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Post by RER on Jul 14, 2007 17:13:17 GMT -5
Advertisement During the 1950sTelevision and radio commercialsRemember the song jingle? " You wonder where the yellow went, when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent" Bob
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Post by RER on Jul 18, 2007 17:31:35 GMT -5
Music of The Fifties (Best Sellers List) American Bandstand & Dick Clark The Stroll Dance (The Stroll recorded by The Diamonds in 1958) Overall best sellers for the calendar year as tabulated by Cash Box magazine : 1955.Rock Around the Clock, Bill Haley .Ballad of Davy Crockett, Bill Hayes .Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White, Perez Prado .Melody of Love, Billy Vaughn .Yellow Rose of Texas, Mitch Miller .Aint That a Shame, Pat Boone .Sincerely, The McGure Sisters .Unchained Melody, Les Baxter .Crazy Otto Rag, Crazy Otto .Mister Sandman, The Chordettes 1956.Don't be Cruel,Elvis Presley .Great Pretender, The Platters .My Prayer, The Platters .Wayward Wind, Gogi Grant .Whatever Will Be, Will Be, Doris Day .Heartbreak Hotel, Elvis Presley .Lisbon Antigua, Nelson Riddle .Canadian Sunset, Hugo Winterhalter .Moonglow/Theme from "Picnic", Morris Stoloff .Honky Tonk, Bill Doggett (Benny Hill's theme song...) 1957.Tammy, Debbie Reynolds .Love Letters in the Sand, Pat Boone .It's Not for Me to Say, Johnny Mathis .Young Love,Tab Hunter .Chances Are, Johnny Mathis .Little Darlin, The Diamonds .Bye Bye Love, Everly Brothers .All Shook Up, Elvis Presley .So Rare, Jimmy Dorsey .Round and Round, Perry Como 1958.Volare, Domenico Modugno .It's All in the Game, Tommy Edwards .Patricia, Perez Prado .All I Have to Do is Dream, Everly Brothers .Bird Dog, Everly Brothers .Little Star, The Elegants .Witch Doctor, David Seville ("Ting Tang Walla Walla Bing Bang") .Twilight Time, The Platters .Tequilla, The Champs .At the Hop, Danny and the Juniors 1959.Mack the Knife, Bobby Darin .Battle of New Orleans, Johnny Horton .Venus, Frankie Avalon .Lonely Boy, Paul Anka .There Goes My Baby, The Drifters .Personality, Lloyd Price .Three Bells, The Browns .Put Your Head on My Shoulder, Paul Anka .Sleep Walk, Santo and Johnny .Come Softly to Me, The Fleetwoods Bob
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Post by jack on Jul 29, 2007 14:34:16 GMT -5
Hello to all!. First let me tell you a bit about myself, so you will know my stay was a short one. My name is John (jack) Knox. My dad was in the air force, and I guess stationed at Camp Attaberry. We lived in Columbus for 4 years, this was about 1953 to 1958, but it was filled with memories that might be more befitting for 100 years! We lived in 3 different places while there. The 1st place, well it was a white house (now how many white houses can there be in Columbus?) 2 story, where all 3 of us kids slept upstairs. The garage was detached and a bit behind the house. Mom had a little strip garden along the house where we might sometimes pull up goodies to munch on. Cannot recall where it was located, except our street kind of jogged to the left and went on. At the jog to the left of the street I think my mom had a friend she call sis Brumfield (?) who later moved to a new subdivision. My mom was a nurse and worked at the Hospital where my brother was born. We moved from there to 16th and Union north/east corner, brick house with a big porch. This was the center of the universe as far as I was concerned. We had our milk delivered in a little metal box on the steps, which also would hold my school books, if I saw something that just had to be checked out, before going in. I guess I should say here how old I was, I went to 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade at Saint Bartholomew school. My best friend in the world, which at that time was 3 square blocks, was Jackie Penser (?) who lived across the street on union. We would, and did, go just about any place. I remember one time Jackie told me he had saw some big boxes at this store, and that we needed to get them! The store was maybe a couple of blocks to the west of us, maybe an appliance store, so we dragged them home, and made a fort!
Jackie went to the school down the street from us. I think it was on 17th. Now I have read a lot of boards here. Took me about a week, but from reading gazillion posts, I think it was McKinley. I came back in 2002, when I retired, and found the school was apartments or condos. You know leave a place for 40 years and come back, and darn if it hasn’t changed! I was looking for a place to finish off my life in, but land just cost too much, so settled in Arkansas.
Most things were still there though, the house I lived in, well all the houses were still there, but different people living in them. I remember the Haunted house on 16th and Home. I think it took up the whole block. I say haunted, because at the time it had a fence with weeds, trees, bushes, mingled in with it. That and my big brother TOLD me it was haunted. I never, never walked on that side of the street!
I remember my 1st set of roller skates, still had the key till this last move, and the side walk. The side walk around my block was, well lets say not the best for roller skating, fun to skate, had 3 built in jumping ramps. I sit here trying to think of just how many times I donated skin and blood to that sidewalk, before I could jump those uplifts in the concrete. I also got my 1st bike there…it liked the rose bushes!! No matter what I did, it always ran right into them! Well I guess it got tired of doing that, and one day decided to stop, and then I was ready to try seeing the rest of the world. I had already seen every branch, and thorn of them rose bushes!
Donner’s park had a summer program, one time (one of many!) where they had a watermelon eating contest and such. I did not win that, but I did win the best-decorated bike. My brother and sister helped me decorate it, and it won! I got to lead a procession of kids on bikes all over the place. I learned how to swim there. I learned that the merry go round ring (I have read of others who remember this one) was fun, just as long as you could hang on. One time I go to going real fast, and flew off. Once was enough of that! I attended many a show there, one I remember was a magician. He wanted me to stick my hand in his little guillotine… yeah right! I must have made 2 dozen potholders.
The house we lived in on union was kind of small, but I guess that was what my father could afford. It got even smaller when my little brother came along! I remember watching TV, Mickey Mouse, Spin and Marty, and on Friday nights….. the Friday night fights, dad liked them. There was a furnace in the basement and every once in a while the door to it would fall, or blow off, and dad would have to go down and put it back on. I remember when dad planted shrubs, or something along the wall of the porch, and put fresh fertilizer on them, oh the smell!! I remember the neighbor on the corner right across from us was a bounty hunter, or so I was told. He would take me out in the country and let me ride his horses. I remember one summer I wanted to have some money, so I grabbed the lawn mower and went door to door. Well I got one customer. A nice little old lady, with a yard where the grass was 3 foot high. Well I got $1 for about 4 hours work, not to bad for a 3rd grader. I went home and crossed the street to the drug store, and got 2 milk shakes. Still had 50 cents left, gave that to my dad. I remember the barbershop just down 16th; use to get a stick of gum if I sat still for him.
My older brother use to take me fishing at haws creek. For years I use to call it Hawk creek, till one day my brother said, hawk creek, where was that? Oh well, it was fun no matter what you called it. I never remember catching fish there, just crawdads. Now I do not know if it was just my young mind, or the creek sure has changed, but it sure is a lot different now.
I remember buying records from a man who lived, ok now remember this is from the memory of a 3rd grader, on 17th or 18th, home to maple??? I think he sold them out of his garage? I bought Honeycomb, and others there. I remember going to one movie, my sister had to baby-sit me, so she had to take me along. What a date that was for her, guess I owe her one. I remember the basement, I think of the courthouse, had like a museum in it? It was kind of a strange place to me.
Now for some of the high points. I remember the first girl I kissed, Cecilia Page. It was winter, and we had built a snowman in her back yard. Well we got behind the snowman and it happened. No bells rang, no fireworks, but I liked it just the same. I use to roller-skate with her in her basement. I remember sitting down and talking to her dad one time, not sure at all what we talked about, but it seemed like ½ hour. It could have been he wanted to know a bit about this boy who was spending some time with his daughter. I guess I was ok, cause he let me come back again. The 1st house we lived in had an out-house. We did not use it as we had indoor plumbing, but could not understand who would have use something like that. Later in life, in Vietnam, I would have used it; it would have been down right nice! I remember one time I was coming home from school on my bike, I was late and using all the shortcuts I knew. I came flying out of an alley, and ran right into a car! I managed to somehow pull one side of the rear bumper off. The poor guy was so concerned that I was ok, and paid no attention to the fact his bumper was hanging off. I remember one time at school; a kid (I think his name was Robert) hit me. I took off after him and he crossed the street…in the middle of it. Now you know the crossing guards are there for a reason, but reason had fled, and was nowhere to be seen. Well the next day, both of us were escorted to Mother Superior. She did listen to our story, as to why we did not use the crosswalk, then got out the paddle. Now the next thing that happened sure did seem strange to me, but saved my skinny little behind. She found out my older brother was in this school, so she sent for him to watch as I got the paddle. When he got there she took the time to explain to him just why I was going to get my hide ripped off. He said… no way. So we stood there and watched Robert get his. I wish I could remember what I was feeling at that point, but I left hating that woman. The next day my dad had to come to school to talk to Mother Superior. We sat there and dad listened to what I had to say, and what she had to say. He said, you are not going to paddle my son for defending himself. I guess she did not remember my dad was in the military and had a slightly different point of view on things. Well I never did get the paddle, but for some reason, they flunked me, had to redo the 3rd grade. By this time my mom was sick with cancer, and dad got transferred to March AFB in Riverside Ca. to see if the desert would help, so I Mother Superior never got a second chance to wail on me.
The last house we lived at was south of union and 16th. I don’t remember where, but it was close to the railroad tracks. I remember my older brother was playing baseball with a bunch of the guys, and one of them, slid, or fell, and sliced his arm open on a piece of glass. I think that ended the ball playing there. We were not there long, as we moved to Ca.
Being an air force brat, we moved a lot. Mom did not do any better in Ca, so the doctors told dad she might as well be near her kin for the remainder. We moved to Chicago, and stayed there till Mom passed. Then dad got orders for Japan. Spent 3 years there. So many times people ask me, where are you from? I tell them the United States, but grew up in Columbus Indiana. That seems to answer their question, but leaves me wanting. I wish I HAD grown up there, but the time I did spend there sure set the form for how I did grow up. I have returned to visit twice, once in 74, and then when I was house hunting in 2002. Each time I saw changes, each time I felt sadder. There is one thing I can say, Columbus can change all it wants, my memories still stay the same. To all the folks whom I grew up with and lived by, I say Thank You, Thank You for the happiest time of my life. John Knox
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Post by Ricky_Berkey on Jul 30, 2007 6:49:35 GMT -5
Jack, Welcome and thanks for that vivid memory of your short time spent in Columbus. Those are the kind of memories we try to record here so future generations (their will always be a few who care ) will be able to explore the past. Hello to all!. First let me tell you a bit about myself, so you will know my stay was a short one. My name is John (jack) Knox. My dad was in the air force, and I guess stationed at Camp Attaberry. We lived in Columbus for 4 years, this was about 1953 to 1958, but it was filled with memories that might be more befitting for 100 years! We lived in 3 different
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Post by nancs on Jul 30, 2007 7:49:07 GMT -5
Hi John/Jack, And I have to second Ricky-----welcome to the boards, and your memories of Columbus are wonderful. You mentioned 'Sis Brumfield,' and that sounded so familiar, and I know that several of us went to school with Brumfield kids at Garfield and in East Columbus. I just couldn't put the lady that I knew living in the area that you mentioned. But maybe she did during the years that you mentioned, as I had moved by then to CA. Yes, to the barber shop on 16th Street, Gene Chapman (father of Karen Chapman Barkhimer, and her brother, Ronnie) was a barber there. The Chapman's lived in that general area, and the Barkhimer family almost right across the street from the barber shop. You mentioned 'haunted house,' does anyone else think that might have been the Nugent home, now a bed and breakfast??? Loved your Donner Park memories. I hope that Katia Hatter catches them, as she (a current director in Parks/Recreation) is seeking Parks/Recreation memories to include in an upcoming celebration. As a gentle reminder, Katia would love to hear from anyone that can contribute memories, such as John included. Send her an email: khatter@columbus.in.gov Special in my heart, were John's comments about Haw Creek, having grown up almost right along its banks on 7th Street. Columbus is recognized, sort of, as being-------Different by Design. I can't help but think-------going beyond the architecture to which I believe those three words refer-----Columbus is 'different,' yes, some of it may change, but for so many, our roots go deep in Columbus, and perhaps that is part of what makes it different-----------the memories that we hold dear and are such a part of our lives----------was that by 'design' or just because Columbus was such a wholesome place to live? To all------------Take a moment, take a memory walk through your past, and share here on the boards--------yes, Columbus is different, and ever so special, by design of the memories that we hold dear. Nanc
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Post by jack on Jul 30, 2007 15:53:11 GMT -5
Hi Nancs, It was so nice to have stumbled on this site. I am not sure what I was looking for, but I found it, or maybe…it found me? Sis Brumfield that I mentioned, may, or may not have lived by us. It is just a ghost of a memory, of someone mom knew who lived down the street. I am kind of sure, whom ever it was moved shortly after we moved into that house, and we did not live there long, maybe 6 months. Then we moved to the house on Union. I do know that Sis lived in; well I would have called it, a real nice neighborhood. I think it was just built, and on the east side. You know I have read about folks not getting a car right away, but I am sure dad had one. He would have had to get to the base. He was flying a lot back in them days, on C119’s, so not sure how we got around, as I do not believe mom drove. I was sitting here letting the mind go back to those days of yesteryear, I remember making little pies. The thing was round, and hinged, with long handles. We would take two pieces of bread, spoon in some pie filling, clamp it shut and trim off the crust. Then just put it over a burner of the stove, and in a bit… pie! I do not remember drinking much soda pop, lots of water, and a lot of time from a hose, maybe from some one out watering their lawn. I cannot imagine being out today, and stopping by some one you do not know and asking to get a drink from their hose. I got to thinking of all the other placed I have lived, and as much as Columbus has changed, it is nowhere as bad as where I lived in CA. They took and tore down about 1 mile of homes, both sides of the street, and made an industrial complex. Homes, schools, stores, all gone. I did come back to Columbus in 2002 and drove by the house on Union, and they were having a porch sale. Well I thought, are these folks still as friendly as back then? I went up to them, and explained I use to live there. Well come on in and look around they said. Yup still as friendly! I brought my movie camera in, and filmed the inside. I sent a copy to my brother and sister, how did you manage to get this they asked. I said I walked up and said HI. A town is just a bunch of buildings with people, what makes the town what it is, is the people. I think in this case, the people live on, the town can, and does change, but the people are the same. I miss my little drug store on union, I once saw it pictured in National Geographic, wish I had save that one. As for the haunted house, I do believe it is the bed and breakfast you mentioned. When last I was there it was all cleaned up. Still made me kind of, well scared. Some memories I guess I just do not want to let go of, special I guess. Well got to get back to clearing trees for the garage extension. Jack
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Post by nancs on Jul 30, 2007 16:32:25 GMT -5
From Jack's post: I was sitting here letting the mind go back to those days of yesteryear, I remember making little pies. The thing was round, and hinged, with long handles. We would take two pieces of bread, spoon in some pie filling, clamp it shut and trim off the crust. Then just put it over a burner of the stove, and in a bit… pie! Jack, you have to know Richard, who posts on the boards, just an awesome guy, and he came to our 'rescue' and promptly furnished a photo of 'our remembered gadget.' Thanks, Richard. Oh, my, yes, indeed, I remember that gadget, and what an innovation it was. When my family moved to California in November 1952, we sold out in Columbus, almost 'lock, stock, 'n barrel' and all that remained of our 'life with horses in Columbus,' was our two horse trailer. It was in that trailer that we brought all our belongings to California!!!!!!!!!!!! Very much looking like the Beverly Hillbillies, I suspect. And within, the things my mother managed to get packed, was, indeed, that little sandwich/pie maker. Wasn't it wonderful? ? In my family, during Columbus days, we most often made grilled cheese sandwiches. Now, I am not really certain just where or when I first knew about 'a snipe hunt!' And it well may be that it has its roots in my Columbus memories. However, my real memory of a 'snipe hunt' lies in my 'grown up life,' camping in Southern California. I just looked up 'snipe' in the dictionary, and truly it did NOT reference 'snipe' as I know it to be. To conduct a 'snipe hunt,' one needs to gather up a bunch of 'the unknowing,' better done in the dark of the night on a cool summer beach, or up in the mountains among the trees, or could just be done in your neighborhood, there are mountain snipe, beach snipe, city snipe, country snipe-----------arm everyone with a pot or a pan, and a spoon, so as to be able to make enough noise to chase the 'snipe' from their hiding spots. Those little critters are really hard to find, I might add. As the leader, you go far and wide, looking for a 'snipe.' During the hunt, it is really fun to have a co-leader, who sort of slips away from the big group, heads back to the camp site, and when the group returns empty handed, announce that they had caught a 'snipe' and it was all prepared and ready to be cooked over the open camp fire, a treat for all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;D Yes, made in that little pie maker transported all the way from Columbus to California. Consequently, in my family and within our circle of friends, that little pie maker is known 'as the snipe cooker.' Bob/Karen B., if you are reading this--------remember the 'snipe hunts' at Doheny on the beach? Know our kids do, for sure!!!! I will reveal NO more about 'snipe.' However, I suggest that if you are not familiar with that delicacy, that you get yourself busy and talk to an old timer, and yes, I guess my age bracket qualifies---------------get their story, and sometime, yet this summer, conduct a 'snipe hunt.' You are guaranteed a lot of good fun and laughter, as well as making lasting memories for others!!!!! You made me smile, Jack. Thanks for the memories. Nanc
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Post by jack on Jul 31, 2007 23:22:29 GMT -5
Oh Nancs I am so sad! I am still reading all of the different posts, and I am realizing just how much of Columbus I missed! It is like getting a ½ hour free spree in a candy store, only to find out when it was done…there were 4 floors, and I only got to 1. Snif, sniff. Well so be it, the small part I did get to experience sure was wonderful!! Hey as long as I got you here, ha ha, am I missing something in the way of the boards? Is there a “general” board, you know just to kick things around now, with out hitting on the listed topics? I plan on being there for the 2008 get together! I am planning on spending a week there, and just going to all the places I am reading about, well the ones still there. I noticed there is someone pulling listings out of a phonebook; wonder if they have residential listings also? I will have to go back over the posts and see who it was, and send them a message. I hope they give enough advanced warning to the next get together, so I can find a place to stay!! I think I might spend 2 or 3 days in the library going over records to see who married who, who is still ling in town, and such. I found out the school I went to Saint Bartholomew, is not run by the nuns anymore. Well back to the reading! Jack
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Post by Babs on Aug 2, 2007 8:57:57 GMT -5
Hello and welcome Jack, My husband was stationed at Bakalar AFB, which is what the base's name would've been during the time frame you mentioned. He was there from 1955 through 1959, so I wonder if he and your dad might've crossed paths. Don (my husband) flew in the C119's as an instructor.
You have good memories of a small town and you are so right it was a great place to live. I was born in Columbus, spent all of my childhood here, married a serviceman and moved all over but eventually returned to my Columbus roots about 7 years ago. Columbus was indeed a wonderful place to grow up in and its also a great place to live now.
Just fyi our next Historic Columbus Indiana Celebration is scheduled for next April (date slips my mind right at this moment) but so you can begin your planning you should mark that on your calendar. I will get back to you on the date.
Regarding your comment on "residential listings", yes, one of our members has some Columbus city directories for how far back I'm not certain but he could certainly assist you in locating where certain folks lived at that time. He found an address for me of one of the homes my grandparents owned up on Central Avenue. Richard is the man you need to contact for this information and he is one of the administrators of this site so you can either send him an email or a personal message through the boards.
Again welcome and we are so glad to have your aboard. Have a great day and we look forward to meeting you in person at our next "celebration of Columbus".
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Post by jack on Aug 2, 2007 20:15:34 GMT -5
Hi Babs, My dad was either an E6 or E7 last name Knox. I remember he would be gone for a few days at a time…sometimes. One of my sisters memories is dad bringing home some of the guys from the base, I guess after a night of drinking, and having my mom patch them up. Sis told me one time a guy had got tossed out a second story window. Mom drew the line in the dirt on that. I guess they guys had to go to the base hospital then. That also meant a report being made. My sister told me my dads drinking days ended shortly after that, something about a frying pan. She said it made the weirdest noise. In our house there was only one boss, and she ran it with an iron fist, ah, skillet? There is something to be said about running a house on love, if you got it… you deserved it. I got it only once, had to do with a bar of soap, and my mouth. Now you might be thinking, ah swearing, but no, lying. I kissed a girl, thought no one saw. Mom asked me what I was doing, said nothing, she said, and boy I remember this, I will ask one more time. I said, “nothing”, and she grabbed my arm and into the bathroom we went. When she was done, which was 2 or 3 minutes longer then I wanted, she helped me Ha Ha Ha, clean out my mouth. When my face was dry, she gave me a big hug, and kiss, and said, no more lying. . I think it took 2 days to get the taste out of my mouth. I never did lie to mom again. I remember one summer the base had a day set aside for a base picnic. It was the 1st time any one ever said to me, eat all you want. I did. Did not sleep well that night. I also remember when my little brother was born. My older brother and I were fishing at haw creek, and I asked him “what is that building over there” he said it is the hospital. I said where mom is? He said yup. I remember walking across a plowed field and looking into the windows. Sure enough there was my mom. She started laughing, and then brought over my brand new brother to the window for me to see. I looked a bit waved, and went back to fishing. That hospital sure has changed, but then again so has haw creek.
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Post by Babs on Aug 3, 2007 17:54:55 GMT -5
Hi Jack, Do you know if your dad was a "crew chief"? I asked Don and he did not remember the name but the base was pretty crowded with a lot of new officers when Don got there so think it was about all he could do to keep up with all his friends.
Oh I got a terrible spanking, my brother too, one time for just calling each other "a liar". That was something my folks did not tolerate at all was lying of any type. I remember we were not very old and had been playing out behind the garage in our sandbox. Don't remember what happened but as we were called in for supper, something was brought up and we both started denying it. I called my brother a liar and he called me one and man did my dad light into us. Off came his belt and we got the spanking of our lives. Don't think either of us ever called each other a liar ever again. I don't ever remember having my mouth washed out with soap but think my brother did one time. One time was all it took, I'm sure.
Actually I think parents who really "parented" back in the "good ole days" raised a better breed of kids than some of the parents today. Times are too easy, not many kids are held accountable and no respect for either parents, teachers, policemen or anyone. If an adult told you to do something we listened and you better believe we did it.
Is that a picture of you and your dad?
You mention kissing a girl and then lying about it. I remember my first kiss; we were playing post office at a party for the basketball team and when you were called into the closet to get a kiss, most of the boys kissed you on the cheek (we were pretty young at this time and in grade school). Well this one boy "planted one on me" right in the kisser and I was not ready for that so I hauled off and socked him a good one right in the eye. :-( He came out of the closet holding his eye and of course all the other kids laughed at him and asked him what happened.) I suppose if I had liked the boy it might've been different but we were awfully young.
Keep on posting Jack; everyone will enjoy your memories and you cause the rest of us then to think of more memories of our own.
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Post by jack on Aug 6, 2007 22:11:55 GMT -5
Hi Babs sorry for the delay in responding, but have been working on the garage extension. I think my dad was a crew chief. I know in Japan he was, but on the ground in aircraft maintenance. I agree with our parents setting down the rules, and then enforcing them. I know if I had tried to do the same I would have been in jail. Do you know at their school the teachers actually asked the kids if they were spanked, or punished in any like manner? Then if they said yes they called the authorities. I had a hard time raising them in a “socially acceptable manner”. We had a similar kissing game, but we did not play it until 4th or 5th grade, spin the bottle, and we did not leave the circle. If I remember correctly it was a quick peck, but on the lips. Nine months after leaving Columbus we were living in Chicago, and though it was a big city, things were still safe enough that we roamed where we wanted. Cannot imagine do that now, there or anywhere. My kids still say yes sir, or yes mam. I have noticed when I pay for something in a store, and I say thank you sir, or mam and they are young, I get some strange looks. I think we can blame all the quick changes on the space program, too much, too fast. There was no time to adapt. Oh well they are just as much to blame as anyone else. John
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Post by Babs on Aug 7, 2007 16:56:37 GMT -5
We were either in the fourth or fifth grade too; maybe the game was not post office but I do remember we went into a closet. I never did like that kid after that game! :-( I know we played spin the bottle and post office.
My dad ruled with "an iron fist" and a good strong belt! You better not sass him or even look like you were thinking about it. I remember one time, I was in high school and something was said at the dinner table, I got upset and got up and went into the bathroom and was brushing my hair. I ended up throwing the hair brush into the tub I was so peeved and my dad almost took the bathroom door off its hinges as he stormed into the bathroom. He grabbed hold of me and he shook me till my teeth rattled and I'll never forget his words to me. "Don't you ever raise your voice to your mother again?" (Hey I never raised my voice or said one word, I was just mad and threw the hair brush...but he knew I wanted to say something. Needless to say I never threw another hair brush or anything else.) You did not give my dad even a bad look or you would get it. He was one tough cookie and at almost 94 is still just as tough. In his eyes I'm sure I'm just a little kid yet!
Having said all of this, it didn't kill me to be raised by strict parents. I got spankings maybe I didn't deserve but sometimes I didn't get some I did deserve. I'm like you I still respect my elders, I still say "yes, mam and yes, sir", I obey the laws, and sometimes wonder what the next generation of kids will turn out to be with all they are given and no discipline. Teachers can't lay a hand on kids anymore or they better not. Don't know if the space program had anything to do with any of this, but I can sure say whoever came up with the idea that the kids ruled the family and "were in charge" got something wrong. Kids are not in charge and because so many parents have let them think they are we've got a generation of spoiled young people who think the world owes them "everything". Its not true kids! You gotta get out there and earn it!
Give me the "good ole days anytime"....but maybe that is showing my age? Suppose? I don't care, I'm glad I was born and raised in Columbus and yes, glad even that I happened to be born into a strict family where when my dad said "jump", we asked "yes, sir, how high?"
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Post by jack on Aug 7, 2007 22:11:04 GMT -5
I was sitting at the computer, and reading all the different boards, and decided to listen to some music also. I opened media player and hit one of my play list. It turned out to start with Andrew Sisters, then went to Disney’s: When you wish upon a star. All stopped, eyes closed, I was laying on the front room floor, 9 years old watching The Mickey Mouse Club. I could see it as if I was there. Song finished, eyes opened, and darn if they weren’t wet. A happy wet. Soooo to all who say: you can’t go back, your wrong. Why can’t they rerun them? Spin and Marty too! A recently 9-year-old, Jack
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Margo CHS Class of 55
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Post by Margo CHS Class of 55 on Aug 17, 2007 23:26:27 GMT -5
GREAT POST Jack !!
We all love to read other people's memories and special reflections. Thanks so much for sharing yours...
MEMORIES are made of this........
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Post by richard on Aug 21, 2007 19:51:36 GMT -5
This was in today’s Looking Back column that The Republic runs each day. From 1997: James O’Neal, Marvin Schaffner and Jack Duncan are to be the managers of a new Edsel dealership. The dealership is being established by the Ford Motor Company.
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coopjim
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Post by coopjim on Aug 28, 2007 10:14:35 GMT -5
Jack and Babs, I saw all the talk about the base. My dad, Bill Cooper, was a local pilot and flew in WWII, also an instructor but in P-51s. He used to refer to the Air Base as Atterbury Army Air Field because that's what it was during the war. I think it became Bakalar during the early '50s and remained such until closing in the '70s. My uncle, Bill Fox was one of the local Columbus guys that helped the base museum get started and made some of the models on display there.
My father-in-law was Warren Baldridge and was a pilot at the base from 1961 until the base closed and then he moved to Grissom in Peru where he continued to fly and was the budget officer for the 434th. My mother, Mary Lou Cooper, also worked at Bakalar and also trasferred to Grissom and worked for the 434th. The both retired in the '80s.
I grew up in Columbus and Hope and lived there until the early '80s. Some of your memories really take me back to my growing up years. Jim Cooper
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Babs
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Post by Babs on Aug 29, 2007 0:33:59 GMT -5
Hi Jim, Yes, the Air Force Base was originally called Atterbury, which I think was always confusing, since the Army base was also Atterbury. Exactly when it became Bakalar I'm not sure, I worked there in 1955 and it was Bakalar at that time, so sometime previous to that would've been when the name was switched.
Lots of fond memories from those days. I met my husband at Bakalar and he flew in C-119's at that time as an instructor for the reserves.
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TEXACO
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Post by TEXACO on Sept 1, 2007 13:25:06 GMT -5
Trimmel Tire ShopLocated on 10th Street before you cross HawcreekThe Trimmel tire shop was on the backside of the city golf course within 200 yards or so from the 10th Street Hawcreek Bridge. It was a small little building that Mr. Trimmel had and he sold recapped tires and did tire patching. The place was sort of a messy area, but what do you expect it was a tire repair place. The 1953 directory lists it as Harold Trimmel (gas station) 2324 10th Street. Mr. Trimmel was a very nice man and my Dad used his shop for recaps (normal in those days) and tire repairs. My brother and I also used Trimmel's after we started driving vehicles. Bob Actually Harold's last name was Trimnell (not Trimmel) and he was, indeed, a character. My Dad, Ralph Hinds (who was the Texaco consignee in Columbus from 1943 through 1975) owned the little building where Harold had his business. It was always a total jumble of tires, tubes, valve stems, oil and grease cans, pop bottles, Harold's old cigar butts, and what-have-you. But if you went in there and asked him for the most obscure item you could think of, he could walk right to it!
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RER
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Post by RER on Sept 1, 2007 14:55:13 GMT -5
Hi Texaco,
Thanks for your additional information on the Trimnell (Trimmel) tire place. I also typed it wrong from the directory. Well, I guess I had two wrongs, and thanks to you it is now right. The 54 year old Columbus Directory apparently had the spelling wrong. Here is a segment quote of the 10th Street 1953 directory:
Bernice Street intersects
2320 Joy’s Flower Shop 2324 Harold Trimmell (gas station)
Brookside Avenue intersects Haw Creek bridge
Smith Street ends
ns Louis G. Sitterding ss Rust Monument Works
Gladstone Avenue ends
ss Garland Brook Cemetery North Entrance
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