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Issue 375 – Old Friends, Revisited

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Issue 375     –     June 17, 2018     –     An Occasional Journal

Old Friends, Revisited

Friends -- it takes a long time to grow an old friend

There just ain’t nothin’ quite like old friends.

Oh, sure, new friends are wonderful, too. That’s one reason we moved from Edmond, Oklahoma here to Bradenton, Florida exactly five years ago. Back there we lived in a larger, comfortable house in a very nice neighborhood. We were involved in church activities, and I often performed my original cowboy poetry and stories at Western venues and events from Arkansas to California and from Texas to Montana. We also hosted many music jams and church groups in our home with as many people as we could crowd into our spacious living room. But, still, we could only name a few of our neighbors on our street. And not one ever reciprocated our hospitality by inviting us into their home even for just a cup of coffee. Maybe we should have changed our deodorant more often. I don’t know.

After we both retired, we were thinking of moving to a “nice beaches and warm water” area. We liked the idea of living in a gated 55+ community with a clubhouse, a pool and lots of scheduled activities from which to choose. Our hopes were high that kind of environment would make it easier to make new friends. And I am delighted to say that is exactly what happened. Now as we take our regular two-mile walk around the inside perimeter of our community of some 270 homes, I am amazed at how I can look at so many houses and recite the owners names. We found the situation here encourages mixing with the current residents and getting to know the new ones. Peggy and I are very pleased with our lives down here. We are thankful for the way our little Florida experiment has worked out over the past five years. 

Having said that, I’ll return to my main point: there is really nothing quite like maintaining old friendships. That is no small or easy thing to do, though, is it? Over our 56 years of marriage, and because of our different memberships and activities, some of our closest friends are those we only get to be with for two or three days each year . . . or two . . . or five years or more. Still, it is a joy each time we get together.

Friends in Council Bluffs, Iowa

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For example, Peggy and I moved with our two small kids from Stroud, Oklahoma to Council Bluffs, Iowa in 1975. That was so I could serve as the preaching minister for the Southside Christian Church at 1919 S. 10th Street. During our relatively brief two-year stay, we made many friends. Lots of ’em. We were in and out of each other’s home, playing cards and games and going to the lake and on picnics and shopping trips to nearby Omaha, Nebraska. They were a great group of folks to be around.

Then in 1977, we moved back to Oklahoma where I became the preacher for our “home congregation,” the Stroud Christian Church in Stroud, Oklahoma. During the next three or four years, at least four families from Council Bluffs went off the beaten path to visit us. Slowly, though, we lost track of most of them. Life moved on. Oh, yes, there were a few we corresponded with for several years by letters and an occasional phone call. But it was more difficult to stay in touch, back then. You see, Virginia, there were no such things as “texts,” “emails,” or Skype back in the Dark Ages.

Time and distance took its toll on those friendships. Fast forward to 2018. We were invited to attend the 75th anniversary of the Kearney Church of Christ in Kearney, Nebraska. That’s where Peggy’s father preached from 1945 to 1954, before accepting a pastorate in Ventura, California. To attend this celebration, we would need to fly into Omaha and rent a car. Hmmmm. That got us to thinking. Council Bluffs is just across the Missouri River from Omaha. We wondered whether we should try to see whomever might be left of our old friends — from 41 years ago. We reasoned that many if not most of the people we had know fairly well in Council Bluffs had died. No doubt others had moved away or for whatever reason might have no interest in seeing us. Hmmmm. But . . . just maybe . . . . 

I was able to contact one of our dear friends from that era, Robert J. (“Bob”) Anderson. He and his son, Ron Anderson (who was a close friend with our son, Gene), and another Southsider named Larry Buckles (a current elder in the congregation; and a guy from Fletcher, Oklahoma) took the idea and ran with it. They decided to invite some of the old-timers to a reception for us at the church building on Wednesday, May 23rd at 1:00 pm. We wondered whether anyone would show up. After all, it had been . . . 41 years . . . yep, 41 years since we last set foot in Council Bluffs.

Larry and Bob picked us up at our nearby hotel about 9 am on Wednesday morning. We went by the Southside church building and looked at the improvements they had made. Then we went to the upstairs offices and I got to stand inside my old office for the first time in 41 years. It was occupied by the current preacher, Scott Weber, and we visited with him for quite some time. He is a new friend but with an interesting connection. He laughed as he told me he heard me speak a long time ago. In about 1976, I was invited to speak at a Bible lectureship at Nebraska Christian College in Norfolk, Neb. (Johnny Carson’s hometown, by the way). “I was a student in that audience,” Scott said with a smile. Any, another nice memory to add to my collection. I really liked Scott and I pray he will have a long and productive ministry with that congregation. 

Among those at the 1 pm reception were Bob Anderson, Larry Buckles, Gary and Barb Williams, Leo and Roberta Martin, George and Pam Roush, Jack and Carol Swanger and another couple, Craig and Annette Kruse. It was a wonderful time of hugging each other and sharing a lot of “Remember when . . . ?” moments.

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2018--05--23 06--B Council Bluffs, IA - Southside Christian - Larry Buckles

2018--05--23 07--A Council Bluffs, IA - Southside Christian - Roberta Martin

2018--05--23 07--B Council Bluffs, IA - Southside Christian - Leo Martin

2018--05--23 08--A Council Bluffs, IA - Southside Christian - Jack Swanger & Leo Martin

2018--05--23 09--A Council Bluffs, IA - Southside Christian - Gary Williams

2018--05--23 10--A Council Bluffs, IA - Southside Christian - Bob Anderson

2018--05--23 10--B Council Bluffs, IA - Southside Christian - Craig & Annette Kruse

2018--05--23 11--B Council Bluffs, IA - Southside Christian - group of men

Peggy and I first met George and Pam Rouse in 1975 or so when they were truth seeks, hungering for a closer walk with God. So Peggy and I and possibly some others met with them for prayer and Bible study over a long period of time. One evening Pam said she wanted to accept Christ, so we rejoiced at that and I baptized her. At this reception in 2018, she told me: “You gave me an inscribed copy of your brand new book, The Day Jesus Died. And in your inscription you suggested four things to remember and practice in my walk with the Lord. I have made those ideas part of my spiritual life ever since.” Another new memory for me, a very sweet and precious one.

George, on the other hand, was not ready to follow Pam’s lead. Not at that time. So we kept studying with and praying for him and loving on both of them. At this reception, George reminded us that one night we were all leaving the church building. Peggy was already in our car, but as George walked by she rolled down the window and said, “George, you know you really need to go ahead and accept Jesus as your Lord.” George smiled at her and said, “Peg, you’re kinda pushing me, aren’t you?” To which Peggy replied, “No, it’s not me. It’s the Holy Spirit pushing you, George.” He didn’t know quite what to say to that. But it wasn’t long before he, too, accepted Christ and I baptized him just as the apostles did Believers in the Book of Acts. Pam and George are still serving the Lord, and that is a tremendous encouragement to us.

The next day, on Thursday, May 24th, we spent all of the daylight hours being guided around to beautiful and historic sites in Council Bluffs and Omaha by Bob Anderson and Larry Buckles. The four of us nearly laughed ourselves silly, as we had often done “back in the good ol’ days.” Mid-morning we were joined for coffee by long-time Southsider Jerry Cook and also by Gary and Barb Williams (Gary retired from the CB Police Department some years ago with the rank of Assistant Police Chief).

2018--05--24 38--B Council Bluffs, IA - Gary & Barb Williams - by Stan Paregien

Larry Buckles drove us over to where his son, Travis Buckles, lives with his wife and children. Travis was just a pup when we knew him, a skinny blond-headed pre-teen who played on the church baseball team with our son. Travis has seven children and hasn’t strayed far from Council Bluffs all these years.

2018--05--24 39 Council Bluffs, IA - Stan Paregien, Travis and Larry Buckles - by Peggy Paregien

That evening, Bob Anderson invited us to his home for light refreshments. To our delight, we were joined by his son and daughter-in-law, Ron and Kelli Anderson, and by our mutual friend Aaron Jones. Aaron’s late parents, Harvey and Lilly Jones, were always kind and gracious toward us. And Aaron got the same gene. He actually worked with me as the Associate Minister at Southside for a time. He is a diligent student of the Word and a strong Believer. Aaron now lives at The Center in downtown Council Bluffs, a very nice senior citizen apartment complex built and operated by the city.

Ronnie Anderson spent a lot of time at our house there in Council Bluffs. He only lived a couple of blocks south of us, and he and our son were about the same age and on the church baseball team together, etc. Likewise, our son spent many hours at Bob and Chris Anderson’s house (she passed away, but he still lives in the same house) playing with Ronnie. Ron and Kelli have been active in youth ministry for several years, while working at other full-time jobs. Their son Noah Anderson is now a youth minister in Omaha.

2018--05--24 81 Council Bluffs, IA - Aaron Jones, Stan Paregien & Bob Anderson - by Peggy Paregien

2018--05--24 83--C Council Bluffs, IA - Ron & Kelli Anderson, S Paregien - by Peggy Paregien

As we hugged Ron and Kelli, I mentioned to her I had heard a lot of good things about her and I was so pleased to meet her. She smiled and then sort of shocked me when she said, “Oh, you have met me before. Both my sister and I were baptized into Christ by you.” Yikes. No covering up my senior moment that time. She reminded me she is a granddaughter of the late Wayne and Esther Rutledge (he was an elder back then and she played the organ in church).

When we left Council Bluffs on Friday morning, it was with both joy and sadness in our hearts. Extreme joy from such an uplifting and inspiring reunion with friends from 41 long years ago. And some sadness from knowing we’ll probably not see most of them again in this life. We praise the Lord, though, that there will be an eternity of reunion time when all of the Redeemed reach heaven.

NOTE:  I have posted a large number of “Albums” on different topics on my FLICKR account. You may view lots of photos of our visit to Council Bluffs in the “Iowa” Album on my FLICKR account, found at:  https://www.flickr.com/photos/114140996@N07/albums/72157695908387504

A High School Friend: John Ford

John Ford and I are right about the same age (I think he turns 77 this summer and I do so in October). His first eight years were spent with his parents in Bakersfield, Calif. Then his parents moved to Fillmore (Ventura County), California. That’s where he started 2nd grade. His father was a certified welder, working mainly in the oilfields. His folks (or maybe his grandparents) had migrated to California from Balko, Oklahoma — a tiny community in sparsely populated Beaver County in the panhandle.

I, on the other hand, was born in tiny Wapanucka, Oklahoma (south central Oklahoma, south of Ada and north of Durant). My parents (Harold and Evelyn Paregien), paternal grandparents (Frank and Mattie Paregien), and several uncles and an aunt and maybe an outlaw or two headed for Ventura County in 1942 to take advantage of all the war-time jobs available in the area. Several went to work for the U.S. Navy at Port Hueneme. My dad did that until the war ended, then he went back to farming. This time it was on the Todd Estate about three miles west of Santa Paula, working in the orange orchards. 

We lived for about three years near the Los Angeles County/Ventura County line on Highway 126, about six miles east of Piru, Calif. My dad worked in the orchards of English walnut trees owned by the large and historic Newhall Land & Farming Company (aka “Newhall Ranch”). The company provided an old, wood-framed house (no insulation) for us, located on the south side of the Highway, about 150 yards inside the Los Angeles County line. That was just enough that my sister Roberta and I could not go to the nearby schools in Ventura County (Piru and Fillmore). Instead, we rode the school bus a long way over to Castaic Elementary and me on to William S. Hart High School in Newhall (now Santa Clarita) for junior high. 

We left the Newhall Ranch in the summer of 1955 and moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Not since 1942 had my mom been able to live close to her parents, John and Vada Cauthen, who lived maybe four miles west of us. However, the wages were much lower there, so we loaded up another U-Haul trailer and moved back to Ventura County. My dad went to work farming orange trees on the Edwards Ranch, about a mile west of Piru. My mom soon became the Cafeteria Manager at Piru Elementary School. Later, she would be promoted to Cafeteria Manager at San Cayetano Elementary in Fillmore, then to Supervisor of all the school cafeterias in Fillmore and Piru. After a while that position was eliminated and she gracefully returned to her starting place: Piru Elementary, with Glenda Gregory DeJarnette helping her. Glenda also graduated with the Fillmore Class of 1959 and, when my mom retired, she became the manager.

So in September of 1956, I enrolled in the 10th grade at Fillmore. That is when my path crossed that of John Ford. In the spring of 1957, we were both on the Boxing Team under coach Simmons. We were both in the Lettermen Club (the he-man, me Tarzan organization on campus), though John lettered three years in track and I played two years of football, lettering my senior year. We were also in the social . . . and may I dare say, Christian . . . organization called Hi-Y. John played a mean clarinet in the band, while I horsed around in the Choir where the girls far outnumbered the boys and I liked the odds. And, of course, we attended various classes and special events together.

1950G graphic - a blast from our past1957-004--A Fillmore, CA - Boxing Match brochure - March 21, 1957

1957-004--B --Boxers - Stan Paregien

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1957-022--A Boxing Team FillmoreCA - March, 1957

1957-022--B Boxing Team FillmoreCA March, 1957

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1957-024zzz-- BoxingCoach EdSimmons

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1957-252 Fillmore, CA - Track Team

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1958-045--H--1984 article about '58 Football Team by Charles Mozley

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1959-026--K1 Seniors--Large Group - Stan Paregien, John Ford - Fillmore, CA

1959-026--K2--C---Seniors-- John Ford - Fillmore, CA

1959-026--K3--Seniors Fillmore, CA -- Stan Paregien

1959-026--K4--Seniors Fillmore, CA -- John Ford

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1959-031-B Fillmore, CA - Letterman Club - StanParegien, Clint Anderson, John Ford

1959-071 Fillmore, CA -- Officers for the Class of 1959

1959-120--B Hi-Y-Club---FillmoreCA Ferrill Williams, Stan Paregien & John Ford

1959-136--D--TRACK - Fillmore, CA

1959-136--E--TRACK - Fillmore, CA - John Ford

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However, . . . John and I never did double-date at the drive-in movie theater in Santa Paula or take our respective dates up in the balcony (passion pit) at the Fillmore Theater; we were not beer drinkin’ buddies; we never backed each other in street rumbles; we never did sleepovers at each other’s houses; we never burned any midnight oil together at any late-night study sessions; we never did go fishing together up Sespe Creek; we never got together and went cat hunting at night, driving by the orange orchards and shining lights down the rows; we never did drag racing together; etc., etc., and so forth. There were just a whole lot of thing we never did together. We were certainly acquainted, but we ran in different circles I guess.

Then came graduation night in June of 1959. And afterward, like those tiny fluffy cottonwood seeds, we scattered with the wind to here, there and everywhere. I would never see most of those classmates again. Ever. That fall I drove my 1955 Ford to Amarillo, Texas to study ministry at a small private school. John Ford, meanwhile, put his track shoes on and tried to outrun the military draft. Yes, Virginia, the government did such a thing back then. Ever hear of Viet Nam? It was coming, and eventually John would go there. But before that he enrolled at nearby Ventura College. He told me he lasted about 13 weeks before seeing he was not college material right then. So he decided he would join the U.S. Marines, but . . . their recruiting office was way up in Santa Barbara or such. “Not to fear,” he thought, and turned around and joined the U.S. Navy because their office was in Ventura.

While in the U.S. Navy, he was trained in electronics. Very sophisticated electronics. He worked in that field the rest of his working career. Somewhere in that process, John married a Fillmore girl from the Class of 1962. They moved to the Washington, D.C. area, where he eventually earned his bachelor’s and master’s degrees. He went to work for the Department of Education in their Information Technology department. He and his first wife had a family, then as things sometimes happen, he and his first wife divorced. Later, he married a native of China named Ying, who had a son by a previous relationship. They are all active in hikings, biking, etc. Ying Ford even competes in the “Iron Woman” world events, the next being in Chattanooga, Tenn., in late September.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch in Piru, . . . I married a foreigner myself, a cutie named Peggy Allen (daughter of W.W. “Woody” & Pauline Allen) from way over yonder in Ventura, Calif. That was on May 31, 1962. We moved to Nashville, Tenn., that August and I entered Lipscomb University. I graduated with my B.A. in Speech Communication in 1965. Next we moved to Albuquerque, N.M. Peggy went to work as a new accounts rep at the Bank of New Mexico and I started work on my master’s at the University of New Mexico. Little did we know, there was something suspect about the water supply there . . . because in a few months she was very much pregnant. 

We received a bouncing baby boy in Las Cruces, New Mexico in September of 1966. And I received my M.A. in Speech Communication from UNM. Upward and onward, as I worked toward my goal of one day teaching speech in some college. In the summer of 1968, we moved to Oklahoma City. I enrolled at the University of Oklahoma. Sixty class hours and one language later, I received . . . nothing. I had run out of both energy and money without completing two more things: (1) one more language requirement; and (2) writing my dissertation. 

So I dropped out of graduate school and took a sales job. Later, I would return to preaching full-time, and then back to sales of one kind or another, mainly. We spent twenty years (1993-2013) living in Edmond, Okla. Peggy spent most of that time working at the Southwest Airlines reservation center in Oklahoma City. After we both retired, we moved here to Florida. We had two children: Stanley Jr. (aka Gene through high school and Stan, afterwards) and Stacy.

We have been married for 56 years and are now grandparents and great-grandparents, thank you very much. When Peggy slipped up and accepted my marriage proposal, some folks said it would be a “slip knot” and it wouldn’t last. Most of those folks are dead, now, and we are still in love. Those doubters just didn’t know what a loving and forgiving person Peggy was and is. That is the plain secret of our longevity. 

Well, neighbors, let’s return to our mini-reunion with John Ford. Somehow, a point lost in my foggy memory, John and I began touching base once in awhile via emails and/or Facebook. Recently he told me he and Ying would be vacationing at Treasure Island Resort on Gulf Avenue in Treasure Island, Florida. That is a small beach community due west of St. Petersburg and about 40 miles north of us. So we exchanged more emails and a couple of phone calls and made a meeting happen. Together, again, after only 59 years. It was really nice meeting Ying and John, as well as John’s son Jeff and his family.

1950B Treasure Island, FL - Ying & John Ford with Stan & Peggy Paregien - by Peggy Paregien

1950A Treasure Island, FL - John Ford and Stan Paregien, classmates in Fillmore, CA in 1959 - by Peggy Paregien

Well, John Ford and I are card-carrying members of that big group of “Fillmore Flashes” (our school’s dorky mascot), only our cards have “Emeritus” on them. And the “Flash” in our “Fillmore Flashes” has dimmed considerably with the passing years. Still, our’s was a very enjoyable reunion and I found out more about John than I ever knew before. John, old buddy, we’ll have to get together just a wee bit more often than every 59 years.

In June of 2018, John and I and the remaining folks of our original 125 classmates in 1959, will celebrate the 60th anniversary of our graduation. John has already told me he cannot make it out to Fillmore for that Alumni Association meeting. I’m still debating the pros and cons of such an event. 

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Anyway, here is a copy of the lyrics and guitar chords for Roger Miller’s song, “Old Friends.” I like it a lot, and so I share it with both old friends and new . . . like you.

Old Friends -- song by Roger Miller

True friendship brings sunshine to the shade, and shade to the sunshine.  — Thomas Burke

If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man . . . should keep his friendship in constant repair.  — Samuel Johnson, quoted in Boswell’s Life of Samuel Johnson (1775)

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A friend is always a friend, and relatives are born to share our troubles. — Proverbs 17:17, Contemporary English Version

A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at least in the presence of a man so real and equal that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another. — Ralph Waldo Emerson (American philosopher) in Friendship

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The sweet smell of incense can make you feel good, but true friendship is better still. — Proverbs 27:9, Contemporary English Version

My grandfather Wood advised his large family of seven daughters and one son, “When you move to a new place and want to make friends, go to the church, for there you will find the best people.” I agree with him. They may not be perfect people (indeed, who is?), but most of them know that. That’s why they go to church—for help to become better people and to grow in the knowledge and love of God.  – Dale Evans Rogers (1912 to 2001; singer, actress, movie star and author; wife to cowboy movie star Roy Rogers), Time Out, Ladies! (1966), p. 81.

Friends -- make new friends, but keep the old

Don’t desert an old friend of your family or visit your relatives when you are in trouble. A friend nearby is better than relatives far away. — Proverbs 27:10, CEV

 

Friends - until we are old and senile, then we'll be new friends

You are better off to have a friend than to be all alone, because then you will get more enjoyment out of what you earn. If you fall, your friend can help you up. But if you fall without having a friend nearby, you are really in trouble. — Ecclesiastes 4:9-10, CEV

friends -- forever

 

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Issue 322 – Football, American Style

The Paregien Journal  –  Issue 322  –  February 5, 2016

Stan Paregien, Editor

Football, American Style

 

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Football  --  Cartoon  --  11

What It Was, Was Football

by Andy Griffith

[ Andy Griffith, a 1949 graduate of the University of North Carolina, became a struggling entertainer, actor and musician. Late in 1949 he sat down and wrote a folksy story about a church deacon’s very first time to attend a football game. He called his humorous story, “What It Was, Was Football.” He performed his story in coffee shops, churches and private parties and always got a great response from his audiences. Finally, Colonial Records in Chapel Hill, NC recorded the story and released it on November 14, 1953. It became very popular and they sold it to Capitol Records. It remained popular for decades, finally selling over  a million copies. The first time I heard the story was when I visited my cousin, Bruce Young, in Duncan, Oklahoma in the summer of 1954. He played his 45 rpm record of Griffith’s football story and I laughed myself silly. And so did my cousin, even though he had played that record for others dozens of times. Heck, it is still funny there some 62 years later. – Stan Paregien Sr.]

Griffith, Andy -- What It Was, Was Football -- 1953

It was back last October, I believe it was. We was agonna hold a tent service off at this college town. And we got thar about dinnertime on Saturday. And different ones of us thought that we ought to get us a mouthful to eat before that we set up the tent. And so we got offa the truck and followed this little bunch of people through this small little bitty patch of woods thar, and we come up on a big sign it says, “Get somethin’ t’ Eat chyere!” I went up and got me two hot dogs and a big orange drink. 

But before that I could take a-ry mouthful . . . this whole raft of people come up around me and got me to where I couldn’t eat nothing. And I dropped my big orange drink. I did.

Well, friends, they commenced to move, and there wasn’t so much that I could do but move with ’em. We commenced to go through all kinds of doors and gates and I don’t know what- all. And I looked up over one of ’em and it says, “North Gate.”

We kept on a-going through thar, and pretty soon we come up on a young boy and he says, “Ticket, please.” And I says, “Friend, I don’t have a ticket;

I don’t even know where it is that I’m a-going!” I did. Well, he says, “Come on out as quick as you can.” And I says, “I’ll do ‘er; I’ll turn right around the first chanct I get.”

Well, we kept on a-moving through there, and pretty soon everybody got where it was that they was a-going, because they parted and I could see pretty good. I could. And what I seen was this whole raft of people a-sittin’ on these two banks and a-lookin at one another across this pretty little green cow pasture.

Well, they was.

And somebody had took and drawed white lines all over it and drove postys in it, and I don’t know what all. And I looked down there and I seen five or six convicts a running up and down and a-blowing whistles. They was!

And then I looked down there and I seen these pretty girls a-wearin’ these little bitty short dresses and a-dancing around. So I sit down and thought I’d see what it was that was a-gonna to happen. I did.

About the time I got set down good I looked down there and I seen thirty or forty men come runnin’ out of one end of a great big outhouse down there. They did!

And everybody where I was a-settin’ got up and hollered!

And about that time thirty or forty come runnin’ out of the other end of that outhouse, and the other bankful, they got up and hollered. And I asked this fella that was a besittin’ beside of me, “Friend, what is it that they’re a-hollerin’ for?”

Well, he whopped me on the back and he says, “Buddy, have a drink!” Well, I says, “Well, I believe I will have another big orange.” And I got it and set back down.

When I got down there, again, I seen that the men had got in two little bitty bunches down there real close together. And they voted. They did. They voted.

They elected one man apiece, and them two men come out in the middle of that cow pasture and shook hands like they hadn’t seen one another in a long time.

Then a convict come over to where they was a-standin’, and he took out a quarter and they commenced to odd-man right there! They did! Well, After a while I seen what it was they was odd-manning for. It was that both bunches full of them wanted this funny lookin little pumpkin to play with. They did. And I know, friends, that they couldn’t eat it because they kicked it the whole evenin’ and it never busted.

Uh, anyhow, what I was a-tellin’ was that both bunches wanted that thing. One bunch got it and it made the other bunch just as mad as they could be! And Friends, I seen that evenin’ the awfulest fight that I ever have seen in all my life!

They would run at one -another and kick one- another and throw one another down and stomp on one another. And grind their feet in one another and I don’t know what-all. And just as fast as one of ’em would get hurt, they’d tote him off and run another one on.

Well, they done that as long as I sat there, but pretty soon this boy that had said “Ticket, please,” he come up to me and says, “Friend, you’re gonna have to leave because it is that you don’t have a ticket.” And I says, “Well, all right.” And I got up and left.

And I don’t know friends, to this day, what it was that they was a doin’ down there. But I have studied about it. I think it was that it’s some kindly of a contest where they see which bunchful of them men can take that pumpkin and run from one end of that cow pasture to the other without either gettin’ knocked down or steppin’ in somethin’.

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'Good news. We've decided to give you the game ball.'

Football Philosophy

 by Stan Paregien Sr.

Copyright 1990

 

Our old high school football coach was a

strange kind of guy,

One who was mentally pumped up

and always flying high.

 

He always told the fans,

“This will be the year

That we vanquish our rivals

 and fill them with fear.”

 

Our coach turned into a madman

when the starting whistle blew.

“Get out there, boys, and

kill a   mother’s son or two!

 

“Mangle their bodies like your

momma’s mash sauerkraut

Gouge ’em hard, bite ’em

and bash their brains out!”

 

“Make dead meat of that low-life,

rotten scum-bag team.

“Don’t let ’em up off the ground

until they start to scream.”

 

“And above all,” the coach said,

when the principal came around,

“Remember, gentleman, it’s just a game.

“So let sportsmanship abound.”

__________

Now, . . . my personal choice of some of the

best coaches ever.

 

 

Camp, Walter -- Yale U coach credit with created modern football

Walter Camp, a coach at Yale University, is considered the father of modern football.

Football  --  coaches  --  Rockne, Knute -- Notre Dame --  04

Football  --  coaches  --  Bryant, Paul 'Bear'  --  01

Football  --  coaches  --  Bryant, Paul 'Bear'  --  02

Football  --  coaches  --  Bryant, Paul 'Bear'  --  03Football  --  coaches  --  Bryant, Paul 'Bear'  --  04

Football  --  coaches  --  Landry, Tom  --  01

Football  --  Coaches  --  Landry, Tom  --  03

Football  --  coaches  --  Landry, Tom with Bum Phillips  --  01

Bum Phillips stands on the sideline
1984: Head coach Bum Phillips of the New Orleans Saints stands on the sideline during a 1984 NFL game against the Los Angeles Rams.

Football  --  coaches  --  Phillips, Bum  --  02

Football  --  coaches  --  Phillips, Bum  --  03  --  with son, Wade

Football  --  coaches  --  Phillips, Bum  --  01

Football  --  coaches  --  Phillips, Bum  --  06  --  Bumisms

Football  --  coaches  --  Phillips, Bum  --  07

 

Football  --  coaches  --  Phillips, Bum  --  05  --  tribute

 

Football  --  coaches  --  Wilkinson, Bud  --  01

Coach Wilkinson led the University of Oklahoma Sooners to an amazing string of 47 straight wins. He was a man of great personal integrity as well.

Bob Stoops

Coach Bob Stoops in 2016 will begin his 18th year as the head football coach of the Sooners. He won one National Championship soon after he started and has come awfully close two or three other times, including this last season. He is a pretty doggone solid citizen.

Football  --  coaches  --  Saban, Nick  --  01

You’re never gonna hear Nick Saban say, “Hey, brother, could you loan me a dime?” He makes multi-millions each year, thank you.  In January of 2016 he won his fifth–count ’em, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5–national football championship. The astounding thing is that all those were not with Alabama, his current time. No, siree. His first national championship was in 2003 with the LSU Tigers. The man is simply a mastermind at getting the best from both his players and his assistant coaches.

Now, . . . The Football Players

Football  -- old-time football with no protective helmets

Thorp, Jim -- great athlete from Oklahoma -- 01

Jim Thorp, above, was outfitted as most players were in the 1920s and 1930s with a few lumpy pads and a simple leather helmet with no face mask at all. The rate of injuries per game was very high. Then along came plastic helmets with more protection. And then the addition of face masks, although mine in 1958 was just a rod about the size of my index finger. I personally found out that a football, thrown really hard at an end who just turned around, will jam through the helmet and the top of the facemask rod and knock off a lot of bark. Today many of the linemen look as though they’re wearing baseball catcher’s masks. 

Football  --  players  --  Unitas, Johnny  --  01  -- Baltimore Colts

Football  --  players  --  Gifford, Frank  --  01  -- All-Pro with the NY Giants

Football  --  players  --  Meredith, Don  --  06  --  quote

Football  --  players  --  Meredith, Don  --  02  --  tribute

Football  --  players  --  Meredith, Don  --  03  --  tribute

Football  --  players  --  Meredith, Don  --  04  --  quote

Football  --  players  --  Meredith, Don  --  05  --  quote

Football  --  players  --  Meredith, Don with Howard Cosell and Frank Gifford  --  01  --  ABC football announcers

Football  --  players  --  Staubach, Roger  --  01  -- Dallas CowboysFootball  --  players  --  Staubach, Roger  --  02  -- Dallas Cowboys

Football  --  players  --  Staubach, Roger  --  03  -- Dallas Cowboys

Football  --  players  --  Bradshaw, Terry  --  02

Football  --  players  --  Bradshaw, Terry  --  04Football  --  players  --  Bradshaw, Terry  --  06

Football  --  players  --  Bradshaw, Terry  --  05

Football  --  players  --  Campbell, Earl  --  01

Football  --  players  --  Campbell, Earl  --  02  -- quote

 

 

Football  --  players  --  Owens, Steve  --  01

Football  --  players  --  Owens, Steve  --  02 - Jason White, Sam Bradford, Billy Sims

Football  --  players  --  Owens, Steve  --  03 - Detroit Lions

Football  --  players  --  Sanders, Barry  --  01  -- winning Heisman Trophy at OSUFootball  --  players  --  Sanders, Barry  --  02  -- 1989 rookie running back at Detroit Lions

Football  --  players  --  Sanders, Barry  --  03  -- Detroit Lions

Football  --  players  --  Tillman, Spencer  --  01

Spencer Tillman was another outstanding running back at the University of Oklahoma. He went on to a broadcast career in which he announces football games and/or is a half-time commentor. He is also in great demand as a speaker by corporations and Christian churches.

Football  --  players  --  Tillman, Spencer  --  02

And . . . here are a few more cartoons for your enjoyment.

 

Cartoon-Dennis-MomIsSmart
Football  --  Cartoon  --  05

Football  --  Cartoon  --  10

Football  --  Cartoon  --  12

Football  --  Cartoon  --  13

 

Football  --  Cartoon  --  15

Football  --  Cartoon  --  16Football  --  Cartoon  --  quote from ERma Bombeck  --  01

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Oh, to give you something else to laugh about, here are photos of me during my “lustrous” high school and college football career. I fought for the “Flashes” of dear ol’ Fillmore, California high school. 

1957-001--C StanParegien---football

1957-063--Coaches-EdSimmons-LarrySullivan-FUHS

1958-045--H--1984 article about '58 Football Team by Charles Mozley

1958-132-FUHS-FootballCoaches

1958-134---StanParegien--FUHS-Football--fall57

And I played football one year at a very small religious school, Columbia Christian College, in Portland, Oregon. I played quarterback, but only because the coach decided we were in dire need of the best athlete at the running back position. The best thing one could say about our team is that we still had enough guys to finish the season . . . and we were nothing if not consistent. We lost every game.

1961-036 football-StanParegien

1961-037--B Stan Paregien, right, at Portland, OR - Columbia Ch Col

I’m #15, the one with the ball and headed for a bad wreck. About the third game of the year my right foot was fractured and that was the end of my football days.

 

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That’s about it for this time, friends. Soon I will resume my extended profile of presidential candidate Marco Rubio. 

— Stan

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