Searcy Yesteryear

Mini Reunion Sept. 24, 2010

2010-09-27T16:11:00.012-05:00

Do I know you, or are you someone's spouse? Who's that over there with Sherry? What class where they in? Who? Oh well, I won't remember anyway.

It was a great, casual, laid-back (what else?) time of reminiscing. There were several classmates I haven't seen since high school. Can't say they looked the same...

We had a good time singing some the classic oldies. Davy Crockett? Music provided by Billy Fuller and Gene Barnett, aka Billy/Gene.

For those of you who couldn't make it, well, I know you're feelin' pretty square.

If you took pictures and would like to have them posted, please upload them to searcyhigh@gmail.com

Clark Marsh, The Life most never knew

2010-08-21T22:36:00.000-05:00

This generation of soldiers never got their story out. These WWII soldiers are passing away at the rate of 2500 a day and if not recorded soon no one will ever know the sacrifices they made for freedom.

Military History of Clark D. Marsh

Before the War - Clark Dean Marsh was born on August 16, 1921 in his parent’s farm home on Marsh Mountain near Pangburn, Arkansas. Clark was the 6th of seven children of Wesley Andrew Marsh and Mary Edith (Van Patten) Marsh. Wesley was born in Pangburn on June 12, 1886, and Mary was born in Pangburn on March 20, 1885.

Clark attended school in nearby Pangburn, and walked or ran the 2 miles down Marsh Mountain Road into town and back daily. Clark left high school in 1940 during his senior year to attend National Youth Authority training in Searcy, Arkansas to become a Machinist, because “This looked like the best job opportunity for me”. The nation had been through several hard years of the Depression, and a good job opportunity was a hard thing to pass up. Once this training was satisfactorily completed, the NYA was supposed to have a good paying job waiting for the graduate.

Clark graduated from NYA training in March of 1942 and was assigned to work as a Machinist in Hartford, Connecticut at an excellent wage of $22 per month! The NYA had kept their promise and Clark was standing in tall cotton.

Clark enjoyed living back east. There were times when people in Hartford would offer to buy a meal for Clark or another friend from “down south” just to listen to them talk in their southern accent. One friend of Clark’s knew the popular country western singer Bob Wills. Clark’s friend would sometimes call Bob in Texas from Hartford on a Saturday night before a performance, and someone in Texas would hold the phone up during Bob’s concert so the locals in Hartford could hear Bob sing over the phone from Texas.

Into the Army - Clark received his draft notices from both the Hartford and Searcy Draft Boards, and Clark decided to return to Arkansas to enter the Army. Clark went in for his physical evaluation in October 1942 in Little Rock, Arkansas. On that first day, he met Paul Lynn from El Reno, Oklahoma, and Clark and Paul ended up going thru the entire war together. Clark and his cousin Howard Marsh also spent their entire time in the Army together.

Clark was inducted into the Army at Camp Robinson, Arkansas on November 25, 1942, and was soon stationed in Fort Riley, Kansas. Clark became a half track and tank driver in the 9th Armored Division, 52nd Armored Infantry Battalion (AIB), HQ Company. In the spring/summer of 1943 the Division was sent to the Mojave Desert of California for desert warfare training, which was presumably to prepare for battling the Germans in North Africa.

As you’d expect, it was very hot during the day, and it would get very cold at night. In Clark’s tent a thermometer was hung up and it would peg out at the maximum 120F temperature every day. One of Clark’s fellow soldiers was raised on a dairy farm in the mid west and wrote to his parents to send him a dairy thermometer that had a higher maximum temperature of over 200F, so that the soldiers could find out how hot it was in their tent. Fortunately, the dairy thermometer didn’t peg out, but did get over 130F degrees.

During the Mojave Desert training, outdoor showers were set up for the soldiers. When Clark took a shower, he would start by getting into the shower with his fatigues and would lather up while having his clothes still on. He’d then rinse out the clothes, would take them off, and would then throw them over a nearby fence. He’d then finish taking his shower. In about 5 minutes when he was done with his shower, his fatigues would be dry and he could put them right back on. This is one advantage of living in a dry heat!

Training was very tough, and the soldiers sometimes had to go on 20 to 40 mile double time runs in full gear of up to 70 lbs. The soldiers typically would run 3 miles and would then walk for two. Clark believes that this tough training saved his life during the war.

One combat exercise involved the Air Force and the Army. B-17 bombers were used to bomb the hills in front of the Army Division, followed by fighter planes strafing, with the Army then providing artillery fire followed by the movement of tanks, infantry, halftracks, and other support units.

Clark had a drill instructor that he remembers as “the big Swede”. Before one long run, Clark had a foot injury and couldn’t go. When the soldiers returned, the Big Swede asked Clark how he was doing, and Clark was feeling better. The Big Swede had Clark get his gear on, and then took Clark on another 20 mile run, after just finishing a 20-mile run!

In November 1943 The Division was transferred to Camp Polk, Louisiana for more training in a different environment. Many times they would be on maneuvers, and a half-track or tank would get bogged down in a swamp. Some of these tanks/halftracks sunk completely into the swamp before the soldiers could get a line on them to pull them out, and the equipment was lost. Clark wonders how many tanks and halftracks are still buried in the swamps of that camp to this day. Fortunately, no soldiers were lost with this equipment.

On to Europe – Training at Camp Polk lasted until July 1944 when the Division was transferred to Camp Kilmer, New Jersey to prepare to be shipped overseas. The Division kept training and also got shots for overseas duty. On August 20, 1944 Clark and 15,000 other soldiers and 1000 crew members boarded the Queen Mary, bound for Europe. They arrived on August 26, 1944 in Scotland on the Clyde River and were then put on to trains to Tidworth in southern England. The Division soon crossed the English Channel and arrived in France on September 25, 1944. The Division then traveled through France to their assignment in Luxembourg, and relieved the 8th Infantry Division who were defending the Ardennes Forest area near the front lines at the German border.

Although the 9th Armored had trained together as a unit for almost two years, they were still “green” since they hadn’t seen combat. As they got closer to the front lines, they did have minor skirmishes, with Clark’s 52nd Armored Infantry Battalion being the first battalion of the 9th Armored Division to see combat on October 23, 1944.

The Division had been placed near the front lines in Luxembourg in The Ardennes forest in a relatively quiet area, to give them time to prepare for combat. Many of the Commanders in the Allied Forces thought that this area shouldn’t see much action from the Germans for the next few weeks, since winter was coming, and the Germans had been on the run since D-Day. The general opinion was that not much was left of the German Army but “old men and boys”. For these reasons, and also due to the geography of the area, the Ardennes was lightly guarded by the Allied forces, with few soldiers stretched over a wide area.

Several weeks were spent in this area, with more light skirmishes and casualties, but no major activities. In early December 1944 the Division was relieved by the 28th Infantry Division, and they were sent to billet in the Colmar-Berg castle in Luxembourg. Not bad war duty! After a few days at this location, Clark’s 52nd Armored Infantry Battalion was stationed near Trois Vierges, Belgium along with the 2nd tank battalion and the 73rd armored field artillery battalion. This group formed the Combat Command Reserve (CCR) group of the 9th Armored Division.

The relatively easy duty all changed on December 16, 1944 in what started the biggest single battle that the US Armed Forces has ever (to this day) participated in. Hitler was able to put together roughly 29 Infantry and Armored Divisions for an offensive push through the Ardennes that exceeded the number of German Divisions that had originally invaded France in 1940. At this time there were only 3 American Infantry Divisions and the 9th Armored Division in this area to defend against the German offensive. Historians later recognized that the outnumbered American forces had no chance by themselves to defeat the much larger German forces. However, the greatly outnumbered American Divisions were successful in fighting the Germans to slow them down enough to allow American reinforcements to get to the Ardennes, and eventually push back the Germans. After this battle there were an estimated 70,000 Allied casualties and 120,000 German casualties. On March 13, 1945 Supreme Allied Commander General Dwight Eisenhower awarded Clark’s 52nd Armored Infantry Battalion a Presidential Unit Citation for their actions during this battle, which later came to be known as the Battle of the Bulge.

On the morning of December 16th, German artillery began firing all along the front lines of The Ardennes, and it became apparent that some sort of German offensive was starting. On December 17th, the 3 Companies of the 9th Armored Division were separated to defend 3 key positions along the expected route of the German offensive east of Bastogne, Belgium.

On December 18th Clark was with Task Force Booth, which was under the command of Lt. Col Robert M. Booth and was stationed near Moinet, Belgium. That afternoon and evening, TF Booth received moderate artillery and small arms fire. That night, German armored vehicles could be heard around and behind TF Booth, along the Longvilly Bourcy Road. Recon patrols that were sent out found that they were in fact surrounded by what was estimated to be at least a German Panzer tank Division. During the late night of December 18, 1944, Col Booth radioed to his commander that they could hear German equipment all around them, and that they were in danger of being surrounded. Clark was near Col Booth during some of these radio conversations, and heard Col Booth being told that “you are a sacrifice unit and you will hold your position at all costs”.

On the morning of December 19th, Commander Booth decided to move his Task Force northwest towards Bourcy, Belgium. It’s not certain if Commander Booth wanted to get into a better position to fight the Germans, or if he just wanted to get his soldiers out of the middle of several German Divisions, where they had little chance of survival. As they started moving, they ran into elements of the 9th Armored Divisions B and C Companies, who joined Task Force Booth. The B and C companies had defended road blocks east of this location along the road from Clerf to Bastogne and had been overrun by German tanks and infantry, with only a few soldiers escaping. Near Bourcy, Task Force Booth ran into and fought several enemy armored vehicles and infantry. The enemy was repelled, and Commander Booth left a small group at this location to protect the rear of the column. The Task Force kept moving northward. Near Boeur, Belgium the Task Force received fairly heavy enemy mortar and small arms fire, which the Task Force silenced in about 20 minutes. As Task Force Booth continued to move northward during the afternoon of December 19th, history books say that this group simultaneously ran into elements of 3 German Divisions consisting of one Infantry and two Armored divisions including the 2nd Panzer tank division. U.S Army historian Hugh M. Cole states that at this time, Task Force Booth was “cut to ribbons” by the three German Divisions, and it’s a miracle that anyone in this group survived.

Clark was driving a half-track when this happened. He first saw a tank round explode to the right of his half-track, and then he heard another round go over the top of his vehicle. Clark knew that a German tank was zeroing in on his half-track, and that the next round was probably going to hit its target. As he and his crew bailed out, the half-track was hit by a tank artillery shell and exploded. The US soldiers managed to run into the nearby woods and put up a strong fight, but they were severely out-numbered by German troops and tanks, and it was an impossible situation.

Clark remembers that during the battle, almost all of the half-tracks and vehicles were destroyed by the German tanks and machine guns, and the US Soldiers ran into the woods for cover. There was still a lot of German machine gun and artillery fire coming at them in the woods, and the US soldiers were running between the trees as they fought. At the time, Clark had a rain slicker on. At one point, the soldiers on either side of Clark were hit by enemy fire, and later Clark found bullet holes in his rain slicker, but he wasn’t hit. The wounded soldiers were pulled into cover as much as possible, and Clark helped to apply sulfa powder and bandages to the wounded soldiers. Clark never saw them again during the war and he thought that they probably were killed.

(In the early 1990’s after retiring back to Pangburn, Arkansas, Clark and his wife Sarah were out for a Sunday drive in northwest Arkansas. They had stopped at a restaurant in a small town to have lunch, and Clark had gone up to the counter to pay the bill. The back of the head of the man in line in front of Clark looked familiar, and Clark called out a name. The man turned around and said “Clark Marsh, is that you?” It turned out that this was one of the soldiers that Clark had bandaged during that battle in The Ardennes! Clark and the man hadn’t seen each other in almost 50 years, and neither thought that the other one had survived that battle.)

As it became obvious that the US soldiers were vastly outnumbered and that the situation was hopeless, a soldier was sent out with a white flag to surrender, and he was shot. This was tried a few more times, and those soldiers were also killed. The surviving group of around 15 to 20 soldiers that Clark was with decided that they would all go out at one time “to get it over with”, and that they would either be captured or killed. When they all stood up to surrender, the Germans didn’t fire on them. Clark doesn’t know why they weren’t killed, but were taken as prisoners.

The next day, the 101st Airborne reinforcements came into this area to help fight the Germans. In Major Dick Winters book “Beyond Band of Brothers”, he says that as they approached the area of Clark’s battle on December 20th, “Somebody else had gone through the woods before we arrived and had fought a terrific battle. This section of woods was literally covered with dead and dying men, German and American alike”. Lt. Nathan Sachnowitz, who was also in this battle with Clark wrote that “After a violent but hopeless battle, practically our entire column was wiped out and casualty rates were terrifically high.”

Clark was captured and questioned, and then put in with a larger group of American soldiers and they started marching back into Germany. Clark told me about his experiences while being a POW, although the order in which they occurred may not be in the same order as described below.

Clark was first processed into the German POW Camp Stalag IIA, and Clark still has the POW card and metal tag assigned to him by the Germans. His occupation on the card was shown as “American Farmer”. With the front lines constantly collapsing into Germany, Clark was never at any one camp for very long, and was always marching further into Germany.

The POW’s were given very little or nothing to eat as they marched. If a POW fell and was not able to keep up, he was shot and killed by the Germans. Clark remembers that on Christmas Eve 1944, he found a rutabaga on the road, and he split it with one of his buddies for Christmas Dinner.

During the early part of his time as a POW, Clark was put into a train boxcar with other POW’s but with no food or water. The POW’s were so tightly crammed into the boxcar that no one could lay down. The only water they got was from melting the frost that formed on some of the metal parts inside of the boxcar. While the train was stopped in Berlin, Allied bombers bombed the train yard. Several German soldiers were killed by a bomb blast as they stood outside of the POW train. The train moved on and after about a week, the POW’s were taken out of the boxcar and then ordered again to march.

During December 1944, Europe experienced the coldest temperatures and largest snow amounts that had been seen in over 40 years. Most of the clothing and equipment that the US soldiers had was not meant for winter battle, and the US soldiers and POW’s suffered greatly because of this.

As the POW’s were marching, and during Clark’s entire time as a POW, the Allied Air Forces were constantly bombing, strafing and attacking the Germans, so there were the continuous sounds of explosions around them.

Most of the time while marching, the POW’s spent the night in a field or a ditch next to the road they were marching on, with no cover from the winter weather. One night the POW’s were allowed to bed down in a German barn. When they woke up the next morning, they found that half of the barn had been blown away by a bomb or artillery shell. Apparently the POW’s were so tired and used to hearing nearby explosions that having half of their barn blow away during the night did not wake them up.

During one American bombing raid, the POW’s were crossing a bridge and a large bomb hit the bridge a few feet ahead of them and went right through the bridge deck without exploding. The POW’s had to walk around the hole left in the bridge by the bomb, but were lucky because the bomb was apparently a dud and didn’t explode. If it had exploded it would likely have killed all of them.

As the group of POW’s marched through German towns and cities, many of the local citizens yelled and spat and threw things at them. Clark remembers that mostly younger Germans did this yelling, etc, and that he would also sometimes see older Germans in upstairs windows looking at the POW’s and making the sign of the cross, seeming to try to help the POW’s in the only way that they could.

Some of the German guards treated the POW’s relatively humanely, while others were brutal and sadistic. Some POW’s with Clark were mutilated and killed by the Germans. Clark has never told me much about this part of his POW experience.

As the POW’s marched and the bombing raids continued, Clark often wondered how many times his brother Lloyd had flown over him. Lloyd was a tail gunner on a B-17 bomber, and flew over 30 missions over Germany. Clark’s younger brother Wayne was also serving in the US Army in the Pacific.

In January 1945, Clark’s parents were notified that their son was missing in action (see attachments 4, 5 and 6 telegram, letter, and newspaper article – the newspaper mistakenly gives January 19 instead of December 19 of the day Clark became MIA). Clark’s older sister Oleta worked in Washington, D.C. at this time for the FBI, and her job responsibility was to process the names of the US war casualties. This became very difficult for Oleta since she didn’t know if she would be seeing her brothers’ names come across her desk. A few weeks later, Clark’s family was notified that he was a POW (see telegram attachment 8). They were glad to hear that Clark was alive, but it still wasn’t certain that he would survive.

During one day of marching and as US bombers flew overhead, Clark saw that one of the bombers was hit and the crew had bailed out. One parachute landed nearby in a field, and some of the German soldiers ran out to capture the US bomber crew member. As they returned, Clark yelled “Wayne Knox, what are you doing here?” Wayne replied, “Well Clark, I heard that you were over here in Germany and I thought I’d better come see how you were doing”. Wayne Knox was raised in Searcy, Arkansas, about 16 miles from Pangburn, and Wayne and Clark had known each other growing up. You have to wonder with the hundreds of thousands of troops that were fighting in the war at this time, what are the chances that two friends from rural Arkansas would happen to meet on a country road in Germany this way!

As Wayne Knox joined the POW’s, he learned that Col Booth, Clark’s CO who had also been captured during The Battle of the Bulge, had an injured foot that had been run over by a half track during the battle. Wayne gave Col Booth his flight boots, which were fur lined for the bomber crew to keep warm at high altitudes. This simple act may have saved Col Booth’s life, because if he couldn’t keep up with the marching POW’s, he would have been shot.

I got to meet Wayne Knox a few years ago in Searcy, Arkansas, and we talked about him parachuting in on Clark. Wayne told me that on his previous mission, his bomber was so badly damaged that it couldn’t be flown again, so they were flying a brand new bomber when it was shot down over Germany. Wayne said that when the crew was told to bail out, he tried to open the escape hatch, but it was stuck. Apparently the new plane had a new coat of paint, and the escape hatch was painted shut! Wayne began jumping up and down on the hatch trying to open it, and “all of a sudden, I was floating in the air” as the door had finally broken loose. Wayne then opened his parachute and was talking to Clark a few minutes later.

Clark’s Cousin Howard Marsh had also been captured during the Battle of the Bulge, and was a POW with Clark. Howard had come down with pneumonia and had almost become too weak to walk. Clark and others helped him keep walking and he survived his time as a POW. Howard lives today near Searcy, Arkansas.

Clark also remembers receiving one or two Red Cross packages while he was a POW, and this also helped save his life. The few canned goods in the Red Cross packages had been punctured by the Germans, and were no good. The one thing that did make it through was a box of sugar cubes. While Clark was a POW, his weight went from 160 lbs down to approximately 80 lbs when he was liberated, so it was a struggle each day to keep going. When Clark was marching and got to a point the he couldn’t go on any farther, he would eat a sugar cube to get a quick boost of energy that helped him keep going. Not being able to march meant being shot, and these sugar cubes helped save his life. Clark is still amazed how much energy is in one little cube of sugar, something that a person might not realize until they have no energy left in their body.

As the POW’s marched, they were constantly on the lookout for food, and they also got pretty good at stealing it from their German captors. They knew that if they were caught stealing that they would be shot, but they still took the chance. As they were marching, many times they would start walking close to a German guard, and they would steal from the Germans back-pack as they marched. As they stole an item, they would pass it back to other POW’s in the group. They were never caught by the Germans doing this, although several of the German soldiers got pretty mad when they found food missing from their back-packs.

Also as the POW’s marched, they would sometimes be strafed with US fighter plane machine gun fire. The POW’s learned that if they just stayed on the road and didn’t run for cover, the fighter pilots would realize that they were US POW’s and would stop firing at them. The pilots would then signal to them by shaking their wings up and down, and they would leave them alone.

Towards the end of the War, Clark was put in a POW camp. It was spring time and the camp was wet and muddy. Each POW camp typically had a “Confidence Man” that the POW’s elected to be their interface with the German commander at the camp. At this camp, the Confidence Man was a Ranger whose last name was pronounced E-haw (Ehaugh?). One day the German commander came out into the camp, followed by his entourage. The commander was what you might imagine from seeing WWII movies, immaculately dressed with highly polished boots, and with SS insignia on his uniform. The Germans had placed boards over the mud so the German commander could walk into the camp without getting his boots muddy. The Confidence Man Ehaugh walked up to the German commander and they had a few words, and then Ehaugh punched the German Commander in the face, knocking him face down in the mud! All of the POW’s jaws dropped. Clark doesn’t remember why Ehaugh did this, but he does remember that the Commander was furious. He got back out of the mud and ordered that 10 POW’s, including Ehaugh, be shot on the spot by a firing squad. Unfortunately, Clark was one of the 10 randomly selected POW’s, and they were put into a line to be executed. As they were standing in front of the German riflemen to be shot, Ehaugh said to the Commander “In my country a condemned man gets a chance to say his last words before he’s executed, and I’d like to have that chance now”. The Commander thought for a moment and then said that Ehaugh could speak. Ehaugh said “You may think that I’m one mean SOB, but the guy that taught me everything is on the other side of that hill, and he knows that I’m here, and if he doesn’t find me here alive, you’re all going to have hell to pay!!” The German Commander heard this and spoke with his subordinates, and decided to release all of the POW’s from the firing squad! Apparently the Germans knew that the end of the war could be close at hand, and figured that Ehaugh’s buddy may very well be on the other side of the hill.

On April 12th 1945, the Germans ordered all POW’s to line up in the POW camp yard for an announcement. The German Commander came out and said “The war is over for the United States since your President Roosevelt has just died.” Clark said that the POW’s all said “You got us out here for that?! That’s not news, we already knew about that!” The Germans were angry about how the Americans could have already found out about Roosevelt’s death before the Germans could tell them.

Even though Germany was in the middle of a war, there were still German farmers just outside of the camp that raised livestock, etc. The POW’s had seen that one farmer had a few goats and sheep, and a few POW’s were able to sneak out of the camp at night and steal some of the livestock to bring back into camp to butcher, cook and eat. The next day the farmer was at the camp yelling to the camp Commander about stolen livestock. The Germans searched the POW’s barracks, but they never found any trace of the animals.

On April 28th, 1945, the POW’s got up and found that only a few of the German soldiers were left guarding the POW camp. Apparently, the Germans thought that the Allies were getting close, and many of them had left. Finding this out, the American POW’s took over the camp. Clark said that he remembers Ehaugh approaching one German armed guard, and that Clark had never seen a man disarmed and killed with bare hands as fast as Ehaugh killed that guard. Clark said that some of the remaining German guards that had treated the POW’s well were also taken captive and treated well by the Americans. Other German guards that had brutalized the American POW’s and who were still in camp didn’t live through the morning.

Later that day, the British Army arrived at the camp to liberate the POW’s. As they approached the front gate, there were still Germans in the nearby woods that began shelling the POW’s and the Brits. Apparently the Germans planned to use the POW’s as bait to try to kill the POW’s and the British soldiers. After a few tries, the Brits decided that they would drive quickly up to the front gate of the camp and they would slow down enough to allow some of the POW’s to run out and jump into a British truck. Clark ran out on one of these tries, and he was finally back in friendly hands.

Soon after being liberated, the British stopped and Clark and a few of the other POW’s that had escaped with him saw survivors of one of the Death Camps that the Germans had created for the Jews and others. Clark remembers seeing an American soldier give a death camp survivor a cigarette, and after one puff the death camp survivor was laying on the ground. Apparently these POW’s were so weak that even one puff of a cigarette was too much for them, and could knock them out or even kill them. It had been very rough for Clark being a POW, and Clark was amazed to see that other POW’s had been treated even worse than Clark had been.

As they were being driven back to Allied territory, the Brit’s stopped and the ex-POW’s found a wine cellar. They put several bottles of wine in a bag and carried them back onto the truck, and began traveling again. One ex-POW took a big drink of wine, and it immediately knocked him out since he had eaten very little in months, similar to the death camp survivor smoking a cigarette. The rest of the ex-POW’s knew that they couldn’t drink the wine either, so now they had several bags of wine bottles that they couldn’t drink. As they were going down the road towards the Allied area, hundreds of German POW’s were walking in the same direction on each side of the road. The ex-POW’s had been through several months or years of hell, and had just seen others treated even worse by the Germans, and decided that they had a chance to give something back. As they drove down road, they took the wine bottles and one by one they would hit a German POW with a bottle as they drove by. Clark thinks that they may have killed some of the Germans when they hit them with the bottles. This is something that Clark may not be proud of today, but I wonder if I would have done the same thing if I had been through what these men had been through.

Clark made it back to one of the “cigarette camps” in Allied territory, and soon Clark’s family was notified of his liberation (see attachments 8, 9, 10). While recovering at the cigarette camp, Clark found that ex-POW’s could get into line and they would be reimbursed for pay missed while a POW. Clark thought, “What the heck, let’s see how many times I can go through this line” and Clark went through several times without being asked any questions.

Clark eventually was put onto a ship back to the States, and arrived back at Camp Kilmer, New Jersey on June 2, 1945. Clark still remembers seeing the Statue of Liberty when they sailed back into New York harbor. One of his buddies said, “You know, she’s been standing there so long waiting for us to get back that I think she changed arms holding that torch!”

Clark was ready to get back to Arkansas, but the Army thought that they had a job for him as a truck driver at Camp Kilmer. An officer got into a truck with Clark and said “it says here that you’re a truck driver, so let’s see what you can do”. When Clark drove that truck, he didn’t once use the clutch to shift gears and wrecked the transmission, and generally did a horrible job of driving that truck. The officer finally told Clark to stop, and said “If you’re a truck driver, I’m a $&^)*$)+*!” and stomped away. Clark didn’t get the truck driver job at Camp Kilmer, and was soon sent back to Camp Claiborne, Louisiana. This was OK, since this was close to Pangburn.

While at Camp Claiborne, Clark became a Drill Instructor to train new soldiers that might be sent to the Pacific war that was still going on. On one visit home, an acquaintance told Clark that she hoped that her son who was going into the Army would get Clark as a DI, so that her son would be treated well in boot camp. Clark told her that if he got her son, he would do her son a favor and work him like a dog, just like the rest of the new soldiers, because that might be the only way he would survive the war.

Finally Clark was discharged from the Army “at the convenience of the Government” on December 2, 1945 as a Sergeant (see attachment 11). At that time, Clark also agreed to enlist in the Inactive Enlisted Reserve. He was told that due to his combat duty and being an ex-POW, he “would be the last person called if the US ever got into another war”. It wasn’t long before the Army forgot about this promise.

After the war, Clark returned to Pangburn and worked as a mechanic at an auto dealership in Heber Springs, and also on a road construction crew in the Pangburn area. Then in 1951, he was one of the first reservists called up to fight in the Korean War. The first American troops in Korea were getting pushed into the sea by the North Koreans and Chinese, and the US Army needed battle hardened troops from WWII right away.

On to Korea

Clark was inducted back in to active duty at Fort Hood, Texas on September 19, 1950 and was soon in South Korea. In the weeks before, the North Korean and Chinese armies had pushed the U.S. Army south from North Korea almost back into the sea in South Korea. Clark was one of the many WWII vets that were called back into service to help fight back the communists.

Clark was assigned to the 1st Cavalry Division, 61st Field Artillery Battalion. As the attached newspaper article shows, everyone usually had to fight during a major battle.

While in Korea, Clark was able to build his own Jeep out of parts from several Jeeps that had been destroyed in battle. The attached photo shows Clark and some friends with the Jeep.

During one battle, Clark’s Division was stationed on top of a hill, and several thousand North Korean and Chinese soldiers attacked. Clark remembers that it was estimated that over 2,000 enemy soldiers had been killed in that battle alone. Since the enemy had more soldiers than weapons, only 1 in 3 or 4 of their soldiers would have a rifle as they attacked the Americans. The ones that didn’t have a rifle still had to go on the attack, and had to pick up a rifle from one of their comrades who had been killed.

Clark was in one battle that was in a Korean city, and was helping fire cannons down a street toward the enemy. The enemy was close enough that the cannons were firing almost level down the street with no arc for distance. This battle went on for many hours, and during the battle Clark was told to take a break. Clark was dead tired, and the only place to lie down was right under the front of the cannons! Clark was so tired that he went right to sleep, even though he was under the barrels of cannons firing. When he was woken up, he found that the blast of the cannons had pushed him several feet down the street!

Clark again found that he was fighting in a winter war, and that it got extremely cold in Korea in the winter. One night Clark’s commander told Clark that a US Army ammunition truck had wrecked behind enemy lines, and that Clark and another soldier had to go in to get it. During the middle of the night, Clark and his buddy drove a tow truck in to get the ammo truck. They quickly drove a few miles behind enemy lines and hooked up the ammo truck, and as they started back, the ammo truck came off the hook and they left it. When they arrived back to friendly territory, their commander told them to go back in and get that truck! Clark and his buddy decided that this time they would keep their headlights off, and that Clark would walk down the road in front of the tow truck with a lit cigarette to guide the tow truck. It was a moon less night and very dark. As Clark walked slowly down the road, he realized that there were hundreds of enemy soldiers sleeping along the sides of the road! Clark looked at them and they looked at him, but they didn’t fire on the Americans. Clark doesn’t know why they let him pass. Two guesses are that it was very cold and they didn’t see an immediate threat, so they didn’t want to get out of a relatively comfortable spot to fight. The other guess is that their commander wasn’t around to order them to fire, so they didn’t.

As they approached the wrecked ammo truck, the tow truck pulled around and Clark hooked up the ammo truck, and then Clark jumped into the ammo truck to steer it as it was towed. The windshield had been broken out, and Clark drove several miles in sub-zero weather with the wind in his face. Shortly after this, Clark came down with pneumonia, but was able to recover in a field hospital. Clark also had to have his appendix removed while in Korea. However, while participating in several battles, Clark never received a serious battle injury.

Clark left Korea in October 1951 and was soon discharged from the Army. The attached letter from Clark’s commander to Clark’s parents shows that the Army wanted Clark to re-enlist, but this time around Clark didn’t even sign up for reserve duty.

After the Korean War, one of Clark’s WWII buddies had written him to say that he had also been to Korea and back. The buddy considered himself lucky because he had gotten through the war without a scratch, but that none of the other 17 soldiers that had started with him in Korea had survived.

After the War – When Clark returned from the war, he lived with his parents for a short time and had a hard time sleeping in a bed and even inside of house. At first he only felt comfortable sleeping on the floor, and even in winter he would need to have a window open because it felt stuffy inside. During this time, Clark’s father would sometimes wake up freezing and would close the window. Soon afterwards, Clark would wake up feeling hot and would open the window. This happened several times each night for several weeks.

When Clark returned to Pangburn after leaving Korea, he married Sarah Grace Whitten of Pangburn on December 23, 1953. Sarah was the 3rd of 4 daughters of James Luther Whitten and Beulah May Baker Whitten of Pangburn. Shortly after being married, Clark and Sarah moved to Wichita, Kansas, where Clark worked at Boeing Aircraft Company. A few weeks earlier, Clark had stopped to visit friends and family in Wichita on the way to California to visit his brother, John. Clark’s brother-in-law, Raymond Stout, was working at Boeing and said that they were hiring, and that Clark should go to Boeing and apply. Clark wasn’t too interested, but thought that it wouldn’t hurt to turn in an application to see what would happen. Clark was hired in January 1954, and retired from Boeing in 1984. Clark and Sarah had one son, James Wesley Marsh, who was born in Wichita on August 27, 1955. Jim graduated from Wichita State with a B.S. in Mechanical Engineering in 1978, and now lives in Morgan Hill, CA with his wife Jayne and daughters Lena and Emily. Sarah and Clark were visiting Morgan Hill in the spring of 1995, shortly after the birth of their granddaughter Emily. The night before Clark and Sarah were to drive back to Pangburn, Sarah had a stroke and died in May 1995. She is buried in Henderson Cemetery just outside of Pangburn. Since May 2003, Clark has also lived in Morgan Hill, CA, at the Valley Pines Assisted Living Center, about one-half block from Jim’s family home.

After Clark and Sarah had retired to Pangburn in 1984, many of the local residents of Pangburn were concerned about the poor condition of Henderson Cemetery. Due to lack of funds, the maintenance of the cemetery had been reduced and it was in bad shape. Clark and several other citizens of Pangburn raised money for the maintenance of the cemetery, and created The Henderson Cemetery Trust fund to pay for the improved maintenance of the cemetery. The cemetery has been in great condition for several years and the citizens of Pangburn and the surrounding area are very proud of it.

The local Methodist Church in Pangburn was also having a hard time during this period. Clark’s family had been involved in the founding of the church in the early 1900’s, and Clark and a group of other Pangburn citizens decided that something should be done. They met to discuss a plan of action, and each decided that they could donate funds to design and build a new Community Service Center at the Church, and also renovate the existing Church building. Most of the members of this group were retired, and each of them had talents that they could offer to help rebuild the church. In a few months the work was done, and the attendance at the church began to grow. At one time the church was in danger of loosing the service of a traveling minister who would preach at Pangburn and other nearby towns each Sunday. After the church renovation and a large increase in attendance, the church now has its own minister and continues to grow.

Clark received several medals for his service during these two wars, and after he left the Army they were put away and forgotten. Clark had many more bad than good memories of these wars, and wanted to forget about the war. As his son, I would occasionally hear some of the funny stories about the two wars, but I never heard much about the really horrific things that Clark went through. I’ve often tried to think about where I was in my early 20’s, and how I would have done going through the same things that Dad went through.

Among many things, there was one thing that always impressed me about Dad after going through his WWII and POW experience. Due to the severe cold and lack of winter clothes, and very poor nutrition, Dad did suffer some permanent nerve damage to his lower legs and feet while he was a POW. Because of this, he could have received disability checks for life soon after the war. One time I heard someone ask him why he didn’t accept the disability checks, and he said “I just didn’t want to be getting a letter from the Government every month telling me that I was disabled.” The extra money wasn’t worth having to live with that monthly message.

After retirement, Clark was visiting with his cousin Irvin B. Van Patten in Searcy, who happened to work for the VA. Irvin asked Clark how much of a disability payment he was getting from the VA, and Clark said that he had never gotten anything. As they talked, Irvin started filling out some paper work, and asked Clark to sign it. Clark asked him what this was, and Irvin told him that he should be getting VA benefits and that this would get the ball rolling. Clark has been able to receive Veterans benefits and health care since Irvin sent in that paperwork, and he and his family are very grateful.

Another thing that impressed me was in regards to a friend that Clark had made while working at Boeing Wichita, whose name was Otto Stockman. Otto was from Germany, and had come to the USA after the war. Otto actually still had some sympathy for the Nazi’s, and thought that most everything in Germany was better than the USA. Otto never married and had no kids, and either he walked over to our house or Clark walked over to his apartment almost daily, after Otto retired. Regardless of what Clark had been through during the war, he left all of that behind and was a friend to an older man with no family and few friends.

Medals – Clark received the following during his service in the Army in WWII and the Korean War:

• Bronze Star medal with silver service star
• Member of 52nd Armored Infantry Battalion receiving a Presidential Distinguished Unit Citation from Dwight Eisenhower
• POW medal with bronze service star
• Good conduct medal with bronze clasp and two loops
• American Campaign medal with bronze service star
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign medal with 3 bronze service stars
• WWII Victory medal with bronze service star
• National Defense Service medal with bronze service star
• Korean Service medal with 3 bronze service stars
• 61st Field Artillery Battalion Korean War, Presidential Distinguished Unit Citation for actions in the Battle of Pakchon.
• Combat Infantryman badge with bronze service star
• Expert Infantryman Badge with bronze service star
• United Nations Service medal with silver service star
• WWII Honorable Service Lapel Button
• Republic of Korea Medal of Appreciation

May We Never Forget

Clark Dean Marsh,

Died

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010

Age

88 Years 11 Months 19 Days

Service

Pangburn United Methodist Church

Pangburn, Arkansas

Saturday, August 14th 2010

10:00 a.m.

Like all servants of God, Clark did more than any of us will ever know.

It was a privilege to have known him.

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More Pictures from the '58 Reunion

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William Sonny Davis, Faye Lape Jones and James Carson.

William Sonny Davis and wife and James Carson.

Rosemary Langley Bell and Ruby Hayes Lane.

Linus Abbott

Mr. Finerty, Meredith Roberts Finerty,

Tommie Angel Pemberton and cousin. Lyndall Collins and wife

Linda Harmon Fulmer, Lugenia Bell Adcock,

Willo Ghent Windsor, Yvonne Schrimsher Lamb.

Sandra Harrison Floyd, Leon

Leon Person and Lyndall Collins.

Ann Barnett Merrell, Linda Palmer Imboden

Jim Pat Batson and Mary Sue Sanford.

Jim Baugh Jones and Darrel Clay and wives

Bob Young and Jim Baugh Jones. Bob Young and Bob Hoffman

Class of '58 Phots

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Sherry Person sent these pictures to be posted. These folks are really getting old. I'm surprised the photos didn't turn out Black & White.

I. B. Van Patten Attends Homecoming

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I. B. Van Patten, 93, attends the Searcy High Homecoming. Wearing the letter sweater he earned in 1934, he takes to the field for the coin toss.

Thanks to Mary Kay and Becca for the pictures of this great moment.

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Class of '59 Reunion

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The class of 1959 (that was a long time ago) had there 50th class reunion September 26. Great to see some of the old faces again. Enjoy and comment if you would like. If someone who attended the reunion would like to submit a writeup, I would be glad to post it.

Thank you Sherry Person and Nancy Thompson for the pictures.

Bill

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Misinformation

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In the email I sent out asking for comments and stories for the Blog, I told you to check Anonymous and put your name in the body of the comment if you wanted to. I should have told you to check next to Name/URL and put in your name. You can be anonymous if you want to be, but we would prefer to have your name with the comment or article.

Sorry about the misinformation.

Bill

Irvin's remembering on the first TV

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I’m not sure but it would have been either 1952 or 1953 I would have been 7 or 8. I do remember the brand and it was Motorola, a new brand then that had just come out. Everyone was starting to get into the TV business, Sylvania, Phil co, Zenith, and of course RCA. Our first TV was a 19” model in a cabinet, the word portable TV had not been invented.

My Uncle Ben Shannon had a TV repair shop and he made sure everything worked like it should. Mr. Shannon didn't sell TV's just fixed them. I don't know where Dad purchased the TV, but we were all glad he did. Now we didn't have to go to Grand Dad's to watch the Friday Night Fight.

It was a real marvel, to watch things happen somewhere else and see it instantly in your living room. I think Bill Benz had the first TV in our area it was located in a Big Blond Cabinet and I can remember riding my bike (remember those things) over to his house to watch it. Bill developed a lot of instant friends in those days and his mom was great because she always fed us. I think I ate my first “Baby Ruth” candy bar at his home. She was also our den mother in Cub Scouts but that is another story.

I also remember 'Winky Dink and You?' as I remember it, watching that program could get you in real trouble! Sometimes Winky Dink would get into trouble and you could help him out if you had this special covering to put on your TV screen. I wanted to help but we didn’t have the special film covering so I just marked on the Screen anyway. When mother saw the screen all marked up she wanted to know what had happened? Naturally I told her my younger sister Rebecca had done it.

Growing up in those days it was always convenient to have a younger sister that you could blame things on. But, don’t feel bad for my sister she had a great memory and always paid me back. Even shot me once in the face with a Red Ryder B B Gun but that story is for another time too.

Do you remember watching Commando Cody, Sky King, My Friend Fury, and the Little Rascals?

Irvin

Remembering Your First TV

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I would like to hear about 'Your First TV'. How old were you? What brand? What are some of the programs you watched? I'll get things started off:

First of all, I'm not sure how old I was, I think maybe 7. Bobby and I promised we would never go to the movies again if we could just get a TV.

The Greens (Bill, Gary) got the first TV that I remember seeing. They invited us to watch something but it was too 'snowy' to make out.

I remember our first grade class, Ms. Hendrix, went to Don Gattinger's house to watch the inauguration parade of President Eisenhower.

Our first set was a black and white Admiral. Black plastic. My dad bought an antenna that made the moon change orbit. The only station availibal was WMC-TV, channel 5, in Memphis. There wasn't enough programing to fill all the hours in the day, so it would come on and went off at different times. They would play music or have 'Short Subjects' between the programs to take up time until the next program came on.

I remember watching Sabu The Jungle boy that came on around 10:00 am Saturday mornings.

Sometimes it would be too snowy to watch.

Much much later, we got a RCA color set. There were only a few programs in color at the time. "The Following Program Is Brought To You In Living Color." And then the pecock would spread it's tail featheres. Then you got up and adjusted the color. No remote controll.

Milton Burle, Sid Ceaser and Imogene Coca, Mr. Peepers, Red Skelton, and on and on and on.

You can see some of these old shows on YouTube. Still funny.

OK, let's hear your 'First TV' story.

Bill

PS Did anyone other then me watch 'Winky Dink and You?'

Some of the answers to "Can You Help"

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How the mind jogging stories got started

Everyone I need your help in jogging our memories. This is what happens as we get older our memories start to fade. I think I know some of the answers but not all. Your help is needed:

1 What was the name of the all night café that was on the U.S. 67 bypass, midway between the road to Little Rock and the Kensett exit?

2 What was the name of the drive-in restaurant that was on that same bypass but right at the Kensett exit?

3 What was the name of the pool hall downtown?

4 When did White County go “dry”?

5 Remember that the pool hall was verboten and a sort of rite of passage was walking in there and finding that you weren’t going to get thrown out.

6 I remember the Black Cat Café, but there was another diner closer to the school…what was that name?

7 What was the name of the “other” theatre (not the Rialto?

I have also asked the 1962, 63, and 64 Searcy High Classes for stories of life during high school, things that happened to us, and remember when’s. Your help and any short story event will be appreciated.

Possible Answers:

#2 I think the name was “Guy’s Drive-In”

#6 I don’t remember the name but weren’t the hamburgers .15 cents, and it was located across the street from a Gulf Oil Gas station, and Fire Dept.?

Hope this gives you an opportunity to stay in touch with your classmates, and renew favorable stories of growing up in Searcy, AR. I would like to remember our fun times rather than send out political view points.

I have posted only some of the answers I received in this post.

Gene Barnett 8/27/09 says:

Hi Irvin and gang, I don't remember #1, I think #2 was Guy's drive inn, #3 was pastime billiard parlor, #4 was 1956 or close, #5 if they liked you, you did not get thrown out even if you were not of age, #6 I don't remember the name of the diner but it was on the corner of Race St and 1st Street at the time, #7 Plaza, I think,

Carolyn Daniels 8/27/09 says:

1. Not sure I remember an all night café between the Kensett exit and the Main St. exit. Except Guy’s Drive-In ? I do remember the skating rink located between the two “Y’s”.

2. Guy’s Drive-In. Golly, it was fun circling Guy’s and then back up Race St. to the A&W, looking for your friends.

3. You’re right about the pool hall being verboten! NEVER sat foot in there! However, I do remember the stench that wafted out thru the doors when you passed by. I don’t remember the name of it but it was on the west side of the square.

4. I don’t remember when White County went dry. In addition to a dry county, I grew up in a dry home.

5. I already answered # 5.

6. I remember the R.C. Café, located on the north side of the square, east of The Rialtor Theatre. I also remember Stitts Café located on Market St. Jimmy Stitt’s dad owned and operated it. Jimmy graduated in ’65 or ’66 I think. There was also a little white board siding store located on the west side of the school playground. A lady ran it and she sold “health foods”……Hostess cupcakes, R.C. Colas and candy. Once in a while I had an extra nickel to spend over there.

7. I don’t remember another theatre in Searcy but I do remember a theatre at Kensett. It got the movies that had been out a little longer and I think they cost fifty cents. You could also get a free shoeshine because of the rats and mice that would run across your feet! *smile*

Larry Nokes 8/27/09 answers were:

1 What was the name of the all night café that was on the U.S. 67 bypass, midway between the road to Little Rock and the Kensett exit? 67 Truck Stop

2 What was the name of the drive-in restaurant that was on that same bypass but right at the Kensett exit? Guy’s

3 What was the name of the pool hall downtown? Past Time Billiards

4 When did White County go “dry”? 1956 I think

5 Remember that the pool hall was verboten and a sort of rite of passage was walking in there and finding that you weren’t going to get thrown out. But you could always run out the back door into the alley.

6 I remember the Black Cat Café, but there was another diner closer to the school…what was that name? City Café on the west side of the square

7 What was the name of the “other” theatre (not the Rialto? Plaza

Suanne Riddle’s Answers 8/27/09

1 What was the name of the all night café that was on the U.S. 67 bypass, midway between the road to Little Rock and the Kensett exit? It was a truck stop, Robert Person's father owned it, I think it was B&L Truckstop or something that started with a B

2 What was the name of the drive-in restaurant that was on that same bypass but right at the Kensett exit? Don’t remember

3 What was the name of the pool hall downtown? There were 3 pool halls in Searcy, one was Past Time Parlor, one was owned by Mr. Lane, the other two by the Kelloughs as in Larry Kellough's father (I may be misspelling that but you get the drift) We would walk through the alley from the old high school to eat at the Royal Cafe (owned by Noel Hipp) and the smell could ruin the appetite. That was before they came up with that rule that you couldn't go out for lunch.

4 When did White County go “dry”? '60 or '61 I am thinking '60 would have been an election year so it probably went dry January of 61
5 Remember that the pool hall was verboten and a sort of rite of passage was walking in there and finding that you weren’t going to get thrown out.

6 I remember the Black Cat Café, but there was another diner closer to the school…what was that name? Jimmy thinks it was Sllver Spoon or Silver Diner or something like that. The man that owned it lived by the old river bridge.

7 What was the name of the “other” theatre (not the Rialto? Wasn't it the Plaza, it was on the corner where Mrs Kroh's was, at one ttime there was a "teen town" right along there also. I remember being along there, too young to go to teen town but Butch Lovell came out and jumped over the door and into his black convertible and I thought that was really cool, my parents didn't share my awe ha. The Plaza was closed for a while and when it reopened the first movie shown was "Greatest Show on Earth", not to be confused that it was a new release. K. K. King owned it also.

Gerald Saunders 8/08/09 Remembers:

I remember walking downtown to Headlee Drug store for floats, hot rolls at lunch. Also, to Market Street cafe ran by Mr. Stitts for the best chili and plate lunches around. Mrs. Stitts let us eat in the kitchen where a table was set up. The Kroger store was originally located where Person Furniture was located until it moved to the location that Sav-A-Lot is now. The Safeway store downtown moved to where Regions Bank is now and had a covered parking area in the back. It formally was a Farm and Tractor supply and repair facility. (Van Patten Tractor Co) Searcy Wholesale was on the northeast corner of the square where 1st Security is now, It was located where the radio station is and before that on the SW corner of the square across from Sowells. CR Anthony was across the street east of Sowells and I think Snowdens 5 & 10 was next door. Then the record shop located next to it. Then Stotts Drug store. We still had a train depot across from the park and a telegraph office next to it.

Smith Vaughn was where the Van Atkins store was and had hitching posts behind it for horses. Ben Franklin was on the east side of the square also. There was a cotton gin on Pleasure street just east of Main street. Remember the first teen hut, located next to the Plaze theater on Spring Street, spent a many of nights there dancing to the latest hits by Fats Domino, Little Richard and others.

Everyone, these replies were copied from some of the emails received, when you reply directly to the Blog Email posting is easier.

Visit Barbara Duncans Website and Blog.

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If you haven't already discovered the wealth of information on Barbara Duncan's website and blog, you're missing out on a lot of history of Searcy. This is not to be taken as an advertisment for Barbara, that's not what this blog is about, but is about nostalgia. Be prepaired to go back in time. And I suppose she would appreciate any bit of information from the past you might have.

barbara@barbarasduncan.com And be sure to go to this blog. http://activerain.com/blogs/barbarasduncan/archives/2009/08

This should be enough to get you started.

Anyone else know of any interesting site?

Bill

Dick Chapman remembers:

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Hi everyone,

Sandy Ghent Cafourek asked me to elaborate on my memories of the band during our school days, like who the directors were, etc. Rather than reply to her directly, I thought I would send the answers to everyone, so that any errors can be corrected. Read on if you are interested…hope it doesn’t get too boring:

Some of what I write below is found in a post dated August 24, 2006 http://searcyyesteryear.blogspot.com/2006/08/piece-of-our-childhood-has-died.html. But I have added other memories.

Al English left after our seventh grade. He was followed by Don Davis (nicknamed Duck, but I’m not sure why), who came from the very small town of Star City , Arkansas . Davis, who seemed to be more interested in playing in a jazz band than he was in teaching youngsters about music, lasted two years. He used what we disdainfully called “canned shows” for our football halftimes, and these didn’t have any originality whatever. I don’t remember much else about him. Warren Daunhauer, nicknamed Bud, followed when we were in 10th grade, so we had him one year at the old band hall and two years at the new. He was a taskmaster who would probably be fired or sued today, but it worked back then: our band’s quality vastly improved during these three years, and probably was at our peak during our 11th grade (the class just ahead of us, graduating in 1962, had some very fine musicians).

We did not have an auditorium at the new high school, so we performed our winter and spring concerts at the old school on Vine Street .

Daunhauer was either truly sick or was a hypochondriac, and we were too young to know which. He may have been an alcoholic or other substance abuser, or maybe dosed up on medications? He was mysteriously absent during the last few months of our 12th grade, and I distinctly recall Gene Witherspoon, the esteemed director of bands at Arkansas Tech College, coming down to Hot Springs to be our director for the Spring Festival in Hot Springs in 1963. Witherspoon had been a mentor and father figure for Daunhauer at Arkansas Tech. Daunhauer had grown up in tough times and was sort of lost as a kid…hanging out on the docks of New Orleans and assorted other unpleasant circumstances…and somehow Witherspoon adopted him as a kid that needed a second chance. It worked out, as Daunhauer became a favorite of Witherspoon’s. It’s weird how specific memories arise after 45 or 50 years, isn’t it? I am just now seeing, in my mind’s eye, a scene of Bill Benz making a presentation to Witherspoon as we all stood in the parking lot of the Holiday Motel in Hot Springs …a nice briefcase, as I recall. Why do I remember this, and where has that memory been residing in my brain all these years, only to pop out just now?

Anyway, after the festival Witherspoon returned to his outstanding college band, and we were led Jan Shaw, the Tech senior who was doing his final semester practice teaching at Searcy. Daunhauer left at the end of that year…but he did return to the band late in the year because I remember a very fond farewell conversation we had at Lion Stadium after our graduation, and he had directed the band (absent the four seniors who were in the graduation ceremonies: Sandy Ghent, Bill Benz, Larry Smith, and myself). He was disappointed that I was not following in his footsteps into public school music, but I knew (from watching him disintegrate under the pressure of wanting to get more and more out his students) that I didn’t want that sort of life. He, along with the earlier Al English, did instill in me a lifelong love of music, and I will be forever grateful for his encouragement and advice. At the time, I didn’t appreciate his having whacked me up upside the head with the heavy end of his baton (sitting in the first row of players, I couldn’t avoid him) when I was not paying attention. But I know now that this was the only way he knew to push me to do what needed to be done. I also appreciate his lecture to me after I lost first seat to Wendy Coven in tryouts…I was embarrassed to be beaten by a mere 10th grader, but he asked me whether I had worked for those tryouts or goofed off and we both knew the answer. When I challenged Coven after the mandatory two week wait, and won because I finally started working, I got another lecture with the same question. Good man, Daunhauer was. Wendy was very, very gracious about the whole thing. She knew that I was devastated but she never was smug or demonstrated anything but courtesy to me during that time she was sitting ahead of me. I don’t know whatever happened to her but I would sure like to thank her for being nice about that experience. By the way, a challenge involved three pieces, one selected by each of the persons involved and one by the director. I still have a reissued edition of the exercise book that we used in those days, and I can point out the piece I selected.

I have other memories of Daunhauer. When he first moved to Searcy he lived in an upstairs apartment, I think on Center Street but I’m not sure. He married a woman from Augusta and I remember a bunch of us students helping him move his furniture and all his ham radio gear to a place on the east side of town but I can’t remember exactly where. He disappeared for a while after our graduation, and was probably out on the road as a contract performer. He was a French horn player in college, but he knew there was no money in that so he used the saxophone to put bread on the table. I learned he was playing in a nightclub in the Lafayette Hotel in Little Rock (was that club called the Gar Hole? I can’t remember). After I was of legal age I went down there one evening and listened to him play…the group was pretty good. I had one other contact with him: in the late 1960’s or early 1970’s, he was teaching music at Forest Heights Junior High School in Little Rock, and I dropped by there one time and we had a nice chat, promising to stay in touch but we all know how those kinds of promises play out. I lost track of him after that. About 2005 I met a woman named Jane Daunhauer, who was in an investment club with my wife. I asked if there was a connection, and she said she was the widow of our own Bud Daunhauer. I didn’t press for info about his death, and I didn’t ask whether she his first wife, the woman from Augusta (I’m thinking she was not this same woman, but I don’t know for certain). I do volunteer income tax return preparation for low-income seniors (a service of AARP) and now Jane is part of this volunteer project. I think I know her well enough now to ask for some details, if the circumstances are right.

Time to digress. I just did a Google search of him and found this info from a ham radio web page:

Warren "BUD" Daunhauer

W5WZN

Bud Daunhauer

Warren "Bud" Daunhauer, age 68, of Little Rock, passed away Dec. 16, 2002. He was born July 30, 1934 to Edith Erwin and Warren Charles Daunhauer, Sr. Mr. Daunhauer was a talented musician who became interested in music as a boy growing up in the jazz-saturated French Quarter of New Orleans.He began playing the saxophone in clubs as a teenager when he decided to make his career in music. He attended Arkansas Tech University where he graduated in 1956 with a music degree. During his career he played a multitude of instruments including the drums, saxophone, and piano to name a few. He traveled the United States playing with a number of musical groups accompanying many known performers including John Denver, Carol Channing and Cher . In Arkansas , Mr. Daunhauer is most widely recognized as a talented band director from Forest Heights and Pulaski Heights Jr. High Schools in Little Rock where he taught for 20 years. He loved teaching and considered it the most rewarding aspect of his life. He kept in contact with many of his former students and enjoyed visiting with them. Mr. Daunhauer had a lifelong love of amateur radio where he was known as W5WZN. May he rest in peace.

Don’t know what he did between graduation in 1956 and his coming to Searcy in the fall of 1960. I may ask Jane, in case she knows.

More digression: I also stumbled across a lawsuit In Federal District Court in which Daunhauer was a nominally named defendant. The plaintiff, Chris Corley, was challenging a policy that required conforming haircuts of band students at Forest Heights . The plaintiff wore long hair as a symbol of his opposition to the involvement of the United States in Vietnam . A mitigating position was offered by Daunhauer, namely that the student could wear long hair but couldn’t play in concerts or other public events with the band because he was in violation of the stated policy of uniform appearance. This position was rejected by both the student and the school district, as both were seeking a decision on the constitutional issues. Judge Henley decided that the policy was constitutional and was being properly enforced. I don’t know whether that decision was appealed but I don’t think it was. See Corley v. Daunhauer, 312 F. Supp 811 (E.D. Arkansas, 1970). I guess these days no one would care, but it was an important issue in those days.

Ok, back to my memories.

The practice teacher Jan Shaw was hired as a full time teacher to replace Daunhauer in the fall of 1963, but I never knew what happened to him after that. Butch Bradberry (I think this is spelled correctly) was a later director…some might remember him as the excellent trombonist in our band who graduated in 1962. I remember stopping by the band hall and visiting with him one time, but I couldn’t bet on when that was. Maybe around 1970? I think Butch was a sales rep for Proctor and Gamble after he left public school music, but I’m not 100% certain about this. After Butch I lost track of the directors. I have a memory of visiting with Butch in 1961 or 1962 and predicting he would be a band director some day, maybe at Searcy High School ; it was weird that this worked out to be true.

Going back to Al English, I also remember being told by my folks that the school district was very reluctant to create a full-time position for a mere band director, so when English came to Searcy on half-salary, the band parents’ organization had a bunch of fund-raisers (and ran the concession stand at football games) so they could bring his salary up to the full monthly amount earned by “real” teachers. I also remember that Vivian Bordelon, mother of Pat (a good trumpet player graduating in 1961, I think he died a couple of years ago) was very, very active in the band parents’ group. I don’t know whether Mrs. Bordelon was involved at the time English came to Searcy, but she might have been. I remember that English came back to Searcy for a visit while we were in high school…maybe 1960 or 1961…and he was a guest at her home; I was a buddy of Pat’s in those days so got invited and went over to say hi to the person that I had idolized as a 6th and 7th grader.

Sandy asked me whether I remembered our senior concert, and of course I do: she played the final movement (the rondo) from Mozart’s famous clarinet concerto in A, and every time I hear that piece I think of her. If you don’t know this piece, tryhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJe6kSwGFKQ&feature=fvw or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRfQTYkegcA&feature=relatedfor a listen. It’s a great piece of music and not easy to play; Sandy did a very nice job with it during that final concert. Also during that concert I was allowed to conduct a piece, and I enjoyed the experience.

Larry Smith was the drum major for three years, and had to balance the need to be an enforcer for Daunhauer with being a nice guy. Daunhauer was disappointed with what he saw as a slacker mentality among us students, who were not real enthused with the extra hours of practice he was pushing on us in the early mornings. He wanted to get the band away from the Broadway show tune quick-step style and into more of a regimented, military band style with strict tempos and complicated but orderly marching movements. Arkansas Tech used the military style, and he brought that style with him when he came to Searcy. Larry did a very good job of learning the new style and making sure we players learned it too. I’ll bet Larry’s management talents came in part from his experience as our drum major. It was a pleasure to work under his leadership.

Bill Benz won the John Phillip Sousa award in 1963, and it was richly deserved. This award goes to the person elected by fellow players as the one most exemplifying quality musicianship, leadership, and overall love of music. Bill was our band president and was very popular both with his peers and the younger folks in the band. He went beyond being a mere technical musician and truly immersed himself in musical life. He was the only one of us seniors who kept up with his music, and we get to hear him play with bands when we have our reunions.

That’s about it for now. Each of us has tons of memories we could share, and I hope this trip down memory lane hasn’t been too boring for the readers. I hope each of you will take time to reflect a bit, and to enjoy the memories. We can’t and shouldn’t live in the past: it probably wasn’t nearly as good as we remember it, and we have the present to concern ourselves with. But it’s nice to go back occasionally and pick out the good parts and smile.

Best to all,

Dick C.

Pictures from John Sanderson

2009-09-02T09:27:00.006-05:00

Your help and stories are needed!

2008-12-29T07:44:00.002-06:00

The following is a reprint from January 25, 2007

One of our team members, Irvin Van Patten, sends out monthly birthday reminders, etc., to everyone he can find. Of late, to this monthly mailing, he’s appended the following, which is worth your consideration:

Please consider the following: If you have a story, a remember-when incident, the Searcy YesterYear Blog would be interested reading about it. Naturally, we are attempting to record some of our classmates’ history before Dementia or Alzheimer kicks in and you don't remember where the bathroom is located. Contact information for Searcyyesteryear is located below my signature block. I said it this way in case you are beginning to notice some symptoms.

Respectfully,

Irvin Van PattenSearcy High Class 1963irvin@vanpatten.com

Check it out - Searcy High School's YesterYear Blog! It's a diary of Experiences, Photos, Stories & Remember when’s told by you, Searcy Classmates. Have you ever wanted to tell your story? Now is your opportunity. Visit the Blog: click on: www.searcyyesteryear.blogspot.com. This blog is a website that records the memories and histories of Searcy High School classmates. Stories told by classmates who lived them. Your stories are part of our lives too. If you have a story please submit it, with or without a photo you can share your experiences. Email link is: searcyhigh@gmail.com If you have questions please feel free to send me a note.
Remember, stories and memories are important! Why not ask if anyone remembers when, before all these memories are lost forever. You may be surprised how many people would be interested, and you may even meet an old friend.

Searcy High March On!

SHS Class of 1953 55th Reunion

2008-05-16T18:35:00.002-05:00

Hi Folks,

Don Thompson has information concerning SHS Class of 1953 Reunion.

I would like readers to know the SHS class of 1953 will have their 55th reunion May 24th.

There will be a Dutch treat breakfast at Ryan's Restaurant, 3608 East Race St. from 9 a.m. to 10 p.m.

Two bus tours of the Searcy area are planned for 11 a.m. and 1 p.m. Bus leaves from West Race Baptist Churchparking lot, 1009 West Race St.

The evening activities will be at Eagle Catering, 450 Fairview Rd., Searcy.
Social hour 4 p.m. to 6 p.m.Dinner 7 p.m.

Those of you who didn't see some pictures from the 50th reunion can still see them at:
http://memweb.newsguy.com/~donthomp/SHS5350/SHS5350.html

Don Thompson & Paula Windsor Peacock Thompson

SHS Class of 1963 Multi - Year Class Reunion

2008-04-08T08:01:00.002-05:00

To all SHS Classmates,

Everyone the excitement is building. You still have plenty of time to get in touch with Nancy Dacus Thompson and let her know you will be joining us in this Multi Class Summer Reunion, scheduled for Saturday, July 19, at 6:00 p.m. Eagleview in Searcy.

Nancy Dacus Thompson
nancyskeeter@yahoo.com

Don't miss this opportunity to renuew relationships and have a great time. The 1962, 63, & 64 classes have been notified, and we have classmates in the 1956 class saying they will attend as well.

If you have questions you can contact: searcyhigh@gmail.com or email Nancy.

Searcy High March On

What it means to trade Guns for Swords

2008-03-17T18:14:00.002-05:00

Nina Coffman a graduate of SHS class of 1963 could easily say "What did you do in the War Daddy"? I dare say none of us knew much of what our fathers were involved in during WW II when we graduated in 1963. 45 years after high school graduation we are just now beginning to get an idea of some the things our fathers experienced.

The following is reprinted with permission from Searcy Living. by RJ Taylor

Lawnie Coffman had the kind of day that infantrymen dream of as a sergeant in the 35th Infantry Division in November, 1944. He captured two enemy combatants, then fifteen, and finally eight more before the day was very old. "The element of surprise helped me to capture 25 Germans," he said recently.

The Germans had the high ground near Nancy, France, and the American casualties were expected to be high when they crossed an open field. The night before that battle, Coffman, who was the platoon leader, and 12 to 15 members of his platoon volunteered to get behind the Germans. The Americans would have the Germans in a cross-fire the next morning.

In the dark, most of the men got lost and had to work their way back to the American line. Coffman said he and three recruits found themselves in the middle of the German camp. They stopped in a plum thicket to wait for daylight. Coffman put one of the young soldiers on guard duty, and he and the other two dug in and tried to sleep.

It wasn't long before the guard woke him. He had spotted two German soldiers boiling coffee over a fire, and he wanted Coffman to go with him to kill the Germans. Coffman said they should give the Germans a chance to surrender. He sent a bullet through their coffeepot and ordered them to surrender. They were glad to do that and even swapped some of their cigarettes for American ones.

While the young soldier guarded the Germans, Coffman heard other men moving at about 4 a.m. He couldn't tell in the dim light whether they were Americans or Germans. He laid down in the grass, and when the men got close he could see that a German officer was leading a group of soldiers in a single file. When the officer got about eight feet from him, Coffman screamed the German words for "hands up," his gun raised.

He said the officer's helmet fell to the ground, and Coffman heard the 14 other Germans' helmets hitting the ground. Eight other Germans saw their comrades surrendering, and they waved a white flag to indicate they were ready to surrender, too.

Coffman was recommended for a battlefield commission and a Silver Star. The papers for the Silver Star were lost in a fire. Before his promotion to second lieutenant could take place, he would have to defy death: he was hit through the left shoulder blade by the kind of shell used against tanks and other large targets - a 20 millimeter shell.

It happened about five days after his spectacular heroics. Tank carrying soldiers to a German-held town got mired down, and Coffman and other infantrymen had to get off before they reached their destination. The first medic to get to Coffman thought that he was dying, but another one saw some sign of life.

When Coffman regained consciousness, he was on an operating table in Paris. When he later asked for his belongings, the only item left in his bag was a tiny New Testament. It had belonged to a 17 - year-old replacement who was killed minutes after reporting to Coffman.

The scriptures reminded Coffman of a vow he had made before losing consciousness on the battlefield: He promised God that if he survived, he would work for Him the rest of his life. The first verse that he saw in the New Testament, which he still has, was Hebrews 4:12. It begins, "God's word is alive and working. His word is sharper than the sharpest sword..."

I felt that God was telling me that it was time to change "weapons," he said, referring to the Second World War being over for him. Instead, he would use the Bible in the was against Satan for the rest of his life.

Coffman spent months in hospitals, mostly in Longview, Texas. When he left the Army in August, 1945, he studied the Bible and became a Christian. In 1949, he began preaching for Free Will Baptist churches. He attended a Free Will Baptist college for a year and later studied for another year at Harding University.

He first moved to Searcy in 1952 and established two churches here. He would preach in several other cities over a long career.

Coffman never did receive the Silver Star that he deserved, but he lift the Army with two Bronze Stars. One was for his hey role in liberating Fossieus, a town of about 2,000 in eastern France. In the Fall of 2004, the mayor and town invited him to come back on the 60th anniversary of its liberation from the Germans. He took his wife, Alene, their two daughters, and two granddaughters.

The town lavished him with a hero's welcome, bestowing upon him many gifts and medals. He said that he never had received so many hugs. The mayor led a tour of battle sites that Coffman had been involved in. At one site, he had crawled behind a concrete curb to get close enough to fire a bazooka - usually an anti-tank weapon - at a machine gun nest that was holding us his platoon, killing and capturing several Germans.

Coffman has written and published his memoirs, a book called "My Leg of the Race." In it he wrote, "I have dedicated my life and service in keeping my promise to do the Lord's Work." Having survived for more than six decades an injury that appeared to be unsurvivable, he considers his favorite scripture to be Luke 1:49: "For the Mighty One has done a great things for me."

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Many of us our fathers are no longer with us. If you have a story about your father during the War please get in touch with us. The men of this generation were very special, they did what was necessary, and didn't talk about it openly, so consequently many of the stories are lost.

This seems to be the way it is with veterans, we usually have no idea of the sacrifices they make or what they have endured.

Bernice Alice Webb Horn - Obituary

2008-02-11T15:57:00.000-06:00

Bernice Alice Webb Horn
May 22, 1914 – February 9, 2008

Searcy, AR – Bernice Alice Webb Horn, of Searcy and Eureka Springs, passed away Saturday, February 9, at her home. She was 93. Deservedly, her passing was one of ease with her family present. This February 14 will truly be Valentine’s Day for her and her lifelong sweetheart, as they will be together for the first time in nearly 18 years. Until recently a fulltime resident of White County, Mrs. Horn was the daughter of Etta and A.C. Webb, now deceased. With her husband of 58 years, she experienced the loss of their first son, Donald Webb Horn, at age 18 months; and two grandchildren, Draxie Linn Rogers, at birth, and Brent Reid Rogers, age two. Putting her pain second, she was the source of support that pulled her entire family together in these losses, experiences no parents or grandparents should have to face.

She was preceded in death additionally by her husband, Louie C. Horn, former Searcy Postmaster; two sisters, Reba Nell Burkett and Juanita Spraggins of Little Rock; two infant brothers, Bernard and A.C., Jr.; her stepmother and friend, Reba Webb of Searcy; and one nephew, Jim Burkett of Rosebud, Arkansas. She is survived by a son, John Reid Horn of Eureka Springs and Little Rock; one daughter, Draxie Jean Rogers, and her husband, Robert, of Eureka Springs and Little Rock; one brother, Palmer Webb and his wife, Joline; one sister, Hallie Jane Sanford and her husband, B. R., all of Searcy; one grandson, Kyle Robert Rogers and wife, Robin Rogers, and one great grandson, Logan Kyle Rogers, of Maumelle; one granddaughter, Kalen Alyse Rogers Naylor, and her husband, A.B., of Little Rock; and four nephews. She is also survived by her loyal cat and dog, Ginger and Liz.

Mrs. Horn taught school 37 years, all in White County, beginning with one-room schools in Holly Springs and Russell, with the majority of her teaching being done at one of the Searcy McRae Elementary School’s second grade classrooms. Achieving her BSE degree from Harding University, she was a dedicated and compassionate teacher who made building self-esteem in her students a priority. A significant part of her salary was spent on clothing, especially coats and shoes, for some of the children she felt needed them. She made learning fun and, with the exception of the bullies on the playground, for whom she had a quick-study attitude adjustment program, the students looked forward to coming back to school in the fall, so they could see “Miss Horn.” Many of her students kept in touch with her and Mr. Horn, long after they had left high school, relating how she had made such a difference in their lives. Besides her grandchildren, these were the things for which she was most proud.

Mrs. Horn was constantly finding ways she could help others. At the age of 86, she would save magazines and interesting articles from newspapers that she would bundle and take to area nursing homes for the “old people” there. She maintained her positive attitude, her quick wit, her ability to tell a cute story, as well as the mischievous twinkle in her eyes to the end. She was a true blessing to those whose lives she touched, except the bullies, and many of those became some of her best students and greatest admirers. All of her wonderful qualities will be missed, but none as much as her beautiful smile.

Arrangements are by Roller-Daniel Funeral Home, 411 East Race Avenue in Searcy. Visitation will be there on Friday, February 15, from 6 to 8 p.m. Funeral will be held Saturday, February 16, at 2 p.m. at Roller-Daniel, with burial following at White County Memorial Gardens in Searcy. Pallbearers will be grandson Kyle Rogers, nephews Keith and Duke Webb, Andy and Mike Lawrence, and grandnephew Brad Burkett. Honorary pallbearers will be Ben Scroggin, Jr., Bob Spraggins, Don Burkett, Dr. A.B. Naylor, Bud Whetstone, Judge Chris Piazza and Trent Behnke, all of Little Rock, and Dr. Hani El-Alayli of Brentwood, Tennessee.

In lieu of flowers the family requests that memorials be made to any of the following: St Paul United Methodist Church in Searcy, White County Humane Society, Pulaski County Humane Society or Good Shepherd Humane Society of Eureka Springs. Online condolences may be left at www.rollerfuneralhomes.com .

Choices Matter

2008-02-08T08:53:00.000-06:00

THIS IS A NONPARTISAN JOKE THAT CAN BE ENJOYED BY BOTH PARTIES! NOT ONLY THAT... IT IS POLITICALLY CORRECT!

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the man.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we will do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator.

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

"Now it's time to visit heaven."

So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."

The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he has in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I don't understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there is just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning...

Today you voted."

Saying Goodby to TOM PRY Follow Up

2007-12-22T07:10:00.000-06:00

Thomas Lewis Pry

Friday, December 21, 2007 7:44 PM CST

Thomas Lewis Pry, resident of Searcy, died Friday morning, Dec. 21, 2007. He was 69 years of age.

Mr. Pry was born Oct. 7, 1938 in Chicago, Ill., the son of Marcella Edwards Pry and Robert Pry. Tom was a program manager for a broadcasting company where he worked most of his life. He loved writing and telling stories.

Mr. Pry is survived by his wife, Karen Pickinpaugh Pry of Searcy; his mother, Marcella Edwards Pry of Searcy; a daughter, Carla S. Pry of Greenville, S.C.; a son, Michael Pry of Greenville, S.C.; three step-sons, Tracey Doeden of Lancaster, Ohio, Channing Doeden of Albuquerque, N.M., and James Doeden of Ypsilanti, Mich.; six grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his father, Robert Pry and a sister, Marcella Roberta “Cookie” Pearl.

Visitation with the family will be from 2-4 p.m. on Sunday at Powell Funeral Home in Searcy.

Arrangements, Powell Funeral Homes. www.powellfuneralhome.net

Saying Goodby to TOM PRY

2007-12-21T16:16:00.000-06:00

Everyone,

There are no right words and this is very difficult to pass on, but any of you who have been following Searcy Yeasteryear for any time know that Tom was in a battle with lung cancer.

Tom Pry passed away at 6:15am, December 21, 2007.

There will be visitation Sunday, 12/23/2007, from 2pm to 4pm, at Powell Funeral Home on Beebe Capps in Searcy, AR.

Tom's family sent an email thanking you all for your support over the years, sending it to those on Tom's computer distribution list. I received it, and wanted to post this information for those of you who may not have been on the list.

Tom was so meticulous in keeping the Searcy Yesteryear blog, and as a result we have a wonderful record of happenings in our little town. His shoes will be hard to fill. And he will be missed.

If you would like to post a memory you have about Tom, you can reply to this blog. Bill and I will try to make sure the family gets a copy.

PERSONAL TO ANITA HART FULLER

2007-11-24T10:33:00.000-06:00

Got your note and posted. However, the address you gave me immediately bounced back my reply as "User unknown." Since I did a copy/paste on the address, your finger may have slipped. Write me direct at: tompry@gmail.com .

Good to hear you're okay.

(We now return you to our regular programm....)

NOTED IN PASSING

2007-11-12T16:06:00.000-06:00

Don Thompson

Thomas R. Brown, age 71 of Searcy, died Saturday, November 10, 2007 in Searcy. He was born Tuesday, September 15, 1936 in Searcy to Chester Dennis Brown and Laura (James) Brown.

He was a high school counselor for many years and a member of the College Church of Christ.

He is survived by his wife of 51 years, Betty Brown of Searcy; one son, Patrick D. Brown and wife Donna of Searcy; one daughter, Susan Brandon and husband Peter of Houston, Texas; three grandchildren, Tessa Brown, Taryn Brown, Hannah Brandon; and two brothers, Chester Alvis Brown of Memphis and James Donald Brown of Bartlesville, Oklahoma. He is preceded in death by his parents, Chester and Laura Brown; and two sisters, Mary Sigler and Dorothy Clark. Visitation is Monday from 6:00 until 8:00 p.m. at Roller-Daniel Funeral Home.

Funeral services will be Tuesday at 2:00 p.m. at Roller-Daniel Funeral Home Chapel with interment to follow at White County Memorial Gardens. In lieu of flowers, the family has requested memorials be made to the Harding University Scholarship Fund or the Searcy Childrens Home.

A NOTE OF PASSING

2007-11-12T07:31:00.000-06:00

Don Thompson

I got word today that Tom Brown passed on Yesterday. He was a good
friend and classmate of mine.

ELMER DALE YANCEY

2007-11-10T06:25:00.000-06:00

From Saturday's Searcy Daily Citizen:

Blessed with magnificent leadership

E.D. Yancey died on Friday, Nov. 2. He died peacefully in his home surrounded by family and friends. At his memorial service, Reynie Rutledge remarked, “We have come to the end of an era. For 75 years the Yancey family has been involved in banking, real estate interests and the construction business in Searcy. He was a business leader, community leader, political leader and church leader. He was born with a gift for leadership. He exercised that gift with grace, dignity, honor and honesty. This city is better because he lived among us."

Elmer Dale, early summer 2006, the SHS Class of 56 50th Reunion

A LETTER FROM GENO

2007-11-07T10:33:00.001-06:00

Hi guys!

I was just looking thru the Searcy memories site you have on the web, and I guess I had not looked at everything in there but, I did run across your pics of you when we were mere children and lo and behold those pictures of you both were as I remember you. We left Searcy such a long time ago, but it is fun to go back and remember a vital part of our youth. I once again thank you all for doing that.

I still miss ole Ernie. It is strange not to hear from him once in a while. I also notice pics of Sue Haney and I did not remember she was married to Larry Maness. I also saw pics of Rita Jo Dunn. As a kid I thought she was about the best looking thing I ever saw. I wonder whatever happened to her. I remember she married some coach that was older or something like that. I think they might have lived around here for a while. (Last I heard, she was living someplace like Minnesota. She has repeatedly stated that she has no intent of ever setting foot in this state ever again. Her upbringing here was not happy, especially not with every clown in the world – including once from me, I say to my shane – hitting on her. –tlp-)

I also saw a pic with Linda Palmer in with some others. She does live here and I see her every now and then. She is still pretty but has had a lot of health problems. I am going to try to attach a pic of her and others at her sister’s daughter’s wedding. It was held at Gilliam Farms over by Judsonia. My group played their wedding reception.

Hope this finds you both OK. I know Tom has been going thru some tough times, but he is tough. Stay in touch. as I enjoy hearing from you. Tom, I still hope to get your way soon. It seems as though every time I plan on driving down. something comes up here.

Gene Barnett

P.S. That is Linda Palmer looking at my sorry camera.

Elmer Dale (E.D.) Yancey

2007-11-04T14:16:00.000-06:00

From the Searcy
Daily Citizen, 11/3/08

Elmer Dale (E.D.) Yancey, prominent Arkansas businessman and a Searcy native, died Friday, Nov. 2, 2007, at his home. Born July 8, 1938, to the late E.O. and Louise Dobbins Yancey, he was a life long member of the First United Methodist Church in Searcy.

A 1956 Honor Graduate of Searcy High School, Yancey was an outstanding athlete, lettering in football, basketball and track. As a member of Arkansasâ first Little League Team, he later was a standout on Searcy’s American Legion Team. At the University of Arkansas, Yancey served as president of Sigma Chi Fraternity, was a member of Blue Key, Who’s Who in American Universities, Mortar Board, and graduated cum laude with a degree in business in 1961. An officer in R.O.T.C., he served as a 2nd Lt. in the U.S. Army Reserves from 1961-1969.

Yancey was associated with his father in banking at First Security Bank in Searcy from 1961 thru 1981, and was a stockholder and member of the Board of Directors of First Security Bank and First Security Bancorp.

An avid golfer, Yancey enjoyed the camaraderie of the game with family and friends at some of the finest courses, and, in 1992, he realized a childhood dream when The Course at River Oaks, an eighteen hole course in Searcy’s River Oaks, was opened for play. As developer and general manager of River Oaks Subdivision, Yancey enjoyed every facet of the business.

Yancey was past president of Searcy Chamber of Commerce and was active for years on the board of Searcy Industrial Development Corp. He served as president for the Searcy Country Club, White County Community Foundation, the Kiwanis Club, the Robert Elliott Foundation, and was a Board Member of Central Arkansas Hospital. Yancey served as chairman of the board at First United Methodist Church in Searcy where he was active in the ministries of the church, taught in the Sunday school, and was a member of the Stark Sunday School Class. He received numerous awards, including Humanitarian of the Year from the Searcy Chamber of Commerce, Sportsmanship of the Year from the Senior Golf Association and was inducted this year into the Searcy Public Schools Education Foundation Hall of Honor.

Yancey is survived by his wife Peggy Ann Yancey of Searcy, two daughters, Dr. Jennifer Boswell of Atlanta and Elizabeth Mauze and her husband Jim Mauze of St. Louis; three granddaughters, Maggie, Louisa, and Evie Mauze of St. Louis; a step-son, Davie Webb of Missouri, a step-daughter, Bobbie Ann McConnell of Nebraska, and two step-grandchildren, Gracie and Landon McConnell of Nebraska.

A memorial service will be held 10 a.m. Tuesday, Nov. 6, 2007, at the First United Methodist Church, 304 North Main in Searcy. Honorary pall bearers will be members of the Stark Sunday School Class. Cremation and arrangements are by Searcy-McEuen Funeral Home of Searcy.

In lieu of flowers, the family has asked that memorials be made to The Robert Elliott Foundation, 113 Emerald Lake Drive, Searcy; Searcy First United Methodist Church; or the Paws Inn Animal Shelter, P.O. Box 502, Searcy.

Sad News - 1956 Classmate Passing

2007-11-02T14:05:00.000-05:00

Everyone,

Elmer Dale Yancey Searcy High School classmate of 1956 passed away this morning Friday, 11/02/07 at his new home at 7:20 AM. Elmer Dale & Peggy had just recently moved to a new location.

A memorial funeral service will be held at First United Methodist Church, Searcy, AR. Tuesday 11/06, at 10 AM.

If you wish to send a card the new home address is: 300 River Bend, Searcy, AR 72143

E. D. had been ill for a few months, and his wife Peggy was with him when he passed away.

I don't have all of the details so I have included the web link for the Searcy Daily Citizen: http://thedailycitizen.com/news

NAME CHANGE

2007-10-16T06:18:00.000-05:00

Gene Barnett

Live from the Brickhouse. We have a new name for the band` because we play music from yesterday: The RetroRadio Band.

Call Gene in Jonesboro if you want to book them or visit them. –tlp-

GUEST EDITORIAL

2007-10-06T10:12:00.000-05:00

(The one in Heber Springs,
not the one in Chicago)

Let’s build a memorial from victory, and not merely from ditch-digging

Guest column / by Neville Martin

As both a military veteran and curious American, I hailed a cab on a dreary day in Washington DC, to see the much talked about Vietnam War Memorial, which was still in the process of being built.

Soon the cab driver pulled to the curb, collected the fare, and pointing to an empty open field said “it’s over there! Just walk into the field and you’ll find it.” In the drizzle and chill, I began trekking across the field; I was still puzzled until it came into view. But, that’s not a wall, that’s a ditch in a field with a wall built into the side of the ditch.

The Vietnam memorial was being built in remembrance to those who lost their lives in that war. The design of this memorial with the names engraved is very emotional and tearful. There is a ramp going down into the ditch with only a few names on the wall. With every step, more names and more names with each step. Then you are at the bottom of the ditch among rolls of names over your head. You are in a quagmire of tears and emotion.

As you make your way across the names to the upward ramp, the heaviness begins to lift. When you are finally out, you look back at the tears and anguish you just walked through and realize the wall is not just a symbol of honor but a symbol of the dishonor to the politicians that dug the ditch and took our nation through that quagmire.

We lost honor as a nation but gained military leadership as to how not to conduct war in the future.

The question is have we learned our lesson? Some 40 years have passed, we are now engaged in another war, a different war. This enemy does not wear a uniform and he wants to kill us. This enemy kills by remote control. He kills himself and his own just to create carnage. He kills just to kill. This enemy comes from the past to keep us from the future.

Much of our warrior force fighting this war are from close to home - the reserve and National Guard. When someone dies or is wounded, it’s not just a soldier or marine from someplace else. It’s your National Guard neighbor, your reservist brother or your son.

The parasitic politicians that rose this nation against this enemy, that voted for this war, that funded this war are now digging the ditch, looking for a way out while giving themselves a pay raise. A pay raise and digging is more important than supporting, funding and winning. Political advantage is more important than victory.

Without victory this war just may last another year, five years, 10 or even 20 years. To win this war is our only option. Our politicians are copying what didn’t work 40 years ago. They are digging a memorial to defeat.

We as Americans all are soldiers in this war. We are the Aunts, Uncles, Brothers, Fathers and Mothers of the Guardsmen and Reservists. The warriors fighting this war are us.

Recently I witnessed a man stand in front of a church congregation to make an announcement. With a tear in his eye and a lump in his throat he proudly announced that his eldest son, who had recently graduated from high school, had just enlisted in the Marine Corps.

This announcement was met with an immediate long applause.

The memorial for this war will come; let us pray that it’s not another ditch in a field. Let us build a memorial that we can look up to and proudly salute. Let us build a memorial from victory and not ditch-digging.

Neville Martin is a veteran who hails from Searcy

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MY FAVORITE MARINE

Tom Pry

Meet Elizabeth Rash from over between Bradford and Bald Knob. When, as a high school senior, she worked with us at the Searcy Sun/Bald Knob Banner.

I always called her my Marine Munchkin. All 5'2 or 3" of her, in a petite package.

She enlisted back in the spring, before graduation, and left for basic immedikately afterwards, this AFTER taking several weekends at "Are you sure?" orientation and physical tests.

The odds are that, one of these days, she's going to end up in the middle east. May the use the government makes of her result in a better end than Viet Nam.

NOTE FROM HOME

2007-10-04T06:51:00.001-05:00

Mary Clifton

This was written in the Wed, Searcy Citizen.. interesting that he was killed then drove to spot where he died... A reader & former White Co, resident.. I do look forward to the paper each day... GOD BLESS...

A tentative jury trial date for Billy Terrell Adams, charged with capital murder in the death of Charles “Chuckie” Cunningham, 31, has been set for Jan. 15, 2008. Adams appeared before White County Circuit Judge Robert Edwards Tuesday.

Cunningham was killed at 505 West Beebe Capps Expressway in Searcy on June 8 and then drove to Woodruff Street, where he wrecked his vehicle and was found dead. White County Prosecuting Attorney Chris Raff said he is not seeking the death penalty. Adams could receive from 10 to 40 years or life without parole if convicted.

COMMJNICATION NOTE

2007-10-02T16:29:00.000-05:00

Draxie Horn Rogers

My computer is in serious distress. I think all it needs is a lily across it. So I am trying to keep up with my e-mail here at the lovely Carnegie Library in downtown Eureka Springs. Since I won't be able to come here on a daily basis, if there is something of importance you need to communicate to me, please call me at 800-554-9499; 479-253-6638 or 479-981-1818.

Thanks! I'll let you know when (or if) the situation has been resolved.

A TODAY NOTE FROM JONESBORO

2007-10-01T11:11:00.000-05:00

From Gene Barnett:

Hi all, just wanted to let you know we will be playing the BrickHouse Grill on Main Street, Jonesboro, this Thursday night. We would love to have you all here for some good food and music.

CAVALIER ATTITUDE – Part One

2007-09-17T11:31:00.000-05:00

Editor’s note: The following got lost in the translation from reality to e-mail and back again. Sorry ‘bout that. –tlp-

DON THOMPSON

Hi,

This 1942 SHS annual, Cavalier, has an interesting cover.

A negative version is a little easier to view.

I believe the flag is the American flag. Look closely and some of the stripes are just visible.

Here's one of the inside pages.

Description

This High School Yearbook is loaded with pictures of the high school students at Searcy, Arkansas and many, many inscriptions and signatures of students. The book belonged to a popular junior named "Lucille". We'll be happy to answer any questions you may have about students pictured in the annual.

Condition of book is Good. Binding is leatherette (faux leather).

Anyone know a 1942 junior with first name Lucille?

This book is interesting to me because my grandfather took in his niece, Monnie Graham, as a boarder so she could finish her senior year at Searcy Hi. Her family lived out in the country and transportation was too hard. My grandfather owed his brother Frank $150 from the early 30s so this was a way to pay him back. My Uncle Doyle said that was cheap board.

My uncle was 20 and in the Civil Service at that time. He was in a food service operation in the Azores Islands. This was his way to serve his country since he wasn't physically able to serve in the armed forces. My other uncle, Alvin, was in the Army and died in Germany in 1942. He is buried in France.

One thing I remembered about Monnie is going with her to visit her boyfriend. I remember he had lots of model airplanes hanging from the ceiling in his room. I was 6 at the time and really liked model airplanes. One could get a kit from Sterling's for 10 cents. Balsa wood was scarce because of the war so the parts were made from stiff cardboard. I remember I didn't understand how to build a fuselage frame from cross section pieces and stringers so I just glued the stringers to the plan and cut it out. Yes, I really do remember that!

Cheers,

Don

A CAVALIER ATTITUDE

2007-09-12T20:29:00.000-05:00

DON THOMPSON

I bid on the 1942 SHS (Cavalier) yearbook and got it Sat. I spent time looking at it last night. It seems it was the first yearbook published since 1930. Wow! 12 years without a yearbook.

The class of 1942 was the first class to graduate from the new $100,000 high school.

The book owner's name was Lucille Harwood and she was indeed a popular girl with both students and faculty.

The comments are precious. My favorite comment is by a teacher named Maxiene Graves, Social Science.

L is for lovely
Indeed it applies to you.
U is for useful
The little things you do.
C is for clever
an asset to unfold.
I is for industry
An endeavor to behold.
L again appears in your name.
To me it stands for the above.
L a third time is written
To me it stands for love.
E is the end for everything.
Fate has indeed to you been kind.
My wish for you is happiness in
everything you find.

How about that for a teacher comment?

Oh heck, I have to mention one more.

Pupils like you make teaching a pleasure. Your presence in my class is always an inspiration.

Next year who will tell me about the lives of authors! You are a very lovely person with a fine intellect.

Make them both work in your successes and happiness. Sincerely yours,
Ollie May Hicks

I had Mrs. Hicks as well.

Here's the Faculty page.
Here's an activity page. The lovely Lucille Harwood can be seen lower left.
Harold Sullivan says his brother A.J. was in the seventh grade then. Harold has identified A.J. as the 4th from the left bottom row.

It would be interesting to know if Lucille Harwood is still around.

Cheers,

Don

Eddie Best wrote:

Hi, Don - thanks for sending this. Your comments are interesting also. I think one of our Historical Society members, Lucille Harris, graduated from SHS about this time. I am sending your message to her daughter` Martha Poplin.

Eddie Best

Editor

White County Historical Society

Tribute to Our WWII Veterans

2007-09-08T16:23:00.000-05:00

Local veterans participate in AETN documentary

For the residence located outside of White County AR., this may offer an opportunity to relive some memories.

Five men recount experiences in World War II

From the Searcy Daily Citizen, September 6, 2007:

CONWAY — Clarence Alvin Fowler and Ross Edward Bridger, both of Searcy and brothers, Leon Van Patten, Irvin Van Patten and Charles Van Patten, all of Searcy, were five of 47 World War II veterans who traveled with the Arkansas Educational Television Network to Washington, D.C., to visit the National World War II Memorial in a four-day “Tribute Tour” in June.

That trip has now been made into a 90-minute documentary that will premiere Sunday, Sept. 23, at 5 p.m. on AETN.

“Their Journey: A Veterans’ Tribute Tour,” a production of “In Their Words: AETN’s World War II Oral Histories Project,” follows 47 participants through the nation’s capitol as they visit the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum and Arlington National Cemetery, receive a special Evensong service and blessing at Washington’s National Cathedral and experience the memorial built in their honor at sunset.

They were selected to participate in the trip after being interviewed for the “In Their Words” project. This project allows AETN to archive firsthand knowledge of the war for use by future generations online and in the classroom, as well as providing a lasting memory for the interviewee’s family. With more than 200 veterans completing interviews to date, each was issued an invitation, and participants were selected randomly in April.

Clarence Alvin Fowler

Fowler was 19 years old and working at the Pine Bluff Arsenal when he was drafted into the U.S. Army Air Corps on March 3, 1943. He served aboard a B-26 Bomber as a flight engineer and gunner in the 391st Bomb Group, known as the “Black Marauders” in the European Theater of Operation. Fowler also witnessed action over the Ardennes, the Rhineland, Northern France and Central Europe, including many dangerous Daylight Raids. Fowler was injured when he and his crew had to bail out of their plane over France during a mission. After the war, he was a store manager in the grocery business and then a Civil Service Commissary store manager.

Ross Edward Bridger

Bridger was 19 and working for the National Youth Administration (NYA) when he enlisted in the U.S. Army Air Corps on June 8, 1943. He served aboard a B-24 Bomber as a waist gunner and radio operator. Bridger was in the 465th Bomb Group in the European Theater of Operation, primarily in Pantanella, Italy, and flew 35 missions over the Ardennes and the Rhineland in Germany. After the war, he attended the Arkansas State Teachers College (now the University of Central Arkansas) on the GI Bill. He was a high school teacher and principal in Arkansas from 1951 to 1984.

Irvin Van Patten

Irvin Van Patten was 27 and a mechanic/workman at the Van Patten Motor Company when he was drafted into the U.S. Army on Feb. 2, 1944. He served as mechanic and combat infantryman in the 16th Armored Division. He arrived at the end of the Battle of the Bulge and participated in combat operations in Central Europe in the European Theater of Operation. He was on a troop train headed towards the West Coast for service in the Pacific Theater of Operation when the atomic bombs were dropped. After the war, Van Patten returned to Searcy and ran a John Deere Farm Implement Dealership with his brother, Leon, for 25 years. He remained active in the Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW), the American Legion and the Disabled American Veterans (DAV) and was the White County Veterans Service Officer for 10 years.

Charles Van Patten

Charles (Dale) Van Patten was 19 and a student at Harding College (now Harding University) when he enlisted in the U. S. Army on Dec. 11, 1942. He served as a medic driving a litter Jeep between the front lines and the aid station in the 310th Regiment, 2nd Medical Battalion in the European Theater of Operation. He participated in the battles of Hurtgen Forest and Remagen Bridge. After the war, he graduated from the University of Arkansas on the GI Bill and received a bachelor’s degree in business administration. He owned a hardware store for over two decades, and then worked in sales until he retired in 1985.

Leon Van Patten

Leon Van Patten was 27 and working in a war plant building B-25 Bombers in Memphis, Tenn., when he was drafted into the U.S. Army on March 22, 1945. He served as a rifleman and a mechanic in the 4040th and 4615th Quartermaster Truck Companies in the Philippines in the Pacific Theater of Operation. After the war, Van Patten repaired and sold used cars until 1951, and then ran a John Deere Farm Implement Dealership.

“Their Journey: A Veterans’ Tribute Tour” will premiere in conjunction with PBS’ latest Ken Burns’ film, “The War.” AETN’s “Tribute Tour” was sponsored primarily by private funds, and some funds were made available through the “In Their Words” project.

Anyone who would like to be interviewed for the “In Their Words” project may apply online at www.intheirwords.org or print the application and mail it to AETN, Attn: Gabe Gentry, P.O. Box 1250, Conway, AR 72033. For more information, call (800) 662-2386.

The Arkansas Educational Television Network (www.aetn.org) provides lifelong learning opportunities, improves and enhances Arkansans’ lives and celebrates the unique culture of Arkansas through its programming and services. AETN’s analog and digital transmitters and numerous cable system connections give it statewide reach.

CLASS OF 57

2007-08-14T07:02:00.001-05:00

Jim Bohannon

(From 8/10/07)

Dear fellow Searcy High School Class of 1957 classmates and friends

A few minutes ago, I just a phone call from Ruby Brandon Smith. She told me that Billy Roy Floyd had passed away earlier today. Like so many of our SHS classmates who have gone on before us, we will truly miss him. Ruby and Verna are in the process of providing a flower display to be sent to the Floyd family and placing "SHS Class of 1957" on the card. Let us keep the Floyd family in our thoughts and prayers.

Yours truly, Jim Bohannon

MULTI-CLASS GATHERING

2007-08-05T08:23:00.000-05:00

Gene Barnett

I’ve got a few pics I wanted to share, photos taken at the Searcy class gathering we had a few weeks ago at Ann's Bridal.

This is me and my sister, Ann. She was in the class of 58 and I was class of 61.

This pic is Karen Kessler Davis, class of 64, Carolyn Nokes class of 62, and Dorothy Latimer of the same class.

Thought you’d like to see these.

FROM THE MAILBAG

2007-08-04T07:02:00.001-05:00

I’ve been a bad boy. I’ve gotten these nice submissions and haven’t yet posted them. I’ll try to correct this over the next few days. I mean, I’ve got reunion photos you haven’t seen yet, etc.

And then there’s Don Thompson. I swear, I think he has a virtual tent pitched in the virtual eBay community. He sends us these postcards from Searcy -- 99 years ago (1908, for those of you who flunked math).

Thanks, Don.

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ….

2007-07-23T17:04:00.000-05:00

…. ON THE WAY TO THIS BLOGSITE

Yep, ended up in the hospital again.

More of the Congestive Heart Failure thing. They had to get my body to give up almost 8 pounds of fluids, plus accomplish a few more things.

Nonetheless, I’m okay and back home again.

My sincere and loving thanks to those of you who called and asked, “Alright, where in the hell is he?!?”

More later.

HERMAN VAN PATTEN

2007-07-17T06:05:00.000-05:00

A few days ago, we had the sad duty of reporting the death of Herman Van Patten. Anita Hart Fuller and Don Thompson brought to my attention a copyrighted article by Jay Grelen at the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette that ran recently, and we thought you might like to read it, if you missed it in the paper.

1957 duty unsung, but not forgotten

Those who know Herman Wendell Van Patten probably didn’t know this story about him, but they won’t be surprised by it.

One morning in September, 1957, one of the Little Rock Nine dropped a book as she exited the brown Ford station wagon in front of Central High School. Mr. Van Patten, a National Guardsman federalized by President Eisenhower, picked the book up and handed it to her. In those tense times, however, with the whole country watching desegregation in Little Rock, such courtesies weren’t allowed. His superiors in the United States Army told him not to do that again. He had one job: to protect the Little Rock Nine. Even the brief attention to a dropped book could be an opening for trouble.

“Always keep your eyes peeled,” Roger Vaughan recalls the bosses telling Herman. “The colonel who talked to us told us how important it was to protect those kids. ‘If you see a rock coming, stick your head in front of it.’”

Mr. Van Patten was one of six National Guardsmen from Searcy who occupied the Jeeps front and back of the well-photographed station wagon that delivered the students to school every day.

Leo Person, a friend of Mr. Van Patten's and owner of a hardware store in Searcy, was the company clerk and stayed at Camp Robinson while his fellow soldiers made the daily school run. "They took cue sticks and cut them into billy clubs,” he says. “They drilled a hole through the handle, put on a leather strap. They looked good. They shined.”

A soldier from West Memphis was the seventh member of the escort crew. He operated the radios, communicating with the commanders on campus, says Roger Vaughan, who rode in the rear Jeep with Mr. Van Patten, Carthel Mack Angel, and Terrell Jones. A Lt. Cook and Ray Dean Abbott rode in the first Jeep, he says, and a recruiting sergeant drove the station wagon.

Mr. Vaughan says, “One time we pulled over to the side for a bus. The kids had slingshots. They hit us. One time some kids threw some balloons out of a car. Nobody ever got hurt. We practiced and knew what to do in case something happened. They showed us how to avoid an ambush.”

Members of the One-Oh-One Airborne, as Mr. Vaughan refers to the 101st Airborne, stood shoulder to shoulder between the Little Rock Nine and the other students. “We’d get out, walk them up to the sidewalk, walk them to the steps. A captain took them on to the school. We went back to Camp Robinson, ate lunch, returned and waited for them to get out of school.”

Herman Wendell Van Patten was one of three surviving members of the six-soldier crew that escorted the nine students to and from school in September, l957.

Now the number is two.

He was 76.

Until five years ago, Mr. Van Patten’s children didn’t know of their father’s role in Arkansas history. “He didn’t like to brag about himself,” Jeff Van Patten said. “I knew he was in the National Guard. I never knew he had that duty.”

JOHN ALEX McCOY SOUGHT

2007-07-12T13:37:00.000-05:00

This is actually three messages in one.

BESS: Send me an e-mail address that works.

ANYONE: This lady is trying to find an address for John Alex (Class of 56). In going through her mother's stuff, she ran across a photo from early 1939 identified as John Alex McCoy. She'd like to get the photo to him, but this blog is the only place she's found his name on a Google search.

CAROLYN & MARY KAY: Yeah, I know, her e-mail bounced back to me, too. Sorry.

IN MEMORIAM

2007-07-10T15:00:00.000-05:00

Herman Wendell Van Patten, 76, of Searcy, left this world on Saturday, July 7, 2007.

He was born in Pangburn, Ark. on Sept. 22, 1930. He was preceded in death by his parents, I.B. and Linnie Van Patten. Herman graduated from Searcy High School in 1949 and attended the University of Arkansas and UCA (formerly State Teachers college) where he played in the jazz band. He enjoyed playing the oboe, clarinet and saxophone. Herman was retired. Herman was a member of the Arkansas National Guard and one of his duties was driving the jeep which safely escorted the “Little Rock Nine” to school each morning during the Central High crisis in 1957. Herman was extremely patriotic and taught his children to appreciate the price that was paid for freedom.

He was happily married to Hettivee Van Patten for over 51 years who survives him. He is also survived by three children, Jeff Van Patten and wife, Kenny of Maumelle, Ark., Dana Van Patten McKinney and husband, Rick of Jonesboro, and Suzanne Van Patten of Frisco, Texas; three brothers, I.B. Van Patten, Leon Van Patten, and Dale Van Patten all of Searcy, Ark. He also leaves his special grandchildren, Rachel and Cam McKinney of Jonesboro and Will and Katie Van Patten of Maumelle, Ark. He was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, and friend. He never seemed to “meet a stranger”, and will be greatly missed by all. He greatly loved his family and friends who will remember him as “a man of joy.” He was witty and found joy in making others laugh. His grandchildren were always amazed that he could fix almost anything.

For over 60 years he was a member of First United Methodist Church in Searcy, Ark. where he was very active on various committees, including the Good Sam's organization and Shoe Box ministry. Herman had a beautiful tenor voice and sang in the First United Methodist Church choir for over 60 years. On Sunday evenings he often led the church service in singing hymns. He was also a member of the Van Patten handbell choir, which he and his wife funded. Herman enjoyed being a Sunday school teacher in the Murray Sunday school class where he served for several decades.

Herman had many interests, but his main interests were his family, friends, music and golf. He was a member of the Searcy Jaycees where he worked on many projects including the successful creation of the White County Hospital (now White County Medical Center). Herman loved to play golf and had the distinction of recording two holes in one on different golf holes at the River Oaks Golf Club shortly after his 72 birthday.

The family asks that memorials may be made to the First United Methodist Church Music Ministry in Searcy, Ark. Online guestbook www.RollerFuneralHomes.com or (501) 268-3546.

Funeral was this morning.

LETTERS, WE GET LETTERS …

2007-07-02T13:33:00.000-05:00

Robert Miller

Did I read it right that you had a pacemaker? Hope everything is going better for you now. This aging thing isn't easy, is it?

I was reading some from Searcy Yesteryear and came across the names of Wallace Evans and Morris Brookhart. I haven't seen Morris since the college days in Fayetteville, where he was studying to be an architect. He would catch a ride home to Searcy with my sisters and me on occasion. He was a very sharp young man as I remember.

Though Wallace Evans was a year ahead of me in school, we were friends. On one occasion, I was walking home to Gum Springs and Wallace came along on his motorcycle and offered me a ride. There was no place for a passenger to sit, though. He said just get up on the handle bars. Well, that was when Hwy 267 was gravel. My extra weight on the front made it difficult for him to keep the machine in the road. He made it to the Gum Spring Cemetery and let me off. That was a wild ride.

Take care

Bob

Tom Pry

My comment: getting older beats the alternative. As it is, we’ve done well to live as long as we have.

By the way, can I reprint that on SY?

Robert

Yes, we are lucky to here on earth when we dodged the bullet on polio, pneumonia, spinal menigitis, just to name a few.

It is OK to run the comments on Morris and Wallace. Did Morris become an architect? I graduated and left for dental school before he finished and never saw him again.

Tom

Dummy here, for some reason, thought it was Wallace Evans who was studying architecture, and sent him a note. His reply:

Wallace Evans

I'm afraid I did not become an architect and I don't think a Ph. D. in Fisheries Science gets very close to being an architect.

Please pass this on to Robert Miller. Do you have Robert's email address, phone no., and address?

Robert

It was Morris Brookhart that was in architecture. It was good to hear from Wallace though. I have his e-mail in my address book and will drop him a line. If you get a contact for Morris B., please forward to me.

Tom

In cases like this, I send the originator’s note to the person being sought; then it’s up to them as to whether to share their personal information or not.

Unfortunately, in the case of Morris Brookhart, I can’t, because I don’t have it. If you do, share, please? People miss him.

Have a nice 4^th of July.

ALL AT SEA

2007-06-24T12:56:00.000-05:00

NANCY SUTHERLIN

Hey, Geno! I had a really neat thought and something up my alley. Why don't we have a class reunion sometime on a cruise? We could put a cruise package together that would be geared to our classmates. You could be the leader and, if we got enough people, you could go free. What do you think? Nancy

GENE BARNETT

Great idea. I will pass this on for comment to the folks I have an email address for. Everyone pass this on and see if we can stir up some interest, OK? Thanks.

Geno

JUST LIKE WINE …

2007-06-23T08:08:00.000-05:00

… THE OLDER, THE DEARER

Anita Hart Fuller

There is a 1947 SHS annual currently for auction on eBay -- "just" $99.99.

Who is "Geno"?

I think I’ll pass on that annual. “Geno” is Gene Barnett. You couldn’t afford him, either. –tlp-

A GENO NOTE

2007-06-21T14:40:00.000-05:00

Hi Tom, I found this photo of the Mayfair Hotel (in better days) on eBay.

I also bought a 60 Searcy yearbook and I am looking for a class of 59, if you know someone that might have one for sale. Thanks

Geno

If you can help Gene out, contact me and I’ll put the two of you together. In the meantime, you will notice that I’m out of the hospital (as of about 2 hours ago), with pacemaker successfully installed. My thanks to all of you who expressed concern. –t-

MEMORIES OF BILOXI

2007-06-20T05:59:00.001-05:00

PAULA ANN THOMPSON

After just being in Biloxi, MS along the Gulf Coast, I am reminded of a trip there when I was 17, in 1952. Hurricane Katrina left the Biloxi coast looking much as it was back then: bare stretches of beach and no eating places. But it was such a great place at that time.

My Mom and Dad decided it was time to take a trip in our 1947 Studebaker during the summer after my junior year at Searcy Hi. There was a reason to visit that area other than the obvious seashore vacation. My boyfriend at the time, Harrel Sullivan (not to be confused with my classmate, Harold Sullivan), had joined the Air Force after graduation that year. He had just finished basic training at Keesler A.F.B. on the Mississippi Gulf Coast near Biloxi.

The route took us south toward Texarkana, then to Bunkie, Lousiana, for the night's stop.

We stopped at a small motel and my strongest memory was the bathtub. It was the color of rust. We were told the iron-rich water was the reason. The place was the luck of the draw since, in those days, folks didn't have the advantage of checking motels in a handy directory and calling ahead. We ate home-prepared vittles in the room, as was the custom for auto travelers. One never knew when or where an eating place might be found, or a rest area..

We did find a cafe for breakfast, and I remember a sign above the counter that read light roast or dark roast. For some reason, I thought they were talking about meat. I learned later that the signs referred to coffee. Duh! Even then, folks in Louisiana had Chicory in their coffee. Anyway, we all had to have some coffee to clear the cobwebs from our brain. No in-room coffee service in those days.

The previous day’s trip had been long, and we could smell the salt air already. Our motel in Biloxi was right on the beach, and one would just step out the door and onto the beach. Dad, Mom, and I were good swimmers, so we took advantage of the warm Gulf waters as much as possible. Here's a picture of Daddy and me after a swim.

There was really nothing distinctive about that part of the Gulf beach . No amusement park, few eating places, a few birds, and even fewer people. The day's routine was pretty much the same. Hit the beach, swim, find a shady place, take a nap, eat, swim, etc.

Ah, life was simple in those days.

My folks made many trips to the Gulf over the following years. They really enjoyed the warm water and beach. Many times they would travel without stopping at motels. They would just pull off to the side of the road and sleep in the car or in a picnic area using picnic tables for a bed. No worrying about someone doing them harm.

Things have changed considerably in 2007, but I know they would still love to visit a nice sandy beach, have a swim, some food, and a nap!! Who wouldn't like that?

Paula

SHIRLEY COFER

2007-06-19T07:13:00.000-05:00

(Another member of the Class of ’56 gone: from today’s edition of the Searcy Daily Citizen):

Shirley Jeanette Cofer Holleman

Funeral services for Shirley Jeanette Cofer Holleman, age 68, of Searcy, Ark. who passed away on Wednesday, June 13, 2007, was held 2 p.m. Saturday, June 16, 2007 at Searcy-McEuen Funeral Home Chapel with Bro. Jim Bradberry officiating. Pianist Sandra Joyner Johnson provided prelude music consisting of Mrs. Holloman’s favorite hymns, such as “Amazing Grace”, “Standing on the Promises”, “The Old Rugged Cross”, “Oh How I Love Jesus” and “Blessed Assurance”. Special music was “Go Rest High on That Mountain,” a Vince Gill recording, “I Know Who Holds Tomorrow,” sung by Cheryl Selvidge, and “It Is Well with My Soul,” sung by Lisa Roberson. Postlude music was “When We All Get to Heaven” by pianist Sandra Joyner Johnson. Serving as Pallbearers were Jason Bell, Ronnie Selvidge, Rick Anderson, David Selvidge, Jim Anderson and Larry Clark. Honorary Pallbearers were Bryan Holleman and Greg Holleman. Interment was at Gum Springs Cemetery under the direction of Searcy-McEuen Funeral Home.

CLIFF NOTES

2007-06-18T15:17:00.000-05:00

As noted here before by your Editor, the Prince of Rudeness (I take lessons from Simon Cowell), in high school, Clifton Carson was at the top of my list of genial, laidback, nice-to-know individuals who’d never produce a creative thought off the football field.

Boy! Was I wrong!

Clifton sends us the following note:

Thought I would let you know my latest Article " We Must Return to our Constitution" was first for last week with 25,956 page views and the other former first of mine has now had over 64,000 page views. So far every article I have written has finished in the top ten for the week it was published.

Also noticed that if you Google "Cliff Carson" you will find me on several entries.

When I asked Cliff where he hid this stuff, he replied:

Just go to populistamerica.com then click populist party

In the upper left select daily commentaries

Good going, Cliff! How about writing some memories for this site?

-t-

THE TRAVELIN’ THOMPSONS

2007-06-11T19:11:00.001-05:00

From Don Thompson:

Regarding the latest journal article, there's a 1962 Searcy HS yearbook on eBay now.

http://cgi.ebay.com/1962-SEARCY-ARKANSAS-PUBLIC-SCHOOLS-YEARBOOK_W0QQitemZ180129017109QQihZ008QQcategoryZ4036QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

We're just back from a week in N'Awlins. Great time!

My favorite place is the Audubon Zoo. Here's one of my favorite pics. I plan to print and frame it.

We also went to Biloxi, MS. I'm trying to convince Paula Anne to write a story about her trip there in 1952 when she was 15. There's also a pic of her in swimming attire. Got your attention, eh?

Cheers,

Don and Paula Anne

Pic of 15-year-old PA in bathing suit not enclosed; please rush. –tlp-

HERE WE GO … AGAIN!

2007-06-07T16:38:00.000-05:00

A CASUAL GET TOGETHER

YEA ! Larry Nokes has planned an event for our classmates and others.

CLASS OF 1962

A CELEBRATION

ANN'S BRIDAL

901 East Beebe-Capps Expwy

Searcy

Light Buffet

June 30th at 6:00 p.m.

Dress Casual

Ann must have a head-count for the food so,

please reply ASAP

No later than June 25th.

This is going to be a time of fun, visiting and just relaxing with our class and any others that would like to join us. There will be no music and no expense except for your dinner.

We are only mailing a few notices to those who do not have e-mail. Invite anyone from other classes that you want to; just let us know.

Call or email: area code 501-

Larry Nokes----------305-4774

Sherry Person-------268-2798

Ramona Riddle------278-6886

HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE.

MAIL DAY TODAY!

2007-06-04T15:43:00.001-05:00

Sure enough, Bohannon came through.

Here’s a group photo taken by 56’s Robin Moore, using JimBo’s camera (that’s Jimbo, sitting on the deck on the left).

Jim identified his models, too:

First Row (left to right) Jim Bohannon, Ruby Brandon Smith, Mrs. Harvey Robbins, (teacher), Mrs. Ruby Williams (Teacher), Mary Brandon Herecamp, Marie Nelson Lewis, Dorothy Anderson Maple

Second Row (left to right) Jane Martindill Shands, Ruth Smith Moore, Nancy Miller Walsh, James Rascoe, Shirley Carter Stephens, Donna Reed Crenshaw, Anettia Gay Gentry, Nina Aunspaugh Pitts, Kay Young Wright, Jo Ann Roth Cooper, Velta Latimer Youker, Marlene Evans Ferren, Clara Garrison Rowe

Third Row (left to right) Billy Roy Floyd, Cliff Wiggs, Coy Benton , J.D. Stake, Larry Miles, Darr Redman, Joan Coffey Sutton, Carol Hill Richardson, Verna Cox Payne, Camelia Chambless Reed, Mary Alice Moore Swafford

Fourth Row (left to right) Rodger Duncan, Marvin Allen, Homer Wilson, Frank Thompson, Dallas Bunker, Jerry Moore, Carl Cook, Morris Brookhart, Sam Baker, Wayne Rose, Charles Hunter

As a special treat, Jim sent along a photo he took of my wife, Karen, and I. We have very few of these, so we REALLY appreciate this one. (Karen and I are coming up on our 21^st Anniversary … and our oldest granddaughter graduates from high school this week).

Bohannon and Reba are going to be out of town for the next couple of weeks, but he promises more when he returns.

CLASS OF ’57: THE 50TH

2007-06-03T16:17:00.000-05:00

Well, the Class of ’57 finally held its 50Year Class Reunion,, and it was quite an affair. Good turnout, too, especially considering that 19 people (including this site's co-founder Ernie Simpson) were shown as deceased.

We planted ourselves back in a corner table and let the party come to us (trying to carry an oxygen tank, take pictures AND notes is a skill beyond me).

Hidden away like that, I didn’t get too many pictures at the 4-6 p.m. Visitation, and none at all of the Reunion program itself but, hopefully, some photos will be sent to us – especially by Jim Bohannon; ole Jimbo had a camera he could take to New York and make a living with.

But, we got some photos with, as we said, hopefully more to come.

Saturday afternoon, June 2^nd, we were glad to see:

ANITA GAY GENTRY, visiting in from her home in North Carolina. Anita and I had a very interesting relationship: the summer of 1955, we were on the phone about every day for extended periods of time (phones, an 8-party line, were new in our neighborhood). Besides being a great conversationalist, she also had a good view of Highway 36, and could give me a 10-minute warning when she saw one of my parents heading home. We never dated with each other.

COY BENTON (left) and friends. Coy lives now in Ft. Smith.

JIM BOHANNON Frequently referred to herein as “The Confederate Yankee.” Jimbo is a Civil War reenactor – usually as a Union officer, hence the nickname I hung on him. Jim put together the souvenir book for the Reunion … and it’s the best I’ve ever seen anywhere. It was obviously a case of emotional caring and technical pride It will be a keepsake for the rest of the class’ time on this earth.

JOAN COFFEY SUTTON She was quick

to let me know that I was the ONLY boy who ever stood her up in high school. I was quick to let her know she was the only gal I ever stood up. As it happened, I got lost around Center Hill and never could find her house. She took it good-naturedly, though … but also took a lengthy period catching up on a 53-year slight.

KAREN PRY & MARY KAY JAMES I should have titled this one “Alpha and Omega.” Mary Kay (full name, Mary Kathryn Van Patten James) was the first SHS girl whom I ever escorted to an event. Karen and I are coming up on our 21^st Anniversary.

ROBIN MOORE President of the Class of ’56, Robin was at Eagleview because his wife, Ruth Smith Moore, was a member of the Class of ’57.

GENEVA and NETTIE JO – the Seanard sisters.

Ladies and Gentlemen: The Class of 1957,

Searcy High School.

CLIFTON WRITES .. AND WRITES ….

2007-06-02T14:46:00.000-05:00

I must be honest and say that, back in The Day, Clifton Carson would NOT have been at the top of my list of potential published writers. I would’ve been wrong.

Following are a few notes from Clifton about his latest exposition. Check him out.

My latest article is running #1. "Revealed: Why You Sons and Daughters died in Iraq."

Just go to http://www.populistamerica.com , then click populist party in the upper left. Select daily commentaries, scroll down to "Revealed: Why your sons and daughters died in Iraq.” On that listing, I also wrote “Should Bush be allowed to choose which laws he will obey?”

At the end of the article will be a statement showing what articles have been published by me. They have Select and read

My home page is Netscape and now that the article is more than 24 hours old, it has been moved back to page 13, I believe.

I got more positive votes than anyone else posting on Netscape has in May I believe; at least I know I'm in the top ten.

I have now had three Articles published and am getting back on my book writing. I do believe that if I wasn't so busy consulting I could really write some stuff. But then again the consulting pays good money and the writing is, well you know what I mean. So far, I haven't received any negative reaction to my articles, they have all been positive.

I turn 69 in June and I have promised myself I'm not keeping this working up past Jan 1, 2008. Sound like a New Years resolution? Hopefully it will be better observed than the majority of resolutions.

AN IMPORTANT NOTE TO EVERYONE

2007-05-29T14:21:00.001-05:00

Go take a look at this story: http://www.pcworld.com/article/132313-1/article.html?tk=nl_dnxnws.

As most of you know, I’ve been a gmail user for a couple of years now, and can’t say enough good things about it. I’ve got almost 1700 messages – photos, mpg’s and all – stored, and I’m still using only 47% of my FREE capacity.

And it is FAST: much more so than Yahoo or Hotmail. Convenient? Get to your account from any machine connected to the Internet.

I can’t recommend gmail too highly. Remember: get it now and you’ll never have to change your e-mail address again!

CLASS REUNION

2007-05-28T13:58:00.001-05:00

Thank you for placing the recent announcement about the Searcy High School Class of 1957 upcoming 50th year reunion. The days are really going by fast! The reunion committee started over a year ago planning the reunion activities and it will soon become a reality this Saturday, June 2nd.

Speaking for the Class of ‘57 reunion committee, all former Searcy High School graduating classes are invited to join the Class of '57 folks at Eagleview from 4:00 P M to 6:00 P M. Following is a copy of our program events.

Yours truly,
Jim Bohannon
SHS Class of '57 Reunion Committee Member

Searcy High School--Class of 1957
50th Year Reunion--June 2, 2007

Eagleview Catering Facility

350 Fairview Road

Searcy, AR 72143

4:00 -- 6:00 p.m. Visitation for ‘57 classmates and all former SHS Class Years

6:00 p.m. Class of ‘57 group photo on the front steps of Eagleview

6:30 p. m. Welcome ‘57 classmates and guests---------------------Homer Wilson

6:35 p.m. Invocation offered by J.D. Stake and Class of ‘57 Buffet Dinner to follow

Remembering Class of ‘57 Deceased Classmates-------------------------J. D. Stake

A song by Charles Hunter

Introduction of attending ‘57 class members and their guest-----Jim Bohannon

Door Prizes Drawing-- Thanks to Cliff Wiggs and Coy Benton for their gift donations.

Closing remarks--------------------------------------------------------Homer Wilson

Alma Mater lead off----------------------------------------------------Charles Hunter

Benediction----------------------------------------------------------Norman Richards

Visitation until 10:00 p.m.

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2007-05-23T06:11:00.000-05:00

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GALLOWAY WENT THAT-A-WAY …

2007-05-22T08:04:00.000-05:00

Two contributors today. First, this photo from the eBay-mining Don Thompson …

Postmarked Aug. 19, 1908 with a Kensett, AR. cancellation and mailed to Emma Painter, Philadelphia, Pa.

and Harold Gene Sullivan’s informative add-on:

That was a Methodist women's college. It was combined into Hendrix College in the 30's (?) and the campus sold to the Church of Christ for Harding College.

I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE IN PRINT

2007-05-19T07:09:00.000-05:00

From Clifton Carson:

I had an article published on the Internet by the Populist Newsletter last week. I notice that they rank each weeks articles: The top ten. My Article came in at number 2 behind one by Charlie Reese. One of their writing staff commented "Not bad for an initial submission".

The editor has asked me for follow up articles.

The Website is www.populistamerica.com

Cliff

Good for you, Cliff!

CLASS OF ’57 AND THEIR FRIENDS

2007-05-16T17:05:00.000-05:00

Just got a nice present from Jim Bohannon, along with this note:

All former Searcy High School graduating classes are encouraged to join the Class of ’57 classmates for visitation from 4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. at Eagleview, on Saturday, June 2^nd.

The present he enclosed is a copy of the book he put together for the Reunion proper attendees, and it is a monumentally impressive work. Technically and artistically impeccable, he put a very keen mind to work, along with his computer expertise, and came up with a true Keepsake.

Technically, I could’ve done it … but practically and artistically, I couldn’t have come close.

Nice going, Jimbo: see you 6/2/07, 4-6, at Eagleview.

Oh … how do you get to Eagleview? Follow Hwy 16N out of town. Stay in the right hand lane (yeah, it’s four-laned for awhile now). When you reach the point just north of town where that outside lane is marked “Right Turn Only,” turn right, then follow that picturesque road for about two miles. Eagleview will be on the right and, if you can’t find it, have your glasses checked.

MORE VIEWS FROM THE PAST

2007-05-10T06:29:00.000-05:00

Dunno how Don Thompson keep finding these things on eBay, but he does. How ‘bout this picture of the Searcy Bank (SW corner of the Courthouse Square), taken in 1909, when the bank was a whole five years old?

And, while he was at it, Don sent along a couple of other related items:

Don’s comment: Let's see, I was 5 months old when this was printed.

Thanks, Don.

UP UP AND AWAY

2007-05-06T15:56:00.000-05:00

From the Searcy Daily Citizen, a part of a longer piece written by Kyle Secor:

Searcy's first home-based airplane created quite a stir when Jack Harrison landed his Piper Cruiser at the airport. The high school band played in the parade of eager kids following a speech by the mayor. May 3, 1941, was a day you could have been on a flying machine for the first time.

Anita Hart Fuller comments:

The James Harrison who landed the first airplane in Searcy is my uncle, Mother's brother. and I have pictures of Mayor B.L.Oliver presenting him with a plaque or something, to prove it.

Also, my first cousin has the propeller from that plane. Wouldn't I LOVE to have it? She won't give it to me, says she's as much the rightful owner as I would be ..... it's some kind of (hard) polished wood.

Kris Secor is a local history enthusiast based in Searcy

ANOTHER SATISFIED READER

2007-05-05T07:07:00.000-05:00

Tom and Anita (Hart Fuller),

Thanks for the email address on Tom Brown. I am still working on updating other classmates' email addresses. Will let you know which ones are active.

I'm preoccupied at the moment and over the next several days with preparing to travel to Ohio for my son's wedding May 12, 2007, and graduation (May 20, 2007) from Orthopedic Surgery Residency (Michigan State U.). Will get back to the SHS email list then.

Take Care,

Wallace Evans

We’ll be here waiting. –tlp-

USPO

2007-05-04T05:38:00.000-05:00

Don Thompson found this postcard out on EBay and thought we might like to have it.

1944 … wow! Back when a First Class stamp was 3 cents, and a penny postcard was really a penny! (Under the heading of “Them days are gone forever”).