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Bob Mitchell: An appreciated ‘button-busting’ phone call
In all the years that this column has been published, there have been many thoughts expressed concerning readers who have enjoyed them, they have appreciated them, and for the most part the information has brought back some enjoyable memories.
One call I received recently was one of those that should possibly have been recorded and saved for the great-grandchildren. This individual, who had long departed from my memory, could not express enough thanks for the column and its content.
He went on and on about how he read the column first upon receipt of the newspaper in his Kansas City office. His expressions about the good memories that the column brought to his mind were expounded upon time after time. His insight into the column and what it meant to his life was humongous in scope.
Undoubtedly, you can understand how the author of these columns was taking this all in, had my shirt had buttons, they would have been regularly popping quite a distance.
Who was he?
The call came from Bobby Reams, who had slipped completely out of my mind. When he started filling me in on his family, the pieces started falling into place.
Bobby is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Guy Reams, who lived in the Pasley community southwest of Cassville, toward the Corinth church. His father was a longtime repairman for Rufus Miller in Miller Furniture and Appliance, doing business on the north and west sides of the square.
During this period, electricity was just arriving in many rural areas, giving Reams a full workday most of the time. Bobby talked about some of the service calls on which he accompanied his father.
The Reams family lived on a road that dead-ended at the old Sand Greens Golf Coarse on the Horace Neeley farm. The latter would set in his wheel chair on the front porch and try to protect his chickens that grazed in the first fairway. Frequently a “worm-burner” would get one and Horace would have the bird brought to the house for his supper.
Bobby keeps in touch
Reams, a 1967 graduate of Cassville High School, now a Kansas City lawyer, still tries to stay in touch by every few months joining classmates and acquaintances with a meal and visiting in Cassville.
He said after reading the column for so long he had to let me know how much he appreciated the column and that he obtained my telephone number from Gary Chaney.
While he’s reached the point that he has slowed his practice, he currently is in a pick and chose status in his caseload.
Hopefully, Bobby might catch a case in Springfield one of these days, an instance that would provide a meeting for more “button busting.”
Earlier there had been another call, this from Carl Smithson, retired insurance representative, living in Springfield, attempting to get together. At that time we were closing on the property in Cassville and obligated in that respect.
I haven’t heard from him since, perhaps this will result in another effort.
Note to newly elected governor
Not that newly returned Gov. Parson would like to hear from me, but my congratulations go out to him, with a suggestion.
Now that you are on your own full term, how about getting serious about this COVID virus situation?
Missouri needs a statewide mask situation and be following all the scientific rules and regulations. Now, let’s beat this thing down in the Show Me State.
While other states are taking every precaution possible and making some headway, the country, including Missouri, is showing uptakes. Pull out all the stops governor!
Here is some folklore for you to watch.
If, when leaves fall in Autumn, and many of them wither in the boughs and hang there, it suggests a frosty winter and much snow.
If this be the case, I wonder if Cassville city officials have ever thought of returning to the long ago practice of making the West Seventh Street Hill (old school house) a sledding opportunity for the young people of the community.
There are few remaining in these parts who can recall the wonderful times, day and night, on that hill when traffic was prohibited in snow time.
One incident in those days, an MFA truck with chains went through roped-off intersections and tore up some of the surface. A visit from some of the older boys to this individual resulted in him finding another route. This hill was held in much respect and guarded in those days, as it could well be the same in this more modern times if the opportunity ever comes around again.
Bob Mitchell is the former editor and publisher of the Cassville Democrat. He is a 2017 inductee to both the Missouri Press Association Hall of Fame and Missouri Southern State University’s Regional Media Hall of Fame.