HELLO
AGAIN!
And
Happy Memorial Day to you all. Since I have received a good many responses to
TLC #12 you get a quick turnaround with notes from old
friends.
But
first, as they say on TV news, a couple of quick Lexington items. The
renovation/restoration movement is continuing apace, or possibly even picking up
speed. Visitors to Lexington over the weekend said they were amazed at the
difference in the last 3 to 5 years.
So, if
you are tempted to come see for yourselves: June 9&10 is the Heritage Days
Festival (closest, I suppose, to the old Fall Festival). We always have a nice
4th of July event: picnic at the lake with music (live and canned) with
parachutists (weather permitting) and a fireworks display. This year the added
incentive is the Chautauqua.
Oct. 13th & 14th is the annual Apple, Arts & Antiques
Festival. It's just what it sounds like, and is growing every
year.
End of commercials, and on with the
show!
From
Janice Jiovenale Tubiolo:
Good grief! Had
forgotten that so MANY people worked at Odessa over the years. I remember
the Gueguens' tenure. My own duty there was during my sophomore summer
when my Aunt Nancy Sartain (from Henrietta), managed the ice cream parlor where
I learned to make (and love) marshmallow shakes. Never was able to get them
anyplace else. I also remember putting a quarter - quite a big part of my
wages - into the table jukeboxes for five songs, when I couldn't get patrons
(usually classmates or cadets) to do it. Susan, you may remember that I
was particularly nutty over 'Sh-boom' and '26 Miles' about then. Now that
I think of it, I got quite a bit of experience in the malt-making business since
I also worked for a time at the tiny Ice Cream Shop sandwiched between Sheiky's
and the Main Street Theater. Mary Ann (Holman '58) Florence's mom managed it
then. As the memories come flooding in, do others remember the cherry,
lime or other-flavored phosphates at Walker's Drug? What a nickel treat
that was! One that I barely remember is the Palace of Sweets on North side
of Main between 9th & 10th.
Thanks so much Susan, for providing the
doorway into our shared pasts. The names of fellow writers bring instant and
welcome visual memories.
Love 'n laughter,
Jan
Kathi
(Mrs. John Boone) Skelton:
Susan-I was unaware
of TLC until recently when Mary Kay (Skelton) and David Smith were visiting us
in Florida. John now alerts me when it comes and I was reading over his
shoulder when the name Bruna McGuire jumped out at me.
I missed the
original input from this-but I have my own Bruna story even though I'm not an
original Lexingtonian. Bruna's column also ran in the Carrollton paper and
I had a sorority sister from Carrollton at Mizzou. She received the paper
and we would all anxiously await the column each week and laugh until our sides
hurt, usually at breakfast, and that would give us our lift for the week. I only
wished I had saved some of the columns to pass on to our children, so they to
would see small town life through the eyes of Bruna. I am planning to E-Mail
Suzanne-my friend from college-to let her know Bruna still lives.
Kathi Skelton
P.S.
John wanted me to add that we were in Arizona recently and he visited over the
phone with Liz Anne. We tried to get together, but schedules didn't permit
it this time.
From Liz
Anne (White) herself:
Love the
TLC as usual. Don't know how you find time to be so creative and keep up with
everything else. Did think of something-do you remember when we would go to the
drugstore and have a cherry coke and drop peanuts in them-supposed to give you a
"buzz"!
Scribe: Well, now our
reputations are shot. Everyone will know how wild we were! The
"drugstore" was, of course, Ford & Rush. What I remember best: the
hot fudge. Never found any to equal that, even my
homemade.
From Old Fogey
Dunford
Susan,
I am going to call Bob Swafford at Richmond and ask
him if it is possible for him to enter Bruna McGuire's Model A in the upcoming
Heritage Day Parade. Bruna used to write about driving across the bridge very
slowly. I once was in Hardin and her car was parked in the middle of the
street with the motor running and no Bruna to be seen.