TLC logo TLC #20:  July 8, 2001

Dear Hearts & Gentle People:
I ran into Florine Fiora Frerking (love that name!) - and she said Dave might re-open Dave's Cafe!!! The only stipulation is, the Gueguen girls have to come waitress there. Okay, girls, how 'bout it?
Message for Bill Tempel: please consider writing a note about a memorable journey to Chillicothe for a house party in the fall of '57. That should be part of Lexington history.
Slick Heathman has decided he should record for posterity some of the numerous events he remembers. Speaking of Lexington history, that would be a Best Seller.
And speaking of Best Sellers, I think Jim O'Malley is nearly convinced to write his memoirs. He's being inspired by Mary Pat Gueguen Miller and the Scribe Spouse, who have committed their childhoods to paper.
Tabo brought a number of quick responses, so let's get to them!
Jan Rider McCoy:
Now you have opened lots of cans of Beer.  TABO!  It comes to mind how one night when it had flooded and we actually waded through the flood waters to get to the woman's restroom.  It must have been fancied up compared to the men's restroom.
Kehrees Cafe-the wonder of eating Mrs Kehrees Chili on a cold Saturday with Baby. 
Also-remember one of the LHS students on a return trip from Tabo burning her nose with a cigarette car lighter and showing up at school the next day.  Will not tell who it was - but you know who you are!
A dance down memory lane!!!
Barbara Tabb Jarman:
Thanks again for a great issue of TLC - I really enjoyed it, and got
some more education at the same time.  And, I'm a little embarrassed
that I didn't think of 'Tabo' when the gauntlet was thrown to come up
with some notorious place that we all knew about.  My only experience with Tabo was older than most - back to when it was run by 'Lige' Neer and his wife; and, I'm not sure it was anything but a roadside cafe of sorts then.
My maternal grandparents lived in the house at the top of that hill, and when I'd be out there visiting with them and we'd go into town, we would sometimes stop in there to deliver fresh eggs to the Neers. That place must have had a long history, and only had a 'reputation' of sorts while I was in high school. What I remember of it from 'way back when' is pretty dull, but it 'stuck' nonetheless. I think I was about 5 years old. I had made a pet of one of my grandmother's banty roosters, and she said I could take it along when we went to town that day. We stopped down at Tabo to deliver some eggs, and there was the little social visit that normally took place. Then, all of a sudden, Mrs. Neer went berserk and started running around and screaming like the devil himself was in there. I'd never seen anything like that, and it scared me!  It turned out to be only my chicken, when she could bring herself to tell us what set her off like that.  She was deathly afraid of chickens. So, I took my chicken outside, and I think that was the last time I ever set foot inside the building at Tabo Creek.
Still, there were remnants of times past, things that indicated that it might once have been a thriving place for families. I remember picnic tables behind it, and some kind of cable ride that went across the area that would have flooded from time to time.  The cable ran perpendicular to the highway behind the building, and I wanted in the worst way to grab that T-handle that hung beneath a wheel on the cable, and do a Tarzan bit - but, it was not at all safe, so is only a vague memory now. I wish I knew its history. Maybe it was just there to cross the expanse during a flood.  Anybody know?
I did go out there one night in my senior year, when a bunch of us
decided to do something a little more exciting than 'drag' Main Street -
but, I sat in one of the cars with Enner Jane Kendrick, because we both had sense enough to know that the news of us being 'in there' would beat us home, and we didn't think it would be worth it. It must not have been much worth it to the rest of them either, because they didn't stay long, and didn't know what all the 'hype' had been about.  I think it had already passed its heyday by then.  I'd venture a guess that it all had to do with its having a dance floor of sorts, and somebody was smart enough to capitalize on knowing that teens wanted and needed a place to congregate.
There was Teen Town, of course, at the Auditorium - but, that was only once a week, and was maybe a little too structured, too formal, and it didn't last long.  A later Teen Town was held at the Elks building, but it didn't last long either, and probably for the same reason. I'm sure that those who did frequent Tabo are none the worse off for it - look at Norma Gadt, for instance (and, congrats on those 45+ years of marriage). I probably missed some fun times by shying away from Tabo Inn's 'reputation', whether deserved or not.  Likewise, Mittieville (or, "The Peckerwood Club") had a certain reputation, as Shirley Guevel-Jones said; and, it probably all went back to the fact that most of our parents had lived through the Prohibition Era, and any kind of drinking carried a social stigma that was deeply ingrained in them. That was why Block 42 had a name, because of the drinking establishments in that area, and because of the notions that our parents passed along to us because of what they had experienced.
My mother has been enjoying TLC while here for a visit, and she
remembers a lot of things that have been mentioned, and then some. BTW, she said it was not Libo's or Lebo's - it was Liebow's.  She always was a good speller, and she said they bought their first furniture there when we moved down on 7th St., back in about 1940.
Lest we forget just how sheltered we were back then, and how wrong
some of our impressions were - I guess we who attended Central School were not too fond of Arnold School kids either, Susan.  Now, why was that?  The funny thing is - we  didn't even know each other.  And, when finally thrown together in Jr. High, many of us formed some of our strongest and most-lasting friendships with those former enemies from the other school. Then, more newfound friends when the Catholic School kids joined us the freshman year. All from that same little town - but, I think it shows just how much 'school' was the core of our lives, and we all always thought that 'ours' was the best.
I remember much about Central - Miss Mike, Mrs. Conger, Miss
Torrence (3rd & 4th for me), Mrs. Gruber, and Miss Jennie Rush, the
principal - even kids who were just there for a short time. And, the
janitor - his name was Mayde, and WE were taught to address him as Mr., not by his first name. Let's hear it for Central!  (Tongue in cheek
Ed: Is she implying Arnold kids didn't have good manners??? There's trouble brewing.
Once in a while, Mrs.Wiley would substitute for a sick teacher -
but, that wasn't often, and she was probably glad of it. I am proud of the education we all received in Lexington, and I do think it was 'the best'.  When I read these letters, and how well everyone writes, I think of all those sentences we had to parse in Miss Gruber's class (jr. high), and the further excellent instructions we got from Mrs. Seiter and Mrs. Cullom (and maybe others whose classes I was
not in, like the Rutherfords). And, when I read what passes for English from people who did NOT get that kind of education, I can see a vast difference. Has anyone else noticed that?  Let's add to that the
Lexington newspaper when it was really a newspaper, thanks to John Shea and those who ran it back in those days. And, Susan didn't even have spellcheck back then.
I have recently started an e-mail correspondence with Joe Parks,
after Gordon Wright got his addy for me while I was up home.  We've had some really good laughs about grade school, and I've Forwarded a copy of TLC to him and suggested that he add his name to the list. His folks had a precursor to what is most of 'uptown' Lexington now, in the building at 9th and Main, which was reputedly visited by Jesse James when it was a bank. Oh, we do have history in that town, and are happy to even include Jesse James as part of our claim to fame.
To Jack Gueguen - N.16th was familiar territory to me, as I started
going over there a lot in the 6th grade, when Sue Cousins lived in the
second house from the Park.  I probably wore out a pair of roller skates on those sidewalks, and knew every bad crack in them. Don't forget the names Yates, Wilhoit, Reed, Green, Lutes, Paine (around the corner), in addition to those mentioned. Now I'll ask you one - do you remember finding a tennis racket in your pillow case one night when Joyce had a bunking party, and not being a bit amused by it?  I'll still not rat on who thought of putting it there, but assure you that it was not Joyce. I have been enjoying hearing from all you Gueguens, so keep them coming. That goes for everybody - keep them coming.
I'm working on getting Gene to write down some of his tales about
Slick's vote for Alkire's 10th Street facility as the most 'notorious'
of Lexington's past. It truly was! (Maybe that one was too much for even Slick to handle. haha). Gene used to deliver laundry, and I assure you that his knowledge of the place comes only from that job. He has a few stories from when he delivered ice, too - but, he needs to tell them in his own words. I'll try to get him to cut loose - they're funny.  I do remember sneaking into the balcony of the Auditorium when there was a town meeting called, to try to shut down the bawdy house; and, everything came to a dead halt when the 'madame' came forth with a book listing their regular clientele. Meeting adjourned!
And, with that, I'll adjourn myself here, and look forward to the next issue.
Janice Jiovenale Tubiolo:
writes that she read her father TLC #19 about Block 42 and "did it get him started!  He loved it and remembered that Floyd Boldridge's father, Tom, opened the barbershop and worked there with his 3 sons after they learned the craft from him.  Also, he mentioned that the barber who worked out of the Palace Hotel was Joe Bales and that there was two other taxi cab companies: Virgil West, who worked out of Malo's Bar and Billy Knox, who worked out of the Pool Hall.  Seems their incomes came primarily from customers of the two places.  Makes you wonder how many other elders have all these wonderful
memories locked in their memory banks? His 83-year old memory sure works fine."
Ed. - As for herself, the Grand Prize Winner is still whining about the prize, and now she seems to think (along with Barbara) that Central School was as good as Arnold:
My thoughts are already beyond the wavy floors and funky bathrooms
of Tabo (however delightfully worldly it made us feel) and have lit on the other gauntlet tossed to us Central Grade School alumni:  We didn't hate Arnold School kids - we didn't know there WAS another grade school in town until we were old enough to make a teacher-conducted walk (2 by 2) to LHS for a very special assembly.  Imagine our surprise!  And our teachers (during my own wonderfully formative years there) were: 1st grade, Miss Marie Mike; 2nd grade, Miss Gruber; 3rd grade, Mrs. Park (Dee Ann '56 Park's Mother); 4th grade, Mrs. Park again (don't remember who she replaced); 5th grade, Mrs. Conger; 6th grade and Principal, Miss Jennie Rush. And for bonus
points: Kindergarten: Mrs. Lucia Jean Cope.

STILL Grand Prize Contest Winner: JAN '57 Jiovenale Tubiolo
Deloris Vickers Bryant:
Dear Susan--I have been off line for nearly a month, but I have really enjoyed reading the back issues!  I was the first soda jerk at Roberts' Drug store when it opened my sophomore year in high school.  The first day we had a special on ice cream sodas for 9 cents and at the time it seemed to me that everyone in Lexington had at least one.
I've noticed the references to "the house" on 10th Street--when I worked at the drug store, the girls who worked there used to bring their rolls of film into the store and leave them to be developed.  (No, we did not look at the developed pictures!) I had no idea what they did, but I knew enough not to ask questions.
I used to walk past the pool hall every time I went home from just about anywhere and the only thing I really knew about it was that only men and older boys went there.  I always had some kind of job in a store or restaurant and rarely ever did any baby sitting, but Piggy Phipps used to hire me to babysit when he and his wife, Pauline went out and I'll bet I was the only babysitter in town who got $5 for one evening of sitting!  The going rate was a quarter an hour.
Someone mentioned Entine's store.  I doubt there was anyone in the Lexington business community who had a softer heart or offered more help to young people.  When I started college, I went in there and Helen sold me many skirts, blouses and sweaters for one or two dollars each.  This was in 1952 and prices were generally much higher at that time.  I also recall Helen telling about walking out of Russia with her five year old brother, Ike, on her back.  At that time they left Russia Ike was not able to walk because of insufficient diet.         
 OLD FOGEY REPORT -  Harry Dunford
     My Aunt Maree Barron McHale passed away in 1997 at the age of 101. She left a memoir which I edited and it is available on the internet. Following is a passage which may be of interest due to the present involvement of the community in the Chautauqua:
    "Here are some things I remember when a child. The lot next to 2008 South, my home, was owned by Ed McGrew and was rented out to Chautauqua  that put a big tent on the lot and we had Sousa's band and other national figures. That was really a treat. The ground was also rented to Dubinsky Bros.Shows. Each night was melodrama for at least a week. They would often borrow furniture from us and gave passes in return. They always had big crowds and we all stood in awe of the actors."
    You may access the memoir by typing in Harry Dunford on Google and clicking on same, then scrolling down to Our Lexington Archives.
    Recent issues of The Lexington Connection certainly struck a chord with this "Old Fogey." It is striking to me that my memories of the 30's and 40's at times clearly intersect with those memories of the 50's . If you were raised in Lexington during this period some things were either the same or quite similar.
    Mike McDonald's remarks concerning delivering newspapers to the, ahem, "Cat House" on 10th Street is almost an exact duplicate of my recollection of going through the same motions. Up the steps to the top of the hill on the east side of 10th Street, then up the steps to the front porch. Then entering the building and - then,  by golly - being invited "downstairs" to collect for  The Lexington Advertiser-News. All quite innocent for the 13-year-old newspaper carrier.
    I thought that Jack Gueguen's remark that "Lexington was a microcosm of life's different sides and the world's different people" was right on the mark. Those of us who grew up in "Our Lexington" were lucky.
    Just a few more thoughts: Tabo is correctly spelled although it originally was a French spelling as "Tabeau." During the 30's and 40's it  was owned by Lige Neer. He, his wife and daughter ran it. It was a fun place, never particularly rowdy although I did witness one heck of a fistfight in the parking lot between a Lexington Swain and a Dude from Higginsville, wouldn't you know?
    The references to Miss Margaret, Miss Taubman and Miss Owens all brought forth recall memories. I listened to President Roosevelt ask for the declaration of war in Miss Owen's classroom on Dec. 8, 1941. My class of 1942 had more than 80% of the men in the service, most overseas , and we had one KIA.
    Miss Marie Mike, who was my 2nd grade teacher is still living and resides on Highland Avenue. She must be 100 or more but is still relatively alert mentally.
    Cruising the alleys of Lexington in a car reminds me that I used to walk home through the alleys after a movie and always speeded up a great deal as I passed the funeral homes. When you are quite young that is a spooky place.
    One other thing: Walker's Drug Store had wonderful chocolate sodas. However, one time I was ill and needed to take Castor Oil. My mother took me to Walkers, and he put the medicine in a chocolate soda. I recovered quickly and never had that experience again. Walker always had the Cardinal games on during the summer. The last I knew the soda fountain was still in existence in the basement of the Graystone Bed and Breakfast. That was when Steve Lillard owned the place. I do not know for sure if it is still there. It should be in a Lexington museum someday.
    Scribe, I hate to take up this much space but since it doesn't cost me anything I wheel and deal with the keyboard. Feel free to remove anything you consider trite.
(Ed. - Not me, Harry.)
And now I will report that the Chautauqua this past week was truly wonderful. The five "scholars" were terrific, and the pre-show entertainment enjoyable as well. The scholars gave informal seminars during the daytime, and they were great. Some of you out-of-towners came, but some of you in-towners missed fabulous - and free - entertainment.
Until next time, I remain
Your Devoted Scribe,

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