I recently read an article in a local magazine about Cypress Texas and it brought back some great memories.
My Dad used to work for a company named Trunkline Gas. The company has been sold and the name has been changed but the plant where he worked is still a thriving location at the corner of Telge, Huffmeister and Spring Cypress Area.
The company transports natural gas through a series of pipelines. In order for this gas to move down the lines it had to be pushed with large amounts of pressure. Large compressors that are the size of a small house produced the pressure. Occasionally my Dad would take us through the engine room and as a small boy I was amazed at the noise these engines made. The piston shaft was big enough for a man to climb into. The piston rods were as big as a man's leg and these mechanical items really impressed me.
The floors of the engine room were always spotless and they were waxed on a regular basis. The color of most things throughout the plant was "Trunkline Green"
My Dad and a lot of his friends had to work shift work because the plant ran twenty-four hours a day. My Dad's work buddies had a lot of funny names too. Nobody I can remember had a normal name like Rick or David. Most of the names were like Unk and Goose, Hoss and Runt, HoneyBee and Mex and Suds and Whiteie were a few I remember.
During the Christmas holidays the company would sponsor a big company banquet held at the old Cy-Fair School Cafeteria. I enjoyed these banquets and many a good memory still remains with me from these annual events. The most prominent event however is the story I wish to share with you.
Two of my cousins named Ronnie and Tevan Kleb Jr. were part of this event as our Dad's both worked at the plant. Ronnie is a look alike for a local church pastor and Tevan's full name is Tevan B Kleb Jr. He has a family nickname of Tever.
Ronnie and Tever are near the same age as my brother Keith and I so naturally we played together when we had the chance. Ronnie and Keith always stayed in trouble while Tever and I were always a shining example of behavior.
One of the games we played during these annual events was chase. The hallways of the school building were always dark and when a boy has a long dark hall to run down he is in hog heaven. Mom is not around and there is nothing in a hallway to knock over so it was always full steam ahead.
During one of our games of chase Tever and I thought Keith and Ronnie had ducked into the men's bathroom. Together, Tever and I ran into the bathroom in hot pursuit of the enemy. As we entered the room there was a large black shoe showing from the bottom of the stall. Inside the shoe was a foot connected to a body that was occupying the toilet for obvious business. Tever grabbed me by the arm and whispered into my ear in a very distinct manner "look, there's Ronnie! I know it's him! That's his shoe" as he pointed all the time toward the stall.
Tever stealthily tiptoed his way over to the stall and bends down with both hands and grabbed the foot of this poor soul. The mans voice hollered in amazement as the guy kicked his foot trying to get away from Tever and immediately we both knew the voice was definitely not Ronnie's!
I'll never know if the man in the stall heard us and was playing along with our game by scaring us or if Tevers grabbing of his foot assisted his nature call and really scared him. I just wish I could find out who this man was because unbeknownst to him until now, he gave me another lifetime memory of my childhood, for The Book of Clifford.