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October 22, 2025

Football and Fine Arts

I’ve been on an orgy of scanning lately. I digitized all of the 1967-68-69 and 70 Ohio University football games, and printed more than 600 pictures for a reunion of my old paper, The Palm Beach Post.

I created a subset of the football pix that showed the OU Marching 110, considered one of the best college bands in the county, because I have two grandsons in marching bands. The older of the two was recruited out of his middle school by the local high school. Both boys were recognized as section leaders.

I guess I should explain this photo

Anyway, I need to explain why my eye kept coming back to this photo so that I don’t come across as a dirty old man who has a picture taken as a dirty young man.

When my high school buddy Jim Stone convinced me to transfer to Ohio University in Athens my junior year, I have to admit I didn’t realize that it was a fine arts school, not a journalism school. I felt as welcome as a beer can at a Baptist picnic. Some of my classmates called me a prostitute because I took pictures for money, not “art.”

So, let me give a fine art spin on my cheerleader picture. That’s a bit of a departure for me because I always contended that my photos stand by themselves with maybe a little who, what, where, when, why and how help.

I wanted a machine that would freeze time

I’ve written before how most kids wanted to build time machines that would let them jump behind or ahead of the present day. I wanted a machine that would freeze time, and that’s why I became a photographer.

This young cheerleader is frozen in mid-cartwheel. Her hand is reaching out to land, her legs haven’t begun their transition over the top, and she’ll be in that pose forever. The other thing that strikes me is the complete disinterest the folks in the crowd showing. She’s giving her all, but nobody cares.

I captured a young woman in the prime of her life who is probably a grandmother today.

The band was a family

Curator Jessica and her sister, Elizabeth, were both in the Marching 110. Jessica would describe how close her bandmates were then and now. I’ve seen pictures of her marching with alums down Court Street. As a mature woman, she admits being a little sore the day after, but she’s still glad to lug her trombone down the bricks and gyrate with the youngsters.

I was never a jock or a frat boy, but I had the same sense of belonging as a member of The Ohio University Post newspaper. We lived an breathed the news biz and put out a darned good paper every day.

2013 OU football

At Jessica’s urging, I returned to Athens in 2013 to cover a game honoring the 1968 MAC winners. Since I didn’t have to come up with action pix for the next day’s paper, I took an unconventional approach.

Trimble took football seriously

I was roaming around SE Ohio in 2014 when a guy at the Glouster fire department said there was going to be a big playoff game that night, but they were afraid the home field was going to be too wet to play. They brought in a helicopter to hover over the grass to dry it out.

I had a wonderful time photographing the fans who took an intense personal interest in the game.

Sikeston Bulldogs bite the Tigers big time

When I heard that the Cape Central High Tigers were going to clash with the Sikeston Bulldogs in 2010, I thought it would be fun to relive my old high school football games with a modern digital camera that would let me shoot color where I had struggled to shoot black and white. Both teams were undefeated going in, but the Bulldogs ran all over Central 21-0. Fan spirit can go only so far.

Enough words. Here’s a gallery

Here’s a gallery of Ohio band photos. Click on any picture, to make it larger, then use the arrow keys to step through the collection.

November 27, 2014

You’re Getting a Rerun

I did a post yesterday about a football game played in a concrete stadium built built by the depression-era WPA in Glouster, Ohio, in 1940.

The town of Glouster, where the Glouster Memorial Stadium is located, and Trimble, the home of the Tomcats who play there, are part of an Appalachia that has been dying since the coal mines closed down and the railroads pulled up their tracks: about 25 percent of the roughly 2,500 residents of Glouster and Trimble live below the poverty line. What they DO have is a pride in and a passion for their football team.

Win, but win right

Homemade spirit signs encouraging the Tomcats peppered yards and were displayed by businesses.What I really liked was the way they emphasized sportsmanship, team and town.

Hundreds of towns people tried to keep the field dry with tarps a few days before the big playoff game. When it looked like they might have to move the game off the home field, they brought in a helicopter to blow it dry.

While I was editing the photos, I was listening on the Internet to police calls out of a Missouri community coming apart, while being moved by heartwarming pictures of a community coming together.

Small Town Football

The small town of Glouster, Ohio, was peppered with signs rooting for the Trimble Tomcats when I was there at the first part of November. That didn’t mean a whole lot to me until I stopped to talk with a man standing in the doorway of the Glouster Fire Department. He remembered some of the fires I had photographed in the ’60s, and we were having a fine old time trading war stories. His son, a third-generation fire chief at the department, showed up to pick up some tables and traffic cones to take to the Glouster Memorial Stadium.

He said they were getting ready for that night’s playoff game against the Symmes Valley Vikings. The area had gotten a lot of rain in the past few days, so there was some concern about whether or not the field would be playable. A few days earlier, townspeople showed up in droves with tarps to keep it dry, but the rain got ahead of them.

Bring in the helicopter

The last-ditch effort was to bring in a helicopter to hover a few feet off the ground to try to dry it out. Based on the fact that the team uniforms weren’t muddy at the end of the game meant that the goal was accomplished.

A hardscrabble area

This part of Athens County was heavily into coal mining and railroads. Nearby Millfield was the scene of Ohio’s worst mine disaster in 1930. An explosion at the Sunday Creek Coal Company’s Poston Mine Number 6 killed 82 men, widowed 59 women and left fatherless 154 children. A man I interviewed in the shadow of the mine’s tipple in the 1960s said “it put black crepe on every home in town.”

The mines eventually played out, and the census shows Trimble and Glouster shrinking every decade. Glouster had a population of 1,791 in 2010, down from 1,972 in 2000. Trimble had 390 in 2010 and 466 in 2000. Almost a quarter of the people living in the communities are below the poverty line.

One thing the communities have, though, is pride and passion about their football team. The combined population of the two town may be less than 2,500, but I think every one of them was at the game. The whole town was wearing team colors and many adults and kids were sporting the team’s signature Mohawk haircut dyed red.

Team plays in WPA stadium

The Tomcats play in a WPA stadium built in 1940. I took pictures of it and downtown Glouster in 2013. When Curator Jessica and I arrived an hour before game time, we walked past a huge bonfire, bought our tickets, then were directed to a tent where I asked what it would take to get a field pass to shoot the game. I explained I had covered games there for The Messenger and wanted some updated photos for the Athens County Historical Society Museum.

A man I think may have been the athletic director gave us the passes, explained the field ground rules and told Jessica that there was some division in the community about whether the old stadium should be replaced with a new one.

At the end of the game, I saw the man talking with Jessica. Afterward, I asked her the topic of the conversation, thinking it might have been more about the stadium controversy. “He just wanted to tell me that every time he looked at me, he saw me with a smile on my face,” she said, somewhat sheepishly.

Darn, I’ve never had anybody tell ME that.

Oh, yeah, the score

Since I had the luxury of not having to shoot live action, I spent most of my time documenting the incredible team spirit in the stands. Everybody I encountered was friendly and having a good time, helped by the fact that the Tomcats dominated the game, winding up with a 55 – 8 win.

A class act

At the end of the game, the losing coach gathered his players for a few words. I stayed back not wanting to intrude. When he finished, a couple of the players started to walk off. He stopped them, saying, “We walked ONTO this field as a team, and we’re going to walk OFF it as a team.” I was impressed with the way he handled that.

I like high school football

Despite covering games in the rain, cold, fog so thick you couldn’t see across the field, and at fields so dark the players should have had candles on their helmets, I always liked small town football. These guys – the Vikings had a female player, so I should amend that – these players play for team and town, unlike pros who are doing it like another day at the office.

High school football is universal. It doesn’t matter if it’s Cape Central High vs. Sikeston or Trimble Tomcats vs. Symmes Valley. They all have the same feel.

Football photo gallery

Most of you are going to be too busy devouring turkey and making up shopping lists on Thanksgiving to spend much time here, so I’ll leave you with an easily digested photo gallery. Click on any image to make it larger, then use your arrow keys to move through the gallery.

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