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Ken Steinhoff, Cape Girardeau Central High School Class of 1965, was a photographer for The Tiger and The Girardot, and was on the staff of The Capaha Arrow and The Sagamore at Southeast Missouri State University. He worked as a photographer / reporter (among other things) at The Jackson Pioneer and The Southeast Missourian.
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While looking through some old converted 8mm home movies, I ran across this snippet of Brother David getting his first bicycle. The best part is watching him polish the fingerprints off the fender at the end.
Tech note: Brother Mark moved the old 8mm movies to VHS tapes. I used an ION Audio VCR 2 PC USB VHS Video to Computer Converter to copy them to a digital file. They’ve lost something in all the gyrations (and they weren’t all that great to begin with), but they still bring back a lot of memories for me.
Bikes were part of our life
By the summer, he was riding his bike to ball games. (After pumping up the front tire.)
I only had three bikes growing up. The first was a 20 incher with chrome fenders with blue frame…a very cooling looking bike, but with solid rubber tires. This meant that the bike was a hundred pounds and very heavy to ride and to push.
I got new bike in the third grade a 26-inch from Monkey Wards; it was a Huffy that was dark red with cream-colored stripes…very nice and very big for 3rd grader. In those days things were bought that you “could grow into”, I remember having to stand up to ride the thing most of the time. I did finally grow into it and it was great bike.
My next bike was a Christmas bike in the sixth grade, a red racing bike with a Stromley Archer 3 speed. I was king of CAPE on that bike. I rode that thing down the big West End Blvd. (at the northern end going south down hill) I was timed at almost 50 mph, peddling as fast as I could! The bike was so cool it was stolen twice…once by a ner-do- well quarterback…who will remain unnamed here. The bike was recovered near the college where the miscretes left it. The second time it was stolen from the Capaha Pool…No, it was not locked…and it was gone forever! (Sniff!)
After that I either ran where every I wanted to go or got a ride from Mom or Dad or maybe YOUR mom or dad, until I got car…but bikes did expand our universes allow us to have fun all over town!
I only had three bikes growing up. The first was a 20 incher with chrome fenders with blue frame…a very cooling looking bike, but with solid rubber tires. This meant that the bike was a hundred pounds and very heavy to ride and to push.
I got new bike in the third grade a 26-inch from Monkey Wards; it was a Huffy that was dark red with cream-colored stripes…very nice and very big for 3rd grader. In those days things were bought that you “could grow into”, I remember having to stand up to ride the thing most of the time. I did finally grow into it and it was great bike.
My next bike was a Christmas bike in the sixth grade, a red racing bike with a Stromley Archer 3 speed. I was king of CAPE on that bike. I rode that thing down the big West End Blvd. (at the northern end going south down hill) I was timed at almost 50 mph, peddling as fast as I could! The bike was so cool it was stolen twice…once by a ner-do- well quarterback…who will remain unnamed here. The bike was recovered near the college where the miscretes left it. The second time it was stolen from the Capaha Pool…No, it was not locked…and it was gone forever! (Sniff!)
After that I either ran where every I wanted to go or got a ride from Mom or Dad or maybe YOUR mom or dad, until I got car…but bikes did expand our universes allow us to have fun all over town!