East Buchanan Memories

I attended school at East Buchanan from Kindergarten through the fifth grade. I then went to North Linn where I completed the 11^th grade, and then went about a week and a half of my senior year before dropping out. I did get my GED in 1997 up at Calmar.

I feel like I went to school at a special time, with really neat teachers. I thought it would be fun to write down memories from those years of school. As I age, my memory clouds up more and more. If I have any of these wrong, please correct me, or add your own memories as well. I’ll try to group them together the best I can.

Kindergarten: Mrs. Cook’s class

On the first day of school, I cried. Mrs. Murray comforted me. I never really had a babysitter up to this point and never went to any kind of pre-school. I was scared.

We didn’t go every day of the week. I believe it was every other day.

Doing eye tests by using your hand to point the direction of the letter E.

Wearing those headphones in those cubicles and using a crayon on laminated paper. Mrs. Sauer (I believe that was her name) helped out.

Mrs. Cook would give you a sticker for finishing your lunch.

Monaghan reminded me of Animal Island. I nearly forgot about that.

Nap time.

I actually had a real cigar box for my pencils, etc. That wouldn’t fly today.

Marching around the room, I didn’t like being last, so I budged in line and had to sit in the corner. I was pissed.

Donald knocking over the Christmas tree and breaking my ornament.

Rory Higgins!

Andy Hansen was in our class too.

Melissa Sprague stuttered, but got much better as she got older.

Painting with those backwards shirts on.

Dancing Ducks was the workbook that I worked from. Maybe we all did?

Before the playground was paved. I don’t even remember the chain link fence being like it was a year or two later. I remember flying off of the merry go round and landing face first in the gravel and tore up my upper lip real bad. I’m surprised I can grow a mustache to this day.

Didn’t we ride on the Quasky fire trucks?

I rode bus 11. It only had 48 capacity and was shorter than the others.

At the end of the year, I remember Mrs. Cook saying that she’d watch us grow up and be proud of us. A year or so later, Jason Franck and I were playing outside the kindergarten room and hit a ball into her window. She looked out the window and scowled. I thought, “I bet she isn’t so proud of us now.”

Mrs. Cook taught us how dirty snow was by melting it and showing us all the dirt in it.

Mrs. Cook sent us home with gladiolus flowers to take to our mothers on mother’s day.

We also made a card for our mothers with an SOS pad.

I remember when Sean Monaghan came to school. He was the new kid, but had been in an accident and was recovering, and that is why he didn’t start when we did.

Lunch tickets were paper and had to be punched. Milk tickets were the same.

You actually could get a straw for your milk.

Using the parachute in gym class.

We also played cowboys and Indians in the gym with Mr. Steffen.

I’m sure I’m forgetting a lot more.

First Grade: Mrs. Bovenmeyer

The first thing we did on the first day of school was color the letter L. It was color by number if memory serves me correctly, and it got colored red.

Hey – who are all these new kids?

Ferocious Fish. Blue Tailed Horse. Runaway Monkey.

Letter People – Tall Teeth and Funny Feet.

Samantha Morris. She didn’t stay with us long. She attended North Linn with me years later.

Jeff Westemeyer as well. He came to North Linn years later and his name was Jeff Pentecost. Not sure why it changed. I think he had a very troubled home life.

Cutting photos out of magazines when we’d do each letter. I remember cutting a refrigerator out for the letter F and Mrs. Bovenmeyer got a kick out of it and said that she knew I was doing my own work. I learned that fridge was short for refrigerator. I never heard it called anything else!

Nap time. Mrs. Bovenmeyer would do these goofy things where it looked like she was kissing her knees.

Hide the checker.

The coat closet after the early kids left – jeesh!

Mrs. Hagie (Is that how it was spelled?) She was our helper. Jeremy DeMuth asked her if she farted dust in the gymnasium during lunch. She wasn’t amused.

We left a note for Mrs. Hagie and went and “played hookie”. Mrs. Bovenmeyer took us to the grocery store (now Wee Willy’s) and bought us little Snicker’s bars. We took the afternoon off and played.

The whole class going to Cato Webb’s home who lived in town. He raised rabbits. He helped build my father’s root cellar and put in a chimney for us so I already knew who he was. He had a lot of rabbits!

Flying kites with Mr. Steffen. Man that was fun.

Using those turtle scooters in gym class.

Was it about this time that we played under those oak trees and used the leaves to build houses? Weren’t we supposed to be a family of moles, or some sort of critters? Oh, it was fun whatever it was. To this day I smell the oak leaves in the fall and remember that.

Film strips. Advance one frame every time you hear the beep.

All of our worksheets had purple print. That’s because they used a mimeograph machine in the office. It had a very distinctive sound as it ran. It had a round drum and sounded like a little engine when running.

Puff the Magic Dragon

The early bus leaving school with the Winthrop and Aurora kids.

Mr. Meyers as our principal, and his bald head. He retired at the end of our first grade year.

Singing the Kookaburra song with Mr. Meyers as he took us up to Winthrop in the old Ford van the school had. Only a handful of us got to ride up with him.

Was this the year that Cindy Conrad was the snowman and knocked a microphone over? Wasn’t Janet Klein Santa? Vague memories. Maybe this was second grade?

Some older kids came and put on a puppet house type show in our classroom.

Dressing up for Halloween and going to Mrs. Sullivan’s room to see if her class could identify us.

Was this the year Craig Johnson from KWWL came to visit us in the gymnasium?

Wasn’t this also the year we would go to the gym and work on telling time with those paper clocks?

Ms. Thiesen telling us a “scary” story and having it involve hearing footsteps. It was Mrs. Bovenmeyer coming to get us from class. It wasn’t very scary, but memorable.

2^nd grade: Mrs. Hogan

Jeremy DeMuth stabbed me in the arm with his pencil. Man that hurt and I could still see that lead in my arm up to a few years ago. It has since faded.

Travis Cook had a pizza party for his birthday. I couldn’t go because I had the chicken pox.

Monaghan and Greg Schmeltzer skipping around the room after the early bus left.

Sean’s mother would substitute and Sean would be a smartass to her!

Pee-Wee wrestling up at Winthrop.

Jennifer Schweitzer’s last year with our class.

Kelly Short threw me down the stairs. They were concrete and that hurt my knees pretty bad.

Either this year or back in first grade, we had a thing in the gym where we all brought green food. I remember my mother made some sort of salad that I didn’t like, but I remember Candy Meier liked it, whatever it was.

We got a new bus. I can’t remember if it was here in 2^nd grade or in third. It was bus #8. I remember being excited about it.

Mr. Zimmerman was the new principle.

Didn’t we learn cursive here in 2^nd grade?

Going upstairs to Ms. Tassler’s room for math (later Mrs. Stafford)

Ms. (or was it Mrs.) Cherry would also be a substitute.

Was this the year we went to the Grout Museum on field trip? I remember the planetarium.

I should probably remember a lot more than I do about second grade, but for some reason, I’ve forgotten a lot.

3^rd grade: Mrs. Blumenshine (Later Mrs. Bisinger).

Brushing our teeth and fluoride.

Janet Klein’s mother would substitute. She was a fun substitute teacher. I remember her spelling bees.

Read all about it.

Using those old Apple computers. Wasn’t there a program where you had to make the guy jump over something by finding the letter on the keyboard?

Was this John Bare’s first year with us? I remember him talking about Dunkerton like Rose Nylund from Golden Girls spoke of St. Olaf. You knew John came from Dunkerton!

Going to Mrs. Bovenmeyers for reading. I remember we had a tornado drill during reading and we told Mrs. Bovenmeyer that it wouldn’t scare us since the sun was out. She said that tornadoes can happen even in the sunshine. Sure enough, on the morning of April 23^rd, 2001, a tornado formed in broad daylight and damaged many homes and businesses (Jensen trucking for one) there in Independence, Iowa.

4^th Grade: Ms. Decker

Having to take showers for gym class. Boy those shower floors were slick.

They had those exercise stations around the school. I last drove by the school a few years ago and you could still see a couple of the stations, but in terrible state of repair. The signs were very faded.

There was one girl in special ed – I think her name was Rachel – she got mad and slammed her plate on a table. It shattered and was as loud as a shotgun. Pieces of it flew everywhere. Everyone got real silent and she got even more upset and cried.

The space shuttle Challenger exploded.

The Indianapolis 500 was rained out.

Hacky Sacks

Chris King and me flipping a video camera off in class.

We went to the restroom one floor about the fourth grade. Adam Hamilton tried throwing me down the stairs. After Kelly Short doing it to me, I wouldn’t let Adam do it. We about came to blows over it.

I remember picking on Donald McIntosh while waiting in line at the bottom of the steps in Ms. Decker’s class. We would kick his feet out from under him. Yes, I was one of those who added to his burdens.

Speaking of burdens, Ms. Thiesen had a lot on her plate. She got pissed off during class, cursed at us, and slammed her piano lid down – not necessarily in that order.

This was the year that we got to monkey around picking out our instruments. Elizabeth Loughren and I had trombone. Monaghan was on saxophone. Keith Weiland was on tuba or sousaphone. I can remember some of the others, but not all that well.

Was this the year that we’d go to the computer room and run those “turtle” programs, or was that the 5^th grade?

Was this the year we took the field trip to Waterloo to see the bakery and newspaper? Maybe that was the fifth grade. Whatever year it was, Adam Hamilton and I got into trouble for flipping the bird to cars on the road.

5^th Grade; Mrs. Higgins

Intramurals. I cannot remember if we did that in 4^th grade or not.

Science class with Mr. Schloss. That space game was fun. Amy Smock was out of school sick and she was our captain. We did pretty good in her absence.

Mr. Schloss taking us over to the buses to measure the windows.

Mr. Schloss teaching us the difference between the speed of sound and the speed of light. Whoever fired that starters pistol off by the school had a surprise when Mr. Gillihan came out wondering what the hell was going on.

Mr. Schloss’s blue camaro.

Mr. Schloss telling us about how our sense of taste and smell would get worse the older we got. He talked about old people drinking sour milk. He also explained why the television sounded louder in the morning after you slept even though you hadn’t touched the volume. It’s because your hearing restores itself over night.

I got into Doctor Who. I got made fun of for it, but oh well, it’s pretty popular now. Guess I was ahead of my time!

Them really dark sunglasses with the goofy designs on them.

Didn’t we do product advertising that year? I remember Lisa Jones do something about flavored hair mousse, or something along those lines.

Didn’t B.J. Bass move to Tennessee this year?

Field trip to the Old Capitol in Iowa City.

First year of band. I really enjoyed it. I remember there was a song called Trade Winds, but I cannot remember if we played that, or if it was the 6^th grade.

Happy Notes from Ms. Thiesen

Catching Mr. Schloss’s fly ball on the last day of school bare handed. Afterwards, Amy Smock gave me hell for “bragging”.

Other memories:

Jay Bonefas, Jason Franck, and I rode Connie Oliphant’s bus.

Cindy Conrad and Sean Monaghan rode Nan’s bus #12

Travis Cook rode bus #6. Some older fellow drove it and had a reputation of being hell on the bus and it breaking down a lot.

Sue Walhart was also a bus driver, but I cannot remember who rode her bus. When I did Pee Wee wrestling, it was her bus that I rode to Winthrop.

There used to be a basketball game every year where the Iowa Hawkeye football players would come and play basketball against some of our teachers. I remember Mr. Schloss always got in on it. It would be held in the evenings and I went to one or two of them.

The janitor who rode the three wheeled bicycle. Donny was it? I remember they did a mural on the wall or something like that and his bicycle was painted on it.

Jennifer Jensen’s father came and showed us ventriloquism. He told us how to say certain words like peanut butter like “kteenut dutter” and how that would fool the ear.

Amy Smock’s parents brought horses to the playground in Quasky.

The morning a fire destroyed the home just south of the Winthrop school. One of the kids went to school and was a grade or two behind us. I heard they had to get out of the house with just the clothes on their backs, and it wasn’t much.

Corey McMurrin skipping school.

One April Fool’s Day, someone took a “For Sale” sign from a home and placed it in the school yard there in Winthrop.

Bobby Steffen (I think that was his last name???) Hee Haw!

Who was that world traveler guy who would come to school and show us film of his travels across the globe?

Didn’t Santa and his elves visit us in the school gymnasium at Quasky?

Bus #5 was my favorite substitute bus. It was probably one of the oldest buses, and it would backfire when it shifted!

Woody would run the bus route sometimes.

Stopping at the railroad tracks in Winthrop with the bus per state law.

Connie Oliphant running over Hepker’s dog with the bus!

Lopata’s fire. We stopped to get the kids and the fire department was there putting the fire out. I can’t remember if the kids went to school that day or not.

Sliding on the ice in the wintertime at Quasky.

I used to play jump rope with the girls there in Quasky. I guess you could say that I liked being around girls early on!

The playground at Quasky also had an extra merry go round on the north side of the school that was a good spot to go to if you wanted to get away from other kids, but don’t stray too far or you’d get in trouble.

I mentioned Samantha Morris and Jeff Westemeyer, but Penny Power and Mike Schrock were other East Buchanan kids who wound up at North Linn. Tonya King was in our class for awhile, but was held back a year. I went to school with her and Chris King’s cousins, Deryl, Sheldon, and Tricia at North Linn. I also had Chad Manson’s father as my gym teacher and football coach at North Linn.

I’ve got a lot of things that I’m sure I am forgetting. I spent 45 minutes each morning and each evening just on the bus ride. I have a lot of memories from that too, but very few would remember those like I do. This list is not meant to be all inclusive. I just thought it would be fun to tiptoe through a few of the memories that I can rattle off of the top of my brain on a beautiful Wednesday afternoon.

 

 

Satan’s New Trick

Satan is always coming up with new ways to condemn man’s soul to Hell. He’s been perfecting his craft for as long as he’s been in charge of this earth.

It seems Satan has a new trick up his sleeve which is working wonders for him right now. He has mixed love and sin together and perverted them in a way only Satan himself could engineer. God condemned homosexuality. It’s right there in the bible. Moses condemned it as well, but it can be said that Moses was just speaking what God told him. Either way, homosexuality has always been considered a sin.

Satan’s new trick involves making the act of homosexuality out to be an act of love and those who oppose it as love’s enemy. Who doesn’t love “love”? He’s succeeding too. It’s becoming more and more acceptable to live in outright sin and it has become very unacceptable to speak out against living in sin. That is Satan’s handiwork for you.

Well, even though the gay community will tell you it’s a bunch of shit, it is possible to love the person, but hate the sin. Jesus never once told anyone to continue to live in sin. Not once. He always forgave the person, and even then, only when they sought forgiveness, and told them to sin no more.

My, how the times have changed. That’s okay. This world is but a test. God put us here in this filthy place to see if we choose good or evil. We have a choice here. When I go before God someday, I will be judged based upon my abhorrence  or acceptance of sin. I am a sinner too. I don’t ask anyone to overlook my sin or to accept my continued sinning without remorse. I ask for prayers to help me overcome. These people living in these homosexual relationships aren’t even remorseful. Many of them probably aren’t even Christians, while there are some who are, and they are trying to change the church to where it accepts sin too. Oh, Satan is a wily one.

Where does it end? I have heard those who embrace this new reality say that by allowing homosexuals to openly marry and live in sin, that nothing changes for me. Maybe that’s true.

If my neighbor beats his dog to death, nothing changes for me either, yet that’s illegal.

If two women want to marry the same man, they cannot. I believe this will be the next frontier in marriage, but that’s for a different time and place to discuss.

There were societies where people practiced human sacrifice. Those being sacrificed were more than willing. We don’t allow that. Even in cases where one elderly spouse asks the other spouse to put them out of their misery, we charge the surviving spouse with murder. That’s a fact Jack. If we use the same argument as we do for accepting gay marriage; “It doesn’t mean that you have to kill your spouse if asked” & “It doesn’t affect you if Biff kills his cancer ridden wife Glenda – it’s a personal matter”. Then why are we prosecuting these people who put their spouses out of their misery then? I’ll tell you why.

This country was founded on Judeo-Christian principles. We are throwing them away and entering into a dangerous lifestyle, not much different than the Roman Empire before Christianity. The one difference is that even in the old Roman Empire, they believed in a higher power. Man is making themselves out to be God in this new order of things, and the government is doing the same.

Have hope though. God said it would get really bad before he returned. They are right, you aren’t required to go out and marry someone from the same sex. But remember, despite what the proponents of this sinful lifestyle would tell you, you do not have to embrace it. You are not in error when you shun sin. Satan wants to make you out to be the enemy and he is doing just that. Hold fast to the faith. People will reject you as they rejected Jesus. It was fortold in the bible. And despite what people tell you, it is possible to love the person but hate the sin.

When you look at how the Muslim world feels about us, just remember this. Most of the Muslim world lives by the Koran. If only we Christians would live by the bible in the same manner. When the Muslims call us the “Great Satan”, this is what they are referring to. They see us as a society that promotes sinfulness and forgets about God. Homosexuality is not tolerated in the Muslim world.

It’s my understanding that the Muslims would rather tolerate a Jew or Christian than an Athiest or Agnostic. Muslims have less respect for someone who denies God than a person who sees God differently than them. Satan is using us as his tool to wipe God from this earth. Satan is full of tricks and is good at his craft. God is better and in the end, will overcome and reclaim this earth. I anxiously await His return.

More Obama Hogwash

            Carney, who in recent weeks has studiously avoided mentioning Snowden by name, let loose from the White House podium on Monday, criticizing the former contractor for the countries he had potentially chosen for refuge.

            "Mr. Snowden's claim that he is focused on supporting transparency, freedom of the press and protection of individual rights and democracy is belied by the protectors he has potentially chosen - China, Russia, Ecuador, as we've seen," Carney said.

"His failures to criticize these regimes suggests that his true motive throughout has been to injure the national security of the United States, not to advance Internet freedom and free speech."

           

            What a bunch of hogwash! This is no different than Obama calling the Boston Bombers “cowards”.  The administration wants to make Snowden look like a liar by pointing out the lack of free speech and press in the countries he chose to seek refuge from the United States.

            I’m sure Snowden would have loved to have chosen a country with more freedom of press and speech, but he is in the position of having the United States government coming after him, so he has limited choices on which countries he can go to that will protect him from long arm of the United States government. Ecuador is certainly better than China, Russia, Cuba, Iran, or North Korea. I still wonder why his Iceland plans fell through…..

            It seems he picked the best countries he could have considering his options. Do you know who would have LOVED to have sheltered Snowden? North Korea. Think of the propaganda they could have generated! Cuba might have sheltered him as well, or even Iran. Why do you think he wants to go to Central America? It’s because he wants the freest country who would shelter him from the United States. Ecuador fits that bill. We have this opinion that the United States is the greatest country on the planet. A lot of other countries like to think they have the greatest too.

            While the United States is one of the more free countries when it comes to intellectual freedom, many other countries are more free when it comes to life in general. Take seat belt laws for example. There are places on this planet who allow you to choose to be a dummy or not. You get fined here for it.

            That may be a piss poor example, but I have spoken to a lot of people in my years driving semi, many who came to America from abroad. Many of them felt they had more personal freedoms back home, but felt America is where the money was at. Many of them told me that the American Dream comes with giving up a lot of personal freedom.

            I did speak to one guy who escaped here from Romania in the 1980’s while it was still under communist rule. He said that he moved to North Dakota to get as far away from centralized government as he possibly could. He told me that he was disturbed by a lot of things happening in the country and that we were moving towards a police state like he lived in. He certainly was an expert on knowing how a police state operated having actually lived and escaped from one. He said the big difference was that we are constantly told that we’re free when we aren’t, so we don’t fight back against our oppressors whereas in Romania, you had no illusion of freedom. I spoke to this guy back in 1998. I wonder how he feels now, especially after 9/11 and the Patriot Act?

            If you get right down to it, the only true freedom you have here in this country is the freedom to think what you want to think, although you are not free to act upon those thoughts and beliefs (George Reynolds vs. United States 98 U.S. (8 Otto.) 145 (1878)), and to write your beliefs down and put them out into the public (again with limitations). That’s about it. Other than that, you don’t really have any other freedoms that other people the majority of other countries in the world lack. There are some countries that are terrible like North Korea, but the majority of countries (Australia, Canada, India, Mexico, etc. etc.) have about the same freedoms for their people that we have. Some other countries may have more.

            Let’s look at “evil” Iran for a moment. Surely they don’t have the same intellectual freedoms we have here, but are we much better? We both have corrupt governments. They have elections, we have elections. Their choice of candidates is limited, as is ours. We claim that their elections are corrupt and back here to home a slew of dead Illinoisans voted for Kennedy in 1960. However, being a Christian in Iran has its serious drawbacks. If Snowden wanted to continue celebrating Christmas out in the open, I can see why he skipped Iran. If you’re a Muslim, things aren’t too bad for you there. They follow religious law. You know where the boundaries are and if you cross them, you know what punishment to expect.

             Here, the laws are convoluted and even the attorneys don’t know how things might turn out. A lot of it will depend on whether or not the judge and/or jury liked the tie you wore to court on a particular day. Here in America, it also depends on what the definition of “is” is. The Supreme Court has a long history of letting certain things slide while banning other things and splitting hairs over it. Even their own rulings leave lawyers and judges scratching their heads. Is it any wonder Snowden doesn’t trust our court system here! Snowden went to the best country he could find while staying out of the grasp of the United States of America. What the hell did you expect him to do?

            Here I’ve gotten off track, but the point is, to have our administration say this sort of crap is to politically spin this in a very sophomoric way. What they need to do is just break down and cry; throw their tantrum; and go back to the drawing board to prevent this from happening in the future.

For the record, I’m not saying I agree or disagree with what Mr. Snowden has done. I’m just saying that I understand why he has chosen to go the route he is going in order to find asylum. The government’s take on it is laughable. They know exactly why he’s going the path he is, and it just pisses them off that he’s getting away with it. That’s all. Why doesn’t Carney just stand up there and admit it without all this extra political spin bullshit?

 

Lisa Marie Durnan February 15th, 1980 – June 22nd, 1983

           It was hot in 1983. I was only 7 but I can still remember that hot sun that summer. I can remember a lot of things from the summer of 1983. It was a summer that would change my life. It changed the life of my family. It made me who I am today.

            I preach to everyone that I wish they’d write family stories down. I myself am guilty of failing to take the time to actually write everything down as well. I do a lot of writing, but it’s so much easier telling the story verbally. The problem is, verbal stories generally fade into the ether of time in a generation or two. So for that reason, I have taken the time to write this painful story down. It is my hope that my sister will be remembered many years from now, even long after I am gone.

            Father’s Day fell on Sunday the 19^th of June in 1983. My mother told me that she took my father out for a nice Father’s Day supper that night and that we had a babysitter. I don’t remember that, but I do remember my parents using babysitters and going out while we lived at the Red House there at Rowley. I do remember playing outside that weekend with other children. My memory says that Jean and Dale were down, and that Little Dale Robinson had his family there. If they were, it had to have been on Saturday the 18^th. I could be confusing my memories with another time, but this is what I remember. The one clear memory I have was taking a branch from a tree that had broken off from the wind, and chasing kids around with it. Isn’t it funny how we can remember little details like that sometime and totally forget large ones like having a baby sitter? Mom says she remembers my sister Lisa being fussy that evening and not wanting her and Dad to leave. She thought it was just because Lisa didn’t want watched by a baby sitter, but now she wonders if it wasn’t because she was getting sick.

            On the morning of the 20^th, I remember it was sunny. It was a very hot and sunny day. I was sitting at the table in the dining room, and I remember Lisa standing there, not feeling well. She threw up this white colored crap and my parents decided she needed to see a doctor.

            My parents were not ones to utilize doctors often. Mom would take the “baling wire and twine” approach to doctoring us up at home, and Dad didn’t like us seeing doctors very often because he was, let’s say – frugal; very frugal.

            Mom called Doc McCollough in Walker there. Barney McCoullough was a physician’s assistant and had that office there on the southwest side of Walker. I think Wendy Hocken lives there now. Back then, Barney had a pretty good business there and there was even a pharmacy next door.

            Lisa had just had her immunizations not too long beforehand. Mom to this day wonders if she didn’t get a bad batch. But on this day, Barney looked Lisa over and said she must have the flu. Take her home and let her get plenty of rest.

            Well, that’s just what my parents did. Some people have given Barney a lot of flack over this and many said that he should have been burned at the stake for what happened, but the truth is, Barney had no reason to suspect anything more serious as Meningitis shows all the symptoms of the flu. A stiff neck would have been the only extra indicator and Mom said she doesn’t remember Lisa complaining of her neck being stiff. Barney beat himself up something fierce after this happened. Barney took it very personally and I know for a fact it wasn’t easy for him to go on after my sister died. My parents could have sued Barney, but they didn’t. It wasn’t going to bring Lisa back and it wasn’t like Barney was out there killing people by being negligent.

            Now, you have to understand the way our family operated at this time. My father was a railroad engineer and was working out of Clinton, Iowa while we lived at Rowley. This was because the railroad bounced my father around from town to town every so often like the military supposedly does, and so my parents bought a home midway between all the towns my father worked.

            Dad did a pretty good stint in Clinton. He had a small apartment there where he stayed during the week, and then he’d come home for his days off. We didn’t see a lot of Dad during this time. Mom wanted us to either sell the house and move to Clinton with him or rent the place out and move with him there in Clinton. Mom says Dad wouldn’t hear of it and this became something she held against him for the rest of their marriage.

            Dad was home on his weekend and had to go back to Clinton. While he was home, he scheduled an exhaust job up at Boubin’s in Independence. He had to get going, so he layed Lisa down in his and Mom’s bed. I remember they had these blue sheets on their bed. He turned the little desktop oscillating fan onto her and let her get her rest. It was the last time anyone saw Lisa with her eyes open and alive.

            Dad left for Boubin’s. Like I’ve said before, it was terribly hot out. We didn’t have air conditioning at that home. It was a cement block house and the sun would warm those blocks and the house would hold heat. The only way to escape it was to go outside and sit under a tree. The only saving grace of that property when it came to heat was that it sat on a hill and the wind always seemed to blow up there.

            I don’t know exactly what time it was, but it was not too long after Dad left, but I happened to go through my parent’s bedroom. In there, I found my sister in respiratory distress. I was only 7 years old, but I knew something was seriously wrong. Lisa’s chest was heaving and she was gasping for air.

            I went out and told my mother what I saw and Mom chewed me out, telling me to leave Lisa alone. Mom claims this did not happen, but it did. I remember looking at the orange rotary phone hanging on the wall there in the kitchen and thinking about calling the operator.

            Yes, the operator. This was when we still had a party line and there wasn’t any 911. This was before 911 addresses. When you had an emergency, you called the operator who connected you with fire, police, or ambulance services. It was either that or you had a list of the phone numbers for the different services next to the phone.

            Now, my mother was in the middle of doing dishes. That much we can agree on. It was hot out. I mean it was scorching hot out! She had her hands in hot water, I don’t suppose us children were behaving the greatest from the heat, and she had a sick kid. Dad was getting ready to go on the road again and that always bothered my mother. I can understand her being in a foul mood.

            However, it is my recollection that she told me to leave my sister alone and go play. She says she didn’t snap at me, but stopped doing the dishes and went and checked on Lisa right away. Now mind you, I wouldn’t have wanted to pick up that phone and call if my mother had went and checked on her immediately. Either way, we both agree that at this point, it was probably beyond the point of no return. She would have had to have been admitted earlier that morning and even then, we may have lost her. It is what it is.

            Either way, after awhile, my mother went and checked on my sister. I know this for a fact. I was sitting at the table in the dining room when this next part happened. As long as I live, I will never forget the sight of my mother coming out of her bedroom with Lisa in her arms, trying to blow breath into her body while going to the phone. My mother was in full terror mode.

            Now, where I was when Mom made the phone call I cannot remember. I do remember going upstairs and watching the rest of this unfold. We had an open staircase and I layed up top there peeking my head down watching things between the rungs.

            My mother called Susie Brentener. Susie lived just to the south of us and was Steve and Hal Brentener’s daughter. She was much older than me, but rode the same bus. She used to babysit us and Mom thinks she is the one who babysat us the night before. Mom knew that Susie Brentener knew how to perform CPR. As it so happened, Hal and Susie were on their way out the door to go buy groceries when Mom got ahold of them. Just one minute later and Mom would have missed them. They quickly arrived at the house as they only lived a mile or two away. Mom obviously called the ambulance too as they came a little while after Hal and Susie.

            I remember watching my sister lay there on the red carpet of our front room looking lifeless. I remember watching Susie performing CPR on my sister. Even to this day it is very difficult for me to remember this. Just recalling it makes my heart hurt, especially when I think of my own children. That’s something nobody needs to witness. I’m sure Susie never thought she’d ever put her CPR to use like that on a little girl. I wonder if she still thinks about that day and how it has affected her life?

            Lisa lay there just inside the front door that we never used. We always used the back door, but this was different. The front door was closest to the road. We always knew when strangers came visiting as they always knocked on the front door. This time the door was open waiting for the ambulance.

            The ambulance came and I cannot recall if they took over CPR there or not. I’m sure they had to. I don’t remember the next few minutes as they loaded Lisa up and took her away. I just know they pulled into the yard in the grass and backed up to the front door. Then she was gone.

            I don’t know if Susie stayed, but I know Hal stayed with us. Mom left with Lisa in the ambulance. I could tell that Hal was very disturbed. This was before cell phones and we had no way of getting hold of my father other than to call Boubin’s. They said he had left already and was on his way home. I do remember Hal pacing around outside at the end of our drive. Like I said, she was very disturbed and just kept pacing and looking to the north towards Independence.

            I remember my father finally showing up and Hal waving at him to get his attention. He just barely pulled in and she ran to my father’s window and I could see her emphatically gesturing. Dad spun the car around there in the driveway and he squealed the tires as he left. I have never seen my father drive like that before. He headed back to Independence where they had taken Lisa.

            Now at this point in the story, I will rely upon what my parents and others have told me, as well as my own recollections. I was not at the hospital, but stayed there to home. I believe Dad’s sister Marie came to stay with us. Maybe it was Veronica, but I’m almost positive it was Marie. Either way, it was one of Dad’s youngest sisters who came to stay with us.

            They took my sister to Independence where Doc Mayner took a look at Lisa and called in the Life Flight helicopter. The chopper came and they took Lisa to the University of Iowa Children’s Hospital. I remember seeing my Aunt Kate come to the house and Mom said that was because they wanted to take Joni in for observation since she was only 14 months old. She said that Kate took her to St. Lukes in Cedar Rapids for observation. Mom and Dad went to Iowa City and Lisa was put on life support. They did not know what was wrong with her at this point. So ends the events of the 20^th of June, 1983.

            I don’t recall much about the 21^st of June other than our neighbor brought us lunch. Our neighbors to the north were Roger and Sharon Nelson. My father spoke quite disparagingly about the Nelsons. I’m not sure why, but I know he didn’t like the hog operation that they had to the west of our property. We had a 5 acre parcel and they owned the land to the north and west of us. Harold Kress owned a small hog operation to the south of us. We were located on the west side of the road. At that time, nobody lived to our east across the road. Since then, they moved the church that used to sit a few miles south up to across the road, and slightly south. But back in 1983, it was just Roger Nelson to our north and west and Harold Kress to our south.

            Dad complained about the smell of the hog operation and I believe he even attempted to sue them over it. I was just a young kid, but I remember things weren’t so great as neighbors between us, or at least that was our take on it. They probably didn’t know Dad was upset until they were contacted by an attorney. I don’t know. It was what it was. But anyhow, on the 21^st of June, Sharon Nelson brought over a picnic basket filled with food. Here’s where all the information I just gave you plays into this. I didn’t know if it was safe to eat this food or not! This was like Snow White accepting an apple from the old miserly witch. Mom and Dad made the Nelsons out to be bad people and here they had brought over a picnic basket of food. I don’t remember exactly what was in that basket, but I believe it was fried chicken. I also remember sweet corn being in there, and it was very delicious. I remember thinking that nobody who could cook so well and be so thoughtful could be so evil. I’m sure the Nelsons were fine people. I love my father, but sometimes his main-springs are wound a little too tight.

            I had chores to do during this time in my life. I had a handful of rabbits to take care of. I remember that someone came and helped do the rest of the chores. I don’t know if it was Uncle Mark, or just who it was. I remember watching them milk our cow and it just felt weird seeing someone else do the job. It’s sort of like seeing someone else wear your clothes. It’s a feeling of having something very familiar and yet very strange at the same time. Our place was starting to seem like an airport. People were coming and going quite a bit now. Mom and Dad were gone and it was difficult for me at age 7 having all of this taking place. I just wanted “normal” to return. Little did I know that what was normal up to this point would never be the normal for us ever again. We were about to embark on a new path of a “new normal”.

            Back in Iowa City. They had done a spinal tap on my sister and discovered it was meningitis. At this point in time, there wasn’t much that could be done. Meningitis is an inflammation of the lining around the brain. It can be either viral or bacterial. Lisa’s was bacterial. Many of us carry the bacteria which causes meningitis in the back of our noses. Why it enters the bloodstream and infects some people is still sort of mysterious. When the lining around the brain swells up, it cuts off blood to the brain and kills you.

            June 22^nd, 1983. It was hot. It had been hot for a few days at this point. One thing I will remember about the summer of 1983 is the relentless sun and the constant heat. It didn’t help that we didn’t have air conditioning and that we lived in that block house. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. It was hot!

            Dad came home on the morning of the 22^nd. I think he came home to check on us and stuff around the house. This much I can tell you. While he was home, a phone call came in from the hospital. I remember this very well. There was a chair in the kitchen between the fridge and the sink. It was facing the dining room. We never kept a chair in the kitchen, but I suppose one was there for the purpose of these phone calls. Dad was sitting down and I was sitting on his lap facing him. He was facing the living room and I was facing the breezeway. I remember Dad started crying. He cried in a way that I have never seen before or since. In fact, I thought he was faking it. He wasn’t.

            Mom had called. They did a brainwave test on Lisa and she was brain dead. They wanted her off of the life support right then and there. Back then, before I-380 went all the way through Cedar Rapids and up to Waterloo like it does now, one had to travel down what is now Center Point Road and then through Cedar Rapids to get onto I-380 in order to go to Iowa City. It was going to take Dad about 2 hours to get back to the hospital. Iowa City still insisted that Lisa be removed immediately. From what I was told, Uncle Mike Durnan and his wife Bonnie were there and Mom said Uncle Mike got up and told the doctor that they were going to wait for my father to get back down there. Mike is a big man. They got the point, but the doctors told Mom that they were going to go and get a court order to have Lisa removed and Mother told them to go get it.

            Dad headed back down to Iowa City. At home, I didn’t know what was going on down there. I think my father shielded me from the news at this point. Mom sat there in Lisa’s room with her on life support knowing that very soon Lisa would be dead. Mom said she fixed Lisa’s hair all pretty like Lisa liked and painted her finger and toenails. Mom said she kept running her fingers through Lisa’s hair.

            Lisa had not been baptized at this point as my parents weren’t all that religious. Lisa was baptized there in the hospital by the Catholic chaplain before they took her off of life support.

            When Dad returned, they took Lisa off of life support and handed her to my father. He was in a rocking chair and sat there rocking her. Mom kept running her fingers through Lisa’s hair and rubbing her back. Lisa gasped for air and her body went limp. She died in my father’s arms.

            What do you do when your daughter dies? Life changes, that is for sure. My parents have blurry recollections at this point, and I can certainly understand why. Mom did say that they told her they would give her a tranquilizer and that when Lisa died, they came and gave Mom the shot and she said it was like Marlin Perkins had shot her with an elephant tranquilizer gun. She said it was quite potent.

            Mom says it was so potent that she cannot remember who drove her home. She had to stop by St. Luke’s to pick up my sister Joni. She got there and here Joni was missing. Joni had escaped her bed and was standing in the 6^th floor window of the hospital looking out it. Now, was Joni in any real danger since hospital windows are sealed? Probably not, but the fact is, they weren’t watching Joni very well and here Mom had just lost one daughter and another one was MIA in St. Lukes.

            Mom says she didn’t even wait to change Joni out of her hospital pajamas. She grabbed Joni and headed for home. I can’t say as I blame her.

            Somewhere about this time, they made anyone who was in contact with Lisa take an antibiotic. It wasn’t just any antibiotic. It was a special one geared towards meningitis. I do not know the name of it, but I will never forget what it did to us. It turned us orange. Our skin turned orange. I peed orange. Our sweat was orange. Our eyes got an orange tint to them. Just like those people who take colloidal silver turn blue, we did the same in the color of orange.

            I wouldn’t swallow pills at that age, so they took the pill and put it in ice cream for me. It turned my ice cream orange. I cannot tell you if it tasted bad or not. It was hot that summer and I never turned ice cream down, even if it was orange. I still wish I remember which aunt stayed with us. I still think it was Marie and God bless her as she had to put up with me and my mouthiness. I refused to take my medicine until they figured out that ice cream trick. (I have since learned it was in fact Aunt Marie, God bless her!)

            Our home really became Grand Central Station at this time. We had all sorts of family there at the house helping out. My parents had a funeral to plan. They turned to White Funeral Home in Independence which is the funeral home that my family has used for many, many years.  

           Mom insisted that Lisa not be buried. Mom could not stand the thought of putting dirt on top of her daughter. To hear Mom tell it, Dad complained about the cost of putting Lisa in a mausoleum and Mom said that she didn’t care. She said if anyone threw dirt on Lisa that she would shoot them dead. Mom said the White boys said that they would have her arrested for threatening and Mom says she told them to go ahead, but that she would eventually get out and come hunt them down and shoot them dead. She told my father the same thing. My mother understandably took Lisa’s death very hard. I think losing a child is one of the worst things I have seen a human being endure.

            They found a cemetery in Waterloo where Lisa could be placed in a mausoleum vs. being buried. Lisa was to be interred at Mt. Olivet Catholic Cemetery there by the intersection of Highway 63 and US 20. People in the mausoleum are placed two per square in the wall. One will be placed on the inside of the building and another on the outside part of the wall. Mom didn’t want a stranger in the same hole as Lisa so they purchased both spots in the wall.

            While they were planning the funeral, I remember Aunt Mary Turner and her husband Kenny came to spend some time with us. I remember Mary taking my cousin Jeremy and me up to the funeral home in her green Chevy pickup with the topper on the back. She drove up through Quasky and was going to head for Winthrop to get to Independence. The Diagonal used to be gravel and had just recently been paved at this time. Mary wasn’t sure where the Diagonal lead to so she was going to take the way she knew. We told her to take the Diagonal and she told us in jest that if we got her lost, we would be in trouble. Mary took us up to the funeral home, but I remember she also took Jeremy and me out for ice cream at the Dairy Queen.

            Once back home, I was supposed to take a bath. I refused to take one for some reason and Kenny Turner lost patience with me. He took me by the arm and made me take a bath. I don’t blame him. I was most likely being an ass. I was only 7 years old and this was pretty tough for me too.

            I remember going to the wake. I remember the funeral better. Mrs. Bovenmeyer, my first grade teacher was there. She came up and gave me a hug and a kiss. God bless her! She was one of the sweetest teachers that anyone could ever have. Reverend Bill Arms from the church in Quasky came and was part of the service. I remember kids from the church there singing at the funeral. I remember we had standing room only when it came to Lisa’s funeral. It was very well attended.

            When the funeral was over, everyone was heading out to their cars to go to the cemetery. Again, it was very hot outside! 1983 was a scorcher. I was with my parents when they closed the coffin. I saw my parents give Lisa a kiss on the head before they closed the lid. I chose to give her a kiss on the forehead as well. I’m glad I did. I never did cry at Lisa’s funeral. I felt bad about that for years, but again, I was only 7.

            When we left, I rode in the white hearse with my parents. Mary and Kenny had our car and drove it for us. The one thing I remember about being in the hearse was the air conditioning. It was ice cold! I was not used to that. My parents car didn’t have working air conditioning. It was a nice chilly ride from Independence to the west side of Waterloo.

            I can still remember the police at all the intersections between Independence and the cemetery stopping traffic. They had their hats off in a sign of respect. We never stopped from the time we left Independence until we got to the cemetery. I remember them saying our funeral procession was over 2 miles long.

            Once we got to the cemetery, we got out of the car. My father was to be a pall bearer at this point when we took Lisa inside the mausoleum to place her in the wall. Dad asked if I wanted to go with him or stay with Mom. I opted to go with Dad. I held Dad’s hand while we took Lisa into the mausoleum. I remember the hole in the wall was open. I remember seeing little ball bearings inside the hole. I thought that was odd, but now I understand they were in there to help slide the casket in.

            I remember Aunt Bonnie the most there at the mausoleum. She was crying something fierce and I have never seen her tore up so bad. God bless Bonnie. She had a soft heart. They ratcheted Lisa up in the air and slid her into the wall. Even though we placed her in the wall from the inside of the mausoleum, her plaque is on the outside of the building. That was it. I don’t remember much after that. I know we went somewhere and had a luncheon afterwards. I think it was back at the funeral home.

            How do you go back to living life after something like this? My parents had to go back to living their life even though it had been drastically changed forever. My parents dealt with it very differently. Dad clammed up and Mom did strange things. My father became less and less jovial and became irritated much easier after Lisa’s death.

            I remember Lisa’s first birthday after she died. Mom baked a cake for Lisa but wouldn’t let us eat it. She said if Lisa wasn’t there to enjoy it, then neither would we. She took it up to the nursing home and let the elderly people eat it.

            One thing is for sure, I saw what it did to someone having to lose somebody close to them without having the chance to say goodbye. You learn not to take people for granted anymore. You also have a constant realization that anyone can be gone in a snap of the fingers. People who lose loved ones suddenly like this seem to have an understanding that those who haven’t lost someone this way lack. Losing someone suddenly changes you in a way that you cannot imagine. You sadly have to live it to understand it.

            I think Lisa’s death was the start of my parents’ divorce less than 8 years later. If my parents were having problems in their marriage in early 1983, Lisa’s death only exacerbated them. When I look back at my childhood, I look at it as those years before Lisa died and those years after she died. I had two sets of parents. There were the ones I had before Lisa died and those after. The ones before were warm and loving. The ones after were cold and distant.

            It affected me in the following ways. I felt guilty for not calling the operator for a long time afterwards. I learned that people can be taken away from you in a snap of the fingers. I became closer to God after Lisa’s death. I started attending church there in Quasky. I would go on my own and Mom would sit down at the Big Q. I still have the red bible that Lois Murray gave me in 1986. Once we moved to Walker, I quit going to church, but always felt a relationship with God.

            When I was 18, I was working at Iowa Ham in Independence. I worked the graveyard shift and I remember one afternoon having a vivid dream with my sister Lisa in it. She came and told me that everything was okay. She told me that I would have a daughter and that I would name her Lisa Marie as well. Wouldn’t you know, 3 years later I did indeed have a daughter and of course, her name was Lisa Marie Durnan after my sister.

            I want to take the time here to tell you a little about my sister. She will never have the opportunity to have children or grandchildren of her own who might otherwise write about her. As her brother, I feel a duty to preserve her memory. She certainly deserves it.

            Lisa was born February 15^th, 1980 at Oelwein, Iowa. She was born a “Blue” baby, with her umbilical cord around her neck. Thankfully, she survived that. She was only 14 months younger than my brother Casey. The two of them were pretty tight. She was my eldest sister, the third child of my parents, Bernard Luke and Teresa Ann Kane Durnan.

            Lisa was a very smart child. She did everything early. She was the type of kid who didn’t take guff from anyone. If we picked on her, she would wait until we were taking a nap and then she would come and pound the piss out of us. I remember her getting mad at me and throwing sand in my eyes one time. Boy that made me angry. I couldn’t see for awhile and my mother had to hold me under some running water to clear my eyes.

            Lisa liked “pretty” things. She loved her dolls. She was a lovable girl. She liked to play doctor and come check you out to see if you had a fever. She would take and open your eyes wide like a doctor and check you out. Dad would nickname her Doc Lisa sometimes.

            Lisa loved the Smurfs. Her last Christmas she got a lot of Smurf items. She referred to the Smurfs as “Murfs”. Another unique speech item for Lisa was that she used the word “foof” for “move”. If she wanted you to move over, she’d tell you to “foof” over. Even to this day my family uses the word “foof” for the word move. That’s a Lisa-ism.

            I remember one time we were going to see Aunt Diane. This was before the seat belt law in 1986. We were in the back of the car and Lisa was standing up in the back of the car leaning over the front of the seat. She was falling asleep and her legs were giving out under her. Her butt would start to droop down and it would wake her up just enough that she would stand back up and then the process would repeat. Casey and I got to laughing pretty good about that one. It entertained us for many miles.

            I have stopped from time to time up there at the cemetery where Lisa is interred. I haven’t been there since 2009 due to health. When I drove truck, I would go by on Highway 20 and you can look right up there to where she is. I would often toot my horn for her. I think of her often.

            I normally don’t like it when people say, “So and so is up in heaven looking down on us right now!” How do you know "so and so" made it to Heaven? You might be surprised. However, in Lisa’s case, I have no problem using the word Heaven. I do not believe for one minute that God would condemn an innocent little girl to Hell. I have always felt that God is a jealous God and likes to keep the best for himself. Maybe he took Lisa before she had a chance to become a sinner? I guess I’ll know the answer when I finally see God for myself. It’s one of the mysteries that I want to ask God about.

            I wrote this in Memoriam of the 30^th Anniversary of Lisa’s “Heaven Day”.

                                   

                                                                                                                        Her Brother,

                                                                                                                        Eric E. Durnan

 

 

                     

 

Et tu, History Channel?

            I don’t watch much television. I really don’t. When I drove semi for 10 years, I got more into listening to talk radio. Watching television is what truckers who had “nothing better to do” did. I always had something to do, somewhere to go. I got out of the habit of watching television and to this day, I really don’t miss it. However, there is one channel who has shows that I can become addicted to, and it’s the History Channel.

            I used to purchase cable, mainly for the kids. It became too expensive and I shut it off. There were too many garbage channels to be paying that kind of price. The History Channel was showing their videos online, and with my high speed connection, it worked well for me. For the past several years, I get all my television enjoyment from watching a couple of shows over on the History Channel website. That is – until recently.

            I also used to watch Deadliest Catch on Discovery.  They don’t show their videos online, so I have lost touch with the show. I don’t miss it. Will you find me buying their merchandise? Why would I? I have no connection to the show now. However, I have stayed in touch with the shows on the History Channel, and I would purchase a “Choot ‘Em” sticker for my pickup if I ever came across one. (I like Troy Landry!) I have noticed that starting this spring, History is putting everything of theirs behind a quasi-paywall. If you don’t have a cable provider, you’re out of luck. I guess it wasn’t good enough that I sat through all of their commercials while I watched the shows. I can’t tell you how many times I watched Eddie Money sing, “I’ve got – two tickets to paradise!” in his fictional travel agency. It seemed to be one of the more popular commercials shown on the History Channel.

            This has disappointed me a lot. I cannot lie. However, I got weaned off of Deadliest Catch, I’ll wean myself off of the History Channel shows as well. I mean this with true sincerity. I thought the History Channel was better than this. Maybe they faced pressure from the cable companies who said, “Hey – by you guys showing your content to anyone – we can’t make money here!”?

            If History ever reverses itself, I may come back – that is – unless I get to the point where I don’t care anymore. It’s quite human to learn to live without something after awhile. It’s also quite human to know when someone is jerking your chain – and not wanting to go back to them after that.