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Gary Tibbals (1965)

TOM, SOMEONE NEEDS TO TELL THAT MAN TO MOVE.

Bernard Rocksvold (1965)

Hiya Gary,

Do you remember the night we put a couple of gallons of what we thought was gas into your dad's car. Turned out to be diesel fuel. Had to stop on the way home to let the exhaust manifold cool off, as it was glowing red hot. Can't remember how much trouble you got into, or if we ever fixed that engine.

Bernard

Paul Schattauer (1961)

Aren't lawyers required to conform to certain rules of speech while in court?

Gary Tibbals (1965)

hey Bernard, I do remember. Duane and I ended up having to rebuild that engine. Duanes Dad was realy upset. the hole head was cherry red. it would  not even start the next day, so George found out what happen and made us tear it down an start to rebuilding it. glad George was the mechanic and work at the chevrolet dealer. one weard night. haha that was your Grandfathers place or uncles farm we got the fuel from was it? it was late that night when we drop you off.

Bernard Rocksvold (1965)

Gary,

It was Butch Zuniga's place. He and I worked in the beet fields together. He told me about an unlocked gas tank on the farm that Don Stewart (Patty Zuniga's boyfriend) and a couple of other people were getting gas from and I should come over and help myself. Since we were out in the country and out of gas, late at night it seemed like a good idea. I think the owner of the tanks got wise and locked up the gas tank and left the diesel tank unlocked. I guess we learned our lesson that night.

I don't remember Duane. Who was that? I think I remember we pulled the head off that engine in your driveway. Don't remember what went down after that.

Gary Tibbals (1965)

Duane was my  and best friend from Mt View, before  I came to woodland, thats right we tore down that motor and rebuilt it in my mothers garage. Bernard you have a great memory. that was the good old day. Mister Hunter from shop class would of been proud of us.

Monte McCray (1966)

Butch and i just siphoned it out of the tractors.

Bernard Rocksvold (1965)

Gary,
Yeah Those were the days. Mr. Hunter was my favorite teacher. He saved my a$$ a number of times. One time I got a 3 day suspension for riding a motorcycle, across the lawn, between classes. He let me spend my suspension helping out in auto shop.
Monte,
That is probably what we did when we found the gas tank locked up. Pretty dumb of us to pick a diesel tractor to siphon.

Monte McCray (1966)

I dont think all of us were the brightest at that age. I am amazed how smart my dad became after i graduated high school.

Melanie McKinzie-Petersen (Rued) (1967)

I know I had a lot to learn. 

Melanie McKinzie-Petersen (Rued) (1967)

Still learning.

Theresa Eve (1964)

Yes, I think all the Woodland High School teachers would be proud of us, with our accomplishments.  I do feel I am still learning in life.  Wish I was smarter around my parents in the olden days.  It must be time to make us more wise, and more aware of the important things in life.  Spent the day in the garden, a lot of clean up for the beginning of Spring.  I am so ready to get out of this cold weather.  My best to all.  The old Woodland Train Station is such a treasure.  I took the bus to Sacramento out of this station.  Dad would pick me up, while I was going to Sacramento City College.  

Monte McCray (1966)

hi mel how are you doing? we just sold my dads place.i can hardly believe it has been two years since he passed.

Melanie McKinzie-Petersen (Rued) (1967)

Hi Monty, it is hard to believe how much history is behind us now.😘

Linda Hotchkiss (Dela Torres) (1965)

Theresa, there definitely is a lot of history in that old train station.  I have a picture someone took for me on the west side.  I was sitting in my little yellow Corvair and Ron was with his arm on and bent over the driver's side window, looking at the camera.  It was the day he left on a bus to serve his country because of the draft.  Those were very emotional times.  My heart has always and still goes out to the men and women in uniform.

Walter J. "Wally" Summ (1967)

Theresa Eve---Here is a story from old Woodland.  My aunt Willy took the train from Berkeley to Woodland to visit her sister (my mother) in the 1930’s.  My mom had driven to that very train station to pick up her sister.  After the train arrived, all the passengers disembarked, except Willy. 

My mom, looking around for Willy and wondering what had happened, is still standing on the railway platform.  The train takes off and is starting to gain speed near the Globe Rice Mill, between Court Street and North Street, when all of a sudden mom hears this screeching sound. 

She looks northward down the tracks to witness sparks flying off the wheels and the train coming to an abrupt stop.  As she continues to look towards that train, she sees a woman get off the train, suit cases in hand, walking back to the train station.  The old steam engine, rocking to a gentle beat, had put Willy to sleep.  Willy had pulled the emergency rip cord to stop the train.  That would probably be a Federal offense in todays’ world.

Theresa Eve (1964)

Love all this history, and the stories of  people involved.   The rice growers is a little further down the road from the Train Station, or is it more near the Ice Company, which I belive was near the Train Station.  Dad would take me to the Ice Company to get food for the Cachville School cafiteria.   Those are all great  stories.  

Walter J. "Wally" Summ (1967)

Theresa:  The Globe Rice Mill was a block and a half north of the train station (next to the tracks) and the Ice Company was a block southwest at the corner of Sixth Street and Lincoln Avenue.  It was originally called Woodland Union Ice Company.  It supplied "Crystal Pure Ice" to Yolo, Solano and Colusa counties.  Later, the Yolo Ice and Creamery occupied that site.

Joel Childers (1966)

Theresa (Bee) and Walter (Wally)..........THANK........YOU.  As Bob Hope always said, "Thanks for the memories."

Janice Bell (Killian) (1966)

Doyle Phillips (1961)

I remember in the 40's and early 50's the Ice Company had freezer lockers or whatever they were called. My mom would store a lot of her canning fruits and vegatables there.  When Greyhound moved to the Train Station you could catch the bus to Sac and back. 

Linda Hotchkiss (Dela Torres) (1965)

There probably are a lot of us who remember the train tracks going west on Main St. and into the building on the corner next to Cranston's.  I even remember an old locomotive headed into the building.  I assume that is where they worked on them.  On another note, one of my grandmothers worked at the old bus station when it was located on the north side of Main St. between Second and Third Streets about in the center of the block.  I'm guessing this was in the early 1950's.  That bus station was facing those same train tracks. 

John Michael Somero (1967)

Walter J. "Wally" Summ (1967)

That's pretty good, John.  You have some really interesting stories.  You ought to share the story or stories of when you flew Jackie and John John.  I was fascinated with that one. Hyannis Port?  Martha's Vineyard?  Chime in anytime.

Theresa Eve (1964)

Oh yes, I remember the old bus station before it moved into the Train Station.  That old bus station was really not the place to be, pretty run down.  I recall the tracks by Cranston's Hardware, also recall the trolly that went down Second Street.  That was way back in the early 50s.   I was just little but recall that.  A lot of State workers took the Bus into Sacramento, as I did for college.  Transportation was not so available.  But, was glad that Dad and my sister JoAnne could pick me up at the Train Station.  Also, the Rice Growers also sold baby chickens at Easter.  We use to get them and Dad would raise them until, time for a dinner.