I recently went to Newton to say goodbye to my old friend, Don Anderson. When we first met,he was in Newton High School and I was in McPherson High School. A couple friends and I started going to Newton and hanging out with some kids in Newton.

Donnie and I became good friends and hung out together most weekends. Come summer a bunch of us would go to Courtney Davis's Yentruoc. There were pavilions at the Yentruoc. These pavilions were open on three sides and one end was enclosed with a juke box. Someone in the gang would go out early and get a pavilion. We didn't have a cooler like you do today. We had a big round wash tub filled with ice and beer. Everybody contributed. One time Olive Ann Beech and a party of her followers came out. We invited them to our pavilion and she was glad to come. We were glad to have her because she contributed mightily to the wash tub. One time were getting ready to head back to town. There were four couples in the car, Donnie and I were riding in. Donnie started daring me to ride back without my swimsuit on. Well, I just dared him back. Soon we were dropping our swimsuits and climbing into the back seat. We put a beach towel over our laps because the girls we came with didn't have any other ride and had to sit on our laps back to town. They pulled into what I think was called the 1211 club. It was the club on the south edge of Newton in the middle of the intersection where 81 highway starts to angle toward Main Street. Everybody bailed and went in except Donnie and me. We had to get back in our swimsuits first. Neither one of us was going to back down. The Korean war was hanging over our heads and we all joined up. Donnie went into the Army and I went into the Navy. We served our time in that war and when we came home, Donnie and I picked up where we left off. Eventually I married a girl from Newton. Donnie was my Best Man. After a time Donnie decided to marry and I was his Best Man at his wedding. We kept in contact over the years.

Don Anderson was my brother, we just had different parents.

— Dwain Swick, McPherson