WHAT AM I LIKE?
I think I'm right when I say that I am honest and trustworthy and very ambitious. My school work is just about average and I love to tease and kid people on facts that I should not know.
I have a habit of talking to myself which I sometimes find very amusing. Whenever I have a problem to consider I hold a conversation between me, myself, and I which turns out surprisingly well.
I enjoy doing various types of work although there are some exceptions, such as homework, and washing dishes, because I am a firm believer that this is a woman's job (period).
I like music very much especially the modern type. When I am alone in my home I like to get a fast orchestra on the radio and turn the volume up fairly high; although I haven't as yet learned to dance, nor do I seem to care to learn, I do however enjoy watching others.
I like to go on long walks in the spring or summer through the country side. I like to go up on the mountains and look up into the sky or down into the valley. I like to walk through the woods and chase rabbits and squirrels, and follow mountain streams.
Above all the outside sports I like gunning; and above all inside sports I like to tease and kid people, which some people say is my greatest fault, (but I don't think so).
THE MOST ATTRACTIVE PERSON I KNOW
The most attractive person I know is 22 years of age. He was drafted into the Army last August the 8th.
Last winter, the winter before he was drafted, he worked in an Army camp that was being built for the National Defense Program, and for years before that he worked in a hotel in Atlantic City New Jersey. The first job he had in the hotel was as a bath house boy and at the age of 20 he had worked himself up to assistant manager and clerk.
I admire his ability of thinking things through, and when he starts to do a certain thing he doesn't stop until it is finished.
If I ever have a complicated problem on my mind, personal or otherwise, I usually discuss it with him, and nine times out of ten it works out as well as can be expected.
Another thing I admire of him is that he can make the best of anything that is either forced on him or is necessary; just as he was drafted for example, he went into it cheerfully and he is making the best of it and enjoying it as well as anyone else.
(The above essay is about Uncle Ray, my father's brother. He loved his brother very much and this essay truly shows his feelings for his brother. A lesson for all of us to learn and a great example for us to follow. Love you Dad. Miss you very much.) Kathy Bennie
SCHOOL MEMORIES
When I was six
I went to school!
To learn to read
The "Golden Rule".
And when in grade two
Arithmetic I learned to do.
I lost a tooth and learned to bat
And wasn't just so bad at that.
Then when to third grade, I was passed
My parents thought I was big at last.
I wrote my lessons, then in ink!
And was quite smart; don't you think?
At nine I couldn't quite divide
But knew where my chewing gum to hide.
In fourth grade I just wasn't smart
For playing was nearer to my heart.
In fifth grade I began to think
That fractions were my weakest link.
I read books of pirates bold
And cavemen with their strength untold.
Baseball, football and hockey at last
With things like these, the time went fast.
Farewell, Farewell, from grades we go!
And on to Junior High you know.
THE GHOST OF JONES aka THE HAUNTED HOUSE
Explanation by Kathy Bennie: On March 29, 1935, Uncle Ray Bomberger wrote a poem for his English 1 class titled "The Haunted House". He received the score of M+. On April 4, 1941 my father, Paul Bomberger submitted a poem for his English 1 class titled "The Ghost of Jones". This poem was identical to the one his brother wrote under another title only all the corrections made by Uncle Ray's teacher were included in Dad's poem. Way to go, Dad. He also received a score of M+. Whatever that meant. Dad's teacher also made corrections.
Upon a dark and lonely road,
A haunted house, there stood;
Above, the moon was round and full,
And quiet as a mouse. (Teacher correction: 'Twas quiet in the wood.)
Upon a dark and rainy night,
The ghost of Jones appeared;
There was a weird and spooky sound
That all the neighbors feared.
He came, chains rattling at his feet,
And a white sheet covered him;
His eyes turned round and round like wheels
That never ceased to spin.
Everyone knew from far and near,
All over the house he'd run!
Haunting all who came too close,
For tenants there were none.
One night two boys, while walking home
Looked up at the haunted house;
They suddenly heard a loud, weird sound;
Each ran like a frightened mouse.
Later that night, when all was still,
The boys came back with such a knock
It threw the door right off it's hinge,
Just as midnight sounded from the clock.
They got inside and all was dark,
One boy turned on his light,
And on the wall appeared a shadow
Which scared them at first sight.
The old house stood for years and years,
As did the ghost of Jones;
But a new generation wanders by,
With tales of different tones.
