Scott's Bio

It all started in Ralls, Texas on December 9, 1950. My mother had been injured in a major car wreck and had to be transfused. She developed Hepatitis C from the new blood while she was pregnant with me. When I was in the first grade, I developed yellow jaundice and missed 1/2 of the first grade. The Hepatitis went dormant. 

My mother was a model in New York City for some power house modeling agencies. She met my Dad when the boys came home from overseas after WWII. He was a Captain in the Army Air Corp. and won the Air Medal, Distinguished Flying Cross and several ribbons. Dad was a farmer in Ralls. His father and uncle founded and built Ralls from dirt, sweat and tears. Dad was 6’5” and weighed in at about 225. All my friends were afraid of him. My first peeks at Christianity were from my father’s mother, Zama, I couldn’t say Zama, so I gave her a new name, Wa Wa!. My childhood best friend was Tom McCaleb and his brother Freddie. Their parents were from New York (imagine that). We are/were friends to this day. Freddie died in a motorcycle accident and Tom and I are still friends here in Lubbock. My upbringing was pretty much by WaWa. My mother was the 3^rd best Bridge player in the world and traveled frequently. Dad always wanted to be a rancher, so he sold his farm near Ralls and bought 4,000 acres near Glen Rose, Texas. We lived in a large 2 story house. I loved horses and we had 2 large lakes and a swimming hole made of limestone. Life there was pretty much inconsequential. One thing I failed to mention are butt beatings I received. They were so severe and often, my mother threatened to divorce my Dad if they continued. He took out his frustrations on me. My sister, Cynthia, was the typical Daddy’s girl. She was born in 1947.

My story of sinning and eventual redemption will continue in future writings as an example of God’s everlasting Love for His creation and as both a warning and encouragement to those who can identify with my story. Ok now, giddyup, let’s get this party started!!.

Dad sold the Ranch near Glen Rose and bought 2,000 acres outside of Tyler. There was a house on the property that Dad’s foreman lived in. He bought a house for us on Fry Ave. In the city of Tyler, in summer of 1963. My first friend was Steve Lindsey and then Johnny Eiche. We rode our Sting Ray bicycles to Hogg Jr. High. I played football at Hogg. The first girls I ran around with were Debbie Hightower and Debbie Little. They were in my immediate neighborhood. There was a creek behind our house where we played army. Debbie Hightower was my first girlfriend. Roger Fry and Ted Odom became my good friends as well as Robert Finn. The beginning of 7^th grade was not too wild. We smoked grape vines, in secret, before we graduated to real cigarettes. A new kid in a new, nearby subdivision came on board. He was Frank Graham. Randy Pool joined in too. We were an interesting group of friends, and my house seemed to be the hang out.

8^th grade came around and Hubbard Junior High was finished. Steve, Johnny, Randy, Frank and I went to Hubbard. A new girl showed up in Frank’s neighborhood. Her name was Eleanor Gooch. She was a blonde bombshell that all the guys fell in love with. Walter Kerr won her attention and he went to Hogg.

Johnny Eiche ended up dating Irene Goss, another hottie down the street from me. Her dad was a dentist. Oh, our next door neighbor was also a dentist and had a son named Scott and a daughter named Cynthia. (My sister’s name is Cynthia) They were younger than my sister and I, but boy did it get confusing.

I remember one time when Johnny came over on his Sting Ray. He, Steve and I were riding around the neighborhood and Johnny does a “Trick” going down a slope with his feet in between the handlebars, while going down a steep hill, he went one way and the bicycle went another!! He skidded about 10 feet, butt on asphalt....Ouchhhhhhh! I mean he got up screaming in pain. Boy did he have some deep asphalt skid marks on his butt and back. Oh, he didn’t try that again.

A 9^th grade highlight was Mandy Kreulen. Boy, was I in love at 13-14. My Schwinn made a bunch of trips from Fry Ave. to Sequoia (I think that was the name of her street.) It was two houses off Paluxy and only a few blocks from Hubbard. I was going to run for class President, but found out my grades weren’t good enough. I already had my campaign team together and everything. That hit me hard and out of left field.

I began sneaking liquor from my parents liquor cabinet. It was always ”Cutty Sark” scotch. Whew, it took a real man or an insane kid to drink that rot gut whiskey. Beer was good when we could get it. We were hitting up the bootlegger when we could. I remember a black lady in Kilgore called Miss ____ sold to us.

My sister’s friends were all hotties and I loved it when she had sleepovers. I remember when my sister’s class graduated from high school and had their party at the Carlton Hotel. It had a swimming pool above the parking garage. Our bunch went up there on Saturday morning after the graduation, and boy were their two floors trashed. Several room doors were left standing wide open, so we could go in and drink left over whiskey and beer that was still cold in coolers. Wow, did we get drunk? And in deep trouble! We also smoked cigs and cigars. I’ll never forget that day!

Unless I remember some more amusing Jr. High stuff, I will continue soon with Sophomore action at Robert E. Lee High School. Go Rebels!

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