Darrell L. Amacker

Um, and so, Roger and Marion, father and mother to Darrell were second father and mother to me, as a child, and so always welcomed into their home, whatever time, day or night. I wake up early, so I would be over there, and Darrell was still sleeping, but Marion would answer the door, and then get Darrell up. He would say he did not want to get out ot bed yet, but she would say: "Your friend it here! You get out of bed!" He would come out to breakfast all sleepy and groggy, and Marion would serve Captian Crunch cereal with milk -- 'cause that's what moms would do way back when. Eventually, Darrell would wake up and we play games and do sports all day -- until one of the moms said: "you are too old to play baseball in the backyard." (She was worried about the windows and baseballs banging into the house). Anywhichway, for those who know about Darrell, and know about the essence or the guy, I will tell this one. During a high school football game, i had a broken collarbone, and the best thing they could figure out fror me was to stand on the other side of the field and hold the down markers, so I did that. And they threw a pass to Darrell. He could not get to it, 'cause it was off target and two defenders. So, he just bopped it up to the air with his left hand. Still could not get to it, so he just bopped it up again, but this time directing it to his right hand. The other two guys got tangled up and fell down. So Darell caught in one hand, and just stood there. If you get what, I'm sayin' he was totally calm and just gonna catch the ball. I heard the coach on the other side or the field say' "Well if they're gonna play like that. we might as well just go home." And so that was our first introduction to community and high school politics, ('cause he didn't always get to be a starter) -- but everyone on the team knew that if you found someone who could throw it up in the air -- well Darrell would find a way to catch it.