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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.

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Patches from the Past

Patches 01-07-2015Wife Lila was shuffling some stuff around this afternoon and ran across this pile of patches. (You can click on the photo to make it larger.)

When the Kid Matt and Kid Adam were in middle school and early high school, they had denim jackets that Lila would decorate with patches we had picked up from our travels and from Scouts. The ones on the left are mostly Scout patches; the ones on the right include a lot we got from our Great Family Vacation Out West in 1990.

When the kids outgrew their jackets, their mother would painstakingly take off the old patches and either move them to a new jacket or replace them with newer souvenirs.

The kids got T-shirts from me

Matt and Malcolm Steinhoff in Bunny Bread Shirt 04-20-2005When I was on the road, I’d look for custom T-shirts. If there was any kind of big event going on, some entrepreneur would come up with a design, run off a couple hundred shirts and skip town before anybody came around checking if he had a license. I saw a T-Shirt guy get rousted by a couple of cops in Key West during the Boatlift. After a few minutes of conversation, the cops walked off with shirts and the guys were given two days to get out of town (by that time their stock would be gone).

They were usually cheap – $3 or $4 apiece – they were easy to pack, and they were unlikely to be worn by any other kid in their classes.

In that category: Cuban Boatlift; the Whigham, Georgia, Rattlesnake Roundup; Wheeler’s Bar’s Million-Dollar Log; the Pope’s visit to Miami; all kinds of hurricane commemorative shirts; Don’t Mess with Texas, and one from Two Egg, FL. I have two large plastic containers of shirts in the top of the closet just waiting for a quilt or something to spring from them.

That’s Grandson Malcolm in a Bunny Bread T-shirt picked up in Cape at the Used Bread Store. He’s a lot cuter nowadays. His father, Matt, is, well, older.

4 comments to Patches from the Past

  • Lois Seabaugh manages to come up with the wildest stories. Here’s her latest:

    I loved collecting patches, hats and T-shirts when I traveled also. I wore bib overalls when I worked on the production line at P&G during parts of my 24 years there. The overalls were like a personal billboard for patches.

    A funny story comes to mind tonight about my patches collection. I was working in the packing department one day and my manager walked over and looked at a patch on my shirt sleeve. He said, “Lois, I’m really surprised that you would wear a marijuna patch on your shirt!”

    I looked at him in total shock and said “that’s a palm tree, I bought that in Florida on vacation”.

    He just laughed and two more people walked over to see what we were talking about and they confirmed his plant identification was correct. My face turned beet red…I didn’t have a clue that my “palm tree” was a pot plant.

    I took out my trusty Tuf Nut pocket knife…it came with my overhalls from Buckner Ragsdale basement store. I cut the threads that I had so carefully sewed that pretty little “palm tree” on with. As you can imagen that incident spread like wildfire and by the time I went to lunch half the P&G shift knew how clueless I was about pot plants.

  • Terry Hopkins

    Lois is born story teller…I have ridden motorcycles for most of my life, still do, and one of the “Biker” things you do is to get a Black leather vest. The leather vest is handy and for wearing and keeping the cool off and to layer the body to keep your body at the perfect temp throughout the day. But that was not the REAL reason for wearing a vest. The real real is have place to sew of patches and pins for places you have been, things your did or things you saw. Your Vest, patches and pins were a great conversation stater at any stop. “I say, were you at West Palm Beach in 2014?, I see you have a patch from Jacqieoke in 2014”. I need to get my vest out and look at it to see what is on it and what experiences are remembered on it. Thanks for today’s thought provoking and action enabling essay.

  • Wende Rupolo

    Lila could almost make a quilt out of all those patches.

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