Monday, April 27, 2009
Mysteries Trying Out My "New" Blog, Folks
Posted by Vance Lauderdale on Mon, Apr 27, 2009 at 11:23 PM
Okay, I know that thousands of you — why, perhaps even hundreds of thousands — have been wondering what happened to my blog, where I posted such compelling stories as "The Clarksdale Giant," "The Clay Eaters of Memphis," and "The One-Armed Newsboy."
Hmmm, now that I list some of them, perhaps they really weren't that compelling after all. They certainly seemed so when I was writing them. When I was drunk, I mean.
Anyway, I was using a blog software program called "Vance Lauderdale's Blog-0-Matic" and wouldn't you know it, the dang batteries in the thing went dead, and even Radio Shack couldn't find the right voltage. So we've switched to a new, better program, but you'll have to put up with me until I learn such basic blog skills as typing, spelling, reading without moving my lips, and going to Sunday School.
In the meantime, though, I thought I'd post a photo of an old school that I discovered tucked inside a book purchased at a recent estate sale.
It's a handsome building, all right, but I've scutizined it pretty carefully and can't detect any address on the building. It looks like some sort of church-affiliated group posed in front, with boys and girls of all ages wearing their best clothes, and the only clue that it was even taken in Memphis is the small "Poland Photographers" logo in the bottom corner. But other than that — which is pretty obvious — I don't know anything at all about this place: what it was, where it was, or when it was.
Does anybody?
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Vance, I think that is the lodge (Masonic Women's Auxuliary group) my grandmother belonged to . Is (or was) on east side of 3rd, just south of Crump. I am going to hop in the car and see it's there.
Joe, not a lodge, apparently, but a church at one time. See my next post. Many thanks - Vance
Wallace Johnson( one of the two creators of Holiday Inn)was a patient of mine. His mother was a talented oil painter, and to have a place for her to live in her advanced years, he built a nursing home for her on Walnut Grove Road where she could also hang most of the art she had created.
I received an emergency call that Mr. Johnson had injured himself in descending from a heliocopter at the airport, with the request that I meet him at my office in the nursing home where I had my xray equipment.
I hurried to the office, only to find Mr. Johnson seated in a chair in the waiting room with his pants legs rolled up above his ankles and his shoes off. After a friendly greeting, he asked me to have a seat and remove my shoes and socks. Without further ado, I complied with his request. He looked at my feet, and said:
"I guess you wonder why I asked you to take your shoes off. I never hire or do business with anyone I know to have flat feet!" I inquired as to the reason, to which he said "I have found that I I can't trust anyone with flat feet!" It was then that i realized his feet were as flat as pancakes.
We both had a laugh together and proceeded with the xrays which were normal for injury.
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