Wednesday, August 7, 2019

An August Beginning To August

While much planning, preparation, and perhaps frustration went into our class reunion that was held this past weekend,  the end product was well-received.  With 70 classmates and 30 spouses, plus a few teachers, the venues were jovial and enthusiastic.  We all became reacquainted with each other, as some of us had not seen each other in many years.  A great deal of thanks to those who worked so faithfully and diligently to track down a number of classmates, some of whom, over the years, had vanished from our radar. 

Thursday a number of classmates came early and had a grand time at Downtown Sundown, a city-sponsored activity on 5th St. between Main and 3rd Ave. Perhaps 25 came early to enjoy the festivities with a dozen or so of the locals.  Food and drink were available, along with some live music.

Friday night was a wonderful pizza feed at Mark Kratochvil's house/garage.  Perhaps 60 or so nourished themselves on the pizza and various liquids.  "Cody" (Marv Sherrill), came down from Watertown and rehashed some memories from his first teaching and coaching experience.  Many do not know that he had an outstanding career as a wrestler at SDSU.  We were hoping he would return on Saturday, as there were some old Brookings Register articles that featured him.  However, he had other commitments. 

Saturday was a busy day.  We met at Paula (Hoffman) Platz's house for a little breakfast and remembrance ceremony.  Afterwards, a few of us went for a bike ride around the Dakota Nature Park (http://www.cityofbrookings.org/Facilities/Facility/Details/45).  Vern Olson took us on a bumpy bike ride.  Fortunately, there were no casualties, although one rider experienced some embarrassment when his bike tipped over.

Nick's, as is customary for any reunion in Brookings, was the meeting place around noon.  Afterwards, about 30 ventured out to the high school for a 75 minute tour.  The school has about doubled in size since we started there in 1967.  One of the unexpected visitors was Mr. Thury.  He had connections with the principal, Mr. Paul von Fischer.  They knew each from Lakeville, MN; Mr. Thury was an economics teacher, and Mr. von Fischer was one of his students. 

That night was the main event at the 9 Bar (so-called because it opens at nine each night).  In addition to Mr. Thury, the other teachers who graced us with their presence were Mr. and Mrs. Bob Jostad. Mr. Les Tlustos, and Mr. Duane Rykhus.  A few others indicated that they would attend, but the class of 1974 also was reuniting that weekend, so those teachers may have gone there.  Mr. Thury and Mr. Tlustos, our basketball and wrestling coaches, respectively, had some kind words to say about us.  We thank those teachers for taking the effort to rehash old times with their former students and athletes.  It appears that a reunion will again be held in five years. 

Sunday morning concluded the activities with a breakfast at the Children's Museum (https://prairieplay.org/), formerly Central Elementary.  Many of us went to grade school there.  By chance, Mr. Dale Larson, who was responsible for transforming the former school into a museum, was there having breakfast with Mr. Jostad.  He graciously provided a tour of the facility, which some of us had not seen in over 50 years.  A big thank-you for his efforts. 

There were very few quiet moments during all of the festivities, indicating that everyone seemed to be enjoying each other's company.  The pictures indicate how glad we were to be together again.  We hope to see each other again in five years.  (It may take some of us that long to recover from this reunion.)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Sunday, June 16, 2019

A Remarkable Lady And A Wonderful Colleague

It is with great sadness we report the passing of another of our wonderful parents.   Signe Anderson, themother of Marilyn (Anderson) Johns, passed away on Flag Day, June 14, 2019 (https://www.eidsnessfuneralhome.com/obituary/signe-anderson).  As Signe's obituary states, she was a 6th grade Title I reading instructor  for a number of years at the middle school, retiring in 1988.  My position at the middle school began in the fall of 1973, so we were colleagues for many years.  We likely had a few of the same students, as my position was also at the 6th grade level for 11 of those years.  After reading her obituary, my first thought was "When does she ever slow down and get some rest?"  She seemed to be always helping others and trying to make their lives better.  Someone once said that true love means wanting what is best for an individual.  By this definition, Signe had true love for everyone. 

Her life seemed so typical of her generation.  They lived through the depression, and realized that no matter how difficult times may have been, God would somehow provide.  Because of her love and faith in God, she sacrificed to make the lives of those around her much better.  As scripture says, "By their fruits you shall know them." (Mt. 7:20).  Signe's efforts bore much fruit, to which her family, colleagues, friends, fellow parishioners, and students can attest.

Our condolences and prayers go out to Marilyn at the loss of her mother, a truly remarkable person.

Update on June 19

The funeral for Signe Anderson was held today.  A number of our classmates were in attendance.  Marilyn's brother Steve taught and coached in Watertown, and five of those coaches were also in attendance.  As Watertown has always been a friendly rival with Brookings, I knew those coaches well.  At the luncheon afterwards, it was enjoyable to eat and converse with them.

Part of the funeral service was a message from the pastor, David J. Schoeld.  He eloquently characterized Signe's life as both a student and teacher.  She was a student because she was always learning.  She truly was a teacher, teaching reading in the middle school.  She also used her teaching skills as a parent, inspiring her children to persevere and to do their best, yet not worrying about things over which they had no control, for those difficulties, too, will pass.  As someone once said, "Problems are only temporary, unless you quit."  She certainly was successful in her parental role, as her children have achieved many honors in school and in adulthood.  As Pastor Schoeld indicated, she would appear to qualify for sainthood.

Her son Ron spoke in honor of Signe's memory.  He mentioned some of her favorite sayings and  described their lives as he recalled the days of his and his siblings' youth.  To conclude his stirring remembrance, he and his two daughters sang "Just A Closer Walk With Thee," while his wife accompanied them on the violin.

 


100 Years Young

In yesterday's Brookings Register (June 14, 2019), a birthday announcement was published for Rachael Groethe, who will be turning 100 years old on June 23, a week from today.  Rachael is the mother of Kathy (Groethe) Krueger.  Did Kathy also have two other sisters, Beth and Jill?  I believe Mrs. Groethe is in wonderful condition for being 100 years old.  Congratulations to her and her family on this rare milestone. 
 

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Four More Flood Episodes

(Updated March 28, 2019)
The response to the article about the 1969 flood has been fantastic.  However, some people have been unable to respond to the group with their memories of the flood.  Evidently, their email providers do not allow them to send an email to a large group such as ours. If you are in that category, you can email your memories to us and we will forward them to the group and include them in the blog. Below are two (updated to three) memories of the spring of 1969.  

 

"I remember the flooding of 69 well, the Sioux River flooded and filled ditches between Brookings and Volga. Some of us guys would go out into that area and shoot carp swimming in the ditches."  Mark Kratochvil

"As I recall it snowed every day between Christmas and New Year's, at least several inches.
:I also recall the snow piled high at the intersections. Holly Buhholz was hit by a car as she drove her little VW Bug through an intersection and her leg was broken severely.

"When it melted and the Big Sioux flooded, I drove out toward Arlington to look at the water. The flood stretched to the horizon. Probably about a foot deep the whole way. I recall hearing "How High's the Water, Mama?" over the intercom at school."

Carl


"One thing I will never forget is the day the flood started. I was sitting on top of our haystack by the river watching as the water began to flow over the ice. This continued for some time until I heard what sounded like loud thunder coming from the north. It was an awesome site as the ice broke loose and popped to the surface . Within hours we were flooded. Something like that you remember forever."

Lynn Roberts



"I drove to Sioux Falls that spring to find the roads from the north completely blocked by flooding. I've never forgotten that education about the potential of nature, even the relatively small and friendly Sioux River. "

 Cynthia Larsen
 

The 1969 Flood


A classmate recently reminded us that similar flooding occurred during the spring of our senior year. That suggestion generated a number of email responses.  Some individuals have vivid recollections of the vast amount of water that flooded the county then, while others have vague remembrances. Since that devastation took place 50 years ago, the intervening years may have dimmed our memories of the severity of that flood.
A trip to the library to review microfilmed copies of the Brookings Register for 1969 yielded much information.  The quality of the copies produced is not very good, but we will display some articles and pictures below, and provide any necessary comments that some of our classmates have sent to us.

This first article is from Feb. 19.  Because of the extraordinary amount of snow we had that winter, a flood threat was foreseen.  (If you click on the pictures, will they become larger and easier to read?)



This next picture is from the March 12th issue.  Here, Reserve Policemen are filling sandbags to be ready when needed.


 
 
The next two articles are from April 9 and 12.  Dale Brchan, City Civil Defense Director, noted that "the city of Brookings was well out of danger of serious flooding."  (Perhaps that is why some of us have little recollection of this)  There were, however, ten rescues that had been performed by the Brookings Fire Department, including six of  north of Bruce, one four and one-half miles north of Brookings, another from a house west of town near Volga, and one at a home 1.5 miles northwest of the Lake Campbell bridge.  County Civil Defense Director Robert Bishman stressed the importance of getting people out of danger.  "We have to learn to say 'no' that we can't help with stock; we must first concern ourselves with people." 
The public was, for the most part, cooperating and assisting in these rescue efforts.  Fire chief Charles Jensen remarked "High school, college and town people have all volunteered their help."

It seems that a few individuals did cause some problems, though.  Streets Commissioner Paul Prussman said that his department barricaded streets so that a dike could be built on West 8th Street to contain the overflow of water from the north (Sexauer Creek?).  People that wanted to view the operation were hindering the process, however, and street superintendent Jerry Wagner had to direct traffic until policemen arrived. 

27 vacant mobile homes from Melody Manor (was that north of the bowling alley?) were removed from their lots and parked near the airport. 
Caution was advised when driving on county roads, as some roadbeds were washed away and were not readily visible.  Even the bridge on I-29 was being threatened by flood waters.  Further below is the story of a local runner who found out the misfortunes of disobeying that advice.

Fortunately, few problems occurred with city utilities. There were a few small power outages from a lightning strike, but service was restored to the affected areas in less than a couple of hours. 

 
This next picture shows a portion of Highway 14 (west of town?) completely covered with water.

 

This last article from April 23 indicates the damage done to the roads in the county. 



As mentioned above, some students remember the flood very well. Thanks to BH, who remembers "snow 4' deep on their entire driveway...and he had to shovel it all off.  And Sioux River over Hwy 77 south of Brookings," for the suggestion of emailing the classmates. Some of the responses we have received:  

"I remember the flood of '69.  There was a blizzard every weekend all winter.  I lived on a farm.  Mom and stayed in town with a friend of moms.  Dad would open the driveway so we could get home for an hour or 2.  We would go home on Saturday and take dad food and go right back to town.  It was not fun.  Then in the spring I would ride the bus home and it took an hour as we had to go way south of Lake Campbell."
"You had to live on the Sioux river.  I spent a week or more on a couple acres with my grandparents north of Bruce.  Our entire farm was under water, we spent 24 hours a day manning a sump pump in the basement to keep it from flooding.  The road to the south, I think number 403 or 406 had the river bridge approachs washed away.  The bridge on the road to our north by the cousins was damaged so badly they had to replace at least parts of it.  It was closed for many weeks.  Yes  there was a terrible flood in 1969!"
"Wow!!  Memories we'll never forget.  I was snowed in and missed the trip to Mitchell.  Ken Thury wanted to come out on a snowmobile and get me, but the snow & winds were really bad!  Couldn't make it.  It does bring back memories!!  Ironic 50 years later!!"
"I left out some other classmates that lived nearby: Rick Thompson, Langners, Rodney Hill, Rick Hill, Nancy Hendricks, Tom Moxon, Paula Hoffman in Aurora. I know the Thompsons and the Hills were hit hard too."
 
"Our family moved out of Brookings in my 10th grade to Aurora Township, That was a nasty winter…blizzard after blizzard, snow and more snow. I think it was one of the coldest winters we had too. I missed  a basketball game in Mitchell because the roads were blocked no travel was allowed.
Coach Ken Thury wanted to send a few snowmobiles to come and get me but the winds were so bad, visibility was zero!!
It wasn’t worth the risk. Our garage was blocked with 5-6 feet of blowing snow and we boys had to shovel! What a workout!!
Spring brought the rains and flooding! All the farms in our area was under water! The Fosters, Barnetts, Nancy Petersen, Jornby, Fiersteads, Olsons, Dan Wheeler….all under water!
The list goes on. There was an old wood/metal bridge by Nancy Petersen that was damaged by the flooding. The road and bridge were replaced with a new bridge and road was straightened instead of that curve.  I remember that well, very well…I was wishing we never moved out of Brookings into the country."
 
"I just remember one-way plow jobs on the streets, orange balls on people's car antennas, and missing several Fridays in January and February.  However, I don't think we missed any basketball games." 
"And now I know... the REST of the Story! "
"Thanks for the look back."
"Oddly, I don't remember this even with the reminder.  I do recall poking sticks into snowdrifts to locate cars, and I recall that following winter as extreme for blizzards across the north half of the country, but somehow I missed logging in the floods. That was only my fourth winter there, and I didn't really have much of a benchmark to tell me that winter was especially one of those. In 69/70, I recall multiple blizzards that had semis rolling over into ditches across from Iowa to Pennsylvania, but that wasn't so local.  At all events, I was assuming it was my memory, rather than history, that lacked the flood. I noticed one in Nashville in 2010, but don't recall its having a death toll to match what hit Nebraska this year. Whether I can or not, I'd rather not imagine having what I saw in '10 happen on family land."
“Also, I have no recollection of this.”
“I think we were partying too much then.  I don’t remember it.  I remember blizzards, but not the year we graduated.”
"Love these stories!  Thanks for sharing!"
"Well, that makes three of us!!!!šŸ˜‚ I remember Sexauer Park always flooding and out by the Prairie. Also the Sioux river. So maybe if I dig deep, I could convince myself I remember. šŸ˜‰ ( But I don’t)" 
 
"Like the others, I don't remember much about the flooding since we were safely in town.  I do remember the huge amount of snow on the ground and the red flags/balls on the antenna.  It was my last winter in South Dakota and my last hard winter in cold country.  What a way to go out!"
 
During the track and field season in spring of 1969, our training runs often took us out on the gravel roads outside of town.  22nd Avenue South, between what is now Edgebrook Golf Course and Dakota Nature Park, was one we often used.  Parts of that road were under water that spring.  While we were foolish enough to run through what we thought was only a little water, others have not been so lucky.  About 25 years ago, there was another big flood here.  One area jogger told our local running group of his Sunday run that turned into a "survival swim" during flood season.  It seems he was running northwest of the cemetery, where a creek (we usually call it Sexauer Creek, but its correct name, I think, is 6-Mile Creek) runs across the land just west from the airport.  A sign was posted, indicating that the road was closed and impassable.  This guy kept jogging, thinking that the water was only a few inches deep.  All of a sudden, he hit a drop-off, where the road had been washed out.  He ended up with a number of stitches on his arm and a couple on his face because the swift current pushed him into a barbed-wire fence.  That experience reminded him of the song Red Rubber Ball by The Cyrkle:  "There's a lesson to be learned from this and I learned it very well."(https://www.bing.com/search?q=red+rubber+ball+song&form=PRUSEN&pc=EUPP_&mkt=en-us&httpsmsn=1&refig=136c2f1822aa4bdd9187322b64662f4a&sp=1&qs=LS&pq=red+rubber&sc=8-10&cvid=136c2f1822aa4bdd9187322b64662f4a)
 
Was 1969 the year that construction began to rebuild Hwy 14 between Brookings and Volga, and to make it a four lane divided highway?  It seems that two lanes would be built just south and slightly higher than the present roadbed, allowing temporarily for two-way traffic.  This road would eventually become the two east-bound lanes. When those would be finished, the old highway would be torn up and replaced, again at a higher elevation, with those lanes becoming the two west-bound lanes.  Additional construction would result in an overpass near Cameron's Corner, and a bypass north and east of town.  To find out when this occurred will require more hours at the library.
1969 was not the only year  in the decade that the county flooded.  Flooding also occurred in the spring of 1962.  Below are some articles/pictures from the Brookings Register archives found at the library.  Again, the quality is not the greatest.  The larger picture was taken just north of the bowling alley, while the picture of the cat on a hot wood telephone pole (apologies to Tennessee Williams) was taken near the bridge east of town (was that near Tom Moxon's house?)

 
The picture below was taken near the Big Sioux west of town.  All of the white space is water.  Flandreau was also severely affected, with water coming within four inches of the all-time set in 1957.  Highway 13 six miles north of Flandreau was washed out, and the road to the Flandreau Indian School was blocked.  Aurora, too, had its problems, as water was running over the roads two miles east and two south of there.  Eldor Mueller, soil conservationist and father of Eugene of our class, stated "All in all, it was a major flood for this area, but it will not affect the land much except to delay planting." Mention is also made that this flood crested about six inches higher than the flood of 1960, but six inches lower than the flood of 1951. 

 
 

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Another Milestaone Achieved

Our class is fortunate that we have parents who have been blessed with the "longevity" gene.  A number of them have achieved nonagenarian status.  The latest of these is Hazel Hauff, the mother of Barb.  Below is the brief notice that appeared in the Jan. 22, 2019, edition of the Brookings Register

 
 
Perhaps those of you who are reading this and are unable to attend the festivities on the 26th could take a few minutes and help inundate her with a (belated) birthday greeting.  She has done much for the Brookings community, and sending her a card would express the appreciation she so richly deserves. 
 
My apologies for posting this item so late.  I had originally saved it as a draft, but became somewhat distracted and forgot all about it for a number of weeks.

The Long Winter

While The Long Winter is well-known as the title of one of Laura Ingalls Wilder's books, it could also be an apt description of the last few months here in Brookville.  The amount of snow we have had (and more is in the forecast) seems to rival that of the winter of our senior year in high school, exactly 50 years ago.  The snow banks were so high back then that people could not see crossing traffic, so red bandanas were tied onto car antennas to indicate that a car was approaching from the right or left of the intersection.  The snow banks this winter have also become so high that the city has begun removing much of the snow to improve visibility and reduce the likelihood of accidents (https://brookingsregister.com/article/too-much-snow). 

While the weather has not been so enjoyable, this winter has not been without its highlights.  The BHS girls' basketball team made it to the state tournament, a goal that has not been achieved in recent years.  The wrestlers had a couple of state champions, one of whom (Jacob Schoon) repeated as state champion and has amassed over 200 wins (easily a school record) in a varsity career that started in the 7th grade.  Both the men's and women's basketball teams won the Summit League regular season championship.  The SDSU men's indoor track and field team also won the Summit League indoor championship, which was held on their home track.  Their last conference title was in 1991.  The indoor facility  is located just north of the football stadium, where we used to scare up jackrabbits when it was just an unused field, and is one of the finest indoor track and field arenas in the country.  There were numerous meets there this winter.  February had a meet every weekend, including the Summit League conference and the national NAIA indoor meet.  Athletes and officials from schools all across the country were here for that one.  A number of us had the privilege of working and officiating at those meets.  The NAIA meet, especially, was quite memorable in that we were able to see some outstanding athletes and work with certified master officials.  They taught me a few tips that will improve my meager credentials.

It seems that very few months pass by without death rearing its ugly head.  Such was again the case these past few months.  About two months ago, Dr. Charles Lingren passed away.  While that name is probably not familiar to most of us, as he arrived in Brookings in the mid-70's to teach at SDSU, he became a prominent individual, in both the Brookings and university communities.  I was fortunate to coach two of his children in basketball, and to take two classes of his at SDSU to renew my teaching certificate.  One of those classes was a comparison of United States teaching methods and those used in Great Britain.  To better understand the British system, we journeyed to London and a few other points of interest in Europe for about three weeks.  We visited some classrooms and teachers, met with some local officials and an Anglican (Episcopalian) clergyman the first week. The next two weeks included some sightseeing, including a long visit to Scotland and a weekend in Paris. 



In the latter part of January, Evelyn Edwards passed away.  some of us may remember her, as she actually began her teaching career at the "old" school in 1966-67, teaching  Junior High social studies.  She moved to the "new" high school the next year, teaching sociology and international relations. She remained there for the rest of her teaching career of 25 years.   Did anyone  have her as a teacher for either of those classes? 

One of the principals and superintendents during her tenure at BHS was Mr. Jostad.  If you look carefully at the service below, he gave one of the eulogies.  Unknown to me is that her maiden name was Van Liere.  One of the customers on my Minneapolis Tribune paper route in the early 60's was the Brookings Sales Barn, run by her brother Don (https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/argusleader/obituary.aspx?pid=183270502). 



A couple of weeks later, another teacher in the Brookings school system, Rich Strande, passed away.  Mr. Strande grew up just a few miles west of Brookings in Volga, where he was a stellar athlete.  After college, he became a teacher and coach in Redfield in 1961.  He then relocated to Brookings in 1979, and taught just down the hall from me for almost 20 years.  We also coached track and field together during that time.  He was well-known as an outstanding wrestling coach, winning state titles both at Redfield and at Brookings.  He is, I believe, the only coach to win a state championship at both the "A" and "B" levels in that sport.   

One of Mr. Strande's elective classed was an introduction to photography.  The students made a simple box camera out of a metal or plastic Band-Aid contaianer, and developed their own pictures in a specially-designed dark-room (is that process still done today in the age of digital photography?).  One of his students was Matt Kryger.  He now is a photojournalist for the Indianapolis Star (https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=matt+kryger+photographer&qpvt=matt+kryger+photographer&FORM=IGRE).  One of his photos featured Adam Vinatieri kicking a field goal that tied the record for the most points scored by an NFL player (http://classof69bhs.blogspot.com/2018/10/headed-for-hall.html).  He has since broken that record, and now has 2,600 points (http://www.espn.com/nfl/player/stats/_/id/1097/adam-vinatieri and  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_Vinatieri).



 
Lastly, a funeral held last week hits closer to home for all of us.  Robin Mary Rae Alderman, sister of Rick Thompson, passed away Feb. 23, 2019.  My first year of teaching was 1973-4, and Robin was a cute little sixth-grader.  She was not one of my students, but it was easy to recognize that she was Rick's sister. 

Was nice to be able to visit with Rick at the funeral, although we both would have preferred more pleasant circumstances.  Hope to see him again this August at the reunion. 



Our thoughts, prayers, and condolences go out to the Lingren, Edwards, Strande, and Alderman families at these difficult times.