......When the cares of life o'ertake us,
mingling fast our locks with gray.
Should our clearest hopes betray us,
false fortunes fall away.
Still we banish care and sadness,
as we turn our memories back,
And recall with days of gladness
'neath the Red and the Black
Take a little walk down memory lane.
......Were you there????
And how did Paul get to both ends of the picture???
.......Who are these guys???......
Thanks , Deward Shaffer for this photo!
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To get started, here are some memories from classmate,
the benefit of deep hypnosis, stirring up the dust of so many years will
uncover memories not necessarily fit for publication … especially with
guys. For me they are like snapshots, or moving images, and all involve
people with whom I grew up and went to school.
Varble was my best friend since the first grade. I can remember playing
homerun derby with him in the field behind his house on Circle Drive,
standing under a large maple tree, scrutinized by a herd of cows, we
would hit the ball over the fence to his back yard. A number of years
later that tree shaded the front yard of my family’s new house on
Greenacre Court. It is no longer there.
I went to Atwater Elementary with Brad Marshall, Scott McFarland and a bunch of other guys who became good friends, and had a crush on Susie Bennett in the fifth and sixth grades, though I’m sure she never knew it. I’ve known Tom Evans since kindergarten, and he was always the attendance star in Sunday School.
the end of summer before entering seventh grade, I met Hank Walters in
Sunday School. His father was our new Presbyterian minister, and
my father was an elder. It took less than a half hour and we were both
standing in the corner with our noses against the wall. It was like that
of us tried out and played seventh grade football. This is where I met
Mike Fyffe, a really great and unpredictable guy. Every day after school
we had to suit up in one of the grungy locker rooms at the old high
school and hustle our asses, equipment and all, to the dirt playing
fields behind the elementary school on South Court Street for practice.
One day Craig Benzenberg was scared shitless when he just missed getting
hit by a train running to beat it through the intersection at Purina and
not be late for practice. I remember Hodgie Dade was impossible to
tackle, and one of the most ferocious tackles I ever saw was a stick
made on a Washington Court House runner by a little guy in our defensive
backfield named Doug Thompson. During this time, my hormones were
kicking in and I was fast losing interest in football in favor of girls
and music, specifically rock ‘n roll. I quit the team the week of
think it was in the 8th grade when we were playing intramural
basketball at the old Armory. By then we knew that Mike Martindale had
an unusual aptitude for the sport. His scoring was awesome and seemed to
come naturally and with ease. But I remember one game when the team I
was on (I had no talent for the game … of height) was playing a team
that had Stevie Dade as a player. He was naturally talented in a number
of sports and everything he did seemed to be showing off … he was that
good. He was trying to in-bounds the ball and couldn’t make the pass,
so he threw the ball up to the other end of the court. It went through
the rafters of the gym. And then it went through the basket. Everybody
fell over. But the basket didn’t count because the ball had not been
a sophomore in Mr. Poling’s home room, I met John Hang for the first
time. He, Hank, Craig and I formed a circle of friends to last a
lifetime. I miss John today.
best time of year in Ohio is autumn with football and dances, the
Pumpkin Show and the Apple Festival. I ended up playing drums in the
high school band with my Davis Demons buddies Craig, Branson Hawkes,
Dana Bass, Larry Downing and Marcia Brehmer. She and her sister were
truly ahead of their time breaking the gender barrier in the drum
section. They were extremely brave. For a while Karen Lane and Patty
Jeffries were in the band and there was always a riot in the back of the
band bus coming and going from these events. Sometimes it was extremely
cold, or cold and wet, and extremely painful to play any instrument
under those conditions.
had my first official date to a dance after a game with Susan Thompson.
And this was very cool since she was a cheerleader. I think the Fifth
Order played and we rocked. At this time the Beatles, Rolling Stones and
Beach Boys were hitting the charts, and everyone wanted to be in a band.
The first live band I saw was at a party in Connie Lindsay’s garage,
and I think the band included Ray Ferguson and Fred Rickey, though I am
not sure and don’t remember the other guys. All I know was that I
wanted to do the same thing. Craig, Hank, Tom and I started a band that
we called The Princetons, and we started by practicing in my sister’s
bedroom where we had an old upright piano. Hank bought a bass guitar,
built an amp and speaker, and taught himself how to play. Tom, who was a
trumpeter, bought a Sears guitar and amp, and quickly caught on to
playing lead guitar. After playing along on pots and pans and anything
else we could find, Craig got a drum set and we were off and running …
except for my old upright piano that kept us anchored to the bedroom.
Finally, I got a Fender electric piano and our music got serious, but we
could not stop fighting over who would sing and what songs to play, and
we couldn’t stand practicing for any more than about an hour. By my
junior summer, I was asked to join another band and we played a paying
gig on a tennis court (I think?) at the Ashville Fourth of July
Festival, for which I was paid an amazing $50. The band was myself on
piano, Tim Stonerock on lead guitar (he was very good!), Ray Ferguson on
rhythm guitar, Fred Ricky on bass guitar, and Bob McNelley, who always
amazed us with his amazing talents, on drums. Once we played a gig in
Washington Court House and nobody came. We ended up paying for the room
out of pocket. We also won a battle of the bands in Chillicothe. But the
most fun we had was playing dances at the fairgrounds and the
Circleville Teen Canteen. We felt like celebs!
remember being in Around the World
in 80 Days, our Junior Class musical produced by Ron Mead,
our speech and theatre teacher. A huge cast where just about everybody
in the school participated in some way. Jim Archer, a senior, became a
good friend at that time, as did Carl Cupp. Mark Krieger and I were
roommates the first year at Ohio State, and I remember Carl dropping by
one evening for a visit. He was working for a funeral home in Lancaster
and had come to Columbus to pick up a body at University Hospital.
was parked at a meter outside Park Hall on 11th … with the
body in the back of the wagon. We were floored. He was nonchalant.
was a great guy with an even greater sense of humor and love for
many guys out there remember Sigma?
summer between my Junior and Senior years, I had my tonsils out and
managed a little league baseball team with Barry Adams. He and Danny
Dick had become good friends, and we went camping at Cedar Point and
snarfing 3.2 beer. Also that summer, Danny and I were whitewashing farms
out by Deer Creek, working from 6 in the morning until noon, and then
going to the pool. We painted everything: house, barn, fence, pigpen,
chicken coop … you name it. I remember being attacked by wasps and
huge yellow jackets. We worked for $1 an hour, and managed to save
enough to buys tickets and go see the Beatles in Cincinnati at old
Crosley Field. This is when Danny started taking flying lessons, and
started college in the corps of cadets at Virginia Tech. We did this for
two summers and had a gas.
remember an early football game at the new high school. Craig B. and I
were watching from the bandstand and seniors ruled the team. Games were
mostly running plays, but on one Circleville possession, Dan Gibbs
passed into the end zone and Ron Bryant reached up over his shoulder to
haul in the pass and score … something not seen that often then in
Ohio high school football. From then on, we nicknamed him “Stretch.”
wars! Everybody was kidnapping everybody and dumping the hapless victims
out in some godforsaken corner of Pickaway County. I was grabbed twice.
Once was at a basketball game when I was a junior, and I had just come
out of the men’s room. I was dumped on the way to Five Points, and
even in the dark of night, I knew the area well because Danny and I
passed it every day coming and going from our painting job. I begged a
ride from a farmer at a nearby farmhouse, and actually got back to the
game before my kidnappers. Another time happened when I was a senior.
Some juniors grabbed me as I was getting into my car to go to baseball
practice. Having seen this, some of my classmates, namely Branson Hawkes,
Dana Bass and a couple other guys, followed Dick Thornton, my next-door
neighbor, and another group of guys, all over Pickaway County trying to
find a place to dump me. They couldn’t shake off Branson so they
eventually let me off at home. Talk about loyalty.
Finally, I’ll never forget graduation rehearsals. Remember the bare feet incident? Lunch break at Logan Elm Bar? Those were truly good times, and also the last time I saw many of my classmates. I’m looking forward to seeing them once again!"
Terry and his wife Donna live in Carmel, CA.
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They say that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and young enough not to care.....
How many of these do you remember?
|Candy cigarettes and Penny candy.|
Wax coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside.
Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles.
.....The Goody Nook......
|Home milk delivery in glass bottles, with cardboard stoppers.|
|... and hand dipped ice cream cones after school ...and the smell of fresh cream as soon as you walked in the door!|
Meeting friends uptown at Bingman's after school for a 10 cent Coke and a 15 cent bag of
Deans Potato Chips!
|(......before the bombing, that is! )|
|45-RPM Records in the juke box at the pool.|
|Hanging out at the pool all summer!!|
.............and Studebakers......Nash Ramblers........and Mustang Convertibles
The Star-Light on a Saturday night, popcorn, and James Bond!
|Coffee shops with tableside juke boxes.|
....a burger, fries and a shake delivered to your car from Noel's King Boy!
|Cheering sections ........
...........and Pep Rallies
The Games! ........... The Bonfires! The Snake Dances through town!
Sock hops in the gym after the games! Dancing to the sounds of our own local bands! The Watusi? The Mashed Potato? The Monkey? The Locomotion? ..."The Jerk"? (What were we thinking?)
The School Spirit!
Letter sweaters .................. and class rings wrapped with angora!
|Being labeled ...|
"The Class with the BAD Attitude!"
(Oh, yeah! We were ssooo "BAD"!)
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