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Story/memory from Rob Olson (79):

I was hopping someone else would tell this story but nobody has. So I thought I would-as best as I can remember The names are not changed because the statute of limitations has run out for trespassing.

Back in the early 70’s there was swimming hole out by the old slaughterhouse. To get to there we walked across the wheat field just west of the baseball field, went under a barbed wire fence (or over it if you were bigger) and then walked a ways. The older boys had made a dam so the water was fairly deep. (We typically did not go there when the older boys were there because they liked to dunks us, thow us in with our clothes and generally be mean) We went there after baseball practice was over so about 3:00 p.m. or so. I was not in Babe Ruth at the time but I always hung around during baseball practice shagging balls with the others. One day I believe it was me, Jeff Campbell, Gordon Malaterre, Clark Malaterre, David Hagel , Keith Fettig, probably Gene and Sylvester Parisien, and likely others that I don’t remember now, were down at the swimming hole having fun. Most of us did not have swimming trunks so we usually went without. Someone heard a noise and Clark sneaked up the bank to see who it was. We had been warned by the older boys not to get caught there. Clark turned and said we have to get out of here fast. Nancy Bedard and Gail Lamoureux were out riding horses and were coming toward the swimming hole. We had left our clothes on the side of the bank that they were coming from so we had to hustle over, grab our clothes, cross the creek and try to put them on while we were running, not a an easy thing to do. I am not a fast runner. Clark looking out for me like he did was helping me get dressed as we were running. The ladies on their horses were faster and soon were close by and yelling at us to stop running. Clark and I stopped while the other were about 20 yards ahead in the trees. Clark turned and answered, I think Nancy’s, questions about what we were doing there. The others kind of hovered around not wanting to get too close. I did not want to say anything because Gail would tell my mom and that would not have been good! After scolding us, both Nancy and Gail looked at each other with a little grin when Gail said “Clark you should zip up your zipper.” Clark had been too busy helping me that he forgot put his underwear on or zip his fly. Clark looked down, tucked himself in then looked up at the ladies and calmly said “thank you.”

I still think of that and is one of my best memories when I think of Clark-which is often. Of course we were back there the next day.

Rob Olson