Bonny Oaks anecdotes or a book on your memories
of your Bonny Oaks days,
we want them all!
I remember one day we little boys
were heading to the big boys building for supper. I saw Bobby Yarbrough
riding a scooter down the sidewalk and he pushed it over in the grass
cause he was heading to the dining room too. After I came out from
supper, I saw his scooter and went over to get a better look. After a
closer look, I realized it was just two pieces of board and a pair of
skates, nothing fancy, no handlebars on it, just two pieces of wood and
a pair of skates that had been separated to act as wheels on each end! I
thought it was the neatest thing and I wanted one too. I knew I could
make one just like it and a few years later, when I got bigger and could
hammer a nail, I did just that! And all the other boys saw it and
wanted one too. After I made mine, I helped them make theirs. I helped
Billy Fry and Tommy Edwards but can’t remember who the other boy was.
We had a blast! I got to thinking about the fun we had on those old
scooters we used to make back when we were about 11 or 12 years old at
Bonny Oaks. So when Christine and I went to an antique store in
Monongahela Pennsylvania last March 2013, and I saw a pair of the old
skates, I bought them. I thought, "when I get home I am going to make a
scooter like we used to have so much fun on", and I did! Today my
homemade tribute to those Scooters hangs in Christine’s office in our
home. Here’s some pictures of it and I hope it brings back some good
memories if you played with them at Bonny Oaks too!
Jerry and his homemade Scooter like the old days.
Christine's office with Scooter on the left wall over her desk.
Skates that Jerry bought in PA at antique store, used other one on
Underside view of Scooter showing skates (skates weren't painted back
|Paul Hugh Watts
I remember going to the Circus.
I remember getting a dollar to buy a
Christmas gift for one of the boys.
I don’t remember his name but we both
liked the present we bought so much we
kept them for ourselves.
I also learned to whistle there.
||I remember the little girls brushing Mrs. Costello's
hair and I remember going to Camp Joy. The church me and my two
brothers went to took us to camp meetings for two weeks in West
Virginia. Mrs. Costello took us little girls to Lake Winnepesaukah
and I remember our row of beds with a small dresser. Mine was way
in the corner on the end of room. I went to school on campus.
I was ten years old. My mother went to chapel on visiting day and
I remember her signing me out. I was very happy I went to the
swimming pool every day before school season. My oldest brother
brought me a piece of his 12th birthday cake. Going up to the
little girls building was against the rules but he told someone there he
wasn't leaving till his sister got the cake. And I use to swing on
the swing there.
one evening back in 1957 somewhere around 8-9PM, I heard Mr. Adamson
in a very clear but loud voice yell out the word "Sputnik". Most all of
us that were living at Hagan Hall ran outside to find Mr. Adamson
pointing up into the
night sky and directing us to a blinking light in the sky. We
were seeing the just launched Russian satellite Sputnik for the very
were just young and so excited that we talked about the satellite
for several hours after lights out. The next morning we made our
trip to the big boys
building for breakfast, naturally the conversation all around
the dining hall was about Sputnik. The satellite could be seen nightly
about the same time and
all the big boys wanted to see this sight with their
very own eyes. That evening most all of the boys big and small gathered
to watch for Sputnik.
Just as it got dark, a huge meteor came flying across the
sky, it was so bright that it made it look like daylight. Most of
the older boys started shouting Sputnik but it wasn't Sputnik at all but
the brightest shooting
star I have ever seen even to this very day. We did get
to see Sputnik several other times but it was small potatoes compared to
the meteor that we witnessed that beautiful night.
Today is Sunday and “I Remember”
Sundays at Bonny Oaks. I remember Patsey Tankersley was the oldest “big
girl” and her room was the last one down the hallway, next to the Roof
Garden and it faced the road. First thing on Sunday mornings, Patsey
would put her knee-high wooden radio (antique now) out in the hall and
we could hear the Old Time Gospel Hour.
That radio had the best speakers and on Sunday mornings the hallway
would be full of those gospel songs as we girls got ready for church.
If someone spotted one of the church rides coming up the hill, they
would holler which one and we’d run down to meet it, mine was Brainerd
Baptist. I remember I always felt sorry for Betty Chambers on Sundays,
she had the misfortune of being the only girl who was assigned to go to
Mr. Adamson’s church. Every Sunday she had to be perfectly dressed and
she didn’t dare miss (skip as we called it) attending her assigned
church. When it was time to head up to Mr. Adamson’s house and ride
with him and his family, she would trudge down that road, she couldn’t
be a minute late. Poor Betty, she would long to go to her sister Mary’s
church and visit the other girls’ churches off and on like we could. I
remember we would hate it when our church bus got stopped by a train at
the Bonny Oaks railroad tracks cause we could see our girls building
between each train car and we knew on the other side of those tracks was
Mrs. Dodson’s fried chicken waiting for us in the dining room.
I remember going to our mandatory Chapel services on campus every Sunday
afternoon at 3:00 PM. Mr. Adamson seemed to love preaching up in that
pulpit, almost like it was his favorite part of the week. I remember
once when I was 9 years old it was so hot in the Chapel that I made a
paper fan and my housemother, Mrs. Costello, promptly took it from me to
fan herself. I giggled in disbelief. We (or I) liked going to Chapel
cause it was when all of us kids could mingle with each other, see our
siblings, and talk. Some may remember Visiting Sundays, the first
Sunday of each month. I remember Easter Morning Sunrise Service
every year. I remember Easter egg hunts in the "Circle" in front
of the Chapel.