Both of these fellows shared youthful memories. They are pictured left to right Herman Schultz and Wyatt Payne. When I was in high school, I needed to borrow a typewriter. Herman said I could use his. When he came to pick me up to go back to his house, I was wearing slacks and a shirt. He asked me to change into a dress. Although it irritated me, I changed into the dress because I needed to use his typewriter. He was concerned because I would be meeting his aunt.
When Kathleen and I were about 10 and 11 a bunch of us were down at the Morningside Park playing baseball. I was at bat, Kathleen had batted before me and had made it to 2nd base. Wyatt was covering 2nd base. I could see that he was picking on Kathleen, so I threw down my bat and ran out to him and got into it with him. He got the better of me so, Kathleen, Susan Hood and I marched ourselves over to his house and told his mom. That afternoon, we got a call from Wyatt. He wanted to drop by our house. His mom made him go to English Pharmacy buy me a box of chocolates, put on a suit and tie and the two of them came over to give me the candy and an apology. There is more to tell, but that I will do later. I believe that this is as fond a memory for Wyatt as it is for me. He gave me his mother's telephone number in Dallas. I told him I was going to call her and tell her that he beat me up again. On a sad note, our childhood friend Susan Hood died within the last couple of years. Additionally, her younger sister Kelly has died as well. Their parents, Betty and Frank, live in Fort Worth. I may try to visit them
The saturday night function was held at the Elks Lodge. Some of the Elks came in to watch the first game of the World Series. John Pastusek was one of them and he said to tell Patrick HI. So, Pat, consider yourself told.
Posted by Rita at October 19, 2003 05:27 PMThat sounds like you had a lot of fun at your reunion; I had a chat with Grama this afternoon and she said you had a ball. She also recounted the Wyatt story to me--she found that most amusing. What a ferocious older sister you must have been!
Posted by: Elizabeth at October 19, 2003 11:42 PMWhat a neat story - it would be fun to talk to his mother now and see what her memory is of the incident.
Posted by: Cynthia at October 20, 2003 07:33 AM