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Robert Eugene (Bob) Beckwith
Time for Bob Beckwith to chime in. I have been reading your comments and they bring such a flood of memories.
Most of you might already know, but I will share it anyway. Mike Swift and I became neighbors and friends when our family moved from 1st and I to 461 Vista Way. Mike’s family lived at the end of the cul-de-sac. We both liked to fish and be outside. Our friendship was a natural. In our sophomore year, I was responsible for breaking Mike’s collar bone, taking him out of J.V. football. One-on-one hitting practice - he moved his head just right. In our Senior (maybe sooner) year Mike started dating Turrie Sturgess (old news). They married and had two daughters, Kylie (Kylie was a teacher and taught at Hilltop for a while) and Raimee (is a teacher, teaching in the district). Turrie got a cancer and passed away leaving Mike to raise their daughters ages 4-6. Mike later married Judy, just prior to our 20th reunion. I called and asked Mike if he was going to the reunion. He said, “No, but I’m going fishing, want to come.” Of course I did. We hadn’t seen each other for about 3-5 years. He picked me up at 4:00 A.M., boat in tow. It was one of the best fishing days we ever had. There was lots of ocean, loads of fish, and sunshine-what a day. It was if we had seen each other the day before. And then we all did go to the reunion together. In March of 2005 I was on a 6 day back pack trip with 2 friends in the remote Idaho back country. We were hiking the Middle Fork of the Salmon River. The only way in and out in the spring is to fly, landing on dirt runways. That year we counted 1,200 head of elk, plus wolves, deer, mountain lion and more. I hiked in to the Flying B ranch to find a message “ that a friend in California had died”. I have kept in touch with Mike and with Walt Hess. I didn’t know which - if it was Mike or Walt. After I flew back to civilization I got the story. On a Saturday, Mike’s daughter Raimee got married. On Sunday morning Mike got up to work in the yard, came in and took a nap and never woke up. It was an honor to speak at his Memorial at Castle Park High School Football stadium - named after his Dad, Al Swift. Al was the person that encouraged me to become a teacher and use the National Defense Fund.
Some of you mentioned good ol ‘3rd Avenue and Yardage City. Sam and Suzie Rimmler owned the store and they hired me in my freshman or sophomore year to sweep the floors at closing time. It was a perfect job at the time because I could come home from practice and then get the place cleaned up. It was also a source of side work. Mr. Rimmler would ask me to work before school or on weekends. He would say something like, “Bob you call me at six, I come and get you.” I would call, wake him up, and he would come, but he wasn’t awake. He drove a big boat of an Oldsmobile. The drive to the store was an adventure. He would stop for signs, but never quite got the car stopped at the cross walk. The stop was made in the middle of the intersection. He would look both ways, drive on. We would work for an hour or so and then he would pull out a wad of cash and instruct me to go the bakery next door for coffee and donuts, fresh out of the oven donuts. I would come back with steaming coffee and hot donuts dripping with topping and freshness. He would always get a couple of chairs from the pattern counter, set them on the sidewalk in front of the store. We would sit, drink coffee, inhale the fresh donuts and watch the sun rise on 3rd avenue. When I first started working for them I wondered why he and his wife would tattoo numbers on their forearms. They were kind generous people.
I’m looking forward to our reunion. I did get to see some of you on the 20th. And I’ll be seeing you all again in a few days.
My father, Emery, was on his way to his 50th class reunion in Fruitland, Idaho. In Fruitland a reunion includes anyone who ever graduated from the high school-ever. I asked him how he recognized his friends. “Oh”, he said, “You don’t look for your friends; you look for your friend’s parents.” Teaching Biology and genetics I had great fun with his words. I don’t know of a high school Biology student that wants to look like their parents. I would share my father’s words to their chagrin, faces going into a pie. I celebrated genetics with jubilation. It will be fun being with you all soon.
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