July, 1983, Siletz, Oregon — Page 3
MISSING
MOCCASINS
ARDEN, Clayhome W.
ARDEN, Clinton A.
BACAK, Walter (Chapman)
BAKER, Gilbert F.
BALLIE, Sandra (Larsen)
BARNETT, Sheryl A.
(Warren)
BELLINGER, Cynthia K.
BELLINGER, Gregory P.
BENNETT, Elsie L. (Zosel)
BRENTS, Carolyn J.
(Belgard)
CALLAHAN, Henry A.
CARTER, Regina A.
(Campbell)
CHARMICHAEL, Barbara
J. (Klamath)
COMBS, Duane L.
COMBS, Gene A.
COMBS, Joy L. (Wilcox)
COMENOUT, Phyllis R.
(Collins)
CONN, Henry E.
DAY, Donald B.
DOWNEY, Kay L.
FERNANDEZ, Richard
GAGE, Charles
GILBERT, Joseph J.
GIRARD, Mary J.
GIRARD, Raymond
GOLSH, Mildred (Griggs)
GREENWELL, Jacqueline
W.
HEDRICK, Virginia M.
HEDRICK, William P.
HENRY, Frances D.
(Shriner)
JACKSON, Joseph
JOHNSON, Roxanna F.
KAPS, Pamela K.
(Klamath)
KENTTA, Rosalie G.
KERR, Cindie L.
(LaChance)
KNOX, Mary M. (Hedrick)
LA CHANCE, Carrie S.
LA CHANCE, Kevin R.
LAFFERTY, Vera E.
(Wallace)
LANIER, Lois L.
LARSEN, Franklin
LARSEN, Victor
LEE, Larry L.
LOGAN, Cherine
LOGAN, Larry
MARTIN, Katherine J.
MARTIN, Violet G.
MASON, Cynthia M.
MILES, Charles
PEARSON, David F.
PORTER, Katherine
(Workman)
PRESTON, Maxine
(Washington)
RAYA, Phillip T.
RIDING IN, Delores M.
WOODS, Daniel R.
SERVICE, Diane L.
SEVERSON, Lori M.
SHERIDAN, Theo F.
(Butler)
SHORT, Robert E.
SHRINER, David J.
SMITH, Benjamin D. Jr.
STRIKER, Dent A.
WILLIAMS, Willie N.
WILSON, Kenneth R.
TAYLOR, Sonia R.
TORRES, M argaret
(Washington)
TOWNER, Leah L.
TRONSON, Audrey A.
TUCKER, Tena L.
APPROVED ENROLLMENT
ZOSE, Norman E.
ANDREGG, Heather Ann
AUSTIN, Dwayne Irving
BOSTWICK, Larry A. Jr.
WALLACE, Rhonda C.
(Williams)
WARREN, Daniel J.
WARREN, Donald G.
WASHINGTON, Celeste K.
WASHINGTON, Joan M.
WHITEHEAD, Tam ara S.
WILCOX, Ina (Larson)
WILCOX, Ina Isleen
WILLIAMS, Charmaine J.
EKSTROM, Christopher
Robert
EKSTROM, Olaf Abraham
HELMIG, Jackie Lynn
HILL, Cy Joseph McGuire
HILL, Phil Sterling
HOLLAND, Gabriel E.
JOHNSON, Shawn Matthew
LOGAN, Vanessa Marie
LOOP, Kayla Leann
LUND, Chad Oliver
MARTIN; Dustin Todd
MORGAN, Bonnie Joan
MORGAN, Henry Willard
MOSQUEDA, Thomas
Williams Jr.
SNIDER, John Eugene
SNIDER, Michelle Cristine
TAYLOR, Katrina Louise
Softball Widow
Every spring I see it com
ing. Somewhere around the
first of April, I witness a pro
found change in my hus
band. This mild-mannered,
soft-spoken individual who
spends all w inter as a
devoted family man is sud
denly transformed into a
raving lunatic who can bare
ly remember my name. He
becomes a softball fanatic.
STANDING: Coach, Bristo Bayya; Selene Brandt, Lori Case,
There is usually some w ar
Rayne Blacketer, Kathy Faultz, Rhonda Atteridge, Val Rilatos;
ning as, the transformation
Kneeling: Fonda Case, Kathy "Tiny" Rilatos, Shannon Welch,
begins. As soon as he sees
Sharon Edenfield, Kristi Martin.
the first blade of grass poke
its head through the melting
snow, his eyes become glaz
ed. He walks around pound
ing his fist into an imaginary
glove while he chews im
aginary tobacco. He stands
July 9, and 10th the Siletz day. The “Siletz Mahkook before the m irror sighing
women’s team traveled to Man” took 3rd place. Rayne while he gazes forlornly a t
Florence, OR. to participate Blacketer, a Tribal Member, the pound of flesh he has ac
in the “Abby’s Pizza Tourna and Lori Case, the wife of cumulated on his waist. And
m ent” . E ight (8) team s Wazzy Case were chosen for then come those dreaded
words.
round robin on Saturday and All-Stars.
“Softball season is almost
single elimination on Sun
here and I’ve got to get in
shape.”
At this point, if I had any
sense, I ’d grab the kids and
head for my mother’s house
until the first frost. But year
after year, morbid curiosity
gets the better of me and I
stay to watch the entire soft-
bail scenario unfold.
Once he decides he needs a
workout, he recruits the only
person in our household old
enough to toss a ball out into
the yard for some batting
practice. This year, I was
particularly reluctant (».par
ticipate.
W o m e n ’s S o ftb a ll
T e a m T a k e s 3 rd
“Oh, come on,” he said.
“You could use the exercise.
Just look at the gut on you.”
“ Gut!” I shrieked. “Have
yqu forgotten that I ’m seven
months pregnant?”
“Sweetheart, I ’m sorry.
How thoughtless of me,” he
said as he placed his , arm
around my shoulder and led
me to the center of the yard.
“Now you just lie down here
and pretend you’re the pit
cher’s mound.”
fortunately, these prac
tice sessions quickly pass
and soon give way to the big
moment — the first game.
At any given game, there
are nearly as many rules
governing softball wives as
there are governing the
players themselves. For any
ro o k ie w iv es who a r e
unaware of the proper code
of conduct, there are some
clues:
• It is your responsibility to
make sure your husband’s
uniform is clean and that all
parts are assembled before
every game. This must in
clude not only his team shirt
and pants but also his socks,
knee pads, spikes, hat and
“lucky” batter’s glove (the
one with a hole in each
finger). If your husband is
like mine and he plays ball
after work, you must unders
tand that time is crucial.
You should have all equip
ment laid out in such a way
that he can jump from his
work clothes into his uniform
in under nine seconds.
Photo by Kelley Ellis
SILETZ NATION planning to attend the "National Indian
Slow Pitch Tournament" in Yakima, Washington on August
18,19,20.40 Men's Teams will be participating in this tourna
ment. The Siletz Team will be representing the Confederated
Tribes of Siletz Indians of Oregon. The team members will be
having fund raising activities for the next three weeks to help
pay the entry fee and some of their travel expense. This is the
first opportunity this team has had to play softball at the Na
tionals.
THE SILETZ NATION men's softball team participated in the
Valsetz Mountain Days Softball tournament on July 23-24.
The team took home the Second place trophy losing to
Salem Tax Mini Misers.
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SPRINGFIELD WINTERHAWKS participated in the
"Scalpers" Tournament June 11th and 12th. Team
members, standing, Slugo, Troy Pigsley, unknown,
unknown, Ralph Easter, unknown; kneeling, Stuart
Whitehead, Calvin Easter, Craig Whitehead, Art
McKnight.
• Prepare to be ignored.
Once your husband has set
foot on the playing field, he
will no longer acknowledge
your existence until you get
back in the car at the end of
the game. You must carry
your own lawn chair, the
kids’ sweaters and the ther
mos of Gatorade from the
car to some inconspicuous
spot behind the bench. Here
you will sit for the duration
of the game while your hus
band pretends he doesn’t
know you.
• Carry a big pocketbook.
Since you w ere foolish
enough to accompany him to
the game, you automatically
become the custodian of the
w a lle ts , c a r keys an d
jewelry of all the players
whose wives were sm art
enough to stay home.
• N ever show concern.
Should your husband ever
get hurt on the field you must
control yourself. You must
never run out on the field and
check for a pulse. You must
sit in your chair, biting your
lip until it bleeds, and wait
for his teammates to revive
him. Once he’s on his feet
he’ll quickly assure his bud
dies that he’s OK and console
yourself with the thought
that he’s not really h u r t . . .
until you return home. There
he’ll limp into bed like an a r
thritic 87-year-old and lie
moaning and holding his in
jured leg or arm or finger or
foot while you race around
bringing cold compresses,
h eatin g p ad s, Ben-Gay,
iodine and chicken soup.
This one-foot-in-the-grave
condition will last only until
the next game, at which time
he’ll vault out of bed so fast
you’ll think he’s been to the
miracle shrine at Lourdes.
• Never make plans. Soft-
ball schedules are about as
reliable as the w eather
f o r e c a s ts . T hough th e
original schedule may show
him playing until mid-July,
rain o u ts, m ake-ups and
playoffs could prolong the
season long enough to make
you wonder if he’ll be home
for Thanksgiving. And you
can be sure that no wedding,
christening or family re
union will be im portant
enough to make him miss a
game. Save your socializing
for trophy night.
• And fin a lly ,
d o n ’t
despair. The softball season
is like a virus — it can wreak
havoc with your life for a
while, but it will soon run its
course and be gone. Once it’s
over, his eyes will lose their
blank stare and he’ll notice
how much the children have
grown. Yes, you’ll have your
husband back. At least until
next April.