One of my
favorite memories is sneaking into the school during the weekends
and smooching with my girlfriend in the 7th grade. We would try
all of the doors, and sometimes find one that was open. We would
then walk through the halls and periodically stop and kiss.
Neither of us were experienced kissers…… so there was no tongue
wrestling or exchanging of slobber. Talk about "puppy love!"… I
had a severe case of it. We even sneaked into the empty busses by
the swimming pool and kissed, and kissed, and kissed…… oh what
Free Fair was named so because it did not cost anything to get
into the fair grounds!
Snipe hunting was legal back then! Nolan Duncan was Scoutmaster
when I was in Troop '66. Advancement wasn't a big issue with him
but having a great time certainly was. The camping trips in that
old school bus; summer camp at Camp Kiowa. We used to meet in the
basement of the Methodist Church. Never got to go on the 'big
trip' to Colorado.
Does anyone remember being a member of Boy Scout Troop 66?
Considering some of our activities, its a wonder that we survived.
One evening we hiked down the canyons toward "Elephant Rock" and
the new members were required to walk across a rather long
pipeline over a deep chasm. I don't think a merit badge was
involved for that effort. The campouts involving "snipe hunts" are
particularly favorite memories!
O.K.! I recall drinking pineapple Dr. Peppers at Jolly Drug
Store. I also remember watching weak signals from an Oklahoma City
TV station on one of the first TVs in Phillips located in Joe's
Drug Store. "Crusader Rabbit" was my favorite show at the time. I
enjoyed attaching bacon to a string and fishing for crawdads out
of the sewer. It also seems to me that a bunch of my buddies
actually went "skinny dipping" in one of those narrow "streams" of
water. But, my favorite memories are of the Phillips Community
Hall dances after football games. Who can ever forget the sights,
sounds and aromas of the nearby Phillips refinery during some of
those special evenings?
I wonder if there are any of the 3rd Street gang out there who
remember sliding down the tank dike on cardboard boxes. Who needed
As I read all of these memories, I continually recall more and
more of my own experiences of growing up in Phillips. I lived
across the street from the "big hole" which was a park. I can
remember when the sewer man came to pump out the sewer. It was a
rare thrill to watch him pump out that gray gunk with what we
thought were miniature balloons floating in the gunk.
Another one of our favorite activities occurred immediately
following sudden thunderstorms which would dump large amounts of
water. As soon as possible following one of these storms, we would
grab our inner tubes and scramble down the hills to Dixon Creek.
We would then strip down to nothing and leap into the creek, which
had swelled to a small river after the storms, and float down the
river. While we gloriously bobbed down Dixon Creek, we would dodge
the cow chips, snakes, and lizzards. A few times, we even
discovered a whirlpool. We were crazy enough to dive into the
whirlpool just to experience it's effects on us. Fortunately, it
always launched us out a short distance down stream of where we
entered it. I have always attributed my good health to consuming
enough of that polluted water to help me develop a high degree of
Someone mentioned walking to Jolly Drug on Sunday afternoon -
there's never been another "cherry lime squeeze" that tasted like
the ones made there. How 'bout walking up & down Phillips Ave. (or
all over town for that matter) hoping your latest crush would stop
to pick you up? Do kids walk anywhere anymore?
How many remember Mrs. Lister (1st Grade teacher), who either
hit you with a ruler or pulled your hair at some time whether you
were in her class or not? Also, was anyone in Mrs. Haren's 4th
grade class? Remember having a picnic in her backyard and seeing
all the irises. Also her great reading of "The Little Boy and the
After reading the Jolly's post below, I recalled several things
about growing up in Phillips. I was wondering how many folks can
remember riding a bicycle behind the DDT truck. We always had
great fun riding in the fog of DDT which the truck produced.
Considering that we also grew up in houses with asbestos shingles,
and inhaled all of the wonderful fumes from the plant, I suppose
that we should all be dead by now. Another situation which I
didn't really appreciate at the time, was the offensive odors
which were released from the plant on Friday night when we had a
home football game. Since my high school years, I've visited with
several former football players from other towns who stated that
those fumes nearly made them sick. I suppose that we had one of
the best home field advantages around!
Just wanted to see how many people remember Jolly Drug and
running all the way there during the half time of the basketball
games. I remember walking to Jolly's on Sunday afternoon and
getting a cherry lime. How about the old community hall where we
used to have dances on Friday or Saturday night?
Remember that we (or was it only me) thought "pot" was
something you cooked in (until later) and no one was worried about
having 10 or more people drink from your Coke (of course the
backwash was nasty!).
Who remembers: The guys putting Mrs. Roe's cars up on the
sidewalk and the "fertilizer" that found it's way to the front
lawn on Western Day, along with the outhouse on top of the school?
I remember the funny antics between Mrs. Smith and Coach
Dawson. There were quite a few occasions when they were dumping
their trash cans in the other's room! We always wondered if she
would get her chain out and show Coach Dawson what a linking verb
was all about!
I am from the class of '61. My story about Miss Boyd wouldn't
be in the funny classification, but I would like to tell it
anyway. Miss Boyd was a very strict and a very devoted English
teacher. She was so well liked by me and other classmates that we
chose to have her for English from our Sophomore through our
Senior years. As a member of Mr. Robbins' and Mrs. Creel's band
(also excellent music teachers), there were times when we would
have band trips where we would have to leave school early for
football games or competitions. If one of the classes that was
going to be missed was Miss Boyd's English class, we were expected
to make up what was to be done in her class before we left. There
were times when we were in her class room at 6 A.M. doing the oral
work or tests that were to be done that day. We may have grumbled
about having to do this, but this was a sacrifice for her to be
there that early. I had two brothers and a sister who also
graduated from Phillips High School. We talk about the excellent
teachers that we were so fortunate to have during our school