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t’s been a long time since the early 1940's when I was attending Junior High School and Del Rio High School, but I still remember some of the dedicated faculty members who guided me through those years. One person who made an indelible impression on me (several of those impressions were on my rear end) was the Junior High principal, Mr. Brown...known to us as "Willie B." He meted out justice with his paddle indiscriminately but always fairly. In later years at a class reunion I asked him if he remembered me. His joking comment was that he never forgot the backsides that he paddled. The system dictated that male students could choose between detention hall or a lick from his paddle. The girls had only one choice: detention hall.
"We consolidated in 1971-72 school year, however we played football under the Wildcat name, later the consolidated school board changed the name during the spring of 1972 to take effect in 1972-1973 school year. So I consider my senior year 71-72 to be the last year of the Wildcats."
In reading many of the letters sent in about our memories of Del Rio, and enjoying them, I saw that someone mentioned our dear "Juan” or better known as "Necktie Joe”, who walked the streets of south Del Rio, greeting folks at H.E.B., directing traffic along Pecan St or South Main Street, doing odd jobs for anyone who would hire him. He had special needs and a very special heart.
Someone stated that the Arranaga’s stores were located down on Main Street and that also one of the Arranaga’s owned Mr. 15Ë that was on Ave. F and 10th Street.
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Jay graduated in 1966 and has had an interesting, every changing path in life
No not the ‘Zombie’ characters seen in movies, but rather the drink concoction that contains a little bit of every whiskey, rum, gin and vodka available, along with some kind of sweetener that makes it taste good…..well really good the first time you indulge.
A Zombie, can and will turn you into a Zombie, or at the very least make you feel bullet proof, in that you can do no wrong!
The wolf man was discovered around 1924 near Comstock, Texas on the McNutt Ranch. Maudie McNutt about 10 years of age was riding horse back with her Grandfather Peter McNutt and several hands of the McNutt Ranch. North east of the ranch headquarters near a dirt tank, the group rode upon a lamb that had just been killed. Immediately Pete McNutt said, “look straight ahead and keep riding”. They rode by the slaughtered lamb not looking down. In the past they had found other stock dead as if they had been slaughtered. And Items have turned up missing out of the tool shed. Riding straight ahead and going over a hill Pete instructed little Maudie along with one of the hands to return the Ranch Headquarters.
It was a beautiful summer day in Del Rio in 1958. I was six. I lived in the Chihuahua Barrio, but I was visiting my aunt and uncle, Tio Ramon and Tia Josefina Bosquez, at their house, the one with the huge yard, on West Martin Street. Next door was Walter Block’s house and right across the street was the Del Rio Hospital. And then next to Walter Block’s house was the Cody Wardlaw Gymnasium. In those days, Tio Ramon owned the XERF radio station in Ciudad Acuna.
Spring of 1957
I believe it was the spring of 1957 when my family rolled into Del Rio to my dad’s new duty station. We had no idea it was a mission that was Top Secret and dealt with spy planes that flew all over the world from just out side of Del Rio to take pictures of our nations enemies in Russia and Cuba. We only knew that we lived where the cowboys lived. I was five years old and started kindergarten at St. James. I remember Jimmy Carter was one of my classmates and almost everyone wore cowboy boots. I was in heaven because as the song goes, "My heroes have always been cowboys… "Roy Rogers was my favorite and Saturday mornings was filled with black and white adventures of him and Sky King and other cowboy types. I was living my dreams.