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Pictures shared by Tod Land, Jim’s bro. First looks like Milburn Jr Hi football team (no order) with Jim, Dave Zimmerman, Scott Barnes, Charley Gullet, Joe Hoagland, Don Woods, Doug Killion, and Mike Mahaney. Any others ???

With The help of Doug Jackson and Larry Broockerd we have the 1962 championship undefeated OP lumber team with (1st row l)Kenny Landis, Steve Dennison, Steve Kunz, Doug Jackson, Mike Mahaney, Pat Wise, Ted Wyss. (2nd row l) Jet Peake, ?, Larry Broockerd, Jim Clybourn, Jim Land, Skip Basler, ?. Bk row coaches l Emmett Jackson, ?, Henry Basler, George Dr Landis,w/ Donnie Basler as bat boy. Three pitchers Steve Dennison, Mike Mahaney and Doug Jackson all three had 2 no hit games that summer. OPLumber truly “struck fear into the hearts of opposing teams, coaches and players’
Enjoy:>)
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Posted on: Mar 18, 2019 at 10:07 AM

Tod Land message. Jim will be cremated but other than that no arrangements have been made. He had one son who lives in Montana and I will be talking with him shortly and am meeting with the funeral home in a bit to get everything rolling. Most likely, we will have a small private service but will get that all worked out and let you know.

Brother Tod Land,
We would likle to thank all of you for your kind words and comments - also for your prayers. Jim will be cremated and he asked that his ashes spread in the ocean - his son James will be doing that. We will be having a celebration of life for him in the near future and will post that time and place soon. Again, thank you all. His son James is with him in this photo.

Congratulations Dave!!!! Are you living in Juneau or perhaps on Douglas Island. As I remember, there are lots of good places to eat but only about 9 miles of road. New management duties??? Be sure to send Paula and I your new info including address, phones, e-mails etc. tell Miss Patricia hello and keep us updated !!!!:>)))

Dr Herbert Bruning—Roger’s Dad, Mr Guy Barnes—Scott’s Dad, Mr Gayle Chubb— on a gray rainy day near 75th and Lamar I had a car accident by running into Mr. Chubb’s car when I was a sophomore. Three men in my life at West:>)))

Happy Birthday Dr. Roger! Thank you for twisting so many nights away with me, thank you for our wonderful friendship the past 50 some years, and thank you for taking such quality care of our family for many years! Much care and love!

Posted on: Dec 31, 2018 at 6:23 PM

2018 Holiday fun with Joe and Norma Hoagland

                  Services

 Services will be held at 10:30 a.m., Nov. 10, 2018, at Lenexa United Methodist Church, 9138 Caenen Lake Rd., Lenexa, KS, followed by a luncheon. Private Inurnment at Lenexa Cemetery.

Contributions

 In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Lenexa United Methodist Church, 9138 Cenen Lake Road, Lenexa, KS.

Shared by Jan Koenig Reintjes, Jim Walsh and Karen Lyerla

Kathy’s 70th Celebration September, 2018

May prayers and bessings guide you home sweet friend and classmate.

Karen Lyerla 

Posted on: Jun 24, 2018 at 12:06 AM

In updating Paul Dennis Miller's Obituary, I am respectfully including a picture and article from the KCStar about Paul's accident. The picture may make some of our classmates uncomfortable in viewing, but I wanted to share with those who choose to visit Paul's In Memory. Thanks to Jim Walsh for researching and finding the KCStar story and picture.

Sorry to share, but we lost Craft Clark May 29, 2018, Tues to an aorta (heart) aneurysm. Don Woods had stopped over by to visit on Tuesday, but nobody was at home. Later his wife, Susan called to share the sad news. There will be a celebration of life at their townhouse CLUBHOUSE in Lenexa, Kansas on Saturday, June 2 from 12 to 4pm. Their address is 8824 Carriage near 87th and Gallery Road (66215). As more information is given, I will post in our In Memory section. Come join us in celebrating Craft's life.

Posted on: Mar 22, 2018 at 5:00 AM

This poem or whatever you want to call it, is for those that have reached that pinnacle or are about to enter that "Twilight Zone" of life.


Seventy


My last day of being young; no Birthday songs will be sung.
Now I’m old and almost dead or is this only in my head?
I am old and flabby and whole lot crabby and I am looking just a little shabby.
These old bones provide me aches and pains but I can still use my brains.

All of my memories and my scars will be added to my memoirs.
Old maybe but I’m not sure; maybe someone can come up with a cure.
From being young we have sprung or was this a slip of my tongue?
No slip but all I hear is; don’t fall or might break your hip.

Hey old man do you need a cane or some help; their humor I disdain.
These peacocks they prance and they strut; they forget that I can still kick their butt.
My funny side has been gone for some years and so it appears.
At my age and still at work; is it dedication or is it a quirk?

Seventy! I can’t believe; should I be happy or should I grieve?
Not too much that I can do unless science has a tremendous breakthrough.
Hell, I don’t care; all I can say is, what is fair is fair at least I still have some of my hair.
Wear and tear on this old boy but yes, I can still find some joy.

Depressed, probably not, I still find wisdom in my every thought.
Some twenty years back some black balloons I got; after all of these years I almost forgot.
So many candles on my cake; to put out the flame it would take a lake.
Who needs electricity when the candles will suffice but I will see that you get the first slice.

Well, old is old and it cannot be controlled and on this idea not everyone is sold.
Ready for the rocking chair, oh not quite, those words are often too trite; do you wanna fight?
Spirit alone can make or break; all of this talk is giving me a headache.
What’s the use, there is no sense in becoming a recluse and so what is my excuse.

Anyway, Happy Birthday some will yell but for me I have no time to dwell.
Too much work for me to complete and I had better hurry before I become obsolete!
I had better finish this in a hurry but don’t you worry it’s only my eyes that are getting blurry.
Much better now but I forgot what I was doing or what I happened to be pursuing.

Never mind, it wasn’t fundamental but with this old man you must be gentle.
I am frail and I am old with my teeth full of gold and maybe I am on the threshold.
Nope…you dope, I am not standing on that slippery slope.
I have a long life ahead and no rumors will you spread, because buddy I’m not dead.



Garth Jensen

2018

Posted on: Mar 21, 2018 at 6:41 AM

VIKING

Now that I look back, I have been a Viking, a Rebel, a Cougar and a Lumberjack.
A Griffin too and that I almost forgot; how can that be, just ask me!
The Viking was to my liking and his pose was very striking.
I missed seeing him a few years back but at the time, I had little slack.

The Rebels, traitors they became; now it is Brooks the Bison and that is not the same.
Bison were rare in that desert air; ask the natives that have always lived there.
Political correctness it overcame, so it was decided to change its name.
I do not much care to ever go back there; all of their pride they have tried to hide.

As for a Cougar that roams free in the mountains near; should we run in fear?
Probably not since, they didn’t change their name; for many years, they have been tame.
What can I say about this school, it was ok but not very cool; no party-time by the pool?
Rules and regulations this was a place with high expectations.

Lumberjack, a Paul Bunyan type; he is not your normal stereotype beyond all of the hype.
Among the canyons and the peaks and where the blowing wind speaks.
Geology abound and beauty all around and with lush forests that surround.
A great place to teach and learn and someday I want to return.

The Griffin a mighty beast but this place was way too liberal to say the least.
It fit my needs as a temporary source and it kept me on my course.
Use of the Griffin was not a good choice and when I left, I wanted to rejoice.
They wanted to change the way that I thought but I got the training that I sought.

I had some good teachers and some that would just tolerate me and most would agree.
Not all of my education came from school; I got some the hard way, which was cruel.
As a rule, I am still learning and I will keep trying as long as my mind will keep on turning.
The Viking was my beginning but now I am in my eighth inning.

As a Viking will I get one more fight; I don’t know I’ll try with all of my might.
I suppose adventure is out of sight but I can sit in my easy chair and continue to write.
I will need to think this all through because there is still much that I want to do.
Therefore, a Viking I am and adventure I do seek and to stop would be for the weak.




Garth Jensen
2018

VIKING

Now that I look back, I have been a Viking, a Rebel, a Cougar and a Lumberjack.
A Griffin too and that I almost forgot; how can that be, just ask me!
The Viking was to my liking and his pose was very striking.
I missed seeing him a few years back but at the time, I had little slack.

The Rebels, traitors they became; now it is Brooks the Bison and that is not the same.
Bison were rare in that desert air; ask the natives that have always lived there.
Political correctness it overcame, so it was decided to change its name.
I do not much care to ever go back there; all of their pride they have tried to hide.

As for a Cougar that roams free in the mountains near; should we run in fear?
Probably not since, they didn’t change their name; for many years, they have been tame.
What can I say about this school, it was ok but not very cool; no party-time by the pool?
Rules and regulations this was a place with high expectations.

Lumberjack, a Paul Bunyan type; he is not your normal stereotype beyond all of the hype.
Among the canyons and the peaks and where the blowing wind speaks.
Geology abound and beauty all around and with lush forests that surround.
A great place to teach and learn and someday I want to return.

The Griffin a mighty beast but this place was way too liberal to say the least.
It fit my needs as a temporary source and it kept me on my course.
Use of the Griffin was not a good choice and when I left, I wanted to rejoice.
They wanted to change the way that I thought but I got the training that I sought.

I had some good teachers and some that would just tolerate me and most would agree.
Not all of my education came from school; I got some the hard way, which was cruel.
As a rule, I am still learning and I will keep trying as long as my mind will keep on turning.
The Viking was my beginning but now I am in my eighth inning.

As a Viking will I get one more fight; I don’t know I’ll try with all of my might.
I suppose adventure is out of sight but I can sit in my easy chair and continue to write.
I will need to think this all through because there is still much that I want to do.
Therefore, a Viking I am and adventure I do seek and to stop would be for the weak.




Garth Jensen
2018

Happy birthday Viking classmate and dear friend. I am truly blessed to have you as my friend for a mere 50 some years, and I look forward to a continuing future as forever, loving friends!!!