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Ron Keller:
November 11, 2010 - Election activities for the 1961 BHS
student council!
Hello all of
you Bunkiens: I am so glad my brother Gary sent me this
site. What a neat way to relive past Bunkie memories.
The memory
that comes to mind was the election activities for the
1961 BHS student council. Our ticket [Pirate] ran
against Oliver LaPrairie's ticket in what had to be the
most colorful and energetic contest ever held at BHS.
We each had cars with speakers blaring, banners across
the front of the school, a plane flyover with leaflets
raining over the campus, etc. I think the plane
incident was the last straw for Mr. Couvillion
[principal] when he said that this kind of
electioneering will never be tolerated again. I can
still remember Mr. Roy and Mr. Mayeaux [school
custodians] having to clean up the pamphlets from the
grounds and the school roof.
I will
never forget the fun I had with Dianne Zimmerman [then],
Christie Blaylock [then], Mike Clark, and the others on
the ticket during our "happy days". Ron Keller
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Memory Lane:
"Bunkie - Marksville Football Game Fight 1962" 'Brother
Knoll': May 28, 2008:
Brother Knoll - Bunkie Panther 1962
My sister Diane clued me into the Memory Page where I saw the
Knoll name mentioned a few times - mostly connected to the
Bayou and "Jungle" behind our house. The neighborhood played
out many a movie - especially Tarzan - in that setting. It
also played an important part in the book "The Bunkie Wars"
written several years ago.
But what drives me to write is to correct the infamous
Marksville football game fight in 1962 - which was reported
incorrectly. Bunkie had been beating & not letting
Marksville score any points for
5 straight years. This of course meant they had not seen the
"Cat Skin" in a long time and were very unhappy.
The score was 6-0 and we were running out the clock using QB
sneaks. On the last play I took the ball and went up the middle
much as I had done the previous several plays. About 5 yards up
the field evidently the whistle blew; however, I didn't hear it
and took off up the field. Since I was a pretty slow QB they
eventually caught up with me 25 yards up the field. But it was a
little guy who grabbed my jersey and hung on for dear life for
another 10 yards till the rest of the Marksville team came up &
piled on. Madison Firman was first on the scene and knocked
several of them off me. At this point, I thought
the game was over and walked off the field. But I heard a
real commotion and turned back and saw pandemonium. Initially it
was the two teams fighting & trying to prevent fights; but that
faded out pretty soon. Then the Fathers started coming out of
both stands and the real fight ensued.
Coach Foreman then started sending all the players into the
locker room and from then on it was all hearsay to me. I
escaped with only a torn Jersey which I have to this day.
But the most amazing thing to me in my later years was why I
didn't just "take a knee" and prevent all this! PS: for
verification of this version, call "The Judge" - James Mixon running
back. I know it is hard to believe now; but he was once fast!
Brother Knoll - Bunkie Panther 1962
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Memory Lane:
"Castor Plunge" 'Jimmy Bruce': 11/23/2004:
Hey fellow Bunkiens, do you remember Castor Plunge? I
remember when we used to go from Bunkie to Castor Plunge in my dad's
1949 GMC pick up truck that he had painted twilight turquoise
iridescent for a case of beer. The water was a natural stream and
ice cold. They had changing houses, a bar room, a dance floor, slot
machines, etc.
I tried to find it several months ago but to no avail. I found
Castor Plunge Road but could not figure out where to turn to find
the old pool, etc.,
I would appreciate it if anyone could help me find Castor Plunge
again. I graduated from Bunkie High in 1963, so I enjoyed going
there in the late 50's and early 60's. thanks."
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Memory Lane:
Lester "Boots" Rabalais: 02/27/2004:
Found it again 11/28/04
The one memory i will always cherish was the friendships i
made while working at the Bailey Theater in the early 1950's. D
J Armand Jr, R L (Peaches) Laborde, Harold (Bullet) Cullen, Carl
(T-Ban) Escude, Big Spike and Little Spike Gates and of course
Marcus Bordelon. Marcus and I visit often now, with him in
Phoenix Az. and me in Los Angeles, Calif. If anyone knows where
Harold Cullen is please let me know. My other best memory is
joining the Air Force with Nicky Charrier who came up with the
idea. In a period of 6 months the following joined the services
Sherlyn, whose parents had the Railroad car diner into the Navy,
Big Spike and Little Spike in the Air Force, then Nicky Charrier
and myself, then Carl Escude, also all in the Air Force. We were
a patriotic bunch back in those days. Don't forget the Bamboo
Room..........Lester (Boots) Rabalais
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Memory Lane:
Sue Strauss Dupont ('67 BHS alum): 10/11/2004:
Thanks for all the memories! I have really enjoyed
reading all of them. I can barely remember Mr. Meredith. But...I do
remember Mr. Fisher (Science) and Mrs. Fisher (English) and Mrs.
Truax (History). And who could forget Mr. B, our dear French &
civics teacher. Those were the good old days. Again, thanks for the
memories. Sue Strauss Dupont ('67 BHS alum).
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Memory Lane:
Carol
Nettles Betzner:
10/11/2004:
My
additionals would be living on the same street as Gree Griffin-my
second to oldest best friend, having a crush on the same person (M.P.
) and performing the Maypole dance.
Thanks, Carol Nettles Betzner
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Memory Lane: Virginia Clark
Beridon:
10/11/2004:
In 1997 I had a lot of fun putting together a booklet for my
mother's (Errol Barre' Clark) first ever reunion of the
Bunkie High School Class of 1939.
One of the pages listed the 1935-39 faculty (to the best of her
memory!). Several of those faculty members were teaching when I
graduated from Bunkie High in 1966! Of course, two were just
beginning to "court" as my mom would say. Willie
Lee Anders taught English.
P.W. Bordelon
taught Arithmetic, Algebra and General Science.
Lucille Bubenzer
taught French and Biology.
Yvonne Couvillion taught Business Courses.
Robert DeRouen
taught English and American History.
Marjorie Escude taught Biology, French
and Physical Education. C.G.
Snoddy taught Algebra and Geometry.
Virginia Souilier
taught Home Economics. B.G. St.
Romain taught Chemistry and Agriculture.
Mac Trimble
taught Civics and Science. Lola
Tucker (later to become Lola St. Romain) taught
Home Economics. Roy White
taught English and History.
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Memory Lane: Jim Bruce:
10/11/2004:
I remember in my senior year I was student body president. One of my
tasks was to travel to marksville and address the whole school with
the message not to become too rowdy during the marksville/bunkie
game. that was a tough job. I didn't know if I was going to make it
out alive. great memories.
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Memory Lane: Tina Temple:
04/10/2003: A few
more....1958-1965
Walking very fast by old Mrs Cooper's house on Louisiana
St. whom we believed was a witch!
Sneaking upstairs in the old, closed Fox Theater and running
down screaming with fright
Attending "Recreation" in the Bunkie High gym during the
summer.
Riding the Shriners train at Christmas time and getting a red
net stocking with candy and a toy in it--I still remember the monkey
that did flips and the Chinese finger puzzle.
Wading in the bayou behind the Knoll's house.
Swimming in the McConnel's pool and swimming at Kent Court.
Eating ice cream cones at Billeaud's Pharmacy.
Catching fireflies outside at night.
Hoover's Cafe
The Dairy Queen as a hangout--Mr. Lemoine ran it.
Our football heroes--James Barrone and Bugar Normand. I'm sure
many others.
Elaine Clark, Madeline Chemino, et. al. having picnics on the
stage behind the curtains at Bunkie High during Study Hall.
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Memory Lane: Gree Griffin
Shaw: 03/31/2003:
1960 - The most "magical" night in
the history of BHS as we went to the Winter Carnival on an
ordinary night in Feb. and emerged at midnight to "the big snow"
that stuck for several days! A lot of us went to Gree Griffin's
and our parents let us stay all night and play in the snow.
1961 - Mrs. Fisher asked our class what we thought of the
possibility of a 3rd World War.
One
of our most colorful class members answered her with the
straightest face and speaking ever so clearly, "Well, Mrs. Fisher,
if there is ever going to be a 3rd World War, I think it will
definitely be in the future!"
1955 - A "burger basket" at The Bamboo which included a
fabulous burger and an order of curly-q's was a quarter and a
coke was a nickel.
1956 - Had to have those cherry cokes from City Drug every day.
dale, i can think of a gazillion of these! what
fun!! great idea.........xooxoxx
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Memory Lane: Ron Laborde:
03/31/2003: I remember all to well, the Sunday
morning Mass, after a long night of partying, Saturday night as a
young man. The priest was conducting mass and I was sitting against
the wall. Without realizing it my head found the wall and asleep I
went. The Priest finished, the silence woke me up, startled and of
all things clapping. The looks I got from the elderly ladies shaking
their heads.
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Memory Lane: Gail Aymond
Bordelon: 03/31/2003 Living across the street from
Keith Thibodeaux, who later became Little Ricky on the I love Lucy
show.
One liners early fifties
Playing jungle in the overgrown lot next to the Knolls.
Getting one of the kittens from the Mama cat at Jitney Jungle.
Mama making me continue getting in the show for 10 cents long
after I turned 12.
Playing Kick the Can after dark in the summer.
Sneaking into the church (St, Anthony's) with Bobby Chatelain,
and ringing the bell.
(we got caught, of course)
Late fifties
Riding our bikes to St. Landry to visit the boys who came to
Bunkie every Sat. looking for girls.
Going to the Dairy Queen every afternoon to flirt with the cute
boy from Evergreen who worked there.
Mrs. Hatley's algebra class!
What a great teacher Mr. Pete Sabitini was
Bus rides home after football games
Slumber parties after home games
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Memory Lane: Johnny
Haydel -Mystery Chemical Engineer....on 03/31/2003: A random collection of Bunkie
memories
1940 to 1950
ˇ The night Jitney Jungle burned down and my volunteer firemen
father was
up all night, sitting on the roof with a hose, being a hero.
ˇ The gunfight at the New York café where Curry Kojis, police chief,
got
his little finger shot off.
ˇ The New York café had a delicious ham sandwich for 25 cents that
we
saved up our money for
ˇ Working as a soda jerk at the drug store and giving my friends
free
sodas
ˇ Lash LaRue coming to town and me getting a picture with him.
ˇ Little Beaver coming to town and running around with the town
hoods who
all eventually ended up in jail for stealing bicycles.
ˇ Digging behind the sofa cushions trying to find 9 cents to go to
the
movie, then spending all day Saturday there seeing double feature
cowboy
movies and a serial plus a cartoon.
ˇ 18 mile trips to grandmothers in Plaucheville. My mother would fry
a
chicken for the trip I would bring a stack of comic books and a
blanket.
We would eat chicken and throw bones out of the window. My father
wouldn’
t stop for restroom breaks, we had to use a paper bag, which I
always
threw at passing cars, but we would stop at every bar on the way for
a
beer for my dad. We always had a flat or two. The trip usually
took
about 4 hours.
ˇ The Hot Tamale man with his little cart on Main Street. We were
convinced he made them out of cats.
ˇ Hiking to Prosser’s diary and hanging around all day. They didn’t
mind.
I was fascinated with the stainless steel equipment and pasteurizer.
Maybe that’s why I became a process engineer.
ˇ Hiking to the overpass by the Blue Moon and sliding down the
Johnson
grass on the side on pieces of cardboard.
ˇ Our Post Office box was Box 1. I thought we were special.
ˇ Dad buying a used house from Amarada Oil field and bringing it
home on a
truck. He added a couple of rooms himself and it served as a house.
ˇ The “maid” that lived with us when we had the feed store/flower
shop.
When I was bad my father made her spank me because he didn’t have
the
heart to.
ˇ Living next to Dr. Melancon who let me read his encyclopedias and
encouraged me to go to college.
ˇ Endless summers when we ran around shoeless and shirtless,
climbing
trees and constantly playing war.
ˇ Sneaking into Avoyelles Bank when they got the first air
conditioning in
town and hiding under the counter till they saw us and chased us
out.
ˇ Playing war under the Bailey Hotel.
ˇ Camping with the Boy scouts where all we did was chop down trees
and
exchange misinformation about sex.
ˇ Initiation into the "Bailey Theatre Club”. We had to sneak in on
a
Tuesday night (dish raffle night) when there was a full house, and
go to
the first row and crawl under the seats, startling the patrons until
we
emerged at the back, completely black with filth.
ˇ Going to the depot to watch the train come in, for entertainment.
ˇ Mother teaching Lee Bailey how to cook.
ˇ Going to St. Anthony’s. The hurricane blew down the old church
that had
been converted into a cafeteria. We had no school that day because
of a
religious holiday, which the nuns said was further proof that there
was a
God.
ˇ First Communion when we were lined up in the street at 6 AM in our
white
shirts and short pants, with our striped boxer shorts showing
thorough,
and Paul Plasiance being sent home because he told Sister that he
had
eaten a hamburger after midnight.
ˇ Getting out of class to go to altar boy practice and just goofing
off,
not learning anything. Then when I had to serve the first time I
realized
I didn't know anything and I just froze. Jerome Kojis who was in the
congregation leaped over the rail pushed me aside and took over,
saving
the mass. My parents were mortified. I was kicked out of the altar
boys.
So my father brought the nuns a fruitcake and poured a pint of 4
roses
whiskey in it. I was reinstated. The next day and the nuns asked
for the
recipe.
1950 to 1954
ˇ The big mystery of who painted obscene algebra equations on Mrs.
Hatley’
s car.
ˇ The midnight paintings of the Ag building, even polka dot.
ˇ Running the drive in theatre
ˇ Selling tickets
ˇ Running the concession stand
ˇ Running the projector, and skipping reels so we could go home
early (no
one complained-no cars moved after we closed down).
ˇ Working at Kelly’s studio for 8 cents an hour and getting paid not
in
cash but with overpriced broken cameras. The girl that worked there
was
married and her husband was in Korea and everyone was in love with
her.
ˇ Summers working in the cornfields making hybrid corn for 50 cents
an
hour with my friends.
ˇ My father closing down the Oak Tavern every night then going to
the Blue
Moon till it closed. He then would bring me a bacon and biscuit
sandwich
at 2 am and wake me up and make me eat it in my bed.
ˇ Eating Pool Doo (My father hated meatless Fridays). He was
convinced
that since Pool Doos could swim under water we could eat them on
Friday
and not go to hell. They tasted like oily mud.
ˇ The two deaf linotype workers that lived in our garage apartment
that
worked for the Bunkie Record teaching me sign language.
ˇ Bamboo Drive in where we made at least one stop every day and it
was the
last stop before we finally went home.
ˇ Working at Dairy Queen. All they had was ice milk at that time.
Cleaning
the machine every morning was nasty from the lactic acid smell.
ˇ Working at the Bailey and Fox Theater for 35 cents and hour.
ˇ Some teachers
ˇ Mr. Goette
ˇ Mr. Frank
ˇ Mrs. Strawitz
ˇ Coach Evans, who said I should forget about sports and just hit
the
books.
ˇ Mrs. Hatley
ˇ Mr. St. Romain, responsible for me becoming a Chemical Engineer.
ˇ Mrs. St. Romain
ˇ Mr. Sharpe
ˇ Mr. Courtney who taught us some things not in the curriculum.""""
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Memory Lane: Entered by
David L. Maxwell' on 04/03/04: It was the 1967-1968
school year. I was a senior, finishing my 4th year in FFA. Come to
think of it those were my grades, F F A! Anyway, one day in class
Mr. Nash, who was the teacher @ that time, indicated he wanted to
put a door from the back room of the Ag building, opening into the
shop area. Cutting it out was no problem; he just needed a door and
frame to complete the job. I needed all the "brownie points" I
could get, so I told him me and two of my buddies would get it for
him. (It's been a long time, my memory is not what it used to be
and I have forgotten who my two "partners-in-crime" were. Sorry
guys). Anyway, we grabbed some tools, a crow bar, couple of
hammers, etc. and headed to the Shop Building, which was on the
ground floor of the old high school. The two top floors were
condemned; therefore no one was supposed to go up there. One of my
buddies held the attention of the teacher, Mr. Dufore, while I and
the other guy snuck to the top floor. Within a short time we had
the door and frame taken out and ready to sneak back to the Ag
building. Mr. Nash, as I recall, was very proud of us, and did not
question where it all came from. It was installed, and looked quite
professional. A few days later Mr. Dufore came to visit, noticed
the door and frame and asked Mr. Nash where it came from. I don't
recall Mr. Nash's exact words, but Mr. Dufore left in a huff,
knowing full well it was HIS door and frame and there was nothing he
could do about it!
David L. Maxwell
Class of 1968
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Memory Lane: Entered by
Dale Riche' on 06/13/01: As an 11
year old boy, who had just lost his father, I learned what Santa
Claus really meant. He was not just a man in a red suit.
He came as the real Mr. Bill Kojis. My Dad was deceased for
about 6 months when my Mother experienced a devastating
financial hardship. She told me I would have to find a job to
help feed the family. I walked to Mr. Bill Kojis's service
station, and told him,"Mr. Bill, I need a job today."
He replied,"Dale, you are only 11, but I know this is very
important to you." Then I replied,"I need my first
day's pay in advance." Mr. Kojis reached in his pocket,
gave me my pay, and said,"I'll see you in the morning."
Now you know that when I see Santa Claus, I realize what a good,
charitable human being Mr. Bill Kojis really was. Bunkie really was
blessed by having that man in a red suit each year.
Sincerely,
Dale Riche'
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Memory Lane: Entered by
Ronnie Dupree on 01/30/01: Jimmy Earles, Joe Callahan, & Several
Others In My Senior Year Typing Class Might Remember This. Mr.
Melvin Sharpe Was Our Teacher,As Well As The Teacher Of Most Our
Parents. I Had Complained Many Many Times To Him About The
"Old" Royal
Manual Typewriter That Had Been Assigned To Me. The Keys Would
"Stick" No Matter How Slow You Typed. Now All Of You Know
That We Had Speed Test. I Suffered Thru Typing Test For The First
Three Six Weeks. Mr. Sharpe Would Do Nothing To Help Me Out.
Wellllllll- It Came Time For The Mid-Term Typing Test, & Guess
What! I Started The Test & The Keys Went To Sticking Again. I
Thank Mr. Sharpe For Assigning Me To The Back Row, By The Window, By
The Fire Escape Facing The Football Field. "Out The Window The
Typewriter Went". Mr. Sharpe Almost Hit The Ceiling &
Almost Had A Heartattack. He Grabbed Me By The Arm & Down Three
Flights Of Steps, Missing Most Of Them,He Drug Me To Mr. Couvillions
Office. He Was So Mad & So Red In The Face That He Could Hardly
Speak. I Had To End Up Paying $40.00 For That Piece Of C--- Of A
Typewriter & Believe Me, That Was A Lot Of Money Back Then. Even
Our Senior Rings Didn't Cost That Much. Needless To Say, I Got A
"F" On The Midterm Test But Still Managed To Pass For The
Year.
It Was Stupid To Throw The Typewriter Out The Window But I Don't
Regret Doing It To This Day.
Ronnie Dupree
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Memory Lane: Entered
by Bill Hunt on 12/31/00: On a
fairly warm December night in about 1951, the Bunkie Boys and Girls
basketball team traveled all the way to Marksville via our best
school bus. The rivalry between these two small towns was
always at a peak, however for some reason it was far greater than
usual. I think Bunkie had possibly beaten Marksville that year
in football, so they were still "smarting" from that.
I happened to be a second stringer on the basketball team so I was
there that night. We apparently had a few extra seats on the
school bus and two or three other non players rode with us.
After the games were over, the coach hurried us into the bus to
possibly eliminate any type confrontation between the Bunkie and
Marksville students. Before pulling off from the parking
space, coach Ralph Edwards noticed that one of the
"riding" students was missing, and about that time the
school bus door banged loudly and opened. In jumped the
missing student with no uncertainty of haste, with his shirt mostly
torn off and in shreds. We were told in the following few
days, that pieces of his shirt was worn by the Marksville students
as a trophy like emblem. That Bunkie student is now a local
M.D. and a very fine State Senator from Bunkie. He also
married one of Marksville's favorite high school majorettes thus,
I'm sure, eliminating all of the rivalry between Bunkie and
Marksville. Bill Hunt, Athens, AL
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Big Dummies:
Entered by Pat Ryan
on 09/30/00: In 1960
Charles Griffin and I were so excited to have our new Big Red Bunkie
football jackets that we wore them to the Pelican Club in Marksville
on Saturday night. That's when you could get in the Pelican if you
could drive.
We may have been bragging a little since Marksville hadn't scored a
point on Bunkie in our football careers. We met up with Billy
Mixon and were having a big time till we noticed the famous and
notorious Marksville gang of NoYo,Jap and the Boys circling us like
sharks. It then dawned on us that we werewaving a Big Red flag
in their faces with our Bunkie football jackets. NoYo, Jap and
the Boys were in major fights outside the Pelican almost every
Saturday night.
Being famous Bunkie football players and lovers, and not famous
street fighters, we felt the girls would like us better with our
teeth. We then decided to make a quick exit and high tail it
out of enemy territory. Charles and I jumped in my '53 Pontiac
and Billy in his Buick and we didn't look back until we got back
home.
We then decided that if we were going back to the Pelican the Big
Red football jackets were staying home. We had may good times at
the Pelican on Saturday nights and at Lee's on Friday night.
Good Memories of Bunkie and Avoyelles,
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Memory Lane:
Entered by Russ Allor
on 09/29/00: In reading
anectotes about Bunkie I was reminded of an incident that
happened during my sophmore year at LSU (1953) I and a
close friend had applied for a 3 man dormitory room because they
were large. We had no idea who the third person would be but we
thought the two of us could handle anything. Our new roommate
arrived a day later. We both were pleased and exchanged some
introductory remarks. Then he surprised me by saying, "You are
from Bunkie, arent you?" I confirmed his suspicion and asked
how he knew. I remember the words to this day, "All you
people from Bunkie smile alike."
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Memory Lane:
Entered by Steve Saucier
on 09/29/00: I'm dong a
project in Marksville and Dwight Descant is the contractor, he
sent me a copy of an E mail that lists you as tiger sports
info director, Please include me in your mail out. The
incident they are talking about in 62 was something else. I
was left guard on defense, the ref was standing right behind me, He
blew his whistle and pushed me on the butt, so I stood
up, Brother Knoll came shooting past and Wayne Jeansonne who was
playing middle linebacker, punched him out. Talk about a
fight, I can still remember them hauling Big John Regard off
in handcuffs. Bubba Laborde was on the bench and came
running into the fight with his helmet off, He had a shiner for two
weeks.
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Memory Lane:
Entered by Pat Ryan
on 09/29/00: Hi Folks, Yesterday I was
visiting with Lionel Darce, one of my associates at AXA and he
said he had an interesting thing happen on Memorial Day. Lionel and
his wife live in Pineville, La. and were going to barbecue
Memorial Day but decided not to. His wife asked him to go to
the Sonic Drive Inn and get her a sandwich. He got there
and a young girl skated up, and took his order. When she
brought it to him she asked him if he were a veteran. He said
yes he was a Veteran of Korea and Vietnam. ( In fact he was a
Green Beret and medic in Vietnam three and a half years. One
year was normal tour). The young girl told Lionel she wanted
to thank him for her freedom. Lionel told her he got out
of the Army in 1968, and that was the first time anyone had
told him that. He gave her a $10.00 tip and left. Lionel
said you don't know what that meant to him. I don't know if
the girl did it on her own or Sonic asked them to, but it was a
great idea.
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Memory Lane:
Entered by Mary Charlotte
McConnell Shannon
on 09/23/00: Dear Bunkiens, Only in Bunkie something like
this can happen. Does anyone remember during the mid-Fifties
---when we had lunch hours at BHS---going to the Blue Moon to dance?
We had such a great time! All in fun. There's no place
like home and the memories that it brings.
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Memory Lane:
Entered by
Dr.
Gus W Weiss, Jr. on 09/23/00:
My Grandapa Joe Weiss ran a
Bunkie dry goods store, beginning about 1890, and had six children,
one being Gus Sr. my daddy. I grew up in Nashville but remember
visiting Bunkie in 1940, watching Gunga Din at the movies, drinking
boiled milk, and walking on authentic dusty roads. I now live in
Washington, DC and still own a bit of Bunkie property. Senator
Russell Long is my neighbor here in Watergate, a source of fabulous
stories and a grand person Thanks so very much and fondest
regards... PS--
Seymour Weiss was my third cousin.The family is convinced he got the
Deduct Box (or boxes)
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Memory Lane:
Entered by Walt Parrish
on 09/23/00: Dale thanks for your nice letters ,We always
enjoy reading them . You know I came to Louisiana in 1980 to visit
Madi Gras and I met My wife Mary Fontenot in the big town of Mamou
At Fred's lounge. Had a blast so to make a long story short we
married And on A Sunday drive we found Bunkie. So we moved to a
little place out of town named Gold Dust where we bought a house and
have lived here ever since . And I think you people are so lucky to
have grown up here In this land of god. Thanks for letting this
Yankee join y'all ! Walton Parrish 124 Walton Lane Bunkie 71322.
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Memory Lane: Entered
by Lavergne Reed Starkey
on 09/22/00:It's
Biology class and we're talking about disecting things. Steve
Mayer (remember him?!) asks - Mr. Meredith, can we disect a cow?
Well, Mr. Meredith got all nervous and shook up and said - Steve,
you know we can't disect a cow; how are we going to get it up here
(3rd floor)? You know a cow can't climb stairs! Needless
to say, the class erupted in hoots & Mr. Meredith had a heck of
a time trying to get us back under control. Another fond
memory - HUA Bernard - remember Hua the janitor? Everywhere
you looked - every map that was raised, every piece of paper on a
bulletin board that was turned over - there were millions of HUAs
written everywhere! Boy did we have fun with that guy! So glad
that you and Dale are doing this - it's GREAT. Keep up the
good work.
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Big Dummy: Entered
by Dale
J. Descant on 09/20/00:
On
9/14/00, as I poured my 1st cup of coffee at about 4:45 AM, I felt a
warm sensation on the top of my bare feet. To my dismay, it
was coffee running off the top of the cabinet counter. It
seems I was pouring my coffee to a cup that I was holding upside
down. The sad part is, I was watching this evolution take
place and did not respond until the coffee hit my feet. I know
this borders on 'Memory Loss"
also, I'll let you make the determination.
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Memory Lane: Entered
by Sandra
Juneau Descant on 09/20/00:This
event took place in my Biology class taught by dear Mr. Meredith.
It seems during that time in my life I had a great knack for
whistling like a bird with my mouth closed. Mr. Meredith would
go bonkers. He could not figure out where the sound was coming
from. This went on for most of the school year. One day
as I chirped away, oblivious to my surroundings, I opened my
eyes and there was Mr. Meredith...about six inches from me staring
me right in the face. Needless to say I was on my way to Mr.
C's office for the rest of the day.
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Memory Loss: Entered
by Dale
J. Descant on 09/20/00.I
have often found myself walking around with an item in my hand
wondering what I was doing or where I was going with that particular
item. Examples: Why
did I put the ketchup bottle in my sock drawer and my sock in the
frig; Why did I talk to my wife briefly and then wonder all
over the house looking for her. I looked everywhere except the
room I had just talked to her in.
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ok y'all---we share these with
you in hopes you will share your Bloopers with us. We hope
this will be another successful page within the annals of www.bunkie.com.
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