Then someone had to hold the plane with the engine running, while the operator ran out along the string lines, grabbed the control handle, tightened up the lines and the holder let it go.
And there was the Pat and Roger Gang led by two brothers who were the ministers sons. Each gang consisted in about six boys who all lived in fairly close proximity to each other. There were three or four outsiders who didn't belong to either gang. Don't remember if my first friend here was a member of the Pat and Roger Gang or an outsider, but we never did hang out much. Where I lived there were no other kids except my brother, so I was mostly an outsider, although I did join the Craig Hegel gang for a brief while. I was persuaded by JimG who was another kid introduced by my mother. He convinced me riding home on the school bus one day.
I was in one war campaign between the two gangs. The school bus stop was
up-town on main street in front of the general store, across from the big two waiting rooms train station, where all the mail boxes for everyone in town were under the great overhangs at either end of the station building. Smitty had been a member of the Hegel gang as they lived close to each other. He was freckle-faced with bright red hair and had the biggest mouth in town. Everyone put their lunch boxes in a line extending from where the bus would stop, about a car length from the curb, in front of the general store, as place holders for the line-up onto the bus. The kids ranged in age from first to eighth grade. High schoolers were sometimes on hand but they took a different bus.
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