Memories from Keith

Shared by Keith

Wondering about riding a school bus. I did not ever ride a school bus in grades 1 thru 12. Walked to Barnes almost all the time. Remember when Don and I first went to Barnes, probably 2nd and 3rd grade. On the way home after school a group of the Barnes elite kinda ambushed us and threatened to beat us up. What a welcome committee. Later some of them became good friends.

Don, do you remember finding all that Japanese paper money down the hillside towards the Pine River? It apparently came from the little house just across the road from where the money was. Thought we were rich but found out later that it was worthless as money. Never did wait to find out if it had collector's value.

 

Also remember walking past the Noykos (spelling) home between that little house and the cemetery. Grandma and grandpa Noykos were from Lithanimia (spelling) and spoke their version of English. 

 

The worst thing about walking to and from Barnes was the Hubert's dog. Don't remember the damn dog's name but it would chase after us on the way home running alongside of us but in the ditch. Never did like that mutt. It probably gave me a negative vibe about other dogs, Don's excepted.

 

Don, did you ever walk home from school in town? I did but don't remember how many times. Usually waited for Dad on his way home and rode with him and Elmer or whoever was driving. While waiting spent time lifting weights or shooting baskets in the community center near Main Street.

 

Ken, did you have to walk to Barnes? When did a bus arrive in your school life - Bullock Creek or Barnes?

 

I mentioned this idea of connecting via email with Don and Ken and Kathy said, "So the ladies get left out?" I don't have any qualms about sharing and it might lead to more questions and memories. Your thoughts...





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