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UB Church – This was the other church in town as far as my family was concerned. Because of this, attending Youth Fellowship meetings there always seemed a little daring. It was at one of these meetings that I played Spin the Milk Bottle for the first and only time of my life. I remember watching The King of Kings movie there with Peggy Johnson who later married Joe Jester. In front of the church under the street light is where we kids would place the can for a game of “Nerky-Nerky” in the evening. This was our name for Kick-the-Can. We would place the can directly under the street light in front of the church. This then provided great hiding places in the park, around the town hall and around the church. If you lost the draw and were “it” there was a good chance you would be “it” all evening.
One time there was a hog butchering behind the church. Some man shot the hog but it failed to cooperate and ran amok among the spectators and created quite a bit of excitement before it was finally killed.
Clowes – Some of us kids were pretty envious of Francis Clowe. He had a bicycle with braces that ran from the front axle to the handlebars. He could jump curbs with both his front and back wheels in the air at the same time; while the rest of us would yank up our front wheel and then let the back wheel bang into the curb.
Bill and Carrie Metzger – Bill Metzger owned a farm field about a mile out of town on the east side of the Carroll Southern Road. In the middle of the field stood a large barn. There were no houses nearby. It was never locked so we boys always had a way to get in. There were hay mows at both ends of the barn separated by an area where farm wagons and machinery could enter to be unloaded or parked. Centered between the mows hung the two ropes attached to the hay hook which lay on the floor. There was enough slack in the ropes that you could pull a rope over to one mow and then swing across the opening to the other mow. You had to make sure you had the right rope when you tried to swing from one mow to the other because one rope would give a foot or two after you launched yourself into the air. The mows had both baled hay and loose hay. The loose hay was great for jumping into and the baled hay was good for constructing tunnels. One year we used the baled hay to construct two forts facing each other across the open area. And one evening a group of us harvested a couple of bushels of ripe and green tomatoes. The tomato fight was great fun until I raised my head at the wrong time and got hit by a rock hard green tomato. That kind of took the fun out of it.
Paul Schmidt – Paul Schmidt operated a filling station on High Street between South Market Street and South Beaver Street. When my brother Dick was sixteen he worked there during the summer pumping gas, checking oil and washing windshields. Inside there was a pinball machine and a counter with stools. Because Dick worked there my mother would permit me to go there. I was ten years old and this was my first exposure to a pinball machine and what a fun thing it was. The pinball machine cost a nickel a game and if you scored high enough you would win free games. This was not too difficult and I think it was because the machine had a very tolerant “tilt” mechanism. The counter had a Formica-like top with a metal band around the edge. Behind the counter was a pop cooler that had an electrical short in it and if you touched the side of the cooler you received a mild shock. So here were all of the ingredients for some first class hi-jinks. When you saw some unsuspecting person sitting at the counter and resting an arm against the metal band, all you had to do was touch the band with one hand and the cooler with the other to give the person an unexpected shock. If you were patient enough you might catch them as they were taking a drink of their soda.
Now we head out Plum Road
Donald Rostoffer’s Seven Acres – It was near this point that Russel Weaver and I got off the bus on our first unaccompanied bus ride from Lancaster. As we approached Carroll we worried that the bus driver might overshoot our destination so we pulled the cord to signal the driver. He immediately pulled over and because we were too green to acknowledge our mistake, we got off and walked to Carroll. I think this may have been the last time we took the bus for we soon took up hitchhiking which we usually called “thumbing”. In the summers of 1947 and 1948 we thumbed to Lancaster numerous times. After that we had grown old enough to be running around with yet older kids who had cars of their own. Usually we thumbed to Lancaster on Sundays to take in afternoon matinees, maybe a single at the Lyric Theater and a double feature at the Palace or Broad Theaters. Sometimes we hitchhiked to attend the county fair or climb around on Mount Pleasant. Occasionally we would hitchhike home after dark. We would walk out Columbus Street to the edge of town before we would stick out our thumbs. It was a rare occasion when it took more than half an hour to catch a ride. Nothing bad ever happened to us. Occasionally we would catch a ride with someone who was a little strange or peculiar but that just added to the fun of it. Some of the kids in town were not permitted to hitchhike but Russel and I did it routinely.
Now it’s time to head back into town to Beaver Street.
One time there was a hog butchering behind the church. Some man shot the hog but it failed to cooperate and ran amok among the spectators and created quite a bit of excitement before it was finally killed.
Clowes – Some of us kids were pretty envious of Francis Clowe. He had a bicycle with braces that ran from the front axle to the handlebars. He could jump curbs with both his front and back wheels in the air at the same time; while the rest of us would yank up our front wheel and then let the back wheel bang into the curb.
Bill and Carrie Metzger – Bill Metzger owned a farm field about a mile out of town on the east side of the Carroll Southern Road. In the middle of the field stood a large barn. There were no houses nearby. It was never locked so we boys always had a way to get in. There were hay mows at both ends of the barn separated by an area where farm wagons and machinery could enter to be unloaded or parked. Centered between the mows hung the two ropes attached to the hay hook which lay on the floor. There was enough slack in the ropes that you could pull a rope over to one mow and then swing across the opening to the other mow. You had to make sure you had the right rope when you tried to swing from one mow to the other because one rope would give a foot or two after you launched yourself into the air. The mows had both baled hay and loose hay. The loose hay was great for jumping into and the baled hay was good for constructing tunnels. One year we used the baled hay to construct two forts facing each other across the open area. And one evening a group of us harvested a couple of bushels of ripe and green tomatoes. The tomato fight was great fun until I raised my head at the wrong time and got hit by a rock hard green tomato. That kind of took the fun out of it.
Paul Schmidt – Paul Schmidt operated a filling station on High Street between South Market Street and South Beaver Street. When my brother Dick was sixteen he worked there during the summer pumping gas, checking oil and washing windshields. Inside there was a pinball machine and a counter with stools. Because Dick worked there my mother would permit me to go there. I was ten years old and this was my first exposure to a pinball machine and what a fun thing it was. The pinball machine cost a nickel a game and if you scored high enough you would win free games. This was not too difficult and I think it was because the machine had a very tolerant “tilt” mechanism. The counter had a Formica-like top with a metal band around the edge. Behind the counter was a pop cooler that had an electrical short in it and if you touched the side of the cooler you received a mild shock. So here were all of the ingredients for some first class hi-jinks. When you saw some unsuspecting person sitting at the counter and resting an arm against the metal band, all you had to do was touch the band with one hand and the cooler with the other to give the person an unexpected shock. If you were patient enough you might catch them as they were taking a drink of their soda.
Now we head out Plum Road
Donald Rostoffer’s Seven Acres – It was near this point that Russel Weaver and I got off the bus on our first unaccompanied bus ride from Lancaster. As we approached Carroll we worried that the bus driver might overshoot our destination so we pulled the cord to signal the driver. He immediately pulled over and because we were too green to acknowledge our mistake, we got off and walked to Carroll. I think this may have been the last time we took the bus for we soon took up hitchhiking which we usually called “thumbing”. In the summers of 1947 and 1948 we thumbed to Lancaster numerous times. After that we had grown old enough to be running around with yet older kids who had cars of their own. Usually we thumbed to Lancaster on Sundays to take in afternoon matinees, maybe a single at the Lyric Theater and a double feature at the Palace or Broad Theaters. Sometimes we hitchhiked to attend the county fair or climb around on Mount Pleasant. Occasionally we would hitchhike home after dark. We would walk out Columbus Street to the edge of town before we would stick out our thumbs. It was a rare occasion when it took more than half an hour to catch a ride. Nothing bad ever happened to us. Occasionally we would catch a ride with someone who was a little strange or peculiar but that just added to the fun of it. Some of the kids in town were not permitted to hitchhike but Russel and I did it routinely.
Now it’s time to head back into town to Beaver Street.