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Picture: 1908, Eva A. Hill Lute, age 8, and Esther Hill Haney, age 5
Salt block house is located where Gloria and Garry Lute reside currently on Goshen Valley Road.
The salt block house is located where Gloria and Garry Lute reside currently on Goshen Valley Rd.
Esther said there were many of these houses in Goshen then.
The Hill girls on their pony “Billy”.
Garry Lute Sr. and possibly David Lute
Garry Lute Sr. (the younger child) and another older child who is possibly David Lute. This one was taken around 52 or 53. In this picture you can get a good view of the houses in the background. Notice the hole in the porch right below where the kids are sitting.
Earl F. Lute, son of Henry Lute and Eva Hill Lute. They young lad he is holding is Garry Lute
Earl F. Lute, son of Henry Lute and Eva Hill Lute. The young lad he is holding is Garry Lute. The picture was taken around 1952. They are sitting on the front porch of Isaac Hill’s house. The rooftop in the background should be the top of Fuzzy Carlisle’s old house.
Submitted by: Garry Lute, Jr.
1st and 2nd Basketball teams at Goshen in 1950, taken in gym.
L to R Front – Tom Krocker, Larry Gibbs, Dave Hanlon, Harold Lute, Russ Hobart, Dick Leggett and Charles Grinstead.
L to R Back – Lorell Bowers (coach), John Wallace, Bob Moore, Earl Walton, Frank Davis, Eddie Krocker, Eddie Warner and Warner Maurer.
Goshen 5th, 6th, 7th and 8th-graders taken in the Goshen gym in 1950
L-R-Front _ Russell Hobart, Warner Maurer, Dave Hanlon, Larry Gibbs, Dick Leggett, Harold Lute and Eddie Warner.
2nd-Row L-R _ Nancy Wallace, Sally Edwards, Phyllis Reynolds, Anna Davis, Lois Oppy, Marge Carlisle, Sandra Kohler, Shelby Meldrum and Peggy Torgler.
3rd Row L-R _ Mary Moore, John Wallace, Bob Moore, Frank Davis, Earl Walton, Eddie Krocker, Lou Ann Briggs and teacher Lorell D. Bowers.
1948 Goshen School 1st through 4th grades
Front row, kneeling, l to r – William Wallace, Tom Krocker, Jim Hobart, Jackie Wolfe, Jack Hobart, Don Hanlon and Harold Lute.
Second row, l to r – Dorothy Endsley, ??? Gribble, Bernice Edwards, Bob Cookson, Phyllis Reynolds, Nancy Hobart, Linda Carlisle, Thelma Lute, Jimmy Maurer.
Third row, l to r – Dorothy Garrett (substitute teacher), Larry Gibbs, Jasper Reynolds, Sandy Kohler, Kathy Oppy, Charlene Swaldo, Cindy Kohler, Bonnie Hobart, Sally Edwards.
Fourth row, l to r – Peggy Torgler, Dick Leggett, Nancy Wallace, Dave Walton, Russ Hobart, Shelby Meldrum, Dave Hanlon.
Regular teacher was Mrs. Moreland.
Stories from Bob Cookson
Bob Cookson recently shared a couple of stories from his younger days in Goshen. He is currently 70 years young and resides in Wilmington, North Carolina. He told about his days attending the Goshen School and these are his words:
I started first grade at the Goshen School and spent 8 years there. When I started, the “outhouses” were at the end of the driveway behind the school, next to the Leggett property. I remember inside plumbing coming to Goshen but I don’t remember what year. If you went in the left hand set of doors if you were facing the school, at the bottom of the basement steps on the left was the electrical panel and that is where the janitor had a switch to ring the bell for all events. In that same little area was the old hand pump for water. When the restrooms were installed, we also got an electric pump and water fountains. Up town! We even had a shower in the restrooms.
Originally as I recall there was a stage in the gym on the top floor on the left side facing the front of the school from the 416 side. I remember Hupp Music Store putting on a show there with a goup of students playing “Hawaiian Guiltars.” I think Harold Lute played in that performance. Last I heard Harold was still Mayor of Roswell. (He recently resigned that position after many years.) Also, our school plays were performed there. Later the stage came out and we used the gym.
During my 7th and 8th grades, the stage end of the gym was turned into a classroom. Mr. Bowers was the principal and taught 7th and 8th grade. When I first started school at Goshen, Stoggie Rausch was the janitor. Later on Mr. Brennan became the janitor. The only two cooks I remember were Silvia Johnson and Mrs. Hibbs. Basketball coaches I remember were Bill Anderson and Woody Richardson, who was also our mail carrier. Woody’s sons Billy and Eddie attended school there.
We had trouble with the milk vanishing from the cooler in the basement at one time. There were a group of rascals that figured out if you removed the coal cover on the coal cellar (in the back of the school) and slipped in you could enjoy a free milk. Don’t think the school ever figured it out but they did lock the cooler.
We used to always sit on the steps in front of the school and each of us would pick a brand of car and we would count how many went by. We were easily entertained.
At lunch during the summer there was always a softball game. Mr. Bowers would pitch for both sides and of course, he pitched according to the hitter’s ability. In the winter it was basketball.
Mr. Bowers bought one of the early ’55 Chevy V8’s and took a group of us for a ride at lunch time down to Helen Rolli’s tavern and back. V8Chevy was hot in those days! Each year at the end of basketball season, Mr. Bowers would put on a dinner for the school. We did pray before those meals and we did say the pledge each morning before class. I don’t remember anyone being seriously injured as a result. I remember when Lucille Reynolds got Polio and we all got our sugar cube.
I remember once when the flag rope broke, Mr. Bowers had Harold Lute climb the flag pole and put a new rope through the pulley at the top. Today they would probably sue you for even thinking such a thought.
Growing up in Goshen was a great life with great people.
Bob says that he and Russ Hobart were “terrors” during Halloween when they were young. ” I think Tom Brokaw liked to chase us as much as we enjoyed soaping his windows,” Bob said.
He also told of the time he and Russ were “picking on” Waldon Leggett.
“Waldon came out the back door and Russ and I ran across his back yard toward Helen Rolli’s Hill. Almost at the end of Waldon’s yard, there is this dip in the ground and I leaped over it but didn’t make it. I’m falling, falling, falling so I threw my arms out and caught myself but I am in a well or something… Turns out it is was their septic tank. I smelled really good when I got out of there and hauled tail right to the old sulfer creek and tried my darndest to wash that mess off my pant legs. Of course, Russ could not wait to spread the word next day at school.”
Union Salve – A Goshen Original
This photo was provided by Amber Lute Hobart. Amber’s Grandmother, Eva Lute, made this one at her home.