Monday, May 29, 2017

High School Graduation Day 2017

On Saturday, May 27, Gus's granddaughter, Abbie Grace Bowman, 18,
graduated from the South Carolina Governor's School for Science and Mathematics, in Hartsville, S.C.

About a week before, I was in Hartsville to hear Abbie's presentation of her senior research project: "Using C. elegans to model the effects of Cystic Fibrosis."

I heard every word she said. I wish I could say that I understood at least some of it!

Abbie will enter Johns Hopkins University this fall.

I'm very proud of her.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Gus Meets the Hangin' Judge

One of my favorite stories from high school days when I had a part-time job working for Joe Fischer Sinclair at his station on Lindbergh Road. Joe sent me to Waynesville, Mo., about 120 miles southwest of St. Louis, to pick up a car and tow it back.

I'm still laughing, sixty years later!!!

The Good Ol' Days

Years (many years!) ago, when I was a kid on Warder Avenue in University City, we (the whole Philpott family) were all seated around the dining room table one evening, We heard the back gate open and close, then the back door opened and closed.

Our neighbor from two doors up the street, Harry Gershenson, then about 7-8, came through the kitchen, walked through the dining room and the living room, and headed for the front door.

Dad said, 'Where are you going, Harry?"

"Oh, just taking a short cut," he said.

That was over 65 years ago, and I'm still chuckling.

I'll be in St. Louis in September, and I'm planning to call Harry. He may still own the house up the street, which he was using as his law office the last time we talked.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Birthday Ribs

:Lost Count"
Looks like I forgot to post a picture of this year's birthday celebration in Columbia, S.C. Dinner was with my daughter, Stephanie, and her husband, Paul.

I really wanted ribs, and that's what we had. And they were good.

The candles were sent to me by a Chicago friend with a good sense of humor! You'll notice no flames - I'm saving them for future years.

This was my 78th birthday, and I'm feeling great.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

February Visit with Clellie

Gus (78), Clel (86), Jim (75)
My younger brother, Jim and I visited our sister, Clellie, in Arcadia, Florida, in mid-February.

Jim lives in Parkersburg, W.Va., and he drove to Columbia, S.C. to pick me up. Together we drove to Arcadia the next day and arrived at Tim and Pat Backer's. We visited with Clellie on Friday and Saturday and headed back north on Sunday.

After Sunday night here in Columbia, Jim headed on to Parkersburg.

Clellie successfully sold her home at Arcadia Village and she did a great job of letting go of many years of accumulated "stuff".

Clellie is surrounded by many familiar items in her spacious room at Arcadia Oaks. At her fingertips are her computer, cell phone, sewing machines (plural !). She loves going out for meals.

Her sons, Tim and Tod, live in Arcadia. Joan is in Bartow. Kim is in Lighthouse Point. David Shore is in Venice, Fla. Sandy is in Reisterstown, Md.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Pop and Granddaughter - Same birthday

Today is the 116th anniversary of Pop's birth in Clifton Forge, Virginia. He left us too soon - back in 1962 at age 61.

Pop was Frank Roosevelt Philpott. I mean, Frank R. Philpott. He'd never tell anyone what the "R" for, because people would say, "For Franklin?" No, of course not. FDR was only 18 years old when Pop was born. The "R" was for Teddy Roosevelt (1858-1919), the 26th President of the United States (1901-1909).

One of Teddy Roosevelt's quotes on is "In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing."

Clifton Forge is an old railroad town in the mountains of western Virginia. It's west of Lexington, Va. and north of Roanoke.

How many of you have been to the town (or city) of your parents' birth? Have you tried to imagine what it was like for them in their childhood?

In 1992 I visited Clifton Forge and went to the railroad museum to look at photographs of Clifton Force c. 1900.

One of my favorite memories is Pop's story about working as a part-time night dispatcher for the railroad. Apparently, a troop train came through and he was told to send it down a siding and tell them to stay there until they were told to go back on the main line. He did. And then he went home. I guess he didn't tell the next dispatcher about it. As I recall his story, Pop said a soldier hoofed it up the tracks to the station about three days later and asked when they could continue their trip!!!

Today is another birthday in our family line.

My granddaughter, Abbie Grace Bowman (Stephanie's daughter) is 18 today. Happy Birthday, Abbie.

She is a high school senior at the South Carolina Governor's School for Science and Mathematics, in Hartsville, South Carolina. She is in the midst of choosing between Johns Hopkins University and Washington University.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Remembering Flynn Park

Something that brother Jim wrote me about Flynn Park today reminded me of the Flynn Park Elementary School reunion that the Class of '51 had in 1999. That year also happened to be the 75th anniversary of Flynn Park.

I was living in Woodstock, Ill., about 330 miles north of University City, and I had decided to ride my motorcycle to U. City for the event. Luckily, the weather early that October was good. I arrived at the school at about 3:00PM and before school let out for the day.

I knew it was important to go straight to the Principal's Office, and so I did. It was in the same room as in 1951 (I remember it well), and I walked into the small, crowded secretary's office. Two women were there, and I'm not sure just what they thought when they looked up and saw me. I was wearing jeans, my motorcycle jacket, motorcycle boots and I was carrying my helmet.

I didn't say anything, and eventually one of the women asked, "Can we help you with something?"

I stuttered and stumbled over my words. "Umm, uhhh, well, I was t-t-told to go to the Principal's Office. I was afraid, and so I ran away. That was in 1951. Mrs. Rossi's not still here waiting for me, is she?"

They laughed and said, "No, you're safe. She's not here."

I think Mrs. Rossi was Principal at Flynn Park for 25-35 years. By 1999 she had taken her ruler and headed north to the Great Elementary School in the Sky, where I'm sure she was keeping things in order.