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JoAnn Kergel (Wirth) (1965)

Why did the chicken cross the road?  An age old question and the answer is simple.  He or she crossed the road to show the possum it could be done.

Dan Ree (Ree) (1964)

Everyone..is assuming Tim..was Fibbing about Racing Pigeons......He actually did..on the old WHS Track........he actually ran the 440 while the pigeon was flying along side......is that truth or fiction...we had a lot of Pigeon at the Old WHS in those days..........PS...the Pigeon won..............Hummm everyone looking up into their year books....to see if that comes up.........What do you say Tim??...How's it feel

  getting beat by a Woodland Pigeon..LOL!

Fred Parker (1966)

true story, along similar topic,,,., do we remember Knights Landing's Dutch Millers Tavern (father of Freddy Miller, class of 66)?

  Every pheasant season numerous "designer hunters" would come from the bay area to hunt pheasants. Many would spend most of the day drinking at Dutch's, neglecting their quarry's persuit.Well Dutch had cages behind his bar with pheasants he raised.. He would sell those birds for $5 each. Not wanting to go home empty handed the patrons would pay the $5, Dutch would take the gunny sacked bird out front, let said bird go and drunk patron would shoot bird----- well many a bird would escape unscathed, fly around and end  up back at the cage--thus for Dutch to sell again

  some patrons eventually smartened up and just shot the gunny sack

OH!! and Dutch's growl "two bowls"!  and free sandwichs with his homemade mustard----mmmmmm

Tim Tucker (1965)

Fred, I remember hearing about that so many years ago. I don't know why but I always thought of it as Knights Landing folklore. If it is not just a myth then it is pure and simple genius. I love it.

Theresa Eve (1964)

Oh, that is a hunting story I do not want to hear at all.  Drinking and guns!

Janet Long (Levers) (1966)

Fred-and any others who may be interested- two years ago+, I posted a (photo of) a postcard of the interior of Dutch's place, showing him but no bagged pheasants.  

Joseph Knipe (1967)

it is a true about dutch and  the pheasants he told himself

Joseph Knipe (1967)

sorry about typo he told me.

Walter J. "Wally" Summ (1967)

Fred....yes, the "free" sandwiches.  You failed to disclose that they were located in an open, screened box.  With the people milling in and out and the dust from the fields,.....well, lets just put it this way.....I didn't ever sit at the bar long enough to make those sandwiches look appealing.

Janet...Is the photo that you were referencing??

Fred Parker (1966)

and when Dutch growled "two bowls" his wife would come shuffling outta the kitchen with thier free homemade beans.           and gruff he was! I once took a young lady there to share with her my country nostalgia.. I ordered a beer,, the girl says " I'll have a vodka gimlet",,, Dutch put his two fists on the bar in front of her, looked her in the eyes,  and said " this is a drinking-man's bar! what do want to drink?!!"       she had a beer

Monte McCray (1966)

A lot more than that happened out there. Dutch Miller had a pet babboon that use to walk on the bar and eat peanuts that the patrons had on the bar until a drunk slapped the animal and came up two fingers short as the storry Fredy told me goes.I remember the babboon very well as I spent a lot of time out there with Fred, Use to stay over nite with him.They also had a pet deer that loved to eat cigaretts and a lots more fun wierd stuff.

Donald Urain (1964)

The story about the phesants is true. I saw it myself at Dutch millers. I also saw it at browns corner. There was a pen between the gas station and Metz rental my dad and I watched several times they came out of the bar in the gas station got a bird ant went across the hiway to the field. After a couplr misses thet shot them in the sack. My dad was teaching me about good sportsmanship. I never forgot those lesson and I have told this story many times and people are shocked. There are many stories about Woodland that people will accept or maybe not ,but it is home and I love our history. Keep up the stories.                     thanks Don

Joseph Knipe (1967)

I went to Dutch Millers for many years and really enjoyed the picture that was posted,I knew Dutch was old but I don't remember the pterodactl there guess I never looked up

Dan Ree (Ree) (1964)

You are right on Don...Woodland......knights Landing has many History stories to tell............It was the best things we grew up with............Something today they can not...........yes..keep up those great stories........many still out there.........The original WHS holds Many..especially when the lunch hour started and the guys would cruise College Street..........does anyone remember the old Gym steps..there was a fire hose box there..i was a Freshman..The Carston Brothers....pulled out that fire hose ..turned it on...and hosed down the cars with open windows...then came Mr. Lackey and Mr. Collins...Mr. Muhl..........also one day Fred Broesch came from Kights landing in his Model A...and back fired it several times....and his laugh after words..those were the days..yes we had great History to tell!!!!

Walter J. "Wally" Summ (1967)

These are some great stories.  I'm sitting here laughing out loud!!  In this picture, my grandfather is sitting on the tractor that he bought from Rynne Hull's grandfather in 1936.  When granddad's son (my father) came back from WW II, they went out to Dutch Miller's to celebrate.  At the resthome, after my dad had died, Grandpa told me that they had quite a party and hooped and hollered quite a while out there.  And then grandpa told me...."You know, that tractor didn't sound right for three days!!!"  They must have had a good time.

Lynn Little (Sullivan) (1966)

Fred, I don't know if you remember me but I was with you and Gary a lot.  My grandfather on my mother's side practically lived at Dutch's.  When we went to see him we went to Ruth's to get him.  He always had stories about the place.  The only problem was he was an alcoholic.

Fred Parker (1966)

oh! yes Lynn---------- and speaking of alcohol, how many of us remember drinking Olympia Beer in those "stubby" bottles?? You could thumbnail the label off and see how many "dots" were on the back--- one dot meant a "kiss",, two dots meant a "feel"--and then there were three and four dots-- gee, I forget what those mean!!??

  there used to be a little bar on the north side of west Main about where McDonalds sits now.. nothing but open plowed fields behind it---Mike Vejraska and I notice there were always cases of Olympia sitting outside the back door====well, one night Mike and I had Bob Stewart let us out of his '56 Plymoth,, we snuck across the field and each grabbed two cases---raced back across the field, in anticipation of treating all our buddies to a party night at Gigiure's barn---- about half way back to Bob we realized they were cases of empties------

It's a good thing we all had fake IDs, made out of lettering from the TV Guide' or we wouldn't have been able to enjoy one of those robust gatherings that were so common each weekend

 and yes drinking did, and does,lead to serious consequences---- but thank God much of our generation was oblivious to the drugs of today

I still have hundreds off unsigned Olypmia labels

John Michael Somero (1967)

Donald Urain,  we never met, but when I was about 12 years old, my brother and I were out in the fields across the street from our house on Cottonwood Street, all the way across along the old highway, I think it was 99.  Anyway, we had our bb guns and were plinking stuff when I spotted a leather strap coming out of the ground underneath a billboard along that highway.  We started digging and unearthed a gun case with if my memory serves me correctly, a 30:06 rifle, a 12-gauge shotgun, and an old single shot .22 with the initials D.U. carved in the stock.  We dragged the loot home and showed it to my dad, and he checked the phone book and found only one person in Woodland with the initials D.U.   Don Urain.  He called him, who stated that they had had some guns stolen, and they had the FBI come over (federal crime I guess, stealing firearms), and you got your guns back.  There's a little more to the story, but that's enough for here!

Donald Urain (1964)

John, I still have that 22 that was my dads when he was a kid. Hegot it for hes 4th birthday when his uncle was visiting from Spain. That was 1926, thats why it was so special Watch who your friends are it was one of my best friends who took the guns. Thanks again, after all these years this little gun is very special to me.

Robert Cowing (1965)

Carol Dunton (Stone) (1968)

If you are in Woodland, tomorrow will be the annual Woodland Tomato Festival downtown.  It goes from 9 AM to 2 PM.  Lots to see, do and taste.   Also, if you are an early riser, my husband Guy Stone and I will be playing our music on the First Street stage from 9 AM to 11 AM. We do 50’sand 60’smusic that you can sing along with.  We’d would love to see you there.  Come support our sweet hometown  

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Dee (Marilee) Damsen (Kindelt) (1965)

To those that are or will be attending the reunion in Sept, I have a very big favor to ask:  I need people to work the ticket table for drink tickets.  It is only an hour!!  You can double up with a friend or do as a couple or whatever floats your boat....     The hours are:  6-7; 7-8; 8-9.  Thanks in advance for helping out - Marilee Damsen Kindelt

Gary Wegener (Wegener) (1966)

And what better way to meet classmates; you relax in a chair and they come to you.  :)

Vickie Anderson (Unruh) (1966)

Virginia Atkeison & I will take 7-8. 

Dee (Marilee) Damsen (Kindelt) (1965)

Thanks for volunteering!  Still need 6-7....