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Earl has some interesting photos to share.
And a few comments that show his wit is as dry as ever.
7th Grade Class - J. J. Pershing School - 1949
Southeast Track Team
    Hour three has completely dominated the boys' gym classes as they won their third and fourth championships. Their last triumphs were in basketball and volleyball.
   The volleyball champs were: Ronnie Doyle, Don Eichman, Joe Wilkerson, Eddie Steiner, Jerry Robb, Charles Harper, Dick Horton, and Ray Moore.
   The winners in basketball consisted of: Eichman, Robb, Wilkerson, Steiner, Gary Miller, Darrell Koll, Stan Olson, Dick Shinkle, and Earl Crawford.
Chit Chat
   Say, did you know that Southeast has some famous hunters?  Seems Earl Crawford, Doug Mattenlee, and Tom Keefe had quite successful hunting trips at "thousand acres."   Earl was the lucky one.  He shot a woodpecker
Chit Chat
   Earl Crawford and Don Daily spent quite a time on their recent fishing trip.  When asked if they caught anything, Don relied, "Sure, a cold!"
New Hi-Y Officers Are Elected
Smithmeir is All-City Officer
   The Hi-Y offices of president, vice-president, secretary, and treasurer are filled by Ralph Mills, Carl Wisdom, Curry Miles, and Bob Jamieson, respectively. Dave Morton is the pro-gram chairman; Eddie Steiner and Bob Sundquist, publicity; Earl Crawford and Gary Walton, music; Ronnie Doyle and Gary Fuqua, transportation; Dave Morton and Doug Ayer, devotion; Dan Boswell and Karl Keen, coat hanger; Bob Jones, membership; and Bob Jones and Glenn Lindsay, activity.
   Randall Smithmier has been elected all-city Hi-Y
   Any sophomore, junior, or senior is eligible to join Hi-Y and may contact any member for information
All of these articles came from issues of the Tower published our senior year.
Berlin 1961-1963
6912th RSM personnel and their orphan guests enjoy the joys and thrills of a carnival as part of the unit’s observance of the recent second annual German-American Folk Fest.   Securing Bodo’s balloon is a major project for Airmen Lloyd Epperson, Earl Crawford and Msgt. Andrew Steward. Michael, far left, stares in open-mouth amazement at some of the rides
Airman Crawford assures Bodo that "everything’s fine" on the carnival’s gigantic Ferris wheel.
"30 seconds before he puked!"
Earl's Description Concerning How
He Defended His Post in Germany
An email between Earl and Marty Bruns in January 2013
This little tale is a good memory for me and I thought maybe I should share it.  I've told it many times and always had a giggle.
I'm pretty regular in reading the comments and discussions in my family but there has been no mention of the "defense team".  This was, of course, the team that provided a delaying action while our adversaries jockeyed for position to completely consume us.  A better definition would be a bunch of volunteers wanting to get out of clean-up on mids, including that damned floor buffer
My daddy told me to NEVER volunteer for anything in the military.  I pretty well kept with that train of thought until the guy on the defense team who "guarded" the first shirt's office rotated back to the states.  This was pretty severe duty that consisted of sitting in Mac's chair, with feet on the window sill listening to AFN's "Mitte Nacht in Europe" (or something like that).  I volunteered as a connoisseur of jazz...not a warrior type.  It turned out like I expected.  Good duty.
About the second drill on mids we had, I raced to my assigned station with carbine in hand and a good cigar in pocket.  I was digging the sounds while playing with the bolt on the carbine.  Without any password, knock or warning of any kind, the SSgt in charge of this fearsome detail busted through the door, startled me so that I dropped my feet to the floor and let the bolt on the carbine fly forward while turning around.  Sgt. Turkey swore up and down that I dry-fired on him.  I could feel my cool position on the defense team buckle and fall.
I was reassigned, after futile tries to abandon said group of potential warriors, to a position outside guarding the entrance on the East side of the building where the elevator operates to the auxiliary generator among other things.  No cigars, no AFN, no warmth and no coffee.  Bummer!
A good friend of mine who shared my defense team plight (so good a friend that I can't recall his name) and I were in line at the armory to be issued weapons.  In my usual serious mode, I kept craning my neck as if I was looking for something.  He finally couldn't stand it any longer and asked what I was looking for.  I told him "handcuffs".  When asked why handcuffs, I told him that he was the ugliest guy I had ever seen and that if I was handcuffed to him, no enemy would dare bother me.  He assured me that he would take care of me.  I've never figured out just how he meant that.
Then, we were handed a "grease guns" and a white sack of real bullets with two empty clips.  I asked for another clip and a roll of tape (like the late Steve McQueen did it) but was looked on with disdain.  Only when we were sitting on the steps jamming real bullets into those clips did I come to realize that this was about to become serious.
When I got outside to protect the door to our hindquarters, I had the safety off and one cranked into the chamber, and the safety left was the flap on top of the weapon that I left closed.
As you might recall, Herman the German was always patching, puttying or troweling something.  He always carried a mox-nix bag and most of the time on base, a bucket and trowel.  Such was the case this particular evening.  There were about four or five of them that I had lined up away from the door.  They were in a jolly mood and our bantering back and forth about cigarettes and what a fearless warrior I was, etc. seemed to lift my spirits a little.  I knew most of them and hoorayed them at other times.  Things were still tense.
All of a sudden, a big ham-like hand came down on my shoulder from behind and a booming voice thundered "Was is los, heir!"  Before that, I was cold and had to pee, but now I was just cold.  If the flap had been up on the grease gun, I hesitate to think what would have happened.  I'm glad I did what I was told and kept the flap down.
It seems that one of my warrior like colleagues had neglected to turn off the elevator and this big booger had come down on the elevator from wherever he was puttying at the time and walked out to find me about to shoot his buddies.
I did my time on the defense team and then retired.
Earl tells us the following poem, written by his
roommate Greenwell, is based on the same time frame of events.
With burp gun in my hand,
I'll head for the converter room
To defend this piece of land.
My gun will not be loaded,
For bullets we have none
It happened on a Monday,
 A cold December morn.
The Russians said "We're coming"
Dave Corner blew his horn.
The defense team was assembled
And all the men were there.
Crawford picked his nose
while Presler combed his hair.
The armory wasn't open;
Nobody had a key.
So Davey sent a runner
To find our brave A. P.
Our runner ran and ran, dear,
Things were getting hot,
But when they finally found him,
He was sitting on the pot.
Then Markley found a big rock,
Holtyn a piece of hose,
But Crawford still just stood there
Picking at his nose.
The men were then all ready
The captain came up smiling
And bid the 'Good Luck, men'.
Then a booming voice was heard
That made the windows rattle.
Dave Corner had found the bullets;
The troops could now do battle.
Soon the fight was over,
Our tale has now been told.
So all you troops can sleep in peace
While Weaver shines his gold.
Son Steve with wife Shannon and Children
Daughter Leslie with husband Dan and Children
Son Rick with wife Amber and Children
Earl's Comments on the Cyber World
A couple of Email exchanges with Shannon Jones
If nothing else, I think this damned machine is the neatest thing I've ever had.  My company gave me a computer, camera, printer, etc., when I retired ... even a silver mouse and engraved mouse pad (both mounted in a shadow box).  The ironic part is that the cyber world was one of the reasons I decided to retire at 67 from a living that was totally fun. Now I'm up to my armpits in little bitty tiny computerisms. 
 But the kicker is that I've been in contact with people I knew 40 and 50 years ago.  Had a "pop up "months ago that said I could find long lost loves.  Well, the guy I lived with in Berlin wasn't a long lost love but worth pulling the chain for.  I gave out his name and Queens, N.Y.  Got back his name 3 times with ages.  I picked out the appropriate age called information for the city given and there he was.  We've been tooting back and forth ever since.
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Before I became so high in the cyber world and its terminology, I would not have understood why you were telling me that Bev's software was entirely different than yours.
50 years later Doug and Earl are still hunting together  and apparently with better luck then during high school .
Earl's Comments About the Reunion (before attending)
As a matter of fact, I've been having second thoughts about our KC get-together.  It just dawned on me that every one at that gig will be old.  Now why would I want to drive clear to KC for a couple of nights to hang out with a bunch of old people.  I live one mile from a nursing home and I could go out there for an evening.  I would, too, but they might want to keep me and feed me green Jello and Metamucil (without the orange flavoring).
The bright side is that even five years ago, I saw mod clothes, a nip here and a tuck there, young wives, and even heard a yearning or two for today's music.  All this stuff don't mean siccum as I know how old they are because I grew up with them.
The bright side is that even five years ago, I saw mod clothes, a nip here and a tuck there, young wives, and even heard a yearning or two for today's music.  All this stuff don't mean siccum as I know how old they are because I grew up with them.
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Another consolation is that I'll have Doug (Mattenlee) with me, poor old guy, and his birthday is May 3rd. That's a bunch older than us.
Earl and Margie at the 50th Southeast Reunion
The 2006 Birthday Cruise
Where Southeast Knights and Ladies celebrated their 70th Birthdays
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Sunning on deck with the Mattenlees Having fun at the Cocktail Party
Wearing silly party hats at the Birthday Party held the second night of the cruise. 
Lois (Garner) Hightower proclaiming Margie an official Lady of Southeast.
Margie and Georgia Mattenlee at the birthday party dinner.
The 55th Southeast Reunion - 2009 
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Just before attending the Yakov show.
Doug & Georgia Mattenlee,  Margie & Earl Crawford and Carol (Dietz) Tefft
Earl and Doug at the Branson Reunion with ...
... Donna (Hargis) Kissinger ...  Nan (Preston) Hutton ... Carol (Dietz) Tefft
Pershing grade school classmates
Lois (Garner) Hightower, Betty (Moehle) DeWitt, Carol (Dietz) Tefft, Mary (Hammond) Eberhardt, Donna (Hargis) Kissinger, Earl,
Shirley (Richardson) Scammahorn, Kay (Harkins) Gangel
Shirley (Peterman) Wheatley
The 60th Southeast Reunion - 2014
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Touring Southeast with fellow members of the Class of 1954
 Before the tour Georgia and Earl speaking at the dinner Marie and Earl having a good time a
Margie waiting for Doug and Earl. about being in the Air Force. t the reunion dinner.
The 2014 Pershing grade school class photo.
Ed Hayes, Mary (Hammond) Eberhardt, Betty (Moehle) DeWitt, Shirley (Fenton) Marley, Lois (Garner) Hightower, Pat (Corder) Valleau, Earl and Kay (Harkins) Gangel
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