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~ 5- Thursday, June 3, 2004 "WHERE THE KID COT HIS NAME" Okay, it's June. That means "No More Frost!" My tomatoes are safe now, aren't they?. June has always seemed like the first month of real Itmlmer. Even though September has been a good part of the growin' Imason, anymore we still must remember that we can get that killer frost end of August. The kids are all out of school and enjoyin' the summer. They had a wOnderful bar-b-que Wednesday at the school. I reckon the teachers are just as thankful the school year is over as the students are. Mr. T said he remembered so much that last day of school, "The last day of school is a feelin' you never forget even though the last one was 50 years ago. I loved Ihe feelin' knowing I was free at last. Even the air that last day was clean and fresh." You just don't forget those, days. Mrs. S was anxious to agree, =After watchin' my granddaughters enjoy last few days of the school year, sure did stir up my memories also. It ~nice to get out of the school mode, but I sure missed my friends as I on the ranch and didn't see them very often. Sometimes I wonder why I looked forward to bein' out of school, as my folks just had a lot of chores for me to do each day. Come to think about it, I was just as happy to see the new school year start up as I was to see it end. About the middle of ~gjcUSt, my brother and I would sit down at the kitchen table and go through Penney catalog to pick out some school clothes. We always chose the ones we thought would be the most stylish, all the time knowin' that the folks would make the final judgement. Thinkin' back I'm not sure I ever got the clothes I had on the list." Mr. H said he had the same opportunity to Choose his new school clothes also, but he decided after about the third that there was no such thing as JC Penney's. He said "1 always made out a list and presented it to the decision makers and then waited for the mail. About a week before school started, we would make a trip to town and get a couple pair of jeans and two new shirts." NewcastlMr. S did not grow up in the country and as a city slicker from e, he was able to see what all the local kids were gettin' and SPent the entire summer harpin' at folks for the same items. He remembered, *One year everything had to be pink and black. By golly, we had pink shirts and black pants, we even found some pink and black SOcks. My brother found a black and pink tie to wear to school functions. I ~11 have that tie, but not that brother unfortunately. When I was in about the Seventh grade, dressing for school was rather simple. All us boys wore ~lite t-shirts, blue jeans and black Converse canvas tennis shoes. I never why they called them tennis shoes. We never saw tennis back in those days. The blue jeans were always bought two inches too long so we COuld tum them up in a cuff. The tough guys in our group would roll a pack of cigarettes up in their shirt sleeve when they were not around their folks. It aure made them look tough, even if they never smoked 'era. Back then it was a pack of Camels or Philip Morns cigs. Reckon we all tried them at One time or another, out behind the woodshed. That seemed to be more of a SUmmertime event then durin' the school year." Mr. G grew up in Cheyenne, many, many years ago, but reflected, =1 always looked forward to bein' out of school for ~ summer. We never had to get to bed early and when I was old enough to drive, I could go to the d~ve-in movie with my buddies. Those drive-ins were some experience back then. We would pop up a sack of popcom and take a couple bottles of Pepsi-Cola. The only problem I remember was the movie didn't start before dark which was close to eight o'clock and by then we had always eaten all the popcom and drank the pop and made two trips to the bathroom. Needless to say, we very seldom saw the end of the movies. We ~ays woke up when we heard all the other cars startup to leave. Oh, those lazy days of summer as they say. We never found much new to talk about this week but spent some wonderful moments relivin' those (:lays long ago when even us old folks had our last days of school, q'ill next remember, "Wisdom is easy to carry but difficult to gather." Worth Mentioning EVONNA SCHELLING suggested that she and her husband would buy two additional tickets to go with the pair that could be used by me and my husband. And, so they did...and a good time was had by us alfl I couldn't help but notice, however, that time has changed a lot of things. For instance, Joe Walsh's hair is no longer brown. And I wondered for awhile if the weight of the guitar was causing BECAIJSETHESTORYBEHIND Glenn Fry to stoop slightly. But, I ~.,~ESTORYISANOTHERSTORY finally had to admit that age is I've waited most of my lifetime for this experience; still, I think I WOuld have appreciated it more NaOme two and a half decades ago. evertheless, I had an exceptionally good time at the .Eagles concert in Casper last =Wednesday night. I've been an Eagles fan since 1975 (oh my gosh _ that's 29 years!) when I Was a sophomore in high school. kly, how time flies. How I ended up at the concert ia almost as fun as being there. As ~all, I once told my family that, if Eagles ever reunited from their 14"year separation, I would give n)ost anything to see them in COncert. Well, they finally reunited for their "Hell Freezes Over" tour in 1994, (one band member once ~ he'd sing with the others .again when "hell freezes over" hence the name of that particular toufl) Unfortunately, at that time .they were never within any remote listance of Wyoming...so I was out of luck. But, at that point, real life had t~t in and seeing the Eagles Wa~m't the high priority it had been ~n I was a teen. So, I hadn't " given it much thought in the last tl~ Years until, back in March, the .news broke that the Eagles would ItOld concert in Billings, Rapid City and Casper. I was pretty excited about the l~icOSPects until I heard the ticket e: somewhere between OUtrageous and out of the question. So, just when I d made beace with myself that I'd been out of a ticket, my birthday ~rled around and my family came Ough with a pair of tickets to the Eagles concert. They were also quick to give credit where credit is Clue. It seems that my youngest aUghter, Laura, 14, took it upon Qrself to call my friend in ~Uglas to see if she would be ~rested in going to the concert th me. Of course, not only was ~ly friend willing to go but she noted that the Casper concert ~OUid be held on her twentieth ~lding anniversary. So, she starting to get the best of the super group. Although Timothy B. Schmit seems to have defied the years a little better than his band mates, let's face it: his long hair isn't as thick as it once was. And Don Henley's not as slim as he once was either. Well, what can you expect? They're all on the top side of fifty, looking at sixty years oldl But, they can still pack an arena and belt out their bevy of number one hits. So some things haven't changed. They're still doing just that all across America, Canada and Europe. In fact, it's only good scheduling and marketing strategy that brought them anywhere near us. rm glad for thaL Af~d I'm glad ! got to so thoroughty enjoy the experience of marking off one more of those things that I really want to do before I die! Six years ago, I swore an oath to defend my country, to follow orders from both the President of the United States and the Governor of Wyoming and to protect the rights of all people. For six years I accepted my paycheck and for three years I accepted the college benefits. Uncle Sam decided that it was time for me to payback what I owed in a manner that only a soldier can understand. Through a lack of sleep, large amounts of sweat, being separated from loved ones and sometimes with our very blood. Some people say that they joined for the money, some for the benefits and some for the respect, but we all serve because of the honor and the gratitude we have for the rights and privileges that we exercise daffy. There is a certain amount of pride that comes from putting on the uniform and there is a higher level of pride that comas from serving in Wyoming. I never realized how great Wyoming really was until I got a phone call asking me to report in Casper the next morning, after making a few phone calls I had quit all my jobs, worked out a deal with my landlord and had friends helping me pack up my apartment. My parents agreed to drive down to load my stuff up and by the time all my stuff had to be moved I was tuming down people and vehicles who wanted to help. To everyone who helped and all of you who offered to help, thank you so much. The next moming I was in Casper meeting the people who are now my leaders, my teem members, my friends and my family. Even though we are all Wyoming National Guard soldiers, this was the first time I had met most of these soldiers. The processing in Casper went very smooth thanks to the cooperation of the townsfolk and the soldiers families, but nothing could ease the pain of leaving spouses, parents, girlfriends, and family behind to cross the ocean to secure freedom for an oppressed people. We were an artillery battalion in Wyoming. One of the best units west of the Atlantic Ocean ! .~ and they changed our job, changed our name and changed our skill. We are now one of the best battalions west and east of the Atlantic. This alone should speak for the quality of people who live in and love Wyoming. For now- Powder River- Let'er Buck. Question of the Week "Who was your greatest influence in schoo/?" Robert Wilson "Tommy, becasue he installed automatic flushers." Nikole Hoard "My dad. He made me keep go- ing to school." Whitney Lenz =Mr. Kahler, because the music program gave me so many oppor- tunities in life." Robin Engelhaupt "My parents. They're the ones that made me finish." e Range offers high speed DSL with no security or other interference It worries. Join the growing number of Sundance area Range DSL customers by calling 1-800-92-RANGE today! Sp i lli n g ln k ELIZABETH CANFIELD I have tried all week to write this column about the World War II era. Every once in awhile, somebody ponders that it has taken from 1945 until 2004 to erect a monument to the heroes of that war. Nothing would come together. I don't think I ever heard a veteran from that war say, "What about us?" And then, this morning it came to me: we were a generation of Americans who grew up not knowing that the world owed us anything at all. We were on our own, from the time we were children, in a world where grown-ups struggled in the throes of a depression and drought that seared their souls. Not that we didn't have love; we were cherished, but our parents came from the roaring 1920s into the nightmare of the 1930s, finding that chiffon short skirts, whiskey flasks, fast cars and really risque dance routines were gone. Once-wealthy financiers were jumping out of ten-story windows on Wall Street. For many, there was the real specter of not knowing where tomorrow's food was coming from, or whether they'd be evicted from homes in the cities or from their farms and ranches; jobs were few, and the drought kept the ground bare for rural people, all over this great nation. There were no government programs to begin with; old people had no social security -- there was a small county stipend for very poor old people, considered a stigma by many. Many of the elderly were cared for in their children's homes. There were no relief or welfare programs until Franklin Roosevelt was elected president in 1932. Extended families or neighbors helped each other. I remember when men came to our ranch with a team and wagon, and my father would load up some hay, a few gunnysacks of oats or other grains so that relatives or neighbors would have feed for a milk cow, or for the team that was their only means of transportation. My mother had an irrigated garden that encompassed our entire yard at the ranch; cousins have told me how they would come and we'd pick a washtub full of beans or corn for them to take home to can. We moved to town in the The Sundanxe limes iiiii winter for school, taking a milk cow that was kept in a small barn on the back lot. There was a time when the cow had been milked dry when we went out to milk her in the morning. My father watched, found a couple of boys in the vicinity sneaking in to milk her before daylight...a warning ended that ...I can remember him shaking his head, saying that he knew the small children in the family were going hungry... You would not believe the homes people lived in. The timber north of Upton sheltered many families who moved into deserted old homestead shacks, rent-free, just to have a roof over their heads. Education fell by the wayside. I started high school in 1932 in a class of forty-some freshmen; we graduated, in 1937 a class of fifteen, some of whom had fallen back a grade or two during those four years. All the others had dropped out of school, or dropped back a grade or so... And I don't mean this narrative to sound like we had more than other people. I never had more than one pair of shoes at a time. I can remember, one year, of having one good dress, made over from one my grandmother gave me. I made a variety of collars for it, in different colors, that I'd tack into the neck facing just to change it a little... I went to the Upton schools for 11 years, graduating in 1937 with a high school diploma and a two-year teaching degree, and went out to teach a rural school that fall for $70 per month. A classmate stopped by to tell me he had secured a job at the bentonite plant at the same salary. Many men were supporting a family on less. The country's recovery was slow. The war clouds were gathering all over Europe. Hitler and Mussolini were on the march, and we were aware of it; it was in our future. When it finally came to us in 1941, with Pearl Harbor, it colored everything in our young lives. Last night, during special Memorial Day ceremonies on TV, the orchestra played a medley of songs for each branch of the service...as I listened to each song come up, I remembered friends, boys I knew, dated, danced with, who died during World War II, in each branch. Marines, Navy, Air Corp, Army, Coast Guard, Seabees. On the beaches of Normandy, over the skies of France, in ships at sea. No. My generation didn't need a War Memorial. Collectively and individually, we were--the men and the women--after four long years of war, just glad to have the world let go of us, and give us a chance to roll up our sleeves and mold a life of our own, raise a family and be, finally, masters of our own fate. - I.obbY COW POKES By Ace Reid "If you can hold out a while longer, I may be able to get almost what you paid fer this place," Don't pay too MUCH for b~nk service charges... BANK WITH US litlndlaee M~r~IC~rmIao~~r Phone 283-1074