I was thinking of our Squaw escapades last week. In the context of “what are these jerks thinking of bringing Winter games back to Squaw/surrounds.” There were so few attendees (I think at least 10% of the entire fan base stayed at Madsen’s Brockway house) that it was hardly worth mentioning. As you allude to — can you imagine what kind of a nightmare that would be in today’s setting?
A couple of things I remember, other than getting into the USSR/USA hockey match — I know you remember the Russian hockey player walking by us as we piled out of the bus looking at us and saying, “Nyet. nyet”!! The other one is watching Carol Heiss doing compulsory figures in the open at Blythe. I stood 10 feet from her. Badges, badges? We don’t got to show you no stinking badges.
Thanks. I remember some of it. Do you remember the official hostesses for the Olympics? Michele and Michon Cardinal.
Oh yes, I did have a pair of black Bogner ski pants. They were stretch and cost $50, my mom had a fit. My friend Joanna Quinn Darrow from Newport, also had a pair. Fun memories.
Dave and I drove to Squaw, parked in someone’s driveway, snuck through a backyard, crossed a creek and entered the Olympics and enjoyed the day with no tickets.
From Bob “Bubbles” Brown in Washington, DC
Many thanks for forwarding Karl’s RGJ col on “Little known Facts About the 1960 Winter Olympics at Squaw Valley.” Fondly remember many locals–most Sigma Nus–such as Dorworth, Bosta, Ericksen, Wetzel, ad infinitum!
However, my congratulatory e-mail to Karl did take issue with one fact, re: “Mouthwash Toni Sailor” taking more gold than anybody. My question to Karl was had he ever heard of a crazy young Frenchman named Jean Claude Killey (see ’68 and ’72 Winter Olympics). I believe Jean Claude is the guilty party! [NOTE TO BUBBLES FROM KARL: KILLY AND SAILOR TIED FOR MEDALS, I DISCOVERED; SAILOR ACTUALLY IN THE LEAD WITH ONE MORE SILVER TO ONE OF KILLY’S BRONZES. AND NOTE THE SPELLING! PS YOU EVER GET THAT BOOK I SENT???]
The Vagabond Bus at Blythe Arena was new to me. Of course, during the ’60 Games I had a job of much lesser importance, as the chauffeur and gofer for the 4 top UPI correspondents covering said Olympics. But the job had its perks–a parking place 3 spaces from the front door of press headquarters at Squaw; the run of the International Olympics Press Club at both Squaw and the Mapes Hotel (which is Olympiceese for the comp bar and food station). I also had a ski pass for all of the hills, allowing me to go up on the downhill, giant slalom and slalom course to watch–up close and personal. I recall meek and sweet Joan Hannah, a USA alpine skier, on a tough flush in the slalom, hitting the ice, taking a nasty spill, and declaring–not for attribution, of course–declaring loudly “f—in’ bumps” prior to finishing her run.
Your Vagabond Bus at Blythe did stir memories of my association with the Vagabond Bus: For instance, sneaking the Bus into old Kezar Stadium at the East/West football game, and using my press card to get back in, after parking the Bus outside. Also, a Vagabond Bus visit to the Mark Hopkins on New Years Eve. Also, the Vagabond Bus as an entry in the Portland Rose Parade. And, for a local angle, giving the Security Guard at the Gold & Silver a spin around Reno on a Fourth of July weekend, enough said.
Some ought to write a book about these treasured moments in “The Days in the Life of the Vagabond Bus.”
How did the “Three Tys” gig go. I would liked to have been present, because I have many fond memories of “Georgia Peach” stories that your dad shared with me.
I enjoy your col in the RGJ; gives me better insight–from a real expert–on foreign affairs. Keep in touch. Happy New Year!!!
Bob Brown (in Washington)
From Allan Myer in Connecticut:
Yea while you were f~~ing around at the Olympics I was protecting your ass at Ft. Bragg.
From Len Baldyga in Chicago:
Ty. Tsk, tsk. We used to use the same method to get into movie theaters in Chicago in the old, old days where the concession stands were outside the theater. I also had a press pass for the Chicago Bears and then Chicago Cardinals football teams representing the suburban Berwyn Beacon newspaper except the paper had been closed for more than a year. In preparation for this year’s U.S./Russia game my wife and I watched the “Miracle” about the Lake Placid game. Good flick. Cheers.Len
Triggers a lot of dusty memories! Thanks for sending it, Ty.
And this from Jackson Stephens:
I’ll bore you with only one personal incident that this piece brought up:
Fifty-one years ago next month my only child drew his first breath at
St Mary’s. At that time fathers were not allowed to be present at the
birth, so I spent the night like George Gobel pacing the hallways (without
his copy of War and Peace, however) until Kris’ triumphant emergence.
By the time our new little family of three was united, and mother and
child were sleeping, it was close to noon and I was starving. How
could a proud new father celebrate the birth of his first child in style?!
I chose the $2.95 “La Favorita” (taco, enchilada, chile relleno, rice
and beans) at Miguels on South Virginia. I can’t remember whether
he showed me all his “flying saucer” pictures again or not.
I recollect two key guys opening the gates to free entrance: a very alert security guard named Ed Aimone and a high ranking ROTC cadet named Whitney Brown.
My mom was the interpreter for the Finnish ski team for the Squaw Olympics, so we did get in with passes. The one fellow I met (Kalevi Hamalainen) won the gold medal in the cross-country. It was pretty cool to walk around with him, even if I didn’t speak Finnish.
Joanne Pollastro Walen