As I look at the comments, apparently i am not going into enough detail. As i said earlier there are so many things and experiences that have been a part of my life that i thought were too numerous to mention. George mentioned several things that i had not even thought of. During the 60's there was an effort by the Textile Workers Union to organize our plant. The man who represented the Union last name was Stoner. Since we had a bulldog that was not named, I decided to name him Stoner since there was a similarity to this man. I was a member of Management and we fought hard to keep the Union out.
Secondly, I was the Kiwanian who represented the High School Key Club. I recall going on several Key Club trips and rooming with Mr Skipper, the faculty Sponsor. Yes George, i recall the smoking event. It was in St Louis that we stayed at the same Hotel with Rickey Nelson and his band. Thirdly, the wasp in my pants at the golf course hampered my swinging the golf club. Everytime i started to swing, the stinger would go a little deeper. I don't remember if i came out of the pants or not. I always remember my mom telling me not to go away from the house without clean underware on. A wasp can make you mess them up in a hurry.
One of the men who worked for me at the plant did sign painting as an extra job. I had him paint a new sigh for the church with our schedule of services. At the bottom, i had him paint these words, AIR CONDITIONED In those early days not all buildings were air conditioned and i thought this would let people know that we were. Anyway, i took a lot of flack from some of our members who thought this was not a proper thing to do.
Larry reminded me of the book report. I think it might have been Horton Hatches The Egg. Anyway i thought i had done a good job helping him and did not deserve the D that he received. You know, some teachers just don't know a masterpiece when they see one.
There was one bad thing about our move from Farris St. to NLR. We left the concrete blocks behind. Larry and George loved to move those blocks around the yard. There was just something about those blocks that they could not leave them alone.
I recall another instance on Farris when we could not find Larry. I had looked all over the neighborhood and in the woods behind the house and he was no where to be found. We were at the panic stage when i walked down the driveway and happened to look in the back seat of the car and he was in there asleep.
During Steve's elementary years at Sylvan Hills as well as Cindy's, we spent a lot of time working with the school. I recall Steve's Fourth Grade Class did not have a room Mother so i volunteered to do it. I suppose this was the one and only time a man served in that capacity. I did get to go on the field trips.
Cindy was the Queen in the first three grades at Sylvan Hills. We raised enough money to help make that happen and we was not going to let the Kellers get ahead of us. It was our Kiwanis Club that actually finished the play ground at the elementary school after the contractors went off and just left piles of rock.
I think it would be good if each of you would share some of your experiences during your childhood. Your Mom and I did not know everything that went on and maybe that was a good thing.