It's worth a moment to look back at the Tivy class of 1921 -- not only are the folks interesting, but there are other details in these photos. Look at their clothes, hats, shoes. Look at the buildings in the background. (The large building is the old Tivy High School; only a portion remains today.) If you look closely enough, and really study the photos, you can actually hear students in the background. Images courtesy of Jack Stevens.
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| Helen Ritchie, Kerrville, 1921 |
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| Iva Byas, Kerrville, 1921 |
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| James Polka, Kerrville, 1921 |
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| Lois Spence, Kerrville, 1921 |
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| Louie Wilson, Kerrville, 1921 |
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Is that the same Louie Wilson who worked at Schreiner Bank? Bless his heart, I remember him well.
ReplyDeleteOnce when I was seven years old, I was visiting Kerrville. My dad had some type of business to conduct in town. While he was busy, I walked around downtown Kerrville (walking around town by myself - what was my dad thinking?).
I had just started collecting pennies. My dad was a passionate silver coin collector. I was very interested in coin collecting, but because I was so young, he started me out in the coin collecting world by teaching me about old pennies.
As I walked around town, I wandered into Schreiner Bank. It must have been lunchtime because there were only two people working in the bank at the time.
I walked up to an elderly gentleman (remember, I was only seven years old, so any adult over twenty looked elderly to me).
I introduced myself and the gentleman introduced himself as Mr. Louie Wilson.
I told him that I had started a penny collection, but lacked quite a few pennies to have a complete set. I then produced a piece of paper from my pocket that listed all the pennies I needed.
I gave Mr. Wilson the quarter that I had received as a weekly allowance and asked him if I could buy pennies from him. He took the quarter and walked over to a teller's window.
He exchanged the quarter for pennies and brought them to me. I thanked him, and then walked outside. Immediately, I began checking my handful of pennies to see if I could find any that I needed.
A few minutes later, I went back inside and asked Mr. Wilson if I could exchange my pennies for another handful of pennies. He obliged me.
Again, I went outside and checked the pennies.
Minutes later, I went back inside the bank with another request for pennies.
Mr. Wilson said, "Let's approach this from a different angle." He then went to the teller's window and retrieved two handfuls of rolled pennies.
He walked me over to the largest wooden desk that I had ever seen (remember seven years old).
He sat me down at the desk and said,
"I don't think the boss will mind if you sit at his desk."
For the next hour I was in coin collecting heaven as I sat at that enormous desk and sifted through more pennies than I had ever seen at one time.
I have never forgotten that experience. It was wonderful.
So again I say, "Bless His Heart!"
Yes, Uncle Louie was a gem. My tale was when I was young and in another city and tried cashing a check at a bank. The problem was that my meager account was inadequate to cover the amount of the check. They called Schreiner Bank and I told them to ask for Louie Wilson. He made sure that sufficient funds were transferred from my father's account to mine to cover the check. Ah, the benefits of growing up in a small town like Kerrville.
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