Dennis Schulte:
CLASS OF 1964
Bishop Armstrong High SchoolClass of 1964
Sacramento, CA
Saint Patrick SchoolClass of 1960
Sacramento, CA
Dennis's Story
dennyschulte sbcglobal.net I was born just before the war ended. The second world war that is. The summer of 1945, July 25th. That was my grandfather¿s birthday also. Different year of course. But I don¿t remember any of that or of anything else that happened for the first 24 months of my life in San Francisco. I guess the first thing I remember is bubble gum and chicken heads. Funny how most things at that age slip away but some things stick. Mom and Dad had moved to Sacramento from San Francisco to settle down and start a new life with kids. Mom had some cousins in Sacramento and with their help found a place to live. It was a small two room cabin with a 2 foot by 3 foot mirror on one wall as I remember. I recall this because it was the first time mom tried to teach me how to blow a bubble with gum. It was a huge bubble! So big that when it popped the gum covered her face and stuck to her hair. I can remember her standing in front of that mirror picking gum out of her dark brown hair. The cabin was down the street from Cousin Dorothy¿s house on Wallace Avenue and next door to a place that had a big chicken pen in the back yard. Th...Expand for more
ere were not any yard fences back then so you could see every where. I remember mom going next door and getting one of the chickens from the man who lived there. She was going to have a chicken dinner for Dad that Sunday. It was then she showed me how her father had taught her to kill and dress out a bird for a fine meal. You have too remember, people back then had little money and found the cheapest way to survive. So having no ax she took the broom from the cabin that she used to sweep the floor and held the chicken by its feet as she placed it¿s head on the ground. It was then that she placed the broom handle across the bird¿s neck and then stood on the broom handle. With one foot on each side of the chicken¿s head standing on the handle she began to pull on the birds feet until it¿s head popped off. That is when the chicken dance started. She laid the bird down on the ground and let it jump around and flap its wings until it could no longer remember it was once alive. Then it was dunked into a pot of hot water and off came the feathers. I don¿t remember eating him but I do recall feasting on many of his brothers as I was growing up.
Register for Free to view all details!
Yearbooks
Register for Free to view all yearbooks!
Reunions
Photos
Register for Free to view all photos!