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This is your DJ, Charlie Napier, with a bit of information you might find worth reading. I grew up on a farm where you learned to drive a wagon and use plow. My Dad had a 1950 Ford truck with Bulldog gear. When we housed tobacco, Dad would let me put the truck in bulldog and drive it. So at 15, I didn't know much about anything that had wheels. Oh yes, we did get a 48 model ford tractor, which I learned to drive at the speed of 2mph up to 10mph. That was scary, but I did it anyway. I really didn't care about learning to drive until I started courting and suddenly I realized to get to the girls you must drive. So, my brother Bill from Cincinnati, brought a 1950 3 speed Chevy convertible. He took me for a spin, and I told him I sure would like to drive. When we pulled in at our house, he said this is the clutch and here's how it works. This is the gears and this is how it works with the clutch. So while I'm here for the next two weeks, you drive it all over this 76 acre farm. So I jumped in and killed the motor a few time before I got going. Then I conquered first gear. I went to a section of the farm that was flat and mastered 1st and 2nd gear both. I didn't have the nerve to get in high. Bill saw I was struggling and said let's take her for a ride. He drove out to Dughill road, and turned it over to me. Scared as I was, I begin to go through first and second, and Bill said you have to shift down and pour the gas to it. He must of had a lot of nerve, because I did just that, and I thought I was flying at 40 MPH. My heart was pounding and never again would I be afraid of driving a standard shift. So I later got my written permit the first time. The officer said to practice for a few weeks, then come back and get my license. So I did. I drove to Ottawa Baptist Church every Sunday. After a few services, I thought I was ready to get my license. Now if you're wondering if my Dad was a terrible Dad and didn't care, you're wrong. He loved me very much, but he just didn't have time for driving with me. He was a daylight to dark farmer.(Eleven Children to raise) So Dad, trades a couple cows to get me a car that I thought was the greatest. It had wheels, gears, and a lot of rust. The car was a 1953 Plymouth 3 speed. I took the driver's test at Mt. Vernon. Sorry I don't remember the Officer's name who gave me the test, but that day I didn't remember much of anything except the test. We started out smooth and the officer told me to turn right. I had my signal on and was proud of myself. The officer seemed a bit uneasy and looked over at me and said to stop. He Said,"Son where do you think you are, in England?" "You have been in the center of the road every since we left. Someone will hit you, and we will have a wreck. Take us back to the courthouse and come back when you can drive." I was killed. That day I learned what the the right and left side of the road. Never again would I drive on the wrong side of the road. A few weeks later, I went back as proud as a peacock. I took that officer through the coarse without a hitch. We came back to the starting point, and he said now all you have to do is parallel park. I looked over at him and ask how to do that. He explained to pull up the parked car and back up and park behind the other parked car. How hard could that be. I slipped into reverse and back we went. He didn't say to stay off the curb and sidewalk. Again he politely says practice your parking and come back in a few weeks. Well, I very upset now. So Dad did get some tobacco sticks out and that's what I used to practice parallel parking. A few weeks later, I go back to Mt. Vernon, and I'm scared that something else was going to come up. When we got there, the officer was in his car, so I pulled up along side him and parked behind him. He acted like he never saw me park. I took the test and when it came time to park, he said take us back to the courthouse. My heart sank. I had failed again. When we pulled up to the courthouse, the officer gave me a piece of paper and told me to go to Clifford Bales and get my license. I felt like hugging his neck. I got my license. (This is a true story and all names are actual)(Later, I'll tell you the experience of my first Car) Your DJ Charlie Napier
We just saw my old buddy Glenn McFarland off on dec.16,2009 after him losing a long battle with cancer.I first met Glenn in 1997 and he and his wife Glenda and me and my wife Pat soon became inseparable friends. I don't believe that I ever met a more decent man than Glenn. We all cruised togther and acted like kids,dancing,joking and just having a good time.I could tell a thousand stories about Glenn but I'll leave you with this one. We were heading up the Mountain Parkway one saturday afternoon going to a cruise in Stanton. I was in front in my 64 Olds Cutlass,with Glenn following.Every so often I would check in my mirror to see if his old red and white 54 Chevy was still there.{You know how quick these old cars can act up}. We started down a long grade and I looked back and just barely could see Glenn way back at the top of the hill. I slowed down thinking that something may be wrong. Well,there wasn't--he was coming on hard! I could see the outline of his foot in the grille of that old 54,and he was sailin'. At the time his old car was original with the old 235 six ( he later rodded it ).Then it hit me. He had lagged back to get a run and go at me so he could pass me and then laugh and brag about ot all night. Well that wasn't going to happen if I had anything to do with it.. I set my foot in that old 330 Olds. The 4 barrel probably hadn't been kicked in in over a year. Bull bats,last years leaves, and black soot poured out of my old Cutlass,but she squatted and went. He didn't make around me,but we raced along for maybe a mile or so. We had no sooner slowed back down when we passed a state trooper sitting with his radar out. Pat and Glenda rode us all night,telling us that if we had been caught for racing that they would just let us set in jail because they wouldn't have gotten us out. I know that a lot of you cruisers don't remember us,but the old timers will. I miss Glenn and I'm hurting,but I know that someday Glenn,Glenda,Pat and I will cruise again together in Heaven ,never more to part. Bye for now Ol' Buddy---I'll see you soon. Save me a spot and have the coffee ready. Wayne Riddle
My first car was a three speed 1953 Plymouth. It was full of rust, but it was a real treat to get to go on my own. I had to sell my very best calf, worked in tobacco, grew some pepper, and mowed yards to get enough money to own my first wheels. Even though my wheels weren't very pretty, they seem to roll like everyone elses. I wouldn't take her to school, because it lacked the class of Larry Gooch's 1957 Chevy. Little did I know they would someday meet in the parking lot at school. My brother-in-law, Charles Baker Bray, who is deceased now, saw me polishing the rusty car. He always had a great sense of humor. He said, "Cleaning er up". I replied,"Uh hum, going to church." Charlie was a painter for TrailMobile Trucking Company in Cincinnati, Ohio. He ask me how I would like to have her painted. I burst out with a big grin and said, "You will paint it." Yes, he replied. Then I suddenly remembered I didn't have any paint or money to buy any paint. Charlie recognized the body language and probably realized I was broke. "Well", he said, "I have a gallon of paint in my garage. For the next couple of weekends my brother-in-law worked on my car body to fix some of the holes in it. He was pretty good. He also had all the bond dough it took to fill those huge holes. A point I would like to make here is that my sister Amanda and Charlie Bray never missed a weekend coming home from Cincinnati. When Friday came, Kentucky was calling. Now, I wondered how on earth they stood that life style. Week three rolled around and Charlie brought down his paint sprayer, and we borrowed somebody's compressor. When Charlie started to pour the paint in the can, I thought it was going to be a very light brown. Boy, did I ever get a surprise. When it dried, it was a brilliant GOLD. Yes, I now had a Plymouth with a lot of class. I thanked him about a dozen times. I couldn't wait to take it to school. Well, to get her to school, I had to get Dad's permission. Dad thought that the school bus was the only way to get his children to school. So I asked, and he said yes. Boy, I was shocked. It was an Autumn Friday, and the ski didn't have a cloud in it. Back then it seemed the sky was bluer and the sun was brighter. I want ever forget pulling in that day at school. Everyone shot a glance at my gold 53 Plymouth with no rust. Man, I felt like a man for the first time. No one really said much, but that didn't matter. The car was slick and solid gold. The rest of the day was fairly typical. Classes, work, and checking out the girls. It was 3:00 O'Clock, and I was ready to beat everyone out the door to be the first one to pull out of the parking lot. So I hurried out the back door. What I saw next, all but caused my heart to have a sinking spell. Some of my wonderful buddies at school(Never did know who) had taken some white shoe polish and written GOLDFINGER on my front window. Since I never got to go to any movies, I didn't know there was a movie by James Bond call Goldfinger. I grabbed my shirt and frantically begin to wipe off the shoe polish. Everyone had a good laugh at my car, and needless to say it had a new name,GOLDFINGER. Remember, I metioned Larry Gooch earlier. Well Larry today is a very successful car dealers that is located just across the road from the Rockcastle County High School. Larry and I could swap a bunch of stories, but he's not here to defend himself, so I'll spare that. Our school sent out a note to all the teachers to remind us of a car wash on Saturday. I worked like crazy all week so Dad would let me go work the fund raiser. So he did. We were just a bunch of silly young people having a good time and looking for the opposite attraction. Deborah Watson, who's father ran a local funeral service, came to the car wash that day. She said, "Charlie, let me drive your car". WOW, a real girl wanted to drive my car. So I tried to be as cool as I could when I said yes. Remember, I have just learned to drive a three speed with a clutch, got it painted, and made it to my first social event. Deborah jumped in and ask ME what to do. I said, "Mash the gas and let the clutch off". She did exactly what I said. We took off straight around the corner of the building. STRAIGHT I saw Larry Gooch in his 57 Chevy(his brother's car). All I could do now is just watch in panic. We plowed right into the front of his Chevy. I jumped out with tears running down my face. No money, no car, and my Dad would most likely chew me out for a whole month. Well it didn't turn out that way at all. Mr. Frank Watson, whom I want ever forget, told Dad he would buy me another car and pay for the damage to Larry's Chevy. He just saved a young man's life........My next story will be about the next car...... DJ Charlie Napier
Being a farm boy was a very rich and rewarding life. The farm had real science lessons all the time. Let's look at a typical day in my life at the age fourteen. I started the day around daybreak in the morning. I went with Dad to do the milking and feeding of our farm animal. I really enjoyed milk ing those cows. I even thought I was pretty good when I learned to milk with both hands. After milking and feeding, I came back home to a loving mother who had breakfast ready. Breakfast consisted of gravey, biscuits, milk, and home grown eggs. As time slips by, I have to press on.. I'm getting my bath. We didn't have any inside plumbing. We had three rooms and a path. So taking a bath consisted of washing off in a washpan. Boy, on those cold winter morning, after bathing off with a washcloth in ice cold water, I was ready for school. I'm now in a hurry. I've got about a mile to walk to catch the bus. Riding the school bus was a venture as it is now. We would catch the bus on Dug Hill. It was about an hour and one half ride. We did respect our school bus driver, Mr. Houk. My parents didn't get to go to school, but they taught me that education was important. When I got to school, I felt like there was a purpose for being there, so I did get my education. Schools then didn't have the drug and discipline problems we have today in many schools. The saying was, " if you get one at school, you would get another one when you got home if my parents found out." Needless to say, I never got into many things at school. Dad only whipped me really hard one time. I never forgot, and I loved and respected him dearly. After returning home, if I worked really hard to get the feeding, milking, and carry in some wood and coal, I got to watch the Long Ranger on a black and white TV that was pretty snowy. But what the heck, I didn't have anything to compare it too, so I thought it was good. Oh, mom also insisted I do my homework. Well, I stated above that the farm had some real science lessons. One was my hog raising. Since we didn't have alot of money, Mom and Dad taught me the common sense way to do things. Dad gave me a girley pig. I raised her into a sow. The sow raised me several litters of pigs. Well, Dad then taught me how to approach people to make a sell. I was pretty good at it. I also had a cow that I raised several calves from. The farm animals had a good business lesson for me. The days of raising tobacco, corn, and hay also taught me that I didn't want to continue all my life working this hard on a farm. The value of my education became clearer to me as the days went by. Many times Dad would say if you get this done, we'll go fishing. That worked for me. I would chop out a tobacco patch at good pace. Life on the farm left me with many wonderful memories of a hard working family that gave the Amercian Dream all she had. Dad really did prosper in this lifetime. He, along with the help of eleven children, worked out and paid for three farms. I still own two acres of the homeplace on Dug Hill. I occassionlly go back to remember a day gone by but not forgotten. DJ
My getting started into entertainment would go back to the days of Barbara Owens, a math teacher at Brodhead High School. It wasn't the math. She was one of the most fun teachers in the building. Each year she would do a Hoot N Annie. We just got out on the stage and would do our best to get the crowd to like us. I got me a guitar and started learing some cords. I remember one day when this fellow came to do a program. He would get students up and hypnotize them. He called me to come up. He said his words of trances to me and said now you're going to go out there and sing just a little of You Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog. You know what, I did and the student body gave me a big applause. This tripped a wire in my brain that I didn't even know was there. To cut through the chase, I was teaching school many years later at Mt. Vernon Elementary School. I had Pete Stamper's, son in the fifth grade. Pete was a local radio personailty and commedian in Renfro Valley. I had met with Pete on some concerns, and Pete said, "Want come down to the radio on Saturday." I said, "Sure". I had also met Old Joe Clark on a school trip to the radio station. Old Joe had let some of us on the mike to say hi... Pete, however, did something I totally didn't expect. He ask me to sit down in his radio chair. He said, "I'm gonna go get me a cup of coffee and I'll be right back. You should have heard the racket. I scrapped needles across records and sit there totally scared to death. By the time Pete got back, I felt Numb. Pete ask me to come backtime. I came back every Saturday. Pete finally ask for an hour program for me from the station manager, J Howl Smith in Nashville. He granted me the program. Pete said, " Well, you'll have to have a radio name." He brought me on WRVK as Country Charlie. To this day, my friends and neighbors, call me Country Charlie. Country Charlie would be that until 1987.
My first year in the classroom was a one room school in Brushcreek, Ky. named Johnetta. The superintendent of Rockcastle Co. Schools said if I could stay there for a year I would have a job in Mt. Vernon the next year. This was the end of the one schools in our school system. My first day on the job I met my first 9 students. Click Here for Picture The second child on my left would become my doctor and I credit her for saving my life during some difficult times(Doctor Karen B Saylor). It was strange coming into a classroom and becoming a teacher, cook, janitor, nurse, music teacher, and P.E. teacher. Well, the girls figure out in a couple of weeks that we would starve to death if they continued to eat my cooking. So Vickie and Elaine approach me about fixing lunch. I knew it may be for the best. So I turned over the cooking to the girls and guess what, we had some of the best meals I've ever eaten. Well you might wander what the boys did. We had to have water. So they would go a good ways up the road to a spring and bring fresh water every day. No the girls could not go with them. I soon learned that teaching was a hard job with 4 grade levels to teach. I also learned to move to the next rather quickly to get the work done.. The parents met me the first day. Glen Bullock and George Radar came to me and said if I would teach their children, they would see to it that no one would bother me or their children. They daily checked on the school. Only having 9 children made me grow really close to them. I remember all their names. We had a normal school day, and everyday was fun. I felt almost like a father to them. Have to tell you this one on me. I came in one cold frosty morning. I fired up the stove. I opened it up to put out some quick heat. The students came in. So we all just gathered around the stove to warm and greet each other good morning. It was so cold , It felt a little drafty in the room. The students started to sniggering. Then laughing right out loud. I asked, "What are you all laughing about". Mitchel finally got the nerve to tell me.. Back then my pants I wore were polyester. While warming my rear,. I had gotten a little to close to the stove. I had melted a spot in the back of my pants.. Having no one to call, I had to do something. I had an extra shrit, so I hung it over the backside. The students never let me live this one down. Starting in the one room school was an experience that I would never forget. The experiences I learned that year would set me up for a career in teaching school. The one room school was gone after that year(I think 1972). I went back a few year later and took a picture of the school, its outside Johns, and had Mitch Tolle Gallery in Berea to matt and frame it. It's a reminder of a school, a career, and a group of children who touched my life as much as I touched theirs.

This is your DJ, Charlie Napier, with a bit of information you might find worth reading. I grew up on a farm where you learned to drive a wagon and use plow. My Dad had a 1950 Ford truck with Bulldog gear. When we housed tobacco, Dad would let me put the truck in bulldog and drive it. So at 15, I didn't know much about anything that had wheels. Oh yes, we did get a 48 model ford tractor, which I learned to drive at the speed of 2mph up to 10mph. That was scary, but I did it anyway. I really didn't care about learning to drive until I started courting and suddenly I realized to get to the girls you must drive.
So, my brother Bill from Cincinnati, brought a 1950 3 speed Chevy convertible. He took me for a spin, and I told him I sure would like to drive. When we pulled in at our house, he said this is the clutch and here's how it works. This is the gears and this is how it works with the clutch. So while I'm here for the next two weeks, you drive it all over this 76 acre farm. So I jumped in and killed the motor a few time before I got going. Then I conquered first gear. I went to a section of the farm that was flat and mastered 1st and 2nd gear both. I didn't have the nerve to get in high. Bill saw I was struggling and said let's take her for a ride. He drove out to Dughill road, and turned it over to me. Scared as I was, I begin to go through first and second, and Bill said you have to shift down and pour the gas to it. He must of had a lot of nerve, because I did just that, and I thought I was flying at 40 MPH. My heart was pounding and never again would I be afraid of driving a standard shift.

So I later got my written permit the first time. The officer said to practice for a few weeks, then come back and get my license. So I did. I drove to Ottawa Baptist Church every Sunday. After a few services, I thought I was ready to get my license. Now if you're wondering if my Dad was a terrible Dad and didn't care, you're wrong. He loved me very much, but he just didn't have time for driving with me. He was a daylight to dark farmer.(Eleven Children to raise)

So Dad, trades a couple cows to get me a car that I thought was the greatest. It had wheels, gears, and a lot of rust. The car was a 1953 Plymouth 3 speed. I took the driver's test at Mt. Vernon. Sorry I don't remember the Officer's name who gave me the test, but that day I didn't remember much of anything except the test. We started out smooth and the officer told me to turn right. I had my signal on and was proud of myself. The officer seemed a bit uneasy and looked over at me and said to stop.
He Said,"Son where do you think you are, in England?" "You have been in the center of the road every since we left. Someone will hit you, and we will have a wreck. Take us back to the courthouse and come back when you can drive." I was killed. That day I learned what the the right and left side of the road. Never again would I drive on the wrong side of the road.

A few weeks later, I went back as proud as a peacock. I took that officer through the coarse without a hitch. We came back to the starting point, and he said now all you have to do is parallel park. I looked over at him and ask how to do that.   He explained to pull up the parked car and back up and park behind the other parked car. How hard could that be. I slipped into reverse and back we went. He didn't say to stay off the curb and sidewalk. Again he politely says practice your parking and come back in a few weeks. Well, I very upset now. So Dad did get some tobacco sticks out and that's what I used to practice parallel parking. A few weeks later, I go back to Mt. Vernon, and I'm scared that something else was going to come up. When we got there, the officer was in his car, so I pulled up along side him and parked behind him. He acted like he never saw me park. I took the test and when it came time to park, he said take us back to the courthouse. My heart sank. I had failed again. When we pulled up to the courthouse, the officer gave me a piece of paper and told me to go to Clifford Bales and get my license. I felt like hugging his neck.   I got my license. (This is a true story and all names are actual)(Later, I'll tell you the experience of my first Car)
Your DJ
Charlie Napier

We just saw my old buddy Glenn McFarland off on dec.16,2009 after him losing a long battle with cancer.I first met Glenn in 1997 and he and his wife Glenda and me and my wife Pat soon became inseparable friends. I don't believe that I ever met a more decent man than Glenn. We all cruised togther and acted like kids,dancing,joking and just having a good time.I could tell a thousand stories about Glenn but I'll leave you with this one.

We were heading up the Mountain Parkway one saturday afternoon going to a cruise in Stanton. I was in front in my 64 Olds Cutlass,with Glenn following.Every so often I would check in my mirror to see if his old red and white 54 Chevy was still there.{You know how quick these old cars can act up}. We started down a long grade and I looked back and just barely could see Glenn way back at the top of the hill. I slowed down thinking that something may be wrong. Well,there wasn't--he was coming on hard! I could see the outline of his foot in the grille of that old 54,and he was sailin'. At the time his old car was original with the old 235 six ( he later rodded it ).Then it hit me. He had lagged back to get a run and go at me so he could pass me and then laugh and brag about ot all night. Well that wasn't going to happen if I had anything to do with it.. I set my foot in that old 330 Olds. The 4 barrel probably hadn't been kicked in in over a year. Bull bats,last years leaves, and black soot poured out of my old Cutlass,but she squatted and went. He didn't make around me,but we raced along for maybe a mile or so. We had no sooner slowed back down when we passed a state trooper sitting with his radar out. Pat and Glenda rode us all night,telling us that if we had been caught for racing that they would just let us set in jail because they wouldn't have gotten us out.

I know that a lot of you cruisers don't remember us,but the old timers will. I miss Glenn and I'm hurting,but I know that someday Glenn,Glenda,Pat and I will cruise again together in Heaven ,never more to part. Bye for now Ol' Buddy---I'll see you soon. Save me a spot and have the coffee ready. Wayne Riddle

           My first car was a three speed 1953 Plymouth. It was full of rust, but it was a real treat to get to go on my own. I had to sell my very best calf, worked in tobacco, grew some pepper, and mowed yards to get enough money to own my first wheels. Even though my wheels weren't very pretty, they seem to roll like everyone elses. I wouldn't take her to school, because it lacked the class of Larry Gooch's 1957 Chevy. Little did I know they would someday meet in the parking lot at school.
My brother-in-law, Charles Baker Bray, who is deceased now, saw me polishing the rusty car. He always had a great sense of humor.
He said, "Cleaning er up".
I replied,"Uh hum, going to church."
Charlie was a painter for TrailMobile Trucking Company in Cincinnati, Ohio. He ask me how I would like to have her painted.
I burst out with a big grin and said, "You will paint it."
Yes, he replied.
Then I suddenly remembered I didn't have any paint or money to buy any paint. Charlie recognized the body language and probably realized I was broke.
"Well", he said, "I have a gallon of paint in my garage.
For the next couple of weekends my brother-in-law worked on my car body to fix some of the holes in it. He was pretty good. He also had all the bond dough it took to fill those huge holes. A point I would like to make here is that my sister Amanda and Charlie Bray never missed a weekend coming home from Cincinnati. When Friday came, Kentucky was calling. Now, I wondered how on earth they stood that life style.
Week three rolled around and Charlie brought down his paint sprayer, and we borrowed somebody's compressor. When Charlie started to pour the paint in the can, I thought it was going to be a very light brown. Boy, did I ever get a surprise. When it dried, it was a brilliant GOLD. Yes, I now had a Plymouth with a lot of class. I thanked him about a dozen times. I couldn't wait to take it to school.
Well, to get her to school, I had to get Dad's permission. Dad thought that the school bus was the only way to get his children to school. So I asked, and he said yes. Boy, I was shocked.
It was an Autumn Friday, and the ski didn't have a cloud in it. Back then it seemed the sky was bluer and the sun was brighter. I want ever forget pulling in that day at school. Everyone shot a glance at my gold 53 Plymouth with no rust. Man, I felt like a man for the first time. No one really said much, but that didn't matter. The car was slick and solid gold. The rest of the day was fairly typical. Classes, work, and checking out the girls. It was 3:00 O'Clock, and I was ready to beat everyone out the door to be the first one to pull out of the parking lot.   So I hurried out the back door. What I saw next, all but caused my heart to have a sinking spell. Some of my wonderful buddies at school(Never did know who) had taken some white shoe polish and written GOLDFINGER on my front window. Since I never got to go to any movies, I didn't know there was a movie by James Bond call Goldfinger. I grabbed my shirt and frantically begin to wipe off the shoe polish. Everyone had a good laugh at my car, and needless to say it had a new name,GOLDFINGER.
Remember, I metioned Larry Gooch earlier. Well Larry today is a very successful car dealers that is located just across the road from the Rockcastle County High School. Larry and I could swap a bunch of stories, but he's not here to defend himself, so I'll spare that.
Our school sent out a note to all the teachers to remind us of a car wash on Saturday. I worked like crazy all week so Dad would let me go work the fund raiser. So he did.
We were just a bunch of silly young people having a good time and looking for the opposite attraction. Deborah Watson, who's father ran a local funeral service, came to the car wash that day.
She said, "Charlie, let me drive your car". WOW, a real girl wanted to drive my car. So I tried to be as cool as I could when I said yes.
Remember, I have just learned to drive a three speed with a clutch, got it painted, and made it to my first social event. Deborah jumped in and ask ME what to do.
I said, "Mash the gas and let the clutch off".
She did exactly what I said. We took off straight around the corner of the building.   STRAIGHT
I saw Larry Gooch in his 57 Chevy(his brother's car). All I could do now is just watch in panic. We plowed right into the front of his Chevy. I jumped out with tears running down my face. No money, no car, and my Dad would most likely chew me out for a whole month. Well it didn't turn out that way at all. Mr. Frank Watson, whom I want ever forget, told Dad he would buy me another car and pay for the damage to Larry's Chevy. He just saved a young man's life........My next story will be about the next car......
DJ Charlie Napier

          Being a farm boy was a very rich and rewarding life. The farm had real science lessons all the time. Let's look at a typical day in my life at the age
          fourteen. I started the day around daybreak in the morning. I went with Dad to do the milking and feeding of our farm animal. I really enjoyed milk
          ing those cows. I even thought I was pretty good when I learned to milk with both hands. After milking and feeding, I came back home to a loving
          mother who had breakfast ready. Breakfast consisted of gravey, biscuits, milk, and home grown eggs.
          As time slips by, I have to press on.. I'm getting my bath. We didn't have any inside plumbing. We had three rooms and a path. So taking a bath
          consisted of washing off in a washpan. Boy, on those cold winter morning, after bathing off with a washcloth in ice cold water, I was ready for
          school. I'm now in a hurry. I've got about a mile to walk to catch the bus.
          Riding the school bus was a venture as it is now. We would catch the bus on Dug Hill. It was about an hour and one half ride. We did respect
          our school bus driver, Mr. Houk.
           My parents didn't get to go to school, but they taught me that education was important. When I got to school, I felt like there was a purpose
          for being there, so I did get my education. Schools then didn't have the drug and discipline problems we have today in many schools. The saying
          was, " if you get one at school, you would get another one when you got home if my parents found out." Needless to say, I never got into many
          things at school. Dad only whipped me really hard one time. I never forgot, and I loved and respected him dearly.
          After returning home, if I worked really hard to get the feeding, milking, and carry in some wood and coal, I got to watch the Long Ranger on a
          black and white TV that was pretty snowy. But what the heck, I didn't have anything to compare it too, so I thought it was good. Oh, mom also
          insisted I do my homework.
          Well, I stated above that the farm had some real science lessons. One was my hog raising. Since we didn't have alot of money, Mom and Dad
           taught me the common sense way to do things. Dad gave me a girley pig. I raised her into a sow. The sow raised me several litters of pigs.
           Well, Dad then taught me how to approach people to make a sell. I was pretty good at it. I also had a cow that I raised several calves from.
           The farm animals had a good business lesson for me.
           The days of raising tobacco, corn, and hay also taught me that I didn't want to continue all my life working this hard on a farm. The value of
          my education became clearer to me as the days went by. Many times Dad would say if you get this done, we'll go fishing.   That worked for me.
          I would chop out a tobacco patch at good pace.
           Life on the farm left me with many wonderful memories of a hard working family that gave the Amercian Dream all she had. Dad really did
           prosper in this lifetime. He, along with the help of eleven children, worked out and paid for three farms.
           I still own two acres of the homeplace on Dug Hill. I occassionlly go back to remember a day gone by but not forgotten. DJ

My getting started into entertainment would go back to the days of Barbara Owens, a math teacher at Brodhead High School. It wasn't the
          math. She was one of the most fun teachers in the building. Each year she would do a Hoot N Annie. We just got out on the stage and would
          do our best to get the crowd to like us. I got me a guitar and started learing some cords. I remember one day when this fellow came to do a
           program. He would get students up and hypnotize them. He called me to come up. He said his words of trances to me and said now you're
           going to go out there and sing just a little of You Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog. You know what, I did and the student body gave me a
           big applause. This tripped a wire in my brain that I didn't even know was there.
           To cut through the chase, I was teaching school many years later at Mt. Vernon Elementary School. I had Pete Stamper's, son in the fifth
           grade. Pete was a local radio personailty and commedian in Renfro Valley. I had met with Pete on some concerns, and Pete said,
           "Want come down to the radio on Saturday."
I said, "Sure".
           I had also met Old Joe Clark on a school trip to the radio station. Old Joe had let some of us on the mike to say hi...

           Pete, however, did something I totally didn't expect. He ask me to sit down in his radio chair. He said, "I'm gonna go get me a cup of
          coffee and I'll be right back. You should have heard the racket. I scrapped needles across records and sit there totally scared to death.
           By the time Pete got back, I felt Numb. Pete ask me to come backtime. I came back every Saturday. Pete finally ask for an
           hour program for me from the station manager, J Howl Smith in Nashville. He granted me the program. Pete said, " Well, you'll have to
           have a radio name." He brought me on WRVK as Country Charlie. To this day, my friends and neighbors, call me Country
           Charlie. Country Charlie would be that until 1987.

           My first year in the classroom was a one room school in Brushcreek, Ky. named Johnetta. The superintendent of Rockcastle Co. Schools
            said if I could stay there for a year I would have a job in Mt. Vernon the next year. This was the end of the one schools in our school system.
           My first day on the job I met my first 9 students. Click Here for Picture
           The second child on my left would become my doctor and I credit her for saving my life during some difficult times(Doctor Karen B Saylor).
           It was strange coming into a classroom and becoming a teacher, cook, janitor, nurse, music teacher, and P.E. teacher. Well, the girls figure
           out in a couple of weeks that we would starve to death if they continued to eat my cooking. So Vickie and Elaine approach me about fixing
           lunch. I knew it may be for the best. So I turned over the cooking to the girls and guess what, we had some of the best meals I've ever eaten.
           Well you might wander what the boys did. We had to have water. So they would go a good ways up the road to a spring and bring fresh water
           every day. No the girls could not go with them.
           I soon learned that teaching was a hard job with 4 grade levels to teach. I also learned to move to the next rather quickly to get the work done..
           The parents met me the first day. Glen Bullock and George Radar came to me and said if I would teach their children, they would see to it
           that no one would bother me or their children. They daily checked on the school. Only having 9 children made me grow really close to them.
           I remember all their names.
           We had a normal school day, and everyday was fun. I felt almost like a father to them.
           Have to tell you this one on me. I came in one cold frosty morning. I fired up the stove. I opened it up to put out some quick heat. The
           students came in. So we all just gathered around the stove to warm and greet each other good morning. It was so cold , It felt a little drafty
           in the room. The students started to sniggering. Then laughing right out loud.
           I asked, "What are you all laughing about".
           Mitchel finally got the nerve to tell me.. Back then my pants I wore were polyester. While warming my rear,. I had gotten a little to close to
           the stove. I had melted a spot in the back of my pants.. Having no one to call, I had to do something. I had an extra shrit, so I hung it over
           the backside. The students never let me live this one down.
           Starting in the one room school was an experience that I would never forget. The experiences I learned that year would set me up for a
           career in teaching school.
           The one room school was gone after that year(I think 1972). I went back a few year later and took a picture of the school, its outside Johns,
           and had Mitch Tolle Gallery in Berea to matt and frame it. It's a reminder of a school, a career, and a group of children who touched my life
           as much as I touched theirs.

Charlie, Here is another neon moment... Learning to drive, along with other memorabilia!! Our TV shows were I Love Lucy, Roy Rogers, Fury, Lassie, The Real McCoys, National Velvet, Ozzie & Harriet, Bonanza, Gunsmoke, Father Knows Best, Leave it to Beaver, Dennis the Menace, Mickey Mouse Club, and Wagon Train, to name a few. All in splendid black & white viewing of course. Hula hoops made such a hit with all the kids and contests were held at school. We also played jacks, marbles and paper dolls. We grew up spinning the 45rpm's of Elvis!! During the 60's, we tuned into American Bandstand on Saturdays and walked to the little Town Theater after church on Sunday. Then, we began learning to drive. Oh Wow, now we could drive on the real highway! Dad had always allowed me to drive through the gates on the farm when I could barely see over the steering wheel. Somehow, I learned to point that old car in the right direction. I almost became a good farmer too, while tagging along just to drive through the gates. Ironically, ever since then, the car seems to know the way on its own. It was my Mother who taught me to appreciate a driver's license. Along with driving, came other privileges, such as getting that first after school job and baby sitting on weekends. Then, we could go to the ball games and hang out at the local Dinner Bell Restaurant. The owners of the Dinner Bell Restaurant had virtually adopted the teens from the entire school system. They surely had a lot of patience, because they couldn't have made any money from all the cola-sipping-teens who loitered the restaurant for endless hours on weekends, feeding quarters to the jukebox. Skyliner www.57skyliner.com

This is the Orginal Greasers. We'll be posting their story about how they help to start the car show industry in Kentucky. Dear Charlie, Here's the story for you. Bonnie Harris In July 2001 a reunion was held for the Greasers Car Club. Ron Turpin, Ray Thore, Larry Dishon, and Larry Ferguson, all charter members of the club came together to remember "the good ole days". They were joined by Bob Harris who became a member a year after the club began. The Greasers Car Club had their first car show in October 1985. Over the next 8 years, they had very successful car shows each October that provided Cardinal Hill Hospital Preschool with a lot of funds for their program. The five members and some of their wives enjoyed reminiscing on that Sunday afternoon at a car show in Berea, Kentucky. It is really fun to find out how their club began. The individual members of the Greasers Car Club got acquainted when they began to meet each other while attending car shows with their unique show cars and trucks. They became friends. Eventually they (not just the guys but also their wives) all began to meet at Larry Dishon’s body shop every weekend to head out together to a different car show. "We went to maybe 20 shows a year" one member’s wife explained to me. "It was what we did every weekend." Other members of the club continued the narrative of how the club got started, "there was one particular car show that we all attended where none of us would ever place or receive a trophy. It was pretty frustrating, and one year, just for fun, we decided to try and get the prize for the club with the most members present. We counted our group and had 13 in it. Someone said they’d go and turn in our "club" participation count, but then someone asked, "we have to have a name, what are we going to call ourselves?" "Looks like a bunch of Greasers to me," Larry Dishon replied, and with that the club was named. So, with a name, the club decided that since other car clubs organized car shows, they ought to try their hand at it too. They had the first car show at Fort Boonesboro State Park in October 1985. After all of the expenses were covered, there was $918 left. They wanted the proceeds to go to a charity. However, they didn’t quite know which charity to choose, so they just kept the money for a while until the decision could be made. That same fall the Greasers attended the Pumpkin Run Car Show in Owensville, Ohio. The car show benefited the Down Syndrome Hospital. There was a special award for the hospital poster child’s favorite car. That year Ray Thore’s ‘32 Blue Chevy was the poster child’s favorite. Ray got a huge trophy, and the child got to ride in the car he had chosen. Ray gave the 10 year old boy who was the poster child a ride around the track. "He wanted to drive my car" Ray explained with a smile. "I let him sit in my lap while we made 2 laps around the fairground track. It was a dirt track and we really stirred up the dust." Ray recalled. The fact that the poster child had chosen his car caused Ray to treasure the trophy more than any of the numerous trophies he had won in the past. The personal contact with this child who would benefit from the proceeds of the car show led the Greasers to choose a children’s charity to be the recipient of their car show proceeds. Ron Turpin had contact with someone from Cardinal Hill Hospital in his business. This in turn led to other members meeting with Cardinal Hill and choosing the preschool program to receive the $918 proceeds they had from their first car show. Cardinal Hill Preschool received the proceeds each year. The amounts raised varied with the top year resulting in a gift of approximately $25,000 for the Preschool. There were major sponsors who each donated $2,500 each year to the car show. McDonalds of Central and Southeastern Kentucky was the first major sponsor. Then WVLK-FM Radio station K-93 and SuperAmerica also became major sponsors. K-93 gave the Greasers all of the publicity they wanted on the radio. In later years S & S Tire also joined as a major sponsor. There were many other businesses who provided money to cover the expenses or merchandise for the prizes. "We had GREAT sponsors! Because of all of the support we received from sponsors, we had $5,000 after all expenses had been paid before the car show began in 1993 which was the last year that we had the show," Ron Turpin said. Ron was the first to mention that the wives of the club members were a tremendous help and support for the car show. "We couldn’t have done it without them!" he said with a great sense of appreciation. The wives had enjoyed going to car shows with their husbands and were a part of the group that originally formed the club. Over the years they took care of the registration shelter on car show day, contacted many businesses to get door prizes donated for the show, helped to cook and serve at some of the chilli suppers and many other things. Ray Thore’s wife, Betty, had experience in organizing fundraisers for charitable organizations which was a very valuable asset to the club and their car shows. Although the radio did provide advertising for the show, distributing fliers about the car show at other car shows was the main way they announced their show. They thought the first year was a success when they had 241 cars. What a surprise the second year when there were 627 cars to judge! After that the entries were between 700 and a 1000 cars each year. The car show was held at Fort Boonesboro State Park each year. This location was very familiar to Ron Turpin who worked next door at the Boonesboro Quarry. Robert Wilson, park manager and a friend of Ron’s was happy to work with the club to get approval from the state to hold the first car show ever at this state park. The location continued to be ideal since Robert and all of his employees were very supportive and helpful. As the show grew, the park personnel were a valuable asset because they helped on car show days with parking the huge number of spectators that came, security, and anything else that was needed to help the show run smoothly. Pre-registration was encouraged by the Greaser’s flier with the promise of a free t-shirt and dash plaque. Then the Greasers decided another draw might be a Saturday night supper for those who pre-registered. Although this was in their thoughts and plans for a couple of years, it didn’t really materialize until the fourth year when Greaser, Ray Thore, provided the cooker and meat for a huge pig roast. This was delicious, but also a lot of work for the small car club, so in the following years there were chilli suppers with others like Wendy’s restaurant or the local Lions Club providing the food. There was a lot of work involved on car show day, and really just a handful of Greasers to do it. Several Greasers laughed as they recalled how exhausted they were after the shows. " My legs and feet felt like they were rubber after all of the walking to judge the cars," one member stated. At first the cars were divided into classes and judged that way, but as the number of entries increased the decision was made that awarding trophies to the top 100 cars was an easier and perhaps fairer way to recognize the outstanding cars. The Greasers Car Show was the first to have a two-day show. "After several years we decided to have a two day show because there were just too many cars to judge in one day," one member explained. The reunion was full of good memories for the Greasers. So, what happened? The club had come into existence rather spontaneously, and just as quickly the club disbanded because the members had other interests and demands in their personal lives. However, the children cared for at the Cardinal Hill Preschool will probably benefit for the rest of their lives because of a bunch of guys who called themselves "the Greasers".

62 Chevy When I was young and just a small boy I wanted to own a great big toy, When I was sixteen, in a car magazine Was the prettiest thing that I'd ever seen. The body style I don't recall, but I did remember that 62 Chevy! A poor farm boy from Eastern KY Drove a pick-up truck if he was lucky. Four years later when I was twenty, Uncle Sam called, said he had plenty. I went overseas and when I came home, Had a wife and a baby and a G.I. loan. Went to schoo, took a two year course, Worked 32 years driving back and forth. Now I'm old and my hair's turned grey, With that 62 Chevy in my drive-way, With a 327 under the hood, four barrell and duel's, It runs really good. She's blue in color, with all the chrome, Sets up in the front and the back real low. Has knock-off spinners that covers the wheels, And racing flags and a big shiny grill. Inside color real light blue, with bucket Seats and a console too! And just in case you happen to roll, A padded dash and grab bar to hold! Now who would have thought that That little boy!!!!!!!!! Would grow up to have a Super Sport Toy!!!!! Darrell Combs-Richmond, Kentucky
The History of the Southern Knights of Central Kentucky Southern Knights of Central Kentucky Car Club was started in July 1989 in a small livingroom in Scott County by Bob Metcalf, Jim Mulchay, and Bill Sexton. The first meeting was at Dairy Freeze Restaurant in Georgetown, Kentucky. Within three months the meetings had to be moved to Frisch's Restaurant in Georgetown due to the number of People joining. Our First Car Show was held in June 1990 at Cardome Center in Georgetown with 204 cars attending(30 classes and 10 Specialty Trophies) and Charlie Napier as The "DJ to the Cars". This would become an annual event for some years to come. Our First Cruise was held July 1990 at McDonalds Restaurant on Connector Road in Georgetown with 58 cars attending and Charlie Napier spinning those "Moldy Oldies". The membership by the middle of 1991 had grown to 55 families and it was time to find a larger meeting place, so Golden Coral Steak House was the next stop. Ronald McDonald House was also taken on as our club's main charity in 1991. In 1993 the club had grown to a staggering 123 families, and it was time to move the meetings to a very much larger place, Cardome Center in Georgetown. In 1995 the club was asked by Cardinal Hill Hospital to help with the car show at Fort Boonesborough State Park(Better known as the Greasers Car Show). The Greasers did the show for Cardinal Hill Hospital for many years before electing not to do it any more. In 1996 Cardinal Hill Hospital drops the show 7 weeks before the gates open. The Southern Knights of Central Kentucky elected to take on this show and put it on using the same dates, with no backing whatsoever and only a few hand out items from Valvoline because it was so late in the year. It took a BIG SET OF U KNOW WHATS to try and pull this off. This show now known as the "Boonesborough Boogie". By the year 2000, the show had been covered by national magazines and had achieved the status of a "National Event". Major sponsors for this event are O'reilly Auto Parts and of Course McDonalds Corp. At this time the Southern Knights of Central Kentucky have been able to donate $107, 000 to the Ronald McDonald House in Lexington, KY. and $5000 to Toys for Tots and $1600 to S.C.A.R.S(Scott County Amateur Radio Service) from this event REMEMBER, "NEVER DRIVE FASTER THAN YOUR ANGEL CAN FLY" THANK YOU ART BIGELOW, VICE PRESIDENT SOUTHERN KNIGHTS OF CENTRAL KENTUCKY

This is the Orginal Greasers. We'll be posting their story about how
they help to start the car show industry in Kentucky.

Dear Charlie,
Here's the story for you. Bonnie Harris

In July 2001 a reunion was held for the Greasers Car Club. Ron Turpin, Ray Thore, Larry Dishon, and Larry Ferguson, all charter members of the club came together to remember "the good ole days". They were joined by Bob Harris who became a member a year after the club began.

The Greasers Car Club had their first car show in October 1985. Over the next 8 years, they had very successful car shows each October that provided Cardinal Hill Hospital Preschool with a lot of funds for their program. The five members and some of their wives enjoyed reminiscing on that Sunday afternoon at a car show in Berea, Kentucky. It is really fun to find out how their club began.

The individual members of the Greasers Car Club got acquainted when they began to meet each other while attending car shows with their unique show cars and trucks. They became friends. Eventually they (not just the guys but also their wives) all began to meet at Larry Dishon’s body shop every weekend to head out together to a different car show. "We went to maybe 20 shows a year" one member’s wife explained to me. "It was what we did every weekend."

Other members of the club continued the narrative of how the club got started, "there was one particular car show that we all attended where none of us would ever place or receive a trophy. It was pretty frustrating, and one year, just for fun, we decided to try and get the prize for the club with the most members present. We counted our group and had 13 in it. Someone said they’d go and turn in our "club" participation count, but then someone asked, "we have to have a name, what are we going to call ourselves?" "Looks like a bunch of Greasers to me," Larry Dishon replied, and with that the club was named.

So, with a name, the club decided that since other car clubs organized car shows, they ought to try their hand at it too. They had the first car show at Fort Boonesboro State Park in October 1985. After all of the expenses were covered, there was $918 left. They wanted the proceeds to go to a charity. However, they didn’t quite know which charity to choose, so they just kept the money for a while until the decision could be made.

That same fall the Greasers attended the Pumpkin Run Car Show in Owensville, Ohio. The car show benefited the Down Syndrome Hospital. There was a special award for the hospital poster child’s favorite car. That year Ray Thore’s ‘32 Blue Chevy was the poster child’s favorite. Ray got a huge trophy, and the child got to ride in the car he had chosen. Ray gave the 10 year old boy who was the poster child a ride around the track. "He wanted to drive my car" Ray explained with a smile. "I let him sit in my lap while we made 2 laps around the fairground track. It was a dirt track and we really stirred up the dust." Ray recalled. The fact that the poster child had chosen his car caused Ray to treasure the trophy more than any of the numerous trophies he had won in the past. The personal contact with this child who would benefit from the proceeds of the car show led the Greasers to choose a children’s charity to be the recipient of their car show proceeds. Ron Turpin had contact with someone from Cardinal Hill Hospital in his business. This in turn led to other members meeting with Cardinal Hill and choosing the preschool program to receive the $918 proceeds they had from their first car show. Cardinal Hill Preschool received the proceeds each year. The amounts raised varied with the top year resulting in a gift of approximately $25,000 for the Preschool.

There were major sponsors who each donated $2,500 each year to the car show. McDonalds of Central and Southeastern Kentucky was the first major sponsor. Then WVLK-FM Radio station K-93 and SuperAmerica also became major sponsors. K-93 gave the Greasers all of the publicity they wanted on the radio. In later years S & S Tire also joined as a major sponsor. There were many other businesses who provided money to cover the expenses or merchandise for the prizes. "We had GREAT sponsors! Because of all of the support we received from sponsors, we had $5,000 after all expenses had been paid before the car show began in 1993 which was the last year that we had the show," Ron Turpin said.

Ron was the first to mention that the wives of the club members were a tremendous help and support for the car show. "We couldn’t have done it without them!" he said with a great sense of appreciation. The wives had enjoyed going to car shows with their husbands and were a part of the group that originally formed the club. Over the years they took care of the registration shelter on car show day, contacted many businesses to get door prizes donated for the show, helped to cook and serve at some of the chilli suppers and many other things. Ray Thore’s wife, Betty, had experience in organizing fundraisers for charitable organizations which was a very valuable asset to the club and
their car shows.

Although the radio did provide advertising for the show, distributing fliers about the car show at other car shows was the main way they announced their show. They thought the first year was a success when they had 241 cars. What a surprise the second year when there were 627 cars to judge! After that the entries were between 700 and a 1000 cars each year.

The car show was held at Fort Boonesboro State Park each year. This location was very familiar to Ron Turpin who worked next door at the Boonesboro Quarry. Robert Wilson, park manager and a friend of Ron’s was happy to work with the club to get approval from the state to hold the first car show ever at this state park. The location continued to be ideal since Robert and all of his employees were very supportive and helpful. As the show grew, the park personnel were a valuable asset because they helped on car show days with parking the huge number of spectators that came, security, and anything else that was needed to help the show run smoothly.

Pre-registration was encouraged by the Greaser’s flier with the promise of a free t-shirt and dash plaque. Then the Greasers decided another draw might be a Saturday night supper for those who pre-registered. Although this was in their thoughts and plans for a couple of years, it didn’t really materialize until the fourth year when Greaser, Ray Thore, provided the cooker and meat for a huge pig roast. This was delicious, but also a lot of work for the small car club, so in the following years there were chilli suppers with others like Wendy’s restaurant or the local Lions Club providing the food.

There was a lot of work involved on car show day, and really just a handful of Greasers to do it. Several Greasers laughed as they recalled how exhausted they were after the shows. " My legs and feet felt like they were rubber after all of the walking to judge the cars," one member stated. At first the cars were divided into classes and judged that way, but as the number of entries increased the decision was made that awarding trophies to the top 100 cars was an easier and perhaps fairer way to recognize the outstanding cars. The Greasers Car Show was the first to have a two-day show. "After several years we decided to have a two day show because there were just too many cars to judge in
one day," one member explained.

The reunion was full of good memories for the Greasers. So, what happened? The club had come into existence rather spontaneously, and just as quickly the club disbanded because the members had other interests and demands in their personal lives. However, the children cared for at the Cardinal Hill Preschool will probably benefit for the rest of their lives because of a bunch of guys who called themselves "the Greasers".

62 Chevy
When I was young and just a small boy
I wanted to own a great big toy,
When I was sixteen, in a car magazine
Was the prettiest thing that I'd ever seen.

The body style I don't recall, but I did remember that 62 Chevy!

A poor farm boy from Eastern KY
Drove a pick-up truck if he was lucky.
Four years later when I was twenty,
Uncle Sam called, said he had plenty.

I went overseas and when I came home,
Had a wife and a baby and a G.I. loan.
Went to schoo, took a two year course,
Worked 32 years driving back and forth.

Now I'm old and my hair's turned grey,
With that 62 Chevy in my drive-way,
With a 327 under the hood, four barrell and duel's,
It runs really good.

She's blue in color, with all the chrome,
Sets up in the front and the back real low.
Has knock-off spinners that covers the wheels,
And racing flags and a big shiny grill.

Inside color real light blue, with bucket
Seats and a console too!
And just in case you happen to roll,
A padded dash and grab bar to hold!

Now who would have thought that
That little boy!!!!!!!!!
Would grow up to have a Super Sport Toy!!!!!

Darrell Combs-Richmond, Kentucky

The History of the
Southern Knights of Central Kentucky

Southern Knights of Central Kentucky Car Club was started in July 1989 in a small livingroom in Scott County by Bob Metcalf, Jim Mulchay, and Bill Sexton. The first meeting was at Dairy Freeze Restaurant in Georgetown, Kentucky. Within three months the meetings had to be moved to Frisch's Restaurant in Georgetown due to the number of People joining. Our First Car Show was held in June 1990 at Cardome Center in Georgetown with 204 cars attending(30 classes and 10 Specialty Trophies) and Charlie Napier as The "DJ to the Cars". This would become an annual event for some years to come. Our First Cruise was held July 1990 at McDonalds Restaurant on Connector Road in Georgetown with 58 cars attending and Charlie Napier spinning those "Moldy Oldies". The membership by the middle of 1991 had grown to 55 families and it was time to find a larger meeting place, so Golden Coral Steak House was the next stop.
Ronald McDonald House was also taken on as our club's main charity in 1991.

In 1993 the club had grown to a staggering 123 families, and it was time to move the meetings to a very much larger place, Cardome Center in Georgetown. In 1995 the club was asked by Cardinal Hill Hospital to help with the car show at Fort Boonesborough State Park(Better known as the Greasers Car Show). The Greasers did the show for Cardinal Hill Hospital for many years before electing not to do it any more. In 1996 Cardinal Hill Hospital drops the show 7 weeks before the gates open. The Southern Knights of Central Kentucky elected to take on this show and put it on using the same dates, with no backing whatsoever and only a few hand out items from Valvoline because it was so late in the year. It took a BIG SET OF U KNOW WHATS to try and pull this off. This show now known as the "Boonesborough Boogie". By the year 2000, the show had been covered by national magazines and had achieved the status of a "National Event".

Major sponsors for this event are O'reilly Auto Parts and of Course McDonalds Corp. At this time the Southern Knights of Central Kentucky have been able to donate $107, 000 to the Ronald McDonald House in Lexington, KY. and $5000 to Toys for Tots and $1600 to S.C.A.R.S(Scott County Amateur Radio Service) from this event

REMEMBER, "NEVER DRIVE FASTER THAN YOUR ANGEL CAN FLY"

THANK YOU
ART BIGELOW, VICE PRESIDENT
SOUTHERN KNIGHTS OF CENTRAL KENTUCKY

DOUBLE TAKE MINIS STARTED IN 1991. THIS YOUNG GROUP IS STILL TOGETHER 10 YEARS LATER.(IN THEIR LATE 20'S AND EARLY 30'S) THIS STORY WILL BE COMING SOON.
THIS 1970 IMPALA SPORT COUPE WAS PURCHASED OCTOBER 1969 AT BRITTON CHEVROLET IN BEREA, KENTUCKY BY THE LATE FLOYD LONG OF MT. VERNON, KY. PRESENTLY THIS CAR IS OWNED BY JERRY AND CAROLYN NICLELY OF MT. VERNON, KY. IT IS POWERED BY A 345 HP TURBO -JET 454(1ST YEAR OF THE 454 IN THE IMPALAS). THE SPORT COUPE WAS THE REPLACEMENT FOR THE SS IN 1970. ORGINAL STICKER WAS $3149.00, SHIPPED FROM ST. LOUIS, MO ADDED $70.50, OPTIONS INCLUDED COST $1302.25, MAKING THE STICKER PRICE $4523.75. THE NICEYS HAVE THE ORIGINAL WINDOW STICKER, ORIGINAL CLASSIC BROADCAST COPY AND THE ORIGINAL BODY BROADCAST COPY, OWNERS MANUAL, PROTECTO PLATE, OPERATING INSTRUCTION FOR AM-FM RADIO AND WARRENTY BOOK. CAR WAS PURCHASED NEW BY CAROLYN'S FATHER. HER MOTHER DROVE THE CAR UNTIL 1995(MOTHER STILL LIVING AT THE AGE OF 92(SEPTEMBER, 2009) WHEN SHE QUIT DRIVING WE GOT THE CAR FROM HER MOTHER. THE CAR IS THE ORIGINAL COLOR INSIDE AND OUT. STILL HAS ORGINAL FLOOR MATT AND DOOR EDGE GUARDS. VERY RARE CAR SINCE VERY FEW 454 CUBIC INCH ENGINES PUT IN THE 1970. UNABLE TO FIND THE EXACT NUMBER OF SPORT COUPES PRODUCED WITH THE 454. JERRY/CAROLYN NICELY MAY GOD BLESS
In the 50's & 60"s In Grants Pass it was safe to walk anywhere no matter the time of day. If a stranger came to town they really stood out. Our city was 17 blocks from one end to the other. Main street was a two way street and led directly to Larry's drive inn. Even on the days (Christmas and Thanksgiving), the owners Larry and Cora Bassett would close their business, it would still be busy with us kids. It was definately our place. It was the era when guys valued thier cars over their girlfriends. Dust was not allowed. NO WAY! I remember they all had those cute little black Skunk deodorizers hanging in their cars. The most beautiful car I can remember was a shiney dark green and white 56 Chevy Impala lowered in the front with laker pipes. It was HOT! and so was the driver Don Burnison. He is now a top hydro plane boat racer. Another Hot car was a shiney black 49 Ford that the kids all named THE BEAST. When its owner Jerry Sullivan would drive into Larry's drive inn the whole covered canopy would vibrate. The last time I saw, it was up near Portland, Oregon. Still groovy. It also had a 54 Merc. grill. I couldn't leave out another sweet number. Jim Brockson's pearl white 56 Oldsmobile. It must have had 14 coats of laquer on it. It was georgous. We called it the GHOST. Driving down main street, every light reflected off of it. It is truly a ghost now as someone tossed a cigarette out the window. It blew back in and totally burned up the GHOST. SO SAD!!! It was a fun era and we did get wild at times. We generally had a case of Oly or a bottle of Thunder Bird wine in the trunk of the car. Our other pass time was drag racing. Of course Burnison's Chevy and the Beast were our hottest in the 50's. Burnison later won Grand Sweep Stakes for his Chevy. The most beautiful car in southern Oregon.

DOUBLE TAKE MINIS STARTED IN 1991. THIS YOUNG GROUP IS STILL TOGETHER 10 YEARS LATER.(IN THEIR LATE 20'S AND EARLY 30'S) THIS STORY WILL BE COMING SOON.

THIS 1970 IMPALA SPORT COUPE WAS PURCHASED OCTOBER 1969 AT BRITTON CHEVROLET IN BEREA, KENTUCKY BY THE LATE FLOYD LONG OF MT. VERNON, KY. PRESENTLY THIS CAR IS OWNED BY JERRY AND CAROLYN NICLELY OF MT. VERNON, KY. IT IS POWERED BY A 345 HP TURBO -JET 454(1ST YEAR OF THE 454 IN THE IMPALAS). THE SPORT COUPE WAS THE REPLACEMENT FOR THE SS IN 1970. ORGINAL STICKER WAS $3149.00, SHIPPED FROM ST. LOUIS, MO ADDED $70.50, OPTIONS INCLUDED COST $1302.25, MAKING THE STICKER PRICE $4523.75. THE NICEYS HAVE THE ORIGINAL WINDOW STICKER, ORIGINAL CLASSIC BROADCAST COPY AND THE ORIGINAL BODY BROADCAST COPY, OWNERS MANUAL, PROTECTO PLATE, OPERATING INSTRUCTION FOR AM-FM RADIO AND WARRENTY BOOK. CAR WAS PURCHASED NEW BY CAROLYN'S FATHER. HER MOTHER DROVE THE CAR UNTIL 1995(MOTHER STILL LIVING AT THE AGE OF 92(SEPTEMBER, 2009) WHEN SHE QUIT DRIVING WE GOT THE CAR FROM HER MOTHER. THE CAR IS THE ORIGINAL COLOR INSIDE AND OUT. STILL HAS ORGINAL FLOOR MATT AND DOOR EDGE GUARDS. VERY RARE CAR SINCE VERY FEW 454 CUBIC INCH ENGINES PUT IN THE 1970. UNABLE TO FIND THE EXACT NUMBER OF SPORT COUPES PRODUCED WITH THE 454.
JERRY/CAROLYN NICELY
MAY GOD BLESS

In the 50's & 60"s In Grants Pass it was safe to walk anywhere no matter the time of day. If a stranger came to town they really stood out. Our city was 17 blocks from one end to the other. Main street was a two way street and led directly to Larry's drive inn. Even on the days (Christmas and Thanksgiving), the owners Larry and Cora Bassett would close their business, it would still be busy with us kids. It was definately our place. It was the era when guys valued thier cars over their girlfriends. Dust was not allowed. NO WAY! I remember they all had those cute little black Skunk deodorizers hanging in their cars. The most beautiful car I can remember was a shiney dark green and white 56 Chevy Impala lowered in the front with laker pipes. It was HOT! and so was the driver Don Burnison. He is now a top hydro plane boat racer. Another Hot car was a shiney black 49 Ford that the kids all named THE BEAST. When its owner Jerry Sullivan would drive into Larry's drive inn the whole covered canopy would vibrate. The last time I saw, it was up near Portland, Oregon. Still groovy. It also had a 54 Merc. grill. I couldn't leave out another sweet number. Jim Brockson's pearl white 56 Oldsmobile. It must have had 14 coats of laquer on it. It was georgous. We called it the GHOST. Driving down main street, every light reflected off of it. It is truly a ghost now as someone tossed a cigarette out the window. It blew back in and totally burned up the GHOST. SO SAD!!! It was a fun era and we did get wild at times. We generally had a case of Oly or a bottle of Thunder Bird wine in the trunk of the car. Our other pass time was drag racing. Of course Burnison's Chevy and the Beast were our hottest in the 50's. Burnison later won Grand Sweep Stakes for his Chevy. The most beautiful car in southern Oregon.