Cape Central Tigers vs Sikeston Bulldogs

It’s been more than 40 years since I last shot a Central High School football game. Maybe I should have passed on this one. According to news stories I’ve been reading, Cape and the Sikeston Bulldogs were undefeated for the season.

If I had to put bookends on the evening, the shot of a Tiger being consoled after the game would be at the back end and this shot of a Bulldog scoring the first touchdown would go on the front end. The Bulldogs scored in less than a minute, ending up with a 21-0 win.

Sikeston’s first touchdown

When I first started shooting sports, I was told a good photo was one that showed the ball, the player’s number, his face and action. Oh, yes, and it should be sharp unless you were trying for an arty effect.

You’re going to see a bunch of action shots here that bend that rule severely. I didn’t have any long lenses with me, so I was limited in what I could get. I decided to put in some of the marginal shots because (a) it doesn’t cost me anything and (b) somebody might recognize themselves.

Unpleasant flashback as the clock counted down

When I was shooting the final moments of the game, I had a scary flashback to a high school basketball game I shot in a small Ohio town. The game seesawed back and forth all evening. When the winning goal was shot at the buzzer, the losing cheerleaders started crying. Some of the fan objected to me taking pictures of that. I looked over at a local cop for support; he shook his head and said, “If they come after you, I’m out of here.”

A touch of class

Missourian photographer Laura Simon captured Cape Central defenders Rodney Reynolds and Devin Rowett helping Sikeston running back Darryl Howard get back on his feet in the fourth quarter. I missed seeing it, but I’m glad it happened. That’s the kind of sportsmanship you don’t see often these days. I’ve covered high school games where the coach berated a player for doing something like that.

I was touched, too, when I saw several players not only shake hands with their opponents after the game, but embrace each other.

The Jungle was full of Tiger spirit

I always enjoyed shooting the crowd more than the game. One Friday night in southern Ohio, I shot the best football game of my career. It had all the elements: enthusiastic fans, raving coaches, a kid who set a record in about every category you could think, winning cheerleaders, losing cheerleaders, a great photo of two opponents shaking hands at the end, and the losing team leaving the field.

Ohio football crowds

As it turned out, the sports editor ran a pedestrian action shot. On Monday morning, the published called me in to complain about our lackluster sports coverage of late. It gave me great pleasure to hand him the sheaf of photos I had taken at that game.

Did you hear her bell?

I was amused at the idea of the tiny bells being part of a band performance at a football stadium. (If those aren’t bells, I apologize. I know less about music than I do about football.)

Photo gallery from Cape vs. Sikeston

The gallery is in chronological order, from pre-game, game, half time, more action, then game end. Click on any image to make it larger, then click on the left or right side of the photo to move through the gallery.

I wouldn’t waste a lot of time on the game action photos unless you’re looking for someone you know. I didn’t have the lenses to zero in on the action, it’s been over 40 years since I shot Central High School football and close to 20 years since I shot any kind of football.

 

Football Ghosts at Houck Stadium

If I can get in, I’m going to cover my first Central High School game in about four decades. When I asked Missourian photographer Fred Lynch what kind of credentials you need to get on the sidelines or if could I just talk my way in, he said it was pretty casual.

Don’t bother talking. Just head for the 30-yard line with a bigger lens than the high school kids use. You use a monopod? That makes you look like a pro. But I am sure that you carry yourself like a pro. No one will know you are retired.

Impersonating a photographer

If you don’t see anything here for a couple of days, you can assume that I’ve been busted for impersonating a photographer.

Football ghosts

I haven’t scanned many sports negatives because I have a problem figuring out which teams are in the photos. Most schools didn’t have team names or logos on their uniforms in those days. I’m only assuming these photos were taken at Central High School games.

If you click on the photo above to make it larger, you can see the ghostly images of football players hovering over the play. Number 24, in particular, shows up right above the quarterback.

The photographer was sloppy

I’d love to make up some scary story appropriate to the Halloween season, but there is a simple, technical explanation: the photographer was sloppy.

The photo was taken with a 4×5 Crown Graphic camera that used 4-inch by 5-inch sheets of film in a film holder or carrier.

When you went to take the first picture, you would insert the film carrier into the camera and pull a slide that protected the film from light when it was out of the camera. After taking the photo, you would replace the slide, remove the film holder and reverse it so the unexposed film was facing the lens. You would “pull the slide,” make the exposure, replace the slide, remove the holder and set it aside.

Sounds confusing, right? It was.

Lots of things could go wrong

  • You could forget to pull the slide, so the film was never exposed
  • You could forget to replace the slide, so the film would be ruined when it came out of the camera
  • You could forget to flip the folder, so the photos would be double exposed with more than one image on the film (which is what happened above).
  • You could grab a holder than had been used, which would result in a double (or more) exposure.

Four sheets of film, five flashbulbs

Film was expensive, so it was common to be sent to cover a football game with four sheets of film and five flashbulbs (the extra bulb was in case you forgot to pull the slide, see above). You learned to make every shot count.

Flash bulbs, cold weather and static electricity were a bad mix. You usually carried the flash bulbs in your pants pocket. On a cold night, static electricity could create a spark that would ignite a bulb in your pocket. If ONE bulb went off, they’d ALL go off. Flashbulbs put out a LOT of heat.

If you ever saw me jumping and thrashing around on the sidelines, I wasn’t trying out a new dance step. There was a fiery furnace raging in my pants pocket.

66 or 67 Central High School football team

Cape Central High Top 10 List

In all the excitement over Mother’s Birthday Season, I almost missed the first birthday of this website.

The first posting, on Oct. 20, 2009, contained photographs of the Bill Emerson Memorial Bridge to test whether I liked the web template (I didn’t). If the picture is familiar, it’s because it went on to be one of the two header photos.

I envisioned the site as someplace I could “park” photos while I scanned them. I never dreamed that anyone would actually want to see this stuff, let alone read my ramblings. When I saw that random postings were acquiring a following, I started doing nearly daily updates starting at the end of November of last year.

Top Ten List

Here is a list of the ten most read stories, from top down. Click on the link to go to the story.

  1. Rush Limbaugh and Koran-burning Preacher Terry Jones were in same class
  2. This summer’s CHS Reunion, Day 1
  3. The Boat House
  4. Bill Jackson’s transition to Jacqie
  5. Cape’s New Water Park
  6. Radioactive teenage girls
  7. The last night of this summer’s CHS Reunion
  8. Dancing in the bank parking lot
  9. 1966 aerial photos of Southeast Missouri University
  10. Tour of the old Central High school

More visitors than Cape residents

I ran a Google Analytics report on our first year. The site has had 35,851 unique visitors. That’s more people than were counted in Cape Girardeau in the 2000 Census (35,349). I’ve written 239 posts in 365 days and you folks have left 2,605 comments. That’s an extraordinary amount of interaction, and I thank you for it.

Visitors have come from all 50 states and a total of 115 countries or territories. They’ve looked at 177,471 pages

192,454 words

I’ve written about 192,454 words, and you readers have left about 134,596 words of comments. If we’d have been that prolific when we were writing term papers, we’d have earned A-grades from Miss Sadler. (Well, she might have marked us down a grade point for spelling and grammar.)

2,269 photos

Let’s face it, it ain’t my writing that makes this site unique, it’s the photos.

The site has published 2,269 photos, some of which I’m proud; others probably should have stayed in that plastic garbage can under my darkroom table.

One of the most satisfying things about this project has been the number of messages I’ve gotten from readers who have seen photos of their parents and have used those to start discussions about their lives. Many of you have seen a side of them you never knew existed.

Lester Harris and Fred Kaempfer are good examples.

At one time, I was afraid of turning into One-Shot Frony. When I look at the body of work he left behind, though, I see why he stayed in Cape.

Where do we go from here?

I thought I’d be able to wrap Cape up in about a year, then I’d move on to my stint in Ohio. Instead, I’m finding that I’ve only scratched the surface. I have some stories and photos in the pipeline that I think will be as good or better than anything you’ve seen so far.

Down in the Cement Plant quarry

Here’s a sample of what’s coming. This is a shot of the huge columns of stone in the Cement Plant quarry caverns before they were blasted out in the mid-to-late 70s.

Is there a book in the future?

I’ve found out that advertising isn’t going to come close to covering the expenses of producing this site. This isn’t the right market for it, I’m a lousy salesman and I’d rather produce stuff for you to read than beg for bucks.

Kid Matt is looking at what it would cost to produce a book of the best work. We’ll let you know what we find out. Anybody interested in something you could hold in your hand, instead of just see on the screen? The last thing in the world I want is a shed full of books nobody wants.

Red Sky at Night…

Way back in Boy Scout Troop 8 days, we learned all kinds of useful sayings:

  • “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight; red sky at morning, sailor take warning.”
  • “Leaflets three, let it be.”
  • “Red on yellow, kill a fellow; red on black, friend of Jack”

Do old adages hold true?

Don’t take my word for it. The Library of Congress’s Science Fun Facts has the answer.

Red sky at night, sailors delight.

When we see a red sky at night, this means that the setting sun is sending its light through a high concentration of dust particles. This usually indicates high pressure and stable air coming in from the west. Basically good weather will follow.

Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.

A red sunrise reflects the dust particles of a system that has just passed from the west. This indicates that a storm system may be moving to the east. If the morning sky is a deep fiery red, it means a high water content in the atmosphere. So, rain is on its way.

[The rearview mirror shot, by the way, was taken by Wife Lila while she was waiting for me to come back to the car from somewhere.]

“Leaflets three, let it be” is good advice

Poison Ivy plants have a classic tripartite structure (i.e., a poison ivy leaf is comprised of three leaflets).

Dad and I were some of the lucky ones apparently immune to Poison Ivy. He would reach up and pull down the vines with his bare hands. I was never brave – nor foolish – enough to do that, but I didn’t go out of my way to avoid the plant. Mother, on the other hand, would break out in a rash if she just looked at the leaves hard.

How about that snake thing?

Wikipedia says that coral snakes are most notable for their red, yellow/white, and black colored banding. (Several nonvenomous species have similar coloration, however, including the Scarlet Kingsnake, the Milk Snake, and the Chionactis occipitalis annulata.)

In some regions, the order of the bands distinguishes between the non-venomous mimics and the venomous coral snakes, inspiring some folk rhymes — “Red on yellow, kill a fellow; red on black, friend of Jack” (for similar looking Milk Snakes).

However, this only reliably applies to coral snakes native to North America.

Coral snakes found in other parts of the world can have distinctly different patterns, have red bands touching black bands, have only pink and blue banding, or have no banding at all.

I never saw a coral snake until I moved to Florida. Had I seen something that COULD have been a coral snake, I wouldn’t have bothered to pull out a color chart. I’d have beat feet.

In less enlightened times, the standard Southeast Missouri response to seeing a serpent was to kill ’em all and let God sort them out.

I was never so happy as when I found out that The Missourian had a no-snakes policy. At The Jackson Pioneer, it was common for Billy Bob to pull up in front of the paper to have someone (usually me) take the obligatory photo of him holding a dead snake at arms-length.

The Moon is “holding water”

Dad used to look up at the sky and say, “The Moon is holding water,” meaning that the crescent Moon looked like a basin that was holding rain.

I could visualize the symbolism, but never knew the full association. The folks over at NASA say different cultures assign different and confusing names to the crescent moon.

Some ancient skywatchers spoke of the crescent Moon when the bottom seems to be lit as the “wet moon”. They thought it looked like a bowl which could fill up with the rain and snow of the winter season. In Hawaiian astrology, Kaelo the Water Bearer rules from January 20 – February 18. According to the Hawaiian Calendar, Kaelo is the “Dripping Wet Moon” month. However, many other cultures have defined the Moon when lit on the bottom as the “dry moon” since in that configuration, the Moon is “holding in the water”.

As winter passes into spring and summer, the crescent shape slowly shifts toward the south and begins to “stand on its end”. To some ancients, this represented the Moon assuming a pouring position in which it will lose its water and result in the great summer rains. The result was the creation of a “dry moon”, one which held no water because it all poured out. On the other hand, other cultures said that such a moon is a wet moon because it allowed the water to pour out!