Blond Street & Sputnik
In 1953 we moved from the San
Jacinto school neighborhood to Blond Street, about a block from Carrigan
elementary school where I would attend 7th grade. We lived in a
duplex apartment behind a drugstore located on Holiday Street and Blond. Across
from the drugstore was a neighborhood grocery store. I don’t recall any of the
names of the establishments, but I went to school with Bobby Lee, the son of
the grocery store owner.
Tom & Gene Evans In Front of Duplex
I hated to leave San Jacinto
and the old neighborhood, and especially my friends, but I quickly made friends
with the neighborhood boys and girls, on Blond Street and had a crush on my
Home Room teacher again. But the year passed much too fast, and before I knew
it I was going to Reagan Jr. High, where I spent the next two years in the 8th
and 9th grades, before once again moving.
Blond Street was something of
a growing up period for me. I was now a teenager, and Rock ‘N’ Roll was taking
root. We went to bops at Haven’s Park, the MB Corral, and probably some other
places that I’ve forgotten. When Russia launched Sputnik we were watching the
skies. We listened to Snuff Garrett on the radio, and I started liking girls.
Sputnik Mania
I took Driver’s Ed at Reagan,
and obtained my driver’s license at 16. It was at Reagan that I also started
delving deeper into the sciences of biology (though I didn’t care much for
botany at the time), especially paleo biology and entomology. I wanted to
become an entomologist, actually, but the study of prehistoric life also
fascinated me.
During the summers I was a
dishwasher at Cecil’s Drive In, working the 3 to 11 shift. I may have even
started the job during school, but was only working Friday and Saturday nights
while school was going on. I earned twenty dollars a week working full time,
but my paycheck was actually $18.75. $1.25 went for taxes. But that paycheck
gave me spending money for bops, the swimming pool at Haven’s Park (and
Westmorland), as well as all the carnival rides at Haven’s Park.
I don’t remember all the names
from that period, sadly. Bobby Lee, as I’ve already mentioned. Eddy Walker,
Douglas Aldredy and his brother. In the duplex next to us were brother and
sister, Allan and Gene Evans. There were several girls in the neighborhood, but
I’ve forgotten their names. Other good friends that used to visit me, and we
were very close, were brother and sister Madison and Laverne Spencer. I made
contact with Douglas again recently, after almost 60 years. He told me that
Bobby Lee had passed away. But it would be nice to make contact with the
others.
In 1956 my father took on the
foreman’s job on a ranch, and we moved from Wichita Falls after ten years. He
was tired of cooking in cafes and went back to work as a cowboy again.
But that’s another story.