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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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Not Barry Goldwater

I posted a mystery picture yesterday of a crowd of people, including some of my classmates, taken in Cairo, Ill., on Oct. 2, 1964. I asked if anyone could tell me what the event was (for once, I actually knew).

Some of you guessed correctly that it was Barry Goldwater campaigning for President.

I promised more photos today. It ain’t gonna happen. It’s after two in the morning and I’m going to bed. I have some pictures I really like, but the film has lots of scratches and dust spots, so it’s taking longer to edit that I thought. Then, there were other complications.

Here’s how my day went

Lila’s brother, John Perry, usually comes down to Florida about this time of year to thaw out and to help us out with whatever home repairs the various Steinhoff families need doing.

Things never turn out as simple as we plan. Here’s what happened when he came down to replace some floor tiles in our kitchen a couple years ago.

This year we had a couple pieces of rotted siding on the back of the house we wanted him to repair and replace with vinyl siding. Sounded like something he could knock out in half a day. Florida Rule: never look behind the walls or under the floor of an old house; you are sure to see something you’re happier not knowing about.

Termites

When he pulled off the siding, he found evidence of termites. We called the exterminating company that’s supposed to squash those kinds of things. They said, and John concurred, that it was old damage and not to worry about it.

John pulled off some more boards. This time we see little white wiggly things in the wood. We make another call to the bug boys. Sean and John B (B for Bug, to differentiate him from John P for Perry) show up.

John loves tools of destruction

John P. loves to destroy things, so he started cutting a hole in the floor to see if there was any damage under the plywood subflooring. John P, with a crowbar in one hand and a Skil Saw in his other hand, persuaded John B. to crawl under the house.

Now, John B. isn’t a big man; he’s not a small man, either. Those floor joists are on 12-inch centers. Once he got under the floor, we were afraid he was going to take up permanent residence. I could envision throwing him a sandwich every day at quarter past two, like Charlie’s wife had to do for Charlie, who was trapped on the MTA. (Kingston Trio reference.)

John B.’s partner managed to grab hold of his belt and drag the poor man out of the hole before John P. started nailing plywood over the top of him. I captured part of the escapade on video, but missed some of the initial struggles that were hilarious (if you weren’t John B.).

If John P. doesn’t find more stuff to distract me, I’ll finish up Barry and the crowds tomorrow.

8 comments to Not Barry Goldwater

  • Those shots of John P.’s feet are hilarious, but I get claustrophobia, just looking at him and imagining myself in a that situation!
    I don’t know about everybody else, but I forgive you for not having your original blog plan ready for today!
    So it’s Barry Goldwater getting out of the car in Cairo, huh? Scary thought…

  • Mark Steinhoff

    I’ve know John P. It’s a good thing you got him out when you did. He eats more than the termites ever would.

  • I guess I was slinging my Johns around too carelessly.

    B-‘n’-L John Perry (AKA John P) has done lots of crazy things in his short life, but he wasn’t the one who went termite surfing under the floor. That was John B. (for Bug), the exterminator’s feet waving in the air like a dying cockroach.

    John P. merely “encouraged” John B. to do the termite crawl.

    Both Madeline and Mark are correct in parts: (1) that had to have been horribly claustrophobic and (2) John P. has been known to consume large quantities of food and spirits.

  • Jane McKeown Neumeyer

    Great story and photos. Termites are not a big problem in Wisconsin.

  • George P

    Jane: That might be another reason I love cool weather. Down here, I’ve been told there are two kinds of homes, those that have termites and those that are going to have them.

  • Lyndel Revelle

    I went to school with John, and John and I both graduated in 1970 from Central. I never knew John to back away from a difficult job. He always had a knack for doing a great job also he is a great friend of mine.
    Lyndel Revelle
    P.S. Ken if you remember Bobby Kennedy came to Cape Girardeau for a stop in 1968 and gave a speech at the Town Plaza. We got out of school to go see him.

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