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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/1/00
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12 Bombers sent stuff:
Mary Triem (47), Lynn Johnson (63),
Shirley Collings (66), Melanie Dukes (67),
Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68), Ann Minor (70),
Lori Simpson (70), Penny Mitchell (71),
Mike Davis (74), Gary Little (76),
Marjo Vinther (77), Jenny Smart (87)
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>>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47) 

To:  Patty Thornberg Way (52)
    Delighted to see that you and Roy are registered
for this year's Club 40 reunion. Please take time to
say hello to my mom, as she would love to hear from
you. You can contact me through this e-mail address.

Regards,
-Mary Triem Mowery (47)
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>>From: Lynn Johnson Andrews (63)

To: Nancy Fellman Lysher (62) who asked in the
8/25/00 Sandstorm "And who is Frazier Botsford?"

    Frazier Botsford lived on McMurray and was part
of the McMurray Street Gang. See the alumni page at
http://krookmcsmile.tripod.com/McMurrayGang.html for
a photograph which includes several Botsfords, Dave
Wittenbrock (63) et al.
    In the Spring of 1960, Frazier played Peter van
Daan in the Richland Players production at the
Village Theater of the play The Diary of Anne Frank.
He played opposite Dianne Kornberg (63) who played
Anne. Dianne is a whole other topic: she is a very
well known Portland artist and photographer.
Frazier's father Ward Botsford was the producer and
technical director on the play (not to be confused
with the Ward Botsford who is/was a Star Trek
writer).
 An interesting footnote: the director of the play
was Mrs. Diana Van Wyck whose son later went on to be
a Hollywood director? producer? He is the person who
donated the three posters with actors' signatures to
the R2K raffle this Summer.
    Frazier's family moved from Richland in the
Summer of 1960, I believe. I spoke to his sister
Becky Botsford Trullinger (67) at the R2K and she
brought me up to date.

-Lynn Johnson Andrews (63)
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>>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66)

Re: BB&M partners, Glenn Buckner and Bill Meek

    As they were in life, so they were in passing.
Glenn Buckner passed away August 20 from a stroke.
Bill Meek passed away August 21 after a battle with
cancer. May God grant His healing and His peace to
Ken Meek (67) and his family.

-Shirley Collings Haskins (66)
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>>From: Melanie Dukes Heffner (67)

RE: Priest Lake
    My first trip to Priest Lake was in the summer of
1965. I went with my best friend Dianne Ingalls (67)
and her parents. We stayed at Hill's Resort in one of
the front row cabins. It was a wonderful week, with
fun memories from the dock; covering our hair with
lemon juice and sitting in the sun to lighten it,
night swimming - cold! - and best of all, the movie
on the beach. Happily that same week, my boyfriend's
family was there, some at Hill's and some in a
private cabin. To this day I will never forget the
look of the night sky with the stars so close you
felt like you should be able to touch them. Pretty
romantic walks on the beach!! That boyfriend, John
Heffner (66) and I started taking our family there in
1985. We always stay in cabin 110, except for one
year when the whole Heffner family met there to
celebrate my in-laws' 50th wedding anniversary and
stayed in side-by-side condos. We've experienced
power outages, amazing lightning storms, bears in the
resort and forest fires in the surrounding mountains.
Our grown children have such fun memories and are
asking us to keep going until they can bring their
families. We had to sub-let our cabin this year
during the second week of August due to a family
wedding in California, but we'll be back there next
year!!

-Melanie Dukes Heffner (67)
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>>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)

RE: The CAIVE
To: Dave Sherrard (71)
    I stand corrected! I do now remember that it was,
indeed, the Caive (with the "ai" in the middle). It
seems like it was Westside Church that started it.
Does anyone know when it opened (year) and when it
closed??

-Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
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>>From: Ann Minor (70)

RE: The Cave
    Back a topic or two... I vaguely remember the
Cave. I remember better the one in Kennewick, I think
next to the First Unitarian Church of Kennewick (sic)
but can't remember the name. Didn't the ghost at
middle Earth used to sit in the rocking chair and
rock, too? And then there was the wall at the bottom
of the hill and its' various paint jobs... "Time Has
Come Today"... delurk on this, Lynch! (and Jeff...)

-Ann Minor (70)
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>>From: Lori Simpson Hogan (70)

To: Dave McAdie (79)
Re: Priest Lake
    Yes, Dave, Frizzy's is still there! It has been
sold and is now just called Frizzy's but has the same
great atmosphere and yummy food. We try to eat there
at least once during our stay.
    Forgot to mention another Bomber alumni that is
up there at Luby Bay every year is Chuck Meyer (63)
and his family... he even has relatives come from as
far away as Minnesota! They are usually there the
same week as us or the week before.

See you around, Dave...
-Lori Simpson Hogan (70)
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>>From: Penny Mitchell True (71)

RE: R2K video
    I received my R2K reunion video yesterday and
really enjoyed watching it! Brought back memories of
the reunion and just being a Bomber in general.
    Now I want some of the other videos...

-Penny Mitchell True (71)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)

RE: Anybody remember this?

     On picture day in elementary school didn't the
photographer use to supply all the kids with little
black combs?
    Whelan, you ought to know this. You are good at
remembering all this #@*%!

-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Gary Little (76)

To: Kim Edgar (79)
RE: About experienced coaches
    Most the experienced coaches have long given it
up. I have been a head coach is high school for 17
years now and it is extremely tiring. So many parents
seem to think their child will be a Division 1
athlete and the coaches can't do anything to hurt
their chances. We are always harassed by parents who
know more than we seem to. It is very rare when a
parent comes to me and just says "thank you for doing
all that you do." Every year I have been fortunate to
have one or two - which is probably why I'm still at
it.
    Another thing that is changing over time is the
commitment that the kids are making. They don't seem
to care about anything but themselves and will quit
for any reason. You realize that I am generalizing a
little but I'm sure you understand. Anyway as long as
I still enjoy the athletes and I feel I am able to
help them achieve their goals I will continue to
coach.

-Gary Little (76)
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>>From: Marjo Vinther Burt (77)

Re: Priest Lake
    Speaking of Priest Lake, the entire Vinther clan
(125+) is headed there this weekend for a family
reunion at our 100 year old cabin on 8-mile island.
Perhaps some of you have seen the place - it's just
north of Cavanaugh Bay (also due south of Indian
Creek), and is open for tours 5 days a week, Memorial
Day through Labor Day. The cabin has been a summer
vacation place for my Dad's family since 1900. It's a
long confusing story, so I'll spare you all the
details, but unfortunately the cabin was located on
leased land, and in 1982 the state of Idaho (or maybe
it was Forest Service, whatever) decided that the
lease was up! Too bad, so sad for the Vinthers who
had spent every summer there for five generations! In
a desperate (not to mention brilliant) attempt at
saving the cabin from being torn down (so that the
Forest Service could replace it with their very own
ranger station), one of my relatives suggested we
pursue having the cabin entered upon the National
Register of Historic Places..... and it worked! Now
we have this really strange, yet amicable, agreement
with the Forest Service that has us acting as
caretakers of the cabin - we get to use the place
from May through September, but must make the cabin
(a small portion of it) and surrounding areas of
interest, open for tours five days a week. It's kind
of weird to have people come looking around what used
to be our private space, but we appreciate their
interest just the same - the more visitor signatures
we get in the log book, the better our argument to
keep the status quo. Most visitors are friendly and
we have a good time talking with them.
    So, next time any of you are at Priest Lake -
come look for the Vinther-Nelson cabin on 8-mile
island (Wednesday through Sunday, 10 - 3), check the
place out and SIGN THE VISITOR'S LOGBOOK please!
Whoever's there will be happy to show you around.
Tell them Paul Vinther's daughter sent you.

-Marjo Vinther Burt (77)
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>>From: Jenny Smart Page (87)

RE: Coaches
TO: Kim Edgar (79) and all other parents who are
wondering about "green" coaches)

    I think you hit on both parts of the problem, Kim
--- one the age group, and two the intensity that
some parents put on the kids and the game. This is
the third year that my husband has coached soccer for
our daughter's team (she's 7-1/2 now). Although my
husband is not new to the game of soccer (he was
playing back east before we Washingtonians had even
heard of the game), he had not coached before. But,
unlike many of the parents of players, we managed to
rearrange our schedule to accommodate the hours of
work that accompany the jobs of coach & team mom. We
have always been open to suggestions from others, but
the negative comments we receive are unbelievable at
times. One year, it got to the point to where I told
parents that if they thought they could do better at
accommodating everyone's schedules, then they were
welcome to do the job. (That shut them up for a
while). Please understand that its not easy to keep 6
or 8 or 10 little kids focused on a drill for very
long. They're more interested in just being out
playing with their friends on the field. At this
young age, the main focus is (or should be) on having
fun, and learning how to be a "team". And if the kids
pick up just a handful of points of the game during
the season (like remembering which way to run down
the field after half time, or that your team is
wearing "blue" today and not "yellow"), then it was a
success. They are just little kids.... which is the
second point -- the parents. In this day and age, the
parents are expecting their little 6 year old to be
playing like Mia Hamm or Ken Griffey Jr.. Even Mia,
at age 6, I'm sure, dribbled the ball to the wrong
end of the field during a game. And Ken was probably
distracted by the cricket in the grass a time or two
while daydreaming in the outfield, also. They're just
kids. I think as adults we all often forget that
these aren't "miniature adults" we're dealing with,
(and that's something that needs to be remembered OFF
the playing field, too).
    So, the bottom line is this: Cut the coaches some
slack -- they're doing the best they can in a
thankless job; and if you're not convinced that they
are, then VOLUNTEER to help them out. Hang out at
practice, instead of dropping the kid off and
leaving, and lend a hand, shagging balls, helping
keep the kids focused on what is happening, etc. And
remember these are just little kids. If the kid is a
"natural" at the sport, his talents will show
through, and his interest will keep him going,
regardless of his coach's experience level.

See you on the field,
-Jenny Smart Page (87)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/2/00
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21 Bombers & 1 current Warrior:
Jane Rollison (52), Kay Mitchell (52),
Marilyn Richey (53), Norma Loescher (53),
Mike Clowes (54), Roger L. Myers (55),
Kathy Graham (60), Frazier Botsford (62WB),
Helen Cross (62), Frank Whiteside (63),
Shirley Collings (66), Grant Ranlett (69),
Jeff Curtis (69), Danny Bowling (70),
Michael Figg (70), Rick Polk (70),
Lori Killand (72), Mike Davis (74),
Jim Rice (75), Judy Bunch (75),
Patti Sinclair (77), Emily Clark (07)
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REUNION 2000 BOMBER BOWL PICTURE UPDATE

    We have received the negative for the R2K Picture from our 
supplier. We will start making prints right after the Holiday 
weekend. Patience folks - I'm just certain you're going to think 
the wait was worth it.

-Burt Pierard (59)
-John Adkins (62)
Bomber Bowl Picture Committee
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>>From: Jane Rollison (52)

RE: Club 40
    For those visitors attending the Club 40 reunion
next weekend, I would like to suggest a visit to the
Columbia River Exhibition of History, Science and
Technology (CREHST) while you are here. It has
amazing photos of the war years in Hanford and
Richland, and exhibits covering the wildlife of the
area, Native American culture, geology, agricultural
history, and of course the development of the nuclear
industry. The museum is located at 95 Lee Blvd. in its
own building behind the old Rec. Hall (now called the
Community House, I believe). They have a web site at
CREHST Museum/ - Highly recommended to
visitors and of course to local residents.

-Jane Rollison (52)
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>>From: Kay Mitchell Coates (52)

To: Marjo Vinther Burt (77)
RE: 8 Mile Island - Priest Lake
    Thanks for the history of the Vinther home on 8
Mile Island. It certainly has to be the most perfect
place on the whole lake - a place introduced to me as
a teen-ager by my friend Tom Low. His parents, Jim
and Myrtle operated Jim Low's Resort across from
Chimney Rock. I always dreamed of living there, and
even today in meditations, it is my "special place"
to go and feel peace and relaxation. The last time my
husband and I stopped to visit, it was after 3 and we
were told by a nice lady (maybe you!!) that things
had changed and she explained briefly the new rules
and we had to leave. I was a bit upset that I could
not have my "serenity fix", but now, thanks to your
explanation, I am most grateful that your family was
able to save the place for all of you and for those
like me that appreciate such an awesome place.
    My family began going to Priest Lake in 1938 (or
even before) My first trip was when I was 4 years
old. I grew up with Tom Low and his sisters Mickey
and Pat as my best Priest Lake Friends. Priest was
always our summer vacation destination for at least 1
week. Most of the time we booked a cabin for 2 weeks
and it always felt like a second home. Being an only
child, I always took my friend Vera Rodda with us so
I would have company. Fifty years later we still
reminisce about the fun times we had there as teen-
agers. Low's resort rented fishing boats and motors,
the largest being a 25hp. My dad liked to rent one
and take us up through the thorofare to Upper Priest.
It was a day trip, with a picnic lunch and fishing
poles. We got caught in a big storm one year - the
waves pitching us around like a cork and had to take
shelter in a forest service cabin, waiting for the
wind to die down. On the way to shore we hit rocks
and sheared a pin on the motor - so there we were!!
We were much overdue back at the resort, so Jim Low
sent his son Tom to look for us. He was able to tow
us back to where we could get a pin for the motor
(the bobby pins that Vera had in her hair did not
work real well). That was our greatest Priest Lake
adventure.
    Richard and I began taking our children there
(Jim's had become Kiniksu Resort) and the tradition
continued until they were through their teens. We
often times ran into other Richland families staying
there, and usually Jay (73) took friends with him. We
loved to go to Canoe Point and spend the day,
relaxing and water skiing. The huckleberries grew
just off the sandy beach, and we would go home with
enough to add to the pancakes the next morning.
    It is certainly a multi-generational place - my
kids have taken their kids there. Jay even spent a
year working as Assistant Manager of Kaniksu Resort
when he was about 20 years old. He worked in a
sawmill during the winter that year and found out
just what Idaho winters were all about!! I will be
going again for a visit next week - staying with a
friend in a private cabin just around the corner from
my old friend Tom Low who is still operating a small
resort for mobile homes. Tom and I have remained best
friends all these years.
 Thanks to all of you have responded to Roxie's
request for Priest Lake memories. What a special
place it is.

-Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)

RE: KIDS in SPORTS:
To: Kim Edgar (79)
    I have been involved with sports most of my life.
My family of two brothers and myself were encouraged
by my father but not pushed. My father taught us the
basic attitude of "if you are going to play then you
give it 100% while you are playing". That was at
practice or in a game. Then it was up to us to put in
that extra + that kids have to have to successfully
become a good athlete. My father told me very young,
"play the game, but if it is not fun to put in the
time, then you should not play". I played with having
both men and woman as coaches in my years of playing
sports.
    One of my first coaches in Richland was
"Tiny" Simpson who was Dave Simpson? of a Bomber
basketball player. He was very hard on me but fair.
The biggest problem I have seen in the little league,
soccer, basketball coaches are most of them are
frustrated athletes of themselves. They are living
the game through their sons and daughters.
     I worked for Seattle Parks for several years and
the Recreation Center I was over served the West
Seattle area of 35,000 people and we had a lot of
teams playing on the fields of the park dept. During
my time overseeing that everything was ready for
their games, there was a time limit for their play.
This was because there were back to back games in the
evenings. I have had parents cuss me and my staff out
with words I can't repeat about the games, time
limit, etc. I have always said it is nice that
parents participate in their kids activities, but
most of them should stay home and then the kids
wouldn't be looking up into the stands at their
parents when they make an error and disappointed them.
The parents and coaches put to much pressure on the
kids. This is one of the reasons I have found that
a lot of kids go into something to excel than sports
which is fine. The one thing I have noticed is the
men who should coach don't and the ones that do
shouldn't. I don't think a kid should play for their
dad or mother who is coaching. When they get to high
school and their parents are coaches, they have a
choice of playing for them or not playing. I have
talked to many athletes that have said they would
have enjoyed playing sports when they were young if
dad would just have been dad there for him instead of
having to satisfy my father.
    I am now watching my nieces children in sports
and you still see the frustration on the coaches when
their kid makes a boo-boo on the field. You don't
have to tell them when they just get off the field
what they did wrong, they know they made a boo-boo.
What you want to convey is it's okay and you are trying.
 I know I will be blasted by a lot of parents and
grandparents but just stop and think how you are
portrayed to your kids out at the activities. The one
to remember that it take to learn how to lose to make
a winner. It is all a growing sequence. Keep going
and supporting your kids - but let them play the game
and give them support.

-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Norma Loescher Boswell (53)

    You're in for an unadvertised treat at the Club
40 reunion next weekend, especially if you enjoy
living history. On Saturday, Sept. 9 at 3 p.m., two
White Bluffs natives will enliven the party area at
the Shilo Inn (Richland) to talk informally about
pre-Manhattan Project days. They are Shirley Buckman,
76, and Annette Heriford, 80. These ladies are also
invited to dinner, in case you want to hear more.
Reader boards at the party will also feature photo
enlargements and prose excerpts from earlier times.
(Any of you remember crossing the Columbia River on a
ferry rather than a bridge...?)

-Norma Loescher Boswell (53)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

Re: Coaches, their care and feeding.
    I know of what I speak, having spent some time
coaching Little League players, and later
officiating. Fortunately my coaching career was while
I was on active duty. Why fortunately? The Base
Commander's son played on the team. Now these kids
were eight and nine year olds, and a step up from
Tee-Ball. They were still learning the game. My
assistants and I were resolved to have fun with the
boys, and maybe teach them some fundamentals of the
game.
   There were no Ken Griffey, Jrs or Chipper Joneses
on the team. In fact we billed ourselves as "The
Charlie Brown All Stars" which should give you an
idea of the caliber of play. And the CO's kid was
right up there with Lucy Van Pelt when it came to
playing in right field.
    We had a policy, that no matter what the score,
all the kids would get in the game. Everything went
fine until the CO's boy went on the field. Some over
zealous parent started screaming at me about putting
the boy in the game, my antecedents, and several
other dubious remarks, which I tried to ignore.
    The next day an all hands meeting was called in
the base theater, where the CO proceeded to lay down
some serious thinking with regard to conduct by
parents at ball games. One of the nicest things he
said was that all the coaches and assistants had
volunteered for the job, they were to be commended
for the work they were doing, and for everyone to
remember that we were all teachers charged with
instilling the fundamentals and love of the game. He
also said that he was aware that his son was not a
particularly ept player, and that it was important
for all the boys in his age group to get to play.
    Needless to say, there were no further comments
from the parents, and we enjoyed the remainder of the
season. We did not finish the season by going to the
world series, but we did hover around .500 ball the
whole season and had a good team party after the
game.
    Wish I could say the same about being an umpire.
I did manage to subtly get back by wearing dark sun
glasses and using a white cane when I first went
behind the plate. After that season ended, several of
the coaches thanked me personally for telling their
catchers where I thought the ball was when it crossed
the plate on all pitches. But, again, it would have
been nice to throw the occasional parent out of the
ball park instead of players or coaches.

This just in.....
    I have heard a rumor to the effect that the
Richland Denny's has a new item on their menu: Cream
of Mushroom Cloud Soup. Can anyone confirm or deny
this?

Up the Bombers
-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
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>>From: Roger L. Myers (55)

RE: Comments about coaching today.
    I agree with some of the comments made and I
disagree (mildly) with some. I coached high school
athletics for 23 years and also coached youth (non-
school) sports after that. I agree about many of the
comments about unrealistic parents. I have been
quoted as saying the only way I would ever coach
again is at an orphanage. That is not really true,
since I do enjoy watching the kids grow and mature. I
came to realize that I (as a coach) was trusted with
the care and guidance of kids that were the pride and
joy of their parents' eyes. I "forgave" many actions
of the parents when I realized they sometimes lost
their perspective since they loved their kids so
much. One thing that worked with my youth club
coaching was to assign every parent the
responsibility of sitting on the bench with me during
at least one game. I also made out a substitution
chart at the beginning of the season that listed when
every kid would play. This insured that every kid
played as a starter at some point, at the end of the
game at some point, as a substitute, etc. Kids
understood and seemed to like it. One or two
unrealistic parents wanted a more intense program, so
they pulled their kids after a year, but I found that
the kids that stayed with me enjoyed the game and
continued to play into high school and beyond.
    I do not agree that kids today are different.
They are faced with more complex problems than we
were, but they have the same concerns, same fears,
enjoy feeling good about themselves, etc. They also
are faced with many more "choices" of things to do
and have their lives structured more than we did.
Rarely today do I see a group of kids getting
together to play "pick-up" baseball. I remember
playing "over the line" a version of baseball that we
played that did not require umpires, spectators,
uniforms, safety equipment, concession stands, fund-
raisers, etc. These things are not bad, but kids
sometimes are "over-organized".
    So in summary, there are many good coaches out
there as well as good parents, and great kids that
still picture themselves as future "greats". Do not
be discouraged by the minority of parents, coaches,
etc. that are in it for the wrong reasons. Also, I
believe that we will all deal with unpleasant
situations throughout our lives. The secret is
learning how to deal with them and the best way is to
guide your child through a tough situation.
    Be a role model. I have two quotes that I shared
with parents, kids, etc.
  ~First - Parents who are fortunate in the kids they
have, have kids who are fortunate in the parents they
have.
  ~Second - The best sermon is a good example.

HAVE FUN!
-Roger L. Myers (55)
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>>From: Kathy Graham (60)

To: Southern California Bombers and Spudnut lovers.
    There is a Spudnut shop just off the 405/San
Diego Freeway located on Venice Blvd. (this is the
exit to Venice Beach and about halfway between LAX
and Santa Monica). The shop is 1/2 block west of
freeway -- easy access!

-Kathy Graham (60)
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>>From: Frazier Botsford (62)

RE: Who am I?
    WOW... I'm impressed.
    Thank you, Lynn, for that mini review of who I was
40 years ago. That's more than I can remember. Today I
am a self employed raconteur *smile*.
    My family indeed moved East in the early 60's,
but all subsequently moved back to Oregon by the
70's except moi. I live in the DC metro area where we
are used and at the whims of Representatives and
Senators sent to congress by folks like you
throughout the rest of the country. We have no vote
in congress. 
    Anyway, that's my mini rant for the day.

-Frazier Botsford (62)
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>>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62)

To: Lynn Johnson Andrews (63)
    How very interesting about Frazier having lived
in Richland. I didn't know that, not having lived in
that part of town. Thanks for sharing that part of
Richland trivia with us, and thanks for asking, Nancy
(fellow classmate of 62)!

To: Jenny Smart Page (87) and Gary Little (76)
    My hat is off to all who coach children of any
age. For whatever reasons, and probably many of the
ones you have listed, my husband and I haven't taken
on that job very often as our kids grew up. I once
wrote a letter cited many of the examples you have
mentioned, and wanted to mail it to our little
community athletics dept. where we were living at the
time, and my husband wouldn't let me send it.
    So I ,as a parent, appreciate your efforts and
will try to do my part to keep searching and getting
thoughts such as "Remember your children are in
sports to learn and socialize," in the public eye
when and where I can.

To: Marjo Vinther Burt (77)
    Priest Lake sounds very interesting. Despite
growing up in Richland, I have not been there. If I
ever get to go and see it, I will try to get to see
your cabin and sign the guest book. It seems the
least I could do.

-Helen Cross Kirk (62)
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>>From: Frank Whiteside (63)

RE: Great inspirational mentors
    After reading about so many different people in
the Sandstorm, I couldn't help thinking about some of
the many people that I knew from my days in Richland
(1945-1965). I'm not talking about friends from
school. Of course, I'll always remember them. After
spending 30 years teaching junior high, I can't help
but think about the unsung heroes who tolerated me as
a student.
    In high school I was a disaster as a student. I
don't remember ever taking a textbook home or
studying for a test. One of the few books I read was
The Mickey Mantle Story. Agriculture was my major for
my four years of high school. Little did I know that
after several years of soul searching, I would end up
being a teacher instead of a farmer. I'm sure that
some of my former teachers would chuckle if they knew
that I went on to join their ranks as a fellow
educator. In high school, Mr. Evans always had my
utmost respect and admiration. Any other Gold Medal
'63ers remember the squirt gun battles during those
hot days in English class with Morley Paul? He was a
cool teacher and a good sport to put up with our
occasional nonsense.
    There were a lot of great teachers, but one
always stood out above the others. For those who knew
him from Chief Jo, you probably know what I mean. Not
only was he a great teacher, but he was also a
superior person to me. I can't forget Mr. Verne
Harvey in 8th grade. He was the inspiration and role
model who caused my life to turn out as it did. He
devoted his life to the kids at school and eventually
lost his life in a fire serving as a Boy Scout leader
at a camp. What a terrible loss!! When I read about
him in the newspaper, I felt as if I had lost my dad.
I always wondered how he remembered my name years
later or why he even cared enough to bother to talk
to me since I was no longer his student. All I know
is that he was a special person in my life who made
me feel important. I remember reading that he had a
son. I don't know if his son became a teacher, but I
hope he turned out to be as good a man as his father.
Does anyone else remember Mr. Harvey? Although I am
now retired from teaching, I won't ever forget him or
the role that he played in my life.
    What about some of you other Bombers --- who was
that special teacher in your life?

-Frank Whiteside (63)
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>>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66)

Re: BB&M partners, Glenn Buckner and Bill Meek

    A correction is required of my August 31 entry.
Bill Meek passed away peacefully (not from cancer) at
his home in Winthrop, WA on August 21.

Peace,
-Shirley Collings Haskins (66)
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>>From: Grant Ranlett (69)

Re: The Caive and that other place
To: Ann Minor (70)
    It's time to de-lurk and come forward. The name
of the coffeehouse next to the Unitarian Church was
Grumvatz. I don't know where they came up with that
name.
    And about the slab. I remember painting "Time Has
Come Today" and "Free Huey" with Steve Lewis (69) and
Dave Alden (69).

-Grant Ranlett (69)
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>>From:  Jeff Curtis (69)

RE: Accordion

Okay, fill your coffee cup, sit back and ponder for a
moment if you will the following sonnets from days gone
by:

"I'm K-K-K-Kenny
>From K-K-K-Korten's
And I'm here to bring you comic-c-cal cartoons
I'm K-K-K-Kenny
>From K-K-K-Korten's
Join our cartoon club today
You'll enjoy it more that way
There'll be gifts for each and every one of you...."

"If you need coal or ooooooil
Call Boyle
Fairfax eight, one-five, two-one
Fairfax eight, one-five, two-one
For every heating problem
Be your furnace old or new
Just call the Boyle Fuel Company
And they'll solve them all for you
If you need coal or ooooooil
Call Boyle
Fairfax eight, one-five, two-one
Fairfax eight, one-five, two-one"

I was supposed to memorize Longfellow's "The Village
Smithy" in the third grade and Lincoln's "Gettysburg
Address" in the fifth. While I can still drum up a bit
of "Muscles in his brawny arms are strong as iron
bands..." and "Four score and twenty years ago our
fathers brought forth..." neither rolls off the tongue
with an expenditure of such minimal effort as is
required to pen the two examples of rhythmic pentameter
above. The Korten's jingle and the theme form Starlit
Stairway are apparently hardwired into my cerebral
circuits right next door to the controls for my body's
autonomic nervous system functions like respiration,
peristalsis and golf, the latter having, apparently,
been soldered to the old circuit boards with an entirely
substandard set of components - upgrade not available at
this time. Not the point, however. But as regular
readers will attest, at least with feet to the fire,
eventually I do get around to it and take care of the
business at hand. In this case, I will attempt to
connect through narrative prose the two seemingly
unrelated compositions above into a cohesive and
relevant saga, complete with tales of personal growth,
exotic travel, aspirations of greatness and the now all
too common theme of personal comeuppance. As you will
see, in the instance I will relate, the first led to the
second through a series of winds and twists not unlike a
stream roiling down a valley, wandering hither and yon,
meandering as the topology allows, eventually connecting
points A to B and happily flowing out and on, to valleys
yet untraversed. But, much like the stream analogy, I
wander a bit.... It was a bright sunny morning in the
summer of my 6th or 7th year. With jammies doffed, teeth
scrubbed and Cheerios consumed, in shorts and tee-shirt
I headed out the door to face another Tinkle Street day
full of the promise that can only be fully appreciated
by those unencumbered with the tribulations of
responsibility and schedule. A quick pan of the street
revealed the Gottschalk kids with towels and nose plugs
in hand heading out for the inhuman hazing inflicted on
the innocent by well meaning adults, the pending
suffering rationalized by the authorities in labeling
them "swimming lessons". An icy dip in the Big Pool in
the early hours of the AM under the despotic eye of
Nancy Roy stalking the sidelines with whistle and
wind breaker, was not necessarily my cup of Tang so to
speak. The Gottschalk kids' fate was apparently sealed.
I would anticipate their eventual return swathed in
terry cloth, blue-lipped and goose-pimpled, lower jaws
clacking uncontrollably and count myself among the lucky
for having paid those hypothermic dues previously. Yes,
from where I stood the day was my oyster. I was wide
open and available for any and all activities of the fun
type that may chance my way. My younger brother Mike had
preceded me in performing his start of day routine and
had been scouting the neighborhood for potential
activities of interest. He came cutting through the back
yard from the Sterling's house on Torbett, a bit up
about something or other. "You should see what Steve's
got over there!" he said with enthusiasm. Steve Sterling
(70) was our back-door neighbor and was always tinkering
with some gadget or another. Chemistry sets, erector
sets, crystal sets - he was huge on sets. Some worked,
some almost worked and some just lay there, inert and
defiant, fending off any effort Steve could muster to
breathe life into them. But whatever the state of the
current experiment, Steve was always up to something of
great interest if not importance. "Why?" I said showing
the necessary modicum of disdain for younger siblings
and anything that they considered worthy of my
attention.
    "He won it." said Mike trying to make up lost
ground.
    "Won what?" said I still feeling aloof but with
interest now piqued.
    "The accordion."
    "An accordion? He WON an accordion?"
    "Yeah, well for a couple of weeks anyway and two
weeks of free lessons."
    "How?"
    "I dunno. He said something about Korten's and Kenny
from Korten's." said Mike, realizing that he had managed
to ferret out a truly interesting diversion for the
morning. We promptly spun about rambled to the rear of
our house and rolled under the fence which separated our
respective back yards.
    Now, at this point. I feel obligated to explain that
last bit of business about "rolling under the fence".
Sometime in the late fifties or early sixties, my
parents and the Sterlings had delved into the area of
home improvement and contracted to have a slabs of
concrete poured adjacent to the back of each of their
homes with corrugated metal covers put over them and
thus, dueling patios emerged. In an effort to enhance
privacy, my dad had a erected a 6 foot, gleaming white
fence between the yards. However, in an equal effort to
promote the omnipresent good-neighbor spirit of the day,
Dad intentionally left about a foot and a half of
clearance between the bottom boards and the lawn,
providing ready access to each other's properties. That
access, however, came at a cost. It necessitated the
commuter lay prostrate on the ground parallel to the
fence and roll briskly 'neath the boards. I still can
find myself smiling at the memory of not only my own
folks but the very respectable Mr. and Mrs. Yesberger
and the aforementioned Sterling parentage and other
dignified adult neighbors diving under the fence, arms
tucked to chest, as if practicing the "drop and roll"
technique so popular among those in the know and aflame.
In order to attend one of the many back yard potlucks or
general get-togethers that dotted the summer time the
alternative, of course, was to circumnavigate the block.
Those opting for the roll-and-tumble form of ingress
decided the extra time and effort to walk the block was
not worth the modicum of dignity retained.
    Not enough payoff in that, so.... hit the dirt, spin
under (being ever vigilant for the twin land mines of
honeybees and/or dog-do) then pop up on the other side
none the worse for wear. It seems a little incredible
now but at the time it became so common no one thought
twice about it. So we found ourselves, Mike and I, just
naturally dropping down and spinning under the fence
without a second thought. We ambled around to the front
of the Sterlings' ranch house where, true to my little
brother's prattling, we came upon Steve squeezing and
squawking the bellowed instrument which was suspended
via shoulder straps on his chest. Steve wore the device
with an obvious beaming pride as if it were the
Distinguished Flying Cross (he was big into Civil Air
Patrol, too). The instrument was laden with pearloid and
chrome, ivory(ish) keys and shiny black bass buttons. He
was pulling it apart and pushing it back together again,
playing keys, pushing the bass buttons, bellows in and
out, creating the overall image of a child reveling in
the enjoyment that accompanies the discovery of a new,
very complex and interesting toy. And to Steve's
ultimate joy it rated high on the "tinkerability" chart.
Not that he was at all interested in it's disassembly,
modification and eventual reassembly. No, the darn thing
by it's very nature seemed to require a tinkerer's touch
to make it perform. Even poorly, evidently. Listening to
the din I became aware that I could do no worse and
asked Steve for a shot at the box. He grudgingly
complied and unslung the instrument from his shoulders.
I strapped on keyboard and bellows, pulling, pushing and
keying in blissful disregard of all things melodic.
    "How did you get this?" I asked, tinted with just a
very light, pastel green shade of envy.
    "I won it at Korten's.... uh...... from Kenny."
replied Steve now groping for the return of his prize.
    K-K-K-Kenny was known locally to one and all (of our
age group anyway) from his TV show and the multitudes of
cartoons that were the basis of his program. I don't
think any rational child in those days could ever get
tired of watching the plethora of animated offerings
that the television brought into our lives and Rough and
Ready, Beanie and Cecil, Fireball XL5 (hey... those guys
are PUPPETS!), Mighty Mouse and Huckleberry Hound spent
many an hour in our eager company. K-K-K-Korten's music
store sponsored the program and understood the allure
very well. Kenny was forever urging us to be the first
on our block to "join the cartoon club today". Just
exactly what the nature of the benefits in belonging to
such an organization were not immediately clear,
however, gifts were mentioned.
    "Did you join the cartoon club?" I inquired.
    "Uh huh" responded Steve a bit distracted what with
all the pushing and pulling requirements of the device
he had reclaimed.
    "Did you get a gift?"
    "I got the accordion didn't I?" offered Steve.
    "They're giving away accordions?" I replied
sarcastically, "Besides, Mike said it was only for two
weeks."
   "No, I won the accordion and two weeks of lessons
from a drawing of active MEMBERS." He said fully
realizing that he really had been, in fact, the first on
the block. "The gift I got was this humanitone."
 He pulled out an odd looking piece of purple plastic,
about four inches long and shaped, vaguely, like a
little stubby airplane. He held it up to his face with
what would have been the wing section (on an actual
airplane) over his mouth and the tail section (of the
same plane) under his nose. The two sections were curved
and angled so that they efficiently covered the adjacent
orifices and had a hole in each end. The object here, as
I soon discovered, was to push air out the nostrils into
the corresponding hole which routed it through the
connecting "fuselage" and out the hole in the mouth-
plate\wing section creating and oddly unpleasant low
whistle. Skillfully moving the tongue back and forth in
the mouth would change the pitch of the moaning whistle
and tunes could be effectively, if somewhat dismally,
performed. While never reaching the pinnacle of enduring
popularity achieved by the kazoo or it's kissin' cousin
the comb-and-wax-paper, the humanitone offered many
seconds of entertaining distraction for those lucky
enough to have had parents willing to haul them down to
Korten's to join the elite cartoon club. I doubt that
anyone's folks complained about the instrument's brief
popularity, realizing, once again too late (as with the
drum set Santa somehow managed to squeeze down the
chimney last year), that this was not a really great
idea for promoting tranquility in the domestic
environment.
    "Wanna turn?" asked Steve holding the device out in
an act of overt generosity.
    "No thanks." I didn't really have a big need to
place over my mouth a piece of plastic through which
Steve had just been blowing his nose. Besides, that
accordion thing had really grabbed my attention. I
immediately scrambled off home and located my Mother in
the kitchen. In another of life's lessons, this one
dealing with the frequent inaccuracy of first
impressions and the slippery slope to which one commits
one's self when acting upon them, the first words out of
my breathless mouth were,
"SteveSterling'sgotanaccordianandit'sreallyneat!"
    A fire instantly ignited in her eyes. Lawrence Welk
was a Sunday tradition in our household. You could
pretty much count on two things each and every Sunday,
Mass and the Lawrence Welk Show. Marlin Perkins' Wild
Kingdom, sometimes and Disneyland as often as possible
but champagne music flowed like, well, like (somewhat
unfizzy) champagne from the tube every weekend without
fail. Okay, a lot unfizzy. Lawrence, with his slicked
back curly hair and strange accent, was an icon and
Myron Floren, his accordion wielding sidekick, never
ceased to impress Mom with his razor-sharp bellows work.
The idea of having a real accordion player in the
household lit her up like a klieg light at Carnegie
Hall. I was whisked down to Korten's and did get to join
K-K-K-Kenny's legions with all the associated club
benefits - which consisted primarily of the new
humanitone I now possessed. But the visit didn't end
there. At the back of Korten's and up the stairs was a
narrow hallway lined on each side with small rooms where
music lessons were given weekly in thirty minute doses.
Little cubes of musical endeavor where many a child's
dreams of virtuosity were dashed upon the rocks of
distempo, dissonance and disillusionment. I be "dissin"
the cubes. To be fair I'm sure that a proportionate
number of kids benefited greatly from the infinite
patience of those music teachers that spent many, many
hours gently coaching the tone-deaf and rhythm
challenged. Mom introduced me that day to Mr. Fred
Grazzini, a gentle man of Italian heritage who was an
extremely talented piano and accordion player. I spent a
half hour on pretty much every Tuesday for the next five
years with Mr. Grazzini and even though my skill level
at the instrument plateaued somewhere during the first
year, he never stopped encouraging me and trying to get
me to stretch. It was quite a large plateau, possibly
equal in size to the Russian steppes. There was to be no
stretching here. You know, kids are supposed to (or at
least expected to) rush into commitments without the
proper logical preparation to do so. It's their job. If
kids didn't do such things parents all over the world
would be out of work. Children would be shopping for
themselves selecting the best brussels sprouts and
broccoli. Brushing after every meal and visiting the
dentist twice a year. Going to bed on time and getting
up early enough to make the bed before preparing a
healthy breakfast and heading out to put shoulder to
task in class. Quite a picture. Of COURSE I thought the
accordion was a fun thing! It was. For about a week.
Then it slowly became a pearly-chrome albatross sung
over my shoulders by two straps. The cost of my
impulsive response to the experience at Steve Sterling's
house was that I now found myself frequently in the
bedroom practicing such catchy ditties as "Waiting For
The Robert E. Lee" and "Little Brown Jug" while my
brothers were outside rollicking in the sun, possibly
rolling in honeybees and dog-do with all the other "non-
gifted" children. But the thought of backing out now was
out of the question. I watched Myron Floren on TV and
wondered how many millions of hours of practice it took
to get that good. Then came to the realization that I
didn't really even like the sound of the darned thing.
But I was in for a penny and in for a pound. I dutifully
pushed and pulled, punched and keyed, eventually
graduating from the 12-key bass beginner's model to a
120-bass "pro" instrument. I didn't even have the 12
down yet. Still don't. Mom kept her hopes and dreams
alive, evidence to the contrary not withstanding, that
somehow, someday I would wind up grinning into the TV
cameras as I dazzled the waltzing golden-agers shuffling
around on the studio dance floor with my musical
prowess. To that end she did what she could to, in her
perception anyway, enhance my musical experience. Mom
had a real thing about trying to find gifts that had
some practical application. She would pass on the
frivolous if a truly functional, again in her
perception, item caught her eye. This resulted in
several unorthodox birthday and Christmas presents. I
can still hear Ron Berst (69) as he stood in my room
looking at the most recent of the pragmatic gifts,
stating with incredulity, "A bed? You got a bed for your
birthday?"
    To which I could only respond, "Yeah, a bed.... and
I thought the room came furnished."
    Pushing ahead with this theme, my Mom spotted a
device in a musical catalog that seemingly fit the
"practicality" requirement to a tee, and just in time
for my birthday too. Labeled an "accordion chair" the
device was an elongated, four-footed stool with a
vertical bar extending up from it's front end and
leaning back at a slight angle. The general idea was to
use the available bolting hardware on the vertical bar
to secure your accordion into playing position then
straddle the seat and commence making beautiful music. I
think its main purpose was to create a high availability
situation for the instrument, saving the player from the
repeated drudgery of removing it from its case and
strapping it on every time it was called into service.
However, to me it resembled some warped version of a
Medieval torture device, sure to elicit willing
confessions under duress from even the most pure and
innocent. Besides, considering my ever waning level of
commitment, I really never had a problem with the
availability provided by the more conventional form of
access. None the less, for a while anyway, you could
find my accordion mounted to the chair, ready in a
moment's notice should the urge to practice sweep over
me. I think Dad stumbling over it a couple of times in
the dark put the kibosh on the chair thing and back into
the case went the instrument.
    Mr. Grazzini pulled my Mom aside after one of my
Tuesday exercises in treading the musical waters and
informed her that there was to be a competition, an
adjudication of ability in someplace called Tacoma in a
few weeks and he thought that I was ready to take part.
I told you he was kind. Well, Mom didn't need to be
whacked on the head with a keyboard. I was registered
and began intense rehearsal on my selected piece, a
rousing arrangement of "The Twelfth Street Rag", a
particularly smart selection that combined a catchy
melody with just enough technical difficulty to make it
sound like crap when played by me. But I focused on it
for the next several weeks. Mom made travel arrangements
for us by flagging a ride with Gene Regimbal (the
married son our neighbors across the street, Lou and Vin
Regimbal), Gene's wife and infant daughter. They
happened to be, as a happy coincidence, heading in that
direction to visit relatives and had room for my Mom and
me (and my accordion) in the car. I don't think that I
had been further away from Richland than a picnic at Hat
Rock up to that time and we seemed to be on the road for
years. We climbed through the mountain passes and
cruised between huge walls of dirty snow that lined the
highway standing several feet above the roof of the car.
Now, I thought that was cool! I never knew that there
was that much snow anywhere and kids always have a very
soft spot in their hearts where snow is concerned. The
incredibly wonderful combination of snow's effect on
school cancellation and its versatility as an instrument
of play during those cancellations put it right up there
with the last day of school and Christmas morning on any
kid's top ten list. We drove through a forest of the
stuff and I couldn't unglue my eyes from the window.
Eventually we pulled into a rather large and rather
smelly city, larger and smellier than I ever guessed a
city could be. Gene and his wife dropped us off at the
recital hall where I was to perform, unloaded my
accordion from the trunk and wishing me good luck, drove
off. The hall was a swirl of activity with kids of many
ages and doting parents everywhere to be seen. We found
the location and schedule that informed us where and
when I would be doing my thing and settled in outside
the appropriate room. I pulled my accordion out of the
box and began running through the tune for yet another
spin when I heard the same tune being played nearby.
What a coincidence, I thought. Same tune, same
arrangement, who wouldda thunk it? I looked to see who
was "ragging" away and saw a young girl, a little older
than me just down the hall. For some reason she looked a
bit familiar. And she should have. She was one of the
Boyle Fuel Twins from the Spokane-originated Starlit
Stairway television show.
    See, I told you that I'd tie all of this together.
At our house Starlit Stairway was right up there on the
hit parade with that Austrian polka maniac's show and
the twins' faces were as familiar as our own. Yep, it
was her all right. Now I remembered her playing her
accordion on the show every once in a while. It kind of
formed a bit of a bond between us in my mind when I
watched the show. Now here she was in person, playing
the same piece of music at the same competition that I
was. We were even in the same division. What an
incredible coincidence and my first brush with true
fame. I then noticed that she was playing the tune
fairly well. In fact she was playing it VERY well.
Thoughts like "So THAT'S what it's supposed to sound
like." and "She's going to smear me." started to echo in
my head. We had both been toiling at the same instrument
for the same three years or so. How could she be that
much better than me? Then, remembering the issues that I
had with commitment and effort, the fog lifted and the
light shone on the truth of my inadequacies. As Jimmy
Buffett so poignantly phrased it in his famous boozetown
tune - "... it's my own damned fault." I leered over at
her. For every heating problem indeed! I could see her
on the TV with her gleaming smile, extending her
talented arm out to the left while chanting in unison
with the other clone (er.. twin) "And now the star of
our show..... Mister Ted AUTO!" Sheesh! As I watched she
stood and confidently strode into the judging room. A
few minutes later she came out and they called for me.
Oh great. I get to follow that!. The judges were polite.
They had heard the tune performed properly minutes
before and then they listened to my interpretation. Yet
they did not shoot spit wads at me, fall to the ground
in open laughter nor have me thrown from the room. All
acts of self-restraint that I appreciate to this day.
    When all was said and done I wound up on a Greyhound
heading east with my Mom and a fourth place ribbon
tucked away in my accordion case. Of course everyone
competing that didn't win first, second or third place
was given fourth. I preferred to think of mine as the
"first" fourth place ribbon however. The Tri City Herald
rounded up four of us locals that had been at the
adjudication and lined us up against a wall wearing our
accordions. Had they chosen to do so, they could have
saved the world from a few more badly rendered polkas if
they had mowed us down right then and there. But they
took our pictures instead and posted one with an
appropriate caption in the paper.
    They misspelled my last name by putting an extra "s"
on the end like Glenn Curtiss the aviator. Not a very
appreciative oversight considering that I had traveled
over great distances and faced off against a television
star to earn my moment in the spotlight. But what was
done was done and "Lady Of Spain" was calling me to my
instrument. Or was that just Mom? Probably a little of
both. After all, I had my first\fourth place title to
defend.

-Jeff Curtis (69)
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>>From: Danny Bowling (70)

Re: Priest Lake and the Vinther cabin
    I did not realize there were so many Bombers on
the lake all summer. I'll be looking for you next
summer. My wife's family cabin is in Eight Mile bay.
For those of you familiar with the area, we are the
11th cabin south or east of the channel between
mainland and Eight Mile island. The cabin has been in
the family since Grandpa Wilmer secured the lease
about 1909. In recent years my wife, kids, and I have
been there about 4 weeks each summer. Of course, I
also believe that paradise is indeed found at Priest
Lake.

To: Margo Vinther Burt (77)
    My wife, Ann Pearson Bowling, met your dad last
week. We heard about the reunion. I'm sure it will be
great for your family but we purposely avoid holiday
weekends at the lake.

See you at the lake!
-Danny Bowling (70)
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>>From: Michael Figg (70)

    Gee, it sounds like everyone from Richland has
had a good time at Priest Lake. Went there once in
'56 or '57. Father died, never went back.
    Actually, I have been able to separate the two
experiences. I was very young but the fleeting
memories of the area are positive. And driving
through the nearby Cour de' Laine (did I come close
with the spelling?) area this summer going to and
coming from the '70 30 year reunion reminded me how
beautiful the area is. I probably should go back, my
father would like me to.

-Michael Figg (70)
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>>From: Rick Polk (70)

Re: R2K Video
    Just a mention here of the R2K Reunion video. I
was really impressed by the video and enjoyed every
minute of it. Naturally, I got the video to watch the
Alumni Basketball game, as I was unable to attend. It
appeared that it was a good time had by all in
attendance. Great, great video.
   One note to my Class of 70 classmate, Mike Hogan:
You represented our class well Mike...... but PASS
THE BALL. :-)

-Rick Polk (70)
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>>From: Lori Killand Whelan (72)

RE: Little Black Combs
To: Mike Davis (74)
    Yes, Mike, I do remember those little black
combs. However, I don't recall them from my years as
a student ~ rather from my early years as a teacher.
I think "Leo" used to give them out. Ring any bells?
    Oh, and by the way, what's up with not "taking
any criticism from short people" like me? Hmm?

-Lori Killand Whelan (72)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)

Re: Coaching
    I, too, have coached for a number of years at
levels from little league through high school. I
agree that the parents have become "more consumed"
with their children and their participation in
athletics. When I was younger I let parents
intimidate me to a certain degree. No longer! In
fact, I have little patience with the "sideline"
experts. I'd like to relate one story about my
dealings with a particular parent. Maybe this is
something you other coaches might be able to use
someday.
    Anyway, I was approached by this parent after a
middle school basketball game. He was concerned about
the lack of playing time that his son was getting and
yadda, yadda, yadda!! I let him speak his mind and he
was sure to let me know that he had had many years of
coaching under his belt so he knew what he was
talking about. When he was through with his
"enlightening sermon" I politely answered him in this
fashion, Me: "Sir, you mentioned that you had a lot
of experience in coaching?" Parent: "That's right!
Nearly 20 years!" Me: "Good, then you will understand
that it is my decision. Good night!"

-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Jim Rice (75)

RE: Priest Lake
    Why are you people violating the code of silence
about Priest Lake? Do you want everybody to know
about our little secret? Oh, I guess it's too late;
the cat's out of the bag.
    We too have been going to Priest for many years.
I think the first time was 1965, when we stayed at
Grandview. Since then, we've gone every year the
first week of August. We camp on Kalispell Island --
this year there were 31 of us! For the first time
this year, we also rented a cabin just up from the
Priest Lake Marina, since my mom wasn't well enough
to camp.
    Our last night there (Friday, Aug. 11) was one of
the most spectacular sights I've ever seen. My sister-
in-law came to our tent about 1 in the morning, and
whispered, "Come out here! The sky's on fire!" We
stumbled out of our sleeping bags and down to the
beach, where we looked up and discovered the sky
filled with shimmering light -- the Northern Lights,
of course. I won't try to describe the indescribable,
except to say that it was awe-inspiring. (My brother
kept saying, "Where's the Pink Floyd music?" It did
remind me of the laser light shows of 30 years ago.)
At the same time, the Perseid meteor shower was going
on against a magnificent backdrop of stars, and the
full moon was setting over the lake. We stayed out on
the beach -- freezing --for more than an hour, till
finally one by one headed back into our tents.

-Jim Rice (75)
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>>From: Judy Bunch Knox (75)

Re: R2K sweatshirt
To: Perry Moore (63)

    Any news on the sweatshirt I ordered and paid for
the reunion. Thanks for your help.

-Judy Bunch Knox (75)
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>>From: Patti Sinclair Baldwin (77)

Re: The Cave - In response to the 8/28 entry from
    Merle Huesties Estrin (72)
    I lived across the street from Dave Faulk. I was
a friend of his sister Diane. I remember her playing
a record - a 45-LP record. She told me it was her
brother. This was when I was still at Christ the
King, sometime between '70 - '72(?). She played it once
for me and as I recall some of the lyrics, it said;
"The Enemy, the enemy, the enemy that kept coming
on..." It was a pretty, haunting melody that has
stayed in my memory banks all these years. I probably
don't have the lyrics right.(?) These are the words
as I recall. I believe it was a Christian song.(?)
Maybe if Dave is out there, or Diane or Julie Faulk
or someone who listened to his songs they could set
me straight. :o) Recalling another singer - I believe
it was Mark Saucier. I remember him singing "Little
Brown Jug". I was pretty young, and I thought it was
great! I also recall someone singing "You are My
Sunshine" in a pep assembly. He directed it to a
special someone to publicly proclaim his feelings of
love. Anyone recall that? Can you identify the
singer?
    Thanks for the memories, Merle.  :o)

-Patti Sinclair Baldwin (77)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:

>>From: Emily Clark (07)
Date: Mon Aug 28 13:41:44 2000

Cool Website! I'm looking forward to high school.

I'm not in high school. But I can't wait to be. I am
currently a 6th grader at Chief Jo Middle School, but
I can't wait until I can go to RHS!

GO BOMBERS!!!!!!!!

-Emily Clark (07)
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14 Bombers sent stuff:
Mary Triem (47), Tom Tracy (55),
Leonard Peters (61), Helen Cross (62),
Earl Bennett (63), Ron Richards (63),
Linda Reining (64), Patricia de la Bretonne (65),
Barbara Maffei (67), Betti Avant (69),
Jeff Curtis (69), Mike Franco (70),
Brad Wear (71), Tedi Parks (76)
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>>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47)

TO: Maren, Gary and Richard
    Your fame shall continue! Imagine a class of 2007
member reading and contributing to this fantastic site. A
true Bomber, Emily Clark. Her parents are to be
commended. Bomber Cheers.

[Gary sent Emily's entry from the All Bomber Alumni
GUEST BOOK -- Don't think Emily knows about (or reads)
the Alumni Sandstorm. -Maren]

To our younger Club 40 members
    Introduce yourselves to us oldersters at Club 40
next weekend.

-Mary Triem Mowery (47)
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>>From: Tom Tracy (55)

To: Marilyn Richey (53)
Marilyn,
    You got it right. Exactly correct about parents who
expect their 11 year old to get a full ride in Soccer,
Basketball, etc... when all they need at the moment is
to give Mom and/or Dad a ride in a bus... somewhere far
away from the playing field... (unless they're helping
or being a good cheerleader for everyone).
    I did think Dick Dawald (49) did a pretty good job
for his Dad. But I didn't know him that well. Just knew
we had lots of fun playing with him at the Marcus
Whitman gym at times. Or in pickup games on weekends
when we could sneak into the old, old quonset hut gym
and play pickup games. Thought Dick was a tough, durable
guard for the Bombers. But perhaps it may have been
tough for him playing for his Dad.... the only drawback
would have been, he'd have had to work under an inferior
coach.
    By the way.... if anyone's daughter wants to pitch
softball... be sure to make Marilyn write you a book..
.she's THE master.... (I wish you could have seen the
number of hands in the locker room on R2K day, just
before we went out to play, who had been struck out by
Marilyn's pitching)... I raised mine with a lot of other
basketball players. Lots of them were really good
baseball players too. I used to wish she hadn't watched
Eddie Feighner so closely. I told my Dad that once, that
I'll bet Marilyn Richey could pitch blindfolded from 2nd
base like Feighner did... and he chuckled and said,
"When she pitched to you, it looked like you were
"blindfolded"....
    You are still one of my All-Time Richland Bomber
Heroes...
    You were always a good sport and it was no shame to
be struck out by you... 'cause everyone else went
through the same punishment.
    I'll bet your brother Don was a hard one to strike
out. I remember him hitting a couple of home runs off
Feignor... one looked like it was going to cross the
Columbia river... from the old park down by the
Greyhound Bus Depot....
    You are so correct about not doubly criticizing
kids... Always appreciated what Art Dawald said during
the first practice of each year... "I'll never criticize
you in front of your friends, fans or parents" (I may
nail you to the wall in practice... but never during a
game)... so don't look over at the bench when you make a
mistake... just try to recover and do everything you can
to perform at your best... and remember that I'll never
jerk you out of a game immediately after you make a
mistake... I'll give you a chance to recover." He was a
wizard. A genius. A master of the game's techniques!...
but I've said that all before... It really meant a lot
because I never saw him go back on his word about that.
Art was fortunate to have coaches helping him like Ray
Juricich... How grateful I am to have had those men help
me... and Fran Rish was a good role model for all of us
too. Remember some advice he and Ray Juricich gave me
before we went to the State Tournament in '55... it
really helped. (I needed them before the R2K game).
    Finding kids' strengths and reminding them... always
works best. "Remember how you hit that ball last
week?... usually creates a "crack" of the bat for young
boy or girl. After umpiring, coaching and refereeing
hundreds of kids games from pre-school thru college... I
believe that Adults are just kids who got older...!...
by the way Marilyn... if you're not doing anything this
afternoon.. I have this gigantic "cricket" bat... about
3 feet wide and a tennis racket... and I was wondering
if I might see if I could redeem myself... but,
please... not the curve ball again.
    With all the love, affection and appreciation I can
muster to send you for your kindness, friendship and
support over the years in Richland.

Best to you,
-Tom Tracy (55)
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>>From: Leonard Peters (61)

To: Frank Whiteside (63)
Frank,
    Nice letter!! Your two teachers would be in my top 3
or 4. Mr. Harvey was someone very special. I learned
more about working and life from Mr. Evans then any
other teacher in all of school.
    Again great letter, hope to see you some day.

-Leonard Peters (61)
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>>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62)

To: Jeff Curtis (69)
    You deserve a writing award better than 4th place
for that interesting recounting of life in jolly ole'
Richland. I forwarded it on to one of my husband's
relatives who plays the accordion.

Thanks for the memories,
-Helen Cross Kirk (62)
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>>From: Earl Bennett, III (Gold Medal Class of '63)

To: Frank Whiteside (63)
    You're right, the memories I have of you from Chief
Jo (our paths didn't cross much at Col Hi) would not
have led me to expect you to teach. But hey, we all grew
up better than we would have expected of each other, I
think.
    And you're also right, Mr. Harvey was special. The
ready smile and easy going patience are prominent in my
memories, and yes, he did make each of us (me for sure)
feel special. It was in his class that I learned I had a
talent for taking and doing well on standardized tests -
it had always been true, I just hadn't realized it until
then (common sense and making good decisions - well,
that's another issue that didn't turn out so well).

Regards, ecb3
-Earl Bennett, III, Gold Medal Class of '63
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>>From: Ron Richards (63)

RE: D.C. Vote
To: Frazier Botsford (63)
    It's good to hear from you, and congratulations for
getting a political message printed in the Alumni
Sandstorm. Perhaps a good redneck Republican (not I, but
there are a few among our ranks) will take you or Maren
to task for that. [YOU JUST DID, RON! -Maren]
    Heaven forbid that all those good Democrats in D.C.
would be allowed congressional representation!

RE: Gold Medal Class of '63
To: Jim Hamilton (63)
    A few days ago I quickly read a note asking you, or
someone, to explain how and why the Gold Medal Class of
'63 received that distinction. Have I missed your
response? The many reasons for that distinction would be
interesting for all to know. It would also be
interesting to know which class is the Silver Medal
Class. Any nominations?

-Ron Richards (63)
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>>From: Linda Reining Pitchford (64)

To: Jeff Curtis (69)
Re: accordion and Mr. Fred Grazzini
    Enjoyed your thoughts on the accordion and
Mr. Grazzini. I took accordion lessons from him from the
time I was in the third grade until the end of 7th grade
--- lost my "fascination" for the "squeeze box" and
turned to boys, instead. ;) I was in the third grade and
we lived on Rossell Street across from Benita Wahl and
she was playing the accordion and I remember telling my
Mom I wanted to play that. So, she found out who Benita
took her lessons from, Mr. Grazzini was contacted and he
began coming to the house every Thursday for an hour. By
the time we had moved to Elm Street when I was in the
fourth grade, I had "graduated" to the 120 bass and was
playing, "Whispering Hope"; "G Whiz"; and "Red River
Valley". I had an uncle who also played the accordion
and he "played by ear", whereas I "read the notes". So,
there were times when we would play duets.
    Jeff, do you remember the competitions that Mr.
Grazzini would hold with all of his students? I had
quite a few "trophies" for first and second place. (they
were little plastic ones with a black base and our names
were put on with a label maker, but remember being very
proud of them.) I also remember a talent show at
Spalding and playing my accordion. I remember the straps
getting "heavier" as the practice increased from 30
minutes to an hour, and that is probably another reason
why it didn't bother me to quit. ;) Might have kept
playing if they had offered accordion as part of band.
    Thanks for the "trip down memory lane". I kept my
accordion till I was 21 and could still play it. ;) Sold
it for $60 and am sure my folks' paid more than that for
it. It had pearl buttons and I carried it in a brown
case with deep brown velvet inside and two large pockets
for all my sheet music. Want to hear something really
funny: there are still times when I wish I still had my
accordion. :)
    Isn't there a "rock" band with an accordion player?
Wonder how many kids in Richland took lessons from
Mr. Grazzini? Think he taught the piano, and the guitar,
too.

-Linda Reining Pitchford (64)
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>>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65)

To: Frank Whiteside (63)
    I remember Mr. Harvey, I had him for 8th grade
homeroom at Chief Jo!  He was so funny and nice, I
always felt he really liked kids. I've always felt
teaching middle school is a calling, and Mr. Harvey did
us all a great service. I too was saddened when I read
of his tragic death. thanks for reminding me of him.

-Patricia de la Bretonne (65)
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>>From: Betti Avant (69)

RE: ferry across the Columbia
    Yes, I too remember riding a ferry across the river
instead of going through Pasco when we went to South
Dakota. We would pick up Dad from work and take the
ferry across to save time I presume as we headed north
and then east to our summer vacation in South Dakota.
One year (I don't remember which one however) we spent a
week at Priest Lake. We stayed in a cabin and as I seem
to remember I caught a nasty cold as it rained most of
the time we were there (the smell of Vicks on the chest
is my reminder). Ah, for the good ole days of being a
kid. I am so surprised at the things I have in my mind
about those times.

-Betti Avant (69)
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>>From: Jeff Curtis (69)

RE: A couple of (short, I promise) thoughts

To: Emily Clark (07)
    I don't think the Sandstorm has ever had a posting
from a pre-RHS student much less one with the tag
"ought-seven". I am totally impressed and I have a
feeling that many other regular readers of this
newsletter share this sentiment. Look Emily, I know
you're busy. Sixth grade is a swirl of activity and a
load of responsibility. But maybe you could find the
time to drop a note into the Sandstorm now and then
about what is going on in your world. We get a lot of
"looking back" from the alumni but you are right in the
midst of all the action and I'm sure that your
perspective would prove to be both interesting and
refreshing. Got any teachers that are great? Any that
are jerks? We all did and you will too. Looking forward
to hearing more from you in the future.

[NOTE: Emily's post came from the All Bomber Alumni
GUEST BOOK -- she's not on the Sandstorm list and may
not even know about the Alumni Sandstorm.  -Maren]

To: Patti Sinclair Baldwin (77)
    Regarding your entry, and I quote, "Recalling
another singer - I believe it was Mark Saucier. I
remember him singing "Little Brown Jug". I was pretty
young, and I thought it was great!"
    I knew Mark well and find it very interesting that
you have labeled him as a "singer". Trying to be as
objective as possible, Mark was a wonderful guy but I
HAVE heard him sing..... you must have been very young.

To fellow Tinkle Streeter Mike Davis (74)
    Why does it not surprise me that during the parent-
coach confrontation you managed to get in the last word?
Congratulations on a snappy, appropriate retort as well
as an excellent BURN!

-Jeff Curtis (69)
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>>From: Mike Franco (70)

To: Frank Whiteside (63)
    Yes, I remember Verne Harvey from my Chief Jo days
very well. All of your nice thoughts of him are shared
by me and I am sure most others. He coached our 7th
grade football team in 1964 (I think). I also think
that Autumn was the time he died in that fire. The fire
was at the Camp Wallowa Boy Scout Camp in Oregon. The
camp was a great spot, near the towns of Joeseph and
Enterprise Oregon. Coach Harvey had a really unique,
almost musical way about him when he led calistentics.
He was a great guy and great with all us kids.

Hello to Patti Sinclair Baldwin (77)
    Good to hear from you. Saw your folks, Rich, Mary,
Dunc Jr., (etc., etc.) during R2K and as always it was a
lot of fun.... LOTS of stories!

And Judy Bunch Knox (70)
    Please say hi to Rob (Knox). I saw Mrs. Knox at the
alumni game. She looked great, we had a nice visit. I am
sure all Bombers remember Mrs. Knox, she was a great
Bomber fan and neighbor.... even if she is a hopeless
Cougar fan!
Best wishes to ALL Bombers

-Mike Franco (70)
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>>From: Barbara Maffei Walker (71)

RE: Reunions
    I keep hearing all about the r2k reunion that
happened in Richland and I never heard anything about
it!!! I was in Richland in July for my parents 50th.
What a difference 30 years makes! I now live in the
Chicago area and I keep reading about Krispy Creams here
in the sandstorm. Well I have a high school senior that
just loves them and doesn't know what all the fuss was
about spudnuts!
    Keep in touch about future reunions. Now that my
last child is graduating from high school I am free to
roam the country!! HA!HA!

-Barbara Maffei Walker (71)
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>>From: Brad Wear (71)

To: Jeff Curtis (69)
Jeff,
    Once again you've come up with a masterpiece. I
printed it off and headed for the local Denny's to enjoy
the atmosphere and read your prose.
    Krispy Kreme stock at $96.00 a share.

-Brad Wear (71)
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>>From: Tedi Parks Teverbaugh (76)

TO:  Jeff Curtis(s) (69)

    Thanks for the accordion story... well done and
entertaining. I love the way you write.

-Tedi Parks Teverbaugh (76)
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11 Bombers sent stuff:
Richard Roberts (49), Don White (50),
Curt Donahue (53), Mike Clowes (54),
Ann Bishop (56), Ed Borasky (59),
Mike Brady (61), Frank Whiteside (63),
Barbara Franco (67), Peter Crowley (67),
Betti Avant (69)
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>>From: Richard Roberts (49)

To: John Hughes (73)

    Cliff Judd (49) was right. Those pics were great. I
lived in Hanford for about 8 mos before the family moved
to Richland. My folks took me to the Kay Kaiser show.

-Richard Roberts (49)
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>>From: Don White (50)

RE: 50th Reunion
Hi all
    Don White, Class of '50, is gonna be at the reunion
next week if the creeks don't rise.
    Any really old grads still kicking??

-Don White (50)
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>>From: Curt Donahue (53)

To: Jeff Curtis (69)
    You did it again!! Outstanding writing. It did put
me in mind of someone who I thought played accordion
extremely well and that was Dick Zilar (54), rest his
soul.

To: Tom Tracy (55)
    I second your opinion of Marilyn Richey (53). She
was worth every minute of time to watch her pitch a
game. It would have been worth the money, too, if we
would have had to pay. Your conclusions on "sports
parents" were right on. One of my sons was an
outstanding athlete in several sports. When he had
played about 3/4's of the way through Little League
baseball season, carrying a 667 batting average, he told
me he was quitting because he didn't like the way some
of the parents treated their kids. It upset his coach,
but he quit anyway.

To: Carolyn Eaton Hudson (53)
    Sometime back you asked about the class of 53's
motto, colors, song, etc. I have the 53 annual and I can
find no mention of those items. If we had them, it
didn't get into the annual, and it has been too long ago
for me to remember.

-Curt Donahue (53)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

To: Jeff Curtis (69)
RE: accordion lesson
Jeff,
    You do have a way with words. Thought for a minute
I'd hooked on to a rerun of "The Wonder Years." Your
narrative style is very similar to that used on the
show.
    Sounds like your father was the epitome of a real
good neighbor; build a high privacy fence, but allow
access under it. A gate would have been too easy.
    Sounds like Korten's changed a bit since I was a
habitué; the record department was upstairs with the
listening booths to one's right as they reached the top.
Never did have too much interest in where the practice
rooms were. From the size of them, sounds like the one I
was trapped in for a summer in my seventh year. Only
there was less room, as most of it was taken up by an
upright piano. Never did get beyond the treble line, and
never learned chords.
    But accordion players abound in my high school
years, well three of them at any rate, and all graduated
the same year (one at a different school), 1954. They
are Dick Cole, Larry Murphy and the late Dick Zilar.
Watched Dick Cole play the piano once; he had to get
down on his knees and lean sideways so the keyboard
would feel right. Dick Zilar and Larry Murphy would
entertain us at the occasional assembly, and once or
twice at the same time. Zilar and Murphy, sounds like a
vaudeville team.
    The only disappointment in the story was that I had
to keep telling my computer to stay on line. Just hate
those interruptions.
    Sounds like K-K-K-Kenny from K-K-K-Korten's was more
fun than watching Ben Roscoe selling anything on TV. But
that was before any "real" television station in the
Tri-Cities. All I could remember seeing were Spokane
stations on cable.
    But look on the bright side, Jeff, at least you were
a contender. No one asked you to take a dive in third
round.
    Way to go, even though you were beat out by a "gurrl".

Bombers rule,
-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
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>>From: Sara "Ann" Bishop Ousley (56)

RE: class of '56
    Any of you out there? Where is Beverly Edwards
Olson, Wanda Thompson or John Cowan? Would like to hear
from you.... any of you who remember me.

-Sara "Ann" Bishop Ousley (56)
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>>From: Ed Borasky (59)

RE: Vern Harvey, Club 40, other stuff ...
    I remember Vern Harvey from Jason Lee (6th grade,
1952-1953). When did he move to Chief Jo? It must have
been after I left. He was one of my favorites as well.
    It looks like I'm going to miss Club40 this year :-(.
Too much work at work, getting the house ready for what
looks like an early winter, stuff like that.
    And finally, I invite you all to stop by my new web
page. http://www.borasky-research.com/ No Bomber links
just yet, but I'll probably put some in once I get the
rest of it going.

-Ed Borasky (59)
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>>From: Mike Brady (61)

    I enjoyed the all class reunion this summer,
however, I have one suggestion that may have already
been made. For us old folks, the name tags should be
larger.
    I know that I missed meeting several of my
classmates because I couldn't read their names. Being a
little on the bashful side, I didn't feel that it was
appropriate to put my face inches away from someone's
chest.
    During the basketball game, I was sitting a few rows
behind Jack Glover. Near the end of the game, I went
down and talked to him (I recognized him because he
still looks the same as when he was 18!). I asked him if
he has seen some of our classmates recently. "Oh, yeah,
Craig, Cindy, Bob, etc. etc. were just up here a few
minutes ago."
    I will have to be a little bolder at the next
reunion! On the plus side, I saw my second grade
sweetheart, Nancy Weston. That was a thrill!

-Mike Brady (61)
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[I nominate Mike Brady (61) to be head of the Name Tag
Committee for the next All Bomber reunion.     - Maren]
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>>From: Frank Whiteside (63)

RE: Gratitude/early Richland musical groups
To: Don Peyton (63), Leonard Peters (61), Earl Bennett (63),
    Patricia  de la Bretonne (65), and Mike Franco (70)

    Thanks for your feedback on Mr. Harvey. It bothered
me somewhat for a long time that I never was able to
communicate to him that I really appreciated what he did
while he was alive. It just goes to show that most
people wait until it's too late to convey their
gratitude to their teachers, family members, or others
who played a major part in their lives.
    On another note, while weeding out some boxes of
attic stuff, I came across some old Richland newspapers
from about 1945 through the early 60s and the first
three "Richland Days" programs -- 1945, '46, and '47.
They have a lot of great information and pictures. Among
them there were pictures of early Richland musical
groups such as a women's chorus called Treble Clef, the
Richland Symphony Orchestra, and the men's chorus called
the Meistersingers.
    The men's group rang a bell because I also found a
1956 newspaper picture of myself in the boy's choir
called the Minnesingers. I remember that I was in the
group for several years during elementary school and
junior high. We put on numerous concerts. I kind of
dreaded the concerts because they put makeup on us.
    Do any of these groups still exist? Anyone else
remember belonging to these groups? I saw a lot of well-
known fellow Bombers in that newspaper picture.

-Frank Whiteside (63)
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>>From: Barbara Franco Sherer (67)

RE: Coaching and umping
    My husband never coached, but he was president of
Bellevue West Little League a year or two. If that
wasn't a headache. One of the information sheets he
handed out to the coaches was a list of "do's and
don'ts". They were asked to share it with all parents.
The last item on the don't list was "don't groan when
the worst player on the team comes up to bat in the 9th.
inning with 2 outs". It was a pretty good list. If
anyone is interested, I'll see if we can dig it up.
    My two sons have summer birthdays (and we didn't
hold them back), so they were always just average in
size. They ran into trouble in high school where the
coach thought that even though they played as well, or
better, than others, they were cut because of being only
average in size. Both switched over to soccer,
successfully, eventually into varsity ranks.
    My older son, now 23, took it badly, however, and
swore he would never play baseball again. He didn't and
it was too bad. What he did, though was umpire all 4
years of high school. As most of you know, it's very
difficult to find umpires, so the league was thrilled to
have him. I'm told he was very good. When the boys moved
out of Little League, I thought I got my Saturday
mornings back... no, at least for the first year, my
husband and I took turns cheering on the ump. We would
see people we knew and they would ask who we were
rooting for, we'd say the ump, and the response was
always, "Oh-h-h". It helped people put things into
perspective, after all, my son was still just a kid, too.
    The summer of his senior year, one coach who had a
bad habit of yelling at everyone - the kids, the umps,
the parents - really got on Robert's case. He stood
there quietly, saying little, letting the man scream. He
came home, said he was quitting, called the president
and did just that. This was a case were the coach was
out of control. They let him finish that season but
wouldn't let him coach anymore. Several other coaches
called Robert and finally talked him into continuing.
    My son learned a great deal through his umpiring,
but I think the little guys learned a lot by having a
"big kid" there. I was told that one time he called time
out then walked out to the mound to talk to the pitcher.
Apparently, the pitcher was balking and Robert wanted
him to understand what he was doing wrong before he
called him on it.
    My second son continues to play soccer in college.
He coached Rec. League a couple summers. That's a lot
easier; he only dealt with high school kids and just
yelled back if they didn't like something. My son said
it was a good system that worked well.
    Maybe more parents need to be reminded that there
are so few years of childhood, let the kids be.
Actually, childhood seems to be getting shorter all the
time. Too bad.
    In any case, I thank all the people who have
coached, been uniform parent, anything that supported
the kids. It has all made a tremendous impact on the
successes of these learning teams.

-Barbara Franco Sherer (67)

P.S. My daughter played soccer 3rd, through 10th.
grades. People scream all through those games, so it
doesn't seem so painful.
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>>From: Peter Crowley (67)

To: whomever
    I just wanted to thank the generous person who
purchased one of the Bomber tapes of the R2K for me. Two
cute kiddies came to my door last week and gave it to
me. Dumbfounded, I did not have the wherewithal to even
ask their names.
    I appreciate your generosity.
    On to state!

Sincerely,
-Peter Crowley (67)
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>>From: Betti Avant (69)

RE: accordions and Mr. Harvey
    When I was in grade school (I am not sure what
grade) my twin brother and I decided we wanted to take
accordion lessons. Well, Mom got us signed up and we
went to Korten's for our first lesson. The instructor
never showed up, so Mom said we couldn't take the
lessons after all. In third grade we both took violin
lessons from Miss Just, the music teacher at Jason Lee.
In the sixth grade we went to our cousin's wedding in
Pullman and who did we meet serving punch, but none
other than Miss Just's sister who worked in the music
department at W.S.U. with my cousin's father-in-law
(such a small world).
    In the third grade I had Mrs. Harvey as a teacher. I
remember at the end of the school year picnic that each
class had we walked to her house for the big event. She
lived one house down from my Aunt and Uncle on Perkins.
I never had Mr. Harvey as a teacher, but do remember
when he died. That tragic fire also took the life of a
sophomore scout by the name of Steve Willi (68) and it
was a most difficult 9th grade year for our class as
well as Steve's sophomore class.
   Here's to accordions and Mr. Harvey.

-Betti Avant (69)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/5/00
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7 Bombers sent stuff:
Ray Gillette (49), Tom Tracy (55), Carol Bishop (57)
Mike Brady (61), Deedee Willox (64), Gary Behymer (64)
Don Jepsen (80)
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>>From: Ray Gillette (49)

To: Richard Roberts (49)
    When you saw Kay Kaiser and his "College of Musical
Knowledge" did you happen also to see IshKaBible??? I've
been trying to find out what happened to him for the
last forty years.

-Ray Gillette (49)
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>>From: Tom Tracy (55)

To: Barbara Franco Sherer (67)
    Sounds like your son was a good player, coach and
official. There is more to coaching than the coaching
part of coaching. His compassion for the pitcher and his
help in keeping batters from just coming up to the plate
and just waiting and "wishing for a walk" was a good
consideration for all of them.
    Good parents make good teachers and... how well we
know that, "whoso teacheth a child , labors with GOD in
his workshop"...

-Tom Tracy (55)
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>>From: Carol Bishop Horne (57)

    Are we talking about the Mr. Harvey that taught at
Spalding..... if so... I had him in 6th grade in the
50s..... how did he die?... It sounds like it was in a
fire...
    Also... Marlene Maness played and plays still the
accordion.... don't u Marlene..

-Carol Bishop Horne (57)
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>>From: Mike Brady (61)

RE: R2K2 Nomination as head of the Name Tag Committee

    I accept!

-Mike Brady (61)
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>>From: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)

Re: Music Lessons
    OK, since we are on the subject of music lessons,
does anyone remember Mrs. Brucey? She lived in Kennewick
but taught piano lessons house to house in Richland. She
was not as expensive as some of the other teachers and
my folks had all three of us in piano lessons, so
inexpensive was definitely for us! She would plan us for
her last stop of the day and my dad would drive her back
to Kennewick. One weekend, my sister (Judy Willox Hodge
-61) and I got to spend the night at her house. We
thought that was pretty neat.
    I started piano lessons the summer between 2nd and
3rd grade and continued until 9th grade. My sister and
brother both quit early on, but I stayed with it. When I
was 12, I decided to quit, but my mother said "I'm going
to have ONE kid that plays the piano!" Since I was the
last one still taking lessons, I was it! I remember
telling her I would not practice and she told me I
didn't have to practice, but I had to sit on the bench
for half an hour every day. Of course, I got bored just
sitting there and began to play again. She also got me a
new teacher who introduced me to classical music which I
still love. The new teacher was Mrs. Nagley and I have
pictures of her and I playing piano-organ duets at the
officers club for a women's luncheon. (I won the door
prize!) I was about 13 or 14 at that point.
    I still play occasionally at home for my own
pleasure, but it sure doesn't sound like it used to.
Must be the piano, huh?

-Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)
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>>From: Gary Behymer (64)

Re: Found in the Social Security Death Index


    I believe that this is Richard Stanger from the
Class of 1951. Can someone collaborate this?

Richard Stanger
Residence: 98537  Cosmopolis, Grays Harbor, WA
Born 15 Nov 1933
Died 12 Jul 1998

-Gary Behymer (64)
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>>From: Don Jepsen (80)

Re: R2K Video Tape order Status as of 8/31
    I would like to thank all of those who have ordered
an All Bombers R2K Class Reunion Videotape.
    Most of you that ordered before the 15th of August
should have received your tape by this time. I have 7
deliveries left that will be mailed or hand delivered on
September 1st.
    Due to the Holiday weekend, I would expect them to
arrive on, or before the 11th. So if you are still
missing a tape after the 11th please contact me and I
will send you another one.
    I appreciate everyone's patience, and I apologize
for the delay in your tape deliveries. The Bombers are a
great group of people to work with!
    I have three new tapes made for the class of 1980,
1965 and Club 40 reunions. All three of these tapes have
a History Piece of Richland and RHS from 1900-2000! The
History Piece includes pictures and video clips of
Richland, RHS, and Richland School District with music
and narration. If you already have a R2K tape, then I
would suggest you order Tape Number 0004-CR, "RHS
HISTORY AND GENE CONLEY". This tape is 17 minutes long
and is only $10.00. If you would like details on any of
these tapes, or videos for an upcoming Class Reunion
event, just contact me.

-Don Jepsen (80)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/6/00
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17 Bombers sent stuff:
Norma Culverhouse (49), Dorothy Sargent (51),
Nancy Riggs (51), Ralph Myrick (51),
Marilyn Richey (53), Mike Clowes (54),
Ken Neal (57), Tom Matthews (57),
Ed Borasky (59), Janet Wilgus (59),
John Northover (59), Mary Ann Vosse (63),
Steve Piippo (70), Patti Spencer (65),
Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB), Kerry Steichen (74),
Candy Campbell (78WB)
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>>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49)

    Please add me to the list of people still waiting to
receive shirts ordered on Friday of the R2K reunion. I
have no idea who to contact. Does anyone know? I ordered
four T-shirts.

-Norma Culverhouse King (49)
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>>From: Dorothy Sargent Rath (51)

RE: Richard Stanger (51)
To: Gary Behymer (64)
    I have a sinking feeling that must be Richard
Stanger from the great class of 1951. Gosh, gone 2 years
now. I always wondered what happened to Richard after we
graduated. Never heard a thing as to his whereabouts or
what he was doing. He and I go way back to the 6th
grade. He was always lots of fun and quite a capable
gymnast as I remember. I believe he was was on the Yell
Squad in High School. I am so sorry to hear this news,
but thank you for passing it on.

-Dorothy Sargent Rath (51)
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>>From: Nancy Riggs Lawrence (51)

Re: Richard Stanger (51)
To: Gary behymer (64)
Dear Gary,
    Yes, that is our Richard Stanger. Thanks for the
important information, we will correct our lists.

-Nancy Riggs Lawrence (51)
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>>From: Ralph Myrick (51)

RE: Scamming and ala mode
    I don't how many of you have checked you long
distance calls lately. Last billing period I noticed an
outfit that goes by Worldcomnet site billed me for a
call under a USBI Miscellaneous Billing title. They
charged me fifty cents a minute. I tried to find out how
and why and even my carrier couldn't tell me. I got the
bill reduced to what it would have been if GTE carried
it. Again, this month, same thing happened. My wife and
I spent over one hour trying to get an exclamation of
how and why. And, as you can guess, neither one could
tell me why. That company reduced my charged again. So,
especially all of you seniors, check and double check
your phone bills and question everything.

    Also, in reading all the mail concerning Spudnut
shop. I didn't recall anyone mentioning the delicious
Spudnut alamode. This was a big spudnut with a gob of
soft ice cream on it. It cost $.15. My dad and I ate
this often. And, wasn't the Spudnut Shop a fish 'n chip
place originally?

-Ralph Myrick (51)
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)

To: Curtis Donahue (53) and Tom Tracy (55)
    I want to thank you for all the nice things you guys
had to say about me and my pitching softball during my
youth and pitched until 1970. I actually retired in 1969
but one of the pitchers in Seattle got hurt and they
asked me to play for about two weeks in 70. I really
didn't want to start again but to help them out, I did.
The second week I pitched a no-hitter against a Portland
team and said that is it. There isn't a better way to go
out than when you can't top what you did on that field
day.
    In defense of the guys who I played against once in
awhile in high school and right after that, let me tell
you they could hit the woman. Remember at that time the
pitching distance was 35 feet and if you had a good fast
and curve, the first time a guy got up against you their
timing was off. But you let them hit against you several
times and they began to tag you. I will be the first to
say that men are stronger and they can and I have seen
women get hurt badly when playing against men. I never
really liked to play against men. There were enough
teams in Richland and the state to never really a need
to play them. Yes, I do remember pitching against alot
of the baseball players during those years and they were
good sports about striking out sometimes against me. But
I am a believer of the girls playing softball and not
baseball. I hope I never see girls playing in major
league while I am alive. There are good teams and with
the high school having teams that weren't available when
I was in school. Richland had some very good ball
players and in those days, we had to play with and on
the women's team here in Richland. These athletes have
it nice. I wish I could have possibly gotten a ride to
college instead having to pay my way.
    But thank you again. At my age, it's nice that
people remember me as a pitcher. I was asked by my
niece's daughter who pitches softball at RHS if I could
even throw a ball and it's hard to not say anything but
just laugh.

-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

T0: Ray Gillette (49)
    Can't tell you what happened to "Ishkabibble", but
his real name was (is) Merwyn Bogue. He was a pretty
fair trumpet player in addition to his other duties in
the Kyser band. All of this according to George T.
Simon, from his book "The Big Bands." Wish I could add
more.
    For those of you who don't care, Kay Kyser's biggest
hits were "Who Wouldn't Love You"; "Praise the Lord and
Pass the Ammunition" and the ever lovely "Three Little
Fishes". The memorable chorus from the latter contained
the lovely words "doop doop dudywadum shoo" or something
like that. Who knows, this must have been a foretelling
of "Do Wop" singing, along with "The Hut Sut Song". But
that was another band.
    Don't laugh, gang, novelty songs like these were big
hits in the Thirties and Forties, at least amongst the
"Mickey Mouse" bands that proliferated during the era of
The Big Bands. The term was used contemptuously, and
referred to the "clip-clop" syncopation of the rhythm
section and was similar to that heard as background
music in movie cartoons like Mickey Mouse.
    Yes we, too, had our musical differences back then.
Some people liked the "Mickey Mouse" bands, some
preferred "Gummy Lumbago and his Royal Canadian
Clubbers" and whole lot chose Glenn Miller, Benny
Goodman, Tommy Dorsey, Artie Shaw, to name a few. Sort
of like a choice between Snoop Doggy Dog and Metallica.

Ever a Bomber
-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
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>>From: Ken Neal (57)

Re: Ish Kabibble
To: Ray Gillette (49)
    Ish Kabibble, real name Merwyn A. Bogue, died just a
few years ago. Kay (Jerome Kern) Kyser died July 1985.
    You have a classmate Pat McCoy (55) who is one of
the largest dealers in old time radio shows in the
country. Anyone looking for one of these old shows,
including the Cinnamon Bear, should contact Pat at
McCoy's Recordings in Richland.

-Ken Neal (57)
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>>From: Tom Matthews (57)

Re: A few memories of Mr. Harvey
    I was a student in his 9th grade homeroom at Chief
Jo in the '53-'54 school year and he was a well liked
teacher. There was never a question about who was in
charge, he had a sense of humor, and made his classroom
one you wanted to be in. I recall his rule about not
leaning back in the one piece desk/chairs we had. Of
course, he did it all the time in an empty desk at the
back of the classroom and crashed to the floor once
which is why I suppose I remember the rule.
    I also remember him telling us more than once about
having a home (summer home?) on Fox Island in Puget
Sound, which I made sure to identify on the map of
Washington State we all had to make. As with most of my
school memories, I find it's not remembering specific
events, but the personality of the teacher and their
ability to be excited/interested in the subjects they
taught.
    Mr. Harvey certainly was a winner in that regard.

-Tom Matthews (57)
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>>From: Ed Borasky (59)

Re: Ish Kabibble
To: Ray Gillette (49)

From http://www.kaykyser.net/band.html website:

Ish Kabibble
    Everyone's heard the name, but from where? Ish
(Merwyn Bogue) got it from his comedy version of an old
Yiddish song, "Isch Ga Bibble" (loosely translated, it
means "I should worry?"), which he performed after
joining Kay in 1931. The public (and band) began calling
HIM Ish and the name stuck. Raised in Erie, Penn., the
fine cornetist developed the rural "Ish" character with
pudding bowl hair, who constantly interrupted the show
to recite nonsensical poems to a frustrated Kay,
becoming his on-stage comedy foil. But he was no dummy
offstage - he handled the payroll! Ish stayed with the
band 'til Kay's retirement. He then went on to a solo
career, sold real estate, and played Vegas with his fine
Dixieland outfit, The Shy Guys. LSU Press published his
autobiography written w/his sister in 1989. No book has
been published on Kay himself. Ish died shortly after
Ginny in 1994.

-Ed Borasky (59)
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>>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)

Re: music in fission city
To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)
    Ah, piano lessons, my teacher made it look so easy!!
    I first took piano lessons when I was a 3rd grader
at Marcus Whitman from the kindest little lady in the
world, Mrs. Jump. Her studio was the living room of a
tiny little prefab just across from the school. We went
through many of the John Thompson books, including
"Teaching Little Fingers to Play," (and what a title
that is today!! Am sure lambda or other pervs would pick
up on something like that, huh? Er... sorry, couldn't
resist!) After Mrs. Jump I had the wonderful experience
of taking lessons from Mrs. Carole Beardsley.
    Mrs. Beardsley told all of her students they were
talented or at least had "tremendous" potential. She
even got all the stuff together so we could make our own
records!! I still have a bright red 78 of me, the
artist, rendering several tunes, including "The American
Patrol March!" And the label is signed by me, the
artist, including my phone number: 55088 (I love that
number -- have never had a better phone number since!)
in case any one besides my parents would want a copy!! I
signed my first record in screaming, fuchsia ink --- Mrs.
Beardsley gave me this wonderful pen that at the mere
push of a button, could produce either pink, blue or
green ink!! Incentive for lots of practice, you see.
This tri-color wonder pen was used to embellish my Girl
Scout Handbook at about the same time (I still have that
little green book, with scribbles from many of you out
there.) Judy Morrill, if you are reading, remember our
fun duets ala Mrs. Beardsley and our fun in scouts and
band!! Later on I took even more lessons (my poor, well-
intentioned parents, still thought I had "potential")
from Julia Corten up on Wright Avenue.
    Then on to jr. high. Occasionally when Mr. Dunton's
very talented accompanists, like Sylvia Jackson, were
not available he'd call upon me to come down out of the
chorus and plunk myself in front of that very large and
very intimidating 8-foot grand!! I know my heart was
pounding and my hands were shaking and whenever I hit a
really bad clunker, Mr. Dunton would stop all rehearsal,
stare, not glare of course, over his glasses, say
nothing for what seemed like an eternity and when all
eyes were finally on me, he'd say something like, "May
we continue now, Miss Willigus??" (emphasis on the added
"i.") Don't know how long it took for my blushing to
subside but I do know that after many such experiences,
stage fright never was much of a problem.
   Another coin in the memory bank from Carmichael
Chorus, was standing on the very highest riser in the
Alto section one day. Girls, if you remember, we wore
those very, very long strands of "pearls." Well, as
fortune would have it, the string on my very long strand
of pearls broke during a very quiet interval in
rehearsing "You'll Never Walk Alone." (remember that
one?) The hundred or so "pearls" that spewed from the
strand around my neck never missed a riser, ricocheted
off every step to the stage floor!! I knew what was
coming as Mr. Dunton cut off the choir and searched the
Altos for the source of this fierce interruption. I just
covered my face with my hands -- and when I had the
courage to look, he did his very accomplished double
take back to me, stared over the glasses for an
unmercifully long time and then erupted in convulsions
of laughter!!! The entire choir joined in once they saw
Mr. Dunton really wasn't going to kill anybody, namely
me!!
    Well, thank you again, music teachers all -- I still
know most of the words to those 50s musicals, much to
the amazement of my kids and husband!! Ah, and the
piano, I'm thankful I can still tickle the ivories a
bit, at least when I have music in front of me and
lately find I have more time to practice in my
retirement.... maybe Nordstrom will get desperate some
Christmas and call me out of the choir.... nah!! Have to
keep this kind of talent hidden at home.

With memories of walking to piano lessons in the "sandstorm",
-Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
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>>From: John Northover (59)

Dupus Boomer Cartoons 1946 & 1947-1948

http://allgallery.tripod.com/0000s/Dupus.html

-John Northover (59)
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>>From: Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63)

To: Marjo Vinther Burt (77)
    Enjoyed your entry regarding the family cabin on
Eight Mile Island. Shortly after that there was a very
nice article in the Spokesman Review about the cabin and
the family reunion (I believe it was Sunday's paper.)
How nice to have such a bit of history in the family.

-Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63)
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>>From: Patti Spencer (65)

Re: Mr. Harvey
    Mr. Harvey was my all time favorite teacher. He
loved his work, kids and life. When I am in front of my
students I often think of Mr. Harvey. He inspired me to
become a caring, loving and accepting teacher. He will
be missed.

-Patti Spencer (65)
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>>From: Steve Piippo (70)

To: Mike Davis (74)
Mike,
    My observation having coached in junior high school,
high school and my own kids is parents want the best for
their kids. Some parents have a hard time watching a
'coach' try to coach or their kid not play. With the AAU
parent coaches every parent now can become a self
appointed coaching expert. My feeling is the word
'coach' is given to many, earned by few. Kids know who
the best players are. Hopefully coaches play kids, when
possible, and the kids compete while keeping the game
going or come out to receive coaching.
    Keep coaching, Mike!

-Steve Piippo (70)
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>>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)

    A wonderful woman named Kris Taylor taught my
children Band in grade school here in Cheney in 1992-94
or 1995. She then moved to the Tri Cities to teach band.
She may have taken back her maiden name, but I don't
think so. She had a little boy and was pregnant with her
second child when she moved down there (Kennewick?) to
be near her parents, following a heartbreaking divorce.
    She inspired both of my children to love and study
music, and is an excellent teacher. Kris had a special
trick for teaching my daughter (a drummer) how to read
music, something to do with football.... I'm sorry I've
lost touch with her. Perhaps some Sandstorm reader has
children or grandchildren who have been lucky enough to
have Kris as a teacher in the Tri Cities since 1995. I'd
sure like to hear from you.
    Did you know that children who study music or
foreign language for 4 or more years score an average of
150 points higher on the SAT, both math and verbal? The
premise is that learning foreign language (music
included) develops patterns in the brain which aids ALL
learning. Anyway, the SAT isn't the be-all, end-all of
knowledge testing, but it is something you need to do
well on if you plan to go to college in the U.S. If your
child has the opportunity to play a musical instrument
or learn Spanish (for instance), you should consider
this benefit in case you haven't been convinced by any
of the other touted advantages.
    I took 2 years of French at Chief Joseph. I can't
recall the teacher's name, but I know she was an
Austrian lady, fluent in German, English, and French,
maybe more! I was impressed with that. Twenty years
later, I took 3 years of Spanish in college. Everything
I'd learned about French helped me to easily learn
Spanish, even though 2 decades had passed. Entonces, yo
hablo espanol bastante bien, et je parle un peu francais
aussi. My children know smatterings of Spanish, French,
and German, but can read music fluently (unlike me). I'd
say we have all benefited from this exposure, in many
ways.
    The bottom line is, there are some parents, like
mine, who resist music and foreign language education
for their children as a waste of time. In the 1970s, I
wasn't allowed to take Band because my parents didn't
want to spend money on buying or renting an instrument.
In the 1990s, I taught Spanish to middle school kids
whose parents didn't want them to learn a foreign
language because everyone else in the world should learn
to speak English. HEADLINE - everyone else in the 1st
world DOES speak and write English better or at least as
well as most of OUR kids do. If we want to keep up,
we'll have to encourage our children/students to learn
another language and/or learn to read and perform music.
It is a never-regretted, always interesting, life-long
talent and source of pride. And that's all I have to say
about that...

-Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
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>>From: Kerry Steichen (74)

Re: Vacations!
    Returning from Packwood, WA (Home of the Largest
Flea Market in WA) and my parents' home (of 15 years),
this was "Family Weekend". The time that the Steichen
kids (9), in-laws, out-laws and grandkids come together
to catch up on life and share stories of our success and
improvements. Not all reside from Richland any more but
we are all within driving distance. We come to spend
much of the time walking up and down the mile stretch of
Packwood looking for that great buy, new vendor or
adding to our collection of collectibles that only one
might want. But much of the time is spent catching up on
life's adventures since the last time we were together.
The new additions to the family and all the new
adventures that our older kids are about to take on.
Most of all it is the time we share the warmth of family
and the opportunity to all be together again.

Re: Coaching!
    I was touched by fellow '74 grad the famous M. Davis
from Denny's and his story of shame. I would have loved
to see the parent's jaw drop or his stutter for words as
you left the court. I, too, have spent (and continue to
spend) my time coaching my 4 kids. I found that if you
spend the time at home working with your kids,
practicing the fundamentals they have a better
opportunity for success. If they are still having
problems with playing time, have the kid ask the coach
"what do I need to do to get more playing time?" Most of
the coaches will let them know what they need to work on
to improve their chances. Most of all parents need to
know that the coaches' kids will always play more than
other kids, if you accept that fact you will become less
frustrated. Aside from all the gifts that you get from
coaching the greatest thrill is having the kids come
back year after year and want to play on your team and
watching them develop into good kids. (At least you
thought so)

-Kerry Steichen (74)
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>>From: Candy Campbell (78)

Hello,
   My name is Candy Campbell and I went to Sacajawea,
Jason Lee, and Chief Jo, too. I have been trying to find
my old classmates from my school days would every much
like to see how a lot of them are doing and where they
are at now days. I quit school in October of the 9th
grade due to being pregnant and lost touch with all of
the ones I went to school with.
    I should have graduated in 1978. I grew up in
Richland, left home in 1976 but have returned hone off
and on for 25 years now I had found a few people I went
to school with but lost track of them in the last few
years. I miss everyone from my school days and would
love to hear from them and see what, where, and how they
all are doing. I now have 3 grown kids (who are all out
of school) and 2 beautiful granddaughters now, too.
    If anyone remembers me email me I would love to hear
from you all.

-Candy Campbell (78)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/7/00
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15 Bombers sent stuff:
Mary Triem (47), Richard Roberts (49),
Lois McCrarey (50), Dave Brusie (51),
Marilyn DeVine (52), Burt Pierard (59),
Ed Borasky (59), Janet Wilgus (59),
Kenny Wright (63), Deedee Willox (64),
Gail Setbacken (66), Brad Wear (71),
Peggy Hartnett (72), Marjo Vinther (77),
Kim Edgar (79)
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>>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47)

To: All you Bombers who are so good with the 40's music
    information (Ishkabble, etc.)
    I grew up with Kay Kyser's music and had a huge
crush on his male singer - now I can't even remember his
last name, (was it Babbit?), but his first name was
Harry. Can you help me? Also, what ever happened to him?

Thanks,
-Mary Triem Mowery (47)
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>>From: Richard Roberts (49)

To: Norma Culverhouse (49)
    I know why you are so anxious about those tee
shirts.  You always looked so good in one!

To: Ray Gillette (49)
Re: "Isch Ga Bibble"
    I enjoyed all of the history returned on the
Sandstorm. Very interesting. I do remember him on the
Kay Keyser show in Hanford, especially, as one writer
described, with his "pudding bowl hair". Kay Keyser was
also memorable. It's curious that a biography has been
written about Isch Ga Bibble, but not for the leader of
the "College of Musical Knowledge".

Bomber cheers,
-Richard Roberts (49)
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>>From: Lois McCrarey Trent (50)

Hi,
    I haven't received my shirt order either. Hope to
get a delivery date. Thanks and also a "High Five" for
all the effort put in by your Team on R2K.

-Lois McCrarey Trent (50)
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>>From: Dave Brusie (51)

To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)
    Yes, I knew Mrs. Brusie. She was my mother. She
lived in Kennewick. Mother passed away in 1978 in
Vancouver. She loved teaching you children, and I must
say that you all kept her young.

-Dave Brusie (51)
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>>From: Marilyn "Em" DeVine Dow (52)

To: Larry Mattingly (60)
    Your Fireworks really did put "the sky in bloom"
here in Palmer, AK at the State Fair. Even though I was
about 2 miles away, they looked great and, man, were
they LOUD!!! Great job! Thanks!! Sorry I didn't get over
there to meet you ---- have read so much about you (and
from you) here in the "paper".

To: folks in general
    I'll be heading "Out" early Saturday morning. It'll
be a long drive all by myself (Granddaughter and great-
grandson found a chance to fly out for something like
$25, so they'll do that). However, I have confidence in
my motor home (which is a big joke if you've heard about
my LAST drive out--but it can't be that bad twice, can
it!?!) and I think I'll be to Richland about the 14th.
    New phone # will be (509) 942-1350 [Maren--please
don't delete this, we aren't in the phone book yet.]
Address: 418 Adams.

Regards to each and all,
-Marilyn "Em" DeVine Dow (52)
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>>From: Burt Pierard (59)

TO: Ralph Myrick (51)
    The Fish 'n' Chips place was next door to the
Spudnut Shop (GWW side) and was named "Fission Chips"
complete with an atom on the left end of their sign. By
the way, I'm still looking for anyone who might have a
picture of the store front (of the Fission Chips) -
please email me if you have one.

Bomber Cheers,
-Burt Pierard (59)
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>>From: Ed Borasky (59)

Re: Fission Chips :-)
To: Ralph Myrick (51)
    When I moved to Richland in 1951, there was a fish
'n chips place next door to (or very close to, anyway)
the Spudnut Shop. It was called, quite appropriately,
"Fission Chips". I don't know what became of it, or
which store now occupies its location.

-Ed Borasky (59)
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>>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)

To: Ray Gillette (49)
    Just had to mention Ray, that way back in the early
60's when I was having another adventure away from my
sheltered existence in Richland, I was invited by a
sorority sister at the UW to stay at their place in the
rain forest of Quinault. Our entertainment was to go to
Ocean Shores (I think the only place to go for many a
mile) to have a wonderful dinner out and to hear a live
band. Yes, you guessed it, it was Kay Kizer and Ish
Kabibble. As I recall, we enjoyed it even though at the
time it was pretty far removed from anything we were
into in the late 50's, our heyday of early (and the
coolest!!) rock and roll and our limited introduction at
the time to modern jazz. I think when one lived in
Quinault, anything performing "live," off the great road
of the tree tunnels, was a treat!! After that weekend, I
welcomed the return to good old rainy, but hoppin' and
happenin', Seattle!!

-Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
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>>From: Kenny Wright 963)

re: to my dearest Emily,

    I reckon if I ever wanted to get my Ph.D. in human
anthropology I would have my Thesis already written-a
slam dunk (thanks Art D). I do not know much about
split-infinitives but I do know people. I know the good
side of the human race from my childhood in Richland. I
now know the other side of the human race from my life
experience after I left Richland and experienced the
world after Richland. We truly grew up in the Ozzie &
Harriet/Father Knows Best life of the 40s, 50s, and
early 60s of a world that ultimately did not exit in the
rest of mankind.
    I think we sometimes trivialize our life as Bombers.
We were a US Government experiment that was once in a
lifetime. The US Government will never be able to
duplicate such an experiment again even if they wanted
to. I am humbled when I think that I went through the
Richland School District with the sons and daughters of
the Best & the Brightest of the fathers and mothers that
the United States had to offer during the War & the Cold
War. Thanks Richland!
    The other day I was knocked down into my chair when
Emily (07), signed in on the Guest Book on Aug. 28th.
Our UNIQUE timeless experience of growing up in Richland
was reinforced when a 6th grader from Richland found our
site, announced with great youthful anticipation, the
vision of becoming a Bomber:
-------8/28 Guest Book Entry--------
>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:

>>From: Emily Clark (07)
Date: Mon Aug 28 13:41:44 2000

Cool Website! I'm looking forward to high school.

I'm not in high school. But I can't wait to be.
I am currently a 6th grader at Chief Jo Middle
School, but I can't wait until I can go to RHS!

GO BOMBERS!!!!!!!!

-Emily Clark (07)
-----end of Guest Book Entry-----

    I am not overtly religious by any means but I think
I can safely say at this point..... God bless us all....
the legacy continues.

-Kenny Wright (63)
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>>From: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)

To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
    I must have missed the story of why you have TWO
names.  Enlighten me, will you?

Re: "Three Little Fishes" by Kay Kyser
    Boop boop deedum daudum waudum choo. My mother used
to sing this song to us, but I didn't know where it came
from. I'm in water aerobics 3 days a week and our
instructor often gets us singing old songs as we work
out. And that is one of the songs we sing! Thanks for
the memory.

-Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)
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>>From: Gail Setbacken Carter (66

To: Gary Behymer (64)
Gary,
    I'm trying to find Dorothy Inghram. I think that is
how it is spelled. She lived on McPherson circle. I have
looked for in the classes but didn't see her name. I
think she would have been in the class of 61 or 62? She
had a older sister and a younger sister named Ruth. I
don't recall much more. She was a part of my childhood a
very sweet person.

-Gail Setbacken Carter (66)
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>>From: Brad Wear (71)

Re: Coaching
    I've been following the coaching issue with some
degree of interest. I was not going to comment, however,
after doing our final cuts for the varsity ice hockey
team two nights ago, I have been inundated with calls
from disgruntled parents. It never ceases to amaze me
how certain parents live vicariously through their
children.
    I can empathize with some of the parents that want
their children to make varsity, and actually play in a
game. This year our cost to play on either varsity or
j.v. is $850.00/player. This excludes equipment and
uniforms. Not cheap. The prime motivate for the parents
that called was not that their child was capable of
playing at the higher level, it was the fact that "I'm
paying $850.00 for my son/daughter to play and they
should be on varsity at that cost." If you asked the
players, they would rather play on J.V. and get playing
time, than be on varsity and get minimal ice time. This
is the fact most parents miss, IT'S FOR THE KIDS.
Several of the players whose parents called stated they
did not want to play on varsity yet, primarily due to
the physical aspect of varsity level play. Some finesse
players do not like to hit, or be hit. When the parents
found this out they couldn't accept that their child had
that view. In fact, several of them had not even
discussed it with them. Who's benefit was this call
really for? After seven years of coaching hockey I've
seen a lot, and it never ceases to amaze me how parents
view a marginal player as a super star. Beauty is truly
in the eye of the beholder.
    The AmericanHockey magazine in their Sept. issue is
dedicated to Fan Vs Fanatic, and how organizations can
cope with player-coach-official abuse. There are several
very good articles in the issue. We have had most of the
points in effect for several years, and our problems
have diminished significantly. One step the Southwestern
Bell High School Hockey Assoc. put into effect this year
is an off ice official will be in the stands to grade
the coaches, officials, and the fans. I think it is
going to improve the quality of the games significantly.
    The web site for USA Hockey is http://www.usahockey.com
    I think you can access the magazine on-line for the
code of conduct, and other suggestions.

-Brad Wear (71)
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>>From: Peggy Hartnett (72)

    It has been a long hot summer down here on the
Mexican border but not nearly as hot as some of those
nights seemed, working the phones at MiddlEarth. What a
time, what a place, what good people.
    I have several memories of many of us skinny dipping
in the river after we closed and heading out to (dare I
say it) Denny's, the old one -before your time, Mike.
Anyone remember that great older woman waitress, Jo-34-
she never would believe we had been skinny dipping.
    There was another place in Pasco called Positively
4th Street, which I remember as a bit of a retreat
during the weekend of "disturbances" in Volunteer Park -
that was a pretty nasty action as I recall. I was
looking through an old photo album the other day and you
are all there - Jeff - the day we braided your hair,
Mike talking seriously, Greg Van Kirk - making a point,
Janice Hutchinson, Patty Norton, Brian -- all eating, it
must have been that Thanksgiving dinner we did. I have
enjoyed seeing your names here, thinking about you,
hoping you all are well.

-Peggy Hartnett (72)
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>>From: Marjo Vinther Burt (77)

Re: Priest Lake
    Forgive me for going way off the Richland Bomber
path one more time, but since a few of you seemed
interested I thought I'd report that I just got back
from the family reunion at 8-mile Island. Had close to
150 relatives attend. Lots of fun, but in typical Priest
Lake style the weather was in control! Wind, rain, cold
- then beautiful sunshine and blue skies... for awhile.
Then wind and rain again! But no matter, we all had a
blast anyway! Two of my great aunts and one great uncle
were in attendance - ages 79, 89 and 91! Although all
three are still able bodied and sharp as a tack, the
event was very emotional for them - as this was the
place where they (and their other 3 siblings, parents
and numerous cousins -all long gone now) had spent all
their childhood summers. As auntie June said, there are
a lot of ghosts (happy memories) there. In the middle of
the activities we were entertained with a parade of
gorgeous Chris Craft boats - about 12 of them - led by
the Sheriff cruising through the channel.
    It was awesome! This is a Labor Day tradition up there.

To: Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63)
    Thanks for the heads up about the article in the
Spokesman! I didn't realize there was an article about
it. I will check it out on the internet!

To: Kay Mitchell Coates (52)
    Thanks for your memories of Priest Lake! I agree
with you that 8-mile island is the most perfect place on
the whole lake. And yes, the storms up there can be
incredible! I bet my Dad remembers Jim Low's Resort -
I'll ask him when he returns from the lake. Your
"adventure" in the Upper Priest sounds similar to other
stories I've heard told of that section of the Lake!
Every time we've ever gone up there I've had this creepy
feeling - not sure what it is about. It's just so "out
in the boonies" there, that if you have problems (like
you did) you can really get into trouble!

To: Danny Bowling (70)
    Small world! I can't picture your wife's family's
cabin right now, but I've obviously been past it many
times! Did your wife tell my Dad about it? I'm sure he's
run into some of her relatives in the past.
    And by the way - my Dad reports that over 1300
visitors signed the logbook for this summer! That's
incredible! Means we may be there for many more years to
come!

-Marjo Vinther Burt (77)
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>>From: Kim Edgar Leeming (79)

Re: Sweatshirts
To:  Norma Culverhouse King (49)
    I'm waiting for my shirt as well. Last Monday, I
spoke to Jana Sheehan with Canyon Ridge Designs. She
said she has completed the shirt orders and has passed
them on. She also said that there were several people in
charge of ordering them, one of them was "Kathy Hoff
Conrad". I'm not sure who the others were. Anyway, who's
ever in charge of sending them out is probably trying to
find time in their busy schedules to get them out,
hopefully, it will be soon, it's getting gray and cool
here in the Puget Sound Area.

Re: Music
    Does anyone remember learning to play the "Recorder"
(looks like a white plastic flute) I think in forth
grade? I think that's one instrument every student
learned to play, whether they wanted to or not. I
enjoyed it, I hope they still teach it, I'd like my son
to have the opportunity to learn to play it.

To: Candy Campbell (78WB)
    Welcome to the Sandstorm, I don't remember you, but
I hope you can find some old friends, do you remember my
brother "Gordy Edgar", he graduated in your class and we
both attended Chief Joseph Jr. High as well.

Bomber Cheers!
-Kim Edgar (79)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/8/00
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10 Bombers and one Bomber Mom today.
Ralph Myrick (51), Vera Rodda (52WB),
Mike Clowes (54), Tom Tracy (55),
Marlene Maness (57), Kay Conrad (60),
Peg Sheeran (63), Dave Miller (67),
Pam Ehinger (67), Peggy Roesch (71),
Wanda Janos (Bomber Mom)
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>>From: Ralph Myrick (51)

To: Ed Borasky (59) and Burt Pierard (59)
    I knew the Fisson Chip place was there somewhere. My
memory of it was when my dad and I went to eat there. I
had no idea what fish 'n chips were the first time we
went. As a matter of fact, it is probably the first time
I had tasted fish. We were frequent customers after
that.
    I don't have any pictures of it. I will ask around
and if someone has, I will send it to Maren.

-Ralph Myrick (51)
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>>From: Vera Rodda Simonton (52WB)

Re: Priest Lake
    Just read my friend Kay Mitchell Coates' (52)
memories of Priest Lake. Her family was always so kind
to include me and what fun we had! The best thing of all
is our friendship that has endured for 54 years. From my
first day at Mrs. Brown's 7th grade class at Sacajawea,
in a Quonset Hut, to now. We have shared so many
experiences personally and with our families. Richland
friends do last!!

-Vera Rodda Simonton (52WB)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

Re: Kay Kyser
    Harry Babbitt was Kay's "boy singer", the girl was
Ginny Sims.
    Golly, someone actually remembered some of the
nonsense words to "Three Little Fishes". Deedee Willox
Loiseau (64), wins the grand prize. Haven't figured out
what it is yet. Maybe free tickets to see Kay Kyser and
his "Kollege of Musical Knowledge", the K-K-K-Kenny from
Kortens' show, or a nice bowl of Cream of Mushroom Cloud
soup at Denny's.

Bombers Rule
-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
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>>From: Tom Tracy (55)

Nice to hear from you Emily.

My name is Tom Tracy... I was in the first class at
Chief Joseph as a 9th Grader... It was a wonderful new
building in 1951. Mr. Chisholm (who later became
Superintendent of Schools in Richland) was a fine
gentleman. Very tall and dignified. Our basketball coach
was Mr. Piippo. I loved playing on the Chief Joseph
Warriors basketball team and then on the Bombers team
later until graduation in 1955. I remember how honored I
was to be selected as the first Student Body President
of Chief Joseph Jr. High. I was so lucky to be going to
school with so many wonderful students and great
teachers. Also, I remember when we selected the colors
for the school teams... We at first thought that Green
and White were good ones... then even Black and
White.... but finally settled on Blue and Gold... with a
"C" blended on top of the "J"... I am glad the school
has re-opened... a few years ago, I recall it was
boarded shut when I visited.

You are so fortunate to be in the Richland Schools!...
They are among the finest in the land... RHS is my
favorite high school in America... I've seen lots of
them. I attended the University of Washington and
finished my Master's degree in Boston University.

I taught school in Boise Idaho for several years. then
became a principal, taught in college in Boston for two
years and coached college basketball... I give credit
for any successes I have had to the wonderful teachers
and schools in your hometown...!

I now own two aircraft / aerospace development,
manufacturing companies. We design, manufacture and sell
to Boeing, Airbus and lots of customers who own
corporate jet airplanes as well as airlines. One of our
best new customers is the President of The United States
airplanes. They are located at Andrews Air Force Base
near Washington D.C. I have only been on one of the
smaller planes... but they are the best planes in the
world... and very well cared for. I have 3 grown sons, 4
grand daughters in college, one grand daughter in the
4th grade a grand son in Middle School in Texas and one
grandson in college. My wife is from Colfax,
Washington... the home of our famous coach Art Dawald
(think the gym at Richland is named after him...he was
a wonderful coach and a good friend)... he helped me get
all my college expenses paid for at the Univ. of Wash...
because he was such a good basketball coach... I owe him
a lot. When you grow up... since you've been a student
at Chief Joseph... I'm sure you will be something famous
like perhaps the first lady President of the U.S. or
perhaps a senator or congresswoman. Maybe an
astronaut... or a pilot... or the hardest job of all...
a Mother or a Teacher...( our most important jobs in
America).

You will be traveling all over the world... and carrying
the wonderful tradition of Chief Joseph and Richland
Washington with you.... Best wishes for a wonderful year
at Chief Joseph... and thank you for writing to all of
us. Hope you find good coaches and teachers as you
complete your school work... Study hard. Be kind to
everyone you meet... and remember you are already an
"adopted" Bomber... and classmate... so be the best you
can be!!!...

Thank you for writing to all of us...and best wishes...

Your friend and Bomber classmate,
-Tom Tracy (55)
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>>From: Marlene Maness Mulch (57)

RE: Homemade Music
To: Carol Bishop Horne (57)
Hi Carol,
    It was kind of you to remember my accordion playing.
Larry Murphy (54) was my neighbor and teacher. Music
played a large part in many of our lives while we were
growing up. I imagine that is rarely the case these
days. We spent many an hour after the supper dishes were
done playing instruments and singing old Hank Williams
songs. (My accordion has absorbed a lot of campfire
smoke.)
    My mom (Wanda Maness, aka "Peanuts") loves music and
is in fact traveling the country now, playing the stand-
up bass in a bluegrass band!
    As for the accordion, maybe you've heard the old
saying, - "A Gentleman is someone who can play the
accordion, but doesn't".

-Marlene Maness Mulch (57)
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>>From: Kay Conrad Johnson (60)

To: Frank Whiteside (63)
    I remember Mr. Harvey as one of my favorite
teachers. He was my 6th grade teacher at Jason Lee. We
really liked getting him to tell us war stories --- we
could almost always get him side tracked into one.
    One of my friends and I were patrol girls and we
came back to class with Tangee lipstick on. It would get
darker pink the more you put on.... Anyway, He had us in
the back of the room scrubbing it off with comet!! Our
lips were redder than when we started. The friend, Ann
Wager, had moved back to Florida after 9th grade; came
back to celebrate our 18th birthdays together and we
went to Chief Jo to see him. We had a very pleasant
time.

-Kay Conrad Johnson (60)
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>>From: Peg Sheeran Finch (63)

To: Gail Setbacken Carter (66)
    Dorothy Ingram was our neighbor, directly behind us
in an A house. (We lived on Long). I don't think she
graduated, but I thought she was my age (class of '63).
I know she had to have many surgeries from her burn, and
had to miss much school because of it, but I never found
what happened to her either. Let me know if you find
out.

-Peg Sheeran Finch (63)
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>>From: Dave Miller (67)

To: Emajean Stone (63)

Hello to Emajean
    Nice to see you at Larry Coryell's (61) jazz gig in
the park. I have heard that Lou's donuts (which rated #3
in recent SJ Mercury poll) are made with potato flour
but i have not had the time to go check it out.

To: Bill Wingfield (67)
    Wish you could join Rick Maddy (67) and I on Maui
next weekend, we will send a picture hopefully of the
two of us doing nothing at all but checking out how the
problem of string bikinis and sand are causing major
problems in the reproduction of sand crabs.

Re: About Mr. Harvey
    Didn't his son also die in the fire? We had a
science club and used to put on magic shows. I always
liked Mr. Harvey and his family and I can't remember the
son's name. My parents told me about the Harvey's
getting killed in the fire at Wallowa and I couldn't
believe it. I went to Camp Wallowa twice with the Boy
scouts and once with the Dosset family. Sam and I were
good friends and did a bit of hunting mainly after jack
rabbits and once in a while with his Dad after ducks.

To: Rick Maddy (67)
    See you next week.

-Dave Miller (67)
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (67)

To: Brad Wear (71)
Brad,
    $850/player?????EEEEEGAAAADDDSSSS!! I'm sure glad my
son didn't go to your school, as he would have never
played any sports! As it was he played Soccer, Football,
and Baseball. He was MVP in Football in his 9th grade
and his Senior year. I'm very proud of him. But we were
lucky there were no fees then to play spots in his
school, Okanogan High School. I feel for the parents
that have good sports players and who could make the
Varsity Team, but can't afford it.

Bomber's Rule
-Pam Ehinger (67)
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>>From: Peggy Roesch Wallan (71)

RE: The Recorder
To: Kim Edgar Leeming (79)
    Yes, we music teachers do teach the recorder (name
comes from the Italian "ricordi"). Most schools teach
just the soprano size (and, thankfully, the quality of
the plastic recorders has improved greatly over the
years, a boon when you have to disinfect 30 of them in 5
minutes for the next class to use). I start my 3rd
graders on the sopranos, add the tenor (two sizes
larger, but uses same fingering) in the 4th grade. In my
5th grade classes, we graduate on to the sopranino (a
couple inches shorter), the garklein (about 6" long),
and the bigger ones, the alto, and the bass (about 3'
long with a diameter of about 2". (I tell my kids that
when I win the lottery I'll buy myself a contra bass and
a great contra bass (each costs about $2500-$4000 for
the ones I want). We do consort (part) music of the
renaissance mostly, folk music, and some modern composed
student pieces, along with some percussion
accompaniment.
    Unfortunately, my school district continues
spreading me thinner and thinner and thinner (although
I'm not getting any thinner, ha ha) and I'm able to do
less and less with the classes. But I'm trying to plug
away with it all because I'm convinced of the value of
it. I could go on at great length but I'll save that for
my sermon before the school board.
    (Actually --- my musical experience in Richland
elementary schools (Spalding and Jason Lee) consisted of
marching into the music room, sitting in a chair,
singing songs from a book, and then marching out --no
musical instruments -- unless one joined orchestra,
which I did, playing the flute. There was no attraction
for me at the time. But later in life I discovered the
joy of music, and here I am now, 800+ students and
having a ball. Except with school administrators. That's
another story.)

Viva la musica,
-Peggy Roesch Wallan (71)
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>>From: Wanda Janos (Bomber Mom)

To: Maren or Gary...
    There have been many Kay Kayser memories. Now the
rest of the story..... Many of us still enjoy hearing
his addition to our town..... The last concert here he
DONATED his BABY GRAND PIANO to us. When we see the
symphony etc. in Richland we are enjoying a bit of Kay
Kayser. Tony Padilla (a grad) will be joining the
orchestra concert October 14 playing Beethoven again.

Come join us...
-Wanda Janos (Bomber Mom)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/9/00
Dateline: Butte, MT  5:40am MDT
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8 Bombers and 1 funeral notice today.
Norma Culverhouse (49), Barbara Seslar (60),
Helen Cross (62), Sherri Ward (63),
Gail Setbacken (66), Pam Ehinger (67),
Brad Wear (71), Jenny Smart (87)
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>>From: Norma Culverhouse King (49)

To: Richard (49)
    Thanks. But things have changed (or should I say
shifted). The T-shirts are for my boys who couldn't make
it to the R2K reunion. Now they are the ones looking
good in a T-shirt. Not to leave my daughter out but she
bought her own since she was able to attend the reunion.

To: John Adkins (62
    Thank you for the quick response. I am in no hurry.
Just didn't want my order to get lost.

-Norma Culverhouse King (49)
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>>From: Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60)

To: Kay Conrad Johnson (60)
    I tried to send you an email to the address listed
in September 8 Bomber newsletter and got an error
message. I was wondering if you attended the 1960
Reunion this summer? If you did, I missed you. Are you
still in Richland? I had a good visit with Phyllis Monk
Brooks.

-Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60)
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>>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62)

To: Kay Conrad Johnson (60)
    I remember a similar incident when I was in 6th
grade at Spalding. Mr. Clair Karlson was our teacher. We
were in a little talent show and felt so smug going back
to class wearing lipstick!! Mr. Karlson didn't make us
use comet, but he made us scrub it all off. And we
thought we had pulled a fast one on him. One of the
bitter sweet memories of childhood in our beloved Bomber
land.
    One of my cohorts in the crime of trying to pull a
fast one and bend the school rules a little, was Carol
Rice. She and I have remained friends over the years,
and finally made it to Holland together in l999. Then
she and her husband, Gary brought the tulips she and I
had bought over there to my house this fall so I could
plant my share of the bulbs. We always laugh and enjoy
being together now, as we did then, back in the good old
days of our youth in Bomber land.

-Helen Cross Kirk (62)
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>>From: Sherri Ward Johnson (63)

RE: Priest Lake

All you Priest Lake alums
    Does anyone know where Susan Brands (63 WB) is? I
was lucky enough to go to Priest Lake with her family
for a delightful weekend once and thought it was
wonderful. I'd love to hear from her but haven't heard
since college.

-Sherri Ward Johnson (63)
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>>From: Gail Setbacken Carter (66)

To: Peg Sheeran Finch (63)
    Your brother, Mike, was in my class. I still can see
my sister and I cutting through your back yard on the
way to school. You had huge Mulberry trees. We tried not
to step on the berries, can't have purple on our white
tennis shoes! Did you have a girlfriend that lived
towards Thayer? I miss the alley we had behind our
house. We used to ride our bikes for hours back there.
Do you recall some old cars back there? That is where I
had my first pretend driving lessons.
    I hope I can find Dorothy. I called the church that
they used to attend, maybe they will have something.
    Did you ever play in circle on McPherson? All those
games of "Hide and Seek" and "Red Rover, Red Rover" I can
still hear us screaming out there. I like to know how
many kids lived on our block. There was quite a few. I
don't see children playing like that any more. I hope
some where they are.

-Gail Setbacken Carter (66)
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (67)

Dear Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54);

    I still sing The Three Little Fishes song and I
drive the gals at work nuts when I do as then they have
it stuck in there minds and hum along!! Did Kay Kyser do
the song Mares eat oats, Goats eat oats and little lambs
eat ivy? Or do you remember that one? It's right up
there with the Fish song!

Bombers Rule
-Pam Ehinger (67)
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>>From: Brad Wear (71)

To: Pam Ehinger (67)
Pam,
    We are not UIL sanctioned so we have to pay for
every associated cost that goes along with the sport.
Last year the High School Hockey League (Dallas Stars)
bought our ice time, one hour per week, and eleven of
the eighteen practices were at 4:45am. That was hard on
everyone in the league. This year it is "survival of the
quickest" in that each team is responsible for their own
ice time. Ice costs $250/hour, on average, we signed a
long term contract with a local rink for 3 hours a week
at $225/hour. There's the cost. Some teams have
purchased only one hour a week, others have purchased
five hours a week. We think $850/players is great. I've
coached travel teams that the cost for the season was
$3,500/ player. It's an expensive sport. When a player
steps on the ice they usually have, depending on the
quality of their skates, anywhere from $400-$800 worth
of equipment on. Goalie's are upwards of $2,000. There
are 26 varsity, and 24 JV teams in our local league,
with similar sized leagues in Austin, and Houston. At
each game there is approximately $22,000 worth of
equipment on the ice at one time. It would be nice if
the school district paid for the associated expenses,
but the teams are not sure they want to give up their
control of the league. Several local private schools
paid for uniforms and league fees last year. I'm sorry
to say they were held in contempt by the other teams, as
all the other players had paid their own way for
equipment, and fees.

-Brad Wear (71)
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>>From: Jenny Smart Page (87)

RE: Mr. Harvey
    Does anyone know if this Mr. Harvey that you're all
talking about is any relation to the Mrs. Harvey that
taught at Jason Lee in the early/mid-70s? She taught
1st grade while I was there. And if so, anyone know
where she is now? Just curious.

-Jenny Smart Page (87)
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Funeral notice scanned from September 8
TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins (66)

~ Terrence Grob ~ Class of 1976 ~

http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/10/00
Dateline: Chelan, WASHINGTON!!!!  12:20am PDT
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8 Bombers sent stuff:
Gus Keeney (57), Myrna Branum (57),
Cheryl Rew (62), Patti Keeney (63),
Vernita Edwards (65), Bill Wingfield (67),
Betti Avant (69), Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Gus Keeney (57)

RE: R2K shirts

Maren,
 Could you please forward this to the "Appropriate People"?

To: The R2K Shirt committee
    I was wondering when I will receive the shirt &
sweatshirt I ordered from the re-union. All the 3XL
shirts were gone when I went to pick up my pre ordered
stuff. I was told to go over to the Shirt ordering table
and re-order them which I did.

Thanks,
-Gus Keeney (57)
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[Gus -- Since I'm not sure WHO to send this to, maybe
somebody in the Sandstorm will know. -Maren]
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>>From: Myrna Branum Willard (57)

To: Pam Ehinger (67)
    I always sang "mares eat oats and does (female deer)
eat oats and little lambs eat ivy"... I'm sure there are
many ways to sing these songs - the words sound queer
and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivvy.
Right? I don't remember if I've ever seen the words in
print. My mom used to have tons of sheet music stashed
in our piano bench. So much fun.
    I was singing one of these nonsense songs once in
college that I had learned in kindergarten and it
finally became clear that I had learned the words as a
five year old "a sall" (whatever that was). Actually the
words were "us all". It was When Papa Put the Paper on
the Wall. Bet you've never heard of that one.

-Myrna Branum Willard (57)
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>>From: Cheryl Rew Gale (62)

Re: Mrs. Harvey
To: Jenny Smart Page (87)
    Yes, the Mrs. Harvey who taught first grade in Jason
Lee in the mid-seventies was indeed the wife of the Mr.
Harvey who died in the fire. She was our son Rick's
first grade teacher there from 1974-75. She taught a few
more years and then retired. When I tried to get in
touch with her a few years later, she had an unlisted
number. I am not sure if she is still in this area or
not.
    I do not know if she had a son that died in that
fire. I've never heard that.

-Cheryl Rew Gale (62)
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>>From: Patti Keeney (63)

Re: Honoring parents..
    Today is the 67th wedding anniversary of our
parents, Gladys and Raymond. Remarkable! They both have
Alzheimer's - ages 88 and 92 respectively, but still know
one another and are living contentedly in a care home
here in Forest Grove, OR. Our family will be together
(with exception of Missy (59) who is attending the
Club40 Bomber reunion) to enjoy them and to appreciate
our good fortune in having such sweet parents.

-Patti Keeney (63)
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>>From: Vernita Edwards Loveridge (65)

    I have really enjoyed reading the Sandstorm...and
bring it up almost every morning... some mornings I
chuckle to myself, and some mornings I find myself
wiping away tears as the memories bring back even more
poignant memories on my part.  My brother, Clif (68) was
as excited about Sandstorm as I was when Susan Hurst
(65) told me about it.

To: Kenny Wright (63)
    I absolutely agree with you about how lucky our
childhood was in Richland and have termed it a
"government experiment" many times in explaining it to
friends. My parents, and later Clif and myself, all
realized how blessed we were to receive the education we
did. Susan told me she went by our house on Hunt Street
during the 65 reunion and that it looks almost the same.
The last time I was there it looked just as I
remembered, I had only to go in through the front door
and upstairs to my bedroom. I was really tempted to
knock on the door, and ask the owners if the silver
dollar was still imbedded in the hearth on the family
room. I remember my father and grandfather were so proud
of building the family room, and that was how they
memorialized it.

    I was sorry to read of the death of Mr. Meek.... we
used to love taking the skiing trips to Spout Springs
that left from BB&M on frosty mornings. Whenever I smell
diesel fumes, the bus trips pop right into my mind.
    Again... how lucky we were... truly a Ozzie &
Harriet experience!

To: Marlene Maness Mulch (57WB)
    Our folks were best friends... your mom taught a lot
of my friends how to dance... and I used to love to
watch your mom and dad dance.... they were so smooth!
Occasionally I got to "dance" with your dad, Duke, and
how wonderful he was! Mom passed away the end of January
this year... very quickly... as she would have wanted
it. She was such a strong role model for me... I thank
her for her inspiration. Without her example, I'm sure I
would not have accomplished what I have. I can just see
Wanda playing that bass and enjoying every minute of it!
Please let me know what part of the country she's in as
I would love to see her! Does she still paint? Two of my
proudest possessions are paintings she did of old wagon
wheels buried in the desert that she gave Dad for his
birthday when I was 12.

-Vernita Edwards Loveridge (65)
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>>From: Bill Wingfield (67)

To: Dave Miller (67) & Rick Maddy (67)
    I am jealous of the 2 of you. I wish I could be
there in Maui with you to study the Bikini problem and
how it is affecting the reproduction capability of sand
crabs. I know this is a problem that the 2 of you should
be able to figure out. It is a great service to mankind
the 2 of you are performing.  :-)

-Bill Wingfield (67)
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>>From: Betti Avant (69)

To: Jenny Smart Page (87)
    Yes, Jenny, Mrs. Harvey whom you had in first grade
is Mr. Harvey's widow. When I was at Jason Lee she
taught third grade, but when they had a need for first
grade teachers she dropped to that level. They lived on
Perkins (the 1400 block) and had a son who graduated in
'67, a daughter who graduated in '68, and another son in
'70. Both my younger brother Howard (72) and I (69) had
her for third grade. Are you any relation to Mike Smart
who graduated with me?

RE: recorders
    When I was in the fourth grade at Jason Lee I too
took recorder from Miss Just at the same time I was
taking violin lessons. My recorder was not plastic, but
as I remember it was made of wood. Unfortunately, I
never played after that year. I did continue violin
through the sixth grade however. I only wish I had done
something more with my music. I did take piano in Jr.
High and some in High school. I still love music, but
basically just to listen to. I like to sing, but I have
a lousy voice. Miss Just retired after I got out of
grade school, but it was she who instilled the love of
music in me. I was always in glee club and our school
shows (at least in grade school) none after that. Oh,
well, music is fun.

-Betti Avant (69)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)

Okay, all you old Jason Lee Alumni:
Do you remember these teachers:

Lily Peterson (principal - When they designed an
elementary principal they used her for the mold!)

Bill Hinchcliffe (principal - he played basketball with
kids after school -traveled all over the court! What
could you say, he was the principal!)

Mrs. LeClair (8 ft. 4 in. Kindergarten teacher - scare
the bejeezes out of me)

Mrs. Bussell (reminded me of the wicked witch from
Wizard of Oz),

Mrs. Thomas (always stay with us in music, this lady
could sing!!)

Mrs. Meigs (sp) (took recess away from my whole class
because I was bouncing the ball in line. I was
everyone's favorite that day!)

Mrs. Hoglen (one of my all-time favorites, always wanted
to know what was going on in your lives.)

Ms. Morn (the rose amongst the thorns, red hair about a
mile high!)

Mr. Ross (could snap his fingers and break the sound
barrier! White long sleeve shirt and tie everyday!!!)

Mrs. Hughes (had the great first name - Mavis!)

Mr. Weston (a white Fat Albert)

Mrs. Fulkerson (sp) (later a counselor, I think)

Mr. Hall (wasn't afraid to be a kid )

Mr. Perryman (could knock a softball out of sight, a
hack from him would knock your eyes out of socket!)

Mr. Chambers (later Superintendent of Sunnyside S.D.)

Mr. Davis (PE - as a kindergartner I always thought he
was the guy on the Wheaties box)
[BETCHA this would be Rex Davis - Class of '49 Bomber!  -Maren]

Mrs. Just (music - Pre-Wonder bra era!!!)

Mrs. Hammack (music after Mrs. Just)

Mr. Sherman (art) (A Wally Cox Double?)

The cook with the "I Love Lucy" red hair!

Who was the librarian?
and..
Mrs. Horning, Mrs. Crass, Mrs. Hartman, Mrs. Boston,
Mrs. Jessen, Mrs. Harvey, Mrs. Joice, Mrs. Montoya,
Mrs. Underhill

Did I leave any out, Lori?
Didn't it seem like all those teachers were there for
hundreds of years? All wonderful people!

-Mike Davis (Jason Lee Class of '68) -- (74)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/11/00
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18 Bombers sent stuff:
Marilyn Richey (53), Mike Clowes (54),
Bonnie Beardsley (56), Vera Smith (58),
Irene Smith (59), Missy Keeney (59),
Judy Willox (61), Frank Whiteside (63),
Patty de la Bretonne (65), Lynn-Marie Hatcher (68),
Betti Avant (69), Pam Pyle (69),
Marti Jo Drewery (71), Sheila Davis (71),
Debra Upington (82), Denise Nelson (84),
Traci Dancer (86WB), Jenny Smart (87)
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)

    I was at the Club40 reunion [Sept. 8, 9, 10, 2000]
and met Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) - A very
interesting guy. I don't remember him in the class of
'54 and other people who met him said he wasn't in the
annual. Then someone said he was in the class of '55
instead of '54. I was going to ask him but he got called
away before I could as him. Please answer this, Bob aka
Mike, please.

-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

To: Pam Ehinger (67)
    It is highly possible that Kay Kyser did record
"Mairy Doats" (to give it the correct spelling). It was
one of those songs that bands of his kind did record. I
thought I might have other information on it, but the
memory banks drew a blank this time.
    I did, however find the correct spelling (?) for the
words in the chorus of "Three Little Fishes". All I have
to do now is convince the spell checker that these words
really exist:
    "Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!" (repeated
three times). A warning to you youngsters not to try
this at home unless you are a licensed, professional.

    I would like to take this time to publicly thank the
Club40 crew for a fine weekend. But a question on many
minds was "Where's Tom Tracy ('55)? Thought he was going
to be here?, etc., etc."
    Yeah, Tom!  After all, it was your class's forty
fifth.  If Pete Hollick, Dave Forrest, Tom Graham, AND
Roger E. Meyers, to say nothing of Ted Neth could get
there?  And I will not mention the disappointed ladies,
as it would be unseemly.

Onward Bombers!
-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
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>>From: Bonnie Beardsley Sandahl (56)

To: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
    Your piano teacher, Carol Beardsley, really did know
that you had "piano potential". She told the truth as
she saw it.
    She cherished the time that she spent teaching piano
lessons to her Richland students. Your lessons were
learned on a baby grand piano that she had sent from the
East Coast (Washington, D. C.), a piano that had "Stieff
works in a Steinway model" as she described it. She had
the piano tuned frequently so that her students would
always hear the right sound when they touched the keys.
(As for my own playing and my Dad's playing, it would
not have mattered how often the piano was tuned. It
mattered to her for the sake of her students, however.)
She eventually became President of the Washington State
Music Teachers Association and hosted many events and
music teachers in Richland.
    Please keep tickling those ivories. It is both your
special talent and a part of our Richland heritage. Our
unique town allowed us to focus on memorable experiences
like piano lessons and other after-school lessons like
those taught at Rosie Stroup's dance studio.

-Bonnie Beardsley Sandahl (56)
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>>From: Vera Smith Robbins (58)

    Kathy Hoff Conrad (64) was in charge of the R2K and
she would know who to get the T shirts from.

-Vera Smith Robbins (58)
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>>From: Irene Smith Goodnight (59)
To: Betty Avant (69)
    I went to Jason Lee too, and remember Mr. Harvey,
although I didn't have him for a teacher. I thought he
was really neat on playground duty, even though he was a
teacher, he was like one of us kids. Everyone respected
him.
    I started violin with Miss Just, after begging my
mom for two years to let me switch from piano to violin.
She (Mom) wanted me to get enough piano under my belt
first, and she was teaching me piano, which to this day
I don't recommend a parent teaching their own child! But
she was right, in my case, as I never lost my love for
the violin, after WISHING for it so hard for SO long!!!
Plus, I got enough piano expertise to be able to use it
a lot in my career of performing and teaching violin
today.
    After Miss Just, I had Mr. Rickey, then Mrs. Coehlo,
and at EWSC, Mr. Mutchnik. I thank them all for
instilling my lifetime love for the violin, and for
INSISTING that I use good form! I think of one or the
other of them all the time when I am teaching, and try
to be as demanding of my students as they were of me.
There is no other way in learning an instrument, you
have to get it right!
    Also, Mr. Pappas, though not a string teacher, was
excellent and contributed a lot to my music training.
Especially the class we did in opera ~ "La Boheme" ~ I
will never forget it, and my appreciation of opera today
definitely came from that senior year in orchestra.
    You can pick up the violin anytime - I have students
of all ages, and there's nothing greater than to wake up
to the joy of music as an adult when you've "always
wanted to do it." I admire my senior students very much,
and feel their choice to learn to play in their later
years will contribute to their continuing sharpness of
mind as the years roll by ...

To: Mike Davis (74)
    One day Mrs. Lily Peterson, The Principal, walked by
me in the library and looked over my shoulder to say,
"You have such pretty handwriting." As of that moment,
it got even better!

-Irene Smith Goodnight (59)
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>>From: Missy Keeney Baker (59)

Re: Mares eat oats
To: Pam Ehinger (67)

"A kid'll eat ivy too, wouldn't you?"

How much space in the human brain is occupied by stupid
lyrics?

-Missy Keeney Baker (59)
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>>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61)

Re: R2K Shirts
To: Gus Keeney (57)
Gus, and All others looking for shirts,
    It is my understanding from talking to John Adkins (62)
yesterday when I picked up my picture, that Kathy Hoff
Conrad (64) now has the shirts on hand and they should
be going out pretty soon here. I believe that she is the
one that you would want to contact about this matter.
I feel certain that she could answer your questions as to 
when you can expect them.
    Also, John and Burt [Pierard-59] were very busy
stuffing manilla envelopes yesterday with those
beautiful R2K pictures that we ordered back when, so all
of you looking for those will be seeing them real soon
now. All of you that didn't order one; boy, do I feel
sorry for you!!!! *G*!!!! They are really beautiful!!!!
Ya might want to check with John Adkins and see if you
might snag an extra one if there are any left. I think
he said that there were a few. They are well worth the
price!!

To: All Bomber Alumni
    Please join me in welcoming home to Chelan our
beloved Queen of the Sandstorm, Maren, and wish her the
best of luck in her new dwellings. (That really are
actually old dwellings! *G*) I, for one, am glad to see
that she has made it back home safe and sound!!! Welcome
home to Washington, Maren!!!! And God bless ya for never
even missing one issue of our eagerly awaited paper
every morning through all of the trials of a move on
your part!!! You truly are a blessing to us all!!!

Bomber Cheers to All,
-Judy Willox Hodge (61)
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>>From: Frank Whiteside (63)

Re: Mr. Harvey's family
    I wanted to let those who responded to my original
article about Mr. Harvey know that his son, Alan, and
daughter, Judy, live in the Seattle area, and his wife
(who taught many of you) and other son, Bryan, live in
the Black Hills area of South Dakota. I'm not sure who
the other young man who passed away was, but it was
apparently not one of his sons as someone had stated in
a recent article.

Re: da peas/State basketball tournament
    On another subject, did anyone relate any stories
about "Da Peas" (as Mike Ditka would say) or the State
Basketball Tournament?
    I remember working during the summer in the Walla
Walla pea canneries -- the routine was work 12 hours,
beer, sleep, then back to work with an occasional payday
which meant more beer!
    The State Basketball Tournament was always a blast,
but for some obvious reason I don't remember much about
it except that when we left the better hotels (after
running out of money) we ended up in a classy joint
called the Hampstead Arms for a couple of dollars a day.
I think we even made it to the tournament a time or two.
    Someone may have mentioned these things before I
signed on in May. Does anyone out there actually
remember anything about these things? Are the Peas and
the tournament still a big RHS tradition? By the way,
did girls work in the peas, too, or was it just a guy
thing?

-Frank Whiteside (63)
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>>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65)

To: Mike Davis (74)
 Ok, then there was Miss Whitehead, a sweet lady, Mrs.
Laney, Miss Gravelle, Miss Schotz, Miss Feckenstein my
beloved kindergarten teacher for half the year, Mrs.
Russell for the 2nd half, Mrs. Truman 1st grade, Miss
Meade we called her Miss Meatball behind her back but
she went to my church so I had to be careful, and last
but not least, Mrs. Brown! Yes, I'm sure Mr. Davis was
Rex, the trampoline champ! And you're right about the
principal. thanks for the memories.

-Patty de la Bretonne (65)
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>>From: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)

Re: Lewis & Clark teachers
    Okay, Mike Davis (74) listed the Jason Lee teachers,
so my turn for Lewis & Clark. Come on and chime in, all
you other Lewis & Clarkers --- I'm only going to list
the ones I had.

Kindergarten: Miss Hosack (Nice teacher, but my Mom
still had to stay with me the first two weeks of school,
I was so scared to be left there alone. I totally
freaked out on the day Mom finally left me -- did
something unbelievable for me... kicked poor Miss Hosack
in the stomach when she was trying to take me out of
Mom's arms. Took me years to believe she forgave me for
that.)

1st Grade: Mrs. Rada Lund, about whom we've already had
extensive discussion, since her photo was in the paper
several months ago. (Maren, do you still have the
website link for that photo??) [Lynn-Marie, Sorry. Can't
locate it :-( ]

2nd Grade:  Mrs. Carey -- young and perky with shiny,
short dark hair.

3rd Grade:  Mrs. Klauser -- wore her hair long, and
rolled up on the sides in the style of the WWII.  Always
wore flowery dresses with full skirts, and lots of
costume jewelry and perfume.  We thought she was SO
glamorous!

4th Grade: Mrs. Roppe -- man did this lady scare me to
death. She was not exactly what you would call "warm".
(This is the year that we were all divided into separate
reading groups. Each 4th grade teacher took either the
high, medium, or low readers. I was in Mrs. Fievez (Fee-
Vay) group.)

5th Grade: Mrs. Puderbaugh -- my older sister had her,
and they didn't get along well at all. The first day of
school, Mrs. Puderbaugh asked me if I was Sally
Hatcher's little sister. I said yes. That was a mistake.
I was intimidated by her all year long. But I sure
memorized a lot of poetry in that class --- and boy,
could she ever read a story out loud and make it come to
life.

6th Grade: Mr. Neidhold -- later to be the driver's ed
teacher for both my sons. He was so cool. Just a great,
caring teacher.

PE -- Rex Davis (49). He brought a TV to school for the
world series when I was in 6th grade (all day games in
1961, as I recall), and ran a long, long, long extension
cord down the 6th grade hallway and out the door. We
were theoretically playing kickball or something, but
most of us hung around watching the world series with
him for that hour of PE. That was my first exposure to
pro baseball --- and my love for the sport has grown
ever since.

Library -- Mrs. Hogan. She was very gentle and sweet. I
can remember the EXACT layout of the Lewis & Clark
library. I remember when she turned me on to
biographies. And I always thought it was just way beyond
cool how she could read books UPSIDE DOWN. (Of course,
at the time it never occurred to me that she had read
"Blueberries for Sal" probably 4,000 times by then, and
had the whole book memorized.) I am still a voracious
reader --- she probably had something to do with that.

Art -- Mrs. Balesteri. Tiny, wizened woman who scared
EVERYTHING out of me. I thought she looked like a witch.
I am not artistic. She liked artistic kids. We didn't
get much praise for doing our best --- only for
producing "quality" art (of which I was incapable.) I
think she should have been teaching at a higher level
than grade school.

Music -- Mrs. Teats. She taught us the Washington State
Song -- "Washington My Home". I ran into her a year ago
in the grocery store, and told her I still remembered
the words. We had a little duet, singing it together
right there is Food Pavilion. She also let us all take
turns with the instruments, and even check them out
overnight or for the weekend. I STILL want to buy an
autoharp!!!!!

Okay, your turn!
-Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
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>>From: Betti Avant (69)

Re: Jason Lee teachers
Hello to Mike Davis (74),
    You don't know me but I bet you remember my brother
Howard (72)?! Quite a few of the teachers at Jason Lee
you mentioned were there when I was (I graduated in 69).
    Back in the early 80s I had returned to Richland
after my discharge from the Army. I was working for Drs.
Pettee and Field at Tri-City Orthopedic and Fracture. I
was at the front desk asking the receptionist something
when Mr. & Mrs. Ross were there. It was strange as I had
Mr. Ross in the 5th grade (61-62) and like I said this
was the early 80s. Mrs. Ross looked at my name tag and
said, "You went to Jason Lee and have a twin brother
don't you?" What I thought was even stranger was I had
had him not my brother and she was not even a teacher
there. Talk about a small world. I had some great
teachers growing up; Mrs. LeClair, Mrs. Hartman, Mrs.
Harvey, Mrs. Duncan, Mr. Ross, and Mr. Gunvaldson. Not
to mention Mrs. Peterson as Principal, Miss Just for
music, and Mr. Rex Davis (49) for PE. He left for W.S.U.
after I got out of grade school where he taught P.E. and
coached gymnastics. I always loved his class.
    Well, here's to Jason Lee teachers.

-Betti Avant (69)
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>>From: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)

RE: RECORDERS
    Someone mentioned the recorder the other day,
describing it as a white plastic instrument. Betty
Avant's (69) description of a wooden recorder solidifies
my notion (again, from the cobwebs of my mind) that the
white plastic instrument about which the first entry
mused was a "flutophone," and NOT a recorder. I, too,
had one of the aforementioned heavy white plastic things
(with dark red trim, as I recall). Purchased it in
Richland someplace uptown, but cannot recall where. (How
many places could one really purchase a musical
instrument in Richland, anyway?!) My music teacher at
Lewis & Clark, whose face I can still see but whose name
has escaped me for the moment, got a bunch of us kids
interested in a flutophone chorus. If it ever
materialized, I don't recall it. Which says something
about my attention span in those days. (Teats - that was
her name. Mrs. Teats. Nice lady. Tons of enthusiasm and
wonderful sense of humor. Good thing, too. You can just
imagine what the elementary grade MALES did with that
last name!) Anyway, the instrument was something of a
cross between a flute and a saxophone; hence, the name
"flutophone." It LOOKED and sounded like a short
clarinet.
    This and other recent entries brings back other
memories of the MANY opportunities we all had for music
and art education in Richland. I "studied" piano for
several years, as did my sister before me, at the
insistence of our parents. Neither of us plays today--
not really, anyway -- although the piano is still a
favorite instrument; and, fortunately, the baby grand in
my living room DOES get played by my son, Chris, whose
interest continued even BEYOND those awful lessons and
practice sessions of elementary years. I WANTED to
"study" and play the cello, but my mother felt that was
pure folly, given my obvious lacking in commitment to
the piano.
    The IMPORTANT thing about the music education we
were offered, I think, is that we had the OPPORTUNITIES.
During elementary school, I had my hands on percussion
instruments, the piano, a zither (anybody remember
those?), the autoharp, the aforementioned flutophone,
and some hand bells. We sang and listened to, and
performed (ugh!) show music, folk music, classical
music, and what was then popular, as well. We learned
square and folk dances from the Virginia Reel to the
Horah to the Minuet. And in high school -- oh, that
God awful freshman P.E. year(!) -- we learned ballroom
dancing -- or were made to try, anyway. I think it no
coincidence, then, that, with VERY few exceptions, I
appreciate and thoroughly enjoy music, dance, and
theater arts of almost all kinds.
    All of that is absent from the basic public
educational environment today. It went the way of common
courtesy, rules of civility, and Ozzie & Harriet.
    Sad.

-Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
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>>From: Marti Jo Drewrey Shipman (71)

    It was great strolling down Memory Lane with Mike
Davis and his entry about the Teachers from Jason Lee.
    We would like to add one  more to the "Wall of Honor"
    Miss Colvin (aka one of the Best "Kick Soccer"
Teacher/Player Jason Lee has had) David Moss, Brain
Coyne and Orin Gunter can also attest that she was
remarkable at reading lips of those in the back of her
rooms.

-Marti Jo Drewrey Shipman (71)
Jason Lee Class of '65 - Richland Bomber Class of '71
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>>From: Sheila Davis Galloway (71)

To: Mike Davis (74)
    Miss Dewer (sp)..... great teacher. Right Brad and
Stu?.... took us to the Desert Inn for hot fudge
sundaes.
    Miss Colvin.... saw her this last summer at Claudia
Ferguson's retirement. Looks the same to me.
    Mr. Gunvalson (sp)... I remember the fear that you
would feel in meeting Mr. Gunvalson, Mr. Weston and Mr.
Hall coming down the hall at the same time. There was no
way to get around them, and unlike today a kid didn't
just jump through a door if he wasn't supposed to be
there.
    Working at Jason Lee for the last ten years has
brought back many memories. Sometimes I will be
standing in a certain area and remember something from
the past. It looks like in the near future that Jason
Lee will be taken down and a new school built in the
back of the playground. It's kinda sad, but the school
is getting old. Maybe I'll buy a brick!!!!

-Sheila Davis Galloway (71)
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>>From: Deb Upington Fritts (82)

Re: Jason Lee Alumni
To: Mike Davis (74)
Mike
   I remember many of the Jason Lee staff - Mr. Hinchliff,
Miss Morn - I was heartbroken when she died quite a
while back - that was the first time I'd lost a teacher
and she'd been my favorite... Mrs. Harvey, Mrs. Hammack,
Mrs. Thompson for 3rd grade, Mrs. LeClair at
Kindergarten - I hear she and my mom got into it once
because she thought I was "too short" to go on to 1st
grade... Ms. Harvey stepped in, and on I went... I had
Jim Castleberry ['58 Bomber] for 6th, he was later a
coach at RHS - what a great teacher he was... and I do
remember Mr. Sherman for art - anyone have any others???

-Deb Upington Fritts (82)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:

>>From: Denise Nelson Christensen (84)
Date: Wed Sep 6 01:52:28 2000

   Just saying "hi" to everyone.

-Denise Nelson Christensen (84)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:

>>From: Traci Dancer (86WB)
Date: Sun Sep 10 12:05:11 2000

    Although I moved away in 84, I would have loved to
graduate from RHS. Still looking for Chris Bender,
Shelley See, Stormi Koerner, Vickie Briones, and all
those that I attended school with.

-Traci Dancer (86WB)
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>>From: Jenny Smart Page (87)

Re: The Smart Clan
To: Betti Avant (69)
    You're not the first to ask if I'm related to Mike
Smart, or Dan Smart, or a few others of the Smart clan.
I am not related to Mike or Dan.
    Our branch of the Smart family tree originates in
Toledo, OH. Apparently, my older brothers were not quite
as popular as these other Smart fellows, as I've yet to
have anyone make the connection to Jes (82) or Hank
(84). Or maybe its just that we were 80's era Bombers,
transplants to Washington State in the early 70s.
Thanks for asking, though.

-Jenny Smart Page (87)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/12/00
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13 Bombers sent stuff:
Evelyn Kingsley (49), Richard Roberts (49), Gloria Adams (54)
Mike Clowes (54), Gary Behymer (64), Linda Reining (64)
Patty de la Bretonne (65), Pam Ehinger (67), Rick Maddy (67)
Betti Avant (69), Joan Stevensen (69WB), Kim Edgar (79)
Wig Davis (82)
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>>From: Evelyn Kingsley Spradlin (49)

Re: Mairzy Doats
    These are all the words I could find, I thought there were more. 
This seems to be the spelling I remember for the words.
ARTIST: Merry Macs
TITLE: Mairzy Doats
[Words and music by Milton Drake, AI Hoffman and Jerry
Livingston]

I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty, others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune

{Refrain}
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddledy divey doo, wooden shoe

{Refrain}

If the words sound queer and funny to your ear
A little bit jumbled and jivey
Sing, "Mares eat oats and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy"

Oh!
{Refrain}

A kid'll eat ivy too, wouldn't you

-Evelyn Kingsley Spradlin (49)
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>>From: Richard Roberts (49)

To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

Mairzy doats and doezy doats
And little lambzdivey
A kiddle eatdivey too
Wouldn't you?

Frogzy bugs and birdzy bugs
And little dogzy liver
A kiddlealiver too
Wouldn't you?

If the words sound queer
And funny to your ear
A little bit jumbled and jivey
Sing mares eat oats
And does eat oats
And little kids eat ivey.

Etc.

-Richard Roberts (49)
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>>From: Gloria "Skippy" Adams Fulcher (54)

To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
    Thank you for helping me "find you", Bob, and I
apologize for doubting you and asking so many questions.
I did indeed find you in the 1952 annual with the
Thespians. You were so quiet in school and I was such a
busy, crazy, fun loving person I didn't hear you. I hear
you now and look forward to seeing you next year.

Sincerely,
-Gloria "Skippy" Adams Fulcher (54)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

To: Marilyn Richey (53)
    For what ever reason, and I really don't know all of them myself, 
so I use the excuse of being camera shy, no I did not get my pictures 
in either the '53 or '54 Columbians. There are, however, several 
pictures of me in the '52 edition. Even one with my name on it. And
contrary to popular opinion I did in fact graduate with the class of 
'54, still have the diploma to prove it. The connection may be in 
that I did "date a girl or two from the class of '55.
    I, too, would have liked to talk to you more, but the line for 
your "audience" was long, and deservedly so.

On old songs:
    Even with "spel czeching", I see I misspelt the name
of that silly song. It is "Mairzy Doats" as in:
  "Mairzy doats and dozedoats
  "And liddle lambs eadivy
  "A kiddle eadivy too, woodenchu?"
    As I stated previously, Kay Kyser may have recorded
the song, but I remember as being done by one of the
lesser singing groups of the era. I wish I could pin
point it more accurately than that.

For Maren:
    Heard you were moving, didn't know when, and glad to
hear that you made it without loosing a beat. Now, all
you have to do is suffer through the cultural shock of
leaving the midwest and living in a place where there
are trees, hills, mountains and water.
    [It's like ridin' a bike!!  -Maren]

Onward Bombers,
-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
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>>From: Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55)

    Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs
eat ivy. Known as Maresy Doats was recorded by the
Andrew Sisters during WWII. Later it was done by Bing
Crosby and the Andrews Sisters together on a recording.
My chorus sang it on a 40's type show a few years ago
and if I can find the music, I will tell you who the
composer was ...... if anyone cares!! It came out about
the time of Hut Sut Rall sittin on a Ritteral and a
Brawla Brawla Suet. (that was hard to type) My brain if
full of monumental trivia that means nothing to anyone.

Up 'n Atom
-Carol Hollingsworth Entrikin (55)
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>>From: Linda Reining (64)

    Have been reading about the teachers from Jason Lee;
here are some from Marcus Whitman:
  Mrs. Lane -- kindergarten;
  Mrs. Sterling -- 1st grade;
  Mrs. Lane -- 2nd grade (she "graduated" from kindergarten);
  Mrs. Mead -- 3rd grade (was afraid of her).
    Moved to Spalding for fourth through sixth grades:
  Mrs. Jones -- 4th grade;
  Mrs. Schwartz (sp) -- 5th grade; and
  Mr. Anderson -- 6th grade.

-Linda Reining (64)
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>>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65)

To: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
    My favorite thing in music class was always the
autoharp too! I never got one, or I should say not yet!
I took violin and was in the orchestra in the early
grades--good old Miss Just!

-Patty de la Bretonne (65)
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (67)

To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
    I know I messed up on "Mairys Doats" Its a Doe, not
a goat!! Sorry the fingers hit wrong and I didn't catch
it!! I know what ya mean about spell checker not wanting
to let it go!! :o)

To: Missy Keeney Baker (59)
    Hey what can I say!! I like silly songs!! Can't
remember what happened a hour ago, but sure know those
crazy songs my folks taught us when I was 6 or 7 years
old!! Plus I can tell you all about what happen when I
had my Tonsils out at the tender age of 2 years!! God
does some weird stuff with our brains when we get to
be....... Recycled Teenagers! See God does have a sense
of humor!!

Bombers Rule,
-Pam Ehinger (67)
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>>From: Rick Maddy (67)

Re: coaching
    After ten years of coaching seventh through ninth
grade girl’s basketball and one year with seventh grade
boys (82-92, 98), I would agree that parents are the
main stressor. Yadda. I also knew that from day one.
When I used to go to watch my daughter's fifth grade
practices, I would get a little loud in the bleachers.
Run and gun! Run and gun! One afternoon the coach walked
over and asked what I was doing tomorrow at three
o'clock. The next day was my first day of the next ten
years of my life. A fanatic. Like all coaches, I have
heard lots of parental yadda yadda yadda. I was
expecting the yaddas. Mike Davis' advice is much better
than my answer... 'Well, because she ain't any good,
that's why. Has she ever considered not chewing gum?.'
Actually, I never said such things, but boy did I ever
want to. Coaches coach to win because players play to
win. The only person in a gym that doesn't know exactly
where they are in the pecking order is the parent. Their
kid, sitting on the bench, knows. I would coach again
tomorrow.
    As a parent of an athlete, don't think I never had
my face in a coaches face. Can you imagine a friendly
and fair high school coach telling you that the
practices were now "closed gym?" Under my self imposed
guidelines rule of the "This Isn't College And Just How
Important Should High School Sports Be Taken"
(TICAJHISHSSBT.com) rule with these conditions, I came
to the conclusion that nobody closes any door between my
daughter and I. The coach made an error in my
estimation. A parent was never not welcome at one of my
practices. But, that is the point. Coaches make errors
and we live with them. If and then construct.
    I heard this analogy long ago: The difference
between dedication and commitment is like a ham and egg
breakfast. The egg is dedicated, but the ham is
committed. Something like that. After a good while of
eating the parent's wishes, your commitment can falter;
digressing into the abyss of dedication. But the
touching of each others lives within the confines of the
coach/player relationship is a reward beyond
description. I am a better person for having the
privilege of working as a coach with these young girls.
And, of course, the reciprocated love of those athletes
and the game of basketball never dies. But, really... do
you think a "closed game day gym" would work? Just one
little ole game without parents. That would be nice.
Yadda Yadda Yadda

(07) -- whoa! Gotta love that!

Rick Maddy (67)
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>>From: Betti Avant (69)

Re: one other Jason Lee teacher
    The only other teacher I had at Jason Lee I did not
mention was my second grade one by the name of Miss
Winkie? (sp). She only taught there that one year. I
remember her as a rather tall, plain looking young
woman. I don't know where she went after that.
    Also, there was an art teacher (who we also shared
with Lewis and Clark like Mr. Davis) but I can not
remember her name. She could be very difficult for us
untalented artists.
    The young man killed in the fire at Camp Wallowa was
Steve Willi (68) who was in his sophomore year with Mr.
Harvey. He was a small, blonde young man.

-Betti Avant (69)
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>>From: Joan Stevenson (69WB)

    I'm responding to the Harvey discussion and am not
technically an RHS alumnus. I would have graduated in
1969 and I attended [Marcus] Whitman, Jefferson and
eventually Chief Jo for half a year before my Dad left
GE. However, I lost a friend Stephen C. Willi in a fire
that killed at least one adult and it was boy scout
related. We were already living in Maryland. Now that I
live in Bellingham, WA I have gotten close to his
parents and also occasionally see his sister Susan
(1971) Willi Miller. When did Mr. Harvey get killed? I
was about 14 when he died and Stephen would have been 15
so that is about 1966 or so?

-Joan Stevenson (69WB)
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>>From: Kim Edgar (79)

Re: Jason Lee Teachers
To: Mike Davis (74)
    I do remember Mrs. Underhill, I had her for 4th
grade, here's a link to our class photo:
http://richlandbombers.1979.tripod.com/images/jasonlee1970.jpg
   You did forget to mention Mr. Castleberry (aka: RHS
Coach Castleberry), I'm thinking he was my 5th grade
teacher as well as the PE Coach (can't believe I'm
mentioning this, but I used to have a crush on him (in
5th grade). Did anyone else have a crush on a teacher?
Also, does anyone remember if there was there a Mrs.
Bell who went on maternity leave?
    My dad was in the military, we always ended up back
in Richland in between moves. I went to so many schools,
I've forgotten which teachers were at which schools. The
schools I attended in Richland were: Lewis & Clark,
Jefferson, Jason Lee, Chief Joseph Jr. High and Richland
High, not to mention the other six I attended in
California, Alabama, Texas and Hawaii.

-Kim Edgar (79)
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>>From: Wig Davis (82)

To: Jenny Smart (87)
    I remember your brother, Jess.  He was a fine addition to the 
class of 1982. Send him my greetings and wish him well.

-Wig Davis (82)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/13/00
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18+ Bombers sent stuff:
R2K Picture Committee,
Richard Roberts (49), Dave Brusie (51), Mary Winston (55)
Betty McElhaney (57), Jim Russell (58), Irene Smith (59)
Ann Bishop (60), Larry Mattingly (60), Irene de la Bretonne (61)
Judy Willox (61), Mike Brady (61), Gary Behymer (64)
Pam Ehinger (67), Anna Durbin (69), Greg Larson (69)
Brad Upton (74), Debra Dawson (74WB), Shelley Williams (84)
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>>From: R2K Reunion Picture Committee

Re: THE REUNION 2000 PICTURE

VISION
    The Bomber Bowl picture had its beginnings with a
vision of the end product. The original plan called for
a pyrotechnic display of a mushroom cloud, which would
be photographed and be used as the background for the
Bombers in the "Bomber Bowl". Unfortunately, on the day
of the pictures, there was just enough wind to cancel
Larry Mattingly's mushroom cloud.
    We all remember Saturday night at the Hanford House
and the fireworks over the Columbia River. We were
fortunate enough to have about 10 or 12 digital images
from that display. Sunday at the picnic, Burt Pierard,
Jane Walker Hill, Kathy Lamb Brown, and John Adkins were
discussing what could be done in the absence of the
mushroom cloud. The idea of using the fireworks pictures
as a background was suggested and we decided to give it
a try.
    When the negatives from the Bomber Bowl picture
became available from Ian McAdie of SUNLAND CAMERA, that
negative and the fireworks images were delivered to
MaryAnne Lauby, of Graphics and Document Services.
MaryAnne, class of 73, composed two images for our
approval. One using a mushroom cloud image she had in
file and the picture Ian McAdie took (which is now on
the Bomber Website, and on the Photo CD - as the first
image, and called Vision). The second image is the
composite of many fireworks images and the picture Ian
McAdie took. These composite images were reviewed by
Burt Pierard and myself, as the two members of the
Picture Committee, several others members of the Reunion
Committee and some Bombers outside the Reunion
Committee. The selection of this composite image was
absolutely unanimous.
    The Picture committee believes this image captures
the uniqueness and magical wonder of the R2K weekend in
a way words or photos cannot match. We truly appreciate
the time and talent that MaryAnne lent to this project,
we are grateful for the uncounted efforts provided by
Ian McAdie - and we're pretty glad somebody showed up
for the picture too.
    We are certain you will enjoy this image of "The R2K"

Burt Pierard (59), John Adkins (62), Kathy Hoff Conrad (64)

-R2K Reunion Picture Committee
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>>From: Richard Roberts (49)

To: Carol Hollingsworth Entriken (55)
    Well, we had about a half dozen different, yet
somewhat alike versions of Mairzy doats lyrics. I think
we should start a "Monumental Trivia That Means Nothing
To Anyone Club"! We would have a lot of members, I
betcha.

-Richard Roberts (49)
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>>From: Dave Brusie (51)

To: Cliff St. John (57-58)
    Thank you for the nice comments. I am happy that I
may have said or did something that made a young person
have an extra spring in his step. I must say that I had
a good group of not only athletes, but wonderful
classmates that preceded me. They always had time for
me.

Thanks again.
-Dave Brusie (51)
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>>From: Mary Winston Wymer (55)

Re: Class of 1955 Reunion
    We had about a 10% turnout for our Class of '55
reunion at the Club40 weekend and for those of you who
didn't attend, the consensus is - a good time was had by
all. It seems we have reached the age where we have more
in common than perhaps we did some 45 years ago -
divorce, death of our family members, dealing with aged
parents, disappointment with our children's choices in
life, debilitating illnesses... interesting that each of
the aforementioned begins with "d." We have all bounced
back from our adversities, it seems, and continued to
live our lives both productively and with equanimity -
the stuff that Bombers are made of. For me personally,
it was the opportunity to become reacquainted with
fellow classmates and in our small gathering, have the
opportunity to spend more time talking with fellow
classmates than I did during the many years we spent
together.
    I talked myself hoarse competing with the band music
and came away wishing I'd brought a megaphone and
invested in a hearing aid. We owe a debt of gratitude to
our Richland classmates for making this a memorable
weekend and for those who didn't attend, you really
missed out on a unique experience. Keep that in mind for
our 50th reunion!

-Mary Winston Wymer (55)
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>>From: Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57)

Re: Mairzy Doats
    Thank you to all who mentioned Mairzy Doats, I
haven't been able to get it out of my head. The lyics
didn't sound right as I remembered them, so looked it up
on several sights. Found the lyrics on one and this is
the way it goes.

Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
             A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you
Oh mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
             A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you

Now if the words sound queer and funny to your ear
             A little bit jumbled and jivey
Sing, "Mares it oats and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy"
Oh! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
             A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you
Oh Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
             A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you
             A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you

    The Merry Macs introduced it but the one who really
made it a hit was Bing Crosby.
    Now maybe I can get it and Three Little Fishes out
of my head.
    If any one is interested in the Kay Kyser sight it
is http://KayKyser.net/
    Sorry but it was not written, recorded or performed
at Denny's.

Thank you everyone, Take care
-Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57)
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>>From: Jim Russell (58)

To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
    The question has arisen as to just who IS this Bob Carlson,
aka Mike Clowes ('54)? I have a copy of the '55 yearbook, and this 
alum of renown is not listed in that yearbook either. Perhaps he 
is a Bulldog or Lion infiltrator!

-Jim Russell (58)
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>>From: Irene Smith Goodnight (59)

Re: Teachers
    Does anyone remember Mr. Volweiler? He taught
Science at Chief Jo, le'see, around '53 or '54. He must
not have been there very long. He was tall, dark, and
handsome and I remember he showed us the Van de Graff
machine. It was like magic, and spooky at the same time.
Also he told us that if people didn't die from something
else first, we'd all die of cancer eventually, as it was
caused by cells getting old and going haywire. Something
like that ... it made me lose my fear of cancer since it
now seemed so natural. Somehow it didn't occur to me to
dread getting old ... what 12 year old thinks of that?

(Hey Maren, Smooth Move!  Great job!)

-Irene Smith Goodnight (59)
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>>From: Ann Bishop Myers (60)

   My mother, born in 1920, says the song was actually:

Mares eat oats, does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy,
A kid will eat ivy too,
wouldn't you?

    It was as it was sung fast that the words took on a
nonsensical sound. True or not?

-Ann Bishop Myers (60)
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>>From: Larry Mattingly (60)

Regarding some comments about music teachers a while back....
    From one who couldn't carry a tune in a wash tub, I
am still grateful for the 6th grade music class at Lewis
and Clark. Knowing something of the difference in
quarter, half, and whole notes and other rudimentary
music information has allowed me to at least have some
appreciation for the various types of music.
    Additionally, I would be hard pressed to choreograph
our fireworks to music without that nameless music
teacher making me learn it. I am concerned that some of
my grandchildren are not getting any music training in
their elementary schools. There ought to be at least the
basics.

    I attended the Club40 event in Richland this past
weekend. I really enjoyed it. While the music Friday
night was way too loud, the 20 piece "big band sound"
Sat night made up for it. They were very good and you
could still carry on a conversation. We sat with
strangers and parted friends. As in any "reunion"
activities it was fun to put a face to a name seen on
the Alumni Sandstorm. Also present from the newly
eligible class of 60 were, Patti Ahrens, Mike McKeown,
Fred Philips, (and) Roxanne Knutson Short (62) as a
guest of an older alumni. If you are from class of 60 or
older you are missing a nice event.

"Happiness is the sky in bloom"
-J Larry Mattingly (60)
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>>From: Irene de la Bretonne Hays (61)

    I suspect that my sis Patty de la Bretonne doesn't
know the connection between Lynn-Marie and me--nor does
Lynn-Marie know Patty is my sister!!! Let me introduce
you two: Lynn-Marie (I call you Morgan!), please meet my
favorite (and only) sister Patty: Patty, this is my dear
friend and favorite executive assistant at Battelle who
worked with me just prior to my move to Battelle
Seattle!!! And here I am in Colorado--so far from you
both!!!

-Irene de la Bretonne Hays (61)
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>>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61)

RE: Bunches of Bits

To: Frank Whiteside (63)
Re: Mr. Harvey
    I have been observing entries written about Mr. Harvey
for some time now and have yet to respond to them even
though I think I also knew him. I believe that he was a
sixth grade teacher at Lewis and Clark the same year
that I was in the sixth grade; but instead of Mr.
Harvey, I had Mr. Bernard. That would have been the year
of 1955. Mr. Bernard was many a gal's heartthrob back
then, but Mr. Harvey always was a jovial person as I
remember it. I don't remember where he went after that
year, but Mr. Bernard moved on to Chief Joseph Jr. High
and nearly broke all his female students hearts. You
see, we were going on to Carmichael and he had the nerve
to betray us and go to Chief Jo! Oh how upset we were!!
*G*!! Anyway, Frank, can you verify for me if this is
truly the same Mr. Harvey? If so, he sure did get around
the Richland schools didn't he? Seems like an awful lot
of kids had him from alot of different schools. Let me
know, okay?

To: Lynn-Marie Hatcher Foote (68)
Re: Lewis and Clark Teachers, 1949 thru' 1956
    Boy, Lynn, we must have run an awful lot of teachers
off with all our nonsense back in the early fifties. You
mentioned one and one only teacher that I had back then
and that was Mrs. Roppe for fourth grade. I too did not
think of her as real warm, but I don't remember being
afraid of her; just intimidated. The year was 1953.
    Kindergarten, 1949: Mrs. White, assisted by Mrs.
Pool: Do not remember Mrs. Pool that well, but Mrs.
White was very old fashioned in her hair-do, clothes and
wire rimmed glasses, but she was the sweetest most
gentle person a little one could be lucky enough to
start on a new adventure with called school. I cried so
hard when Mama left me there and she let me sit on the
piano bench with her while she taught for a whole week
until I got integrated and I loved her dearly for it.
    1st Grade, 1950: Mrs. Phillips, seemed so young
after Mrs. White the year before. I remember her as
short, but very sweet -- almost demure. I really liked
her, but sure did hate the way Mama made me wear my hair
that year!! Yech!!!
    2nd Grade, 1951: Mrs. Pollard, also a teacher that I
really liked. I always thought that she was so pretty.
She was also a very nice person; at least I thought so
anyway.
    3rd Grade, 1952: Mrs. Lester, I remember as a tough
task-master, but very jovial. She seemed to be able to
laugh easy and would often get us to laughing too. I
think that she was just trying to keep up her and our
sense of humor because of the classroom we had. Yep, we
had one of those old Quonset huts that year and it was
hot in the summer and rather cold in the winter. But we
made it through, laughter and all. She was also pretty
creative as I remember it. We did alot of paper mache'
and I loved it, even if it was messy!!!
    4th Grade, 1953: Mrs. Roppe, well we already
discussed her, didn't we? God love her anyway!
    5th Grade, 1954: Mrs. Brinkman, probably if my sister
had her later on after me, she would have gone through
the same thing that you did with Mrs. Puderbaugh. Had
the same problem with her that your sister had with Mrs.
Puderbaugh. Did not get along with her at all; and, for
that matter, neither did my Mother! If the truth were
known, my Mom probably fought to keep Deedee (64) out of
her reach! But then again, Deedee probably was having
her own problems at the Catholic school at that time.
(Right Deedee? *G*!!) Then too, there was always the
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia factor in that class. (The name
was changed to protect the innocent!!)
    6th Grade, 1955: Mr. Bernard, ah the heartthrob of
his female students. Even tho' he did betray us by
moving on to Chief Joseph Jr. High the following year
instead of Carmichael. We were heart-broken as it seemed
so far away to us at the time. Plus it made it
impossible to go into Lewis and Clark on our way home to
see him after that year. I always thought that the
students at Chief Jo were so lucky to have him. Any
come-backs on that out there? I will never forget him
for defending my honor the way he did one day in that
class either; it made me feel so very special!! That,
and it led to one heck of a fantasy too!! LOL!!!!!!
    The two other teachers that I never had but would
like to mention here are Kay Lamb and Alice Eubanks. I
knew Kay very well because she was also my neighbor and
her daughter Kathy Lamb Brown (62) was my bestest friend
in those young days of ours. Days of oh-so-great
memories!! Alice I did not know as well because she
lived down the hill from us, but her daughter used to
babysit the Willox kids. Much later in my life, her son
Gary Eubanks (61) became the principal of my grandson's
elementary school in Gresham, Oregon. It really is a
small world after all!! Anyway, Kay taught 4th grade and
Alice taught 3rd grade there at Lewis and Clark.
    I also remember Mr. Lee Clarkson, the principal of
Lewis and Clark, but as senior moments do, one has crept
up and I can't remember just what I thought of him. Oh
well, probably best!!
    And that Lynn-Marie was my turn!  Anyone else?

To: Pam Pyle Jewett-Bullock (69)
Re: The Recorder
    Oh yes, Pam, the little white plastic instrument was
indeed the recorder. I know this because my grandson
took the recorder in fifth grade down in Oregon, and
since he lives with me, so does that little plastic
recorder. It is not really white, but off-white; more
like a light beige. It comes with a khaki colored bag
complete with yellow braided tie and music that is
called "Music for the Recorder". So, indeed, it must be
a recorder huh? I wish that I had a scanner, I would put
a picture of it up somewhere on the Bomber site and then
everybody could see just what the heck we are talking
about! Of course if I had a scanner, I would take
pictures of the old G.I. issue bookcases that cost some
$2.47 back when and show people what they were all about
too. When I read that furniture list on the site a while
back and saw those bookcases listed there, I just looked
at them and started laughing! You see, to me they are
priceless! They were my Mother's after all and I
wouldn't get rid of them for anything!!! If I only had a
scanner................. *G*!!!! Oh, and by the way, the
recorder was made by a company in China (of course) by
the name of Suzuki. And my grandson guards it with his
life just like I do my bookcases!! Haha!!!!!

Bomber Cheers to All,
-Judy Willox Hodge (61)
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>>From: Mike Brady (61)

    For those of you who know me, you know that I take
my responsibilities very seriously. Having been selected
as the OFFICIAL name tag mucketymuck for the next all
class reunion is no exception. I even got another offer
to lead the Class of 1961 name tag committee... I'm
stoked!
    I received several e-mails from fellow classmates
asking me to keep the name tags small. In fact, Pastor
Bill Wilson (63) wrote and told me that it is essential
to proper human interaction to have small tags so that
they have to be read from 3" or less. Who am I to argue
with a Pastor?
   By the way, if there are other classes that need name
tag assistance, you know where to reach me.

-Mike Brady (61)
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>>From: Gary Behymer (64)

To: Frank Whiteside (63)
    'Da Peas' would have been the old Walla Walla
cannery aka Rogers' Walla Walla aka American Fine Foods.
    The cannery hired as many as 265 or so workers for
both the day and night shifts. Pea season ran from early
June to late July or early August then they switched to
corn. I myself worked as a 'scab' during a strike from
April to June of 1968. We were served lunch each day
from the "Ice Berg". Great burgers!
    Their canneries were located in Walla Walla, Milton-
Freewater and Athena. The operations manager was Al
Litzenburger aka 'Litz'. He is still alive and living in
Walla Walla. He taught me a lot about the stock market
and 'candlesticking' techniques while charting stocks.
    Long live Chief Twice Nice... that's the Native
American on the Walla Walla brand vegetables. (;-) Now
you know.

-Gary Behymer (64)
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (67)

Hi Rick!!
    Well I know what ya mean about the parents and the
yelling they can do!! My son Jimmy (now a Jim) played
soccer and I should have been the Skinniest Mom there
for all the running up and down the side line and
Yelling I did! The big clincher was on the Mother's Day
Tournament, I was doing my thing yelling "Go Jimmy Go
Jimmy Go!!" He stopped dead in the center of the field
with the ball at his feet and said "Mom, I'm running as
fast as I can!!" OOPS guess the coach didn't have to say
anything to me!
    Also did you know in soccer you can be red carded?
Not just the kids but the Parents, too!! I got a stern
look from the Ref. one time and at break, he stood by me
with his back to me and said "Did I hear a cuss word
over here?" I looked good Red Faced!! :o)
    Well my son grew up and went on to play football and
some things don't change except you can't run up and
down the sidelines! By the way my son was MVP in his
Freshman year and Senior! So yes I'm a very PROUD Mom!
Bet the coaches are glad I'm gone!! LOL :o)

Bombers Rule
-Pam Ehinger (67)
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>>From: Anna Durbin (69)

To: Mike Davis (74)
Re: "Okay, all you old Jason Lee Alumni:
    Do you remember these teachers:"...

Dear Mike:
    How could we forget? And how about some who may have
been before your time: (and some overlap)

Mrs. Horning - kindergarten - most patient ever

Mrs. Askew - taught us to read and went from first to second with us

Mrs. Jessen - my third grade teacher, tough but taught us a lot

Miss Marilyn Morn - what a dream - she came from Montana
and was the height of glamour

Mr. Taylor - the greatest fifth grade teacher ever read Tarzan aloud 
to us, I think I learned the most ever that year

Mrs. Hughes - let three of us write and put on the weirdest play ever 
And she ran the Girls Patrol - I think we did recess?

Those were great years. My kids can't believe I walked home for lunch
and then back to school. Mrs. Askew had us pick up the black walnuts
on the way to school and then made cookies for us. Labor intensive!

I am embarrassed to say I can't remember the art teacher we had after
Mrs. Balesteri retired. She was young and enthusiastic and had us
over to her apartment at the Twin Dolphins for a swimming party. How
long were our recesses? I can remember great kickball and baseball
games. My favorite memory of Jason Lee is listening to the meadow
larks sing outside the windows. And I am blocking on the librarian.
She was so nice. I think I read every book in that library, just
about. I remember doing inventory and shelving books with her, too.
Amazing she trusted us to do it right. I really learned my way around
a library with her. And Lilly Peterson was so dignified and so smart.
Everything seemed to work well.

Thanks for taking me back, Mike.
-Anna Durbin (69)
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>>From: Greg Larson (69)

To: Joan Stevensen (69WB)
    In regard to the fire and Mr. Harvey and Stephen it
was around 65/66 at the Boy Scout camp in Oregon.
Wallowa (sp) Lake. I was there at the time. I knew Mr.
Harvey from the church and had met Stephen that weekend.
Spent the weekend cleaning up the camp area with them.
Both real nice people. That was a sad day. Think of them
often.

-Greg Larson (69)
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>>From: Brad Upton (74)

    I'd forgotten about this little high school
adventure. The first time I was a victim after that I
was the instigator. Like most things that happened 26-28
years ago, I don't remember exactly who was involved on
what night just that we did this on numerous occasions.
    Over in Pasco, across the street from the train
station, was the only Harley-Davidson dealer in the Tri-
Cities... Frenger's Harley Davidson? Anyway, it was in
an old brick building on a very dark street. There was a
picture window in front which had about the bottom third
of it painted over with their logo. You'd find a friend
(what are friends for?) and ask them if they seen the
new Harley over in Pasco. You'd really build it up into
the coolest motorcycle on the planet. Everyone in the
car would tell you how cool it was and that you just had
to see it. Want to drive over and take a look? Sure.
Road trip. As you pulled up in front of the store the
victim would get out and start walking toward the window
at which point everyone else in the car would stay in
the car and say "we've seen it already, go right up to
the window and take a look." Now, at this point some
people smelled some kind of trick, others didn't.... it
didn't matter. Just as you got up to the darkened window
a 120 pound snarling, frothing, barking, howling, maniac
German Shepherd guard dog would hurl himself out of the
darkness and against the window from the inside. He'd
been watching all along from the inside through the
painted window and would attack when you got too close.
Perfect. Sheer terror, absolutely the scariest moment of
your young life. You'd take about three sprint steps
back toward the car and dive in, then cuss everybody out
all the way back home as they laughed themselves silly.
Then we'd stop at Denny's and watch Mike Davis eat.

-Brad Upton (74)
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>>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)

Re: Jason Lee teachers
    Wasn't it Mrs. Montoya with the I Love Lucy red
hair, stylish clothing, and figure to pull it off? I
washed tables to earn hot lunch, and I don't remember a
red-haired cook, but then I was pretty busy scarfing
down chili and cinnamon rolls before work!
    My little sister, Michel, had Ardie Hoglen as a
teacher, which was kind of weird because she was a
family friend. I only knew her in the context of
water skiing and picnics, but all of the Hoglens are good
people.

-Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
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>>From: Shelley Williams Robillard (84)

Re: outdoor play
   Just the other day, someone on the Sandstorm lamented
that they never see kids playing outside and hoped that
somewhere they did. Rest assured in our little corner of
the world (Skyline Acres, Moses Lake) that as I type,
there is a game of unorganized, little kid, baseball
being played by the neighborhood boys (mine included) on
a beautiful warm afternoon. They don't play Red Rover,
Ol' Grey ghost, or Kick The Can, but my children have
developed a game called Hide and Go Seek Ricochet Ball
Tag, which is kind of a conglomerate of all of the
above. My children are very active in organized sports,
but I also love to see them playing these games, making
the rules and solving their own conflicts in the
process. Just wanted you to know that it still happens!

Warm Wishes,
-Shelley Williams Robillard (84)
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That's it for today.  Please send more.
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/14/00
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15 Bombers sent stuff:
Richard Roberts (49), Shirley Watts (49),
Ann Pearson (50), Curt Donahue (53),
Mike Clowes (54), Lequita Branum (55),
Myrna Branum (57), John Northover (59),
Gail Setbacken (66), Jeff Curtis (69),
Greg Alley (73), Mike Davis (74),
Treg Owings (76), Kim Edgar (79),
Monique Mangold (80)
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>>From: Richard Roberts (49)

To: Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57)

And they swam and they swam right over the dam.

Sorry.
-Richard Roberts (49)
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>>From: Shirley Watts James (49)

To: Mary Evelyn Kingsley Spradlin (49) and
    Richard Roberts (49)

    I laughed when I read Marezy Doats and Doeszy
Doats. Believe it or not, I have that record someplace
amongst the many. We think today's music is
incomprehensible, how about "Ragmop" and a "Huggin and
a Chalkin". Shirley Watts James (49) P.S. I just ran
this through a spell check so you can imagine how many
words had to be ignored.

-Shirley Watts James (49)
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>>From: Ann Pearson Burrows (50)

    We arrived home (So. Cal) from the class of '50's
Golden Reunion! and Oh What a Time it Was! We had a
blast - it was SO much fun reacquainting with the people
I went to grade school(s) as well as spent four years in
high school. For the people who missed this really
invigorating event, shame on you. Be sure and make plans
to attend the next one!! When I arrived and saw "the
river" I felt as though someone was giving me a big
hug!! When I drove around to look at all of the houses
we had lived in (and actually took pictures! )I felt as
though I was home - but then when I went up to the HS
(after we bought a map so I could find my way around) I
couldn't reconcile the red building with where I went to
school. And Denny's - well I guess it isn't an urban
myth created by that Davis boy - there really is one in
Uptown! The Spudnut shop with the tables and umbrellas
on the sidewalk was just too upscale for my memories of
that area and we had to use lots of will power and drive
right on by. As so many before me have mentioned - TO
MISS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION - ESPECIALLY THE 50TH - IS
TO HAVE MISSED A VERY SPECIAL EVENT!
    I want to publicly thank all those who helped make
the weekend one to remember; Gene Keller (and always
delightful Patti Badger Keller), Pat Jones Miller and
Art Martin (whose wife was a new acquaintance for me and
a treasured one!). I know it is sometimes difficult to
make time for everything, and sometimes you just can't
get your "act" together, but the effort is worth it -
take it from all who did go!

-Ann Pearson Burrows (50)
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>>From: Curt Donahue (53)

To: Jim Russell (58)
Re: Mike Clowes, AKA Bob Carlson (54)
    I can vouch for Mike being a Bomber, as I remember him from those 
days. I can't vouch for his AKA, however. Didn't know that existed 
until I saw it in the Sandstorm.

-Curt Donahue (53)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

To: Jim Russell (58)
    Wassamatta, they didn't teach basic math when you graduated? 
Naturally I would not appear in the '55 Columbian if I graduated in
'54.
    Yes, Jim, I did graduate from dear old Columbia High School, 
Richland, Washington, in 1954, and I have the diploma in my 
possession. And check our class's web page, my name doth appear 
there.
    I have previously admitted to spending a year in Kennewick, but 
that was in eighth grade. Remember there was a waiting list for 
housing back then.

Re: Silly Songs
    Several have already been mentioned, "Mairzy
Doats", "Three Little Fishes" and the "Hut Sut Song"
(the latter done, by the way, by Horace Heidt and His
Musical Knights).
    So, how many remember the parodies that were also
popular in the late forties and early fifties?
    "Chinese Mule Train" by Spike Jones
    "The Little White Knish that Cried" by Mickey Katz
and who could ever forget Stan Freberg's version of the
"Banana Boat Song"?
     Don't get music like that anymore, thank heaven.

Ever Bombers
-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
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>>From: Lequita "Lea" Branum Clark (55)

Re: Reunion
To: Mary Winston Wymer (55)
    You are right on with the description of the Club40
reunion. It was wonderful to see the ones who did show
up. I enjoyed our luncheon also. It seemed we all have
so much in common with our families.
    I had a great time showing my husband the town,
eating Spudnuts, the houses I grew up in. Skiing on the
irrigation ditches in West Richland. All in all it was a
great weekend.
    Hopefully, those of you that live in the Richland
area will come to the 50th.
    A big thank you goes to Sharon Tempelton, Wanda
Ricketts, and Billie Lawell and those that helped make
this weekend a success.

-Lequita "Lea" Branum Clark (55)
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>>From: Myrna Branum Willard (57)

Re: Lewis and Clark teachers
To: Judy Willox Hodge (61)
    My parents had been friends with the Whites in
Kansas as newlyweds. The Whites moved to Richland and
wrote about how good things were in Richland until in
1949 we sold our home and came out west to join them.
We didn't have a house or job so lived with them for
the first few weeks. We spent every Christmas together
for many years - we were family. She was so proud when
as an adult I became a kindergarten teacher. She loved
her job. Mrs. White moved to Walla Walla after marrying
her second husband and passed away just last year.
    I started fourth grade at L&C and had Mrs. Lamb.
She was also our neighbor and was in a birthday club
for the neighborhood ladies and my mom called her 'Kay'
but I never did. I always felt special in her class
because she was my neighbor.
    I also had Mrs. Brinkman in 5th and remember her
doing math problems at the board with her left hand
flat against the board and you could see her fingers
moving as she counted. She lived close to the school
and on a couple of occasions when she had forgotten
something, she sent me to her home to get it. Can you
imagine the trouble she'd be in now doing that?
    Then in 6th grade I had Mrs. Westerlund. I remember
her teaching us a lot about creative writing. I also
remember finally "getting it" about using their or
there!

-Myrna Branum Willard (57)
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>>From: John Northover (59)

Re: goats and oats
To: All goats and oats people

Mares eat oats, Goats eat cans and Sheep eat Ivy.

1943 Copyrighted Words and Music by Milton Drake,
Al Hoffman, and Jerry Livingston.

"I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty, others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune:

Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?

If the words sound queer and funny to your ear,
A little bit jumbled and jivey
Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy"

Oh! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you-oo?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?"

(REPEAT until you can not stand it any more and you go POSTAL!!!)

Yours in perpetual reverberation
-John Northover (59)
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>>From: Gail Setbacken Carter (66)

To: Gary Behymer (64)
Gary,
    Just wanted to thank everyone, who wrote in about
Dorthy Ingram. I found her living in OK. but will be
moving in two weeks to Wy. She will send me her new
address. Is doing very well. So happy to her from all of
us Bombers.

-Gail Setbacken Carter (66)
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>>From: Jeff Curtis (69)

Re: The Fire at Camp Wallowa
    In the Fall of 1965, members of the Blue Mt.
Council, Boy Scouts of America, met at Camp Wallowa,
Oregon, the primary summer camp owned by the Council in
the northeastern corner of that state, for a volunteer
work party to close the camp down for the winter. The
camp was located near the shores of Lake Wallowa in the
Wallowa-Whitman National Forest just outside the cities
of Joseph and Enterprise.
    Camp Wallowa hosted hundreds of scouts each season,
many from the Tri-Cities, and offered a multitude of
outdoor activities related to scouting including
archery, swimming, canoeing, hiking, camping, woods
tools, and many other forms of instruction aimed at
assisting them in learning scoutcraft skills and
achieving rank advancement. I myself worked there as a
scoutcraft instructor during the summers of 1965 - 67
and still consider it one of the most beautiful and
peaceful places I have ever seen.
    The Mess Hall was the largest of several buildings
on the site which included several A-frames and small
staff cabins. The hordes of scouts that visited each
summer lived in tents at various designated campgrounds
scattered around the acreage which had great names like
China Cap, Joseph, and Matterhorn (that one was WAY up
the hill by the falls). The camp was heavily used in
those years and required a good deal of labor to open,
run, and close down each season. Vern Harvey (whom I had
for math in my eighth grade year at Chief Jo) and
Stephen Willi (68) were part of the group of volunteers
intent on buttoning it up for the season. They had been
assigned to bunk in a room above the Mess Hall kitchen
that we used as an administrative area during the summer
months. Sometime during the night, a grease fire (I
believe) ignited in the kitchen, quickly raged out of
control, and ultimately took the lives of those two
dedicated and giving people. It was a devastating loss
to all who knew them.
    I was supposed to be at camp that weekend but had a
conflict which prevented me from attending, much to my
dismay (although perhaps a turn of good luck) as I loved
that place.
    The Mess Hall reopened the following summer in an
old Army field tent that we erected on the original
foundation and was completely rebuilt by the summer of
'67. I visited the then-closed Camp Wallowa some years
ago and in poking around the administrative A-frame
found a map which indicated that the two main roads at
the camp had been renamed in honor of the two. My
memories of those summers are still strong and while I
was standing in that building, the former center of a
huge buzz of activity, now dead-quiet and deserted, the
extreme contrast from my memories seemed simultaneously
spooky and sad.
    I realize that this submission is not up to my usual
nonsensical standards but as there seemed to be some
question as to what actually happened, I felt that this
incident deserved to be documented in this forum. Camp
Wallowa will, I promise, be fodder for less sensible and
more moronic offerings in the future.

-Jeff Curtis (69)
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>>From: Greg Alley (73)

To: Brad Upton (74)
    I did not know you were a biker.

To: Mike Davis (74)
    My list of teachers at Christ the King were Sister
Mary Marie, Sister Mary Joseph, Sister Mary Elephant
(sorry about the Cheech and Chong reference) and more
nuns. You couldn't see them except for their faces. Now
there are just lay teachers at CK. Good teachers and
people anyway. They ate at the rectory, not Denny's.

-Greg Alley (73)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)

    Okay Upton, it's come to the fat jokes, huh? I can
see that you are getting mighty close to the "Guess
Where I Sat in the Bleacher?" story. Its time will come!

-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Treg Owings (76)

Re: Black Walnuts
    I remember those black walnuts walking home from
Jason Lee. We would wait till the patrol boys left and
then have fights with them on the way home. It was a
wonder none of us ever broke a window or got hurt.
Parents were always wondering why our hands were black
when we got home. We went from black walnuts to
sycamore balls and garbage can lid shields. The fights
always lasted till someone got hit in the eye or we ran
out of ammo.

-Treg Owings (76)
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>>From: Kim Edgar (79)

Re: WASL (States New Testing Scores for Schools)
    In case anyone is interested, I have attached this link:

http://www.k12.wa.us/edprofile/schoolReport.asp?sReport=schoolWASLTrend&DistID=03400&SchID=3511

[you MAY have to copy/paste the ENTIRE URL into your browser]
It will list the schools scores on how the kids did on
the new testing system. It list elementary, Jr. & Sr.
High schools.
    RHS actually rates pretty high in reading and
listening skills and average in math and writing. It is
a lot higher than the North Kitsap High School
(Poulsbo) that my son will eventually be attending.
Hopefully, the school will have improved by the time my
son gets there.

-Kim Edgar (79)
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>>From: Monique Mangold Beaucour (80)

Re: Thanks for being so nice

Hello everybody,
    I was busy going back to school and teaching fifth
grade for the first time. I love it but I was supposed to
teach preschool this year, remember? Anyway I want to
thank all the people who were so nice to me at the 20
year reunion last august. I had such a great time. I was
afraid of it, but now I am glad I made it again to
Richland. I'd like to keep in touch with all the people
who encouraged me to come back through their emails; it
was nice of them and I want to do it again for the next
reunion.
    You Bombers don't know how much you gave me the
first time, even if it was tough to get along with your
way of life.
    This time again you gave me a lot. I needed that
time all by myself, far away from home again, connected
with the past. Curiously it helped me to come back this
time and begin again.
    My only regrets, still being to shy to have a
serious talk to the guy I was dreaming of 20 years ago
and not being able to translate and tell you my
favourite joke in a language understandable enough to be
fun in english! Don't worry I'm working on both of it
for the next reunion! I always need a target to move on.
    Before I get boring I want to thank my host family
and my friends again.

    One more word, just to tell you that I finally
tasted the famous Spudnuts thanks to Dan wilson my host
brother while I was staying with him for the 20 years
reunion. I Loved them, to bad there is no chance we will
ever get them in France!

Love you BOMBERS,
-Monique Mangold Beaucour (80)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/15/00
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8 Bombers sent stuff:
Ed Borasky (59), Bill Wingfield (67)
Bill Yandon (68), Joan Stevensen (69WB)
Lori Killand (72), Brad Upton (74)
Gary Little (76), Melanie Orgill (83)
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>>From: Ed Borasky (59)

To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
Re: Silly Songs
    Ahh yes ... Mickey Katz and Stan Freberg. I used to
have every record Mickey Katz ever recorded. It wasn't
until a few years ago that I learned enough Yiddish to
understand most of it :-). The music of Mickey Katz has
had something of a revival recently, tagging along with
the general revival of klezmer music, and I think most
of his records are now available on CDs.
    Stan Freberg: I remember he had *two* radio
programs, in addition to coming up with a parody every
four months or so. The second radio show was very
famous; I may even have some tapes buried somewhere
that I made of his show. But the *first* Stan Freberg
radio show?? How many of you Bombers remember *that*
one? It was called "That's Rich!" and it was a
situation comedy. If my memory is correct, it was only
on one summer as a replacement for Jack Benny, and used
quite a few of the same actors and writers as the Benny
show used, rather than Freberg's own stable of folks.
Needless to say, I am a Stan Freberg fan to this day
and can, on a moment's notice, sing most of the songs
from his "History of the United States".
    "Whaddaya mean you cooked the *turkey*, Charlie?"
    "Well, I cooked the turkey ... that's all ..."
    "You put our *national bird* ... in the oven? ..."

To: Treg Owings (76)
Re: Black Walnuts
    Oh, my! A second generation gatherer of black
walnuts on the walk home from Jason Lee! Remind me the
next time I'm up there to see if that tree is *still*
there!! I graduated from Jason Lee in 1952, and that
tree was there then!! My funny black walnut story: I
had gathered a small bag of them, and it was stored in
the storage area in the back of the house. They were
hard as rocks, but you could crack them with a hammer
and eat them. Anyhow, one fine summer evening, we were
having a barbecue out in the back yard. My father was
sitting there, fanning the grill with a folded-up
newspaper, trying to get the fire to start, but it just
wasn't happening. Well ... it turned out that instead
of charcoal briquettes, he had loaded my bag of black
walnuts in the grill :-).

ON TO STATE!!
-Ed Borasky (59)
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>>From: Bill Wingfield (67)

To: Judy Willox Hodge (61)
    You mentioned how much you liked Mr. Bernard. In
fact you mentioned it more than twice. I had to write
that I too liked and respected him, almost as much as
you did. I was fortunate to get to have him at Chief
Jo. Your loss was my gain. I had written into the
Sandstorm some time back that he was perhaps my all
time favorite teacher.

-Bill Wingfield (67)
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>>From: Bill Yandon (68)

Re: Camp Wallowa
To: Jeff Curtis (69)
    Thanks for bringing up that fire at Camp Wallowa. I
too remember that well, one very sad incident in a very
peaceful and beautiful place.

-Bill Yandon (68)
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>>From: Joan Stevenson (69WB)

Thanks Jeff [Curtis-69] for the full story on Stephen
and Mr. Harvey. Jack Willi, Stephen's father, remained
active in scouting in spite of his loss.

-Joan Stevenson (69WB)
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>>From: Lori Killand Whelan (72)

Re: Librarian[s]
To: Mike Davis (74)
    I called my Mom because she used to work in many
a school library in the 60s.
    Lenore Admire was the librarian at Jason Lee.
    She [Mom] also remembers working for
 Muriel Hamilton at Chief Jo,
 Elsie Tompkins at Marcus Whitman,
 Goldie (couldn't recall last name) at Lewis & Clark
        [Goldie Kerr Logan -Ed], and
 Pat Crownover at Hanford.
 She worked at the Carmichael library, too, but
couldn't remember that librarian's name.

-Lori Killand Whelan (72)

P.S. Did you enjoy your day off?
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>>From: Brad Upton (74)

To: Mike Davis (74)
    I didn't say you were fat... I just wanted to see
if you read my story all the way to the end. I had to
get Mike Davis and Denny's in the same sentence. The
really sad part is that I still think you and Bird are
cool.

-Brad Upton (74)
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>>From: Melanie Orgill Meinhardt (83)

Re: Jason Lee Teachers
To: Kim Edgar (79) and Mike Davis (74)
    I went to Jason Lee from first to sixth grades.  I remember
  Mrs. Thompson in fourth (she was a good teacher).
  Mrs. Armstrong in fifth (she was kind of cranky with
the boys most of the time but she always liked my art
work).
  I had Castleberry for sixth. He wanted to make sure
we were ready for Jr. High School so he had us watch
several educational health and social films.
Occasionally I got along with Mr. Castleberry but when
it came to sports, we butted heads a lot. I was never
very athletic at that time and also had problems with
my knees. Yet, he kept pushing me to run long distances
and because I was tall at that age, he thought I should
be doing the high jump as well (later on, I did find a
sport that I still enjoy today).
  I had Mr. Sherman for art and I remembered staying
late after school on the last day before summer break
finishing up some art projects and chatting with him
about the future. I think he retired a few years after
that.
  I took violin in 5th and 6th grades but I cannot
remember my violin teacher's name, but I do remember
enjoying the small class we had and some of the music
we played.

-Melanie Orgill Meinhardt (83)
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>>From: Gary Little (76)

To: Brad Upton (74)
    I didn't know you were a biker either, although you
certainly had the look at the U of M. I do, however,
remember a hurdler who wore a knee pad. What's with
that?

-Gary Little (76)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/16/00
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6 Bombers and 1 Bomber Mom today.
Mike Clowes (54), Ramona Miller (54),
Sharon Brooks (62), Patrick Thrapp (71),
Jim "Bo" Anderson (72WB), Brad Upton (74),
BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

To: Ed Borasky (59)
    As a Freberg fan, I presume you are aware that he
finally recorded Part II of his History of the United
States. This should be required listening in all US
History classes, just as Anna Russell's explanation of
The Ring Cycle for all Wagner freaks.
    As for Mickey Katz, I was more impressed with his
trumpeter, Manny Klein; great horn work.
    Further on Freberg, even you youngsters may
remember his television commercials, many of which won
awards, but for the moment I can't think of a single
one. I can assure you, however, that they were funny
and quite possibly sold some of the sponsors product.

To: Curt Donahue (53)
    Thanks, old buddy, for the backup.
    Being accused of being a Lion or Bulldog is not
very nice. Besides, if I were, how did I come to find
this site, let alone make contributions (such as they
are)? Are Lions and Bulldogs computer literate?

Go Bombers,
-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
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>>From: Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54)

Re: Question
To: Anyone
    Has the date for the 2001 Club40 been selected yet?
    We would like to know . . .
    The Bruggeman Brothers Five [Bill-50 Del-52 Earl-53
Larry-54 Jim-58] -- all still alive and kickin' -- are
planning on having their Annual Brothers Blast Reunion
centering on the Club40 reunion. All five of them
graduated from COL HI in the 50s. Quite a record.. .
    Can any other Bomber family beat that?

Thanks for the information.
-Ramona Miller Bruggeman (54)
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>>From: Sharon Brooks Sims (62)

Re: R2K Bomber Picture
    Thank you to the Picture Committee! What a great
job. I would like to say a special "Thanks" to John
Adkins (62). He has pleasantly stuffed the envelops
with pictures, called people to pick up pictures, and
mailed pictures. He has given a lot of his time. Also
the time he spent making the CD Photo Album.

Thanks again John.
-Sharon Brooks Sims (62)
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>>From: Patrick Thrapp (71)

To: Brad Upton (74)
    Was that you in the Seattle PI sports section on 9/14?

Smart Talk pg C11

"Griffey tore a Hamstring?  That's what happens when
you only sprint once a year."

-Patrick Thrapp (71)
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>>From: Jim "Bo" Anderson, Chief Jo 69 (72WB)

To: Bill Wingfield (67)
    I had to respond about Mr. Bernard. In my 9th grade
year, I was struggling with lots of stuff all
adolescents do, and Mr. Bernard turned out to be the
only adult I could talk to who would listen and not
scold me. He was really a lifeline, and I've thought
about him alot since then. He was a great guy.
    Is he still with us?

-Jim "Bo" Anderson (72WB)
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>>From: Brad Upton (74)

    I feel I have to defend my "manliness" to Gary
Little (76). He said he remembered me as a hurdler that
wore a knee pad.
    True. First of all, the modest Gary Little went on
to hold the 400 meter hurdle record at Boise State
University for many, many years and was the Big Sky
Conference Champion. As collegians, Gary thumped me on
a number of occasions in the 400 hurdles but NEVER got
a W against me in the 110 highs! Anyway, the pad...
between my junior and senior year in high school I had
not one, but two, surgeries on my right knee. The knee
was still weak and not 100% when the season began and
since I was going to be smashing it into hurdles all
spring the doc told me maybe to wear a pad on it. I
only wore the pad my senior year. I had to wear it if I
was going to run aggressive and hold off the young
sophomore stud named Little.
    As far as his charges that I looked like a biker...
it was 1977 and I was 21 years old. At that time I was
6'1 and 160 pounds... not really that intimidating.

Go Bombers!
-Brad Upton (74)
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>>From: BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)

To: Brad Upton (74)
Hi Brad...
    Mrs. D. here. Mike picked us up from a trip
yesterday so we took him to breakfast. Guess where he
wanted to go? DENNY'S!!!

-BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/17/00
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10 Bombers sent stuff:
Ed Borasky (59), Lance Hartman (60) and Marie Ruppert (63)
Judy Willox (61), Roxanne Knutson (62), Lynn Johnson (63)
Mike Franco (70), Dave Doran (72), Gary Little (76)
Judi Ell (76)
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>>From: Ed Borasky (59)

To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
Re: Freberg fan
    Yes, I have the complete set, of course :-).
Freberg wrote an autobiography, the title of which I've
forgotten, in which he describes the sad story of how
David Merrick almost turned "The History of the United
States" into a Broadway show, in the process keeping
the whole property tied up and unavailable for
performance literally for decades.

Re: Mickey Katz or Manny Klein
    Si Zentner, who was the trombone player, had his
own big band for a while. And of course Mickey's son,
Joel Grey, went on to fame.

Re: Freberg's television commercials
    I vaguely recall the Chung King and Geno's Pizza
Roll commercials; they were hysterical and sold a *lot*
of product!

-Ed Borasky (59)
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>>From: Lance Hartman (60) and Marie Ruppert Hartman (63)

    Just opened today's mail to find the All Bomber
Reunion picture. Thanks to all who contributed to the
effort involved to make this such an awesome souvenir
of a special event. The picture committee did a
fantastic job. My hat's off to you!

-Lance Hartman (60) and Marie Ruppert Hartman (63)
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>>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61)

Re: Mr. Bernard
To:  Jim "Bo" Anderson (72WB)
Hi Jim,
   No, Mr. Bernard is no longer with us. Not sure just
when he did pass away, but when I enrolled my grandson,
Paul (2005), in Chief Jo last year, I did inquire after
him and they told me then that he had died. Yes, the
world will be a sadder place without him because he
really did care about his "kids"! I will never forget
him or what he did for me back when I was a confused
kid. He was truly a sweetheart and a prince above all
others!

To: Bill Wingfield (67)
Hey Bill,
    Did I mention that I really liked Mr. Bernard?
*G*!!!! Actually, I really more like loved the man!
Just thought that I would mention that! *G*!!!!!!!!!

To: Myrna Branum Willard (57)
    If you were Kay Lamb's neighbor and you remember
the Birthday club for the neighborhood ladies, where
did you live for heavens sake? Did you live on
Craighill, and if so, where and for how long? You would
be approximately four years older than me, but I do not
remember you from either the neighborhood or Lewis and
Clark. Enlighten me, will ya?
    I am sorry to hear that Mrs. White passed away just
last year. I never knew that she lived in Walla Walla.
I wish that I had; I lived there for a brief period and
would have gone to see her if I had known. She too was
one of the best and you could tell that she loved her
job as a teacher. Those are the ones that are always
the best and really care for the children!! Another
dark space where a true star once shined!

To: Sharon Brooks Sims (62)
    As I understood it, John Adkins (62) also went out
and hand delivered some of those R2K pictures. And
let's not forget Burt Pierard (59) who pleasantly
worked along side of John stuffing all those envelopes!
Thanks fellas for the time spent!!!

Bomber Cheers to All,
-Judy Willox Hodge (61)
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>>From: Roxanne Knutson Short (62)

To: Jim "Bo" Anderson (72WB)
    I hate to give you the bad news of Mr. Bernard's
passing away. It was approximately between 1987-89 that
he passed away, but the funeral was standing room only!
Not only in the room but standing room only even
outside of Einan's funeral home next to the bypass of
Richland. That was a very emotional day, knowing how
many people he impacted just by the numbers that were
there. At one point we all had to hold each other's
hand for the Lord's Prayer, with not a dry eye in the
whole group! It just made us all very close, loving the
same man!
    What I remember about Mr. Bernard, is how easy it
was to distract him on the lesson of the day if you
brought up Hunting or Fishing! He would go off on a
tangent, telling a story about his experiences. How
many of you heard his joke about camping out and all he
had to do with his camper is hook it up to a current
bush? Does that sound like Mr. Bernard!

Re: Kids' songs
    What is this all about singing little kids' songs
anyway! This year at the Benton Franklin Fair coming
home on the bus, a old man across from me was going to
sing a song to two very young girls behind him. He
started the song and I chimed in with him and his wife
who was sitting next to me came unglued because I knew
the song. It goes like this:
Had a little chicken and it wouldn't lay an egg
So I poured hot water up and down it's leg,
The little chicken cried and the little chicken begged,
The little chicken laid a hard boiled egg......
Boom, deatta........... some chick!!!!
    Very Mid west song! Just had to share!!!

To: Larry Mattingly (60)
    Had to share with you that I went to the Club40
reunion even though I wasn't "old enough". I got so
caught up with the all class reunion and all the new
friends that I met there that were older than I was
that I just wanted to continue the experience. The
Club40 is fantastic. Not sorry I went. So class of '62
enjoy it when it is our turn in 2 years.
   Patty Jones Ahrens [60] was at the Club40 reunion.
She and I were sitting at the same table and we were
talking. She came up with a suggestion that I thought
it was worth mentioning. How about it becoming the norm
to not only state what year you graduated, but also
state where you live after the year so we all know with
conversation where you are coming from.  So I will
start it off by letting you all know I'm still in
Richland!!!  I promised Patty that I would give her the
credit for this wonderful suggestion. What do you think
Bombers all???????

Love you all,
-Roxanne Knutson Short (62) - Richland, WA
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>>From: Lynn Johnson Andrews (63)

Re: Frasier Botsford, 9/2/00 Sandstorm
Frasier,
    In the 9/2/00 Sandstorm, you refer to yourself as a
'62 wannabe. Did you skip a grade when you left good
ol' Richland?? I thought you were a '63er, along with
me, Dianne Kornberg, Roseann Benedict, etc.
    Good to hear from a voice out of the past.  Did you
ever appear in any other stage productions besides The
Diary of Anne Frank?

-Lynn Johnson Andrews (63)
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>>From: Mike Franco (70)

To: Joan Stephenson (69WB)
    I think Stephen C. Willi you mentioned did perish
in the same fire that took Mr. Harvey. If I remember
reports correctly, Mr. Harvey was lost attempting to
get others out of the burning building. I am not sure
if there was another boy lost but I am sure your
friend's brother was lost in the same tragedy.

    I have been trying to catch up after a week in
Nashville, Atlanta and Miami getting close to the real
meaning of "stickiness"! My regards to all you Bombers
hanging out below the Mason-Dixon line!
    Anyway, I wanted to thank Jeff Curtis (69) for his
info concerning the Camp Wallowa fire. I also attended
and worked at that Scout camp. In fact, my dad, Dr.
Robert Franco took my younger sisters up there for a
few weeks one summer to serve as "camp doc".
    It was a great and glorious place. I remember Det
Waggoner (sp?) as one of the long time counselors. What
a great guy. I would be interested in hearing from
others of memories of Wallowa. Jeff, when you worked
there did you and your fellow workers ever head into
Joseph, Oregon for the always wild and crazy "Chief
Joseph Days"? Always a good time, always lots of
girls!

Best Bomber regards to all!
-Mike Franco (70)
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>>From: Dave Doran (72)

    At the risk of opening up some old wounds I have to
ask anyway: What happened to Steve Davis (72)? I was
never a real friend of his but everybody in the whole
school seemed to know and like him, myself included.
    My memories of him are most vivid when, as a new
kid, a hippy-type kid, an outsider kid with a ponytail,
his good natured and sturdy presence dissuaded serious
harassment from some of the more evil-minded
upperclassmen.
    I never had a chance to thank him for his
protection and indeed I'm sure that it was unnoticed by
him. But not by me. Thanks, Steve!

-Dave Doran (72)
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>>From: Gary Little (76)

To: Brad Upton (74)
    I did not know you had knee surgery. You were my
mentor for that first year of high school. I remember
Coach Covington was good at getting us in shape but you
were my teacher for the technique. Just for a bit of
irony, after graduating from Boise State I moved to
Missoula to teach and coach and I'm still here.
    I still follow Bomber athletics (once green and
gold, always green and gold) and this spring we may
even compete with them at the Mooberry Relays. All
former tracksters remember that meet.

-Gary Little (76)
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>>From: Judi Ell Dahl (76)

Re: Librarian at Lewis and Clark
    I remember all of my teachers and can picture them
as they were back in the 60s. Most were ones from the
"old" Lewis and Clark school in "old" South Richland.
Lori Killand (72) recalled many librarians and
mentioned Mrs. Logan. She was a sweet old lady (all my
teachers seemed quite old and white haired back then).
The thing I really remember about her was that she
never seemed to swallow! She would have the class sit
on the floor while she sat upright in this old wooden
chair to read us "The Box Car Children" and she would
continue on page after page without taking a swallow.
All us kids would sit there and swallow hard ourselves
because we just could stand seeing this woman
accumulate so much saliva.
    There were many wonderful teachers over the years
but my all time favorite was my first man teacher and
his name is Mr. Dunwoody. He taught 6th grade and I
thought he was pretty cool. I recall thinking how neat
it was for a teacher to bring his own coffee in a
thermos to drink during class. He drank a lot of coffee
(at least that's what I thought it was). He truly was
a great teacher and man.
    My sister, Janet Ell (72) had Mr. Neidhold in the
6th grade and he was her all time favorite. I recall
being in the first grade and looking down that
extremely long shiny floored hallway to see Mr. Lane
march his 6th graders to music. Back then didn't kids
have to walk in a single file down the right hand side
of the halls with hands to their sides? Well, Mr. Lane
had his class looking like they were in the Marines.
Those kids really could march! Miss Hosak taught my
kindergarten class and I had to bring a smock (for
painting) and a rug for nap time. Now a days many
kindergartner classes don't even get recess as they
have so much to cram in during the 2 1/2 hours they are
there. Why can't little kids just be little kids? My
childhood was so un-rushed and so carefree!
    Thanks Richland alumni for the Richland school
memories. I can still picture in my mind that old
playground with the big slides, monkey bars over black
top, a teeter-totter, and the great United States
painted outside the kindergarten recess area.

-Judi Ell Dahl (76)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/18/00
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12 Bombers sent stuff:
Cristel Stordahl (49), Missy Keeney Baker (59),
Leo Webb (63), Linda Reining (64),
Bill Didway (66), Shirley Collings (66),
Grant Ranlett (69), Peggy Roesch (71),
Sheila Davis (71), Lois Clayton (72),
Mike Davis (74), Staci Campbell (86)
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>>From: Cristel Stordahl ('49)
Date: Sun Sep 17 13:53:31 2000

1940'S???

Hey, hey out there where are all the "old" graduates?
Like the late '40s. Nona/Jackie Henning, Lucille
Bravard, Carl Fruh etc., etc., etc...  Let's get in
touch...

-Cristel Stordahl (??)
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>>From: Missy Keeney Baker (59)

Re: Sandstorm ID
    Thanks to Larry Mattingly (60), Patty Jones (60)
and Roxanne Knutson (62) for the great idea!

-Missy Keeney Baker (59) - Richland, WA
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>>From: Leo Webb (63)

To: Frank Whiteside (63)
    Yes, I remember the move to the Hampstead Arms, it
was quite a trip. When we were at the "Other" Hotel we
ordered ice and some hotel thugs came and tried to
search for illegal adult beverages. But we were better
the "They" were and "They" did not find anything. The
next day we made the long walk to the other side of the
street to the Hampstead Arms. Some of the trip for some
reason I do not remember, but I am not sure if we made
to the games or not.
    Those days are gone and I live in Olympia with my
family. Any Bomber that wishes to keep in touch please
E-mail.

-Leo Webb (63) - Olympia, WA
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>>From: Linda Reining (64)

Re: Spudnuts
    Met a friend in Northridge, CA., (about 100 miles
from me here in Bakersfield) and she brought me a dozen
assorted Spudnuts from Fullerton --- (about 150 miles
from Bakersfield)--- the guy that owns the shop is
Asian, so he calls them, "sputnuts". And, yes they
taste just as good as I remember!!!!!!! Haven't had
them since I moved away from Richland, over 30 years
ago!!!!!! YUM! YUM! Have had "Krispy Kremes" --- give
me Spudnuts any day!!!!!!! She said the shop is close
to her brother's house, so she was going to buy more --
--- she liked them better than "Krispy Kremes"! My
daughter, son-in-law and two grandkids liked them, too.
Five more "converts".

Spudnuts forever!
-Linda Reining (64) - Bakersfield, CA
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>>From: Bill Didway (66)

Re: alumni license frame

    Friday Sept. 15th, my wife, her brother and his
wife, and I were walking down Main street in LaConner
(for those who don't know it is in Skagit County,
Washington) when she pointed out a license plate frame.
In green and gold it proudly proclaimed -- "Alumni
Richland Bombers". It was sitting out in front of the
Lighthouse Restaurant. I thought that was really cool.
    Now I want one.
    Where can I get an alumni license frame?
    Who was the owner of that car?

-Bill Didway (66) - Sedro Woolley, WA
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>>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66)

To answer Judy Willox Hodge's (61) question:
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from the 9/13/00 Alumni Sandstorm:
 Re: Mr. Harvey - Judy Willox Hodge (61) wrote:
    "I have been observing entries written about Mr. Harvey
for some time now and have yet to respond to them even
though I think I also knew him. I believe that he was a
sixth grade teacher at Lewis and Clark the same year
that I was in the sixth grade; but instead of Mr.
Harvey, I had Mr. Bernard. That would have been the year
of 1955. Mr. Bernard was many a gal's heartthrob back
then, but Mr. Harvey always was a jovial person as I
remember it. I don't remember where he went after that
year, but Mr. Bernard moved on to Chief Joseph Jr. High
and nearly broke all his female students hearts. You
see, we were going on to Carmichael and he had the nerve
to betray us and go to Chief Jo! Oh how upset we were!!
*G*!! Anyway, Frank, can you verify for me if this is
truly the same Mr. Harvey? If so, he sure did get around
the Richland schools didn't he? Seems like an awful lot
of kids had him from alot of different schools. Let me
know, okay?"
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-Shirley Collings Haskins (66)
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>>From: Grant Ranlett (69)

Re: Camp Wallowa
Hello to Greg Larson (69) and Mike Franco (70)!

    We were in Boy Scouts together. Greg, we were in
Troop 237 sponsored by Westside Church. Mike, you and I
were in the troop sponsored by Good Shepherd Lutheran
Church where my dad was pastor.
    I spent many summers at Camp Wallowa. It was a huge
place. Very beautiful, near Lake Wallowa in the Blue
Mountains. There I learned how to canoe and developed
my swimming skills. That lake was cold!
    One of the patrols that I was part of from Troop
237 included Alan and Bryan Harvey. Their dad was Vern
Harvey. We went on many campouts together. Besides
teaching me how to fish, I also learned valuable
camping skills from Mr. Harvey. He was a kind man with
a gentle sense of humor.
    I was there that weekend that the mess hall burned
at Camp Wallowa. The night of the fire I had the choice
of sleeping in the mess hall or in a nearby A-frame
cabin. There weren't any extra bunks in the sleeping
quarters above the kitchen and I didn't feel like
sleeping on the floor so I went for the cabin.
    Early in the morning I was awakened by the sound of
a car horn. I jumped down from the bunk, ran for the
door, opened it to see flames leaping out of the mess
hall windows. It was a huge fire. Mr. Harvey and Steve
Willie were among those sleeping in the quarters above
the kitchen.
    The next morning I had heard that a gas leak in the
kitchen had started the fire. The kitchen had been
freshly painted that weekend as part of the work party.
    There's not a day that I don't think of Vern Harvey
and Stephen Willie.

-Grant Ranlett (69)
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>>From: Peggy Roesch Wallan (71)

To: Roxanne Knutson Short (62)
    Additional verse from Mrs. Wallan's music room:

I had a little chicken and she wouldn't lay an egg
So I rubbed hot chocolate up and down her leg.
The little chicken cried and the little chicken begged,
Then that little chicken laid an Easter egg.

    And one more from long ago before mentioning such
things became taboo in schools:

...So I rubbed gun powder up and down her leg....
...Then that little chicken laid a hand grenade.

I'm sure there are more verses.  I'd love to hear 'em.

-Peggy Roesch Wallan (71)
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>>From: Sheila Davis Galloway (71)

Re: memories
To: Dave Doran (72)
Dave,
    I'm sure my Mother and brother will respond to your
question, but I felt as Steve's older sister I too
should respond. You're right. Steve was known by all. I
don't think I know of anyone that didn't like him and
I'm quite sure that he loved everyone... maybe there
was a time or two when we were younger that he didn't
like me... I know he hated it when I would ask him
questions.... he would always say "what are you writing
a book".
    Steve died May 26, 1987. He had had esophagus
surgery to repair a hiatal hernia. This typically is a
routine surgery. On the day that he was to be
discharged, he developed a blood clot that broke loose
and block his heart and lungs. I remember that day as
if it was yesterday. I got a call that I needed to go
to the hospital. I was unaware that it was urgent and I
figured that Steve was just up to his pranks again and
when we all got there he would say something like.. now
that you all are here.... you can see me ride the
wheelchair out of the hospital. When I got there I met
Mike and Karen in the foyer. After being told what had
happened and that our parents had already left, we all
headed to the Tinkle house. I still don't know to this
day how the news traveled so fast, but in a short time
it seemed that the whole town was at our home. It was
obvious that he was loved by many outside our family.
    We don't have Steve anymore but he left behind a
legacy. Heidi, who is 18 now was only 5 when Steve
died. She reminds me of the serious side of Steve
(which I don't think many saw) and she looks like him.
I can remember one day at Chief Jo, when Steve Neill
told me that he had seen Heidi. He said "I wanted to go
up and touch her, her skin reminds me so much of Bear".
Sarah, his youngest was 3 when Steve died. This kid has
inherited Steve personally, I don't think she has an
enemy and a stranger is just a friend she hasn't met.
She is easy going like Steve was and she can play
basketball. In fact she's one of our Bomber girls!
    Thanks, Dave, for asking about Steve. He may be
gone from here, but the memories that we all can share
live on.

-Sheila Davis Galloway (71)
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>>From: Lois Clayton Colton (72)

Re: Camp Wallowa
     When I was five (summer of 59?) my family went to
Camp Wallowa so that my father and others could build
cabins. I remember staying in tent on a platform. I
have a picture of it someplace. We also washed our
clothes in a wringer washing machine. That was pretty
impressive to me, but I don't know what my Mom thought.
My father, Aubrey Clayton, was also a merit badge
counselor several years at the camp.
    In 1985 my husband and I went back to the area, and
since we didn't see any signs to keep out, we toured
the old camp. It was very peaceful and strange. We
walked in and out of the cabins and other buildings. I
spent some time looking at pictures and reading some
records that were left lying around. It was sad to see
it abandoned, and I wondered why they hadn't even
picked up the records out of the office. We made a
video of the whole place that day.

-Lois Clayton Colton (72)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)

To: Dave Doran (72)
Re: Steve Davis
Dave,
    Hello, I'm Mike Davis, Steve's younger brother.
Steve died unexpectedly after esophagus surgery in May
of 1987. Although the surgery was successful a blood
clot had formed (prior to surgery or because of the
surgery, we don't know) Anyway the clot moved to his
lungs where it cut off his air supply. It was very
quick as the doctors could do nothing for him.
    It is always nice to hear how the Bear touched so
many lives with his good natured pleasant personality.
I think what I admired the most about him was his
refusal to judge people (so easy to do in high school)
He treated everyone the same regardless of what
"clique" you were a part of. He saw the differences in
all of us and viewed those differences as positives,
not negatives.
    He was a quality human being and we miss him dearly.

-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Staci Campbell (86)

 Judi Ell Dahl (76) mentioning Mr. Neihold brought back
a memory I have of him which I think says a lot about
the kind of man he was.
    I had him for drivers ed in high school.. back then
I was more interested in skipping class than learning
how to drive so of course Mr. Neihold informed me that
I would not receive my drivers ed certificate at the
end of the class since I wasn't there to take 2 crucial
tests (the highway driving test and the final exam) and
that I would need to re-take the class. Knowing that my
parents wouldn't let me live to take another drivers ed
course once they found out what I had done... I decided
the only mature thing to do would be to well.. cry....
which must have worked because after a couple of
minutes of my loud sobbing, he said that I could take
these tests and that I wouldn't have to re-take the
class however, I would need to wait until the beginning
of the new school year to do it. Finally, in September
I was back in his class room and he took me out on the
highway test... he had me drive up Van Giesen and then
drive across the highway into West Richland and then
turn around and do it again... then he said "ok that
was the highway portion of the test and you passed". I
was surprised, but I maintained my excitement for fear
he would change his mind....so we headed back to the
school where he gave me my final exam....I handed it in
after completing it and I was 3 questions off from
passing...So....he said "Staci what's your middle name
and how do you spell it" ....so I told him....and he
said "what's your parents' names and spell them also".
So... I gave him their names.. and then he asked for my
address.... and so I gave him my address.. after those
3 questions he said "okay you've passed"!
    I have never forgotten what he did for me.. knowing
I was a slacker student. .he still gave me another
chance... (or he just didn't want me to cry
again!..haha)

-Staci Campbell (86) - Richland
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/19/00
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14 Bombers sent stuff:
Marguerite Groff (54), Mike Clowes (54), Tom Matthews (57)
Paul Ratsch (58), Dave Henderson (60WB), Larry Mattingly (60)
Jay Siegel (61), Jim Yount (61), Deedee Willox (64)
Ray Stein (64), Pam Ehinger (67), Patty Sweetin (76), 
Kim Edgar (79), Jenny Smart (87)
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>>From: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54)

    This Sandstorm entry is the hardest I've ever
written. Yesterday afternoon (9/17) I received a phone
call from Barbara Groff, wife of my brother Bill Groff
(61). She let me know that Bill's long, courageous,
fight with cancer had finally come to an end. This
fight started in 1992 and ended yesterday at Swedish
Hospital in Seattle, when he died of respiratory
failure. Fortunately, my brother Phil (58) was also
with him when he passed away. He was my "baby" brother
and even though I knew that the time was coming to bid
him a final "goodbye," I'm not ready.
    When we had the R2K Reunion in June, I had the
pleasure of hosting my 2 brothers and my sister,
Marilyn Groff Taylor (63) for the weekend, along with
their spouses. We all pretty much knew that it would be
the last time we would all be together. But, as many of
you know, even with that knowledge, we are never
prepared.
    Since I don't know when the obituary will be in the
Tri-City Herald, the following information is for
anyone that may want to know about the services. There
will be a Memorial Service on Saturday, September 23;
1:00 pm at Trinity Lutheran Church in Lynnwood, WA. If
anyone wants more information, please feel free to e-
mail me and I'll tell you what I can.
    He was very much loved. He has been the happiest in
his life with his wonderful wife, Barb. Though he
didn't want to leave Barb, Bill wasn't afraid to die,
because he knew he would be in his Lord's loving arms.
He has earned his reward and has been promoted from
this life to one far better.

-Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

Re: "Day's Pay"
    Sometime back I wrote about the authenticity of the
paint job on "Day's Pay", and this has generated
comments in "The Sandbox", including some personal
experiences of a classmate of mine, Jerry Swain (54),
in the "friendly skies" of North Vietnam.
    Back to the subject at hand. As I recall the
question was not only to the correctness of the paint
scheme, but also that the observer thought the
propellers were spinning in the wrong direction. I am
going to assume that the artist(s) were using a
photograph, or perhaps a frame from a motion picture
when the mural was done. If that is the case, then what
we see is a painting of a stroboscopic effect. We've
all seen in the movies or on television, as the car or
wagon passes the camera, the wheels appear to be going
in the opposite direction. Without getting too
technical, this occurs when the camera is at a certain
distance from the object, and the speed of the object.
Similar objects further from the camera do not seem to
exhibit this effect.
    Quite probably the artist did not even think of
this as he/she faithfully copied the picture. Now as to
the authenticity, here artistic license is used. The
original "photo" has been re-touched, so to speak, in
order for we Bombers to see "Day's Pay" on the gym
wall. There is a similar mural in the Smithsonian Air
and Space Museum.

-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) - Albany, OR
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>>From: Tom Matthews (57)

Re: Mr. Harvey/Mr. Hovey

RETRACTION: The item I wrote several weeks ago about
Mr. Harvey were actually about Mr. Hovey (falling over
in desk, etc.). Still a great teacher, and perhaps still
alive. So is it a good excuse that the names have
almost the same number of letters and they both start
with H?  [...and both end with 'vey'.  -Ed]

It became obvious after looking at the link Shirley
Collings Haskins (66) provided showing some of Chief Jo
staff.

-Tom Matthews (57)
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>>From: Paul Ratsch (58)

Re: Teacher from the past
    What ever happened to Andy "Green Shirt/Brown
Pants" Anderson. I think he was a wood shop
teacher, study hall, etc.
    I will never forget the time someone tossed a lit
cherry bomb in the side door of study hall. It lit on a
pile of papers in front of Andy and went off. Papers
flew all over the place. I laughed so hard I all most
had a seizure.
    Neil McCartney (58) was there at the time and
Harley Stell thought he saw [Neil] do it. Poor Neil got
kicked out of school for it. I know for a fact that he
didn't do it, but who would listen to me in those
days........

-Paul Ratsch (58)
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>>From: David E Henderson (60WB)

Re: Question About Richland's Early Years
    While sitting around reminiscing about the great
old days in Richland with a person who grew up in Walla
Walla, the conversation got around to the great schools
and teachers that Richland was blessed with; in the 40s
and 50s. Here are my questions:

1. Wasn't Richland a company town (owned by the U.S,
government)?

2. Were the schools built and run by the U.S.
government?

3. Were the teachers employees of the U.S. government?

-David E Henderson (60WB)
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>>From: Larry Mattingly (60)

To: Shirley Collings Haskins (66)
    I went to Lewis and Clark and had Mr. Gerald Harvey
for 6th grade. Gene Bernard was the other 6th grade
teacher. I believe the Harvey being discussed taught at
Chief Jo and was a different Harvey. Gerald Harvey left
Richland and went to teach in SD near where he was from
originally. A few years back I heard from someone that
they had met Gerald Harvey at Mt. Rushmore. He
apparently had seen Richland on their license plate
frame as he was walking by in the parking lot.
    I can remember the many times that happened to us.
At least every other year my folks would pile me into
the car and we would drive to Kentucky or Michigan to
visit relatives. Before I learned to drive I knew US 30
by heart. The relatives wouldn't drive West because of
fear of the Rockies. Anyone remember what the roads
were like in the 40s and 50s? We would stop for gas
and someone would see the car dealer from Richland on
the license plate frame. Then they would say they had a
relative or friend that left to go to "that there
atomic plant" to work. And then of course they would
say maybe you know him/her, (name), and of course we
never did. It was hard for outsiders to understand how
big Hanford was and how many worked there. Places like
"Wall Drug" and "Little America" were true tourist
traps. The souvenir shops were as big as the dinner.

"Happiness is the sky in bloom"
-J Larry Mattingly (60) - Tacoma, WA
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>>From: Jay Siegel (61)

Re: Mr. Harvey
To: Judy Willox Hodge (61)
    Mr. Vern Harvey taught 6th grade at Jason Lee in
1955 - I was in his class. He was one of the fairest,
most honorable individuals that I have ever met. I will
never forget the last day of school and we were sitting
around awaiting dismissal. He asked us if there were
any questions from anyone. Someone asked him a question
about his refusal to talk about his Army experiences.
He stood there and grew very somber, thought for a
moment and then he made a decision - you could see it.
He then went on to explain how his squad was in a group
when a white phosphorus shell hit his best friend
standing across from him. The friend was killed but,
because the shell was a white phosphorus one instead of
high explosive, no one else was injured. He continued
by saying, in effect, that memory overshadowed all his
other memories of combat, and it was too painful.
    I continued to keep in touch with his because of
Scouting for the next few years. It was one of the
saddest moments when my Mom told me of his death - his
honesty and virtue impacted my life to this day.

-Jay Siegel (61)
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>>From: Jim Yount (61) - 1961 reunion communications

Re: class of 1961 reunion committee meeting
    Our next committee meeting will be this Thursday,
September 21, 7:00-9:00 pm in the Kennewick Room (off
the Lobby; next to the hall going to the dining room)
of the Red Lion Hanford House. We need all the good
ideas we can get, and also some help locating "lost"
classmates, so folks who will be in town this Thursday
are cordially invited to join us!
    We have set the date(s) and location for the
reunion for the Red Lion Hanford House for 6/22 &
23/00, coinciding with Cool Desert Nights. We expect to
follow in the spirit of R2K, by opening up our Friday
night social gathering in the Hanford House courtyard
to all years. John Adkins (62) has volunteered to work
with some of the R2K folks to help us manage the Friday
social, bringing lessons learned from R2K.
    This Thursday, we will divide up responsibilities,
form committees for days/activities, and also review
the class roster briefly, sign up for tracking down
lost classmates.
    Feel free to e-mail me directly with questions, or
call me at home during the day; I'm in the Richland
phone book.

-Jim Yount (61) - 1961 reunion communications
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>>From: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)

To: Shirley Collings Haskins (66)
    Went to the scanned page of your Chief Jo yearbook.
Was that Mr. Bernard the same one who taught at Lewis &
Clark? And was Mrs. Cotrill the mother of Linda Cotrill
(64)?

To: Linda Reining (64)
    Small world! My aunt (the one mom named me for)
used to live in Northridge. She sold the place and
moved to Cambria (up Highway 1 by Hearst Castle) in
'82. I remember visiting her in Northridge when I was
little, but her house was torn down for apartments I
think. 17327 Saticoy.
    My husband and I visited Fullerton several years
ago and went to the church where Charles Swindoll
preaches.  He has written several books also.
    If I remember Bakersfield, it is HOT! Many of the
people in Cambria retired from Bakersfield.

Re: Spudnuts
    As for Spudnuts (or sputnuts *g*), I love them no
matter what you call them! I live in Burbank, WA (not
CA), so am close enough to Richland that I have my
hubby hooked on them too!

-Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)- Burbank, WA
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>>From: Ray Stein (64)

Re: Mr. Bernard
    I've read the nice comments about Mr. Bernard and I
would certainly agree that he was a great educator. As
a teacher at Central Valley High School in Spokane.
I've had the privilege of working with his nephew,
Steve Bernard. Steve was one of his uncle's hunting and
fishing buddies, and also bears an uncanny resemblance
to his uncle. Last year Steve was selected as the
Teacher of the Year for Spokane County. He is a well-
respected and well-liked teacher as well as being a
first-rate Football and Track coach. I'm sure Steve
would love to hear stories about his uncle.

-Ray Stein (64)
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>>From: Pam Ehinger (67)

To: All that worked on the R2K Picture
    WOW!! You all did a great job!! I've showed the
pictures to my co workers and they all think it's just
AWESOME!! It was well worth the wait.
    Thank you all for all the hard work, you did.

Bombers Rule,
-Pam Ehinger (67)
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>>From: Patty Sweetin (76)

    I've enjoyed reading the entries. I've stayed up
way past my bedtime, engrossed in the memories. I moved
to Bellingham, Washington in 1982 and have live here
since then. I attended Western Washington University
and received a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Psychology in
1985 and a Master of Science Degree in Psychology in
1989. I'm currently working as a Vocational
Rehabilitation Counselor here in Bellingham, working
with industrially injured workers. It's a challenging
and rewarding job and very time consuming. However, one
doesn't want to be bored, right? My next venture is
going to be buying a house within the next few months.
    As far as Richland was concerned, I was somewhat
withdrawn in high school, dealing with family issues at
that time and spending much time studying, so many of
you in my age bracket may not remember me. I was
involved with the Pep Club all of my years at Col Hi
and joined the German Club. That was about the extent
of anything extra that I participated in. I'm now
regretting that I didn't make more of an effort to
participate in social life then. If I were the way that
I currently am back then, I think I would have been
better known. I'm a fairly outgoing person now and a
lot different. Maybe some of you remember my family
members. My grandmother, Margaret Sweetin was a
surgical nurse at Kadlec Hospital (where I was born)
and knew Dr. Peterson (she called him "Pete"). Is this
the same Dr. that was in the delivery room when I was
born, I wonder, or is that another Dr. Peterson? I read
that a Dr. Peterson passed away in 1998 in Oregon. My
grandfather, Lester Sweetin worked out at the area. My
Dad, Lester Sweetin was a mechanical engineer and
helped to work on the design of PRTR and the FFTF. My
Mom, Myrtle Sweetin, was an occasional substitute
teacher in the late 60s, especially at Carmichael.
Finally, my sister Peggy is from the class of '79.
    As for the question regarding Clear Lake, I'm sure
there's probably more than one by this name. The one
I'm familiar with is in Skagit County, in the Mount
Vernon-Sedro Woolley area, about 30 miles south of
Bellingham.
    Regarding Patty McLaughlin, is she the one who
taught for a while at Carmichael? When I was in the
seventh grade, a Patty McLaughlin took over the class
when our homeroom teacher, Ms. Rowley, went on
maternity leave. If I remember right, she did mention
that she lived on Cottonwood. I lived on Cottonwood
too, but down the street a few blocks, close to where
Lee runs into Cottonwood.
    My mother used to take my sister and me for
Spudnuts and that was often a treat during summer days.
However, from a geographical standpoint, my favorite
part of the area was the Columbia River and the
memories of boating during the summer and having
barbecues on the islands. Our family would take our
boat and go through the locks on the Columbia and on
the Snake Rivers and camp on the boat overnight. We'd
drop an anchor and be awakened in the morning by the
wake from a barge passing by.
    Does anyone have any information on Mr. Larry
Meyers, the math teacher, or on Mrs. Painter, the
German teacher at Carmichael? These, among others, were
very special people.

-Patty Sweetin (76)
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>>From: Kim Edgar (79)

Re: Olympics
    I was curious if anyone knew of any athletes from
the Tri-Cities that went to the Olympics (past or
present), and whether they brought home a medal.
    We have a young man, "Scott Shipley" (from Poulsbo,
WA) over there now, he's hoping to bring home the Gold
in the Kayak race. Don't forget to watch him Tuesday, 
Sept. 19th and give him a big Bomber Cheer along with 
all the other US Olympic athletes.

-Kim Edgar (79)
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>>From: Jenny Smart Page (87)

Re: Mr. Neihold
    Mr. Neihold is one teacher that, I swear, is truly
living inside my head. There is not a day that goes by
that I don't think of this man, and what he pounded
into my brain. Every time I drive over a bridge,
regardless of the weather conditions, I hear him
yelling at us, (yelling, because it was a zero hour
class, and just about everybody was half asleep),
"PEOPLE!! YA GOTTA REMEMBER!! BRIDGES FREEZE
FIRST!! AND IF YA DON'T --- RING!! RING!! HELLO,
EINAN'S?"  (Einan's, for those of you who may have
forgotten, is the local funeral home). He was quite the
teacher, and I'll never forget him. (In case anyone is
interested, I happen to have a copy of his obituary.
E-mail me if you would like a copy).
    Still alive because of my RHS driver's education--

-Jenny Smart Page (87)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/20/00
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12 Bombers and 1 funeral notice today.
Anna May Wann (49), Doris Brinkerhoff (57),
Janet Wilgus (59), Jim Yount (61),
Judy Willox (61), Jim Hamilton (63),
Marilyn Groff (63), Carol Converse (64),
Robin Morey (74), Brenda Belcher (76),
Kim Edgar (79), Jamie McDevitt (81)
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>>From: Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49)

    Chris Stordahl is Patty's aunt and would have been
in our class of '49. She was in Marcus Whitman with us.
So, Chris, if you are reading this let us know your e-
mail address please.
    In fact as I made the trip to Richland Sunday
morning to have lunch with Jean Williamson Dreher (49)
and Doris Palmer Overla (49) we were talking about
Chris and picking cherries in her back yard. Of course
we talked about many other things (about how innocent
we were - never went to the beer parties etc. that the
other guys had) but we did have fun. Spent 3 hours over
lunch at the Shilo and talked about all of you. I hope
your ears were burning!!! Talked like crazy to get Jean
and Doris both into this daily history lesson of
Richland. As soon as Doris gets back to Florida she
will be joining us. Jean still has to find a connection
from Othello. Doris and her husband were in town for
the Camp Hanford reunion.

To: Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51)
    We were wondering what's the latest on Janet?

    Also if someone answered my question about the R2K
cookbook, I missed it. Can you inform me again as to
the status.
    Also we are still going to the Work Shop Tavern for
hamburgers every Wednesday after golf. If anyone cares
to join us we are usually there about 1:30 (we are slow
golfers) that's why lunch is so late..

-Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49)
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>>From: Doris Brinkerhoff DeFord (57)

Re: Recorders
    Having just read several of your messages about
recorders, I wish some of you who are knowledgeable
about such things had been with my husband and I a few
evenings ago. We would have loved to know more about
the musical instruments we experienced that evening.
The best way I can explain is to share a page out of my
journal.

    “Vilnius - September 16th - While strolling through
old town, we saw a sign announcing “Vilniaus Miesto
Senosios Muzikos ir Sokio Vaiku Teatras.”. That was in
Lithuanian. It was easier to guess the nature of the
entertainment in Polish, “Scholares Minores Pro Musika
Antiqua”. We paid our 2 lts and followed the crowd into
the folk festival. It was unique. The setting was a
stage laid out in an archeological dig in the ancient
basement of a 14th century castle. The entire dig is
covered with a make-shift arched cover. The backdrop
was ancient crumbling brickwork, arches and buttresses.
Many clusters of small candles were artfully placed
among the stones and ancient walls, lending a medieval
flavor to the whole of it. The program was outstanding.
It starred mostly children and young adults from
Lithuania, Latvia, Poland and St. Petersburg, Russia,
performing medieval music and dance and using ancient
musical instruments. The costuming, according to the
program, was authentic 17th - 18th century dress of the
rich and famous.
    Wonderful folk melodies were coaxed from wooden and
ivory recorders that flourished in all sizes and
colors. Other wooden pipes were played like flutes or
piccolos. Never have I imagined such an array of
stringed instruments, some whimsical, some familiar,
that accompanied the marvelous haunting harmonies of
the young voices. The acoustics of this primeval cellar
were breathtaking. Rhythm was provided by drums, wooden
blocks, bells and tambourines, all marvelously antique
in design.
    Many of the dances were stately affairs with the
young men and women in their richly lavish and colorful
dress moving gracefully to the wispy melodies floating
upward to us. Others evoked enchanting visions of young
people, crowned with flower wreaths, celebrating the
joys of spring. The audience was spellbound. It was all
very elaborate and most entertaining. As we left, we
were delighted by threads of old tunes lingering in the
air as some of the young musicians found it as
difficult as we to cross the line back into the 21st
century.”
   Such is early autumn in Lithuania.

[later...]

    Bomber Cheers for Maren! She does a fantastic job
as always. I sent a message to the Sandstorm last
evening {above] and then woke up in the middle of the
night with the realization that I did not finish my
entry. I got interrupted and then came back and sent it
off without my name and from a different server. But as
usual, Maren saved the day and tracked me down. Thanks,
Maren, for going the second mile with your sleuth work.

    I was going to finish my entry with how much I
enjoy all the Bomber memories and look forward each day
to a bit of home while far away from home. I loved
hearing all the old songs from years ago. And
remembering all the teachers. Thanks to everyone who
writes in and shares.

-Doris Brinkerhoff DeFord (57)
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>>From: Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)

Re: RHS photo
    Tom and I are planning to have our RHS photo
professionally matted and framed and it will hold an
honored spot at our place!!! Thank you, team, it is
just beautiful.
    Now, if anyone can help us on this one, do you
think our license plate frame will arrive someday soon?
We would proudly carry that around California, fer
shur!!!

Thanks.
-Janet Wilgus Beaulieu (59)
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>>From: Jim Yount (61) - 1961 reunion communications

Re: class of 1961 reunion committee meeting
    Our next committee meeting will be this Thursday,
September 21, 7:00-9:00 pm in the Kennewick Room (off
the Lobby; next to the hall going to the dining room)
of the Red Lion Hanford House. We need all the good
ideas we can get, and also some help locating "lost"
classmates, so folks who will be in town this Thursday
are cordially invited to join us!
    We have set the date(s) and location for the
reunion for the Red Lion Hanford House for 6/22 &
23/00, coinciding with Cool Desert Nights. We expect to
follow in the spirit of R2K, by opening up our Friday
night social gathering in the Hanford House courtyard
to all years. John Adkins (62) has volunteered to work
with some of the R2K folks to help us manage the Friday
social, bringing lessons learned from R2K.
    This Thursday, we will divide up responsibilities,
form committees for days/activities, and also review
the class roster briefly, sign up for tracking down
lost classmates.
    Feel free to e-mail me directly with questions, or
call me at home during the day; I'm in the Richland
phone book.

-Jim Yount (61) - 1961 reunion communications
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>>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61)

To: Bill Didway (66)
    Oddly enough, I do know where LaConner is as my
husband worked over in Anacortes and we stayed over on
Whidby Island, running around all over that country
over there. Pretty area and we enjoyed it. As to where
you can get an alumni license frame -- just click onto
the Richland Bombers site: http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/
and scroll down to the R2K links, click on it, scroll
down to "stuff to buy" and click on that, scroll down
to the license plate there and click on that and presto
-- an address and information as to where you can get
the frames! Can't say who the owner of that car was,
but I do own a set of those frames on both my truck and
car and I love them and am proud to display them!!

To: Shirley Collings Haskins (66)
    Thanks for the scanned page from your Chief Jo
Warrior annual. I know now that Mr. Verne Harvey was
not the same Mr. Harvey that was a Lewis and Clark
teacher. I think that Larry Mattingly (60) may have
cleared that question up. However, I was delighted to
see my old heartthrob and sixth grade teacher smiling
back at me from that page!! Plus another of my old-time
favorites, Mrs. Edwards!! Thanks for some good
memories!

To: Larry Mattingly (60)
    Boy, did you ever clear up the mystery of the two
Mr. Harvey's! I remember now that Mr. Bernard and Mr.
Harvey used to call each other by their first names,
but not their given first names. Mr. Bernard's was
Eugene and Mr. Harvey called him Gene. Mr. Harvey's was
Gerald, but Mr. Bernard called him Gerry. Do you
remember that? Or does anyone else remember that? *G*!!
    Gee, Larry, do you also remember the cute little
penguins that sat on top of the buildings in Little
America? Years later as my husband and I went through
there, I just sat and looked at those darn penguins
that I had rattled on and on about to my husband and
just shook my head. What the heck was the big deal I
wondered? *G*!! I remember the gift shop there at the
diner too; bought many an item there as we went
through. I loved my little rock collection that came in
a box from there! Oh the memories of a child!!! Thanks
for triggering them!!

To: Jay Siegel (61)
    Hi there classmate! Thanks for your lovely story
about Mr. Verne Harvey and clearing up where he taught
in those years. He sure couldn't be in two places at
once now could he? Larry Mattingly did clear up this
matter, but the stories of Mr. V. Harvey have been nice
to read -- seems like he was a very nice person to know
and was loved by many.

To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)
    Yeth, ya knothead, that IS the same Mr. Bernard
that was my all-time favorite elementary heartthrob
teacher! *G*!!!! and LOL!!! Don't know the answer to
the other, but see that you beat me in answering Linda
Reining (64) about our Aunt Deedee from
Northridge, CA. How funny is that that we both remember
that Saticoy address?!!!!
    Great minds and all that!  *G*!!!!

To: Ray Stein (64)
    Thanks for that email address for Mr. Bernard's
nephew. I will get in touch with him and tell him what
a great guy his uncle was!!

To: Roxanne Knutson Short (62)
    Call me Roxanne at 943-1051. If I remember right,
the night we were stuffing bags for the R2K reunion,
you mentioned that you were looking for someone that I
just may have recently acquired information about.

And finally,
To: Marguerite Groff Tompkins (54)
    I am so sorry to hear of your family's loss of
Bill. Bill was a fellow classmate and he will be missed
at next year's 40th reunion. My thoughts and prayers
are with you at this time! God bless you all!!

-Judy Willox Hodge (61)
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>>From: Jim Hamilton (63)

    I took a phone call for an associate yesterday, and
low and behold I got a Bomber on the line. Bart
Longmore, a southend kid (kinda) at that. We had a nice
chat about Richland, getting old, and you shoulda been
at Y2R, which he had never heard about (dang '64
lightweights).
    It's pretty amazing how small the world is, when
Bombers are concerned. I once ran into Shari Ward
Johnson (63) in the main terminal at Rhine Mein in
Frankfurt. This was like 30 years ago, and I was so
surprised to see her, that I couldn't remember her name
(although I think I was an usher at she and Kurt's
wedding). The forever lovely Miss Nancy and I found
Roger and Sandy Fishback going the other way in a pink
VW in Germany, when we were actually looking for them
    The best all time, "Bomber small world, guess who I
ran into", story has to be Tony Harrah's about running
into Mushy Smith. I'll leave it to Tony to wax
eloquently on "his story".
    It would be interesting to hear how, when, where
and under what circumstances other Bombers have hooked
up.

Semper Bomberus,
jimbeaux

-Jim Hamilton (63)
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>>From: Marilyn Groff Taylor (63)

Re:  Bill Groff (61)
     Just a brief note to let people know about our
brother, Bill Groff.
    After several years of a courageous battle he lost
his fight with cancer Sunday Sept. 16. We will miss him.
    There will be a memorial service for him in Lynnwood
at the Lutheran church there, don't know the name, on
Saturday 1:00. Mark Reitan, class of '63, pastor of
this church, will officiate. If anyone wants to attend,
feel free.

Marilyn (63), Marguerite (54), and Phil (58) Groff
[Bill's siblings]
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>>From: Carol Converse Maurer (64)

To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)
    You wanted to know if Mrs. Cottrill was the mother
of Linda? Yes, she is. I never had her as a teacher,
but I was friends with the family in grade school.
She's a really neat person.
    All this talk of Mr. Bernard. I couldn't place him
at all until someone mentioned him teaching at Lewis
and Clark. I remember him from there. I didn't have him
though.
    Seems my entry hasn't made it into the Sandstorm as
yet about receiving my R2K picture. It WAS worth the
wait. Thank you for those of you that worked so hard to
make it so special!!  :):)

-Carol Converse Maurer (64) - Eureka, CA
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>>From: Robin Morey Schildknecht (74)

Re: Memory of Steve Davis
    It was my sophomore year, Steve a senior. Remember
the dreaded dancing in P.E. all he girls lined up on
one side of the gym the guys on the other, the girls
standing, waiting to see if they would be chosen,
hoping not to be the last one picked. (how humiliating,
I can't believe they did it that way) when Steve walked
right up to me, first thing. Wow, a senior picked me, a
lowly soph. He sure made my day. Was he called Bear
because of his size or teddy bear heart?
    Richland Homecoming 98, Steve's beautiful daughter
was one of the princess'. Uncle Mike was her escort.
Mike you hunk you!

P.S. Is there a Denny's near Wallowa lake?

-Robin Morey Schildknecht (74)
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>>From: Brenda Belcher Ripplinger (76)

To: Patty Sweetin (76)
    Wow! Hi, Patty! It's kind of funny, but sometimes,
certain people (for whatever reasons) become a part of
our lifelong memories. You are one of those people, for
me.
    I remember you well, from grade school at Marcus
Whitman. You were the FASTEST girl in the entire
school! I remember Mr. Olsen timing us while we did the
50 yard dash and your time was always the best! I've
always had a competitive nature and it was my highest
goal to beat you in a race. I never did, though.
    I also remember catching bees with you on the
playground and taking out their stingers so that we
could then keep them as pets (for about 15 minutes)
    And I remember that you went for a long train ride
with your family and when you came back you kept saying
that the ground looked like it was still moving! I know
that feeling!! But not from travel...... it was when
Nintendo first came out. I think I played Mario
Brothers for about three days... non-stop! When I
finally put it down (due to family intervention)
everything looked like it was still moving.... the
walls, the ceiling....... anyway, I thought of you and
your train ride.
    Nice to hear you're doing well.

Take care,
-Brenda Belcher Ripplinger (76)
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>>From: Kim Edgar (79)

Re: School Photos and Black combs
    In an earlier Sandstorm, someone asked if anyone
remembers getting a black comb when they got their
school picture taken. I just wanted to let you know the
tradition is still alive and well. My son just had his
school photo taken, he brought home a little black
comb. He's pretty proud of it I might add, kids are so
easy to please in kindergarten.
    I notice the schools are getting more dependent on
parent volunteers to help, (especially the younger
grades). Most schools have parent sign-up sheets for
being a teachers aid (one each day of the week) and a
sign-up sheet for snacks. I also bring home some of the
projects to help the teacher prepare for class, tonight
I'll be cutting out elephants the kids colored so the
teacher can put it in their memory book.
    I don't mind doing this, I rather enjoy being
involved in my son's class. My question is, has this
always been this way and I never noticed, or is this
because of cut backs and lack of funds?. I don't
remember seeing too many parents in school in my
elementary years.

-Kim Edgar (79)
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>>From: Jamie R. McDevitt (81)

Re: Mr. Neihold
    Jenny Smart Page's (81) memory of Mr. Neihold gave
me a good laugh. I took driver's ed the summer of 1978
from him and I too remember him saying those same
words. However, the one thing I have never forgotten is
IPDE: Identify, Predict, Decide, Execute! Recently I
was driving on the University of Idaho campus where
members of the Greek houses were throwing frisbees
across the street to one another. Next thing I know a
frisbee lands in front of my car and I immediately
think IPDE! as I hit the break to avoid hitting the
frat boy chasing the frisbee.
    Thanks, Mr. Neihold.

-Jamie McDevitt (81)
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Funeral notice scanned from September 19, 2000
TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins (66)

~ Bill Groff ~ Class of 1961 ~

http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/21/00
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12 Bombers and 1 Bomber Mom today.
Clarence Fulcher (51) and Gloria Adams (54),
Doreen Hallenbeck (51), Joan Eckert (51),
Ralph Myrick (51), Helen Cross (62),
Anita Cleaver (63), Jim Hamilton (63),
Joe Ford (63), Linda Reining (64),
Vernita Edwards (65), Mike Davis (74),
BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)
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>>From: Clarence Fulcher (51) & Gloria Adams Fulcher (54)

Re: Bill Groff's death
To: Marguerite and Family
    Our sincere sympathy in the loss of your beloved
brother, Bill. He was a great guy and we were all lucky
to share some time with him. We celebrate the years the
Lord gave him to you to share his laughter, love and
family ties. We hope our thoughts and prayers will help
ease your pain.

Sincerely,
-Clarence Fulcher (51) & Gloria Adams Fulcher (54)
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>>From: Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51)

Re: What a gathering!
To: Anna May "Ann" Wann Thompson (49)
    Wow, what a 3-hour session it must have been with
Doris Palmer, Jean Williamson and you at the Shilo.
Wish it would have been about a month later and I would
join you. Having lived next door to you for a looong
time, I do recall a few things such as beer parties,
cars parked outside the house late at night with
occupants in them, jitterbugging, Pep Club activities.
Of course, being the younger sister I wasn't involved
in of those things.
    Thanks for asking about Janet. She is still
'hanging in there' from her major stroke five years
ago. We were in Chehalis visiting her in August. She is
unable to walk or talk (other than a few meaningless
words); her full right side is useless. Her fantastic
husband sees that she has the very best of care; she is
in her living room chair, watching her favorite sports
channel, listens to books on tape and seems content.
She does get out in the wheel chair occasionally, They
do have e-mail, however, if you write her you shouldn't
expect a response because she is not computer literate
and Don really doesn't have time to do a lot of letter
writing. If you want her e-mail address you can write
me and I'll be glad to pass it along.

To: All the '51ers out there
    Plans are coming along nicely for our 50th reunion
in September of 2001 -- be sure to mark your calendar.

-Doreen Hallenbeck Waldkoetter (51)
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>>From: Joan Eckert Sullens (51)

Re: Nostalgia
    Just got back from a few days up in Richland. One
of my sisters lives out from town in West Richland.
Driving out there I was reminded when Grosscup was the
end of the line - the "dingleweeds" as we called it.
We'd go out that way to swim in the canal.... and now
look at the area! Driving up from Umatilla we are
continually amazed at the growth of orchards and
vineyards.... and houses. Houses seem to be popping up
everywhere - even up on Flattop.
    Of course we had to check in at the Spudnut Shop.
Lots of "gray hairs" in there, but also many young
people. It's always busy. My sister and Mom asked if I
had seen anyone I knew. I asked the, "How would I know?
Unless they wear name tags, the chances of my
recognizing anyone after all these years is not
likely." But it still produces a warm, fuzzy feeling
just to be sitting there.
    Richland really seems to be doing well. The homes
all seem well kept and of course there are all the new
ones springing up everywhere. Makes me proud to be a
former Richland-ite.

-Joan Eckert Sullens (51)
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>>From: Ralph Myrick (51)

Re: Bomber Small World

   Do any of you remember a Robert Taylor? He was a
student at Old Sacajawea from l944 to 1948. His mother,
Doris Taylor, taught English at ColHi. His dad was
superintendent of the POW camp near Horn Rapids, and
that is where he lived. He said they lived in a Quonset
hut and then they moved his family into a prefab. I am
sure that I probably passed him in the hallways.
    I was a 6th grader at that time in Mrs. Watkin's class.
    Bob and his wife, Dianne, purchased the house next
to us on Gage Blvd. in the Birchfield Meadows addition.
I thought what a small world, it really is.

-Ralph Myrick (51)
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>>From: Helen Cross Kirk (62)

To: Jim Hamilton (63)
    I am happy to share my surprise at finding Bombers
all over the world. I was in London attending the
Ceremony of the Keys at The Tower of London in late
August, l996. My husband and I were attending on
tickets friends of our had gotten for the 4 of us about
a month prior. So after the interesting tour a "little
lady in glasses", who I'd noticed had been looking at
me sort of strangely during the hour or so our group of
about l5 was together, said to me, "Excuse me, I have
to ask..." Immediately as soon as I heard her voice, I
knew it was Diane Davenport. one of my classmates since
Carmichael days. We've written a few times since. She's
in California, and I'm in Indiana, but maybe we can
meet up again in London, as we both love to go there.
    One other time years ago I was at a Bomber home
basketball game during one of my vacations home to see
my folks etc. in Richland. I thought I saw Henry Parker
across the way, so I got up and headed over, very happy
to see him again. I got right up to him, and started to
speak, and the guy turned around, and it wasn't Henry
at all!! So I haven't seen him since I had run into him
at a UW bookstore on the avenue back in l967 when he
was joining the Air Force to serve our country.
    I'm always looking for Bombers wherever I go.
Whenever I'm at Sea-Tac Airport I expect to see some
Bombers I know, but I probably have missed them,
because I was looking at their children and not them.
Funniest thing, how old we all are. Today I was
teaching pre-school at our church and we had to tell
how old we were if we got the ball in a game we were
playing. When I told the kids I was 56 you should have
heard them all gasp in surprise that anyone could be
that old, (and still teach pre-school). Such is life.

-Helen Cross Kirk (62)
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>>From: Anita Cleaver Heiling (63)

Re: Small [Bomber] World Department
    Dean Heiling ('63 - my husband) is an attorney here
in Portland. He had a deposition of a client in his
office and found out that both his client (Paul
Southworth '62? '63?) and the opposing attorney (Jack
Hoffman - year?) were both Bombers!

-Anita Cleaver Heiling (63)
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>>From: Jim Hamilton (63)

   It was 38 years ago, today, that I invoked my senior
privilege and commenced to courtin' the red headed
"softmore", who was to become "The Always Lovely, and
Forever Young Miss Nancy".
    It's been a great trip. I'm sure I swept her off of
her feet, when I paid her way into the Uptown that
Friday night with a crisp birthday five spot. If it
wasn't that fiver it must have been my deadly
combination of English Leather and the five inches of
white sock showing over the top of my black converse
low cuts.
    Regardless, the rest is history and I'm one happy
Hombre.

jimbeaux

-Jim Hamilton (63)
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>>From: Joe Ford (63)

To: Fellow Richlanders
Re: Chance encounters with Richland folk
    Here's one small story:
    In about 1986, boarding a plane in Minneapolis, I
saw a fellow boarding the same flight who resembled
Kirk Galbraith (Col Hi '61, older brother of Reed '63,
John '66 and MaryAnne ?'70?). Asked him if he were
Kirk, and he answered yes, and we later chatted over
the back of an airplane seat.
    Small world.

Regards,
-Joe Ford (63)
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>>From: Linda Reining (64)

To: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)
    You had mentioned Cambria and that a lot of people
from CA retire there. Thought I would tell you about an
experience I had there. In '76 when I married my second
husband (now, ex). His oldest brother and his wife
owned a 2-bedroom cabin; we "borrowed" the cabin for
our honeymoon. But, we also had my mother; step-dad; my
two daughters; Ron's twin sons; his twin brother and
his two kids "visit". They didn't want us to be lonely!
    The cabin was nice and the area was beautiful!
Deer would walk through the yard and we could walk from
the top of the hill down to the water.
 Yes, Bakersfield is HOT! But where else can you find
Buck Owens and his "Crystal Palace"; Merle Haggard; and
the migrant camp that was used in "The Grapes of
Wrath"?
    Were you at the 35th reunion? Since developing a
seizure condition in '87, it has really "played" havoc
with my memory and there were a lot of people there
that I just could not remember. The saying, "the lights
are on, but nobody's home" refers to me!

-Linda Reining (64) - Bakersfield, CA
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>>From: Vernita Edwards Loveridge (65)

Re: Gene Bernard
    I have enjoyed reading the entries about Gene
Bernard, and particularly Ray Stein's (64) entry with
his nephew's e-mail. My folks were good friends with
Gene and Joyce Bernard as they all belonged to the West
Richland Golf Club (later became the Elks Club) and I
have many wonderful memories of both Gene and Joyce.
They lived on Thayer, if my memory serves me correctly,
in a two or three bedroom prefab that they remodeled on
a regular basis. It was great fun to spend the night
with them when my folks were out of town. They both
wanted children and it never happened, so they welcomed
the children of all their friends. I had Gene for
regular Science classes at Chief Jo, but also took an
"early morning" Geology class from him. Does anyone
else remember those "early morning" extras that were
offered to us? I think the classes ran from 7AM - 8AM,
and regular classes began at 8:30AM. Most of the plays
were also rehearsed in the early morning and I remember
walking across the field from GWWay to the "stilt"
apartments and Chief Jo in practical darkness (I'm sure
my memory IS fuzzy on this one!) so that we could study
Geology. We took some terrific field trips with this
class.
    Every time I look at a rock formation and the
various strata, I think of Gene.
    When I was living in Death Valley, Gene and Joyce
stopped by and stayed several days, playing golf during
the day and reminiscing in the evenings. He had had one
heart attack at that time, and he died the following
year.
    Even then, he was still gorgeous, and he and Joyce
were obviously still very much in love. He regaled us
with his own memories of his teaching years, and it
seems to me, he said he later became a counselor. Does
that sound familiar to any of the more recent Bombers?

Re: Mrs. Price
    My favorite teacher was Mrs. Price who taught 3rd
grade at Jefferson. I still laugh when I remember her
clearing her desk off, and standing on top of it to
dance the Mexican Hat dance. I also remember studying
the Pioneers and one of the mothers bringing in a
sample of "real" pioneer food. Mrs. Price counted on
all of the parents participating in her class some way,
so I guess the volunteerism was going on even in the
50s.

-Vernita Edwards Loveridge (65)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)

To: Robin Morey Schildknecht (74)
    Thank you for the nice story about the Bear.
Actually the nickname came from my dad. My dad is kinda
famous for sticking nicknames on everyone. When Steve
was little he was called "Brown Bear". Naturally. over
the years it was shortened to "Bear". I think the name
was very appropriate considering his size and his big
heart. So I'm assuming you can gather where "Boo Boo"
came from.

To: Everyone Else!
    I want to point out Robin's referring to me as a
"hunk". This is a bright, intelligent, young lady.
Don't question her reasoning. Whatever she says is
gospel!!! I'm convinced!!!

-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)

To: Robin Morey Schildknecht (74)
    What a sweet letter about Bear.  My version of why
he was called Bear is:
    One Christmas we got he and Mike the Yogi and Boo
Boo Bears and thereafter called him Bear and Mike Boo
Boo. (Franco and Brad and the "older" group have
different versions of Boo Boo's name but that is the
way he got the name) It could just as well been because
of his tender heart too that Steve got the name.
    We still get letters and stories of something he
has done or a kindness he has shown to someone. It
means a lot to us, his family. We keep all the letters
for his girls. They enjoy reading things about him.
They were so young when he had to leave them.
    Robin, are you Jean Morey's daughter, the sister of
Don DeWitt? Don was one of my husband's best friends.
He was a fine man and we miss him.
    Thank you again for sharing the story about Steve.

-BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/22/00
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12 Bombers sent stuff:
Carol Tyner (52), Sharon Chapman (57),
Patti Jones (60), Mike Brady (61),
Rose Boswell (61), Marilyn Simmons (63),
Mary Ann Vosse (63), Fran Barker (64),
Patty de la Bretonne (65), Brad Wear (71),
Debra Dawson (74WB), Jim Rice (75)
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>>From: Carol Tyner Roberts (52)

Re: Blather
    I have been reading all the entries from both the
50s and 60s and am amazed at how many Bombers have
ended up in California. When Richard Roberts (49) and I
were married in 1954, we headed for Salinas, California
just three days later. Richard began his career in
environmental health there and then we moved to Barstow
(hot, but what's the difference after Richland?) and
gathered 4 kids on the way. Now settled in Grover
Beach, California in happy, busy retirement. Seems like
San Luis Obispo County is one of the best places ever
to settle. We sure believe it.
    I bet there are other Bombers who are close, but
don't know it. Give us a call or come by and say hello.
We are "mostly" at home and always glad to share some
time and a table with old friends.
    My brother, Bill Tyner (49), will be with us this
weekend. He now lives in Canoga Park (in Los Angeles
area) and keeps busy working part time and spoiling the
grandkids.

-Carol Tyner Roberts (52)
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>>From: Sharon Chapman McFall (57)

    I just discovered this website..... what a fabulous
idea! I've blown off a whole morning at work reading
and getting caught up. I was so happy to see some of my
classmates here. Why is it that our youngest memories
seem to linger so long and mean so much?

To: Randy Buchanan (57)
    How are you? Do you remember all of the long,
wonderful days of water-skiing? Also, the paper I typed
for you at CBC.

To: Sharon Panther (57)
    I can guarantee that with your wonderful figure, no
one noticed your brown shoes.

To: Tony Tellier (57)
    I'm glad to see you never lost that quirky sense of
humor. I tried to send you an e-mail at compuserve
today but it was returned. I have something to ask you.
    Seems like lots of Col-High grads ended up here in
the Phoenix area. A few from our class that live or
lived here are Betsy Crosley, Linda Gibson, George
Batson, Jack Davis, Gary Hunt , George Mulligan. and
Annie Parker.

-Sharon Chapman McFall (57)
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>>From: Patti Jones Ahrens (60)

To: Roxanne Knutsen (62)
    Thank-you, Roxanne, for putting my idea of the city
being with name and year in the Alumni Sandstorm.
    I think I am finally catching up after three class
reunions this summer. With a memorial in late March,
all of it brought me to Richland four times.
    After getting caught up on my work, I can finally
get on the computer to write the Sandstorm again.

    Attending the club 40 reunion for the first time
was an honor. Meeting classmates from years before was
fun and interesting. Listening to the various Bombers
talk of their experiences of their years in school,
brought interesting conversation. Pride always stands
out the most. The pride of being a Bomber.
    Yes, the music was too loud on friday night, but
that night prepared everyone for saturday night. The
Shilo staff did an excellent job of keeping the smiles
going helping everyone. Dinner was good (for a hotel).
The company was great. The music was outstanding. The
20 piece band kept the music where Bombers could dance
or talk. Saturday night reminded me of a senior prom
without formals. Everyone was finely dressed.
    Bombers have done it again, a wonderful gathering
of old and new friends. Special thanks to the 40's club
committee. Richland, Washington is a great place to
take a vacation.

    In getting ready to go to the Puyallup Washington
Fair on sunday, I decided to wear my R2K t-shirt in
hopes I would see a Bomber. Starting out of the
rest room, a lady tugged at my shirt to slow me down.
Susan (68) was so excited I wasn't sure what she was
saying at first. Finally realized she was talking about
my t-shirt, and that she was a Bomber. We talked for a
few minutes. Susan had not heard about R2K until
afterward. Getting updated on everything, we parted
with a promise from me, to send her the Sandstorm Link.
Done deal. Hope your enjoying, Susan.

To: Maren Smyth (64)
Maren
    Could you put your address in the Sandstorm so I
can send my sandstorm subscription money. In all my
travels forgot to send it. My apologies. Also, may I
suggest that you put your address in once a month so
new people will continue to send you their subscription
moneys. Did I get it to the right address this time,
Maren?
[For privacy, we don't *ANY* snail mail addresses in
the Alumni Sandstorm. If anybody wants mine, ask and ye
shall receive.  -Maren]

    Double cheers to the R2K committee for the
wonderful Bomber picture. Fireworks and Bombers, they
go together.

Bomber Cheers
-Patti Jones Ahrens (60) - Browns Point, WA
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>>From: Mike Brady (61)

Re: Jim Hamilton's (63) comments about meeting up with
Bombers in unsuspecting places
    About 15 years ago I was riding the ferry from
Kingston to Edmonds. I was sitting on the upper deck,
and I looked up from a book I was reading, and said to
myself, "there's Donald Coffman (61)." Then I thought,
"No. It can't be." On the way down to my car, I saw him
sitting in his car so I walked over and asked him his
name. Yes, it was the same Donald I had in my K-6 at
Sacajawea.
    Another time, I was in a movie theatre in Kirkland
watching "The Natural" and seated about three rows in
front of me was Billye Conley (61).
    And to top it off, I once walked into a travel
agency about one half mile from my house, and who is
working there... none other then our very own Jim
Hamilton (63). I later found out that Jim coached my
step daughter in soccer and my wife has known Jim and
his family for years.
    Watch out... there are Bombers everywhere!

-Mike Brady (61)
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>>From: Rose Boswell Smith (61)

Re: Bill Groff (61)
    I'm so sorry to hear about Bill Groff. He and I
were emailing to each other and he told me he wasn't
well. I wondered what happened to him. He told me he
and his wife were going to see one of their children.
and I didn't hear anything after that. It's really hard
to lose friends.

-Rose Boswell Smith (61)
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>>From: Marilyn Simmons Arnold (63)

Re: Bombers' small world
    Several years ago my husband and I were in the
Louvre and my husband spotted Terence Knox [aka Terry
Davis-65]. I never knew Terry in school (he is younger),
only had seen him on TV, but because of my husband's
encouragement went over to say hello. He was very
friendly (think he kindly said he remembered me) and
we had a picture taken together.
    On a more serious note, I remember Marilyn Groff (63)
well and want to extend my sympathy to her and her family.
Comforting to know that Mark Reitan ('63) will perform
the service for her brother.

-Marilyn Simmons Arnold (63)
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>>From: Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63)

Re: Chance Encounters With Bombers
    Some years back, when I was working in an law firm
in Kent, WA, one of our clients was George Stephens
(58), and brother of Larry Stephens (63). George
graduated with my husband Paul's brother, Gordon Hirst,
and of course Larry graduated with Paul and me in '63.
    Just prior to the time I met George, who is a
dentist, his dental hygienist had moved to Missouri.
She was Donna Bowers Rice (63).

-Mary Ann Vosse Hirst (63)
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>>From: Fran Barker (64)

    I'm Fran Barker, I was in the class of 64 but
didn't graduate with the class. I dropped out in spring
63 to get married. I went back later and finally got my
diploma in 78. Pamela Barker Bobiles (66) is my sister.
Jeff (68) is my brother. There's a whole bunch more
kids after us.
    I had Mrs. Pugh for 1st grade and Mr. Carlson for
half of 5th (?) grade after my original teacher got
pregnant.
    My best friend was Lynda Anderson (64) who already
died. I'd like to know if she left any family and how
could I contact them. We all grew up on Birch and went
to Spalding, then Carmichael, then Col Hi.

-Fran Barker (64)
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>>From: Patty de la Bretonne (65)

To: Jim Hamilton (and Nancy)
    I must say I always enjoy your little forays onto
Memory Lane re Nancy. It is so sweet. Is it real or are
you just in trouble all the time?  And Nancy, it was
fun to see you at the reunion, you look wonderful!

-Patty de la Bretonne (65)
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>>From: Brad Wear (71)

To: Vernita Edwards (65)
Vernita,
    Thanks for the memories of Gene Bernard, he was one
of my favorite people of all time. Rates right up there
with Mike Mathews. I used to get kicked out of class
everyday in 7th grade so I could go talk with Gene
about hunting and fishing. Little did I know he was
guiding me in a subtle manner when we would talk. Clint
Knox (71), Gary Thomas (71), and several others would
all get kicked out at the same time and go meet with
him. I still think of him every time I'm in the field
hunting or fishing, or when I see a light blue and
white International Scout. If I remember right both
Gene and the women's counselor at Chief Jo were very
attractive. I can't remember who she was, I just
remember she was a piece of gear.

To: Ray Stein (64)
Ray,
    I thought you were on the East coast, didn't know
you came back to Washington. If you are you're close to
WSU, do you ever make it to any Sig Ep chapter
meetings?

-Brad Wear (71) ~~ WSU '75
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>>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)

To: Kim Edgar (79)
Re: Parent Helpers in Elementary School
    Do you remember being taught to read in
Kindergarten?
    All I can remember from K in Marcus Whitman was nap
time, when one lucky student got to tiptoe around the
room with a magic wand, while the rest of us were
forced to lie down on our "blankies" and go to sleep,
whether we wanted to or not. I also remember hearing
about the day John Glenn circumnavigated the globe from
outer space, but no one taught me anything else of
consequence at school in Kindergarten.
    I learned how to read at home, from my parents and
older sisters.
    Now, children are expected to know or to learn the
fundamentals of reading in Kindergarten from Day 1. I
know this because I substitute teach in the Spokane
area, and I was called in on Day 2 of the Kindergarten
experience 2000. One of the childrens' tasks was to
copy the date from the chalkboard, then write/draw in
their journal. The date was NOT 9/5/00, but September
5, 2000. After copying these 18 characters from the
board, they were to draw a picture, write something, or
dictate to the teacher/teacher's aide a story to go
along with the picture. The majority of the class
managed this task acceptably or successfully, but one
of the boys was in tears, and another had to move up
front so he could carefully copy the date as written on
the board, which left him no time for the all-important
individual journal entry. Most of the others made a
guess at the date, close is good enough, and continued
on with their journal.
    I was able to read ABC's and 123's in Kindergarten
because of what I'd learned at home. Nowadays, children
have to learn more basics at earlier ages and from day
care centers or preschools. I would say the most
divergence in ability level is in Kindergarten and
First Grade, because some kids have had a lot of
home/child care instruction and some have had none.
    In my youth in Richland, EVERYONE had a stay-at-
home Mom, a Dad who read the paper before bussing or
carpooling out to the Area to work, and a Kindergarten
teacher who expected you to take a nap, color
worksheets, and maybe share.
    School is much more demanding now. Parents are
recruited as volunteers not only for their own
children, but for the children who don't have stay-at-
home moms, or dads, period. Kindergartners are expected
to know the alphabet, numbers through 10, at least, and
a lot of other facts and skills.
      Say goodnight to nap time, because they DON'T
waste time on that anymore! My class barely had time to
eat lunch before I had to rush them off to music.
    Rest assured, the teacher is doing his/her fair
share, and relies upon your help to get everyone in the
class up to grade level expectations, which are higher
than when we were in elementary school. He/she also has
to accommodate gifted and needy students IN the
classroom, because it is politically incorrect to
"track" students and segregate them into ability-level
groups, as was the norm when the Class of 74 attended
Marcus Whitman or Jason Lee.
    Bottom line, I guess, is that teachers are being
held more accountable now, students are expected to
perform at higher levels at earlier ages, and parents
who have the time/money/patience to help not only their
own kids, but others, are a rare commodity in our
society. I appreciate what you do, and even if you
never hear a thank you from anyone else, I hope this is
confirmation of the value of parent involvement in
public education everywhere.
    Thank you!

-Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
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>>From: Jim Rice (75)

Re: Bomber small world (sort of)
    A couple years ago, I was standing in line at
Hechinger's, a hardware store in the D.C. suburbs, when
I noticed that the guy in front of me had on a Bomber
shirt. Turns out he wasn't really a Bomber, but rather
a guy who worked for the DOE and made frequent trips to
Richland. A wannabe, I guess.

Re: Oh, no, not Denny's again
    This headline and story appeared in today's Washington Post:
    Denny's Daring Entree.
It's Sunday after church. Eggs fry. Bacon sizzles. The
faithful, decked out in splendid attire, flock to
Benning Road NE to experience a little miracle of
sorts: a Denny's restaurant.

"A little miracle of sorts"? I had to double check the
byline and make sure it wasn't by Mike Davis (74).

-Jim Rice (75)
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7 Bombers sent stuff:
Larry Mattingly (60), Fran Barker (64),
Linda Reining (64), Janie O'Neal (65),
Shirley Collings (66), Brad Upton (74),
Jeff Osborn (82)
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>>From: Larry Mattingly (60)

To: Judy Willox Hodge (61)
    Yes, I do remember the "Gene" and "Gerry" bit. Gene
Bernard's room was the one on the end and Gerald
Harvey's was the next one in. Remember the liberal
applications of that big paddle they had? Their two
main targets, Gene Reynolds and Bill Amburghy (both 60
WB) have passed on from this world.
    As for the penguins.... I vaguely remember that it
had something to do with a part of Antarctica that had
a lot of Penguins and it was named "Little America". I
heard a couple of stories about it over the years but
they escape me now.
    Do you remember the thousands of  round stones
lying all about the fields alongside the hiway near
Little America?  And the signs "Petrified Watermelons"
"Take a few home"?
    And, as long as I am on this thread, the great
Burma-Shave signs?

"Happiness is the sky in bloom"
-J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Tacoma, WA
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>>From: Fran Barker (64)

    Does anyone remember the day George Aasel made a
run past the girl's P.E. class clad only in a towel?
Mr. Chitty had had a heart attack in the boy's locker
room, and he [George] ran to call an ambulance. Mr.
Chitty recovered.

-Fran Barker (64)
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>>From: Linda Reining (64)

To: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
Re: Kindergarten
    My grandson is in Kindergarten and he is expected
to know his "complete" address: Number; Street; City;
and State. He is also expected to know his phone
number; the first and last name of his parents; and
where they work.
    He is also learning to "write" short sentences;
stories about animals that they are studying; and also
has "centers" --- different areas in the classroom for
reading; science; etc.
    There is no such thing as "nap-time". He starts
school at 8:15 and gets out at 1:15. He has "homework"
almost daily. He is learning "simple" Arithmetic; and
also learning how to "count" money. (don't think I
learned to count money till 4th grade, in Miss Jones'
class at Spalding).
    I am very glad I got to go kindergarten when the
"hardest" thing I had to know was my name.

-Linda Reining (64) ~ Bakersfield, CA
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>>From: Janie O'Neal Janssen (65)

Re: My Favorite Teacher
    Everyone has been writing about their favorite
teachers. Well here's my entry.
    Mrs. Gustophson (not sure of the spelling but I
have seen entries by her son). What a wonderful and
lovely lady. It was the fifth grade and I was new at
school. It just so happened my mother who worked, was
pregnant and trying to take care of me and my 5 yr. old
sister, decided that was the year I should start
learning how to pin curl my own hair. Of course she
decided this the night before pictures were to be
taken.
    I remember sitting in front of the T.V. watching
Elvis Presley on the Ed Sullivan show, trying to figure
out exactly how to go about that.
    Also, the biggest thing on me were my two front
teeth. I remember some of the boys in the class (relax
I won't name names but you know who you are) constantly
reminded me of that.
    I remember I didn't want to go out to recess so
Mrs. Gustophson let me stay inside and we read
Charlotte's Web. She was reading it to the whole class
but a couple of times she would read ahead a little to
me.
    Then one day when we were doing nail check for
personal hygiene, well I'd just been out at recess
digging in the dirt looking for a ring I'd just lost
and my nails were dirty. When the monitor checked my
nails I just about died. You see if you had dirty nails
your name would go up on the black board. I thought I
would break down crying right there. Mrs. Gustophson
said "Let me see your nails." Then she said "Well, the
problem is your nails are very long and it's hard to
keep long nails clean. Try putting polish on them." And
my name didn't go up on the board.
    This was just a few times she came to my rescue. I
could go on and on about how sensitive she was with her
students. I left that school before the school year was
up but I left with a feeling I really had someone on my
side. It's scary being a new kid, but with a teacher
like her it worked out pretty good.
    I now love to read because she taught me reading
could be fun and I have the best manicured nails in
town. Of course it helps to own a hair salon, but she
did teach me the importance of good grooming.

-Janie O'Neal Janssen (65)
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>>From: Shirley Collings Haskins (66)

To: Brad Wear (71)
    Could Mrs. Mildred Anderson have been the Chief Jo
girls' counselor whom you were trying to recall? Check
this link from my 1961 Chief Jo annual:
http://blazer74.tripod.com/ChiefJo2.jpg
    To use your own words, "I can't remember who she
was, I just remember she was a piece of gear."

:) Shirley Collings Haskins (66) ~ Richland
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>>From: Brad Upton (74)

Re: Bomber's Small World
    In the summer of 1978 I was in London standing out
in front of Buckingham Palace with a bunch of tourists
watching the changing of the guard. Someone grabbed my
shoulder and spun me around. It was Dick Cartmell (73)
and his lovely bride, Megan Johnson (73), on their
honeymoon.

-Brad Upton (74)
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>>From: Jeff Osborn (82)

Re: Chance meeting with Bombers in unsuspecting places
    While vacationing in Disneyland this summer with
the family, I ran into Pam Morris (82), one of our
cheerleaders and a heck of an athlete if I recall. She
was taking her kids to the park and staying at the same
hotel... the Anaheim Fairfield Inn. It's ironic because
whenever I go somewhere off the beaten path I usually
expect to run into someone I know.... and usually do.
It's always great to see old friends and classmates in
places you wouldn't expect to.

-Jeff Osborn (82)
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9 Bombers sent stuff:
Judy Willox (61), Kim Watson (62),
Gary Behymer (64), Linda McKnight (65),
Michael West Rivers (68WB), Dan Smart (71),
Mike Davis (74), Kathy Hodgson (76),
Kellie Walsh (77)
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>>From: Judy Willox Hodge (61)

To: Larry Mattingly (60)
    Oh yes, indeed I do remember that infamous paddle
that was wielded liberally when things were not right
in the Mr. G's area. It was one of Mr. Bernard's boys
that caught the sting of that paddle when Mr. B.
defended my honor as I spoke about before. And thus,
endearing him to me forever! (Mr. B, that is, not the
boy!) I remember feeling guilty with every whack I
heard that kid get, and yet I had done nothing to feel
guilty about. I hadn't even tattled on the kid, he just
plain got caught in the act! But I felt all eyes on me
in the classroom and felt miserable at the time.
    I am not sure that I remember the flat rocks and
the "watermelon" signs, but sure do remember the Burma
Shave signs. They were Deedee's and my favorite thing
to watch for when we took family vacations. You must
have taken a lot of trips to Colorado, too, to be going
the way you were. Anyway, I have been wracking my brain
to bring some of those jingles up since I read your
entry today. Am going to have to do some more serious
thinking on those. Hey, maybe all you Bombers out
there can help us out. Let's get those Burma Shave
jingles a rolling. *G*!!
    Another thing that I remember the same as you do,
is a highway. I speak of US 287, which is also a part
of US 30. I remember that part between Laramie, Wyoming
and Fort Collins, Colorado. Fort Collins, which was my
Dad's hometown and has a lot of Willox names around the
place, was where we went when we went back to see all
Dad's side of the family. Then on to Denver where the
other half seemed to be. Anyway, instead of going all
the way to Cheyenne, Wyoming on the good highway, Dad
found this little shortcut to Fort Collins and we would
always take it much to my chagrin. I hated that road --
narrow, windy, steep and lousy all the way! But like
you, I knew it well! *G*!!
    What I don't seem to remember is you in Lewis and
Clark school and only a year ahead of me to boot.  I
lived on Craighill down in the south end.  What street
did you live on?  Isn't it funny how we run into people
later in life only to find out what a close proximity
we had beforehand?  It's a lot of fun though. isn't it?

-Judy Willox Hodge (61) ~ Richland, WA
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>>From: Kim Watson Kahl (62)

To: Jim Hamilton (63)
Jim...
    Has your email address changed? I sent mail to you
last week and it was returned... I am wanting to know
if Tom K. has ever gotten online and if so, could you
send his email address to me?

Thanks.
-Kim Watson Kahl (62)
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>>From Gary Behymer (64)

Re: Bomber Small World Department
    Several years ago my wife and I were in an art
gallery at Cannon Beach chatting with the owner... who
turned out to be a Kennewick Lion... a few jokes
followed and another couple joined us... Janice Turner
(65) and her husband.  We talked 'Bomber Mania' for a
bit and then parted.  I didn't know Janice nor she
me... but the term 'Richland Bombers' brought a smile
to the both of us (;-)

-Gary Behymer (64) ~ Colfax, WA
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>>From: Linda McKnight (65)

Re: Bomber Small World Segment.
    Here are three small world contributions.  One is a
reverse one.
    My Mom drove with me to Jefferson to enroll me in
first grade. We had just moved to Richland and the car
was full of lamps of other stuff. I was to guard the
car while she dashed in to get the necessary papers.
She was gone forever, and when she finally came out she
said she ran into a school chum from her high school in
Lewistown, Montana, who was also registering her kids
for school. Small world, huh?
    Around 1977 or 1973, I was living in Portland and
working downtown in the winter. We had a fierce ice
storm during the day and the streets were covered.
Well, those of you from Portland know that traffic
comes to a halt. All the buses were full and tons of
people were waiting on the street corners. A friend and
I decided to go into a bar to wait where it was warm
and have a glass of wine. I ran into a fellow Bomber,
Jeff Boston (64) waiting for the rush to subside too.
Wow! meeting someone from home in an ice storm.
    Then, around 1986 or 1987, I was selling real
estate at Lutz Snyder on McLoughlin Ave. in Milwaukie,
OR. I'm on the phone to a potential hot prospect, and
there is this commotion next to me. I'm thinking how
rude while I'm the phone. I get off the phone and look
up and there is Nina Jones (65) smiling at me. We were
in girl scouts together in school. And, Nina is one of
the first people I see at reunions. She even was the
escrow officer for a house I bought. Hey, Nina, we need
to get together for lunch, girl, I miss you!!!!

-Linda McKnight (65)
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>>From: Michael West Rivers (68WB)

Re: "Tiny's"
    As long as we are on the subject of "signs"....
Does any one remember the little white and blue signs,
"TINY'S; Cashmere, Washington"? Any where one went (at
least OUTSIDE Washington), they had those little signs.
One day outside Gold Field, Nevada; I couldn't handle
it any more and had to "snag" one! :o) Still have it.

-Michael West Rivers (68, W.arner B.rother)
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>From the FIRST Bomber Alumni Guest Book:

>>From: Dan Smart (71)
Date: Fri Sep 22 02:27:34 2000

Hi Class of 1971

Hi everyone who knows me & to those who don't I wish we
could have met sooner. Great page. Please add me to
your next update.

-Dan Smart (71)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)

To: Brad Upton's (74)
Re: Chance meeting of the Cartmells (73) in London
    Little did you know, Brad, that I too was in that
crowd! I saw you and the Cartmells from across the
street in front of Denny's where me and Lindsay Wagner
were sitting in the aqua car watching "The changing of
the Grand Slams!" Quite the moment, I'll never forget
it!

-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Kathy Hodgson Lucas (76)

Re: Spalding School
    As an elementary student at Spalding, the only
parent volunteers I remember were the room mothers (one
per class) and those who came in to help with class
holiday parties. Today, each class has sign-up sheets
ready at Back-to-School Night requesting daily help
with reading and writing projects, assignment
corrections, and one-on-one. Then there's the PTA/PTO
requesting volunteers for school projects, special
events, fund raisers, etc.
    The children's' faces light up when they see their
parent(s) appear in class, and soon that extends to
other parents' appearances as well. The teachers can
get a point across much more effectively when parent
volunteers circulate among the students as they learn
writing techniques, or when a parent simply changes the
artwork on the walls, freeing up the teacher's time for
more important things. Parents get a birds eye view of
what goes on in their child's classroom and can keep
abreast of their child's progress in between report
periods. It's a terrific use of human resource, and the
teachers I've worked with are always extremely
appreciative.
    Middle and High schools also need plenty of help.
One doesn't need to have a child in the school system
to volunteer. Call a school of your choice and see what
you can do.

-Kathy Hodgson Lucas (76) ~ Richland
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>>From: Kellie Walsh Patterson (77)

    This is just a quick note to those who attended
R2K, especially those from the class of '77.
    Back in 1982, I remember thinking that if I was to
have a baby that year at age 23, the child would grow
up to graduate in the year 2000 --
    Little did I know I'd be HAVING a child in the year
2000!
    Yes, although I may not have been the only one
pregnant at R2K, I certainly was the oldest. But nine
weeks later, on August 28th, I gave birth to our 2nd
daughter, Claire Michelle Patterson. She weighed 7lb, 6
oz, and measured 19.5 in. long. I was so glad to be
able to attend the reunion. It was a lot of fun. Thanks
everyone for all your warm wishes while I was there in
Richland. Now if you can all just think, "Give them
sleep, give them sleep."

Proud new mom (again),
Kellie Walsh Patterson (77)

P.S. Thanks again Mike for your very sweet e-mail card.
Your thoughtfulness was greatly appreciated.

-Kellie Walsh Patterson (77)
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10 Bombers sent stuff:
Mike Clowes (54), Ken Heminger (56WB), Tom Hughes (56)
Betty McElhaney (57), Barbara Seslar (60), John Adkins (62)
Marilyn Swan (63), Ron Richards (63), Pam Hunt (66)
Treg Owings (76)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

Re: Burma-Shave Signs
    Don't remember if this is one or not:
            A guy, a car
            A miss, a curve
            He kissed the miss
            And missed the curve
            Burma-Shave
    All is not lost, except my mind, however. Someone
wrote a book devoted to the insidious signs. That's
about as far as the memory cells take me today.

-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) ~ Albany, OR
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>>From: Ken Heminger (56WB)

    Someone mentioned the round rocks and the
watermelon sign that accompanied them. While traveling
with my folks as a kid I remember seeing them, not sure
where though. The way I remember them was there would
be a sign that said "Petrified Watermelons 500 feet
ahead" Then there would be a field of these round rocks
that did resemble watermelons. There would be another
sign that said "Petrified Watermelons, take one home to
your Mother-in-law".
    There were a few other equally funny signs along
the road but the only other one that I still remember
was "Emergency Rest rooms 500 feet ahead." Again you
would come upon a field and out in the middle were two
35 gallon drums brightly painted and one said "His" and
the other said "Hers".
    As I recall all those areas were put up by the
"Stinky Service station." The Logo was a Skunk. I
remember my dad saying we will have to get gas there.
When we arrived at the station there was a line of cars
a mile long to get in. My dad didn't think it worth the
wait so we found another station.

-Ken Heminger (56WB)
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>>From: Tom Hughes (56)

Re: Highway signs
    Several people have mentioned highway signs that
they remember. We used to go back to Oklahoma every
year for vacation and driving across the Idaho desert
there were always signs along the highway put there by
a service station in Napa, Idaho. After one long boring
straight stretch of nothing but sand and sagebrush was
a huge sign. All it said was "BORING, ISN'T IT!"
Fearless Ferris, the Stinker, Napa, Idaho. Along
another stretch was a sign, "Please Don't Pick the
Wildflowers". Another that someone else referred to was
out in a field of large round rocks. It said "Petrified
Watermelons, take one home to your mother-in-law". All
were signed with the little skunk and Fearless Ferris,
the Stinker, Napa, Idaho.

-Tom Hughes (56) ~ Auburn, WA
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>>From: Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57)

    Reading about Kindergarten and what is expected of
the children, brought back memories of when our son
entered Kindergarten. The summer before we were
notified that he would have to come in for testing. So
I took him over to the school and waited out in the
hall while the teachers questioned him. After he came
out I noticed some papers he was carrying and asked him
what they were. He said I couldn't have them until we
got home, as that was what the teacher told him. When I
got home and he gave me the papers and when I read them
I was really upset. They stated that they had found a
problem and wanted a meeting with my husband and myself
to discuss the problem, and to please call for an
appointment. We called and it was a month before we
could get in to see them. It was a month of agony
wondering what was the matter and what problem he had.
    We had very good friends that had moved close to
us, they were in their seventies at the time and spent
a lot of time with us. They sat with our son when we
went in for the meeting.
    When we got there and asked what the problem was we
were told that they had asked him to draw a picture of
a man (right away I thought, "Oh no! It's anatomically
correct!") Wrong - thank goodness! He had drawn a stick
figure and didn't put the hands and feet on it.
    I asked if this was a serious problem and if we
should hold him back a year. They said no, no problem.
    Our elderly friends were so upset, He went to the
superintendent of schools who he bowled with and told
him if he knew his grandson (which he wasn't) was going
to have to pass a test for kindergarten he would have
sent him to Harvard first.

Re: Highways and signs
    Remember the Highways well. We made the trip back
to Oklahoma 9 times so I remember Little America and
the cut off to Ft. Collins. Also the Burma Shave signs,
Stinker's stations, signs saying "Petrified
Watermelons. Take One Home To Your Mother-in-law". My
brother-in-law did and Mom had it for years. Driving
late one night and my Dad pulled over and we all went
to sleep in the car. Almost froze, Woke up the next
morning and we were stopped on the Continental Divide.
Wasn't it a beautiful scenic drive clear across the
state of Wyoming?
    Thanks again.

Take care,
-Betty McElhaney Hudspeth (57)
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>>From: Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60)

Re: Burma Shave Signs
    Several have written in about the Burma Shave
signs. My family used to see them as we travel from
Richland to Nebraska every couple of years. If you do a
search on the Internet for "Burma Shave" you'll
actually come across a fifties site with the slogans.

-Barbara Seslar Brackenbush (60)
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>>From: John Adkins (62)

Re: R2K Picture
    All of the Bomber Bowl Pictures have been delivered or mailed. 
By now I believe they should have reached their destinations. If 
you ordered a picture, and have not received it, please e-mail me.
I will take all steps necessary to "get it right".

-John Adkins (62) ~ Richland
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>>From: Marilyn Swan Beddo (63)

Re: Burma-Shave signs
To: Judy Willox Hodge (61)
    Those Burma-Shave signs you mentioned show up on a
website you can access at: http://www.fiftiesweb.com/burma.htm
Alan McMurtry (61) sent me an email about a year ago
about this website. It also has many other "fifties"
era interests. I too remember those Burma-Shave signs
as they helped to break the monotony on those 3 day
driving trips to visit the relatives near Wichita,
Kansas. I remember my Dad getting such a kick out of
those signs. Guess we were easily entertained back in
those days!
    Also remember stopping at Little America in
Wyoming. I loved that gift shop, I still can't go on
vacation without stopping at every gift shop between
here and our destination, much to my husbands dismay!
It's funny how little things remain in our minds and
someone triggers a memory for us. What I remember most
about Little America is (because in the fifties I was
still a pretty young child) they had the biggest ice
cream cones I can ever remember anywhere!

-Marilyn Swan Beddo (63) ~ Salt Lake City, UT
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>>From: Ron Richards (63)

To: Judy Willox Hodge (61)
    US 287 between Fort Collins and Laramie is a fine
road now. Compared with the alternative of taking I-25
and I-80 through Cheyenne, US 287 saves at least 35
minutes to or from Denver. It is also much more scenic.
To bypass Fort Collins and save even more time you can
take the Budweiser plant turn off. For some that could
bring back more high school memories.

-Ron Richards (63) ~ Centennial, CO
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>>From: Pam Hunt Cadd (66)

Re: Burma-Shave
To: Judy Willox Hodge (61) and other Burma Shave fans
    Several decades' worth of Burma Shave jingles are
captured at this site:
http://ftp.sff.net/people/teaston/burma.htm
    Many smiling memories there. Before the
interstates, family vacations were slower but more
entertaining.

-Pam Hunt Cadd (66)
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>>From: Treg Owings (76)

    My Grandpa was Henry Owings. I'm sure many of you
knew him as he came to Richland in the 40s. He passed
away in August of '96, 2 months from being 100.
    He had a joke he would tell that I would like to
remember. Maybe someone could help. It was about
Archiball Barbasol (I think). Anyone willing to give it
a try?
    He used to get watermelons and have all the
neighborhood kids over. Anyone remember that?

-Treg Owings (76)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/26/00
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16 Bombers sent stuff:
Mary Triem (47), Ralph Myrick (51),
Lequita Branum (55), Ken Heminger (56WB),
Sue Garrison (58), John Northover (59),
Larry Mattingly (60), Denny Johnson (62WB),
Jim House (63), Patricia de la Bretonne (65),
Shirley Collings (66), Barbara Franco (67),
Rick Valentine (68), Mark Saucier (70),
Debra Dawson (74WB), Kim Edgar (79)
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>>From: Mary Triem Mowery (47)

    Thanks to all those who shared the Burma-Shave site
with us. I scrolled through several years and
thoroughly enjoyed another trip down memory lane. Our
family made the annual trek back to Missouri and we
loved those signs - of course Little America, WY too.
We stopped at a Little America while driving from FL to
Richland in 1999 and somehow it didn't have the same
magic it did when I was a kid!!
    Another tourist attraction that my sons enjoyed was
Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Flying is wonderful, but sight-
seeing in this great USA can't be beaten!

-Mary Triem Mowery (47)
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>>From: Ralph Myrick (51)

To: Treg Owings (76)
    I bowled with your grandfather. He was an
inspiration to all of us bowling in the senior league.
We all had a big 100 blowout planned for Henry, but the
good Lord called him home before we had a chance. We
all miss him and are wondering if he is still knocking
pins down in some heavenly bowling alley.

-Ralph Myrick (51)
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>>From: Lequita "Lea" Branum Clark (55)

Re: Signs
To: Tom Hughes (56)
    Please, Tom, don't confuse Napa with Nampa. I live
in Nampa, Idaho.
    I remember going through Idaho before I ever moved
here and remembering the Fearless Ferris Stations and
the skunks in a cage out in front of the service
stations.
    I too, remember the sign "Boring, Isn't It?" That
is all it needed to say. You got the message..... Idaho
does have some beautiful places..

-Lequita "Lea" Branum Clark (55)
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>>From: Ken Heminger (56WB)

    It would appear that many of us passed by those
"Petrified Watermelons" at one time or another..

-Ken Heminger (56WB)
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>>From: Joretta "Sue" Garrison Pritchett (58)

HEY EVERYONE:
    New ornaments are available for the holidays:
RICHLAND BOMBERS, and HANFORD FALCONS (yes, we have
many kids and grandkids who graduated at that other
school).
    Check them out at the Richland Senior Center, 8-5pm.
You may also call Sue to arrange for evening or weekend
pickup (946-9087). ALL PROCEEDS go to the "building
fund" for the new Richland Community Center. Richland
Seniors Assoc. website at:
  Ornament Order Form

-Joretta "Sue" Garrison Pritchett (58) ~ Richland
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>>From: John Northover (59)

Re: Burma-Shave
To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
Bob,
    Burma-Shave ... a bit of history:
http://www.fiftiesweb.com/burma1.htm

-John Northover (59)
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>>From: Larry Mattingly (60)

Re: More "tourist stuff".
    Remember the old board fences around the  "albino
deer", live rattle snakes, white buffalo and other
wild-west tourist traps?
    They always parked you so you didn't see the front
of your car when you came out to leave. The next time
you stopped, you found they had wired a sign to your
front bumper. (No bumper stickers in those days). That
was so the drivers headed toward you (and them) would
see the sign and stop.
    I only remember one set of signs from the travels
of my youth, but it has been a long-time favorite. Not
sure if it was a Burma-Shave:
"Curious fly, vinegar jug, slippery edge, pickled bug".

"Happiness is the sky in bloom"
-J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Tacoma, WA
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>>From: Denny Johnson (62WB)

To: Treg Owings (76)
    If its the same joke - I recall the story as
Archibald Assolebroke -- trying to keep it as clean as
possible...
    This "joke" is largely for those that can deliver
rapid-fire, concise pronunciation..... and is not
really funny in text form, hence I won't recount it
here.....
    This is a joke I have done numerous times in the
past - somewhat of a tongue-twister, and the dare is
issued to anyone that can repeat the joke, word-for-
word upon hearing it the first time.... guaranteed no
one will take the bet... it involved some anti-PC
introduction of Archibald with a speech impediment in
the first or second grade, and was concerned with
phonetic spelling and the breakdown of the polysyllabic
term into its individual syllables and then you say it
- spell it - next syllable, say it - spell it....

Starts out... "m-m-m-m-my n-n-n-n-name is Ar-Ar-Ar-
Archibald Assolebroke... th-th-th-that's an A R C H is
your Arch, is your I, is your Arch-i... B A L D is your
bald, is your i-bald, is your Archibald..."  in
deference to the more sensitive members of the
readership - I will stop here, but the story is much
more appreciated (and less likely to be repeated) about
halfway through the keg...

-Denny Johnson (62WB)
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>>From: Jim House (63)

Re: Burma-Shave
To: Pam Hunt (66)
    Thanks for the link to Burma-Shave. Needless to say
I read all of them tonight, from 1921 through 1963.
They bring back fond memories of trips with my family.
More than 50 of them pertain to driving tips that will
come in handy at my next safety meeting.
    Perhaps this one from 1948 was seen on the road to
Richland.

We don't
Know how
To split an atom
But as to whiskers
Let us at 'em
Burma-Shave

    I suspect that all the lessons I needed in life
were on those little signs.
    I offer the following for 2000.

If you missed
Your friends
Of yesterday
You should have gone
To R2K
Burma-Shave

-Jim House (63)
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>>From: Patricia de la Bretonne (65)

    I'm so glad the R2K pictures are all sent out.
However, I was not able to attend and did not order a
pic, I ordered a t-shirt, which I still have not
received. Any word on when those will be sent? Can I
send postage $ to help it along? I've already paid for
the shirt. Attention Kathy Hoff Conrad?

Thanks.
-Patricia de la Bretonne (65)
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>>From: Barbara Franco Sherer (67)

Re: Music
    I'm only two weeks behind in reading my Sandstorms,
so I'm responding to the discussion on music. My
parents had all of us (6 children) take music lessons.
We took lessons because we would allegedly continue to
play or at least enjoy the music from those instruments
into adulthood. Adulthood? Who cared about adulthood?
My dad also felt it would give us discipline. Some were
definitely more disciplined than others.
    One summer my brother Marc (66) and I weren't going
to camp until August, so we were told to choose an
instrument; we were talking music lessons in summer
school. Dad didn't want us "sitting around doing
nothing". We each chose the french horn. We lived on
the corner of Davison and Harris at the time in a "R"
house (two story). I have no doubt that my parents, as
well as Meekers and Barrs and Janoses, regretted that
decision at times. Neither of us continued with the
french horn, although did study other instruments.
    A couple months ago, a national study showed that
only about 25% of the schools in this country have
music programs. Those schools with music programs
consistently show higher academic scores as well as
SATs. I was amazed at this report. Although I know all
school districts have to struggle at times to keep a
music program with ongoing budget reductions, I had
know idea that so few schools had no program at all.
 I took it for granted going through the Richland
schools, as well as for my children going through the
Bellevue schools. Now I appreciate these programs and
all the terrific band and jazz teachers they have had.
And yes.. .I continue to enjoy all kinds of music in my
pseudo adulthood, just as my father predicted.
(Although I only marginally play the piano.)

Go Bombers!
-Barbara Franco Sherer (67)
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>>From: Rick Valentine (68)

Re: Road Signs
    My favorite Road Sign was 'Where the Hell is Wall
Drug'. After many years of seeing these signs, one year
on vacation our family stopped in Wall, South Dakota (I
think it was in South Dakota) and found Wall Drug. As I
remember it was the ultimate clip joint for souvenirs.
We talked my dad into buying a bumper sticker and put
it on the old '59 Chevy Station wagon (a rival to Clark
Griswald's land yacht), I also remember eventually
having to scrape it off with a razor blade.

-Rick Valentine (68) ~ Spokane, WA
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[Rick--Yes, that tourist trap is in South Dakota. I
went there, too - in RECENT years!!   -Maren]
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>>From: Mark Saucier (70)

Re: Stinker Gas Stations
To: Ken Heminger (56 WB)
    If I remember correctly the Stinker Station
attendants were women in short shorts (the gasoline
version of Hooters). Of course everyone's sensitivities
would be aroused by this type of display today (sic).

Enjoy reading the banter.
-Mark Saucier (70)
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>>From: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)

Re: Burma-Shave
    Burma-Shave slogans were featured in one of Sue
Grafton's alphabet mysteries. I believe it was in her
latest book - O is for Outlaw. I thought she was making
the slogans up, they were so silly, but from the sounds
of it, she was quoting actual signs.
    I'm NOT quoting, but as I recall, one theme was
something like: Is your man a sloppy jerk? Snores a lot
and doesn't work? Does he always misbehave? Give your
man a Burma-Shave!

Re: Moving Vietnam Memorial Wall
    My son and I visited the moving Vietnam Memorial
Wall last month in Ferndale, Washington. I was
surprised that it was in such a small, out-of-the-way
community. It hasn't been to Spokane, after all!
Anyway, here is a website you can visit to see where it
will be and when. I recommend seeing it if you get the
chance. It's very stunning, as in an absorbing
emotional experience. People lay pictures, flowers,
letters, etc. in front of loved ones' names, so it's a
very personal and powerful memorial.
    
-Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
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>>From: Kim Edgar (79)

Re: Humor
To: Mike Davis (74) & Brad Upton (74)
    You guys crack me up. Keep it going. It brightens
up my day!

Re: Kindergarten
    I'm told by my son's teacher that most of her kids
will be reading by January, counting money, and doing
arithmetic. The kids also have Gym class on Monday
mornings (my son's favorite) instead of recess and
Music on Thursdays. Apparently, most of the kids in my
son's class have had late birthdays and have been in
preschool for two years. (Yes, he has homework as well).
    When I attended school, Kindergarten was used to
prepare kids socially for school, as well as cut the
apron strings from mom. Some days, I do miss the naps,
I wish we could take them at work.

Re: Walk-a-thons
    Scottie's school is having a walk-a-thon to raise
money for the school. My son and I spent last weekend
combing the neighborhoods asking for pledges, I hated
doing that as a kid, and much less as an adult (I did
enjoy the walk-a-thons and dance-a-thon, I just didn't
like asking for money).
    However, I know it's for a good cause and it's
teaching my son about charity and helping the
community.

Bomber Cheers!
-Kim Edgar (79)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/27/00
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11 Bombers, 1 Bomber Mom and 1 funeral notice today.
Richard Roberts (49), Dick Pierard (52),
John Northover (59), Missy Keeney (60),
Betty Neal (62), David Rivers (65),
Patty Spencer (65), Carol Hodgson (66),
Bryon White (76) and Eileen Evans (75-HHS),
Tami Lyons (76), Julie Ham (77),
BJ Davis (Bomber Mom)
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>>From: Richard Roberts (49)

    Burma-Shave signs we watched for on our infrequent
trips back to Nebraska where mom and dad were born and
raised. I left there when I was five. The one I
remember I finally found on the website suggested by
John Northover (59).
Listen birds
These signs cost money
You can rest awhile
But don't get funny

What a hoot!
-Richard Roberts (49)
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>>From: Dick Pierard (52)

Re: "The" R2K picture
    My "BOMBERS" picture just reached me here in
Boston, Mass. (where I am working this year) and it is
really GREAT! And weren't the fireworks a wonderful
backdrop! I tip my R2K hat to Burt Pierard (59) and the
others who created this. Thanks for a job well done.

-Dick Pierard (52)
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>>From: Missy Keeney Baker (60)

Re: Burma-Shave?
To: Larry Mattingly (60)
    Are you sure you didn't make that one up?...... Pickled Bug???!!

-Missy Keeney Baker (60) ~ Richland
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>>From: Betty Neal Brinkman (62)

Re: Burma-Shave Signs
    We used to drive to Mississippi every other year &
watching for the Burma-Shave signs made the miles go by
a little faster. To this day I wonder how my parents put
up with my brother and me in the un-air conditioned car
for a five day drive each way. As the youngest, it wasn't
easy staying "on my side" of the car.
    I also remember Little America and Wall Drug. Dad
always tried to go a different way each trip. That way
we could see all the "reptile gardens and snake pits"
in each state. Little America hasn't changed much in
the years, but Wall Drug is another story. The entire
town is set up for tourist trade. It is a favorite
stopping place for our daughters on the long drive from
Ontario to Richland.
    Now that we have discussed the Burma-Shave signs,
(and by the way, Jim House's (63) R2K ditty was
wonderful) does anyone remember the "li'l Stinker"
signs? I think they were in Wyoming, but I'm not sure.

-Betty Neal Brinkman (62)
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>>From: David Rivers (65)

Re: Bombers Bombers everywhere
    Okay, I don't think I can top Harrah's "Mushy Smith
in India" story, but I've got a couple.
    The first two guys didn't graduate from Col Hi but
that makes meeting them even more remote..... I think.
Anyway, When the classes of 64-65 were in the 7th and
8th grade, respectively, there were two kids who went
to Chief Jo. One lived on VanGiesen in the "B" house
next to Parkers and one across VanGiesen in the "A"
house across from the "B" house. Ronnie Shadell lived
in the "B" house and Billy Simmons lived in the "B"
house next to Allen and Alton Spencer. Ronnie was class
of 64 and Billy class of 65. I met Ronnie when a bunch
of us were playing in the snow behind Chief Jo... I met
John Shippy the same day and we all learned a new
saying: "Damn Straight", a very cool saying that
Warford always pronounced "Damn Straights" (he still
does and it has nothing to do with the story... just
always stuck with me).
    In '67, in Vietnam, I got a hold of a Life magazine
and darned if Ronnie's picture wasn't on the front
cover. The entire article was about Ronnie's platoon,
with Ronnie as the feature of the story....... I wrote
to Life and they forwarded my letter to Ronnie who was
in Oki by then, having taken his 3rd or 4th hit and
retiring to the rear........... We corresponded and he
was back in the States by the time I rotated... Okay...
so that doesn't quite count as a face-to-face
encounter..........
    While temporarily in Da nang in '68, waiting to fly
back to the States, I was standing in some line or
other... I heard a familiar voice........I knew
immediately it was Billy Simmons' voice tho I hadn't
seen him since at least 9th or 10th grade.... I turned
and there he was... right there in the flesh...........
Now that counts!
    Finally, Jimmy Heidlebaugh (65) has a habit of
going places and not telling anyone he's there...... he
does that in Richland... just gets homesick and sneaks
in and sneaks out....... He does that in Vegas, too. A
couple of years ago, I was at the NFR (National Finals
Rodeo) Christmas show at the Las Vegas Convention
Center. After I finished all my shopping, I hit the
rest room before leaving... there were lots of rest
rooms to choose from, but I went to the one
downstairs......... As I was walking in... who but
Heidlebaugh would be walking out........... what're the
chances.... HUH?
    I know there are lots more out there, so let's hear
'em... there's Jack Keeney on a troop truck, who makes
them stop so he can jump out and see LeRoy Jackson in
Vietnam... There's Davis (Knox) working at Harrah's in
Tahoe and meeting Keeney selling Hippie jewelry on the
corner where the state line is.... There have to be
tons.......... We're waiting................

-David Rivers (65)
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>>From: Patty Spencer (65)

    Does anyone know what happened to Don Smith, graduated '63?

-Patty Spencer (65)
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>>From: Carol Hodgson Neupert (66)

Re: Moving Vietnam Memorial Wall
To: Debra Dawson Fogler (74WB)
    The moving Vietnam Memorial Wall has been to
Spokane, WA recently. It's been a little over 2 years
ago. It was set up at the new Veterans' Memorial Arena.

Re: Thanks
    Also, thanks to Dennis Haskins (66) for the pic of
Future grads of '66. Another stroll down memory lane.
Reminds me - I still have the first "real" valentine I
ever received - from Chuck Knoeber.

-Carol Hodgson Neupert (66)
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>>From: Bryon White (76) & Eileen Evans White (75-HHS)

Re: Belated Birthday Greetings
To: Carol Evans Hutchison (64)
To: Helen Evans Warren (64)

    Happy Birthday!

-Bryon White (76) & Eileen Evans White (75-HHS) ~ Benton County
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>>From: Tami Lyons Zirians (76)

Re: "Speaking of Small Worlds"...
    It was a couple of weeks after a new employee had
been hired at my office. I work in Seattle at
Harborview Medical Center. I was chatting with her when
I happened to mention that I was from Richland. Her jaw
dropped and she said that she was from Richland too.
Come to find out, she graduated the same year as my
older sister Debbie in '65. Her name is Sandy Keller
Buckingham.
    In addition to that, a few years back, they were
interviewing to hire a new business manager in the
"O.R." at Harborview. Turns out they hired another
Richland alum, Don Millbauer (75).
    Although I don't see her, I know of another
Richland alum who works as a Nurse at Harborview...
Mary Foley Bazzano (77).
    Another aside, I was telling another coworker of
mine about Spudnuts one day and she was very
interested. She claimed that she grew up in the Midwest
where they also had "Spudnuts" which were made from
potato batter. She wanted me to give her directions to
the shop since she was planning a trip through Richland
during her vacation. When she got back she brought some
spudnuts with her back to the office and shared them.
They had been frozen, but after she "nuked" them in the
microwave, they tasted almost as good as freshly
made!!!

-Tami Lyons Zirians (76)
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>>From: Julie Ham Froehlich (77)

   I'd just like to take this opportunity to publicly
wish my brother, Dan Ham (72), a very happy birthday.
Dan, I know this will probably embarrass you, but what
are little sisters for?! You're the best, big guy.
Happy birthday.

-Julie Ham Froehlich (77)
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>>From: Billie Jean "BJ" Davis (Bomber Mom)

    Someone mentioned tourist traps. Anyone ever drive
down that hill into Austin, Nevada? It is a treacherous
hill that you are riding your brake and get down to the
town and coast in. Well, here I am coasting into the
town, going about 37 miles an hour and pull over to
have lunch. This policeman pulls in, too, and I get out
and smile at him thinking he is having lunch there too.
WRONG. He comes over and asks for my license and I ask
"Why" You were going 37 in a 25 mile zone. I meekly
took a ticket from him swearing to myself I would never
pay it. And didn't until they sent a note saying they
were going to send a warrant to the Richland police.
Well, my daughter was in the department at the time and
I thought it might be embarrassing for her to have to
come and arrest her Mom so I paid it. That was
definitely a speed Tourist TRAP. That is not my favorite
town. A couple who had followed us all day on a
motorcycle were having lunch there, too, and couldn't
believe he gave me a ticket because I always followed
all the traffic rules. I was busted that time, though.

-Billie Jean "BJ" Davis (Bomber Mom)
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Funeral notice scanned from September 26, 2000
TCHerald by Shirley Collings Haskins, '66

~ Dick Hove ~ Class of 1955 ~

http://funeralnotices.tripod.com/
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/28/00, aka "Daily Spudnut Report"
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7 Bombers sent stuff:
Jimmie Shipman (51), Roberta Adkins (52), Fred Phillips (60)
Larry Mattingly (60), Margo Compton (60), Tim Smyth (62)
Kim Edgar (79)
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>>From: Jimmie A. Shipman (51)

Re: Original Pre-Fab Folding Chairs
    Anyone have any of these chairs that they would
like to part with?
    They were made by "Louis Rastetter & Sons" and
called "Solid Comfort", Made in Fort Wayne, IN USA,
they have a Pat. #1926840-2098717.

GO BOMBERS!!!!!!!!!

-Jimmie A. Shipman (51)
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>>From: Roberta Adkins Shipman (52)

Re: A CHANCE MEETING IN SPAIN
    It was the year 1977 my husband Jimmie (51) and I
we living in Madrid, Spain. Our two sons were attending
High School at the American Air Force base so on
occasion we would be invited to celebrations like July
4th. As I was minding to my hot dog and potato salad I
heard someone call my name and say what are you doing
here? To my surprise it was Patti Cole Pierce (52) her
husband Don was stationed there and she also had boys
attending school there and as it turned out our sons
played football together. Now we're back in Richland
and working together at the polls during elections.

Re: WALL, SOUTH DAKOTA
    A little history about the Wall Drug Store. During
the depression tourists (or whoever) traveling through
the Badlands found water hard to come by. Ted Husted
trying to make a living (as was the fact of every one
there) decided to offer "free ice water" and put up
signs directing them to his soda fountain. His signs
became very popular and during WWII they showed up
wherever a soldier from that area served - which was
all over the world. "XXXX miles to WALL DRUG".
    I was born across the street from the drug store
and my brother, John (62) was born down the street from
the drug store. When we left in 1944 Ted had not put
all that JUNK in there it was a real drug store and
soda fountain.

"GO BOMBERS"

We now have a ninth grade "FOOTBALL BOMBER" 3rd
generation. Last was Chuck Shipman (.71)

-Roberta Adkins Shipman (52)
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>>From: Fred Phillips (60)

Re: Burma-Shave, sort of ...
    Back in the Burma-Shave era, we took a vacation
every summer. Sometimes we drove to Texas to visit
relatives. Other years we went to Yellowstone, where
Dad and I ignored the signs and fed the bears while Mom
protested that what we were doing was stupid. We bought
gas at The Stinker, stopped for lunch at Little America
and chuckled at the Burma-Shave signs.
    I recall the scenery in those days, that slice of
America beside the two-lane highways, seen from a 1950
Mercury. The view was precisely described in a poem
from one of our textbooks at Chief Joe. I think the
author was Ogden Nash, but it easily could have been
written by the Burma-Shave folks:

"I think that I shall never see
a billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all."

-Fred Phillips (60)
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>>From: Larry Mattingly (60)

To: Missy Keeney Baker (59)
Re: Pickled bug
    Nope, didn't make it up. But I have had it a long
time. I remember half of Mrs. Horten's 2nd grade class
at Lewis and giggling about it when I repeated it. I
can't swear it came from a Burma-Shave sign, but it
definitely came from some sign seen on a trip that
previous summer.

"Happiness is the sky in bloom"
-J Larry Mattingly (60) ~ Tacoma, WA
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>>From: Margo Compton Lacarde (60)

    I had someone tell me they couldn't find me in the
60 yearbook. I got married in my senior year and in the
year book, they used my married name plus they
misspelled my first name, so look for Marge McCord and
that is me.
    Really enjoy reading the Sandstorm every morning.
Just found out about it this past summer when I was at
the '60 class reunion.

-Margo Compton Lacarde (60)
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>>From: Tim Smyth (62)

Re: Interesting Obit in our local [Hudson Falls, NY}
     paper on 9/22/00

Genevieve Wilson Allen Short

OTHELLO, Wash. - Genevieve Wilson Allen Short, 84,
formerly of Richland, Wash., died Wednesday, Sept. 6,
2000, in Othello, Wash.
  Born March 5, 1916, in Schroon Lake, she was the
daughter of William and Jeanette Wilson Allen.
  She graduated from Schroon Lake Central High School
in 1934, and married Morris L. Short of California,
Missouri, on Feb. 28, 1935, before graduating from E.
Burham School of Beauty Culture in New York City.
  They moved to Richland, Wash. in 1944.
  She worked in the Richland Schools cafeterias during
1950-51, then was a motor driver and bundle dropper for
the Tri-City Herald newspaper from 1951 through 1981.
  Mrs. Short was a member of Richland Baptist Church.
  She is preceded in death by her husband of 47 years,
Morris Short, in 1982.
  Survivors include a son, David Short of Othello,
Wash.; three daughters, Norma Roddy of Richland, Wash.,
Wanda Ivaldi of Lincoln, Calif., and Marcia Dean of
Benton City; eight grandchildren, 14 great-
grandchildren; a sister, Erma Koller of Westport; and
several nieces, nephews and cousins.
  There was no visitation or funeral at her request.
  Memorial contributions may be made to a charity of one's choice.

-Tim Smyth (62) ~ Hudson Falls, NY
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>>From: Kim Edgar (79)

Re: Hooking up with other Bombers
    For those of you who live in Washington DC,
Virginia & Maryland, you may want to hook up with a
group called "The Washington State Society". When I
lived in Virginia, I found out about them. Once a year
they'd get together and have a Party/Dance. They flew
in Wine, Fruit, Vegetables and Seafood from Washington
State for the dinner.
    I went to the Party two years in a row, had a nice
time, it was great just talking to people from my home
state. I didn't even think to ask around and see if
there were any other Bombers. I was in my mid-twenties
and single, so I felt out of place, showing up alone,
most people were married or had dates. However,
everyone I met made me feel comfortable. The people
there were from all walks of life.
    I can't remember who you would contact, I think I
called either the office of the Washington State
Senator or the office of the Washington State
Congressman.

-Kim Edgar (79)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/29/00
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6 Bombers sent stuff:
Mike Clowes (54), Tom Tracy (55),
Maren Smyth (64), Tom Young (68/69),
Anna Durbin (69), Greg Alley (73)
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>>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)

    I have just been re-reading "The DustStorm" [the
Club40 newsletter] and would like to use this forum to
urge those among us who graduated during the Eisenhower
years to take stock in what may happen to Club40.
    At the present, all officers of the club have
declined to seek another term in office. Since the
majority of the officers are from the "Truman
administration" it is understandable that they should
want to do so at this time. They have been the guiding
light of the organization since its inception, and now
they feel that the torch should be passed on to what is
now the majority of membership, namely the graduates of
the Fifties.
    There is also the feeling that perhaps the club
might change direction and limit membership to those
who graduated in the Forties. I hope not. The idea of
the "older heads" coming together on an annual basis is
a good one. It is a way of keeping contact with those
friends and colleagues who graduated a year or two
before or after you did. In most instances, it saves
the additional cost and/or trip to Richland for your
classes' reunion.
    If there is to be new blood at the helm of Club40,
then it is up to us (of the "Eisenhower
administration") to step forward. At this point I could
include more sports clichés and mixed metaphors, but I
will spare you the pain.
    If you are now a member of Club40, I urge you to
consider one of the club's offices. If you are not a
member, think seriously about joining. Annual
membership is only Five Dollars, and gets you two
editions of the newsletter "The Dust Storm". You don't
even have to come to the annual parties, but then
again, you may be missing a lot of fun and friends if
you don't.
    Maren, I thank you for the use of the hall to
expound on this matter.

Progress Bombers
-Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
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[ Club40 website is at: RichlandClub40.org]
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>>From: Tom Tracy (55)

    A friend recently sent me a picture of golf clubs
and a discarded golf bag strewn around the 15th hole
with a Burma-Shave type note:

"Who's woods these are... I think I know...
The irons are not familiar though..."

(with apologies to Robert Frost's Stopping By Woods on
a Snowy Eve)... :
Either someone had a less than par day...
else he could have been golfing in 'gator country.

    With the best R2K wishes to Richland Bombers
everywhere. Thanks for sharing your good thoughts, your
whereabouts and memories with all of us from the class
of '55.
    I was fighting the good fight with the friendly
skies of "Untied Airlines" trying to get to our class
reunion in Sept. and lost the battle in Denver... I
wanted to dash down the runway but the guard at the
gate was about 6'5" and didn't think it was a good
idea...I missed visiting with my high school friends
but heard they had a great time sharing events from the
grand days of the 50s...
    Lots of happiness gets reflected in a little memory
or two... or the anticipation of making a new one...
"there there little memory don't you cry... reunions
will embellish you by and by.."
    Just remembering some of the fun things we did on
basketball road trips puts a smile on my face. Remember
the Naval Station barracks where the coach had us stay
during the State Basketball Tournament (to keep us out
of trouble). The morning Gordon Anderson got a referee
whistle and pretended he was a screaming drill sergeant
while he tried to march us to the mess hall. "Hey, no
skipping", "Get in Step", "Button up that shirt",
"You're a Navy Bomber Now! and not behind a plow"
"Shape Up or Ship Out"... "Stomach in... Chest Out"...
"Hey kid, get a Chest before you come back here"!
Gordon was a creative player and actor as well. It was
hard keeping stride with Wayne Moss. The Naval officers
thought it was pretty creative too. It even made Dawald
smile.
    Art Dawald could have taught the drill sergeants a
thing or two about discipline... and commitment... and
building unique skills into a habit... about how long a
player can run full-speed, full-court press and
maintain the killer instinct, about techniques that
today seem lost with the pyramids or hidden in a locker
somewhere... Now that the media is through worshiping
coaches who throw chairs, choke players and publicly
humiliate their teams... someone out there will open
Dawald's file and say... Holy Hardwood! This is Great
Stuff!... and he'll pretend he invented it!
    Wow... didn't mean to ramble on so long... just a
simple Burma-Shave phrase... can cause a person to
"type" his friends to death... It's a terrible thing to
be typed to death... my fingers are tired and your eyes
will be tired from reading all this...
   The best two sign stories I remember are:
1) when the mayor of a Third World Country posted signs
everywhere in the city:    "HELP STAMP OUT
ILLITERACY... LEARN TO READ!!"
2) When a girl modified a sign in Boston along Mass.
Ave... that originally read: Send Me A Man Who Reads...
International Paper.. she re-punctuated it to: Send Me
A Man. Who Reads? Lisa
    Still love the Burma-Shave ads. Thanks Mike Clowes
(54) for keeping us referenced. Thanks, classmates for
all the great memories... I get to read notes from
heroes of my grade school days... Dale Gier, Gene
Keller, Junior Williams. Hey did someone ever find out
where Whitey Schell is? He was our own Pete Maravich. I
always wished Gene Conley (48) would have played end on
Rish's Football teams... Just imagine a 6'8" end. What
a target.
    I remember what a great football player Kevin Burke (55)
was... and the day I met him as a Sophomore... I had
the unfortunate experience of meeting him at the line
of scrimmage with the ball in my hands... before I
could explain to him... that I just found the ball and
wasn't really going to take it anywhere meaningful...
he remembered that coach Rish and Dawald had told him
to tackle "through" the player carrying the ball... he
was a good student and remembered his training well.
Parts of my body thought they were being transplanted
near the old locust tree by the tackling dummy...
several uniform pads and components lost their
integrity and were displaced... someone, somehow turned
my lights back on... the only thing Kevin feared was
that he might be charged with hit and run or
manslaughter... I thought he was one of the few players
who should have been assigned a license plate instead
of a mere number.
    Sorry my keyboard got stuck and wouldn't stop
typing... I've turned the power off and am contacting
my local Microsoft agent to help turn erase some of its
memory... in the meantime I'll just stand here at the
corner of disk drive and memory lane and keep talking
bar code until I hear more from my classmates in those
years before, during and after that great year in the
mid-50s.

-Tom Tracy (55)
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>>From: Maren Smyth (64)

To: Whoever was looking for info on FISSION CHIPS
    This URL was sent to me by Gary Behymer (64)
http://krookmcsmile.tripod.com/keycityspudnutshopfissionchips.jpg
    So, does anybody remember who asked about the
Fission Chips??

-Maren Smyth (64) ~ Chelan, WA
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>>From: Tom Young (68/69)

Re: Alumni '68 - '69
    Was scheduled to graduate in '68, but was short
credits because of screw-up in the office (more than a
little pissed-off about that!) and "officially"
graduated '69, somewhat after the rest of my friends.
    You guys have any contact with Sheri Doerr (maiden
name), I think that's the right spelling, been a
looooong time don't you know.

-Tom Young (68/69) ~ San Diego, CA
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>>From: Anna Durbin (69)

Dear Bombers:
    I love hearing about all these trips across country
and the Burma-Shave signs and Little America. And here
I thought my parents were the only wackos who piled us
into the station wagon and went on these cross country
driving trips. But, it makes sense. So many of them
left family behind and went back to visit relatives.
    I still do not know how my parents put up with the
four of us with no air conditioning (unless you count
"4-50" - open four windows and drive fifty miles an
hour). Not to mention no seat belts and us bouncing all
over and punching each other. I did learn from my
Mother that food and drink were necessary to settle the
raging animals. We always had a huge Thermos? of ice
water, ham sandwiches, moon pies and cans of soup to
heat over campfires and attract yellow jackets. As we
got older, we kids shared the driving and we used to
drive all night taking turns. Can't tell you how many
grocery store parking lots we stopped in to sleep when
everybody was too tired to drive and my parents weren't
going to waste money on a motel.
    I will never forget the time we left the 9th grade
assembly and drove to New York in 60 hours(!) to get to
my brother Terry's (62WB) graduation from West Point.
    Then there were all the trips to the Civil War
battlegrounds and the Washington Monument and the Grand
Canyon. I wonder how many miles my parents traveled in
their time. They just don't make people as crazy as my
parents any more. And my dad still drives at age 92.
Some generation of people that was.

-Anna Durbin (69)
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>>From: Greg Alley (73)

To: Julie Ham Froehlich (77)
    I hope your brother, Dan, has
a happy birthday and you have a good day.

Re: famous sitings
    I think I saw those famous Sandstorm idols Mike
Davis (74) and Brad Upton (74) once maybe. I think it
was at a party or two in Cheney or Spokane, or
Stateline, Idaho, or maybe Ellensburg or Pullman or
maybe Seattle, it could be at the Kingdome or maybe,
who knows, its all a college alcohol haze. Maybe it
was just someone really famous.

-Greg Alley (73)
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Alumni Sandstorm ~ 9/30/00
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12 Bombers sent stuff:
Anonymous, Marilyn Richey (53),
Ann Bishop (56), Sharon Chapman (57),
Ed Borasky (59), Patti Jones (60),
Deedee Willox (64), Gary Behymer (64),
Peter Brandt (72), Brad Upton (74),
Mike Davis (74), Louise Kirz (76)
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      NET SURFING by Gary Behymer (64)

http://www.hanfordnews.com/videos/index.html
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>>From: Anonymous

   I nominate Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54) as
next Club40 Prez ... Come on, Bob, make 1954 proud!!

-Anonymous
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>>From: Marilyn Richey (53)

To: Betty Neal Brinkman (62)
Betty,
    Are you married to George Brinkman (60)? I knew
your parents and you and your brother when you were in
high school and went to all the Bomber basketball
games.
 Where are you living now and are your parents alive
still? I think your brother was going to David Lipcomb
University in Tennessee at one time.
    I saw your sister-in-law, Kippy Brinkman (62). when
I lived in Las Vegas when she was at the Dunes at the
Dome of the Sea Restaurant for many years.
    Thought I would  say hello.

-Marilyn Richey (53)
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>>From: Ann Bishop Ousley (56)

To: Tom Tracy (55)
    My eyes weren't too tired, but my computer was.. I
got a sign " performed an illegal operation and will
shut down".... and it DID!!!!!!!!!

-Ann Bishop Ousley (56)
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>>From: Sharon Chapman McFall (57)

Re: Just a comment
To: Tom Tracy (55)
Hi Tom
    I just wanted you to know how much I enjoy the
things you choose to share with us..... almost as much
as I enjoyed watching you play basketball. Keep it up
as you always seem to have a unique slant on things. I
am still a basketball nut and attribute it to those
wonderful Bomber teams we had in the 50's. I am an
Arizona resident now so I have become an avid U of A
basketball fan. They play a style of ball that reminds
me of the old Bomber days.
    I don't think you would remember me but you would
probably remember my brother Harvey Chapman or my
sister-in-law Sally Foley.

-Sharon Chapman McFall (57)
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>>From: Ed Borasky (59)

To: Bob Carlson, aka Mike Clowes (54)
Bob,
    You said: "I have just been re-reading "The
DustStorm" [the Club40 newsletter] and would like to
use this forum to urge those among us who graduated
during the Eisenhower years to take stock in what may
happen to Club40. ...
    "If you are now a member of Club40, I urge you to
consider one of the club's offices. If you are not a
member, think seriously about joining. Annual
membership is only Five Dollars, and gets you two
editions of the newsletter "The Dust Storm". You don't
even have to come to the annual parties, but then
again, you may be missing a lot of fun and friends if
you don't."

    Yeah, I got the same letter :-(. I went to Club 40
last year on the heels of my 40th, and was planning to
go this year on the heels of R2K, but had some plumbing
issues that kept me home in the Portland area. Here's
what I propose:
    Combine the Club 40 leadership with a semi-
permanent All Bomber Reunion Committee and have a
reunion every year for all Bombers at Homecoming.
    With the web, we can have an up-to-the-minute
bulletin board / roster of who is coming and who isn't.
The collection of dues and such can be automated any
number of ways, and about all the committee would have
to do would be negotiate with the hotels for rooms and
arrange the food, drinks and entertainment for two
nights once a year. Two thirds of my graduating class
is within a day's drive of Richland, and I suspect that
other classes are similarly distributed.
    I would certainly consider volunteering as an
officer of Club40 or an All Bomber Reunion Committee,
although I am four hours' drive away. I'm going to
investigate what kind of web software we could use to
keep this going. You know, we could make Bomber
Reunions the second biggest industry in Richland :-).

-Ed Borasky (59)
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[Ed - Let's consider our younger Bomber classmates on
the 'Homecoming' time. Many of them have children who
are in school then and they'd never be able to come. In
conjunction with Cool Desert Nights (around 6/21) is a
time when more Bombers could arrange to attend. -Maren]
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>>From: Patti Jones Ahrens (60)

    When I was 12 years old, my family drove back to
Missouri where the family was from. Even though we
traveled a lot every summer for vacations, that was one
of the longest trips I can remember. I liked to stay up
all night with Dad, when he would do long distance
driving. Sometimes he would drive for two days straight
to get to our destination. The trip to Missouri was one
of those times.
    Driving through Wyoming seemed to take forever. The
lights shining on the cows eyes in the middle of the
night were eerie. On the trip we constantly saw signs
that pointed to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Every crossroad
seemed to have a sign that pointed to Jackson Hole.
After that trip I was always very curious what Jackson
Hole, Wyoming looked like.
    About two years later we took a trip to Yellowstone
National Park. On this trip we went to Jackson Hole.
What a beautiful place. Took the tram to the top of the
mountain where we could look down at the Snake River.
Living in Richland it didn't seem like a snake. From up
on the mountain we could see why they named it the
Snake River.
     The Burma-Shave signs were all there on the road.
Thanks everyone for the laughter about those signs. All
those signs made the trips fun.

-Patti Jones Ahrens (60) ~ Browns Point, WA
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>>From: Deedee Willox Loiseau (64)

Re: Signs on the Road
    I remember the Burma-Shave signs and was delighted
to find the URL in the Sandstorm to read them again.
    We saw another funny sign when we were driving
across country to Colorado. Don't remember what town we
were entering, but the sign read:
"Entering ___.  Drive slow and see our city. Drive fast
and see our jail."
We still say it when we drive through towns where you
have to reduce speed.

-Deedee Willox Loiseau (64) ~ Burbank, WA
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>>From: Peter Brandt (72

To: Dan Ham's (72) Birthday
Dear Dan,
    Happy Birthday!!!
    Fire up the stove, put the champagne on ice, truck
in the escargot, bring in the cheesecakes from the
pantry, warm up the tea cozies...... it's your
birthday, Dan.
    Sorry I can't be in Richland to celebrate, but
here's what I'm serving up for your birthday dinner,
Dan:
     How does Maine Lobster Bisque with Champagne
sound, or maybe a little Sevruga Caviar. There's
Lobster Mornay au Gratin or Grilled Quails, Australian
Rack of Lamb with Peppercorn Crust and Sauce Bordelaise
or Atlantic Swordfish with a Pinot Noir Sauce.
Exquisite homemade dessert comes with a slice of your
very own homemade birthday cake.
    In lieu of an in-person birthday party, I'll settle
for thinking about being there to watch you open your
gifts and celebrate your birthday..

All the best on your "Geburtstag",
-Peter Brandt (72)
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>>From: Brad Upton (74)

    At the risk of receiving a lot of grief from Tedi
Parks Teverbaugh (76) I'm plugging myself in the
Alumni Sandstorm.
    Tonight [Saturday, September 30, 2000] is the
season premiere of "The John Report with Bob" on KIRO
TV [channel] 7 [Seattle] at 11:30pm [PDT]. KIRO airs
from Portland to Vancouver and in parts of Eastern
Washington. It does not air in the Tri-Cities but maybe
Bomber alum/legend, Lloyd Swain (66), can fix that.
    "Almost Live" was a sketch comedy show that ran
here in the Seattle market for 15 years. KING TV
canceled it last year and KIRO TV picked up. Anyway,
John Keister has asked me to join the cast for this
season.
    I will appear on most of the shows doing my
"commentary" as well as writing some of the monologue
and sketches. I will not be on next week's show as I
will be doing a private show in the Bahamas. While in
the Bahamas I'm fully expecting to run into Mike Davis
(74) at the Nassau Denny's.

Go Bombers!
-Brad Upton (74)
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[...and in another e-mail from Brad later in the day...]
Hey Maren,
    I just talked to Lloyd Swain (66). It's a done deal. The "John 
Report with Bob" will now be shown in the Tri-Cities starting 
[9/30/00]. I have no idea what channel at home, whatever KIRO is on. 
Lloyd gets my vote for Bomber of the year.

-Brad Upton (74)
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>>From: Mike Davis (74)

To: Greg Alley (73)
    Partying at Ellensburg? Cheney? Seattle? Stateline?
etc., etc.? You must have the wrong guy or maybe you
have mixed me up with someone else. During the week in
those days I could have been found usually in the
library getting in a little extra study. Saturdays were
filled with reading to the "shut-ins" at the Old Folks
Home. Sundays I always had that first row seat at
church gloriously singing hymns.
    Although I think you may be correct about that Brad
Upton (74) fellow. Definitely a bad seed. Looking back
I now understand and appreciate the fact that my
parents would not let me hang around with him. They
would always say, "Now Mike, you stay away from him! He
thinks he is a real funny guy! Probably grow up to be a
comedian, I'm sure!" I wonder what ever became of ole
Brad Upton. Anyway, whatever happened to him I'm sure
it was no good!

-Mike Davis (74)
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>>From: Louise Kirz (76)

    I have been catching up on my Alumni Sandstorms
today and need to comment on the "small Bomber world"
series. Many of you around my class know that I am
married to a fellow Bomber, Jim Laidler (77). What you
may not know is that we met in Los Angeles in 1984. He
was a 4th year medical student and I was a medical
intern at USC. Our initial conversation went something
like this.
L: "so, where are you from?"
J: "Washington state"
L: "Oh? Where in Washington state?"
J: "A little town on the eastern side, you never would
have heard of it."
L:" I know Washington state pretty well... which town
(thinking he might say Prosser or Yakima)
J: "Richland"
L: "Richland!? You can't be from Richland, I'm from
Richland!"
    I then proceeded to quiz him about what buildings
were on the corners of what streets before I really
believed that here was someone from my home town,
practically my classmate and I had never seen him
before in my life... that I remembered. Turns out that
several of my friends (Holly Chamberlain and Miriam
Lewis remembered him from high school, but I did not)
small world.......

-Louise Kirz (76)
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	August, 2000 ~ October, 2000