<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37857208</id><updated>2024-09-11T13:54:09.043-06:00</updated><category term="High School Memories"/><category term="40 to 50&#39;s Graduates"/><category term="Bulldog Baseball"/><category term="Friday Night Lights."/><category term="Norm Barnes &#39;53"/><title type='text'>Hometown News</title><subtitle type='html'>Borger is my hometown and it’s yours. We grew up here with family and friends. So, no matter where we live today, we’ve inherited the right to be heard. So go ahead and express yourself about your concerns, lost ones, dreams, memories, smiles, laughter, family, children, grandchildren, and future. Whatever you write will be posted as long as it’s not immoral or illegal. This democratic forum is for open minds who care about their hometown. Send articles to hometownnews@goodkindthings.com.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Glenn Baxter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633564183437966046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37857208.post-865850825617075799</id><published>2007-01-20T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:08:28.454-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday Night Lights."/><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights.</title><content type='html'>Remember all those Borger Bulldog Football games. Here&#39;s you chance to share your Friday Night memories. Just post your comments where others can read them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/feeds/865850825617075799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/37857208/865850825617075799?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/865850825617075799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/865850825617075799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday Night Lights.'/><author><name>Glenn Baxter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633564183437966046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37857208.post-709253257803067539</id><published>2007-01-20T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:57:54.697-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="40 to 50&#39;s Graduates"/><title type='text'>Any 40 to 50&#39;s Graduates out there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Received this e-mail from Sam Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Glenn,   Have you heard anything from anyone  graduating in the forties?  I finished in 1946  and remember that Bobby of the LIndsey furniture  store people was in my class. He married  Jo Carol Birch  who worked for me at the state old age assistant  office  next door to the snack shack  across the street from the Post office.  My mother worked for  J C Penney  around the corner and we had coffee and a string one at the snack shack every day around 1951.   About that same time  I was the life guard for Firman Haynie at the old Huber pool.   I hope you hear  from some other old timers     I will enjoy hearing from anyone.  -Sam  Thompson&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/feeds/709253257803067539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/37857208/709253257803067539?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/709253257803067539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/709253257803067539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/2007/01/any-40-to-50s-graduates-out-there.html' title='Any 40 to 50&#39;s Graduates out there?'/><author><name>Glenn Baxter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633564183437966046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37857208.post-3650871101042898501</id><published>2007-01-12T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:01:01.922-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bulldog Baseball"/><title type='text'>Huber Park Baseball Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s reported on the front page of the News-Herald that the local Booster Club is working with the city to do a makeover on the Bulldog Baseball stadium. Assistance fire chief Bob Watson is taking the lead to getting the roof on the Grandstand replaced. The city will be purchasing the materials. I remember my Dad taking me there to see the Oilers play and seeing men who climbed the light post to look over the fence and see the games. Borgans have many memories on this landmark. Please share them by making comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read comments from Mike Harrington and add yours!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3650871101042898501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/37857208/3650871101042898501?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/3650871101042898501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/3650871101042898501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/2007/01/huber-park-baseball-field_12.html' title='Huber Park Baseball Field'/><author><name>Glenn Baxter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633564183437966046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37857208.post-3842011703069421294</id><published>2007-01-11T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:23:21.612-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Norm Barnes &#39;53"/><title type='text'>Norm Barnes-Class &#39;53</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Hi Glenn&lt;br /&gt;I lived in Borger from 1944 till 1953, well we actually lived at 353 Philrich Branch in Bunavista. Back then Borger was a busy place. The Ratliff family lived a few doors down. Their son Ed was a good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;My folks divorced in 1945 and my mom dragged my two sisters and me off to California. San Francisco to be exact. I hated the place and finally in 1947 I asked my dad if I could come and live with him back in Borger. I couldn&#39;t wait to get back to my friends but sadly the old saying once you leave you can never go back. The kids I knew were like strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Mercer was the only one I could relate to we did everything together. Jimmy’s goal in life was to be a Marine like his dad.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly Jimmy died in a swimming accident, when I went to Jimmy’s funeral I told him I would take his place and joined the Marines after graduation. Jimmy was with me in memory all through 4 years in the Corps. I worked hard and was promoted meritoriously twice once to Corporal and once to Sgt. I left the corps with the rank of S/Sgt. I didn&#39;t let Jim down.&lt;br /&gt;Norm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Wish for You in 2007: May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills. May love stick to your face like super glue and may laughter assault your lips! May your clothes smell of success and may happiness slap you across the face so that your tears be that of joy. May the problems you had in the past, forget your home address! In simple words ...........May 2007 be the best year of your life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3842011703069421294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/37857208/3842011703069421294?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/3842011703069421294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/3842011703069421294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/2007/01/norm-barnes-class-53.html' title='Norm Barnes-Class &#39;53'/><author><name>Glenn Baxter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633564183437966046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37857208.post-9211653377471807960</id><published>2007-01-09T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T15:48:15.077-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School Memories"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Frieda Pickett contacted me and asked to place my memory of Coach Mayfield in her book GROWING UP IN BORGER. Here is the Table of Contents. Just reading through it brings up many memories. If something listed jogs your memory, share it with others by making comments. I could write a book on Mrs. Smock and her class. Purple memories!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing Up in Borger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Memories from people who grew up in Borger, TX during the 1950’s and 1960’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Table of Contents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;PART ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Reunions&lt;br /&gt;1. History of Borger&lt;br /&gt;2. Education in Borger:&lt;br /&gt;a. East Ward, West Ward Weatherly, Central Elementary&lt;br /&gt;b. Junior high education&lt;br /&gt;c. Borger high school&lt;br /&gt;3. Teachers we had (Mrs. Smock, Mrs. Vogel, Others)&lt;br /&gt;4. Commerce in Borger&lt;br /&gt;d. Barney’s pharmacy&lt;br /&gt;e. Snack shack&lt;br /&gt;f. Big Hearts&lt;br /&gt;g. Café’s in Borger&lt;br /&gt;h. Davis Chevrolet&lt;br /&gt;i. Jim’s grocery&lt;br /&gt;j. Lindsey’s furniture&lt;br /&gt;k. Phillips 66 Station&lt;br /&gt;l. Phillips Petroleum and Carbon Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART TWO – PEOPLE &amp;amp; PLACES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Walking Horse&lt;br /&gt;6. Teen Town, American Legion Hall Club Dances&lt;br /&gt;7. Post’s Drive Inn, and the others&lt;br /&gt;8. Sutphen’s BarBQ and the others&lt;br /&gt;9. Movie theaters&lt;br /&gt;10. Buna Vista Apartments&lt;br /&gt;11. Huber Camp&lt;br /&gt;12. Borger Gassers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART THREE– SPECIAL MEMORIES AND GRADUATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You know you’re from Borger…&lt;br /&gt;14. The Big Snow&lt;br /&gt;15. BurmaShave Signs&lt;br /&gt;16. 9 foot rattlesnake&lt;br /&gt;17. Roy Orbison comes to Borger&lt;br /&gt;18. The day it rained mudballs&lt;br /&gt;19. Do You remember….?&lt;br /&gt;20. People remembered&lt;br /&gt;21. Borger Wildfires&lt;br /&gt;22. Where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;23. Deceased list of graduates&lt;br /&gt;Getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/feeds/9211653377471807960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/37857208/9211653377471807960?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/9211653377471807960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/9211653377471807960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/2007/01/frieda-pickett-contacted-me-and-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn Baxter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633564183437966046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37857208.post-6230709044009054282</id><published>2006-12-30T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:33:45.787-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School Memories"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;REMEMBERING GENE MAYFIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It was 1963 when I graduated from Borger High School as a shy young man. I remember Gene Mayfield, the mild mannered coach of the Borger Bulldogs football team. In my mind he fit the mold of a Tom Landry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Mayfield was a quiet man. A man of integrity. He didn’t need to lie, curse or brag to be a winner. He was a straight shooter who inspired a team of young men to be Class 4-A State Finalists. In my Borgan Annual he wrote, &quot;outside of being tardy, I hardly knew you were in Study Hall. Seems like you were always busy. Come to think of it I was tardy about as much as you. Best wishes for Happiness. Coach Mayfield.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;He probably never knew how his presence inspired a student in his study hall class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I would thank Coach Mayfield today for the example he set for me and others. The shy kid with sweaty palms and shaky knees in front of a high school speech class grew up. Today, I’m seldom tardy and have learned to be outspoken in my convictions and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Throughout my life there have been other Coach Mayfields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I recall a private meeting with Trammell Crow dealing with a corporate brochure we were producing. I asked him how he would describe his company in one sentence. He replied, &quot;Son, we are nothing but a back woods Camelot.&quot; Mr. Crow was referring to &quot;Camelot&quot; as related to John Kennedy. Funny thing was that few people knew about Trammell Crow at that time, The Trammell Crow Company owned more real estate property worldwide than any other developer. Trammel Crow was a quiet man like Coach Mayfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I’ll never forget the embarrassing moment in a board room trying to present a multimedia slide presentation. We had convinced our client, Justin Industries to purchase a new $3,000 projector. My staff spent months producing this presentation to meet a deadline for stock analyst in New York City. We made a practice run by playing the presentation before hand in our offices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We set up the presentation in the client&#39;s board room. John Justin (Chairman of the Board) and 4 other corporate officers entered the room and took their positions at the table. I pressed the play button and nothing happened. When I looked at the expressions on faces surrounding me, I regressed to the kid with the sweaty hands and shaky knees. The President’s temper was going ballistic. Mr. Justin calmly got out of his chair walked down the length of the table where I was standing and simply said &quot;Just call and have a technician come here to fix the projector.&quot; Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A proud memento I have today is an ad with a headline, &quot;What Winners Wear&quot;. John Justin is sitting in a chair wearing a cowboy hat and Justin Boots. Surrounding him are George Strait, Randy White, Jim Shoulders, Dale Earnhart, and Nolan Ryan…all wearing Justin Boots. The ad is signed, &quot;To my friend Glenn. Best regards. John Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;John Justin has passed on. He was a man like Coach Mayfield and Trammell Crow. They were all straight shooters. Their successes came from inspiring others around them through examples of honesty and integrity. Each one of them were winners leading winning teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6230709044009054282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/37857208/6230709044009054282?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/6230709044009054282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37857208/posts/default/6230709044009054282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borgertexas.blogspot.com/2006/12/remembering-gene-mayfield.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn Baxter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633564183437966046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>