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Hermanns Son's Hall Was Gone
By Lois Zook Wauson
Monday, June 22, 2015

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Growing up in the 40's in S. Texas in the country, and going to high school in a little school of 52 students, the local Hermann Son's Hall was the center of all activities for the county and the school. But that only lasted 60 years.

Hermann Son’s Hall was Gone

Eight years ago I moved back to Wilson County after graduating from Poth High School in 1949. I lived in Floresville now. My sister and I drove to Poth sight seeing. I wanted to see my how my old school and our gym or hall looked after nearly 60 years. Hermann Son's Hall was our gym in those days. I stood there and looked at a little pile of old cement pieces that are all that is left of the place I had so much fun and have so many memories of during my teen years, and sadly shook my head. How could someone let that historic old building deteriorate so badly? Five years ago I went by there and it was empty and abandoned and I thought surely someone would restore it. But no one ever did. Every year it got worse and worse, and finally I guess they tore it down. I felt so sad.

I stood there and closed my eyes and thought about all those years of country dances, Catholic church “feasts”, wedding dances, volley ball and basket ball games and tournaments, and junior/senior banquets that were held in that building. My senior year on Feb. 12, I went to a dance there with Adolph Migl Orchestra playing. I saved the ad from the Chronicle Journal in my scrapbook! Ladies tickets were only 25 cents!

I played on the girls’ volleyball team in 1947, ‘48 and ‘49. Poth didn’t have girls’ basketball then. But we had a really good volleyball team. We had all our practices in the “Hall” also known as the “Gym”. We got good, under Jack Lane and then Gilbert Reinhard’s coaching. In 1948 we won district and won most of the tournaments. I was the spiker, as they called it then, and Jennie Lee Weller was my setter. We were good. The other teams respected and feared us. Just like the Poth Girl’s teams now!

In 1948, with the help of our sponsor, Annette Rogers, we formed the Pirette Association. We wanted to have something like the boys did, who had the Pirate Association. In order to join the association, each girl had to participate in at least three activities. When the girls got to be seniors, a jacket was awarded to them. We elected our “beau” that year, Dickie Grier.

When it came time for the junior/senior banquet in the spring, we began planning it months ahead. We always had to have a theme. When we were juniors, we picked a Hawaiian theme. We made the old Hall into a beautiful island filled with palm trees and flowers. We made all our decorations by hand, including the flowers made of crepe paper and the palm trees and the programs and menus. Our proudest construction was a little footbridge that went over a little “river” flowing through the Hall. Don’t ask how we did it. I don’t remember. But the footbridge curved up and was covered with a trellis of flowers and vines.

It was a beautiful scene. The old Hall had been transformed into a fantasyland. The girls in our junior class had a picture taken up on that bridge. I have a picture of us somewhere. I am wearing a white cotton pique princess style dress. We all look beautiful. I felt beautiful that night, for the first time in my life.

Back then the sophomore girls did the serving and we wanted them in sarongs. They were so pretty with their colorful flowered sarongs on. My sister Margaret was one of those. I wonder why the boys didn’t serve back then. Our mothers did the cooking, after we planned the menu. The fathers and sophomore boys weren’t asked to do anything. That is just the way it was back then. Men and boys didn’t get in the kitchens.

The old hall was cold in the winter and hot the rest of the time. All we had were big fans blowing the hot air out and letting the hot air in. But we loved to play volleyball and dance in the big old Hermann Son’s Hall. It was a gathering place for fun, and working together, and playing together.

But later they built a gymnasium and the school didn’t need the old Hermann Son's Hall any more.
      


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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 6/23/2015
Great memories that many can relate to. So many old town halls that were erected within a short buggy ride for community events passed that way when the automobile allowed people to drive much further.

Of the many variations you wrote here, from the sign on the building, it's Hermann Sons' Hall, and the possessive is correct. For many years I wrote my sister's married name as Woltman in many letters only to find out, late in life that German names like have two ns. Woltmann and Hermann are the correct spellings.

Ron
Reviewed by Eva Pasco 6/23/2015
I thoroughly enjoyed touring Hermann Sons Hall with you!

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