20 years ago: England in May

Horses somewhere between London and Cambridge, closer to Cambridge than to London.

Regent's Park, London. The pigeons got to share a turkey sandwich with us, but one pigeon unexpectedly flipped a piece of turkey onto his or her back. The others were left to ponder the situation:  "Just how peckish are we feeling at the moment?"

Einstein disguised not as Robin Hood (re: Desolation Row by Bob Dylan) but as somebody's pissed off grandmother with a mustache. This is a Madame Tussaud wax figure in the lobby of the London Planetarium,  which is now part of Madame Tussaud's and no longer a planetarium.  The show we saw there in May of 1996 was as underwhelming as this likeness of Einstein. We can hope they've got a better wax figure of Albert now.

Spring 1966 photos

Easter of course. Jeff missing.

Hunter and hound (Arch and Nosey).

50 years ago: My first duck

I hope to be able to scan this so that it looks better and shows the whole slide. You can't see the single shot .410 shotgun on my right because I couldn't get the scanner to scan the whole slide. The gun was my big Christmas present that year, when I was 11. Also, you can't see Steven poking his head up over the top of the car, by standing on the front bumper, thus getting himself in the (original) photo.

I can't tell if the photo was taken at Drakes Landing (which we called the Duck Camp) or at Cherry Street, but most likely I wouldn't have brought the duck home in this condition.  It normally would be plucked and gutted and wrapped in white freezer paper at the Camp.

Nosey of course is the curious dog in the photo. The car is Daddy's car, a 4-door, vinyl-topped, LTD. The license has a "2" on it because at the time Jefferson county was the second most populous county, next to Pulaski.  The 1959 just happens to be the sequential number of the plate, nothing to do with the year 1959.  The year the license was issued is shown above the license number:  "Arkansas 65".

Here's a lightened-up version, but I still wasn't able to scan the full photo:

Dogs, present and passed

 This one is a double-exposure slide, taken by my father in 1966 at our Cherry Street house, of our beagle named Nosey.  He was later exiled to life on the Trulock farm after biting a bicycle rider on Cherry Street. Beagles aren't supposed to chase or bite.  Nosey did.  My grandfather always called him Snoopy instead of Nosey.

This is a picture I took earlier this year of Mollie, Rita's beagle.  This chair originally belonged to Rita's great aunt in Dermott.

 A picture Rita took of Mollie.

 My dog Jessie on the floor by the bed in my back bedroom a few years ago.

 Jessie again, at the farm early this year or late last year.

One of the last photos I took of Jessie, in the dining room at my house about six months ago.  She died of a sudden heart weakness or similar acute circulation problem over the course of the day (and two visits to the vet) on October 12.

Photos except Nosey were taken with non-smart phones.

Forrest Park Rangers 1965

 

Coach Tommy Bailey on the left.  Don't know the other coach's name. Cheerleaders: Margaret Lundy, Cindy Wooten, Marti Bellingrath, Jane McGeorge.  So many familiar faces I can't quite identify!  But I’ll start with the back row, and try to name as many as possible.  I’ve been in touch with Robbie McClaran (mcclaran.com) recently and thanks to him, I now have more names to put in. He also pointed out that Southwood Elementary had players on the Forrest Park team. If you see wrong identifications or can supply names I don’t have already, let me know!  Update November 2016: Names appearing in red were supplied recently by Phillip McNulty, tentatively. He suggested the player I identified as Frankie Wilson is actually Liam Waddle (first row).

Row 4:  me, David Meyers, Doug Clary, Bill Owen, Jim Kennedy, Grant Norwood, Mike Galster, Lee Smart, Curt (or Kurt) Patton, Dennis (Clegg) May, Sieg Johnson, Steve McIntyre, Burt Locke.

Row 3:  Scotty Mims, Greg Price, Bill Bodie, Mike Hart, George Puddephatt, Chuck Barrett, John (or Jimmy?) Sweatt, Pat Calkins, Mark Barrett?, ?, John Talbot?, ?.

Row 2:  ?, ?, Otis Lundy, Doug Tharp, George Baker?, Mike Tracy, Roger Smart, Steven Trulock, Meigs Brainard, ?, John Hooker?, Scott Heirs?, Chuck Sudduth, Bill Shepherd.

Row 1:  ?, Ralph Smith, Robbie McClaran, Richard Taylor?, Jimmy Achorn, Margaret, Cindy, Marti, Jane, Mike Joseph?, Frankie Wilson?, ?, Hyman Turpin, David Lee.  

Mike Tracy is in there somewhere, not sure which one. I would expect that Mark and Lane Townsend should be in there, and don't know why they aren't, unless they waited until they were older to start playing football?

Whether it was Steven or me who circled some people’s faces and put the X on Marti, I don’t recall, and don’t know what for, either.  Marti did go to girls’ prep school after the 8^th grade and thus was no longer in the Pine Bluff School system.  Also I had a crush on her in that grade and tried to flirt with her, to no avail. But being that young, I don’t think I’d even be looking at an “old” picture from the 6^th grade, much less marking on it.

Trulock bros as football fans, Little Rock '65

Four Trulock brothers, in front of our grandmother's house in Little Rock. In order of ascending age: Arch, Greg, Steven, David.  You can see that I have an injured middle finger on my left hand.  It came from playing football!  Or trying to play.  During practice with the Forrest Park Rangers, when I was trying to catch a pass, a bone in my finger got chipped.  That was the extent of my school-related football activity.  I sat out the rest of the season, which was okay with me. I would not have gotten to play, anyway, except in the last game of the season "under the lights" at the high school field, when every team member got to play.  I don't recall if I really wanted to play in that game or not.  I think not!  Steven, who was also on the team like me for only one year, got to play under the lights, and made one spectacular tackle, stopping the guy with the ball who was about to make a touchdown.  My only claim to fame from that football season was the metal finger brace on my middle finger.  It really stood out when I had my left hand on the handlebar of my bicycle.  Kind of showed my opinion of the Forrest Park football program at the time.

Greg's third birthday, Arch as baby, 1963

Top photo: David, Lynne, Greg (blowing out candles), Jeff, Steven (empathizing with blowing out candles), and our grandmother, Francis Andrews Trulock.  Late November 1963.

Bottom photo: Arch, two months old, December 1963.