First ride in the Jeep

While waiting for the new steering box I’ve been amusing myself with what I think of as de-junking the Jeep. Removed rusty old seat belts; pulled up nasty carpet; ditched the home-made tool box (there’s a perfectly good one under the passenger seat). Also a little spray paint touch-up. Still plan to yank the CB radio and the spotlights on the rollbar.

As I finished up Paul suggested to take the jeep for a little drive (steering with vice grips, of course). I was surprised by just how much land Paul, his brother and father have. (I believe he said 120 acres but I might be wrong about that.) Best part? Winding trails just wide enough for the Jeep (and other offroad vehicles, I assume).

Paul had no trouble steering with the vice grips and the Jeep did the offroad bits beautifully. But we mostly just moseyed along in first gear. This is going to be a fun ride.

UPDATE 2/6/23: The floor of the Jeep –front and back– was covered with a nasty black carpet. I much prefer the battered (?) metal. When I get the Jeep home I’ll wash it out good and give the tub a coat of paint.

I played with the canvas top a little and decided to just go with the top over the seats. Just not a fan of those plastic windows. I’ll wear my insulated coveralls when I need to drive in cold weather. (Man,I have got to adios those lights.)

Paul was able to remove the broken steering column and see what he needed to get the Jeep drivable. Parts on order. Getting closer.

Jessie comes home

We brought Jessie home today and we are once again a two-dog-family. It feels good.

She quickly found her way to Riley’s toy basket and checked out the precious green rope.

She peed on the floor a few times but that’s part of having a new puppy. But that first poop? Outside!

Riley was a little uncertain about having another dog in the house but within the first hour or so she was trying desperately to show Jessie how to play “chase.”

A full day and as regular readers (hah!) know, dogs have couch privileges in our house.

Sol Astrachan 1929-2022

Sol Astrachan, long time business owner and resident of Kennett, Missouri, passed away this morning at his home in Kennett. Sol Astrachan was born in Poland in 1929, and later moved with his family to Russia. When he was nine his family immigrated to the United States. After a short stay in St. Louis, Mr. Astrachan went to Kennett, Missouri, where he has lived ever since. Mr. Astrachan served a term on the Kennett city council (1961-1963) and two terms as mayor (1963-1971) of Kennett. (Obituary)

Sol was a good friend to my father and a good (and courageous) mayor. Sol graduated from Kennett High School in 1947. Photo below of senior class. Sol was interviewed by Will Sarvis for the Missouri State Historical Society on October 28, 1998 at his home in Kennett.

 

Broseley, Missouri High School Senior Class (1943)


Broseley, Missouri High School Senior Class of 1943. My mom (not in this photo) would have been 18 in 1945. She had a sweater like the one the young man on the left is wearing. I had (and wore) it for a while. Major news events of 1943:

  • Allied forces take back North Africa
  • Italy Surrenders to Allied Forces
  • Dambuster Raids on German dams
  • Warsaw Jewish Ghetto Uprising
  • Due to shortages America sees it’s first rationing
  • The Glenn Miller Orchestra provided the most popular music of the time.
  • The Pentagon, considered to be the world’s largest office building is completed

Charlie Earls 1938-2022

Charlie Earls didn’t give me my first job but he gave me the first job I really loved and, looking back 50 years, the best job I ever had. And he was a good man to work for.

My father worked at KBOA or many years (so I was pretty much a legacy hire) and when my mom’s health went bad, Charlie let my dad have time off for trips to he hospital in Memphis and made his life easier in other ways.

As program director I would occasionally go to Charlie (owner/manager) for advice. He’d listen to my problem and then say something along the lines of: “Okay. I can tell you what you should do, but if I do… you have to take my advice. Do you still want it?” He understood it was better for me to make the call, even if I made the wrong one.

I was fortunate to know Charlie and to have worked for him.


(From Missouri Broadcasters Association Hall of Fame) “Charles Earls was born in Wyatt, Missouri, the youngest of 7 children. He attended elementary school in St. Louis, and graduated in Steele, Missouri in 1956. He was an Air Force control tower operator in Chitose, Japan, where he developed his love for radio. He was also a local disc jockey on the Air Force radio station.”

“His first paid job in radio was for Harold Sudbury, Sr. at KLCN in Blytheville, Arkansas in 1960. That’s where he met and married Scottie Jolliff. A son, Charles Scott was born in 1961. With a new family, Charles decided to make radio his career and answered an ad in Broadcasting Magazine for a job in Waco, Texas. KAWA was a 10,000 watt daytime AM station where Charles was hired as a salesman and weekend newsman. Within six months he was the manager. An Illinois newspaper company owned the station and Earls moved his family to La Salle/Peru, Illinois, to put a new FM station on the air for them. He worked on the newspaper side as a salesperson for a while until he was able to fulfill his dream of owning his own radio station by purchasing KTHS in Berryville, Arkansas.”

“The Earls moved to Berryville in 1966 and Charles started attending the Arkansas Broadcasters Association meetings. Later that year, KBOA & KTMO in Kennett, Missouri became available, and in October, the Earls’ bought those stations and moved to Kennett, while still managing KTHS.”

“In the coming years, they added Missouri stations in Farmington, Branson and West Plains, a station in Creston, Iowa, as well as Arkansas stations in Mountain Home and Yellville.”