I can't remember ever writing about an eleventh grade school trip we took to St. Louis, Mo. But first I want to share a scripture.
"Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way? By taking heed to thy word. Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin again thee."
The best I ever learned was my study of the bible.
Now for the reflection.
The year was 1951 and the pride of most ball fans was the St. Louis Cardinals. Most young people of that day listened to their radios about the Cardinal ballgames. I never ever got to see the Cardinals play a game.
Still, I knew about it through the announcing of Harry Carry. His words were, "It might be, it could be, it is a home run." I can still recognize his voice.
In writing about our school trip to see a Cardinal game, it was my only chance to really see a game played. It was the early games of the year. Our school officials trusted us kids to go up there and furnished a bus. Schools don't do this very much anymore because groups committed things that gave the schools a bad name. I don't remember any of us doing anything that would have embarrassed the school. We had two newly married people and a bus driver who were our chaperons. They were John Elvin and Earline Sipes.
We arrived at our hotel on Friday and the game was to be on a Saturday. We were so eager looking forward to going to the game. Well, bad luck set in. There was a torrential rain and the game was rained out. So we didn't get to see a Major League game.
Well, what did we d with out time? We stayed at the Miami Hotel at the corner of 10th and Grand Streets. Saturday we just loafed at our hotel, ate hamburgers, and enjoyed the sights. Kids didn't have much trouble to find things to do. I think the hotel had us on a seventh floor and we liked to have worn the elevators out riding up and down.
I had never been in the big city before and never had stayed in a hotel. I remember we looked out our windows and watched the electric city buses and watched people get on and depart the bus. I remember the long poles that connected the electric lines. Sometimes they jumped the wire and the driver had a long pole that he used to put the wires in place.
Sunday morning some slept late but five or six of us got to attend Sunday church at Third Avenue Baptist Church which was reworking their sanctuary so it was held at the Missouri Theater. My what a palace the theater was. Most of us had never been in such an elegant palace-like room. I somehow remember the preacher's name. It was C. Oscar Johnson. Mr. Harris Meacham is the one who picked us up.
On Sunday evening we took our bus to see the St. Louis Zoo. It was a huge place and we were tired out.
We missed our ball game but we got to know one another better than we had ever known. This was a short trip that meant so much to my life.
Our school, Childress, was good to trust us and we all had a good time.