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 Carolyn Niebruegge May                      Michael L. May

Vol. 1, Is. 30                                                                                      Feb. 10, 2012

 

 

From the Editor

 

Well, I think it’s time for a report card.  We’ve been at this for over 6 months and whether you’ve noticed it or not we have “poured our hearts” into this project.  We receive a few comments from time to time telling us that they like a particular article or had forgotten about some memory from “way back when” that we either wrote or someone else sent to us.

 

 We have several loyal readers who send us articles of all kinds--some appropriate for a “G audience”--and some that I really like, but are not appropriate--according to Carolyn.  She sensors the things I like that she feels are inappropriate.  We encourage all who are sending to continue sending.  However, what we’re missing and having to come up with ourselves are the “stories of old” and current events of local interest.  We know that people would like to read stories about what you are doing or have done since you left RHS.  Please, for us and all of your fellow readers send us some of those personal stories to print.  I can’t make that kind of “stuff” up and if I did you might not like what I’d say about you and your “illustrious” career.  So, please become proactive and send us some “printable” material.

 

Please grade us.  Tell us what you like.  Tell us what you don’t like.  Every time we see that one more person has read a particular edition, we have to assume that either they like it or are still searching for something they haven’t found.  The sad thing is, we all know what it means when we “assume.”  We don’t want to do that so tell us what you want to see.  Send your feedback to mmay@234enterprises.com.

 

 As you can see, since I’m getting smaller, I have gotten off of my soap box and am in the process of leaving the room…

 

mlm

 

 

Content Contributors for the Week

 

Jerry Alford, Class of 1959

Austilene (Turner) Borum, Class of 1962

Charles Curtis, Class of 1965

Ruby Fern Johnson, Former Teacher

All those who sent messages to the Email “Bag”

 

Thank you all!

 

 

Remembering Mom’s Clothesline

 

When we received the following tidbits about Mom’s Clothesline, it definitely brought memories back to me.  I remember the days before we had a washing machine at home.  When we went to the laundry (not the Laundromat as there were only Maytag wringer washing machines), we always washed clothes in a certain order.  Mom also had her “bluing ball” which we used in the rinse water for the whites.  Then home we went to hang the clothes on the line.  I don’t remember much about how we hung them but I do remember hanging clothes on the line.  I was at least in junior high before we had an automatic washer and dryer at home.  cnm

 

Of course, you washed the whites first, then the medium colored and last was the dark dirty clothes.  During a drought, you used the wash water to wash the floor and then it was dumped on the few dried veggies you had growing.  You used the rinse water to wash your feet and then it was also dumped on the veggies.

 

The Basic Rules For Clotheslines:

 

(This doesn’t mention that there was often a long wooden pole that was used to push the clotheslines up so that longer items—sheets, pants, etc.,--didn’t brush the ground and get dirty.)

 

You had to hang the socks by the toes---Not the top.

 

You hung pants by the BOTTOMS/cuffs---Not the waistbands.

 

You had to WASH the clothesline(s) before hanging any clothes—walk the entire length of each line with a damp cloth around the lines.

 

You had to hang the clothes in a certain order, and always hang “whites” with “whites” and hang them first.

 

You NEVER hung a shirt by the shoulders—always by the tail!  What would the neighbors think?

 

Wash day on a Monday!  NEVER hang clothes on the weekend, or on Sunday, for Heaven’s sake.

 

Hang the sheets and towels on the OUTSIDE lines so you could hide your “unmentionables” in the middle (perverts and busybodies, ya’ know!).

 

It didn’t matter if it was sub-zero weather…clothes would “freeze-dry.”

 

ALWAYS gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes!  Pins left on the lines were “tacky!”

 

If you were efficient, you would line the clothes up so that each item did not need two clothes pins, but shared one of the clothes pins with the next washed item.

 

Clothes off of the line before dinner time, neatly folded in the clothes basket, and ready to be ironed.

 

IRONED???!!  Well, that’s a whole OTHER subject!

 

And Now A POEM

 

A clothesline was a news forecast, to neighbors passing by.

There were no secrets you could keep, when clothes were hung to dry.

 

It also was a friendly link, for neighbors always knew

If company had stopped on by to spend a night or two.

 

For then you’d see the “fancy sheets” and towels upon the line;

You’d see the “company table clothes” with intricate designs.

 

The line announced a baby’s birth, from folks who lived inside,

As brand new infant clothes were hung, so carefully with pride!

 

The ages of the children could, so readily be known

By watching how the sizes changed, you’d know how much they’d grown!

 

It also told when illness struck, as extra sheets were hung;

Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too, haphazardly were strung.

 

It also said, “On vacation now,” when lines hung limp and bare.

It told, “We’re back!” when full lines sagged, with not an inch to spare!

 

New folks in town were scorned upon, if wash was dingy and gray,

As neighbors’ carefully raised their brows, and looked the other way.

 

But clotheslines now are of the past, for dryers make work much less.

Now what goes on inside a home, is anybody’s guess!

 

I really miss that way of life, it was a friendly sign

When neighbors knew each other best…By what hung out on that line.

 

 

Thoughts from the Squirrel Lair

 

An Obituary printed in the London Times…Absolutely Brilliant

 

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.  No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.  He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

 

Knowing when to come in out of the rain;

Why the early bird gets the worm;

Life isn’t always fair;

And maybe it was my fault.

 

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children are in charge).

 

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.  Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

 

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

 

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

 

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

 

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

 

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot.  She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

 

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, and by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

 

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;

I Know My Rights

I Want It Now

Someone Else Is TO Blame

I’m A Victim

 

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.  If you still remember him, pass this on.  If not, join the majority and do nothing.

 

 

Alumni Website

 

We have renewed the account that Wanda Jackson had set up at the photo sharing website, picturetrail.com for the Roosevelt Alumni:  http://www.picturetrail.com/rooseveltalumni.  She had posted many pictures from past reunions, class panels, and old schools buildings along with write ups about them.  We thought you might find these interesting if you haven’t visited this site in the past.

 

 

Interesting Tidbits

 

A Tribute to Veterans

 

The links below have the pictures and tell the story of a rock near Greenfield, Iowa, on which a young artist paints a tribute to veterans each year.  They are amazing.

 

http://www.kather.org/HomeSecure/IowaRock2.htm

 

 

http://www.snopes.com/photos/patriotic/freedomrock.asp

 

 

 

 

Birthdays and Anniversaries

 

We have compiled all of the birthday and anniversary information we could from Wanda’s files.  We are sure we are missing some.  Please send us the birthdays and anniversaries for your family and friends so that we can have as complete as list as possible.  We are going to start with what we have from Wanda’s files so if we miss you, please send us the information so we have it for the news next year.  In addition, should any of the birthdays we list be wrong, also please let us know.

 

Happy Birthday To:

 

February 11 – Sammy Jackson

February 15 – Jack Smith

Happy Anniversary To:

 

February 14 – Sammye Jo & Robert Beeson

 

 

Humor

 

Even though we have seen little snow and warmer than usual weather this winter, we thought the following would give everyone a good laugh.

 

The Blizzard and the Blonde


It was snowing heavily and blowing to the point that visibility was almost zero when the little blonde got off work.  She made her way to her car and wondered how she was going to make it home.  She sat in her car while it warmed up and thought about her situation. She finally remembered her daddy's advice that if she got caught in a blizzard she should wait for a snow-plow to come by and follow it. That way she would not get stuck in a snow drift.  

 

This made her feel much better and sure enough in a little while a snow-plow went by and she started to follow it. As she followed the snow-plow she was feeling very smug as they continued and she was not having any problem with the blizzard conditions.

 

After an hour had passed, she was somewhat surprised when the snow-plow stopped and the driver got out and came back to her car and signaled for her to roll down her window.  The snow-plow driver wanted to know if she was alright as she had been following him for a long time.  She said that she was fine and told him of her daddy's advice to follow a snow-plow when caught in a blizzard.  The driver replied that it was OK with him and she could continue if she wanted, but he was done with the Wal-Mart parking lot and was going over to Sears next.

 

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WINTER BLONDE


As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up.  She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door.

The trucker lowers the window, and she says "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load."

The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.

When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again.  She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door.

Again, the trucker lowers the window.  As if they've never spoken, the blonde says brightly, "Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"

Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.

At the third red light, the same thing happens again.

All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck door.  The trucker rolls down the window.  Again she says "Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"  When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light.

When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde.

He knocks on her window, and after she lowers it, he says..."Hi, my name is Mark, it's winter in Wisconsin, and I'm driving the SALT TRUCK!"

 

 

From the Email “Bag”

 

February 2, 2012

 

Technology History. . .I believe I got started a few years before you did in this area, Mike.  But you didn't drop the ball like I did and now you are so much farther ahead of me. 

 

I accidentally fell into this tech stuff right out of high school.  My first job was at Ft. Sill in the Data Processing Department.  I didn't even know what that was. . . Data?  All they cared was that I could TYPE and RHS had taken care of that.  So my first job was keypunch operator/verifier.  We were to keypunch and verify all the computer programs (COBOL and DOS) that were being written upstairs.  I got to poke holes in a bunch of IBM cards and someone else made sure I did it right.  The real work was being done in the computer room—a HUGE room filled with machines that were, well, I didn't know what they were but they were really impressive.  The doors to the computer room had to be closed at all times to keep in the cold air because those machines were generating a lot of heat and they had to be kept cool.  The older machines were IBM 1401's but the latest and greatest, pride and joy of Ft. Sill was the 360.  This was 1967.  The mainframes were located here and all the data was brought in from all over Post to be processed from the IBM cards.  The reports were then distributed to all the different areas by the next day.

 

So, after about 6 months of working here I told my brand new husband, Jim, that he should come to work here because this was THE place to be.  I went home to raise babies and Jim stayed for another 35 years.  It was all on the job training, I don't believe they were teaching it in college then.  Turned out to be a really good move for him.

 

Wikipedia says there are very few of these machines left, none are working.  The Smithsonian doesn't even have theirs on display any more.  I feel like a fossil!

 

Thanks for jogging my memory of the old days.

 

Linda (Block) Jackson, Class of 1967

 

 

Obituaries

 

Useful Links:

 

Becker Funeral Home of Snyder, OK

http://www.beckerfuneral.com/?page=snyder

 

Ray and Martha’s Funeral Home of Hobart, Mt. View, and Carnegie, OK

http://rayandmarthas.com/

 

Roosevelt Cemetery Layout

http://www.234enterprises.com/Roosevelt%20Cemetery%20Layout.htm

 

Roosevelt Cemetery Markers (Picture Trail)

http://www.picturetrail.com/sfx/album/listing/user/rooseveltcemetery

 

Roosevelt Cemetery on Find A Grave

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&CRid=99397&CScn=roosevelt&CScntry=4&CSst=38

 

Hobart Rose Cemetery on Find A Grave

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&CRid=99399&CScn=Hobart+Rose&CScntry=4&CSst=38

 

Hobart Resurrection (Catholic) Cemetery on Find A Grave

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&CRid=2246374&CScn=Resurrection&CScntry=4&CSst=38

 

Mountain Park Cemetery on Find A Grave

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&CRid=99042&CScn=Mountain+Park&CScntry=4&CSst=38

 

Snyder Fairlawn Cemetery on Find A Grave

 

 

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