Certain memories in our lives are etched in our minds like a photograph. It seems to never change, well maybe a little, and will always be there.
The picture was my mother, younger sister, Deborah, age eight, and my uncle, La Verne Bueghly, walking, more like tromping with heads down against the wind and heavy snow. They were coming up the road to our house and top of the hill. Sometimes they would almost walk into the ditch due to the blinding snow storm.
They were making it slowly from our Chevy that was stranded on the mile gravel road that ran the one-quarter mile south and adjacent to our farm and on west to highway 14. From the stranded car, it was close to a quarter mile to the corner and then another quarter mile up to our house. It was by no means an easy journey with a storm raging.
I'm not sure why my sister, Doris, and I didn't try to help in some way by calling a neighbor or who knows? I just remember sitting with Doris and watching patiently and helplessly out out our dining room window.
Let's go back to the very beginning of the story. It was a Saturday and mom had taken Deborah to Marshalltown for a haircut. Doris, had worked that morning at Hawkeye Chevrolet in Newton where she was employed. After having lunch with her husband to be, Clyde Eddy, she came home in the afternoon.
Mom had called us from Marshalltown in that they were headed home and for us to stay put as a snow storm was coming. She called again from Laurel and said she was bringing uncle La Verne with them as he had car trouble. He sold health insurance at the time and was in the Laurel area.
They made it all the way across the mile gravel road from highway 14 until they hit a really big snow drift on the last quarter mile. One major cause of the drifting was the cluster of surplus grain bins erected in the 1950's by the U.S. Government on land adjacent and on the south side of that road. The name on the sides of the numerous circular bins was "Butler." Thus, we called it "Butlerville."
The bins acted as a gigantic snow fence and created huge snow drifts across the road. During a really big snow storm like this one, they would be large enough to dwarf an automobile. As mom, Deborah, and La Verne headed out from the stranded car, mom had given La Verne an apron to tie around his head as he did not have a hat. It was an amusing sight.
The following day the county snow plow made its way across from the west to our stranded vehicle. I can still see it ram the drift and only advancing a few feet at a time. Then it would back up and hit the drift again and again. It finally made it to our buried car from its snowy grave.
Aunt Vivian, La Verne's wife and mom's sister, could never understand why uncle La Verne could not make it back to their house in Marshalltown. If only she could have witnessed it all!
Saturday, February 28, 2015
AN ALARM CLOCK WITH T.V.
The other night I did it again. I fell asleep before my favorite T.V. show came on at 9 p.m.
This has happened off and on for several years. No, I don't want to figure out how to record the show and watch it at some other "normal" time or at least for now.
Next time, I don't think I will take a chance. I have an old fashion alarm clock in my bedroom and I plan on bringing it out next time. The only problem is it doesn't solve the problem when I fall asleep during one of my favorite shows. Maybe what's more important is that maybe I just need the rest!
This has happened off and on for several years. No, I don't want to figure out how to record the show and watch it at some other "normal" time or at least for now.
Next time, I don't think I will take a chance. I have an old fashion alarm clock in my bedroom and I plan on bringing it out next time. The only problem is it doesn't solve the problem when I fall asleep during one of my favorite shows. Maybe what's more important is that maybe I just need the rest!
JOKE OF THE WEEK!
What happened to the two peanuts while walking down the street? They were assaulted!
Thursday, February 26, 2015
MY AUNT MARY LAVERTY- STYLE & GRACE!
I want to wish my Aunt Mary Elizabeth Laverty a Happy Birthday this date of February 28th. I won't reveal the date she was born here as you never tell a ladies age.
As the song by Tom Jones goes-"She had style, she had grace," and yes, she was a lady. As soon as you met her, you loved her. If you didn't like my Aunt Mary then the problem was with you.
Two of my favorite memories of her involved times when I would buy flowers for someone on a special occasion. I would instruct the florist to make up an arrangement of flowers that looked just like they had been picked from a roadside or meadow. That was the way my Aunt Mary would have arranged them!
Another fond memory was one time our family being invited over to my Aunt Mary and Uncle Paul's home for dinner. The one thing I felt was really "cool" and showed a touch of class was being informed that dinner would be served at 8 P.M. Wow! That was just like they ate in the big cities not here on the farm-usually at 6 P.M. For years, just thinking about that always brought a smile to my lips. Again, Happy Birthday! We still all love you!
As the song by Tom Jones goes-"She had style, she had grace," and yes, she was a lady. As soon as you met her, you loved her. If you didn't like my Aunt Mary then the problem was with you.
Two of my favorite memories of her involved times when I would buy flowers for someone on a special occasion. I would instruct the florist to make up an arrangement of flowers that looked just like they had been picked from a roadside or meadow. That was the way my Aunt Mary would have arranged them!
Another fond memory was one time our family being invited over to my Aunt Mary and Uncle Paul's home for dinner. The one thing I felt was really "cool" and showed a touch of class was being informed that dinner would be served at 8 P.M. Wow! That was just like they ate in the big cities not here on the farm-usually at 6 P.M. For years, just thinking about that always brought a smile to my lips. Again, Happy Birthday! We still all love you!
REMEMBER THE PIANO BAR/MAN?
Recently, I was listening to one of my all time favorite songs on the radio-Piano Man by Billy Joel. It ranks right up there with Hotel California by the Eagles.The lyrics are poetic genius and probably one of THE best by Joel.
It brought back memories when I "wore clothes of a younger man still" and used to frequent Johnny Vet's Club in West Des Moines. It sat off 63rd St. by the Racoon River, and also a junk yard across the street. But, it was in my era and earlier a place to dine. Old Johnny Stamatelos, of Greek heritage, that owned it, greeted you at the door each evening, wished you a good night when leaving and served the best American dishes. And there was where I fell in love with a Greek Salad.
One of the specialties was a Bob's Special. It was a top sirloin served on a tailored metal plate with a pad of butter melting on top. Oh My! Then when you were through eating, you made your way to the area where someone played your favorite tunes in the piano bar.
There were others around town at the time , but, the one at Johnny's was special. If you had a favorite place like Johnny's that you enjoyed your favorite after dinner drink, all you have to do is spin a little of Billy Joel and go back to those special times.
It brought back memories when I "wore clothes of a younger man still" and used to frequent Johnny Vet's Club in West Des Moines. It sat off 63rd St. by the Racoon River, and also a junk yard across the street. But, it was in my era and earlier a place to dine. Old Johnny Stamatelos, of Greek heritage, that owned it, greeted you at the door each evening, wished you a good night when leaving and served the best American dishes. And there was where I fell in love with a Greek Salad.
One of the specialties was a Bob's Special. It was a top sirloin served on a tailored metal plate with a pad of butter melting on top. Oh My! Then when you were through eating, you made your way to the area where someone played your favorite tunes in the piano bar.
There were others around town at the time , but, the one at Johnny's was special. If you had a favorite place like Johnny's that you enjoyed your favorite after dinner drink, all you have to do is spin a little of Billy Joel and go back to those special times.
LAUREL RANKED WITH THE BIG BOYS!
The other day, I pulled out an old high school copies of some football articles that I participated back in the fall of 1961. That year I was a senior at Laurel Consolidated School and graduated in he class of 1962. The following year was the last class before being consolidating again into SEMCO and later to East Marshall.
I am proud to say that one clipping from the Marshalltown Times Republican (by Associated Press) was of our ranking in the fourth week of the football season. At that time there were no class rankings as today. Only one big "pot" of schools.
Laurel received only three first place votes, but, were still able to maintain a ranking of 30th place in the state of Iowa. Others with top rankings were the likes of Iowa City, Sioux City Heelen, Ames. Marshalltown, and Davenport Central. We were ranked even ahead of Iowa City Regina.
Laurel had an outstanding group of athletes with the talents of Mike Stineman, Gary Campbell, Jim Latham, Tracy Miiller, Jerry Roberts, Ed Matya, Bob Baker Ben Wunn, Dale Erwin, Larry Eibs, and Larry Murphy. We went on that year with an undefeated football record (8-0)
I am proud to say that one clipping from the Marshalltown Times Republican (by Associated Press) was of our ranking in the fourth week of the football season. At that time there were no class rankings as today. Only one big "pot" of schools.
Laurel received only three first place votes, but, were still able to maintain a ranking of 30th place in the state of Iowa. Others with top rankings were the likes of Iowa City, Sioux City Heelen, Ames. Marshalltown, and Davenport Central. We were ranked even ahead of Iowa City Regina.
Laurel had an outstanding group of athletes with the talents of Mike Stineman, Gary Campbell, Jim Latham, Tracy Miiller, Jerry Roberts, Ed Matya, Bob Baker Ben Wunn, Dale Erwin, Larry Eibs, and Larry Murphy. We went on that year with an undefeated football record (8-0)
WHAT TO DO WITH ISIS!!
It came to me the other day about a solution to the terrorist group ISIS. I don't have the actual details to my plan, but, it goes something like this.
We would designate a remote island and set up an elaborate amusement park where by invitation these young misfits would be lured. It would be like a gigantic "Treasure Island" and it would have all kinds of rides, alcohol, cigars, gambling, and well you name it!
Somehow the hotel there would be something like "Hotel California" where you could enter, but never leave. If I ever work out the details, you will be the first to know.
PRE-SCHOOL WHAT!!
The other day a lady came in to Burg Grocery and purchased a local newspaper. The reason for her purchase was because there was a picture and article of her son, who just had a "PRE-SCHOOL PROM." I know I am getting old, but, are you kidding me?!?! Funny stuff never ends!
Monday, February 23, 2015
FUN RESULTS WITH WEIGHT LOSS!
Here is a short list of positive things that happen with weight loss.
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1) When you spot a coin on the floor, it is not as difficult to reach down and pick it up-even when you're an old guy. 2) It's fun being able to spin your watch around and around your wrist and constantly straightening your ring. 3) When cinching your belt, going to the notch that you hadn't used for a long time or never! 4) Being able to put on your socks with absolute ease! 5) When putting on a T-shirt, it is wrinkled and loose in the front instead of so tight that your stomach hurts! 6) When getting ready for your morning walk, putting on your winter coat and not having to inhale before the Zip!
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1) When you spot a coin on the floor, it is not as difficult to reach down and pick it up-even when you're an old guy. 2) It's fun being able to spin your watch around and around your wrist and constantly straightening your ring. 3) When cinching your belt, going to the notch that you hadn't used for a long time or never! 4) Being able to put on your socks with absolute ease! 5) When putting on a T-shirt, it is wrinkled and loose in the front instead of so tight that your stomach hurts! 6) When getting ready for your morning walk, putting on your winter coat and not having to inhale before the Zip!
Sunday, February 22, 2015
IT TOOK TIME TO GET THERE SO IT WILL------
The A.A. program has an old saying that says something like:" It took a while to get there so it will take time to get over it." I don't think those are the exact words, but, you get the message.
Today, I made it to my first goal of a ten pound reduction. It took three weeks give or take. My next goal is a five pound reduction and hopefully will accomplish it in a ten to two week period. If I make my goal of at least another ten pounds within a reasonable amount of time, I will share any "big secrets." Don't look for any magical methods like the time, years ago, I quit smoking and used the "Dennis' Tootsie Pop method."
The one thing I cannot believe is that I lost my final pound on a Saturday night and before going to bed having a chocolate covered cherry candy-O.K. three of them
-------------------stay tuned. P.S.
At least putting this out there for a few to see, it helps the incentive!
Saturday, February 21, 2015
HE FOUGHT THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Another story of interest that Lois Randolph, here of Williamsburg, passed along to me on a recent visit, involved her dad, his imitating Mary Poppins, and his boxing career. The story took place in the early 1900's right here in Iowa and the St. Paul Minnesota area.
Her father, Arthur Rinderknecht, grew up in the small town of Atkins in Benton County, where his father ran a local lumberyard. When Lois's father was around thirteen years old, he decided to attempt jumping off the loft in family barn* with an umbrella. Obviously, it didn't work out too well and landed below with an injured foot.
In later years, he was encouraged to get into boxing as he grew to six foot six inches tall and weighed around 220 pounds. When he was around 27 or 28 years old, he had been training in St. Paul, Minnesota and then had the opportunity to fight Jack Johnson, who at the time in the mid 1920's, was the heavyweight champion of the world, a black man and also had been released from prison in time or for the fight according to, Lois, his daughter.
Jack Johnson not only was considered the heavyweight champion at the time , but, by some accounts was considered the athlete of the century. Lois's dad went by the name of the "Cornhusker or Rinder." Again, according to Lois, the fight went until the 12th round when it was called because her dad's foot, that he had injured in his "umbrella jump" years earlier, started bothering him again.
No account could be found of this particular fight, but, does make for a great family story. Lots of information can be found on the internet about Jack Johnson. He led a very fascinating life to say the least.
**A lot of homes during the turn-of-the-century had small barns as they housed the horses and then later were used as a garage for the automobile.
Her father, Arthur Rinderknecht, grew up in the small town of Atkins in Benton County, where his father ran a local lumberyard. When Lois's father was around thirteen years old, he decided to attempt jumping off the loft in family barn* with an umbrella. Obviously, it didn't work out too well and landed below with an injured foot.
In later years, he was encouraged to get into boxing as he grew to six foot six inches tall and weighed around 220 pounds. When he was around 27 or 28 years old, he had been training in St. Paul, Minnesota and then had the opportunity to fight Jack Johnson, who at the time in the mid 1920's, was the heavyweight champion of the world, a black man and also had been released from prison in time or for the fight according to, Lois, his daughter.
Jack Johnson not only was considered the heavyweight champion at the time , but, by some accounts was considered the athlete of the century. Lois's dad went by the name of the "Cornhusker or Rinder." Again, according to Lois, the fight went until the 12th round when it was called because her dad's foot, that he had injured in his "umbrella jump" years earlier, started bothering him again.
No account could be found of this particular fight, but, does make for a great family story. Lots of information can be found on the internet about Jack Johnson. He led a very fascinating life to say the least.
**A lot of homes during the turn-of-the-century had small barns as they housed the horses and then later were used as a garage for the automobile.
JOKE OF THE WEEK!
A mushroom walked into a bar and asked for a drink! The bartender said that his kind was not allowed in there. The mushroom replied: "Why not. I'm a fungi!"
Thursday, February 19, 2015
LOSING WEIGHT-ONE MORE TIME!
Through the years, I would estimate that I have lost somewhere in the area of 500-1,000 pounds in my lifetime. Yes, if I count all the little diets just to lose 5 lbs. or so at different times. No, I don't need to be lectured about eating smaller portions, cutting out desserts, no snacks after eight o'clock, drinking more water and whatever!
After seventy years of enjoying eating all kinds of good food,it boils down to the fact that I am a gluten! It is a wonder that I don't weigh closer to 300 lbs. instead of hovering around the 200 mark!
But, I am giving it another chance and figure this could be my last shot. I started this diet march the first of February. You don't think I wa going to start dieting on the week of my birthday. I am not totally insane. So far I have lost 10 lbs. which is always the easiest.
I have basically eliminated evening snacks altogether, a modest breakfast, lunch and not as modest supper or dinner. The weekends have been a PUSH, but, that's O.K. Man cannot live by bread alone , but, must have a little peanut butter along the way.
Nest week, I plan on going on a little three day mini diet within the bigger plan. I use to do this regimen when wanting to just lose 5 lbs. or so. One thing I will say that it is nice even losing the first ten lbs. as it feels a lot better and easier putting on my socks and getting up from the couch. I don't have to say Ugh! quite as often.
---------stay tuned for progress.
After seventy years of enjoying eating all kinds of good food,it boils down to the fact that I am a gluten! It is a wonder that I don't weigh closer to 300 lbs. instead of hovering around the 200 mark!
But, I am giving it another chance and figure this could be my last shot. I started this diet march the first of February. You don't think I wa going to start dieting on the week of my birthday. I am not totally insane. So far I have lost 10 lbs. which is always the easiest.
I have basically eliminated evening snacks altogether, a modest breakfast, lunch and not as modest supper or dinner. The weekends have been a PUSH, but, that's O.K. Man cannot live by bread alone , but, must have a little peanut butter along the way.
Nest week, I plan on going on a little three day mini diet within the bigger plan. I use to do this regimen when wanting to just lose 5 lbs. or so. One thing I will say that it is nice even losing the first ten lbs. as it feels a lot better and easier putting on my socks and getting up from the couch. I don't have to say Ugh! quite as often.
---------stay tuned for progress.
BIRTHDAY MONTH-WOW!
At the end of January, I wrote a piece about celebrating my birthday for a week instead of just for the actual birthday day.My logic is and was that since I am closer to going out than coming in, I am entitled to a little longer birthday celebration.
A lady came into the grocery store the other day and proclaimed that she was celebrating her birthday "month" as she was now over fifty! I had mentioned what I had done with a week and each day had one of my favorite meals and so on. But, next year maybe I will have to re-consider the situation and look at the "month long celebration idea!"
A lady came into the grocery store the other day and proclaimed that she was celebrating her birthday "month" as she was now over fifty! I had mentioned what I had done with a week and each day had one of my favorite meals and so on. But, next year maybe I will have to re-consider the situation and look at the "month long celebration idea!"
THOMAS A. LAVERTY/B-DAY SALUTE
My grandfather, Thomas A. Laverty( only middle initial) was born this date, February 19, 1866 and passed away on "St. Patrick's Day," March 17, 1950. He was one of nine children born to Thomas M. and Margaret Paul Laverty. Thomas A. was born in County Antrim, North Ireland. His family came to America that same year.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
HOW TALL WAS HE?
The other day I spotted a young fellow at our local drug store behind one of the shelving displays. I swore he was standing on a foot stool so he could get a better look at a certain item. After looking closer, he obviously wasn't standing on anything, but, stood at least something a little under seven foot.
It reminded me of the time when standing in the Miami airport years ago, in the 1980's, waiting for some luggage to arrive on the carousel. I had looked down at a rotating carousel further down from mine, and thought I had witnessed a guy standing up on it to retrieve luggage that possibly was stuck or jammed in some way.
No! It wasn't standing on anything after looking closer. He was really really tall and as it turned out was the center for the Utah Jazz professional basketball team.His name was Mark Eaton. He stood around seven foot and a half feet tall and at the time was considered the tallest player in the NBA. The reason he was in Miami, along with others like Bobby Hansen, was the NBA All-Star Game.
He was tall ! I think it would get old ducking through doorways!
IS YOUR GLASS HALF FULL-HALF EMPTY?
While visiting with a customer the other day at the Burg Grocery, the topic obviously came around to the topic of weather. It always does it seems like. On occasion, I have tried to change the subject , but, usually to no avail.
It was a typical cold winter day and I did mention, though, that by my own barometer, by February 15th it was downhill and the weather would very shortly be getting nicer. The worst, in my estimation, was over.
This particular gentleman's reply was not really what I expected; "There is always a lot of bad weather in March." Maybe I am too much of an optimist in most things. I realize the world could end tomorrow, but, that is no way to live. And, oh yes, I really get tire of hearing it gets closer to girls basketball tournament time, that a storm will be coming that week!
It was a typical cold winter day and I did mention, though, that by my own barometer, by February 15th it was downhill and the weather would very shortly be getting nicer. The worst, in my estimation, was over.
This particular gentleman's reply was not really what I expected; "There is always a lot of bad weather in March." Maybe I am too much of an optimist in most things. I realize the world could end tomorrow, but, that is no way to live. And, oh yes, I really get tire of hearing it gets closer to girls basketball tournament time, that a storm will be coming that week!
TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING?
Yesterday at the Burg Grocery, I heard a couple of young ladies talking about how sick they got eating the same food while working at a local Subway sandwich shop. I mentioned to them that I experienced a similar experience as a young man.
While attending Marshalltown Junior College, as it was called in 1962, I shared an apartment with two high school classmates at the time-Tracy Miiller and Rick Patterson. We first lived out on west State street and then moved to an apartment on south 4th or 5th ave close to Taylor's Maid Rite.
Needless to say living that close to our favorite eatery, we found ourselves up there just about every night. This lasted for about two weeks and then it got old real fast. I don't remember what we did after that, but, I don't remember cooking all that much nor were the options of dining out as plentiful as today. We did survive and it didn't take too long before once again enjoying a couple of those tasty sandwiches with mustard and onion with a chocolate malt. I shouldn't be writing this just before lunch hour.
While attending Marshalltown Junior College, as it was called in 1962, I shared an apartment with two high school classmates at the time-Tracy Miiller and Rick Patterson. We first lived out on west State street and then moved to an apartment on south 4th or 5th ave close to Taylor's Maid Rite.
Needless to say living that close to our favorite eatery, we found ourselves up there just about every night. This lasted for about two weeks and then it got old real fast. I don't remember what we did after that, but, I don't remember cooking all that much nor were the options of dining out as plentiful as today. We did survive and it didn't take too long before once again enjoying a couple of those tasty sandwiches with mustard and onion with a chocolate malt. I shouldn't be writing this just before lunch hour.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
I DON'T BELIEVE IT CATEGORY!
This morning I needed to run to the Burg Grocery for a few things that were needed and witnessed a somewhat amusing situation on the way in the car and keeping in mind that the temperature was quite cold.
A young lady was walking on the side-walk completely bundled up from head to toe with only her eyes showing through a scarf wrapped around her head. And yet, despite probably being extremely cold, she was plodding along with her head down focusing on her phone. It appeared that she was not concerned with traffic or the conditions under foot. Amazing!
A young lady was walking on the side-walk completely bundled up from head to toe with only her eyes showing through a scarf wrapped around her head. And yet, despite probably being extremely cold, she was plodding along with her head down focusing on her phone. It appeared that she was not concerned with traffic or the conditions under foot. Amazing!
WE HAD FACEBOOK BACK WHEN-SORTA!
Does anyone remember many many years ago when your mom would call in to the Marshalltown Times Republican Newspaper for them to write up a story in the social page about a family reunion or any other social event of importance or someone thought.
Recently I ran across one of those newspaper clippings that my mother had kept and then so did I. Go figure! This was a way for the rest of the world to know what you were up to. A way to do a little bit of bragging, just like Facebook, and for friends and family to keep track of you if they so choose.
Recently I ran across one of those newspaper clippings that my mother had kept and then so did I. Go figure! This was a way for the rest of the world to know what you were up to. A way to do a little bit of bragging, just like Facebook, and for friends and family to keep track of you if they so choose.
LAUREL MEN LEAVE ON A FISHING TRIP TO NORTHERN MINN.
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By Blanche Frost
LAUREL--Thomas and Johnnie Laverty are leaving for a fishing trip to northern Minnesota. Mike Buhrow and Joe E. Brown have returned from a trip through Wisconsin and Minnesota. Harry McBroom is back on duty carrying mail after having a nose operation.
Aren't you glad you knew all about such importance!
Saturday, February 14, 2015
SOME BLAME ON CONVENIENCE STORES/OBESITY!
Usually when I stop into a convenience store I have to grab a cup from the fancy coffee area and fill it with my favorite soft drink/beverage. Most all of them have only cups that start at 32 oz. size and the go to 48 oz. or larger. Are you kidding me!
One time I stopped in to one these stores in Marshalltown and the clerk didn't what to charge me with the 20 oz. size of diet coke. Most people, they figure will just grab any cup that is found directly underneath the dispenser. If the smallest is 32 oz. then oh well! Subtle, but, it usually works on most people. An example like this is just one example of some blame sharing.
It falls in line like asking one time at a fast food restaurant by the clerk if I wanted a medium or large beverage? Don't you have a small I asked? Yes, but, that's what we are suppose to say he replied! I should have called my local ambulance chaser!
One time I stopped in to one these stores in Marshalltown and the clerk didn't what to charge me with the 20 oz. size of diet coke. Most people, they figure will just grab any cup that is found directly underneath the dispenser. If the smallest is 32 oz. then oh well! Subtle, but, it usually works on most people. An example like this is just one example of some blame sharing.
It falls in line like asking one time at a fast food restaurant by the clerk if I wanted a medium or large beverage? Don't you have a small I asked? Yes, but, that's what we are suppose to say he replied! I should have called my local ambulance chaser!
WHO LIVES LONGER?
Someone at the Burg Grocery posed the question about who lives longer-people living in warm climates like Florida or Arizona(especially during the winter months) or colder climates like Iowa and Michigan. Not sure if studies have been done(probably) but maybe living in Iowa all through a cold winter just makes it seem longer!
Friday, February 13, 2015
SCHOOL START/STATE FAIR DEBATE!
As written in the Des Moines Register-Your 2 cents worth column.
What is all the talk about the State Fair. It used to end on Sunday before Labor Day. School started on Tuesday after Labor Day. Students were always out of school by the third week in May. We only got Good Friday off not a week long spring vacation. What is wrong with going back to this.
---An old foggy in 50112
What is all the talk about the State Fair. It used to end on Sunday before Labor Day. School started on Tuesday after Labor Day. Students were always out of school by the third week in May. We only got Good Friday off not a week long spring vacation. What is wrong with going back to this.
---An old foggy in 50112
BANKER STEALS FAMILY FORTUNE!
This past week I had the pleasure of visiting and interviewing the most lovely and interesting lady, Mrs. Lois Randolph, a longtime resident of Williamsburg, Iowa. It is about a story concerning her husband's grandfather during the depression. I have rewritten the story from a prited copy that was written by Bill's mother, Lucille.
THE STORY OF THE BROKEN BANK
There was a man long ago who owned a bank in a little town of Ladora. He suddenly decided he was rich and could just as well have a big bank. So he got busy and built the finest bank you ever saw. Floors of marble, pillars, big vaults, it was just beautiful. Then he moved in and everything was just lovely.
Then one day all of a sudden the banks started to break and people lost everything they had. My husband's father had a lot of money in the Marengo bank and was scared to death he would lose it. So he went to talk with him and just then the telephone rang. It was the Ledora banker who knew my father-in-law very well. He said: "Now you just bring your money right up here and I will take care of it for you," which he did.
The next day the bank was closed and nobody could find the money my father-in-law, the banker or anything and to this day they haven't found the money or anything.
But I heard rumors that he went to Canada, took the money with him and living high at that time. My husband and I and two children were living in an old shack and my poor father-in-law came to live with us the rest of his life.
Now, one of the strange things of the story is that my son and his wife(Lois) bought this beautiful bank. It had not been used for years just sitting there full of junk people threw in it. They went in and it looked terrible but they could see the beauty again.
There was a young fellow trying to clean it up a little so my folks (son and wife) saw the door open and went in. The man said he owned it o they made him an offer and got it. Now it is back to its old beauty again. They made a drapery factory out of it-the best in the state and they just loved it.
Lois recalls that they owned it and worked there until she was eighty years old and in later years has been a restaurant and brewery. One can still see the bank sitting on the north side of the town of Ladora. Check it out sometime driving on old highway 6 between Grinnell and Iowa City.
There was a young fellow trying to clean it up a little so my folks (son and wife) saw the door open and went in. The man said he owned it o they made him an offer and got it. Now it is back to its old beauty again. They made a drapery factory out of it-the best in the state and they just loved it.
Lois recalls that they owned it and worked there until she was eighty years old and in later years has been a restaurant and brewery. One can still see the bank sitting on the north side of the town of Ladora. Check it out sometime driving on old highway 6 between Grinnell and Iowa City.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
TELL ME A STORY-CONCLUSION (part 13)
The intent of this writing has been a small attempt to inspire, motivate, and at least cheer you on with your writing endeavor no matter what the technique or format. The principles here also work even if you are ready to begin your "Great American Novel.
The key is getting stated in a manner that works for you. It is one of those things that you have to "make the time" not wait when you can find the time. You are worth it. Just because you are not some high profile person, you are special and have lots of stories that will touch loved ones for years to come.
They will love you forever for making the effort. You may not not see that effort in your lifetime, but, it will be appreciated some day. Who knows maybe someone in your family will want to take up where you have left off. Good luck and good writing.
The key is getting stated in a manner that works for you. It is one of those things that you have to "make the time" not wait when you can find the time. You are worth it. Just because you are not some high profile person, you are special and have lots of stories that will touch loved ones for years to come.
They will love you forever for making the effort. You may not not see that effort in your lifetime, but, it will be appreciated some day. Who knows maybe someone in your family will want to take up where you have left off. Good luck and good writing.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
IT'S NOT CHICKEN!
Here is one of those age old questions that no one has been able to answer for me! Why do they call the comfort food item you see a lot in small town cafe's and restaurants "chicken fried steak! It is not chicken, but usually a cube or minute beef steak as the key ingredient.
The other day, I did see a recipe in a southern cooking magazine for Country Fried Steak which is the same thing. I will never know why it wasn't called that in the first place. No! This time I am not going to google about it! By the way the Newton Family Restaurant does make it sooo good!
SHOPPING W/ BIG SISTER-OBLIGATION PAID!
Yesterday, I drove up to Gilman and picked up my sister, Doris, and chauffeured her to Newton for a doctor's appointment related to her accident a few months ago. On leaving the appointment, we then headed to Walmart for a little needed shopping on her part.
This is where the fun for the day began. For those of you who shop at this Monster on a regular basis, I must commend you. It takes a special kind of courage, dedication, and a pinch of some type of mental disorder. I am the one who needed the "walker."
I work part-time, three days a week at a grocery store and am on my feet constantly. Plus, I power walk every morning for 30 minutes. All that still did not prepare me for Walmart. Normally, I shop like a Marine. In-buy it- and get out! That simple. My record was at the Marshalltown Center when I was in and out in eight minutes.
Never have I shopped with anyone that long in the last 20 years. But, this was my sister and in a lot of ways I owe her much in my life. This experience paid me up, especially with the last phase of it by shopping for just a "few groceries." For a guy who "daily shops" for groceries, it was new territory!
The best part was my reward after THE experience. We stopped and Doris treated me to lunch at the Newton Family Restaurant on the east side of town. Just a great "comfort food place" with yummy items like Country fried steak and hot beef sandwiches. The only downside, I stayed away from the delicious pies that they had due to a diet mode that I am now on.
Don't get me wrong. I would do it again and again for my sister. She really knows how to reward her wimpy brother!
This is where the fun for the day began. For those of you who shop at this Monster on a regular basis, I must commend you. It takes a special kind of courage, dedication, and a pinch of some type of mental disorder. I am the one who needed the "walker."
I work part-time, three days a week at a grocery store and am on my feet constantly. Plus, I power walk every morning for 30 minutes. All that still did not prepare me for Walmart. Normally, I shop like a Marine. In-buy it- and get out! That simple. My record was at the Marshalltown Center when I was in and out in eight minutes.
Never have I shopped with anyone that long in the last 20 years. But, this was my sister and in a lot of ways I owe her much in my life. This experience paid me up, especially with the last phase of it by shopping for just a "few groceries." For a guy who "daily shops" for groceries, it was new territory!
The best part was my reward after THE experience. We stopped and Doris treated me to lunch at the Newton Family Restaurant on the east side of town. Just a great "comfort food place" with yummy items like Country fried steak and hot beef sandwiches. The only downside, I stayed away from the delicious pies that they had due to a diet mode that I am now on.
Don't get me wrong. I would do it again and again for my sister. She really knows how to reward her wimpy brother!
TELL ME A STORY-WORKING WITH FAMILY MEMBERS
All the principles and techniques apply in working with a loved one or family member. Preparation and finding the right time that works for both of you is most important! Do not allow to be interrupted.
One of the best ways to start with a family member is to prepare a list of simple questions that have just a one word response. Example would be: In what city and state were you born, name of hospital or other location, name of doctor or mid-wife and so on. Simple one word questions/ answers will allow you to ease in to memories.
Again, just like yourself this experience should not be too daunting or over-whelming. If you already know some stories that have been told, then list a few of those to choose initially. Take good notes and and later you can put the story together in complete form.
.In preparation, also consider initial topics that will bring up warm or humorous memories: A special birthday, a best friend in school, their wedding day. Remember, the list could be endless, but, a few good stories is better than no stories at all.
Even if all you accomplish is a list of Favorite This and That's, a list of memories about your parents or friends, then you have the beginnings of something very special. Just use your imagination, patience and it will be rewarding and fun.
Lastly and maybe most important, say focused. Don't let your familty member get into too many stories without finishing details about one or two stories.
One of the best ways to start with a family member is to prepare a list of simple questions that have just a one word response. Example would be: In what city and state were you born, name of hospital or other location, name of doctor or mid-wife and so on. Simple one word questions/ answers will allow you to ease in to memories.
Again, just like yourself this experience should not be too daunting or over-whelming. If you already know some stories that have been told, then list a few of those to choose initially. Take good notes and and later you can put the story together in complete form.
.In preparation, also consider initial topics that will bring up warm or humorous memories: A special birthday, a best friend in school, their wedding day. Remember, the list could be endless, but, a few good stories is better than no stories at all.
Even if all you accomplish is a list of Favorite This and That's, a list of memories about your parents or friends, then you have the beginnings of something very special. Just use your imagination, patience and it will be rewarding and fun.
Lastly and maybe most important, say focused. Don't let your familty member get into too many stories without finishing details about one or two stories.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
JOHN LAVERTY'S BIRTHDAY(2/9/1912-5/14/1953)
Today, I would like to pay tribute to my dad with the following on his birthday. Years ago, while visiting with Bill Lyle, a friend of my dad and long time resident of Laurel, he passed along something about my dad that I will never forget. He told me: "I knew your dad and he was the gentlest man I have ever known."
Saturday, February 7, 2015
MY FIRST STORY INTERVIEW!
Recently, I was referred to a lady here in the Williamsburg area who has some really interesting family stories to tell. This past week, I went to her home to sit down an listen and at the same time was prepared to take notes.
The one thing I was prepared to do was make sure the four basic questions would be reflected: Who, what, where, and why. For my own purposes, I made sure that I kept the interview within a certain time frame for her and my sake.
She had two or three stories that she wanted to reveal and started to get into names, dates, and places simultaneously. This is where my stand-by "how do you eat the elephant" saying came in to play. From there, we "took one one bite at a time" and stayed on one story. I took notes and was prepared for what I thought to be important questions pertaining to the story.
She turned out to be a fascinating lady with two family related stories. I am initially going to write them, but, not going to reveal her name or publish them on my Blog until I have her permission. She has one story coming up that I know will be extremely fascinating. I just hope I have not gone beyond my writing skills. Stay tuned!
The one thing I was prepared to do was make sure the four basic questions would be reflected: Who, what, where, and why. For my own purposes, I made sure that I kept the interview within a certain time frame for her and my sake.
She had two or three stories that she wanted to reveal and started to get into names, dates, and places simultaneously. This is where my stand-by "how do you eat the elephant" saying came in to play. From there, we "took one one bite at a time" and stayed on one story. I took notes and was prepared for what I thought to be important questions pertaining to the story.
She turned out to be a fascinating lady with two family related stories. I am initially going to write them, but, not going to reveal her name or publish them on my Blog until I have her permission. She has one story coming up that I know will be extremely fascinating. I just hope I have not gone beyond my writing skills. Stay tuned!
TELL ME A STORY-TECHNIQUES & FORMATS(part 11)
Some of my advice will be repetitious, but, sometimes basics need to be driven home more than once. If your main objective is writing about your life and the past do not start out as if you are going to write about your life your LIFE STORY all in one swoop.
In other words, don't sit down and think you have to start when you were two years old and keep going. This technique will terrify most people out of ever writing. Don't try this technique on your mother or Grandma either. How would you like someone to stick a microphone in front of you or pen and paper and say "start writing" or "start talking." If you can do that more power to you. On 85 plus year old lady from the Grinnell area did that and the last I knew she was up into the 1950's.
There is the old saying I like to use: "HOW DO YOU EAT AN ELEPHANT?" -"ONE BITE AT A TIME." Sometimes it is best not to look at the big picture all at once. Your reader will enjoy short stories or vignettes just as well. When walking up a steep hill, never look up to the top.
It is all right as you think of a story to write it even though it mat be a story at a time when you were an adult in your 30's. Then another story pops up from your list about when you were a teenager. It doesn't matter the order. Eventually, as you write more stories, you will put your stories in a chronological order.
It doesn't take long to develop a technique or style that you are comfortable with. You may even want to sub-divide your writings into other ways such as: people, events, school happenings, and so on. Have fun with it.
No matter what you want to call it: a technique, style, or format, what is important is putting down those memories into the written word that makes you comfortable and telling it like only you can.
In other words, don't sit down and think you have to start when you were two years old and keep going. This technique will terrify most people out of ever writing. Don't try this technique on your mother or Grandma either. How would you like someone to stick a microphone in front of you or pen and paper and say "start writing" or "start talking." If you can do that more power to you. On 85 plus year old lady from the Grinnell area did that and the last I knew she was up into the 1950's.
There is the old saying I like to use: "HOW DO YOU EAT AN ELEPHANT?" -"ONE BITE AT A TIME." Sometimes it is best not to look at the big picture all at once. Your reader will enjoy short stories or vignettes just as well. When walking up a steep hill, never look up to the top.
It is all right as you think of a story to write it even though it mat be a story at a time when you were an adult in your 30's. Then another story pops up from your list about when you were a teenager. It doesn't matter the order. Eventually, as you write more stories, you will put your stories in a chronological order.
It doesn't take long to develop a technique or style that you are comfortable with. You may even want to sub-divide your writings into other ways such as: people, events, school happenings, and so on. Have fun with it.
No matter what you want to call it: a technique, style, or format, what is important is putting down those memories into the written word that makes you comfortable and telling it like only you can.
Friday, February 6, 2015
TELL ME A STORY-LISTS(part 10)
Again, if you have difficulty writing stories in narrative form or just want to mix it up a little try the list method. The favorite one for me is the "Favorite This and That" list. Example would be favorite color, movie, friend, book, and on and on. Or, your "Least Favorite This and That" list.
Even if you don't enjoy writing stories, a list form can provide a loved one a lot of information about you. Try a list of your favorite recipes, addresses where you lived, list of favorite movies, locations of destinations traveled and musical groups seen live. One of my favorites was a list of moments remembered about my mother. Be creative! That's what is all about!
Even if you don't enjoy writing stories, a list form can provide a loved one a lot of information about you. Try a list of your favorite recipes, addresses where you lived, list of favorite movies, locations of destinations traveled and musical groups seen live. One of my favorites was a list of moments remembered about my mother. Be creative! That's what is all about!
Thursday, February 5, 2015
TELL ME A STORY-DOCUMENTATION OF PERSONAL ITEMS(part 9)
Several years ago while visiting with a fellow church member around Laurel, Iowa, I mentioned how beautiful a particular vase was that she had in her home. She proceeded to tell the story of how it was acquired on a cattle buying trip to Chicago many years ago with her late husband. She described in detail the trip, where they stayed, the train ride, and where they ate and shopped.
It was asked if she had at least written a short documentation of the trip and had put it inside of the vase. The reply was no, but, that her daughter knew the story. Her daughter may or may not be able to tell the story as well as the mother did in some detail.
If her story about the "vase" is put in writing, the family members that knew her will be able to hear her, in a way, actually telling the story. It will also have a special meaning to those who did not know her personally. Always try to at least write a brief description about the item you are leaving a loved one. It will give it added special meaning. That's the least you can do.
My mother was very good at attaching a descriptive note to an old family quilt. She stuck a note down inside a Cobalt pitcher with matching glasses that was given as a wedding gift in 1932. It takes very little time and effort.
It was asked if she had at least written a short documentation of the trip and had put it inside of the vase. The reply was no, but, that her daughter knew the story. Her daughter may or may not be able to tell the story as well as the mother did in some detail.
If her story about the "vase" is put in writing, the family members that knew her will be able to hear her, in a way, actually telling the story. It will also have a special meaning to those who did not know her personally. Always try to at least write a brief description about the item you are leaving a loved one. It will give it added special meaning. That's the least you can do.
My mother was very good at attaching a descriptive note to an old family quilt. She stuck a note down inside a Cobalt pitcher with matching glasses that was given as a wedding gift in 1932. It takes very little time and effort.
IT WAS THE DAY THE MUSIC DIED!
As we have just passed the Buddy Holly anniversary tragedy, for me personally, it is a time of reflection. I remember that day more vividly than when Elvis died or Kennedy was shot. It was the end of a very innocent time.
I had collected 45 records of all three singers at the time, especially Buddy Holly. It wasn't just the music of those three that ended, but, just the time of innocence of the 1950's that also vanished. It was devastating. I had seen the Big Bopper at the Val Air Ballroom in West Des Moines prior and when the movie La Bamba came out in the late 1970's, it was the only movie up until then that I actually cried.
Also,as a kid attending Methodist Church Camp on the south shore of Clear Lake in the 1950's and actually attending a concert at the Surf Ballroom with my sister, Doris, it was a very special place for me. And, it always will be. Rave On!
I had collected 45 records of all three singers at the time, especially Buddy Holly. It wasn't just the music of those three that ended, but, just the time of innocence of the 1950's that also vanished. It was devastating. I had seen the Big Bopper at the Val Air Ballroom in West Des Moines prior and when the movie La Bamba came out in the late 1970's, it was the only movie up until then that I actually cried.
Also,as a kid attending Methodist Church Camp on the south shore of Clear Lake in the 1950's and actually attending a concert at the Surf Ballroom with my sister, Doris, it was a very special place for me. And, it always will be. Rave On!
KEEP THE GIRLS & VAMPIRES AWAY!!
On Wednesday a fellow was checking out at the Burg Grocery and was purchasing a 32 oz. jar of minced garlic. I started to chuckle and indicated after working at the store over two years that I had never seen that large of a container of garlic.
His reply was simple in that he really liked garlic in most of his cooking and would probably go through that much in THREE WEEKS! He indicated he didn't put it on his breakfast cereal either. I responded as he left that at least he would not have a problem with vampires. "Nor girls either," he shot back! I like a little garlic now and then-but!
His reply was simple in that he really liked garlic in most of his cooking and would probably go through that much in THREE WEEKS! He indicated he didn't put it on his breakfast cereal either. I responded as he left that at least he would not have a problem with vampires. "Nor girls either," he shot back! I like a little garlic now and then-but!
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
A MIRACLE WE LIVE TO ADULTHOOD!
When I was a kid in the late 1950's, I had gone over to a nearby neighbor boy to play one afternoon. His name was Dave Anderson and he lived a couple of miles away on the Jasper-Marshall county road northeast from our farm.
Dave and I played a lot together as we were one year apart and his grandparents also lived just across the road from us. I really enjoyed doing things with Dave as he was very creative and had a talent in making cool things like spears, tomahawks, and bow and arrows. Like I said really cool stuff for boys. And, what was really important we never had very many disagreements.
On this particular day, I decided to ride an old Schwinn bike that was on their farm. One problem was it had only one handle bar and no brakes. I didn't let that stop me. As soon I got on the way I went.
One slight problem though. I immediately lost control and started down a rather steep embankment off their driveway. There weren't too many options open to me. To my left as I descended was an old Case hay baler and to my right was a pile of busted up concrete and straight on was a barb-wire fence. A quick decision had to be made. After a bounce or two off the concrete, I rolled into the barb-wire fence.
To this day I carry that battle scar on my upper left arm. No, I didn't have stitches and simply lived to see another day. Just part of being a kid I guess!
Dave and I played a lot together as we were one year apart and his grandparents also lived just across the road from us. I really enjoyed doing things with Dave as he was very creative and had a talent in making cool things like spears, tomahawks, and bow and arrows. Like I said really cool stuff for boys. And, what was really important we never had very many disagreements.
On this particular day, I decided to ride an old Schwinn bike that was on their farm. One problem was it had only one handle bar and no brakes. I didn't let that stop me. As soon I got on the way I went.
One slight problem though. I immediately lost control and started down a rather steep embankment off their driveway. There weren't too many options open to me. To my left as I descended was an old Case hay baler and to my right was a pile of busted up concrete and straight on was a barb-wire fence. A quick decision had to be made. After a bounce or two off the concrete, I rolled into the barb-wire fence.
To this day I carry that battle scar on my upper left arm. No, I didn't have stitches and simply lived to see another day. Just part of being a kid I guess!
Sunday, February 1, 2015
HAWKS TRIP TERRAPINS!!
Friday night was a very special night in many ways. First, some time ago, I had asked Jenna, my granddaughter, to do something special around my birthday. Thinking she might choose UI women's basketball. Instead, she chose IU women's gymnastics which I have never attended. We also included her mom, Nicole, and headed to Iowa City for a special evening.
We first went to the Hamburg Inn 2 in downtown Iowa City for a bite to eat before the match. The Hamburg Inn 2 is a very special place to eat in Iowa City that has been around since 1948. The food is excellent and if you have never been there you are in for a very special treat!
From there we headed to Hawkeye Carver Arena and the meet. We were all in for a very special treat. The crowd was bigger than anticipated and all the hoopla before the match started was quite impressive. The opponent was the Maryland Terrapins. Yes, I know that's a long way away, but, they are now in the Big Ten Conference.
In the end the Hawks edged them out by a very close score. All in all, we all enjoyed the event, especially Jenna. And, in case you didn't know a Terrapin is a type of sea turtle common to that area!
We first went to the Hamburg Inn 2 in downtown Iowa City for a bite to eat before the match. The Hamburg Inn 2 is a very special place to eat in Iowa City that has been around since 1948. The food is excellent and if you have never been there you are in for a very special treat!
From there we headed to Hawkeye Carver Arena and the meet. We were all in for a very special treat. The crowd was bigger than anticipated and all the hoopla before the match started was quite impressive. The opponent was the Maryland Terrapins. Yes, I know that's a long way away, but, they are now in the Big Ten Conference.
In the end the Hawks edged them out by a very close score. All in all, we all enjoyed the event, especially Jenna. And, in case you didn't know a Terrapin is a type of sea turtle common to that area!
CAN'T SEE USA AT 35,000 FEET
The other day, a customer at the Burg Grocery was talking about cities visited by flying to these various locations. It reminded me of one of the better decisions, I have made in my lifetime.
It was early 1980 and I had qualified for an incentive trip with the real estate company I was working for in West Des Moines. The reward was an all expense paid trip for two to a luxury condo near Tampa Bay, Florida.
As I never had been to Florida or the deep south up until the time, I gave the transportation method some serious thought. After visiting with my wife at the time,it was decided to cash in the airline tickets and drive to Florida.
There was no problem with the real estate company, Stanbrough Realtors, in cashing in the tickets. I don't recall exactly, but, I do remember traveling through several southern states including Georgia and on the way back over through the Florida panhandle and on to New Orleans. Coming home, we came up through Mississippi and so forth.
I got to see a lot of this country that I never have seen since. The cash from the airline tickets pretty much paid for the trip including lodging. Yes, it is always cool, I guess, to fly somewhere, but, sometimes you just need to do it by automobile. As it once was said-"See the USA in your Chevrolet."
It was early 1980 and I had qualified for an incentive trip with the real estate company I was working for in West Des Moines. The reward was an all expense paid trip for two to a luxury condo near Tampa Bay, Florida.
As I never had been to Florida or the deep south up until the time, I gave the transportation method some serious thought. After visiting with my wife at the time,it was decided to cash in the airline tickets and drive to Florida.
There was no problem with the real estate company, Stanbrough Realtors, in cashing in the tickets. I don't recall exactly, but, I do remember traveling through several southern states including Georgia and on the way back over through the Florida panhandle and on to New Orleans. Coming home, we came up through Mississippi and so forth.
I got to see a lot of this country that I never have seen since. The cash from the airline tickets pretty much paid for the trip including lodging. Yes, it is always cool, I guess, to fly somewhere, but, sometimes you just need to do it by automobile. As it once was said-"See the USA in your Chevrolet."
GILBERT INGRAHAM-WAITED TOO LONG!
Sometimes our lessons in life come with a price and too late. Recently, after exchanging photos and items of interest that involved our parents, I came to a realization very quickly.
My classmate, Donna Ingraham Wernberg, and I have been exchanging old pictures and other memorabilia of our parents who attended school together at Laurel, Iowa. I didn't realize until lately, how good of friends our dads were in school. as they had graduated together.
Gilbert lived on his farm and lived there well into his late 90's. and was always in good health. Living so close to him in Marshalltown for many years, I missed the opportunity to have gone to visit with Gilbert and recorded stories about my dad and family.
If you have such an opportunity now, don't let it pass you by. Some of those great stories will be gone forever!
My classmate, Donna Ingraham Wernberg, and I have been exchanging old pictures and other memorabilia of our parents who attended school together at Laurel, Iowa. I didn't realize until lately, how good of friends our dads were in school. as they had graduated together.
Gilbert lived on his farm and lived there well into his late 90's. and was always in good health. Living so close to him in Marshalltown for many years, I missed the opportunity to have gone to visit with Gilbert and recorded stories about my dad and family.
If you have such an opportunity now, don't let it pass you by. Some of those great stories will be gone forever!
TONY PRESTON-HOW NICE WAS HE?
The other day I was visiting with my friend and classmate Jerry Roberts. It seems like our conversations occasionally drift back to high school days.In one of those visits, it seemed we got talking about our classmate Tony Preston
When Tony was in high school, his parents and family moved from Laurel to Melbourne, Iowa prior to his senior year. During our senior year, Laurel played Melbourne in football at Melbourne. One thing I remember vividly involved Tony and myself. As I was running in the open field with the football and hopefully going for the touchdown. I could see Tony out of the corner of my eye cutting me off at an angle.
Even though Tony was small, I knew I didn't stand a chance of running much further. Tony was like a torpedo zeroing in on a ship in open water. Sure enough! Pow! He came in low and tackled me right around the legs and didn't let go.
The next thing I knew he was taking my hand and helping me up and telling me what a nice run I had. Ya Tony, if it wasn't for you I would have scored a touchdown. In return, I told him that he had made a good tackle! He is still that kind of, guy today. We love you Tony but, couldn't you just have run a little slower!
When Tony was in high school, his parents and family moved from Laurel to Melbourne, Iowa prior to his senior year. During our senior year, Laurel played Melbourne in football at Melbourne. One thing I remember vividly involved Tony and myself. As I was running in the open field with the football and hopefully going for the touchdown. I could see Tony out of the corner of my eye cutting me off at an angle.
Even though Tony was small, I knew I didn't stand a chance of running much further. Tony was like a torpedo zeroing in on a ship in open water. Sure enough! Pow! He came in low and tackled me right around the legs and didn't let go.
The next thing I knew he was taking my hand and helping me up and telling me what a nice run I had. Ya Tony, if it wasn't for you I would have scored a touchdown. In return, I told him that he had made a good tackle! He is still that kind of, guy today. We love you Tony but, couldn't you just have run a little slower!
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