This is one of the earliest posts on the blog. So many comments had accumulated that it became cumbersome to find the latest comments. Therefore, on March 14, 2008, I decided to “archive” the earlier comments in this location. You can still read the post and comments. However, to read the most recent comments and add your own, please open the “A Place for Miscellaneous Thoughts, or Simply Idle Chatter” in the main body of the blog. Posted by Karla Lofgren Davis, July 12, 2007
It occurs to me that you might have something to say that is not related to any of the threads you find in this blog. So here is a place for miscellaneous topics, or simply idle chatter among the readers of this blog. You will find a lot of interested folk out there who are just waiting to hear what you have to say - any subject that is fit for such a family-oriented weblog as this. (There are censors at work here, you know!) Let's hear your miscellaneous thoughts… what is on that idle mind of yours?
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Posted by: Karla Davis | July 12, 2007 at 12:43 PM Do you remember Jimmy Post? He was in the class of 1958 with my brother, Randy Lofgren. He was a very talented singer and frequently performed at Milby events. We later heard that Jimmy hit the big time and had a #1 hit on the pop charts as the male portion of the duo called "Friend and Lover". We recently had contact with Jim - quite fascinating. Here is his website. http://www.jimpost.com/
Posted by: Karla Lofgen Davis | July 13, 2007 at 09:53 AM Here's a bit of trivia relevant to the Class of 1960... Both the hula hoop and the frisbee were first marketed in 1957. So you see...we were on the cutting edge of technology... the first generation to use these two universally popular items!!! more at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hula_hoop#History
Posted by: Bob Neal | July 13, 2007 at 12:16 PM Karla-I've noticed references on where classmates have lived. There are many that may still be out of state and could now be living down the block in towns such as Oak Ridge Tn. Could a post identifying location, etc. be of concern for others?
Posted by: Ed Davis | July 13, 2007 at 12:50 PM Great idea, Bob. I will get Karla right to work on this. In response to your earlier comment, it was good to hear about our connection to the Clear Creek ISD. I actually do not work for CCISD, but am a graduate of Clear Creek High School and played basketball while there. The blog I started was because of my strong positive feelings for that program and for the great coach (George Carlisle) I had while there. If you are interested in seeing that site the address is: http://carlislescreek.typepad.com/ Clear Lake High School was opened at a later time and now there are even more high schools in the district. The present Clear Creek High School was opened while I was a student there and my class of 1959 was the first group of graduates to attend all the grades in the new school (then it was 10-12). Karla and I are both educators here in Waco. I presently work for the Midway ISD as a high school math teacher. I have "semi-retired" after 45 years as a professional educator, 28 years of which I was an administrator. Karla works in the LaVega ISD as a Primary School Instructional Facilitator, a quasi-administrative position.
Posted by: Beverly Allison | July 14, 2007 at 08:39 AM hummmm! Frankinson, not Frankensen. Its Greek. An adopted name, no I am not Greek, or maybe I could be. Just looks strange to me as Frankensen. Closer to the Frankenstein name. Of course the jokes about that one. But now being "mature", I kinda like the name. It doesnt get confused with Smith, or something
Posted by: Karla Lofgren Davis | July 14, 2007 at 09:31 AM Thanks so much for the correction, Beverly. Did you remember that your name is misspelled in our senior yearbook? I have mine laid out on the table here - beside the computer - so I can check things out as the blog progresses. Ed and I debated about which spelling to use - the one in the Milby 1960 website or the one in the yearbook. We guessed wrong! Anyway, I have fixed it now, and appreciate your mentioning it. By the way - everyone - mistakes are VERY easy for me to correct, changes are VERY easy to make. So if you see things that are not right let me know and I'll fix them. Sometimes I even "fix" things without being asked, such as when a certain big guy enters his post 2-3 times and I have to go in real quick and delete a couple of them. :-)
Posted by: John Echoff | July 16, 2007 at 12:42 AM OK, Karla, you want a trip down memory lane? Close your eyes and remember the smell of new books in your mom & dad's store when it was still by the old Park Place Pharmacy. I still cherish the memory of the store and of course your wonderful parents, they were always so nice.
Posted by: Karla | July 16, 2007 at 10:52 AM Thanks for the memory, John! I am impressed that you remember the original location of the bookstore! When Dad was 70ish, he moved the bookstore out of Gulfgate and into another location on Park Place Blvd, where he continued to operate on a limited basis for another ten years. He loved talking to customers(teaching, discipling, witnessing, counseling) and was unwilling to give up that aspect of the store. Mama and Daddy both loved it when our former schoolmates stopped by the store and mentioned knowing us. They always wrote to us, wherever we were living, and told us who had been by the store to say, "tell Karla and/or Randy hello for me". When we were home on visits, daddy would fish some papers out of his pocket or off his desk and tell us who had been in and give us their news. They would think this blog was cool. I have often thought (in the past week)"I'll have to tell Mama/Daddy about that". Karla
Posted by: Bob Neal | July 17, 2007 at 11:17 PM Whatever happened to sidewalks? All I see anymore are yellow busses. Some long with big noses, some nose less, some are short and others are shorter. When they pull up beside you all you see are the tops of little people heads and looking down at you. The only buses I recall were those heading up Broadway to Harrisburg or the shuttle which would pass through Mason Park and cross Harrisburg. If you lived within 2-3 miles of Milby I guess you were expected to trip your way along on broken patches of concrete, cross parking lots and through the neighbors yard. If you lived further out and were fortunate to grab the car, everyone would stuff their way in. This was always fun. Of course there was occasional hitchhiking and fortunately for me, the tracks were across the street. Hopping the train was an easy task but by the time it went by Mason Park, the momentum had increased and it was time to make the jump or wind up in Podunk. Wasn’t this just another part of our developmental processing? Are the yellow bussers missing out or are they studiously cracking the books in route to their first period English test?
Posted by: Mike Roberts | July 17, 2007 at 11:48 PM Hi Bob, you are right ! We never had a bus to ride in Pecan Park. I walked to and from Southmayd for 6 years, walked to and from Deady for three years and to and from Milby for three years. I never figured out how far it was but it was from Redwood @ Keller where we lived. You know, I can not remember walking in the rain but I know I must have as we did not have a car until about ' 53. Maybe it didn't rain back then, heeeheeeheee. I do remember the old collie that used to run me every once in a while as I passed her house on Keller, I tried to make a point to cross the street before I got to her territory.
Posted by: John Echoff | July 18, 2007 at 03:58 AM School busses? Naw, I think the only kids riding a "Yellow" to Milby were those living close to Pasadena and didn't have City busses to transport them, or were too young to drive. But then didn't everybody at Milby drive, licenses not withstanding. When you mentioned carpooling, it brought back lots of memories of piling 6 or 7 kids in my '49 Mercury and trying to make it to school. No radio or heater, just transportation, some time the windshield wipers worked, but mostly not. It's a wonder we all didn't die from exhaust gases during cold weather, but somehow we made it thru. And those were the good old days!
Posted by: Karla | July 18, 2007 at 08:36 AM This is fascinating chatter, not at all idle. I thought I was unique in my school transportation struggle. We lived in the last house on Broadway - where it dead-ended at the bayou. (a side note -In 1962 the 4 lane bridge was put over the bayou to extend Broadway to Hobby airport and my old house was cut in half and moved "somewhere". That fancy bridge replaced the old warped, sagging board that we used to throw over the bayou to cross into the woods that were later transformed into Glenbrook Valley. I can't believe we used to strike out on our own to explore those snake infested woods...but I REALLY digress...) ANYWAY...I think my house was about a mile from the point where Broadway and Park Place Blvd. crossed - under the NEW Gulf Freeway Overpass in Park Place. I could catch the city bus at that point, if I walked that first mile - and sometimes I did. Otherwise, it was about 2 miles more to Milby. I was always SO GRATEFUL when Tommy Turner or Paul Irwin had mercy on me and gave me a ride from closer to my house. I probably hitched rides with others, but that memory escapes me at the moment. In bad weather my dad would sometimes take me to school, but since he had "walked 10 miles to school in ice and snow" (he grew up in Illinois) it had to be REALLY bad weather for that to happen! As inconvenient and miserable as that situation was, more than anything it was humiliating. I guess in my mind every other Milbyite had a ride to school and I was all alone on that lonely road, trying to get to school. Sad, huh??? Peggy, Doris - how did you get to school? And John...I hate to admit this to a "cop", but I did drive twice without a license, and I didn't get a license until I was 27 years old! Karla
Posted by: Mike Roberts | July 18, 2007 at 09:23 AM Years young Karla, years young ! !
Posted by: Karla | July 18, 2007 at 09:54 AM Right, Mike. From this perspective, 27 does seem VERY young! Hey, when are you going to identify the folks in the 1954 Southmayd class photo for me?
Posted by: Bob Neal | July 18, 2007 at 09:15 PM For quite some time I have convinced myself that dementia was a way of life and the guys in white would soon be knocking on the door. I may be premature Karla, but the blogs I have read are bringing back memories long forgotten: I lived at 3116 Broadway and use to go to play down at the bayou often. As for the Southmayd photo in 1954, if it was Mrs Blankenship’s class I’d either like to see it or will dig deep into archives long forgotten to place names with faces. Also, Paul Irwin was a name I had forgotten since 1950. Paul and his family played a significant part with mine in 1949. How can I reach him? Karla, what have you started?
Posted by: Ray Prichard | July 20, 2007 at 04:40 PM I have a question about our Deady Jr. High days. In a way, even today I sometimes feel like an interloper. I did not come into the local teen scene until 1955 when I transferred to Deady in the 8th grade. I was put into home room with the teacher who taught art. I do not remember her name because I was only in her class that one year. She was pregnant and during the summer of 56 she had her baby and did not return to Deady. Our home room was taken over by Mrs Acker. I have asked Sheila Steel and Linda McKnight if they remember her name, to no avail. Linda said she thought I have the teachers situations reversed and that Mrs Acker left due to pregnancy. Who can give me the correct name of that art teacher. I am almost certain that Mrs Acker took over the home room. Mainly because her husband was a Biology teacher at Milby and I was in his class in 10th grade. I made an A in that class, probably because I sucked up to him, telling him how much I enjoyed being in his wife's home room at Deady. To carry the story farther, I know that Mr Acker died in the 60s or early 70s, from cancer. Somehow, I just assumed that Mrs Acker, who I really did like, had died about that same time. Just last year, I was reading the obituaries in the Chronicle and there was Mrs Ackers obit. The last years of her life, she lived just 20 miles from me, in Dayton, Texas. Had I known she was so close, I would have gone to visit her. Karla and others have commented how, over the last 47 years, our collective and individual paths may have crossed so near yet so far, like the proverbial two ships in the night. My analogy is that we might have been like the two lovers from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's epic poem that we read in 11th grade English Literature Class, "Evangeline" and Basil. The chances of "just missing" one another was very real. Please keep posting your stories of where you have been and what you have done with the wonderful life opportunities that God gave each of us.
Posted by: Judy Stephens Maus (Class of '61) | July 23, 2007 at 03:08 PM I grew up Pecan Park on Ilex one block from Southmayd. I remember the Shell station on Evergreen that attendants pumped the gas for you and always cleaned the windshield. Sidney Jones ('61) also lived in Pecan Park. Sid just died this month. Thought most people would like to know.
Posted by: Mike Roberts | July 23, 2007 at 11:15 PM Thanks Judy, I knew Sidney from the old neighborhood and I watched his dad on tv every Friday night at my grandpas house, that is until my dad was able to afford a tv in '55. My grandpa loved to see Danny McShane and Bull Curry go toe to toe. There were a lot of Jones boys in that neighborhood. Sidney was just one of the "GOOD GUYS".
Posted by: Kay Burg Moseley | July 28, 2007 at 12:25 PM Danny McShane lived next door to me in Glenbrook Valley. I babysat his daughter, whose name was also Dannee. (Don't remember how it was spelled.) Paul Bausch lived across the street.
Posted by: Mike Roberts | July 28, 2007 at 08:23 PM Small world wasn't it Kay. Oh how its grown ! Hard to believe I used to run apple crate cars down the overpass on the freeway at Griggs Rd.
Posted by: Glen Langston | August 01, 2007 at 05:28 PM about the busses. I lived in Meadowbrook and caught the city bus to Deady (25 cents). Then my brother, Kenneth, had to give me a ride to Milby. Boy, how he hated that. Finally, I began hitching rides with guys in the neighborhood like Butch Vetters and ?? Lang.
Posted by: Frank Heide | August 19, 2007 at 02:30 PM Sorry to hear about Sidney Jones. Sid was a good guy (and a helluva good football player) who had the best of everything. His Mom & Dad had a 196? Fury which Sid took out at times. Anyone remember his Grey olds, customized & all? We used to sneak into Sid's house after school & have a few..Back then, 1-2 beers would last weeks!!
Posted by: Linda Little Strickland | August 27, 2007 at 10:41 AM Memories are like flashbacks.....I remember standing on the school yard of Harris with Bessie Davis and John Echoff and we swore we saw "The Hand" crawling along the ledge of the second story building. Movies made an impression back then. It was also a time when the windows were raised we nearly choked on the smog coming from the ship channel, and there was a hole in our desk to hold ink for filling our pens. Disaster occured for the girls wearing pigtails, those John R. Harris school boys were something else. I remember one of them came out of the coat room wearing Mrs. Ashcroft's girdle she had hid in that coat room. Laughter filled the room, he did not get caught and we did not tell. To this day a smile appears on my face when I even think of that time in our childhood memories.
Posted by: John Echoff | August 29, 2007 at 10:40 PM Hey Linda, do you also remember standing outside during one particularly cold winter (I think it also snowed the same year) watching the icicles hanging from the roof of the 2nd floor slowly melting? They were about 2-3 foot long and looked like something out of a movie. Of course the building was not open to students until the bell rang, so we shivered outside.
Posted by: Jody Bugg | September 17, 2007 at 12:10 AM John Echoff ... you must have kept every single souvenir we ever had access to. What an enjoyable trip down a photo memory lane. I was truly happy to see the photo of Mr. Tulley. He was one of my favorite teachers at Deady, too, along with Mrs. Lake. He did teach math. I remember that he was engaged to another teacher on staff, and then showed up one week having married someone else ... at least I think I remember that. Thank you, John, for sharing.
Posted by: John Echoff | September 18, 2007 at 01:34 AM Jody, I'm trying to remember the teacher that Tulley was involved with, I think she was either a journalism or science teacher. Were they really engaged? Or was that a kid fantasy? I do rememeber that the announcement of his getting married was a heartbreaker for all the girls!
Posted by: Jody Bugg | September 20, 2007 at 11:30 PM The teacher Mr. Tulley was engaged to wasn't a journalism teacher. Mrs. Lake sponsored the newspaper, but we didn't have journalism classes. I really don't remember what she taught, nor do I remember her name. I always thought they had gotten engaged. It could have all been made up, I guess. I just remember he married someone else. I wish your memory book had listed the faculty names and their subjects. It surely would have been a convenient help. Jody
Posted by: Linda Strickland Little | September 26, 2007 at 04:01 PM I liked Mr.Tully and as I recall the first day in his class he wanted our name and homeroom teacher. I gave my name and spelled out loud Miss------ and everyone laughed because we knew he was single. Can't remember her name at this time will look on my old report cards. Mr. Tully did date her and later married someone else, I was disappointed.
Posted by: Laura Striegler Wilson | October 04, 2007 at 04:53 PM I was just talking to my husband, Loyd, the other day about the long walks I took from Milby home to Meadowbrook, past the WagonWheel, and through the park there at Park Place, across a bridge that is no longer there. Was the Park Glenbrook? I would have never allowed my kids to do that sort of thing, but we did it every day, and it was wonderful. Probably why I was a lot thinner then too. I walked until my Sr. year, when in a fit of temper,after having yet another round of hard to start episodes, Loyd backed his Baby Blue 50 Model Ford into my driveway and said (with some expletives), you can have it. Pat Roberson and I rode to school every day in it from that point on, and it never gave me the problems it had given him. (Consequently, every car since obviously belongs to me since most were traded in on newer models thereafter.) I really didn't think I would have anything to write, and now I've written a book. :)
Posted by: Mike Roberts | October 05, 2007 at 12:29 AM Hi Laura, whew, that was a mite-bit of a walk. What wagon wheel are you speaking of? I remember the Chuck Wagon on Broadway right next to the Tasty Freeze (those were the best burgers and shakes in town, and cheap too) and then (what was the name of that little park) just east of St. Christopher's, wasn't it? Good gosh! You had to walk over that old bridge over the bayou, too! My what memories come to mind. Gee, this is a kick ! How will we ever repay Karla for her efforts ? Thanks again.
Posted by: Laura McNeil Burns | October 05, 2007 at 08:05 PM The park was Charlton Park.
Posted by: Welcome Laura Striegler! Still Dancing? | October 05, 2007 at 11:09 PM Welcome Laura Striegler!!! I enjoyed watching you and your partner dancing at the 45th - still at it? That WAS a long walk home!!! I remember Charlton Park because it was in close proximity to Park Place Elementary - my alma mater. Just this week my brother Randy was telling us at dinner about his very short-lived ownership of a Cushman type scooter. Tommy Barnes was seated on the back and they were "scootering" through Charlton Park when they suddenly went flying down a ravine, sparks shooting out the back from the motor. Randy remembers them more like flames and described Tommy's urgent pleas for Randy to stop. They both bailed and the scooter went on its merry way, sparks still a'flying! Randy parted company with that firetrap soon thereafter (which I am sure thrilled my parents...and maybe Tommy's too). Karla
Posted by: Laura McNeil Burns | October 06, 2007 at 08:55 AM Charlton Park didn't leave the neighborhood when we did. It is still there -- see: http://www.houstontx.gov/parks/TennisCourts.html But the neighborhood continues to change, of course. Today's Houston Chronicle said that the Park Place Lutheran Church will hold its final service at 3 p.m. Sunday (Oct. 7).
Posted by: Ann Herman Joins Us | October 06, 2007 at 09:07 AM How interesting, Laura. I got a great e-mail from Ann Herman Beatty just this week. Her father was the pastor of that Lutheran Church when we were youngsters, and she was telling me about the church's imminent demise and how her father (now 92) is still performing ministerial duties. She included great info for a biography page that I will publish just as soon as I can get it ready. (I have my 14 month old grandson visiting from Dallas this weekend - and believe it or not, that takes precedence over blog activities!!!) And speaking of bios, Laura - let's hear more about your life!!! I'll start a bio page for you of what I know from your comments. But I KNOW you can supply much, much more that would be of interest to us all. One and all - you'd be amazed at how frequently the biographies are being read. I can see on my management site how often someone opens each page - and it is FREQUENT. The bio pages now allow for comments, so be sure to leave yours before exiting and seeking out another classmate. Karla
Posted by: We're Being Googled! | October 11, 2007 at 10:39 PM We’re Being Googled! On the management site for our blog, I can see a record of when each page is opened. I cannot see the e-mail address of the person who is opening the page (drat!!!), but I can tell if our blog is being opened directly, or if it is being accessed via the link from the www.milbyclassof1960.org website or some other website. What has really been interesting lately is to see how often we are linked from a google search, a yahoo search, etc. When these search engines appear on our management page, I can track back to see the word or phrase that was the subject of the search. For example, in early comments in our blog Laura mentioned Pat Molitierri of Bandstand fame, and there were several mentions of the 50’s feline femme fatale called Kitirik. Both of these have been googled by someone and they were then led to a quote in our blog. Sometimes a person has googled the name of one of our classmates and been led to information about that person or a quote from that person that appears on our blog. Once it led them to a biography page on our blog, complete with a picture of that classmate. Of course, when I track backwards in this way I can then see other internet links to that person. That supplies me with some great diversionary activity for a while. Just thought you might find it interesting that we are out there in cyberspace, a resource on the world wide web! Also interesting, perhaps . . . today we broke the 14,000 page view mark. That means that our site has been accessed and/or a page opened 14,000+ times. Amazing, isn’t it!?!?!?!?! Of course, while I am thrilled with the 265 comments that have been made, I would love to see that number increase. Why don’t you stop and add your thoughts this visit??? Do it right now!!! Karla
Posted by: Ghostly Googling Example | October 13, 2007 at 05:53 AM Here's a good example of the previously mentioned googling. Last night I traced an entry back to a search for "ghosts-high schools". My track-back led me to a website that reports paranormal activity. I wondered what in the world we had on the blog that was related to ghosts at Milby. Answer: in one of Jon Dansby's comments (on the Garner post) he mentions telling ghostly tales to his present day teaching buddies at Deady. This is the way the paranormal report is told in the website I discovered at the end of my trail: "There are many reports regarding paranormal activity throughout Milby High School. For starters, when one is walking down the hall located on the second floor, they may encounter the ghost of a janitor that once worked at the high school. Numerous students have reported hearing the sound of footsteps down the hall when no one is around them. They have also heard the sound of slamming doors by unexplainable means. When visiting the library, there have been reports involving the ghostly image of a school librarian." Cool, huh? Especially since Halloween is right around the corner! Karla
Posted by: Billie Young | October 16, 2007 at 04:24 PM re. James Elvis Tulley--aahhh, I remember him well. I was one of those girls who had a crush on him. What I remember of him getting married was he came back to school after spending the weekend in Dallas, announced his marriage & I cried. Charlotte Sills-Faulkner got him a card & signed both of our names. I was not a happy camper & didn't want my name on there! My grades in his math class that semester were A, A, D. Guess when he got married. :)
Posted by: Billie Young | October 16, 2007 at 04:55 PM Met Charles & Dolly Crider @ the Bluebonnet Cafe in Marble Falls this morning to give him his 3 yearbooks back, & return John Echoff's 9th Grade Book. Thanks again, guys. (John, you'll also find a surprise with yours. Charles already got his.) For you Buffs who may not be aware of hidden talent in our class, Charles Crider makes awesome one-of-a-kind pens!! I finished my Christmas shopping "in the booth, in the back, in the corner in the light" today. He makes them out of deer horns, all different kinds of gorgeous wood, rifle bullets, pearlized & more. He made one for each of my hunter guys with deer horns & rifle bullets, with a rifle on the upper part. One was made from an ancient oak tree at his grandfather's farm. Being one of those wild Red Hatters, he made me one that's a gorgeous pearlized purple. Charles had waitresses in awe of his wares. I told him he should sell them on Ebay. We always knew Charles was a great "cut-up." Now he REALLY IS!! Karla, I suggested he send you some pictures of them. THINK CHRISTMAS! Love y'all bunches! BJ - Enjoying the Journey
Posted by: Ann Herman Beatty | October 27, 2007 at 12:33 PM Musings. Interesting reading the blog and the comments. Yes, Park Place Lutheran Church is disbanding. My Dad got there in June of 1942 and left in 1961 (after Thanksgiving). He spent approximately half of his active ministry there. I have found that most ministers never totally retire. [see Ann’s biography for news of what he is doing now at age 92.] Most of those who were there when we left have died off or moved. Very sad. I still consider that my home church. After we left, there never was another building program and the statistics continued to drop. We had the largest Lutheran (ALC) Sunday School in the state at that time. I remember Charlton Park well. After first grade my mom would let me take my younger sister, sometimes carrying our skates (remember the old keys and the skates fit for many years?) and we would swing, teeter totter, walk around, collect pine cones. I think at that time when we were really poor (like most of us were) my mother dipped them in house paint and they were used as Christmas tree ornaments. We skated under the pavilion. It was cooler. No Air Conditioning then. I can't believe how many walked home to Meadowbrook from Milby. I remember tooling around with a group of girls through the golf course and having Chinese fire drills. Then we would go to a convenience store and get Sprite. I think it just came out that year and was a 10 oz. bottle vs. the 6 1/2 oz. Coke. We thought going down the "Hill" on River Drive (between Charlton Park and the homes west of it) was just "it" on our bicycles. Probably the only dip or hill other than the freeway overpass. [Note that Ann had a broken arm in two different PP Elementary pictures, plus a large bandage on her chin in one. Hmmmm.] Speaking of the Freeway overpass, I worked as a checker at the Weingarten's on Park Place Blvd with entrance to Lang's Pharmacy. As the new kid on the block I usually worked till closing (supposedly at 8:00 pm, but I usually left about quarter after). Sometimes on Monday nights we would race out to Playland Park for dime night and ride the coasters. Had to get tickets prior to 9 pm. I walked to and from work under the freeway. Didn't know to be scared. No way I would walk under there now without six guys, very tall and muscular and looking as if they had just left Marine Boot Camp. How innocent those days were. I don't remember getting paid for the usual hour and 1/2 overtime. Also remember checking over $2200 of groceries my last day -a Saturday just before a hurricane was blowing in. I remember watching Dan Rather standing on the Seawall up to his knees in water and I couldn't figure out how he did not get electrocuted. He was a local yokel then. Enough, Ann Herman (one n) Beatty
Posted by: Laura McNeil Burns | November 20, 2007 at 08:55 PM Ann, It's so good to hear from you. I went to kindergarten with you at your dad's church. In fact, Rev. Herman performed our wedding there 10/28/61. Gosh, Lanny & I must have been one of his last weddings at Park Place. He is a wonderful man & a Dad you can be proud of. Please give him a hug for me. Do you remember giving me that nickname that's stuck all of these years? "Chile Bean." What dear memories of a dear friend! Posted by: Billie Trombatore Young | November 09, 2007 at 07:24 PM There have been a number of comments here about Mr. Tulley. The teacher at Deady that J.E. Tulley walked around with quite a bit was Miss Durenberger. She taught science, was dark haired, wore glasses and was rather petite. I thought she was an excellent teacher but really got tired of memorizing the characteristics of every category of animals. Her father taught geometry at Milby. Had him for at least 1 semester. I thought he was an odd little (short) man. Strange as it sounds. Mr. Tulley was in Midland for a while as a representative for something. I just saw the ad in the newspaper. He had obviously aged (do you think - after at least 30 years?) and I thought about going down to the office to see him on a lark. Never did. By that time I had tossed the paper and had no idea of the company or address. I was also one of the throngs of Jr. High girls that thought he was the best thing walking. On another topic...what has happened to the other elementary or Junior Highs that fed into Milby? Certainly there were at least 10 elementary schools and 2 or 3 Junior Highs. Okay, other schools, where are you? Ann [Karla here - can anyone tell us the names of all of the schools that fed into Milby - elementary and JH?] Posted by: Ann Herman Beatty | November 19, 2007 at 08:00 PM I know some people went to Hartman Junior High.
Posted by: Herbert Johns | November 25, 2007 at 02:34 AM I have been reading about walking home from Milby and how far it was. Well, I lived in Denver Harbor and the shortest walk home was down the railroad track - you had to listen very well for the trains coming and get out of the way. We normally rode the city bus home unless you spent your bus fair or gambled it away or something. It took 2 hours walking so you didn't forget your bus money very often. Some of the guys would try to jump on the trains as they went by (not me - too chicken, or sensible). One of the jumpers missed and the train cut off a leg. I was able to buy a 4 dr. 1941 Buick by the 11th grade. It looked like a hearse, but it had 4 wheels and they all rolled in the same direction which was good enough.
Posted by: Mike Roberts / November 25, 2007 at 07:32 AM Wow, Herbert you did have a hike. I had to pull Denver Harbor up on the map just to see exactly where it was. I guess I always thought it was south of Navigation. I'll be willing to bet that you would like to have that old beater back. It was probably black. How did you injure your ribs? It's no fun recovering from any injury, especially one that involves immobility and breathing restrictions.
Posted by: brenda joyce collins burnett | December 16, 2007 at 08:14 PM | would like to know how many (and who)were lost in vietnam and, so far, the gulf? not meaning to be morbid, but i always was so removed from the day to day happenings in houston - bb
Posted by: Herbert Johns | December 16, 2007 at 11:13 PM Mike I was actually teaching a young (40ish) woman how to jitterbug to 50's music and stumbled backwards falling on the edge of a picnic table bench. Just a stupid mistake. I guess I'll have to slow down the jitterbugging a tad (it appears that I can't keep up anymore). I probaly won't because that would be too sensible.
Posted by: Mike Roberts | December 17, 2007 at 12:24 AM Ouch, Herbert ! ! ! You have my sympathy on that score. That's a two-fer ! Bruised ribs and tarnished ego at the same time. Sounds like something I have done and still can do, readily. Slowing down, also has come to my mind.
Posted by: Linda Little Strickland | December 17, 2007 at 09:18 AM Mike, don't let Herbert Johns fool you, he has always been a card. Never knew what he was up to with that grin of his. I have been wondering all these weeks how he broke his ribs and now the Paul Harvey version really comes out. Linda
Posted by: Mike Roberts | December 17, 2007 at 02:33 PM Thanks for the heads up Linda. So I take it , Herbert might not tell it exactly as it were but he might make it more interesting with a little twist, heh ! Oh, but were he the only one with a penchant for telling a good story on themselves. Perhaps there are others out there who could share a mishap with a little twist ? ? ?
Posted by: Herbert Johns | December 18, 2007 at 12:43 AM Honestly Mike and Linda that was exactly what happened of course you have to realize that it was about 12:30 AM and we were dancing on a tennis court with tennis shoes on. Even still it was a good party and fun, I just woke up a LITTLE sore in a lot of unusual places. After everyone found out that I wasn't hurt real bad - IT WAS FUNNY. Whatever it takes to get people to laugh, makes it all worthwhile. I mended. I didn't mention that I didn't have a shirt on at that time so at least I didn't ruin a shirt. New Years is coming up so everyone be safe and use a designated driver or be close enough to walk as I will be. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to ALL.
Posted by: Linda Little Strickland | December 18, 2007 at 07:44 AM Herbert, I really thought you were one of those old men that had ''fallen and could not get up'', didn't want to embarrass you by asking how you broke your ribs but the info above was more than I needed to know. Mike, see what I mean.
Posted by: Mike Roberts | December 18, 2007 at 10:00 AM I never pictured Herbert as an old man, rather a " knight in shining armor ", come to swoon a young maid with his dancing prowess and teach her to enjoy "the dance" as it should be. One mistep gave rise to instant excitement and lasting tales of bent armor and bruised egos. Now looking back it does have a conotation of humor as well ! !
Posted by: Karla Lofgren Davis | December 18, 2007 at 10:23 AM Just have to say that I am enjoying the heck out of this exchange between Mike, Linda and Herbert as they examine the events that precipitated Herbert's cracked ribs. Here I sit in my little office in a primary school in Waco (surrounded by 450 4 and 5 year olds), catching occasional snippets of conversation that conjure up images of a dashing knight (aka doddering "old" man) tripping the light fantastic with a charming "young" maiden. It's interesting to read the various spins that are put on the tale, and TRIPPING and SPINNING may be the operative words here!!! Thanks for bringing some humor into my days!!! I can't wait to see you all at the 50th reunion. I think I do remember Herbert doing some twirls around the dance floor with Sharon Abdo at the 45th. Right, Herbert???
Posted by: Herbert Johns | December 24, 2007 at 01:10 PM I remember several memorable dances with Sharon at the 45th. She is a very good dancer and was able to keep me straight and on my feet.
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