tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70416628781481163212024-03-13T02:21:48.700-05:00Dr. Bill on RetirementComments and observations of a retired university professor; expect at least one entry per week. This blog began before retirement, and continues into "retirement" - to document retirement activities, including commentary, and supplementing my other, more specific, blogs. This has also served as our Travel Blog until Oct 2015.Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.comBlogger515125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-22922824357930321342020-12-24T03:00:00.003-06:002020-12-24T03:00:05.196-06:00Teenage Scrapbook Images 1952-53 8th Grade-Part 5<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teenage Scrapbook Images 1952-53 </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">8th Grade-Part 5</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1J2lkUT3g5zYyfnvuS-hhNr28YbaFJFheqN8A3VgF3U3ikozUEtz8I19FDSglkUY57cUw8xUcSYw-bWLkGq8ZeRHFO9SX576O4tMMxvV0b4zIAuEOruj65Rj5b8_cn5PhYlNOJt5lwNI/s1000/RedCover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1J2lkUT3g5zYyfnvuS-hhNr28YbaFJFheqN8A3VgF3U3ikozUEtz8I19FDSglkUY57cUw8xUcSYw-bWLkGq8ZeRHFO9SX576O4tMMxvV0b4zIAuEOruj65Rj5b8_cn5PhYlNOJt5lwNI/s320/RedCover.jpg" /></a></div><br />The cover of the booklet we each got for our 8th grade graduation<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iLljRiGoPuabkTGbrX0BR4yAPvOvAmIOWs2ml9C1ylv0FqZ7hj7X8u1emqVNnFKnAgKUVAk_P7kndpCe012VMeCsZxOKj_yakf-lacDwDK2h225eqpoTcDbRisBPF1U9taG0mpmHLzY/s1000/MottoEtc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iLljRiGoPuabkTGbrX0BR4yAPvOvAmIOWs2ml9C1ylv0FqZ7hj7X8u1emqVNnFKnAgKUVAk_P7kndpCe012VMeCsZxOKj_yakf-lacDwDK2h225eqpoTcDbRisBPF1U9taG0mpmHLzY/s320/MottoEtc.jpg" /></a></div><br />There was a page with the Class Motto, Flower, Colors, and Class Officers - very much like my Dad’s eighth grade program 28 years earlier…<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWnD_Lge-gMr65c1WVrkgFwuE8PjagbqMLU4z8LX9A7fspt1He3Io5aWk0X_nCJR4XkB8CS1cyefzn6aR4BAV7JKyDAlAiJMP0Zb9DAEtX6G6G-SASnMdEyJkU3tolJXt3WIKIBqGcNg/s1000/Class+roll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWnD_Lge-gMr65c1WVrkgFwuE8PjagbqMLU4z8LX9A7fspt1He3Io5aWk0X_nCJR4XkB8CS1cyefzn6aR4BAV7JKyDAlAiJMP0Zb9DAEtX6G6G-SASnMdEyJkU3tolJXt3WIKIBqGcNg/s320/Class+roll.jpg" /></a></div>The Class Roll.<span> </span><span> </span>[Click on image to get a larger image.]<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AWhURJpTjtQIhFirFPZEYsA_6LlyUtX-odQkY5bCcqZoY9VxeBCklKNwljOnAtZzE6X1eFALYvxlQj48-TcR-KpMLdf5_apAjBJHN0vQpla3fjQrCLr7cBu3P-BWnfjOTmWyNZDpFYI/s1000/Program.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AWhURJpTjtQIhFirFPZEYsA_6LlyUtX-odQkY5bCcqZoY9VxeBCklKNwljOnAtZzE6X1eFALYvxlQj48-TcR-KpMLdf5_apAjBJHN0vQpla3fjQrCLr7cBu3P-BWnfjOTmWyNZDpFYI/s320/Program.jpg" /></a></div> <p></p><p>The program from graduation, slightly abbreviated, came next . It lists who read which thing at the time.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW0R6AIsfm7cNfIfWMu7QRMS6ZAuiB12mTQp_tV2UexEbJgOdchB6Qbfh28f6lIREslt0i48RAnp85ntqA3HLhSGtkyMxGgpdzk0hTC3jRSL14G01RhuDVJSM-hI2iuB7Y2YKrAfnR-lI/s2016/History.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW0R6AIsfm7cNfIfWMu7QRMS6ZAuiB12mTQp_tV2UexEbJgOdchB6Qbfh28f6lIREslt0i48RAnp85ntqA3HLhSGtkyMxGgpdzk0hTC3jRSL14G01RhuDVJSM-hI2iuB7Y2YKrAfnR-lI/s320/History.jpg" /></a></div><br />After Larry did the Welcome, it appears I read the Class History next, after the snare drum solo by Jon. This is my copy showing where we found errors in the mimeographed sheets, so that I could read it correctly. The one in the Booklet was uncorrected... ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRONsRDKNjsYsyjshp-PSoHDVAA4I8Imjmg8LZOiFnUmDok94viSMvSbG-Bu5Mrmy5SDJQRiGq_DPuN5QsQcRyjGOWphP2a9pDMLz3pJy_1OXJDwZ00XBdHGuaSsiqAE5AZswaJdegTY/s1000/Willp1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRONsRDKNjsYsyjshp-PSoHDVAA4I8Imjmg8LZOiFnUmDok94viSMvSbG-Bu5Mrmy5SDJQRiGq_DPuN5QsQcRyjGOWphP2a9pDMLz3pJy_1OXJDwZ00XBdHGuaSsiqAE5AZswaJdegTY/s320/Willp1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KzBUTJXDM8ggM43Y0HAmBHYPTjHSmRM7lBwujMqo8IQCLzL81DU04B1b54t7_Z9uner2uKr_keDA7cAS0gMVxPFwtcgM84OaCej-bjoj10cDbuu3FY0mf_s4m-3aw_3l0xmUWh1O5f8/s1000/Willp2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KzBUTJXDM8ggM43Y0HAmBHYPTjHSmRM7lBwujMqo8IQCLzL81DU04B1b54t7_Z9uner2uKr_keDA7cAS0gMVxPFwtcgM84OaCej-bjoj10cDbuu3FY0mf_s4m-3aw_3l0xmUWh1O5f8/s320/Willp2.jpg" /></a></div><br />After the Girl’s Sextet sang, Larry read the Class Will, followed by the Boy’s Chorus.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsT1py8EHuo2Ilbmq_M726O_mo6CpxVgUeNFHOrV2gji4gJMUNkZExDpnwXTuNOnU6t1x6JHXLiuYnU8tfmFzPRWnsFS2mKgbNtnC9ye_fsqUhHkDy6h_7V58xMiJ17WOHfO6h1FaOU8/s1000/Prophesy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsT1py8EHuo2Ilbmq_M726O_mo6CpxVgUeNFHOrV2gji4gJMUNkZExDpnwXTuNOnU6t1x6JHXLiuYnU8tfmFzPRWnsFS2mKgbNtnC9ye_fsqUhHkDy6h_7V58xMiJ17WOHfO6h1FaOU8/s320/Prophesy.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmp-sn2ylnSJ7k8LgOpy5udAtOc7rixk2e_nNG8RFvz__ptrSdMuFYcMJvjjVVYEPHNhf7goPEqfUPYmJYKTl_fz7jvx1KN6bhuPECDwaKcdPr1hfC_5Y8LdyZJOwD932kgHkhw41DVl0/s1000/Prophesy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmp-sn2ylnSJ7k8LgOpy5udAtOc7rixk2e_nNG8RFvz__ptrSdMuFYcMJvjjVVYEPHNhf7goPEqfUPYmJYKTl_fz7jvx1KN6bhuPECDwaKcdPr1hfC_5Y8LdyZJOwD932kgHkhw41DVl0/s320/Prophesy2.jpg" /></a></div><br />Doug read the Class Prophecy…<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogHZJCBd2pEbhwZPBHkARX3CCyVZ6zE2j1GRMqPl-kE6q6pgMW0LbHnC8liIfgLKINrKKQu6B-h7HnI5dX6lP4i9ZGxsMqxW7FJVkj4UJQSOD3YyumtBhGu82Q_83O4VhJTNNrsaRVhY/s1000/Songbyhand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogHZJCBd2pEbhwZPBHkARX3CCyVZ6zE2j1GRMqPl-kE6q6pgMW0LbHnC8liIfgLKINrKKQu6B-h7HnI5dX6lP4i9ZGxsMqxW7FJVkj4UJQSOD3YyumtBhGu82Q_83O4VhJTNNrsaRVhY/s320/Songbyhand.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />There was a page, a handwritten poem, of “our song” sung to the tune of “You’ll Never Walk Alone.”<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdugzvgPmzLlNGJxZU6d6jQrq-vTibJ8OqEcUcHqLohsDHVW0HhpCE-crzVdPeLBT9kj9JgbS05z-3D9NXlc1uGLA6Y9GResqWy1F9nIFFYThDgXmtZjJiuP7ijrTZxAJj6W-M-yuZTkY/s1000/sigs1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdugzvgPmzLlNGJxZU6d6jQrq-vTibJ8OqEcUcHqLohsDHVW0HhpCE-crzVdPeLBT9kj9JgbS05z-3D9NXlc1uGLA6Y9GResqWy1F9nIFFYThDgXmtZjJiuP7ijrTZxAJj6W-M-yuZTkY/s320/sigs1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0eO8GObYJwEZpy65ZtQXt_SKd8WpZPhufFJQnKyAzRl2IAWAwhy5i_204L0gTO3tKIZVIi4zT9sYaFZS1m_HyOv_YFc3TWCrNEBWaCW1qArFGjCpcrkwT4F_D0xwLiqTJS93FsWXMzI/s1000/sigs2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0eO8GObYJwEZpy65ZtQXt_SKd8WpZPhufFJQnKyAzRl2IAWAwhy5i_204L0gTO3tKIZVIi4zT9sYaFZS1m_HyOv_YFc3TWCrNEBWaCW1qArFGjCpcrkwT4F_D0xwLiqTJS93FsWXMzI/s320/sigs2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />Signatures in upper left of first sheet are teachers...<br />The last two pages had all of our signatures, and notes from a few! ;-)<p></p><p></p><p>See you down the road... ;-)<br /><br /> </p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-21068058061692786132020-12-22T03:00:00.006-06:002020-12-22T03:00:02.043-06:00Teenage Scrapbook Images 1952-53 8th Grade-Part 4<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teenage Scrapbook Images 1952-53 </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">8th Grade-Part 4</span><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wUSVAdA95Q6MHopqFTui-siO0fJvttbDJ4nFZT2EE024vlF3rTNKDjJdAMZIVr1GfDchS6j_dB8FzR4uccoV6vTMEAZUp3jKJrTY2ZJuTXCQQKlDSNh8apPv2gOrHG3z4HuC4HZHqvM/s640/Steiff+stuffed+elephant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="629" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wUSVAdA95Q6MHopqFTui-siO0fJvttbDJ4nFZT2EE024vlF3rTNKDjJdAMZIVr1GfDchS6j_dB8FzR4uccoV6vTMEAZUp3jKJrTY2ZJuTXCQQKlDSNh8apPv2gOrHG3z4HuC4HZHqvM/s320/Steiff+stuffed+elephant.jpg" /></a></div><br />Yes, in the fall of 1952 I won/earned a stuffed elephant, but not a Steiff like in this photo. It was about this size, I still have it in a box somewhere… it was for selling magazines for Curtis Circulation during the Presidential campaign… top salespersons in Practical Sales Week had choice of Donkey or Elephant. Since I was supporting Gen. Eisenhower, I chose an Elephant. We did see the man who would become President later on at a whistle stop in Perry, as I recall. My elephant was not this fancy!! ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiup7Lu2jAgs8_dtFiHWt5QnIqI4cLEncf6DR6v57OnirwXDnqAUV-0wapHhOpCxWgIq002PcCBSkdOn0xsCslmuGCatUl6eLFuRmbdBgnftYYz2OSZnNE_54c0PLoe53hXmE3PIZyLRiw/s1000/MagSalesAward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiup7Lu2jAgs8_dtFiHWt5QnIqI4cLEncf6DR6v57OnirwXDnqAUV-0wapHhOpCxWgIq002PcCBSkdOn0xsCslmuGCatUl6eLFuRmbdBgnftYYz2OSZnNE_54c0PLoe53hXmE3PIZyLRiw/s320/MagSalesAward.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>When I first saw this certificate in the scrapbook, I thought it was the eighth grade diploma… no, just the achievement award for good sales….. but…<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDrfN-CbDW39ipjWgfjdcEK-4pkWPiBPAB7vi-tanndsVYi8TWjOZthyHrYfN8_8byOBY8_wRutGAtN6elZd7qqpb6Fc9jn4ERw1VKh0ES37Z-dRLNpRRaz1b_yA6IJCohul8oVJInts/s1000/Diploma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDrfN-CbDW39ipjWgfjdcEK-4pkWPiBPAB7vi-tanndsVYi8TWjOZthyHrYfN8_8byOBY8_wRutGAtN6elZd7qqpb6Fc9jn4ERw1VKh0ES37Z-dRLNpRRaz1b_yA6IJCohul8oVJInts/s320/Diploma.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The Diploma was there… earned at the end of the year. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaK39p8OfvfP9NJY9uY37z-ShI2EoZVKTNyv-R-dkawKUFnD1FKG4ymWpFf8uevDsxPsa_QJvX1j1JerZiZiMCJjESV3e8w-0dcY-WqhMx-ddJ4OX-miYV0grhxqX6nNHXlo_LCvZrx-U/s2016/ProgrFrontPlus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaK39p8OfvfP9NJY9uY37z-ShI2EoZVKTNyv-R-dkawKUFnD1FKG4ymWpFf8uevDsxPsa_QJvX1j1JerZiZiMCJjESV3e8w-0dcY-WqhMx-ddJ4OX-miYV0grhxqX6nNHXlo_LCvZrx-U/s320/ProgrFrontPlus.jpg" /></a></div><br />Here is the graduation program cover, and the cover of a congratulatory card I got from my Aunt Irene, Dad’s sister. Much appreciated.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchFIH6PAPwwcIjAodPrAuAWEQxhckdTel5NGdzw10cxku_RbEx6mYl4GStSNR0WJHWNEWhHKAdgc445E1MRlNb0jC-P1IejbkfHEvPnXMxXKYddrXmpXxEWz_5OsEAp-zQpSwKrgGiLA/s900/IreneSig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchFIH6PAPwwcIjAodPrAuAWEQxhckdTel5NGdzw10cxku_RbEx6mYl4GStSNR0WJHWNEWhHKAdgc445E1MRlNb0jC-P1IejbkfHEvPnXMxXKYddrXmpXxEWz_5OsEAp-zQpSwKrgGiLA/s320/IreneSig.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The interior of the card, with signature.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PqI9inrXdwZtz3RmcM-QnJuOVV-KNEJT7bcmgqCweA_5QplD8njP8_BNnsPhqjykmvv4a0fs0zj9Wr2NbTXgshyphenhyphendbpeozWCsp7bOmWOIC7v7yDenJxB16cGo-pObLu2o6CiOKu6f2K8/s2016/ProgrInside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PqI9inrXdwZtz3RmcM-QnJuOVV-KNEJT7bcmgqCweA_5QplD8njP8_BNnsPhqjykmvv4a0fs0zj9Wr2NbTXgshyphenhyphendbpeozWCsp7bOmWOIC7v7yDenJxB16cGo-pObLu2o6CiOKu6f2K8/s320/ProgrInside.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The interior of the program with the list of events and all the class members.<br /><br />Next time I will share the Red Cover Booklet we all made for each of us. It has the History, Will, Prophesy, etc. and more…<br /><br /><br />See you down the road… ;-) <br /><p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-22498647424994936792020-12-17T03:00:00.004-06:002020-12-17T03:00:02.898-06:00Teenage Photos 1952-53 8th Grade-Part 3<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teenage Photos 1952-53 </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">8th Grade-Part 3</span><br /></p><p><br />Continuing b&w photos from Scrapbook…<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84MEfPPErFwoVjahWVmqPw3KZLJAtC_Li6qh7jmWLZwpcxl5U7ZcXTI-AzYak7NenmT83Gxe64AfW0lKSZrTbGoLFGM1WfIhDfrZzRfN958iO7laCWn6kkNll9JMmYh-lySphb-RMSh4/s1000/Nancy+by+door+1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84MEfPPErFwoVjahWVmqPw3KZLJAtC_Li6qh7jmWLZwpcxl5U7ZcXTI-AzYak7NenmT83Gxe64AfW0lKSZrTbGoLFGM1WfIhDfrZzRfN958iO7laCWn6kkNll9JMmYh-lySphb-RMSh4/s320/Nancy+by+door+1000.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Nancy Bolger by the west Gym door.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ikY8JPg1K2quj9jbSyRaNuH8_9B9V2AwbmPpGmLF0pMpFmIbXP9kFmaOOuj74400rMIcmw085gJfAuqN4BFtDs8x1C1DlB2Hel1G19pixrF-ZLTmMfdjNCk5Q0CE_ZzENx4VkJ3Y9SY/s1000/marciafuzzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ikY8JPg1K2quj9jbSyRaNuH8_9B9V2AwbmPpGmLF0pMpFmIbXP9kFmaOOuj74400rMIcmw085gJfAuqN4BFtDs8x1C1DlB2Hel1G19pixrF-ZLTmMfdjNCk5Q0CE_ZzENx4VkJ3Y9SY/s320/marciafuzzy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Marcia Textor walking across the street - sometimes photos were fuzzy… darn!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CQVLll9n7aapfUEiQHVL1Nh9I6hF9DRG9COpSEZdqD_MudFnT_atMk0D9F_fqablS0XectbxrszmgRF3NEx-TYWpEaD6wXUYdZMcu4hvWEdSuR9QezIVUPjQNfz97tqpXL0At58ZhRU/s1000/MerlynandJanice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CQVLll9n7aapfUEiQHVL1Nh9I6hF9DRG9COpSEZdqD_MudFnT_atMk0D9F_fqablS0XectbxrszmgRF3NEx-TYWpEaD6wXUYdZMcu4hvWEdSuR9QezIVUPjQNfz97tqpXL0At58ZhRU/s320/MerlynandJanice.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Merlyn Seastrom and Janice Turner by the west Gym door.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrn5FUn1tnCfW9Qoo4hy9wEMfoJ5S61GqVz8bjlBeF57WhCSZm5f33v2RXoZZWrsVqgYSkOf9-2q9UcNZoYa8Y6Zzjnom-Js8KUyMMMYBKNhijEqEaOM93DCN9bq-eRige32xzgfN1Jkc/s1000/Pat+and+Marcia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrn5FUn1tnCfW9Qoo4hy9wEMfoJ5S61GqVz8bjlBeF57WhCSZm5f33v2RXoZZWrsVqgYSkOf9-2q9UcNZoYa8Y6Zzjnom-Js8KUyMMMYBKNhijEqEaOM93DCN9bq-eRige32xzgfN1Jkc/s320/Pat+and+Marcia.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Teacher Ms. Pat Kennedy and classmate Marcia Textor in the classroom at teacher's desk.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8jmlYSKmtSsOLXEz_eJCzu6OjiK5Tg6YNWswATJQqa9R9ZsbZ2xcg0YuRodDSu23R6xNTYg_QiIL-dbclLB09mTJES8xzjOEhUy4vxx0AIDPzMXOxuLi1uxVxfWig3kG2VmALDj_278/s1000/two+teachers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8jmlYSKmtSsOLXEz_eJCzu6OjiK5Tg6YNWswATJQqa9R9ZsbZ2xcg0YuRodDSu23R6xNTYg_QiIL-dbclLB09mTJES8xzjOEhUy4vxx0AIDPzMXOxuLi1uxVxfWig3kG2VmALDj_278/s320/two+teachers.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Teachers Mrs. Patrick and Ms. Pat Kennedy walking up the sidewalk to school. <p></p><p>This concludes the b&w photos in the scrapbook. More Scrapbook contents on 8th Grade to follow, next Tuesday, in part 4.</p><p><br /></p><p>See you down the road... ;-)</p><p><br /></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-86873519017757988782020-12-15T03:00:00.010-06:002020-12-15T03:00:00.300-06:00Teenage Photos 1952-53 8th Grade-Part 2<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teenage Photos 1952-53 </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">8th Grade-Part 2</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLmWu7XX2pOqm7LWOwlBI3SWoPWqcDsSi9n7JQYxU73IOvlqCIuJwer1_2nHmRiG-4d3VtshRTCEbNP8YJHMSd999xvj_1De1z9YSVF8nNsjE6tPxKhSGHSCab-W8nUUImdaFZ11TAkA/s933/Scrapbook.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLmWu7XX2pOqm7LWOwlBI3SWoPWqcDsSi9n7JQYxU73IOvlqCIuJwer1_2nHmRiG-4d3VtshRTCEbNP8YJHMSd999xvj_1De1z9YSVF8nNsjE6tPxKhSGHSCab-W8nUUImdaFZ11TAkA/s320/Scrapbook.jpg" /></a></div><br />Scrapbook from Eighth Grade and High School<br />Source of photos and memorabilia in next several posts<br /><br />The rest of these b&w photos were in the scrapbook - l0 in all, 5 here, 5 next time…<br />Random order…<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyaVbK3qOsv85kE1PY60V2dod6wnuHQ5CEpvb-jVOJbddoSjpgwNuaeOcdnjhoOyNa6K2ZNU26Net1Z10hF6FDoKaQTjXo7G6EgvF7NUvj197OdIhjNtSL5i9EAhm6zq-W1oLDn-RlkE/s933/boysbydoor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyaVbK3qOsv85kE1PY60V2dod6wnuHQ5CEpvb-jVOJbddoSjpgwNuaeOcdnjhoOyNa6K2ZNU26Net1Z10hF6FDoKaQTjXo7G6EgvF7NUvj197OdIhjNtSL5i9EAhm6zq-W1oLDn-RlkE/s320/boysbydoor.jpg" /></a></div><br />Bunch of older guys by the west Gym door…<br />Three Seniors on left: Don Roberts, Jerry Simon, Bob Bolger. Two Freshmen on right: Gary Hilgenberg, Merlyn Seastrom<br /><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9BpkFADLKHNNzqA1nn8Bcx3WCATcRcE3KQI5Kd27M27SCnIDrDIoKI4Eezr2Z4fCOsX-rXMfDVBDuWvyhjExTs6vljigOLzczQPXkwCgZZlxapMVF57EWIEEYqQApfFnGqv6SbHnvQNA/s1000/classatdesks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9BpkFADLKHNNzqA1nn8Bcx3WCATcRcE3KQI5Kd27M27SCnIDrDIoKI4Eezr2Z4fCOsX-rXMfDVBDuWvyhjExTs6vljigOLzczQPXkwCgZZlxapMVF57EWIEEYqQApfFnGqv6SbHnvQNA/s320/classatdesks.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The rest of my 8th grade classroom… earlier photo had me at far right, last desk.<p></p><p>Here are: Marilyn Peterson, Jerry Scott, Ramona Palmer, Doug Drake up front. Behind him is Jon Crisman. Nancy Bolger just beyond Jon's head, Gary Hoover, far right, Larry Turner's back between Jon and Gary, it appears. Charlotte Shirbroun is behind and to left of Nancy. Gerald Palmer far back on right, between Larry and Gary.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Bih4TC36T6ByF-qS58GYHE9noIgdRXouGmEMuHlQsyMAdaAz_PnmYru1obZVR1iQp_euVwgtooeLbwj7UKR9A-EtuMEqeu2p8QjACuF-EwSIoh1W61HYOT8AFwI7vCXQHkBK52veNAg/s1000/garybydoor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Bih4TC36T6ByF-qS58GYHE9noIgdRXouGmEMuHlQsyMAdaAz_PnmYru1obZVR1iQp_euVwgtooeLbwj7UKR9A-EtuMEqeu2p8QjACuF-EwSIoh1W61HYOT8AFwI7vCXQHkBK52veNAg/s320/garybydoor.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Cousin Gary HIlgenberg by the west Gym door.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeMLHKNl8xk3BfBS-I4FV3L3StyAc3OIXU-krfLnmYIypnMh4yrQJW9mqHJjZol_qRt9gAQxStY7piDAjf9Rz7nLz9nl2ss_9j-LohDhXV9rJl9qiptVVvEfU_Ek55FYeom8GC4clJJ8/s1000/JonandDennis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeMLHKNl8xk3BfBS-I4FV3L3StyAc3OIXU-krfLnmYIypnMh4yrQJW9mqHJjZol_qRt9gAQxStY7piDAjf9Rz7nLz9nl2ss_9j-LohDhXV9rJl9qiptVVvEfU_Ek55FYeom8GC4clJJ8/s320/JonandDennis.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jon Crisman (in front) and cousin Dennis Ford crossing street toward that West Gym door, from playground area. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WlX7F4G6zPFGoRKWUeXcsWGouVxgMYTtVsvq4O35UHi86HLPOVYSqomZfiwiqSnZCslhJI3MXrKzp5FCpMlEWfW1Z0lUbhYasdWBZ_jje9YaGV7JJtUVTUH-2CO319Ky5yimQHgiryE/s1000/JuanitaandNancy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WlX7F4G6zPFGoRKWUeXcsWGouVxgMYTtVsvq4O35UHi86HLPOVYSqomZfiwiqSnZCslhJI3MXrKzp5FCpMlEWfW1Z0lUbhYasdWBZ_jje9YaGV7JJtUVTUH-2CO319Ky5yimQHgiryE/s320/JuanitaandNancy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Juanita Pierce and Nancy Bolger (in back) also along west side of schoolhouse. <br /><br /><br />…to be continued on Thursday…<br /><br /><br />See you down the road… ;-) <br /><p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-18769246190010200912020-12-10T03:00:00.030-06:002020-12-11T12:43:29.837-06:00Teenage Photos 1952-53 8th Grade-Part 1<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teenage Photos 1952-53 8th Grade-Part 1</span><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIM4pHChbSMqPG__TEp1rf2gC0FoOAIkdYeErkBWZJ-p-aTBkK4XTdgBNppv9jeVCcYfTewvtHieoLoX5R-ndW65phfLJgzI4hTcaQTWL2XQDQjFNoo_qHtRDNbRAipPhRD2I5TMWFGMg/s456/eighthgr.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIM4pHChbSMqPG__TEp1rf2gC0FoOAIkdYeErkBWZJ-p-aTBkK4XTdgBNppv9jeVCcYfTewvtHieoLoX5R-ndW65phfLJgzI4hTcaQTWL2XQDQjFNoo_qHtRDNbRAipPhRD2I5TMWFGMg/s320/eighthgr.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />26 8th-Grade Students at Coon Rapids (IA) Community School with teacher Patricia Kennedy.<br /><br />Back Row: (John) Andy Kretzinger, Roland McGee, Charles Remele, Dennis Ford, Bill Smith<br />Next Row: Jerry Scott, Gerald Palmer, Doug Drake, Gary Webber, Larry Turner, Ms. Kennedy<br />Next Row: Dick Whitfield, Jim Knudsen, Arlene Herron, Gary Hoover, Jon Crimson, Norman Arrowsmith, Wayne Grim<br />Front Row: Jane Smith, Juanita Pierce, Marcia Textor, Norma Wagner, Ramona Palmer, Nancy Bolger, Charlotte Shirbroun, Marilyn Peterson, Marilyn Andersen<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaspYKvfErK7m7Xdpm4g0nqyRmk_N25W2o8Obg6tCiAEVeTORtCm2clUW66m2u2Lt5hriJGPK2cPQPjCEAfXv_QJxAmh5Nz_ZF-uyEckw9ay-8JouQVVZCcbnxHoB3PnZ0M64TK6AXIBA/s294/Bill_at_desk__8th_grade.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="205" data-original-width="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaspYKvfErK7m7Xdpm4g0nqyRmk_N25W2o8Obg6tCiAEVeTORtCm2clUW66m2u2Lt5hriJGPK2cPQPjCEAfXv_QJxAmh5Nz_ZF-uyEckw9ay-8JouQVVZCcbnxHoB3PnZ0M64TK6AXIBA/s0/Bill_at_desk__8th_grade.jpg" /></a></div><br />This was the only photo I had, until recently, when I had taken Mom’s camera to school. That is me sitting at my desk. I think that is Nancy in dark (red) sweater standing by window behind me, talking to Doug, it appears. She was a mature class leader. I was still the newcomer… ;-)<p></p><p>In a later post here (next Tues and Thurs, part 2 and part 3, of 8th Grade), we’ll see more photos from that day that were in the scrapbook…<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dom21qQMPXUZHEcoNg4QFCLkqUqTUzC0r-QxqT9iNajCH8uJ0wCP-cChoqazGMXiNb_7VPpO6vZrAnmwWP-K7LXUrZByF-Nxv5FpcyCrVLv7jkDyyuOj4GffPyR7BpZAxoZSRZ0Mt00/s189/Bill__age13__8th_grade.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="189" data-original-width="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dom21qQMPXUZHEcoNg4QFCLkqUqTUzC0r-QxqT9iNajCH8uJ0wCP-cChoqazGMXiNb_7VPpO6vZrAnmwWP-K7LXUrZByF-Nxv5FpcyCrVLv7jkDyyuOj4GffPyR7BpZAxoZSRZ0Mt00/s0/Bill__age13__8th_grade.jpg" /></a></div><br />My class picture, in fall, just turned 13 on July 1. A teenager. Bill. No more Billie, Billy… ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DJv5Oph0bLS7nHubuEyc-mocBAtnCGrrMiJ5hyk1ppr564jBPbtw6_vSqZnHfM-D3X48h04xmzf_qqdMHAWxaWLR6j7Rj6ZAojxMMP8HAxD-wHeSkb_nmNI6170hjFLdQ9k9qgTvNIg/s400/boysandbikes53.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DJv5Oph0bLS7nHubuEyc-mocBAtnCGrrMiJ5hyk1ppr564jBPbtw6_vSqZnHfM-D3X48h04xmzf_qqdMHAWxaWLR6j7Rj6ZAojxMMP8HAxD-wHeSkb_nmNI6170hjFLdQ9k9qgTvNIg/s320/boysandbikes53.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />I got my slide camera the summer of 1953... much better!!<br />This is that following summer… with brothers… we’d all grown up quite a bit!! ;-)<br />Barry had arrived eighteen months earlier. Jim on left, with Tom (later to become T.K.)<br /><br />I loved that bike!! ;-)<br /><br />See you down the road… ;-) <br /><p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-80308164817694772642020-12-08T03:00:00.006-06:002020-12-08T03:00:02.264-06:00Childhood Photos 1950-52 6/7th Grade<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Childhood Photos 1950-52 6/7th Grade</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6PdaFjPlEiH9i0cRyC5qGcILtKIyi-b-9oi3kWYDoAGfgc5d41D0fwTJb4op9zD7054d8vap8kkEhIA-MFshFCZc_MDM2ndx3FAUR0mMI7xNR6aA3NzYbHabWlRetkhaIozCA09eQax8/s1160/Confirmation.tiff" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="817" data-original-width="1160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6PdaFjPlEiH9i0cRyC5qGcILtKIyi-b-9oi3kWYDoAGfgc5d41D0fwTJb4op9zD7054d8vap8kkEhIA-MFshFCZc_MDM2ndx3FAUR0mMI7xNR6aA3NzYbHabWlRetkhaIozCA09eQax8/s320/Confirmation.tiff" width="320" /></a></div><br />Another all-time favorite photo - Confirmation Class, Star Methodist Church<br /><br />Rev. Pooley and Don Williams, Sunday School Class 6th Grade Teacher, in back<br /><br />Charlotte Shirbroun, Nancy Bolger, Bill Smith, Dennis Ford, Kenneth Molle, Wayne Grim<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIkKMoitw9CDmRmFxzaJQFQxL-zqpU_fSpTTXmlQ-ZT4TRYW4s9PDvvV3QdLzVhkhvVVX-WWbphLkrl314w83zSFryv73gqLQjKP91_OtHNEItVlB8_9GwEmVVzPl17f91wXUdn_xUdQ/s450/will5152.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIkKMoitw9CDmRmFxzaJQFQxL-zqpU_fSpTTXmlQ-ZT4TRYW4s9PDvvV3QdLzVhkhvVVX-WWbphLkrl314w83zSFryv73gqLQjKP91_OtHNEItVlB8_9GwEmVVzPl17f91wXUdn_xUdQ/s320/will5152.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />Seventh Grade, Willow #3, 1951-1952<br /><br />Top Row: Teacher, Jim Smith, Ruth Anderson, Tom Tolsdorf, Charlotte Shirbroun, Wilson Thomas<br />Mid-Row: Robert Hunter, ?? Anderson, Jane Lovell, Jim Tolsdorf<br />Bottom Row: Gary Hunter, Judy Tolsdorf, Dick Hunter, Bill Smith<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKJQBJ9ozXn0f6pokVvc94qh01WPS4k5dm1XKKaO05wIsLsKce9tvwytPiNlbaHE8PgskCHbD-Y273Kt0MW5I2RJ3sUjjDR4ToLUiaJ4RL8W967u53kdXJwMMypde-J57orYZ0AghY6Q/s250/1950ques.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="166" data-original-width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKJQBJ9ozXn0f6pokVvc94qh01WPS4k5dm1XKKaO05wIsLsKce9tvwytPiNlbaHE8PgskCHbD-Y273Kt0MW5I2RJ3sUjjDR4ToLUiaJ4RL8W967u53kdXJwMMypde-J57orYZ0AghY6Q/s0/1950ques.jpg" /></a></div><br />Bill Smith on west side of farm home - likely sixth grade...<br /><br /><br />See you down the road… ;-) <br /><p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-43574084564223230012020-12-03T03:00:00.000-06:002020-12-03T03:00:02.938-06:00Childhood Photos 1949-1950 5th Grade<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Childhood Photos 1949-1950 5th Grade</span><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFg3W_kMMjTXXbSg2iXpI6TNkY-I0HBRZH1SIejn3aPfjxwUHFrDF5wbn1Y7C8cuk4H8iQEWmtJW4XvCFn488MOUgbd_WQBnJfu71LqUX4zKYzHaGFRZ8MI2sZpsO0l5E6tMbEwtHODs/s699/eileenthreeboys.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="520" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFg3W_kMMjTXXbSg2iXpI6TNkY-I0HBRZH1SIejn3aPfjxwUHFrDF5wbn1Y7C8cuk4H8iQEWmtJW4XvCFn488MOUgbd_WQBnJfu71LqUX4zKYzHaGFRZ8MI2sZpsO0l5E6tMbEwtHODs/s320/eileenthreeboys.jpg" /></a></div><br />Eileen, Mom, and her three boys: Tommie, Jimmie and Bill (sometimes still Billie!)<br />Notice the favorite setting for pictures…<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJES4iqdJQPwsn1aj0edRg_oaERATtHvTsiiWGU_e1QEYgDv8SP4IfdjgDnyr5x1kBYlPqwtRkl4Yy6GqxrVYNzVWHEriBl_H8ghJSFDuFJarZbm3i0ZNFtVr300PyZFsFkCojrPbY6pE/s695/billeileenyard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="695" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJES4iqdJQPwsn1aj0edRg_oaERATtHvTsiiWGU_e1QEYgDv8SP4IfdjgDnyr5x1kBYlPqwtRkl4Yy6GqxrVYNzVWHEriBl_H8ghJSFDuFJarZbm3i0ZNFtVr300PyZFsFkCojrPbY6pE/s320/billeileenyard.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>The second favorite location for photos… Bill and his Mom. Similar dress style, I note.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFioCCzK8lyUqt6NGsN-bRvrAUCNoqPL0IDUF_8fLBi6UrbVnsbjfE_Znr0VAFfpYuo8w-AxBqnsBuAuJTJlLGERTuqWrMuTazOb8mOWwL23v915x0if0-qktilTpMAXVIAqUr-2MBwM/s1206/grovebrickskids.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFioCCzK8lyUqt6NGsN-bRvrAUCNoqPL0IDUF_8fLBi6UrbVnsbjfE_Znr0VAFfpYuo8w-AxBqnsBuAuJTJlLGERTuqWrMuTazOb8mOWwL23v915x0if0-qktilTpMAXVIAqUr-2MBwM/s320/grovebrickskids.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The grove, off to the north east from the house, behind the chicken houses… a favorite play place.<br /><br />The Kinnick cousins, Kathleen, Kelton and Karen, were at the farm on a Sunday afternoon. Very common occurrence - Jimmie and I seem to be sticking our tongues out. Not the nicest of photo. Later on I built a ‘cabin’ in the grove, to the right of this photo location. Don’t think any photos survive of it. There were also old farm implements stored here, that made for great climbing around on. <br />What fun!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2ef1-V0ScECKqblHebkJV0NJsNUualCQx_DGTe0cDQYVop-Ao904pkqlqZgt8V9XGoP-E4IjZgOK3tlSiZ1ATWXRBlPSdJyI3xC3olLhTqFXV29rc004FzZQmFht9Nuj8_AEIGyzwOc/s327/2414410.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="327" data-original-width="175" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2ef1-V0ScECKqblHebkJV0NJsNUualCQx_DGTe0cDQYVop-Ao904pkqlqZgt8V9XGoP-E4IjZgOK3tlSiZ1ATWXRBlPSdJyI3xC3olLhTqFXV29rc004FzZQmFht9Nuj8_AEIGyzwOc/s320/2414410.gif" /></a></div><br />Another county fair photo, I’m sure. No way to date this, so here it is!!! ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RJ8_gCIGTv6_sAuDq5SZKJlM9HaUFgQImufJMVlLljA9RkmyV8zsvVJEtQ4s8jpW9S-M4JCmPltwGnYeUR1NGK76oqIskXPYpWLl6dLWeLnW44S2jkn6rgY1Rsew27Br7rxb1skwAnU/s800/starcommkids.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RJ8_gCIGTv6_sAuDq5SZKJlM9HaUFgQImufJMVlLljA9RkmyV8zsvVJEtQ4s8jpW9S-M4JCmPltwGnYeUR1NGK76oqIskXPYpWLl6dLWeLnW44S2jkn6rgY1Rsew27Br7rxb1skwAnU/s320/starcommkids.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Star Church young people gathered together for some occasion.<br /><br />Back Row, left to right, Ann Rees, Dwight Brown, Doyle Gymer, Bill Smith, Dennis Ford, Phil Huffed<br />Middle Row, left to right, Tom Rees, Charlotte Shirbroun, Donna Grim, Nancy Bolger, ??<br />Front Row, left to right, ??, Jessie Rees, Marla Williams, Ramona McGee, Wayne Grim<br /><br />Could make lots of comments, but I’ll leave that up to you, the reader…<br />Frustrating not to remember those two girls names… help?<br /><br />Good example of young folks, guys and gals, growing and maturing at different paces…<br /><br />I did notice how Nancy and I always seemed to stand nearby to one another… pure chance??<br /><br /><br />See you down the road… :-)<br /> <p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-70608927181047030032020-12-01T03:00:00.011-06:002020-12-01T03:00:00.124-06:00Childhood Images 1948-1949 - 4th Grade<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Childhood Images 1948-1949 - 4th Grade</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUouuwopAPFZlYKnCFu70JTvqXGvAAVguqUaZCOcpFsLFQPa_P0mcsV42FYLQ_bxAMp8R41ImtBdM8KWFfQxdGGlqn8LBN6CpZk6ng0XGK3vDg8PLJe-1uDd0Lioigf0j7iUUVXMx4XQ/s246/Pete_and_Eileen__Kinnick__Smith_Family___late_1948.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUouuwopAPFZlYKnCFu70JTvqXGvAAVguqUaZCOcpFsLFQPa_P0mcsV42FYLQ_bxAMp8R41ImtBdM8KWFfQxdGGlqn8LBN6CpZk6ng0XGK3vDg8PLJe-1uDd0Lioigf0j7iUUVXMx4XQ/s0/Pete_and_Eileen__Kinnick__Smith_Family___late_1948.jpg" /></a></div><br />This appears to be late in 1948. Notice that Tommy arrived in the spring - we were now 5!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTU08BrkVQx74bTw8AnL5yvQJM5leJvlZcm2o1SzEvOK6qEZxyEH8TrnEqIw_nQh58jp2kNOapBlUK-dUDQRZxMiz2K6qg-nNUwRQYbfNqaHIX5Uv6IHTje5DRxlL3wh5L0Y6p1LISxM/s350/Spring+49+Willow+%25233.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTU08BrkVQx74bTw8AnL5yvQJM5leJvlZcm2o1SzEvOK6qEZxyEH8TrnEqIw_nQh58jp2kNOapBlUK-dUDQRZxMiz2K6qg-nNUwRQYbfNqaHIX5Uv6IHTje5DRxlL3wh5L0Y6p1LISxM/s320/Spring+49+Willow+%25233.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />This is aphoto I used on a web page many years ago about Willow #3; here is the caption from that time:<br /><br />“Notice building and cars and background - Spring 1949<br />Back row (left to right): Donnabelle Shirbroun, Bernice Pevestorf, Joan Bowman, Beverly Woods, Pat<br />Thomas, Bill Smith<br />Middle row: Wilson Thomas, Jim Tolsdorf, Dick Hunter, Judy Tolsdorf, Bob Hunter, Charolette<br />Shirbroun, Shirley Woods<br />Front row: Jane Lovell (?)(blonde girl), Gary Hunter on right, in front of Shirley”<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawfMdDfRP0XujsD-xxEpFdfU0RU7zbcxa3BqaHMoUyqXhFrqCL3HJl8KoVJAaYQjqs3ddRu1a-YkIlzl1frGMQkwd2emEWFP8JjIYIwp_VUbjes15IvmBf9X2vzbtqVqAVnMX_bezKns/s158/Inez_Shirbroun__teacher.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="158" data-original-width="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawfMdDfRP0XujsD-xxEpFdfU0RU7zbcxa3BqaHMoUyqXhFrqCL3HJl8KoVJAaYQjqs3ddRu1a-YkIlzl1frGMQkwd2emEWFP8JjIYIwp_VUbjes15IvmBf9X2vzbtqVqAVnMX_bezKns/s0/Inez_Shirbroun__teacher.jpg" /></a></div><br />Our teacher for 4th, 5th and 6th Grades was Inez Shirbroun, wife of Speedy, the local Coon Rapids Radio repairman, and soon to be Television guru. Since our school sat on a hill, he put up an antenna on Thursday nights and picked up the WOI-TV, Ames, signal from about 60 miles to the east. We got to go watch the Lone Ranger, in black and white, of course, small screen - but it was our first exposure to television. It was a couple of years after that before we were able to have one in our home - and all three channels!!! ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JimZCQVI1KH22UPp7Q1WCoSa-PwEg81GvIVNxnazQAn6TI1plRmBRsIvp2KnV7MpiNUq1hL9dcSX0HUWu8NzkAbdQhBukpru4gRWJIJ_LIk1H_y7AVLPFfzgGOVdeuetdiuhE_5zZ48/s300/fortcar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="133" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JimZCQVI1KH22UPp7Q1WCoSa-PwEg81GvIVNxnazQAn6TI1plRmBRsIvp2KnV7MpiNUq1hL9dcSX0HUWu8NzkAbdQhBukpru4gRWJIJ_LIk1H_y7AVLPFfzgGOVdeuetdiuhE_5zZ48/s0/fortcar.jpg" /></a></div><br />In the meantime, this is what I constructed and played with… inside, on carpet... Lincoln logs made the outline. I created the cars out of plaster of paris, in rubber molds, wheels inserted while wet. I still have a couple of them, somewhere, in a box.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDOa2-mB2Jnw1uRpOEgHcwj6S4xcj359FnG86r66nJfpWDop50T-ChlIKLHIahnW2s5jQPpSaAh4U4PYcWX8E1D91cq7GtNKxdsrXQr3QTAxY2IVgYzTQHyZW5ic666sVePvdWJH8cVg/s812/toybuildingsinyard1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="812" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDOa2-mB2Jnw1uRpOEgHcwj6S4xcj359FnG86r66nJfpWDop50T-ChlIKLHIahnW2s5jQPpSaAh4U4PYcWX8E1D91cq7GtNKxdsrXQr3QTAxY2IVgYzTQHyZW5ic666sVePvdWJH8cVg/s320/toybuildingsinyard1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Two different views, outside, that also shows more of the yard around the east side of the house. I was quite into architecture at the time. Constructed each building out of wood. The large 'cattle shed' on the right was modeled after the real one my Dad constructed across the road, south of the barn... looks just like it. Proportions are a 'bit' off from rest of buildings, but... made at different times, for different reasons. By the way, the house was a very modern design, for the times.... ;-)<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBc0xNg5MiEonw7WC6BeZrA4XlS7flLTjzUAQktxgyyWj9DpcmXz540VIGfYgt_G1iRtvwvs9wsfWpW4yn5cF9-cy61ZCfO3emwnn082WuGNGdsmrPQUczcTe947cOAeNbVW2REb9Zm4/s864/toybuildingsinyard2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="649" data-original-width="864" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBc0xNg5MiEonw7WC6BeZrA4XlS7flLTjzUAQktxgyyWj9DpcmXz540VIGfYgt_G1iRtvwvs9wsfWpW4yn5cF9-cy61ZCfO3emwnn082WuGNGdsmrPQUczcTe947cOAeNbVW2REb9Zm4/s320/toybuildingsinyard2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />P.S. Really amazing these photos survived!!! ;-)<br /><br /><br />See you down the road… ;-) <br /><p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-15672573943395482642020-11-24T03:00:00.007-06:002020-11-24T03:00:01.120-06:00Childhood Images 1947-1948 - 3rd Grade<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Childhood Images 1947-1948 - 3rd Grade</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR89IFmOCeocvHwQRxilpDksBeHMEpbt3K1m3wzuERqoOc8eoGRoTzTBxhU8NJw3pxt1QLgnlLx73IGlEEXgQuWHCeotAhB3nRjqRVgamI7NTCGtC17aUfNZGopeU5PHvOxPh5M4bmt3c/s858/billandwhitey.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="858" data-original-width="586" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR89IFmOCeocvHwQRxilpDksBeHMEpbt3K1m3wzuERqoOc8eoGRoTzTBxhU8NJw3pxt1QLgnlLx73IGlEEXgQuWHCeotAhB3nRjqRVgamI7NTCGtC17aUfNZGopeU5PHvOxPh5M4bmt3c/s320/billandwhitey.jpg" /></a></div>Bill with Whitey - my only dog. He was there for a few years. One day he was no longer there. If my parents knew what became of him, they never told me. Later farm dogs, like Spice, were for the younger boys, not me. For me, there was only Whitey. A second view:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtwQJ-FwK4NLJvj4lpxv9uqLd_y2AgN2DoAQdm17ot3g3Fl_rRHocRllQsG233WD-S_5bqyGNrH9krogTEqt4wWraax7ZbU3bvFsmL3K7Kf-tDaEb4wDNgqI717SZZ_5bbeQuSVC7k4M/s297/2414397.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="297" data-original-width="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtwQJ-FwK4NLJvj4lpxv9uqLd_y2AgN2DoAQdm17ot3g3Fl_rRHocRllQsG233WD-S_5bqyGNrH9krogTEqt4wWraax7ZbU3bvFsmL3K7Kf-tDaEb4wDNgqI717SZZ_5bbeQuSVC7k4M/s0/2414397.gif" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4aK5O8ULcP4o6Zzor5sk31jQnPcYEKzQauHxAueOIwZTzJ9cUcPzeDoQMaB5CPtUooKChijMlpR8mYiSDvLZpgxiaf06GqhMXAyEgFFBP0Lej_0H9vyx3zBJZubv9gYywTx7OZH4mOs/s1606/Billand+the+Cows.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="1606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4aK5O8ULcP4o6Zzor5sk31jQnPcYEKzQauHxAueOIwZTzJ9cUcPzeDoQMaB5CPtUooKChijMlpR8mYiSDvLZpgxiaf06GqhMXAyEgFFBP0Lej_0H9vyx3zBJZubv9gYywTx7OZH4mOs/s320/Billand+the+Cows.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I guess this is where my writing career began. Don’t know when or where it showed up, but it is obviously a story I wrote:<br /><br />“Bill And The Cows<br />One day Bill’s father said to Bill “Will you go look after the cows?” Bill said that he would. He went and got his bike and a book. He rode to the top of a hill. He started to read in about 10 minutes he looked to see where the cows were. He fond (sic) that they had gone on down the hill. He hurried and put them in the lot. THE END”<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihClA2ZLOwoBV9_grLGJrxhWikdQnud_tl4We1VIuSztSsOveYxx8A1nIFmDZl_i2iZgnJKaLOYMHxH_y7dxBA8QUKLNI-cnslB98gBnKBTjx-XYnMV5FXLq1zSMzRJT_6b3aDoBTw7m0/s350/Fall+47+%253F+Willow+%25233.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihClA2ZLOwoBV9_grLGJrxhWikdQnud_tl4We1VIuSztSsOveYxx8A1nIFmDZl_i2iZgnJKaLOYMHxH_y7dxBA8QUKLNI-cnslB98gBnKBTjx-XYnMV5FXLq1zSMzRJT_6b3aDoBTw7m0/s320/Fall+47+%253F+Willow+%25233.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jesse Shirbroun was the teacher at Willow #3 in my 2nd and 3rd Grade, I believe. This photo appears to be in the Fall of 1947 on an occasion where brother Jimmie was visiting. Here is the teacher and her car, alone:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHIk9uHrlQhCsUTfJ3q_dJPzj_jkXC0aJTmRYJgFE9JA8C54KU3EfXI2rSVCTKEWSE6qbVpOIWUUt8x9Ycy6XKUeKqaMjqaIX1Q35rNW6ZWYzoe-Xm47PHgwAbdIsgD_kVzhQLYOfGr4/s910/Jesse+Shirbroun+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="649" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHIk9uHrlQhCsUTfJ3q_dJPzj_jkXC0aJTmRYJgFE9JA8C54KU3EfXI2rSVCTKEWSE6qbVpOIWUUt8x9Ycy6XKUeKqaMjqaIX1Q35rNW6ZWYzoe-Xm47PHgwAbdIsgD_kVzhQLYOfGr4/s320/Jesse+Shirbroun+copy.jpg" /></a></div> <p></p><p>See you down the road… ;-) <br /></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-24065770613792129032020-11-17T03:30:00.002-06:002020-11-17T16:38:54.805-06:00Childhood Photos 1946-47 - 2nd Grade<p> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Childhood Photos 1946-47 - 2nd Grade</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXX934oGKoAGH8e7sKPjfVglY_LdmXH0QcDt2ceActnRJQJb-vpP9_ab1Q5VajlIzO_JCi_DbQTPSHMYwHZ10eiCXxrgKRcElAqh6lH5-dYVsZPenFqhfBkYFqs80BQcj9vX0EkbAs2I/s702/willow3kidsinfrtydclose.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="702" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXX934oGKoAGH8e7sKPjfVglY_LdmXH0QcDt2ceActnRJQJb-vpP9_ab1Q5VajlIzO_JCi_DbQTPSHMYwHZ10eiCXxrgKRcElAqh6lH5-dYVsZPenFqhfBkYFqs80BQcj9vX0EkbAs2I/s320/willow3kidsinfrtydclose.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />On further examination, I think this is still First Grade, perhaps Spring of 1946, because the lady in back on the right is teacher, Mildred Peverstorf, in center, Pat Thomas, and on the left, <span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, system-ui, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Berniece<span> </span></span> Peverstorf (sister of teacher). Youngsters from right to left, Jim Tolsdorf, Dick Hunter, Wilson Thomas, Charlotte Shirbroun, Shirley Woods, Billie Smith, Gary Hunter, Robert Hunter and the last two I just don’t recognize at this time. The photo was taken in our front yard, looking north. This is Willow #3, I count 12, so a couple are missing, but we were always a small school in my experience.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOmxGi-L97j6eNe_wP8fuP1nlU5NBcTI9pxdGlUpIzTZh3VzjWMZFZUABIu4XqI-zoaGHM_0ir6cp5e_4acYHmWc7gc3E_0IsvPiUtFvFVSo-resHWjYHkP0xKB3xaE6hi_HuflWAF5I/s852/Bill7thBD.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="852" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOmxGi-L97j6eNe_wP8fuP1nlU5NBcTI9pxdGlUpIzTZh3VzjWMZFZUABIu4XqI-zoaGHM_0ir6cp5e_4acYHmWc7gc3E_0IsvPiUtFvFVSo-resHWjYHkP0xKB3xaE6hi_HuflWAF5I/s320/Bill7thBD.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Back on track, this is my 7th birthday on July 1, 1946, with Angel Food Cake and tent as primary gift.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6ELp5Vfroa4yRQnlFsAquCsj2gxFDbdvD4plF320LwZ0xVAUWYYMQxZ5CYLNw5h7-PQm29MUCip_SK7HDryF3YkU_BRxrzPCLu18n72H4qLldBjjXK8XYmDgO6z0I-uBOPbRtjmE6Xg/s1218/farmyardkids1947wide.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="1218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6ELp5Vfroa4yRQnlFsAquCsj2gxFDbdvD4plF320LwZ0xVAUWYYMQxZ5CYLNw5h7-PQm29MUCip_SK7HDryF3YkU_BRxrzPCLu18n72H4qLldBjjXK8XYmDgO6z0I-uBOPbRtjmE6Xg/s320/farmyardkids1947wide.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />This is a marvelous photo of the age, a panoramic view!! I am standing behind the tent, Wilson Thomas is with the dog, that I think is actually the first photo of Whitey… my favorite dog. More on that next time. Brother Jim is standing in front. Fall has arrived. Note the car and all the out building. Neat. Light pole in the center of the photo and the yard. Prominent in so many photos.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9wVBPhiKlHvg6PCB_JgKS50LIA3EEJp_q7rZaNSz8Knq6YFDSbJXSn8Lv2mkfRo0Zd7JqxQZdyFFi-e3VpSSheinNudSVe4uqeC8BXQvFF_ZVCkmOhwlDmLIiSlLT0Dp36hWNuUIwoE/s812/Dec41946DennisBDBN.tiff" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="812" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9wVBPhiKlHvg6PCB_JgKS50LIA3EEJp_q7rZaNSz8Knq6YFDSbJXSn8Lv2mkfRo0Zd7JqxQZdyFFi-e3VpSSheinNudSVe4uqeC8BXQvFF_ZVCkmOhwlDmLIiSlLT0Dp36hWNuUIwoE/s320/Dec41946DennisBDBN.tiff" width="320" /></a></div><br />December 4, 1946… another dated photo… love them…an all-time favorite. All my closest friends through these early years. The occasion is the Birthday of Dennis Ford, he was eight years old, a cousin six months older than me; at the Ford farmhouse.<br />From left, Donna Grim, Nancy Bolger (So Sweet!!!), Kay McLaughlin, Wilson Thomas (back), Tom Rees (front), Billie Smith (back), Dennis Ford, Wayne Grim, cousin David Thomas. What a group!! ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIfBC6v8Hgy4YH230btAIBS9xTau7H5qwW2M06P2_Gl8VX1DLZsgM9fTFcaj3P5G10szoOif89bOqw9S4oTaugpAX0tcWRGvSN-5SG5Gd7UdIKYgtUHcItPYSq3qpXei4vcJgc4zj6cQ/s250/46-47%253F+Willow+%25233.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIfBC6v8Hgy4YH230btAIBS9xTau7H5qwW2M06P2_Gl8VX1DLZsgM9fTFcaj3P5G10szoOif89bOqw9S4oTaugpAX0tcWRGvSN-5SG5Gd7UdIKYgtUHcItPYSq3qpXei4vcJgc4zj6cQ/s0/46-47%253F+Willow+%25233.jpg" /></a></div><br />Willow #3 school children along side the school. My guess is spring of 1947. Pat and Beverly in back. Front, from left, Charlotte, Dick, Billie… Wilson Thomas on far right.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_0L4PGg51ysdWT2rE3vtZgJmjClwIHw0Sy5Do384tgvSnVTlivUaE9tiDFjG6iG1vUpZ7j1od7GoSPXXUIiigi-wnKkSnwbJJeDWmBXCRGBUnH7gw7WOt5LQP9l-iXQqnskm7vsno-M/s317/billstrapshair.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_0L4PGg51ysdWT2rE3vtZgJmjClwIHw0Sy5Do384tgvSnVTlivUaE9tiDFjG6iG1vUpZ7j1od7GoSPXXUIiigi-wnKkSnwbJJeDWmBXCRGBUnH7gw7WOt5LQP9l-iXQqnskm7vsno-M/s0/billstrapshair.jpg" /></a></div><br />Don’t know where to put this one. So here it is!! ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAL36ijM-1r1v9P8l6r24lh8UleY1a4A6wQQdng-sL_SkbELHsBeeXybcHB9Jz-H3e9pM3QD_xAoqmPuzrFiVJZzVK3tHBd2bmmztTd4cdgrCfJnMGeQ6gOLWbYHUF5WBpU75s3IsXPL4/s792/jimbillcakecellardoor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="760" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAL36ijM-1r1v9P8l6r24lh8UleY1a4A6wQQdng-sL_SkbELHsBeeXybcHB9Jz-H3e9pM3QD_xAoqmPuzrFiVJZzVK3tHBd2bmmztTd4cdgrCfJnMGeQ6gOLWbYHUF5WBpU75s3IsXPL4/s320/jimbillcakecellardoor.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />I’m putting this as Jimmie’s third birthday in April 1947. All dressed up!! ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZN8GULSMuy9n9Kko-n1sr2LkzBXntp_6fR2tUAUR7xx3JYmUjXaZ54UkNfun679cuzKhVVaZ3MP5-k88wPq6M5Mq7bNmpK6ZJKRHiBv93ULR17ENmAmPsRSyjHUJI9AV91zRk1RCbuo/s258/Kids_and_cars_and_barn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="179" data-original-width="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZN8GULSMuy9n9Kko-n1sr2LkzBXntp_6fR2tUAUR7xx3JYmUjXaZ54UkNfun679cuzKhVVaZ3MP5-k88wPq6M5Mq7bNmpK6ZJKRHiBv93ULR17ENmAmPsRSyjHUJI9AV91zRk1RCbuo/s0/Kids_and_cars_and_barn.jpg" /></a></div><br />With Kinnick’s at the Harvey Place on the Gladden Road north of Coon Rapids where Grandpa and Grandma Kinnick lived for a few years … this where Uncle Buzz returned from Japan after his army service - in 1947.<br />From left, back, Karen, Billie, Kathleen<br />Front, Kelton (approaching 2), Jimmie (3+)<br />Love those cars and barn in the background!! ;-)<br /><br /><br />See your down the road! ;-)<br /> <p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-18188025472763455172020-11-10T03:00:00.013-06:002020-11-11T16:02:02.805-06:00Childhood Photos 1945-46 - 1st Grade<p style="text-align: center;"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Childhood Photos 1945-46 - 1st Grade</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMb5mYB8PEn-GRpXPupL6IklHfNmhze9iSORWLVvAaZO5D8JjqTMj-4jr9PrhW362dhZTLc-VgMDSNnh2XrkT16l47fWflPTa1W_VTzDV1d5-EYGMouNto6zfMj8zvXvAfxFZa6Nz0V4/s592/EileenBillclose.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMb5mYB8PEn-GRpXPupL6IklHfNmhze9iSORWLVvAaZO5D8JjqTMj-4jr9PrhW362dhZTLc-VgMDSNnh2XrkT16l47fWflPTa1W_VTzDV1d5-EYGMouNto6zfMj8zvXvAfxFZa6Nz0V4/s320/EileenBillclose.jpg" /></a></div><br />I can’t be sure exactly when this photo was taken, but I’m going to assume 4-County Fair in Coon Rapids, likely in Summer of 1945, and go from there. I just love this photo!! ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBv3gK_WX9YddFr1bJ2gKy3-G_1gxmM1FV_FKrXKjVxYr0-I5y_qIwNRtr8ejrymfVZeDpyMnuQDI05nQpCrpaTjNq34M4WDv17HdjAEHfoqOm7WwuryHb_h1eY1xRlSMNCKX-pYCjWTo/s294/backporchsmithfarm.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="121" data-original-width="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBv3gK_WX9YddFr1bJ2gKy3-G_1gxmM1FV_FKrXKjVxYr0-I5y_qIwNRtr8ejrymfVZeDpyMnuQDI05nQpCrpaTjNq34M4WDv17HdjAEHfoqOm7WwuryHb_h1eY1xRlSMNCKX-pYCjWTo/s0/backporchsmithfarm.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Again, this was likely a church related party, in the backyard at our farmhouse. Quite a spread. One of few photos we have of this side of the farmhouse in full.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNXClHtCyHO2yZzjUThfCUOqO7ZiTH__-KAINsJJMtVycjKwVCsz2qgxdREg8RGt8t0jsrh7nzDycCuAq51HElCIKO3lOBPsWlsS1b0HgSLAn84QNbLak-CyBC0Kxw2m_9nSjDUH0rUk/s916/BillKathKarguns.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="916" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNXClHtCyHO2yZzjUThfCUOqO7ZiTH__-KAINsJJMtVycjKwVCsz2qgxdREg8RGt8t0jsrh7nzDycCuAq51HElCIKO3lOBPsWlsS1b0HgSLAn84QNbLak-CyBC0Kxw2m_9nSjDUH0rUk/s320/BillKathKarguns.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Billie with first cousins, Kathleen and Karen Kinnick. Interesting background of barn and tractor.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg82_mrgt-9HzPqxfE29JUEXvmnNVvMcMAfKJScdd0cCCuAt5ruKD2t8id5jjYqhx1fZu99hk6MLOZlPnPestGwHcefGMNmixtB2GOT-uufwetk95JHBXbbxWVWtTYnfOJVEgctM93wvhw/s225/2414390.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg82_mrgt-9HzPqxfE29JUEXvmnNVvMcMAfKJScdd0cCCuAt5ruKD2t8id5jjYqhx1fZu99hk6MLOZlPnPestGwHcefGMNmixtB2GOT-uufwetk95JHBXbbxWVWtTYnfOJVEgctM93wvhw/s0/2414390.gif" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Cute photo of brother Jim and I. I do not have an occasion or a date, again. Background interesting again, featuring the garage.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67rI4GTsQMT6qb5BssfmOKabLSgiTeUBAqujznpL4NeCPYkIW6cfJW0AhJJrrk49r98mQRTSevL-mbr6RvZChCXcugmk3uCvnmsTmAo3QtnsthoMdeCLBr6OC5UhSVRLklQv5xuc6dm8/s400/Specially_for_Jim_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67rI4GTsQMT6qb5BssfmOKabLSgiTeUBAqujznpL4NeCPYkIW6cfJW0AhJJrrk49r98mQRTSevL-mbr6RvZChCXcugmk3uCvnmsTmAo3QtnsthoMdeCLBr6OC5UhSVRLklQv5xuc6dm8/s320/Specially_for_Jim_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />This one features Mom and Jim, again… quite the pose! Again, consider the background, the buildings, the car... as World War II was ending, as well, time-wise! ;-)<br /><br />When school started in the fall, I had the same teacher, neighbor Mildred Peverstorf. Here is the announcement in the paper:<br /><br />75 Years Ago - The Coon Rapids Enterprise<br />August 24, 1945<br />The three rural schools in Willow township, Greene County, will be taught by Coon Rapids<br />girls this year. Mildred Pevestorf at No. 3, Etta Scott Fick at No. 4 and Ruth Pfieffer at No. 9.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNovdEtl2muU00djn0F4ZOifTpVl4O3-RhFKJPNMkDq-C32LNP8MKIQYaSPpvwVrJvHM6ZIm8DjmXQwJZxRE3aN1GrS2tMH38QnAcrZJQYsAUGDiWv9ntRlIVTBJKJErNM7WFbXckflc/s342/jimbillwinter4546.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="261" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNovdEtl2muU00djn0F4ZOifTpVl4O3-RhFKJPNMkDq-C32LNP8MKIQYaSPpvwVrJvHM6ZIm8DjmXQwJZxRE3aN1GrS2tMH38QnAcrZJQYsAUGDiWv9ntRlIVTBJKJErNM7WFbXckflc/s320/jimbillwinter4546.jpg" /></a></div><br />Jim and I in Winter attire, again, note Barn and Crib behind.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1w6uj9wgoVu9T9_lMr40jqfk1qc8FM-bdtlNEkChuVTVDNEeJXamEfYJBdZ825GLMh04AHjAkh8qSNnCLBfRdtIJOFv6kUihrqnVkooc-LFNwTdz91qq1NQBu6X1n0Fu8WcijJcaEeI/s400/newM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1w6uj9wgoVu9T9_lMr40jqfk1qc8FM-bdtlNEkChuVTVDNEeJXamEfYJBdZ825GLMh04AHjAkh8qSNnCLBfRdtIJOFv6kUihrqnVkooc-LFNwTdz91qq1NQBu6X1n0Fu8WcijJcaEeI/s320/newM.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Dad got the “new” - to him - Farmall M - that is Jim with him - I think this was Feb 1946. But, the most important element of this photo is just behind Dad, above the tire... the old front porch was replaced by a wonderful new indoor bathroom... complete with tub and toilet!! Also, a 'front door' that never worked out that way!! ;-) Little things mean a lot! ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxXgs58EvACvOVGCl1zwJqFDm21Tnh9ocf79f-q8AZn2YWMGKC8agiTBjfOIhC-Y_RM9SsKVcd9tv8DgMhSo-G0jIKjYWgN5e07JmvfWzAv8WaBYIISAlJLTYhvF6ARG7EU-WPlyK6lZE/s218/Star_Kids__1946_perhaps.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="130" data-original-width="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxXgs58EvACvOVGCl1zwJqFDm21Tnh9ocf79f-q8AZn2YWMGKC8agiTBjfOIhC-Y_RM9SsKVcd9tv8DgMhSo-G0jIKjYWgN5e07JmvfWzAv8WaBYIISAlJLTYhvF6ARG7EU-WPlyK6lZE/s0/Star_Kids__1946_perhaps.jpg" /></a></div><br />This is likely Bible School, June 1946. Nancy sitting in front of me. I’m second from right, standing, if you cannot tell. <p></p><p>NOTE: As a reminder, compiling these black and white photos from this era is an exercise for me and my family. I'm sharing it widely, and I hope each of you find it interesting and worth our time to view, but, it is mostly for my gratification. Thank you.</p><p><br /></p><p>See you down the road... ;-)<br /></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-58597240986720686462020-11-03T03:00:00.013-06:002020-11-03T12:32:43.002-06:00Childhood Photos - 1944-45<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Childhood Photos - 1944-45</span></p><p>Moving ahead, I’ve slid to ‘school-year’ periods. Some photos are dated, which helps. Others, I’ve made my best guess (may be a year or so off). Big thing I’m learning from these exercises is how normal my childhood really was… I was not really isolated on the farm. Our family did all sorts of things. I should have fully realized from Mom’s diaries, but I’m just now “getting it.” Live and learn! <br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD80mHt_sGQRwOa8WIFv7q1J1kNgwac-Y2UpwACyZ1ZSKQA9dIXTrFqN7KDFO91vIr8R6g8FRhCLIqhNilPX9UBJDSEswW3nmxlWehjvDri3YKg9R4_7-kn3E6rOdFfk_LEkK8N0h3UI/s133/eileenjimmie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="133" data-original-width="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD80mHt_sGQRwOa8WIFv7q1J1kNgwac-Y2UpwACyZ1ZSKQA9dIXTrFqN7KDFO91vIr8R6g8FRhCLIqhNilPX9UBJDSEswW3nmxlWehjvDri3YKg9R4_7-kn3E6rOdFfk_LEkK8N0h3UI/s0/eileenjimmie.jpg" /></a></div><br />First big change was that a brother, Jim, or Jimmie, at the time, arrived in April of 1944.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI49_WlKQZ2AGGEOONm92uQ4jhRMvaq3AeMuWM1PC1t95WMyK_xB_pribiCHV3kLLjH30Ak8pegAObPfyVIQ3f2f7zEe5_A-8RHaTSGCQK-fFrtbKTJmrYPsf0ZLFXxXkZj34LVweA58/s316/1jul44.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI49_WlKQZ2AGGEOONm92uQ4jhRMvaq3AeMuWM1PC1t95WMyK_xB_pribiCHV3kLLjH30Ak8pegAObPfyVIQ3f2f7zEe5_A-8RHaTSGCQK-fFrtbKTJmrYPsf0ZLFXxXkZj34LVweA58/s0/1jul44.jpg" /></a></div>Again, I had a birthday angel food cake, that year…5 years old, 1 Jul 1944..<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98nw_wr4z0PACq-uI9Cymhb0t1ziD6LjTYIr1i89-RnTAsf5h1HgXi1L_-JKVZwKYJZdHk2zVZ1dVIb1HKF1QFhhQcSIrm-62g-yaim9XzyqcBlgthIXN4yKrUYdd-runpBoucqjYBqM/s846/BillNancyChurchgroup.tiff" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="846" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98nw_wr4z0PACq-uI9Cymhb0t1ziD6LjTYIr1i89-RnTAsf5h1HgXi1L_-JKVZwKYJZdHk2zVZ1dVIb1HKF1QFhhQcSIrm-62g-yaim9XzyqcBlgthIXN4yKrUYdd-runpBoucqjYBqM/s320/BillNancyChurchgroup.tiff" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Click on photo to get larger image</span><br /></p><p>After Kindergarten, June 1945 I assume, we had our first Vacation Bible School at the Star Church. Lots of familiar faces, even brother Jimmie on the shoulders of one of the Ford twins, just left of center, back row! Nancy and I are 2nd and 3rd from the left, side by side, for the first time in a photo. Donna Grim is on the left of Nancy, Kay McLaughlin to my right, then Charlotte Shirbroun. Roberta Ford behind Nancy. Moving right, Donna Gymer, Donna Ford, Ford twins, ??, DonnaBelle Shirbroun. Far right, Joan Bowman and Bob Bolger in overalls. Dave Thomas in sweater. Dwight Brown. Many others!! ;-)<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ozylxrJHu1VwhdtGeeSbP6-PasnTAvxicf277e37JUu2JXSqEdR0xX4MfX9yyNcgw36KJorjohBdRJaGoRqcTIVdRu5HoN6w30v9YYpxElvGDue4-gRZ7Neivs3WqyIsG443U_YNJu8/s231/firsttogether.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="231" data-original-width="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ozylxrJHu1VwhdtGeeSbP6-PasnTAvxicf277e37JUu2JXSqEdR0xX4MfX9yyNcgw36KJorjohBdRJaGoRqcTIVdRu5HoN6w30v9YYpxElvGDue4-gRZ7Neivs3WqyIsG443U_YNJu8/s0/firsttogether.jpg" /></a></div><br />Larry Johnson did a nice job of isolating us. Love this image!!! ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aElUG59ELoF7q4l7sTmz50kMxQb0Buo7hUPT0f1NcySrPvM0GccDS6MbCOYPeeOE_EFlaJnKZzY-Aqrzp5IchhPCAwWDpW0KVYNYsVWyn-s7O-dEBtyuqeYXyC95R8RDtlZmprU2tC0/s333/15jul45.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aElUG59ELoF7q4l7sTmz50kMxQb0Buo7hUPT0f1NcySrPvM0GccDS6MbCOYPeeOE_EFlaJnKZzY-Aqrzp5IchhPCAwWDpW0KVYNYsVWyn-s7O-dEBtyuqeYXyC95R8RDtlZmprU2tC0/s320/15jul45.jpg" /></a></div><br />Sorensen family gathering at Louise and Rasmus Nielsen home south of Bayard… kids lined up:<br />Jimmie, Judy, Billy, Marie, Darrell, Winona. 15 July 1945.<br /><br /><br />See you down the road… ;-) <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-15787463116613861562020-10-27T03:00:00.002-05:002020-10-27T13:05:38.966-05:00The year 1943 and me - in photos<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The year 1943 and me - in photos</span></p><p><br />This was the last year before I started to school. It began with what has now become a familiar photo - the first one I have of Nancy and I together in the same photo - dated 14 Jan 1943:<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuCAAID-okVLhvocUeVy3CNON_WQitemDjX9KLz3wlwqtCqOGchtKRRo4Vjl3vMXMK88L1pb4TOgjvrHx8jQd3B6ohlYG5NzkUkq3vQ0_u2DwJk2-_1NanvWBDhN6xUP8sso9xD5rvug/s300/14jan1943.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuCAAID-okVLhvocUeVy3CNON_WQitemDjX9KLz3wlwqtCqOGchtKRRo4Vjl3vMXMK88L1pb4TOgjvrHx8jQd3B6ohlYG5NzkUkq3vQ0_u2DwJk2-_1NanvWBDhN6xUP8sso9xD5rvug/s0/14jan1943.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Bob, Bill, Roger, Barbara, Carolyn, Nancy</span><br /></p><p>This was at a gathering of Grandma Kinnick’s Sorensen relatives. I love it, but my Mom, Eileen, always hated it, because she had her hair in curlers to look good later in the day… while the visitors were all dressed already (Especially her cousins from California!). She is right behind me just left of center.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQFFwS6qIbz7sJayT-TGphc3IcG61gmLZ_EAehymkXV6NGHPRkBColAOMejXJAlQJDQfip1NIRZ8PD44juT26hxOD6MeADZKnwBQuhv_u-O2WNsUh3Q43Eu5KGoJxLg8MIsYa0OoVBlA/s326/2414412.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQFFwS6qIbz7sJayT-TGphc3IcG61gmLZ_EAehymkXV6NGHPRkBColAOMejXJAlQJDQfip1NIRZ8PD44juT26hxOD6MeADZKnwBQuhv_u-O2WNsUh3Q43Eu5KGoJxLg8MIsYa0OoVBlA/s320/2414412.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />This was a typical gathering at the Leo Kinnick residence, mid-year I am guessing. I’m lower left, holding my Dad’s hand. Cousin Dennis Ford is to the right, looking at Leo.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQOIyP3t3FV7mriHjF71_R54fdxyDL_-B8o8zBZxx0vKAVKSwj7cPoufEurYAuaog19ybpqTgcifxVjejM1HmcZeolXVx78awXJQ0eDD6gFaGfCwHIPVFhIc11Z8aT0pIgf8pUdz2Ilk/s339/2414405.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQOIyP3t3FV7mriHjF71_R54fdxyDL_-B8o8zBZxx0vKAVKSwj7cPoufEurYAuaog19ybpqTgcifxVjejM1HmcZeolXVx78awXJQ0eDD6gFaGfCwHIPVFhIc11Z8aT0pIgf8pUdz2Ilk/s320/2414405.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Here is my birthday photo, assume I got the trike bike for my 4th birthday:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI03J5FdrV88xk6mWOnbDXewCUFLmN_U3dsDY2VlczhFMw7-W87w3sLCH2qhSooscvvWGBS-YoBiEBYMtygS5zFOtX9sN9l1O1QaSYA4Uj2XQ2aQeXjND6U-hmpiN0UP5niNHnXvREOaI/s864/Bill4thBD43.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="608" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI03J5FdrV88xk6mWOnbDXewCUFLmN_U3dsDY2VlczhFMw7-W87w3sLCH2qhSooscvvWGBS-YoBiEBYMtygS5zFOtX9sN9l1O1QaSYA4Uj2XQ2aQeXjND6U-hmpiN0UP5niNHnXvREOaI/s320/Bill4thBD43.jpg" /></a></div><br />Here is my next favorite photo of the year, with Mom, Buzz (Freshman in High School), and me in the fall, on the road just south of the house, looking east:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirN2uNjEcA4nD6ZWk3-oZJVydCyjTpR6xxpL56ciN4X1aR9arym2ZgtXsIXYGaEipwAL3ywiXjYGuLX4KJeD88nO4ONjRHdoVc6jpvfcJnEBB5Pr0OT8k0L5BId5nU64C13QI7SYbbddg/s284/3workers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="284" data-original-width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirN2uNjEcA4nD6ZWk3-oZJVydCyjTpR6xxpL56ciN4X1aR9arym2ZgtXsIXYGaEipwAL3ywiXjYGuLX4KJeD88nO4ONjRHdoVc6jpvfcJnEBB5Pr0OT8k0L5BId5nU64C13QI7SYbbddg/s0/3workers.jpg" /></a></div><br />Families are Forever! ;-)<p></p><p>See you down the road...</p><p><br /></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-80009243579658011982020-10-23T03:00:00.001-05:002020-10-23T03:00:03.320-05:00Trip to Austin, 15-19 October 2020<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trip to Austin, 15-19 October 2020</span><br /></p><p><br />I was able to spend Oct 15-19 in Austin visiting Arrion, Ben, Alex and Kaylee. It was an excellent trip, all around. We mostly just spent time together. Neat, huh?!<br /><br />I took Kaylee a scarf that Annette had noticed that Nancy had used regularly when Annette was young. Annette especially remembered it from Nancy wearing it over curlers… when did you last wear curlers?? If anyone has a photo with Nancy wearing this scarf, <b>we would love to have a copy</b>!! ;-)<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0AxlNXskQS5CSWIpzBUx4gx7sANGeGFHTmV05rXMVarbJ-8oR66YtvMwLl-RHF8xxX3eajW6fU7ySUURLxGLRIYxGc2vZRpelaIDpQ6TaBw17YkTTTO9sh6sLkpVNJafviACDmWaqrI/s1067/Kayleescarf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0AxlNXskQS5CSWIpzBUx4gx7sANGeGFHTmV05rXMVarbJ-8oR66YtvMwLl-RHF8xxX3eajW6fU7ySUURLxGLRIYxGc2vZRpelaIDpQ6TaBw17YkTTTO9sh6sLkpVNJafviACDmWaqrI/s320/Kayleescarf.jpg" /></a></div><br />Bandit and I got reacquainted. He gets all excited upon arrival, but then settles in and treated me as a regular family member, after a bit. Here he is begging for attention.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqs522A3u1nyuLV_5-TzRwLzjFe5E46G14DCY-Bj-Q4YIEVn7Gxivu9jToHwoBoKJY-umwBXs0u3k7p270DM95os3dJ4Q3BHgDTPBlfFWfHbJP1omjxh9GLJBbnn5bWtVZSm7LvNHNn_o/s1067/banditnear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqs522A3u1nyuLV_5-TzRwLzjFe5E46G14DCY-Bj-Q4YIEVn7Gxivu9jToHwoBoKJY-umwBXs0u3k7p270DM95os3dJ4Q3BHgDTPBlfFWfHbJP1omjxh9GLJBbnn5bWtVZSm7LvNHNn_o/s320/banditnear.jpg" /></a></div><br />Here, he is social distancing in his own way… most of the time.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisunaf3cZo5VUfR6ZR04CU6GQgTApBsOVuXJlWUsBtqHeBlO0b0sExAouABgLRxdlE1K2gU6xrx6V6vupzpzL_fclKFFsETfBDhpDxSdFuTsDMgHEyaxmNK9_YFrIwRb30jQFUtbfJAj4/s2016/banditfar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisunaf3cZo5VUfR6ZR04CU6GQgTApBsOVuXJlWUsBtqHeBlO0b0sExAouABgLRxdlE1K2gU6xrx6V6vupzpzL_fclKFFsETfBDhpDxSdFuTsDMgHEyaxmNK9_YFrIwRb30jQFUtbfJAj4/s320/banditfar.jpg" /></a></div><br />We only went out, for a few minutes, to visit the local pumpkin patch at the church next to the high school (I posted this earlier on Facebook). I stayed in the car, but enjoyed seeing the upgrades at the high school.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYhjhzfkNLSoqJomp2i1oowzHIBnib3yfkdRfNUUqMZUdp_-eMkmkLGjK4ipqTaktq8jLE3Jye81wCjEhynqAT6PudMSGjzsA4hrIxxh728HciRarOIyqucmP30PSjXROXNXbm4WLH5U/s1067/pumpkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYhjhzfkNLSoqJomp2i1oowzHIBnib3yfkdRfNUUqMZUdp_-eMkmkLGjK4ipqTaktq8jLE3Jye81wCjEhynqAT6PudMSGjzsA4hrIxxh728HciRarOIyqucmP30PSjXROXNXbm4WLH5U/s320/pumpkin.jpg" /></a></div><br />Before I left, I got ‘formal’ photos of us together:<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLSHhyofVul4mo40JobUQKkPcHro-PfYwH8qiA6VUCh1d56Bq50mS0XWDz98BpVZ69_B_pDvKoPMNo_s1cfkaHRAuUtjhyphenhyphen2x0tc0jAQr-eRSe0qY8avdj6IQmGajq4N9LsMgao5oYwSU/s1067/Alex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLSHhyofVul4mo40JobUQKkPcHro-PfYwH8qiA6VUCh1d56Bq50mS0XWDz98BpVZ69_B_pDvKoPMNo_s1cfkaHRAuUtjhyphenhyphen2x0tc0jAQr-eRSe0qY8avdj6IQmGajq4N9LsMgao5oYwSU/s320/Alex.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Alex was 16 last spring, now a Junior in High School.</p><p style="text-align: center;">He continues to grow, as I shrink... ;-)<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCh1kHBFe1vouEpV93QvF4rVSGHMYnQuPwgD781ODMzW-j21tR45WYYJf55T755iacopIXuR80jzeX2fhNeopiNIAIkoWou1qmCo8viqEdwLjuJZeMe3foDQXlQ1-SqSqZ_qQPZ_94VOw/s1067/Kayleeme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCh1kHBFe1vouEpV93QvF4rVSGHMYnQuPwgD781ODMzW-j21tR45WYYJf55T755iacopIXuR80jzeX2fhNeopiNIAIkoWou1qmCo8viqEdwLjuJZeMe3foDQXlQ1-SqSqZ_qQPZ_94VOw/s320/Kayleeme.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Kaylee becomes an official teenager in a couple of weeks.</p><p style="text-align: center;">She is in 7th Grade in Middle School.</p><p style="text-align: center;">She is studying Classical Guitar, and plays really well!! ;-)<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NdtSIV4Zwmchy5XLPXRUkSyRFIMrDFpyiShPPf0R2bFlwbdtGxcTxZJ2pv03l0yjVChfxYI3YeCFSkig3umJnpKi0aixN3SW_t4QQu8USI4wyNqhwQcPxhe76pwUZ1bIirC8mWFhhFk/s1067/ArrionBen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NdtSIV4Zwmchy5XLPXRUkSyRFIMrDFpyiShPPf0R2bFlwbdtGxcTxZJ2pv03l0yjVChfxYI3YeCFSkig3umJnpKi0aixN3SW_t4QQu8USI4wyNqhwQcPxhe76pwUZ1bIirC8mWFhhFk/s320/ArrionBen.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">These photos are on the new Screened in Patio that </p><p style="text-align: center;">Arrion and Ben have added and enjoyed so much.</p><p style="text-align: center;">It is really neat!! TV, lots of seating, wet bar and barbecue...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">See you down the road...</p><p style="text-align: left;">Families are Forever!! ;-)<br /></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-32247125997490482852020-10-22T03:00:00.012-05:002020-10-22T03:00:03.224-05:00Smiths Family Group Photo from 1938<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Smiths Family Group Photo from 1938</span></p><p><br /><br />Earlier, we’ve looked at the Smith family group in <a href=" https://thehomeplaceseries.blogspot.com/2020/10/the-origin-of-homeplace.html" target="_blank">1923</a>, <a href="https://drbilltellsancestorstories.blogspot.com/2020/10/4-jul-1946-smith-family-gathering.html" target="_blank">1946,</a> and <a href="https://drbilltellsancestorstories.blogspot.com/2020/10/smith-siblings-dads-at-homeplace.html" target="_blank">1955</a>. Here is the same grouping (nearly) in 1938. <br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAbohgfnD1e1CcLqqgczoDI-FRCUBOzDqZIUgn1tfqzJfUEbJTKswwoVWrAzwAr4CWmmDTE1G-xHswDJBLaweTk5pofxaWsNRMZoHsG9hJSpykv_buUc_VbYAOHwSp7AY6jl7u0Lpwdg/s350/Smiths_1938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAbohgfnD1e1CcLqqgczoDI-FRCUBOzDqZIUgn1tfqzJfUEbJTKswwoVWrAzwAr4CWmmDTE1G-xHswDJBLaweTk5pofxaWsNRMZoHsG9hJSpykv_buUc_VbYAOHwSp7AY6jl7u0Lpwdg/s320/Smiths_1938.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Individual ID's are a challenge here: From the right, Orrin and Max (holding Gary) Hilgenberg; Pete and Eileen, Pop (he died the following year). I believe we have half-brother, Grant Ballard and his wife, Rita, next. Merle Bower in back, Betty Smith in front. Then Toots in the back, with Verle Thomas (in back) and LVene. Then Irene in front and Pauline (Polly) at the far left. That seemed work. Big group. <br /></p><p>I also came across this photo of “The Homeplace” farmhouse:<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-v0dr90gY5F3kF59hCtsI6fknw5-LyFnSTubmm8j4-S26Qh_67vbhRt-VV6X8b1q9GTbEcazq6N4uVOjjx3DO5L56tuH21zTiUAHwU_aiwmR7ifuEJx1Wn-mtm-gJM5pSyEA6TVDkzA/s1405/smithhomeplacefront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1405" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-v0dr90gY5F3kF59hCtsI6fknw5-LyFnSTubmm8j4-S26Qh_67vbhRt-VV6X8b1q9GTbEcazq6N4uVOjjx3DO5L56tuH21zTiUAHwU_aiwmR7ifuEJx1Wn-mtm-gJM5pSyEA6TVDkzA/s320/smithhomeplacefront.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Also, in this view of the farm, from the air, notice the farmhouse…<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmR64XdLO3_GFn7K1N0h5phyphenhyphenYyMjaJzdgT5E4wECe2Te6MWiCmf7aJdn8s3RX3tQSFHYADGZgoetq1a1-Olz3e0YsgT475vFyazba9BujkoyeYS23vGNYHtShHade-ireHMDGqUWMLywU/s1430/smithhomeplacefarm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="990" data-original-width="1430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmR64XdLO3_GFn7K1N0h5phyphenhyphenYyMjaJzdgT5E4wECe2Te6MWiCmf7aJdn8s3RX3tQSFHYADGZgoetq1a1-Olz3e0YsgT475vFyazba9BujkoyeYS23vGNYHtShHade-ireHMDGqUWMLywU/s320/smithhomeplacefarm.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Families are Forever! ;-) <br /><p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-65841474250427265062020-10-20T03:00:00.003-05:002020-10-20T03:00:02.107-05:00The year 1942 and me - in photos<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> The year 1942 and me - in photos</span></p><p><br /><br />Last week <a href="https://drbillonretirement.blogspot.com/2020/10/the-year-of-1941-and-me-in-photos.html" target="_blank">we looked at 1941</a>. In Mar 1942, we moved to the farm that Mom and Dad bought and where I lived the rest of my youth.<br /><br />In this first image, cousin Karen and I are checking out the qualify of the soil, in March, it appears:<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7p2qrIvsXSWFvvEnzCgucUSKC02Ay-Y9aPyFM375JPcY0BcLHsHE6-qSKNf_1oqhvkGtOwxlR-U9pojStl6oXqiE0jzG7GOU0gjWZooJf5p3NMeTvDsPbvXNfGksahhyphenhyphenQcq7zy0xjak/s200/22mar1942.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="124" data-original-width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7p2qrIvsXSWFvvEnzCgucUSKC02Ay-Y9aPyFM375JPcY0BcLHsHE6-qSKNf_1oqhvkGtOwxlR-U9pojStl6oXqiE0jzG7GOU0gjWZooJf5p3NMeTvDsPbvXNfGksahhyphenhyphenQcq7zy0xjak/s0/22mar1942.jpg" /></a></div><br />In one of my more infamous photos, in May, I’m leading the chickens away from the chicken coop, it appears. In the High School Prophesy, they suggested I would be a chicken farmer… has haunted me all my life! ;-)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMD5fpD1wxRTyPaqA5bLbxvoZ4XjLm2hGMfYXw6FmfYd35UBZgkXiMROaiArvn9Z1IHD7aE5vZ5SbpbSAKwYYhli0XntT2EWJe5H7E-s-b5P6WRrUl6kS1y4YB7yQnn7tynsvxMKgbbU/s273/May+1942chickens.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="273" data-original-width="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMD5fpD1wxRTyPaqA5bLbxvoZ4XjLm2hGMfYXw6FmfYd35UBZgkXiMROaiArvn9Z1IHD7aE5vZ5SbpbSAKwYYhli0XntT2EWJe5H7E-s-b5P6WRrUl6kS1y4YB7yQnn7tynsvxMKgbbU/s0/May+1942chickens.png" /></a></div><br />In July, Uncle Buzzy and cousin Dave Thomas and I check out the yard east of the house, in front of the “Wash House!” It was already there, and we mostly used it for storage during my years there:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRX3KJmrXHMCc_P9rCNvQqNeUoU46JrzT-hlwKmVk6-bFNbufeh4uEhVcpOYAdWoozGdxNPsl9U5JNLHYLvTS_N7H6UWJnVu1YAYp9TCT0yykKIAIPOZ8RecNx3jNn5uHoVVhGdVTxuc/s245/Jul+1942+Dave__Billie__Buzz_playing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="245" data-original-width="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRX3KJmrXHMCc_P9rCNvQqNeUoU46JrzT-hlwKmVk6-bFNbufeh4uEhVcpOYAdWoozGdxNPsl9U5JNLHYLvTS_N7H6UWJnVu1YAYp9TCT0yykKIAIPOZ8RecNx3jNn5uHoVVhGdVTxuc/s0/Jul+1942+Dave__Billie__Buzz_playing.jpg" /></a></div><br />In August, with Grandma Kinnick, cousins Karen and Kathleen, in her back yard in town:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEici6zr37Tp9uGcupXIBLPtuCLxWwKzU9NBwNfY0GA_311hYLw-9WLxCOcT59IfP0e-XLdKXZtnFEQiAsbV68CSmcUaTy-4c289FbNWp2vfcw_LW5E1auvf-9PL3DBZTBXVM1SX-T3_TR8/s300/16aug1942.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEici6zr37Tp9uGcupXIBLPtuCLxWwKzU9NBwNfY0GA_311hYLw-9WLxCOcT59IfP0e-XLdKXZtnFEQiAsbV68CSmcUaTy-4c289FbNWp2vfcw_LW5E1auvf-9PL3DBZTBXVM1SX-T3_TR8/s0/16aug1942.jpg" /></a></div><br />This one is obviously dated 18 Oct 1942… I do not know the occasion:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9H_QRa2wK84cb77qcF_tcEG5rnz6bv9zcj6nJ1-uL-OFMQtm_SmU4VGNTGU0N0MkSgwOuUPyDDkWqxyEn_idvaLv-dZsvbItgGE-6FylRPpWws7Jvi8eQvdOWmFLsqjuTttHkFnbXdk/s338/18oct1942.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9H_QRa2wK84cb77qcF_tcEG5rnz6bv9zcj6nJ1-uL-OFMQtm_SmU4VGNTGU0N0MkSgwOuUPyDDkWqxyEn_idvaLv-dZsvbItgGE-6FylRPpWws7Jvi8eQvdOWmFLsqjuTttHkFnbXdk/s320/18oct1942.jpg" /></a></div><br />I do not have a date on this one at family gathering:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1rg6J9rpZW4eVq3S9sByvx-h8dArjnirWzTGGzp8UZTG1fO6dNbarahr92Uz2q_CK-63s87VyXPkLKSc9wRRWIFTjAVjO6Vk_ODnskzRKTRvHf-p9CdWrjiRVvDs7mXVwgjkNlPHsuM/s206/2414406.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="147" data-original-width="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1rg6J9rpZW4eVq3S9sByvx-h8dArjnirWzTGGzp8UZTG1fO6dNbarahr92Uz2q_CK-63s87VyXPkLKSc9wRRWIFTjAVjO6Vk_ODnskzRKTRvHf-p9CdWrjiRVvDs7mXVwgjkNlPHsuM/s0/2414406.jpg" /></a></div><br />Finally, the one on the woven stool…still have that stool, by the way… my artifact for my ancestors:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkFq07heCRKadC-eFKZ4a7-0T4yGwcUpOFJzVaNljkAs6u7Hrz1TDoo4D96r9nV6y3ZwVTNjOLja5RzXVAzv3j3X38kNAOjW4bmeWgzJaGlVDTbDb8kVT3pLN9pYKDdMBF1KkPnQhFBs/s286/2414378.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkFq07heCRKadC-eFKZ4a7-0T4yGwcUpOFJzVaNljkAs6u7Hrz1TDoo4D96r9nV6y3ZwVTNjOLja5RzXVAzv3j3X38kNAOjW4bmeWgzJaGlVDTbDb8kVT3pLN9pYKDdMBF1KkPnQhFBs/s0/2414378.gif" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Families are Forever! ;-)<br /><br /> <p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-30103253141584265442020-10-13T03:00:00.007-05:002020-10-13T03:00:05.316-05:00The year of 1941 and me - in photos<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The year of 1941 and me - in photos</span></p><p><br />Earlier, last week, we looked at some <a href="https://drbillonretirement.blogspot.com/2020/10/my-first-year-1939-1940.html" target="_blank">photos from 1939-1940, my first 18 months on this earth</a>.<br /><br />Today, we will look at four photos from the year 1941. If I should find more, I’ll add them.<br /><br />Skip to mid-year, I had my usual birthday on July 1, with angel food cake. Note we are now living on ‘the Anderson place’ over on the county line between Carroll and Greene counties. We were a mile and half south and a mile east of the Star Church corner. A mile east and half a mile south of the Smith Homeplace.<br /><br />I seem to be in social isolation… not much has changed in 79 years, is seems. This was birthday number 2: <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdVOu4JX4QmGb6ZRiQOHBKJmMSnVwJOTEpbygtv6Vt_vPVCV9ti_y9QJMuWNWZyONXpJ3lhF0F5aTdhLNxdDB8scGNiG0WNDgs_tCVMzAc-yXXA3lOUR7isYUMwMGVsPoQPzrlA5lHqE/s300/1jul1941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="166" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdVOu4JX4QmGb6ZRiQOHBKJmMSnVwJOTEpbygtv6Vt_vPVCV9ti_y9QJMuWNWZyONXpJ3lhF0F5aTdhLNxdDB8scGNiG0WNDgs_tCVMzAc-yXXA3lOUR7isYUMwMGVsPoQPzrlA5lHqE/s0/1jul1941.jpg" /></a></div> <p></p><p>This one seems to be in the fall on a cool day. Is that a truck I got for my birthday? Who knows? Is that our 1934 Chevy back there??? ;-)<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIA9e7BVn_X4-yLwNF-fX78KqfTnkMeFeNEyKe1TykN_7rWVGfOqeN98xh8GuSvpoCZFAhgus5kbzhNcrvtsS_I2UwhsM8xEkpLW7QgUdJW7VYRjkohnKNjx_Gs8hLbYZRUQav8pR6fMM/s151/Billie41.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="97" data-original-width="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIA9e7BVn_X4-yLwNF-fX78KqfTnkMeFeNEyKe1TykN_7rWVGfOqeN98xh8GuSvpoCZFAhgus5kbzhNcrvtsS_I2UwhsM8xEkpLW7QgUdJW7VYRjkohnKNjx_Gs8hLbYZRUQav8pR6fMM/s0/Billie41.png" /></a></div><br />First formal photo - Bill holding a Ball!! How about that outfit???<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYahmCRpS76rol45hclcxqqX6XHJnoRwGSdSWFHqvuA8qhWc_Z8AFdc0eGZttkBj_JVh8iz-BLa5LfbFg9UVR3YgZD8j0G7pqfe12BJv1aLJlhfDnbxMW8jjFvOYaMjd2w3ZUgnZJnAs/s458/billiewball41%253F.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYahmCRpS76rol45hclcxqqX6XHJnoRwGSdSWFHqvuA8qhWc_Z8AFdc0eGZttkBj_JVh8iz-BLa5LfbFg9UVR3YgZD8j0G7pqfe12BJv1aLJlhfDnbxMW8jjFvOYaMjd2w3ZUgnZJnAs/s320/billiewball41%253F.jpg" /></a></div><br />This final one is at Thanksgiving - still warm, it appears, in Lohrville… coming to life, it seems…<br />Girls allowed in this one, as well… progress?<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimR3MRrAxz8IQUfhzj_pgUAQzKbh4u4qk572nhTqqZ0YIS6j-e-X3FfpXkw8BitfvT_jdveg4s8QUG3YFOf6RQwY_yPVrj5w2sQfui5Lbe5n10uR75E2vCjLDZNPERTM5JTNlWPPFYDTk/s250/thanksgleos1941.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="172" data-original-width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimR3MRrAxz8IQUfhzj_pgUAQzKbh4u4qk572nhTqqZ0YIS6j-e-X3FfpXkw8BitfvT_jdveg4s8QUG3YFOf6RQwY_yPVrj5w2sQfui5Lbe5n10uR75E2vCjLDZNPERTM5JTNlWPPFYDTk/s0/thanksgleos1941.jpg" /></a></div><br />I think that is cousin Karen on the left, by the tire, and a neighbor girl on the right...we are in a town, not just family in the afternoon, following Thanksgiving dinner with family.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Families are Forever! ;-)</b><br /></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-44850961262533397192020-10-12T03:00:00.001-05:002020-10-12T03:00:10.288-05:00State MYF Involvement<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">State MYF Involvement</span></p><p><br />As has been mentioned many times, Nancy and I both grew up involved in and around the Star Methodist Church (and she attended Star School across the road from the church). She lived closer to the church than I did, but my Dad grew up a mile south of the Star School/Church corner, and attended school there through 8th grade. His family was active in the Church, as well (a story for another time). My Mom had been active in the Coon Rapids Methodist Church (the two churches were one ‘charge’ - had one minister who served both). It was natural that when they married, they were both very much involved in Star Church. Therefore, I was active in Star Methodist Church, as well.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbbKvYjC9Z-XxAXCASRolsAd-sObCdhP5gb1b2XCOYeVgcyGOoYJMPPuqVwshwuoIDbTkPNgdRfpbVzUp0w7_ta9E4WrNwad5zzIwr8qRZvvyFb96dDBBltbSDtUpmPXJ-tlEjn1hT0c/s400/Star+Church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbbKvYjC9Z-XxAXCASRolsAd-sObCdhP5gb1b2XCOYeVgcyGOoYJMPPuqVwshwuoIDbTkPNgdRfpbVzUp0w7_ta9E4WrNwad5zzIwr8qRZvvyFb96dDBBltbSDtUpmPXJ-tlEjn1hT0c/s320/Star+Church.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Star Church (with Star School building attached as Fellowship Hall)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">My Dad walked along sidewalk!! <br /></span></p><p>As a family, we attended a state-wide ‘family camp’ the summer between my 8th Grade and High School (again, a story for another time). I went to ‘church camp’ each summer of my High School years. Our churches were part of Districts with a number of other churches, with a District Superintendent. These then were under a half-state Conference, the South Iowa Conference. This was the primary church administrative unit… where ministers were appointed from, each June. There was an Annual Conference where these announcements and other policy issues were discussed by representatives of the local churches. Each local church (most anyway) had a local youth organization called the Methodist Youth Fellowship - MYF. I was active, both churches in our charge had a good number of youth who were active. We went to summer camp each year, etc. Somewhere in my Sophomore year, I got appointed to, or otherwise became involved with the Conference level of MYF in the South Iowa Conference. In June, I was a representative to their annual conference held on Simpson College in Indianola, south of Des Moines. I suppose because I had gotten to know a lot of representatives from other churches from camp, I ended up being elected Vice-President of the South Iowa Conference in June of 1955. Judy was elected President. Here is our Executive Committee:<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPp7RYNhihsnEmIAjNlGGgdVxKOBeivRdR8HzgOln5QQTW-9C7olmlwvC2OJ0JCwq26adSz3GaY-OlKB8f30NJauWEvri2czMpbJYpCEW3g3i1UxAs6zZd-FD89sZLtUH85eXNGGoaLs/s900/jun55cyaexecoffsimpson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="617" data-original-width="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPp7RYNhihsnEmIAjNlGGgdVxKOBeivRdR8HzgOln5QQTW-9C7olmlwvC2OJ0JCwq26adSz3GaY-OlKB8f30NJauWEvri2czMpbJYpCEW3g3i1UxAs6zZd-FD89sZLtUH85eXNGGoaLs/s320/jun55cyaexecoffsimpson.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Judy, me, Sec and Treas</span><br /></p><p>Here is the whole group, with ministers and District Superintendents involved, as well. The Executive Committee is in the center:<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktbBRiQyM_Kt1382AEpO4-bvVsYX_f834TwAyb-QSa25MDXZ9aZBMyYSlaeP5wI4l5fKCiTfgru1F3QjfOaJpEOJ67zXNWLS26GucaoH9tjZdbMZGG-e_AKDu8Zl8qrkbDOmvhPvU5RY/s900/jun55cyaalloffsimpson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktbBRiQyM_Kt1382AEpO4-bvVsYX_f834TwAyb-QSa25MDXZ9aZBMyYSlaeP5wI4l5fKCiTfgru1F3QjfOaJpEOJ67zXNWLS26GucaoH9tjZdbMZGG-e_AKDu8Zl8qrkbDOmvhPvU5RY/s320/jun55cyaalloffsimpson.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">P.S. Note blue shirt, 2nd from left, behind... John</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Far right, light blue long sleeve shirt, Rev. Dave, primary sponsor </span><br /></p><p>During the year, we held a number of meetings which I attended. Here is a photo of the Christmas Retreat, where we began planning for the 1956 Annual Conference of the MYF:</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGs0mGSxyoyZCaJLGDB5Sluzy29zyAxzqz-1edV-f8HUQ48ETYpRTQbavvdOwPYLyVQG1fsg0vhWqVkSzUroZ7qX73OucANOxMKtm-GkGdSQkuTencH6YgvpRZmxSgUmX5gdd5smjNxcc/s900/chrisretreatdec55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGs0mGSxyoyZCaJLGDB5Sluzy29zyAxzqz-1edV-f8HUQ48ETYpRTQbavvdOwPYLyVQG1fsg0vhWqVkSzUroZ7qX73OucANOxMKtm-GkGdSQkuTencH6YgvpRZmxSgUmX5gdd5smjNxcc/s320/chrisretreatdec55.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />At the June 1956 Conference, again at Simpson College, I was again elected Vice-President. John from Villisca was elected President for the coming year. This was my first taste of ‘politics’ I think it would be safe to say. John ‘needed’ to be president, it was said. His father was publisher of the local newspaper (for whatever that is worth) and he was very ambitious. Frankly, I liked being Vice-President, so I did not resist his efforts very much. [More about this thinking at another time].<br /><br />So, here are John and I (note the rolled up short sleeve white shirts - cool!):<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8nZGOP0d0vQ210fJs5kKmoob35OzIe4nPQDeWYb5smvA3uz5B-f2D7rFYjQ2Sx2H0NFohKfdVauzE96sabIuKrbHwcgeomvha_HDVUq-flpAnupDb-f0KRouFq8REYPiiCM0Nrpmz30/s900/johnbilljun56simpson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8nZGOP0d0vQ210fJs5kKmoob35OzIe4nPQDeWYb5smvA3uz5B-f2D7rFYjQ2Sx2H0NFohKfdVauzE96sabIuKrbHwcgeomvha_HDVUq-flpAnupDb-f0KRouFq8REYPiiCM0Nrpmz30/s320/johnbilljun56simpson.jpg" /></a></div> <p></p><p>And, again, the whole group at the 1956 gathering:<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgkYz7u1SnRmsNINlIuSylwWOsRMDFo80DRDQNmlFJgxlapMEoo__ViiGzq6xexP7oSQcBltiQBJba_V9ozQ1NE_qCp6NCMpmryKhJQwkPyitTTcZj87-sA1KZqNFcImXugoM5UlCrFc/s900/jun56simpsongroup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgkYz7u1SnRmsNINlIuSylwWOsRMDFo80DRDQNmlFJgxlapMEoo__ViiGzq6xexP7oSQcBltiQBJba_V9ozQ1NE_qCp6NCMpmryKhJQwkPyitTTcZj87-sA1KZqNFcImXugoM5UlCrFc/s320/jun56simpsongroup.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Our District Superintendent was far left, short sleeve white shirt</span><br /></p><p><br />Later, I’ll share more about our local activities, etc. This will serve to share with you that I seemed to have some leadership skills that others recognized and that I was finding out about at the same time. I’m a slow learner, might be noted, but again, can be discussed further at a later time. At the time, I was pleased to be recognized and get the attention.</p><p><b>Note:</b> A bus trip to Purdue University for a Leadership Conference, and, a United Nations/Washington, D.C. visit also came out of these 'involvement's - to follow at a later date.<br /><br /><br />See you down the road…<br /><br /> </p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-36583931467539921822020-10-08T03:00:00.003-05:002020-10-08T03:00:03.071-05:00Music Drama BB High School Activities<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Music Drama BB High School Activities</span><br /></p><p><br />I shared the main <a href="https://drbillonretirement.blogspot.com/2020/10/music-activities-in-high-school.html" target="_blank">High School Music Activities on Monday</a>.<br /><br />Today is a mix of one-offs and my illustrious Basketball career… enjoy…<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWgfS-ZqKPA0fQW0slTV90bIdU83xow0GYGsJs03s8jWu7vvH04WLHw-8vrmG3vzwD4VRM44RmywjtQN62xWdlOYWO1u5QFneSvXl3EFLq5aT5JVQrpGz3tyASLxFzA5onpAmMnO2H0o/s400/larrysenorbil.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWgfS-ZqKPA0fQW0slTV90bIdU83xow0GYGsJs03s8jWu7vvH04WLHw-8vrmG3vzwD4VRM44RmywjtQN62xWdlOYWO1u5QFneSvXl3EFLq5aT5JVQrpGz3tyASLxFzA5onpAmMnO2H0o/s320/larrysenorbil.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Meet <b>Señor Bill</b> from the Musical, <b>'Meet Arizona'</b>, Spring of
1954, Freshman year, along with classmate Larry Patrick. It was a small role but I did
get to sing in a quartet:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWU57silzEiowMHCJAAzw5CmXKWocB5izn87m5l3KVw_2Jow8JuiSR0TZDjcyv1wOCvjctUspGl6rdq7P7klxYTXJo0m1Q2tAuB5lp_1HqmRVcGSnGGh02i971nCZpCPUcnNKfPOwstSg/s400/meetazquartphilbillsp54.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWU57silzEiowMHCJAAzw5CmXKWocB5izn87m5l3KVw_2Jow8JuiSR0TZDjcyv1wOCvjctUspGl6rdq7P7klxYTXJo0m1Q2tAuB5lp_1HqmRVcGSnGGh02i971nCZpCPUcnNKfPOwstSg/s320/meetazquartphilbillsp54.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Nancy was in the girls chorus and
she was also a dancer. I know I have a photo of that and one with Larry
Crimson but they haven’t shown up in recent searches, so we’ll be happy
with these memories.</p><p><br />In Sophomore year we did three
one-act plays for contest in the spring on 1955. Nancy and I played
mother and son, Ma and Willie Joe, in “T’other Side of the Mountain’ in one of them:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49Jx5__SuYTlt9jmD6Y4-sSqLc4aDDcIMQjHD7Widdpn8_atghiu15TpnAbkSh8oUZg4j9RvggynHmNkxldZOyBYQ4gwSkKaa6UnT3dSh4FXZ2_rlFdCoj-2lFp_yvbmNK_1DPJfvgTY/s519/aMaWillyJoe9Mar56.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49Jx5__SuYTlt9jmD6Y4-sSqLc4aDDcIMQjHD7Widdpn8_atghiu15TpnAbkSh8oUZg4j9RvggynHmNkxldZOyBYQ4gwSkKaa6UnT3dSh4FXZ2_rlFdCoj-2lFp_yvbmNK_1DPJfvgTY/s320/aMaWillyJoe9Mar56.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>I think Linda Pingrey played my sister, a Daisy Mae type character. Much fun!!</p><p></p><p>I'll share Junior and Senior Class Plays a bit later...<br /><br />I
didn’t get to play basketball my Freshman Year because I scheduled my
classes so I would not be available for Football (a story for another
day…). So, being behind a year, and not particularly good, I achieved my
height in the sport as a Senior, as 6th Man, replaced after a couple of weeks or
so by 'up and coming' Sophomores (per the coach). I believe the Year Book
records that I scored 16 points in my Varsity Career (never played Jr.
Varsity). <b>But I sure looked good!!!</b><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTkPzKPLrj8ANKKJEjJpBPNyCYZ3dXTBHWiUTgp0_W-zfF7fTLmSqPrv0cFqwXe5EbVhvzn8SIcAjxUn4ga0m1Mg34UbCsZebAR0d8BoMZnNyDC8id9EWxQm7LR83BIBUQoaUYwZWYxg/s468/bill51bb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="321" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTkPzKPLrj8ANKKJEjJpBPNyCYZ3dXTBHWiUTgp0_W-zfF7fTLmSqPrv0cFqwXe5EbVhvzn8SIcAjxUn4ga0m1Mg34UbCsZebAR0d8BoMZnNyDC8id9EWxQm7LR83BIBUQoaUYwZWYxg/s320/bill51bb.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /><b>See you down the road…</b></p><p> </p><p> </p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-17521464049332751492020-10-06T03:00:00.018-05:002020-10-06T23:11:35.861-05:00My First Year: 1939-1940<p><br /> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My First Year: 1939-1940</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKS1slDHvnxuQroZ2EVdwT-wBiENPNZDWm6gPGiaJjQAXEe9Xq9lVO8P0eiGCfwuBpyaoJjTlInexA8JGoEOX0y37Ydge1V4AgU731iKXGBB1gHMr2M_3s0wEY6wOxrTfz5h6_ic_ISo/s341/newparents1939.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKS1slDHvnxuQroZ2EVdwT-wBiENPNZDWm6gPGiaJjQAXEe9Xq9lVO8P0eiGCfwuBpyaoJjTlInexA8JGoEOX0y37Ydge1V4AgU731iKXGBB1gHMr2M_3s0wEY6wOxrTfz5h6_ic_ISo/s320/newparents1939.jpg" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">I was born on July 1, 1939. These were the proud parents.<br /></p><p><br /><b>Last week</b> when I published my <a href=" https://hubpages.com/literature/Childhood-Memoir-Challenge-from-Bill-Holland" target="_blank">Childhood Memoir Challenge article</a>, I included the following:<br /><br />“My childhood can be seen in three phases, in my mind, at least:<br />1) Farm Rentals in western Iowa - Mar 1938 thru Feb 1942 ( I was there Jul 1939 to Mar 1942, approaching 3, on Jul 1 of 1942.<br />2) Our own farm, nearby - Mar 1942 through Seventh Grade at Willow #3 (May 52 - 10 years)<br />3) Town School, still lived on same farm - Fall of 52, 8th grade through Spring of 53 plus High School thru Spring of 57 (18 on July 1, 1957)<br /><br /><b>I have absolutely no memories of phase 1</b>. Nothing. [<b>ADDED:</b> I’ve since been told that is perfectly normal to age 4…whew!] I have read my mother’s diaries of that time (She kept a daily diary from 1932 to 1999, the end of her life) and there are a few photos, but they only show things I don’t have memory of. Thank goodness for them, however.”<br /><br /><b>This week</b>, I want to bring together the photos and words I have of my first eighteen months of so, birth through 1940. <b>Next week</b> we will look at 1941, and 1942 the <b>following week</b>, on <b>Tuesdays</b>.</p><p>These next two photos are also from 1939. <a href=" https://drbilltellsancestorstories.blogspot.com/2014/12/wordless-nearly-wednesday-first-week-of.html" target="_blank">An earlier blog post</a> said this about the photo with Dad (it also applies to the photo with Mom, I’m now certain):<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYxemTcmueUe7_8Km-HoWL2EiohsbGg6gsZ05ixcgEeI_JGn6lLE1T-4K55ZxArfSAj235M-AToc_hyphenhyphenB2sVfbINYJ9PXClvAECQmav6mcdUnQHuxz_bq9xzF78XQLvmZrgqwCzox9LE0/s200/Dec1939daddogcar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="190" data-original-width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYxemTcmueUe7_8Km-HoWL2EiohsbGg6gsZ05ixcgEeI_JGn6lLE1T-4K55ZxArfSAj235M-AToc_hyphenhyphenB2sVfbINYJ9PXClvAECQmav6mcdUnQHuxz_bq9xzF78XQLvmZrgqwCzox9LE0/s0/Dec1939daddogcar.jpg" /></a></div><br />“I may have posted this before, but I've now determined more details about it. In Mom's diary, the first week of December, 1939, they got a new (to them) 1934 Chevy, it snowed, and Mom got me a new snow suit by mail order from Montgomery Ward. Pretty good reason to take a photo, I think.”<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPko1ZZHZKYrImcfgAv9b3r_vq_hKZBwryqws_EUCZlbIyRqZlllEXIORgIlAiQupU1S0eeQS47lh1q2mt4cRRXjUopu7dP4h1ancnlm6C7odmBoncEtQ75O2nb947aWfDKMoCF-HESg/s203/firstfarmwbillyDec39.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPko1ZZHZKYrImcfgAv9b3r_vq_hKZBwryqws_EUCZlbIyRqZlllEXIORgIlAiQupU1S0eeQS47lh1q2mt4cRRXjUopu7dP4h1ancnlm6C7odmBoncEtQ75O2nb947aWfDKMoCF-HESg/s0/firstfarmwbillyDec39.jpg" /></a></div> This next one, with cousin Karen Kinnick, nine months older, would have been late spring of 1940.<br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuN-E4VDbVIPvZ9-zRRF2JqTboYK-_hU54u1wV3rmNjLWP9iR2XG1jqQyyC49eWJE34DD9Ga0s1YVmhpFHsGenS4C2Pm05_mhovVMS6E9AukqaAsPXBzAQ8Xe8rmfYT6kV_1PQdQiDbHM/s506/billkarenmainst1940.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="458" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuN-E4VDbVIPvZ9-zRRF2JqTboYK-_hU54u1wV3rmNjLWP9iR2XG1jqQyyC49eWJE34DD9Ga0s1YVmhpFHsGenS4C2Pm05_mhovVMS6E9AukqaAsPXBzAQ8Xe8rmfYT6kV_1PQdQiDbHM/s320/billkarenmainst1940.jpg" /></a></div><p>And, on the Smith side, here I am with first cousin, Gary Hilgenberg, nearly a year older than me:</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKxbLPSILCyIQP3U5h24NzbWhXf0OoqnXfWcZeltzM0dPuO5wgLoQ6X0aCLAFPCG1ow-Z0K_bXAmRJ1T3szj0b031wuxDiigxJxHXKCXSU7bbI1mt0fqhX_ghQbuz3wUo9MM_pc47ZTU/s291/wgary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKxbLPSILCyIQP3U5h24NzbWhXf0OoqnXfWcZeltzM0dPuO5wgLoQ6X0aCLAFPCG1ow-Z0K_bXAmRJ1T3szj0b031wuxDiigxJxHXKCXSU7bbI1mt0fqhX_ghQbuz3wUo9MM_pc47ZTU/s0/wgary.jpg" /></a></div><br /> These two with Dad around the same time.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglofcfFijxnx-o8Jr8kIc69iKg8uz1CBsOMYcRat1c72VI9BOocRrknuPVLa4iKvD-5q8uqeP_SGd-nv5HW3WGQWgIH7zGUjIBzdEP2U1hFCirCj2meYlFbSQBuNmFxtOAsCVXaVZGFdQ/s618/petebillie1940standing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglofcfFijxnx-o8Jr8kIc69iKg8uz1CBsOMYcRat1c72VI9BOocRrknuPVLa4iKvD-5q8uqeP_SGd-nv5HW3WGQWgIH7zGUjIBzdEP2U1hFCirCj2meYlFbSQBuNmFxtOAsCVXaVZGFdQ/s320/petebillie1940standing.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaCRH1T12-1b0MzjezLhIn5zxuZtIz0fiuBqJ8Y780V2X678YwHH1AWihBU1iPfKAu-r0R9JeMtoj-hUyuuKZO2v9es8rd4LoF0_CO7U0Z0dtmsXvf7pinCEAzg45TXlSFEL05vPSVpg/s650/petebillie1940stretch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaCRH1T12-1b0MzjezLhIn5zxuZtIz0fiuBqJ8Y780V2X678YwHH1AWihBU1iPfKAu-r0R9JeMtoj-hUyuuKZO2v9es8rd4LoF0_CO7U0Z0dtmsXvf7pinCEAzg45TXlSFEL05vPSVpg/s320/petebillie1940stretch.jpg" /></a></div><p>And, this one with Uncle Buzz, about 12 (now 92) around the same time.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHelZC2oJduOo0CBHBUcmd4MfqtkumtUC4Z1aZnTlbvoxMBRfA44_RagoGuppgRQOc5MkRrMKZW7R2Y1d-GBm_S8cjrPbMyxdH-O7MMitkCKbGePjVUJHNGuZsde6z2pSaGdUbhKU_LcA/s1020/billiebuzz1940.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="912" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHelZC2oJduOo0CBHBUcmd4MfqtkumtUC4Z1aZnTlbvoxMBRfA44_RagoGuppgRQOc5MkRrMKZW7R2Y1d-GBm_S8cjrPbMyxdH-O7MMitkCKbGePjVUJHNGuZsde6z2pSaGdUbhKU_LcA/s320/billiebuzz1940.jpg" /></a></div> <br /><p></p><p>At a Smith gathering in the summer, Dad is holding me, just left of center and the women:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxa0NUK0M0i-HnEvCQw8RbbDbJuatZ5NzxhDvSGgtkptxu2TZ-6Wz-Dy9LMqOpWXXIlR023FjO-djddw8hVGZDlsZdKScyL8RqaMW9acLZpcx42Se_zQMQX1wlrbVhLGFDZ-G8XqLbHE/s400/11aug1940.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxa0NUK0M0i-HnEvCQw8RbbDbJuatZ5NzxhDvSGgtkptxu2TZ-6Wz-Dy9LMqOpWXXIlR023FjO-djddw8hVGZDlsZdKScyL8RqaMW9acLZpcx42Se_zQMQX1wlrbVhLGFDZ-G8XqLbHE/s320/11aug1940.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>With Grandma Kinnick on the farm:<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylTdeUTtuTAsC7VndB1WZJsNNg_du9kKeN36y8llnvycD18V19AJzvDS-CufldqbI2aYPnAGfCgJuEZj-wNmGfS0YohJ7iL4B_bLHKnaX2EqdMPNtNCoBo_3XDkmRnVN77PRludZ0YNM/s425/Little_Billie_with_Grandma_Kinnick.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylTdeUTtuTAsC7VndB1WZJsNNg_du9kKeN36y8llnvycD18V19AJzvDS-CufldqbI2aYPnAGfCgJuEZj-wNmGfS0YohJ7iL4B_bLHKnaX2EqdMPNtNCoBo_3XDkmRnVN77PRludZ0YNM/s320/Little_Billie_with_Grandma_Kinnick.jpg" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With Mom and Dad perhaps in the fall of 1940: <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDuvjYG2eE06eO3qHgctus2u0xgms6e_kVnoZ_JRllhXQIsivelh4_dIlmbrPmup4gGX3T98Uiez2VQVzoIAygvpd_t6HlHMDlnmE8bhNpAC1qXp2aY4W7VDE0pgRhdFeJtBEOcenxZw/s384/BillieMD.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDuvjYG2eE06eO3qHgctus2u0xgms6e_kVnoZ_JRllhXQIsivelh4_dIlmbrPmup4gGX3T98Uiez2VQVzoIAygvpd_t6HlHMDlnmE8bhNpAC1qXp2aY4W7VDE0pgRhdFeJtBEOcenxZw/s320/BillieMD.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><br />Next time, we’ll look at the 1941 photos. Neat to finally put these together in one place…<br /><br /><b>See you down the road…</b><br /><br /><br /><br />Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-48432812734223401792020-10-05T03:00:00.009-05:002020-10-05T03:00:00.593-05:00Music Activities in High School<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Music Activities in High School</span></p><p><br />As mentioned in my <a href="http://hub.me/anRB1" target="_blank">Childhood Memoir Challenge article</a>, music was a major activity of my High School career, both band and vocal music activities. Mom played the piano as well as sang all her life in various venues. So there was an influence there, for sure. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7y27eHKuxifIzY4J-zJIe0mRiBc1xf_HEhZulNC-uLzjn2rrUYOBKT6Dq2_bPHFdMGHqEee0Qu-qNidL-Aj-xC4DjragS06oZOKdVGIaSDzhfnNvEPySCBe2iAA1pza6bqAyVO6jVRQ/s900/billbaritoneporch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="601" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7y27eHKuxifIzY4J-zJIe0mRiBc1xf_HEhZulNC-uLzjn2rrUYOBKT6Dq2_bPHFdMGHqEee0Qu-qNidL-Aj-xC4DjragS06oZOKdVGIaSDzhfnNvEPySCBe2iAA1pza6bqAyVO6jVRQ/s320/billbaritoneporch.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I believe this is Spring of Freshman year.<br /></p><p><br />Starting in 8th grade with Mr. Bush, band director, I began playing the Baritone Horn (Euphonium) in concert and marching band, as well as small groups from time to time. Starting with Freshman year, I also played Solo performances for Contests, though I was most likely only mediocre… truth be told. Mom had me taking both piano lessons (from her and others) as well as vocal lessons early on in High School. I also did Solo Vocal performances for Contest, but again I was only a little better than mediocre as a Soloist. I was better in duets or small groups, as well as in choir performance.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmNkbuzvtPeHTFDcYGUbsc34I06BAkf9srNgbztQGGPyDVD_IrHLLOUWl-HcR3rB26b-pNwpDduNhzlD7Z83NO77MDuhdmWtZi5hLcX1z-UgV3xQgdB753URcKgcYr2wqw0V0VQSwY0M/s500/aAllStateKRNT+Th+Nov+1953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmNkbuzvtPeHTFDcYGUbsc34I06BAkf9srNgbztQGGPyDVD_IrHLLOUWl-HcR3rB26b-pNwpDduNhzlD7Z83NO77MDuhdmWtZi5hLcX1z-UgV3xQgdB753URcKgcYr2wqw0V0VQSwY0M/s320/aAllStateKRNT+Th+Nov+1953.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">At All State, our quartet was Wilson Thomas, Donna Grimm, Nancy Bolger and Bill Smith. <br />[I look at this picture of Nancy and just about melt away, by the way…so many memories!]<br /></p><p><br />Probably my proudest musical accomplishment came from participating in All State Chorus, all four years of High School. And, this is where Nancy comes into the picture, literally as well as in participation. The full truth is that Nancy was probably one of a small handful of the most talented students, musically, in the four years we were in High School, regardless of grade level. However, she wanted to be known as a well-rounded student, musically and academically, not just a musician nor an accompanist. She was an accomplished pianist. She took lessons from Concert Pianist, Mr. Terchek, in Carroll, for several years. She almost certainly would have had some success in that direction if she had the interest. She wanted, however, to only do as much as she wanted to do, not get pulled into being THE pianist. There were others who could also do that. Donna was one of them. While Mom accompanied me the first couple of years, in that last couple of years, Nancy did. I was very grateful. I was better because of her. Nancy played Saxophone in Band.<br /><br />Back to All State. In those years, we were chosen by quartet, and Mrs. Anderson, the vocal music instruction, usually sent three quartets to the TryOuts to compete. Everyone was surprised when our #3 quartet was chosen that first year. Nancy and I were Freshmen, Wilson and Donna were Sophomores. Donna was a good soprano, Nancy sang Alto very well, Wilson was Tenor and I sang Bass. None of us were great alone, but we were great together. Nancy and I ended up in quartets together all four years, with different Soprano and Tenor combinations. Andy Kretzinger, a very good tenor, good friend in our class, sang with us one year, but was also in quartets selected all four years, as well. Very unusual, but neat.<br /><br />Marching Band and Concert Band were great experiences. However, I think I probably most liked participation in special events, such as Contests (usually in other towns) and County Band, or going to the Audubon County Fair, for example. Seeing different places, meeting different students, in different venues, was stimulating to me. It made a very naive young man into someone much more worldly. I still had a lot to learn, I just didn’t know it yet!<br /><br />By the way, I did play my Baritone once in a special Marching Band appearance as a Freshman at Iowa State College. That was the end of my band experience. But, I still have that Baritone Horn, in the original case, over in our storage unit. It still works just fine.<br /><br />P.S. We also played in the Roy Holliday Town Band in the Summer Time. We’ll save those stories for another time…<br /><br />See you down the road… ;-)<br /><br /> </p><br /><br />Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-20551920739003925632020-09-28T03:00:00.007-05:002020-09-28T03:00:05.831-05:00What comes to mind when you hear the phrase…“run into town”<p><span style="font-size: large;">What comes to mind when you hear the phrase…“run into town”</span><br /> </p><p>This thought ran through my mind, and then, I thought of the Bill Holland, aka billybuc, Writing Challenge to ‘write about your childhood.’ My problem was, I have (In my mind, anyway) almost no recollections of my childhood, except those prompted by photos… and there are not a whole lot of them, to tell the truth. Now, if childhood includes High School, then, there are quite a few more memories. I’ll let that mull a bit, as I consider the phrase, ‘run into town.’<br /><br />My use of the term “run into town” was in the context of needing to pick up a prescription from Walgreens in South Town Center of Hollister, about 5 miles away, with no other reason to go out. By the way, ‘run’ implies drive the car, not literally run… for you purists out there! ;-)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XSt0Vr8qbO28VEyzc4TA8zaOhvfU6p3xMFtLvXpRAzNwRIv7PdV4O1l6NX31Ro9ldQzZd84VWG1qh9hNkbRfhSYJaDbpnEc7G7tK6ceT910ueJgJrFUekK8utKyQrSQGNjjixy0IiOg/s900/billin49chevy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XSt0Vr8qbO28VEyzc4TA8zaOhvfU6p3xMFtLvXpRAzNwRIv7PdV4O1l6NX31Ro9ldQzZd84VWG1qh9hNkbRfhSYJaDbpnEc7G7tK6ceT910ueJgJrFUekK8utKyQrSQGNjjixy0IiOg/s320/billin49chevy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have better photos of me and the 49 Chevy, but this is what popped up when asked; kind of liked the end of the slide film effect!! ;-)</span><br /></div><br /><p>I have become increasingly aware of phases used throughout a long life that make little real sense standing alone to be analyzed but seem perfectly logical in context, in conversation. Larry used one last week that was new to me, but perfectly meaningful to him, since he had heard it his entire life. He put a rock behind the camper so it would not roll away, he ‘scotched it’ he said. I had never heard the term, but he had… We always called the accelerator pedal in the car a ‘foot feet’ - now, where did that come from??? <br /><br />From 1942 to 1957 I lived on my Mom and Dad’s farm that was four miles east and three miles north of Coon Rapids, Iowa (“town”). From 1942 to 1952, while the school I attended, Willow #3, was open, I had thought that going into town was mostly a Saturday night grocery shopping and social evening. However, in reviewing the diaries my Mom kept (from 1932 to 1999) I got a very different impression. My Mom was a town girl, a Coon Rapids girl. Her mother and father lived in Coon Rapids. The rental farms my Mom and Dad, Eileen and Pete, lived on were closer to town by about half. It turns out from reading the diaries, there was a constant back and forth among them throughout. “I’m going to ‘run into town’” happened with great frequency, not just when needing a part or some grocery item. Often I was carted along, outside of school times, into town and dropped off at grandma’s house… much more than I would have guessed. <br /><br />This just confirms my lack of memory of those early years. Once schools consolidated and I went to town for eighth grade, I remember these things occurring regularly. Both Mom and Dad were active in school board business, in the rural district and in the consolidation. Dad was President of the Coon Rapids School Board the year I graduated, in May 1957, and handed me by diploma. I do have many memories of those last five years in town school. I’ll have to be selective at that point if I write something about the time.<br /><br />With these caveats in mind, I think I can respond to the challenge from Bill Holland, aka billybuc, to write a HubPages article: Childhood - a Memoir - Response to a Challenge. I am certainly going to give it a try. I’ll come back and post the link here, if I do! ;-)<br /><br />See you down the road… ;-)</p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-12197571997779741322020-09-21T17:12:00.001-05:002020-09-21T17:12:59.364-05:00The Next Day of the Rest of My Life<p><span style="font-size: large;"> The Next Day of the Rest of My Life</span></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSoh-oyR8wAexv1seDVbZDkpPjT01rWN89w4hC3tlG0kA7VcqEIij58ojQ1sdolMX9Kg6diINV_JkOCjNEQZUj8kaPr5IVN1db6SuOgEXAoRoI28d6wj2XZWTRz-HwqctgBGMiAN-9hk/s778/Annetter+Camper2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="715" data-original-width="778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSoh-oyR8wAexv1seDVbZDkpPjT01rWN89w4hC3tlG0kA7VcqEIij58ojQ1sdolMX9Kg6diINV_JkOCjNEQZUj8kaPr5IVN1db6SuOgEXAoRoI28d6wj2XZWTRz-HwqctgBGMiAN-9hk/s320/Annetter+Camper2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />My first blog post here on my Retirement Blog was 7 Jun 2008, <a href="https://drbillonretirement.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-of-rest-of-life.html" target="_blank">“The First Day of the Rest of My Life.”</a><br /><br />It was then just a year ahead of my retirement in June 2009. I maintained the blog, which became a Travel Blog, as well, through <a href="https://drbillonretirement.blogspot.com/2015/10/silver-dollar-city-14-oct-2015.html" target="_blank">14 Oct 2015, a trip to Silver Dollar City</a>. It featured Nancy, she loved visits to Silver Dollar City!! ;-)<br /><br /><a href="https://drbilltellsancestorstories.blogspot.com/2020/09/sunday-obituary-nancy-r-smith-my-wife.html" target="_blank">Nancy left us on 31 Aug 2020</a> (just had a nice little cry writing that phrase), of course, and now with Fall officially starting tomorrow, the “Next Day” title of this post was created. <br /><br />I have already pledged to get back to posting in <a href="https://drbilltellsancestorstories.blogspot.com/2020/09/11th-blogiversary-is-today.html" target="_blank">my Ancestor Stories blog</a>.<br /><br />This will get me back, likely to weekly posts, here in the Retirement and Travel Blog. Not too much traveling, but certainly keeping up with family and personal activities. These have been, since that Oct 2015 post, recorded at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/DrBillSmith" target="_blank">Facebook, mine</a> as well as those of Annette, Allison, and Arrion, among other.<br /><br />Annette and Larry just spend a week with me here in Hollister. Allison, who just lives down the street, fully participated, as well. I’ll be visiting Austin to see the rest of my family 15-19 Oct, so that will complete the loop until Christmas. Kaylee will turn 13 on November 8, if I am correct. <br /><br />I just took the one photo as Annette and Larry were leaving to go back to Utah. It seemed an appropriate title photo here, but you can draw your own conclusions…<br /><br />See you down the road… ;-)<br /><br /><br /> <p></p>Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-86392727657745349592015-10-14T18:01:00.001-05:002015-10-14T18:02:47.282-05:00Silver Dollar City - 14 Oct 2015<br />
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We called to reserve an electric cart, a few days out... the only day available was 'tomorrow' - so we got up early and went...<br />
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We got one of the first half dozen handicapped spots up by the entrance, so Nancy could walk. We got to wait about 15 minutes for the front entrance to open... quite a few vendors/employees came through while we waited. Nancy was first in line:<br />
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It was about 55 degrees when we arrived. She said the sweatshirt, hat and gloves felt real good!! ;-)<br />
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We were the first one to check out the electric cart... obviously a lot came after us... they were all over the place during the day. Also, lots of personal carts, as well. More cases where both members of a couple had carts. There was even one set of four folks roaming together... they took up a lot road room!!<br />
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We had breakfast, looked around all the crafts booths on the top level. Many "Made by Missouri Hands" craftspersons' booths. Pretty decent variety. As 10 am approached, we were ready to go down the hill. Here they raised the flag prior to the 'opening whistle!'<br />
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Later on, we got to Nancy's favorite Jewelry booth... they've been there for over 25 years...<br />
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And, as you probably saw on Facebook, she bought one!!<br />
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I should also mention that Nancy brought along some ear-rings she had bought at the other Jewelry store, last spring, I think. They needed repair, which they said to always bring in, if needed. She did, and they fixed them. Neat! ... and bought so new ones, of course! ;-)<br />
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It was a good day! Nice to be able to get back out the Silver Dollar City!!<br />
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It was a very good day! ;-)Dr. Bill (William L.) Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04857619677138020430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041662878148116321.post-29750722186656396612015-09-30T20:31:00.003-05:002015-09-30T20:31:53.330-05:00 Labor Day Weekend 2015 in Austin<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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