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This section is new to the website, but I hope will prove to be very popular for our readers. The segment is set aside to showcase a past friendship that made a lasting impression on one of our 64 Alumni.

Just write a short article {paragraph or two} describing a close friend from grade school or Colonel White High School and if you would like to add a picture to accompany your article that would be very welcome. Just send your articles to Jim Rowlands at jrowl88716@aol.com and I will post it on the 64 website.

The Three Musketeers

by By Jim Rowlands (November 1, 2018)

Tim Eads, Bruce Johnson, and Jim Rowlands can best be described as the Three Musketeers – “One for All and All for One.” We all grew up on East Fairview with Tim and Bruce living across the street from me. Growing up during the 1950’s presented a cornucopia of new and exciting experiences. Like all boys, we would play from sun-up to sun-down on occasion getting into all sorts of mischief from stealing cherries from a neighbor’s tree to annoying certain un-cool neighbors who constantly harassed us for the slightest breech of good behavior (i.e. cutting through their yards – playing too loud.)

The “three-some” did everything in concert from sledding and snowball fights in the winter to playing “Kick-the-Can” or Capture-the-Flag till the summer sun went down. Winter or summer, one of the coolest things we did was to go down to the Stillwater River which was only a block from our houses. After crossing Riverside Drive, the river and its accompanying woods presented countless hours of childhood adventures.

Other than Christmas and birthdays the one day that we all looked forward to was Halloween. We were never into elaborate costumes because that might somehow detract from our goal of collecting as much candy as humanly possible. Prearranged, we would meet in front of my house at approximately 6:00 pm. to begin our night of “Trick or Treating.” Racing from house to house, our ambition was to hit as many houses as possible and in the process, accumulate as many goodies as time would allow. Woe to the houses that did not give out candy because they had to face the wrath of three boys that did not take kindly to the neighborhood “cheap-skates.” As was tradition at the end of the night, I had to pay a “Halloween Tax” to my brothers who took a few choice pieces of candy but there was still a mountain of treats left that would last me for weeks.

Another key day on the calendar was the last day of school. As soon as the 3:00 o’clock dismissal bells hang; I would race home to hook up with Tim and Bruce to set in motion our summer vacation. We now had the entire summer free to do whatever we wanted. There were a few exceptions: chores, church, baseball practices/games, and our family vacations.

As the summer wore on Tim, Bruce and I established a daily routine of activities. As for me, I would begin each day playing basketball at E.J. Brown until heat and hunger drove me home. By mid-afternoon we would all congregate at Bruce’s house to plan out the rest of the day. The first thing was a given. We would all hop on our bikes and head up the street to “Cosler’s Drugstore” to indulge in a large milkshake or a cherry coke. After that, the day could be filled with Home Run Derby (using a Wiffle ball), riding our bikes all over the neighborhood, going to Brown School to play four square or tether ball, exploring the river all the way up to Siebenthaler Bridge, or just hanging out talking boy stuff.

One thing I did once a week was jump on my bike and check out the neighborhood trash that was set out for pick-up. I found lots of neet stuff from old jewelry, to a number of fancy wine and whiskey decanters that I gave to my Aunt. But perhaps the coolest treasure I uncovered was an old ornate box filled with lots of old U.S. coins. Another one of my trash treasure’s were two WW Two bayonets.

One day the “three-amigos” decided to build a big fort using large refrigerator boxes in Bruce’s backyard. The fort took us a few days to construct but if I say so myself, it was a “thing of beauty.” However Bruce’s dad said it was an “eyesore” and he eventually had to pay someone to haul it away, -but not before we had weeks of fun out of it.

Adding to the joy of summer, every week the three of us would go down to the local “Dale Theater” to see a movie and then head up the street to grab a burger and fries at Marion’s. On special occasions we would take the “Number 7” bus down town to the Victoria Theater to see the latest big screen movie. We always went there because my cousin Alice worked the ticket booth and she would let us in free. (The popcorn and candy we had to pay for.) After the movie, we would wander over to Woolworth’s Soda Fountain or, during Christmas season, we would make a special trip to see the animated window Christmas display at the Rike-Kumler Store. That was always a spellbinding and magical experience for us three.

However, with the calendar turning to September; as it always did, it signaled summer vacation was rapidly coming to an end and school was about to start.

But as the years wore on, our care-free days of elementary school and summer high-jinks would come to an end when Tim and I set off for our first days of high school at Colonel White. Bruce, being a year behind us, would be joining us at Colonel White the following year.

Our high school years would expose us to many new and different activities and thus our field of friends began to expand beyond just us three. Despite our expanding worlds, Tim and I would remain best friends throughout our high school days and beyond.

At the end of my freshman year, a new threesome was formed when Tim introduced me to his grade school friend John Graham. John or Ernie as we called him would become our new best buddy (I feel another friendship story raising up inside me.) Now the new three-some of Tim, John, and I would be inseparable throughout our high school days and after. College, War, Marriage, Family and Work would ultimately separate us – but our memories would keep us friends for ever.

Dedicated to Bruce and Tim – “Thanks for the Friendships”


BEST FRIENDS

by Jackie Winkler (August 4, 2018)

Who can list the criteria that qualifies a person as a “best friend?” That is a personal question! I have the privilege of still being relatively close with so many of my grade and high school friends, not because I’m such a swell person, but rather due to an invisible connection that has persevered over time and circumstance. That may sound lofty and a little ambiguous, so let me put meat on those bones! Let me share a few details about one such long-term, enduring friendship.
You know her.

I moved to the E.J.Brown School district before beginning the 5th grade where I would attend the 5th school of my brief educational career. Being quite shy, I don’t really remember how I integrated into the scene, but I loved my 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Daschield. That year I met friends I would love for life (I won’t name them all, but I could!). I also do not remember how DeeDee Study and I first met, but she lived on Willowwood where I became a regular visitor. My house was quiet and usually empty, but DeeDee’s home had life; her mom, dad, sister, brother, in-laws were commonly present or coming and going. They welcomed me and I welcomed the inclusion.

Spending the night with DeeDee on a school eve meant I might get to wear something from her closet the next day! I loved her powder blue and her blush pink angora sweaters, so I wore them whenever I mustered the courage to ask her. (She never said I couldn’t, so my hesitation was in my own head.) I have no recollection what we did together otherwise, but we were there, together. The two of us. As the years marched on, we graduated from Brown School 8th grade to Colonel White High.

We had no classes together, and we never double-dated. I did not invite DeeDee to my house much because it was not an inviting place; her home was alive with people and activity. Toward the end of our freshman year we both auditioned for Little Colonels, and we both were selected to join the team! We never roomed together at band camp. We were not joined at the hip, but we always knew the other was not far away. Prior to our senior year DeeDee’s family moved to Englewood, outside of the CW school district. With a special dispensation from the Board of Education she was given permission to continue at CW because she was a Little Colonel! Now she needed transportation, so her parents gifted her with a new, 1965 turquoise Mustang to safely shuttle us to and from all points of fun and responsibility!

Following graduation we each went to work—not college—in Dayton and we stayed connected through our first marriages until I left the country to live in Holland. Since snail mail became our only option for communication, and because life picked up pace for both of us, our interaction was sparse for the next several years. Marriages. Kids. Jobs. Divorces. Financial ups and downs. Health challenges. Travels. But I always knew DeeDee was there (you know what I mean by that).

Unable to attend our 25th Year Reunion (1988), DeeDee sent me a long-hand letter written on a yellow legal pad describing the big event—pictures and all. I was almost present with other friends through her letter and the photos! The photo below was taken in 1993, five years following the reunion, while I was visiting Dayton from Tennessee.

After the one-time Little Colonel Reunion in 2010, I moved to Troy, Ohio, and DeeDee and I were able to resume our friendship on a local level. I separated us geographically again toward the end of 2014…this time to accept a part-time job in Florida. After I finished packing and my apartment was nearly empty, DeeDee became the gracious protector of my Little Colonel uniform, boots and hat included which she still holds for me. (Never ask why I think I need to save it!)

Since my move to Alaska via Mexico in 2014, it seems we are more attached to each other. We understand what each is saying on that deeper level…especially the aging issues…a continuum of pain and seriousness. With the Internet at our discretion now we can readily talk to each other, once a week or several times a day. Our long-time, no-holds barred, unrelenting friendship will continue as long as we do. From our simple childhood connection to our deeper sharing and conversations over sixty years, we know we have been given the gift of each other (sounds a little sappy, I know).


FOUND!

Debbie Hardsog

UPDATE:

     Finally Debby and I were able to set a day to meet an hour from her home. It was an interesting afternoon as we tried to catch up on 42 yeas in four hours. Debby looks the same and is very much the fine lady she always was. We had a long lunch, shared photos and stories of our families. Debby and her husband Bob have three children, two daughters and a son and three grandchildren.

     I have not seen Debbie since 1965 late in the year, I know her family moved to Florida but I reach a dead end there. Her parents were older as mine were and I assume that they are no longer alive. Debbie was very beautiful and talented.

     I have searched New York through acting guilds and etc and have had no luck. I can not find her in the State of Ohio or in Florida . If you know where Debbie is… or what has happened to her please get her in touch with us. It would be greatly appreciated.

The more time goes by the more I fear that she is gone.

-Maggie

 

 

 


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