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dan 24, mom, dad
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The 1970 News Review
This all started way, way back in December 1941. I'd just taken a picture of Larry and the dog in a bushel basket, and it seemed appropriate to use as an Xmas card greeting, especially with a blurb added about "putting all the Eggs in one basket. " Nothing more happened until 1947 when, out of uniform at last, card sending could begin again. Except for a lapse about 1955, when I was away in Aruba, the series has continued unbroken. It gets to be more of a production problem as the years go by and the boys are scattered around the country. Last year's group picture was just good luck that everybody was home at Thanksgiving. Even getting up-to-date activity reports isn't always easy when it must be done by mail.
As 1970 drew to a close, Les had been painfully reminded that he was inferior in the interior. So the local USAF medical specialists went to work to debug his problem and right after New Year's a cholosystectomy took place. That particular slice job is best known as a gall bladder operation. It hurts just as much by either name, and it sure slows a man down for a while. After those internal repairs and alterations were complete and convalescence over, Les dug with renewed energy into the problems of hyperbaric fire protection that had been taking up much of his time since the astronauts died at Cape Kennedy early in 1967. By the end of the year most of the headaches had responded to aspirin and hard work, a final report had been written, and a major effort about completed. Paralleling this work was a study for the Office of Civil Defense, dating back to 1968. This involved outlining a feasible defense system against nuclear attacks, with a hypothetical application at San Jose, California. So most of the 1970 travel was back and forth to the West Coast, helping to keep the airlines in business. The OCD project report was released in December, so two big jobs were finished up during the 12-month period.
That first painting in June 1969 really started something. Now, about 20 pictures later, wall space is at a premium. There are six paintings on the office wall. To date, none have been hung in the bathrooms or kitchen, but who knows what the future may bring? A few are oils, the rest are acrylics, including one inspired by that 1941 eggs in the basket photograph. Two were based on color transparencies taken on the beach at Guadalcanal way back in 1944. Art classes at night have provided the necessary guidance and a convenient studio to work in. The biggest problem seems to be that he gets paint all over his good clothes and has five thumbs on each hand.
Usually Les has been the family traveler, but 1970 found him a poor third in the rat race, both in mileage and remoteness of the places visited. Polly started the year with her usual musical mixed grill of concert going, a few piano pupils, substitute organist, and celloing in the orchestra. In June things started to happen. First she headed up to Buffalo by car and bus to attend an AGO (organ) convention. On July 16th, a plane took her to New York where she changed to another jet bound for London to begin a long summer in Europe. Traveling via Bristol, she went to Wales for a very pleasant week's visit and seeing the beautiful countryside. The next extended stop was Glasgow, where she looked at lots of castles, relived history, took many side trips, and attended a MacMillan family reunion. It wasn't easy for her to leave Scotland, but after about three weeks she reluctantly moved down to London as a new base from which to explore England. With so many things she wanted to see, and places she wanted to visit, the biggest problem was making a choice of what came first. A British Railpass eased transportation costs considerably, and she sure got around. Halfway through the London stay an opportunity arose to join up with a conducted tour on the Continent. She couldn't resist. A hectic action-packed week carried her by plane and bus to Switzerland, Italy, Austria, and into Bavaria where she saw the Passion Play at Oberammagau and the Oktober-fest in Munich. By the time she'd rested up back in London, it was time to plan for the trip home. Getting in the maximum sightseeing possible en route, she crossed the Channel to Belgium, looked around Frankfurt for a few days, then early in October, against her desires, climbed aboard the big aluminum, bird destined for New York.
There was no urgent reason to return to San Antonio immediately, so the trip south was leisurely, spaced by visits in New Jersey, Ohio, Indiana and Missouri, traveling in all deliberate haste. Polly was in a considerable dither when two pieces of her baggage got lost. Les got busy on tracer actions and eventually one turned up in New York, the other in Memphis. Both reached San Antonio before she did in early November. Plans for a return to England next year already occupy her thoughts. This first trip just whetted her appetite for more.
Larry finished up about seven years in the Army late in 1969, so 1970 found him getting readjusted to civil life. The year started with a bang! Les had hardly gotten out of the hospital from his operation when Larry came in one evening in sad shape. He'd been out hill jumping on a motorcycle. Bike and boy got separated. Once again it was proven that birds can fly, but when people try, the landing may be rough! A badly torn knee immobilized him awhile, but eventually he recovered and in April started to work on the 1970 Census as an enumerator. Apparently persuading people to use the right spaces on census forms is a real art, for Larry got a commendation on his work and was called back for supplementary surveys. All summer long he was acting Post Organist at Fort Sam Houston. Supplying wedding music, conventional or otherwise, was his specialty. In September the time came for a return to student life. Riding his trusty Volkswagen, he moved up to 500 E. Rollins, Columbia, Missouri 65201 to hit the books again and take his place once more with the Marching Mizzou Band. It's a good way to go to football games, even if TV often has a better view. Hopefully Larry will get that elusive and long-deferred sheepskin in the spring or summer of 1972. So far, his grades look pretty good.
Ed was the family champion in both local and long distance mileage for the year. Late in 1969 he was a 2nd Lt. SigC assigned to Ft. Monmouth, N. J. and shuttled back and forth to a defense plant near Washington as liaison officer on a research project. Around Xmas, he was alerted for oversea. duty in Southeast Asia, but the commuting continued right up to late April when he went to San Francisco via San Antonio and looked down at the Golden Gate en route to Thailand. Some 22 weary flying hours later the plane deposited him at Bangkok for a bus trip up to Korat, about a hundred miles to the north in the hill country. Ed was assigned to STRATCOM CCCCA, APO San Francisco, 96233, so we had an address for him but not until recently did we know much of what he was up to. It wasn't secret, but his letters were somewhat fragmentary. Obviously you can't run a complex military machine without good communications, and since Ma Bell stays home in her stateside kitchen, a comparable phone/radio network had to be established and operated worldwide to support the troops. Ed became a cogwheel in the Thailand portion. Something like that is a 24-hour a day operation, so he was quickly put on lots of shift work. Once he got used to the arduous and demanding schedule, he began to look around Korat, making friends among the Thais and seeing the sights, which are plentiful and interesting. At the moment, his base of operations is being moved to Bangkok. He's not happy about leaving Korat behind, but life in the big city should bring new experiences. Ed comments that his tour of foreign duty is becoming more and more both enjoyable and educational. If he doesn't get things done at first, he can always Thai, Thai again! (That gag just couldn't be resisted!)
Dan has gotten himself pretty well settled on the academic treadmill. He's in his second year of teaching at Davis Middle School here in San Antonio, with all his requirements completed for his certificate. That was done locally this spring by courses at Our Lady of the Lake College. The summer was again spent down at Texas A&I plugging away on his M. A. degree. The thesis will be about the history of the Negro community of Kingsville. Naturally, the summer wasn't entirely devoted to work. He had parts in two plays, one the ever-popular Gilbert & Sullivan musical, HMS Pinafore. Dan currently teaches Language Arts and Social Studies, and music is one of his responsibilities. Years ago, the schools offered reading, writing, and arithmetic. Rumor has it that they still do - after a fashion - but all the subjects have new titles, and you almost have to attend the class to figure out what's supposed to be covered! He's moved to a new address at 177 Bonair, closer to his school (78222), on a place large enough for his landlord to keep a hodgepodge of livestock. Occasionally Dan gets put to work as part time farm boy. That, too, is an education! He continues to enjoy politics as a precinct chairman and as a delegate to the Teachers' Council. His class studied the stock market and bought a share of stock as a practical exercise. He's even gotten mixed up with ballooning, helping to retrieve a 75-ft balloon used for local advertising purposes. So far, he hasn't flown in it, but hopes to soon, up at Austin where it's based. Les has ideas in that direction, too. It would be perfect for high-angle pictures of San Antonio.
As for the animals, Buffy, our blonde Cocker, went to obedience school all fall and spring. Now she can be made to behave if you put your mind to it. She has a mind of her own. They say that to train a dog you must be smarter than the dog. That must explain the problems we have. Last year, Kit was ruler of the roost, but now since Buffy is bigger and Ming bossier, Kit just lets them push her around. Within limits, of course. The other two roughhouse each other and have lots of fun, but Kit maintains her dignity. If there's a dowager type in the kingdom of cats, she qualifies as one. Ming is just an extrovert clown. What a character!
Well - - there it is for 1970. Wonder what next year will be like?
230 Montpelier Drive
San Antonio, Texas 78228
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A CHRISTMAS CHRONICLE FOR 1971
Thirty years have rolled by since the picture on the inside fold started off this series of do-it-yourself cards. It wasn't originally intended to begin a tradition, but time bas pretty much done that anyhow. Right now, being fundamentally lazy, I can't help think how easy it would be to go down to the friendly neighborhood stationer, come home with a stack of beautiful cards, and just mail them out. But then the mails start bringing in cards from all over, many with personal notes enclosed, inspired by this annual news missive. It leaves me no choice. I turn to the typewriter, wham away like mad, and, after much perspiration, am finally ready to get an assist from the printer. It's a big job, and once it's finished, I'm proud of it. The only problem is to scrape up enough energy to get started each year. Thirty years have been completed, but I don't think the series will last another thirty. Maybe we can stretch out the string for another 5 or 10 years. After that, I can afford to loaf the year around.
The year was a relatively uneventful one for Les. He finally finished the research on hyperbaric fire protection. Occasionally now he acts in a consultant role. The current contracts concern mostly the various aspects of fuel vapor releases and what can be done to reduce the hazard potential. As usual, this requires a lot of travel around various parts of the U.S. Art activities continued in high gear and several large acrylic paintings were finished. To improve his techniques, Les decided to enroll in a Life Drawing course. With two semesters completed, he has mixed emotions as to the results. Undoubtedly a little progress was made, but it convinced him that he had six left thumbs on each hand. After a normal days work, 3 hours of concentrated drawing standing up can leave you pretty well worn out. Right now the plan is to shift to a Clay Pottery and Sculpture course for the Spring Semester. Hopefully it shouldn't be much more difficult than glorified mud pie making. As was the case with painting, he'll probably wind up more clay on his clothes than the object being worked upon. At least though, Les had had a little preliminary practice as a mud dauber. During the summer, he took advantage of the local military base crafts shops and made quite a few ceramics pieces. Polly got in the act too, and with Les doing much of the dirty work, she wound up with a beautiful thirteen-piece Nativity set, plus lots of smaller things. Dan is now exhibiting the Nativity set at his school, complete with a creche whipped up out of scrap plywood. Thanks to retired USAF medical benefits, both of us got some body repair work done during the year.
Polly had had trouble with an aching leg for years, so finally she had a vein stripping operation that slowed her down for several months. That's not easy to do. She just has to be on the move. About the time she'd recovered, Les started some oral surgery to keep the dentists busy. That was a prolonged ordeal that meant little or no eating for a while. He lost 20 pounds, and there was a time when clothes draped on him like a scarecrow. It's a Spartan way to reduce the waistline and definitely not recommended to others. For some months, anybody who called him "Old Sorepuss" would have been telling the literal - and painful truth! At the doctor's command, Polly took it easy this year and let her leg heal up properly. Since she couldn't very well take any long trips in her customary gadding about the country, she decided to take some courses at the local junior college and learn how to play her cello properly. For years she'd fiddled away in community orchestras with a sort of hunt-and-peck method. It was a real struggle to change the old habits. At the same time, she started to learn to play a recorder. It sounds a lot like a peanut whistle with weird variations. For academic leaven, a course was added in Humanities. In her extracurricular activities, she sang in both choral groups. For some reason or other, Polly is always getting mixed up with organs. She was a substitute organist for 19 weeks early in the year, and now is playing the organ part in a performance of the Messiah at Randolph AFB close by here. Staying at home this year hasn't settled Polly down. She so enjoyed last year's trip to Europe that she actively plans to do it again in 1972, joining a local college group for a while as they tour Israel as part of a Bible History course. If all goes well and the devaluation of the dollar doesn't make it too expensive she hopes to be on her way as soon as her spring classes are over. Les will stay home; keep the home fires burning and the animals fed.
Larry has had a well scrambled college career. He returned to college in 1970 after many years in the Army, and this year got an unexpected business management education. The student co-op where he lived got into financial hot water, so Larry wound up a Treasurer. After a lot of hard-nosed work collecting bills, cutting expenses, and rehabilitating the house, he got the place back in the black ink side of the ledger, but it was a rugged experience. It's a shame he couldn't get course credit, for it taught him a lot about human nature and the value of a dollar. In what time he could spare he ran the stage lights for the Summer Repertory Theater, so it wasn't all work. Years ago Larry was a member of the Marching Mizzou Band. He is again and this was his fourth season. The football team, though, didn't do very well, with a sorry 1-10-0 record. The band, as always, was a winner but the gridiron boys never caught up. That took a lot of fun out of the games. We hear rumors that Larry goes to classes and passes courses with respectable grades. It must be so, since he says he officially qualifies as a senior in January 1972. Hopefully by the end of the year he'll finally get that coveted sheepskin. Address is Crest CoOp, 500 E. Rollins, Columbia, Missouri 65201.
Ed spent much of 1970 as a 1st Lt., Signal Corps, out in the boondocks at Korat, Thailand. In early 1971, the headquarters began to more into new quarters in Bangkok, so Ed got a good chance to see the big city. He liked Thailand and wanted to extend his tour, but with things being wound up in Southeast Asia, found himself headed back to the States in April. We enjoyed his tour in Thailand through the many beautiful things he mailed home. Once released from active duty, Ed came back to San Antonio for a while. Before long, it was time to head up to Washington, D. C. where he'd enrolled for an MS in Computer Management, starting in the Summer Session. Looking around for a Reserve assignment, he landed with an active group, and so had two weeks of duty at Ft. Belvoir between terms. Thus his military obligation helps pay the school expenses. Ed reports A's and B's in his courses so far, and has his schedule pretty well mapped out. By the end of the 1972 Summer Session he expects to be ready for the required comprehensive exam and the degree. Address is: 4725 Boiling Brook Parkway, Rockville, Maryland 20853
Dan, now teaching for his fourth year, is practically an old timer. In his third year at Davis, he expounds on Language Arts, Social Studies and Music to Sixth Graders. He even taught Art for a while on Saturday mornings! As usual, the summer was spent at Texas A&I working towards his MA degree. It's almost in sight now. Next summer should finish the job. As a pleasant sideline, Dan was in a production of West Side Story. Last year he spent a lot of time helping to chase and retrieve a 75-foot advertising hot air balloon. This year his persistence paid off. His first night came over Labor Day and with two more flights accomplished, he's had 3 1/2 hours of flight time. Les has been promised a flight, but so far it hasn't materialized. Dan's collection of high angle pictures of San Antonio from the air is growing rapidly. He takes a ribbing about doing well at teaching and ballooning because he's gotten to be a hot air expert. Dan gets over almost every Sunday so we manage to keep pretty well posted on his activities. Could it be he finds the cooking better at home? Address : 177 Bonair, San Antonio, Texas.
We started 1971 with Buffy, a blond cocker, Kit a white longhair cat, and Ming, a bluepoint Siamese. Life without them would have been dull. During the summer an orange colored waif turned up in a friend's back yard. Somehow or other, her tail had been almost cut off in an accident, and she was such a peculiar cat to say the least. But she was such a friendly little rascal that she was added to the domestic zoo. For obvious reasons, she had to be named Taffy...it suited her better than "yellow belly. " That made three cats in the house for Buffy to play with. In November, while the roof was being replaced as aftermath of a May hailstorm, Ming disappeared. The same afternoon we found her dead...apparently from poisoning, tho we'll never really know. The place she left just had to be filled, and now Ming II, a tiny Siamese kitten is hard at work as a replacement. How such a small animal can make so much noise and get into so much mischief is beyond all comprehension. They say a Siamese is half tiger and half monkey. Ming seems to be at least 75% monkey! Dan, too, got himself a kitten, a black bundle of energy named Natasha. When he comes to dinner Sundays. Natasha comes along. Kit thinks herself too dignified to romp about, but Taffy, Ming II, and Natasha have a ball. Four cats practically constitute a feline fiesta! It's a weekly cat race.
Well, that's it for 1971. Now I can relax from the duties of scribe, stretch out in my easy chair, and loaf until the passing of Thanksgiving and approach of Christmas 1972 puts me on the spot once again.
230 Montpelier Drive
San Antonio, Texas 78228
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san antonio
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Will this be the last newsletter? Perhaps yes, and perhaps no. After 30 years, with the family all grown up and scattered, there's a good logical excuse for wanting to lean back, relax, and simply enjoy life as it comes. So, whether or not a 1973 newsletter comes out will be mostly a matter of the Laziness Quotient (LQ) at the moment. If the LQ increases at the current rate, the chances of a '73 newsletter are pretty slim!
Les had a variety of projects cooking during 1972. One was a 1971 carryover, measuring flammable vapor concentrations from fuel spills and leaks in Air Force hangars. The results were 90 surprising and upset so many long-held notions that in September the work was extended to include tests on aircraft shelters in Germany. That was an eventful two-week assignment.
In his spare time Les managed to visit Frankfurt, Heidelberg, Mannheim, Worms, Mainz, Wiesbaden, and drive down the Rhine and back as far as Koblenz. Naturally he stopped to see the Lorelei Rock. On the way 'home he visited in England for a few days, spent mostly in sightseeing around London. He liked Europe and wants to get back and see more!
Early in the year Les was carrying out some tests on acrylic lenses for fluorescent lights under fire exposure conditions. During the preparations he walked into the bottom corner of a window air conditioner gashing the scalp. It turned out to be serious. Dizzy spells and uncertain gait plagued him, and he had to cut outside activities to the bone, including a pottery course at SAC. The doctors finally concluded that there must have been a brain concussion. The "dizzy-dizzies" wore off, but even as late as October kept on flaring up to plague him.
Probably the most interesting project was sponsored by a chemical industry group, evaluating the effectiveness of water spray for protection against large flammable vapor releases. A lot has been learned so far, but there are still many aspects to resolve and hopefully answers will be found.
Polly had a frustrating summer. She'd planned for a long stay in Europe, leaving Dallas for Frankfurt on 17 May, returning via Oakland on 30 October. On 8 April, however, she was rushed to the hospital with cardiac symptons. In a few days, cardiac troubles were ruled out, and a long series of lab tests begun. The diagnosis was gall bladder malfunction plus some yet to be determined complications. Finally, on 8 May she spent five hours in the operating room, Out came the ailing gall bladder plus a section of the sigmoid colon where a cancer had started. She was lucky that the gall bladder rang the alarm bell in time to catch the cancer !
Rescheduling the trip to Europe involved lots of compromises and guesswork on how fast she'd get back on her feet. After several postponements, though, she finally took off for Frankfort on 20 September to salvage what she could of the planned trip. After a few days in Munich, she went over to Dover via Luxembourg and France, just about the time Les got to England, catching up with him in London before he headed back to the U. S. After a quick swing around England, she returned to Munich to join a tour group visiting Istanbul. By then, it was time to go to Frankfurt and catch her flight for Oakland, but not before getting to see Heidelberg. In the States again, she flew down to Los Angeles, thence to San Diego, back north to Fresno, and north again to Portland, pretty well hovering the Pacific coast. From there she turned east via Amtrak with a stop in Livingston, Montana. The train took her as far as Minneapolis. The next travel was by bus, visits in lowa, and down to Columbia for several days with Larry at U. of Missouri. Finally, early in December she arrived back in San Antonio. It wasn't the six to seven month trip she'd first planned, but in view of her hospitalization, that 11 weeks was quite an undertaking!
After many long years and an extended military time out, Larry is now a Senior at the University of Missouri, scheduled to receive his degree next May. Naturally, he' s playing in the Marching Mizzou Band and will be at the Fiesta Bowl in Tempe, Arizona to cheer on those Tigers. He's also the organist in Fulton, Missouri so music keeps him well occupied. In his spare time he carries on student government activities as chairman of one of the committees. Larry spent the summer in telephone solicitation, and did well at it. For a while he managed a men's cooperative, but now has his own apartment
After Ed was released from his military service in 1971, he started work on an advanced degree at George Washington Univ. In 1972, plugging along with a heavy schedule in both Spring and Summer Sessions he received his MS in Computer Management just after Labor Day. The next month he accepted a job in Annapolis, working for the Electromagnetic Compatibility Analysis Center (ECAC), a division of Illinois Institute of Technology Research Institute (llTRI). So Ed has officially joined the ranks of the intellectual long hairs. For the present, at least, he is still in the Washington area, at 4725 Boiling Brook Parkway, Rockville, Maryland 20853, (301) 949-3515, car pooling it back and forth to Annapolis.
Dan still dispenses learning at Jefferson Davis Middle School in San Antonio and soaks it up in other locations. In the spring he picked up a sociology course at SAC toward his teaching certificates. Weekends he accumulated four of a required eight hours on the way toward becoming a licensed balloonist. When summer came, he headed down to Texas A&I finishing the work for his MS degree. All he needs now is to get a thesis written and put on his cap and gown to make it official. Just to make life interesting, he did a stint as a disc jockey in Kingsville and took part in a production of "The King & I." Back in San Antonio, part-time politics got some attention. Dan is the school's delegate to the Teachers Council, and he served as Election Judge and clerk in the May and November elections. He held the fort at 230 Montpelier while the regular occupants were in Europe, got himself a new 10-speed bike, and if his little black cat Natasha hadn't disappeared during the summer at Kingsville, the year would have been a completely happy one. He's living at 177 Bonair now, ( 512 ) 337 - 6430 .
No card would seem complete without a few words about the animals. No changes have taken place in the four-legged tribe. Buffy still bumbles around as the canine cut-up. Kit is still around, and as the years catch up with her, gets quieter and quieter. Most of the activity is supplied by Ming, a lovable but often obstreperous Siamese and Taffy, an always cuddly cat of
The Egglestons
230 Montpelier Drive
San Antonio, Texas 78228
(512) 734-0698
December 15, 1972
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Newsletter 1973
A year ago, the appearance of Newsletter 1973 was promised as a definite maybe. Well, we made it, but this will probably wind up the 32-year series. The chances for Newsletter 1974 are awfully slim. It takes energy to get out a package like this, and energy is in short supply these days, particularly for the older members of this family! So, if it doesn't appear you'll know inertia finally caught up with the editorial and publishing staff! We don't say that it will happen, but it certainly is apt to. At least, that's what the crystal ball tells us.
As usual, Les was involved with a wide range of projects. The Air Force fuel vapor concentration study, a carryover from 1971 and 1972, finally appeared in report form, and the study on water spray as a defense against flammable vapor released was finally finished up. The current major task an unusual one, involved development testing of concepts for external fire protection of offshore floating nuclear power plants This is probably the most interesting task to have come along in many years It is so far outside the state-of-the-art that it represents a real challenge to figure out practical approaches.
Les, tho, is hoping to start slowing down in 1974, getting toward a less demanding way of life, Last December he found that some occasional chest pains were actually angina pectoris An occasional pill, as needed, keeps the situation under control. So, it in no great problem More of a nuisance than anything else! Just the same, he wants to enjoy a more leisurely life, hopefully to get in some "space available" travel via military aircraft. For example, to exotic Thailand. Ed's descriptions of the country made Les want to get there too Also, he hopes to return to Europe. The trip last year just whetted his appetite for sightseeing there Perhaps by next summer, a semiretired status will make this possible. In his spare time, he continues to stay active in ceramics and ham radio No painting for the moment. There's no space left on the walls to hang new pictures, and more than a few stored in the garage.
Polly, as you would expect, spent lots of time playing the organ at weddings and as substitute organist at various churches She's avoided permanent jobs, since they tie her down too much. She gave up teaching piano for just that reason. Polly loves to travel, For some years she's wanted to get back to Kansas City for extended visiting. So, her gadabout schedule this year was based on getting to the American Royal Stock Show there. The trip took two months in all, with over 3000 miles of driving, mostly around Kansas City. Most of this was before the energy crisis got to be a problem and gasoline in short supply. She left in early October and returned early December. Her next hope is for a 10-day charter group trip to the Holy Land which was scheduled for February 1974. That was before the war started What will happen to the trip is anybody's guess. If this doesn't materialize She'll probably come up with something else. While she wonders about it she can play her new harpsichord, now being assembled from a special kit by a musician friend. The movement is playable and the cabinet work almost ready for finishing. What with her piano, the little pump organ and the harpsichord, you can have almost any sort of sound you like. Polly has had her medical troubles. The cancer that grounded her in 1972 re-established itself and spread to the liver. An exploratory operation in June showed surgery couldn't do much for her, but chemotherapy might do the job. So now she's on a weekly dose of 5 FU. She feels good, and as far as we know now, the treatment is doing a good job. For a while she was hesitant about the Kansas City trip, but since she could get treatment in military facilities wherever she went, it was a completely successful affair. She felt good and really had a ball !
Larry had hoped to get his degree this year up at U of Missouri, but it didn't work out that way. Money became a problem, outside jobs a necessity, and now he's putting his army talents as a medic to good use full time at the University hospital. Hopefully, the few credit hours he still needs can be picked up part time in 1974. Let's hope he graduates at last and pleasantly surprises us all. Sooner or later, the day will come. His musical activities continue as an organist in Fulton, serving on the Commission as Church Music, and as a guest with the Missouri Band. He's rebuilding an organ for use in a new church building in Fulton. Larry has a new address now - 1723 W. Worley - 6A, Columbia, Missouri 65201. His phone is still (314) 445-4638.
After some hectic and exciting years, reported in the past few newsletters, such as his sojourn in Thailand and getting a Master's degree, Ed has settled down into a relatively humdrum way of life. On occasion, this happens to all of us. He commutes from 4725 Boiling Brook Parkway, Rockville, Maryland 20853 to Annapolis where he runs computer analyses on various Department of Defense communications problems. The radio frequencies around the world are so heavily used that the Electronic Compatibility Analysis Center (ECAC) is kept busy all the time to coordinate what is done, act as a sort of traffic cop, and try to keep all systems working. It's a real challenge, as Ed finds out every day. In his spare moments he's involved with two little theater groups, and discovering they are lots of fun. You can still reach him at (301) 949-3513.
Dan, still teaching at Jefferson Davis School here in San Antonio, finished his course work for an MA in History last year. The thesis, though, had still to be completed so during the late spring and summer he worked hard putting it together, draft after draft. The subject was unusual: "Portrait of a Young Artist. " It was the life history of Shawn Phillips, a rock singer ! Shawn, incidentally, is getting better known all the time. Finally getting it finished and accepted, Dan put on his cap and gown again, becoming a MA in August. Les just missed getting a ticket for speeding on the way down to Kingsville, but it probably would have been worth it! On paper, at least, he's now qualified to teach high school classes, although the prospect doesn't appeal to him. The middle grades seem to suit him very well. So why change? At least, until there's some good reason for doing so. Right now, he's well suited to his assignment. He finished his teacher's certification, too, getting this done in July. For years, Dan had a nice apartment not far from his school, but when the landlord sold the property he had to seek new quarters. The solution proved to be a mobile home on a private site out in the country. It's working out very well for him. The new address is Route I Box 366 EE, San Antonio, Texas 78223 and Dan's phone is (512) 633-0585. He's still active in hot air ballooning whenever the chance arises, although his thesis work somewhat limited his activity there last summer. Eventually he'll wind up with a balloonist's license, but getting the necessary flight time is a slow process, especially in somebody else's balloon. It's a sport heavily dependent on favorable wind conditions.
Some changes have occurred in the animal population. Buffy the cavorting cocker, had to be put to sleep in the summer because of a serious illness. For a while we had only the three cats, Kit, Ming and Taffy. Then a Siamese kitten was offered us as a replacement for Dan's cat Natasha, lost or stolen down at Kingsville last year. But, through a weird mixup, he found himself owner of two other Siamese kittens, named Archie and Mehitabel. A third cat was the last thing Dan needed, so we kept the kitten, naming her Mai Tai. Ming was full of mischief before. Aided and abetted by Mai Tai, things are never dull. It's like having a pair of monkeys around. If you think one Siamese can wreck havoc on a house, you should see what two can do! They seem to inspire each other in deviltry. Taffy has always been an oddly shaped cat, and with her bobbed tail she's somewhat unusual. This year, we were advised by the Vet that she's an American Manx. It came as a surprise, but there really is such a breed! Kit is more and more getting to be a sedate old lady which is not unexpected, since she's now around 12 years old.
Well, that's it for newsletter '73. Later than usual, but we expect it will get thru, at least before New year. And, if next December, a '74 edition doesn't come along, we'll do our best to reply to cards on a smaller scale.
The Egglestons
230 Montpelier Drive
San Antonio, Texas 78228
(512) 734-0698
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NEWSLETTER 1974
Looking over the cards for the past few years, we note that in 1972 the forecasted chances of a 1973 version would probably depend on whether the writer could overcome an expectable degree of laziness. Well, the 1973 newsletter got over that hurdle, but it, in turn pointed out that a 1974 edition was highly unlikely. So, until a month or so ago, nothing was planned. But we kept on getting request, yea, even demands for just one more newsletter to wrap up the 33 year long series.
So out came the whip to lash the publishing. forces into action. They wailed in anguish, but got to work. And here it is. We don't expect to stop sending cards in 1975, but we'll probably use store-bought cards instead of these do-it-yourself versions, and cut the list way, way down to manageable proportions. Hopefullly, we'll still be able to keep in touch with our friends of long standing without the present card.
This dissertation, in preamble, relates to the fact that all of us approach a time in life when pensions and annuities start to pay off. Customarily too, you can then adopt a more relaxed way of life. Les has been preparing for that period for several years now, and in the early part of 1971 gradually began to shift from active project direction into more of an advisory role. His official retirement was early in July, but it didn't change things much. He became a consultant, worked only halftime, and kept busy.
He was active on many projects. The most interesting concerned the fire protection of floating off shore nuclear power plants, but right behind it was an Army project for a water spray system for ammunition plants which could withstand the blast of a box of TNT and still keep on working. This task is being worked on now and will continue into 1975.
It didn't take much of the half time work before the matter of taxes and lost Social Security benefits convinced Les to cut down even more. Now he's trying to limit himself to quarter time. This isn't easy, but it's the only way he can continue to work and still collect the Social Security earned over many long years. There are so many interesting projects to tackle, that his hopes of quitting work completely and getting "Space A" military travel. Thailand (?) etc. have had to be pushed back. It seems that fires and explosions keep on occurring that need skilled investigation and expert advice. So for a while, he probably won't get very far from San Antonio.
The angina pectoris reported last year has been no problem at all. Les always carries his nitroglycerine pills with him, but seldom has any need of use them. Which is as it should be.
As 1973 drew to a close, Polly had hopes of a 10 day charter tour of the holy land in February, but somehow or other the Arab-Israeli conflict effectively wiped that out. Then in March, she took Amtrak up to Kansas City to play at a wedding. For about a week, she had a ball, musically speaking. On the way home, she swung over to Columbia, visited Larry a few days, and finally came home via St. Louis, again by Amtrak. Polly likes trains far more than airplanes. As you'd expect, her musical activities have continued, though sometimes under difficulties. The first part of the year, she was organist for the chapel at Air Force Village, but then she picked up a bad case of flu on the Kansas City trip, got popped into Wilford Hall Medical Center to get squared away, and while she managed to get out of bed and to go out on pass a few times to play the organ, it just wasn't feasible to continue. The weekly 5 FU treatment lost its effectiveness, and trying to work out a new treatment required a lot of hospital time. For example, a trial of intravenous 5 FU drip treatment kept her at WHMC for 38 days. She felt good though, and halfway through, managed to get a 5-day pass to visit family and friends up in Tennessee, returning with more visits in Atlanta, Georgia. She's an out-patient now, still under treatment, and while the chemotherapy sometimes slows her down, you'd hardly notice it. Our next door neighbor's three children are taking piano lessons, and on Saturday's she plays the organ at St. Brigids RC church for the 6 P.M., mass, During the year her harpsichord was finished, and while Polly prefers her piano for most things, the little tinkle box gets a lot of exercise. Polly takes lots of pills these days, and spends plenty of time driving back and forth to WHMC, but aside from that things are about the same with her.
1973 found Larry reluctantly deferring his quest for a degree at the University of Missouri, and putting his military medical training to work at the Medical Center there. He's been at it a year and a half now, accumulating the necessary cash against his return to the academic struggle for that elusive sheepskin, He maintains close ties, though, particularly with the band, where he's still 'one of the family". He plays with them whenever opportunity knocks. When he's not playing the organ at Fulton, or getting himself well involved in a new radio show as producer, writer, engineer, DJ, etc., he's still to be found at 17Z3 W. Worley Apt, 6A, Columbia, Mo. 65201 (314) 445-4638. After all this time, the apartment is getting to be well settled and it really feels like home to him, Larry, though, is getting interested in public affairs and politics, even as a possible candidate for city council. If that happens, he wouldn't get much chance to stay home. Politics demands a lot of time, Larry had problems with his right ear while in the military service. When he was separated, only minor surgery could be done. Now, after a long wait, the VA caught up with the paperwork and the first of three major operations has been successfully completed. The doctors expect almost full restoration of hearing. The work, incidentally is being done at the Medical Center where Larry works. The VA hospital is part of the complex. While he's not on the job, he's sure staying close to it.
At least from what he says, Ed's year was pretty uneventful. Still at 4725 Boiling Brook Parkway, Rockville, MD, 20852, 770-7515 he continued his daily treks over to Annapolis making electromagnetic compatibility analyses for various pieces of military gear, When the gasoline shortages came about, Ed took a long hard look at his Ford LTD, and changed over to a little Fiat, that goes a lot farther, and probably just as fast on every gallon. He's always been a photo fan, and so he built himself a basement darkroom in the true do-it-yourself tradition. Les looked at it while on a quick trip to Washington last summer; it was a masterful bit of carpentry, plumbing, and electrical work squeezed into a very, very confined area. When Polly went to Tennessee in July, Ed hopped on a plane and flew down to be with her for a few days. He'd talked before about coming down to San Antonio, but Tennessee proved to be a lot closer.
Dan continued to teach at Jefferson Davis Middle School, and he kept on with his historical research. His original MS thesis was to have been on the black community of Kingsville, Tx. and now he is reworking his accumulated data into something usable. About 400 pages of typed copy have been done, with another 200 to go. At the same time, he's been updating his thesis on Shawn Phillips, titled Portrait of a Young Artist", Hopefully, it might get published. With seven years of teaching behind him, Dan is well established in his academic routine. Now, he's a real householder too. In June, he moved from a mobile home into a small house much nearer school...his address is now 137 Julia Helen, San Antonio 78222...phone (512) 333-7596. Whenever he's not home, his two Siamese cats, Archie and Mehitabel watch the place for him. In return, they ask only for lots of food and attention, which of course, they get. Dan got in a little travel this summer, keeping a watchful eye on Polly during her trip up to Tennessee, and getting reacquainted with Ed at the same time. Then, in August, he joined with some kindred spirits in a jaunt up to Indianola, Iowa for the National Hot Air Balloon races, With 159 balloons participating you'd expect Dan to spend some time aloft. He did, but not enough time to get him that coveted balloon pilots license. His aerial career has been in low gear for some time now. There just isn't enough ballooning around San Antonio to keep Dan occupied. Dan is about to be grounded for a while this month, Following Larry's example, but on a smaller scale, he's scheduled for a hernia operation during the Xmas holidays. What with Polly and Les being in the hospital at various times during the past few years, Dan has lots of experience as a visitor. Now it's his turn to be the visited. He'll probably learn hospital life has disadvantages too!
The four furry felines are still around, and continue to make life interesting. Kit, the white longhair, is about 13 now and is noticeably changing her habits. After all these years of independence, she suddenly discovered the joys of being a lap cat, and works at it with determination. Which is fine, except when Les sits down to read the paper. Then a contest of wills results. There's rivalry too...Taffy and Mai Tai used to be the lap cats...now it's a matter of who gets there first, with the loser stomping off in a jealous rage with appropriate sound effects. They like to sleep on the bed too. There may be a pattern on which cats sleep on which beds, but it's hard to figure it out, since they seem to stake out territorial rights every so often. Taffy has definite ideas on bed sleeping, she prefers the pillows, so sometimes she needs convincing that people come first in such matters.
Well, here's the end of Newsletter 74, and in all probability, it will be the last version to appear. It's been fun since the first card came out in 1941, and its acceptance has been gratifying. But it's also meant a lot of hard work, and now with retirement years of sweetly doing nothing, well, almost nothing, it's time to take it easier as promised earlier. We'll do our best to keep in touch with all of you.
230 Montpelier Drive
San Antonio, Texas 78228
(512) 734 0698
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THE NEWSLETTER
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Last year was supposed to be the final Newsletter. It didn't work out that way. So much happened during 1975, that, as the cards kept on coming in, many of them with little notes attached, I thought of the monumental task of answering, shuddered a bit, and decided to crank out just one more. Not as a Christmas card this time, too much was going on during the period when these are usually mailed. Now, in January '76, I'm trying to catch up with events. First of all, Polly passed away on August 29th, after a frustrating up and down losing battle with cancer that lasted over 3 years. Those of you who have read the earlier letters, know how it started in June 1972 and how things went pretty well through 1973. A bout of flu in early 1974 upset the effectiveness of the chemotherapy. After that, none of the many drugs tried did very much good. In November, she began to lose weight steadily. It left her so weak that home care was no longer possible, so in May of this year she had to be admitted to Wilford Hall Medical Center, (USAF). After 6 weeks, it was clear that medication could no longer help her. Accordingly she was transferred to Southern Manor Nursing Home for skilled care during the final 11 weeks of her life. All thru this last illness, there was relatively little pain, but, crisis followed crisis. She wasted away
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731211a Coming events cast their shadows before
Coming events cast their shadows before (proverb) ? That phrase, word for word, exactly as you heard it, without one syllable altered or twisted, that phrase was the scathing retort I made, at the age of seventeen, to Trent Nugent, who was the artistic director, juvenile lead, and theater blessee of the Willstone Thespians. ? Now I must explain that I had joined the Willstone Thespians for only one reason. Because, at the age of seventeen I had extremely sticking-out ears. I mean extremely. With my flat cap on, the silhouette of my head resembled nothing so much as a Austin Seven with the two side doors open. Which of course made me extremely diffident with girls.? ? And that is actually is what made me join the Willstone Thespians. Because among young men of that day there was a very widely held theory that the best possble way to get girls flocking to you was to be the star in an amateur dramatic society. And of all our local amateur dramatic societies the thespians attracted by far the largest female following. ? This wasn't so much because of the quality of their plays or the standard of their acting.? It was due practically completely that the bloke who printed their posters was a little on the short-sighted side. ? This was demonstrated by the enormous crowds that rushed to see their production of Patrick Hamilton's play Rope and it was a similar error which brought the house-full notices out for Ivor Novello's Careless Rapture. ? But as I say, when I joined them for their winter season my purpose was quite cold-blooded: to work my way up through the company 'till I could take the starring role in The Desert Song. ? I went along at the beginning of the season and presented myself to Trent Nugent. Now there was an insufferable character.? Trent was actually, in the society, more or less all-powerful. ?And accordingly it was to him that I explained that I wanted to end the season as the Red Shadow but until then I was perfectly willing to work my way up to it. ? "All right, very well," he said, ?"In our first production, we'll just give you a walk-on part."? ? Now that expression a walk-on part I took to be the customary theatrical jargon 'till I saw what the first production was: The Bridge of San Luis Rey. And I was to be the bridge.? ? There was apparently some altercation with the scenary builders which meant that I spent the major part of Thornton Wilder's great work stretched out between two paper-mache rocks with hand-rails attached either side of me being walked on. ? Nevertheless I did feel that I'd served the necessary apprenticeship, so when we finally came to the first read-through of The Desert Song I thrust myself in front of the company and without prompting I recited the whole of the Red Shadow part, chucked in a snatch of One Alone to Call My Own, to say nothing of two choruses of the Rift Song. ? When the rest of the cast broke into spontaneous applause I could tell that Trent Nugent was really impressed. He said, "That was very good.? Very good. I think" And he handed me a script. ?"I think you've earned this." ? And when I looked down at the part circled for me my gorge leapt. I was Third Sand Dune. ? I said, "Wait a minute.? What about the Red Shadow?" ? He said, "I'm terribly sorry. but that's quite out of the question.? You see I was cast for that before the season even opened." ? That was where I made that aforementioned retort. ? "In that case," I said, "This amateur dramatic society shouldn't call themselves the Willstone Thespians.? They should call themselves The Coming Events." ? He said, "Why?" ? I said, "Because," without altering or twisting a syllable, "It's Coming Events cast their shadows before." ? Dennis Norden 573a
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THE NEWSLETTER 1978
Now that the last of the Thanksgiving turkey has been eaten up, (almost) we can start thinking about Christmas, and all that's been going on in our first year. After we got out the 1977 newsletter, we wanted to get a picture of the two of us, but somehow or other in our gadding about, we never seemed to wind up with a joint photograph. When recently we realized this and headed for a studio, it was too late to get something back in time to go to press. So we used a picture of our house out in Bulverde, abbreviated BVD later in the letter.
? We had planned our honeymoon as a trip to South America, and early in March we took off for a 9-day packaged tour to Peru and Ecuador. First to Lima, then Cuzco, the ancient Inca capitol. Machu Picchu, the legendary lost city was our destination, but a railroad strike messed it up. We did, though, get a bus trip to Ollentaytambo, another old ruin, almost as fascinating. After more sightseeing in Lima, we moved on to Quito, Ecuador. That was exhilarating in lots of ways! The 9000 ft plus altitude left you light headed much of the time. Cuzco was over 10,000 ft, but the thin air didn't have time to catch up with us as it did in Quito. Quito is a beautiful old colonial city. Imagine a church entirely covered inside with gold. It takes your breath away to see it. The Equator is just a few miles outside the city, so we made the trip, becoming citizens of the middle of the earth. So much was happening in such a short time that, when our 9 days came to an end, returning us to San Antonio, it felt awfully good to be home again. Travel is apt to be that way.
After the South American tour, we had plans for a lengthy motor trip up to Dallas, eastward to the Atlanta, Georgia area, then north along the seaboard to the New York metropolitan area. We were to swing up to Buffalo, follow the lakes toward Chicago, drop down to St. Louis, move
west to Kansas City, and finally head for home via Dallas. We had lots of visiting and sightseeing in mind. It was easy to talk about but the more we thought about the over 4000 miles of driving, and perhaps 3 or 4 weeks of continual travel more, we began to have misgivings. Finally we let common sense win over, elected to shrink the journey to Buffalo and Washington, going by air. That's the way it worked out starting in early August. The highlight, it least a thorough tour of Niagara Falls, plus all the places where Les grew up around Buffalo. We didn't see much of the USA from way up in the clouds, but it sure was a lot easier on us. Even then, we were awfully weary when the plane set down back in San Antonio. Approaching old age, perhaps?
Back in 1977, when we got married, we had two houses about twenty-five miles apart. Where to live? Each house had its own special advantages, so we decided to split time between them. During the week, when Les had to be close to work, we would stay in town and cut down the nuisance of a long commuting run. Weekends, we planned to enjoy the Bulverde countryside. Mostly, it proved to be a pretty good plan but, it didn't take us long to discover that almost everything you wanted to use, wear, eat, or otherwise have at hand was usually at the other house. Up to a certain point, we could duplicate our things and have what we wanted at the right place. Beyond that, we've learned to adopt a relaxed attitude about the logistics of living in our split location homes. With two houses too, we found new challenges in changing his & her houses to our houses. Thelma took over making "230" a real home with all sorts of plants, macrame, wall hangings, etc. Her prize project was a painstaking repainting of the kitchen from stem to stern in gleaming white gloss enamel on the wood, contrasted with cream, yellow and blue tints for the walls. What a change it made! Out in Bulverde, Les installed some much needed outdoor floodlighting, tool racks. Storage shelving, and water line improvements. Then by accident, he found some local laborers who were unusually good at rock work. Week after week he had them picking up rock around the area, carting it to the house in our little two wheel trailer, then shaping into retaining walls to improve our front lawn contours. The total length is rapidly approaching 350 ft, and the house is becoming quite a showplace. Les has always considered himself primarily an engineer, but there's been a noticeable tendency toward the country squire identity. ? For those of us who admit to "39 and holding", health be a topic of conversation. After all, everybody has it to other, and it seems to control what we do or don't do. Last some degree or other, and it seems to control what we do or don't do. Last Xmas the 2 weeks that Les spent in the hospital gave us quite a scare, and for months we were extra cautious. Now, it seems that Thelma's good cooking, sensible diet, and the rock work at Bulverde have worked wonders. Les is in better health than ever, better dressed, better groomed, and he's even growing hair on his big bald spot! ? Thelma hasn't been as lucky ... her arthritis has been a problem, and some dental troubles from years back have surfaced again. But we keep plugging along, accept the fact that we aren't 21 any more, and try to adjust our pace to how we feel at any given time. ? Just for the record, Taffy, our Manx cat, guards "230" when we are out at BVD, where Thelma has 3 cats plus 2 dogs. One, incidentally, we named Quito, after our trip.
Repeating what we said last year, either address will reach us. The home fires will burn in both our homes, particularly in BVD, where there's a big stone fireplace. Les is continuing his consulting activities so makes a good weekday base of operations, but it sure is nice out in the country.
the Egglestons
230 Montpelier Dr San Antonio TX 78228 734-0698
2167 John Charles Bulverde TX 78163 1-438-2912
(area code 512)
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1979 Xmas? NEWSLETTER ? Well, it was a pretty good year, with our second wedding anniversary, the first year of rotating the holiday celebrations among the children, and our third Xmas together. We didn't do much travelling, but more or less stayed at home, enjoying visits from the children, plus our brothers and sisters. And we finally managed to get our picture taken. ? Les had several well-paid consulting jobs during the year, spent considerably less time at Southwest Research, and so our Bulverde home was used much, much more. It made a difference, too' A lot was accomplished in landscaping, outdoor flood lighting, garden improvements and trying to teach a puppy dog not to chew up the newspaper. ? Thelma's gardening skills kept the table well supplied so we ate like royalty. Les continued to make ceramic ware for us and it came in handy for wedding presents as well. A start was made on getting back into ham radio activities. And Les grew more hair on his bald spot. Honest. ? Much of what we did was closely tied to family life with our children. Reporting it could take many pages, so we aren't even going to try. Instead, we enclose an up-to-date family directory, so information on each person can come "direct from the horse's stable" as you need it. Maybe this is the easy way out, but it sure saves lots and lots of writing. ? What's our life like now? Well, beyond doing what's necessary to maintain our two homes, we try to take things easy, enjoy concerts and dinner theaters, go shopping and dream ahead about some exciting travel, hopefully next year. Not wildly exciting, perhaps, but it can be a comfortable thing after our lifetimes of hard work. We both worked hard for long years, so now its time to relax and really be retired. ? THE EGGLESTONS ? THE FAMILY DIRECTORY (As of December 1979) ? Dana Barry (Mrs. John) 5715 Viking Beaumont, Tx. 77706 (713) 898-4573 ? Lawrence Eggleston 1723 W. Worley-Apt.6 Columbia, MO. 65201 (314) 445-4662 ? Daniel Eggleston 4210 Avenue A Austin, Tx. 78751 (512) 458-8383 ? Elaine Wagoner (Mrs. Donald) 9122 Summer Wind San Antonio, Tx. 78216 (512) 655-8709 ? Chrystal Harwell (Mrs.Bruce) 150 Meadow Glen San Antonio, Tx. 78227 (512) 675-1875 ? Edward Eggleston 4725 Boiling Brook Pky. Rockville, MD. 20852 (301) 770-7515 ? Gerald Tagle (and Gaynelle) 766 Bateswood-Apt-3 Houston, Tx. 77079 ? Ann Flynn Route 3 Box 3023B Bulverde- Tx. 78136 ? OUR OWN ADDRESSES Mr. & Mrs. Lester A. Eggleston 230 Montpelier Dr. San Antonio, Tx. 78228 (512) 734-0698 ? AND/OR ? P.O. Box 33 Bulverde, Tx. 78163 (512) 438-2912 ? Route 3 Box 3023B Bulverde, Tx. 78163
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Time keeps on marching along, and so does the pattern of our lives. In many ways, 1980 was pretty much the same as 1979, but this is now our 3rd Wedding Anniversary, and our 4th Xmas together. We stayed at home a lot, mostly in Bulverde, but we also managed a bit of travel. ? In March, our local theater got Les to play the bartender in an old west Melodrama. For a teetotaler, that was quite an accomplishment, but it sure was lots of fun. Then in July, he had a call from a former associate that led to consulting work in Louisiana, Texas, Oklahoma, Minnesota, North Dakota and California. It was enjoyable and not too strenuous, so Thelma joined him on the California portion, plus on a short trip to Houston and Beaumont. We drove up to Dallas several times in the fall visiting her brothers there. Going places is fun, but there's no place like home. ? An extra hot summer baked much of Thelma's two gardens. Some vegetables withered, others yielded incredible harvests. Les didn't get far in returning to ham radio, but, with Thelma's help, made lots of ceramic pieces to decorate our dual domiciles and fill the continual need for presents to give. In August, Thelma got a new sewing machine. Once she became used to its fantastic potential, the needles started to buzz, her old time skills came back and now she's having real fun as a seamstress par excellence. ? Life now consists of doing the necessary domestic chores, going shopping, enjoying dinner theaters and plays as they come along, feeding our 3 dogs and 4 cats, and reaping the benefits of retirement. As best we can keep in touch with our children in a relaxed sort of way. Just for the remainder, a directory as we did last year.
Both of us join together in wishing a happy and prosperous year for 1981.
THE EGGLESTONS
Dana Barry (Mrs. John)
5715 Viking
Beaumont, Texas 77706
(713) 898-4573
Lawrence Eggleston
1801 W. Worley
Columbia, MO. 65201
Daniel Eggleston
4210 Avenue A
Austin, Texas 78751
(512) 458-8383
Gerald Tagle
9821 Katy Fwy. Suite 4
Houston, Texas
(713) 932-6118
Elaine Wagoner (Mrs. Donald)
12718 El Marro
San Antonio, Texas 78233
(512) 655-8709
Chrystal Harwell (Mrs. Bruce)
150 Meadow Glen
San Antonio, Texas 78227
(512) 675-1875
Edward Eggleston
4725 Boiling Brook Pky.
Rockville, MO. 20852
(301) 770-7515
Ann Flynn
Route 3 Box 3023B
Bulverde, Texas 78163
OUR OWN ADDRESSES
Route 3 Box 3023B
Bulverde, Texas 78163
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P.O. Box 33
Bulverde, Texas 78163
(512) 438-2912
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230 Montpelier Dr.
San Antonio, Texas 78228
(512) 734-0698
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