Oh, I miss you my brother. Who is going to hike the Plum Creek hills with me now when I return to Sioux Land? We spent our childhood exploring those hills. They will always have your footprints...
Looking through these many names today and memories of Kevin Duling started flowing in. I do remember spending time up in the hills of Plum Creek as Leslie (Crim) stated above as well. When we were in maybe 6th grade or so Kevin and I were walking up Plum Creek Rd one day from his house to mine, crossing a bridge over the creek when we heard a weak voice calling out for help from below. We saw an old man lying down there who had fallen, I cannot remember his name. He lived alone in a house where you could see the ground between his floor boards. Apparently he had fallen from near his house and tumbled down the steep bank to the creek. Kevin and I saw an old wheelbarrow next to his house and for some reason decided it was a good idea to put him in it, and we pushed and pulled him back up to his house. We carried him into the house, laid him on his bed, and realizing he had no phone, we ran for help. I will always remember both of our hearts beating as we tried to figure out what to do the moment we saw the man laying there, and how flushed red Kevin’s face would get whenever he was excited :0). I am sure mine was that day too.
RIP Kevin, enjoying my memories of those days with you.
Jeffrey Watt Wooldridge
Still miss you Jose...Don't worry I still have Central High artifacts you gave me to store Pancho
Leslie A. Crim (Blake)
Oh, I miss you my brother. Who is going to hike the Plum Creek hills with me now when I return to Sioux Land? We spent our childhood exploring those hills. They will always have your footprints...
G. Thomas Call
RIP bro! Had some good times together!
Rick Dennler
Looking through these many names today and memories of Kevin Duling started flowing in. I do remember spending time up in the hills of Plum Creek as Leslie (Crim) stated above as well. When we were in maybe 6th grade or so Kevin and I were walking up Plum Creek Rd one day from his house to mine, crossing a bridge over the creek when we heard a weak voice calling out for help from below. We saw an old man lying down there who had fallen, I cannot remember his name. He lived alone in a house where you could see the ground between his floor boards. Apparently he had fallen from near his house and tumbled down the steep bank to the creek. Kevin and I saw an old wheelbarrow next to his house and for some reason decided it was a good idea to put him in it, and we pushed and pulled him back up to his house. We carried him into the house, laid him on his bed, and realizing he had no phone, we ran for help. I will always remember both of our hearts beating as we tried to figure out what to do the moment we saw the man laying there, and how flushed red Kevin’s face would get whenever he was excited :0). I am sure mine was that day too.
RIP Kevin, enjoying my memories of those days with you.