Friday, June 9, 2023

After Igloo, On To Hershey

 The previous post related the connection between Igloo, South Dakota, and the Brookings Teeners baseball team of 1965 (https://classof69bhs.blogspot.com/2023/06/igloo-south-dakota.html).  







Winning that competition earned the team the right to participate in the National Teener Tournament to be held in Hershey, Pennsylvania.  




We left Brookings on a chartered Jackrabbit bus. We may recall that "westerns" were rather popular at the time.  TV shows such as "Bonanza" and "Gunsmoke" were some of the most highly-viewed programs.  At the suggestion of Bob Webbenhurst, one of our coaches, we were encouraged to purchase cowboy hats (aas shown in the photo below) to reinforce the belief that we here in South Dakota still lived in the era of the "Old West."  Perhaps those elite easterners still believed we traveled in covered wagons and lived in log cabins or sod huts.



 It seems that the first night we stayed in La Crosse, Wisconsin, while we stayed in Gary, Indiana, the next night, (where we were able to find a ball field and get in a little practice) before arriving in Hershey the following day.  While the bus trip was long, it was not uneventful.  Judd Bergan, the pick-up player from Watertown, brought along his guitar and entertained us with some popular songs.  "I'm Henry the Eighth, I Am" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GisCRxREDkY) by Herman's Hermits was frequently played, while Bob Webbenhurst liked "The M.T.A. Song" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7Jw_v3F_Q0)

Since we made frequent stops for nourishment, the jukeboxes were kept quite busy.  Some of the popular songs of the day were "Catch Us If You Can" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8MCsRXXc8A); "I Got You, Babe" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JxIw58lkHQ); "Baby, The Rain Must Fall" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtvDq1zn4Vg); "Wooly Bully (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5LWa18w-BE); "What's New, Pussycat (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQvIAs-nPSo); and Walter's favorite, "Down In The Boondocks" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4CeR9Mkjs4).  

A few of the fathers came along as chaperones.  Would they have been Mr. Tordoff, Mr. Kabrud, Mr. Buehler, Mr. DeWitt, Mr. Bozied, and who helped to keep us under control? (The article below indicates that only two parents came along, but that is incorrect) Card games were frequent, while some just enjoyed looking out the windows and enjoying the scenery.  It seems that we passed a number of Chrysler auto manufacturing plants. 

Upon arrival in Hershey, we stayed at the Hershey Ballroom.  Nearby was the local swimming pool.  Beneath the ballroom ran a little stream.  A player from one of the other teams rigged up a pin and some string and snagged a fish (carp?) out of there.  Also nearby was Hershey Park, and amusement park with a big roller-coaster.  It provided us with some great entertainment.  

The Phladelphia Eagles had their summer training camp at Hershey.  Pete Retzlaff, who played football at SDSU (then SDSC), was an outstanding player for the Eagles.  He came to talk to us one day, and gave us an autographed picture of himself.  We also visited the Hershey Chocolate factory.  

Since we came to play some baseball, we did have some important business to tend to.  Our string of victories, however, came to an abrupt end.  We played well in our first game, but lost by one run in extra innings.  We then moved into the loser's bracket, and, unfortunately, lost again, thus losing the only two games we played. 


On our trip home, we saw a number of high-school football teams in Pennsylvania and Ohio preparing for the upcoming football season.  Those boys were BIG by our standards.  

 While it may have been a disappointing end, we realized we had had an eventful summer, and owe a great deal of thanks to those who made it possible.  Many of those people are gone:  our parents and coaches, and even some teammates, but our memories will always remain.  



The above picture is our banquet that was held at the VFW later that summer.  In the back row are Tim DeWitt, Jim Arndt, Phil Trautman, Judd Bergan, Lloyd Beneke, Dan Sterud, Walt Osterberg, John Iverson.  In the front are coach Bob Webbenhurst, Tom Bozied, Doug deBoise, Barry Beuhler, Chip Kabrud, Randy Hofer, Don Tordoff, Tom Osterberg, coach Bernie van Essen.  

Tuesday, June 6, 2023

Igloo, South Dakota

 This past winter, South Dakota Public Television aired a program about Igloo, South Dakota (https://www.sdpb.org/blogs/arts-and-culture/igloo-south-dakota-the-utopia-that-war-built/).  In brief, Igloo was the site of the Black Hills Ordnance Depot (BHOD).  It was "filled with danger," as bombs, grenades and rockets were housed there in large, concrete bunkers covered with earth.  From a distance, these bunkers resembled round igloos, hence the name of the town.  Construction of these 802 "igloos" began in 1942, shortly after the United States entered into World War II.  After 25 years of activity, Igloo was abandoned in 1967.   Incredibly, there are between 30 and 40 full-time residents still living there.  But they do not live in houses, as most of them were moved to the nearby Pine Ridge Indian Reservation; they live in the abandoned concrete bunkers.  They have taken advantage of modern technology to have the conveniences of a normal home.  Electricity is supplied by solar power and/or portable generators.  Some have dug wells, while others have access to wells provided by a developer (https://www.coldwartourist.com/black-hills-ordnance-depot).  Some notable residents have lived in Igloo, including Tom Brokaw (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Hills_Ordnance_Depot) and a former teacher at BHS, Leon Friend (https://classof69bhs.blogspot.com/2018/10/a-friend-indeed.html).

Igloo also has a special significance for a few of us.  For the 1965 Brookings Teener Baseball team,



 it was the penultimate stop before the team entered the National Teener Tournament to be held in the chocolate capital of the United States, Hershey, Pennsylvania.  The initial stages of that journey were in the regional tournament held here in Brookings.  The other teams in our region were Watertown, Milbank, and Sisseton.  The championship game against Watertown went into extra innings.  In the bottom of the tenth, we had a runner on third.  Everyone knew the batter was going to bunt.  The third baseman was only about 30 feet from the batter, while the center fielder replaced at the normal third base position to keep the runner from getting too big of a lead.  The pitcher had a good fastball.  One of his pitches was high fastball.  The batter just lifted his arms to avoid being hit by the pitch.  However, he did not lift them quite high enough, and was struck in the elbow.  It's an unwritten rule not to rub the spot where you were hit, but the batter was in a great deal of pain, and thrashed his arm about rather wildly, creating some laughter from some of the fans. 

With runners on first and third, our coaches, Bob Webbbenhurst and Bernie Van Essen,  used a special strategy to entice the pitcher to balk.  As soon as the pitcher started his wind-up, the runner on first took off for second.  This sudden movement was supposed to startle the pitcher, and interrupt his motion.  The strategy worked; the pitcher balked, the runner on third walked home for the winning run. 



As the articles above indicate, winning this tournament advanced us to the state tournament that was held in Madison.  Under Teener rules, a team is allowed to pick up two players from other teams in its region.  Since Watertown had an outstanding pitcher named Judd Bergan, Brookings picked him up, along with his catcher, Joe Snow.  We won the state tournament, thus earning the trip to the area tournament to be held in Igloo, South Dakota. 




National Teener rules mandated that a team could have no more than 15 players.  Since Brookings added two players for the state tournament, making its roster 17, that meant that two players now had to be dropped.  Since Brookings already had a fine catcher in Dan Sterud, backed by Bernie Hendricks, there really was no need to have the third catcher, Joe Snow, from Watertown.  It was vital to keep Judd Bergan, however, (as noted above in the Register articles, he won two games as a pitcher) so one of the seldom-used players had to be left off the official roster.  However, he was able to remain with the team as the batboy.  

At Igloo, the team stayed in some former military barracks.  Since the town had not yet been abandoned, there was still a semblance of a small town.  There was the swimming pool and the movie theater.  Of course, there were still some baseball games to be played.  Since very few teams in the area were eligible for this teener tournament, the only other teams at Igloo were from Miller, South Dakota, and nearby Crawford, Nebraska.  Miller was the class "B" teener champion in South Dakota, and had a very talented team. Three years later, they would be in the class "A" ranks, making it to the state basketball tournament.  Many of us may remember Al Nissen, their all-state player, who later played at Nebraska.  However, the Bobcats again proved to be somewhat more talented, again winning the state tournament. 

The Register articles below summarize the games better than any of my recollections.  


Now it was on to the national tournament in Hershey, Pennsylvania.  More on that later.









  



Thursday, April 20, 2023

Remembering Jon

A recent headline in the Brookings Register reported that a 61-year old man was killed in an auto accident near Sinai.  There were no other passengers. That man was later identified as Jon Colburn (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/jon-colburnr), the youngest brother of our classmate Lee Colburn.  Jon's passing hit me rather hard, as I have known Jon since our sophomore year in high school.

That winter of 1966-67 was quite memorable.  It was our last year in the "old" high school.  Our introduction to high school athletics affected the lives of many of us boys.  Title IX, giving girls the same chance to participate in sanctioned activities that had previously been limited to boys, was a few years away.  There were some sports offered for girls, but they were not yet sponsored by the South Dakota High School Activities Association.  

Lee was not only a fine basketball player that winter, but he also was an avid outdoorsman.  I was fortunate enough to go ice-fishing with him, his father, and younger brother Jon a few times.  Jon was about 10 years younger than we were, having graduated in 1979.  My most vivid memory of Jon on those trips occurred whenever the song "I'm A Believer" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I%27m_a_Believer) was playing on the radio.  Whenever the chorus (Then I saw her face, etc) was about to be sung, Jon would shout out "Hey."

During college, Mr. Dolan (Franny to many of us) helped Tom Bozied and me to run the intramural program for the elementary schools.  We had flag football in the fall, basketball in the winter, and track and field in the spring.  We did have a short wrestling program one year.  Jon was in elementary school at that time, so we became aware of his athletic ability even then. 

 My first year of teaching was in 1973-4, when Jon was in 7th grade.  Just about every day after school started, Jon would stop by my room before classes began and inform me of Lee's progress with the Houston Rockets, the pro basketball team that drafted Lee.  Jon was optimistic about Lee's chances.  However, Lee would be that last man cut from the team.  Houston had drafted Ed Ratleff (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ed_Ratleff) from Long Beach State, and had given him a guaranteed contract.  As Jon noted, the team had to pay Mr. Ratleff whether they kept him or cut him.  Financially, it was to their benefit to keep him instead of to cut him, as they would save money that way.  Lee was actually a better player, but money and politics prevented him from playing professionally in the United States.  Lee did play professionally in Europe for a few years. 

At Lee's funeral,Tom Yseth, a close friend of Lee's, noted that Lee was frequently asked if he played basketball.  Lee's response was "A little bit," indicative of his humility  

My basketball relationship with Jon continued, as assistant 7th grade basketball coach was one of my extra-duties.  The head coach was Don Mohlenhoff,who had coached the BHS varsity team a few years earlier.  As fate would have it, next year I was promoted to head 8th grade basketball coach.  Even more astounding was that the next year (1975-6), the 9th grade basketball coach retired, so I was given that position.  In a sense, then, Jon and his classmates had to put up with me for five years.   Jon was a smart player.  While he may not have had Lee's athletic skills, he knew how to play and outwit the opposition.  Those traits helped him make the varsity team in his sophomore year.  In his senior year, the Bobcats were consolation champs (5th place) in the state tournament. Coincidentally, they beat a highly favored Lincoln team in that game (shades of 1968).  

Our condolences go out to Lorre on the tragic passing of his younger brother Jon.

Thursday, October 6, 2022

Sudden Sibling Sadness

Two of our class members recently experienced the loss of one of their siblings.  Kathy (Smith) Tassler lost her sister Donna Nagel (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/donna-nagel), while Karen (Thysell) Borsay lost her brother "Rusty" (https://brookingsregister.com/article/joseph-thysell-jr-thibodaux-louisiana).

Donna's two daughters, Danelle and Denise, were students of mine many years ago.  It was enjoyable talking with them  at the visitation. There were numerous people in attendance, as both Donna and her late husband Dennis, were well-known in the community. 

Also at the visitation was Mr. Walder, who had also taught Danelle and Denise. He and I reminisced for many minutes, as we had not seen each other for quite some time. 

Donna and Dennis were quite active in the local car club.  Dennis, owner of a local body shop, was a key member (founding father?) of that organization.  That group has put on a local car show in early June for a number of years, and has attracted many beautiful classic cars.  From our class, Emmett Earley, Bob Ishmael, and Tom Salonen have displayed their classy machines at this festival.

(Want to post a picture of the poem with her obituary notice, but the blog will not allow it.  Will try later, as this computer sometimes acts irrationally)  One day later and it works.  



About 30 years ago, Kathy's children Charles and Jessica were also students of mine, although I did not make the connection at the time.  Charles was a student during the 1991-92 school year, while Jessica was a student the following year.  

Two summer ago, our parish priest asked me to assist him on his home visits.  One of the stops happened to be at Kathy's residence.  Unfortunately, Kathy and I were not able to reminiscence very much, as there were many other individuals we needed to see in a rather short period of time.

Passing away suddenly was Karen (Thysell) Borsay's younger brother "Rusty" (Joe, Jr.) (https://brookingsregister.com/article/joseph-thysell-jr-thibodaux-louisiana).  As the obituary states, the family moved to Brookings in 1965.  Karen's father worked at the Insect Lab north of town.  As many Brookings students worked summer jobs there (including yours truly), we became somewhat acquainted with the scientists and technicians there.  During my tenure there, I did not work directly with Dr. Thysell, but it seems to me that Alan Leibel's brother Jay was assisting Dr. Thysell in his wheat research.  

Our condolences, thoughts, and prayers go out to Kathy and Karen at the loss of  their sister and brother.

Saturday, September 17, 2022

Impromptu Gathering

 September 16, 2022 featured an impromptu gathering of a five "miscreants"(?) from the classes of 1968 and 1969.  We had to meet at Pizza King's, as it was the only pizza place in town back then.  





A great discussion took place, while much "wisdom" spewed forth from our voiceboxes.  Our English and speech teachers would have been proud.

    

A Memorable Matriarch

 Our class experienced the loss of another of our wonderful parents with the recent passing of Hazel Hauff (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/hazel-hauff).  At her funeral, the testimonials by her grandchildren and a family friend were very poignant, indicative of the character and personality of Hazel.  One of my first thoughts after hearing of her life is "When did she find time to rest?"  She always seemed to be on the go, and if she was not physically active, she was mentally active, as she read numerous books.  She would frequently check out as many books from the library as the rules allowed. 



As one reads her obituary, one notes that she and her husband owned and operated The Advertiser.  Anyone remember that weekly little paper?  Did it also come with The Messenger? Both of them contained, if memory serves correctly, advertisements from local businesses and individuals.  

The Advertiser today is still around, although the name has been changed to The Town And Country Shopper.  When her husband passed away, Hazel sold the business  to a fellow named Larry Ammann.  Our slo-pitch team played against his team (called Hamm's, as in the beer) in the early 70's.  Larry is a good friend of our family, and his presence at the funeral was very much appreciated.  Also in attendance were Rick and Peg Wenande.  Rick was a long-time custodian at the high school, while Peg was a nurse at the hospital.  Since Hazel was a devoted volunteer at the hospital, it is likely that she and Peg were good friends and well acquainted with each other.  On a side note, both Larry and Rick have been very involved in amateur baseball in Brookings for a number of years.  Larry would often print a program that contained pictures of that summer's teener, legion, and amateur teams.  Included in the program would be pictures of notable teams of previous years.  Some went at least as far back as the 40's.  Every few years there would be a photo of our 1965 teener team that won a trip to the national teener tournament in Hersey, Pennsylvania.  


Hazel was truly a remarkable woman, and a role model for humanity.  Growing up in the era in which she did greatly shaped her values and her faith. She certainly lived as she believed.  Our condolence, thoughts, and prayers are with the family at this time.  

 

Thursday, September 15, 2022

Was It A Memorable Summer?

Now that Labor Day has come and gone, summer is unofficially over.  While school has been in session for a couple of weeks, it seems that "back in our day," school started after Labor Day.  In any case, the quiet days of August have given way to the hectic start of another school year.

One of the more pleasant happenings this summer was reacquainting with amateur baseball and some classmates.  We were able to attend most of the Brookings Cubs home games this season.  Their schedule was somewhat abbreviated, as there were some nights, due to conflicts, not enough players were available to field a team, whether for the Cubs of the opposition.  Because of scheduling conflicts, the Cubs were not at their best for some of their games.  They might play terribly, but then turn around and play magnificently a week later.  They finished on a high note, garnering second place in the State tournament. 

There has also been much construction activity around town this summer.  New roads are being built, as the housing boom is spreading rapidly to the south.  Many homes are now encircling the areas that once had country schools.  Taylors and Christies had farms there when we were in school.  Those areas are now dotted with homes.  Since Brookings cannot expand to the north, as the university has most of that land,  south  is about the most feasible direction to expand.

A new interchange is being constructed near the golf course.  That project will connect directly to Aurora, so that those who work at Daktronics, Larson's, Twin City Fan, and other business on the east side of Brookings will no longer have to take Highway 14 to get to work or to come into town.  

Lastly, and unfortunately, we have lost a number of outstanding people that may have played a part in our lives.  My comments on most of these will be limited, as links posted to their obituaries usually contain the necessary information to summarize their lives.  

In no particular order, those who have passed away Lyle Allison, Barb Borstad, Judy Schutjer, Jo Ann Satterlee, Royce Emerick, Ken Ivers, Mike Carpenter, Jim Martin, John "Red" Schoon, June Helsper, Patricia Buri, Rachael Grothe, and Orville Gab.

Lyle Allison (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/lyle-allison)  Would he be a relative of Marilyn of our class?

Barb Borstad (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/barbara-borstad) had a number of daughters, most of whom were a few years older than we were.  One of them married Sid Bostic, the SDSU (at that time SDSC) basketball player who made a desperation half-court shot that helped the Jackrabbits win the small college national basketball championship in 1963, our 6th grade year.  He husband Benny worked at Kjellsen Chevrolet for a number of years, and sold me my first car in 1967, a 1954 Chevy Bel Air.

Judy Schutjer (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/judith-schutjer) was quite a bit older than we were.  Her brother Gary played on the 1962 bobcat basketball team that won the state championship. He was a first team all-state player, and played college ball at Huron College.

Jo Ann Satterlee (https://www.eidsnessfuneralhome.com/obituary/jo-satterlee) was the wife of Jim Satterlee, well-known sociology professor at SDSU.  Were any of us in his classes?

Orville Gab (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/orville-gab) was a well-respected geography professor at SDSU.  His children were students of ours many years ago.  

Royce Emerick (https://www.eidsnessfuneralhome.com/obituary/royce-emerick)was a long-time biochemistry professor at SDSU.  His son was a couple of years younger than we were, and was a fine cross-country runner at BHS.

Ken Ivers (https://www.eidsnessfuneralhome.com/obituary/kenneth-ivers) was another long-time professor at SDSU.  He was most known for his work as a counselor.  His wife taught Home-Ec in the Brookings school system.  For a few years, she was in the classroom right next to mine.

Mike Carpenter (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/michael-carpenter) was quite a bit younger than we were.  Most of us, particularly the boys, were more familiar with his father Roger.  Roger was a tremendous fast-pitch softball player.  He also played city league basketball.  In the 70's, he and Mr. Walder, our junior English teacher, had had some fierce battles playing in the old Armory downtown.  

Jim Martin (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/jim-martin) was the husband of Reyna, the PE teacher when we were in school.  Before Title IX in 1972 mandated equal opportunities for girls in athletics, Reyna had initiated girls athletics in Brookings.  There were gymnastics and track and field competitions for the girls while we were yet in school.  The Brookings Registers of that era have a number of articles on the success of the BHS girls in those competitions.  One name that instantly comes to mind is Jackie Ramey.  She was way ahead of her time.  Some of her efforts in track and field still rank among the best in the history of BHS athletics (https://cg111.k12.sd.us/GirlsTop10.htm). 




June Helsper (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/june-helsper) was the mother of Rich, who was a year behind us in school.  During our senior year, Rich asked me if he could borrow my car (the 1954 Chevy that Benny Borstad sold me) during the noon hour.  I was trusting, so allowed him to do so.  When I went out later to drive home, the gas pedal was stuck, so it was obvious that Rich had really revved up the engine.  No damage was done, though.  

John "Red" Schoon (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/john-red-schoon) was a long-time resident of Brookings.  I first knew him right after high school graduation while working at the Insect Lab north of Brookings.  "Red" had quite a history.  Even though he had little formal schooling, he was one of the smartest men I knew.  As he told us, "I did not have money to buy new things, so I learned how to fix up the old ones."  He had a great mechanical aptitude, and was very creative in his problem solving.  He was able to save the Insect Lab a great deal of money with some of his clever ideas and proposals.  In recent years, he helped me improve the performance and safety of my old classic car.  He loved to take rides in it.  We even went to a car show in Nebraska a few years ago when he was still in good health.  A couple of months before he passed away, we went for a nice drive around the county.  He knew so many of the people who lived in the area, as he also had a sodding and tree planting business on the side.  He might recall how he planted so many spruce trees at a certain farm, and that the owner wanted them planted too close together, eventually killing some of them off.  Recently, I had asked him if he wanted to go for a cruise.  He was unable to go, as he had fallen that morning and did not feel right.  The last time I called him was on the afternoon of July 22.  There was no answer, so I had strong inkling that something was wrong.  Little did I know that he had passed away that very day.  





Patricia Buri (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/patricia-buri) is probably not a name that is familiar to us.  Her maiden name was Anderson, and she graduated from BHS in 1962.  Her father Walt worked at Bozied's Conoco for a number of years, and later was employed at SDSU.  We often saw him in the "Barn" when we were in college.  As her obituary states, she returned to Brookings in 2014.  At the time of her passing, she was living at the United Living Community near Pioneer Park.  She was friends with "Red" Schoon, who was also living there.  In fact, she happened to be waiting outside for a friend to pick her up when I came by to give "Red" a ride around the county.  She said she wanted a ride in that car some day.  We promised her that she could go with us the next time we went cruising.  Unfortunately, that next time never came.  

Recently, we mourned the loss of Rachael Grothe (https://www.rudesfuneralhome.com/obituary/rachael-groethe), mother of Kathy of our class.  Kathy and I had an enjoyable conversation at the visitation and funeral.  As her obituary states, Rachael graduated from BHS in 1938.  A little research indicated that Mr. Les Horrigan and Mr. Virgil Bell were teachers at the time,  Bob Coffey (from whom the name "Bobcats" was derived) was the coach, and Agnes Schlender was the secretary.  Miss Schlender was the secretary for a long time.  She lived in the house right next door to ours on third street.  Coincidentally, I purchased that house in 1977.  




In the 1938 yearbook, Rachael is nicknamed "Rae."  Her activities were Orch. 1, 2, 3, 4 (1st violin); Senior Sports Society 4 (SSS was a sportsmanship club); Latin Club 2,3,4 (Miss Briscoe was not the teacher then); Pit Orchestra 4; Student Council 1,3.

Some of the students in that class were Evelyn Algra (when were in grade school, there was an Algra that lived near us on 2nd street near the viaduct); Meryl Beals (any relation to Clara Beals; Clara lived in a rather delapidated house near the swimming pool; we thought it looked haunted); Art Behrend (he was a good athlete, and the husband of Barb, "Lefty" Johnson's secretary for a number of years); John Bibby (local businessman); Don Biggar (father of Dave and Doug, who were a little older than we were? His picture looks remarkably like his son Dave's); Myrth Rae Chester (we would know her as Mrs. Brchan, typing teacher, long-time librarian at Brookings Middle School, and mother of Julie, a year ahead of us in school); Albert Bortnem (any relation to the Bortmens in our class?); Morrell Connelly (father of Robyn; nicknamed "Lars" and not "Buck;" he was Lord of Bobcat Day); Milton Carothers (any relation to the Carothers for whom Carothers Engineering Hall is named?); June Grommersch (she is the June Helsper mentioned above); Jim Finn (his children were about our age); Leland Iverson (don't think he is any relation); Raymond Horn (father of Ray and Sue, who were a little older than we were, and husband of Jeanette Horn, sophomore English teacher at BHS for a number of years); Cleo Kjenslee (there used to be a Kjenslee's Cafe near Montgomery Ward's many years ago); Delmer Pittenger (a brother to Richard Pittenger, Methodist minister here when we were growing up?); Duane Rude (must be part of the family who had the funeral home and furniture store); Athalyn Sanderson (any relation to the Sanderson's of our era?); Leon Steen (any relation to Teresa?); Rachel Trygstad (the Trygstad family were some of the early settlers in Brookings County; they may have originally built a "home" at the Medary settlement); Winston Ullman (any relation to Janice Ullman, the first female student body president of BHS [1951-52?].  

Each senior picture had a little poem that seemed appropriate to the student's personality.  For Kathy's mom, the poem was "Lovely to look at, Delightful to know, Pleasant to talk with, Don't you think so?"

Juniors that year with familiar names were Lynn Allison, Marshall Biggar (was his older brother Don, the senior?  Was he the father of Dave and Doug?), Bob Bishman, Claire Eclov, Delbert and Delores Gustafson, Glen Leraas, Hazel McCord, John Moriarty, Harold Niklason (Nick's Hamburgers), Vernon Norris (he was a custodian at Central for a number of years), Paul Prussman (father of Dennis of our class), Robert Stewart ("Biology Bob" and later counselor at BHS), Robert Vessey (his son-in-law Lynn Frederick was a long-time basketball coach at BHS), Clarence Egeberg (Jim's father), and Lawrence Trudell. 

Many of us remember the Junior and Senior class plays that were held in the Central Elementary Gym.  Those of us attending Central would often get to see those plays first performed in the afternoon before they would be performed for the public (would those be called dress rehearsals?). In the 1937-38 school year, the Jr. Class play was Anne of Green Gables (https://stageagent.com/shows/play/17473/anne-of-green-gables), while the Sr. class play was Leave It To Psmith [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leave_It_to_Psmith_(play)]. Those plays were discontinued when we moved to the new high school, and were replaced by all school productions. We thought the first all-school play was The Mouse That Roared  (https://www.cottagetheatre.org/the-mouse-that-roared.htmlhttps://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053084/plotsummary).  The annual states "Dramatist Present First All School Play."    David Berge had one of the four leading roles; the other three roles were filled by seniors Sherry Waltz, Butch Gottschalk, and Mark Eclov.  Other cast members of our class were Helen Sheimo, Carl Young, Jim Kohler, Patsy McKeown, Donna Reick, Kris Lyons, Janette Perso, Mike Kohl, and Alan Leibel.

Little did we know, however, that there had been at least one other all-school play performed 30 years earlier.  (Should Mr. Bell have known this, as he was a teacher at BHS then?)  In the 1938 annual, the year Kathy Groethe's mother graduated, the all-school play was The Melting Pot (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Melting_Pot_(play), performed in the Jr. Hi Auditorium (what we would know as the Central gymnasium).

Other highlights from the 1938 annual note that during homecoming week, after coronation, there was a snake dance to Bobcat Field in Pioneer Park, where the bonfire was held. On Bobcat Day, there was a free movie at the Fad Theater. The football game against Watertown was played in the afternoon at Bobcat Field.  The outcome was a 6-6 tie.  Afterwards, there was a banquet at the First Lutheran Church at Main Ave. and 7th Street (this was before the First Lutheran Church was at the end of Main on 8th Street).  John Bibby was the toastmaster, and guests were the Watertown football team and BHS Alumni. 

 Oddly enough, a hockey season was started later in February, and a few outside games were played.  Again, most of us thought that intra-scholastic hockey only started in the late 1960's or early 1970's.  Graduation ceremonies were on May 26, 1938, while senior breakfast was held the next morning.  Wonder when that format chnged.

At the end of summer, on August 27, 2022, South Dakota Basketball Hall of Fame held its annual banquet. There were several honorees from Brookings that were recognized.  The first was the Brookings Girls Team of 1985.  That year, they finished a second consecutive season with an undefeated record and were ranked by USA Today as the number 3 team in the nation.  Their coach, Jim Holwerda, had replaced  "Nig" Johnson as BHS athletic director in 1973.  That was also my first year in the system.  

Mr. Holwerda taught me a great deal about the game of basketball.  In college, he played at Kansas State, where they were a national powerhouse in the late 1950's.  He then coached high school in Kansas, before becoming the basketball coach and Athletic Director at Yankton College.  Yankton College had some outstanding teams in the late 60's and early 70's, and was one of the top teams in their division (NAIA).  He came to Brookings when he knew that Yankton College was having financial difficulties, and reasoned correcty that it would have to close in the near future. Close it did in 1984, and it is now a prison.  (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yankton_College). A quick glance at this website will reveal some notable alumni.  

 Also honored from BHS was Jeff Booher.  Jeff's father Jim was the long-time athletic trainer at SDSU, and was a fine athlete himself.  In fact, when then SDSC won the national small-college basketball title in 1963, they had to beat Nebraska Wesleyan to earn a trip to the national tournament.  "State" barely won that game.  According to Jim, had Nebraska Wesleyan made a last second shot, they would have been going to the tournament in place of SDSC.  Jim also was a key player on the Spies slo-pitch softball teams of the 1970's.  When David Johnson of our class started the Aurora slo-pitch team composed mostly of guys in our class, we played Spies in our very first game.  The score was too much to not enough:  something like 44-5.  We had all played baseball when we were younger, but slo-pitch was somewhat different.  We used a very large ball, and played without gloves, so every time the ball was hit, there was chance that there would be a misplay by the fielder.  Eventually, we showed much improvement, and became a quite competitive team.  Rather than losing to quality teams by dozens of runs, we might only lose by one or two.  We even occasionally beat them, as we did win at least one tournament.  More about these outstanding basketball players can be found at https://sdbbhof.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/2022-booklet-for-website.pdf

One of the older players inducted has an indirect connection to BHS.  That man is Wayne Thue.  On his same high school team was Dave Walder, one of our junior English teachers.  In his acceptance speech, he mentioned Mr. Walder repeatedly.  Many of us may not have known of Mr. Walder's prowess, but he was a fierce competitor on our city league basketball team in the 1970's.  He knew how to play physical, and did not back down from a challenge.  Thanks to his efforts, we were quite competitive for a bunch of so-called mild-mannered teachers.