Barry Moskowitz:
CLASS OF 1975
Smithtown High School WestClass of 1975
Smithtown, NY
Smithtown High SchoolClass of 1975
Smithtown, NY
Smithtown High School EastClass of 1975
Smithtown, NY
Great Hollow Middle SchoolClass of 1972
Nesconset, NY
Mt. Pleasant Elementary SchoolClass of 1969
Smithtown, NY
Barry's Story
Military
Did three tours in Cub Scouts. Pack 363/den 7. First year earned Rooster badge, I think. First year was a little fuzzy. Hiking, rock collecting, and learning to tie knots. So many knots. Seven silver arrow heads, five gold.
Second year, twelve achievments earned me my Wolf. Long hikes with full rock collection gear. Could pitch and drop a tent in three grouling hours. Pasted many little things onto larger things and covered with sparkles, all in the name of Akela. Learned to tie many more knots. My God, the knots were all around me.
Picked up eight silver, and 4 gold arrow heads.
Third year. The Bears. Marching with twenty five pounds of rocks, tent, and sackel of sparkly pasted things, seperated the men from the boys. Pressure mounted from all sides. Knots.Knots.Knots. Too many knots.Must learn more knots. Earned arrow heads perhaps, don't remember. Was too hard to think. Beginning to see knots that weren't there.
I believe I snapped on that cold and rainy night, pitching tent in Mrs. Baums backyard. The sky was angry that night my frend. A howling gale from the nor'east. Steve and Johnny raising the main pole, the rest of...Expand for more
the boys on stakes. We were almost home free, the only detail left was for me to climb high upon the milk crate, and tie off the mast line. Higher and higher I climbed, the rope clenched in my teeth. Rain beat againt my face like so many fists from Hell. The pain. I reached up and threw the line over reciever slot and pulled both ends together. The wind screamed. A line squall hit us from the east. Must tie off. Was it the reversed half hitch, or the tucked double overhand. Johnny screamed,"We're loosing her man, tie it off. For the sake of all that is Holy, tie off" But it was too late. The mast toppled and struck Steve on the head. Every boy stood around Steves body, Johnny holding Steves head, turned and quietly mumbled,"sub-dermal hematoma."
The rest off the night is just a blurry memory to me. I quit the scouts and lived the life of a recluse for quite a long time, wearing slip on shoes and bathing suits with elastic waist bands. I'm ok now, but I must admit, every now and then on cold rainy nights I can still hear a voice from the woods crying, "Flemish eight buntline knot boy, Flemish eight buntline."
Ektelo Sas Arista, baby.
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