re: Anybody grow up in BR in the 70s

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Wedgwood off O’Neal in the mid 80’s was pretty lit too.

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Poplarwood checking in

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Went to Southeast Junior High. It was pretty new then. Coach Lee, Coach Rivault, Coach Gravois. What a crew. Also Mrs. Capps and Ms McNutt

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All were still at Southeast from ‘81-‘84 range except Coach Rivalut. Mrs. McNutt followed our class to Woodlawn in the fall of ‘84

Played for the BREC Broncos and American Legion Woodlawn Pharmacy baseball team.

Still good friends with a lot of our old neighborhood crew and have a big group text where we chat pretty regularly. Wouldn’t change a thing about where I grew up. Somehow managed to do a lot of dumb/dangerous shite at times and we all survived.

This pic was from 4th grade(‘79)…#27 on the front row. Coach Fredrick was our HC that year(short guy with the black hat) and Coach Caruso(far right) took over the next year.

Me too.

No, the location was decided upon the Thursday or Friday before to keep the teachers from finding out.
They were the ones that were ready to bust it up.

Although there were a couple of teachers that attended.

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A friend did.

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There's most likely a 100% chance I know him or her.

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Coach Gravois

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Loved that old man. I graduated with his daughter.

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Ms McNutt

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Art teacher. What a smokeshow she was.

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I thought Broadmoor was the Falcons?

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Broadmoor was the bucs. Sherwood Falcons. River oaks bengals. Shenandoah Broncos. Westminster mustangs, pirates, lions, eagles, wildcats, panthers, a few more that I can’t remember.

Anybody went to Prescott middle around '78 or '79 or so? Mr. Payne was principal. I had a Science teacher named Mr. Spence that had an arm missing. He would lecture and that nub would be steady bouncing as he "talked" with his remaining hand. Am I remembering right and there was a "smoking" pit? For 7th and 8th graders?My, how times have changed.

I played on the Sherwood Hawks. We practiced between Audubon Elementary and Sherwood Junior.

Brett Ransome and Jay Simmons played on the Broadmoor Falcons at the same time and they practiced at Sherwood Elementary.

This would be 73-74-75. As far as I know and they told me they were never called Sherwood. Broadmoor had them and the Bucs which had Lee Dempster in it. He was a beast.

Central here. In 80 81 ish. Rode our bikes on summer night to central high from Comite hills. Saw one car that we hid from.

You were at twin oaks with me for at least a year or so.

I knew Raintree apts kids well. There was a big open dirt area next to the 7-11 there where we all bought our cokes and candy bars and Comic books for 10-15 cents. I lived at the end of the street to the right of the 7-11 in a townhouse at end of the street.

During the construction of something next to the 7-11 or something they left these little hills and a bunch of dirt balls etc. Some of you raintree boys grabbed the hills in the left and starting throwing dirt balls at us walking home, so we weren’t going to put up that bullshite so we grabbed the other set of hills and I swear it seemed like 100 kids joined in in a matter a minutes and it looked like WW3. As the battle raged on the dirt balls got harder to find and one of your buddies picked up a big rock and chucked it. I never saw it coming as I just threw at some other raintree kid on top of the hill which skipped and tag him and I was admiring my shot a bit too long.

The rock was right on target and Busted my head wide open and blood went everywhere. That and maybe the cops coming, (don’t remember because I was knock unconscious for a while) ended the war. Everyone was freaked out because like a real battlefield blood was all over and I probably looked dead for a bit.

Anyway, in our view we won because your were disqualified for breaking the rules, no throwing rocks. You bastards probably said we quit. Lol.

Well a trip to the ER and a few stitches and I was good. (Wasn’t my first or last concussion.) Anyway, the kid that threw the rock immediately apologized and was freaked out by all the blood etc, said he didn’t mean it thought it was a big dirt ball etc. so we were all good no bad blood or anything. We handled it ourselves, no parents needed. he was practically crying saying he was sorry and I said is ok it was a lucky shot. No fighting even happened afterwards everyone was just trying to get my bloody arse home, so I could get to ER. (it was just an accident anyway and my fault for admiring my throw too long and not paying attention. )

We all covered for him and each other and said it was accident and didn’t rat him out, plus we both felt really bad because it was great fun for about 20-30 minutes but because of us we never got to do that again. And he was a little dude and the rock was covered with red clay so maybe he made a mistake, truth told I am sure we probably threw some rocks at the end too.

No hysterical parents, no lawsuits, no criminal charges, no police involvement, no internet wars etc. Just kids having fun.

My poor babysitter had to take me to the ER again, ( I was just that kid), and unfortunately for her this was just a warm up for the steel street skate incident that nearly did kill me a year later. No way to stop those mfers, and it looked like I lost a gallon of blood before they got me home. She was as white as ghost on that one. Hospital for a week on that one.

Those were great times. I was the closest to dying and wouldn’t change one bit of it