Whatever become of kids' clubhouses that were once so prevalent among young fellows?
My late Aunt & Uncle, Nell & Ernie Riley, used to have chickens and decided it was cheaper to buy their eggs than maintain their Plymouth Rock hens. As a result I inherited their chicken house located at the south-east corner of what is now Polito's Used Car lot on Queen St. Plans were now in motion to convert it to a boys' clubhouse.
It wasn't too long before I recruited Jack and Harvey Marks, Allan & John Dainard, Bill Goodman, Ron Kennedy, Ken Wilson, Leroy Eager, Harry Hawkins, Bob Horslen and some other fellows to form a club with the chicken house being our meeting place.
After thoroughly cleaning it out we set up an old table where the president and members of the board of directors would sit while conducting meetings pertaining to God knows what.
I happen to have a flag, from some country I fail to recall, when one of the fellows suggested we use this flag as a symbol of our club to be known as the "Pals".
We wondered where we could obtain a flagstaff to fly the flag from. One of the lads came up with the idea that Joe Staples, who was foreman at L.A. Wadell Lumber Co. located on King St., where Dr. Sobrien's office is now located, might give us some one-square inch poles that had been ends from boards that had been cut.
These poles were about six feet long and we figured if we nailed three of them together we would have a pole high enough to see our flag from a considerable distance that would indicate some of the fellows were available for a meeting.
Well, after nailing the poles together we had about a fifteen-footer. Next we got a rubber ball and nailed it to the top and one of the fellows came up with a small pulley that was nailed about two inches down from the ball. We then ran some binder twine through the pulley and hoisted our flag pole up in the air.
Being proud of what we had accomplished we stood back to admire our accomplishment. All agreed we had done a wonderful job and how nice the flag looked over our clubhouse.
As we sat inside, holding an important meeting, we heard a sudden snap and a crash! Racing outside to see what had happened, our flagpole and flag were lying on the ground!
What we had failed to take into account was the pole versus the wind with the wind winning breaking it into several pieces.
Our flag was hung from the wall inside the clubhouse never to fly again.