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6-- June 18, 2015 editor@newslj, corn Local heroes An official retirement ceremony was held for United States Air Force Technical Sergeant Stan Dixon on Saturday, June 13 at Weston County Senior Services for family and friends to enjoy. The ceremony was conducted by former resident Randi Carpenter. Pictured from left: Carpenter, Dixon and Stan&apos;s wife Tina Dixon pinning his retirement pin on. (Denice Pisciotti/NLJ) The life of a lab technician Donna Gochanour NLJ Senior Correspondent Mary Lou Buffington was a high school girl in the 1950s. In those days, most girls ended up being schoolteachers or nurses or secretaries. She was a straight-A student and was taking classes to become a secretary, but she had one problem -- she flunked every typing test they ever gave her. "I had a very good counselor, an excellent teacher at the time," she recalled, "and she said to me, 'You know, Mary LOa; you will ndver be a secretary.' So she asked me, 'What do you like to do? Do you like chemistry and stuff like that?'" Mary Lou told her that she liked that very well. So they sat down, and the teacher helped her find a scholarship. Mary Lou got a job waiting tables as she went through the University of Colorado at Boulder. She became a lab tech- nician, a job that she loved. Mary Lou graduated in 1959 and came to Newcastle to work at the old hospital on the hill, where she worked until the new hospital opened. Then she worked another three or four years. She said that most people probably didn't even know she was there because she spent her time in the lab, analyzing blood and urine samples as they came in. She said that she "also gave about a million EKGs." At least it felt like it at times. In those early days there was no blood bank, but they had a donor list. If somebody needed blood, she called a person of the right type on the list to come in and donate. She then prepared it for transfusion. After three or four years, they finally got a much-needed blood bank, she said. At this time, the hospital had about 30 beds and they were all full most of the time. There were often beds in the hallways. Dr. Thorpe, Dr. Franz and Dr. Stephenson were all kept busy. The oil boom was on, and a lot of babies were born. There were also a lot of accidents that occurred as the county's popu- lation grew and prospered. Buffington gave high praise to Dr. Franz. She said that he was an outstanding Surgeon. "There wasn't a better one in the state of Wyoming," she said. Mary Lou married Dick Reutner and had three children, all of whom went to school in Newcastle. Eventually they sepa- rated, and a few years later, she and Bob Buffington were married. Mary Lou Buffington arrived in Newcastle in 1959 to work at as a lab technicican Weston County Memorial Hospital, the old hospital on the hill. (Donna Gochanour/NLJ) Senior Happenings Weston County Senior Services June 18: Trip to The Lodge June 18: Mexican Train 1 p.m June 18: Ceramics 1 p.m. June 19: Bridge Ladies 1 p.m. June 20: Open Rec June21: Happy Father's Day June 22: Visually Impaired Support Group 1 p.m. June 23: Mexican Train 1 p.m June 24: Manor visits for lunch June 25: Ceramics 1 p.m. June 26: Blood Pressure Check 9:30 a.m. June 27: Rec Room Open June 30: Mexican Train 1 p.m. Weston County Manor June 18: AI And The Gang Birthday Party 2 p.m. June 19: Greedy 10:30 a.m. June 20: Movie 2 p.m. June 21: Proverbs 11 a.m. June 21: Father's Day Coffee 3 p.m. June 22: Wii 10:30 a.m. June 22: Crazy Cart 3 p.m. June 23: Ceramics 10:30 a.m. June 24: Catholic Study 10:00 am. June 24 Crossword 10:30 a.m. June 25: Manor Squares 10:30 a.m. June 25: Manicures 2 p.m. June 26: Bingo 2 p.m. June 26: Movie 6 p.m. June 27: Hangman 11 a.m. June 27: Happy Hour 3:00 p.m. June 28: Trivia 11 a.m. June 29: Patio Happy Hour 3 p.m. June 30: Ceramics 10:30 p.m. June 30: Keepsake Krafters 2 p.m. June 30: Stories 4 p.m. We are pleased to recognize Scottie Murray for organizing the clean-up of Sheridan Ave., and appreciate the initiative shown by he and his neighbors to beautify their little corner of our community. Wheels of progress? Wyoming Refining Company Success is no Accident RE F I N I N G. LC Last week, I decided that in my stage of life, I'd like to be able to call long-distance from the comfort of my couch instead of getting in my car and driving down to the highway to get reception on my cell phone. Now, most of you can understand the restrictions of limited income, but I got tired of the whole thing, after all, how many more years do I have? Do I want to squander any more time sitting on the corner of U.S. Highway 85 and Salt Creek Road? So I called our telephone company, and the sweet, friendly voice assured me, "No problem!" But I would have to sign a form. Hmm. A form, huh? "I can mail you one," she said, adding the question, "Do you have email?" Yup. I have email. So I tell her where to send it, and she says, "Just sign it and send it back, and we can have you in service this afternoon." Oh cool, way cool, [. think. Well, that's about as far as 'I thought. She assures me that I can print it and sign it and get it back to her. Quick as a bunny (there sure are a lot of those this year), here it comes -- an email with an attachment. Okay, so I get the attachment open and, sure enough, there's a place for me to sign. So I print it and sign it. I finally figure out that I have to drag my printer program up, but I am able to scan it to my computer. So I drop it into the "My Documents" folder. There are some- thing like 921 documents in this file, but as soon as I figure out that they are alphabetical, I can find it. From there I put it on my so-called "Desktop," that imaginary desktop Dml(hhan:ur on the screen in front I RememberWhen of me, as a shortcut. Sometimes it lets me put it into a shortcut and sometimes not -- it just depends on how the computer is feeling, I figure. 'J So now I've got it where it can't get away, q and all I have to do is figure out how to attach it z to an outgoing mail to the telephone company, a Gee, and only about three hours has passed!  This is really speedy. . Well, I open my email and locate the email ' she sent to me and tell it that I want to reply to " it. So up comes a screen with a place to answer ,t back and, by sheer good luck, I manage to pull ,i that little shortcut thingy over to it and get it to e attach itself to the reply. It says "SEND," sol do! Then I wait. Nothing happens.  .... In the morning, I call the nice lady at the. : phone company, and she says it's all fine and " I now have long distance! Just to be sure, I  call cousin Marlys in Minneapolis, and sure " enough, there she was.  Now when all is said and done, I hear a lot ¢ about how much faster this all is, how easy, but ,1.' I tell you I was sweating blood almost from the strain of trying to figure the whole sequence 3 out. I am thinking of putting together our high :) school yearbook in 1951. We had a mimeo- r graph machine and manual typewriters. The yearbook got put together and I still have my copy of it, with the bright red cover. I used to ! love that "zing" when I slammed that carriage ' back for the next line! c A computer just doesn't have any zings on t' it. Writing letters by hand has become a lost ' art, and even books are trying to flee from the ?) scene. Let me tell you, if the "grid" ever goes  down and all the computers in the country "= don't work, we are going to be in a world of hurt. That would be a veritable nightmare! ¢ Nobody can write anymore; if they can't  use a couple of fingers to make a text, they gr are in big trouble. Let me point out that most "e of them cannot spell either. Worse yet is the ' autocorrect. It makes me crazy to see "track"  for "tract" of land. Or "hear" for "here." The autocorrect then is busy making "but" turn into 7 "buy" and similar things like that. Somebody '< up there in Computer Land is having a blast 7 with stuff like this, and they are uncontrollable, ,r so I guess it's a lost cause! You can't fix what i, you can't even find on the computer! ' G