Warren Smith:  "This one shows three nefarious characters and an ass (you choose which is which!).  The only one I recognize is my dad -- he's the one with the wheelbarrow.  I'm not sure what they did wrong, but their penance is surely the result of some joke among the Parkland Business Association members."

"This one is of the Roundup Dance that, at least in the early years, was held at the gas station.  That’s my cousin Ken in wandering off to the left and my uncle Fritz facing the camera and dancing with the unknown babe.  Believe it or not, the console radio/phono in the background is what they used for music.  Must have been late in the evening, because the dances used to be jammed.  Also, that’s my grandparent’s house behind the station.  The corner of 112^th and Pacific used to be known as “Beitz Corner” – my grandparent’s name.  Check out what’s there these days!!!"

I remember way back – must have been some time in the early 50s -- when my cousin and I helped with the building of the Rodeo Grounds (on land that is now part of Sprinker Park near Spanaway Lake).  I must have been all of 5 or 6.  We had to put creosote on the logs that were used for fence posts and I got the stuff all over myself.  It was one of Parkland’s rare 80 degree days, and the creosote started burning my skin.  I was fried, and my mother put calamine lotion all over me.  Amazing what you remember after 50+ years.