Soapweed
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My journal entry for Tuesday, January 30, 1968
This is the first time I've had to write about one day on the day after, but we got home kind of late last night.
I don't rightly recall what time I woke up, but I missed the "first table" bunch and had to eat with the girls. We got ready for school and had to take a sander to town for Lloyd Starr to use. I think he was going to trim some bulls' feet with it.
School went along as usual and over the noon hour, most of the Merriman School walked downtown to buy candy for the trip to Hyannis to the big game. We went to English class and then to a pep rally.
Everyone headed out to the bus and clambered aboard. It was crowded as heck, as the whole high school and half the junior high were going. I'll bet there are not many schools that could get most of their students on one bus (capacity 32).
The game was to be at Hyannis, sixty miles straight south of Merriman but 120 miles by the road. We left town with McKay driving and headed for Gordon. From there we went south to Ellsworth, and then east again to Hyannis.
When we arrived after a two-and-a-half hour trip, everyone was about starved out. McKay wheeled the bus to a combination hotel, café, and beer joint. We found that a couple of Merrimanites—Charlotte Bush and Vertrie McClane had beat us to the establishment.
Mr. Nelson, the coach, told all the players not to eat any greasy foods. He said soup would be about the best bet. Since chili falls into the "soup category," quite a few of the boys decided to try it out. About half way through our meal, Mr. Nelson came over to check up on us. He about fainted when he saw us devouring the chili, and said we would surely pay for it in the long run. None of us did, luckily.
Hyannis' gym is a crude affair, awful long and real narrow. The building is in a Quonset with a rounding roof, making it almost impossible to sit up straight on the back row of the two-row bleachers.
Merriman's girls won the volleyball game, and the junior high boys from Merriman won their game. Our varsity team did not do so well, but we gave Hyannis a run for their money. In the middle of the fourth quarter, we were only four points behind, but shortly thereafter Ken, John, and Jim Welch (three of the best men) fouled out. The remaining four of us could not hold Hyannis, and they won by a score of 61-46.
We went down and showered in the lousy dressing room—not even having a mirror. We crawled in the bus and headed home, stopping first for a bottle of pop each at a gas station. In Gordon, we stopped at the Seger Oil Company truck stop to get a belated supper for our grumbling stomachs. The service was not the greatest, and it took an hour and a half to get fed. I had a couple hamburgers.
We arrived in Merriman at 1:30 a.m. I stayed overnight at Grandma's.
This is the first time I've had to write about one day on the day after, but we got home kind of late last night.
I don't rightly recall what time I woke up, but I missed the "first table" bunch and had to eat with the girls. We got ready for school and had to take a sander to town for Lloyd Starr to use. I think he was going to trim some bulls' feet with it.
School went along as usual and over the noon hour, most of the Merriman School walked downtown to buy candy for the trip to Hyannis to the big game. We went to English class and then to a pep rally.
Everyone headed out to the bus and clambered aboard. It was crowded as heck, as the whole high school and half the junior high were going. I'll bet there are not many schools that could get most of their students on one bus (capacity 32).
The game was to be at Hyannis, sixty miles straight south of Merriman but 120 miles by the road. We left town with McKay driving and headed for Gordon. From there we went south to Ellsworth, and then east again to Hyannis.
When we arrived after a two-and-a-half hour trip, everyone was about starved out. McKay wheeled the bus to a combination hotel, café, and beer joint. We found that a couple of Merrimanites—Charlotte Bush and Vertrie McClane had beat us to the establishment.
Mr. Nelson, the coach, told all the players not to eat any greasy foods. He said soup would be about the best bet. Since chili falls into the "soup category," quite a few of the boys decided to try it out. About half way through our meal, Mr. Nelson came over to check up on us. He about fainted when he saw us devouring the chili, and said we would surely pay for it in the long run. None of us did, luckily.
Hyannis' gym is a crude affair, awful long and real narrow. The building is in a Quonset with a rounding roof, making it almost impossible to sit up straight on the back row of the two-row bleachers.
Merriman's girls won the volleyball game, and the junior high boys from Merriman won their game. Our varsity team did not do so well, but we gave Hyannis a run for their money. In the middle of the fourth quarter, we were only four points behind, but shortly thereafter Ken, John, and Jim Welch (three of the best men) fouled out. The remaining four of us could not hold Hyannis, and they won by a score of 61-46.
We went down and showered in the lousy dressing room—not even having a mirror. We crawled in the bus and headed home, stopping first for a bottle of pop each at a gas station. In Gordon, we stopped at the Seger Oil Company truck stop to get a belated supper for our grumbling stomachs. The service was not the greatest, and it took an hour and a half to get fed. I had a couple hamburgers.
We arrived in Merriman at 1:30 a.m. I stayed overnight at Grandma's.