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steve Ypsi
11-20-2007, 07:37 PM
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The fall of 1949 we started school, I had turned 8 in July, My Dad had Died two Days before My 8th Birthday, with him gone the hard times were just starting and would get a lot worse in the next 5 years but that fall we still had a little bit of money to by the extra's like milk at school. It cost 2 cent's back then, we all carried a lunch that first year most of the time and it would consist of home made bread and peanut butter . about half the time My mother had the 2 cent's for milk, later in the year that wouldn't be true as the money ran out.
I was excited to get back to see the other kids you never saw all summer because they lived about 3 miles away, we walked about 1 1/2 miles to school and they did to coming from the opposite direction that's why we didn't see them all summer.
As I would start walking to school a kid here and there would join up to walk together, By the time I got to the school there would be 5 or 6 of us walking together.
Every thing was Great until Billy Big Head showed up on our way to school. the first time I saw him I was walking with 2 other boys when he popped out from some bush's in front of us. He said Gimme your Milk Money or I will beat you up, well this day I didn't have any but my 2 friends did, they handed over there 2 cent's and I said I don't have any, he pushed me down and checked my pockets, he couldn't find any so he threw dirt in my face while I was on the ground, he said you better have it the next time or you are going to get beat up.

Billy Big head went to another school and just happened to cross our path going to his school, He was called Billy Big head but never to his face, he had a larger than normal head and his hair stuck out straight like he just woke up giving his head a even larger appearance, he was a lot bigger than us, we heard that he had been held back and was in about the same grade as we were but 2 to 3 year's older, he was very dirty and always had food bits in his teeth that were crooked like a croc's teeth when he confronted us.

He didn't always show up every day, just when we thought he was gone he would come out from a bush or building demanding our Milk money.we either gave it to him or if we didn't have it we would get pushed down and the usual dirt in the face.

well we started talking about us beating him up but that never materialized because of one thing !!!! FEAR stopped us !!!. then we adopted the Deer mentality, **See and Flee *** as soon as we saw him we would all take off running as hard and fast as our little feet could carry us to the school, Billy Big Head was fast but this meant he was only going to get one of us instead of 3 or 4 of us.
that wasn't working to well so well as eventually got all of us so we joined with a couple more boys on the way to school, this made 5 or 6 of us and now we were a herd of Buffalo that could stand up to the Lion Billy Big head, that worked all of 2 minutes, we were walking to school six strong one day when Billy big Head popped out demanding his money. well after a minute or so the herd broke and started handing him the 2 cent's and the one's that didn't have it ran for their lives.
some thing had to give, most of the time I didn't have the 2 cent's and was getting tired of Billy Big Head pushing me down.

on the way from school we would talk about our next strategy to defeat this big stupid kid. I don't know who thought of it but we had it the perfect plan. we all had sling shots and were pretty good with them, we knew we couldn't use the usual rock ammo because we would get in trouble with the law, some one came up with Beans, dried navy beans, they would hurt like Heck but wouldn't break the skin.
we carried our sling shots for a few days and sure enough Billy Big Head pops out of the bush's demanding his money, we all reached and loaded the beans in a flash, I could only describe it as a flock of birds turning in unison the way we grabbed those sling shots and loaded, we fired almost as one, Billy big Head got hit in the upper body and His Big head, he was hollering like he was stung by hornets throwing his hands and arms up to cover that large head, we reloaded and fired as fast as we could and he was on the run about the third round of firing and we continued until he got out of range of the beans.
needless to say Billy Big Head was never seen again on the way to school. the one thing good about Billy Big Head was he kept us in shape running for our lives.




coonskinner
11-20-2007, 08:24 PM
another nice story...i can relate too,we had a bully too...i finally became best buddies with him...:mischeif: i was in the first grade in 1955...times was tough all thru school for me but i really never knew it...even though we put cardboard in our shoes,becase there were holes wore thru the soles...when i graduated in 1967 we still did not have running water or an inside bathroom...greenbay packers was my favorite football team...besides ours...my granpa on my moms side lived on raccoon creek down by macarthur...we lived out in the sticks on the plains...his only way to get to our house was by a pony or a mule...my dad liked when he came because he didnt have to mow the grass...we had an ice box outside...our house was heated by the big coal stoves,like a big potbelly stove...in several rooms...they would be glowing red in the cold winters...cereal was milk and bread with sugar on it...my mom was a good cook though and made some good grub from scratch...syrup was water and brown sugar or water an reg. sugar...times were hard,wages were very low...then somewhere around 1964...the university went on strikke to unionize...our lives changed drastically...after they unionized we got dental and health benefits...my parents made more money too...lots more...my teeth finally got fixed ...both front teeth had holes all the way thru them...prolly the syrup...my dad got nicer cars...we had nice shoes and clothes...but we never got a inside bath or running water...but i must admit i liked well water and we had our own pump...most my relatives lived in chauncey,morristown,thats where i was born...there they had a community pump and everybuddy had out houses...i was practically in the militry before i seen a commode...even some schools had outside toilets...boy things sure have changed though...the bully never changed,always the bully...but he got in a fight with the wrong guy when he was around 40 an got his ear bit off...that slowed him down i heard...:yikes:

OhioHunter88
11-23-2007, 06:18 PM
Wow, cool storys, except I know they wasnt cool for you guys back then... Really makes me think about how we have it...

oneshot
11-23-2007, 07:20 PM
I can listen (or read) those kind of stories for hours. I grew up in the 70's and 80's and my kids can't relate to me telling them about Sat. cartoons ,no cell phones and such and I had it good,real good compared to my parents.
Progress one way ,scary another.

hoot gibson
11-23-2007, 08:07 PM
nice to have you back steve. missed ya.
kinda funny , but i didnt realise we was poor back then eather . carried wash water for the ringer washer , drinkin water from the pump , in the field , cut wood with a two man saw , just me. and had a small buck saw for the little stuff . then once in a while the county would bring by some coal .. man was that heaven . didnt have to get up at night and stoke the fire . lived in a two story house , with one warm morning stove in the living room . thats where we bathed , got dressed and ate most breakfasts. had an outside shitter , no electric half the time , but we did have an old coal oil cook stove , and a couple coal oil lights . had plenty of garden space , and almost every fruit and nut tree you could think of . i remember my dad finding somewhere a 3 ft. piece of pipe with a spiggot on the end of it , he went out where the drive , that was about 1/4 th mile long y'd and drove it into the ground , i asked him what he did that for , he said i want people to think we have runnin water . being about 10 or 11 years old , i belived him . hoot

coonskinner
11-23-2007, 08:51 PM
nice to have you back steve. missed ya.
kinda funny , but i didnt realise we was poor back then eather . carried wash water for the ringer washer , drinkin water from the pump , in the field , cut wood with a two man saw , just me. and had a small buck saw for the little stuff . then once in a while the county would bring by some coal .. man was that heaven . didnt have to get up at night and stoke the fire . lived in a two story house , with one warm morning stove in the living room . thats where we bathed , got dressed and ate most breakfasts. had an outside shitter , no electric half the time , but we did have an old coal oil cook stove , and a couple coal oil lights . had plenty of garden space , and almost every fruit and nut tree you could think of . i remember my dad finding somewhere a 3 ft. piece of pipe with a spiggot on the end of it , he went out where the drive , that was about 1/4 th mile long y'd and drove it into the ground , i asked him what he did that for , he said i want people to think we have runnin water . being about 10 or 11 years old , i belived him . hoot


heh heh...i know several that drove a pipe into the hillside and had running water this way...some ran it into the kitchen sink...some just let it run from the pipe outta the hill...there is one of these community water places in buchtel near our wayne camp...its been there since the early days when it was settled...today most come up with empty milk jugs for their drinkin water...it has 3 pipes stickin out of the hillside...it has never dried up,never...i have told our hunters of this place for water...really neat,i've seen this on the internet too...type in"buchtel ohio spring"...neat place:D

steve Ypsi
11-24-2007, 07:06 AM
hoot gibson
"""and a couple coal oil lights """
Hoot didn't explain to the younger readers that coal oil is known as Kerosene
now.
and they gave barely enough light off to keep from running in to things in the house
hoot gibsons screen name
sure brings back memories of the late 40's seeing reruns from the 30's but we did not know that at the time... they were real cowboy Movies, The cowboy kissed the horse in the end not the girl.
some other stars
Bob Steele
Tom Mix
will Rogers
and then the singing cowboys and cowgirls later that ruined the cowboy movies, Roy roger and dale Evans, etc

coonskinner
11-24-2007, 07:22 AM
i thought we always called them kerosine lights...:mischeif:

deerhunt45
11-24-2007, 03:56 PM
I was born in a city in 1956. We had indoor plumbing, sewers and electricity but we still had the coal furnace for heat and still used some oil lamps. I remember when the truck would come and dump it's load down the coal shoot to the cellar, going down with Dad to stoke the fire, the cast iron tub and the once a week hot baths :whistle:

I also can relate to being bullied at a young age and ya learn quickly or not at all. The only way to rid yourself of a bully is to confront him head on. I remember when milk money was a nickel and that was a lot of money! ;) :D :shhh:

Wow, good stories...brought back some memories. :)

geezer II
11-24-2007, 04:43 PM
We were dam lucky kids - muh dad build our house by himself - dug the basement by hand and a lot of the material was used but he made a fine house and we had a fine home - we had a little subsistance farm on the edge of town with chickens, pigs, milk cow, big garden, fruit trees and muh dad made a tractor out of a Model A Ford he was a very strong man and always had a job - he made 5 acreas of hay by hand every summer - dang - that was tough - - muh mom sewed our clothes & knitted hats, mittens and sox fo us and dad soled our shoes, - i always got hand me down clothes and shoes from muh brother but i thought that was the way it was suppose ta be - we had a coal furnace and were always warm - mom canned lots of food and made butter and cottage cheese - dang we were blessed - we had plenty of food - a warm house and loving parents - they worked very hard to provide for muh and muh two brothers and we worked by there side for a lot of things - muh dad loved ta hunt skewrls and rabbits and phesants - and was a natural shot - i never knew him to waste a shell on target practice - i learned a lot from muh folks - they always helped other people - there is so much more i could tell ya but i had a wonderful childhood - our little farm was a great place to grow up on - dang i loved that place