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June 12, 2015

My Mother’s Autobiography

Grace Latriena (Billman) Stallings
June 12, 1912 - October 23, 2001
Autobiography

"My father, Frank R. Billman [November 4, 1885–November 22, 1953], who had worked in oil fields before he married Ollie B. Fisher [February 19, 1889–November 21, 1965] on May 29, 1907."  (Below with grandson Bob standing in front.)

"Moved to Lewisville, Ohio, where Grace LaTriena Billman was born on June 12, 1912.

"I went to Lewisville School, which housed all grades.  They built on two large rooms school house in 1928 and a new Brick School (below) dedicated October 1930.

"Before they built the brick school house, the boys didn't have any place to play basketball.  There was a Tobacco Packing House (like a big barn) so they played in that.  Had no seats and used gas stoves to heat the place.

"The school, we would have a 'Social' on special dates.  The girls would bring a box of eats and at the end of social time, my cousin, John Billman (and my aunt Golda Straight) both said the boys would 'bid' for the boxes, then eat with the girls.

"I wasn't very tall, girls never wore jeans, slacks or shorts in those times.  Never had 'slumber' parties and I don't remember staying all night with my girls friends.  Had long hair until 1924.

"I liked 'playing house' with my dolls.  A neighbor lady, Tillie Winland, and I liked to go sleigh riding in winter, on a small bank near my grandparents Grant and Mary Fisher.

"Back in those days, there wasn't much Trick or Treat on Halloween.  I never went on one.  The big thing was the boys would upset [outdoor] toilets.  My Dad had ours fixed so they couldn't upset it, but the boys could have 'upset' him.

"In the fall, there was a farmer that lived near our home, that made molasses from sorghum that he had raised, which looked like a 'cane' like grass or broom corn.  Had a machine that had wheels and had to be pulled by a horse, round and round, to get juice from cane, for molasses.  The juice would go into a big oblong steel pan that was over fire.  It would cook until syrup stage.

"We kids that lived near, would hurry home from school to see if a pan was empty, if it was, we were allowed to lick the pan with our fingers.

"At Thanksgiving time my Grandparents, Mary and Grant Fisher, had that day to butcher the hog or hogs as Uncle Fred Fisher and my Dad had the day off from Bank and store.  Another man out in the country would come to help.  My Dad always shot the hogs.  After cut up, etc., my Dad would grind the meat to make sausages.

"Then, after everything was done, Dad had to clean the gun and I got to shot [sic] it. Only time I ever did that.

"In the summer for something to do, my folks along with two other families, Banders and Winlands, would go on picnics after church on Sunday.

"Some summer's [sic], my folks along with Uncle Fred and Aunt Rosa Fisher, would go spend the day with Sidney and Clara Whitmire and family.  Clara was a sister of Grandma Fisher.  Whitmire's lived in Chandlersville, Ohio.  We kids would ride the farm animals for some fun.

"Attended Methodist Protestant Church.  Once a year, they had revival service's [sic] for a week.  Had an extra minister to come to help with sermon's [sic].  After sermon, they would call those who wanted to know Jesus Christ better and confess their sins, to come forth to the altar.  (Like Billy Graham, 1994).  Some girls and I went to the altar.  I remember my father coming up to me after a while and prayed with me.

"At one class meeting, early in 1930, I attended was at a home that the girls had scarlatina several weeks before.  I was called to the telephone, which was my mother, saying I had company.  In so many days, I had a bad case of scarlet fever.  The doctor quarantine, placing the sign on the house by the door, to keep people from coming in to get the disease.  My mother wouldn't tell my Dad how bad I was.  He had to stay out, so he could be at the store.  One day he got a ladder, got on the porch roof, looked in and saw how sick I was.  Went back to the store, told the clerks they could do whatever had to be done, as he was coming in.  After I got over the disease, my mother washed my Dad's hair with lye soap.  She burned the carpet, curtains, and whatever she could burn.  Spraid [sic] with disinfection [sic], closed bedroom door for several days, later opened window's [sic] and left it [sic] way for a long time, with door closed.

"A lady, Mrs. John Egger, organized a group of girls . . . in summer would have a picnic, I took piano and clarinet lessons from her.

"I didn't finish high school but went to work in my father's store (below with F. R. Billman standing in front).  So many funny things happened.  One lady brought some 'homemade' butter to sell along with some eggs.  This butter was so round and smooth, my father said it looked suspicious, so [he] took it back to the other room, cut it in half and found is was mashed potatoes, covered with the butter.  He put it back together, smooth[ed] the butter and told the lady he couldn’t take it.

"An elderly lady who lived a few houses from the store, her panties came off coming to the store.  Came in asked [the] clerk, Clayton English, for a paper bag.  She put the panties into [the] bag and next day brought the paper bag back.

"Clayton English dared me to eat some raw oyster, which I did, but no more of that.

"We had a glass showcase that held candy in glass dishes (think your mother and your aunt Carole Stallings) each have one.  People would tell you what kind and how much they wanted.

"At Christmas time Dad would order a 'big' oak barrel of what they called it then, 'hard tack' candy.  He wouldn't open that [sic] one he just received but the one he got the year before, said it would 'ripen' by not opening it for that long.

"We had a rack for 'big' boxes or cartons of cookies, put glass top on the, the customer would tell you how much and what kind they wanted.

"Oh yes, in those days, you sold 25# flour and 25# sugar which had to be stored in basement.  Just had 5 lbs on shelves upstairs.  In those days, as a clerk, you were back of the counter and the customer would tell you what they [sic] wanted.  Clerk would take it off the shelves.  They would pay for the groceries, etc., with what they brought in, like eggs, chicken, etc.  Two weeks before Thanksgiving and Christmas was the time the farmers to bring [sic] in turkey's [sic].  There would be a truck from wholesale companies in Pittsburgh, Pa., to take them. We also took chicken's [sic] anytime, not too many, so town people would buy one now and then.

"Esther Miracle, Lillian Lubuagh, Mary Latta, Frank and Grace went to the Chicago World's Fair 1934.

"My father would go to Baltimore, MD, spring and fall, to a wholesale house to buy things for the store.  Mr. Bowersock, a clerk at the wholesale house, helped my father in buying and entertaining him.  One late summer my mother and I went with him that was in 1929.

"I taught a young girls' Sunday School class for a short time and was one of the several that played piano for Sunday School and Church.  My father was Supt. of Sunday School for over 36 years and Mother was a teacher for small boys and girls for over 20 years.

"In June 1939, I was appointed delegate to Conference.  That was when the Methodist Episcopal and Methodist Protestant Churches, joined to one Methodist Protestant.  Mother and I went to Salina, Ohio, June 1939.  Then to North-East Ohio Conference in Lakeside, Ohio in two weeks.  They still hold Conferences in Lakeside.

"I was married on September 23, 1939 (to C. [Charles} Frank Stallings, left, in 1980), then my father was made delegate, his last conference was June 1952, as he passed away on November 22, 1953.  He was sent to Methodist Protestant Convention in Washington, D.C. May 12–15, 1931.  He was delegate from North East Conference in San Francisco, Calif., April 22–May 6, 1952, didn't get to attend because of heart.  Did get to North Central Jurisdictional Conference in Milwaukee, Wisc., July 1952 as delegate from North East Conference.  Mother got to go with him.  He was Secy. and Treas. of Cambridge District of North East Ohio Conference.

"My father had worked for Charles Oblinger from 1907, then had half interest after 1918 and bought the store after Mr. Oblinger died Dec. 10, 1920.  He sold store to Geo. Radon because of health who took over June 1, 1953.  The store burned down on Sept. 7, 1956, which was suspicious.  The store front came from Germany.

"Frank Reynolds and Ollie Belle Billman are buried in Friendship Burial Cemetery, Lewisville, OH, up a small hill from where they went to housekeeping, on State Route 145, which goes to Stafford, OH."

March 7, 2014

Vine Street School

Vine Street School, 44 North Vine Street, Westerville (OH), opened in 1896.  In the late 1940s, we were living just up the street at 114 North Vine Street.  I went to kindergarten (see class photo, below; that's me in the middle of the second row in the light shirt) and first, second, and some of third grade at Vine Street School.

Mrs. Mylander’s; kindergarten class, 1949–1950.

One morning while in third grade, our entire school marched off to the brand new Whittier Elementary School which I attended for the remainder of that year and for grades four and five.

After finishing fifth grade, our class returned to Vine Street School, now remodeled and renamed Emerson Middle School, for grades six through eight.  We were joined by a whole new bunch of kids who had gone to the other elementary school in town, Longfellow School.

Emerson Junior High School Graduating Class 1958

Following graduation from eight grade, we all went to the 'old' Westerville High School on South State Street for our freshman and sophomore years after which we once again were treated to a new structure, moving to the "new" high school on South Otterbein Avenue, now known as Westerville South High, for our junior and senior years.  Whew!  What a journey!

Postscript: Vine Street School, a registered historic landmark, is now known as Emerson Magnet School whose official title indicates its mission: "Emerson World Languages and Cultures Elementary Magnet School."  The old high school on South State Street is now another elementary magnet school known officially as Hanby Arts Magnet School.

February 16, 2014

In Memory of Ralph Earl Readout (March 12, 1931 – February 12, 2014)

Ralph Earl Readout, age 82, was born on March 12, 1931 and passed away on February 12, 2014.  Preceded in death by sister, Dorothy (John) Morris, and brother Clarence Readout.  Survived by loving wife of 63 years, Dorothy Ann (Dottie) Readout; brother, Edward (Mackye) Readout; sister-in-law, Janice Readout; brother-in-law, Howard (Barbara) Cassady; and many wonderful family members, nieces, nephews, and special nephew David Cassady.  At Ralph's request, there will be no services.  Private burial will be held at later date.  In lieu of flowers, friends may contribute to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society or to a charity of your choice.  Arrangements by the Moreland Funeral Home, Westerville, Ohio.

June 1, 2013

Summer Job 1966

As an undergraduate at Ohio State, I worked during the summer months on the maintenance crew for the Westerville (Ohio) Board of Education.  Most often I was a painter, at one point even being put in charge of my own paint crew(!).  The photo below was cut out of the local weekly newspaper, the Westerville Public Opinion.  That's my mother's handwriting identifying me (top) and the publication date (bottom).  The photo shows Westerville (South) High biology teacher (and my former basketball coach), Dale Starr (left), and me (center) painting a goal post at the high school football stadium.  Luckily, there are no photos of our next job, which was to paint the rusting chain link fence around the field using long-nap rollers.  Both Dale and I went home at the end of each day caked with aluminum paint, thanks to a strong breeze that blew silvery mist all over us as we rolled our way around the field.

September 13, 2012

WHS Class of '62 Reunion

Group photo of those members of the Westerville (Ohio) High School Class of 1962 who attended the 50th anniversary reunion September 7-8, 2012.  Sorry I wasn't able to join them.

My thanks to Karen Sue Meyer (Class of '64 and sister of Patti Meyer, Class of '62) for forwarding this photo from George Fred Meredith's Facebook page.

July 29, 2012

Remembering Drew’s Crew

After watching a story about a group of senior citizens, all of whom were retired professional musicians who still get together to play dance music from the "Big Band" era, I began reflecting on my own encounter with this music when I was in high school in central Ohio.  (I guess reflecting on one's high school years is inevitable when classmates are preparing for our fiftieth class reunion, in this case the Westerville [South] High School Class of 1962.)

Remember Drew's Crew?  "Drew" was Phil Pearson, a friend and classmate given the nickname by our high school math teacher, Bob Short, who named him after muckraking newspaper columnist and radio personality, Drew Pearson (1897-1969).  Phil was a clarinetist and conductor of this small dance band comprised mostly of members of the Class of '62.  I was one of its trombonists.  We played for high school dances and proms in the central Ohio area during the 1961–62 school year.

Westerville High had had an official dance band led by our high school instrumental music teacher, Forrest Becker.  I played trombone in this high school band alongside fellow trombonist J. B. Armstrong, who went on to become a professional musician.  (Needless to say, I did not!)  For whatever reason, Mr. Becker disbanded the WHS dance band after the 1960–61 school year.  Some of us, led by Phil Pearson, approached Becker about continuing on our own, and he was kind enough to turn over to us the school band's complete library of sheet music.  Drew's Crew was born, so-named, as I recall, by Richard Lauer, lead trumpet player.

Two memories from my short-lived "career" as a member of Drew's Crew stand out.  One was the Friday night that we played for our own high school's winter homecoming in 1962.  We had been explicitly told by our high school principal, John Mowder, that dancers would not be permitted to do the twist, a rock-and-roll-inspired dance craze in the early 1960s (remember Chubby Checker?).  About halfway through the evening's playing and without telling anyone in advance, Dick Lauer rose from his seat and, carrying his trumpet, walked to the microphone.  He leaned forward and, in a low voice (as if the dance's chaperones would be unable to hear him!), asked if anyone wanted to do the twist.  There followed a resounding "Yes!" from the dancers.   Smiling sheepishly, Dick took his seat, and Phil lead us in played the only song in our repertoire that was suitable for doing the twist, Glenn Miller's famous "In the Mood."  (As far as I can recall, no one in the band ever got into trouble over this.)

The other outstanding memory was the night we played a senior prom somewhere in southern Delaware County (I don't remember the name of the high school), and once again Dick Lauer was at the center of things.  As the evening wore on and dancing couples began disappearing to do who knows what (!), Dick became increasingly worried that we would not be paid.  Between numbers he kept whispering to Pearson to "Get the check!," "Get the check!"   We finished the performance, were handed our check without incident, and drove back to Westerville in the early morning pleased to lead the life of professional musicians, if only for a few fleeting months.

July 10, 2012

Twelfth Grade Report Card

Okay, okay!  So I wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer.

July 8, 2012

Memories for the W.H.S. Class of ’62 Reunion

Teacher memories (in no particular order):

How intimidating Mrs. Clary was in freshman and sophomore Latin, up there in her little third floor classroom at the "old" high school on State Street, when she spoke those three dreaded words, "Rise and translate!";

Ralph Readout being such a presence in the classroom, despite the fact that we spent most of our time answering the questions that filled his blackboards everyday;

Bob Short's innovative teaching methods and his introduction of trigonometry into the curriculum, all of which paid off in advanced placement in college;

Forrest Becker's patience as band director;

Guidance counselor Fred [?] Hanny, who seemed more like an older brother than a school administrator;

Cornelia (Connie) Nicholson, junior English teacher fresh from the University of Connecticut, who seemed to take a personal interest in each one of us and who even read my short stories and provided feedback and encouragement;

After-school help from Mrs. Ray that made it possible for me to pass freshman algebra (barely) and keep my eligibility for freshman basketball.


Equally memorable were visits that I made, often accompanied by Phil Pearson, to the homes of teachers long after we had graduated, including:

Dalton Lotz, who introduced French 1 and 2 into our curriculum, who was so gracious at his home in Linden near arch rival McKinley High;

Joe Ralston, chemistry and physics teacher and survivor of the infamous Bataan death march, at his ranch home set way back on Route 161 [?] where he confided that he thought I showed promise as a future scientist in eleventh grade chemistry but realized that he had been mistaken after my poor performance in twelfth grade physics (were we drinking beer as we talked???);

Bill Sadler and his wife at their duplex on West Lincoln Street near the Otterbein University football stadium;

Visiting Bob Short at his home on East Walnut Street and being happy to tell him how well his teaching had prepared me for college math at Ohio State;

Even Principal John Mowder, never one of my favorites (Tom Bancroft was a hard act to follow!), received me warmly at his home on County Line Road.

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We were lucky to have had them and many others as our teachers and administrators, even though it took me years, and in some cases decades, to realize it.

Eight Grade Class Photo

Emerson Junior High School

Emerson Junior High School Photos

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