Tuesday Basement Adventure

Over the years certain individuals have considered our basement to be creepy. The door would always be locked.

There are world treasures that hang from the ceiling.

I have had a doll collection for many years. I can't decide whether to keep this one or not.

Some of my dolls have never been out of the box.

My best discovery today was the Dr Pepper mirror. I looked on Ebay and could not find another one like it.

Charles M. Watson

This month I decided to feature my father for the Twelve on Twelve. This is his big month because on March 25th he will be inducted to the Ashtabula County Basketball Hall of Fame. This is quite an accomplishment because he died fifty-five years ago. It is only possible because he kept a scrapbook - mostly about sports.

My father attended the Ohio State University. He loved the Buckeyes.

 This is a college picture of my stylish father.

This is my father's Teaching Certificate which allowed him to teach or be a Superintendent.

Coach Watson was the coach of both the boys team and the girls team at Edgewood. He had the most championship teams with the girls, but the boys were quite successful, also.

The Makio was the yearbook for the Ohio State University. I have my father's copy from his senior year.

 This card was in the Makio. My father grew up on the Pratt Farm because his parents worked there.

This picture hangs in our garage. It shows the Delta Tau Delta house and the men who belonged to the fraternity.

 My father was a tap dancer, a drummer and a singer as well as being an athlete. I have lots of his sheet music.

One thing my father loved was spaghetti. My mother did not care for any kind of cooked tomatoes. My father ate his spaghetti on Friday nights with the coaches after football games.

When I was a little girl I often walked over to the school where my father worked. Even on a hot day the halls were cool and dark. My father always welcomed me. We would have a chat. He would give me a nickel to put in the Coke machine. Those bottles of Coke tasted so good to me. I seldom drink pop these days, but if I do I have a Coke and remember the good old days.

I am more of an athlete now than I ever was growing up. Richard and I have our names on the plaque at the Natatorium for being Charter Members. I think my father would like this.

On March 25th I will proudly wear my father's basketball that says Champions and Coach.

The February Twelve on Twelve

Twelve Pictures for January

Rotary Resolution

Someone gave my brother the following document recently. I had never seen it before. It is nice to know that so many people thought my father was a great person.

RESOLUTION BY THE JEFFERSON ROTARY CLUB UPON THE DEATH OF
CHARLES M. WATSON

Charles M. Watson was born at Orwell, Ohio, on September 7, 1908. He attended the Ohio State University, receiving a Bachelor of Science Degree in Education in 1931, and a Masters Degree in 1934. He was a teacher in the Ashtabula County school system from 1931-1955, having taught at Edgewood School until 1943. That year he became Superintendent of Schools at Williamsfield. In 1945 he accepted a position as Superintendent of Schools in Jefferson, where he served until 1955. He then moved to Perry Township, where he served as Superintendent until his untimely death on January 30, 1957.
Charlie had that remarkable talent of being able to do many, many things very, very well. He was a friend of and respected by all of the hundreds of students in his schools. He maintained discipline with dignity and without permitting personalities to bias his decisions.
Charlie was a good administrator, carrying out the duties of the office which he held without fear or favor, rancor or prejudice; he never yielded a political expediency. His life was an inspiration, not only to those whose destiny he guided, but to his host of friends who learned to respect his judgment and love his character.
Charlie was always interested in the athletic program of his schools. He was noted for his devotion to fair play, even at the expense of his will to win.
Charlie loved to sing, to be with his friends. He enjoyed a rich, full life and succeeded in packing more living into his forty-eight years than most men can accomplish in three score and ten.
Charlie gave greatly to the life of his community. He produced a succession of Minstrels for the benefit of the P.T.A. in Jefferson. He was always a participant, giving freely of himself and of his talents. He gave hours of pleasure to the many citizens of our community who became regular attendants year after year.
Charles served the Rotary Club in Jefferson as its president. He was ever regular in his attendance at its meetings. He was a Rotarian, in or out of meetings, exemplifying the rotary motto of “Service above Self”. It is often easy to give of material things, but one gives most who gives of himself.
Charlie Watson was a Gentleman.

THEREFORE, BE IT RESOLVED, that with the death of our dear friend, Charles Watson, we, and the great community of mankind, have suffered an irreparable loss; that his death creates a void which will not soon be filled; that we extend out sympathy to his wife, his children, his parents, and to those unnumbered students who will never have the opportunity to enjoy the benefit of his guiding hand.

Adopted by the Rotary Club of
Jefferson, Ohio, February 14, 1957
Signed by Roger Brenneman, Secretary
Robert L. Shoaf
R. A. McNutt
Frank Cornwall

A Bennett boy, a five star handyman, etc.

This is a picture of one of my first cousins. I think it is either Fred or Harold Bennett, but I am not sure which. I am hoping one of my many relatives/friends on Facebook will be able to clear it up.

Thanks to our friend Ted, we have a handyman who can do just about anything. This week he is fixing our plaster problems, constructing a privacy fence, power washing the deck as well as numerous other jobs.

A golfing friend of Richard encountered a person in Florida the other day wearing an OSU sweatshirt. They struck up a conversation. Ohio people tend to do this shortly after OSU/Michigan games no matter what the outcome. At any rate, this person was the son of the lady who had the boarding house where Richard lived in Washington C.H. when he was first teaching at Miami Trace. I remember Dorothy and her son Jeff, also. She treated her roomers and their girlfriends like family. One time she even lent Richard her Cadillac to visit me in Massillon before we got married. It is a small world and we are all connected.

Construction Finished

Workmen completed our project yesterday. Shown here are the final results. We had to call the electrician back today since we had no hot water this morning. Hopefully, this problem will be fixed up soon.