Skipping Between The Raindrops: A Memoir

The Down And Dirty Work In The Fields

The Miscellaneous Memories Of Childhood

Brotherly Love - My Hero And My Cohort In Crime

The Games We Played Down On The Farm

The Games We Played In Town

The Game Of Life – Bridge

Hooked On Smokin’

The Social Graces And Gatherings Of The Time

The Radio Waves Saved The Days And Nights

In Good Times And Bad Fostering The Ties That Bind

The Etiquette Of Making Social Calls

Summer Fun - Concerts, Movies & Hixson’s Pond

Part II - My Grade School Debut

Learning The Ropes

Rules To Live By

Grades 2, 3, And Wonderful 4

Final Year Of Grade School

Meandering Home

School Happenings

Playtime

The Most Popular Game in School – Marbles

The End Of Grade School

Part III - My Junior High School Promotion

Onward And Upward

Skipping The 7th Grade

New Friends

My 8th Grade Shenanigans

Holiday Festivities Through The Years

Part IV - Grand Finale - My High School Years

My Exciting Summers

The Party Line

Summer Music Camp

Church Activities

I Cross The Divide - Trego Community High School

Good Teachers

Physical Education?

Varsity Sports

Intramural Activities

My Best Friend

A No Show

Crazy Escapades

A Beautiful Winter’s Day

Odds and Ends

How Can This Be?

The Smoking Saga Continues

Throw In A Little Beer Miller? High Life?

Making Music

My Sis, Dianne

Remember Jathon, Call Me Thandy Ott?

Back To Tennis

Our Exciting Senior Sneak

The End Of High School

Onto The Next Life Adventures

Epilogue

Catastrophic Events

Bonus Sections

Quirky Dictation Bloopers - My Tribute To Technology!

Old-Timey Jokes And Cheers

Autographs From My Classmates

Recipes From The Homestead

Order Forms

Be On The Lookout

Why Not Share Your Story?

Author Biography

Prologue

Let Me Introduce Myself

Hi there! Let me introduce myself. My name is Judy Rinker (alias JARinker).

Through the years it has been my practice to keep a journal with the dream of someday writing a book. In 1974, I sat down and began to organize my notes. This proved to be a very short term project as life got in the way. Thirty-two years later in 2006, after retiring from operating Harambe Oaks guest ranch in Fischer, Texas, I finally typed my notes into a computer and printed what I had compiled up to that time.

Then I became involved in Fischer and Canyon Lake community activities, and the memoir project got buried once again. Due to the Covid-19 Pandemic of 2020, I have been compelled to stay at home. This meant no bridge playing, no eating out, no shopping, no visiting, and no parties to organize or to host on the patio and deck. Rather than sitting around crying about the injustice of the pandemic, I have unearthed my memoir notes, and 46 years later I am finally achieving my dream of writing and publishing my youthful anecdotes. This has all been accomplished by G.O.I.P.! (Growing Old In Place!)

Why the title Skipping Between The Raindrops? From my Western Kansas roots, I believe I have led a Cinderella life. Who would’ve thunk it? Along the way, I developed a passion for traveling, although our family almost never took a vacation. Until I was seventeen I had only been to Colorado twice and once to the Black Hills of South Dakota. As a teacher I was free during the summers, as a result, I have skipped between the raindrops in all fifty states, a hundred countries (more or less), all seven continents, and sailed the seven seas. I have been gainfully employed in Alaska, Iowa, Utah, California, New York, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Kansas, Texas and Israel.

I have skied in Utah, Massachusetts, California, and the Alps in Switzerland; I’ve ridden camels in Egypt; safaried in Africa; viewed the Shah’s jewels in Iran; sipped tea with a champion Sumo wrestler in Japan; hot-air ballooned in Australia; viewed the Taj Mahal in India up close and personal; talked with penguins at the South Pole; preached a sermon in the Chapel at Yosemite National Park; led singing on a cruise ship bound for Alaska; floated down the Rhine River in Germany; hiked the wild trails in Ireland and canoed the clear lakes of the Quetico in Canada. I have been to seven Olympics on four continents and traveled around the world twice. Some of these adventures were solo and some were shared with friends, each contributing to my fantastic journey of Skipping Between The Raindrops and making new friends around the world.

My Zodiac sign is Aquarius and the description suits me to a T. Ruled by the planet Uranus, Aquarians are unusual and different. Although likely to be misunderstood by others, they are usually ahead of others in thought and action. Uranus is electrical, magnetic, sensational and extraordinary and has an undue influence on Aquarians. They achieve what others deem impossible even though they are not always correct in judging practical matters. Their success depends upon friendships. A friend recently described me as a People Collector. Well, yes, actually isn’t that what Aquarians do - create friendships?

This book shares the tales, anecdotes and memories, as far as I can recollect, about becoming a confident young woman desiring to explore the people and places of the world. The lessons that I learned living on a Kansas wheat farm gave me the wisdom to choose among all the various opportunities presented to me and empowered me to lead a charmed life. My independent self was nurtured by a number of factors: parents who were educated and concerned about my well-being, entertainment which was to a great degree self-created, chores which had to be done (and done well) and a mind filled with curiosity. All these influences provided a firm foundation and enabled me to pursue a higher education, to risk venturing into new experiences and to accomplish most of my lifelong passions and goals.

Part I

From Whence I Came

Down On The Farm

I was raised on a farm five miles east of WaKeeney, Kansas. It’s a community located in Western Kansas along US-40, now Interstate 70, halfway between Denver and Kansas City. Named for its founders Albert Warren and James Keeney in 1879, it was typical of small town America in the mid-Twentieth Century.

The Bonds Of Family

The Family

My immediate family consisted of my Dad, Mother, two siblings and myself. My Dad’s name was Frank Bryan Rinker and my Mother's name was Hermena Virginia Rinker. My brother Franklin Eugene (named after President Franklin D. Roosevelt) was three and one-half years older than I and my sister Dianne is six and one-half years younger than I. Please note I’m not disclosing my age. Ha! Also please note that my brother had a middle name but neither my sister nor I were given one. I always found that an interesting little factoid.

My brother, Gene, notably appears as a supporting character in a number of my antics. This narrative of my young life rarely mentions my sister, Dianne, as she was far enough behind me in age that our lives seldom intertwined - sad, but true.

My Dad Frank My Mom Hermena

Mom & Dad

Best Pals - Gene & Judy

The Family of Four The Family of Five

Me, Myself and I – Judy

My Brother Gene

My Sis Dianne

My Dad

My Dad was born on the homestead where I grew up. He graduated from high school in WaKeeney and then attended the University of Kansas in Lawrence. During his freshman year of college, he joined the army (1917-1918), served several months during World War I, but never left the United States. He then returned home to the farm.

Upon the death of his parents the land was divided equally among the siblings. Dad began to farm his share along with two of his sisters’ shares and some nearby acreage which he purchased. I never thought of our family as being rich or poor; we were just doing the best we could. Dad practiced the philosophy of never wasting any money. This viewpoint contributed to his accomplishment in becoming a successful farmer even during the Depression and the Dust Bowl days of the 1930’s.

My Mom

Mother was born in Bushong in eastern Kansas with its rolling hills, picturesque rock walls and a plethora of greenery. After graduating from Emporia State Teachers College, Mother rode the train out to WaKeeney to begin a new life on the flatland prairies of Western Kansas. I imagine the stark, treeless and flat Western Kansas landscape took her by surprise. She taught English, speech and drama in Trego Community High School. During her several years of teaching, she met Dad, married and settled down to the life of a full-time farmer’s wife. She never taught school again although my brother Gene, my sister Dianne and I were her star pupils for many years to come.

When my Mother was very young, her father was killed by a ricochet gunshot and her mother took in sewing to make ends meet. Upon graduation from high school, both my Mother and her sister, Edith, taught for a time in country grade schools. This enabled both of them, as well as their brother, Ira, to attend college - a unique occurrence in the early to mid-1920’s.

The Relatives

Almost all of my parents' relatives lived elsewhere, so we seldom saw them. The relatives we did see were Dad’s half-brother Roy, who farmed the property next to us, his half-brother Harry who lived in WaKeeney, his sister, Blanche, who lived in the area and my Mother’s mother, who lived in eastern Kansas.

The Homestead

The House In The Dust Bowl Days

As a care-free, wild child romping in the fields surrounding the homestead, I vaguely remember the disastrous Dust Bowl days of the mid-1930’s. At that time, our house was a wooden structure, so particles oozed in from the dust stirred up by the traffic on the unpaved road and from the dirt plowed up by Dad from the land on three sides of our house. I do remember as a baby, Mother putting a wet washcloth over my face while I was in bed so I could breathe. I have pictures of Gene and me playing on mounds of dirt three to four feet high as if they were snow banks. Later, when I was a little older, I can remember a dust storm rolling in. We were in town shopping, and in order to get across the street to our parked car, a number of people had to form a human chain.

This Old House

The New Home with Hammock Trees

After the Dust Bowl years, when I was around three to five years old, we moved to town while Dad converted our wood house to brick. At first, we lived in a small rented house close enough to the grade school so that Gene could walk to school. When that house