Memories Shared in 2009-2012
Does anyone remember the time the gasoline truck hit the train? We lived close by and didn't realize anything had happened until we heard the "booms" from the tires exploding. We looked out and saw the big fire and everyone was being evacuated to the end of the street near Jolly Drug. This was probably about 1957, maybe even earlier.
Jolly Drug had the best cherry cokes around. Mr. Jolly always watched us if looked at the comic books - didn't want us reading them unless we bought them.
I can remember Earl Smith tying a hood of a car to the back of his car. It was turned upside down and we rode in it down Phillips Ave. It was more dangerous than we were aware of at the time as the hood would sway back and forth, somtimes near the rear wheels of his car.
Some of us girls got to go to Enid with the band while we were in the eighth grade since we were twirlers. We were wowed with the attention when D. L. Malicoat showed us how to play poker in the hall.
I can remember Miss Noel in biology class imitating an amoeba with her mouth and of course, Mr. George shedding tears when Stonewall Jackson died. He always said that God had Stonewall Jackson killed so the North could win the war. He also would warn us about marrying someone who had low standards. Miss Dynes said we shouldn't get married - that anyone could get a man. We wondered where hers was (didn't realize that wasn't an option to her). We were always amazed that Mrs. Thompson could cut the straightest line with her hands shaking like they did. Mrs. Forbus was the best math teacher ever. Miss Harrell was always so nice to me, helping me to find a book she thought would interest me. She and Mrs. Patman visited me in the hospital after I graduated and brought me a gift. I was so fortunate to have Mrs. Sparks for English in the eighth grade - a very good teacher. Mrs. Adams was so patient in teaching bookkeeping and shorthand. I can remember Miss Moore in the fifth grade calling Cheryl Adams, Virginia Pirtle and me in after class and making us aware that our private "PAB" club made other girls feel left out.
09-2: The video of Phillips Before and After is outstanding!
I read several memories of the black dusters in the fifties, and I remember them well. I'm guessing that they happened some time between 1953 and 1955. We had these dusters two years in a row. I especially remember the second one because it started raining during that one. I think I was in Mrs. Willis' fifth grade classroom (about 1954) when the mud balls starting hitting those tall classroom windows. You don't forget something like that.
We were taking a test in Mr.
George’s class one day and he left the room for a few minutes, as he often
did. Ms. Noel came down the hall to get a mop out of the janitor’s closet in
the hallway near Mr. George’s room to clean up a spill in her lab. She whips
open the janitor closet door and lo and behold, Mr. George was standing over
the sink with it “whipped out” and was taking a wiz in the sink in the
janitor’s closet, as he often did, so he wouldn’t have to walk all the way to
the boy’s restroom and be gone from class too long.
09-4: I had
forgotten about Coach Harris teaching. I am sure I had him for some subject,
but I have forgotten what it was. Maybe World History. I just remember him
being the head football coach. I would have liked to have seen him after I
matured. He was a good and wise man, I am sure. Unfortunately, we ended our
relationship on a bad note. In the pre-season, just-before school started,
summer football workout sessions of my senior year, I quit the team over a
09-5 I enjoyed reading the comments about Coach Harris. Coach Harris was an assistant coach under Coach Chesty Walker. In 1956 I sustained a severe knee injury playing football. During the drive to the Oklahoma City St. Anthony's Hospital, Coach Walker told me that I was his last official duty because he had decided to accept another coaching position and move on to the University of Washington as an assistant coach under Texas A&M's Jim Owens. Instead of being in the hospital for a week, I was confined as an inpatient for about two months trying to overcome the infection and undergoing the mandatory rehab. Coach Joe Means worked with me during those months and I never saw Coach Walker again.
Sometime during the 1980s, my wife and I were shopping in a local Austin, Texas mall at Hickory Farms. I spotted a very familiar looking gentlemen. At the time, I was a business manager for a large group of physicians. I thought the gentleman might have been a physician from my past healthcare employment. I was in a quandry because I simply couldn't remember his name or where I had known him. I introduced myself and asked if he was a physician. He said, rather abruptly, "No, I am a high school football coach in Amarillo, Texas and I will never forget you because of your knee injury playing Phillips Blackhawk football!" I was stunned and then embarrassed when he laughed and informed me that he was Coach Harris and that he was taking a break from a coaching conference. We enjoyed a very pleasant, unforgettable conversation. It had been about thirty years since my injury and I hadn't seen him since that glorious era. I had physically changed dramatically and had two children attending the University of Texas. I was amazed about his awesome memory about me and attention to detail. It is true that sometimes we live in a very small world.
09-6 I am one of the few people who attended Phillips School, but never graduated. I attended grades K-3 at Phillips, before they closed. I can remember walking from 105 "B Ave" a few yards to the school. I can also remember my grandpa, Alivin Herman Brokob, parking his truck after he got off work out front of our house. Although he was tired after a long day at the valve shop, he would still have time to walk to the football field and throw a ball with me. I miss Phillips, and the comradery that seemed to encompass the residents there. As a child I remember going to all of the home games, and seeing the Hutchinson County Sheriff's Deputies who were always there. It was one of the reasons I chose to go into the profession that I am in. People in the Phillips community always respected their Sheriff's Office and each other. I wish my kids had a chance to go to a home football game in Phillips, to experience even a few minutes of solace, knowing that no one was going to shoot you or even say a foul word while in attendance. It was a sense of patriotism that I wish was still prevalent today. In any event I am a Blackhawk, and I hope that the continued support of memories past will enlighten and inspire those whose futures we are responsible for.
11-01 Becky Spradlin, Class of 66: I skipped school once. My best friend, Steve McKee, was home ill with pneumonia. I skipped class to go see him. My next class was Chemistry. My name was called over the speaker to come to the office. Opps! When I got to Mr. Kimmins' office, my mother was sitting there. Twas not “pretty”. BUT, it was worth it….got to see my best friend and be sure he was OK!
11-02 Mr. George is responsible for my love of history. I read history books all the time. I have two on my desk right now, "Helmet for My Pillow" by Robert Leckie and "Empire of the Summer Moon" by S.C.Gwynne. Most folks are bored with history but thanks to Mr. George, I can't get enough of it.
Has anyone mentioned his "Rainy Day Questions". He was always mentioning a topic, usually the War of Northern Aggression, when he would stop and tell the class, "this would be a good rainy day question". The one I really have no answer for is "Why did Fighting Joe Hooker charge up Lookout Mountain". Anyone have that answer?
11-03 In 1965 PHS presented a musical entitled
“Girl Crazy”. Mrs. Roe was the driving force and I had the good fortune
to work on that project. There were 2 leading ladies and 2 leading men.
Becky Spradlin and Ralph Jackson were one duo while Judith Windel and
Danny Dawson were the other. I did not have a part in the program but
worked at borrowing the sets from Borger High School. Scott Sutphen and
I laid them on top of Sutphen’s old BBQ catering van and tied them down.
What happened during the trip back to Phillips is another story
altogether. I wish Scott was around to laugh at that fiasco with me.
Once back in Phillips, we all set about re-painting the background sets,
As best I
can remember, 55 or 56 years ago. That was my freshman year. I bought
balloons and threw a few and then sold balloons at a little profit. Some
one hit a bus, I believe and crashed in the top. Someone turned us it
from the office building across the street. So everyone was lined up in
the hallway of the hotel and Kimmins started the interrogation and of
course, I confessed. They were going to send me home early until those
who participated (dozens, I believe) were found out so no one was sent
home. A few days later as you may remember the school supt. Lee Johnson
had a heart attack and died.