ADDENDA

I had a serious memory lapse when writing the current posting about the CCC (below), and I’m thankful someone caught it. After championing the cause of unsung NAHS musicians a month ago, I proceeded to overlook the wonderful swing band, The Mello-Tones, who played many times for our CCC dances. They were so good we tended to forget they were local lads.

Thanks to Bill Young, I have a list of the members (and if you can fill the blank, please let me know):

Jim Wagner, Perry Class of 55, Alto Sax
Jim Pannier, NA Class of 56, Alto Sax
Joe Ford, NA Class of 56, Trumpet
Bill Fiddler, Perry Class of 55, Piano
Butch Blumenschein, NA Class of 56, Trumpet
George Geisel (sp?), NA Class of 57? Trombone
______________, Class ? Bass (Viol, not Guitar)
Bob Brier, NA Class of 56, Drums
Bill Young, Class of 58, Tenor Sax
Tom Regan, Class of 56, Tenor Sax

Bill remembers that at some point during the evening, Bob Brier would perform a drum solo, and says, “Whenever he started, someone would turn on all of the lights, which I believe completely destroyed the effect.”

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Three of us girls in my 7:30 am Yoga class here in Ames are going to our 50^th High School Class Reunions this summer, and we’ve been comparing notes about it (after Savasana and Namaste). Today Jackie reported that last weekend she took her mom to her 69^th class reunion somewhere here in Iowa. Fourteen class members attended—along with their 14 chauffeurs! Jackie said, “I got to listen, when I came to pick up Mom, as they made plans for their big 70^th reunion next summer.”

Anyone want to hazard a guess in what sort of vehicle they may be conveying us when we gather in Wexford in 2028 for our 70^th?

Cumberland Filled the Gap

What’s the first thing I think of when I hear the word “Cumberland”? It’s that beautiful stretch of US Route 25E where Virginia, Kentucky, and Tennessee all come together and the Appalachian Mountains spread apart to let you pass through on the old Wilderness Road of Daniel Boone: The Gateway to the West, Cumberland Gap.

The next thing I think of is the old frame St. John’s Church (c. 1895), built by German Lutherans to replace a log church of 100 years earlier. It served as the Cumberland Community Center (CCC) for over 20 years (1954-1977). Located on Cumberland Road, which connects Perry Highway and McKnight Road, it was just up the hill from what became North Allegheny Junior-Senior High School in 1954. In the graveyard surrounding the church are familiar ancestral names: Brandt, Espe, Grubb, Hartman, Sarver. When the Lutherans dedicated their new church building nearby in November 1952, the old one was renovated to become a social activities center for us kids—filling a gap in two ways: a) providing a place for recreation when nothing like it existed out here in the northern sticks and b) giving us some social skills during that awkward gap between childhood and adulthood.

Tom and Ruth Wiegman, who were also members of St. John’s, served as directors and organizers of CCC activities during our tenure. Their daughter, Lorraine, was a member of NAHS Class of 1956, the first to graduate from the new high school down the hill. She was quite a girl—an artist, a majorette, and probably the best dancer to grace CCC’s floorboards (although I believe Tom Regan rather than Mr. Wall was more frequently her jitterbug partner).

Pick Up Basketball

Although most of us remember the CCC dances, Pete Brandt reminded me that it was available to students for other activities as well. He writes: “We students could use it anytime we wanted as long as we were responsible, turned the lights off and the heat down, and returned the key by 10 p.m. to Mrs. Wiegman. I started an independent basketball team that played at CCC. Some team members were John Allardice, John Douglas, Jack Miller, and Mike and Pete Thurston for our class; Bob Goode, Bernie Kwalik, Bill Mulligan, Ken Altfather, and Wally Baker as well. I remember “The Boys” (Andy Sohngen, Paul Mahoney, Ed Florak, Mike McKay, Chuck Hannan, Arnie Huwar, among others) also had a team, and we played them once or twice. Someone told The North Star sports reporter our team was called “The Brandt All-Stars.” The truth is we never had a name; we only wanted to have fun.”

Saturday Night Dances

An early souvenir is this 2¢ postal card headed “CCC Canteen Schedule—Remember the dates!” Dances were alternate Saturday nights during the school year from 8 to 11 pm. We paid Mr. or Mrs. Wiegman 50¢ at the door and got the back of our right hand stamped. At the first dance on November 13, 1954, Mr. Koosz offered free jitterbug lessons at 7:30 before the regular dance began.

Other than the kids from Ingomar, who had been taking ballroom dancing lessons from Karl Heinrich for three years (learning waltz, fox trot, rumba, and swing), most of the NAHS males weren’t especially adventurous on their feet; a slow shuffle sufficed. One unnamed source has remarked, “…as I recall, the guys and therefore the girls would not attempt what was simply referred to as fast dancing, and there would be a mass exodus from the dance floor.” A ping-pong table in the next room preoccupied some of the shyest ones, who rarely ventured out on the dance floor at all unless it was the occasional “girls-ask-the-boys dance” or Sadie Hawkins Day (Feb. 29), when some brazen hussy might go in and drag one of them away from his paddle!

A particularly memorable evening called “Winter Wonderland” (Jan 1, 1955) was “a gala New Years dress-up dance with a surprise in store.” The surprise was a hypnotist. Folding chairs were arranged across the dance floor forming an auditorium set-up. After we all sat down, the hypnotist had us concentrate on pressing our hands together while he talked to us in soft persuasive tones, trying to convince us that our hands were firmly stuck together. This was his way of determining who among us were the most suggestible and likeliest subjects. He brought them up front and engaged them in a series of hilarious routines while they were still under his spell. It completely blew us away. It was a great hit.

Later on in 1955, I got to be chair for a Sock Hop. I remember my committee making big posters of stockings on old window blinds and hanging them around the room for decorations. That evening we all danced in our bobby socks, of course. (Sorry I don’t have a photo of that occasion, but it would have looked something like this one from a Midwestern school.)

Also in 1955, I recall getting in some trouble. I was lured away from the dance by some persuasive friends (Janet Gilleland, Bill Bauer, and Emil Schultz to be exact) to go out for a spin in Emil's brother's car and stop for a milkshake before returning me to the CCC. The Wiegmans had a rule that once you left the dance, you couldn’t get back in. Mr. Wiegman did allow me to call my parents and wait in the vestibule until they came to collect me. I was quite miffed at the time (since my mother asked too many questions), but I have real admiration and affection now for the Wiegmans. They took their in loco parentis responsibilities quite seriously. (I’m still glad though that no one found out that among the four of us, none was old enough to have a driver’s license yet.)

By 1957-58, the CCC Canteen had become so successful that separate dances were needed for “juniors” (grades 7-9) on alternate Fridays and “seniors” (grades 10-12) on alternate Saturday nights, 8-11. Membership cards were issued (see mine at right) and I could bring a guest as long as s/he was a tenth grader or older.

I’ve compiled a list of my favorites among the popular songs that we danced to at CCC–mostly slow to accommodate the shufflers. It’s been a labor of love faffing around to find videos of them on You Tube. If you’d like to listen and watch them performed, simply click on the title and turn up the volume on your speakers.

“Earth Angels” The Penguins (1954), unexpected do-wop success on a flipside

“Only You” The Platters (1955), followed 4 months later by

“The Great Pretender” (1955)

“Love Letters in the Sand” Pat Boone—with his whistle (1957)

“Memories Are Made of This” Dean Martin (1956)

Now a fast one: “At the Hop" Danny and the Juniors (1957)

“You Send Me” Sam Cooke (1957), founder of soul music

“Diana” Paul Anke (1957), a Lebanese Canadian who was so young--only 16 at the time

“All I Have to Do Is Dream” (1958) Everly Brothers

“I Want You, I Need You, I Love You (1956) Elvis Presley, and later that year

“Love Me Tender” (1956)—then he went in the army and it was all downhill

Get ready for a mass exodus: "Rock Around the Clock" (1956) Bill Haley and the Comets

“Allegheny Moon” (1956) Patti Page—a Pittsburgher’s gotta like it

“Chances Are” (1957) Johnny Mathis

“Tears on My Pillow” (1958) Little Anthony and the Imperials

“That’ll Be the Day” (1958) Buddy Holly and the Crickets

“Who’s Sorry Now” Connie Francis (1958)

Connie’s boy friend, Bobby Darrin had a fast one “Splish Splash” (1957)—(His “Dream Lover” wasn’t until after we graduated)

"Little Darlin'" (1957) The Gladiolas (they did it before The Diamonds and I still like their version better)

“Young Love” (1957) Sonny James

“Silhouettes” (1957) The Rays

“It’s All in the Game” (1958) Tommy Edwards (did you know the melody was written by Coolidge's veep, Dawes?)

“No, Not Much” (1956) The Four Lads

“You Don’t Know Me” (1956) Jerry Vale

“Que Sera Sera” (1956) Doris Day, from the Hitchcock movie

"Sixteen Candles" (1957) The Crests

As 10:50 p.m. approached, I believe Mr. Wiegman would slip “Good Night, Irene” on the turntable. That indicated the evening was nearly over. It was the signal to boys who wanted to be dancing close to a particular girl (and have a good chance of taking her down to Delney’s or maybe just driving her home before her curfew). They needed to start peering around in the dark. And for girls, it was the signal to come out of the restroom or wherever they might have wandered, move away from any clusters of other girls, and make themselves conspicuous if there was a particular boy. Then, always, there were The Spaniels (1954) singing, “Good Night, Sweetheart,” and possibly a quick kiss and a last embrace.

(Did I forget your favorite? E-mail me!)

A Sad Ending

On January 9, 1977, in the same year that the new North Allegheny Senior High School would open out in Wexford, Cumberland Community Center burned down. Only the bell and a stained glass window remain from the building, now just a grassy space in the cemetery.

R.I.P., dear CCC.

When Eating Out First Came In

Today’s posting is dedicated to my grandson, Eamonn, who turns four years old this week. If he’s like his mom, someday he’s going to want to know what it was like to be a kid back “in olden times.” He may not believe that someone could grow up never having clambered around in Playland at Mickey D’s or eaten a Happy Meal (with a Transformer toy in it) —not that he gets to do that very often himself.

Once, a long time ago, when Gram was a teenager, there was nothing called “fast food” or “super size” or “McNuggets.” Cars didn’t have cup holders, and food scientists hadn’t gotten busy creating finger foods that required no utensils to eat them straight from their wrappings. In fact, in the 1950s we didn’t eat away from home much at all.

But the first time I did, I dined elegantly, like a princess. In 1946, my mom took me on a train trip from Pittsburgh to New York City to see my new baby cousin. We ate in a Pennsylvania Railroad dining car. It would have passed muster with Sir Topham Hatt [for those who don’t follow the adventures of Thomas the Tank Engine and his Friend, Sir Topham is CEO]. There were snowy white linens, silver-plated sugar bowls, and extremely attentive black waiters serving carefully prepared food.

During our NYC stay, my aunt took us for lunch to Horn & Hardart, the automat that didn’t exist back home. We selected our lunch from a wall of glass windows. You put some nickels in the slot, slid open the window, and removed a sandwich, salad, or piece of pie, whatever you chose. The windows were filled from the kitchen behind the wall, and everything was freshly made and more appealing than what we extract from vending machines nowadays. In the 50’s, vending machines usually held bottles of coke, “Refreshment the whole world prefers” was the 1958 slogan. But, I digress…

Perhaps the ambiance of the dining car was why someone got the idea back in the 1920s of turning obsolete dining cars into diners, small short-order eateries. After World War II, as the economy returned to civilian production and the suburbs boomed, diners spread beyond the eastern seaboard cities along suburban highways. They frequently had stainless steel interiors, large windows, and booths. The grill, on which most of the cooking was done, was behind a long counter. The sassy wait staff was responsible for a whole new lingo for common foods. For example, BLT, mayo, the blue plate special, Joe, OJ, over easy, hashed browns, cackleberries (eggs), sunny side up, sinkers (donuts), Zeppelins in a fog (sausages and mashed potato), graveyard stew (my grandma’s cure for everything, it was white toast sprinkled with cinnamon sugar sitting in warm milk). “Pittsburgh” was even used as an adjective to tell the cook to char the meat on the outside while leaving it red in the middle, just like Jones & Laughlin at night. Eberhart’s out in Wexford is the one diner I remember. The specialty was chicken-in-the-basket with French fries. Deep fried, of course. Cole slaw was as close to a green vegetable as it got. That was where my parents might eat out on a special occasion when I was just a kid.

The North Hills Develops

More restaurants opened in the North Hills as the population grew. Among the better known were Pat McBride's, McSorleys, Rebel’s Corners, Carmody’s, Tu-Deck’s, Dolly’s, and Pine Valley (where baseball banquets were held). There must have been some spaghetti places (Flamgletti’s, Baldini’s [right]), but not many ethnic places ventured our way. I don’t believe my dad’s and Uncle Cy Logan’s favorite tavern, The Fox Trot Inn (near the intersection of Perry Highway and Ingomar Road), served pub grub as it does now. When Cy died in 1975, Mother asked the brothers who then owned and tended bar at the Fox Trot to serve as his pallbearers—a nice touch I thought.

An odd place on Route 19 in Wexford was The Convict Inn, which probably folded by 1958, lacking a faithful clientele (of lifers). The most notable feature of this restaurant was a line of inmates in horizontal black and white bee-striped prison uniforms marching along the roof ridge. Inside the jail theme continued with cells, iron bars, opened shackles, and tin serving plates. It was the decor, rather than the food (what besides bread and water?), that I remember from my only visit. Who could have dreamed up such a depressing, unappetizing joint! Much more popular was the Howard Johnson's that appeared in the vicinity somewhat later.

Generally eating out was just stopping somewhere for ice cream—Raupp’s or Taylor’s (left) on Kummer Road at the edge of North Park, Isaly’s on McKnight Road, and Tastee Freez on Perry Highway. Frozen custard and soft-serve variants were also available. The obelisks of homemade vanilla ice cream balanced on the top of waffle cones were dished up by Martha Raupp. (She was the stern wife of Frank, McCandless’ lone police officer in the 1940’s, who used to bring small boxes of candy each Christmas to us Ingomar School kids). What made the Raupp’s ice cream particularly memorable was the dexterity required to eat it without having it topple off the cone and into the cinders in the parking lot outside their store! Again, I digress.

By the time I turned 15 and started cruising around in cars with boys, drive-in restaurants with curb service sprang up on Routes 8 and 19, and McKnight Road. I remember the first McDonald’s meal I ate when the golden arches appeared on McKnight Road. The burger was not much bigger than the quarter it cost and came on a large bun with two pre-assigned blobs of mustard and ketchup. Period. The little sack of French fries and the thick milkshake were much better.

My memory gets fuzzy here, but I think the McDonald franchise became Delney’s (for the partners, Delligatti and Sweeney—no relative) and moved farther north on McKnight Road. I believe both partners had NAHS teenagers, who were younger than us. It was a popular spot for North Alleghenians of my era to stop after sports events, movies, and Community Center dances. We went not because the food was “fast,” but because it was a place to sit in a darkened car with our dates (and not have the McCandless police shining their flashlights into the window). According to the McDonald website, the Big Mac (not offered “system-wide” until 1968) was “the brainchild of Jim Delligatti, one of Ray Kroc's earliest franchisees, who by the late 1960s operated a dozen stores in Pittsburgh.” I’m impressed!

But in 1958, Big Macs as well as most of today’s fast food franchises were unknown. Although Dairy Queen went national right after WWII (1947) to be followed by Colonel Sander’s KFC in 1952, and McDonald’s in 1954, Burger King didn’t expand beyond Miami until 1958, the same year as I-HOP. Pizza Hut and Subway developed in the 1960s, and Dave Thomas opened the first Wendy’s in Columbus in 1969.

My favorite was always Eat ’n Park, a mostly Pennsylvania chain that started in the South Hills in 1949 and came to McKnight Road in the 50s. Among its claims to fame were the carhops and the Big Boy hamburgers, which had a particularly good sauce, similar to Russian salad dressing.

In 2005, I was flummoxed when visiting the art museum at the University of Iowa to round a corner and find a 12-foot Big Boy statue in the Sculpture Court. The adjacent plaque described it as “a monumental found-art sculpture by John Freyer”. Huh? Freyer caused a stir back then when his master’s thesis (later a book) was a performance art project. He sold all his earthy belongings on eBay (including an opened box of taco shells, half a bottle of mouthwash, almost all of his clothes, and, his sideburns), then talked about it on NPR and wrote a book, All My Life for Sale. Freyer successfully conned the U of I Museum into buying this piece of fiberglass. As a curator said in an interview in for school newspaper, The Daily Iowan, “There may be those who question the object’s validity…. The exhibit aims to provoke people to question their presumptions of art, creating a dialogue between artist and viewer about the eternal artistic question: What is art anyway?”

Which reminds me of Professor Harold Hill, The Music Man (mentioned in my posting of June 28), who gulled a different group of Iowans. And, dear Eamonn, it suggests that you need to hear Hans Christian Andersen’s tale, “The Emperor’s New Clothes.”

Note: I would appreciate any corrections/additions concerning North Hills’ eateries since my recollections have come from my memory without written sources backing them. Special thanks go to Anita "Doll" Bauer (Bill’s mom) for contributing names of most of the restaurants.

From Victory Garden to Tang—and Back?

During my grandchildren’s visit, I was rummaging among Little Golden books in the basement and came across a cookbook of my mother’s (left)—some 800 recipes from the members of the Ingomar Woman’s Club, assembled and sold as a fundraiser sometime in the 1950s. Mother, who was not a particularly inspired cook, contributed a few: Cold Pickles (first ingredient: 3 quarts of vinegar!), Corn Fritters, Date and Nut Bread, and Macaroni Loaf Casserole. The latter was scrumptious; a slightly altered version can be found in Irma Rombauer’s classic Joy of Cookbook (p. 187, 1963 ed.) That casserole requires at least 45 minutes of chopping, grating, cooking and stirring, then 1-1/2 hours in a 325° oven. With that sort of time commitment on many of the recipes, no wonder the cookbook migrated to the basement.

It started me remembering the way we ate at home in the 1950s. (The advent of eating out will be saved for another day.) Shortly after my parents moved from the city to Ingomar and WWII heated up, they planted a Victory Garden on their second acre of land. They created an orchard with about a dozen fruit trees, a berry patch, and in the rest, lots of beans, cabbages, corn, cucumbers, and tomatoes. Posters (right) had encouraged planting by those on the Home Front to lower the price of produce needed by the War Department to feed the troops, thus saving money that could be spent elsewhere on the military. According to U.S. historians, nearly 20 million Americans answered the call and produced up to 40% of vegetables consumed nationally (1943-44).

My mom had grown up a Logan in the wilds of Pine Township and really relished tilling the soil; my dad was a city slicker from the North Side—read “clueless but dedicated farm laborer.” Their garden’s bounty went toward great Corn Roasts in the backyard for relatives and friends and later, much preserving of jam, apple butter, tomato juice, and bread-and-butter pickles.

By the 1950s though, the garden had shrunk to just beans, tomatoes and cukes. The fruit trees, no longer sprayed, required major worm removal. Corn now came from trips to the farm stands on Wexford flat (Shenot’s, Brooker’s) or Brandt School Road (Soergel’s). Mom was reluctant to go “in the highway” to the supermarkets that began to appear, since the village of Ingomar always had either a general store (B. Dale Dixon’s) or what would later be known as a mom-and-pop’s (Flanek’s) before Shop N Save arrived in the 1960s.

Roy, the Otto Suburban milkman, delivered our glass bottles of milk and coffee cream. The best butcher (between Cole’s in Wexford and Shindel’s in Perrysville) was John’s, just a half a block from us on Ingomar Road—home of the area’s best chipped ham. When real baked goods were required, we had to drive in to Vogel’s in Perrysville before Barcus’ arrived at Pine’s Plaza. At least one Ingomar ATWT classmate remembers the Vogel cupcakes I brought to school for my birthday—each topped with a sugary frosting rose.

A scan of the Ingomar Woman’s Club cookbook suggests the inroads convenience foods were starting to have. I wasn’t surprised by the number of ways lime jello and Philadelphia cream cheese could be combined (often with crushed pineapple) into sweet treats—I confess, that was about all I knew how to make until I graduated from college. Other name-brand standby’s mentioned in the book: Bisquick, Miracle Whip salad dressing, Campbell’s Condensed Tomato (or Mushroom) Soup as the binding to hold casseroles together, Eagle Brand condensed milk, Marshmallow Fluff, Mother’s Oats, and of course, local favorite H. J. Heinz tomato ketchup, mild mustard, vinegar, and pickles.

Recipes with multiple versions included tuna noodle casserole, Rice Krispie bars, chiffon pies (Knox gelatin, eggs and heavy cream), and desserts laden with dates, raisins, or bottles of Maraschino cherries. Shortening (such as “Spry”) was the fat of choice in baking, although a couple of times recipes mentioned “Oleo” as a substitute for butter. A recipe of Mrs. William B. Rodgers called “Sailors Duff,” sent me scurrying to the dictionary where I learned it was “a stiff flour pudding boiled in a cloth bag or steamed”—when I’d thought it was rather unappetizingly just another name for a butt—as in “Get off your duff.”

The Ingomar ladies no doubt only contributed their special “company fare” to the cookbook not deeming to mention everyday things like iceberg lettuce, Velveeta cheese, Reddi-wip, Bosco (chocolate syrup to add to milk), Chef Boyardee spaghetti sauce, or that GIs' fave brought back from the war, Hormel’s SPAM (which stands for Shoulder of Pork And HaM and has been immortalized by the Monty Python sketch, worth looking at again by clicking on this You Tube link). My frugal grandma had her own version of SPAM that I dearly loved. She made stuffing from onions and the stale ends of Braun’s bread, placed several spoonfuls of stuffing between pairs of thin slices of SPAM, tied them into neat little packages with kitchen string, and fried these gourmet gifties in bacon fat. Yum! (The best part for a kid was sucking on the string afterward and gnawing the little tidbits that clung to it.)

After 1953 on bridge nights, my mom sometimes resorted to those amazing aluminum trays of Swanson TV dinners (turkey with gravy, cornbread dressing, frozen peas, and mashed sweet potato with a square of butter was the original combo), which cost 98¢ and took 25 minutes in a 425° oven. By 1958, a lot of convenience foods were added to supermarket shelves, among them: frozen French fries, Ruffles potato chips, Rice-a-Roni, Sweet ‘n Low, Cocoa Puffs, Lipton’s instant tea, ramen, and the breakfast orange drink Tang (later sent into space and used by me to make "Russian Tea" or to clean the dishwasher, as Heloise suggested).

We were well on our way to an addiction to time-saving, consumer-targeted processed concoctions that Michael Pollan refers to as “industrial eating," in his latest book, The Omnivore’s Dilemma (Penguin, 2007), about Americans’ approach to the politics, perils, and pleasures of our nutrition. I was not too surprised recently to come across a website “Revive the Victory Garden for victory over global warming” (click here). It suggested planting the vegetables you will consume in a season amongst the flowers in the front yard, put tomatoes in containers on the patio and sprouts on the kitchen windowsill. Hmm. Cucumbers next to the tiger lilies (also edible)? I’ll have to think about that.

P.S. For those who were disappointed by the small group photos in my last posting about ATWTs, I've now remedied the problem with a link to a web album. See below. Also check out the three comments by clicking on "Comments."

Hail to the ATWTs

(pronounced “at-wits,” it stands for All The Way Throughs!)

It’s a holiday weekend and my office is being occupied by Superboy (left). Trips to the computer are restricted to hasty peeks. So I’m just going to give you some photos to study. I wish they were bigger, but this blogging program only allows 300 pixels. To see larger versions of the three group photos, click on this link and select "Slide Show". Some of us still marvel that we went through all 12 grades in North Allegheny schools. We’re the equivalent of the Sons and Daughters of the American Revolution or the Signers of the Mayflower Compact—to give it a patriotic spin on the Fourth.

My thanks to fellow ATWTs Bill Young, Marge Downer and Helen Yingling, who supplied photos and names. I regret that I don’t know who went all the way through from Marshall Township; I understand kids in our class from the Peebles district of McCandless, with its tiny old school, were transferred to Espe (according to Priscilla Kerr). Several non-ATWTs from Franklin Township (Connie Stevens and Janet Gilleland) tried to help, but since neither was around at the beginning, they couldn’t supply a class photo and could only guess at names. I would be happy to add ATWTs from the other elementary schools in the North Allegheny district at a later date (and before the t-shirt order gets placed).

The Borough of Bradford Woods

According to Marge Downer, BW’s school was the only public building in town and was used for everything. A big folding wall divided the two classrooms that opened for Sunday services, before the church was built next door. The first four grades were on one side, grades 5-8 on the other. As she writes, “With four grades in one room, the teacher had to keep us all silent for most of the day. We had no special subjects either, which meant Mrs. Weinman was with us from nine to four with an hour break for lunch, when we all went home. Once she took us to her place for a field trip. She and her husband had a mink farm. I don’t think anyone got a finger bitten off.”

Geographically, Helen Yingling, who lived close to the rest of the Yingling clan on Sunset Drive in 1946, should have been a classmate of mine at Ingomar. But since her family was going to be moving the next year, her dad insisted she should commute everyday to school in the wilds of Bradford Woods. She hitched a ride in a U.S. Postal Service truck driven by Jim DeZort (who smoked stinky cigars) along with huge canvas bags of mail.

This photograph of Bradford Woods “little room” (called that not because of its size but because of the younger kids in it) was probably taken in spring 1947. Class of 1958 ATWTs are first graders in the front row. Recognizing them, in boldface, from left to right: 1. Pat Henke, 2. Mildred Walters, 3. Grier Cooper 4. Helen Yingling, 5. Peter Young, 6. Jack Sramek, 7. George Gunn, 8. Marge Downer, 9. Susan Chapman, and 10. one second-grader, Margie Theurer (’57).(Contact Helen if you want to know the older little people in the back rows.)

Out front is Teddy Downer, Marge’s dog, who seems to have been a fixture in BW school photos.

Espe Elementary, McCandless Township

Largest of the first grades, Espe had at least 13 ATWTs (maybe more?). This photo also contains Sue Sutter and Marilyn Michalko, who recognized their error early on and departed for Ingomar School in time for second grade. (Sue then moved on to Pine Township School until she rejoined us at NAHS in 8^th grade.) Notice how Espe separated the girls, apparently finding them delicate and seating them on those extremely uncomfortable wooden folding chairs in the front row. Front row (left to right with some names missing): 1. Kathie Boyer, 2. Dolores Fike, 3. Sue Sutter, 4, 5, 6. June Blystone, 7, 8. Donna Osterwise (Jami Hart), 9. Edrie Apple, 10. Marilyn Michalko, 11. Janet Heim, 12. Mildred Halboth. Back row: 1. Bill Young, 2, 3. Calvin Hartman, 4. Richard Sass, 5. Chuck Richards, 6. Warren Bald, 7. Ron Huch, 8, 9. Gary Diamond, 10. Harry Hipwell, 11. Ron Carpenter (?), 12. Regis Gschwind, 13. Billy Rogan, 14, 15, 16. Bob Beilstein. Teacher: Miss Stansbury (see Mickey Michalko's remembrance in the comments).

When I asked if Bill Young if he was really wearing knickers, he replied, “Of course they are knickers. At age 6, I was a slave to fashion. Fortunately, I outgrew that problem. Kneesocks had powerful elastic bands which probably cut off circulation. The bottoms of the knickers also had extremely strong elastic bands. At the end of a day wearing that combination, my legs really hurt. Gosh, the sacrifices we make to look good.” Darn it! I wish you could see his outfit better--the bowtie, the Fair Isle vest.

Ingomar Elementary, McCandless Township

Well, I saved the best for last. We Ingomar kids were clearly a happy-g0-lucky lot compared to the rather rustic B-Woodzers and proper Espians. Girls are mixed in with boys, and no one needs a chair. Actually, I’ve cheated a little by providing the second grade photo (1947) in order to include some stellar class members who are not quite ATWTs—Brandt, Roessler, Schleuning, and Roth. (At left I’m setting off for the first day of first grade, Sept. 1946.)

Front row: Ted Matoka, Henry Ford, Arthur Brandt (who later departed for Espe), Richard Sinewe (‘59), Philip Lane, Billy Campbell, Jack Miller, Ernie Roessler.

Middle row: Margie Behrens, Karen Ringeisen, Linda Schleuning, Barbara Sweeney, Joyce Kuhlman, June Blystone, Sue Sutter, Patty Nutter (’59), Ruth June Gross, Mike Lake.

Back row: Ray Blystone, Dick Fink, Virginia Grosick, Marilyn Michalko, Mrs. Reed, Judy Roth, Marilyn Sarver, Jimmy Quickle, George Crawford. Missing from the picture, but also Ingomar ATWTs: Audrey Bergman and Marilyn Grupp.

Pete Brandt has remarked rather enviously that he wishes he could have worn a striped jacket like Jack Miller, clearly our GQ fashion candidate. Good thing he didn’t know about the Prince of Fashion, Bill Young, yet.

Any miss-identifications? Let me know. Next week I should be back online.