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 Remembering
Mike McNaught.....
I would guess we were both about ten
years old. One winter day, after
school, I walked with Mike to his
house. He lived on the other side of
town. I remember throwing snow balls
all the way to his house. Aiming at
trees, birds, dogs, younger kids,
Gosh, we would be arrested today.
Mike was really into "army" stuff. I
am sure that came from his Dad,
Garner, who was such an active Vet
in the Glidden Community. Mike lived
in a big old house on the far East
part of town. Mike showed me some of
his "army" toys. Remember those
little green army men? Well, Mike
had one heck of a collection,
complete with tanks, planes, trucks
and artillery pieces. I was
more into cowboys and Indians. The
Davy Crockett era was still very
popular in my neighborhood. Remember
the log cabin in the back of the
other Moorhouses' yard? We had some
great fights on that log cabin,
complete with rubber band guns and
using wire hangers and clothes pins
as bows and arrows. Mike and I got
out a bunch of blankets and made
hills and valleys as our
battlefield. It was great fun.
When it came time for a snack, I was
introduced to a wonderful treat
called cinnamon toast. You mix
cinnamon with sugar, add lots of
butter to the toast and then shake
the cinnamon mixture on the toast.
What a treat!! I am not sure the
Tryons ever had cinnamon. We must
have eaten half of a loaf of bread.
We had great fun playing "army" and
then it was time for me to go home.
It was very dark (no daylight
savings time) and it became very,
very cold. I remember running home
with my hands and feet just
freezing. My gloves/mittens were
soaked wet from throwing snow balls
and now my hands were in such pain..
The old North Wind was right in my
face. When I finally got home, my
hands were aching so bad, that my
Mother put them into warm water. I
could not feel a thing. My brothers
and sisters were laughing and
telling me how they were gonna have
to amputate.....Geeze, I was scared.
Mike also sat with me during band
practice and lessons. He too played
a coronet. About the time we got
into high school. Mr. Eich (sp?)
moved Mike to the tuba section. That
left just me with the trumpets and I
was TERRIBLE. Mike played basketball
and football with us. I wish I could
tell him today how nice his Mom was
with my Mom and Dad. Jeaner is quite
a pistol and always would fill me in
on the latest news about Mike. I
don't think I ever saw Mike after
our graduation day. Did anyone
else?. Mike was always a good egg
and a guy who was always fun to be
with......Pretty depressing that he
has passed so soon.......d.tryon |
