I have been privileged to have some great correspondence with Bruce Antle for several years. He is a wonderful writer, must be all those sermons he had to write over the years! And he has many growing-up-in-Kirkwood stories to share. He and wife Darlene Petri, KHS66, are retired and living in Missouri these days. I'm going to publish some of our correspondence, but mostly want to share an article he wrote for me but I'm having trouble getting it posted due to the format it's in so for now I'm going to give you a glimpse into their lives as told by Bruce. Keep reading below and you'll see I finally got the story he wrote posted. Here are some random snippets:
Since being
retired (still do a little real estate with friends and family)
and some pulpit supply, but mostly take care of Darlene and that
is my primary job. 4-2-22
It is hard to believe we are in the "4th quarter"
of our life or the "last chapter" or on the "25 yard line" with
25 and goal to go, all of us within field goal range if we are
so lucky. Darlene has outlived her parents and on my side 85
seems to be the magic number, so barring anything unforeseen we
should have another 10 years of somewhat independent living.
Sooo sad to see the senseless and indiscriminate killing of
innocent lives on the other side of the world. Why can't we
all just live our lives in peace?
Darlene and I are both doing fine. Thanks for asking. We
both have our issues, but who doesn't at this age? Mine seem
to be below my knees with what they call neuropathy. One foot
doesn't want to cooperate like it is supposed to. I have
conversations with it, but it wants to be lazy. Going down is
easy, getting up needs a helping hand. Probably caused by all
those years I used to jog or when I was doing a lot of
physical labor. I used to love to run, but what can be good
for the heart, we later discover, if we live long enough, can
be tough on other parts of the body. Last year I asked Darlene
to pick me up a cane for balance. 4-3-22
It [some physical ills] started about 10 years ago for both
of us and like age, progressive. Darlene is still my 16 year old
girlfriend and for someone turning 74 next month still has a
cute figure and as pretty as ever. We eat sensibly which
helps and we enjoy each other's company which is also very
helpful, especially the last couple of years with Covid.
This is the wonderful response I received when I asked Bruce to write the charming story of his and Darlene's beginning as a couple:
The last
person who asked me to do so might be sorry she did.
Actually that isn't true. My daughter asked me to write
down some stories and 800 pages later .... she got probably
more than she thought she wanted. Although she tells me she
is very appreciative. Most are family related. My two
favorite authors are James Michener and Laura Wilder. Laura
wrote the Little House series of books, with large print and
pictures. Books they say for children. I loved them all.
James on the other hand, historical novels, with a lot of
depth and research, small print, few pictures and many, many
pages. My dad also did a lot of family genealogy back before
computers with letter writing and visiting cemeteries. I took
up the mantle after he passed, adding my research to his.
Then Darlene asked me to do the same for her family. She
always thought she had some Cherokee in her ancestral
background. She didn't as we later discovered. However, what
we did discover was she was a great, great granddaughter x 6,
to Daniel Boone.
For the family I wrote a series of 6 books, third person,
in the style of the Little House books with lots of photos
from the photo albums Darlene kept, tying the photos with a
narrative. I then followed it with my Michener style, three
part Family History of 800 plus pages. I had to divide it into
three parts because of the size. Again, a lot of photos,
along with family trees dating from the colonial days to the
present. This is still a work in process as I edit and move
around stories. 4-3-22
As a genealogist, he is one of my idols! I would love to do what he has done but I keep myself too busy to do it! Isn't he just amazing???
After Bruce sent me his article I had two suggestions, he said the number of graduates in our class was about 1,000, but it was really about 785 and he mentioned Cyranos being downstairs from the music store and I corrected him to "down the block" as in 1996 I opened a small antiques shop down the street, DeMun Avenue, so drove by where Cyranos had been 5 or more days a week HOWEVER, he was correct, the restaurant was below the music store and just down the street from other businesses. Here is his response to that message:
And yes,
Cyrano's was down the street, beneath a music store, later
moved to Big Bend, now in Webster Groves, Old Orchard, and
still has the Cherries Jubilee and World's Fair Eclair, or
at least the last time we ate there which was a couple years
ago. I could have added "down the street," and you are
welcome to do so but figured anyone in our class who went
there would know it. [The mother of the fellow who opened the Cyranos on Big Bend became a pal of mine thru my antiques biz and later the fellow who, with a partner, opened it in Webster was a pal of mine through our mutual membership in the Symphony Volunteer Association! - sooo many connections - sooo typical in Kirkwood and environs! lvr]
Cyrano's was a customer of mine. My dad was the sales
manager of a company that manufactured melamine ashtrays.
The summer before our senior year I would go down to the
plant, load up the trunk of my car and peddle them to
restaurants and bars in and around St. Louis. Cyranos was
one of my wonderful discoveries ... those were the days
when people smoked, especially at a coffee shop. The
steep outside stairs leading down, the basement rafters
concealing everything in the rafters all painted black,
and yummy desserts made it a very special place. I am
guessing it made more money than the music store above
it. It was never the same after it moved. My sales
career came to a quick halt after selling a truck-load of
seconds to Grandpa Pigeons when my dad's sales rep who
covered the area reported I had encroached on his
territory. My dad never dreamed I would go to a Grandpa
Pigeons and thought I was just fine going door to door to
little mom and pop businesses. 4-5-22
Of course that led to a discussion of Tom Holley, whose family owned Grandpa's, earlier Grandpa Pigeon's:
All history is related for those who might
be interested. Grandpa Pigeons was also the grandpa I believe
of one of our classmates ... Tom Holley. My dad commented he was impressed because he could read
Tom's signature, apparently on a purchase order sent to the
company and I guess, like me selling ashtrays my dad made, Tom
was working for his grandpa at the store. It was a fun store.
So many people just scribble their name, my dad was impressed
when he learned Tom was a classmate who took the time to legibly
write his name. Funny
isn't it, what goes through that gray mass above our neck. It
has been awhile ... as you know.
Well, as you can see, I was waylaid in getting this posted, a trip to Atlanta, prep for that trip and now after a week, still unpacking. Here is the romantic tale of Bruce and Darlene in his words posted 15 May:
How a Boy from North Met a Girl from Nipher
I guess this story could start as boys
standing in line waiting to receive our high school diplomas and asking, “Who
is that cute girl?”
We had a large
graduating class back in 1965.
I believe
close to 1,000.
Add to that number,
grades 10 and 11, when KHS was sophomore - senior classes and a combination
from North and Nipher Junior High, it was not unusual to NOT know someone.
And speaking from a purely boy perspective,
KHS had a lot of cute girls!
Darlene came from Nipher. I came from North. My mom, my brother, my cousins Pat and Becky
Wall (KHS 60 & KHS 63) all
attended Nipher. My mom attended when it
was the high school. My cousins not only
attended but later taught at Nipher.
When it was my turn, North Junior High was brand new, and a little further
to walk than Keysor. I lived on a street
called Wilcox, a street off of Essex. Our house was about 3 or 4 blocks from
the high school, depending on if you took the pipe over the ravine to get to my
house and a lot farther to North Junior High. [I had a wonderful high school romance with a resident of Wilcox, whom I used to walk to that pipe over the ravine after school sometimes, then high-tail it back to KHS Essex parking lot to catch my ride home. lvr]
I was in my senior year at KHS when Tom Friel
asked if wanted to go to an “away” football game. I
think we were playing Ritenour.
We sat on the visitors side and in front of
us on Tom’s side were two really cute girls.
They were Juniors. Tom seemed to know them both, at least he knew their
names and started talking to the one close to him. My eye was on the one
farthest from me, a really cute strawberry blond.
(I later
learned it was a color that often changed.)
On the way home Tom told me her name was Darlene
Petri. He remembered her last name,
possibly from the associated with what we learned in biology as a Petri dish,
named after a famous bacteriologist.
Over the weekend I couldn’t wait for school on
Monday in hopes of seeing her. With no
luck on Monday or Tuesday, I devised a plan.
I was on the “Call” staff as the business
manager and free to come and go to solicit ads for the paper. Mrs. Conley, also my English teacher, led the
“Call” as well the “Pioneer” and we would meet for 6th period. I decided to go
to the office and ask if a note could be sent to Darlene to meet her at her
locker.Darlene had recently been photographed for the
“Pioneer” in a full page layout. The
student in the office was more than happy to help out, as well tell me where
her locker was located. When Darlene got
the note, she had no idea who this Bruce Antle guy was, so after class she
raced to her locker hoping to avoid him.
No such luck, I was there to meet her. I was excited. She didn’t know what to do. When I asked if I
could carry her books and walk her to the parking lot, she seemed relieved and
vaguely remembered me as the “other guy” on the bench next to Tom. She said okay.
Our first date was a movie at the Esquire,
followed by a flaming Cherries Jubilee downstairs at Cyranos. It was one of those cool, crisp fall
evenings. I asked if she would mind if I put the top down? She had never been
in a convertible and thought it sounded fun.
We rolled up the windows and put the heater on, then a slow ride home down
Clayton road, with the stars shining bright in the night sky and soft music
playing on the AM car radio from Wood River.
It was magical. I drove as slowly
as I could not wanting the evening to ever end.
We dated that fall and winter for about 4 months,
falling madly and passionately in love.
We broke up when things got too serious. 16 & 17 was a little too
young for marriage. After graduation I was heading off to college. We would
date others, but never stopped seeing each other, knowing if we ever got back
together it would be for keeps.
Four years later I was standing in a different
graduation line. This time from
Washington University. In the audience
my mom had invited Darlene.
A year later we were married. That was 52 years ago!
Looking
back, it was also the first and only time either of us had gone to an “away”
football game. We know God had a plan.
Bruce
and Darlene
