajawea school. Like you said, so many
memories!
One that stands out from Sacajawea, was when we
had 8th grade (I think) in a hutment building and
had Mr. Klucas as a teacher. A bunch of the boys
always gave him a pretty bad time & on this day
they bodily picked him up & tossed him out over
the back railing. He usually took it well, but I
don't think I learned much that year! The guys
surely must remember who they were, I do! (Jack?
Jerry? & others, fess up!)
Regarding other's comment on their tradition of
going to the corner store in our case it was
Garmos on Thayer Drive. Our favorite goodie was
the nickel dill pickles to munch on. We loved
them!
When walking so much between our homes on
Williams & Marshall, one day I'll never forget. We
were walking down Williams Blvd., we both had on
yellow dresses & along came a police car going the
same direction we were walking. In passing he
turned around to look & to our astonishment, he
ran clear up over the sidewalk before he ever got
back on the road. We've laughed about that many
times.
Growing up in Richland was pretty neat, with
the outdoor games with all the kids on the block,
going to the Hi-Spot & working at the theaters
with you & others. My favorite frozen goodie from
the theater was the U-no bars. Also remember the
old narrow bridge between Kennewick & Pasco & the
time my Mom met a bus & scared us all to death?
There's so much more, but enough for now.
I would love to see you & Bill at some of the
reunions. I will E-mail you soon.
-Marilyn Overstreet Garrett (52)
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>>From: Carol Bishop Horne (57)
To Annette Bradley Forsythe (51)
My husband can relate to the taking of the
milk.... he worked with your husband at
Carnation.... in the 60's.....
Also i remember seeing u when u came to Alaska
on a cruise... i worked in the tourist store
across from the dock.... and i did ask u if you
were the one from Richland... do u remember??
-Carol Bishop Horne (57)...... Gene Horne....
In regards to the funeral notice.... is Genie
Hammer related to Jim or Glen Hammer....
carol (again)
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>>From: Fred Segrest (57)
RE: Teacher Survey
To Loron Holden (57):
This is a voice from the past. I nominate John
Reid as my most memorable high school teacher. I
remember Reid as interesting, knowledgeable, a
skilled teacher, and concerned about his students.
Although I've not been close to the Richland scene
since graduation in 1957, I saw your letter in the
Sandstorm site and took this opportunity to reply.
The fact that I remember him at all after 43 years
is probably the best measure of the effect he had
on me.
I'd like to know if he stayed in teaching or
moved on, if he's still alive, and if he can be
reached.
Thanks for the chance to participate.
-Fred Segrest (57)
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>>From: Howard Kirz (60)
RE: Paper boys and girls
All those great stories about newspaper boys
(and girls) of the 50's gave me a rush of personal
memories about getting up at 4:00 am to deliver
the Columbia Basin News. We'd all meet at
Dietrich's Market around 4:15 am, squat on the
sidewalk rolling papers together, swap impressive
lies about girls and baseball and try to keep our
hands warm with assorted incendiary devices. Then
around 4:30 we'd wheel off into the morning with
our bikes 'n bags, flinging papers into the
neighbors' bushes and windows until some drooling
dog chased us home. Don't know exactly what those
special experiences later added to our characters,
but it definitely gave me a lifelong addiction to
hot chocolate on cold mornings!
RE: favorite teachers:
I'll toss in my votes in for Naomi Buescher (a
math teacher with real class) and Mrs. Luckey (an
English teacher who finally convinced me that
spelling, although not handwriting, did have
redeeming social value).
-Howard Kirz (60)
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>>From: Ed Wood (62)
To Helen Cross (62)
John Bouchard was a fascinating teacher at
Carmichael. I took speech class from him in 7th or
8th grade, in part because I had a stutter that I
was trying to get over. He was both challenging as
well as compassionate, which made him quite
effective, at least in my case. He asked us to
list five topics we might want to speak on
extemporaneously, and we submitted these ideas to
him on 3 x 5 cards. Once a day or so he would pick
up a 3 x 5 card from someone, mispronounce the
topic, and ask the person to speak on a topic
extemporaneously that wasn't even close to what
was originally submitted.
I recall David Douglas volunteering to speak on
unions, but being requested to give a five minute
speech on onions! Any idea what happened to John
Bouchard?
-Ed Wood (62)
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>>From: Ron Richards (63)
RE: Howard Chitty
Jack Gardiner's (61) mention of Mr. Chitty
reminded me of one of my more pleasant excursions.
In the summer of 1957 I was fortunate enough to go
with Mr. Chitty to British Columbia's Bowron Lake
Provincial Park. It was an annual event for Mr.
Chitty and one other teacher from Carmichael (I
think) to take several kids on what was a 120 or
so mile round trip by outboard motor boat (now
only canoes or kayaks), portage, and trail into
Issac Lake. Along with some spectacular scenery,
scary grizzly bear stories, and an awful heavy
backpack, one got to experience some great
fishing. I'll never forget the twenty-five pound
plus Kamloops trout that grabbed my huge bronze
lure with gaudy ruby red eyes, ran to the surface,
jumped about three feet out of the water, shook
its head like a tarpon, and threw that lure about
50 feet right back into our boat - almost impaling
the lure's hooks in Mr. Chitty's face. Yes, the
big one that got away (actually the second biggest
one that got away but that is another story) but
it sure is fun to remember.
-Ron Richards (63)
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>>From: Gary Brehm (64-KHS)
To Burt Pierard (59)
Re: R2K Reunion
Concerning your comments regarding Kennewick's
2000 reunion, I'm hoping your entry was in jest
and good fun, because for you to say "Kennewick
High School has the audacity to try and copy
us..." is in fact wrong, if it was a serious
comment.
Kennewick's 2000 reunion was in the works long
before Richland's was even a serious
consideration. The reason I know that is because I
wrote to the Sandstorm at least six months prior
to any organized planning took place for R2K. A
few people began writing in about it, so I replied
and told of Kennewick's plans to have a year 2000
reunion and it would be held at the Benton-
Franklin Co. Fairgrounds. I encouraged Richland
people to do the same!
Enough said. I truly hope both Richland's and
Kennewick's reunions this summer are huge
successes. My wife (Marsha Goslin Brehm, '65) and
I have plans to attend both. Maybe Pasco will have
one too!
-Gary Brehm (64-KHS)
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>>From: Chuck Monasmith (65)
To Mikey Rivers (68WB)
I remember you!
-Chuck Monasmith (65)
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>>From: Rick Maddy (67)
RE: school
Go Nixon!! Wow, that took a combo of nerve and
stoopidity, hey? When the news of the president
being shot was announced the school day fell
apart, to say the least. I headed out of Mr.
Yonce's ninth grade homeroom class to the
health/science room where there was a TV. What was
his name... the teach?
He, like most, was not taking this news well. I
will never forget that. Changed my whole attitude
about the man, even if I cannot recall his name at
this moment. He had this "thingy" (duh) in his
classroom and when you would spin the handle it
produced electricity. Alton Spencer (deceased 67)
and I would go in there and take turns seeing who
could hang onto the two wires the longest.
In eighth grade we had to have our parents sign
this paper to view some film for our sex education
in his class. Boys separate from girls. I only
recall having a few chuckles and seeing something
that resembled PacMan. I wonder if that is the
same film where the inventor came up with that
idea? Always was curious what the girls were
treated to. Ms. PacMan? What a waste of time! Even
in those times of "innocence". Yes, I plead
innocent... always. With the exception of recess
scuttlebutt and National Geographic magazine, I
learned more about sex education on the National
Little League scoreboard in the sixth grade when
some older boys taped the inside of a Playboy
magazine to it than whatever went down in the
classroom. What was that teacher's name...?
Mr. Billups was the one I feared most with the
paddle. I remember the holes drilled in it and a
tape, or was it leather, grip. Don't recall any
wrist strap in case it got away from him though.
I was sitting in the Carmichael cafeteria
during lunch waiting for an opportunity to lift
someone's cinnamon roll center when there was a
commotion and nearly a fight because someone
called this boy something other than gender
specific. His hair was starting to touch his ears.
The Beatles had yet to set in concrete the long
hair scene at Carmichael during the 63/64 school
year.
Today they call it ADD, or ADHD, and probably
would have had me on ritalin too, but I think the
biggest distraction in Mr. Yonce's class from my
studies was having to sit next to Renee Walton.
Anyone know how Sue Button (67) is doing these
days?
Rick Maddy (67)
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[I TRY to keep the following from happening.
Here's a classic example of what happens if YOU
DON'T 'sign' your entry. - Maren]
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>>From: Rick Maddy (67)
RE: not mine
This is not my post - The reason I know it is not
my post is because I never had Miss Brown for a
teacher and I never typed a paper in high school.
I have a feeling my post was 86ed.
RM (67)
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from the 3/12/00 Sandstorm.
Post is from Rick POLK (70) not from Rick Maddy (67)
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>>From: Rick Maddy (67)
RE: Favorite Teachers
The teacher that I remember most at RHS, is
Miss Brown (English)(Senior year I think). I
remember in particular, the time we had an essay
due in class. I worked so hard on that essay. I
typed it, put it in a folder and all. Only problem
with the paper, was when I went to punch the holes
in it to put it in the folder, I punched the holes
on the right side and not the left. Miss Brown
gave me an A- on the essay. Said I would have
received an A+, but it "looked sloppy". :-) That
was still a big deal for me, as I was never an A /
B student. Miss Brown had a certain style of
teaching. You knew when she was upset, because she
would rip her glasses off and let them dangle from
her neck chain. :-)
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PLEASE!! Eliminate this problem!! 'Sign' your own
entries - instead of leaving that to me.. -Maren]
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>>From: Jeff Curtis (69)
RE: JFK
It was the Fall of 1963, the waning days of
September. The leaves on the miles of sycamores
that lined both sides of Cottonwood Street were
not falling yet but had begun their annual flame-
on. The days were still bright and hot but the
nights had that crisp, cool edge that spelled the
immanent change of seasons. Bob Avant (69) and I
would reenact line-for-line scenes from the best
selling album by Vaughn Meader, "The First
Family". We even tried out for the part of the
President in Chief Jo's production of "The Mouse
That Roared" using the New England accent that was
so famous. God, we must have seemed like idiots.
The Beatles wouldn't be wanting to hold anyone's
hand on Ed's "really big shoe..." for another five
or six months. Kruschev and his minions were the
bad guys. Jack and Bobby were the good guys. No
shades of gray, no mitigation's. The global and
national situations were very easy to get your
arms around. It was the immediate dynamics of my
first month of seventh grade that were
unimaginably complex. I was at the bottom of a
pretty tall learning curve that I was going to
have to climb whether I liked it or not. Yes, the
local scene was much more of a concern than
anything Washington or Moscow could muster.
However, that particular week one thought
dominated my mind. He was coming. The President.
The same guy that had Nixon sweating like a pig at
a luau on the television debates. The guy that
stared down Kruschev and sent him and his missiles
packing back to the Kremlin just the previous
October. He was going to stand up in front of us
and speak, right there in the middle of the
desert. Wow. This was huge.
That Wednesday, as usual, I went to my Boy
Scout Troop meeting in the basement of Christ the
King. I wasn't in the best of moods that evening.
I was already way behind on a speech assignment
for Mr. St. John. I hadn't even gotten around to
picking up any 3 X 5 cards at Dennison's yet. Mom
made liver and onions for dinner I think and, you
know, that pretty much sets an ugly tone for the
rest of the evening. Plus, before the Troop
meeting, Mike Crawly (69) had put me in a full-
nelson for about 10 minutes and I was sure that my
shoulders were lining up about two inches behind
where they should have been.
Ed O'Claire, our Scoutmaster, started the
meeting and informed us that First Aid merit badge
classes were going to start the next week. Also,
we had a compute scheduled in two weeks at our
"if-you-can't-find-anywhere-good-to-camp-then-
just-go-here" campground in the russian olive
groves behind the Rose Bowl. And lastly, our troop
had been selected to provide support services to
the pending JFK visit. My shoulders immediately
popped into normal position. What was that? Did he
say we were going to do something when Kennedy
came? Mr. O'Claire continued that our troop had
been tapped to direct traffic in the parking lot
for the event. The parking lot? Although I was not
familiar with the layout of the site (or even know
where it was for that matter) I was fairly certain
that the parking lot would be about as far away
from the action as you could get. Well, we could
only park cars till the thing got started because
everyone should have gotten there by then, right?
At least that's what I was hoping. If I had to
traipse around in the hot sun waving people right
an left in a dusty parking lot and then didn't get
to see the President, well.... it was going to
fall in line with the way the rest of the month
was shaping up. And that just wouldn't do. When
the day arrived Mom and Dad and my brothers got
into the sky-blue '59 Ford station wagon and headed
into the sage. The parking lot WAS hot and dusty.
I was stationed at the far end of the lot and
didn't even have a good view of the crowd much
less the stage area. I was in uniform and because
of the weather was in the "summer" version. I had
severe doubts about the amount of respect and
impression of command in the minds of approaching
motorists, could be generated by the sight of a
twelve year old boy in knee socks and a
neckerchief. However, I dutifully flagged folks
left and right for a couple of hours until the
traffic subsided. No one was around to tell me
what to do at that point so I wandered over and
into the crowd. It was H O T! I was a dusty mess.
People had taken the programs and folded them
these funny looking, triangle shaped, pirate hats
to get some relief from the scalding sun. Jeep,
there were a whole lot of people with those paper
hats on. I wondered if how to make them was common
knowledge. You know like paper airplanes or
something. Or did a few people know how and,
everyone else thinking it was a pretty good idea,
just up and figured out how to copy the process.
Either way it still looked like some kind of low
budget Water Buffalo Lodge meeting. But who was I,
in my olive drab knee socks, to judge? One of the
local organizers spotted my uniform and grabbed me
by the arm. He told me to head up front and help
usher. Up front? OK. Someone had constructed a
seating area for the media and local dignitaries
right up by the stage. There were several rows of
chairs and a two-by-four railing between them and
the podium. I was positioned at the head of one of
the isles and walked folks to their seats for the
next twenty minutes or so. This was great. I was
now really close up. I was going to get to see
everything. There was a distant humming that
became a louder whirring that turned eventually
into a whoop whooping roar as the President's
helicopter came in from Moses Lake. The wash from
the rotors blew the hell out of everything. Dust,
tumbleweeds and paper pirate hats were flying
everywhere. There were a couple of large flags on
the stage and the American flag, old Stars and
Stripes went down with a crack. The wooden
flagpole had snapped in two on impact. Nowadays,
this would have been associated with some kind of
poetic irony. But in the Rob and Laura Pert
innocence of the early 60s, this was just an
unfortunate turn of events that required action.
Et Wager (64?), with whom I would be a fellow
Explorer Scout in a few years, was actually on the
stage and immediately picked up the flag and the
broken pole. He put them back together, set the
flag upright in it's original spot and proceeded
to hold the pieces in place with both hands for
the rest of the proceedings. I'll never forget how
great an accomplishment I thought that was. He had
to have been very hot and very tired but he never
let go of the standard. The whole problem became a
non incident due to his diligence. There are
probably a few folks still around that were in the
front of it all that day. And a few of them might
remember the flag blowing over. But I'll bet only
a handful remember how that flag got upright and
stayed that way. Sometimes the good stuff is
really good because its so transparent with no
special recognition required. Et saw a problem
and acted to correct it quickly and quietly. Nice
job.
John F. Kennedy stepped out of the helicopter
ducking below the rotors with his hand over his
head like I had seen virtually everyone on the TV
show "Whirlybirds" do several times an episode.
Man, did this guy look action packed.
He was introduced to the roaring approval of
around 30,000 onlookers. Some with pirate hats
still on their heads. I don't remember a thing he
said. I really didn't even know why he was there
till years later reading about it. That wasn't the
point anyway. This was like a rock concert or
something. And I had front row seats.
He went on for a while and finally wrapped it
all up. Cool. I had seen him from about 30 feet
away, much closer than I ever had thought I would
get. But wait! He was coming down to the front of
the railing! He was starting on the right side and
working his way left, shaking the hands of the
front row group. I managed to turn sideways - left
and squeeze in between to rather rotund men. As
the President went by I could hardly see him
through the guys in front of me. I stuck my left
hand out and I watched as he came into view and
grabbed then shook my left hand with his right. He
kind of shook the back of my hand. JFK having gone
further down the line, the two burley boys now on
either side of me pealed away. I was kind of
dazed. I had shaken his hand. Wow. Then I noticed
that as he reached the far end of the railing, the
President started working his way back. He was
making another pass!
This time there were no obstructions. I was
going to get a fallen, up front handshake. I
really wanted to have something clever to say to
him. I couldn't let this kind of opportunity pass
without trying to talk to him. I had been
listening to the radio in the car on the ride out
that day and heard a report that some nut (or
maybe a student driver) had rammed his pickup
truck into the front gates of the White House.
When I heard that I thought about what it must be
like to find out about stuff like that happening
to your house on the news while your traveling
around giving speeches and such. I couldn't
imagine. But it gave me an idea. When he
approached and was standing right in front of me I
put out my (right) hand I looked directly into his
right ear. He was talking to some lady to his left
and had his head turned. But then he turned and
looked right at me and took my hand. "uhhhh....Mr.
President, I heard somebody tried to park his
truck in your living room.... " All he replied was
"Yeah" but his eyes twinkled and he smiled at me.
Then he moved on.
I stood there pretty much out of it for a while
staring at my hand. The President wrapped up all
the glad-handing and his helicopter wound back up
and moments later he was gone from the desert. A
few weeks later he was gone from the Earth.
I was in Carl Schleer's homeroom class that
November day when the horrible news came over the
PA system. The school officials didn't let us go
home but they didn't expect us to do much of
anything the rest of the day either. I remember a
lot of crying. I remember a lot of anger and
uncertainty. I really did not know sadness till
then and I still think that a lot of us were too
young to have had to get that kind of a dose. It
would be a lot better if you had the time to ease
into the knowledge that downs can follow ups and
sometimes in direct proportion to each other,
sometimes not. We really got thrown into the deep
end of the pool on that one though.
The ensuing weekend that November was terrible.
I watched a guy get murdered on TV. I watched the
horses pull the coffin down the street to
incessant drum rolls. I heard the bugler hit a
clinker when he played Taps at Arlington and died
a little bit seeing Jackie and Caroline watch John
John salute as his father passed. The holidays
that year were the most somber I hope I ever have
to endure. Time could not pass too quickly. My
parents never played Vaugh Meader's album again
and Bob Avant and I started memorizing Bill
Cosby's "Why Is There Air" instead.
Eventually I washed my hand.
-Jeff Curtis (69)
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>>From: Phil Jones (69)
To Julie Ham Froehlich (77)
Yes, Julie, the one and only Henry Yonce. Your
Chief Joe Principal was at Carmichael earlier as a
teacher and coach. He was great at both. I played
baseball for him at Carmichael in 1965, his last
year of coaching there as I recall. In 1966, Stan
Scheibe took over the team. I think Henry coached
varsity basketball that year also. In 1965 / 66,
he was replaced by Bob Sterling. Henry became an
administrator at Carmichael in 1966, my ninth grade
year, and gave up coaching, later moving on to
Chief Jo. Henry was one of my all time favorites.
A wonderful man who positively influenced me. I
spent lots of time talking to him and he treated
me like I was an adult, which I greatly
appreciated. I hope he is enjoying his retirement.
-Phil Jones (69)
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>>From: Bob Gustavson (70)
RE: Brotherhood of Paperboys
Hands down, the toughest paper delivery in
Richland was The Oregonian (sorry, Norm). My older
brother Don and I shared a route with 95
customers. This was a morning paper that had to be
delivered by 6:00 AM. Our route stretched from the
Central Fire Station out to the The Graduate
Center (now WSU Tri-Cities) on Harris, and it lay
between George Washington Way and the river.
Because the route was so close to the river, you
had to watch out for early morning foraging
skunks.
The Daily papers were larger than the TC Herald
Sundays, and the Sunday Oregonian was almost 3
inches thick. On Sundays, it was only possible to
stuff 13 papers total into the front and back
pouches of the paper bag we wore on our shoulders.
When we got on our bikes, we could barely turn the
handlebars before they would hit the sides of the
over-stuffed front bag.
This route did have its advantages, though. The
customer base was primarily Doctors, Dentists,
successful businessmen, and Hanford Managers,
Engineers, and Scientists. We never had problems
collecting, and the tips were great. The Oregonian
paid its paper boys pretty well also.
After the route was delivered, a trip to
Spudnut shop was a usual occurrence, or one might
go to Kaiser's Market and break open the freshly
delivered bundles of racy magazines to sit and
read a copy or two. In the fall and winter it was
a common to get stopped by RPD now and then for a
little harassment about not having a light on the
bike. They must have been pretty bored. Or maybe
it really was entertaining. I always called the
officer "Sergeant" when I spoke to him, and that
seemed to work.
-Bob Gustavson (70)
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>>From: Brad Upton (74)
I wanted to thank all the Bombers that came out
to Giggles this past weekend. It was great meeting
all of you! I wish we had more time to swap
stories.
One more plug.... I'll be at Harvey's in
Portland, March 21-26th. Harvey's is one of the
best comedy clubs in the country. I'll be opening
for Rita Rudner at the Paramount in Seattle on
April 28th which will be a great show!
Thanks again,
-Brad Upton (74)
PS. To Tami Lyons (76): Thanks for plugging my CD,
the check is in the mail.
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>>From: Doug Zangar (74)
RE: Brad Upton (74)
Count me in as a Brad Upton fan. We saw him
Friday night at Giggles and laughed so hard my
wife Katy had tears running down her eyes. Well
done Brad - and a good CD to boot.
-Doug Zangar (74)
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>>From: Anne Mitzlaff Gerken (77)
Debra Dawson Fogler's (74WB) entry brought up
dress and hair codes. Wasn't the change wonderful?
You're right, students today not under a dress
code, could never imagine how tight the rules
were. Thank goodness the basic idea of it changed.
Much warmer in the winters, and more comfy.
Was the ASB president you mentioned Jan Gregor?
Julie Ham (77) was right, Mr. Yonce was a good
principal. He was friendly, respectful, and out
and about in the hallways quite often. I never saw
him looking anything other than happy and relaxed
when he was among the kids.
-Anne Mitzlaff Gerken (77)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/15/00
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19 Bombers sent stuff:
Mary Triem (47), Bill Winslow (51),
Hugh Hinson (52), Loron Holden (57),
Ferna Garoutte (58), Mac Lamb (59),
Fred Phillips (60), Rose Boswell (61),
Dick Boehning (63), Lee Upson (63),
Carol Converse (64), Pam Ehinger (67),
Jeff Curtis (69), Paul Tunnell (69),
Linda Hensley (70), Steve Piippo (70),
Kathy Wheat (79), Jenny Smart (87),
Jennifer Tomaszewski (94)
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>>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47)
To Jeff Curtis (69)
Your memo regarding JFK was great. You captured
the essence of one of our country's greats and
humanized your experience for us all to enjoy.
Thanks.
-Mary Triem Mowery (47)
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>>From: Bill Winslow (51)
RE: Memories
Remember;
~ Ice skating on Nelson lake in the winter and God
bless Ann Pearson's (51) Mother for the hot
chocolate she made for all of us.
~ Going to the Kennewick highlands to the
peppermint plant and putting toothpicks in the
mint concentrate and then putting the toothpick in
a glass of water and it was still too strong to
drink.
~ The Tucker? One of very few made that was
raffled on the softball field in 1948 (?)
~ The haystack at the "Y"? Who blew it up?
~ The principal, Mr. Harris, at all the assemblies
would have us all stand up and clap and say
"Bravo".
~ Atomic Frontier Days when Kirk Douglas was
there?
~ When the NY Yankees football team played the NY
Giants in the Bomber football stadium?
~ The cherry orchard where Carmichael Jr. Hi. now
stands? Did you eat any of those wonderful
cherries? They were sprayed with DDT and if you
ate them one might "DDT" before he got out of the
orchard. HA!
~ My senior year, in the spring, Dave Hinson (51),
Jack Fisher (51), Stan Quackenbush (51) and I
skipped school and went swimming in the irrigation
ditch. A car full of girls came by and couldn't
believe Jack, Dave and Stan skipped school. They
didn't mention ME! (must not have been a surprise)
That's enough for today but stay tuned for more
at a later date.
P.S. to Marilyn Richey (53):
Class of '51 also bought Mr. Kelly a bottle
of whiskey for Christmas.
-Bill Winslow (51)
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>>From: Hugh Hinson (52)
To Charlotte Carlson Terry (52)
Hi Charlotte,
I remember the Hi Spot very well. Had a lot of
fun times there and did a lot of dancing. By's
Burgers is also a fond remembrance. When I was
teaching in Bellevue, By bought and operated a
burger place near the downtown area. This was back
in the early 60s.
My favorite teacher at Col Hi was Mrs. Buscher.
She taught math etc. Also I enjoyed my LaPage,
Fran Rish and Mr. Jones.
My memory is getting well used so I better quit
while I'm ahead. See ya at the 50th in 2002.
-Hugh Hinson (52)
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>>From: Loron Holden (57)
RE: Favorite teachers
Wow the response to the favorite teacher is
great, keep them coming!!! It looks like many of
us agree!!!
Since so many of us were in the first class at
Chief Joseph JR High we must have some memories
from there. We did get to vote on the school
colors, name and mascot. So blame it on us.
Two teachers at Chief Joseph I remember for a
special reason. Both Coach Peterson & Mr. Merkle
(Shop) owned very large paddles and were not
afraid to line up the whole class and use them, as
well as administering knowledge through the seat
of your pants to individuals. These paddles had
patterns drilled in them and left red spots for a
few days!!!! The practice was to bend over, grab
your ankles and take your spats.
I wonder how today's educational system would
treat this practice. I don't recall ever getting a
spat I didn't deserve.
-Loron Holden (57)
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>>From: Ferna Garoutte Hicks (58)
RE: favorite teachers
To Loron Holden (57):
We were lucky to have several great teachers
but some just seem to stand out more than
others.... that they put up with us is a real test
of their devotion, but the ones that stand out to
me as the best were Mr. Reid, Mr. Dawald (always
called the girls "little maidens" Miss Brown and
in Jr. High, Mr. Hovey.
Thanks for starting the memories on the teachers.
-Ferna Garoutte Hicks (58)
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>>From: Mac Lamb (59)
visiting my sister, Kathy (62), and using her e-mail address.
RE: Another newspaper carrier story:
1953
I had finally arrived. My career goals had been
achieved, I had just signed a contract as the new
south carrier for the almighty Spokesman Review.
"God I'm going to be rich". 57 papers from Benham
to Williams and Goethals (now Jadwin) to Duane
(now Goethals) .I only had to get up at 4:30 in the
morning , get on my new Hawthorn bike, ride seven
miles and deliver my 8 papers per mile. (I'm still
not a morning person). Come home, shower, eat
breakfast smile at my sister and get off to
school.
Somehow all of this did not seem to be nearly
as much fun as it did when I had signed that
contract. And guess what I was not making very
much money. I really did hate to collect.
Anyhow, this wonderful venture had really turned
into a pain. Oh! I did forget to mention that my
route included all of the men and WOMEN'S dorms
that Janet mentioned yesterday. At the low point
of my new found career, I Had an experience that
may have changed my life forever. WOW!! I as an up
and coming male was supposed to deliver my papers
to the women in the dorms on the table in the
lobby, however , being only 12 years old, my lady
customers felt free to ask me to deliver their
papers to their door.
So, early one dark and dreary morning, as I was
walking down those hallowed halls, there appeared
before me the first naked lady I had ever seen.
She walked right by me with a towel casually
thrown over her shoulder, but covering nothing,
and said "Good morning, Mac".
Somehow I did finish my route that morning, got
home, smiled at my sister and got to school late.
Whereupon Gene Bernard, my 6th grade teacher,
pulled out the original board, grinned and said
"Mac, grab your ankles. I was proud of those two
hacks. They and my naked lady propelled me on into
manhood and a positive outlook on life.
-Mac Lamb (59)
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>>From: Fred Phillips (60)
RE: The Cowzenofskys
In the Class of 60's picture posted in the Tri
City Herald just before graduation, there were
five (5) students shown and listed that we simply
can't find and don't remember. They are Marilyn,
Kaye, Lewy, Larry and David COWZENOFSKY.
We suspect this was a hoax, perhaps perpetrated
by someone who is now a fan of the Alumni
Sandstorm. But who knows? Maybe the Cowzenofsky
clan is really out there.
Does anyone care to confess? Or, for that
matter, have you heard from Kaye or Lewy recently?
-Fred Phillips (60)
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>>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61)
Regarding Don Forsythe's milk and bread routes.
I babysat for them when they moved to West
Richland, They were great to work for. The kids
were almost always in bed and I just sat and
watched tv. They paid better than the others too.
Don was our milk man for years and then became our
bread man. But I do remember partaking in some ill
gotten doughnuts from the bread truck. In those
days no one including us locked anything up.
My friend Clifford Mckenzie almost got caught
inside the truck. Don came out to do something and
he was inside. I think he cooled it for awhile.
But anyway Don and Annie were great neighbors and
the kids were good too. Nice to see familiar
names.
-Rose Boswell Smith (61)
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>>From: Dick Boehning (63)
Any of you "Golf Duffers" coming to the R2K
Reunion and would like to play golf Friday
morning, June 23rd, contact me at I have some tee-times reserved starting at 9AM
at Columbia Point Golf Course, formally, the old
Sham-na-pum. Green fees with cart is $38.00/player.
Space is limited, so if interested, contact me ASAP.
-Dick Boehning (63)
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>>From: Lee Bond-Upson (63)
RE: Newspaper carriers
There sure was a hierarchy in the newspaper
carrier business. The Tri-City Herald was at the
top, and I think the next best was the Columbia
Basin News, with the Spokesman Review 3rd and the
Oregonian 4th. The reason why, as someone's
already noted - was the density of subscribers.
The TCH was the most popular, so to deliver your
50 or whatever, you didn't have to walk or bike as
far. Also it was in the afternoon, after school.
Also, it was more expensive, so the pay was
better. If you delivered any of the morning papers
you had to get up at 4am. I did that for 3-4 years
and I know it affected how well I did in school,
as I nodded off about 10am every morning.
The only thing better about the CBN (beside
getting the sports and other news in the morning
like God intended) was that the paper was smaller,
and could be folded up inside itself, or rubber-
banded (weak!) and tossed from the sidewalk onto
the porch, with ever-increasing accuracy. After
some practice, you'd be able to loft it just
right, so that it would clear all obstacles, hit
the door (announcing delivery to the occupant) and
land on the doormat. On some stretches this could
be done from a speeding bike. Whiz. Thump. Plop.
Ah, another perfecto! I know my customers liked it
because the tips got better.
The TCH, Spokesman, and Oregonian were thicker
and heavier, and tended to fly apart if slung any
distance.
I carried for the CBN in the route bounded by
Wright, Putnam, Snow, and Lee, and later the route
from Snow to Thayer, and Lee to Duportail. Are
there any other CBN carriers out there who
remember Mr. Butcher, the circulation manager in
the mid-1950's? He was a good guy.
-Lee Bond-Upson (63)
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>>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64)
To Jeff Curtis (69):
Thank you for your moment by moment story of
JFK. I was mesmerized all the way through it.
-Carol Converse Maurer (64)
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (67)
RE: Teacher
Well I'll put my three cents in! The teacher
that I have the fondest memories of is Mr. Loss. I
had him for Soph. English, but he also moonlighted
at the KORD radio station. In those days it was
the popular station, playing the Rock n Roll!!
Well a few months back, I ran into Mrs. Loss. I
work in a Doc office in Cle Elum and she was a
visitor there. When I noticed that she was from
Richland, I told her that I had a teacher named
Mr. Loss, and guess what..... she was or is his
wife!! (duh)!
Well we got to talking and the ol mind kicked
in and some things came flooding back!! The one
thing that I'll remember most about Mr. Loss is
the time when book reports were due. He said if
your report was not ready go to sleep! Well... Gee
I wasn't ready (didn't read much in those days) so
I laid my head down and fell asleep. When he
called on me I woke and said I didn't have it, he
told me to go back to sleep!! I did too! But the
bell was about to ring when I did wake up and
found out that the few sitting around me were
going to Leave Me THERE!! Some friends HUH!!
If any one is interested I have his e-mail
address, just drop me a line and I'd be glad to
send it on!
Bombers Rule
-Pam Ehinger (67)
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[I messed up with my spell check yesterday -- Jeff
submitted a corrected version today -Maren]
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>>From: Jeff Curtis (69)
RE: JFK (corrected)
It was the Fall of 1963, the waning days of
September. The leaves on the miles of sycamores
that lined both sides of Cottonwood Street were
not falling yet but had begun their annual flame-
on. The days were still bright and hot but the
nights had that crisp, cool edge that spelled the
immanent change of seasons. Bob Avant (69) and I
would reenact line-for-line scenes from the best
selling album by Vaughn Meader, "The First
Family". We even tried out for the part of the
President in Chief Jo's production of "The Mouse
That Roared" using the New England accent that was
so famous. God, we must have seemed like idiots.
The Beatles wouldn't be wanting to hold anyone's
hand on Ed's "really big shoe..." for another five
or six months. Kruschev and his minions were the
bad guys. Jack and Bobby were the good guys. No
shades of gray, no mitigations. The global and
national situations were very easy to get your
arms around. It was the immediate dynamics of my
first month of seventh grade that were
unimaginably complex. I was at the bottom of a
pretty tall learning curve that I was going to
have to climb whether I liked it or not. Yes, the
local scene was much more of a concern than
anything Washington or Moscow could muster.
However, that particular week one thought
dominated my mind. He was coming. The President.
The same guy that had Nixon sweating like a pig at
a luau on the television debates. The guy that
stared down Kruschev and sent him and his missiles
packing back to the Kremlin just the previous
October. He was going to stand up in front of us
and speak, right there in the middle of the
desert. Wow. This was huge.
That Wednesday, as usual, I went to my Boy
Scout Troop meeting in the basement of Christ the
King. I wasn't in the best of moods that evening.
I was already way behind on a speech assignment
for Mr. St. John. I hadn't even gotten around to
picking up any 3 X 5 cards at Densow's yet. Mom
made liver and onions for dinner I think and, you
know, that pretty much sets an ugly tone for the
rest of the evening. Plus, before the Troop
meeting, Mike Crawley (69) had put me in a full-
nelson for about 10 minutes and I was sure that my
shoulders were lining up about two inches behind
where they should have been.
Ed O'Claire, our Scoutmaster, started the
meeting and informed us that First Aid merit badge
classes were going to start the next week. Also,
we had a camp out scheduled in two weeks at our
"if-you-can't-find-anywhere-good-to-camp-then-
just-go-here" campground in the russian olive
groves behind the Rose Bowl. And lastly, our troop
had been selected to provide support services to
the pending JFK visit. My shoulders immediately
popped into normal position. What was that? Did he
say we were going to do something when Kennedy
came? Mr. O'Claire continued that our troop had
been tapped to direct traffic in the parking lot
for the event. The parking lot? Although I was not
familiar with the layout of the site (or even know
where it was for that matter) I was fairly certain
that the parking lot would be about as far away
from the action as you could get. Well, we could
only park cars till the thing got started because
everyone should have gotten there by then, right?
At least that's what I was hoping. If I had to
traipse around in the hot sun waving people right
an left in a dusty parking lot and then didn't get
to see the President, well.... it was going to
fall in line with the way the rest of the month
was shaping up. And that just wouldn't do. When
the day arrived Mom and Dad and my brothers got
into the sky-blue '59 Ford station wagon and headed
into the sage. The parking lot WAS hot and dusty.
I was stationed at the far end of the lot and
didn't even have a good view of the crowd much
less the stage area. I was in uniform and because
of the weather was in the "summer" version. I had
severe doubts about the amount of respect and
impression of command in the minds of approaching
motorists, could be generated by the sight of a
twelve year old boy in knee socks and a
neckerchief. However, I dutifully flagged folks
left and right for a couple of hours until the
traffic subsided. No one was around to tell me
what to do at that point so I wandered over and
into the crowd. It was H O T! I was a dusty mess.
People had taken the programs and folded them into
these funny looking, triangle shaped, pirate hats
to get some relief from the scalding sun. Jeez,
there were a whole lot of people with those paper
hats on. I wondered if how to make them was common
knowledge. You know like paper airplanes or
something. Or did a few people know how and,
everyone else thinking it was a pretty good idea,
just up and figured out how to copy the process.
Either way it still looked like some kind of low
budget Water Buffalo Lodge meeting. But who was I,
in my olive drab knee socks, to judge? One of the
local organizers spotted my uniform and grabbed me
by the arm. He told me to head up front and help
usher. Up front? OK. Someone had constructed a
seating area for the media and local dignitaries
right up by the stage. There were several rows of
chairs and a two-by-four railing between them and
the podium. I was positioned at the head of one of
the isles and walked folks to their seats for the
next twenty minutes or so. This was great. I was
now really close up. I was going to get to see
everything. There was a distant humming that
became a louder whirring that turned eventually
into a whoop whooping roar as the President's
helicopter came in from Moses Lake. The wash from
the rotors blew the hell out of everything. Dust,
tumbleweeds and paper pirate hats were flying
everywhere. There were a couple of large flags on
the stage and the American flag, old Stars and
Stripes went down with a crack. The wooden
flagpole had snapped in two on impact. Nowadays,
this would have been associated with some kind of
poetic irony. But in the Rob and Laura Petre
innocence of the early 60s, this was just an
unfortunate turn of events that required action.
Det Wager (64?), with whom I would be a fellow
Explorer Scout in a few years, was actually on the
stage and immediately picked up the flag and the
broken pole. He put them back together, set the
flag upright in it's original spot and proceeded
to hold the pieces in place with both hands for
the rest of the proceedings. I'll never forget how
great an accomplishment I thought that was. He had
to have been very hot and very tired but he never
let go of the standard. The whole problem became a
non incident due to his diligence. There are
probably a few folks still around that were in the
front of it all that day. And a few of them might
remember the flag blowing over. But I'll bet only
a handful remember how that flag got upright and
stayed that way. Sometimes the good stuff is
really good because its so transparent with no
special recognition required. Det saw a problem
and acted to correct it quickly and quietly. Nice
job.
John F. Kennedy stepped out of the helicopter
ducking below the rotors with his hand over his
head like I had seen virtually everyone on the TV
show "Whirlybirds" do several times an episode.
Man, did this guy look action packed.
He was introduced to the roaring approval of
around 30,000 onlookers. Some with pirate hats
still on their heads. I don't remember a thing he
said. I really didn't even know why he was there
till years later reading about it. That wasn't the
point anyway. This was like a rock concert or
something. And I had front row seats.
He went on for a while and finally wrapped it
all up. Cool. I had seen him from about 30 feet
away, much closer than I ever had thought I would
get. But wait! He was coming down to the front of
the railing! He was starting on the right side and
working his way left, shaking the hands of the
front row group. I managed to turn sideways - left
and squeeze in between to rather rotund men. As
the President went by I could hardly see him
through the guys in front of me. I stuck my left
hand out and I watched as he came into view and
grabbed then shook my left hand with his right. He
kind of shook the back of my hand. JFK having gone
further down the line, the two burley boys now on
either side of me pealed away. I was kind of
dazed. I had shaken his hand. Wow. Then I noticed
that as he reached the far end of the railing, the
President started working his way back. He was
making another pass!
This time there were no obstructions. I was
going to get a fallen, up front handshake. I
really wanted to have something clever to say to
him. I couldn't let this kind of opportunity pass
without trying to talk to him. I had been
listening to the radio in the car on the ride out
that day and heard a report that some nut (or
maybe a student driver) had rammed his pickup
truck into the front gates of the White House.
When I heard that I thought about what it must be
like to find out about stuff like that happening
to your house on the news while your traveling
around giving speeches and such. I couldn't
imagine. But it gave me an idea. When he
approached and was standing right in front of me I
put out my (right) hand I boldly looked directly
into... his right ear. He was talking to some lady
to his left and had his head turned. But then he
turned and looked right at me and took my hand.
"uhhhh.... Mr. President, I heard somebody tried
to park his truck in your living room.... " All he
replied was "Yeah" but his eyes twinkled and he
smiled at me. Then he moved on.
I stood there pretty much out of it for a while
staring at my hand. The President wrapped up all
the glad-handing and his helicopter wound back up
and moments later he was gone from the desert. A
few weeks later he was gone from the Earth.
I was in Carl Schleer's homeroom class that
November day when the horrible news came over the
PA system. The school officials didn't let us go
home but they didn't expect us to do much of
anything the rest of the day either. I remember a
lot of crying. I remember a lot of anger and
uncertainty. I really did not know sadness till
then and I still think that a lot of us were too
young to have had to get that kind of a dose. It
would be a lot better if you had the time to ease
into the knowledge that downs can follow ups and
sometimes in direct proportion to each other,
sometimes not. We really got thrown into the deep
end of the pool on that one though.
The ensuing weekend that November was terrible.
I watched a guy get murdered on TV. I watched the
horses pull the coffin down the street to
incessant drum rolls. I heard the bugler hit a
clinker when he played Taps at Arlington and died
a little bit seeing Jackie and Caroline watch John
John salute as his father passed. The holidays
that year were the most somber I hope I ever have
to endure. Time could not pass too quickly. My
parents never played Vaughn Meader's album again
and Bob Avant and I started memorizing Bill
Cosby's "Why Is There Air" instead.
Eventually I washed my hand.
-Jeff Curtis (69)
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>>From: Paul Tunnell (69)
RE: Favorite teachers
Armand Boatman (music) and Mr. Harbour (sp?) in
sophomore biology were my favorites. I also liked
Mr. Dawald in Government.
-Paul Tunnell (69)
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>>From: Linda Hensley Mount (70)
I wish to second Jim Wilson's (76) nomination
of Gerard Labrecque for best teacher. I never had
him for French (that was Mrs. Sawyer at
Carmichael), but he was our "fearless leader" for
the Foreign Study League (whatever it was called)
tour of Europe that I was lucky to be a part of
after graduation. He along with another couple of
volunteers ferried about 20 of us through 5
countries for about 8 weeks. Since he felt
Florence was an absolute must see, yet it wasn't
on the tour agenda, he hauled our group off the
train (those that were interested) at about 3 in
the morning and we wandered around until things
started opening up. The baptistery doors at dawn
was a moment that was worth the lack of sleep and
the bad hair day (it was the 70's......). I don't
think I ever told him "Thank you" for starting me
on the road to growing up..... Merci, Monsieur
Labrecque.
-Linda Hensley Mount (70)
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>>From: Steve Piippo (70)
To Nat Saenz (71):
Nat,
What musical instrument did you play back in
high school?
-Steve Piippo (70)
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>>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
With all the talk of favorite teachers from
years past, are there any favorites from the '70's?
-Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
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>>From: Jenny Smart Page (87)
RE: Favorite Teacher
Count my vote for favorite teacher as for Jim
Harbour, who taught various biology classes at
RHS. My favorite class from him was the Intro into
Science & Engineering class we had to take to
participate in the work/sudy program of the same
name. So much of what we learned in that class
really prepared me for the first two years of
college. The two projects I'll never forget are
being required to build a bridge that would span a
24" distance out of 300 paper straws and a single
tube of glue; and writing a technical procedure
for making a paper airplane that would fly -- the
test for that was killer. The procedure was given
to a classmate, who had to make and fly the plane.
If it didn't fly, you failed. Thank goodness a
close friend got my procedure and knew the only
style paper airplane I could make (Thanks,
Loren!)! Others weren't so lucky. The bridges were
very exciting, too. We had to design them (how
ever we wanted), test our designs, and then
construct the final product, as well has write a
full paper documenting our project (I think our
report turned out to be about 30 pages long --
which I remember thinking was pretty long). Then
we tested our bridges to see which group's was the
strongest, by suspending weights from the bridge.
If I remember right, Matt Rawlins & somebody else
(sorry, can't remember who his partner was) had a
bridge that supported something like 40 pounds! It
was an incredible amount of weight, and way
surpassed the others.
But Mr. Harbour was more than just a great
science teacher. He was also a fine role model and
Christian example of adult life. When speaking
with him, he didn't just give you ear-time; he
really listened, and cared. His students weren't
just a name in a grade book, he made everyone feel
as though they had something of value to add to
the world.
He was a great leader in Mac Hall. But I guess
I'm partial to the teachers of Mac Hall, as my
other favorites are mostly from there, too: Dave
True (trig & calculus), Ed Fankhauser (chemistry),
Jim Qualheim (biology --- nominations anybody?),
Mike Thrasher (physics -- long live the Physics
Anonymous study group!), and the only "outsider":
Karen Eitreim (German).
-Jenny Smart Page (87)
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>>From: Jennifer Tomaszewski Seidl (94)
RE: Paul Keith (96)
To all at the Alumni Sandstorm:
I just wanted to let everyone know that the Tri-
City Herald, accurate as it can be at times, mis-
reported on the events surrounding Paul's death.
Please read the Montana News Brief from The
Missoulian for the correct story.
Find the article on Keith's funeral notice page.
http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/ Click on "K" and then Keith's name.
Sincerely,
-Jennifer Tomaszewski Seidl (94)
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That's it for today. Please send more.
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/16/00
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23 Bombers and 1 Lion today.
Ken Ely (49), Ann Pearson (50),
Annette Bradley (51), Carol Purkhiser (56),
Janet Wilgus (59), Ann Bishop (60),
Jackie DeVries (62), John Campbell (63),
Joanne Sittig (65), Margi May (66),
Lynne Taylor (67-KHS),
Michael West Rivers (68WB), Anna Durbin (69),
Paul Casey (70), Shirley Moore (70),
Brad Wear (71), Diane Kipp (72),
Lois Clayton (72), Valerie Polentz (72),
Debra Dawson (74WB), Jim Rice (75),
Kathy Wheat (79), Sandy Johnson (79),
Jenny Tomaszewski (94)
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>>From: Ken Ely (49)
RE: Newspaper Routes
In the spring/summer/fall of 1945, I had a
Spokesman Review route in South Richland; Abbott
to Goethals and Benham to Downtown. I started at
4:30 and after finishing, took a nap before
school. At that time there were only two
newspapers with home delivery, the Seattle PI was
the other. I agree with the others who said that
collecting was the pits.
During the summer, I set pins in the bowling
alley at night and the days were spent at the pool
in the park. What a life!
Anyone remember human pin setters?
-Ken Ely (49)
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>>From: Ann Pearson Burrows (50)
To Bill Winslow (51)
Good to hear from you - and I too remember the
ice skating on Nelson's Pond, and the hot
chocolate at my house afterwards. Remember that
Pete Pederson used to come by with his horse and
hay wagon to give us rides to the pond??
-Ann Pearson Burrows (50)
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>>From: Annette Bradley Forsythe (51)
To Jeff Curtis (69)
Jeff,
That was a really wonderful story about your
experience when JFK visited Hanford. Isn't it
interesting how those moments in time can be so
well remembered after such a long time. Your duty
as a Scout serving as a Parking Guide in that hot,
dusty afternoon of September '63 was well
rewarded. Even without a close encounter, or
touching his hand, none of us will ever forget
where we were on that terrible day. Thanks for
sharing that story.
To Carol Bishop Horne (57):
I had to think hard, but yes I believe it was
on a stopover in Ketchikan off the Royal Caribbean
cruise ship in the gift shop across from the dock.
That has really been a few years, but you hit the
right button. Yes, Don does remember Gene - there
were a lot of guys who worked at Carnation during
those 10 years Don worked there. We still are
close friends with the Lucas family, whose kids
and our kids grew up together and all (except our
last one) graduating from Richland High School.
Our last one graduated from Hanford.
Thanks for recollecting that happy encounter.
That was a wonderful trip, and we loved Alaska so
much, we took a caravan with 5 other RV's (Lucas's
also) and drove to Alaska in the summer of 1994.
One little memory which has not (that I can
recall) been mentioned (who except someone in the
bread business would?) and that is the bread strike
in 1950 or 51.
Since the Richland Bakery was one of very few
independent bakeries here, when the bread truck
drivers went on strike, it meant that the little
independent got lots of business, and that meant
that even a high school, part-time driver like
Don, got lots of work, day and night delivering to
stores in the local area. It was not a long
strike, but lots of work while it lasted (and a
little extra green for Don).
Hi to Bill Winslow (51)
I see you have joined the group. How is the RV
business?
-Annette Bradley Forsythe (51)
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>>From: Carol Purkhiser Fleming (56)
RE: Chief Jo
I was in the first class at Chief Jo and I
remember that we also voted on what our
'traditions' would be.
Glad to hear someone mention Mr. Hovey. He was
a great guy. He handled the 'bad boys' without
raising a sweat. We could hear him coming down the
hall to our classroom, and everything settled down
to quietude as he walked into the room.
Were you there when Jim Beaver sat there
soaking wet? Mr. Hovey gave him a long look and
Jim, shamefaced, confessed that he had jumped into
the pool, fully clothed, on a wager. Hovey just
went on with class. He had a lot of class.
-Carol Purkhiser Fleming (56)
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>>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
Note to Mac Lamb (59)
Had a great laugh about your "naked lady in the
Women's Dorm" shock. I am just certain that is why
when my dear friend took the route in Jr. High
(Carmichael) they wanted a "gurl" to take the
early a.m. route - this would have been a year or
two AFTER your "indelible" experience. And this
confirms that neither of you found the riches you
sought delivering the Columbia Basin News, 5 cents
a paper as I recall, but I know many of us have
found that growing up in the Atomic City was
decidedly "enriching" providing lasting memories
to visit again and again. Thanks for the contrib.
And this to Bill Winslow (51)
What a jolt to the old sensory neurons - I had
completely forgotten about the little glass vials
of "Cinnamon Oil" stuffed with toothpicks - such a
clever treat to share with friends and distinguish
a mature "Jr. High-er;" not smoking, to be sure,
but just another little "swagger" attitude thing.
Thanks.
And for any of you that knew the Bridges family:
Kit wrote that her mother passed away last week
in Hollister, CA - her father, William, passed
away just one year ago - also her sister's
husband, Denny Olson - a Col Hi Grad, left this
earth last year, as well, so the entire family is
dealing with considerable loss at this time. I
would be happy to pass along any sentiments to the
family when I write.
-Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
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>>From: Ann Bishop Myers (60)
Attention Tri-Cities Area Women from the Class of 1960:
We are going to be meeting once a month, on the
first Monday of each month, for lunch. On April 3,
we will be meeting at 11:30 at the Country
Register, located at 7935 W. Grandridge in
Kennewick. That is across Grandridge from the old
Costco building. Please RSVP via e-mail to me, so
I can make reservations. We are open to any
suggestions for other places to meet in future
months.
-Ann Bishop Myers (60)
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>>From: Jackie DeVries Brown (62)
RE: Memories
To Annette Bradley Forsythe (51)
I remember your husband Don delivering bread
and milk to our house for years, (even North
Richland - Camp Hanford) he actually brought it in
the house and put it away in the freezer, with 7
kids we used alot of it. Is he retired now?
To Jack Gardiner (61)
Congratulations on one year of being a non-
smoker. I have achieved 6 months tomorrow. Let's
both keep up the good work. I know how hard it is.
To Jeff Curtis (69)
I really liked your memories about JFK, I
wonder what happened to our Vaugh Meader albums, I
don't think we ever listened to them again either.
On that fateful day I was at a hospital in
Seattle, I heard someone outside in the hall say
they shot the president, and I wondered the
president of what?
The O'Claires were our neighbors for years on
Farrell Lane, they retired to High Valley Park at
Packwood WA along with my folks, and several other
families from here. Ed was a great camper, our
families went camping together at Wallowa, he
could make wonderful meals over the camp fire,
plus he knew good stories. He died a few years
ago, but his wife Mary Jo is still at High Valley
she has had some health problems this past year
but is doing better.
-Jackie DeVries Brown (62)
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>>From: John Campbell (63)
RE: Brad Upton (74)
Just wanted to add my 2 cents regarding Brad
Upton. My wife, Marilyn (a Renton Indian) and I
attended Brad's show at Giggle's last Friday. Not
only did Brad put on a great show, but was very
generous with his time in talking to folks before
and after the show. Wish others would have brought
their Bomber hats, so I could have said hello.
Bought Brad's CD - am sure I will enjoy it.
See you all at the reunion - look for the
silver '57 chev and say hi.
-John Campbell (63)
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>>From: Joanne Sittig Swanson (65)
To Jenny Smart Page (87)
Hi, Jenny!
I read your comment concerning Karen Eitreim. I
wondered what you meant by "outsider" and thought
maybe you would like to know that Karen is now a
principal of a very large high school in Lacey,
WA.....North Thurston High School. I have gotten
to know Karen through a good friend who was
principal when she was vice principal. She spoke
fondly of teaching in Richland.
She has done a great job as principal. I
thought maybe you would like an update on her.
-Joanne Sittig Swanson (65)
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>>From: Margi May Legowik (66)
Personal favorites in the teacher category:
Best of Class: Tom Knudsen
Best in English: Julia Davis
Best in Bio: James Harbour
Best Homeroom in Jr Hi: Vera Edwards
More later. We were all extraordinarily blessed to
have such terrific teachers -- including the
wonderful Mr. St. John, Calvin Gentle (poor baby),
Miss Swan, Herr Steuber, and the rest. Best of
times.
-Margi May Legowik (66)
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>>From: Lynne Taylor (67-KHS)
RE: Reunion 2000
To Burt Pierard (59):
I enter here ever so cautiously. Not unlike 30
years ago when driving into the A-City. Since my
first view of the world was from the halls of
Kadlec Hospital, our residence (however temporary)
was on Thayer Drive, and my dad was an employee
out in 'THE AREA'; I believe I have enough
connection to Richland to offer comments to your
web site.
First, I'd like to complement you all on your
web page. It has been a real pleasure to tap into
this endless supply of humor and memories. My
family registered countless miles Christmas
shopping at Uptown. My mother, bless her heart,
always purchased a few extra glazed goodies from
the Spudnut Shop cause I would sit on the hump in
the back of the Oldsmobile sneaking as many as I
could before we got home in Kennewick. The thought
of them still lingers in my mind.... Did you ever
bite into one, find the biggest air hole and try to
get your finger all the way around inside? I guess
this is where I confess, the entertainment in
Richland always seemed a little more fun.
I skated for miles at the Rollarena, dropped
plenty of Dots/MilkDuds at the Uptown theater and
inhaled way too much mosquito spray at the bar-b-
ques at Hamilton's house on G Way. I always loved
going to their house, and the best Christmas
displays were in Richland. We did the circuit
every year as if it were the first. Fourth of July
fireworks were at Bomber Bowl, I think.
Yes, Richland was different than Kennewick. I
think we were referred to as the Farming
Community; amber waves of grain. Pasco, hmmm
Railroad town?? In high school we cruised the
circuit from one town to the next; met and made
friends in all of them. I inherited the '54
Oldsmobile (after my older sister drove it and
left for college), my girlfriends and I headed for
the Rollarena; that after dark on the weekends
became the best dancing place to meet boys. Zips
of course was a magnet!!! We all migrated there,
cokes were better when ordered through that
intercom thing. My friend Kathi met her husband
Jeff there.
There always seemed to be a bit of competition
between the towns. I must admit on the basketball
court in the 60's, Richland was really good. I
have never seen so many people jammed into one
gym, as I did then. Didn't matter whether it was
in Kennewick or Richland. Standing room only!!!
Ear piercing cheers and squeaking sneakers. I
enjoyed every moment.
Oh yes, back to the reason I snuck in here. I
moved back here 10 years ago to offer my kids a
great community in which to experience high
school. They both graduated from KHS, but like
their mom before them, they made friends in all 3
cities. I think the multiple schools in each town
have aided in cutting down on the competition
between the communities. Actually, a little healthy
competition is good!
I am working on the KHS 2000 Reunion. I don't
know who started planning theirs first, does it
matter really? If I can talk one of my Richland
friends into an invitation, I'd like to attend
both. I'm working on a committee gathering photos
from 1900 to the present. It has been fun seeing
the area over the past 100 years. I found some
great pictures of Richland events that you might
like to use, should you have a similar display.
Like they did back in the 40's, when most of
our families started coming here; we can join
together for a common purpose - creating the
biggest and best reunion ever for our respective
schools.
I wish you all the best in your endeavors for a
very successful Reunion 2000. Oh, yes, please keep
the entertainment coming; I'm really enjoying it.
-Lynne Taylor KHS '67
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>>From: Michael West Rivers (68WB)
I see alot of people remember "Sherwood
Forest". For those who don't, you have missed a
great place. I remember Gay (69) and Brad Wear
(71) and others from the neighborhood had some
really good times there. Gay, I REALLY DON'T
remember shooting you in the b---! I do remember
B.B. guns, but NO violence. Perhaps I blacked out,
or perhaps the memory is so terrible that I have
blocked it out. :-)
Knowing my brother David, I'm probably late
with this. Does any one else remember the
pepperoni at Johnny's Delicatessen? Pepperoni just
can't be found any where else that GOOD, or is it
just me. Is it still there? I also remember when
they sold "chocolate covered ants" as well as
assorted other insects. And the "Fried
Grasshoppers" were a must try. They actually
tasted a bit like french fries, but MUCH
crunchier. :-) Somebody in the neighborhood had
"spider web" cookies, but they were a bit suspect.
The bugs however were really BUGS! Now that I
think about it I'm not sure if I remember anyone
else actually EATING any, or if I just hope they
did, mind blank again....
-Michael West Rivers (68WB)
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>>From: Anna Durbin (69)
To Jeff Curtis (69):
You have really done it again. What a great
recapturing of that whole scene. Of course I was
way back in the crowd getting sunburned, and I
never would have been that quick on my feet to say
such a funny thing to a President. (Did you
really?) We just saw the President as a small
figure. But even from far away, he really had
charisma. I think I remember him with some kind of
laser wand doing some kind of symbolic starting of
N reactor, but I could have made that up.
But I remember being in Mrs. Fredericksen's
home room when the news came over the p.a. system.
I remember crying a lot. We had seen him in person
and he was our president. My whole family was
glued to the TV the whole weekend and for the
whole funeral and for seeing Oswald shot. I felt
the country was never the same after that. We had
all that idealism from "Ask not what your country
can do for you, ask what you can do for your
country" and "Profiles in Courage" and then it was
gone. I wonder if I had been a grownup then, would
I have been as skeptical about JFK as I am of WJC?
I remember when I was working during the
summer, going home to spend the night at one of
the payroll clerk's houses because she had cable,
so we could watch the impeachment hearings on
Nixon. We were glued to the TV for that too. Now,
nothing grabs me so much. Was it youth or was it
that we had larger figures on the public scene
then?
Sorry to be so long winded, but your piece
really brought a lot back for me.
Before I go, I want to mention Mrs. Jensen and
Julia Davis as the greatest English teachers at
RHS. I remember reading Hamlet and then
Rosencrantz and Guildentstern are Dead with Mrs.
Jensen and she turned me into a lifelong
Shakespeare and Tom Stoppard lover. That was
sophisticated stuff. And we who took languages can
never forget Mr. Labrecque and Mrs. Harmon for
French and Russian. What wonderful characters they
were and are. Our family's biggest high last
summer was when Mr. Labrecque let us beat him at
Scrabble, once. Maybe we can never play him again.
Anyway, Jeff, keep writing. You are, as my
children would say a few years ago, AWESOME. What
would they say now? I think I am getting out of
date.
Best,
-Anna Durbin (69)
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>>From: Paul Casey (70)
RE: Linda Hensley's (70) memories of our Foreign
Study League tour of Europe
Wasn't that a blast? I remember you had a
birthday our first week in London. Remember the
scenery on that train ride from France to Austria?
We woke up in the early morning as the train was
passing through the Alps. Gorgeous. By the way, to
whomever I was sharing a Pullman with that night
on the train - I do apologize for eating that can
of sardines at midnight!!
I definitely remember that little side trip to
Florence with Gerry, while the rest of the entire
FS League went on to Rome. Here we were - Gerry's
team -wandering through the streets of Florence
Italy at 0400, armed with a city map ---- of PISA!
We were all a bit rummy and it took awhile for
someone to realize why the street names on the map
weren't matching up with the street signs we were
encountering. Somehow we did find that Baptistery
and the doors were awesome. We made it to Rome,
too a few days later, and that's where Gerry took
us to a sidewalk cafe where he introduced us to
Asti Spumante Champagne. I still like Asti
Spumante. Gerry made us all remember the Italian
pronunciation of the address where we were staying
in Rome, so we could give the taxi drivers our
address to get back to 323 Casalina (our "home" in
Rome). We'd say to the cabbie "via Casalina, tre
due' tre". Of course the taxi ride was a thrill in
itself, what with the way those Romans drive!!
MAN!! The rides at Disney World don't even come
close to the rush we got from those cab rides! We
went to the Mediterranean Sea also (near Naples).
That was another experience, I'll tell you. I
quickly had my fill of seeing large and hairy
Italians (most were men -- I think?) wearing a
little black G-string for swim trunks.
Hey Peggy Hartnett (72):
Do you remember that picnic we went to in
Steinach, Austria? That little town had the best
French bread, German sausage, and wine!
-Paul Casey (70)
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>>From: Shirley Moore (70)
RE: Teachers
Does anyone remember Mr. Hepner at RHS? He was
the typing and general 'something-or-other'
(taught us how to write checks, balance
checkbooks, etc.) teacher. I really liked him and
Mrs. Burns the shorthand teacher. I still have the
shorthand dictionary she gave me when I graduated.
If it weren't for those two teachers, I don't know
where I'd be today.
Does anyone remember the Spanish teacher in 9th
grade ('66-67) at Carmichael (he was young and
hispanic)? I gave him such a bad time and I
couldn't roll my R's so I transferred into Speech
(the lesser of two evils). Both classes were a
nightmare!
Also, my homeroom teacher in the 7th Grade was
Mrs. Keith ('64-65). She was petite and very young
(possibly her 1st job out of college). My memory
isn't as good as most of you; don't see how you
remember all that 'stuff'.
Keep on bombin'........
-Shirley Moore (70)
P.S. - Hi Linda Hensley (70) & Steve Piippo (70).
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>>From: Brad Wear (71)
To Jeff Curtis (69)
It is very interesting to see all of the
entries regarding John Kennedy's assassination
over the past several weeks. I think everyone can
tell you exactly where they were, and what they
were doing when they first heard the news. It was
my birthday, 5th grade, passing out cupcakes.
Living in the Dallas, Tx area for the past 22
years I can't tell you how many times I have
followed the route of the Kennedy procession in
the course of daily business, and I never fail to
glance at the 6th floor window. I usually take out
of town clients down to the site and everyone
reminisces about their where abouts when it
occurred. One of the last trips down I was told
about the theory of a shooter in the sewer system
so I checked it out. If you ever get the chance to
view the area, walk down the street next to the
"grassy knoll" and you will see the sewer opening
and see that the trajectory would be in a perfect
line for the shot. The fact that the sewer exits
onto the Trinity River flood plain out of view
adds to the intrigue. It just adds to the
conspiracy theory that I agree with. Food for
thought.
-Brad Wear (71)
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>>From: Diane Carpenter Kipp (72)
To Jeff Curtis (69)
Jeff,
Are you a writer by profession? Thank you for
sharing the wonderful story. You should submit it
for publication somewhere.
-Diane Carpenter Kipp (72)
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>>From: Lois Clayton Colton (72)
RE: favorite teacher
Frau Maberry was my favorite teacher. Does
anyone know if she's still alive or not?
-Lois Clayton Colton (72)
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>>From: Valerie Polentz Topham (72)
To Steve Piippo (70)
Re: Nat Saenz (71)
Nat, Herb Hemphill and Gary Spanner held up our
saxophone section in Pep Band - and we still have
need of more instruments in the alumni Pep Band...
-Valerie Polentz Topham (72)
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>>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
To Jeff Curtis (69):
Thank you for the poignant, detailed recollection
of JFK's visit to Hanford.
Although I was not privileged to shake his hand,
his presence in our humble part of the world was a
profound event for me as well.
Last year, Bobby Kennedy's son, Robert F.
Kennedy, Jr., came to the small town where I now
live, Cheney, WA. He spoke to students of Eastern
Washington University and to Spokane-area citizens
who were interested in what he had to say on
environmental responsibility. My attendance not
only supported the anti-pollution work he does as
a lawyer. I wanted to honor his dad and his uncle,
because they also challenged the status quo, and I
believe that is why they are dead. Kennedy
politicians are by no means perfect, but at least
they took a stand on issues and followed through
with action.
To Anne Mitzlaff Gerken (77):
Speaking of taking a stand and following through
with action, I'm sure it must have been Jan Gregor
who was the ASB president at Chief Jo in the late
60's, early 70's, when the dress code was finally
changed. Girls today can't even IMAGINE being
forced to wear dresses/skirts to school, let alone
being measured by the teacher to make sure it was
no more than 3-inches above the knee! Kudos to Jan
Gregor and to the women's movement (such as it
was), which made life a little more fair!
-Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
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>>From: Jim Rice (75)
RE: favorite teachers
Kathy Wheat Fife (79) wrote:
"With all the talk of favorite teachers from
years past, are there any favorites from the
'70's?"
Funny how perspectives on that question can
change. I'd guess that the grammar and comp
teacher (I think it was Ms. Davis?) was one of my
least favorite teachers when I was in school. She
was really tough (especially on smart-asses
like...well, you know who you are). Now that I'm
an editor, her ghost constantly hovers over my
keyboard. She *still* won't let me dangle
participles or misplace modifers (darn!). Stuff
that she taught really stuck with me; I probably
benefit from her class every day (despite the many
times we said, "When are we ever going to need to
know this in the real world?").
-Jim Rice (75)
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>>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
With all the festivities some of you have
around St. Patrick's day, I would love some St.
Pat's recipes for the R2K book.... please send
them to my email.
Also, does anyone have a recipe for Key Lime Pie?
-Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
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>>From: Sandy Johnson Woollums (79)
RE: Kathy Wheat Fife's (79) comment about 70s
favorite teachers.
My all time favorite was Mr. Deatherage. My 15
year old has Mr. Deatherage's SON as a teacher,
talk about feeling old! The 'older' Mr. Deatherage
was a great and caring teacher. I think it was the
only class I gave 100% in!
-Sandy Johnson Woollums (79)
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>>From: Jenny Tomaszewski Seidel (94)
RE: Paul Keith (96)
Maren,
The web address you gave today says that the
site is not available. Is the story on Paul posted
today? I am getting e-mails from people wondering
where they can read the Missoulian article. I'm
forwarding the Montana link. Thanks.
-Jenny Tomaszewski Seidel (94)
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[Sorry Jenny -- URL in yesterday's Sandstorm had a typo....
http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/ Find it on the funeral
Notices page... click the "K" and find his nanme. -Maren]
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/17/00 ~ ST. PATRICK'S DAY
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27 Bombers sent stuff:
Anna May Wann (49), Betty Bell (51),
Sandra Atwater (51), Kay Mitchell (52),
Burt Pierard (59), Janet Wilgus (59),
Carol Converse (64), Jo Miles (64),
Kathy Hoff (64) - R2K Chairman,
Linda Reining (64), Patti Snider (65),
Karen Schildknecht (67), Sherri Daugherty (67),
Pam Pyle (69), Phil Jones (69),
Linda Hensley (70), Rich Crigler (70),
Rick Polk (70), Steve Piippo (70),
Geoff Rothwell (71), Anita Fravala (73),
Kim Lampton (74), Julie Ham (77),
Mike Mattingly (77), Kathy Wheat (79),
Teena Stoner (79), Jenny Smart (87)
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>>From: Anna May Wann Thompson (49)
To Ken Ely (49):
I sure do remember those human pin setters. I
was one once. I think it had to be GAA gals in a
PE class bowling and we had to take turns setting
pins. I'd forgotten all about that. Thanks for
bringing up fun memories.
As for JFK being shot, terrible, I was with my
boss in Ellensburg, we were heading out to Schaake
Meats to do their bookkeeping and heard it on his
car radio. We both just sat in the car too numb to
move.
To Jeff Curtis (69):
I also agree with everyone else. Mr. Curtis
should be in writing. Curious just what is your
occupation? You are good.
For the gals that wanted recipes I will e-mail
you with some Irish recipes.
-Anna May Wann Thompson (49)
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>>From: Betty Bell Norton (51)
I owe several responses to people over the last
couple of months, but will only get a couple done
today.
To Kathy Rathvon (63):
Were you the first daughter of Lois and?
Rathvon that live in the "A" house at 1223 Stevens
in the late '40s or early 50s? I am behind in
reading my Sandstorm, but was reading this one
today [3/13/00], and saw your article. I live in
the 1221 (south) side of this house from June 1944
until Oct 1949 when we moved to the corner of
Kimball and Symons. It was quite a coincidence, if
you were. While walking on my treadmill this
morning I was watching a video of some of my dad's
8mm movies from 1947 to the mid 1950s, and saw a
picture of Lois's daughter in her dancing costume,
I remember my dad (Cecil Bell, Sr.), and your Mom
trying to get the little girl to dance for the
camera, but she refused. Part of the time she was
petting a black and white dog. That was the second
shot I saw of her today.
To the person asking about the old movies of Richland
I have quite a few of my dad's movies. I have
put several together. One segment I was watching
today was a 1953 play put on by the high school
group at Central United Protestant Church. My
parents, Cecil and Geneva Bell, were counselors,
along with Fred and Geneve Suckow. I also saw (I
think) Harold and Helen Harty, Myrtle and Warren
Aldridge. Margaret Tucker Major (53) and that
group was in the play (a black and white film),
although most of dad's pictures were in color.
There are scenes of the 1948 flood, building the
dike, Easter sunrise services in the Howard Amon
park (John Dam at that time?), ice skating on the
river with Bonese Collins, Richard Boyd, high
school camping at Mt. Aire, etc. I somewhere have
the name of the person asking about old movies,
but don't have it at hand now, so if he is
interested he can contact me.
To Tom Matthews (57)
I saw you and your parents in some of the
movies today, (and I would love to have the
picture of your dad that you mentioned sometime
ago).
To Max Case (57)
I saw Deanna today also in the movies.
To the gal who has the original recipe for the
C.U.P. fruit cake:
I would love to have a copy of it. My parents
were the counselors when the high school group
started this. In my dad's life story that he wrote
(at the request of our daughter, Kathy), he
mentions that he read about a group of young
people that did this to raise money. They started
this about 1953, I think. The first year they
bought the supplies locally and made and sold 150
pounds, I believe. They had such great success
that the following years they ordered the supplies
wholesale and sold 500 pounds, in various sizes.
He talked about buying 2 big washtubs to mix the
batter in, and made a couple of huge wooden
paddles to mix with. Since the church only had two
stoves, as they mixed them up the kids were
running around at various homes in the
neighborhood to bake them in. As we live across
the street (1221 Stevens - the "A" house that now
looks like a southern mansion with its two-story
white pillars) our oven was always in use. The
also began having a chili feed each fall, and made
gallons and gallons of chili.
To Paul Crowder (46)
Yes, we did live in that house and I remember
all of you. In fact your Mother and Barbara were
both on the movie I watched today. I meant to
respond to you earlier, but hadn't done it. Where
is Barbara now?
Guess this is more than long enough, so will
stop for the day. Still have others to respond to
- but will catch them later.
-Betty Bell Norton (51)
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>>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51)
Lots of memories of JFK coming to Hanford. Does
anyone remember when President Truman visited the
Tri Cities and Hanford?
-Sandra Atwater Boyd (51)
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>>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
To Charlotte Carlson (52) & Marilyn Overstreet (52):
It was really good to see the entry that you
each sent in to the Sandstorm. Having grown up in
the same neighborhood as both of you, reading your
entries brought back many good feelings of living
on the corner of Williams and Marshall. What a
great bunch of kids we had in that neighborhood. I
have never heard anything about Andrea McCrindle
since graduation. Do either of you know where she
is??
Oh yes, the hutments at old Sacajawea - what a
unique experience THAT WAS!
I had Mrs. Grace Brown in 8th grade, and Mrs.
Cottrill for 7th, or maybe it was the other way
around! Mrs. Cottrill was my all time favorite
grade school teacher.
When I moved to Richland in May of 1945, I had
a young teacher by the name of Miss Marks. I
believe she had a twin sister that taught at
Sacajawea also. She was so sweet and gentle -
quite a change from the 4th grade teacher that I
had just left in Spokane. She would march around
the room firing times table questions to
individual students, like 6x7 is???? and if the
student did not answer promptly, or gave the wrong
answer, she would swat with a ruler. Needless to
say, she had me scared to death! I really loved
all my Richland teachers.
Mr. LePage take honors as my favorite teacher
at high school. We are still in touch with each
other via e-mail. He is in good health, still
farming and still has a great sense of humor.
-Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
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>>From: Burt Pierard (59)
To: Gary Brehm (64-KHS) and Lynne Taylor (67-KHS)
Okay guys, you sniffed me out. I wrote my
letter in a semi-offensive (to KHS) tone to see if
any of the old rivalry still exists. In the old
days, Richland people would have leaped on the
issue like a pack of dingoes, but alas, time and
as Lynne stated, "the multiple schools in each
town," has apparently watered down any vestiges of
the old rivalry.
Lynne summed up my feelings perfectly when she
said "I don't know who started planning theirs
first, does it matter really?" Arguments can be
made both ways but they are of no importance.
There is no doubt that KHS got their reunion off
the ground first while Richland 2000 is still
evolving. In fact, at our next R2K meeting this
coming Monday, we will be adding two more events,
namely Varsity Alumni Soccer Games for both boys
and girls.
Lynne, if you email me your information, I
would be honored to register you as my guest. I
will even pony up the $10 to get you a Guest ASB
card. I am somewhat of limited means, so any
others (like an escort) will have to pay their own
way but I will gladly register them all. Please
contact me as I would like to see if I can use any
of your pictures in my various historical quests
(I will be in Kennewick on Tuesday).
Bomber Cheers,
-Burt Pierard (59)
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>>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
To Jeff Curtis (69)
Can't thank you enough for your entry. Your
writing captured the event as if I were at your
side in that hot, dusty parking lot out in the
sagebrush.
-Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
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>>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64)
To Ann Bishop Myers (60):
In your entry of 3/16/00, you mentioned going
to lunch at the Country Register, across from the
"old Costco building". Have they built a new
Costco? Haven't been to Kennewick for a couple
years and was just wondering. We always go there
whenever we are in the Tri Cities.
-Carol Converse Maurer (64)
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>>From: Jo Miles (64)
RE: Columbia Basin News
I delivered the Columbia Basin News in the NE
part of town for about three years from 1957 -
1959. Even though we had to bail out of bed at 4
am 6 days a week we always had Sundays off while
the TCH guys were making rounds. I remember the
monthly collection fee was $1.25 per month and a
10 cent tip was always appreciated. Back in those
days Newcomer was pretty much the north border of
the city and there were only two or three farm
houses out on the dark remote stretches of Davison
and Harris where there were no streetlights, only
the occasional jackrabbit carcass on the roadway.
A typical CBN route would have 125 customers. I
remember the circulation manager we had was a Mr.
Hamby who drove a cool Studebaker Hawk. There were
2 other newspapers in the hierarchy, Spokane Daily
Chronicle and the Walla Walla Union Bulletin.
Prior to delivering the Columbia Basin News I had
a Spokane Chronicle route with a whopping 8
customers. Check with Don Doud (64) about the
Walla Walla paper's circulation.
-Jo Miles (64)
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>>From: Kathy Hoff Conrad (64)
RE: ALL BOMBER REUNION 23000 (R2K)
CALLING ALL BOMBERS
We only have about three months [99 days] left
till the greatest Bomber Reunion ever. So, please
send in your registration forms ASAP. Even if you
pre-registered, you need to send in a registration
form. And don't forget to write to or call at
least one other classmate, friend, family member
or teacher and tell them about the reunion. DO IT
TODAY!!!
The Richland SkySports (Bob Hannigan '60) is
offering to all Richland Alumni during the reunion
week, half price ($85) on a Tandem Skydive. For
more information, you can reach them at 509-946-DIVE.
Kathy Wheat Fife (79) and Tamara Baird Cullison (79)
are putting together a Bomber Cookbook. They need
your famous recipes and ideas.
We're still looking for "old" Cheerleaders,
Baton Twirlers, Flag Twirlers, Pep Band members,
Bomber Artists and Performers.
Who's going to have the COOLEST BOMBER CAR at
the reunion?
We need lots of help to make this the best, so
please volunteer!!!
Our next meeting is on March 20th, 7:00 p.m. in
the Home Ec. room at RHS. There are Bombers coming
all the way from Monroe, Clarkston. Seattle and
"even" Horn Rapids for these meetings. So, come on
all you "Richland" Bombers, please join us.
-Kathy Hoff Conrad (64)
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>>From: Linda Reining (64)
RE: Reviving "old" memories
To Bill Winslow (51):
You talked about cinnamon oil and toothpicks -
I remember buying boxes of cinnamon sticks and
"chewing" on them while in junior high at
Carmichael - we though we were "oh so cool"
To Ken Ely (49):
You asked if anyone remembers "human" pin
setters - I do - used to wonder how many times
they had to get out of the way of an errant bowler
not paying attention!
Michael West Rivers (68WB) talked about chocolate
covered insects and wondering if anyone really ate
them:
In '57-'58 I was in the 6th grade at Spalding
and had Mr. Anderson - someone (can't remember
who) brought chocolate covered ants to class and
brought enough for everyone to have one!!!!!! I
remember looking at that thing on my desk and
knowing if I ate, I was going to immediately get
sick!!!!!! As luck would have it, we had a visitor
that day and I gave him mine!!!!!
RE: favorite teachers:
Someone has already mentioned Mrs. Jensen - I
had her for homeroom English my senior year -
great teacher! Haven't heard anyone mention Mr.
Blankenship - taught U.S. History and was a good
teacher, too - although at the time I didn't think
so.
Thanks for the "jolt" to the memory bank. Enjoy
reading everyone's entries and really brings back
things long forgotten, but glad to be reminded of.
A lot has been mentioned about JFK and the day
he came to Hanford - I remember driving out there
with a bunch of friends and then the shock of his
death a few months later - some things you just
never forget - was on my way into "steno" when we
got the news.
-Linda Reining (64)
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>>From: Patti Snider Miller (65)
To Jennifer Tomaszewski Seidel (94)
RE: Paul Keith (96) who died in a car wreck in
Montana. The site you listed to see the correct
story from the Missoulian I can't get it to come
up.
-Patti Snider Miller (65)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[Patti -- URL in yesterday's Sandstorm had a typo....
http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/ Find it on the funeral
Notices page... click the "K" and find his nanme. -Maren]
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>>From: Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67)
Just a little reminiscing: How well I remember
the bomb drills in grade school. I went to
Spalding, and we were all marched out into the
halls, told to lay on the floor, facing the walls,
and to cover our heads with our arms. I don't
remember having to put our knees under us, we just
laid full out on out tummies. As first and second
graders, it was kind of a lark, all giggly and
sneaking peeks at other students, as teachers
walked around telling us to keep our heads down
and that "this is nothing to smile about". By the
time I was in fifth and sixth grades, it was old
hat, and I was forever wondering why just the kids
were laying on the floor in all that dust and
dirt, and the teachers were still walking around,
making sure our little heads were down. As if
covering our heads would save us from an atomic
bomb! And the really strange thing was that there
was a little room, under the cafeteria, that had
one of those bomb shelter stickers next to the
door. I managed to sneak down there one summer
when I was about 11, and it was kind of set up as
a storage room, with folding chairs and boxes
stacked against the wall. I always wondered, after
that, if that was where the teachers were planning
to go, in case of a real attack. It wasn't very
reassuring at the time.
And how many of you remember the 'smearing'
sixth graders went through during last few days of
school? It was a 'rite of passage' sort of thing
that most of us endured, prior to entering junior
high. The seventh and eighth graders would lay in
wait for unsuspecting kids on the way home on the
last day, and jump on them, hold them down, and
smear them with lipstick! It was a real struggle,
most of the time, but once it was over, and you
had lipstick in your hair, all over your face, and
your clothes were destroyed, you were sent on your
way, with the knowledge that next year, it would
be your turn to do the smearing! Luckily, I was
way too quick in those days, and managed to slip
past the guys I knew would be waiting for me,
since I had an older brother. David Sonderland,
George Rokkan and Ken Smith were no match for me
when I was determined to make it home in my nice
clothes. I was caught by the Little League field
about a week after school was out, though, but by
then I was wearing my summer clothes, so I wasn't
too upset.
Also, does anyone, besides me, remember the
'topless' swimsuit, on the mannequin, in the
window of Robinson's, about '65 or '66? It was
only there for a month, or so, but what a joke! It
was a major scandal in the fashion world at the
time, so when we heard there was actually one in
the window of a store in Uptown, well, we all had
to run down and look at it! And there it was: the
bottom of a two-piece swimsuit with straps, about
2 inches wide, attached at the waist (front and
back), that covered the 'strategic areas' as they
went up and over the shoulders. Ho hum. What a let
down, although I'm not quite sure what I was
expecting. I mean, topless is topless! I just
remember all the hype about it, but I can't recall
hearing if anyone ever bought one. I'm pretty sure
had someone worn one, though, it would have made
the Herald!
Oh, and I remember the granny dress, also
popular during the same period, because I wore one
to school in my junior year. Big mistake! It was
floor length, and I was sent home immediately to
change. Now, this seemed somehow bizarre to me, as
most of the girls at that time were wearing
miniskirts, approximately 4 inches in length, so
floor length should have been a nice change. Not
surprisingly, I was no favorite with the teachers
when I came back wearing the same dress. (I had
just folded most of the length up and underneath,
and basted it in place.) I was told I could stay
in school, but that they felt I was somehow
"cheating" by wearing a dress they had said I
wasn't supposed to wear. But, then, I was always
pushing things to the limit.
Here I feel I should apologize to my brother,
Jim (66)... I know I was a major thorn in your
side, Bud, but the beatings were worth it!! (Just
kidding!) That's just the way it is when you're a
rebel. Especially one who so enjoyed annoying her
brother. A special thanks to this site, all the
people maintaining it, and, of course, the ones
writing in, for all the wonderful memories I keep
dredging up, and dusting off. They're keeping me
feeling young, and that's no easy task at this
point in my life.
-Karen Schildknecht Mateo (67)
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>>From: Sherri Daugherty Cooper (67)
RE: JFK
To Jeff Curtis (69):
Hi Jeff!
I am Sherri Daugherty Cooper (67), and I wanted
to tell you how very much I enjoyed your
recounting of the JFK visit to Richland in 1963.
My dad, Jack Daugherty, was a boy scout leader
from Southside United Protestant Church, and his
Troop was also involved with helping that day. I
remember hearing the story about Det Wagner
holding the flag from another Explorer, Steve
Watson, who happened to be my boyfriend at that
time. Steve also shook the President's hand.... I
couldn't begin to relay the admiration I had for
that act, alone!
I am sending my dad a copy of your story. I
know it will also bring back the fondest of
memories. He is a retired Federal Government
employee... retiring from the US Army Corps of
Engineers, where he spent years in Washington DC,
San Francisco, and Italy. The seven years we lived
in Richland, he worked out of their Pasco
office...we were so glad that he had chosen to
live in Richland, and why I am a grad. of Col-Hi!
My Dad was one of Richland's staunchest supporters
when it came to basketball and football.
My sister (Karen Daughtery Buchanan) and I have
ordered him an ASB card for the R2K reunion. Dad
and Mom will be coming from LaGrande, Or., and my
sister will be coming from the outer-limits of
Walla Walla! I am making the trip from San Diego,
Ca. We are all looking forward to the gala and
seeing old faces (no pun here), and renewing
acquaintances.
-Sherri Daugherty Cooper (67)
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>>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
To Jeff Curtis (69):
Want to add my thanks to those of my fellow RHS
alums. Your essay on JFK was inspired - a very
compelling read. I was there that hot summer day,
as well, but cannot scare up a SINGLE memory of
the experience. An amazing contrast to the
assassination, about which I could write volumes,
I think. Anyway, really appreciated your piece.
To Shirley Moore (70):
Mr. Hepper was the typing teacher to whom you
refer. What a character! About 5' tall, and solid
as a rock. I can still hear him bellering forth
from the front of the classroom: "A! S! D! F! J!
K! L! SEMI!" Believe he also coached wrestling and
JV football.
Also agree with your assessment of Mrs. Georgia
Burns, business and stenography teacher. She was a
wonderful mentor type; always took a great deal of
interest in her students.
I believe your memory of the Carmichael Spanish
teacher may have been Mr. Lujan, a Cuban born man
who achieved his U.S. citizenship while at
Carmichael. Big on rolling R's, and a wonderful,
engaging personality. He was my favorite of the
Spanish teachers under whom I studied that
language. Did his best to convince me to continue
language studies and to go on and teach Spanish
eventually, and absolutely would not be dissuaded
by my apparent lack of enthusiasm for that notion.
What a guy!
-Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
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>>From: Phil Jones (69)
To Jeff Curtis (69):
Jeff your "awesome" recollections of JFK's
visit stirred my memories of the end of Camelot.
To Anna Durbin (69):
Anna, I doubt that you would have had similar
skepticism about JFK as you do about Clinton, had
you been an adult in the early 60's. The media
sheltered politicians and public figures then. I
believe that Ben Bradley (sp), then editor of the
Washington Post, and JFK had an agreement. If JFK
would keep the Post in the know so they had the
first scoop on breaking news, the Post would stay
out of his personal life. Could you imagine that
arrangement today? We feast on these people to the
point where a great man like JFK may never have
reached the office.
-Phil Jones (69)
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>>From: Linda Hensley Mount (70)
Re: Paul Casey (70) and FSL trip
Hey... I liked those little black G-strings and
those hairy Italians were definitely men. All
part of the education......... And Watney's is
still one of my favorites (I still have the pint).
Hi, Shirley:
Going to the reunion?????
-Linda Hensley Mount (70)
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>>From: Rich Crigler (70)
To Paul Casey (70):
What's going on? You're trying to find doors
in Florence and most of your classmates can't find
the Annex in Spokane??? You're liking Asti
Spittmoni or whatever and George Dana, Vick
Marshall and Mike Franco are introducing the rest
of the class to Lime Vodka?? You're eating the
best sausage in Austria and the rest of us are
eating Spuddies, salad burgers and teen burgers??
You're talking about fine wine... all I had was a
mixture of what Boston and Qualheim siphoned from
their dads' stock! I'm not even going to get into
the pullman car and the little sardines!!!
-Rich Crigler (70)
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>>From: Rick Polk (70)
RE: Teachers
To Shirley Moore (70)
It's kind of funny you mentioned those 2
teachers... Mr. Hepner and Mrs. Burns. I remember
them both really well and yet I didn't have either
one of them for a teacher. I remember Mr. Hepner,
because he lived next door to my Uncle and I saw
him quite a bit. Mrs. Burns I remember, because
the Burns lived 2 houses down from us on McPherson
(they lived on the corner of McPherson & Swift). I
saw Mrs. Burns practically every day, as her son
Randy (he was a year or 2 older than us) and I
used to goof around together. Mrs. Burns was a
really nice Lady and I can imagine that she WAS a
really good teacher.
-Rick Polk (70)
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>>From: Steve Piippo (70)
To Valerie Polentz Topham (72)
Maybe the current RHS band can help out with
band instruments?
-Steve Piippo (70)
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>>From: Geoff Rothwell (71)
To Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB):
I don't want to upset any of your preconceived
notions about the women's movement, but it had
little to do with changes in the dress code at
Chief Jo. Nor, as a Carmichael student, do I
remember Jan Gregor. There was a Carmichael-Chief
Jo joint dress code committee that I was on in the
9th grade (1967-68). I believe that hair length on
the boys was more of an issue that dress length on
girls, but, of course, that was my issue. It was
much easier to measure hair length than skirt
length, anything over the collar (I think) was
prohibited. We met and the administration changed
the dress code at both junior highs. Whether our
meetings had anything to do with the changes, I
have no idea.
Two things came out of those meetings for me:
(1) I met Robbie Newell who became the love of my
life in high school (she is now the #3 at the US
embassy in Jordan) and (2) the irony of the length
of my hair being a major issue in my campaign for
ASB president in 1970. Does anyone else remember
the junior high dress code committee?
-Geoff Rothwell (71)
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>>From: Anita Fravala Griffin (73)
To Shirley Moore (70)
YES YES YES!!! I remember Mr. Hepner! He was a
lot of fun. And Mrs. Burns, too! I still have my
140 WPM Shorthand Charm from her class. Talk about
a lost art. It seems that nobody takes shorthand
anymore -except me, of course!!!
And I think the Spanish teacher's name at
Carmichael was Mr. Garcia. I only took his class
one year -wasn't too interested in learning
Spanish I guess!
But my favorite teacher in RHS: Ms. Larson and
her dangling participles and double negatives!!!!
She was a real kick - her class was always fun to
be in!
-Anita Fravala Griffin (73)
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>>From: Kim Lampton Kinder (74)
To Shirley Moore (70)
In '70 or '71 I had a Mr. Garcia for Spanish at
Carmichael. He was a fun teacher. He used to wear
white slacks and the class would all have a hoot
because you could see the print on the material of
his boxer shorts through them. He had a large reel
to reel tape recorder that he brought in to play
some Mexican music for us a couple of times.
One of the things I really enjoyed in the class
was when we broke up into groups and translated a
fairy tale into Spanish then presented it to the
rest of the class. My group chose "La Caparocita
Roja" (sp?) Little Red Riding Hood.
I also remember my family taking a trip down to
southern California and Tijuana during Spring
break that year. While in Tijuana we purchased a
piñata which we brought home, stuffed with goodies
and then I took it to school so we could break it
during class. I don't recall if it was at the end
of school year, or what, but there might have been
a mexican lunch, provided by some greats moms,
served that day also. We had a fiesta day as I
recall. I remember SueAnn Jones' mother made
refried beans and every body served up big scoops
of the stuff thinking it was chocolate pudding.
Didn't they get a surprise when they took their
first bite.
I hope it is the same instructor you were
mentioning. Thanks for reminding me of him.
-Kim Lampton Kinder (74)
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>>From: Julie Ham Froehlich (77)
To Shirley Moore (70):
Could the typing teacher your talking about be
Mr. Hepper? I took shorthand from him in '77. He
was a great teacher. Very patient and very nice.
And he still is. I see him often - his grand
daughter and my daughter go to school together and
play on the same softball team!
-Julie Ham Froehlich (77)
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>>From: Mike Mattingly (77)
RE: John Laschepelle
I've read some entries recently about John
Laschepelle. I took some guitar lessons from him
in '75 or '76 and to this day I think of him just
about every time I play a jazz gig because the
foundation he gave me was so valuable. My brother,
Mark (77) played drums for him a couple of times
and said he was one of the most humorous story
tellers he ever met. If anyone knows if he's still
around let me know.
-Mike Mattingly (77)
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>>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
To Shirley Moore (70):
Mr. Hepper? He was a typing and shorthand
"drill sergeant" teacher in 1977-78-79. I had him
for two or three classes and must say, in spite of
the grief I caused him, his input changed my life.
I have been a legal secretary/assistant for most
of my adult years and remember the days of taking
dictation via a steno pad. I love reading
everyone's input about teachers and how
significant they are and have been in our lives.
They are in a thankless position, and as for my
thanks to Mr. Hepper, sadly it has come long after
it should have been expressed! Does anyone know if
he is still in Richland?
-Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
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>>From: Teena Stoner Giulio (79)
RE: Favorite teachers from the '70s
Hmmm, I had so many now that I really begin to
think of them all.
My memory must be going because I can only
think of one teacher that stood out for me as a
favorite in Jr. High. I liked many of them, but
Mrs. Mack was my rock. I never really talked to
her in much detail about how troubling certain
things were for me but I think she sensed it and
took me under her wing. I liked how happy she
always seemed to be, but she could get angry when
pushed too far! Who else remembers "am, is, are,
was, were, be, being, been, has, have, had, do,
does, did, ... What's the rest? Care to expound on
the thought, Kim Edgar Leeming (79)? :-) Jamie
Sims (79)? I can only get that far but I remember
shouting "MUST!" and banging on the desks at the end.
Mrs. Sherrard also stood out, I think mostly
for her hair. How DID she get all of that on top
of her head? And as I've mentioned before, Miss
McLaughlin, the Swiss Miss. You truly were fun.
High school is totally different. Mr. Deatherage
and Mrs. Hayes were stand-outs. They fostered my
free spirit. (Thank you for helping me find the
courage to be myself.) I remember Mr. Pierson as a
fun Psych teacher, long before his recent glory
days. He must be another Dick Clark, his looks
never change. Mr. Blankenship was not necessarily
a favorite but was greatly influential in some of
my beliefs. And last, but not least, Mr. Hopkins,
the band teacher. He had so much energy (he WAS
fresh out of college) and used it to make us
believe in ourselves, our abilities and to have
pride in them. I have often wondered if the Bomber
Band would be the multi-award winning group they
are now without his influence.
And speaking of Dick Clark, who remembers
American Bandstand and the lip synching? What a
hoot to watch all those performers playing their
electric instruments and not even being plugged in!
Wow, I didn't mean to go on like this. I guess
one things bumps into another, and another, and so
on. Any more teachers from the '70s?
-Teena Stoner Giulio (79)
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>>From: Jenny Smart Page (87)
RE: Frau Eitreim
TO Joanne Sittig Swanson (65) and any one else
that I may have mislead with my last note.
In my note the other day about favorite
teachers, I spoke of Karen Eitreim being the only
"outsider" on my list. By that I meant only that
she was the only teacher that was "outside" of Mac
Hall (in the Foreign Language Hall on the other
side of campus). Please understand, by no means
was I saying anything negative about Karen. Quite
the contrary, as Karen and her classes will always
be among my dearest high school memories.
AND:
I almost forgot another teacher that sticks
with me: Mr. Neihold, the driver's ed teacher.
EVERY time I drive over a bridge, I hear him
yelling at us (yelling because class was at 7:00
AM): "PEOPLE, YA GOTTA REMEMBER! BRIDGES FREEZE
FIRST!!" And, thanks to him, I'm always extra
careful when crossing a bridge, whether its cold
or not!
-Jenny Smart Page (87)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/18/00
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16 Bombers sent stuff:
Ann Pearson (50), John Northover (59),
Jim Hamilton (63), Gary Behymer (64),
Kathie Roe (64), Patricia de la Bretonne (65),
Billy Didway (66), Barbara Gile (67),
Daniel Laybourn (70), Rich Crigler (70),
Shirley Moore (70), Dee Shipman (72),
Peggy Hartnett (72), Kim Lampton (74),
Jim Rice (75), Garrett Craddock (84)
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>>From: Ann Pearson Burrows (50)
To: Anna May and Ken (49)
I too remember the human pin setters - and you
are right Anna May we GAA gals had to take turns
doing that - hot, dusty, and scarey!! I had
forgotten those days too - Thanks Ken for stirring
up old - and I mean old - memories!!
-Ann Pearson Burrows (50)
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>>From: John Northover (59)
RE: 57 Columbian
TO Classes of '57, '58, and '59
The 57 annual is on line under the '59 link...
for those who would like to see a great looking
sophomore class!!! '59 that is!!!
RichlandBombers.com
There is a link to the '57 Columbian from the
'57, '58 AND the '59 home pages.
-John Northover (59)
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>>From: Jim Hamilton (63)
At the risk of being call blasphemous, let me
go on record as taking exception to some of our
recently venerated “Favorite Teachers”.
I’ve got to tell you that certain of these
teachers, held sacrosanct by some, are still
considered only marginal to me. While I really,
really appreciated the B’s they readily served up.
The C’s and occasional D, I busted by butt to earn
from Mrs. Butcher, Mrs. Johnson and Mr. Hubbard,
show the difference between educating and handing
out grades. While some of our “favorites”, let us
peruse J.C. Whitney catalogs, and read Hot Rod in
class, their "roll out the balls, and let ’em know
when class is over” philosophy, wasn't really such
a favor.
Can't really recall what we were taught in
Government, but then again a look at election
results shows we weren't at all unique. I still
think they shouldn't give you a grade in Geometry
‘til you're 40, and can show how much you've
retained.
For all the Helmer Olsons, Clavin Gentles and
J. Newton Morris’ who would never make any “best
anything list”, there's a reason why we didn't
like them. Who did we really learn from?
Just like those DI’s we all had in Basic and
AIT. The nastiest, saltiest and toughest are the
reason we're on this side of the poppies. At least
that's the way I see it.
-jimbeaux (63)
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>>From: Gary Behymer (64)
To Betty Bell Norton (51):
For yourself and all of you who have home
movies of Richland, please consider having copies
made and send them to Maren Smyth (64). She could
archive them + have some stills made. What a
treasure you folks have!
[A treasure to be sure, BUT... Don't anybody DARE
send me movies!! I have NO IDEA how to make
'stills" or how they could/would/should be
archived!!! Send them to Gary!! -Maren]
To Kay Mitchell Coates (52):
Williams and Marshall? We lived in a 'B' house
on the corner of Williams and Mahan from '43 to '46.
P.S. Mrs. Cotrill is still alive and lives in Colville, WA.
-Gary Behymer (64)
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>>From: Kathie Roe Truax (64)
RE: Cheerleaders, Band Members, Baton & Flag Twirlers:
I'd like to "second" Kathy Hoff Conrad's (64)
recent note in the Sandstorm about needing more
help for the all-class reunion. I'm especially
looking for cheerleaders, band members, baton
twirlers, and flag twirlers. We've got about a
dozen cheerleaders, a dozen band members, and a
couple twirlers signed up - we need more people.
Talk to a friend and sign up together.
The basketball game is going to be a day to
remember. We've got two really great teams lined
up and they need your support. Please email me
today and let me know that you'd like to be part
of the "big game".
Thank you
-Kathie Roe Truax (64)
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>>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65)
How do I go about getting a registration form for
the R2K Reunion?
-Patricia de la Bretonne (65)
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>>From: Billy Didway (66)
I, too, am amazed at the memory of Jeff Curtis (69)
and his ability to write it down. He was able to
write more about his feelings and happenings of an
event nearly 37 years ago than I can about our
trip to Japan less than two years ago. He has a
true gift.
Lynne Taylor (67 KHS) has an idea that should
be carried a step further. With all the pictures
and stories that she and others bring together
they should have a book published about that part
of Tri-City history. It would be a great keepsake
for many people to own and share with younger
family members. Also a boon to some of us who do
not have great recall memories. By the way my
brother-in-law is Jim Bateman (66 KHS). He has
been talking about the Kennewick reunion for a
year now.
To Mike Rivers (68 WB):
I have searched my clouded and foggy memory
bank but cannot remember you losing a "winchester"
in the storm drain. "Sherwood Forest" was a great
place games. One of the favorite spots for kids at
our end of town. Do you remember when the bus barn
was torn up just to the north of Wilson? All the
concrete was bulldozed into jumbled masses which
made great hiding places while playing hide and
seek games.
Mr. Piippo is a teacher remembered because he
would spend his Saturday mornings at the Chief Jo
gym allowing all comers to play basketball. Lots
of pickup, jungle rules game played there. As I
recall there were six half court games that could
be played at one time. He would also ref a full
court game during those times.
-Bill Didway (66)
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>>From: Barbara Gile Larsen (67)
I've really enjoyed reading all those "favorite
teacher" stories, and those JFK memories also!
Having been raised in a staunchly Republican
household - I was always a little envious of those
friends at Christ the King, and later Chief Joe
who could openly pledge their devotion to JFK. He
was so charismatic! And, I was stuck passing out
"Nixon" pamphlets for my Dad! (who was a
Republican Precinct Chairman, or something like
that!). I was especially not wanting the nuns at
Christ the King to find out about that - as they
were all so proud of JFK! I do remember the
announcement of his death - one of those moments
that is seared into your memory. I was in 9th
grade girls gym class when they announced it over
the loud speaker - there was an instant of shocked
silence, followed by much sobbing. It was a very
sad day.
I also had Mrs. Brown for English (was that
Nadine Brown?). She was nice, but we always seemed
to have bomb scares while we were in that class. I
was pretty sure someone was trying to get out of
some major English test. I do remember one
inventive classmate - who shall remain nameless,
that showed great ingenuity in the "cheating"
dept. We were to memorize a piece - and Mrs. Brown
had us come up to her desk and give our recitation
privately to her. This one particular boy was not
prepared - so he deftly wrote his piece out on the
white top portion of his "converse" tennis shoes.
Because his shoes were hidden from her sight - he
breezed thru without being caught! (The rest of
the class was wise to this tho!).
I also remember those numerous "bomb" drills -
which I experienced mostly while I was in grade
school. I thought of them again, when we relocated
here [Where's "here"?? -Maren]. They have
"tornado" drills out here that are very similar to
the "duck & cover" drills we used to do.
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
-Barbara Gile Larsen (67)
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>>From: Daniel Laybourn (70)
RE: new grade school additions
Just wanted to let folks know about the new
additions to the 70 web site of 3 classes from
Jefferson...
http://grafxweb.com/colhi70/gradeschool.html ...
thanx to Mary Jane Smith Poynor for the photos
(all the way from Alaska...) I'm still hoping for
others from the class of 70 (Marcus Whitman,
Spalding, Jason Lee, Sacajawea)... how about it,
folks? Remember, this is YOUR web site...
-Daniel Laybourn (70)
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>>From: Rich Crigler (70)
To all the Mike Hepper fans:
He is doing great -- you can't tell he has
gotten any older - till he removes his hat - top a
bit shinny. Lives in Richland. He was down at the
track last nite checking out the 230 kids on the
track team. I told him about all his press.
-Rich Crigler (70)
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>>From: Shirley Moore (70)
RE: Teachers - Mr. Garcia - Mr. Hepper
To Linda Hensley Mount (70):
Yes, Nancy and I will be the '70 Reunion; we're
staying a whole week in the BIG city!
To Kathy Wheat Fife (79), Julie Ham Froehich (74),
Kim Lampton Kinder (74), Anita Fravala Griffin (73),
Rick Polk (70)
Thanks for helping my memory out! Even tho I
only had him for 2 weeks, Mr. Garcia (Spanish)
must have left a lasting impression. Again, thanks
for correcting Mr. Hepper's spelling. I guess I
got it confused with a town called Hepner, OR in
which I passed the sign to Hepner at least a
BILLION times when traveling home to/from
Vancouver to Richland thru the Gorge! And you were
right, Mrs. Burns/Mr. Hepper were great teachers.
For as long as we took shorthand from Mrs. Burns,
we had to come to school dressed for success -
never any blue jeans for us! Right again, I never
(well, rarely) used my shorthand, but just knowing
how got me started on my career. I always thought
Mrs. Burns lived across from the Bali Hi Motel
across from Geo Wash Way, Rick? Could be my mind
is playing tricks again!
[Hmmm, I was thinking Rick meant Mrs. HELEN Burns
(P.E. Teacher) who lived on Swift??? -Maren]
No one had Mrs. Keith, 7th Grade Homeroom (64-
65) Carmichael? She was skinny, short hair and
Afro-American. Maybe after our unruly class she
gave up teaching!!
Keep on bombin'......
-Shirley Moore (70)
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>>From: Dee Shipman Jones (72)
I, too, remember Mr. Hepper. I remember him
being really short (of course I was 5'10") and I
was his star pupil in one of his typing classes. I
can still see my name way off the chart for
100wpm. He was a great guy and a fun teacher.
-Dee Shipman Jones (72)
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>>From: Peggy Hartnett (72)
RE: FSL 1970
Paul,
Of course I remember that picnic in the Alps,
(as I recall there was some excellent Austrian
beer involved) to this day I am amazed that that
sort of trip was available to a bunch of kids from
a small town in eastern Washington - what an
experience and one that certainly changed how I
viewed the world. When I lived in Paris 11 years
later, I took several trips out to Versailles to
look for the monastery where they housed us. That
was very cold water in the showers. I finally
found it and thought about the day we went to the
Louvre and somehow I got left behind and had to
get myself back to Versailles. I have never been
more scared in my life. I could see Mr. Labreque
was very happy to see me walk up that long
entryway. He made a joke of counting me twice
after that. I think getting off the train in
Florence with a bunch of kids was one of the
ballsiest moves any teacher I ever had made - today
they would arrest the guy.
Not only do I remember the Duomo & Bapistry
doors, but I recall we also had our first shots of
espresso that morning - WOW, wasn't quite ready
for that.
I was thinking about being on the second FSL
plane leaving the airport in Rome and having to
wait because Hugh Hefner was arriving in the Bunny
Jet to have a meeting with some Papal envoy to
discuss a Playboy club in Rome. As I recall the
rest of the work just stopped at the airport while
everyone watched Hugh and the Bunnies at the press
conference. That, of course made us late to arrive
in Madrid and I hear there was certain speculation
that Labreque and his crew had parachuted out over
Majorca - that would have been a stunt!
And the last night in Madrid, when they took
our luggage and we wandered around most of the
night waiting for that very delayed plane, tapas,
crab soup, steak and great Spanish wine. Were we
lucky kids or what?
-Peggy Hartnett (72)
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>>From: Kim Lampton Kinder (74)
RE: Another Teacher Memory
Other memories I have from Carmichael, is of
Mr. Sherrill who taught ancient civilizations or
something like that. When we covered Roman culture
he held a day of Roman Olympics, where all the
students competed in different events and won
medals, does anyone else remember that?
And then there was the day he had all his
sections attend a screening of some movie with
Sophia Loren and was it Kirk Douglas or Steven
Boyd. Was the movie Sparticus? or something else?
More great attempts by an instructor to bring the
subject matter to life for the students.
-Kim Lampton Kinder (74)
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>>From: Jim Rice (75)
RE: favorite teachers
Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69) wrote "Mr. Hepper
was the typing teacher to whom you refer. ...
Believe he also coached wrestling and JV
football."
Actually, Mr. Hepper coached cross country in
1973 and 74, and won state championships both
years. Not a bad record. (I think he probably also
coached other years, and track.)
-Jim Rice (75)
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>>From: Garrett Craddock (84)
RE: Favorite Teachers
My all-time fave had to be Mr. Deatheridge. A
self-admitted ex-hippie like him probably was the
best possible person to relate to a young 'long-
hair' like myself. He gave me a D+ in Creative
Writing, I recall, and I deserved it. I think I
turned in only about three assignments all
semester, but they were all A+ and hung on his
wall. I think he understood the artists' mentality
that 'you can't force it out' which probably kept
him from flunking me. I'm pretty sure he's still
at RHS - probably doesn't remember me, but I still
have a copy of a poem I wrote in his class with
the big ol' A+ written on it. It really meant a
lot and gave me confidence in my own creativity. I
vividly remember sitting in his classroom with
Brian Kraft (BTW, if anyone knows where to get
hold of him, let me know...) He walked in and said
to us "Gentlemen, there will be no salivating on
my new album..." It was Iron Maiden's 'Piece of
Mind' (on good ol' 12" vinyl), probably no more
than a day or so after it hit the stores. We were
both absolutely floored! He let us come in at
lunch and listen to it on one of those cheesy
record players the school had. He also had a stack
of classic old rock albums to boot - Steppenwolf,
Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, etc. I always will
remember a poster on the wall of his classroom
that read something to the effect of, "Argue for
your limitations, and sure enough they've become
yours." One of the real 'cool' teachers that I
ever had.
Honorable mention goes to Mr. Draper in 1st
period Science Fiction for:
Sending one of us out on a Spudnut run nearly
every day, Giving me an 'A' for the day for being
able to recite the opening from 'Star Trek' by
heart, and for introducing me to Frank Herbert,
Robert Heinlein, and Ray Bradbury.
Ditto to Mr. Neidhold and Mr. Schwisow in
Driver's Ed - I still remember IPDE (Identify,
Predict, Decide, Execute) and still have the clean
driving record to show for it, believe it or not!
And, of course, I have to mention Mr. Hopkins
for band, despite the fact that I got kicked out
(again, my own darn fault).
Also, Mr. Bunch (Richland Light Opera - I
didn't go to Chief Jo) and Mr. Orr (Carmichael),
even though I didn't have them at RHS. Learned an
awful lot from them about music and being a
performer that I still use.
Great people all...
I also took guitar lessons from John LaChappelle
for a short time. I understand he also taught
Larry Coryell (who I met at GIT in Hollywood).
Now, here's a guy who could pretty much play a
complete solo entirely in chords - jaw-dropping
stuff to a skinny teenage rocker who thought
copping AC/DC licks was cool! I remember his
'30s era Gibson L-5 with one of the first
electric pickups, which he had sent back to the
factory to have installed. I will always remember
him telling me how sometimes, he just liked to
head down by the river with that guitar and a lawn
chair and play by himself, just for himself. I
learned as much or more by this sheer love of
playing as I did by his 'orchestrated chords'.
Inspiring...!
-Garrett Craddock (84)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/19/00
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15 Bombers & 1 non Bomber "Looking for"... today.
Kay MItchell (52), Marilyn Richey (53),
Gloria Adams (54), Fred Suckow (55),
Jay Siegel (61), Russell Sybertz (62),
Bill Wingfield (67), Joe Aldridge (70),
Rick Polk (70), Geoff Rothwell (71),
Sheila Davis (71), Sherry Foreman (73),
David Jackson (75), Jamie Sims (79),
Cindy Campbell (83), D. Louis Hamilton (Looking for...)
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>>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
To Gary Behymer (64)
What a small world it is! I live about 30
miles from Colville and would love to get in
touch with Mrs. Cottrill. I looked in the phone
book and there is not a listing, so if you have a
way to reach her, please e-mail me.
I lived at 1108 Williams in the A house on the
corner - the one with the redwood fence around
it. My daughter and her family lived there until
July of this last year when they sold it and
moved to this area.
To Betty Bell Norton (51):
I believe we were in Girl Scouts together. My
memory seems pretty foggy about who all was in
our Troupe, but it seems like it was Troupe 44
and Lila Mae Olson's Mom might have been one of
the leaders. Any memories of that?
-Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)
RE: Teachers and Counselors
The students who went to RHS in the late
forties and early fifties could not go without
mentioning Besty Carlisle - PE teacher who
required every monday morning to have clean
clothes, clean socks and your tennis shoes
cleaned. If not done you got a points taken away
from you. Then she would stand down in the locker
room to make sure you took a shower before you
left for your next class. The kids today would
have a hard time with this lady.
I always felt sorry for the girls who did not
have athletic abilities because they suffered in
her class. The best they would ever get was a "C"
unless it was in the area of dance. There were
many girls who were happy when they didn't have
to see her face every day.
For the girls who were in school until the
around the 60's, there Mary Lee Hill, girls'
counselor at RHS. The one thing you didn't want
to do is to have to go to her office. You never
came out a winner in most cases. She loved to
have you stay after school for something you did
or didn't do. Most of the girls had at least one
run in with that lady during your school years.
The teachers that were really respected during
my time at RHS 49-53 were Mrs. Buescher, Miss
Skogan, Miss Reddekopp, Mrs. Burns, Mr. Haag,
Mrs. Burns. Mr. Dawald was a good teacher but you
had to go into his class to listen not goofing
off. Mr. Kelley was a good teacher but the kids
could get around him.
One of the most memorable teachers - which came
my senior year - was Mr. James McGrath (art -
Annual advisor). I was not into art but I was the
co-editor with Bill Witherup (53) and had a great
time working with him. He sure got you thinking
about life, happiness and what makes you happy
and told you to go out and pursue it . He had a
great influence on Bill who has in his life has
many published works in books and poems, etc. He
greatly had influences on the art students at RHS
at that time. I know of three who have been very
successful in the Art world Bill Allan (54) Jim
Wiley (56) and Bob Hudson (56). All of these men
have maintained friends with him all the these
years after their high school years. If you ever
seen the annuals from 53-55 you would see the
influence he had on our work.
Those were some of my memories I had in high
school of teachers.
-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Gloria Adams Fulcher (54)
RE: Teachers
Wasn't Nadine Brown "Miss" not "Mrs."? I had
her for home room and dearly loved her. Mrs.
Johnson, Algebra, and Mr. Wheeler, English and
Mr. Kelly, U.S. History were my personal
favorites. Believe it or not another personal
favorite was Mr. Haag. He was always someone who
would listen and understand if I needed to talk.
-Gloria Adams Fulcher (54)
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>>From: Fred Suckow (55)
To Betty Bell Norton (51)
I saw you note on the C.U.P. fruit cake and
chili dinners and especially about my parents,
Fred and Geneva Suckow. Your parents and mine
were pretty close friends in those days.
Regarding the chili suppers at CUP: Somewhere
I have picture of Bill Leach (55), Garth Wheeler
(54) and myself doing dishes after one of those
events. What a great time for all.
Your Dad and mine made a number of movies
during the early 50's and I am going to try to
find them this summer. You have triggered so many
memories. I'll have to follow-up on some of them.
This web page has really been interesting
although there haven't been many letters from the
pre 55 group.
-Fred Suckow (55)
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>>From: Jay Siegel (61)
To Jim Hamilton (63)
Each of us had "those special teachers" who
impacted upon our lives, they may not have all
been "good teachers", especially by today's
standards, but they were all part of our
education, not only as teachers of knowledge, but
by being examples of what we should all be.
Yes, some of them weren't the best teachers in
the world or didn't have the best personalities,
but each and everyone was there every day of the
school year and many nights to provide you and me
with an education. Some were brilliant but
couldn't teach, some could "get along great" with
the students but weren't that good as teachers.
Some were gruff and unyielding: I can still
remember Ray Juricich throwing (literally) an
individual out of Driver's Ed for running his
mouth. Did the individual learn how to drive
because of it - no, but you can bet your bottom
dollar that he thought at least twice before he
did it again.
Some were friendly and some weren't, some
could communicate well and some couldn't.
Regardless of their individual personalities and
traits they all had one thing in common: they
endeavored to teach us; not just "the 3 - r's"
but about life itself.
Some of us had teachers that were our
"favorites" and some didn't. The important thing
is that we were all very fortunate to have been
cared for by those teachers - they all deserve
our remembrance and thanks.
-Jay Siegel (61)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Russell Sybertz (62)
Date: Sat Mar 18 15:11:28 2000
Just found out about this site. Don't know how
to get on the list for class of 62.
Lord willing my bride and I will come to
the All Bomber reunion this year.
-Russell Sybertz (62)
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>>From: Bill Wingfield (67)
I really enjoy reading the Sandstorm.
To Rick Maddy (67):
You asked the name of the Science teacher we
had in ninth grade. It was Eugene Bernard. I had
to look up in the 64 Warrior Annual to get the
name right. I did remember that it was either
Bernard or Barnard, and I wanted to get this one
right. I do remember the large paddle with holes
in it Mr. Bernard had hanging on the wall. He was
the only teacher I ever had that used one of
those on me. I still liked the guy. I wish I
could remember the names of the other 3 kids in
the class that met the paddle with me that day.
As far as favorite teacher, I would have to
give to Robert Barnard who taught us Geometry. He
had a real calm voice and would not get
frustrated if you said you didn't understand. He
would just explain it a different way. He was my
all time favorite. I met his widow at Richland
Baptist Church a couple of years ago and was
fortunate to be able to tell her that too.
When we get home to Richland, (we live in
Georgia now), I usually go to church with my Mom,
Carol Wingfield, or sister Jan Wingfield McCallum
(68). I won't be able to come to the all class
reunion, as we will be coming home May 10th for
my son Rich Wingfield's wedding reception.
I was in Barbara Marinos 9th grade homeroom
when we heard the announcement over the loud
speaker that Kennedy was shot. It was a moment I
wish never happened. You could of heard a pin
drop. I think it had such an impact on us since
he had just come out to Hanford. I don't have
1/100th the memory of Jeff Curtis (69). I do
appreciate the article. I have saved a copy and
plan on showing my dad, Truman Wingfield.
I also remember Holland St. John. He was my
Speech teacher and tennis coach at Chief Jo, even
though I wasn't very good at either one. I see
him playing at the Columbia Basin Racquet Club,
which I take my nephew and nieces to when ever
I'm home. I keep meaning to say hey (as they say
down here) to him, but haven't had a good
opportunity.
Well, I wanted to keep this short, but I
didn't. I do love reading the Sandstorm, and
remembering about the old days in Richland.
Particularly when I see names I know like my
cousin John Wingfield (66) and of course you too
Rick Maddy (67). Please keep it up.
-Bill Wingfield (67)
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>>From: Michael West Rivers (68WB)
To Billy Didway (66):
Rats, I was hoping you could dredge it up.
That rifle went so well with my "Paladin" side
arms. It had little bullets you could slide in
and eject. Any body have any of the "Paladin"
introduction cards I gave away, those would have
been "keepers".
Do you remember the "wasp's nest" and the
rabbit that hid out by there? I don't know how
that rabbit survived the wasps. I thought I was
going to DIE when I got stung on the head. I was
eating on of those BIG bags of pop corn from
Newberry's I think. When I got stung I took off
for home, dropped my bag, stopped to pick it up
and kept on going. Stung or not, the pop corn was
SO good I wasn't giving it up!
Hey to "Chas" Monasmith, I remember "sleeping
out" over at your house with my brother, Dave.
You guy's started a club and I think you called
it "The lone wolves" (65).
Later...
-Michael West Rivers (68WB)
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>>From: Joe Aldridge (70)
RE: Mrs. Keith
To Shirley Moore (70)
Shirley,
I remember Mrs. Keith from the 7th grade. I
always wondered what happened to her after our
class was done with her. I remember she brought
her husband in one day and introduced him to all
of us. If she was smart she would have given up
teaching after that. There was a day in her class
when I was eating candy and she told me to spit
it out. I did. On the floor. She did not quite
know how to handle that. You and I were in the
same class.
Who was the teacher we had that used to say to
you, "Surely Shirley would know." The teacher was
a man.
See you at the reunion.
For what it is worth, and if any really cares,
Carl Wilson was one of my favorite teachers in
High School. He taught English. He also drove an
Opel GT.
-Joe Aldridge (70)
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>>From: Rick Polk (70)
To Shirley Moore (70)
Sorry Shirley.... and Maren, you're right. I
was remembering Mrs. HELEN Burns, the PE teacher
at RHS. That Burns family was the family that
lived 2 houses down from us on the 1000 block of
McPherson. Sorry for the confusion. :-)
-Rick Polk (70)
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>>From: Geoff Rothwell (71)
To Peggy Hartnett (72):
I don't want to sound elitist and I don't
want to detract from the discussion of the
memories of JFK, but I was with Labreque
(definitely the most influential teacher in my
life) on the previous trip to Rome, Florence, and
Paris. Does anyone else remember that trip? It
changed me from a nerd into a socially and
politically activated person.
Besides having crushes on all (almost all) the
older girls (particularly Linda Hammond (70) the
other thing I remember most vividly was July 20,
1969. Not only was it the first moon landing, I
was celebrating my 16th birthday in Rome. While
not as vivid as the day Kennedy was shot, it was
as much aN upper as that day was a downer. I
thought it was a small step to exploring the rest
of the universe. I was sure that we would have
moon colonies by now and be touching down on
Mars. Isn't it almost 2001? Do people remember
the moon walk as much as the assassination?
-Geoff Rothwell (71)
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>>From: Sheila Davis Galloway (71)
RE: Spudnut Shop Memories
The Spudnut Shop was the first "real" job that
I had. I was fifteen and a half when Val came
down to the house and said that Barlow wanted to
know if I wanted a job. Barlow was a great boss,
he was always there for me and having a family
involved in sports he was either letting me off
to go to a game or taking Val and I to regionals
or state. If my memory is right (and of course my
little brother will let you know if it isn't) all
of the Davis' worked at one time or another at
the Spudnut Shop with the exception of Dad and
"Wig" (82).
I have a lot of memories of working at the
Spudnut Shop, but the one that stands out is the
afternoon I was left in charge. The dough was
ready and I had already fried several Spudnuts...
it was time to make some cinnamon rolls. I had
seen Barlow do this millions of times so I
thought I could too. The preparation was a piece
of cake, but when it came time to fry them I
guess I had cut them too big. Anyway, the rolls
were so big that the "oldies" were coming in and
asking to buy four to replace the tires on their
cars. I was so glad that I was able to sell them
all before Barlow saw them. Of course I'm sure he
heard about them.
We had a great time working there. Got any
more old stories Mike?
-Sheila Davis Galloway (71)
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>>From: Sherry Foreman (73)
RE: Favorite Teachers of 70's
Love all the memories of the teachers. My
favorites were: Mrs. Linn at Carmichael. Didn't
she make us act out the writing of the
Declaration of Independence? or was it the
"Constitution?" Mr. Garcia was great in Spanish
and I believe he is still around here. I never
forgot Como estas? Muy bien, y tu? Also liked
Mrs. Duesner and Mr. Eastham.
On to RHS. Mr. Hepper was one of my favorite
teachers and is around here and attends a lot of
the games with his grandchildren. His class is
where I met my good friend Diane Fowler Lemiere
(73) now teaching at RHS. I also liked Mr.
Blankenship (U.S. History, etc.) and Minah Miller
(English). Mr. Harbour and Mr. Fankhauser were
wonderful teachers. I attended Mr. Fankhauser's
funeral and Mr. Harbour was there. I'll never
forget Mr. Fankhauser telling us NOT to spill the
acid and that's exactly what I did. Chemistry was
not my future. Mr. Harbour sometimes gave extra
credit on quizzes if you could predict the scores
of that weekend's basketball games. Too funny.
Well, I can tell I'm 45. My mind is not
recalling all that it should. Keep writing about
the teachers. It brings back alot of memories.
-Sherry Foreman (73)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: David Jackson (75)
Date: Sat Mar 18 13:42:24 2000
Class of 1975?? Where are all of you?
Hey, I'd like to correspond with some of my
old pals from '75. Anyone know where they are??
My old lunch time buddies, Twila Shaw,
Kathy Showalter, Mark Richardson, Gary Peterson,
Dave Paul..... anyone out there?
This all bomber reunion should be a kick;
Great idea folks!
-David Jackson (75)
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>>From: Jamie Sims (79)
RE: Favorite Teachers
It seems like many of us have memories of our
teachers and that's the way it should be. Many
are fond memories, others are.... well let's not
go there.
At Chief Jo, I will never forget Mrs. Mack -
she was truly incredible. I can easily see how
she touched so many lives. I was so insecure back
then, but she taught me to stand up and believe
in myself. She was the first teacher to truly
show confidence in me.
Other teacher
memories, more for their uniqueness than fondness.
~ Mrs. Sherard - that long hair and the shirt
that she wore on the last day of school that said
"Leonardo, Retardo, Sherardo."
~ Mr. Bernard - he would come along and grab the
short hairs on the back of your neck and lead you
off for a "discussion." Only had that happen once
- that was enough.
~ Mr. Piippo -boy did he have the "stare". One
look from him and you would just want to hide. I
loved him though. He was tough outside, but
seemed to care about us kids and wanted us to
toughen up, too.
~ Does anyone remember Mr. Boatman from PE and
his big fu-manchu type mustache. Sometimes he
would blow his nose, but not be totally
successful in "cleaning-up", if you know what I
mean.
At RHS there was a whole new set of memories.
~ I will never forget one day when Mike Thrasher
(Physics) patted his ample belly and announced to
the class "I'm the Science Department's answer to
Fat Matt Greenough!"
~ Poor Mr. Gentle, a tender soul who was abused
mercilessly by some students.
~ Dr. Death, er, I mean Mr. Deathridge, then the
heartthrob teacher for all the girls.
~ Doug True was also one of my favorites.
~ Mrs. Davis - don't ever be late to her class.
Lots of great memories!
-Jamie Sims (79)
p.s. to Teena Stoner Giulio (79):
Thanks for prompting me to write! It was great
to see you at the reunion last summer!
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>>From: Cindy Campbell Britten (83)
To Kathy Roe Truax (64)
CC Kim Edgar Leeming (79), Janet franco (73), and
Lynn Dodson Stedman (66)
Hi!
I'm working on getting more twirlers signed up.
I think that I can get at least 5 twirlers that
would like to perform at the big game. I will let
you know more soon.
-Cindy Campbell Britten (83)
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>>From: -D Louis Hamilton (CREHST Museum on Fridays)
RE: Search for info
If its not an imposition, could you post the
following for a couple of weeks. If it's too
long, I can edit it to just the request without
the story.
Thanks
I'm looking for the address of an employee of
DuPont (William Francis Hamilton, auditor)
transferred from the east) who lived on Cullum
Ave., Richland Village, in 1943-44.
Mr. Hamilton is deceased. Mrs. Betty Hamilton
lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, and would like to
'see' the village she lived in a year or so in
the forties.
She doesn't travel much. She remembers the
street name and that they lived in an 'H' house
with their pre-school son next door to the Carl
Dodges. Her granddaughter, Jessica Hamilton,
lives in Portland. We want to do a photo essay
for Mrs. Hamilton.
I was referred to The Richland High School
'Forties" site where a 1945 directory is posted
and lists the Carl Dodge residence. We know the
Hamilton house was on one or the other side of
313 Cullum Ave. which is much closer than we were
beginning to believe we would be. It would be
nice to be precise.
Does someone have a 1943 and/or '44 directory
with the info. If anyone does, I shall be pleased
to be in contact.
I may be reached at CREHST Museum on Fridays.
Thank you.
Sincerely.
-D Louis Hamilton (CREHST Museum on Fridays)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/20/00 ~ R2K COMMITTEE MEETING TONIGHT
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16 Bombers, 1 Future Bomber Grad and 1 Bomber Mom today.
Ray Gillette (49), Betty Bell (51),
Vera Rodda (52WB), Mary Winston (55),
Jill Butler (63), Marilyn Swan (63),
Veronica Yates (64), Mina Jo Gerry (68),
Shirley Moore (70), Brad Wear (71),
Mike Davis (74), Pam Tompkins (74),
Jim Rice (75), Kathy Wheat (79),
Linda King (79), Teena Stoner (79),
Kent "Wig" Davis (82), Renae Rust (84),
Ryan Block (02), BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)
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>>From: Ray Gillette (49)
To Ken Ely (49)
The thing that amazes me about an eight hour
shift of pin-setting at the Bowling alley was the
equally amazing small amount of money we would
receive for it. Little guys like me (and perhaps
you also) had to earn that small pittance. I don't
really remember how much they paid (was it so much
per line?) but at the end of the day I WAS
POOPED....
It was a good time though. Good to hear from
you, Ken. Sorry that I was not able to be at the
50th reunion last September.
-Ray Gillette (49)
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>>From: Betty Bell Norton (51)
To Kay Mitchell Coats (52)
Yes, I remember you, and a little about the Girl
Scouts. In fact, I think I still have our scout
book. I also remember Lila Mae Olson and her
mother.
To Fred Suckow (55)
Good to hear from you. You, your parents, and
Martha were always good friends with our family,
and I (as custodian of all of Dad's thousands of
pictures and slides, and all his movies) have lots
of memories of our years here. We came in June
1944, and although Mom and Dad are gone, Bill and
I, our 4 children, 5 granddaughters, 2 great-
grandsons and 2 great-granddaughters and various
spouses, still live in the area!!
This is a great idea, and I look forward each
day to remembering with all of you.
Thanks Maren and Gary and everyone else that
helps out!!
-Betty Bell Norton (51)
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>>From: Vera Rodda Simonton (52WB)
RE: Favorite teacher
My favorite teacher had to be Walter LePage. I
talked him into letting me be in his Aeronautics
class early. Then went on to take private flying
lessons from him. I remember his infinite patience!
At that time he was starting his farm across the
River and would fly to the Richland airport and
drive into school. He came to our Civil Air Patrol
reunion in July, 1997 and was as gracious as I
remembered him to be.
Nellie Flynn kicked me out of her class and Mrs.
McCabe, who had been my 7th grade teacher, at
Marcus Whitman, rescued me from the "office" and
put me in her General Math class, so she rates high
too!
Thanks again to all of you for the Sandstorm.
-Vera Rodda Simonton (would have been) "52"
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>>From: Mary Winston Wymer (55)
RE: Favorite teachers
To Loron Holden (57)
Your mention of Coach Peterson brought back one
of my life's embarrassing moments. At a pep
assembly in 9th grade at Chief Jo I stood in front
of a microphone to introduce him and out came
"Peach Coderson" instead of "Coach Peterson." I
think that moniker stuck with him at least the rest
of that school year. I, unfortunately, didn't have
the advantage of having Mr. St. John for speech
class and it took me many years to feel comfortable
in front of a mike.
-Mary Winston Wymer (55)
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>>From: Jill Butler Hill (63)
RE: Biology teacher at Chief Jo
Does anyone remember the biology teacher at
Chief Joseph. She had all of these weird facial
expressions and she was always reaching in her
dress to adjust her bra (I guess). When she stepped
out of the room I ran up and mimicked her. I don't
think she ever caught me doing that but I did spend
some time in the hallway. I certainly can't
remember why??
Also Mr. Briggs, Spanish teacher at Col Hi.
After my junior year he bargained with me to give
me a C if I promised not to take Spanish my senior
year. Apparently, I found a lot of humor in Spanish
and I couldn't roll by "R"s.
I'll be at the Monday night meeting. Hope to see
a lot of you there.
-Jill Butler Hill (63)
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>>From: Marilyn Swan Beddo (63)
RE: Chief Jo & Mrs. Cottrill
To Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
I remember having Mrs. Cottrill in either 8th or
9th grade English or Literature. I remember her
telling us something, although I don't recall what
may have prompted the discussion. Anyhow, she was
telling us that during our lifetimes we would make
many acquaintances, but we should count ourselves
lucky to have one really true friend that would
stick by us "no matter what" through thick and
thin. For some reason that saying has stuck with me
all these years. People come and go through our
lives, some stay with us. I still have many of my
close friends that I had in high school, and still
stay in contact with them, must be a "Richland"
thing, even though we are all scattered around the
country. Many people I've met later on in life have
a hard time believing I still keep in contact with
those I knew from high school. I consider myself
blessed with those friendships (you know who you are!).
May sound silly to some, and I have no idea why
Mrs. Cottrill said that, any others remember her
saying that and what prompted the discussion? It's
strange how something said in such innocence will
stay with you for years.
-Marilyn Swan Beddo (63)
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>>From: Veronica Yates Jones (64)
GO ZAGS!!
-Veronica "Ronnie" Yates Jones (ColHi'64, GU'68)
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>>From: Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68)
I have a long list of memorable teachers, too.
Some were favorites and some were just memorable:
~ Mrs. Baudendistal, 7th grade homeroom -
memorizing poetry and having to write it word for
word on Fridays, complete with punctuation,
certainly honed my memory skills. Lines from
"Annabelle Lee," The Wreck of the Hesperus," and
"Flanders Field" are still with me. She also taught
us how to "speak" not recite poetry.
~ Mr. Olson, 7th grade, too, who caught me reading
a novel behind my social studies book and took it
away with great flourish, and told a joke that no
one understood: "What state is this class in?"
Answer from the class: "Washington" Answer from
him: "The state of confusion." I think it was after
a particularly poor class showing on a test. Way
over our heads.
~ Mrs. Keith, who I had forgotten until she was
mentioned recently, for 9th grade Spanish. She was
so ladylike and soft spoken. I think her husband
was in the military. I do remember that she was the
first pregnant teach that I ever knew. Her husband
came home on leave and guess what!!
~ Ken Hughes, band, with his wing tips and narrow
ties, a bachelor teacher who was right up to date
on fashion. He would take time in class to let us
talk about the things that impacted our school
life, like the day a 9th grade boy was sent home
for wearing a Beatle haircut. Small potatoes today,
but important back then. I could go on and on, just
like the rest of us, I am sure, but I'll stop here.
-Mina Jo Gerry Payson (68)
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>>From: Shirley Moore (70)
RE: Mrs. Keith
To Joe Aldridge (70)
I knew somebody was out there who remembers Mrs.
Keith! I'm sorry, Joe, my mind is blank when it
comes to who said, "Surely Shirley...". What else
is new! See you at the 30th!
To Sherry Foreman (73)
Next time you see Mr. Hepper, say 'hello' & ask
if he remembers the Moore twins (70). He was a
hoot!
Through the Alumni Sandstorm, I was able to
connect with a long, lost friend from Lewis & Clark
- Nancy Burrill. Keep up the good work putting
together the Alumni Sandstorm!
Keep on bombin'.......
-Shirley Moore (70)
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>>From: Brad Wear (71)
Since people are still adding favorite teachers
of the 60's and 70's I'll throw mine in as well.
Chief Jo:
~ Jim Thornsberry - great wrestling coach
~ Mike Mathews - Math
~ Norm Johnson - Math
~ Norm Bell - Science
~ Ruth Greenfield - Spanish, what a trip!
~ Gene Bernard Counselor
Col-Hi:
~ Mike Hepper - General Business
~ Bernice Wiley - Typing
~ Nadine Brown - English
~ JD Covington - Math and fellow Marine
Mike Mathews and Gene Bernard probably had the
most profound effect on my life. They were two
great men.
-Brad Wear (71)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)
RE: Spudnut Shop
My sister, Sheila (71), apparently has been
eating some undercooked Spudnuts. It was "Jumbo"
who did not work at the Spudnut Shop, not "Wig".
[See "Wig's" entry later in this Sandstorm. -Maren]
I remember Pat Hoke, my brother Steve, and I
would go to the Spudnut Shop after basketball
practice for a little "snack." Back in those days,
Val would work after school and close the place up.
She would always leave the grill on in anticipation
of our after practice visits at which time she
would create the famous "Spudnut Trash Burger." I
believe the credit for the creation of this monster
burger lies with former Spudnutter, Paul Sinclair.
Thank you, Paul.
Anyway the trash burger had everything - in
fact, I think it had double everything - 2 patties,
ham slices, bacon strips, cheese, pickles, lettuce,
onion, tomato, etc. Heck, it probably even had a
Spudnut in there somewhere. It made a Big Mac look
like finger food!
They were quite a tasty little tidbit after a
long hard practice with Teverbaugh. When we
finished Val would close up the shop and we'd head
home to have some dinner! I could never understand
why I gained about 25 pounds between my sophomore
and junior years. Trash Burgers, ya think?
-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Pam Tompkins (74)
This is my first time writing to the Sandstorm,
but I saw your name and wondered, Were you a
teacher at Chief Joe? I have fond memories of this
wonderful teacher that seemed to understand my
inability to learn Algebra. He let me assist other
students in there learning by explaining to them
what he taught, though I myself could never
understand it. I remember assisting a fellow
student Don Brown. He was struggling, I spent
several days working with him and teaching him Mr.
Bell had explained. Don passed the class with
flying colors. I on the other hand got a D. To this
day, Algebra makes no sense to me, but I have
helped my two kids learn it, by remembering what
Mr. Bell taught.
Anyone remember Ms. Larson? Best math teacher I
ever had a Col High. Even though she was my English
teacher. Nice lady.
-Pam Tompkins (74)
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>>From: Jim Rice (75)
RE: Cal Gentle
Jamie Sims (79) wrote: "Poor Mr. Gentle, a tender
soul who was abused mercilessly by some students."
I have to confess, I wasn't the nicest person to
Mr. Gentle, as I'm sure others could testify. But a
funny thing happened a few years after I graduated.
I was an RA at Seattle U., and Cal's son, Walter,
was on my floor. One weekend, Walter went off with
some buddies, camping or something. Cal called, all
worried that his kid was in deathly trouble. When
Walter showed up a few hours later (fine, of
course), I called Cal to let him know everything
was okay.
[OK, Jim, I give up. What's an "RA"? -Maren]
A year or so later, when I was graduating, my
folks walked up and handed me a package. "This is
from Cal Gentle." I opened it, and he had bought me
a briefcase, in gratitude for "taking care of my
son." After the way I'd treated him when I was in
high school, I felt pretty bad. I still have the
briefcase, and even use it on the once-every-five-
years occasion when I need one.
PS -- There's a Bomber on the Gonzaga Bulldog bench
these days, as they head into the Sweet 16. A guy
named Leon Rice (81) is the Zag assistant coach.
(Go Bro!)
-Jim Rice (75)
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>>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
To Linda Reining (64)
We recently took a trip to Seattle, stopped at
Miner's in Yakima then at a local gas station....
we hadn't seen cinnamon toothpicks since we were
kids and found some, $.25 a pack!. Our kids loved
em and they even have a website cinnamonpicks.com
What a memory!
[Linda, Went to that website. What appears on screen:
"Cinnamon Picks Home Page" - that's it!! -Maren]
To Teena Stoner Giulio (79):
Mrs. Mack, another teacher with big impact in
our young lives! Now what were all those words
anyway, helping verbs?
"Am is are was were, be being been, has have
had, do does did, may might, can could, shall
should, will would, MUST!!!" (a pause at each
comma) I remembered it! even taught it to my kids.
To all the class of '79:
Tamara Baird (79) and I are planning on being in
Richland that weekend, hope to see you all at the R2K.
-Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
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>>From: Linda King Goetz (79)
RE: Teachers
I was pleased to hear about Karen Eitreim. I
think she was in her 1st or 2nd year of teaching
when I had her. I remember her being an energetic
and caring teacher. Does anyone from the classes of
78, 79 or 80 remember going to Leavenworth with
her? I just have a faded memory of it but recall
something about camping and cold showers.
I'm back tracking but wanted to mention the
Carmichael school store. I remember buying bazooka
bubble gum by the handful. As I recall it was on
the honor system and Mr. Chitty would ask you how
many you had and then would say, every time, "two
for a nickel, five for a dime, when you get rich
come see me sometime". I never paid more than a
dime for the handfuls I had and have felt a bit
guilty about that ever since!
-Linda King Goetz (79)
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>>From: Teena Stoner Giulio (79)
RE: Favorite teachers
Response to Jim Hamilton's (63) entry.
As I was reading what you said, it occurred to
me that you were right in most respects. The
teachers that have remained in my memory the
longest are the ones that taught me the most, book-
wise, usually by not being lenient. Others, which
is where we differ in opinion, for teaching me
about life's situations and how to deal others, and
ourselves. And, maybe for that reason, is why "we
are on this side of the poppies".
To Jamie Sims (79)
It was good to see you too! Thanks for the great
conversation. And yes I do remember Mr. Boatman,
not as my P.E. teacher, obviously. But as one of
those interesting "characters." He frequented an
establishment my Mom worked at so I got to see him
out of the school setting. He was really funny. And
likable. Luckily, I never got to experience the
not-so-clean 'stache, just the huge smile that was
under it.
No takers on finishing the "am, is, are,
was,..." song?
-Teena Stoner Giulio (79)
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[Teena, Linda Reining (64) answered today. -Maren]
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>>From: Kent "Wig" Davis (82)
To Sister, Sheila Galloway (71)
Quick correction: Your brother Wig's first job
(15 and a half) was at the Spudnut Shop. Worked
there for 8 months or so until baseball season
started. From the I jumped right into my profession
at Mayfair Market on Wright Street in Richland.
Jumbo would be the only Davis to not grace the
hollowed halls of Spudnut land. He would be unable
to handle the heat and pressure of the job. My
memories of the Spudnut Shop are fond and have
served me well in my management career. No one on
God's green earth had the ability to scare the
living crap out of a 15 year old more than Barlow.
You had better bring your A game and hustle.
Val was no slouch either.
Speaking of A game Miss Donna Archibald. Donna
was a coworker at the Shop during my tenure. Donna
didn't the folks have to cart to in a few mornings
after a late Friday night or two. And wasn't it you
Donna who deposited some hot coffee on Coach Phil
Neil's bare legs one morning. Or is that just
legend. Set us straight Donna.
If I got any of this wrong I'm sure my all
knowing brother (Mike-74) will set us all straight.
I believe my brother Jumbo has worked in life but
can't be sure. I'm going out of town the next few
days so Mike. Jumbo, and Donna have a blast. Love
to all of you.
I'm Out
-Kent "Wig" Davis (82)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Renae Rust (84)
Date: Sun Mar 19 22:31:06 2000
Looking forward to seeing old and new friends.
This is a GREAT idea! Thanks for thinking it up.
-Renae Rust (84)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Ryan Block (02)
Date: Sat Mar 11 04:13:27 2000
I'm a future Bomber!!!!! 2002
Hi everyone!!! I'm a future Bomber and I'm looking
for info on my Mom [Tami Swanson Block] who
graduated in 1977. If anyone knows her and has
stories about her please email them to me. Her name
is Tami Swanson Block. Thanxs.
-Ryan Block "02"
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>>From: BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)
To Sheila Galloway (71)
Hey, daughter! Guess your mind is going. It was
Jumbo who was the only one that didn't work at the
Spudnut Shop. I'm sure Wig can tell you lots of
Spudnut stories. I was working there when Steve was
playing basketball and those oldies, the Saturday
morning quarter backs, loved to tease me. They
would talk about how bad he played the night before
just to get me going. I remember one morning I
threatened to pour a cup of coffee on Tucker. I
think he believed me 'cause there was no teasing
from him anymore.
-BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/21/00
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10 Bombers sent stuff:
Ralph Myrick (51), Curt Donahue (53),
Paul Ratsch (58), Dennis Robertson (60),
Sharon Keigher (65), Glenda Gray (66),
Pam Pyle (69), Steve Piippo (70),
Kathy Wheat (79), Kathy Valdez (84)
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>>From: Ralph Myrick (51)
In regard to the bowling alley pay. I, too, set
pins at the old alley. I got $.07 per line open
bowling and $.12 per line for team bowling with
occasional tips. The guys who threw the ball 100 mph
or made sport of double bowling really p----- me
off. George Parrot, a friend of mine, was hit in the
head and knocked off the place where we sat waiting
to set the pins.
Those were the days.
-Ralph Myrick (51)
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>>From: Curt Donahue (53)
Having read about other's paper routes causes me
to respond that I sold the Spokane Spokesman Review
at the cafeteria in the early morning hours in 1944
and early 1945. Later that year I was given the
entire south end of Richland as a route for the
Spokesman Review. In 1944 we lived in a tract house
across the street from the creamery on Cullum.
To Marilyn Richey (53)
You have provided a wealth of memories for us and
I thank you for that. I too remember what an
outstanding softball pitcher you were. It was
unfortunate that scholarships weren't available for
that sport as they are today.
Have you been following the Husky team this year?
-Curt Donahue (53)
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>>From: Paul Ratsch (58)
RE: GONZAGA
GO ZAGS.GONZAGA PREP.[55]
-Paul Ratsch (58)
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>>From: Dennis Robertson Beatty (60)
To: Jill Butler Hill (63)
I remember a teacher like that but she taught
Biology and Physiology at RHS during the 50's. I had
her for both classes over the three years there. Her
name was Ida Mae Mecum. I am surprised that more
students didn't remember her or give her votes. She
was something special. Her habits were hilarious as
I remember and we used to make book on the number of
"Strap Adjustments" she would make during the class.
One of her other quirks was she kept her lunch in
the same refrigerator as the lab experiments and
dead frogs, etc. She was a wonderful lady and really
was a support if you tried.
I understand she went to Columbia Basin College
in the 60's and that would have been a loss for
future Bombers.
Another favorite was Tom Barton. His English
Comp/Lit class was were we got culture whether we
wanted it or not. He tried to make Beowolf
interesting and for many of us it was a real lesson.
Overall favorite teacher had to be Harley Stell. I
had him for three years and met his brother, who
taught in Germany, while I was in the service. He
used to challenge us to do our best not just the
minimum required. Also gave us a chance to try out
new ideas and methods of presentation and not just
stand there and sing.
-Dennis Robertson Beatty (60)
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>>From: Sharon Keigher (65)
To Kay Mitchell Coates (52) and
Betty Bell Norton (51)
You mentioned recalling that you both were
probably in Girl Scout Troop 44, back in 1950 or the
late 40's. Oh, really? How far back to those Scout
troop numbers go, anyway?
I was in GS Troop 44 in the early 1960s, along
with a whole bunch of loud Bomber girls who are
still big fans of the Girl Scouts. It was THE GS
troop for the whole Tri-Cities then (since we were
in high school by then, and some could drive). This
Troop was one great adventure after another.
As a matter of fact, we are planning another
reunion this summer to coincide with R2K (if the
Kennewick and Pasco girls don't mind). We're working
on locating everyone who was in it in the 1960s; it
would be fun to reconstruct who was in it before
that as well. Send your addresses to Kathy Dickeman!
-Sharon Keigher (65)
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>>From: Glenda Gray (66)
Does anyone remember going out to the Tampian
Farm? Seems like we went out there for three or four
years while in Jefferson.. I remember a close
encounter with the end of a snout from a curious pig!
-Glenda Gray (66)
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[Glenda -- I wonder if that's the same pig that I
still have a drawing of?? Also still have the
permission slip that my Mom signed approving the
field trip so that I could go. -Maren]
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>>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
To Pam Tompkins (74):
Pam,
If the woman to whom you referred was Ms. Joyce
Larson, then I'll tell you I remember her well.
Those who didn't have her as an instructor will, no
doubt, remember those 4-5" spike heels and 12"
beehive into which her hair was always coifed. What
an enthusiastic teacher and great friend was Ms.
Larson. I had her for a Business English class I
took last period - and I think just one semester -
my senior year. That subject was, for me, a real
breeze; hence, what Ms. Larson might remember most
about ME is the number of times I cut her class.
Still, I got all the work done and received an 'A'
in the class; whether I deserved it is debatable.
She and Bill Allen, whom I had for Junior English,
were WAY up there on my list of "cool" adults in
those days. Both were (are?) people of remarkable
humor who demonstrated extraordinary interest in
their subjects and students. Wonder if they are
still in Richland?
-Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
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>>From: Steve Piippo (70)
To: RHS Alumni
The main entry to RHS has a new tile floor with
the 'Day's Pay' B-17 Bomber laser cut, in color, and
'Bomber Pride' on both sides. The rest of the entry
way is completely carpeted in new carpet. This was a
gift from the 1999 senior class and advisors Delia
'Gonzo' Gonzalez and Marlys McDermott.
Check it out. 1st Class gift.
-Steve Piippo (70)
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>>From: Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
To Linda Reining (64) and Maren Smyth (64)
Well, if the website was a dud on the cinnamon
Fire-Pix, their 800 number on the pack is 1-800-445-
0658! :)
Does anyone have an update on Gene Bernard
counselor from Chief Joe?
-Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
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>>From: Kathy Valdez (84)
What a pleasure to finally see some '84 alumni
writing in. Thought they had all perished from the
face of the earth. Nice to see you all and would
love to hear from other '84 alumni.
Hi Renee and Garrett!! Long time no see!! Hope to
hear from ya soon....
As for favorite teachers, does anyone remember
Mrs. Moore from Carmichael? She was the short little
science teacher. She was always so nice and a great
teacher. And of course, can't forget the brothers
Draper... Hi Lonnie and Donni..... even though I see
ya both at work and other places from time to time.
What a blast in those classes....
That's it for now.... have a great first full day
of spring everyone!!!
-Kathy Valdez (84)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/22/00
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13 Bombers sent stuff:
Dick Harris (49), Dave Brusie (51),
Rebecca Parsons (51), Marilyn Richey (53),
Norma Loescher (53), Steve Carson (58),
Jane Walker (62), Roxanne Knutson (62),
Patricia de la Bretonne (65), Vicki Owens (72),
Paul Ydstie (73), Dawna Archibald (82),
Rick de la Bretonne (86)
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>>From: Dick Harris (49)
To Vera Rodda Simonton (52WB)
Re: Favorite Teacher - Walter LePage
I would agree that Walter LePage was one of my
favorite teachers. He and his wife attended the
Club 40 Class Reunion last year and he truly
looked great! My father took flying lessons from
Walt and I still have his log book with Walt's
initials in it. I took physics from him and he
made it so interesting and fun. Because he knew my
dad, I used to receive my report card from him and
sign my dad's name and return it to him in the
same class. He knew my father would know what I
had received from my telling him and he thought it
a good joke. Besides, I could sign my dad's
signature better than he could!
Early on Walter LePage came to Richland as one
of the most eligible bachelors, ever. He was tall
and good looking and besides, he had a beautiful
yellow 1941 Plymouth Convertible, with black top,
as I remember. It didn't take him long to get
married! What a great guy. Many years later, when
I became the Manager of the Port of Chelan County,
I had the privilege to get reacquainted with Walt,
when he served as a Commissioner for the Port of
Pasco. Great memories and a great teacher!
-Dick Harris (49)
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>>From: Dave Brusie (51)
To: Sandy Atwater Boyd (51)
Sandy.
Sure do remember Harry S. Truman coming to the
area. I saw him give his speech at the back of a
train in Pasco. Can't remember the exact date?.
RE: Favorite Teachers:
Yes, Walter LePage has to get a vote, and of
course Mrs. Buescher, the dear one. No one has
mentioned Mrs. Viola Ellis the Art Teacher?. I
probably got more out of Biology from Ida Mecham,
and Physics from Walter LePage.
-Dave Brusie (51)
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>>From: Roberta Parsons Feild (51)
To Gary Behymer (64)
THANK YOU, THANK YOU for sending me the
Richland Bombers site. I have already heard from a
friend that I haven't seen in 49 years!
I don't believe I'm related to Don Parsons (64),
but I never know - there are so many Parsons and I
have lost contact with so many of them.
Thank you again,
-Roberta Parsons Feild (51)
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)
RE: Teachers - RHS in the Fifties
The science teacher who was highly respected
was Dr. Ida Mecum for Biology. She was a hit in
the class room as one was pointing out how many
times she adjusted her straps. But she was a very
highly intelligent teacher. She came out of the
war where she was in the Navy where she was
assigned to the Biological Warfare Division of the
Navy. She wore that Navy Raincoat for years after
I graduated. She loves those darn frogs to cut up
and she even had some students (usually girls)
pass out or get sick when doing the frogs.
Richland had two outstanding science teachers
at the time I was going to RHS. Robert Hendrick
taught Chemistry. Both of these teachers had the
qualifications to teach in college, but preferred
to teach in high school. We were lucky to have had
them on the staff.
Two other teachers who opened Carmichael in
April 1949 when we took out books and walked from
the old Marcus Whitman to the new junior high were
Mrs. Sonja Harmon and Mrs. Margaret Bjornlund.
They taught 8th grade and they team-taught the
students. Both were very highly regarded teachers
and they were both hard to get a grade out of in
English and Math. They were so different types of
teachers. Mrs. Harmon was fiesty and very
demanding. Mrs. Bjorlund was easy going in her
ways. Any student who had them at Marcus Whitman
or at Carmichael benefited from their teachings.
-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Norma Loescher Boswell (53)
To Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
Joyce Larsen is alive and well. When I last
talked with her, she was giving piano lessons.
Bill Allen has traveled a lot since he retired.
You can see him acting or directing at the
Richland Players.
To Kathy Wheat Fife (79)
Sorry to say, Gene Bernard died several years
ago. The benches were filled and some even stood
at his funeral service. His wife died not long
afterwards. They were very close.
-Norma Loescher Boswell (53)
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>>From: Steve Carson (58)
Vera Roda, What does WB mean?
-Steve Carson (58)
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>>From: Jane Walker Hill (62)
RE: 1962 Alumni
HELP! Trying to find these 1962 Alumni. Please
send e-mail/snailmail address to me.
Find a link to the '62 missing at:
RichlandBombers.com Click on [1962]
Thank you!
-Jane Walker Hill (62)
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>>From: Roxanne Knutson Short (62)
A couple of weeks ago I was informed that not
only was the Cool Desert Nights function going on,
but also the Jehovah Witness Convention was also
going on. I know for a fact that that draws a lot
of people, and I wonder how many rooms are going
to be available in motels, etc. Please, in the
near future if you haven't obtained a motel room
yet or camp site, please contact me.
Classmates who live here please contact me also
so I have rooms available for the ones who need
them. I would rather have too many rooms available
than more than is needed! Come on Bombers in the
Tri-cities help me out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To Dennis Robertson Beatty (60)
Dr. Meacum was something else! My first
husband, Lynn Baker, loved her dearly, and invited
her to our wedding. 10 years later (in '75) in the
line of grocery customers, she was ahead of us and
she pulled out our wedding napkin from her fur
coat pocket. We had a good laugh over that!
I also remember her having a bat as a pet. It
drowned in her kitchen sink!
Don't get me wrong, I loved her dearly also,
for she was very unique. One thing none of you
might not know, was she was in a car accident at a
young age.
In approximately '57-'58 my brother Paul, was
in a car accident with Rob Bell. She told her
class the next morning to study whatever, and
proceeded to come down to Stanfield's Floral to
see how the two boys were. She told my Mom,
Lucille, that morning, about how the accident she
had been in caused such scarring to her scalp.
That is why her hair was always looking like she
just woke up. "I can't do anything with it!" was
her way of explaining it. She was so full of
feeling that morning, I will never forget the
feelings my Mom had for that lady that morning,
Paul was o.k., but Rob Bell was holding on for
dear life with a punctured lung and she wanted to
let us know she really was concerned! At that very
moment she was more concerned with Paul and Rob,
knowing the class at school would survive without
one lesson. Makes my throat quiver even to this day!
Carmichael Jr. High! Anyone remember Mr.
Anderson, as principal. He also was principal of
Chief Jo! He is currently an Alzheimer patient out
at Canyon Lakes in Kennewick, Wa. Enough said!
Knew him through my husband that went to Carmichael,
and we became best of friends.
See you all at the all class reunion in June.
Love you all!
-Roxanne Knutson Short (62)
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>>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65)
Several people sent me copies of and ways to
download R2K Reunion Registration Forms. Thank you
all very much! Hope to see you in June!
-Patricia de la Bretonne (65)
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>>From: Vicki Owens (72)
To Kathy Valdez (84)
Your mention of Lonnie and Donnie Draper
brought back a flood of memories for me. Those
guys were great wrestlers. They were on the same
team as State Champ Mike Fitzpatrick. We enjoyed
some top quality matches around 1970 due to that
bunch. Those guys were in phenomenal shape, and
bright besides. With that combination, no wonder
they won so often. We've heard about basketball,
football and baseball stars. Who can tell us
something about Bomber wrestling?
To Maren
Ok, I'll bite. Did you actually go on the field
trip to Tampian Farm? If so, how do you still have
your permission slip?
-Vicki Owens (72)
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[Should have said SIGNED permission slip!! Yes, I
went and then drew a picture of my "favorite farm
animal" when we got back. Still have it because my
teacher that year, Mrs. Dorothy Shanks, helped
each of us make a scrapbook of "What I Did in the
First Grade" and my Mother (God rest her soul)
kept it for years in the hutch drawer. Wouldn't
let me have it until she was sure I'd take care of
it. Don't ask when that was. -Maren]
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>>From: Paul Ydstie (73)
RE: Older Issues of ORIGINAL "Sandstorm"
I thought I would let you know that I still have
issues of "Sandstorm" from '72 to '73 as I was the
Sports Editor at that time. This includes
Richland's 1972 State Basketball Championship
season. If any of these are of interest for the
reunion or for any other purpose I would be
willing to loan them out. Please let me know.
"THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES!"
-Paul Ydstie (73)
PO Box 484
Cannon Beach, OR 97110
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>>From: Dawna Archibald Gibson (82)
To Kent "Wig" Davis (82)
Will I ever live that one down? 20 years have
passed and I was counting on a few memory lapses,
but oh well. I can't exactly remember if it was on
accident or not but I sure was embarrassed. The
man never trusted me again with a pot of hot
coffee especially while he was wearing shorts
(when might that of been?). It's a good thing we
weren't near any courts or I'd have been running
lines. Thanks for bringing me a smile today Wig. I
needed it. I think that I only worked at the Spudy
for a maybe a little over a year but I'm sure that
was about all Val could take. After the coffee
fiasco, I was put on hole picking duty for a
while, and I did my share of dishes also. But as I
think back it was one of my favorite jobs as a
teenager.
I'll be in town in a few weeks for the Moto-X
races out at Horn Rapids O.R.V. park. Someone let
Val know that I'd like some thin cinnamons to go
please. My kids can't get enough of then. I
usually take a few dozen home, freeze them and
then microwave them in the mornings before school
for them. My mouth's watering already. Wig, thanks
for being there to bring me back to reality on
those early Saturday mornings when I forgot where
I was and how I got there. Hope to see you at the
reunion.
Have a great day everyone.
See ya,
-Dawna Archibald Gibson (82)
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>>From: Rick de la Bretonne (86)
RE: favorite teacher
I just couldn't help but comment on a favorite
teacher I had seen mentioned.
Mr. Neidhold was probably the coolest, most
easy going teacher I've ever had. I can still hear
him telling the class "Remember to ease off the
gas as you come over the top of a hill, or you be
going like a Bat-Out-Of-Hell!!" He said it with
such conviction that, to this day, I ease off the
gas pedal for fear I'm going like a "bat-out-of-
Hell". I was terribly saddened to hear of his
passing a few years ago. He really was cool.
Oh, who could forget Mr. Juricich? He taught the
video simulation part of drivers' training. I'd
always floor the gas pedal and he'd yell at me "de
la Bretonne, what the Hell are you doing?" He must
have been at least 80 years old. He taught my dad
to drive in high school (Ernie de la Bretonne
Class of '60)
I would like to also thank Lonnie Draper for
introducing me to Aldous Huxley, Ray Bradbury, and
Issac Asimov. I went into the class uneducated and
naive and came out with a better understanding of
science fiction. Thanks to all of you.
-Rick de la Bretonne (86)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/23/00
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11 Bombers sent stuff:
Ken Ely (49), Richard Roberts (49),
Marilyn Overstreet (52), Darlene Trethewey (56WB),
Ken Heminger (56WB), Don Panther (62),
Jane Walker (62), Linda Belliston (63),
Teresa DeVine (64), Toby Wheeler (65 & 66),
Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68)
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>>From: Ken Ely (49)
To Ray Gillette (49)
We were paid 10 cts. a line, at first. Later it
was dropped to 8 cts. Guys with big hands could
pick up 6 pins at once but little guys like me
could only handle 3 or 4 so we had to move faster.
All the while keeping an eye on the bowler in case
he bowled a second ball before his ball was
returned. That happened all too often and some
guys were hurt by the ball or flying pins.
Remember the all night poker games we (the
PS&Bs) had at your house? We all missed you at the
50th last year. I'm glad to see you are staying in
touch, though.
-Ken Ely (49)
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>>From: Richard Roberts (49)
RE: Pinsetting
It was one of the hardest jobs I have ever had.
The money and tips were good though. Especially in
the summer during league play and setting two
lines at once. Whew! Good time for sweating and a
few bruises.
To Ray Gillette (49) and Ken Ely (49)
Well, we agree on how hard the work was setting
pins. I thought the money was pretty good, but
maybe because of tips. Does 35 cents a line jog a
memory?
To anyone who'll listen
Wow, my memory on pinsetting wages was way off
according to Ralph Myrick (51). I'm sure he's
right. I do remember some of those 100 mph guys
throwing the ball down the alley. It was sort of
scary. As I recall, you stood in between the
alleys on a little ledge, but you could also drop
behind a barrier for those giant ball throwers.
Sometimes the pins would follow you there too.
-Richard Roberts (49)
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>>From: Marilyn Overstreet Garrett (52)
RE: Memories
To Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
It was nice to hear from you & yes we really
did have a great bunch of kids in the 1300 block
of Marshall/Mahan/Williams area.
I haven't seen or heard of Andrea McCrindle
since high school. I see there is a address for
her (Mrs. Ralph Klein) in the 1987 Reunion book,
but there was no response from her. I would like
to see her too! I will see if I can locate her &
encourage her to come to some of the reunions,
especially the 50th! Deb & kids doing well. Stay
in touch!
To Paul and Carol Henderson Clary (59)
Yes Jim Overstreet is my brother & I remember
all the Clary Family as neighbors & Pete was in my
class of '52. Jim retired from the City of
Richland 4 years ago, He & wife Sheila (Sheila
Hall of KHS) still live in Richland.
Jim Page lives in West Richland. I'm sure they
would like to hear from you. I'll E-mail you Jim's
address.
-Marilyn Overstreet Garrett (52)
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>>From: Darlene Trethewey Dunning (56WB)
RE: Favorite teachers
My vote for the best teachers are for two,
Nadine Brown, even though English was one of my
worse subjects, she helped me get through it and
in college when writing all those papers many of
her instructions kept coming back!!
Also my vote for Mr. Juricich, in Driver
Training, the class wasn't that interesting. What
did girls need to know all that stuff for? I found
out later and was pleased. But on the road I still
can hear his words, [Remember you are driving the
car in front, behind and on both sides!!!] Every
day while driving in heavy traffic they keep
coming back to me, and I have repeated them to my
children when I was teaching them to drive. They
don't have drivers training like that these days.
-Darlene Trethewey Dunning (56WB)
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>>From: Ken Heminger (56WB)
A little more on paper routes. Everyone talks
about their route but none ever say how many
customers they had. I carried the Tri City Herald
in the early 50s out in the Heminger City and
Enterprise area. I call it that now, because
that's what it was then. All my friends had a
bicycle and I approached my dad for one. His
answer was "Get a Job!" I don't remember how I
came by the route but I did and bought me a
beautiful new JC Higgans Bicycle. Horn in the tank
and twin headlights. I think I got it at Sears. I
don't know how many customers I had when I
started, but I do remember at some point the TCH
had a push on new customers and I increased my
route to 24 customers. I even won a little turkey
for it. I pedaled that bike every day 6 miles for
those 24 customers. I made just enough each month
to make the payment on my bike. By the time I had
I paid for it was just a shell of a bike. Then to
make matters worse I laid it down in the grass
next to the irrigation ditch where we were all
swimming and someone pulled up in their car and
ran over it. I walked home.
I made a comment once before that one of the
hi-lights of the route was one of my customers,
The Keelers, had some pigs and he would go to the
Spudnut shop and get day old donuts to feed the
pigs. They came in big paper bags. After I dropped
off the paper I would go down and line my
handlebars with Spudnuts and eat them on my route.
Funny, I didn't gain a pound then from eating
them?.
Well, That's my input
-Ken Heminger (56WB)
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>>From: Don Panther (62)
RE: Memories of RHS
To Jim Rice (75)
Calvin Gentle was exactly that - a gentle man
who truly loved teaching - until the abuse he
received drove him out. He even moved to get away
from the harassment, but "they" still found him.
It doesn't feel good to look back on some of our
youthful behavior and realize what grief we caused
people while we were having "fun".
I have a particular person in mind who was the
brunt of some awful teasing and abuse from
kindergarten through high school. A few years
later when I was teaching a Sunday School class
(4th - 6th grades), I was reminded of my
involvement in this person's torture and promised
the kids I would make amends if the opportunity
ever came along. I had that opportunity when I
came back to the Tri-Cities in the early 80s when
by chance I met this person. I found her work
place and made my peace with her. It was a rather
emotional experience to find out that their home
life was abusive to begin with, and that I and
many of my classmates just added more misery to
this person's life. At least now I can teach this
lesson from both sides.
As for Cal's Trig class, I remember the board
assignments, when I would stand at the board and
wonder what I was doing there. I did learn it -
eventually. My brother Steve credits Cal Gentle
with turning on his math skills. It seems Steve
was called to the board and was struggling enough
that Cal told him, "Steve, you should be able to
recognize a polynomial by now." Steve said that
made something click and from then on he
understood things much better.
I worked with Cal for a while after he left
teaching. He was a procedure writer at N Reactor,
and taught calculus at CBC for operators working
on their certifications. I occasionally see him
around town and have had some interesting
conversations about his teaching career. I wonder
how many people know that he started teaching in
Bickleton - English and band - and played the
clarinet?
As for favorite teachers, mine would be
Bob Pritchett and Geometry.
-Don Panther (62)
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>>From: Jane Walker (62)
RE: R2K RAFFLE
ATTENTION COL-HI/RHS ALUMNI:
The R2K Committee is looking for donations of
quality items for the Raffle. There are many
Alumni out there who are highly gifted and
talented. Use your imagination and come up with an
item that an Alumni couldn't pass up. If you are
an Alumni who owns a business... please consider
donating an item, a gift certificate, or something
that promotes your company. If you can help by
donating an item, or would like to help on the
Raffle Committee, please e-mail me.
-Jane Walker (62)
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>>From: Linda Belliston Boehning, R2K Reunion Secretary (63)
For those of you who are planning on coming to
the Reunion and still need to make reservations at
Motels or Hotels, I just wanted to inform you to
do so ASAP.
I called the Hotels where I had blocked rooms,
and the Red Lion (The old Desert Inn), is
completely full. The Shilo Inn has only 11 rooms
still available. Make sure you tell them it is for
the "All Bomber Reunion" to get your discount. The
number for the Shilo is 509-946-4661.
I called most of the other Hotels in Richland,
and the only other place that had a few rooms left
was the Bali Hi. Phone #509-943-3101.
I called about 10 Hotels in
Kennewick and most were filled, except the
~ Best Western - Phone 509-586-1332,
~ Comfort Inn 509-783-8396, ask for Karlan Telford, and
~ Fairfield Inn Phone 509-783-2164.
They all had only a few rooms still available,
so if you need to make reservations, do so now.
If you can't find a room, please contact
Roxanne Knutson Short ('62). As
she stated in the Sandstorm yesterday, she is
trying to find local Alumni with Rooms or Property
for Motor Homes available, and will do what she
can to help you find a place to stay. She's our
Housing Chairman.
We have about 550 Alumni pre-registered, and
only about 80 that have actually sent in their
Registration Forms. PLEASE SEND IN THOSE FORMS
ASAP. A lot of the T-shirts, and paraphernalia
items need to be ordered soon, and we need a
count. Food needs to be ordered and plans need to
be made. Don't procrastinate any longer - fill
them out and send them in!
There is also Tee times still available for
those of you who want to GOLF Friday morning, June
23rd. Contact Dick Boehning (63) if interested.
The minutes of Monday's meeting are posted on
the Reunion site.
-Linda Belliston Boehning, R2K Reunion Secretary (63)
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>>From: Teresa DeVine Knirck (64)
The teacher from Chief Jo whom people are
confusing with Dr. Ida Mecum was Katherine
Woolcott - she taught science and had the
idiosyncrasies described so well! She was a fine
and demanding teacher.
Those who had Mrs. Genevieve Luckey at Col-Hi
will remember also that she gave an end-of-the-
year party for us at her home, complete with food
and her backyard swimming pool. She was also a
fine teacher who really felt the literature she
taught us, and wanted us to experience it, not
just read it.
-Teresa DeVine Knirck (64)
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>>From: Toby Wheeler Davis (65 & 66)
RE: favorite teachers:
Certainly the quality of education I received
in Richland from elementary through high school is
one of the best things that I have ever gotten in
my life. Having separate classes in art, PE, music
from 2nd grade on up, I thought was "normal" until
I got to college and discovered that indeed they
were very rare, and they were proposing the
special classes as part of "new education". Ha!
In elementary school at Sacajawea, I had a
music teacher, Miss Nordness, I believe, for
several years. She seemed a zillion years old but
was fantastic in her efforts to teach us to read
music, (and she succeeded). Every summer she would
go on a trip and the following fall would teach us
all about the music of that country. One summer
she went to Norway, and we spent several months on
Peer Gynt. I still remember part of the story.
In 4th grade they offered instrumental music
lessons! (You got out of class 30 minutes a week
for the free lesson). My mom said I could take
lessons, and asked me to choose the instrument. I
then made one of the biggest mistakes of my
life... I chose the violin, and my reasoning was
that it only had 4 strings (and thus 4 notes in my
mind). We rented a violin and I nearly died of
shock in my first lesson to discover there were a
zillion notes on EACH string!!!
My sister, Paige, was the truly gifted one in
music in our family.. I was not.
However, I stuck with the violin, because I got
out of class 30 minutes per week. We lived in one
of those "L" houses across from the high school
and my practice room was in the room next to the
"unexcavated", "scary" half of the basement..
still remember the smell of the sandy, musty, damp
soil, and the spiders! I had to close all the
doors to the upstairs, but usually my Mom would
yell down, following a particularly tortured
passage... "Toby, do you have all the doors
closed? I can STILL hear you!!!"
Later on I had Mrs. Ingersoll (whom several of
you have mentioned) for violin lessons and she was
great. After she left, I had some horrid man who
wanted me to actually tap my foot to the beat, as
I played. He even turned on the metronome so I
could tap with it! Since I was lucky if I could
tap my foot to each note as I played, I soon quit
the violin.
The English teachers in Jr. Hi that were
fantastic were Mrs. Baudendistal in 8th grade...
remember her bright blue hair about once a month?
Mrs. Linn in 9th grade; Mrs. Julia Davis in 10th
grade... what a taskmaster, but I learned an
incredible amount; Mrs. McKinley in 12th grade. As
a result of all of these English teachers once I
got to UW, for the first TWO years of college
there was not a single poem, short story, play or
book that I had not already studied in depth in
jr. hi and high school. Remember the thousands of
quotes from everything we read that we had to
memorize and identify... I still can dig up some
of those really odd quotes, from Antigone or
Euripides.. crazy stuff. I often handed in B papers
from Mrs. Davis' class, for college classes and
received A's in college. Certainly my first two
years of college were much much easier because of
these wonderful teachers.
Mr. Fankhauser in chemistry was fantastic too,
and I believe we were one of the first classes to
have Chem Study instead of the regular book... as
he said, "We will learn this new system together",
and we did.
I have not seen anyone mention another super
Carmichael teacher: Mr. Phelps, a wonderful chorus
teacher, I think it was the middle of 8th grade he
selected the triple trio, and for the next 1 1/2
years we had some of the most fantastic
experiences. The other 8 members all were very
talented, I think I was chosen because I was
always there, and wanted so much to be in the
group. I discovered years later that my sister was
FURIOUS that I got picked. She was one of the
first ones picked for the group (with that uncanny
ability -- perfect pitch!) and she knew I was not
"that good"... we have laughed a lot about this
over the years! However, the memories of singing
all over the state, in several competitions, and
the hours and hours of practicing. We really
accomplished a lot, at a very young age. It was so
much fun being a part of that kind of group, we
learned a great deal from each other, and how to
support each other, if one person had a cold,
everyone would modify their parts to cover. I can
still see everyone's faces in that group but am
not sure I can still remember everyone's names:
Donna, Eleanor, Christine, Deidre, Paige,
me... and I can see the rest but the names are not
attached to the faces! However, I can still hear
in my mind the clearest, most beautiful soprano
solos of Donna Pardee, and the deep melodious alto
ones of Eleanor Atwood. Our Richland education was
incredible, and it was a result of the dedication
and caring of a great many outstanding teachers. I
remember my dad telling us also, that one of the
"carrots" they used to hire engineers, physicists
etc. was the level of education offered in the
schools here... besides the "free" housing!
-Toby Wheeler Davis (65 & 66)
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>>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
RE: Mr. Neidhold
Hi,
I've seen so many of you speak fondly of Mr.
Neidhold as a Driver's Ed teacher. Both of my sons
had him for Driver's Ed at Hanford, in the late
80's and early 90's -- and they (and he) survived!
BUT how many of you remember him when he FIRST
started teaching? He was my 6th grade teacher at
Lewis and Clark 1960-1961. How completely and
totally unique to have a MAN for a teacher in
elementary school back then! He was a fun and very
motivating teacher -- and somehow avoided having
to be the school "enforcer", in spite of the fact
that he was the only male teacher there (except
for Mr. Davis -- the PE teacher.) Maybe it was
because he was short :-) (Actually, I think the
REAL reason was that the principal, Mr. Clarkson,
really LIKED being the school enforcer -- giving
"spats" in the boys' patrol room.) However, as I
recall, Mr. Neidhold did inherit the job of being
the boys' patrol supervisor.
I remember him bringing his wife and three
little kids (who are all in their 40's now, I'm
sure) to meet the class. That was SO neat. A
teacher who had a life and a family, and was
willing to let us know it. A REAL LIVE PERSON!!
What a concept.
I saw him off and on in passing over the years.
He always was so friendly and had a smile. Said he
remembered me --- I chose to believe that. I sure
remembered him! I, too, was really saddened by his
death a couple years back. Neat guy, good teacher,
nice man.
-Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/24/00
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13 Bombers and 1 funeral notice today.
Kay Mitchell (52), Curt Donahue (53),
Kenny Webster (55), Tom Hughes (56),
Annie Parker (57), Bonnie Steeber (57),
Bill Bixler (60), Jay Siegel (61)
Kim Watson (62), Peg Sheeran (63),
Glenda Gray (66), Barbara Gile (67),
Phil Jones (69)
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>>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
RE: Carolyn Pritchard Vorvick (52)
Vera Rodda Simonton (52) e-mailed me yesterday
that she had seen an obituary for Carolyn
Pritchard Vorvick (52) in the Walla Walla
newspaper. I know many of you from our class will
remember her with fondness. She and I were good
friends - shared many laughs together. I visited
with her at our 45th class reunion, but only
briefly - she did not stay long. Vera faxed the
obituary to me. Carolyn passed away from
complications associated with cancer on Sunday,
March 19. Services will be held in Pendelton on
Sat. March 25. I am going to send the obituary
from the Pendelton paper into Maren in hopes she
can get it up on the Bomber website, so if you
need more information, you can hopefully find it
there.
-Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
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http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/
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>>From: Curt Donahue (53)
RE: Alton "Whitey" Schell (51)
Having read through some of the past
sandstorms, I saw several notations about Whitey
Schell. I ran into him on a number of occasions
while we were both at Boeing in the Engineering
Operations organization. The last time I saw him
was at his retirement party 3 or 4 years prior to
my retirement. He remained the same old Whitey
through the years. Great guy!
-Curt Donahue (53)
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>>From: Kenny Webster (55)
RE: pin setting again!!!
To Richard Roberts (49)
Richard...
I don't think that we have met, but the
comments on pin setting got my attention!
I remember Rennie Willoughby (55) and I tried
pin setting for a very short period of time (like
two weeks), and then I had to give up my career in
the Bowling alley.
If you recall, the pool hall was right next
door and when my father found out that Rennie and
I had started working there, he immediately had me
give notice to the owners. It seems that the close
proximity to all that beer and smoking and an
occasional four letter word was NOT in the best
interest to "PROPER CHILD REARING".
At any rate, I think that the pay was about the
same because it only cost fifty cents a line for
the bowlers. I remember the occasional tip being a
quarter or sometimes even fifty cents, and would
usually be slid down the alley where we would be
waiting to retrieve it before setting up for
another bowler.
Keep the faith!
-Kenny Webster (55)
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>>From: Tom Hughes (56)
RE: Pin Setting
I remember working at the bowling alley in the
early 50s. Leo Rollick was the owner/manager.
Thurman Bowles, Ross Gordon, Dave Gordon, and a
number of us worked the lanes. We used the manual
pin setters. You had to pick up the ball with one
hand, (never use the finger holes) 3 to 5 pins
with the other hand. Place the pins in the rack so
that they were not over the pins still standing
and pick up the rest of the pins as you rolled the
ball back down the return. You would then jump
over the barrier between lanes to the other alley
and do it again. After the second ball, or for a
strike on the first ball you pulled a leather cord
to drop the pins down on the alley.
You had to keep track of who was bowling and
when they got to the 10th frame so you could reset
after the extra ball on a spare. As I recall we
got 5 cents a line for open and 9 cents for
leagues. We usually would get a tip on leagues but
seldom on open bowling.
This job bought all of my school clothes and
provided most of my movie money. I worked there
from the time I was 13 until I finally got a job
at Welches Grape Juice in Kennewick, but that's
another story.
-Tom Hughes (56)
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>>From: Annie Parker Hoyle (57)
Does anyone know where Ginger Conner [55?] is?
I heard at one time she lived in Kennewick? She
graduated in the early 50's had a younger brother
Mike [could be '61-missing]. Her Mom and Dad were
Melba and Mike. They were family friends and we
have lost contact with them. I know her father is
not living but would love to know how she is. My
father stopped her father from taking his life one
night and that bonded our families for many years.
They would come over to our house and we would
have watermelon in the summer. Ginger's Mother
would eat seed and all. I just remember that she
never spit any seeds out. I thought they would
grow in her stomach and it worried me. It is funny
the things that you remember as a kid. Thanks in
advance if anyone can help.
-Annie Parker Hoyle (57)
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>>From: Bonnie Steeber Frasca (57)
RE: Tucson 3/23
Just found out about this site from Harvey Irby (64).
We've never met but through a round-about source,
he e-mailed me all the info necessary to check in
on what's happening. It's been fun hearing
everyone's comments about the "good old days"
growing up in Richland and having the good fortune
of having such an advantage in attending
Richland's schools. Certainly brought back
memories.
I remember Mrs. Milton and the huts at
Sacajawea, Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Bjorklund, and Mr.
Jantz at Carmichael, and most of the teachers
mentioned at the high school, Miss Mecum, Mr.
Juricich, Mr. Dawald, Mr. Kelly, etc.
I've only seen a few e-mails from the Class of
'57. Where are you?
-Bonnie Steeber Frasca (57)
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>>From: Bill Bixler (60)
RE: Teachers at Col-hi
To Jill Butler Hill (63)
...mentioned that Mr. Briggs Spanish teacher at
Col-Hi said he would give her a C if she promised
not to take Spanish the next year. Well I believe
he started that with me in '58 where he told me
that it would be best for me, the school, the
city, and the world if I didn't take Spanish the
second year and that was for a D... I took his
advice and I took typing that next year. Much more
fun since I was the just about the only guy.
-Bill Bixler (60)
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>>From: Jay Siegel (61)
RE: Men teachers
Reading Lynn-Marie's (68) missive about her
first male teacher, reminded me of my 5th grade
year at Sacajawea. As school started, I was
shocked to discover that I not only had a man
teacher, I had two - every day. Mr. Bentley was
our morning teacher (he was p.e. teacher in the
afternoons), and Mr. Varty was our afternoon
teacher (he was the art teacher).
Do any of you remember them? You talk about
'Yin and Yang'! Mr. Bentley was a gentle "bear" of
a man, soft spoken and always willing to share a
funny story with the class. Mr. Varty was fiery,
often shouting at a student for not reacting fast
enough or with enough certitude. It is ironic
that, over the years, I have valued Mr. Varty's
incite into a bored student's attitude enough to
take his own time to teach me algebra in the 5th
grade. I have often thought of and wondered what
became of these men who were willing to step into
untraditional roles for the time and teach grade
school students.
As an aside, I will always remember an anecdote
from Mr. Bentley. He had invited some friends over
for "a piece of pie" (you must remember that this
was in 1954). The people showed up expecting
dessert only to discover, the soon-to-be
tradition, of pizza pie! It was a strange concept
then but look where it's gone!
-Jay Siegel (61)
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>>From: Kim Watson Kahl (62)
RE: memories & more
As I read all of the different memories people
have of their high school and earlier years, some
very visual images are beginning to be dredged up
from the old repressed memory cells of my brain.
One image is of a bunch of us trying to help
Dean Anson's (62) old black Ford get back up the
hill to school...
Another is having Tom Knudsen, my art teacher,
grab me by the ear... me being about a foot and a
half taller than Tom, and being hauled into his
office in front of my fellow students... many of
you remember Tom with as much fondness as I and I
can still see him standing on top of one of the
tables in the art room and waving a yard stick
around at the class and whacking it on the table a
couple of times for effect... I don't remember
what the class had done...
There are a lot more off the wall memories I
would like to share as soon as I can remember the
names of the people who performed them... until
then, I will keep on reading and enjoying.
For the past 15 years, I have been living in
Bend, Oregon where I am a Realtor. I know that
there are several Bombers who own property in and
around Bend and I wanted to let fellow Bombers who
may be thinking about moving to this area know
that I would love to help any of you find property
here. Give me a call (541)382.8262 or send me some
email...
-Kim Watson Kahl (62)
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>>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63)
To Toby Wheeler Davis (65 & 66)
Hi Toby,
Your note made me laugh. I remember the music
teacher at Sacy, Miss Nordness, and always being
asked to play either the triangle or the sticks
(wonder why). And yes, Mrs. Baudendistal's hair is
still blue in my mind. As your neighbor on Long, I
didn't remember your playing the violin - the coal
chute window must have been shut well enough. Fun
times.
-Peg Sheeran Finch (63)
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>>From: Glenda Gray (66)
We lived behind Neihold's on Hains. Mr.
Neihold's father was as gentle and kind as you are
describing about his son. He made me a necklace
out of cottonwood seeds!!!! I still have it. We
used to walk through the alleyway past his house
to school. Nice, Nice people!
-Glenda Gray (66)
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>>From: Barbara Gile Larsen (67)
Can't resist adding a few more memories to the
"list" of teacher names that have found their way
onto this site.
I too remember Calvin Gentle - had him for
Geometry my first year at high school. I was
terrified about taking any math! The year before I
had Mr. Barnard for algebra at Chief Jo. He was so
kind - would meet me before class in the AM to
help tutor me. I just could NOT get algebra - but
squeaked by with a C because of the extra help I
got! So, going into Algebra did not thrill me -
but I guess it was a class I had to take to
graduate. (I'm still trying to finish a degree -
without taking any math!).
Anyway, to my amazement, Geometry really
clicked - I think because it was concrete &
visual, where algebra seemed more abstract to me.
I breezed thru Mr. Gentle's class without any
difficulty - but I do remember the harassment he
took. My particular class was somewhat tame -
compared to what I heard from others (i.e. dead
fish in the drawer). I remember feeling bad for
him - and can still recall that picture of him in
the yearbook sitting at his kitchen table - it
made him seem so human!
I didn't have him for English, but Mr. Loss
also did a lot of the directing of the dramas at
the school - in which both my husband (Jeff) and I
participated. I'm sure at the time we didn't
really appreciate the extra duty he pulled - but I
remember it as being a lot of fun - and turning
out pretty good - especially "lil Abner". Does
anyone remember Mr. Maruca - Spanish??
Enjoy reading the memories!
-Barbara Gile Larsen (67)
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>>From: Phil Jones (69)
To Lynn-Marie Hathcher Foote (68)
Great memory of Jerry Neidhold, Lynn. He was
indeed a 6th grade teacher at Lewis and Clark
Elementary. He had the room right next to the exit
to the playground for the 5th and 6th graders.
Jerry really had a thing about wearing hats in
the building. He would station himself in his
doorway and nab the caps of incoming students who
had neglected to remove them on their own. He had
my little league hat for awhile and I think I had
to come in after school to get it back. While that
sounds like grounds for contempt, we liked Mr.
Neidhold very much. I had Mary Lester and Mrs.
Brinkman and Mrs. Fievez but never a male teacher!
I think Rex Davis, for PE, was the only male
teacher I had in elementary.
Jerry took some getting used around the school
even when you didn't have him for class. Jerry was
in charge of the School Patrol and I remember
being awarded the captain or whatever the "big-
boss" was called in 6th grade. I was really proud
of that distinction and we took it very seriously.
I knew Jerry for many years and always liked
him. I too was very saddened by his passing.
-Phil Jones (69)
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Funeral notice scanned from TCHerald
by Shirley Collings Haskins (66)
Carolyn Pritchard Vorvick ~ Class of 1952
http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/25/00
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10 Bombers sent stuff:
Richard Roberts (49), Sandra Atwater (51),
Curt Donahue (53), Marilyn Richey (53),
Janet Wilgus (59), Emajean Stone (63),
Cathy Fullmer (66), Jim Ellingsworth (74),
Bobbie Steeber (76), Karen Davis (76)
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>>From: Richard Roberts (49)
To Kenny Webster (55)
Hi, Kenny,
You win the best and most accurate pin setting
story award. It was such tough work, like Ken Ely
(49) related especially for us little guys, that
my mind naturally blocked out most of that stuff.
Besides, I'm much older than you.
Tom Hughes (56)
Sorry Tom, my comments to Kenny Webster were
intended for you.
Cheers,
-Richard Roberts (49)
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>>From: Sandra Atwater Boyd (51)
So many nice things said about Jerry Neidhold (49)
and I certainly do agree!
He lived across the street from me on Haupt
Ave. He and I became very good friends. One time I
forgot my house key and Jerry went around to the
back of the house to get the trash can and brought
it around to the bedroom window ("B" house) and
climbed up on it and somehow got the window open
so I could get in!
He had stories to tell me about the Navy! He
was a great guy! Did not keep "in touch" after I
graduated and so it is good to read all of the
great memories people have of him!
-Sandra Atwater Boyd (51)
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>>From: Curt Donahue (53)
RE: Carolyn Pritchard Vorvick (52)
I am saddened to hear of Carolyn's passing. We
were neighbors growing up and I never knew a nicer
person than Carolyn. She and her sister, Coral,
were both great people, as were their parents. I
couldn't begin to count the times we walked to
Col-Hi and/or home together.
-Curt Donahue (53)
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)
RE: Carolyn Pritchard Vorvick (52)
I to read where Carolyn had passed away last
week in Pendleton. I lived in Pendleton for 15
years and Carolyn lived right around the block
from me. She was a very loving person and we would
meet at the store and talk about Richland and RHS.
I was in the hospital for surgery and the was
surgical and recovery nurse at that time. I was in
the recovery room coming out from the surgery and
somebody was slapping my face and saying wake up
Marilyn. I looked up and she was over me and told
me she had been waiting 40 yrs to do that to me
and laughed.
She was very dedicated to her family. I worked
on the '52 annual with her and she was in pep club
along with her sister Coral (54). We will miss
her. The OBIT was in this Tuesday 3/21 of the TCH.
If Coral is on the Sandstorm line -many good
thoughts about your sister is felt of her
lifetime.
-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
I had an interesting Geometry teacher at Col Hi
named Mr. Anderson - he was very young, blonde and
pretty funny and an easy teacher. John Woodhead,
Paul Knutson and I made an odd trio in the back of
the room and I think we all passed the class (ah,
but did we learn anything?.. nah.) It seems to me
that I was the one usually reprimanded for lack of
attention because I had to turn around to join in
the non-math related topics and share in the
"artful" renditions by Paul. Good memories though
- I was tooling around the WSU campus on the back
of a motorcycle a couple of years later and who
should be walking to class but Mr. Anderson!! It
seemed so strange at the time to be in college
with my teacher! I wonder if he put more than a
year or two in at Col Hi.
Also no one has mentioned Mr. Crew. He taught
history at Col-Hi. I'm remembering him as a droll
and very congenial teacher, with the utmost of
patience.
And yes, I think all of us steno gals (no guys
in our classes then) remember "Ma Wiley" with
affection. I think it was Linda Neely who created
that moniker for her... I recall her attire with
little black mid-heel oxfords was right out of a
40's movie - marcell waves in her hair, too...
lots of spontaneous giggles from her (what was she
remembering??) With all that shorthand homework
each night, I must say I have never forgotten it
and that now antiquated recording method helped me
land a couple of important jobs back then (one at
Stanford Univ. School of Med. and that helped put
my husband through grad school.) Thanks to Mrs.
Burns (Georgia, I think) we really honed our
skills our second year.
-Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
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>>From: Emajean Stone (63)
RE: Bowling
To Tom Hughes (56)
Thanks for mentioning Leo Rollick who was the
manager of the bowling alley. He was a good friend
of my father's. In fact they had bowled together
long before we moved to Richland. Two years ago,
my son was bowling in the Men's National
Tournament in Reno - at that great bowling
stadium. The men's association had a memory wall
along the walkway outside of the pro shop. Imagine
my surprise when there was a picture of Leo
Rollick circa 1948 - L.A. Men's National
Tournament where he bowled a perfect 300 game. I
explained to my son that this was the man who
taught me to bowl. He taught all the kids from
Carmichael when our P.E. class was moved to the
bowling alley for 2 weeks a year. The last that I
heard of Leo and his lovely wife was years ago
when they were running an alley in the Ballard
District of Seattle.
TO Barbara Giles Larson (67)
Yes, Mr. Maruca for Spanish in 10th grade.
There were several of us who had come from
Carmichael and signed up for 2nd year Spanish, the
youngsters in with the Juniors & Seniors. I
remember one senior - Larry Coryell - he couldn't
figure out how the kids got there. I had heard
that Mr. Maruca left Richland for Southern
California to continue teaching.
-Emajean Stone (63)
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>>From: Cathy Fullmer Tusler (66)
Reading memories of teachers prompted me to
write. Poor Mr. Gentle. Who remembers the day
someone rolled up the Playboy Bunny poster inside
Mr. Gentle's overhead projector screen? I will
NEVER forget the look on his face when he yanked
that screen down, then tried to yank it back up
again but it was stuck. Two seconds of stunned
silence, and then peals of laughter from those in
the class. Who did that, anyway? I think there
were some pretty strong suspects back then, but my
memory has faded. Anyone want to clarify the
situation??
Also I remember Mrs. Wiley, the typing teacher.
She would stand on a chair (and she was no spring
chicken!) with her pointer, screaming "A-S-D-F-J-
K-L-Semi!!" over and over again, like she was
leading a band. Must have worked, as 'home row' is
etched in my brain. She also used to wear the same
dress day after day. One class member whose
initials are D (as in David), F (as in Ford) would
tell her each morning how nice she looked in that
dress, she would blush and say, "Why, thank-you,
young man," and by golly, she'd wear it the next
day again. D.F. would put a mark in the corner of
the blackboard to keep count. The longest run was
18 days in a row, as I recall.
Thanks for the memories!
Hello to all in the Class of '66!
-Cathy Fullmer Tusler (66)
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>>From: Jim Ellingsworth (74)
RE: Class of '74
Hi fellow Bombers,
I'm Jim Ellingsworth class of '74.
I just got my first home computer and got hooked
up to the Alumni Sandstorm. I have been receiving
messages every day for about 2 weeks and I see
very few entries from the class of '74.
I have seen a few from Mike Davis but no one
else. The last message from Mike about the Spudnut
brought back a lot of memories, and I really enjoy
that.
I have been reading about the R2K Bomber
reunion and I down loaded the application form and
filled it out and sent it in. I can't wait to see
all of those Bombers in one place. I just got
remarried about well exactly 43 days ago and my
new wife will be coming to the reunion with me.
Well that's all for now, but I would like to
challenge all class of '74 grads to get more
active in the Alumni Sandstorm.
SEE YA!
-Jim Ellingsworth (74)
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>>From: Bobbie Steeber Meicenheimer (76)
I have been a daily reader for some time now,
just like a lot of you I'm sure. I have quite a
few Bomber grads in my family and am glad to see
one of them, (Bonnie Steeber Frasca-57), found the
site. We lost my dad about 3 years ago, (Monty
Steeber-55), but my mom, (Janice Ludlow Steeber-
57), reads it quite a lot. My daughter, (Lindsey
Day-96), is getting a computer so that she can
participate, and my brother, (Gary Steeber-81),
and sister, (Kathy Steeber Briggs-78), quiz me all
the time about new happenings.
I think we manage to cover a lot of years on
our own. Be glad I didn't list the cousins.
If anyone would like me to relay any of them a
message just let me know.
-Bobbie Steeber Meicenheimer (76)
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>>From: Karen Davis Scheffer (76)
Hello there Bomberites-----
I'm down to the "Big" city from the northern
area and proud home of the Gonzaga Bulldogs!!!!!!
Glad to drop a short line to say hello. It has
sure been terrific following the Zags this - and
last - year. It has really been taking me back to
the good ole days of the Bomber great years -
least the ones I remember following my brother
Bear and company. Driving down Division street in
Spokane and seeing all the "go zags" signs has
reminded me of the Go Bombers signs of the early
70's. I loved how the city got behind the team and
followed my brothers team -- well, Spokane loves
its' Zags too. So, I have been without a computer
for months now and haven't followed the Sandstorm
--- I keep fairly well informed by brothers Mike,
Jumbo and Wig and sister Sheila and of course
mother, Billie [BJ]. I wish I could talk at you
folks again --- I miss this.
I wanted Maureen Sullivan Fleishman to know I
haven't forgotten her ---- please Mo, send your
snail mail address to BJ's email address -- okay.
I want to write and carry on where we left off
months ago -- okay. My baby is almost 16 months
old now --- time is flying, huh. And God has been
good.
Well, gotta go over to Sheila's house for my
birthday dinner ---- and a happy one to you too Mo
on the 28th -- right?
Take care all and God bless to all of you Bombers!!
-Karen Davis Scheffer (76)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/26/00
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9 Bombers sent stuff:
Ray Gillette (49), Loron Holden (57),
Bill Hoyle (58), Jim House (63),
Gary Behymer (64), Bill Wingfield (67),
John Campbell (72), Mike Davis (74),
Donna St.John (79)
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>>From: Ray Gillette (49)
RE: Jerry Neidhold (49):
I had the good fortune to dine with the widow
of Jerry this last week as she (Maureen Doyle
Neidhold '56) is spending a couple weeks down here
(Phoenix) visiting her high school friend Gayle
Ryals Quiros '56 (and also my ex-wife).
I was able to look at pictures of their four
kids and many of their grandchildren to bring me up
to date. I suppose that a lot of fans of the
Bombers know that Jerry's two sons (Mike and Joe
Neidhold) are both coaches for Richland's State
championship football team of this last year.
It is my pleasure and privilege to have been a
good friend of all of them.
-Ray Gillette (49)
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>>From: Loron Holden (57)
RE: Favorite Teacher
Hello Class of 1957
You only have 6 more days to get your favorite
teacher selection in!!!!!!!!!! Right now there is a
tie so we need a tie breaker!!!!!!!!! If you don't
want your vote public just e-mail me I promise
never to reveal who you vote for, for whatever
reason.
-Loron Holden (57)
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>>From: Bill Hoyle (58)
I promised myself I would not write anymore but
I could not help myself on a couple of items in the
last few Sandstorms.
I lived across the street from Carolyn Pritchard
on Douglass when I was in Carmichael and she was
one of those golden beauties who dwelled in Senior
High. Her Dad was a truly fine person who put up
with a smart aleck 13 year old boy. I remember
their '52 Packard that I thought was the Most! I
have thought of her and her sister Carol '54 many
times over the years and wondered where they were.
Even though she never taught at Col-Hi, I must
bring up the teacher who had the biggest influence
on me, and I'm sure many others. Mrs. Lester was
truly a wonderful person and an inspiration to
those young minds at Lewis & Clark. She demanded
work and no nonsense but she gave caring attention
that earned her my respect and gratitude. Some of
you may remember her as Mrs. Thompson. Anyway, she
never taught in High School but her daughter, Mary
Lee '58, still teaches math in Bomberville.
Hello again to Jerry Parker. Did you have a
brother, Artie, who played second base on the
Bomber baseball team?
-Bill Hoyle (58)
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>>From: Jim House (63)
RE: R2K BASKETBALL
For one dollar you get to see Norris Brown (57),
Ray Stein (64) and Brian Kellerman (79) in the same
game, and you don't have your ticket yet?
Yes, Miss Brown (Nadine), there's game on Saturday.
-Jim House
Teacher's Pet (63)
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>>From: Bill Wingfield (67)
RE:: Mrs. Wiley, Mr. Bernard, & Mr. Gentle
I was thinking about Mrs. Wiley and thinking
about writing in about her. Janet Wilgus Beaulieu
(59) helped me remember her. Wasn't she the teacher
who had been in a Nazi concentration camp? I'm
pretty sure I remember her as the teacher that she
had the numbers tattooed on her forearm. I regret
not talking more to her about that.
It was good seeing the comments by Barbara Giles
Lawson (67). We were probably in the same math
classes with Barnard and Gentle. I too feel guilty
for the way we treated Mr. Gentle. He deserved
better.
I love this news letter, keep it up.
-Bill Wingfield (67)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: John Campbell (72)
Date: Fri Mar 24 16:19:56 2000
Just found this page and would like to know more
about R2K.
I graduated in 72. Would like to hear from some
of you.
Want's going on with this page? Site is great.
Hope to hear from someone soon.
-John Campbell (72)
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[See link to the R2K website at the top of this -- and
every other Sandstorm. -Maren]
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)
My brother-in-law, Steve Galloway (74) and I
were recently talking about the huge open area left
by the old city shops across from the hospital. We
were saying that that has become some prime real
estate and I'm sure quite expensive. I'm sure the
medical field will snatch it up, if they haven't
already, and build more medical facilities.
Personally, I think it would be a great place for a
"Denny's"!!! What do you think, Greg Alley? (73)
On another subject, I was talking to my children
(Classes of 02 and 04, we hope) recently about the
overflow crowds we used to get for the Bomber hoop
games. I told them for a typical Pasco-Richland
game there may be 5,000+ people there by the end of
the 1st quarter of the Junior Varsity game. They
found this unbelievable! Nowadays that gym is half
full even for the big games. That's kinda sad to
think about. It's too bad these kids can't
experience the sights and sounds of an overflowing
Bomber gym. It was a mad house! We need something
to bring the crowds back! Something they can't
resist. Something that they would look forward to
every week! Something that would make the
anticipation of the weekend's games build
throughout the week!
How about this?
A Denny's in the foyer!!!
-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Donna St.John Rodewald (79)
RE: Help!
My 7th grader is doing a research paper on "The
Future of Nuclear Power and Related Sites (i.e.
Hanford)". He needs 50-100 (!) sources and 15-20
documentable bibliographies. Anyone have any good
books/people/etc. that you could recommend? We'd be
forever grateful! I told him that if the Sandstorm
doesn't know, no one does!
Thanks a lot,
-Donna St.John Rodewald (79)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/27/00
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9 Bombers sent stuff:
Dick Pierard (52), Dean Enderle (57),
Wes Hayward (57), Jean Armstrong (64),
Billy Didway (66), Anna Durbin (69),
Pam Pyle (69), Mike Lemler (72),
Greg Alley (73)
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>>From: Dick Pierard (52)
RE: favorite teacher
I would nominate three individuals as my
favorites at Col-Hi:
Mrs. Buescher, geometry, was kind and gracious
as well as demanding, and the kind of math teacher
I needed after a disastrous year in algebra.
Mr. Haag encouraged me in more ways than he
would have imagined. I always had the greatest
respect for him.
Mr. Maruca, whom I had for two years of Latin,
helped me to develop a lifelong interest in foreign
languages. I greatly appreciated what I had learned
from him and wished I had done more.
-Dick Pierard (52)
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>>From: Dean Enderle (57)
RE: Class of "57"
The other day someone asked in the Sandstorm
about the class of "57". Well here are a couple of
things from way back then to jog the memories.
Graduation Service, Col-Hi choir with Ruth Smiley
and Joyce Green as pianists, Trumpeters were
Alberta Fredrickson, Mickey Arledge and Walt Marsh
with Phil Barr and Kenny Dudney on percussion with
Harley Stell Directing. Also there were the
"Atomets" Peggy Bellarts, Ellen Seaton, Connie
Bloom and Carolyn Fichter with Diane Cristman
accompanying. Max Case had a few words to say on
"Our importance in the world" and we had more
music from the Sophomore Quartet of Shauna Seeley,
Janie Lambert, Janet Wilgus, Kit Bridges and Sandy
Witherup accompanying.
Anyone else out there remember these folks and
their contribution to our time at good old Col-Hi?
Also anybody know what ever happened to Phil
Motyka, Larry Azure, Janice Shannon or Fred
Segrest?
-Dean Enderle (57)
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>>From: Wes Hayward (57)
RE: teachers
Hi all,
It's been interesting to read the comments
regarding our teachers. I've thought about them a
lot and have concluded that we received a better
education than many folks did in that era. The
nature of the community demanded it.
A few classes stand out in my memory. Physics
with Scott was a lot of fun. Henrich was excellent
with the junior year Chemistry. I continue to be
surprised, even today, at some of the things I
remember from Tom Barton's English classes, both
sophomore and senior. But by far the teacher that I
remember most fondly was Naomi Buescher who
provided us with Geometry and Trigonometry. She was
always bright and enthusiastic, yet retained the
formality needed for an insightful look at
mathematics. Those were good times.
-Wes Hayward (57)
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>>From: Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64)
RE: Newspaper Routes
I am finally getting caught up from moving.. The
move was a short one, only a few blocks away. It's
amazing how much stuff you accumulate in 15 years..
It's break time and I am catching up on reading the
Sandstorm... Getting a chuckle out of paper route
stories, I felt the need to submit mine..
My brother Ron Armstrong (61) actually had the
route, but quite often talked me into doing it.. I
didn't mind, cause it was the Federal Building and
the Fire Station and the Police Station.. I'm sure
there were more places that we delivered to, but
these stuck in my memory the most.. I was eager to
do it, 'cause I could pet the fire dog, Spot, I
believe her name was.. And flirt with the cops, I
always wanted to be one.. I had, and still have the
utmost respect for them... In the Federal Building
was a salt tablet dispenser.. I believe they were
in a few places.. But, the one in the Federal
Building I remember.. I used to get a handful
almost every day.. I would chew on them for the
rest of the route.. No wonder I love salt and put
it on everything, including lemons picked right off
my tree and eaten like an apple..
I would ride my bike on the paper route downtown
and we had a thing, kinda like saddle bags, that we
used to wear that held our papers that were
supplied by the Tri-City Herald. Well, we used to
put it across our handle bars and the papers would
hang down on either side.. Real easy to grab and
throw.. Well, one day I was peddling down Jadwin
just north of Lee Blvd. when the fabric from the
bag got tangled in the spokes in my front tire..
The tire stopped and I did a flip right over, bike
and all.. I stopped traffic that day... A nice man,
that almost ran me over, stopped and slowly removed
the bike off my chest as I lay under it.. I was
SOOOOOOOO embarrassed.. Thank goodness I had shorts
on and not a dress.. I must have been 12 or so..
But, it's just like it happened yesterday.. Funny
the things we remember and the things we don't..
Looking forward to June.. Any excuse to come
back to Richland I jump at.. I miss it.. It will
always be my home.. Although, Phoenix in the winter
time rules...
-Jean Armstrong Reynolds (64)
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>>From: Billy Didway (66)
In the past and recently there have been many
put downs on Denny's resturants. I have had enough.
I must speak up in defense of Denny's.
When traveling coast to coast or border to
border on interstates one can always find a
Denny's. As we age that becomes important knowing
there is a welcoming oasis somewhere ahead that we
can stop. Many states are closing roadside rest
areas but there will always be a 24 hour Denny's.
The food is the same at all Denny's. Looks the
same, tastes the same, costs the same and that
helps with budgeting for trips. Also the same menu
aids the memory process for some of us older
Bombers. The large pictures help with ordering as
we can just point when needed. The menus are a
bonus at Denny's.
Denny's has a Senior Citizens menu selection
that is specially formulated for us senior
citizens. The foods digest easier which mean less
bottles of Phillips Milk of Magnesia to pack.
If you get lost and find a Denny's it is a safe
haven to sit and have coffee till your memory comes
back as to why and where you are going. There are
always other gray hair people sitting in there
doing the same. Denny's is like a senior daycare
center away from home. A senior citizens center of
the interstate, Denny's I don't think a person can
find any of these good things in any five star
rated restaurant. Hats off to Denny's.
-Bill Didway (66)
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>>From: Anna Durbin (69)
My daughter Nora is the dramaturg for the middle
school spring play. I didn't know what a dramaturg
was until my older daughter did it a few years ago.
She spent a lot of time on the internet looking for
the tune to a Japanese jazz song from the early
sixties for "Friends" by Kobo Abe. The dramaturg,
for those as uneducated as I was, researches the
background of the play and issues for the actors so
that they do things that are consistent with the
time. She helps with making sure the props and
scenery and costumes are right too. No anachronisms
allowed.
Anyhow, they are doing "Up the Down Stair Case"
set in a high school in 1964. For once, my memories
are too young. The late sixties were a different
world from the early sixties. Any of you slightly
more mature people have any expressions or slogans,
memories of clothes, hairdos, or any other great
early sixties customs you want to pass on to the
thorough Miss Nora? She will be eternally grateful.
Thanks.
-Anna Durbin (69)
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>>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
To Bill Hoyle (58)
RE: Mrs. Mary Lester Thompson
Bill,
It's been some months ago now that I sent in my
own fond memories of sixth grade with Mary Lester,
now Thompson. Indeed, she was a great influence on
many of us. I think of her so often, these days,
and have had the pleasure of corresponding with her
via snail mail and e-mail as a result of her
daughter's generosity of spirit and time. It
should be no surprise to anyone who studied in her
class that Mary Lester Thompson is STILL teaching
AND learning, if in a less traditional manner. I
have it on good authority that she is out there on
the golf course regularly, entertaining the young
people in her neighborhood, and doing her best to
explore cyberspace on a new computer. Perhaps as a
result of my experiences as her student, or maybe
just as the product of personal observations over
some years, I believe life stops when learning
ceases; and learning only ceases, it seems, when we
lose the courage to take risk. Even at some
geographic distance, Mrs. Thompson continues to set
an example of the great power of risk taking and
education. There are no words which adequately
express gratitude for such a gift. What a treasure!
-Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
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>>From: Mike Lemler (72)
RE: It was like a Bomber Victory!
Today reminded me of the many games that graced
the Dawald Gym, just like Mike Davis (74) said, a
big loud crowd that could bring down the house,
only today it was the Kingdome, and talk about
flat. Flat it is! I have been a Seahawk Season
Ticket holder for the past 3 years and have
upgraded every year, but today my seats are where I
have always wanted them, RIGHT ON THE FIELD!!!
I'm not too sure Mike, but there might be room
for a Denny's between Safeco Field and where the
"Concrete Goiter" used to stand, a place for the
builders to have a Grand Slam before heading to
work. I am really going to miss spending $100 on a
Sunday afternoon for a beer and hot dog, no alcohol
in Husky Stadium, so now I guess I will be able to
afford that boat to get to the games.
-Mike Lemler (72)
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>>From: Greg Alley (73)
To Mike Davis (74):
I thought it was spring time and you were going
to liven up the Sandstorm with more embarrassing
moments in life or amusing anecdotes. All we get is
real estate talk of Richland and more Denny's
comedy. Were you at those big games at Dawald gym?
I thought you were at some social gatherings at
some gravel pits somewhere in West Richland.
-Greg Alley (73)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/28/00
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12 Bombers sent stuff:
Jim Byron (55), Tom Matthews (57),
Bill Lattin (58), Jan Bollinger (60),
Anita Cleaver (63), Don Doud (64),
Gregor Hanson (65), Leona "Mari" Eckert (65),
Andee Creighton (67), Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68),
Steve Piippo (70), Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Jim Byron (55)
RE: Big Milestone
TO Gary Behymer (64)
Gary,
Do you have something planned for the 100K hit
on the site? Not every website attains 100K .... maybe
a splashy media slide show of the key personnel
involved and some of the main contributors?
Just a thought!
-Jim Byron, Class of '55 (that's 1955)
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>>From: Tom Matthews (57)
RE: Class of '57 teachers
Tough to list one favorite, many are deserving
of this in one category or another.
Nadine Brown - would have to be top on my list,
she truly cared and encouraged her students to
believe in themselves.
More than honorable mention to: Barton, Crew,
Dawald, Henrich, Mecum, Reid, Barton, Morelli,
Mount, Stone, Juricich, Rish and more.
Since Jr. High teachers have also been listed at
Chief Jo I would put Mr. Webber, Mr. Hovey and
Mrs. Pearson high on my list. Principal Chisholm, later
Superintendent of the District was also a favorite.
-Tom Matthews (57)
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>>From: Bill Lattin (58)
I feel compelled to write about a teacher who
had a special impact on me. I know that teachers
are like all of us and are drawn to different types
of students, some are drawn to those who study and
show an interest in the subject matter, some are
attracted to help the under achiever and some are
drawn to students who have winsome personalities.
Mrs. Brinkman was my 5th grade teacher at Lewis
and Clark and she was a teacher who reached out to
make learning exciting. She made learning come
alive for someone who had little interest in school
and in addition was a disruption in her class. I
can't thank her enough for her impact on my life.
She would be my vote for teacher summa cum laude.
For those of you who knew me after the 5th
grade, you might doubt Mrs. Brinkman's
effectiveness, but she had little to work with and
it took a long time for her passion for learning to
take root. What a gift to give and what a debt to
owe. Thank You, Mrs. Brinkman.
-Bill Lattin (58)
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>>From: Jan Bollinger Persons (60)
RE: Everybody knew "Muscles"
Remember the happy, mentally challenged fellow
known to all as Sonny or Muscles, who rode his bike
all over town, often wearing twin holsters and six-
shooters? People of all ages knew who he was and
would call to him as he passed to hear his
invariable response of "Hey-hey, ho-ho!" His
Saturday route took him to Densow Drugs and the C&H
store on Wright where I worked in the meat market
and would visit with him briefly. I took a bit of
ribbing when he started pointing me out to people
as his girlfriend! It seems to me that he was said
to be thirty-something in the late fifties, but he
appeared younger. Does anyone know what his last
name was and what became of him?
-Jan Bollinger Persons (60)
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>>From: Anita Cleaver Heiling (63)
RE: R2K Meeting Minutes
For all of you who have not checked out the
minutes of the R2K March 20 meeting, this is a must
re: snake dance! :)
-Anita Cleaver Heiling (63)
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>>From: Don Doud (64)
Note back to Jo Miles (64):
Walla Walla Union Bulletin - yes, I'm your local
contact, but my real area of expertise was on the
Seattle P.I. - I can remember racing you out
Harris, me with a whopping 2 or 3 customers, you
with a mere 1 or 2 - you always had a pretty spiffy
bike, as I recall - as for the rabbits - the most
interesting part was watching the magpies dine on
the remains. Always a treat as the sun was coming
up. And it was pretty nice relaxing in the
afternoons while the TCH crew sweated away on their
rounds.
I got mighty rich with the P.I. - mello mints
all around, and a nice generator-fueled headlight
for the old Schwin! My most memorable event as a
paper boy, though, was when I subbed for you and
broke the glass pane on Susan Baker's (64) front
door. (I was aiming for the aluminum section. Had I
hit it it would have made a tremendous "boom."
Instead all I got was a tremendous "Crash." As fast
as I could pedal away from the scene of the crime,
I wasn't as fast as Susan's dad, who was not
pleased. Homer Spencer later ruled that since he
insured my family, as well as yours and the Bakers,
he would pay for the damages.
The P.I. also had other benefits, as my route at
one time included uptown, so I'd bike past the
Spudnut shop each a.m., and since I always had a
pocket full of money from my big job, I could
afford to stop. Also remember that Ganzell's paid
just once a year, so if you were lucky enough to
have the route when they paid you were in big
money!
-Don Doud (64)
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>>From: Gary Behymer (64)
Many thanks to Tom Hemphill (62) who took the
time to send a very large amount of 45s my way.
They have been offering hours of enjoyment.
-Gary Behymer (64)
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>>From: Gregor Hanson (65)
Something to look forward to for a photographic
history of the Hanford communities!
Battelle - Pacific Northwest National Laboratory
is declassifying 50,000 photograph negatives taken
at/or around the Hanford site from 1943 to 1967.
The photos chronicle the building of the Hanford
Engineer Works as part of the Manhattan Project and
provide historical insight into the early
communities of Hanford, White Bluffs, Pasco and
Richland.
"Much has been said about the incredible
technical feats of the Manhattan Project, but these
pictures show the human side of the story," says
Kim Engle, manager of the Lab's National Security
Analysis Team. "The thousands of day-to-day scenes
of common people working and playing are a unique
and fascinating record of a time 50 years ago."
The project to declassify the negatives began in
January and is part of an overall program to review
and make public 3.3 million pages of previously
classified information at Hanford. A continuation
of DOE's openness initiative, Hanford is the only
site within the DOE complex attempting to
declassify all of its documents and photographs
related to the production of nuclear weapons
material.
Approximately 13,000 of the 50,000 negatives
have been declassified to date. Pacific Northwest's
National Security Analysis Team is able to review
and declassify nearly 200 photographs per day, and
all 50,000 negatives are expected to be
declassified and ready for release by December
2000.
"I think the negatives will interest a diverse
cross section of people from former and current
workers to community members and history buffs,"
Engle says. "Additionally, the early photographs of
Hanford tanks and facilities construction will be a
great resource to the contractor organizations
cleaning up Hanford."
Once declassified, the negatives are scanned and
transferred to compact disk. DOE and Pacific
Northwest currently are exploring the option of
putting some or all of the photographs on the
Internet.
-Gregor Hanson (65)
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>>From: Leona "Mari" Eckert Leahy (65)
Reading all the entries about making money as
paper delivery persons brings to my mind the way I
earned a few extra dollars this time of year. For
several years my Dad would send away for packaged
flower and vegetable seeds. We would fill a shoe
box with these packages and then go door to door
selling them. What a lovely time that was... didn't
worry about our safety back in those days. Being
spring, most of the people we sold to were excited
about getting their flower beds started and their
vegetable gardens. Richlanders were great
customers.
Regarding Bill Didway's (66) defense of Denny's
Restaurants: Denny's has always been a happy place
to spot on trips because of their continuity from
place to place, but have to admit, the service in
some, sucks. The only "blame" I can attribute to
Denny's itself is the fact that they would allow
such sluggish service. I agree though, with all
Bill had to say about the consistency of the
menu's.
June is just around the corner. Hoping to see
many of you, then.
-Leona "Mari" Eckert Leahy (65)
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>>From: Andee Creighton Mansfield (67)
To Bill Didway (66):
Senior Citizen?!? at 52? Is this a Denny's
thing? I confess to being somewhat "Denny's
illiterate" (don't even think about it, Mike
Davis), but I thought I was still a few years shy
of the discounts.
-Andee Creighton Mansfield (67)
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>>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
RE: Gary O'Rourke
Gary was a few years ahead of me in school, so I
didn't really know him. But I believe everyone who
went to RHS in the mid to late 60's knew OF him, at
least. Does anyone know what ever happened to him?
He was an urban legend (if you can call Richland
"urban"!) before the term was invented, I believe.
Two stories I remember about him are as follows --
and please, if anyone knows if they're true, let me
know. (I've been telling them to my sons for years,
much to their delight!).
First, there was the infamous ride on his
motorcycle (quite the novelty for a high school kid
in the 60's) through Mac Hall. I always wondered
how he got the bike through the door, since there
were posts in the middle of those doorways in Mac
Hall.
Second, there's the story of him diving off the
Yakima River railroad bridge THROUGH a dead cow
which was floating by.
SO TELL ME -- HAVE I BEEN LYING TO MY SONS ALL
THESE YEARS? Are these stories true? (Probably
doesn't really matter --someday when I have
grandkids, I will tell them these stories, either
way. I'd just like to know for my own self whether
they're true or not.)
Re: The Gates Family
(Parents Floyd & Ruth of Richland Little League
Fame; Kids Linnea (66), Wes (68), Tim (70) & Tina):
First, as some of you may know, the Little
League field at Jefferson (on GWWay) was named
"Floyd Gates Field" a few years ago. There's a big
sign up to that effect.
Wes and I were "steadies" beginning in the fall
of our senior year, for about 1.5 years. He and I
found one another on the internet in January, 1999,
and have been corresponding ever since. He just
told me the other day that Floyd wants to coach for
two more years, so he will have FIFTY years of
Little League coaching in. WOW!! (I am a huge
baseball fan, and the Gates family taught me
everything I needed to become one --- including how
to keep official score. Thanks for that, Ruth! It
served me well during my sons' baseball years, and
right into the present when I argue with the calls
made by professional umpires on TV and/or at Safeco
Field!)
I have made Wes aware of these sites, but will
allow him to post his own e-mail address if he
wants to. He has passed the sites info on to
Linnea. If anyone is wanting to reach him/her in
the meantime, however, you can e-mail me -- and
I'll pass the message along.
Talk to you all soon!
Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
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>>From: Steve Piippo (70)
To Mike Davis (74)
Bring back crowds to Bomber Gym: That's easy;
fastbreak basketball with lots of layins played by
creative basketball players who grew up in the
neighborhood. Open up the gyms on Saturday so the
neighborhood kids can play. Maybe those packed
Bomber gyms are a testament to the 'coach' -
coaches and players of that era. How lucky we were.
-Steve Piippo (70)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)
To Greg Alley (73):
Of course I was in those big crowds at Dawald
Gym. But, little did the community know that in the
late 60's the real basketball show was across Swift
Blvd. in the small confines of Christ the King gym.
Where else could you witness "the game" of
Springboard Alley? Sprinting (well, jogging) down
the left wing, wide open for the twenty footer, the
Springboard would receive the ball in mid stride,
gather his feet underneath him, and actually float
up in the air to deliver a textbook jumper that
would make the twine whine!!! Pure Poetry!!!
-Mike Davis (74)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/29/00
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24 Bombers, 1 Falcon, 1 Lion, and 1 funeral notice today.
Cliff Judd (49), Norma Culverhouse (49),
Ralph Myrick (51), Marilyn Peddicord (53),
Marilyn Richey (53), Gary Lucas (57),
Loron Holden (57), Jim Russell (58),
Jane Walker (62), Carol Converse (64),
Gary Behymer (64), Linda Reining (64),
David Rivers (65), Margi May (66),
Lynne Taylor (67-KHS), Pam Ehinger (67),
Blanche Newby (71), Lu Ann Duchemin (72),
Becky Tonning (73), Greg Alley (73),
Jean Newby (74), Becky Seely (77),
Mike Lloyd (77-HHS), Dave Jones (79),
Donna St.John (79), Derek Bowls (84)
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>>From: Cliff Judd (49)
To Anna May Wann Thompson (49)
Are you still the keeper of the Directory for
the Club 40???? I got a list of address from you a
few years ago. If so, is the directory in MS Word
or something that can be an Attachment and down
loaded?? Sure would be nice to have an updated
list.
-Cliff Judd (49)
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>>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49)
Seeing Jerry Nielhold's (49) name mentioned
recently I must add my comments. What a great guy.
He was loved by many people including (I think) my
kids who knew him as a teacher in school. He was
one of my favorite people and I still miss seeing
his smiling face at the golf course where I saw him
many times with one of his sons and/or his
grandson. He almost always had a funny comment and
always a cheerful hello.
Also have to say I wonder if there will ever be
as many or as enthusiastic and loyal Bomber fans as
there were in the 70's. What fun staying all night
in the Bomber gym to get tickets for the
tournaments.
-Norma Culverhouse King (49)
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>>From: Ralph Myrick (51)
Muscles last name was Robinson. Remember his
brother. Can't remember his first name but he
played in the band. His instrument was a trumpet I
believe. He was hunk to most of the girls.
RE: Favorite teachers
6th grade, Marcus Whitman, l945. Miss Marietta.
She knew how to keep a class quiet. Just ask Bill
Tracy, Bob Clancy, Don Steel and Silvers if he was
still with us. A yard stick and a green geography
book and erasers. Boy, could she use them. She once
threw an eraser at Bill Tracy and missed hitting
Althea Swearinger in the face breaking her glasses.
I like her but she did scare me.
In high school, Helen Skogen was the one. I
believe all of us were in love with her. I liked
Mr. LePage and Mr. Jones. Mrs. Brown's class was
really hard for me. She told me that I would never
make it through college because of my ability to
use the English language.
-Ralph Myrick (51)
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>>From: Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53)
There are two teachers who come to mind that I
don't think have been mentioned. Mr. Maruka -
taught at Lewis and Clark and then later taught
latin in the H.S. and I remember Mrs. Miller from
5th grade in Lewis and Clark - she was the first to
encourage me to "take notes" and study later at
home (do homework) - little did I know she was
setting up a life time habit that helped me through
3 graduate degrees.
-Marilyn Peddicord Whitley (53)
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)
To Steve Piippo (70)
RE: Dawald Gym Basketball
The games from the late forties to into future
except now, the Richland Bombers were known for
their go-go type of basketball. Many teams tried to
play the fast break type of basketball that the
Bombers were, but not as successful as the Bombers.
Daddy Dawald type of basketball was to run, pass
and keep on running. Those teams ran without the
ball and like I said, he once told me "There never
was a basketball got down the floor faster than a
pass". I have seen the new bouncy-bouncy type of
ball that Richland played last year. I hope this
gentleman looks into the future of Richland's
teams. There has always been a way of the teams of
RHS that made them different but from what saw this
past year, you won't fill Dawald gym with the
slowed down offense of bouncing the ball forever
until finally going into a play. I wish them well,
but we were spoiled as we grew up watching the go-
go Bombers.
To Jan Bolllinger (60):
Muscles' name was Sonny Robertson and yes he had
a routine to where he went in Richland. Yes,
everybody new him and communicated with him and
watched over him. Since I worked in the field of
Developmentally Disabled persons for thirty years,
Sonny was a very fortunate person especially in the
40s and 50s in this country. He was one of the
fortunate persons with less mentally factors, but
this town and the students of RHS treated him very
well. Even today, his communication with the people
of this town gave him a higher quality of life for
that reason alone than most of these persons
receive from the communities that they live in.
Sonny's family moved to California where I'm
told he passed away some years ago.
-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Gary Lucas (57)
RE: Favorite Teachers
I thought I should get my selections in before
the time expires to submit them. As usual, I pretty
much agree with Wes Hayward (57).
I think Mrs. Buescher in plane geometry was
probably the best teacher I ever had. She taught us
how to think logically. I still use her approach in
attacking problems today. I had no better teacher
at either Washington State or Yale than she was.
Miss Skogan was also a superb teacher in
advanced algebra.
In science Mr. Henrich was an outstanding
chemistry teacher and in physics Mr. Scott was a
lot of fun.
In English I liked Mr. Barton. He went on to an
illustrious career at Washington State. When he
died a couple of years ago, the college paper gave
him an outstanding tribute.
These are my favorites, but I pretty much liked
all of my teachers. It was much later that I
realized how good the teaching staff in Richland
really was.
-Gary Lucas (57)
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>>From: Loron Holden (57)
Good Job Sandstorm!!!
One very nice thing about e-mail is that you can
quick edit articles and if they have no interest,
move on to the next one!! So many good sites have
been abandoned and shut down as a few activists
make such a stink about something that the general
purpose gets lots and everything falls apart. While
I agree that politics are better suited for certain
venues let's don't let a few ruin something that is
good for many. I really enjoy this site, even
though I live about as far away from Richland as
possible, Florida, I do enjoy the memories and the
present news from Richland, a place that I am proud
to say that I grew up in and I agree with so many,
a truly unique situation especially as far as
education is involved.
My suggestion is to ignore any statements or
issues that may offend you, move on to the next
article (delete buttons are free) and lets all sit
back and enjoy our morning issue if the Sandstorm,
much more interesting and much less depressing than
the National News!!!
-Loron Holden (57)
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>>From: Jim Russell (58)
RE: Favorite teacher
I agree with Bill Lattin (58). Mrs. Brinkman in
5th grade was the tops. Bill mentioned that he was
possibly a disruptive student and not inspired
prior to Mrs. Brinkman, and yet she reached out to
him and others. I could never be classified as a
disruptive student, and took to learning
opportunities with relish, but she inspired me
also, and I must include Mrs. Brinkman of Lewis &
Clark as a favorite and one of the better educators
throughout my 16 years of formal education.
-Jim Russell (58)
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>>From: Jane Walker (62)
RE: R2K RAFFLE
ATTENTION COL-HI/RHS ALUMNI:
The R2K Committee is looking for donations of
quality items for the Raffle. There are many
Alumni out there who are highly gifted and
talented. Use your imagination and come up with an
item that an Alumni couldn't pass up. If you are
an Alumni who owns a business... please consider
donating an item, a gift certificate, or something
that promotes your company. If you can help by
donating an item, or would like to help on the
Raffle Committee, please e-mail me.
-Jane Walker (62)
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>>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64)
To Bill Didway (66)
Thanks for the little diddy on Denny's. I feel
the same way about Shari's. We always stop at a
Shari's whenever we see one, although, I'm not sure
if they have any back east or not. I have to concur
about that "Senior Citizen" bit. No no no, you
aren't one for a few years.
Sorry.
-Carol Converse Maurer (64)
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>>From Gary Behymer (64)
Remember those 'all-nighters' playing RISK? Rule
the world? Well, take over one of the following web
sites and rule the year! Yep... it would be nice if
class members from the following years would take
over that years site (;-)
The following sites administered by 'old' Gary are
available for the asking. Heck, we'll even help you
get started.
Class Year 1967
Class Year 1972, 1973, 1974 (Any of them!)
Class Year 1975, 1976, 1977, 1978 & 1979 (Any of them!)
Class Year 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988
After the initial set up, very little time has to be put
into the site.
-Gary Behymer (64)
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>>From: Linda Reining (64)
To Anna Durbin (69):
You asked about hair-do's, fashions, etc., from
the early 60's --- am not sure if these are what
you had in mind, but I remember: "beehive" hair-do;
"bubble" hair-do; "pill-box" purses; "sharkskin"
skirts (cannot remember why they were called that -
-- only remember they were white and a "must-have"
--- we wore them at Carmichael in 9th grade -----
some kind of "uniform" for selling refreshments at
the basketball games, I think --- hate having
"brain-fade"); and cinnamon colored nylons
(pantyhose were not around then). Am not sure this
is what you had in mind, but maybe others will
contribute with "better" memories.
-Linda Reining (64)
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>>From: David Rivers (65)
RE: Another year
Can it be another year has gone by? Imagine, the
joy of it all. Just 53 short years ago, two
families were looking down at two new-borns and
soon to be Bombers. I can see it all now. There
they were, Mr. and Mrs. Crow, trying to figure out
what to do with this little bundle with his goatee
and razor sharp wit... What shall we name him Mrs.
Crow asked? You mean we have to keep it... I mean
him, responded Mr. Crow... And luckily for us, the
class of 65 and all those listeners in the Seattle
area, the Crowster entered the hall of Bomber-
fame... Happy birthday to my Parents' favorite
box-boy in all of Safeway history... Gary Crow (65)!
But it didn't end there by golly, ya know.
Yumpin' Yimminy, the Johnsons were also giving
birth to their little boy, Brian Lee. Born about as
round as they come was a rolly-polly baby boy that
in between 6th and 7th grade would be tall enough
to look the basket square in the eye. The stories
of BJ (Brian Johnson (65)), trying to cope with his
new height are legendary to our class... there was
the time that he tangled with the clothesline pole
and split his head... there was the time he tried
to ice-skate and split his head... But he will
always be the guy we held in reverence for being
able to look old enough to drive (and see over the
steering wheel) when we would "borrow" Terry Davis'
(65) Dad's car. No one in the class (at least at
that age) could pull it off better......
So here's a happy birthday to Bomberdom's
greatest architect and DJ... Brian Johnson and Gary
Crow!
PS, I just talked to Davis (65) and he says he has
a cool audition tomorrow and to say Hi and HB, too!
-David Rivers (65)
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>>From: Margi May Legowik (66)
To Cathy Fullmer Tusler (66)
As you lamented, "Poor Mr. Gentle!" I vaguely
recall the Playboy episode but I have another one.
That poor guy was such an easy target! It was
common knowledge (at least it was common rumor)
that he had suffered shell shock in the service in
WWII. Another one of the naughty Davids in our
class (this one was Sonderland, I believe) would
snap a penny between his fingers and make it fly
into the concentric circle air vent in Mr. Gentle's
first floor class in Mac Hall. The penny would then
go into action banging like gunfire in the blades
of the fan! Seems to me our poor teacher ducked
under his desk the first time, but just left the
class room with a morsel of dignity at the times
after that.
Isn't it funny that so many of us were together
for these day-after-day events and our memories
focus on separate episodes? I confess to selective
hearing and selective memory, too!
-Margi May Legowik (66)
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>>From: Lynne Taylor (67-KHS)
RE: Hanford History
To Gregor Hanson (65):
Interesting reading, your last entry regarding
the declassification of the early Hanford photos. I
would enjoy seeing them. There is so much we
weren't allow to talk about then, let alone see.
Will we hear more about them?
There is an interesting book written by Paul
Loeb, "Nuclear Culture - Living & Working in the
World's Largest Atomic Complex". It tells of the
formation of the the area in which we grew up; the
arrival of the many diverse families from all over
the United States. Coming to the new area, with
hopes of making $ and aiding in the war effort. It
talks of the efforts to make the barren desert
livable by planting sycamore and birch trees, and
how they had to reseed the manicured lawns each
time the termination winds blew dust covering them.
Aside from that, it goes into detail about the
organizations created for the families -- social,
religious, and educational. It's not so much about
what went on inside Hanford, but more about the
cultural birth of the towns. If you grew up in the
Tri-Cities, I highly recommend this book for
community background and entertainment.
-Lynne Taylor (67-KHS)
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (67)
RE: HELP!!
Dear Bombers in Richland,
I need your help! The Cob Webs have taken over
my Brain!! I've missed placed the paper that had
the name of the Motel and Phone number on it. What
I can remember is something Day off or on Lee Blvd.
If there is someone out there that has any idea
what I'm talking about, please help me!! Damn I
hate when this happens!!
One other thing my husband Jerry is going in for
back surgery this Wed. 3/29/00 we could use some
extra prayers. Thank You.
Bomber's Cheers,
-Pam Ehinger (67)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Blanche Newby Rue (71)
Date: Tue Mar 28 19:38:30 2000
My sister Randi (70) sent me this site and I
just love it. Have found people I haven't seen in
YEARS and am enjoying looking back on the good old
days in Richland! Hope to see more, and hey, I
didn't graduate with my class of 71 but would like
to be put on the list anyway, is that possible?
Thanks for a great site!
-Blanch Newby Rue (71)
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>>From: Lu Ann Duchemin (72)
Hi
This is in response to John Campbell [72?]. Sorry
about the spelling of your last name. Anyway, I
found this site about 6 months ago and I like
reading about what has happened over the years. I
really don't respond to anyone or add my stories
because I don't think they are very interesting. I
did want you to know that I do remember you at CK -
I think. You must have been real quiet and a bit
shy. Back in CK days I was going by Lu Ann
Duchemin. We lived across the street form the
school. I now live in Seattle and just love it.
Well, I hope this is the right John C. I remember,
but if not it was nice to think there was a
familiar link to Richland.
Thanks,
-Lu Ann Duchemin (72)
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>>From: Becky Tonning Downey (73)
RE: Brad Upton (74)
I just wanted to write in and say I'm not only
proud to be a "Mighty Bomber" but now I can say I'm
among you have already seen Brad Upton in action!!!
To say the least, he truly is a talented
comedian, but more than that he is just a wonderful
person! I took 6 of my friends to see him at
Harvey's Club in downtown Portland and we laughed
so hard our cheeks did hurt for two days!!
Thanks, Brad, for a great evening and good luck
with your circuit!! I'm still amazed at how small of
a world it is and that you live so close to my
sister and use my niece as a babysitter!! :)
Good luck in the running and slow down
sometimes... you'll never get to smell the roses!!!
Hee!!
Sincerely,
-Becky Tonning Downey (73)
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>>From: Greg Alley (73)
To Steve Piippo (70) and Mike Davis (74)
Even though my life long dream of being a Bomber
basketball player never came to pass, I still hope
for a more exciting brand of hoops. The new coach
has an old school style and that has a chance of
winning I think most would prefer the fast break
style. I did attend his first attempt at a alumni
game. It was the night of the huskies bowl game and
there was no one in the gym. Maybe 200 people tops.
Jeremy Eaton of the Zags fame and some of the
recent grads played but no one was there to witness
it. Those days at Toivo's gym on Saturdays and
hoping to be a Bomber were great memories. I know
we all know the unknown legend of Mike Davis. The
legends of the New York playgrounds can never top
the Davis court exploits of one Larry legend, or is
it the magic man, no its just Boo Boo Davis.
Please, just one more comeback. Maybe fast break,
excuse me slow break, 5 foot and under.
-Greg Alley (73)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Jean Newby Lazzari (74)
Date: Tue Mar 28 16:59:52 2000
This site is great and hope to catch people I
went to school with.
I would have graduated in 1974, but dropped out
of school to get married. I did go back to school
in 1983 and graduated in 1984 with my kids watching
me get my diploma. It was great. I hope if any of
you I know sees this you will e-mail me for a long
lost chat.
-Jean Newby Lazzari (74)
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>>From: Becky Seely Collins (77)
RE: Gary O'Rourke
Gary still lives in Richland. I don't know if
those stories about him are true, but it certainly
sounds like him. Actually, the motorcycle story
rings a bell, I think I may have heard that one at
one time or another, and I'm from the class of '77!
Gary can sometimes be found hanging out at the
Texaco on the corner of Jadwin and Williams. It
used to be Curly's Shell station. I ran into him a
couple of years ago chatting with the mechanics
there while I stopped to fill up. Nice guy.
-Becky Seely Collins (77)
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>>From: Mike Lloyd (77-HHS)
For those of you basketball fans who watched the
Florida/Oklahoma State East Regional Final on
Sunday, you should have recognized one of your own
out on the basketball court. No, he wasn't playing
for either team, he was one of the men in stripes,
Dick Cartmell (73). Getting that prestigious
assignment is a great accomplishment and is a
statement that he is regarded as one of the top 12
NCAA Men's basketball officials in the nation.
As a fellow basketball official, I would like to
wish him the sincerest congratulations on reaching
that level. Hope to see you on TV next weekend.
-Mike Lloyd (77-HHS)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Dave Jones (79)
Date: Tue Mar 28 19:10:18 2000
'79 Bombers
What a great reunion! Would like to know who is
going this year. Drop me a line if you plan on
visiting Reno or Salt Lake City.
-Dave Jones (79)
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>>From: Donna St.John Rodewald (79)
To Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68):
I've heard of the "diving through the dead cow"
story too. Is it another "urban legend"? And I
believe I did hear of someone riding a motorcycle
through Mac Hall. My brothers (Dick '65, Ron '67,
Pat '72) may have told me those stories, way back
when. We all share so many memories, whether they
are our memories or not!
To all my research paper helpers:
Thanks so much to all who responded to my
request for info. about Nuclear Energy. My son is
so thrilled to see that there are so many "experts"
out there! And the web sites! We'll be making a
trip to the Tri-Cities as soon as my folks return
from the south. Thank you all.
-Donna St.John Rodewald (79)
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>>From: Derek Bowls (84)
I wonder if there are any alumni out there who
were athletes on the legendary state cross country
teams of 1970-1974? I need to know if there was one
of those years that you wore plain white singlets,
so your opponents didn't know who you were. Please
reply at your convenience.
-Derek Bowls (84)
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Funeral notice received from Tom Matthews (57)
and scanned by Shirley Collings Haskins (66):
Richard J. "Dick" Bresina, Class of 1957 ~ 5/2/39 - 1/4/00
http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/30/00
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13 Bombers and 1 Bomber spouse today.
Anna May Wann (49), Doreen Hallenbeck (51),
Ralph Myrick (51), Dick Epler (52),
Curt Donahue (53), Dennis Barr (58),
Margi May (66), Peg Kestell (67),
Steve Edwards (68), Spouse of Darwin Perkins (69),
Shirley Moore (70), Steve Piippo (70),
Greg Alley (73), Dave Trent (75)
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F-HOUSE ORNAMENTS HAVE ARRIVED.
Ornaments are $5 ($6 if mailed). All proceeds go
to the building/furnishing fund for the new Richland
Community Center. For order form, or more
information about this and other alphabet-house
ornaments:
Ornament Order Form
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>>From: Anna May Wann Thompson (49)
To Cliff Judd (49):
No I do not keep the addresses any more, that
wonderful job was taken over by Lola Yale (Bob's
wife) when club 40 bought a computer. Her E-mail
address is [deleted for privacy]. Also for any of the
others out there who have change of addresses, etc.
be sure and let Lola know so her file is current.
This is not an easy job - especially the way all of
you oldsters keep moving.
I guess this is known as "footloose and fancy
free". Anyway she is doing a great job and I'm sure
she will send it to you.
-Anna May Wann Thompson (49)
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>>From: Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51)
RE: '51 memory
IF memory serves me (and quite often these days
it doesn't) Sonny Robertson's brother was Bob, and I
seem to recall his parents having shetland ponies
that folks could ride down at their farm house along
the Yakima River in south Richland. This was in
about 1944 or 45, and it really wasn't too far from
where we lived on Davenport Street. Anyone else
recall the shetlands?
-Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51)
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>>From: Ralph Myrick (51)
When some of you were kids, in body, and was a
good customer at Diettrich's market and the
intersection of Duportail and Wright Ave., you
probably knew my mother, Ola Myrick, and one other
employee named Joe Mensinger. In today's [29th]
paper, I read that Joe had passed away. I worked
with him at Diettrich's and, to say the least, we
had a good time. Joe was always teasing someone.
Once he hung my mother on a meat hook. Pat Daniels
was also the butt of many of his pranks. Everyone
liked Joe, especially my Mom.
-Ralph Myrick (51)
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>>From: Dick Epler (52)
RE: Favorite Teachers
As long as someone's keeping track, I should
probably cast my vote for favorite teachers.
A high school teacher I haven't seen mentioned
before is Charles Shank who taught Plane Geometry in
1951. For all the reasons given by Gary Lucus (57)
for liking the way Mrs. Buescher taught plane
geometry (logical thinking) I liked Charles Shank.
But it was more than that. Mr. Shank had a real love
for his students that went beyond the classroom.
Before he had heart problems, he would invite his
students to go on field trips to correlate what they
learned in the classroom with nature. This concept
of OJT (On the Job Training) has stayed with me
throughout my life and has been an invaluable tool
for grounding the principles of “logical thinking.”
It's always nice when you can provide a check for
abstract reasoning by deducing various aspects of
the physical world that can then be verified.
Along with Mr. Shank, my favorites were Walter
LePage (Physics), Helen Skogen (Algebra), and Naomi
Buescher (Solid Geometry and Trigonometry). And like
Ralph Myrick (51), I also had Gifford Jones for
Chemistry. In fact, I think Ralph and I were in some
of these same classes together.
-Dick Epler (52)
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>>From: Curt Donahue (53)
RE: Favorite Teacher
My favorite teacher at Lewis & Clark has to be
Bressler and in High School it is Skogen.
I remember "Muscles" very well and Marilyn
Ritchie (53) is right. He did have a quality of life
that was unique at that time, because so many cared
for him.
Who remembers the Saint Bernard that roamed the
streets of Richland? He was everyone's friend. I
don't know who, if anyone, he belonged to.
-Curt Donahue (53)
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>>From: Dennis Barr (58)
RE: PEA HARVEST!!
Summers in Richland? I really don't remember much
about them, because my summer time between sophomore
and senior years were spent in Walla Walla. Many of
the late 50's Bombers moved to Walla Walla during
the summer and landed our first "real" jobs. I can
remember that first interview like it was yesterday.
We made such pests of ourselves that the manager
looked at the three of us and said, "I've stepped
over and around you guys long enough. You and you
and you follow me", and into the wage earning class
we went. The pay was very good, but the hours were
terrible and we were wet and hot our whole shift. It
was a big adventure, but somewhat scary too. It was
the first taste of being out side of our parents
control. At 16 we negotiated our first rent
agreements and shopped for our own food (those of us
that could cook). We were on our own. The funny
thing was, we were so tired that most of the time we
slept and ate and worked with little time for
trouble. We were on our own except like most "guys",
we would make a trip home to Mom for some real food
and to get our clothes washed. Thank God for mothers!!
I remember one wonderful night when big John
Meyers (58) and I decided to take in a dance at the
Wa-Hi teen center. It was our night out on the town,
with fresh clothes and our "Blue suede shoes" we
were ready to go. We were enjoying the scenery of
some new girls, when a group of them walked over and
asked John.... "Where did you get those purple suede
shoes??" I had never seen him at a loss for words,
but this was a first. The girls all laughed and
laughed, and it broke the ice for us and we had a
great time. John (at 6'6") had lots of trouble
finding shoes that the rest of the classmates wore,
so purple it was. I teased him from then on to be
sure and wear his "ice breakers" when we took on
Walla Walla. There were some great memories of
growing up during the Pea Harvest!!
One of the biggest pay backs for working in the
Pea's?? The wonderful windfall called Tax Return!!
The big thing in those days: State Basketball in
Seattle. All over school was heard... have you got
your income tax back yet? This was our ticket to
state and a chance for the football and track guys
to join with the rest of the school to cheer on our
"state basketball team" 1958 champs.... This made
the long hours in the Pea's well worth the
effort.... What a time to live in...
Go Bombers..........
To Marilyn Richey (53)
Yes those were wonderful years of fast break
basketball. Like you, I wish our today's teams the
best of luck, but without "fast break" it won't be
the same...
-Dennis Barr (58)
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>>From: Margi May Legowik (66)
My sister, Evie May Coscia (76-Hanford) sent me
the cutest website that might be a lot of fun for
the R2K planners -- or anyone else in a nostalgic
moment, looking for anything from Abba Zabba candy
to Zagnut bars.
It is http://www.hometownfavorites.com. I
especially liked the candy section, thinking of many
a happy afternoon at the Densow Drugstore candy
counter. Only one I miss is the dark chocolate 7-Up
bar!
Yum!
-Margi May Legowik (66)
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>>From: Peg Kestell Hume (67)
RE: Senior Moment
To Pam Ehinger (67)
Several months ago you wrote and said that you
were staying at Days Inn and that you were arriving
on Thursday. Hope this helps you get to the reunion
on time. Didn't realize that Jerry was having
surgery. Hope it's not something serious and that he
recovers quickly as we all want to see your VW bus
at the Cool Summer Nights event this summer.
I keep hearing stories about Gary O'Rourke and
that he still lives in Richland. I have nothing but
fond memories of Gary...... his yellow '67 Corvette
(" '67...... I'm in heaven"..... used to be one of
his favorite sayings as he snuffed the rest of the
cars in town!) He even let me drive it once, around
the block one time. I specifically remember a
"Spodie Baggodie" (sp?) party out on one of the
islands one nite. Lots of cheap red wine, vodka and
a whole lot of 86'd fruit that the guys all salvaged
from the garbage dumpsters behind the grocery
stores, and a new garbage can for mixing everything
in. A real lethal combination....... I can remember
hitching a ride out to the island on somebody's
boat....... can't quite remember how I got
back...... seems someone tried to get Gary to water
ski and the boat started to sink. If you live in
Richland and know the whereabouts of Gary, would you
pleeeeaase call him up and give him the info about
the reunion and beg him to come? It's been over 25
years since I've seen him and I feel that this
reunion would be incomplete without his attendance.
What a neat guy!
-Peg Kestell Hume (67)
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>>From: Steve Edwards (68)
To Boo Boo and the "Boog"
I was there, in the beginning, when the legend of
Boog was just beginning to blossom. I just want to
tell you, it wasn't all hype... the boy could play a
little hoops! I was a rookie coach at CK with a
"hot" group of young race horses... We had Randy
Rice as the Point Guard (the original "energizer
bunny") he could run all day and was usually the
only one on his end of the court when he would
score... in some circles that is called cherry
picking. Our big guys (or our taller guys, they were
only 8th graders after all) were John Sams and Dan
Dykes, both dominators for that age group. Then the
two shooters a lefty and a righty, Danny Danhauer
(probably spelled that wrong) and Dick Cartmell
(73). Really a great team for Jr. High - but not a
good team to be a sub on! Enter the Boog; I thought
he ought to fit the lean and mean look...
fortunately he knew better. A "baby Barkley" before
there was a Charles Barkley, able to rain 3 pointers
before there was a three point line. I think that
team only lost one game (23-1) and used to regularly
score 60 + points a game (in 8 min. quarters!) We
would pull the starters and Boog would go in score
another 15-18 points! The other coaches were always
complaining about "running up the score".
The only real drawback I can remember were the
uniforms. Styles in those days didn't really flatter
the Boog (being larger than life as he was). Al
Yencopal purchased those uniforms himself in the
late 50's and I'm sure CK players were still using
them in the 70's.
I didn't get to see Boog play after 8th grade,
but it sounds like he must have just gotten
stronger. I've heard things like "jump shot" and
"rebound" and as I recall (correct me here if my
memory fails, Greg) your jump shot meant your heels
came off the floor?! Anyway, Mr. Alley, hope to see
you in June -You can get even with me then!
-Steve Edwards (68)
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>>From: Karen Perkins - spouse of Darwin Perkins (69)
My husband is Darwin Perkins and graduated in 69.
We have been living in Richland for over 10 years
and our 4 sons were all Bombers! He works for a
company out of San Francisco that last fall had him
in Kuwait. At the present time he works in LA during
the week and flies home each weekend. He's a computer
analyst... and I know that he doesn't have computers
lie back, listen to their problems and then analyze
them :)
Darwin is the oldest of 11 kids who were all
Bombers also. I think his sister Kathy graduated in
71. She has been very successful in running her own
pattern business... called Gooseberry Hill. She has
recently been diagnosed with breast cancer and is
undergoing treatment. Any of you who remember her...
please include her in your prayers. She is one of
the sweetest, kindest and most giving people I have
ever known.
Thank you all...
-Karen Perkins - spouse of Darwin Perkins (69)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Shirley Moore (70)
Date: Wed Mar 29 20:42:52 2000
Alumni Sandstorm & Bomber Website
Great idea & great site! Thanks to whoever takes
credit........
-Shirley Moore (70)
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>>From: Steve Piippo (70)
To Mike Davis (74)
I remember great days as a Lutheran hoop player
playing the Mormons Ward #3, I think. Phil Jones
(69), Carlisle and other guys had a good Mormon team
and we were Bomber rejects as Lutherans. Pat Maki,
Jack Ham, Keith Jeck, Dick Lee, Gates, a guy I see
at all the Bomber games, a couple others I can't
remember coached by the legendary Floyd Gates. We
played games in the Mormon church and Spalding.
Highlight was a small trophy. I also remember a big
strong senior football player named Hodson who
elbowed me in the temple knocking me out. It still
hurts. The Catholics were tough.
-Steve Piippo (70)
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>>From: Greg Alley (73)
To Mike Lloyd (77-HHS):
Yes, that was the famous Dick Cartmell. He was a
fellow Christ the King graduate and '73 Col Hi
graduate. He has made the big time and the dreams of
making it somehow to the NBA or such is realized in
his graduation to NCAA hoops stardom. He has said
you need to be 50 or 60 to get an assignment to a
regional or final 4 but has prevailed in his ability
to get there. I hope he gets a final 4 in his near
future. Bomber hoops live on.
-Greg Alley (73)
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>>From: -Dave Trent (75)
To Derek Bowles (84):
I wasn't one of them, but I went to RHS from 73-
75. They did revert to white one year to surprise
the opposition (and it worked). The four year streak
is one of the great ones in Washington history! Jim
Rice (75) was one of those fine harriers and is a
regular contributor to the Sandstorm. I'm sure
you'll hear from him as well. RHS was probably one
of the few Cross Country teams in the state that
actually had fans at the races!
Mike Lloyd (HHS-77):
Great to hear about Dick Cartmell (73). He was one
of the upperclassmen I liked to watch run the floor
at RHS. I'm not a basketball fan anymore, but I
truly enjoyed being one of the fans in the glory
years. Too bad we no longer fill the gym. It was a
sight to behold.
I recently shared the photo someone kindly
scanned a month or so ago with some co workers.
They wouldn't have believed it if they hadn't seen
it. Out here (Philadelphia), not even the public
league playoffs get as much attention as one of our
conference games did. We sure had it great!
I've been away almost since graduation. Most of
my time has been in the East. For those of you who
stayed near the Tri-Cities, count your blessings!
It's the best part of America by far!
-Dave Trent (75)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 3/31/00
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13 Bombers and 1 Falcon today.
Gus Keeney (57), Paula Beardsley (62),
George Valdez (63), Linda Belliston (63),
Kathie Roe (64), Patty de la Bretonne (65),
Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68), Phil Jones (69),
Rick Polk (70), Geoff Rothwell (71),
Llorene Myers (72), Mike Lloyd (77-HHS),
Sonny (Tony) Parker (81), Garrett Craddock (84),
Carianne Siemens (94)
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>>From: Gus Keeney (57)
To Dennis Barr (58):
I remember that year at the Peas.
John Kennedy (57) and I were working at Walla
Walla Canning Co. Then John and I went to work in
the Wheat Harvest driving wheat dump trucks. We
would take the wheat to the silo in town for
storage. I am having a senior moment and can't
remember the name of the small town above Pasco. I
do remember the Rancher's name that we worked for.
Bill Allert. He and his wife were really great folks.
After the Harvest John and I took a trip in his
1950 Dodge to White Fish, Montana where he had
relatives. It was my first trip to Montana and a
great one. John may be able to clean up some of the
details.
Anyway, thanks again Dennis for dredging up those memories.
-Gus Keeney (57)
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>>From: Paula Beardsley Glenn (62)
RE: Another R2K idea
Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) asked me to look into the
possibility of having "homecoming" mums available
for the reunion. After checking with Barronelle
Metcalf Stutzman (62), owner of Arlene's Flowers, we
suggest a yellow silk standard mum (about 6"
across) with the green "R" (made from a pipe cleaner
attached in the middle of the mum) and green and
gold ribbons w/a small (1/2 inch) plastic basketball
attached to the end of one of the ribbons just like
we used to wear to homecoming games. We can do them
for $8.95 + tax - total $9.68 but they would need to
be preordered (Payment upon pickup) so we could have
them ready for pick up that weekend at the
registration area. I think it would be a nice
keepsake of the weekend. Being silk instead of
fresh, they will last the whole weekend. If you are
interested in placing an order, e-mail me at
Also, we will have tickets for the Cool Desert
Night street dances at Howard Amon (Riverside Park
to the oldies) for sale at the registration desk on
Friday and Saturday. If you purchase your tickets at
the R2K registration area when you pick up your
packet, $1.00 of the purchase price will be returned
to the committee to distribute to the school.
(Presale not available at this time) This will
benefit the school and you won't have to stand in
line at the dance to purchase your tickets. The last
couple of years, the lines have been long so I
recommend that you take advantage of this
opportunity. The Friday night street dance with "Men
in the Making" will be $5.00 and the Saturday night
dance with the "Kingsmen" will be $10.00. The dance
both nights begin at 9:00 (gate opens at 7:45) and
Saturday night will include viewing for the
fireworks show over the river. There will be food
vendors and a beer garden for your enjoyment.
Limited seating is available so bring your chairs or
blankets.
I do have a few registration forms if you are
interested in participating in Cool Desert Nights
Car show and cruises. Cost is $40.00 before June 1
and includes tickets for both street dances,
cruises, Show N-Shine all day Saturday, slow drags,
poker walk and run, Saturday breakfast and dinner.
Send me a snail mail address and I will get it off to
you asap.
For those of you still interested in Dad's book,
"Long Road to Self Government" There will be a
limited number available at the R2K Registration
Desk. Cost will be $15.00.
-Paula Beardsley Glenn (62)
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>>From: George Valdez (63)
To Ralph Myrick (51)
Thanks for sparking the memory of Diettrich's
market. I remember the crowded aisles and the
shelves that seemed to stretch all the way to the
ceiling. Well, to a small boy looking to buy a
handful of penny candy they seemed that tall. Yes I
knew your Mom. I always thought "what a different
name" (Ola). I don't believe I've ever heard the
name since. Sorry to hear about Joe Mensinger. I
vaguely recall him, and I'm sure that he probably
checked out some of the penny candy I bought, since
Deittrich's was "my store" and I didn't buy my penny
candy anyplace else. Well that's partly due to the
fact that I only lived about two blocks from there.
Take care.
-George Valdez (63)
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>>From: Linda Belliston Boehning (63)
The R2K Reunion meeting has been canceled on
Monday, April 3rd due to Spring Vacation and the
school being closed. We rescheduled it to Monday,
April 10th at 7:00 in the Home EC Room. We have lots
of new information and ideas to share.
To Committee Chairmen:
If you can't make the meeting, please send a
report on your Committee to Kathy Hoff Conrad (64)
or to me.
I talked to the "Red Lion Hotel", (The old Desert
Inn) yesterday, and they have had a few
cancellations and now have a few rooms available
Reunion Week-end. The number to call is 509-946-7611.
Golf Tee times are filling up fast. If interested,
e-mail Dick Boehning (63) at
A Reminder to Alumni on REGISTRATION FORMS! Have
you filled them out and sent them in yet?
-Linda Belliston Boehning (63)
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>>From: Kathie Roe Truax (64)
Well, folks, if you haven't registered for the
June 23-25 R2K reunion, you're gonna wanna do it
after you see the lineup for the alumni basketball
game. So without further ado, here they are -----
your Richland Bombers alumni basketball teams:
GREEN TEAM #1 (1957-76) Coached by Jim Castleberry
57 Norris Brown
59 Dick Nelson
60 Jim Walton
62 Bill Blankenship
63 Jim House
64 Jerry Spears
64 Steve Denler
65 Rod Brewer
67 Steve Panther
74 Bruce Wallace
75 Mike Neill
GREEN TEAM #2 (1977-1996)
77 Cameron Mitchell
78 Steve Miller
78 Rick Rose
79 Brian Kellerman
79 Mark Hoke
89 Nat Roe
92 Boyd Robertson
94 Mark Stottlemyre
GOLD TEAM #1 (1957-76) Coached by Phil Neill
58 CW Brown
59 LeeRoy Parchen
59 Bill Roe
60 Bob Frick
61 Jack Glover
63 Theartice Wallace
64 Ray Stein
64 Gary Webb
65 Brian Johnson
70 Mike Hogan
72 Bryan Coyne
72 Steve Neill
GOLD TEAM #2 (1977-96)
77 Michael Peterson
78 Blaine Marlin
79 Bob Kennedy
82 Mark Bircher
82 Bruce Robertson
90 Nate Holdren
94 Jeremy Eaton
95 Doug Schulz
96 Neal Robertson
The game will consist of five periods; the #1
guys will play two periods and then the #2 guys will
play three periods. There will be a half-time break
at the end of the first two periods.
We're still trying to recruit a few more players,
but we're very happy to have recruited all these
Richland greats. This is a once-in-a-lifetime game
you won't want to miss. See you there ....
-Kathie Roe Truax (64)
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>>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65)
To Anna Durbin,
Pill box hats! Mrs. Kennedy wore them. Bucket bag
purses. (top folded down from each side.) I had a
bubble haircut and we had just started ratting our
hair. 8th and ninth grade. White lipstick! Squash
heels? textured, patterned nylons. Panty girdles!
ugh.
-Patty de la Bretonne (65)
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>>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
RE: Muscles & Richland's Special Ed
I guess I'm coming in kind of late on the
discussion regarding Muscles. But I remember him so
well, riding his bike around in South Richland when
I was a little kid. Not only was his quality of life
terrific (remember, this was the 50's), but ours was
enhanced as well. Muscles was for most of us our
first experience with what was then called mental
retardation. (I'm not sure what is the politically
correct term is this week.) He taught so many of us
that there was nothing to be feared there, just
because he was "different" from us. Powerful message
to a lot of little kids -- am I right?
And while I'm on the subject, I grew up right
across the street from the "Special Education Wing"
of Lewis & Clark. I don't know how many of us
realize what a model program that was in the 50's.
The Kindergarten wing was right next door to the
Special Ed wing. I started Kindergarten in 1955,
when I was 4. To me, from birth, really, those kids
were just kids -- only they walked or talked or
whatever a little differently. What a blessing to
grow up with that kind of exposure, before I had the
opportunity to develop fear and prejudice against
people who are physically or mentally challenged.
Anyway, the point of this is that Richland had a
great Special Ed program in the 50's, which has
continued through the years. I know there were two
elementary schools involved back then --- Lewis &
Clark....and which one was the other one?
Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
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>>From: Phil Jones (69)
To Steve Edwards (68):
Hi Steve.
Nice to see your name and comments in the
Sandstorm. As a fellow southender, do you remember
trying to teach me to box. I think you were learning
in CYO and had an unfair advantage. I remember
taking multiple jabs to the nose before I decided I
was never going to be "a contenda". Thanks for the
boxing lesson and I still hate you for it.
To Steve Pippo (70):
There were some very good church league players
not playing high school ball, many of whom you
mentioned. Don Parsons (before our time) ended up
playing at CBC and Montana or somewhere, after
having not played for Art. Art's motion offense was
really suited to guys who could run the floor but
not the best for more lumbering post up players. I
personally didn't get along with Art at all. I had
figured I would be a point guard like my idol Ray
Stein (64). I quit my junior year during tryouts and
hooked up with the Mormon team with Mike Swallow,
Chuck Smith, Doug Carlisle and others. We were
successful enough to make what was than called "The
All-Church" Mormon tournament in Salt Lake City two
years in a row. (I fell in love with Salt Lake by
the way and eventually moved there) We lost to the
eventual champions and finished 5th in '69. I must
admit that our success did evoke some sense of
revenge for me as the '69 Bomber team didn't make it
out of Districts. Art is a legend, but he didn't do
much for me. I did however have a great time playing
church hoops.
-Phil Jones (69)
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>>From: Rick Polk (70)
To Steve Piippo (70)
Hey Steve,
I too remember the legendary "Richland Church
Basketball League" and the games at the old Spalding
Gym. As a "Bomber reject" myself, I remember well
those games at that gym. It was during my Senior
year that I suffered a potentially career ending (ha
ha) injury, when I had a complete ligament tear in
my right ankle. I was sidelined for 6 weeks.
Let's also not forget those great Richland
Baptist Church (RBC) teams of the late 60's:
Duke (David) Mitchell (69), Steve Carrigan (70),
Jim Shelton and me (of course) :-)
I had a lot of fun in those games...... would
rather have been a Bomber, but Mr. Dawald felt I was
too short for his teams. :-(
Anyway, thanks for jogging those memories.
-Rick Polk (70)
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>>From: Geoff Rothwell (71)
To Lynne Taylor (67-KHS)
RE: Paul Loeb's book
The problem I had with Loeb's book is that it's
great on the early history to the early 1960s and
it's great on the WPPSS construction era in the late
1970s, but there isn't much in between. I moved to
Richland in 1963 and graduated in 1971, so it didn't
cover the period I lived there, but gave me a good
idea of before and after. Someone needs to fill in
the sociological history that Loeb missed and update
it after the early 1980s.
By the way, the complete citation for the book is
Paul Loeb, "Nuclear Culture: Living and Working in
the World's Largest Atomic Complex" (New Society
Publishers, 1986).
New Society Publishers was at 4722 Baltimore
Avenue, Philadelphia, PA 19143 when the book was
published. Unfortunately, according to Amazon.com,
it is out of print.
Does anyone know where it can be found?
-Geoff Rothwell (71)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Llorene Myers Bezanson (72)
Date: Thu Mar 30 18:09:19 2000
Yesterday was the first time I saw the site. Only
knew about Kennewick's "all class" reunion recently.
Been out of the loop a bit. I remember being able to
vote as a teen for the first time and when the
basketball team won State. The last time was class
of '58... and boy, were WE proud! I went with my
girlfriends and painted a big sign clear across the
basement of our "A" house we took along to the motel
that we plastered on the outside of the building.
Unfortunately... it didn't last long! Think the
opposing team trashed it!
-Llorene Myers Bezanson (72)
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>>From: Mike Lloyd (77-HHS)
To Greg Alley (73)
Yes, I am sure Dick Cartmell (73) is one of the
young guys out there. It is great to see some young
guys get a shot. Nice to think that at 40 something
you are still be considered young!! Personally, I
think the NCAA is a much better game than the NBA
and is certainly a heck of a lot more fun to watch.
Hope your family is doing well. How is Boots?
To Dave Trent (75)
Having just moved back to WA after 6+ years in
MD, I can certainly agree with you about HS
basketball on the East Coast. If you had 100 people
at a game, it was a huge crowd. I remember having
more fans at some youth basketball games than at HS
games! Seems like the interest would only rise
during the playoffs and even then they had smaller
crowds that a regular season game at either RHS or
HHS. Basketball in the 70's ruled Richland. I know
that the year I graduated, RHS took 2nd in AAA state
and we took 3rd in AA. Even though I wrestled in HS,
I loved going to watch the basketball games. The
atmosphere was something that will never duplicated.
And I agree with you on your other point, Dave. In
all my travels after 20 years in the USAF, I never
found a state better than WA and I am glad to be back.
-Mike Lloyd (77-HHS)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Sonny (Tony) Parker (81)
Date: Thu Mar 30 14:40:04 2000
Anyone remember the hostage crisis? Diana's
wedding? The first Space shuttle take off? John
Lennons death? Reagan being shot? Mt. St Helens? Jon
Bonham?
How about our totally kick-*** trip to State? All
of them! Passing FMG's class, Eating (free) at all
the fast-food places your friends worked at? Beer
****s, the B.B.A., Fires in art class, fires at 4
corners, Brian Jones putting cow**** on "dope
slope", and his initials burned in the compound...
If anyone was sober enough to remember something I
missed.... write me!
-Sonny (Tony) Parker (81)
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>>From: Garrett Craddock (84)
RE: F-House Ornaments
I bought one of the Ranch ("Y") house ornaments
last Xmas as a gift for my Grandmother, Carrie
Craddock, who since 1948 has lived at the corner of
Wright and Williams in what I am told was one of the
very first ranch houses ever built.
I just want to let everyone know that these
ornaments really are beautiful! They appear to be
laser cut from very thin brass, and the detail that
they are rendered in is pretty astonishing - it was
way beyond what I expected. My Grandma is so proud
of that ornament! However, they are very delicate,
and you might want to think twice about hanging them
on a tree (at least on the lower branches) -
especially if you have dogs or little kids!
Check 'em out. In my opinion, the $5 price is a
REAL bargain, and for a fine cause as well.
-Garrett Craddock (84)
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[House Ornaments website: Ornament Order Form
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:
>>From: Carianne Siemens Shuster (94)
Date: Thu Mar 30 10:26:32 2000
Just thought I would say hi. Anyone who wants to
e-mail me can.
I would also like you to e-mail me if you
remember my mom and were friends with her. Her name
is Martina Farris Lehman (72). She is going through
some things right now and I think she would love it
for her old classmates to get in touch.
Thank you.
-Carianne Siemens Shuster (94)
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February, 2000 ~ April, 2000