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Chillicothe News - Chillicothe, MO
Take a trip down memory lane as bloggers Danny Batson and Gary Thomas recollect their experiences while growing up in the Chillicothe area. We hope our discussion starters, pictures, and articles will evoke your personal recollections of Chillicothe; we invite you to share your stories with all of us. So, let us discuss the days gone by and have fun!
Fun Times in the 1930's by Bernard R. Dawkins, USN(retired)
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By Gary Thomas

Hi, I am Danny Batson (Knouse) and I am a lifelong resident of the Chillicothe area. I was born in 1951 and graduated from CHS in 1969. I took over my dad’s septic tank business that he founded in 1937. While I have been in every state ...

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Chillicothe: As We Remember

Hi, I am Danny Batson (Knouse) and I am a lifelong resident of the Chillicothe area. I was born in 1951 and graduated from CHS in 1969. I took over my dad’s septic tank business that he founded in 1937. While I have been in every state (except Hawaii and Maine), there is no place like home! I love taking pictures of old and unusual things and sharing them. There is beauty in everything, if we look for it. I have three Facebook pages filled with local pictures that may be of interest: “Where Has Danny Been,” Chillicothe Now,” and “Danny Batson”.

Hi, I am Gary Thomas and I was born just across from Central School in 1942. I graduated from CHS in 1960 and MU in 1964. After two years in Army, I completed a graduate degree at the University of Chicago in 1970. After working in software development for more than 40 years, I retired from Raytheon in 2007. I have an abiding interest in history and in researching past events, places, and people. My latest project is developing a history-based chronology for Livingston County from 1801-2000.

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Editor's Note:

Our guest contributor today is Bernard (Bernie) Dawkins. The two stories will tell us how the kids in the neighborhood used their ingenuity to "make their own fun" growing up in Chillicothe during the Great Depression of the 1930's. I intend to publish more stories from him in the coming days. Enjoy.

GT





Neighborhood Wars

Kids growing up in Chillicothe in the thirties, like most of our generation, had be resourceful.  With little cash in those Depression years, we implemented our own objects of amusement.



We carved "rubber guns" from a piece of wood about a half an inch thick and a little over a foot long. On the back of the handle, we would secure a spring clothespin to the grip. 



Our "ammo" was bands cut from discarded inner - tubes.  We would clip one end into the clothespin, stretch and twist the band to the front end of the "gun".  Now, we were loaded and ready for action. When fired at close range, the target would feel a sharp sting! 





Then we got more sophisticated and made "machine” guns. We used a longer board, about a half inch thick with notches cut at intervals, and a piece of strong cord tied to the front and stretch to the rear with rubber bands on top of the cord in the notches. We would load this weapon by knotting the bands for the shorter notches and tie two bands together for the longest.  An upward pull released the bands, singly, or in a volley. 



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           We were "Armed and dangerous" ready to use our weapons! Back then our family lived on south Walnut Street.  To our north were the Sinnards, who had a son named Roger. To our south, there was a family named Evans, with a son named Russell Lee, who we nicknamed "Popeye."  We three constituted “our side.”

Further to the south were two families named Batson and Moling. There were at least two boys in each family in our age group. For the most part, we were friends; but sometimes we would get into little scraps and divide into “sides” and declare “war"!

Editor's Note:

Yes friends, Bernie is talking about Danny’s family!

GT



The Batson’s had a small shed which their side used as "headquarters."  Once, when they were all inside plotting their next move against us, we slipped up on them and barricaded the shed’s door!

Through a small opening, we threw a lighted "stink bomb.” Now a "stink bomb" was made with chicken feathers wrapped with narrow, inner-tube rubber bands.  When lit, it emitted lots of foul



smelling smoke and
was hard to put out! 



We waited for them to break out of their smoke-filled headquarters and began to shoot them with our rubber guns.  When we ran out of "ammo", we pelted them with rotten tomatoes from a refuse



heap in back of the shed.  They let out yelps and surrendered. Our side had won the war, this time!




Tin Can Telephones

In those Depression years few homes in town had all the luxuries of "running water", electricity, and telephones. Toilets in our part of town were typically "outhouses.” We relied upon our own ingenuity to create such things as "scooters" made with old skates nailed onto the bottom of a pair of two by fours, with a makeshift vertical handle bar. One of our best inventions was the "tin can telephone.” We would take empty tin cans, punch holes in the bottoms and find some copper wire, stretch it tight and talk with each other. The wire we obtained from old coils discarded from autos of that period. Believe it, our "telephones" really worked.

I climbed a telephone pole in the alley behind our house and strung a wire from a rectangular meat can from Second Street to First Street where Jimmy Reynolds lived, and attached another tin can and drew the wire tight. Jim's dad, Homer Reynolds, who had a bad leg, climbed the pole and listened to me play my harmonica on our "telephone.”

We added yet another line to Russell Lee Evans clothesline to which we hung another can, and had ourselves a three-way party line.  As long as the wires were tight, our multi-line communication system worked great!

We experimented with paper cups and strong thread with even better results, because the “tinny” sound was eliminated.

However our communication system had to be scrapped eventually because the telephone company took a dim view of us using their telephone poles!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

 

BD

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