Alumni Sandstorm ~ 09/09/16 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 Bombers sent stuff: Curt DONAHUE ('53), Mike CLOWES ('54) Floyd MELTON ('57), Bob CROSS ('62) David DOUGLAS ('62), Earl BENNETT ('63) Mike QUANE ('63), David RIVERS ('65) Vernita EDWARDS ('65), Dwight CAREY ('68) ************************************************************* ************************************************************* BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Erlynn BELLISTON ('59) BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Mary Ann VOSSE ('63) BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Linda NORWOOD ('66) BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Bill BAZEMORE ('69) BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Debra DUHON ('71) BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Ed CHAPPELL ('71) BOMBER ANNIVERSARY Today: Frank HAGGARD ('55) & Evelyn BUBNAR (both '55) BOMBER ANNIVERSARY Today: John MYERS ('56) & Roberta KIRK ('57) WEEKLY BOMBER LUNCH: Mostly '52ers, Noon, Sterling's GWWay (Fridays) BOMBER CALENDAR: Richland Bombers Calendar Click the event you want to know more about. ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From: Curt DONAHUE ('53) Re: Newspapers & such I have to weigh in on the newspaper discussion. I sold the Spokesman Review at the entrance to the big cafeteria which was across the side street from the Federal Building for the first few months after we moved into Richland in late 1944. http://richlandbombers.com/gallery/0000s/DormCafeteria.html I then got the route for the Spokesman Review that covered the then south end of town... from Lee to Abbott and GWWay to what was then called Duane. It has been changed to Goethals. The Thanksgiving Day paper was always the largest because of all the advertising and it was delivered to all customers, both daily and Sunday-only. I had so many customers that I had to make two trips from home to cover the route on Thanksgiving. Looking forward again to Club 40 this weekend! -Curt DONAHUE ('53) ~ Pasco ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From: Bob Carlson, aka Mike CLOWES ('54) To: Bill SCOTT ('64) Re: Ally Oop. Ally was some sort of cave man. Not too sure if he was Neanderthal or not, but he did walk around with a big club. I think he used to fight dinosaurs and saber toothed cats. It is possible that old Ally was a Sunday funnies kind of guy. -Bob Carlson, aka Mike CLOWES ('54) ~ Mount Angel, OR where summer has returned for the moment or at least though Oktoberfest weekend (15th through 18th). ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From: Floyd MELTON ('57) Re: Columbia Basin News (CBN) I delivered the CBN (morning paper) for a year or so but the local rep kept short changing us on our pay, it was terrible. He was a major jerk. I also delivered the Spokesman Review out of Spokane (morning paper) and that was a tough one as I delivered to the Men's dorms and collecting from them was a real challenge until I discovered that if I knocked on one's door at 5am on the weekend collection became easier from all close by. I did win a trip to San Fransisco that was cool. My dad would not take the Tri-City Hearld as it was non union but then he had to change when the CBN was discontinued. Each of my six children delivered the Hearld which was an evening paper for my oldest but then went to a morning paper for the rest as they grew up; our youngest until he graduated from good old Col-Hi and they made and saved a lot of money. Their mom helped them until they were old enough to do it on their own and she always enjoyed that time with her children. Speaking of Mr. Bernard, I had him the first year he taught and got the best grades ever from him, I still have my report cards from each class (I do not share them with my children, HA). -Floyd MELTON ('57) ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From:Bob CROSS ('62) Re: Paper Routes I too had a Seattle PI paper route as a youth. I usually only had about twenty customers but the route was over three miles around. I usually rode my "no speed" Roadmaster bicycle so developed some good sized thigh muscles which made finding a bathing suit that fit over my thighs but wasn't six sizes too large around the waist. Collecting the monthly payments from customers was not a pleasant task that I regretted every month. I was really glad when I could finally quit that job! -Bob CROSS ('62) ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From: David DOUGLAS ('62) Re: Early morning newspaper deliveries I briefly had an early morning route, I think for a Spokane paper. I hated it. The route was spread out, so I rode my bicycle around to deliver the papers. One dark morning a policeman stopped me because I didn't have a light on the bicycle. Since the police car was the only moving car I ever saw that morning I wasn't convinced of the need for a light. I walked my bike until the policeman was out of sight, then got back on and rode again. He evidently thought I might do that, so he came around again. I saw him coming and spent a while walking my bike through people's back yards until he gave up looking for me and left. I eventually quit the route when the papers weren't delivered one morning and none of my calls to the distributor were answered. I found out later he was drunk. I didn't need that kind of aggravation. I took typing in summer school after ninth grade, to get out of going with my parents on vacation to Arkansas. I'd sworn never to go to Arkansas (my parents' home state) again after being there during the integration of Central High School in Little Rock, ordered by the Supreme Court. At lunch one day I got into an argument with an aunt and uncle who defended segregation. I got so angry at them I left the restaurant without eating my lunch. When my parents came out to the car I told them I was never going back to Arkansas again. Well, I finally did go back to Fayetteville in 2014 for a reunion with my mother's family. The state had changed considerably since 1957. I digressed. Back to the typing class. When I was president of the Quill and Scroll Society my senior year, I wanted to have the annual Sandscript anthology printed commercially instead of mimeographed. I found one printer who was willing to do it for a reasonable price, provided I typed the lithograph masters (which also allowed us to print art work with the student compositions). He loaned me an executive typewriter and taught me how to use it to justify the right margins. After school was over he asked me to type for him during the summer. When I left Richland for Whitman College, I needed a part- time job to help pay the bills. I'd taken the exam in Richland to be a substitute postal carrier, so I went to the post office to see if anything was available in Walla Walla. The postmaster told me the test I took was only good in Richland, but he referred me to a printing company when he learned I could type. When the owner of the printing company interviewed me, his first question was, "Do you know how to justify margins with an executive typewriter?" "Of course. Doesn't everyone?" I worked there all four years I was in college. That summer typing course was one of the most practical classes I ever had. -David DOUGLAS ('62) ~ Mesa, AZ where the worst of the monsoon rains bypassed us this week. ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From: Earl BENNETT ('63) Re: Wayne MYERS ('62) & Bill SCOTT ('64) One of my favorite memories of the morning bike rides delivering papers was the pretty music of the mourning doves on the wires over the shelter belt west of Cottonwood. I had two routes, Oregon Journal with maybe a dozen or less customers in an area a little larger than the Seattle PI route with over 60 customers. Not sure which paper carried the Alley Oop comic strip, but I was quite familiar with him when the song came out. We also named our dachshund Longg Sam after the leggy hillbilly protagonist in the comic strip of the same name. -Earl BENNETT ('63) ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From: Mike QUANE ('63) Re: Erratics The Pete BEAULIEU ('62) story of the stone "erratics" reminded of one that made it to Richland. It is a several hundred pound "granite" boulder, sitting out of place on a bluff over looking the Yakima river. It is located in the general area of the old cement plant and bomb shelter behind the by-pass. It looks like it came from downtown Missoula. Last time I saw it there was a development going into the area. It is probability in someone's back yard today. -Mike QUANE ('63) ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From: David RIVERS ('65) Re: policing the halls How well I remember my years at Chief Jo... over the last few days several Bombers have mentioned one of a dynamic duo that policed the halls during my tenure... Yes Gene Bernard was one... but the bespectacled... and I mean coke bottle top bespectacled Mr. Barnard roamed the halls waiting for any infraction of their unwritten rules... and there were many... I clearly recall them making fun of our "uniforms"... of course we thought we were all total individuals... but there we were, shirts, different only in color, the same coats and shoes day in and day out... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh those were the days... but for now It's HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Linda NORWOOD ('66) on your special day, September 9, 2016... I wonder if anyone will ever paint your house on GWWay a different color?!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -David RIVERS ('65) ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From: Vernita EDWARDS Loveridge ('65) Re: Gene Bernard My brother Clif ('68) and I had the pleasure of knowing Gene Bernard as well. We knew he and his wife, Joyce, as they were friends of my parents and also members of the West Richland Golf club. While they did not have children of their own, they were wonderful with us and all the children of their friends. One of the most unique things about Gene and Joyce was that they talked with us like we were adults, and they made us think out of our little world. I think I actually started watching the news after having several discussions with Gene that made me realize I was an idiot! They were also beautiful dancers and Joyce taught many of us how to dance. She also put me in my place once when I made an unkind remark about someone, and she reminded me that "if you can't say anything kind, don't say anything at all." It made me feel ashamed of myself, and all these years later, I still haven't forgotten it. I was in the same early morning class as Patty and loved the field trips as well. About thirty-five years ago, Mom and I were living in Death Valley, when Gene and Joyce came to visit. I was really excited to see them, and introduce my daughter, January, to two of my favorite people. Gene sat down and talked to January as he used to talk with me, and my heart swelled with love and appreciation for these wonderful people. He gave her a $100 bill to save in her piggy bank, and for several years after, she would ask me about the $100 man. Even then, he was the same Gene Bernard, sneaking outside for a quick smoke, when Joyce went to the restroom. Best of all, he still had that gorgeous hair. -Vernita EDWARDS Loveridge ('65) ~ currently working in the Lodi, CA area where the weather is wonderful and the wine even better! ************************************************************* ************************************************************* >>From: Dwight CAREY ('68) Re: Gene Bernard I remember those hacks from "Uncle Bernie" as we called him. He would line you up bent over with your head about 6 inches from the wall, so when he hit you, you would get the extra benefit of bouncing into the wall. Don't believe any of the girls ever got to see us boys being punished, but Uncle Bernie and Mr. Barnard... were the best. Mr. Sauer from Mechanical Drawing also tried his best to be the "#1 hacker". Can't remember either of their first names. I saw Gene Bernard for years while he owned the Christmas Tree Farm at the "absolute" end of Clearwater Ave. He had a partner, and they sold trees for many years at that location... you could cut them yourself. Maybe a Manolopoulos was one of the partners?? I had the utmost respect for this man... got to know him fairly well. One of the few I remember over the years. He worked hard to get that tree farm. Good example. -Dwight CAREY ('68) ************************************************************* ************************************************************* That's it for today. Please send more. *************************************************************