September 24, 1926 —
June 15, 2014
Bahlman, John J. John "Jack" Bahlman
passed away on June 15, 2014. He was a WWII
Submarine Veteran and worked at Sandia National
Lab for 40 years. A Memorial Service will be
held on June 26, 2014 at 3PM, Daniels Family
Funeral Services-Carlisle Chapel, 3113 Carlisle
Blvd NE, Albuquerque, NM. In lieu of flower,
Jack requested donations sent to Animal Humane
of New Mexico.
LETTER FROM BEGEE I THINK:
Letter to Tom
Tom,
Seeing your web page
stimulated a lot of old memories so I thought
I’d do a memory dump of events as I remember
them at the few times in our youths when we were
together. First I have to apologize
because I never could tell you and Steve apart
so my memories don’t differentiate between the
two of you. Also I was glad to see that you are
keeping a chronical, more or less, of Grandpa
Hascall’s life and am more than happy to
contribute whatever I can. I have in my
possession his Parker Brother’s double barreled
shotgun, his Colt Model 1911 .45 ACP and also
his Heddon split bamboo fly rod. I have
attached pictures of each although I only have a
cheap Kodak snapshot camera ( a modern day
version of the old Brownie camera) so the
pictures are not high quality. I don’t
know much about the shotgun other than it was
well used. When I was in high school I
took it quail hunting a few times and discovered
the safety mechanism was worn out and
unreliable. Since my father died and I got
possession I have taken it to a gunsmith and had
it repaired. The story I got on the Colt
.45 ACP was that it belonged to Grandpa’s
brother who was killed in France (during,
after?) WWI and that the gun was in his personal
effects which were shipped home. It was in
bad shape when I got it and I had to replace the
barrel and several internal parts to make it
functional, but now it shoots well and is
surprisingly accurate. The Heddon rod I
got when Grandpa died and I caught a lot of
trout with it when I was in high school but
havent’ used it much since. I also got a
split bamboo rod which belonged to my mother
when she was young which I used some until I
broke the tip trying to retrieve a fly I snagged
on a bush. After that I didn’t want to
risk Grandpa’s pole and pretty much stopped
using it.
So, now for the memory
dump. The first thing has to do with some
of the movies you have posted – or
not. I remember seeing one of your
Dad’s home movies where he caught a ‘possum
and put it in the backyard with your two
dachshunds. The dogs would chase the
‘possum and when they got close the ‘possum
would – well, play ‘possum. The dogs would prod
it for a while and lose interest and walk away
whereupon the ‘possum would get up and run away,
causing the dogs to give chase, and repeat the
sequence ad infinitum. It was very
amusing. I haven’t watched all the films
you posted but wondered if this was one of them.
I remember one time one of
you took me to a nearby irrigation canal to
throw dirt clods at wasps but the other wouldn’t
go because he was allergic to the stings.
I remember when we were
pretty young, going with your Dad somewhere to
kick over rocks and look for scorpions.
Every time we found something under a rock, your
Dad would say “ Oh look, there is a Centruroides
sculpturatus, better leave that one alone kids”
or “OH look, Solifugae Eremobatidae, no, don’t
pick it up.”
Once we were in the backyard
by the pool and someone looked up and there were
2 or 3 vultures circling around. Someone
went into the house and got a bottle of ketchup
and we went out in the field and lay down and
poured ketchup on ourselves to try to lure the
vultures down.
When I was a teen I hated
wearing glasses and was not yet blind enough to
absolutely need them so I usually carried them
in my shirt pocket. One night when we were
visiting, one of you guys wanted to impress some
girl so after dark we TP’d her house.
Well, I lost my glasses while performing the
dirty deed and her parents found them. So
I had to clean up all the toilet paper in order
to get my glasses back.
I remember one of you guys
was “Spiderman” before Spiderman was cool.
I remember my first
experience with candy rocks was with you
guys. I knew you guys were crazy but I
didn’t think you crazy enough to actually
swallow a rock.
I remember, and I won’t tell
anyone if you don’t, but I remember the three of
us meeting a girl in a park one night. One
of you knew her and we all chipped in and found
a gas station where the rest room had a condom
vending machine and bought a condom(s)? for the
one who knew the girl. Two of us went home
and one went with the girl and I never got an
after action report.
I remember that picture in
front of the palm tree because your Dad had
shredded his hand on the palm frond thorns
trimming the tree that day.
I remember your Dad colluding
with one of you and then turning out the lights
and telling us the story of the irrigation ditch
monster and at the climax of the story, one of
you jumped out the closet where he was hiding
and shouted and scared the hell out of all of
us.
I remember when you came to
visit us in that van with the big sign in the
window that said “Warning Radio Active.”
Your Dad drove straight through I guess because
he was hot and tired when you got there and he
laid down and pulled his T-shirt up to cool off
and stretched his arms over his head. And
I turned to one of you and whispered “Wouldn’t
it be funny if someone smacked your Dad on the
stomach right now?” And guess what.
Whichever of you got the message went straight
into action and you know what – it was funny –
for the 10 seconds before retribution descended
on us.