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Oscar Tener - We already met Oscar Tener but I just remembered another story. We had a garden behind our house which I spaded a couple of times in the spring in preparation for planting. I usually stretched the job across two and sometimes part of a third day. In 1953 Oscar asked Dad if he might spade it to make a little money and Dad agreed which was fine with me. Oscar was over sixty years old and seemed quite an old man to me so I was very surprised when I got home from school and found that he had spaded the entire garden in one day.
Harley McCaffertys – The McCaffertys had both a blue star and a gold star in their window during the Second World War signifying that they had two sons in the service. The blue one was for Walter and the gold one was for Clarence, who according to The History of Carroll High School was killed in the Battle of the Bulge.
Roger McCafferty, whom we all called “Cabbage”, and I were classmates. In the autumn of 1951 Roger drove the two of us out to Bachman’s orchard, west of town next to the Betzer Cemetery, to pick apples. Mr. Bachman gave us our picking buckets. These hung on your shoulders by a harness leaving your hands free for climbing the ladders and for picking the apples. They had a waist strap so they would stay next to your body and out of the way of movement. They had a canvas bottom that could be opened by releasing two retention strings allowing you to deposit your apples into the one bushel apple crates. He showed us which trees we were to pick and the ladders nearby. We picked in a hurry because we only had a couple of hours of daylight. We managed to pick a combined total of twenty-six bushels. Near dark we went to the office to collect for our twenty-six bushels. Mr. Bachman misunderstood and thought we had each picked twenty-six bushels and paid us accordingly. I think it was a quarter per bushel so we each ended up with six dollars and fifty cents. I think (and I’m sure Cabbage would agree) that an argument could be made that we did not want to embarrass Mr. Bachman by pointing out his mistake. But if you’re not buying that, the next time you see one of the Bachmans, you can tell them that both Cabbage and I owe them three dollars and a quarter. Reflecting back on this now, makes me wonder whether Mr. Bachman was just tired after a long day and never gave it a thought or whether fifty two bushels was about what he expected two guys to pick. This may say something about Cabbage’s and my early picking prowess. Hmm, I wonder.
Cabbage and I went hunting for rabbits one winter day. It was the only time in my life that I hunted wildlife with a gun. I had bought a hunting license and had my dad's shotgun, which I don't think he ever fired. We were walking though the stubble of a cornfield out by Rainbow Bridge when we stirred up a rabbit. Cabbage immediately got off a shot at it, but missed. By the time I was ready to shoot, the rabbit was long gone. I decided then and there that I wasn't cut out to be a hunter. My first experience with guns was earlier when my parents allowed me to buy a single-shot BB gun. I had just gotten the gun and I was over by Oscar Tener's looking for something to shoot at and I saw this fly on his cellar door. I shot at the fly point blank and the BB bounced straight back and broke a small hole dead center in the right lens of my glasses. My eye was not injured. Instead of admitting this stupidity to my parents (or anyone else till now), I removed the entire lens and told them that I broke it while playing. A few years ago my wife and I saw A Christmas Story for the first time. (I don't know how we had missed it for so many years, but we had). Well, when I saw Ralphie with his glasses and wanting a BB gun and his mother saying to his father that he'll shoot his eye out, I actually felt very uncomfortable, remembering my BB gun experience. But, even with my inexperience with shooting and as a testament to how good the Marine training and instruction is, when I fired the rifle range in 1954 I qualified as Expert. They had taken me, a totally unsavvy trainee, and taught me, not only how to shoot an M1, but how to shoot it well. That's pretty impressive.
Abby and Eloise Norris - Abby and Eloise had a berry patch a few miles west of town. I think you had to be eleven years old to be hired to pick berries for them. They would haul us pickers to and from the patch in an open truck. You would be given a carrier that held eight one-quart baskets. When the baskets were full, you turned them in and in exchange received an equal number of tickets. At the end of the day you turned your tickets in for cash. I think the going rate was ten cents a quart. On my first day I thought you were supposed to fill every gap and crevice in the quart baskets. So, I would choose a berry of just the right size and force it into the gapping holes. By the time I was ready to turn in my first picking, the outsides of my quarts were dripping red. Eloise was not hesitant in showing me how to lay the berries gently into the basket. We picked both strawberries and raspberries. I think it was my second year of picking when Roger McCafferty and I decided we didn’t like picking berries and would walk home. We hiked across the fields pretty much staying off the roads. We came to a farm pond that we later called “Froggy” and went for a swim. Of course by the time we got home from our cross country adventure of about four miles, Eloise had searched for us and notified our parents that their sons were missing.
Ibbarilla Smith - Ibby Smith was our town’s Boo Radley. She lived alone. You never saw her out of her house. There was a sort of jungle like feel to her property. She never turned on an electric light. She would come to the door on collection day in the winter time with a flashlight in hand. As she would go to get the money to pay me, I could see into her living room a little. The furniture was always covered with newspapers as though no one ever sat on the sofa and chairs. My brother Roger and I both remember receiving cookies from Ibby at Christmas and how we ate them, but with a little apprehension.
Chester and Viola Thoman – The Thomans ran the only funeral parlor in town. Their property stood in distinct contrast to Ibby Smith’s. The lawn and flowers were always well tended and they had a goldfish pond in the back yard. It was the only goldfish pond in town as I recall.
Florence Garaghty – Florence was an accomplished musician and taught music at the school. Florence was also a member of the WSCS of the Methodist Church. One year my mom came home from the annual Christmas party with the news of how Florence had shocked all the ladies. Florence had arrived all a-jingle with Christmas bells. The mystery was the source of the jingles. The ladies inspected her and found that the noise was not coming from her earrings, necklace or bracelets but that she had gone beyond the bounds of propriety and had the bells on her garters.
Harry and Mary Michaels – Dick Michaels was another classmate of mine and I’m sure he will share some of the memories documented in these vignettes. He was a very good baseball pitcher. In fact I’ve always thought that his pitching skill was under appreciated. He was unlucky enough to pitch for Carroll when interest in baseball was fading and interest in basketball was on the rise. When I was doing a little research in Ray Skinner’s History of Carroll High School, I found that Dick’s won/loss record is not complete because some games were never reported to the local newspaper. So I will just stick my neck out and say that I believe he was the second best pitcher, after Paul Underwood, to pitch for Carroll during my time. In the autumn of 1953 Dick and I drove to Athens, Ohio where he was enrolling at Ohio University.
From here we will head out Oberle Avenue.
Kerns – The barn behind the Kerns place is where Ruth Weaver kept her milk cow. Frequently in the morning or late afternoon you would see her walking down the alley behind our house with her milk pail in hand.
Charles and Grace Kistler – Charlie Kistler was a well known figure in town. He was a long time member of the school board and the president of the town’s only bank. Charlie and Grace lived in the most luxurious house and everyone thought they were the richest and most successful couple in town. He continued to drive into town at a very advanced age until he was forced to give up his license. The joke around town was that he claimed that he had never been in an accident in his life. And the response was yes that was true however he had caused many accidents as people tried to avoid him.
Behind the Kistler’s and the Kerns’ properties were the remains of two of the Ohio and Erie Canal locks. Technically these locks were Identification Numbers South 9 and South 10 and were located at the 208 mile point from Lake Erie up by Cleveland. To us kids they were just the locks. One lock, which we called the ‘new’ lock, was still pretty much intact. We called the other the ‘old’ lock because some of the sandstone blocks that made up the walls, had fallen due to tree roots. Each lock was about fifteen feet wide with walls made of large sandstone blocks stacked five or six high. There were offsets in the stones at each end where the gates had been. The two locks were about fifty yards apart. There was some undulating ground and a depression between the two where a holding reservoir had been. The locks and the area in between made for a good place to play Army or Cowboys and Indians. Frequently the organized games seemed to deteriorate into just climbing around. We never nostalgically pretended that we were lock keepers. It was more like exploring ancient temple ruins.
Carrels - Bill Carrel was another of my classmates and we were good friends for a few years in high school. One year he and I went to see What Price Glory nearly every night of its run at the Broad Theater in Lancaster. We had the dialogue memorized and would replay the card playing scene where a couple of marines, Sgt. Quirt (Dan Dailey) and Capt. Flagg (Jimmy Cagney) were playing for Charmaine (Corinne Calvet). This was the movie in which Robert Wagner was first introduced. Lately I saw him make a guest appearance on the television show Two and a Half Men and was reminded of Quirt, Flagg, Charmaine and Bill.
One Saturday night I stayed over night at Bill’s. We talked late into the night and I had no intention of attending church the next day. Much to my surprise Mr. Carrel woke us up and told me that Donald Hempleman wanted to see me. I barely knew who he was as I went down to the yard to see what he wanted. And before I was fully awake he had me agreeing to become the acting superintendent of the Methodist Church. This job consisted of making the important announcements during Sunday services, such as “And now we will hear the secretary/treasurer’s report” or “Please open your hymnals to page nineteen.” After graduation Bill and I both enlisted in the Marine Corps just like Quirt and Flagg.
Bridge - A little further out the Carroll Northern Road there is a small stream that crosses the road. When my brother Roger was eleven or twelve years old he along with a buddy took me with them to a little sandbar on this creek where they were trying out their hobo stoves made out of tin cans. While there, Roger tried his hand at fly fishing from the bridge with a regular fishing pole. As he cast his pole forward the hook went right through his ear. This was long before this type of thing was fashionable and he had to wear it home. Dad cut it in two with wire cutters so that it could be removed.
Back into town to Mill Street
Harley McCaffertys – The McCaffertys had both a blue star and a gold star in their window during the Second World War signifying that they had two sons in the service. The blue one was for Walter and the gold one was for Clarence, who according to The History of Carroll High School was killed in the Battle of the Bulge.
Roger McCafferty, whom we all called “Cabbage”, and I were classmates. In the autumn of 1951 Roger drove the two of us out to Bachman’s orchard, west of town next to the Betzer Cemetery, to pick apples. Mr. Bachman gave us our picking buckets. These hung on your shoulders by a harness leaving your hands free for climbing the ladders and for picking the apples. They had a waist strap so they would stay next to your body and out of the way of movement. They had a canvas bottom that could be opened by releasing two retention strings allowing you to deposit your apples into the one bushel apple crates. He showed us which trees we were to pick and the ladders nearby. We picked in a hurry because we only had a couple of hours of daylight. We managed to pick a combined total of twenty-six bushels. Near dark we went to the office to collect for our twenty-six bushels. Mr. Bachman misunderstood and thought we had each picked twenty-six bushels and paid us accordingly. I think it was a quarter per bushel so we each ended up with six dollars and fifty cents. I think (and I’m sure Cabbage would agree) that an argument could be made that we did not want to embarrass Mr. Bachman by pointing out his mistake. But if you’re not buying that, the next time you see one of the Bachmans, you can tell them that both Cabbage and I owe them three dollars and a quarter. Reflecting back on this now, makes me wonder whether Mr. Bachman was just tired after a long day and never gave it a thought or whether fifty two bushels was about what he expected two guys to pick. This may say something about Cabbage’s and my early picking prowess. Hmm, I wonder.
Cabbage and I went hunting for rabbits one winter day. It was the only time in my life that I hunted wildlife with a gun. I had bought a hunting license and had my dad's shotgun, which I don't think he ever fired. We were walking though the stubble of a cornfield out by Rainbow Bridge when we stirred up a rabbit. Cabbage immediately got off a shot at it, but missed. By the time I was ready to shoot, the rabbit was long gone. I decided then and there that I wasn't cut out to be a hunter. My first experience with guns was earlier when my parents allowed me to buy a single-shot BB gun. I had just gotten the gun and I was over by Oscar Tener's looking for something to shoot at and I saw this fly on his cellar door. I shot at the fly point blank and the BB bounced straight back and broke a small hole dead center in the right lens of my glasses. My eye was not injured. Instead of admitting this stupidity to my parents (or anyone else till now), I removed the entire lens and told them that I broke it while playing. A few years ago my wife and I saw A Christmas Story for the first time. (I don't know how we had missed it for so many years, but we had). Well, when I saw Ralphie with his glasses and wanting a BB gun and his mother saying to his father that he'll shoot his eye out, I actually felt very uncomfortable, remembering my BB gun experience. But, even with my inexperience with shooting and as a testament to how good the Marine training and instruction is, when I fired the rifle range in 1954 I qualified as Expert. They had taken me, a totally unsavvy trainee, and taught me, not only how to shoot an M1, but how to shoot it well. That's pretty impressive.
Abby and Eloise Norris - Abby and Eloise had a berry patch a few miles west of town. I think you had to be eleven years old to be hired to pick berries for them. They would haul us pickers to and from the patch in an open truck. You would be given a carrier that held eight one-quart baskets. When the baskets were full, you turned them in and in exchange received an equal number of tickets. At the end of the day you turned your tickets in for cash. I think the going rate was ten cents a quart. On my first day I thought you were supposed to fill every gap and crevice in the quart baskets. So, I would choose a berry of just the right size and force it into the gapping holes. By the time I was ready to turn in my first picking, the outsides of my quarts were dripping red. Eloise was not hesitant in showing me how to lay the berries gently into the basket. We picked both strawberries and raspberries. I think it was my second year of picking when Roger McCafferty and I decided we didn’t like picking berries and would walk home. We hiked across the fields pretty much staying off the roads. We came to a farm pond that we later called “Froggy” and went for a swim. Of course by the time we got home from our cross country adventure of about four miles, Eloise had searched for us and notified our parents that their sons were missing.
Ibbarilla Smith - Ibby Smith was our town’s Boo Radley. She lived alone. You never saw her out of her house. There was a sort of jungle like feel to her property. She never turned on an electric light. She would come to the door on collection day in the winter time with a flashlight in hand. As she would go to get the money to pay me, I could see into her living room a little. The furniture was always covered with newspapers as though no one ever sat on the sofa and chairs. My brother Roger and I both remember receiving cookies from Ibby at Christmas and how we ate them, but with a little apprehension.
Chester and Viola Thoman – The Thomans ran the only funeral parlor in town. Their property stood in distinct contrast to Ibby Smith’s. The lawn and flowers were always well tended and they had a goldfish pond in the back yard. It was the only goldfish pond in town as I recall.
Florence Garaghty – Florence was an accomplished musician and taught music at the school. Florence was also a member of the WSCS of the Methodist Church. One year my mom came home from the annual Christmas party with the news of how Florence had shocked all the ladies. Florence had arrived all a-jingle with Christmas bells. The mystery was the source of the jingles. The ladies inspected her and found that the noise was not coming from her earrings, necklace or bracelets but that she had gone beyond the bounds of propriety and had the bells on her garters.
Harry and Mary Michaels – Dick Michaels was another classmate of mine and I’m sure he will share some of the memories documented in these vignettes. He was a very good baseball pitcher. In fact I’ve always thought that his pitching skill was under appreciated. He was unlucky enough to pitch for Carroll when interest in baseball was fading and interest in basketball was on the rise. When I was doing a little research in Ray Skinner’s History of Carroll High School, I found that Dick’s won/loss record is not complete because some games were never reported to the local newspaper. So I will just stick my neck out and say that I believe he was the second best pitcher, after Paul Underwood, to pitch for Carroll during my time. In the autumn of 1953 Dick and I drove to Athens, Ohio where he was enrolling at Ohio University.
From here we will head out Oberle Avenue.
Kerns – The barn behind the Kerns place is where Ruth Weaver kept her milk cow. Frequently in the morning or late afternoon you would see her walking down the alley behind our house with her milk pail in hand.
Charles and Grace Kistler – Charlie Kistler was a well known figure in town. He was a long time member of the school board and the president of the town’s only bank. Charlie and Grace lived in the most luxurious house and everyone thought they were the richest and most successful couple in town. He continued to drive into town at a very advanced age until he was forced to give up his license. The joke around town was that he claimed that he had never been in an accident in his life. And the response was yes that was true however he had caused many accidents as people tried to avoid him.
Behind the Kistler’s and the Kerns’ properties were the remains of two of the Ohio and Erie Canal locks. Technically these locks were Identification Numbers South 9 and South 10 and were located at the 208 mile point from Lake Erie up by Cleveland. To us kids they were just the locks. One lock, which we called the ‘new’ lock, was still pretty much intact. We called the other the ‘old’ lock because some of the sandstone blocks that made up the walls, had fallen due to tree roots. Each lock was about fifteen feet wide with walls made of large sandstone blocks stacked five or six high. There were offsets in the stones at each end where the gates had been. The two locks were about fifty yards apart. There was some undulating ground and a depression between the two where a holding reservoir had been. The locks and the area in between made for a good place to play Army or Cowboys and Indians. Frequently the organized games seemed to deteriorate into just climbing around. We never nostalgically pretended that we were lock keepers. It was more like exploring ancient temple ruins.
Carrels - Bill Carrel was another of my classmates and we were good friends for a few years in high school. One year he and I went to see What Price Glory nearly every night of its run at the Broad Theater in Lancaster. We had the dialogue memorized and would replay the card playing scene where a couple of marines, Sgt. Quirt (Dan Dailey) and Capt. Flagg (Jimmy Cagney) were playing for Charmaine (Corinne Calvet). This was the movie in which Robert Wagner was first introduced. Lately I saw him make a guest appearance on the television show Two and a Half Men and was reminded of Quirt, Flagg, Charmaine and Bill.
One Saturday night I stayed over night at Bill’s. We talked late into the night and I had no intention of attending church the next day. Much to my surprise Mr. Carrel woke us up and told me that Donald Hempleman wanted to see me. I barely knew who he was as I went down to the yard to see what he wanted. And before I was fully awake he had me agreeing to become the acting superintendent of the Methodist Church. This job consisted of making the important announcements during Sunday services, such as “And now we will hear the secretary/treasurer’s report” or “Please open your hymnals to page nineteen.” After graduation Bill and I both enlisted in the Marine Corps just like Quirt and Flagg.
Bridge - A little further out the Carroll Northern Road there is a small stream that crosses the road. When my brother Roger was eleven or twelve years old he along with a buddy took me with them to a little sandbar on this creek where they were trying out their hobo stoves made out of tin cans. While there, Roger tried his hand at fly fishing from the bridge with a regular fishing pole. As he cast his pole forward the hook went right through his ear. This was long before this type of thing was fashionable and he had to wear it home. Dad cut it in two with wire cutters so that it could be removed.
Back into town to Mill Street