Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Memories on a wintry dinner eve
I rode a vintage school bus to school, even as a senior. It was very old (looked like from the 1930s but probably not that old)and Jose was our bus driver. Obviously he was a Mexican or a Mexican American. Mustached, on the heavy side a bit. He was very nice guy. On my last day of school as a senior, having suffered the indignity of having to ride the school bus (because my 1959 Fiat 650D died and I didn't have the expertise nor money to fix it), I thanked him for being my bus driver through all the years. We wished each other well and I never saw him again.
I ate hot lunches at school, cooked at the schools. Bob Gilmore always got to have Twinkies and Fritos because his mom packed his lunch for him. Sometimes he would bring Snowballs for dessert. I worked for my lunches in 5th and 6th grade by pushing a cart down the hallway in order to collect the leftover lunch items. As students we ate our lunches in our classrooms.
When we were seniors our football team was so bad that halfway through the season, John Delaine Wyberg, Bob Gilmore and I decided to turn out for the team. We met at Hawthorne Elementary Scipio.
I was also a wrestler, in dual meets, with a perfect record, 1-0. Then I broke my ankle in practice and so it was time to retire.
Once while visiting with the Hatch cousins in Scipio, UT, and my grandparents Hatch,I was sitting with Paul and Steve, telling them how I was such a great wrestler. They asked about my record. I replied, 1-0. Then they challenged me to something...not sure what but I remember the discussion. This reminds me of the woman from Europe someplace who decided to take up golf. She took lessons and in her first actual game, on her first stroke she made a hole in one. Time to retire!