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Subject: Re: Hello from one of your elders! (class of '75)

Author:
Brina

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Date Posted: 08:28:45 08/30/02 Fri
In reply to: Brina Rood-Sinker 's message, "Hello from one of your elders! (class of '75)" on 00:44:57 08/30/02 Fri

This is a Hiawatha story, circa 1960s.
In the winter, when we girls would walk home (to Indian Acres), there was a group of boys who would follow us and throw snowballs at us. Not that awful, except that some of them were rougher than others. A "new boy" had come to school that year (my fourth grade year, I think): Hans Hohl. He got into this group of boys who would spend their after-school time terrorizing us poor girls, and one February things got really bad. Hans would always make these really sharp "ice--balls" of ice and snow and he was so athletic, he'd fire one at us and it would almost always hit one of us girls in the back of the neck or head. Really hurt a lot.

We would ask them to stop, sometimes we'd even end up crying, but they always followed us and pelted us. Finally one day my sister Amy, who was a year older than me, had had ENOUGH! She warned the boys not to throw any more ice-balls at us...or else...Most of the boys were sort of standing back, just watching at this point, but Hans kept at it. He threw a really hard ice-ball at us, hit me in the back of the head, and my sister just went nuts! She ran towards him yelling at the top of her lungs, and when she got up to where he was, she hit him over the head with her purse. Which doesn't sound so bad, except that it had a big old metal clasp on it, which apparently cut Hans's head open, so all of a sudden there was lots of blood!

I think we all ran away after that. That evening, we got a call at our house from the Hohl parents. Everything was talked over and the end result was apologies on both sides and no more ice-balls for the rest of that winter. I think Hans had to have stitches in his head that afternoon!

I never had a big brother, but I do have my sister! (She lives north of San Francisco now and is coming to Mpls. this weekend to spend her birthday with us. She was class of '74.)

Anybody know where Hans is these days? I'd love to hear if he remembers this event!

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Patti Rooney
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Date Posted: 08:46:55 08/30/02 Fri

I'm not sure of the actual name of the store, but I remember the Laird's owning it. They lived on one of the streets off South Summit. Several daughters and one son, I think. Joanne - class of 77; one was class of 75, Kathy maybe; and I remember an older daughter too. The store at the other end of West Street was St. Peter's. Mr. St. Peter used to make his own root beer and sell it. My sister bought a bottle one day with a fly in it. He also used to bag up several items in brown paper bags and sell them as grab bags. You didn't know what you had bought until you opened the bag.