Thursday, November 9, 2017

Garden Green Dragon Football

Garden High School had more than its share of glory in the ’50’s on the basketball court, winning three State titles, and reaching the State playoffs two other years.  Easy for me to see why thousands return each year on Garden Day.  How could they ever forget such accomplishments! 

              They can’t! And then to hear about how the hundreds of fans that couldn’t attend the games, traveled to the Red Jacket Coal Company office to get telephone reports of the games.(Phone service was almost non-existent at that time.) Loved the story that David Miller told me about the championship game with Madison in March of 1950, which started off the decade of the 50’s with a bang for Garden. David said that his Dad, Sherman, became offended by one Madison fan, and that finally, his dad told the fan that he knew Garden was going to win and that he would bet him $10. Put up or shut up type deal. Garden was trailing by five points at the time with only thirty seconds to go in the game.
          
       “I’ll take that bet,” said the man, and as luck would have it, for the Dragons anyway, Garden closed the gap to a one point deficit with just a few seconds remaining on the clock. The ball was inbounded to Leon ‘Shot’ McClanahan at half-court. 

        Shot threw up a prayer just before time ran out, and the prayer was answered, for the shot was right on for a most unlikely championship win! The shot heard around the state by Leon “Shotgun” McClanahan, often shortened to Shot.
Wow! You can’t make this stuff up! How ironic that a guy named Shot would make the winning shot!

        As fans and players mobbed Shot, David recalls that the Madison fan reluctantly gave his Dad the ten bucks…
“And Dad took that $20 and gave it to Shot!” David said.

       David was about seven  years old at the time, and his younger brother Bill, who was the MVP for the Garden Green Dragon basketball team in 1963, was too young for the trip. most likely.

      Here’s another bit of good fortune for Sherman Miller. On Thursday the 23rd of April in 1938, Sherman was working at Red Jacket Coal Company (This was the date of the Red Jacket mine explosion that killed 45 miners.) Sherman had jury duty that day, and when he got off jury duty, he stopped by the Red Jacket office to see if they wanted him to work that evening. They told him that they had enough men for the evening shift, and Sherman Miller went home, not realizing until that evening how very fortunate he was, but devastated by what happened. From his house, he heard the explosion and witnessed the black smoke pouring out the mine portal. In shock, he and many others rushed to the scene to see if they could help the rescue. 
      Shortly after this, Sherman Miller became the Postmaster at Oakwood, and went on to raise a fine family, while his wife Myrtle became an outstanding 3rd Grade teacher at Garden Elementary.

             The 50’s truly were Golden Years for Garden on the hardcourt, but the Green Dragon football team of 1959 put the icing on the cake of a dominating decade with an undefeated season in football. Their feat could be equaled but never topped! Their glory may never fade!

Benny Coxton, Garden’s All-Everything, told super sportswriter Lloyd Combs, that the football game with Grundy in 1959 (which Garden won 7-0), was his fondest moment while playing at Garden.  {Coalfield Dreams, P. 71 — If you don’t yet have this book, you are missing out, whether you lived at Garden, Grundy, or anywhere in Buchanan County.} — 

(I played right tackle for the Golden Wave that rainy and muddy night. Remembering it was billed as a Big Showdown, and weather was not going to keep thousands from attending,…parking as far away up 460 to the Vansant bridge, and down the road to Magic-Mart. No fan from either school wanted to miss it. No one wanted a phone report that night!)

Garden certainly didn’t forget a 93-0 beat-down in September of ’43.  Jack Riffe, who was an assistant coach on the ‘Dream Team of ’59, was playing for Grundy in ’43.  He recalled that Grundy had tackles carrying the ball, but Grundy just kept scoring., and scoring… and scoring. 

{Jack later became Mr. Everything at Garden High School for decades to follow, as A.D. , Head Coach, and teacher…even mowing the field.}

Lloyd Combs notes in his book that Garden stormed back from that ’43 shutout  by defeating Grundy twice just two years later — noting that because of gas rationing due to WW2, teams often played their closest rivals twice.  After those two payback wins, Garden only defeated Grundy three more times, but their ’59 showdown victory at the old Vansant Ballpark may have been the sweetest.

            P. L. Williams was Garden’s Head Coach that year of ‘59, as he had been for several years. Coach Williams was actually Garden’s first basketball coach also,  and was defeated 52-6 by Virgie, Kentucky in  1943. in Garden’s first game ever. You didn’t have to be around this witty man long to understand that he loved coaching, and I loved hearing him talk about past games, always with a laugh and a smile at the end. Coach Williams had his team well prepared for the Big Showdown, and they didn’t let him down…. 
My first encounter with Coach Williams occurred  the previous year on the same field at a Grundy baseball game. (I had just run down a baseball in deep centerfield for the most unlikely of catches.)

          As I walked off the field toward the Grundy dugout,  Coach Williams said:
         “Larry, I knew you were going to catch that ball…I just didn’t know when!” 
(I laughed and we were instant friends, with  interesting stories to share every time we met after that.)

           Garden’s dynamic Halfback/Wingback, David Miller, who attended the U.S. Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland two years later, after being nominated to attend by 9th District Congressman Pat Jennings, told me that the dream season was unforgettable, as was my four years at the Naval Academy.(Jack Smith, long time Food City CEO graduated from the Naval Academy a few years previous, and reportedly was the first Buchanan Countian to attend a service academy. Jack even married his wife Judy in the Naval Academy Chapel. (Steve Smith, Jack’s son, and present CEO of Food City, has a daughter who was also married in the Naval Academy Chapel last summer.)

        David said that he found out about the Naval Academy when two coaches from the Naval Academy  walked into Mr. Quillen’s  office looking for Oakwood and Benny Coxton 
(Coaches from as far away as  California were also searching for Benny…And Oakwood!)
     “Hallelujah! We have finally found Oakwood!” David recalled them saying. 

      “Benny decided not to attend the Naval Academy,” David continued, but I was happy to hear about an amazing opportunity. I was so fortunate to have the privilege to attend the next year after Benny decided not to attend. Seriously think that if Benny had taken the offer to the Naval Academy, that Roger Staubach might have been playing End,”  David laughed. (Roger Staubach won the Heisman a few years later in 1963, and after a four year stint in the military, he joined the Dallas Cowboys in 1969, leading the Cowboys to five Super Bowls in his 11 year NFL career.) But we will never know that of course. 
Roger was awesome, but so was Benny! 

       Terry Holland, who played on the Freshman basketball team at Davidson in 1960 with Benny, made the comment that Benny Coxton was the best athlete he had ever seen. That’s saying a lot since Terry Holland led the Davidson Wildcats to a national ranking a few years later while compiling a 60.1% shooting average from the field, also going on to coach several All-Americans during his sixteen year coaching tenure at UVA,…Remember Ralph Sampson? three time All-American at UVA? Terry Holland guided the Cavaliers to two Final Fours, and was selected ACC Coach of the year twice. 

        Benny must have been spectacular that freshman year, for he was chosen OUTSTANDING ATHLETE for the entire school as a Freshman.

       Jack Riffe said once that Benny Coxton could throw a football 50 yards from his knees, and he was emphatic in saying that Benny was the greatest athlete he ever saw play! 
(Knowing what I do now, I would venture to say that we would have likely had a lopsided Garden score if the Big Showdown of ’59 had been played on a dry field, but David did recall that we had the best defense they played against all year. 

      David Miller told me that the ’59 season really started with the last game of the ’58 season, when the Dragons defeated the Tazewell Bulldogs on Tazewell’s field 7-6.

      “It gave us great confidence going into the ’59 season,” David said,…Tazewell dressed 70 players and we had 16.” Disappointing that Tazewell decided not to play us the following year. They were Group 1 and we were Group 3. We had nearly everyone back in ’59, and I think they were afraid to play us.”

       David also told me that Jim McGlothlin was a senior Center on that ’58 team. A most important position, for absolutely nothing happens on a play until the Center snaps the ball! Of course, this is the same Jim McGlothlin who a decade or so later started United Coal Company, employing thousands in Buchanan County and surrounding areas. I remember attending a United picnic at the Breaks Park once when Jim handed out a multitude of prizes to United employees. (My Father-In-Law, Bill Kennedy, was an employee) The miners and their families filled up the Potter’s Knoll area as Jim McGlothlin himself gave away lots of nice prizes…Remembering that even a car was given away! Coal was King in the 70’s, and many years thereafter, and a rewarding picnic was held every year. For the 10th anniversary, Jim gave away ten brand new automobiles, and for the 20th anniversary, Jim gave away 20 new cars! No wonder men liked to work for United Coal Company. Spreading the wealth around!

        Sophomore Harve Davis stepped up as Center for that amazing ’59 team to try to fill Jim McGlothlin’s shoes, doing an admirable job.

       Looking at the rest of the ’59 Green Dragon Dream Team: 

       At Right Guard was James Vandyke, who later ran a successful fencing company at Oakwood: SECURITY FENCE COMPANY (Every fence and even the Backstop at the CCYC ballfields on top of Baldwin Mountain were installed by him.)  James is deceased now, but such a great talker and player, making the All-County team, as did all eight of Garden’s seniors.)…
One interesting little story about James, as related to me by Bill Miller, who was the Team Manager as an 8th grader, had to do with Garden’s schedule: On the schedule was listed PENDING, for one particular Friday night. Bill said that James asked Coach Williams where Pending was, and Coach Williams told him:
“Why James, Pending is over near Glade, and I hear they are really tough. We’ll be lucky to beat them.” Bill said that James got a big laugh later in the week when he found out that Coach Williams was pulling his leg…

       At the Left Guard position was Pete Lundy, a Junior, who was a Vietnam vet in later life and is now deceased also. His Dad was a coal miner, as were many of the fathers.

       Bob Mullins, a senior, was at Left Tackle. His father was Striickler Mullins, who was Superintendent of Mines at Clinchfield Coal Company, becoming a hero when he drug one man to safety when a group of miners encountered ‘Black Damp’ in the Clinchfield mine at Duty. Five other miners died in that April 1978 disaster. 
Bob, who like all of the seniors made All-County, also had a brother named J.W., who later starred for the Green Dragons as well, as did brothers Joe and Rae.

       Don Street was a senior at Right Tackle. His Dad owned and drove a Taxi in the Garden/Grundy area. Thinking Don didn’t have to pay a fare when riding with his Dad. LOL

       James Grizzle was a senior at Left End. James, who was on the receiving end of many of Quarterback Benny Coxton’s crisp passes,  is now deceased.

       Henry Scott was a senior at Right End, and he is the one that caught the winning touchdown pass from Benny Coxton, as the Green Dragons defeated the pre-season favorite, the  Abingdon Mighty Midgets(Later changed to Falcons, which they proudly go by now.)
      David Miller was a junior at Halfback/Wingback (Garden ran the Single Wing most of the time.). As I mentioned earlier, David attended the Naval Academy after his graduation from Garden High School. David related to me how extremely tough it was as a Plebe in his first year at the Academy, especially in the Dining Hall, which seated over 4,000 Midshipmen.
“We had to sit on the first six inches of our chair in the Dining Hall, while sitting ramrod straight, bringing our fork straight up without any curving motion at all. We were only granted 15 minutes to eat, and could not begin to eat until the Upperclassmen had eaten.  

      David met Pat, his wife of over 50 years now, after a first year cruise to Jacksonville, Florida.  David and Pat now reside in Dallas, Texas, but he visits younger brother Bill in Bristol on occasion, and this is where I met him for a most enjoyable breakfast at Cracker Barrel, as we shared memories and stories from our playing days.

      Tommy Joe Owens, a sophomore, was the Blocking Back. Tommy Joe’s Dad was president of District 28 of the UMWA (United Mine Workers of America). I played Pony League baseball with Tommy Joe, and David Miller as well. Tommy Joe was quite a character, and just a joy to be around. Bill told me that Tommy attended the Virginia All-Star game at Norfolk after the season, in support of Benny Coxton, who was chosen MVP. Bill told that Tommy was sitting on the West side because that was where his ticket said. Tommy was standing up and yelling for Benny when a guy behind him told him to sit down. Tommy told him he didn’t have to sit down, and that he better not tell him to again…Well, the man did, and as Bill told it, he hit the man with his fist, knocking him down the bleachers about four rows. Bill said that no one said another word after that and Tommy continued to cheer for Benny.
       Troy Vance was a senior at Fullback. Troy lived with the Oliver Hess family, and according to Bill Miller, the manager, Troy was nicknamed ‘Jim Thorpe’ because he was so tough. Bill said he broke  several ribs in ’59 and insisted on having H-Bandages pulled tight around them, not missing a single play.                (Jim Thorpe was considered to be one of the toughest and greatest players to ever play the game.) 
Troy scored the only touchdown to give Garden a 6-0 lead in the Big Showdown. Benny Coxton ran the extra point to make it 7-0. And, as it turned out this was the final score, even though we threatened twice in the 4th Quarter, being turned away both times.

      The last time we threatened, our star halfback, Tom Holland, who’s dad was the Editor at the Virginia Mountaineer at the time, remembered that our kicker, Ritchie Wright, was warming up his leg on the sideline for what we hoped would be the tying kick. As it turned out, he never got to try it. Ritchie later became a stuntman in wild west shows, appearing in numerous westerns. Ritchie’s dad owned Wright’s Market, which was located just down the road from the field. Ritchie was practicing his quickdraw one week when he shot himself in the foot, but was still able to kick the following Friday night. Ritchie moved to Las Vegas, Nevada, and appeared in Wild West Shows there for several years.

Tom was struggling that Friday night, for just two weeks before 2-a-day practices started, Tom was working for Smiley Ratliff at the old Edith Faye Coal Dock, located just back of where The Virginia Mountaineer offices, and Town Center, are located today.

     “I was shaving a board with a hatchet when the hatchet bounced off and cut my right ankle. Smiley told me it was just a scratch to get back to work. I didn’t hesitate. I tied a shirt around it to stop the bleeding and limped over to 460 to thumb down to Grundy Hospital, where Dr. Baxter placed 13 stitches on my scratch,” he laughed.

        Louit Owens was a junior halfback and did have a big play in the Big Showdown. Louit was inserted into the game during Garden’s winning drive at halfback.

      “I remember that the play that was called was Triple Cross Right,” Louit said, “And after the fake to Troy Vance, Benny handed me the ball, and I had a big gain for about 15-20 yards. I might have scored, but I remember that Doug Johnson tackled me. I think Troy Vance scored the touchdown a few plays later.”

       Louit later attended Clinch Valley College, now UVA Wise, where he starred on the basketball team for them. I watched him play as Clinch Valley played ETSU’s Freshman team in 1963 while I was attending school there in Johnson City. Louit  nailed several long-range shots in a loss to the Bucs.  Later, beginning in 1969, I taught school with him for 25 years at Grundy Junior High, on the present day site of the Appalachian School of Law. Louit, whose nickname is ‘Buzz’, often defeated me in a game of H-O-R-S-E in the gym during lunch or planning period…Skunking me nearly every time! Buzz resides in Grundy now, living in the same house that legendary principal John Meade lived in back in the 60’s and 70’s, …..with extensive renovations of course.

     Benny Coxton was the senior Quarterback/ Signal Caller when running the Single Wing.
     Consider that Benny was All-County, All-State, All-Area, and All American after the dream season was completed in ’59, but his accolades continued. Benny was chosen MVP in three  post-season All-Star games: 
 
     The Virginia All-Star game at Norfolk, The Virginia/West Virginia Game at Mitchell Stadium,…and the Virginia/Tennessee All-Star game played at the Stone Castle in Bristol…All Three! Wow! David Miller told me he attended the game at the Stone Castle, and that Benny had the Tennessee boys shaking their heads because they couldn’t stop him…

     So sad that Benny was injured while playing Linebacker for Davidson in his first year on the Varsity. Benny pinched a nerve in his shoulder, which greatly hindered his throwing motion. He was still a threat as a running back, but his Golden Arm was no more. After college, Benny coached at J.I. Burton and Garden for a while, but then returned to North Carolina to resume his education, excelling as an outstanding educator & Superintendent of Schools.

     Benny’s brother, Bill Coxton, played Quarterback on the Garden team that tied Grundy 7-7 in 1957. Bill later attended V.M.I. on a football scholarship. There must have been something growing in Garden’s gardens that was a Super Food for the Coxtons…. and the Dream Team….LOL… Really!

     Garden’s Dream Team outscored their opponents 230-14, and was unscored on until the fourth game when Tommy Francisco scored a touchdown for Damascus on a trick play. Touchdown Tommy, as he was often referred to, still holds the touchdown record at Virginia Tech in one game with six touchdowns in one game. But in the Garden game, he pretended to leave the field. When the ball was snapped, he was wide open for a quick touchdown pass from their quarterback.
      The last touchdown against Garden was scored in the last game of the season with the Abingdon Mighty Midgets., who were the preseason favorite to win the title in District 7. Abingdon, whose name was changed to Falcons a short time later, scored on Garden in a 13-7 defeat. Henry Scott caught the winning touchdown pass, right after a touchdown pass was thrown to David Miller, which was called back when someone was lined up offside.

      “The Lebanon game was scheduled to be our Homecoming Game,” David Miller told me, but it was raining that Friday, and Coach Williams called Lebanon to get the game moved up to Saturday, but that they wouldn’t reschedule, which infuriated Coach Williams. In the locker room before the game, Coach Williams told us to put a beating on them for not cooperating with us. We were ahead 33-0 at halftime, before Coach Williams called off the dogs….uh Dragons… The final score was 49-0!” 

     Just a few notes about what some Grundy players remembered about that night. Our All-State Guard, Johnny Snead, remembered how tough the game was, but recalls how elusive Benny Coxton was, recalling that he was a really nice guy to talk with, and a nice Christian boy.

     Bob Hagy told me during a recent phone call, that he had Benny Coxton for a loss in the Garden backfield once. 
      “I had him dead in my sights from my Linebacker position,  but he wiggled free, and I was left lying in the mud watching him gain significant yardage.”…Mud was abundant that night, and just remembered that David Miller told me that he and several other players, got in the shower with their uniforms on to wash off the mud.
 
      My Uncle, Karl Reedy, was in his first year as Grundy’s Head Coach, having replaced legendary coach Frank Spraker, who assumed the Athletic Director’s job, and coached our line, along with Brownie Cummins. Great coaches all!. Karl Reedy is scheduled to be inducted posthumously, into the Hiwassee College Athletic Hall of Fame next month. Uncle Karl was highly successful as a plater and coach there back in the 1930’s, and later starred at Emory and Henry as a player in 1935. Remembering my mother sharing an item from the RIPLEY’S BELIEVE IT OR NOT section of the Bluefield Sunday paper about Uncle Karl. The entry stated that Karl Reedy had once scored five touchdowns in one game, and was on the sideline in street clothes before the First Half ended.( I can’t remember if this was at Hiwassee or Emory.)

      That ’59 season we were 4-6, but had a huge upset win at Gate City, and played  everybody else tough. We actually had a chance to tie or defeat the powerful Roanoke Jefferson team at the Vansant Ballpark, but came up short again. Something happened after that game that I had never seen before or since. The Grundy fans stood and cheered our effort in the close loss. We felt like winners of sort as we walked off the field.
       
      Coach Reedy’s record the next year was 6-4, following that up in ’62 and ’63 with an 8-2 record both years. My First Cousin, Karl Reedy Junior, was the QB all four years that my uncle coached at Grundy, doing a great job. Buddy was quick both on and off the field. After practice each day, Buddy would often shower and change clothes while most of us were still heading to the locker room.

      After that ’59 season in my senior year, I don’t recall any recruiters walking into Mr. Meade’s office at Grundy looking for one of our players, to offer a football scholarship, but Johnny Snead could have played anywhere. (There were plenty of recruiters in years to follow.)…

       But then one evening late in the school year, Coach Reedy, who was also my Typing teacher, called me to the office  to tell me:

      “Larry, I just got off the phone with a friend of mine who is coaching at Yale University.  He will give you a scholarship to Yale on my recommendation. You do have a B average don’t you Larry?”

      (This bit of news was shocking and totally unexpected. Just to think that my Uncle Karl thought I could play college football kind of blew me away. I was happy and sad at the same time.)

      “No, Uncle Karl, I  have a C+ average, for I just calculated my GPA,” I told him.

      “Well, that is one of the requirements, but I’m certain you could walk on there, or anywhere, and make the team if you want to try,” Uncle Karl told me.

      I was kind of flabbergasted that he had that much confidence in my abilities as a football player. It had been a fun year playing for him, and reflecting back, I remembered that I had played every single play of my senior year on offense, defense, and special teams, but I hadn’t hit the books to study the way I should have. The only subjects I liked were English and History. I had high marks in those subjects. Low marks in math classes had pulled my GPA down. 

      Walking back to class that evening, I decided I was not going to be disappointed about missing an opportunity to go to Yale. But to think, I could have been another Yale Larry! LOL….(Yale Lary, spelled with one r was a nine time Pro-Bowler while playing for the Detroit Lions in the NFL during that time period.)

        Brownie Cummins took over the helm for Grundy in ’63, and the Golden Wave would have been State Champs, but for finding out at season’s end that one Grundy player was ineligible, so Grundy had to forfeit. Coach Cummins had several great years, and was convinced that L.C. Ferrell, who was a Sophomore on the ’59 Grundy team was the best back he ever coached, saying that L.C. could run like a Gazelle. Remembering that he had several long runs for us in ’59. L.C. joined the Marines right after high school for a four year term.
       
       Bob Williams played Defensive End as a Freshman for our ’59 Wave team, and really starred on the gridiron at the Fullback position the next three years, and then attending  Duke University on a football scholarship. When Bob returned home he became a highly respected judge in Buchanan County.
      Scotty Lambert, a fellow Harman boy, played Right End on offense. Scotty played well in his first year as a Senior, but really came alive the next two years at Hiwassee Junior College in Madisonville, Tennessee, where we both attended. Scotty played Right End on back-to-back undefeated intramural football championship teams in ’61 and ’62, winning most every game by lopsided scores. Scotty made many spectacular catches from yours truly, for I played the quarterback position. I was a quarterback wannabe tackle I guess…LOL…
Scotty later became an outstanding math teacher at Garden High School. Most of his students spoke very highly of him.

     Teddy Osborne, another Harman boy, whose father Ted was the Superintendent of Mines at Harman Mining Company, played Center most of the time on our team. Teddy also worked in mining as a coal operator and was a huge supporter of the Golden Wave, also having two outstanding sons who starred on the gridiron for Grundy. Brent and Pete.

     All of Buchanan County was looking forward to THE BIG SHOWDOWN at the old Vansant Ballpark that Friday night, no matter that it was rainy and muddy. But it was the Green Dragons who showed up breathing fire, going on from there to do something that could only be equaled, but never surpassed…
An Undefeated Season!
     It’s been said that old men still dream dreams, but relish memories of past glories. I feel certain that Garden players and Alumni have memories galore. The desire to come back to Oakwood once a year for GARDEN DAY is still going strong….. and is likely to continue for decades to come.

     


     

       

A Golden Era for Grundy Golden Wave football...


Coach Frank Spraker became the Athletic Director at Grundy High School in 1959, stepping down from the head coaching job he had held at Grundy since 1951. Dare to say that there was not a player, fan, or reporter that didn’t like this wacky wonderful man.
Coach Spraker’s best year coaching was 1954 when the Wave lost only twice. Well deserved All-Area Coach of the Year honors were bestowed upon him. I was twelve years old that year, and that was the year I became a Grundy fan for life…Spraker fan too!

{Fellow Harman boys, Paul Chambers and Kenneth Lambert, were on that ’54 team, and I did get to attend several games, catching a ride with their families.
But the one that stands out in 1954 was one I didn’t get to attend. Somehow, I had missed a ride to the game and I was so upset that I threw myself on the bed and started sobbing like I had lost my best friend…
Well, Dad listened to that for a while, before jerking me up and giving me a spanking…LOL…
Dad was a nice gentle man, but that night at least, he just didn’t think I should be so upset about missing a little old thing like a football game. That was the only spanking I ever received from my Dad., even though I deserved many more I’m certain….And he did apologize for that one a few years later.}��Remembering that Coach Spraker also coached the baseball team in the mid-50’s, and I was on his 57, 58, & 59 teams.
(For some reason, Coach Spraker gave up his coaching duties after the 1959 season, and Grundy didn’t field a baseball team in 1960 (My senior year). In 1957, I was a back-up to Gary Thompson on Grundy’s baseball team in Center Field. (Gary had made Honorable Mention All-America in football in 1957.)
When Gary and I played toss during practice and warm-ups, we always competed in catching balls behind our back…. or between our legs. Neither one of us rarely missed and it was lots of fun. I was enthralled that another boy liked to catch balls behind his back. I had learned how to do this by catching balls I threw against a big tall brick chimney at the Main Office Building of Harman Mining Company. It was just below our Harman home, and I would spend several evenings a week practicing throwing and catching.
But Gary had a natural talent to make catches look easy, especially catching balls with one hand in football. To this day, I still consider his fantastic one-hand football catches at the old Vansant Ballpark, as the most spectacular I have ever seen. But in baseball, Coach Spraker would just shake his head when he saw us catching balls like that. We knew better than to try that in a game.
Coach Spraker coached many memorable players, but perhaps none as memorable as Clyde “Nose” Keene. Nose wore #50 and excelled at Middle Linebacker. He truly had a nose for the football, either making the tackle, or being there to congratulate a fellow teammate. 
The consummate team player, Clyde was chosen Captain and MVP two years in a row: 1956 & 1957.
Just before 2-A-Days started before the 1957 season, Clyde had traveled with the Buchanan County Pony League All-Star baseball team to Salisbury, Maryland. Nose was not there for the first day of practice, prompting Coach Spraker to send a message to Nose telling him that his linebacker job was in jeopardy. Reportedly, Nose caught a bus back to Grundy, and was there for the next day’s practice…LOL
Three bus memories stand out involving Coach Spraker. 
The first involved him polishing a big red apple on a long away trip. Coach was sitting in the right front seat, and I watched him from my left front seat. By the time we arrived at our destination, that apple was shining like a Christmas ornament. Perhaps he was thinking about the game as he polished the apple, and it must have helped as we won the game.
��The second trip I remember was when Coach Spraker was driving the bus as we traveled through Richlands on an away trip. When we stopped suddenly, I sat up to see why. There was a bar swinging by the side of the road as a train slowly approached. Suddenly, Coach Spraker jerked open the bus door and said:�“OK Larry, get out there and stop that thing!” �Well, I jumped up from my front row seat to get off the bus, because Coach Spraker commanded attention….But just before I stepped off the bus, I looked over at Coach and asked:
“What thing?” 
�“That sign says ‘STOP WHEN SWINGING’, Coach Spraker laughed ….as I sheepishly walked back to my seat....
I must have had GULLIBLE written in big block letters on my forehead…LOL
Another time involved the bus that carried us from Grundy High School to the Vansant Ballpark. Coach Spraker was driving the bus back to school one evening after practice when the bus caught on fire as we rode into town. I remember that smoke was billowing out from under the hood, and into the bus…
Coach Spraker didn’t have to yell for us to get off the bus, for we went out the emergency exit and front door like a flash. Coach Spraker did manage to pull the bus off the street where he put out the fire with a fire extinguisher. It wasn’t far for us to walk over to the school (Where the Appalachian School of Law now sits.) to change clothes and pick up our books… and then walk back to town to thumb a ride back to Harman, Homecreek, or wherever…Thumbing was just about the only way for athletes to travel in the 50’s.
{Coach Karl Reedy managed to get a bus to take players home to Homecreek the next year. (1961) Homecreek was where the Ferrel boys, L.C. and Billy Joe lived.(Both Ferrel boys later made the All-Area and All-State team .)…
There were several other good players from Homecreek that most likely would not have played without a ride home.}
Coach Spraker was a big man in both word and deed. Remembering one day in practice that we were doing the two on one drill. To illustrate how it should be done (If you were the one…), he got down on all fours and squared off against two of our biggest players. He couldn’t find a helmet big enough for his head, so he said:�“Fire out and hit me on two you sissies!”
�“Hut! Hut! and two big players reluctantly fired out toward Coach Spraker…
Just like a pin ball machine, Coach Spraker sent both players sailing backwards for about five yards with two powerful flips of his forearms. We were all in awe, but try as we might, none of us could ever do that, and there wasn’t a scratch on him. He wasn’t even out of breath. It was like a walk in the park. (All the more reason not to cross him.)
Another time during 2-A-Days, we were doing belly flops. It went on and on…Running in place & then throwing ourselves on the ground at his command. After it was over, one player walked up to Coach and said:�
“C-Co-Coach, it-it-hurts when I ta-take a deep breath.”
Ever the one for witty responses, Coach Spraker quipped:
“Take two short ones son,” LOL...
�And we went on to another drill.
Remembering that after football season was over my senior year, Coach Spraker, who had just assumed the Athletic Director’s job at Grundy, came into the gym where the football players had study hall during the last period of the day. Not much studying took place as you could imagine. This particular day though, Coach Spraker was carrying about a half-dozen wrestling mats. He threw them down on the gym floor and announced to us that Grundy would be getting a wrestling program in the near future.
(Turned out it was 1963 when Grundy High School moved up the road to its present location, and Harry Smith became the first Grundy Wrestling coach, assisted by my long-time Harman friend, Ted Osborne.)
But that November day in 1959, we had great fun throwing each other around on the almost worthless mats just like we had seen on TV…until several received minor injuries. Not much cushioning at all from the mats.
We had no idea what high school wrestling would be like....
But fortunately I lived to see our son Laddy win the State Heavyweight Championship as an undefeated wrestler for the Grundy Golden Wave’s ’92 Wreckin’ Crew...
��Coach Frank Weindel Spraker played Right Tackle for the University of Virginia for one year just before WW2 started, having played high school football at Wytheville. After that year was over, he decided that his country needed his services more, so he joined the Army. Serving it well as a Staff Sergeant and Medic while serving in Italy during the North Africa campaign, serving under General George Patton....Coach Spraker was inducted into the Milligan College Hall of Fame shortly after his death in 1996.
On his return to America, he again played football, but this time it was for Milligan College in Johnson City, Tennessee on a football scholarship. At 6’3, 280 pounds, Coach was a force to be reckoned with, both in the military, and at his Right Tackle position. 
Coach Spraker later coached and taught at Milligan shortly after his graduation…. along with his wife Virginia., whom he met while teaching one year at St.Paul High School in Wise County.
After a few years at Milligan in the late 40’s, where Frank and Virginia Spraker both taught. (Coach Spraker teaching Biology, Physics, Chemistry, and the sciences, while his wife Virginia taught Typing and secretarial classes, both at Milligan, and later at Grundy High School.
The Sprakers moved to Royal City, near Grundy in 1951, where Coach Spraker was hired to be Grundy’s head football coach. Coach built a house at Royal City in 1956, and the Sprakers raised two fine sons: Frank Jr. and Bobby, and one beautiful daughter, Cynthia.
Cynthia told me that her parents were perfect examples of what love should look like, and gave them all great encouragement. (Frank Jr. was a very popular DJ at WNRG radio for several decades....So very kind and courteous.
Coach Spraker took on the Athletic Director’s job eight years later at Grundy High School in 1959. As Athletic Director, Coach Spraker worked closely with Garden and Hurley, for those schools also used Grundy’s field as their home field for several decades , even the new field on Slate Creek after Grundy Senior High opened in 1963, continuing to be used by all three schools for many more years.
Can you imagine what a job he had trying to coordinate schedules, clean out the locker rooms and mark off the field with lime. (Players had to be on constant guard to try to keep the toxic stuff out of our eyes. Some players would even try to throw some in the eyes of an opposing player on the line.)...
Not me!, but I did have to dodge it a few times...LOL
The Athletic Director’s job was hard, tedious work, for there was no Parks and Recreation Department. The Athletic Director did it all!
{Flat land was at a premium then and still is, as several fields have been carved out of hillsides and mountain tops.}
Not only football took an upswing with Coach Spraker as A.D., but also baseball, for he was responsible for organizing Little League football and baseball in Buchanan County during the fifties. Remembering that I was coaching a Buchanan County All-Star team in the 60’s when Coach Spraker called Williamsport, Pennsylvania after I had been wrongfully ejected during a game played at Wise, even getting them to say the umpire had made a mistake….
{The game was close, and I had stepped onto the field to talk to our pitcher., who was struggling. Immediately, the Umpire stepped out from behind the plate waving his arms wildly, while yelling that the game had been forfeited, due to me crossing the foul line. Well, it was probably in the tournament rules, but not in our regular season rules. 
I had made several trips to the mound that summer while coaching the Harman Tigers Little League team.}…..
So, thanks to Coach Spraker, we were allowed to return to Wise the next day to finish the game, but I had to watch the game from beyond the fence in center field. Our last batter came close to winning the game for us with a towering fly ball that came down just inside the park.… Close but no cigar!
Coach Spraker continued to be an assistant football coach until his retirement in 1983. It was his life.
Sadly, I remember attending his funeral in September of 1996 at the Methodist Church, just up the road from the Temple Motel. 
Long time Grundy Assistant Coach, and former Little All-American at Carson-Newman, Don Newberry, delivered a very touching eulogy, and I couldn’t help but think that there were hundreds of former players that would have been there if they had heard of his passing in time, but still there was a good crowd to pay respects to a Giant among men.��
Coach Spraker was responsible for recruiting the next two highly successful Grundy football coaches: Karl Reedy and Brownie Cummins.
Coach Karl Reedy was my uncle, and had several very successful coaching years under his belt before coming to Grundy in 1957, losing only five games in the five years prior to moving to Grundy,...and had back to back undefeated teams at Coeburn High School in 1949 & 50. WOW!
On his arrival at Grundy in 1956, he was named the Golf Pro at the Dismal River Country Club, becoming a teacher at Grundy High School for two years, taking time off from coaching.
Coach Spraker was so certain that Karl Reedy was a great coach, he made the following comment to anyone who would listen:
�“Karl Reedy is such a good coach that he could take His and beat Yours… or he could take Yours and beat His.” 
(Bob Williams remembers that Coach Reedy actually did this while coaching JV basketball at Grundy. True story, without mentioning names.)
Uncle Karl was a teacher in 1957, and as it happened, was close by on the morning of the ’57 Flood, standing by in the principal’s office. Bus driver John Catron had driven the Harman students to school from Harman, but had left to go to work at the Bus Garage below Grundy.
Mr. Meade, the principal, had just received word from the School Board Office that schools were going to be closing. …So, Mr. Meade asked Uncle Karl if he would drive the Harman route, since he couldn’t get in touch with the regular driver, John Catron.
Uncle Karl agreed and that was one frightening bus ride home, just looking out the windows at the raging Slate Creek…. and Levisa River, which was already threatening to enter the road in several places…
Going up Harman was worse, for Uncle Karl drove through water that was spilling out onto the road at two bridges. I found out later that he just barely made it back to Grundy. He was living at about the same place where the Grundy Fire Department now stands at the time. He said he parked the bus on the hill and then had to fight flood waters that damaged their house significantly, for water had spilled onto 460 just below the old Grundy Drive-In, and right down by their house.��...
North Grundy Supervisor Carroll Branham’s first year teaching at Grundy was 1959. I had him in a 12th Grade History class that really rocked, He told me this story involving Uncle Karl, who had just been hired as Grundy’s head football coach in 1959.
�“We were having a teacher’s meeting in the Auditorium the day before school started in September of 1959, and Principal John Meade asked if anyone had anything further to say, and Karl Reedy stood up and said:
�‘Yes sir, Mr. Meade, as you know I’ve just been hired to coach the Grundy Golden Wave football team this year. Just one thing. I don’t know who gave Grundy the name Golden Wave, but I think I would like to change it to Golden Eagle.’”�“Well, Mr. Reedy, I did,” said Mr. Meade.�Carroll said that Uncle Karl just sat right back down, and not another word was spoken. LOL
�That first year my Uncle Karl coached at Grundy was a pivotal year in my life as well. Five years after I became a Grundy fan, I was on pace to start for the Grundy Golden Wave at Right Tackle, but I knew I had to work hard over the summer. I ran everywhere I went.
I already considered myself kind of a ‘Dead Man Walking’, after surviving a fiery car crash just below Mt. Mission School in 1958. It was the night of the Grundy Jr./Sr. Prom at the Temple Motel, and seven of us had just traveled down the Long Bottom straight stretch at 120 mph! I kid you not! I wanted out of that rocket ship, actually a 1957 Pontiac Firebird. All seven teenagers were lucky, or blessed, to be alive, and some did have serious injuries...One had both legs broken, along with a broken jaw when the motor came back in his lap. After the car caught on fire, myself and a few others scooped up some sand to smother it & then worked feverishly to pull him from the car. Thinking it could explode at any second...The headline in the Blufield Daily Telegraph newspaper read:
SEVEN TEENAGERS MIRACULOUSLY ESCAPE DEATH TWICE
(From the wreck & also electrocution, for the wires were draped over the car...Brightest light I have ever seen!
(No one was drinking. It was all about speed.)
The #1 Power Pole in Grundy had stopped our wild ride. The lights were out for several hours all through the town, and for miles around. Class members at the prom had to go home, and four babies were born at the old Grundy Hospital, located on the present-day site of the Comfort-Inn, while the lights were out…
By candlelight!��
All that spring and summer I worked out with weights and ran 50 yard wind-sprints in the road at night in front of our Harman house, even running to the top of Bull Mountain and back a few times..Ok, I may have walked a little…LOL…
And since my Dad had told me a year or two before that I had a weak stomach because I threw up when we traveled curvy mountain roads to visit relatives, I did 100 sit-ups every day. By summer’s end, I could handle the curvy mountain roads, and was in the best shape of my life.
Still, I just weighed 195 my senior year. Not very big for a Right Tackle, but I was rewarded in that I played every minute and every play during that 59 season, offense, defense & special teams. I must have been doing something right.
��One other thing that stands out about that 59 season was the 2-A-Day Practices. Brownie Cummins was in his first year coaching as an Assistant Coach for our line, along with Coach Spraker. 
During a water break one hot summer day, I overheard Coach Cummins telling Coach Reedy that we were going to have the best line in the area.
�“You should have seen them Karll! I’ve never seen a line hit like that!” he sputtered.
(Those words weren’t meant for my ears, so I acted like I hadn’t heard.)�
What prompted Coach Cummins to say this no doubt was what had just happened before the rare water break.
�Coach Cummins had been on the 7-Man Blocking Sled, encouraging our starting offensive line to really show him what we could do.�....What we did was knock the sled about five yards on his command every time he said, Hut! Hut! 
With him holding on for dear life….
And almost falling off several times!!…LOL��...
Another thing we did was have night practices a few times, with the three coaches working together to make the entire Vansant field one big obstacle course, which had us crawling on all fours & popping dummies, running through tires, going sideways around obstacles, culminating in a crushing tackle of a dummy. They timed us & made it competitive, with everyone yelling like crazy.
But it really didn’t dawn on me just how involved I was in the football games in ’59, until I listened to a few of our football games being broadcast on Saturday mornings on WNRG AM. There was not an FM station then, so Friday night football games were recorded and played back over the airwaves on WNRG AM on Saturday mornings.
Jim Dellinger, who later on became the General Manager of Modern Sales & Service at Royal City, did most of the play-by-play on the radio, and it seemed that he called my name nearly every play when the Wave played defense, either for making or helping on the tackle. Evidently, my #65 jersey number must have really stood out…To hear Jim call the game was a real treat.
It seemed like Johnny Sneed and myself made every tackle…LOL��...I think he had me playing better than I did.
One other thing stands out in my memory of Jim Dellinger. We were having our usual light practice one Thursday evening at the old Vansant Ballpark, and Jim had come by to test the P.A. equipment.
Well, it so happened that as he was doing this, that we were practicing kicking punts and punt coverage. Frank Hunter, who was a little to old to play, and who was in special classes at Vansant Elementary was there. Frank could run like a scalded cat, and he stepped in to catch a punt about the time Jim was testing out the equipment.
Jim said something like this:��“Frank Hunter catches the punt for Grundy, folks, on his own 25 yard-line....
He’s bringing it back down the far side-line!
He’s past mid-field! 
He’s at the 10! 5!...
TOUCHDOWN FRANK HUNTER!
�Frank couldn’t wait to get back and run another one or two. LOL…
Jim really made Frank’s day that Thursday evening, and I’m certain he never forgot it. I haven’t.��
There are three things I can never forget about Coach Reedy. One, and definitely the biggest, was that he saved my life when he took me from his Typing Class one December day in 1959, when he discovered that my left leg was swollen to about twice its normal size fallout from the car wreck & a bruised shin in football. When we arrived at Grundy Hospital, Dr. Baxter immediately gave me several shots of penicillin to help fight the blood poisoning.... and admitted me. 
For four days as it turned out.
He later told myself and Uncle Karl that if he hadn’t of brought me to the hospital when he did, I would have had to have been dropped off at Grundy Funeral Home…Close call indeed.��
The second thing I can’t forget happened in March of 1960, three months before my graduation. Coach Reedy called me to the office one day to ask me if I would like to attend Yale University on a full football scholarship?
But then he added:�“You do have a 90 average don’t you Larry?”��
My heart sank, even though I probably would not have liked going to Yale University anyway.... because I had just calculated my average, and it was not quite 87 even…Higher math classes brought my average down. I simply did not like Algebra or Geometry, and would often be caught reading a football fiction book from the school library. I read all of them, plus all of the Hardy Boys Mysteries.
But I sure appreciated what Coach Reedy was willing to do for me.��The final thing that Uncle Karl did for me, (With Coach Spraker’s help, and perhaps Brownie Cummins as well) was that I was selected 2nd Team All-Southwest. It kind of blew me away, but then I saw where a kid from Gate City was on the First Team, and I had handled him when Grundy upset Gate City during the season, I got to thinking that maybe I did deserve to be on the All-Southwest Team…
(All Southwest included over 50 schools at the time, so to me it was quite an honor. Deserving or not, I just knew that I played every play, both in practice…and on the field, in 1959.)
��Coach Reedy coached four years at Grundy, and had an enviable 22-8 record after the 4-6 campaign in his debut at the Grundy helm. There were some huge wins!
For me, our biggest win was when we upset Gate City on their field in October of 1959…It might have been a Halloween prank of sorts, but it sure fired us up when rocks came sailing at us as we walked up a dimly lit path at half-time of that game…Coaches didn’t have to tell us to put our helmets on, as we heard a rock or two bounce off a helmet. Later, as we sat around the wall in our tiny locker room thinking about how the Devils had been rocking us on the field, and also on our way to where we now sat.
Coach Reedy finally came in and just walked around the room without saying a single word. We were expecting a fiery speech or tongue-lashing, but it never came. When he arrived back at the entry door, Coach Reedy just looked at us and slowly shook his head…For just a minute we were stunned.
Suddenly, our team Captain, Johnny Sneed, jumped to his feet with his helmet reaching for the ceiling…We quickly followed his lead as Johnny let out a yell and shouted:��
“LET”S KILL THOSE DIRTY BOOGERS!!”� 
(But it might have been another name…LOL)
Needless to say, we played like a team possessed the second half, holding the Blue Devils scoreless, while scoring three times in the 4th Quarter. Bob Hagy scoring all three touchdowns, even though Tom Holland, and L.C. Ferrel had some long runs. It was a total team effort and our blocking was as crisp as the chilly October air.��But the biggest win was considered by many to be Grundy’s 26-7 victory over Kentucky state champion Belfry on September 21st, 1961, at the old Vansant Ballpark…
According to Ervin Stiltner, who was a highly successful coal operator a decade or so later, there were miners from Buchanan County that bet their entire paycheck on the game with miners from Kentucky. Grundy had to fight through adversity that night as star quarterback Buddy Reedy had broken his arm in a game with Tazewell the previous week. Buddy was unable to play, but Larry Looney stepped up at that position, scoring one TD on a long run, as did Rob Ratliff and Bob Williams.
{Even though Buddy missed the rest of the football season, he was chosen 2nd Team All-Area for his seven touchdown passes in Grundy’s first three games. Many thought that Grundy would have gone undefeated had their star quarterback been able to play. 
Buddy did heal up in time for basketball, becoming MVP as Point Guard for a powerful Golden Wave basketball team.}
I remember that Willard Owens and myself drove 6 hours from Hiwassee Junior College in Madisonville, Tennessee, to watch the Belfry game. To our amazement, there were thousands of people at that game, and by the time we found a place to park, and had walked back to stand beside the four-deep fans standing beside 460, the game was almost over…. & the cheers from the Grundy fans was deafening.
Coach Brownie Cummins succeeded Coach Reedy in 1963, and was 23-12 & 5 in four seasons. Five ties, imagine that!
The 1963 team may have been the best Grundy team ever. Brownie thought it was the best he ever coached. The Wave was undefeated in the SWD with a 6-0 record, having also defeated powerful E.C. Glass at Lynchburg. Sadly, that game was forfeited when it was discovered that one Grundy player, who didn’t even affect the outcome, was too old. That lone loss kept the Golden Wave from being State Champions, but no one that saw them play could doubt they were the best in the state that year, and perhaps for all time.��
Brownie’s brother, Ralph Cummins, had three state championship teams while coaching at Clintwood High School. Brownie should have had one at least one, and perhaps more. He could coach I tell you!
Probably a part of the most successful brother coaching duo in Virginia. Brownie & Ralph were as good as they come.��
Shortly after Brownie and his lovely red-headed wife, Anita, arrived in Grundy, they both became teachers at Grundy High School. But almost immediately, Coach Cummins began to lobby to teach Driver’s Education classes. The request was granted around 1964, but it didn’t last long. Coach Cummins gave this account of what happened one rainy day:��
“I was sitting on the passenger side, and this young girl was driving for the first time on the highway. Well, I looked and she was intent on pulling out onto Rt. 83 off the metal bridge, which was very slick. ….
The tires were spinning a little, and then I looked and saw that a big coal truck was coming down Slate Creek. I had my foot on the brake…. and the girl had hers on the gas….�It appeared to be a recipe for disaster when our Driver’s Education car stalled right in the middle of the road……
And then I looked to my right and the coal truck was sliding sideways toward us…. When it finally came to a stop, we were so close to the truck that I couldn’t even make out what was printed on the side door…..….
Scared the bejeebers out of me. Still trembling,I went straight up to the School Board Office and resigned as a Driver’s Education teacher”….….��
Coaching football was what all three of these outstanding coaches loved to do, and their record does speak for itself…..
Skillful! Unselfish! Dedicated! Brilliant! Admired! 
(Just not enough adjectives to describe these Giants!)…
�I feel so blessed to have played for all three, and to also be a fan of their coaching…And life accomplishments! ��I know that Coach Spraker is in the Grundy Hall of Fame, and was inducted into the Milligan College Hall of Fame just a few months after his death in 1996. Coaches Cummins and Reedy should be in the Grundy Hall of Fame as well….Golden Era indeed!
Not quite as long in terms of years and victories as the Greg Rowe Era, which started in 1986 and ended in 2010…24 years and 147 victories, with three Regional Championships And a very enviable 88-31 record from 1995 to 2004…But this would be worthy of another article…or book….Fantastic achievement!��
Coach Ralph Cummins, Brownies’ brother from Clintwood, is in the state of Virginia sports Hall of Fame.
Happy to report that Coach Reedy will be inducted into the Hiwassee College sports Hall of Fame on Saturday, November 11 of this year. I know he was an exceptional player and coach there. Hoping to attend, for Hiwassee is also my alma mater. Perhaps, I will hear some stories about his days there. Hope so....
They might even tell about the Ripley’s Believe It Or Not column that had this entry in a Blufield Sunday paper my mother shared with me about Uncle Karl scoring five touchdowns in the First Half of a game.... and was in street clothes on the sideline before the First Half ended..
I don’t remember if this was at Hiwassee, or Emory & Henry, for he also played there in the mid-30’s.