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Marshall mentors musicians: How local businessmen helped Mike Henderson start on the road to success in music and artPosted Wednesday, May 8, at 5:06 PM By VIRGINIA SPRIGG Guest Columnist Mike Henderson recently reminisced about his growing up years in Marshall, Missouri. He was a very determined person with a great deal of talent, but he had dropped out of school and went to work at various places around Marshall...
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist When my husband, Dick, was going to Raytown High School, one of his best friends was Billy Bob Allison. They played football together and loved their coach, Ted Chitwood. They had many good times growing up together and stayed in touch over the years...
The Green, Green Grass of Home By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist Editor's note: Ellie's columns typically look at memorable moments of the past, but today she describes making new memories with treasured friends. --- Spring is here and time to mow, but first had to get the limbs and sticks picked up from the monster storms we had all winter...
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist When I was 12 years old, my brother, Billy, was 16. He ran around with a bunch of hooligans named Bob, Gene and Stan. They had a clubhouse in the basement with a skull and crossbones painted on it KEEP OUT, THIS MEANS YOU, ELEANOR!...
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist Nineteen sixty one and Coach "Butter" (Dick Butterfield) was back coaching at Raytown High School, where he had glory days as a player for the Raytown Blue Jays on the football field. He was home again working with Coach Ted Chitwood, who was like a father to him in his growing up years...
The games people play By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist We are all game players. From the time we are born and look at our mother's adoring face, we know how to play The Game. As babies we know if we cry mommy will come running, or daddy will hold us in his arms and rock us until we drift off into dreamland...
Editor's note: In her most recent Recollections column, "My journals," published Feb. 14, Ellie Butterfield provided a photo of she and her grandson swinging on a bag swing. Thus, the inspiration for this column. Bag swings is one of the greatest inventions of Western civilization...
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist One day I found journals my grandma wrote in. It brought back so many happy memories just seeing her handwriting. She wrote about every day things..."It snowed today, we had fried chicken." So, I decided to start writing my journal. I started in 1988, long before we had ouf grandsons, Brett and Evan...
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist We've all heard stories about Father of the Bride, but no one ever told a story about Mother of the Groom. Until now -- and I'm going to tell you my story of the day my first born son, Steve, was married. When Steve and Melanie wanted to marry, they came to us to tell us their news. We were delighted...
After the Depression years By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist When we tell young people today about our growing up years during the early years after the Great Depression they can't believe it. What? You didn't have TV's? You didn't have cell phones, computers, iPads, your own car? How in the world did you survive? What did you do for entertainment?...
Memory Lane in Marshall is spelled N-o-c-t-u-a By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist Oh, my gosh! Guess what I just found in a box in the basement? My high school yearbook. The 1950 Noctua and all my scrapbooks from those happy days. Days that used to be, I live in memories among my souvenirs. I'll just bet you have a lot of those same memories I have so let us recall some of those days of our youth...
By VIRGINIA SPRIGG Guest Columnist It was the summer of 1952 working as a lifeguard at the Marshall Pool and playing fast pitch softball, that this young fellow, having graduated from Missouri Valley College, was worrying about the Draft Board. He had already seen Louie Larm with the enlistment program but couldn't decide what he should do, so he continued working for Coach Lyon, Superintendent of the Marshall Park...
The search for Cornelius Cheney By MARVIN WILHITE Guest Columnist My search for Cornelious Cheney started a little more than two years ago, back during the month of October 2010. As usual, I was at my post in the genealogy room at the library when a young couple, Mr. and Mrs. Brown from Knob Noster, approached me with an unusual situation...
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist Growing up with my older brother, Billy, I had to be quite a tomboy to keep up with him. We loved going to our grandpa and grandma's farm, north of town were we could pretty much run wild without them worrying about anything happening to us...
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist When my son's Stevie and Ricky were growing up we always had a yard full of boys playing baseball. There was an empty lot in back of our house and my husband, Dick, and about 12 neighbor boys cleared the field, limed the base lines and used sacks filled with sand for the bases. As far as they were concerned they were playing on Wrigley Field. Those boys of summer taking the field were from 6 to 10 years old...
Picnics in the park By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Guest Columnist When we were kids growing up in Marshall during the late 1930s, 40s and 50s, we had to make our own entertainment that didn't cost much money. We were so fortunate to have the Indian Foothills Park with a swimming pool!...
The heyday of The Rummy Joint By ALVIN L. PHILLIPS JR. Guest Columnist Author's note: Some time back, there were a series of articles that ran in the Marshall Democrat-News about the Marshall square being the "heartbeat" of the community. Though a few of the spokes need repair, the wheels in my mind started turning and churned out a few memories of my childhood on the Marshall Square...
The pleasure of porches By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Columnist At times when I share memories with you it takes me back to my early girlhood days. From the time I was six or seven I have so many memories. It seems many of those memories recall days on back or front porches. It was 1944. I was 10 years old and was at my Grandma and Grandpa's farm north of town. Being the only girl in the family, I was so loved by my grandparents...
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD Columnist In the days of my teenage years, there were not many jobs for girls -- not that most of us wanted a job at the swimming pool at Indian Foothills Park as a lifeguard. I prefered being on the tennis courts. But the girls liked money and were willing to work and I mean work hard. Detassling corn was the job that paid the most. Fifty cents an hour!...
Editor's note: This column was prompted by recent news stories involving the old Fitzgibbon Hospital. The building was the heart of health care in Saline County for nearly seven decades, so it has an important role in the memories of many area residents. We invite others to share their stories and recollections about the old hospital...
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Recollections  - Blog RSS feed ![[Feed icon]](http://www.marshallnews.com/images/icons/feed-icon-14x14.png){kind=icon} - Comments RSS feed - Send email to Saline Countians, past and present - Login Various members of the community, current or past residents, occasionally submit essays recalling the people, places and events of the past. We'll post them here. Also, reminisces sometimes emerge in other web forums. This will be a place those conversations can continue.
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