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Mathias – The Mathias’ moved to town somewhere around the time that I was in the sixth or seventh grade. They painted their house some unusual pastel color which was not a color from a Midwesterner’s palette. They must have been from Southern California or some other exotic place. They had a very pretty daughter named Rita. I wonder if they ever noticed this kid who rode up and down past their house hoping to catch a glimpse of Rita.
School – It would be possible to write an entire book of school day memories. Maybe I will someday, but not now. So just a few anecdotes before we continue on our paper route.
I remember watching my mom and dad perform in a play and a politically incorrect Minstrel Show. I have twenty two of the play books from their performances, most of which occurred before my time. In the Minstrel Show Dad was the Interlocutor.
My first day of school was somewhat traumatic. In those days there was no such thing as kindergarten or preschool so when you started in the first grade you had little if any prior exposure to classroom discipline, schedules, or socializing with strange kids. When Roger took me to school the first day I made him pick out my desk for me. I was not about to make that kind of major decision.
In front of the school was a flag pole. It was fun to swing around in great circles on the lanyard. This ended when one of the older kids bent the pole.
In a field behind the school yard, Ralph Spence kept his airplane. Ralph Spence taught at Carroll School in the years 1943/44 and 1944/45. His plane was a two seater, and possibly it was a Piper Cub. Twice my mother gave me eleven dollars that would buy a short flight. The flight consisted of a take off, a few minutes flying over the country side and a landing. It was an exceptional experience for a nine year old and a wonder now that my mother ever allowed it to occur.
Tom and Estella Parrish – There was a chain link fence around a small field southwest of the Parrish house. Near the fence were a couple of large weeping willows. This would be one of the stops for Russel Weaver and me the summer we slept in the club house in our barn. We would go out and roam the town at night and swinging on the weeping willow branches over the chain link fence was one of the activities on our unlisted agenda. Another activity from around this time created my first contact with the law. I had a BB gun and would occasionally shoot out a street light or two. One evening a law enforcement officer came to our front porch and talked to my dad. Then my dad talked to me. The street lights were safe from then on.
John and Bernice Kinkaid – Bernice Kinkaid was a substitute teacher for a couple of weeks when I was in the second grade. This reminded me of my first paddling. It started at the end of a school day in the second week of school that fall. The regular teacher Adeline Hoffstetter had just escorted the bus riding kids out to the busses. Another townie Paul Snider, who just happened to be the son of the principal, and I proceeded to push papers off of desks, set chairs on the desks and remove papers from the bulletin board. We were careful not to touch the teacher’s desk. It was kind of like a limited prison riot, seven year old style. Dick Michaels and Russel Weaver stood at the doorway and watched. We went home and I forgot all about it. When I arrived at school the next morning, the superintendent, J. Franklin Miller was conducting an investigation. Someone had squealed. J. Franklin proceeded to paddle us in front of the class. Paul Snider was called to the front of the room first and began to cry as he was getting up from his desk. I made up my mind that I wouldn’t cry until I was actually paddled. I was a little envious of Paul because he could walk on his hands, a skill I later learned. A few years later, after J. Franklin had moved to another school in Fairfield County, Mom and Dad took Roger and me with them for a visit. They made homemade ice cream which turned out badly when the salt got into the mixture. J. Franklin reminded my parents of the second grade rebellion. I don’t know whether the rebellion or the ice cream caused the most laughter.
Mrs. Calvert – This is where Katherine Mericle, probably the most respected teacher to ever teach at Carroll School, resided during the school year. She taught the fifth grade and frequently performed little bits of comedy at the Parents and Teachers Association meetings.
Eugene “Pie” and Gladys Shumaker – My brothers and I always liked Pie. He worked at Standard Glass in Canal Winchester and was responsible for my going to work there during the summer between my junior and senior years. Standard Glass cut the designs on the sides of drinking glasses and other glassware manufactured at Anchor Hocking in Lancaster. The primary decorative cuts that you can see even today at garage sales and antique malls were lines, leaves and balls.
The boxed glassware arrived in train cars. We transported the boxes to a holding area on two wheeled dollies. From there they were taken to the cutting lines. Here we would “set out ware” which amounted to dumping the glasses upside down, one layer at a time, onto large wooden trays. Each cutting line consisted of multiple active cutting stations that were tended by a single operator. The operator would unload and reload a station and then move to the next one. After the last station the operator returned to the first. Each station had its own cutting stones and suction grips to hold the glasses. Water continually dripped on the stones and on the rubber suction grips. The glasses were held in position by a vacuum. The operator would pick up an uncut glass by its bottom with his left hand. Then with this same hand he would flip a lever which shut off the vacuum and released the cut glass into his right hand. He then would place the new glass on the suction grip and re-flip the lever with his right hand activating the vacuum. The actual cutting was controlled electro-mechanically. The machine positioned the glass for the first cut. The cutting stone or stones then moved into the glass and a cut was made. The stones then retracted and the glass was shifted or rotated to a new position depending on the design being cut and the stones moved in again. This continued until the entire design was completed and it was time for the operator to remove the glass. A distinct time was allowed for the operator to unload and reload a station. And if for some reason the cut glass was not exchanged the machine would re-cut the same glass thereby ruining it. An operator would sometimes do this walking back and forth for an entire shift. The walkway was constructed of wooden two by fours to keep the operators feet off of the concrete and out of the water. Rarely but occasionally we summer hires were allowed to try our hand at being an operator. You learned very quickly that it required a great amount of dexterity to handle the fragile wet glasses and keep up with the machine. Pie was a cutting machine operator and I believe he and other experienced operators could do this in their sleep and probably did.
Clyde and Mamie Blackstone – A very early memory is of watching Mamie check eggs by holding them up to a bright light in the storage room of their general store. I know now that she was looking for those eggs which had started to develop embryos and therefore could not be sold.
I also know that Mamie Blackstone was working in their General Store on May 11, 1949. That morning as usual Grandpa Kull had opened his hardware store at seven and then, after his brother Frank came in to tend the store, Grandpa returned home and lay down on the living room couch for a short nap. As I was getting ready to leave for school that day my grandma called me from her bed and asked me to check on Grandpa. I checked and told Grandma that I thought he was just snoring louder than usual. I left for school. At noon time I was headed home for lunch and stopped in the Blackstone’s store to buy a Mountain Top candy bar. Mamie Blackstone said “I’m sorry to hear about your grandfather” and then I knew that he was dead.
Anneshensleys – I never did understand this but the first few years that I knew of Robert and Rodney they were named Hensel and it was only later that I found out that their name was really Anneshensley.
Emery and Edith Pierce – Emery was the proprietor of Piercy’s Garage located on South Canal Street. One of the early legends I heard was that back during prohibition Piercy’s garage was a hideout for bootleggers, when they were being pursued by the law. I remember going in the garage with my dad and there would be three or four men sitting around the stove chewing tobacco.
Verlin and Edna Kraner – Edna taught school and was the superintendent of the Methodist Church.
We head out the Carroll Eastern Road
Willard and Alice Miller – My oldest brother Garry always remembered, when he delivered papers to Willard and Alice Miller on cold Sunday mornings, that Willard would invite him in, give him a cup of cocoa and encourage him to remove his boots and warm his feet by the stove. Later Willard and Alice’s son Charles “Jack” Miller lived here with his wife the former Elsie Cofman. Elsie was the school secretary and, I think, well liked and respected by both students and teachers.
Now we’ll head out Carnes Road
I remember watching my mom and dad perform in a play and a politically incorrect Minstrel Show. I have twenty two of the play books from their performances, most of which occurred before my time. In the Minstrel Show Dad was the Interlocutor.
My first day of school was somewhat traumatic. In those days there was no such thing as kindergarten or preschool so when you started in the first grade you had little if any prior exposure to classroom discipline, schedules, or socializing with strange kids. When Roger took me to school the first day I made him pick out my desk for me. I was not about to make that kind of major decision.
In front of the school was a flag pole. It was fun to swing around in great circles on the lanyard. This ended when one of the older kids bent the pole.
In a field behind the school yard, Ralph Spence kept his airplane. Ralph Spence taught at Carroll School in the years 1943/44 and 1944/45. His plane was a two seater, and possibly it was a Piper Cub. Twice my mother gave me eleven dollars that would buy a short flight. The flight consisted of a take off, a few minutes flying over the country side and a landing. It was an exceptional experience for a nine year old and a wonder now that my mother ever allowed it to occur.
Tom and Estella Parrish – There was a chain link fence around a small field southwest of the Parrish house. Near the fence were a couple of large weeping willows. This would be one of the stops for Russel Weaver and me the summer we slept in the club house in our barn. We would go out and roam the town at night and swinging on the weeping willow branches over the chain link fence was one of the activities on our unlisted agenda. Another activity from around this time created my first contact with the law. I had a BB gun and would occasionally shoot out a street light or two. One evening a law enforcement officer came to our front porch and talked to my dad. Then my dad talked to me. The street lights were safe from then on.
John and Bernice Kinkaid – Bernice Kinkaid was a substitute teacher for a couple of weeks when I was in the second grade. This reminded me of my first paddling. It started at the end of a school day in the second week of school that fall. The regular teacher Adeline Hoffstetter had just escorted the bus riding kids out to the busses. Another townie Paul Snider, who just happened to be the son of the principal, and I proceeded to push papers off of desks, set chairs on the desks and remove papers from the bulletin board. We were careful not to touch the teacher’s desk. It was kind of like a limited prison riot, seven year old style. Dick Michaels and Russel Weaver stood at the doorway and watched. We went home and I forgot all about it. When I arrived at school the next morning, the superintendent, J. Franklin Miller was conducting an investigation. Someone had squealed. J. Franklin proceeded to paddle us in front of the class. Paul Snider was called to the front of the room first and began to cry as he was getting up from his desk. I made up my mind that I wouldn’t cry until I was actually paddled. I was a little envious of Paul because he could walk on his hands, a skill I later learned. A few years later, after J. Franklin had moved to another school in Fairfield County, Mom and Dad took Roger and me with them for a visit. They made homemade ice cream which turned out badly when the salt got into the mixture. J. Franklin reminded my parents of the second grade rebellion. I don’t know whether the rebellion or the ice cream caused the most laughter.
Mrs. Calvert – This is where Katherine Mericle, probably the most respected teacher to ever teach at Carroll School, resided during the school year. She taught the fifth grade and frequently performed little bits of comedy at the Parents and Teachers Association meetings.
Eugene “Pie” and Gladys Shumaker – My brothers and I always liked Pie. He worked at Standard Glass in Canal Winchester and was responsible for my going to work there during the summer between my junior and senior years. Standard Glass cut the designs on the sides of drinking glasses and other glassware manufactured at Anchor Hocking in Lancaster. The primary decorative cuts that you can see even today at garage sales and antique malls were lines, leaves and balls.
The boxed glassware arrived in train cars. We transported the boxes to a holding area on two wheeled dollies. From there they were taken to the cutting lines. Here we would “set out ware” which amounted to dumping the glasses upside down, one layer at a time, onto large wooden trays. Each cutting line consisted of multiple active cutting stations that were tended by a single operator. The operator would unload and reload a station and then move to the next one. After the last station the operator returned to the first. Each station had its own cutting stones and suction grips to hold the glasses. Water continually dripped on the stones and on the rubber suction grips. The glasses were held in position by a vacuum. The operator would pick up an uncut glass by its bottom with his left hand. Then with this same hand he would flip a lever which shut off the vacuum and released the cut glass into his right hand. He then would place the new glass on the suction grip and re-flip the lever with his right hand activating the vacuum. The actual cutting was controlled electro-mechanically. The machine positioned the glass for the first cut. The cutting stone or stones then moved into the glass and a cut was made. The stones then retracted and the glass was shifted or rotated to a new position depending on the design being cut and the stones moved in again. This continued until the entire design was completed and it was time for the operator to remove the glass. A distinct time was allowed for the operator to unload and reload a station. And if for some reason the cut glass was not exchanged the machine would re-cut the same glass thereby ruining it. An operator would sometimes do this walking back and forth for an entire shift. The walkway was constructed of wooden two by fours to keep the operators feet off of the concrete and out of the water. Rarely but occasionally we summer hires were allowed to try our hand at being an operator. You learned very quickly that it required a great amount of dexterity to handle the fragile wet glasses and keep up with the machine. Pie was a cutting machine operator and I believe he and other experienced operators could do this in their sleep and probably did.
Clyde and Mamie Blackstone – A very early memory is of watching Mamie check eggs by holding them up to a bright light in the storage room of their general store. I know now that she was looking for those eggs which had started to develop embryos and therefore could not be sold.
I also know that Mamie Blackstone was working in their General Store on May 11, 1949. That morning as usual Grandpa Kull had opened his hardware store at seven and then, after his brother Frank came in to tend the store, Grandpa returned home and lay down on the living room couch for a short nap. As I was getting ready to leave for school that day my grandma called me from her bed and asked me to check on Grandpa. I checked and told Grandma that I thought he was just snoring louder than usual. I left for school. At noon time I was headed home for lunch and stopped in the Blackstone’s store to buy a Mountain Top candy bar. Mamie Blackstone said “I’m sorry to hear about your grandfather” and then I knew that he was dead.
Anneshensleys – I never did understand this but the first few years that I knew of Robert and Rodney they were named Hensel and it was only later that I found out that their name was really Anneshensley.
Emery and Edith Pierce – Emery was the proprietor of Piercy’s Garage located on South Canal Street. One of the early legends I heard was that back during prohibition Piercy’s garage was a hideout for bootleggers, when they were being pursued by the law. I remember going in the garage with my dad and there would be three or four men sitting around the stove chewing tobacco.
Verlin and Edna Kraner – Edna taught school and was the superintendent of the Methodist Church.
We head out the Carroll Eastern Road
Willard and Alice Miller – My oldest brother Garry always remembered, when he delivered papers to Willard and Alice Miller on cold Sunday mornings, that Willard would invite him in, give him a cup of cocoa and encourage him to remove his boots and warm his feet by the stove. Later Willard and Alice’s son Charles “Jack” Miller lived here with his wife the former Elsie Cofman. Elsie was the school secretary and, I think, well liked and respected by both students and teachers.
Now we’ll head out Carnes Road