I know this is a H.S. site, but one memory that keeps coming back to me are the festivals in elementary school at Parkview.  Every class had a game ie cake walks, fishing and other.

Seems like they raised a lot of money without sending kids out in the neighborhoods selling gift paper and candies.

Did the other elementary schools do the same thing?

I used to love the cake walks.

You bet we did! I also have fond memories of those little school fairs. My Mother always baked a cake to donate to the cake walks. People also donated to the Fish game. Once I had a buddy that was working the back side and He could hear me talk when I was playing and LO AND BEHOLD, I got the BEST item they had! They also has chile feeds and other games to play and the kids always looked forward to them. 

Simple times were great.

Great memories Ken. We had a ton of fun at Parkview. My greatest thrilll was getting to serve as Captain on the patrol. As for the fairs. Remember each classroom tried to out-do teach other with regard to the amount of toys and whatnot for the fishing. Remember Eric Simpson? His dad worked for Kellog's out of Battle Creek, Michigan. He had access to all of those cereal toys still in their little plastic bags. Needless to say, our class won that year. Ms Thompson, Ms Carter, Ms Rucker, Ms. Smith, Ms. Branch and Ms Roberts, as my grade school teachers, are totally responsible for all the trouble I got into in Jr. Hi.

Tommy - from the list of teachers you listed i think we were in the same classes all the way through Parkview.  Ah Mrs. Smith - i remember she made me dance.  Unlike you i failed to claim to be a Baptist.  She forced me to dance with Linda Allensworth, which was not all bad, i just didnt want to dance because none of the rest of you were.  She then told me that i should have washed my hands before asking a girl to dance - my unwise response was i didnt ask her to dance - your making me. STRIKE ONE.  On another occasion she asked what language was fortissimo -- my response (again unwise) was "Pig Latin".  STRIKE TWO.  I dont remember Strike Three, i just know that i was not her favorite student.

But you had to bring up the the patrol.  I was in the crossing guard patrol for i think one whole week.  Someone fail to respond to my flag and i hit him with it.  Thus ended my career in law enforcement.  Probably a victory for American jurisputrdence.

Yes Kin..I think we were in it from the beginning. You and Linda shared such a special relationship as I recall.(I wasn't going to mention this) 3rd or 4th grade..when whe got ill in class. She was sitting behind hyou. I looked to my left and beheld the awkward site of her throwing up on your head. You slumped a bit forward, put your hand on your head, pulled it down and looked at it. My stomach tightens a bit even today.

Yes i remember that, but if it is going to happen - at least it was one of the prettest girls in school, after it could have been some ugly hairy legged boy lile you.

Yes Ken..you're right. Linda was, and still is a great gal. Mr. Bryson got a good deal with her. Parkview had some absolutely great folks. I got in trouble with Mrs. Smith in the 4th grade because she tried to make me dance. I loved to dance, but didn't want to, being somewhat bashful. I used the old "I'm a Baptist and I don't dance" routine. She didn't buy it and we had to get my folks and the school involved. It ended up that I didn't have to dance. Man..I wish my Baptist roots had been better informed about dancing. I missed a ton of great, holsum fun. The Catholic boys like Whalen had all the fun. Now, for my Baptist brothers who disagree with me. I'm not talking about hunching and groaning on the dance floor. I'm talking about a simple non-touching twist. Get real! What a wacky world we live in. "Watch out, those 2 kids are smiling at each other. Next thing you know they'll be dancing"..ha. Life is too short to think Jesus and the disciples didn't have some fun splashing each other in a water fight in the Jordan once in a while. (am I going to hell?)

ya might be going to "hell" but not for that, besides you would be so busy shaking hands with your friends ya would not be worried about it. 

Just kidding, not meaning to offend anyone's beliefs.

Truly, truly sorry about getting sick. Thanks Ken and Tommy for sharing that!! Remember, when they had speed reading in Mrs. Robert's class.  We would go in her class and try and read really fast while that stupid little machine would whip sentences out across the screen. Now that I think about it, I must not have been that good.  Sometimes, I would get to go into Mrs. Robert's class, but most of the time I stayed with the kids in Mrs. Branch's class.  Blue Birds or Buzzards??? I think I have this one figured out...

Another great treasure was the "store" owned by Charlie Hayes across from Parkview. I loved that store.  His daughter, Cheryl, is in our In Memory page.

What were those drills when we would go and sit in the hall and cover our heads with our coats? Was that when the Russians were going to "nuke'" us?  Yeah, like that would really work!

The "tree street gang" was and still is a great group of friends!  Linda Pope and I lived on Aspen,  Janet Albert- Hemlock, Carol Harrison- Pine, Marchelle Bohon and Judy Padgett -Cedar,  what tree did you live on?

Linda..sorry about sharing the epiisode. Sometimes I wish my brain had a delete button. I believe Ken's response was that of a gentlema, both when it happened as well as now.

I think we must have been in the same group from Mrs Branch's class. That reading machine was demonic and instilled in me a recurring dream about needing desperately to get to someplace quickly and I can't quite make it. I've decided that I was normal and that the kids who could read and talk fast were just A.D.D.

The "tree street club". I remember it well. Our house was on the corner of Sycamore and Alameda. For the longest time, Sycamore was about as far west as you could go. Huge dust clouds rolled in from the west/northwest. Hi-line wires wailing, small children blowing past your window, tumble weeds lined all the fences and if you smiled for 3 seconds, your teeth looked like you were born in England. grit..everywhere grit. Man I loved those days!!

Linda - I look back on that time very fondly.  I was in Mrs. Branch's class also.

I lived on Pine behind Van French's house on Aspen down the block from Linda Pope's house.  Remember getting my hand broken  at Linda's birthday party.  I think it was Ronnie Davis that fell on my hand.

Tommy, I remember those sand storms too. My dad was a house painter, and we kids helped him on the jobs when available. We had just finished a house (back then we used oil based paint that took a couple of days to dry), when a sand storm came along and messed it up. After it dried, we had to sand it off and repaint. As soon as we were finished it blew again and we had to do it a third time.  That house had the best paint job in town!!

Dad had a good bussiness back then. We did a lot of roofs as most houses roofs were made of wood shingles and had to be re-coated every few years. Used to tie a rope to the back of the '47 chevy bumper and hoist dad up and down the steep roofs by driving forward and back. GREAT SIMPLE TIMES!!

He also painted a lot of grass in the winter after the grass went dormant. People just loved that green grass in the middle of the winter!!

I lived on the corner of pinon and  salt cedar.

Just wanted to get in on the discussion! I didn't have any friends but now I feel like I belong.

Thanks group!

You are a hoot, Ken--wish you were going to be here.

I loved cake walks and fishing--yes, we had those in the country also.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, how about a cakewalk at the reunion!  Sit and visit, get up and walk in a circle, sit and win a cake while visiting, etc.

Mr. Williams, do you have cakewalk music?

I replied below but I just want you to know that I am cracking up reading all of this--too bad that I can't share my LFD stories. Maybe Ron Kettler could share--he went there.

Thanks Margaret - a hoot is one of the nicer things i have been called lately  will miss all of you this fall.

ken

Ken..not going to be with us this fall? What's up with that? (no need to explain) Just know that you're going to be missed by a lot of us. There is still time to reconsider. I think we can even work in a performance of Shapoopee. Rives probably has a checkerd suit he'd loan you. 

YEAH!  I second that! Come on, Ken and join us!

no not this time "The War Dept" and I had to spend way too much time in Roswell this year.  Jan lost her mother and it seems we were up there every week.

Besides Tommy the threat of having to sing the Shapoopee is enough to keep me away.