Alumni Sandstorm ~ 09/09/16
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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)
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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.
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>>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   
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>>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).
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>>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)
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>>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)
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>>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.
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>>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)
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>>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)
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>>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)
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>>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! 
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>>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)
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That's it for today. Please send more.
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