Kid Quotes

I have often marveled at the way a kid’s mind works. Kids are so pure when they are young, and I find them really fascinating to observe – especially before they are old enough for the world to put a lot of noise into their heads.

When my oldest son Chris was 3 years old his inquisitive mind began to kick in and he asked questions that would just crack me up. I’m sure the other children did also but Chris was my first experience with a kid, so he is the one I most remember. Many of his questions I could not answer.

Here are a few examples of his questions:

“Dad, what’s God’s last name?”

On looking at a world map Chris asked: “Dad, where is heaven on that map?”

We had a world globe sitting on the bookshelf. I explained to Chris what it was. After a long pause in deep thought he asked, “Dad, do we have a globe of Ohio?”

One day Chris and I were riding around in the truck and we passed a site where there was a house jacked up ready to move to a new location. I explained to Chris what was happening and he asked, “Dad, how do they move the basement?” Now I had never thought about that so I didn’t have a ready answer. I am surprised he didn’t also ask about moving the well!

We had some beehives behind our house in Randolph, and sometimes I would take Chris along when I worked on these hives. Bees don’t like having their hives opened, so beekeepers use a tool called a smoker to apply smoke to the bees to help control them. Burning rags or grass are placed inside the smoker to produce the smoke, and the bellows are pumped occasionally to keep the fire going.

Smoker

One time I gave Chris the job of puffing the smoker so the fire wouldn’t go out. He was standing behind me.

“Should I puff it a lot, Dad?”. “Yes”, I replied…

“…Should I puff it 100 times?”.

I replied he could and then I became busy with something and forgot about him.

A bit later I heard him ask,

“…Dad, what comes after 56?”.

I turned around but I couldn’t see Chris. He was completely enveloped in a large cloud of smoke. He evidently got all the way to 56 puffs when his “counter” jammed and he couldn’t proceed.

Chris smoking the bees

One time I noticed that Chris’s fly was open so I said to him, “Chris, better close your barn doors or the horse might get out”.

Several days later he noticed that MY fly was open. He said, “Dad, better close your barn doors or the horses might get out”.

Horses?

My number 2 son Denny had a rather interesting way of learning the language. It was often “last in – first out”. This would often cause him to reverse parts of words. So, for example, instead of “cup” he would say “puc”, and “eleph-a-nut” for “elephant”. He once told me he didn’t like to go down into the basement because there were “spide webers” down there (spider webs).

Denny, Neil, Elaine, Chris 

Denny, Neil, Chris, Gene  c. 1963

Neil’s favorite hideout – under the TV

Then there was Pam, the verbal child. Before she was a year old she could speak very clearly, but she didn’t always know the meaning of the words. She knew when certain phrases were used because she noticed where we used them. At night we sometimes had trouble keeping her in bed because she wanted to come out to join the folks and watch TV, so we had to put her back in bed several times before she would stick. On several occasions this little sprite would come bouncing out of the bedroom hugging a blanket announcing,

“She’s up again!”.

 

Pam – 1 year old

Pam’s oldest son was just as verbal at the same young age with similar effects. “Joe” would stir the dirt in a flower pot and exclaim loudly, “Get out of that dirt!”. He once threw his spoon on the floor and loudly scolded, ”Why did you do that?”. He would climb up on the coffee table and exclaim over and over, “Get down from there!”

Joe

My son Dave told  me about his son Ryan, who was 3 years old at the time, coming out of his bedroom completely naked except for a Darth Vader mask, and swinging a light saber.

Dave said to him, “Ryan, go back in there and put on some clothes.”

Ryan replied, “How did you know it was me?

Ryan

There is a very special person inside a child’s body when he or she is young. Later when they grow older that person is gone. Forever.

Denny, Neil, Dave, Pam, Chris – Xmas 1965


When Dave was in his 30’s a friend of mine asked him if he and his siblings had everything they wanted as kids. He answered, “Yes, we had everything we wanted – our dad just made sure we didn’t want very much.”

Now if I could remember how I did that, I could write a book on kid-raising!

This same friend asked Dave how he got his sex education. Here’s how he answered:

One evening Dad asked me to help unload a truck load of bees. It had been a hot day in August and I was having 2-a-day football practices, so I was pretty well tapped out. We put on all of the usual protective gear – coveralls, veil, hat, gloves, etc. The temperature was 90 degrees and we were drenched with sweat. When we finished and were lying beside the truck trying to catch our breaths I said, “Dad, how did you ever get yourself into this mess?”

Dad replied,” I had 5 kids, that’s how. Keep your pants zipped up and stay in school or some day it may happen to you!”

I remember Dave helping me unload bees but I do not remember giving this valuable advice. Maybe God is merciful and causes us to forget certain things, thus protecting what little sanity we adults have left.

Returning To Civilian Life

When I was a teenager my ambition was to own and operate a high-class night club or some kind of a dance bar with good music and bands. To me this seemed like a glamorous and interesting life.

When I returned from Korea I stopped at the local bar for a drink. Inside I saw the same people who were there when I left two years earlier – in the same chairs! I had just been halfway around the world and it appeared as if these people had never left that bar. This caused me to re-evaluate my goals and I decided that I wanted something other than the bar scene.

On being discharged from the army I had been offered a couple of jobs playing guitar – one for a Hawaiian band in Honolulu, and another with a western swing band at Knott’s Berry Farm in California. Although I loved playing the steel guitar I wasn’t quite sure I wanted that as a career. It seemed to be quite risky since if I injured any one of my fingers I would be out of a job. The other problem was that I had promised to marry Elaine Horning, a former classmate, on my return from service so I felt obligated to her.

I decided to return to college and finish my degree. I first thought I wanted to study music, but the jobs in that field appeared to be somewhat limited. I could, for example, become a marching band director for a high school and put on halftime shows at football games wearing some kind of silly uniform, but at this point in my life I was tired of uniforms. As I further examined other options I noticed that there was a high demand for secondary science and math teachers. My mother was an educator, as were some of my aunts and uncles. That seemed to be a perfect fit, so I worked  toward a degree in Comprehensive Science at Kent State University. This would qualify me to teach any high school math or science course, and I could break  all of my fingers without losing my job.

Now there was the promise to fulfill. I married Elaine but I had no job or money. My parents generously offered us a place to stay while I finished school.

Gene Roliff -Elaine Horning  c. 1957

After graduation there was no problem getting a teaching position. The demand for science and math teachers was so great that I believe the only qualification needed for employment besides having a degree was being able to walk upright into a classroom with a body temperature of 98.6!

I obtained an interview with Lee Grimsley, president of Portage County board of education. I remember standing in front of his desk at “parade rest” during the interview. Finally he said, “Sit down Mr. Roliff, this is not Korea”. He then referred me to Mr. David Nelson, Superintendent of Suffield Schools. Part of that interview required me to prove that I was born by presenting my birth certificate.

Foot and thumb prints from my birth certificate. These were used by the hospital to prevent the mother from taking home the wrong kid by mistake.

When I handed Mr. Nelson the birth certificate he took a long look at the feet imprinted on that document, then stared at me with a grin over top of his glasses – I felt like crawling into a crack in the floor!

I guess he liked my foot prints because he hired me on the spot. My salary for the year of 1958-59 was $4000. This was $1000 less than I was making 4 years earlier as a milk man.

I quickly found out that having a degree certifying me to teach all math and science courses offered at the high school level was good for obtaining a job, but not so good thereafter. It appeared that the principal tried to give me every course in the school that I was qualified to teach. He loaded me up with 6 preparations in my first year of teaching – Algebra I, Algebra II, Solid Geometry/Trig, Plane Geometry, Chemistry, and General Science. The second year was basically the same, but Physics was substituted for Chemistry (what a break!). Needless to say I didn’t have much time to sleep during those first two years of teaching, since I was usually up until after midnight trying to stay one day ahead in my class preparations.

I must have found some spare moments because during that time Elaine and I added 2 sons to our family.

On October 4, 1957, our country received a shock. The Russians put the world’s first artificial earth satellite into orbit. The space race was on.

Sputnik, the world’s first artificial satellite

You could see it fly overhead at night with the naked eye. You could hear it beep on the radio. The Americans were humiliated since they had thought the Ruskies were just a bunch of illiterate cave men incapable of doing anything scientifically significant.

As a country we have often under-estimated our enemies. At the beginning of WWII, we were led to believe that the Japanese soldier was an inferior being that couldn’t hit anything with a rifle. After all, he was so near-sighted that he had to wear those thick little round paperweight glasses over his beady little eyes. The reality turned out to be quite different.

Then of course there was Custer, 9/11, Vietnam, etc.

After the initial panic wore off from the Sputnik launch, the government finally realized that we were deficient in our teaching of math and science. To help remedy this The National Science Foundation was formed. This agency offered grants to teachers that enabled them to firm up their competence in teaching these disciplines. I applied for, and was granted, a stipend to obtain a master’s degree in mathematics from Syracuse University in upstate New York. This was the opportunity of a lifetime!

I moved to Syracuse with my family and spent a year and a summer working on a graduate degree. Upon completion we moved back to Ohio where I taught at Field High School, a consolidation of Brimfield and Suffield schools, for two more years. I then obtained a position at Ravenna City Schools where I taught Mathematics, Physics, and Computer Science for the next thirty years.


While looking for My old birth certificate, I stumbled across this bill from the hospital where I was born. I thought it might be of interest to the reader. Please note the outlandish prices for hospital care – especially the price for circumcision!!

Claude Lang

Claude Lang was the oldest boy in the Lang family. During the time I lived with the Langs (1935-1943) he operated Lang’s Sunoco gas station where he dispensed gas and repaired cars and small appliances.

The kids in the Lang family were all musically gifted – except for Claude. He tried playing saxophone for awhile but it didn’t work. His strength was in designing and repairing mechanical things.

Claude built some of the first radio receivers in the area. These radios had large four- pronged vacuum tubes, several coils and knobs, and were powered by 3 or more large square batteries.

Home-made radio receiver with 2 vacuum tubes

With Claude’s help and by studying some of his books, I built a crystal radio receiver. It consisted of a coil made by winding wire on an oatmeal box, a variable condenser (we now call them capacitors), and a “cat-whisker” detector. This receiver needed no power but used headphones and a long antenna wire which we strung outside in the trees. Many nights in bed when I was supposed to be sleeping I would tune in WSM Nashville and listen to old time country music on my home-made crystal set. It amazed me that music could come 500 miles through the air and get into that little tangle of wires.

Crystal receivers made with oatmeal boxes

“Cat Whisker” detector 

Claude had an old Model A Ford truck. The passenger’s seat was a wooden pop case and had no backrest. When he took me for a ride he would pop the clutch, take off quickly, and I would fall over backwards, he would then laugh heartily at my clumsiness.

Even when he was many years older I never saw him start out in a car without throwing gravel or burning rubber. He always ran or walked very rapidly wherever he went – his speech and movements were always quick. He moved as if he was constantly going to a fire. It was fitting that he helped establish the Randolph volunteer fire department and was its chief for more than 20 years. He could then get his speed fix by driving a fire truck.

Dad told me about a race car Claude built in the 20’s called “The Red Devil”. It would go over 70 mph when everybody else was going 25. I once saw a picture of it but I cannot locate it now. If I recall correctly it looked like a large stream-lined soap box derby racer.

The picture of the “Red Devil” looked similar to the top picture but it had solid wheels like the racer in the bottom picture and no spare tire.

After Lang’s gas station closed Claude concentrated on repairing lawn mowers, farm equipment, pumps, gasoline engines, electric motors and generators . He had a thriving business. His shop was a mess, littered with old motors, used parts, strange one-cylinder gasoline engines with large flywheels, and other fascinating contraptions. These things were strewn all over the floor, and a visitor to his shop walked around in there at his own peril. If you needed a part no matter how old or rare, Claude could usually come up with it. This was my favorite place to hang out as a kid. I’m sure I drove him crazy with my barrage of questions, but he always took time to answer in great detail.

At one time Claude drove an International hopper truck for Herman Miller. With this truck he would spread gravel on the back roads of Portage County. Sometimes he invited me to ride with him. On one of these rides my mother sent along a quart jar of milk. She told me that because of the constant jarring and rough ride I would have butter in the jar when we returned. I carefully stashed the jar behind the seat in the truck. To my amazement, when we returned there was a large lump of butter floating around in the milk.

One time Claude was asked to repair a leaky gas tank. He ran water through it to wash out the gasoline, then had me help hold it while he attempted to fix the leak with solder and a blowtorch. My dad saw me holding the tank and immediately panicked. He told me to stand several yards away while the repair was going on and he took my place holding the tank. Soon there was a loud bang. Both Claude and Dad were blown across the road and the tank went 20 feet into the air – both ends blown out. Dad ended up with a broken thumb.

Claude was often very funny and had a quick wit. One time when I was older we attended a family gathering and were all sitting around the dinner table passing and sharing the food. At dessert time stewed pears came around the table. I took a few and handed the dish to Claude.

“Do you want a pear?”, I asked him.

“Gotta pair”, he quickly snapped back. Loud laughter followed.

Uncle Claude taught me many valuable things about mechanics and electricity. Because of his knowledge and example he was a strong positive influence in my life. His public service lives on through his sons and grandsons, who still run a repair shop in Randolph and serve as fire fighters around the area.

Chief Claude Lang