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What's up next with YAH
The next issue of YAH is Sunday, August 9. And the theme is "Do Your Own Thing."
From tricycles to Fords
In the late 1930s, Santa left a dark green tricycle under the tree for my sister and me.
First Car Memories
My first car was a 1950 Mercury four-door with suicide doors. I bought it in Falls City, Neb for $150.
Good Old Black and Orange
It was 1935 and every 9-year-old plus boy I knew longed for his own bicycle. I was no exception and boldly approached my parents about acquiring a bike.
Still Scooting Along
Ever since I was a youth I have had a love for motorcycles. They are sleek and fun to ride with the wind in your face. It is relaxing as you ride and enjoy God's nature.
Learning to drive AFTER getting a license
When I was nine years old, my Dad, Clay Carrel, found some bikes in St. Joseph at a second hand store. There was a bike for me and a tricycle for my brother Richard and my dad's brother John. They were in good shape and cost five dollars each.
What's up next with Young at Heart
The next issue of YAH will be on May 10. The theme is "A kindness most remembered." Send your stories of memories (before 1980) and photos on this theme to yah@npgco.com
Ring the bell for the janitor
When I graduated from Savannah High School in the 1940s at the age of 17, I decided to get a teacher's degree from St. Joseph Junior College. As I lived on a farm, I didn't have transportation. So with a lot of anxiety I got a room at the YWCA.
Life in the penthouse
Long before downtown lofts became a fad, I was able to experience the advantage of this type of living in 1949 fresh from college. I took a job with the St. Joseph News-Press as an advertising representative. Because I was familiar with YMCA residencies, I applied and received a room in the "old" YMCA at 10th and Faraon, my first home in St. Joe.
What's up next with YAH
Look for more stories on the YMCA and YWCA on Sunday, April 26
Love and marriage at the Y
The Sunday after graduating from high school a cousin picked me up at my parents home in Forbes and took me to see a friend of her family that operated several short order restaurants in St. Joe. After a short interview, I was hired to go to work the next morning. I would be working from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. six days a week for two dollars a day. I then went to the YMCA to rent a sleeping room.
Out of the nest, into the Y
I came to the Y after graduating from high school in 1952. I was an 18 year old farm gal. I felt like my Dad pushed me out of the nest, otherwise I would probably still be on the farm.
On the roof in pajamas
I graduated from King City High School in 1929 and in September I decided to go to St. Joseph and attend Platt Gard Business School. The YWCA sounded like a dormitory, so I got a room there. If there were four girls in a room, it cost $1.50.
A haircut and shave at Workman's Barber Shop
Prior to 1958 when Donnie Blair began his employment at Workman's Barber Shop on the north side of the Savannah square, men in addition to getting their haircut, also got shaved there.
When I was 25
After I had gone to a year of business college and in the office of Bryan Hatchery for four years. Then I decided to go to Kansas City to work. I wanted to go where the bright lights were. Also more money and didn't cost anymore to live. More to see, and enjoy if I hadn't made the move. Some people I knew and made new friends, too
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