Cape Girardeau History and Photos

April 10, 2012May 7, 2021

Night Baseball and Softball

This roll had an interesting combination of women’s softball and what appears to be Kiwanis baseball. I don’t know when nor where they were taken, so give it your best shot.

Photo gallery of night ball action

Click on any photo to make it larger, then click on the left of right side of the image to step though the gallery. The film was pretty scratched up, so some of the quality is a bit iffy.

April 9, 2012April 10, 2012

Brother David was a clown as far back as March 1962. This looks like kindergarten or first grade at Trinity Lutheran School. He’s in green, fourth from the left in the front row. Click on the photos to make them larger.

I know what part I’d get

I don’t have access to a playbill, so I don’t know anyone except David. I’m pretty sure I’d have been cast as the south end of the horse the little girl is climbing on.

Fred Lynch’s blog has a shot of me as an angel in the third grade. Then, there was the time John Mueller, Rick Meinz and I were forced to don priestly collars. I think we would have done better as horse hind-ends.

Trauma of school plays

I don’t have many pleasant memories of school plays.

I TOLD my kindergarten teacher that I REALLY had to go to the bathroom before I went on stage, but she said I’d have to wait. Well, there are some things that won’t wait, even if you are going on stage. It was lucky I was wearing dark blue pants.

Friend CT, who who was an editorial writer for an east coast paper messaged me not long ago, “It was you, wasn’t it, who told me 40 years ago that writing editorials is like wetting yourself in a blue serge suit: it gives you a nice warm feeling and nobody seems to notice?”

I swiped that line from someone else, but I’m sure my traumatic moment on stage seared that old saying in my mind.

High school plays

By the time you got to high school, being accepted by acting clubs like Red Dagger or Silver Spear raised the odds that the actors would have a modicum of talent as opposed to elementary school performances where everybody had to play a part. Here are some high school and college plays.

Photo gallery of school play

I don’t have any more information about the play, so it is up to you to ID the players. Click on any photo to make it larger, then click on the left or right side of the image to move through the gallery.

April 9, 2012

Pasture on Kingsway Drive

When we moved to 1618 Kingsway Drive, we were outside the city limits. That’s our green house with the white wooden fence around it in the spring of 1962. The back yard dropped down steeply, so Dad trucked in load after load of dirt and built a retaining wall to create two levels. The bottom half we called the “garden” because we it was planted in veggies. Click on the photos to make them larger.

Cows and horses for neighbors

The cool thing for a kid was that our neighbors at the bottom of Kingsway, the Hales, kept horses and cows in the pasture behind us. Mr. Hale gave me the OK to roam around all over his fields and to pitch a tent on the hill opposite our house from time to time.

Hills drained into gully

The surrounding hills all drained into a deep gully that eventually fed into Cape LaCroix Creek (we always called it 3-Mile Creek). I never did too much exploring of the deep gully right behind the house. The walls were steep and covered with brambles. They looked like the kind of place where you’d encounter way more snakes than I cared to see. (That would be one snake, to set the record straight.)

Most of the livestock was pretty gentle, but one of the fields had a bull or two that I tried to avoid. I spent some time up a tree once when one of them took more interest in me than I wanted to take in him.

Don’t look AT the cowpies

The Hale fields were where I learned the technique of picking my way through cowpies. The key is not to look at the steaming pile; to navigate through, you look at where there ISN’T a steaming pile. That technique has helped me avoid flats on my bike: don’t look at the object you’re trying to avoid – look for the open space.

Houses replaced horses

The cows and horses are long gone. Houses have sprouted up where I used to pitch my tent. What’s interesting is that the gully behind our house is still there and running wild. Houses were built on the hill north of it, but the bottom lands have been left pretty much untouched. The way the streets were laid out, I don’t see how that area could ever be developed. Here are aerial photos of the Kingsway / Kurre Lane area from the 1960s.

Some of the houses have taken the time to keep the area behind their homes clean and mowed, but the spot behind us is as unruly as ever and must be a great habitat for wildlife.

That brings up something else. We never saw deer in the fields when I was a kid, but Mother will have one cut across the yard from time to time now that the hills have been developed.

April 7, 2012February 4, 2016

Easter Egg Hunts in 1962

I was emptying and filing mostly family pictures that were still in slide trades from an Ansco slide projector that was long ago retired. These photos of Easter 1962 were in the mix. I find them interesting for things that are in the background of some of them.

Brother Mark inspects an Easter egg he’s found in the front lawn. You can click on the photos to make them larger, but I’ll warn you that some of them aren’t all that sharp.

He’s listening for the sound of the ocean

Sometimes he gets things a little confused. He remembers hearing someone saying that you can hear the sound of the ocean if you hold a shell up to your ear. He didn’t get the part that it had to be a SEA shell, not an EGG shell.

Scampering past the Ailor house

Mark is running up the hill on the west side of the house. The Ailors lived there then. The hedge between the two houses has grown up over the years and some maple trees that we planted as saplings are huge and just about the end of their life.

A view down Kingsway Drive

That’s Brother David on the right The white house down the hill, occupied by the McCunes in 1962, has been torn down. The basketball goal would have belonged to Bobby and Gary Garner. I see the Ailor car still has snow tires on it. They must be afraid that winter is going to make one more pass.

Here’s what the neighborhood looked like from the air.

Hunting eggs was a challenge

The Easter Bunny liked making things a challenge. This egg was located under the windshield wiper. That’s Dad’s Chevy truck in the foreground and our 59 Buick LaSabre station wagon in the background. Ernie Chiles hadn’t taught me to drive yet, so the right front fender is uncreased.

Easter egg hunt at Capaha Park

I’m not sure what group this was. Mark’s in the red shoes and sweater, so it has to be some of his friends or his class. This pavilion is east of the ballfield and north of the pool.

The Boat House in background

When the kids weren’t stomping errant Easter eggs, they were climbing on the playground equipment. Cape’s landmark Erlbacher Boat House is in the background.

Mark stands out

Notice how Mark is placed right in the middle of the group and how his bright red sweater takes your eye right to him? Mother recognized that he had just a few cute years in him, so she tried to make him as visible as possible during that small window of time.

Capaha Field is a lot fancier today.

Capaha Pool is history

I was all set to delete this shot. At first glance, I thought that it wasn’t overly sharp and there was no clear center of interest. Then I got to looking at it like a photographer in the Ohio University Fine Arts program and convinced myself that it was art because of all of the interesting elements. Notice how the running boy and girl and the one bending over have been frozen in time, never to reach their goals. The two women on the left are oblivious to the action that’s going on behind them. The woman on the right keeps you from sliding out of the frame and the little girl at the bottom adds mystery.

Or, it could just be a fuzzy picture. Anyway, you won’t see this view today: the Capaha Pool was torn down last year.