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Cape Central High Photos

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.

Come here to see photos and read stories (mostly true) about coming of age in Southeast Missouri in the 1960s.

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Why Weren’t We Killed?

Photos by James D. McKeown III, courtesy Steven McKeown

Looking at this photo from Steve McKeown’s collection of his dad’s old family photos made me think of the red Radio Flyer wagon Brothers Mark and David and our buddies used to streak down Kingsway Drive.

Our wagon had a tongue which folded back so a rider could steer the wagon, unlike the rope contraption in the photo.

We trudged up the hill time after time for a 45-second ride down from in front of 1618 Kingsway Drive to the fishhook-shaped J-curve at the bottom.

A physics lesson

We discovered the elemental law of physics that heavy objects at the top of the hill have lots of potential energy that gradually bleeds off by the bottom.That was the advantage of loading up the wagon with brothers and buddies. It also meant you had people to help pull it back up to the launch site. The brothers, unfortunately, would frequently beg off, saying they were “too tired” to walk back up the hill, leaving us to pull them AND the wagon back. It was amazing how their tiredness went away when it was time for another run.

Too often, the blast to the bottom would be interrupted by the cry of “CAR!!!” that would result in the tongue being abruptly twisted in whatever direction would throw us off into a ditch for safety.

Check out the socks

This wasn’t a generation of white sock wearers. Looks like Mom must have bought his jeans with the idea that he’d grow into them, and until he did, then rolling up the cuffs would keep them from dragging in the dirt.

Looks like his shoes are holding up well. I had a lot of pairs that had been half-soled. Late in grade school days, I would nail “taps,” onto the heel. Ostensibly they were to keep your heels from wearing down, but the real reason for putting them on was to make a cool noise when you walked the hallways in school. They came in various sizes – from tiny to huge horseshoe-shaped ones that were suitable for clogging.

The coolness factor was negated if you happened to hit a slick patch of floor that would cause your legs to spread apart like a guy with one leg in the boat and one on the dock.

 

5 comments to Why Weren’t We Killed?

  • Terry Hopkins

    Notice young Mr. McKeown has cub scout hat on…very stylish.
    All jeans in those days were bought with the idea that yo would grow int them. I even remember iron on knee patches for your jeans. I even has few used on my jeans, not the best product, the iron on’s would come off at the corners and stick up..then REALLY were dork! Not only did you have jeans with holes in the knees, but you patches were pealing off…you were double dorked…

  • Terry Hopkins

    BTW: Who is kid behind Young Mr. McKeown? Looks a little like a Rickard to me…who knows?

  • Jim Luckett

    This reminds me of the days we would ride down the hill next to the Vincennes ELKS on our METAL wheeled skate board. We would get up to 30mph. A friend of mine jumped off his board at approx. 25mph and decided he couldn’t run that fast. He rolled quite a ways and tore up his brand new madras shirt.Remember those shirts? We looked at it as fun, not dangerous.

    Jim Luckett

  • Dick McClard

    Me and my pit crew built dozens of the coasting carts. We incorporated steering wheels that wound and unwound the steering ropes. Tricycle wheels rolled and looked good but would collapse in a sharp turn. Lots of bent nails and hammered fingers. It made men out of us.

  • Jane Neumeyer

    Jim McKeown is the driver. Don’t know the name of the other kid but the photo was taken in the mid-to-late 50’s with the Lang house on South Henderson in Cape Girardeau, MO., in the background.

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