I grew up in Scenic Hills 1970-1978 & had my wedding reception at the Epping Forest Club in 1983. It was a nice little private tennis & swim club. So many things in Raleigh that we grew up with have gone away!
My husband, John, worked for Allen and O'Hara and we were sent to open the Epping Forest Club, in Raleigh, in March of 1975. So, we were the original everything. I decorated the club while my husband prepared the opening and the membership drive. Our first social director, was Madge and she was replaced by Debbie Freeman. We knew the Brooks and enjoyed being guests in their lovely home. While we were there, we had a regular monthly social, which included Christmas dinners, Luau's, costume parties, picnics etc. It was a lovely club and I'll always treasure our time spent there. It is rather sad to hear that time has ravaged this beautiful place.
The final group of WHBQuties included Renee Singer, Carol Tate, Melissa Hammett, Carol Easley, Renee Greer, Becky Stallings. Most on Facebook.
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We used to ride our bikes from Normandy Lane all the way down White Station to the Tropical Freeze.....and the only flavor we ever got was the Tropical Freeze flavor, it was the most unique and yummiest flavor of them all! And anytime my dad was out in the car we'd always stop at the Tropical Freeze and get a "Tropical Freeze" milk shake. Hope some family member kept those recipes. Don't know why they didn't pass the business on to someone that would love to keep it going. I do miss it so much.
I grew up at 3505 Scenic Hwy. (turned into James Rd. at Highland). We were less than half a mile from Epping Forrest. My parents built their home about 1950. We always heard the peacocks and occasionally one would end up in our front yard,?fully expand, and make that sound. I grew quite proficient at mimicking them. As we drive by EF on the north side, James Road, we could see the many cows. The house, itself, was never visible because it was surrounded by trees.
I agree that the land, club, and apartments on the south side of James Road was probably donated to MCS for a tax write off. There was never a school on that property. Now that MCS are no more, I guess this property should be listed as SCS as an asset? Probably not even on their books.
It was a beautiful, fun, and exciting to grow up in during the 50's and 60's. We roamed the many woods, rode our bikes up to the Raleigh Library, walked or rode bikes to swim in Windermere Lake, and swam at the Moose Club because our dad belonged to the Moose. It cost $10 for a family swimming pass. Scenic Hills started as an up-class subdivision in the 50's, Scenic Hills School was built, and the area was very safe for kids to roam from dawn to midnight.
Raleigh was truly a magical place for our childhood.
I remember stopping in Memphis on a cross-country flight from Corpus Christi, Texas to Washington D. C. My flight leader took us to Mario's for pizza. It was on a dark street in what looked like a residential neighborhood. No lights on the house, no signs, it looked totally deserted.
We pounded on the door and yelled "Mario, open up". A light soon came on and a slender elderly man opened the door and lead us to a booth in a small room. There were no other customers. The table in the corner booth was covered with stacks of old newspapers. There was a can of what appeared to be old grease nailed on the wall with a hand made sign that said "This is what you get from most pizza".
We ordered pizza and a bottle of wine. Mario handed me the wine and said "You drink this. you too scrawny. It will make your d**k stiff". The wine and the pizza were excellent.
Another couple banged on the door and was ushered to another booth. Meanwhile we ordered another bottle of wine. Mario took our empty bottle and returned shortly with the wine. It was the same bottle! I'm sure he makes it himself.
I understand that he rides his wooden bicycle to and from work every day. He is definitely one of a kind. Unfortunately I wasn't able to get back to Memphis while Mario was still alive but this was an unforgettable moment in my life.
I thought I went to the Tropical freeze on the northeast corner of Highland and Park before it moved "out east "to Poplar and White station
In Memphis in the late 40s & early 50s, the poor & Italian immigrants were definitely at a disadvantage.. In Memphis, the poor were treated like Crap..I was among the poor. So I should know. In the 40s & the 50s.
Thanks for the local history. I lived in Memphis for 17 years downtown, Bartlett, and Olive Branch. I always wanted to get out and explore but most of the areas today not safe to explore. So until the tide of history changes your history lesson and other folks contribution of first hand experience will have to suffice. Thanks for sharing this and all the folks experience of life in Memphis.
Baron Hirsch Synagogue on Vollentine used to be a Golf Course. My mother grew up I that area and I remember her talking about the golf course.
My grandmother had one of those old stamped metal "credit cards" that were similar to WWII dogtags and along the edge were notches that fit the credit (machine?) and the card could be used at Goldsmith's, Gerbers, Lowensteins and Brys. Grandmother loved Brys and hated Lowensteins. I remember shopping with her often in the 1960's at Brys.
I live in the province of Ontario, Canada, and about 40 years ago the practice of funeral homes operating ambulances was very common, outside of a few large cities with municipal ambulance services. Funeral homes also frequently offered rentals of hospital beds and oxygen tanks to families with critically ill members at home. A nice neighbourly service, but what better way to get your business foot in the door...
The standards of training of the ambulance crews were unregulated and generally low/nonexistent. Just watch some of those gory old 1950's highway safety films to see badly injured accident victims being heaved around like sacks of grain: no backboards, no neck braces, no hydraulic extrication tools. Ambulances were often badly equipped or not purpose-built.
Finally, in my province anyway, in the late 1960s the Provincial Government passed legislation to control this mess and put ambulance service on a standardized footing as a public service across the Province. About a decade ago, the Province delegated the provision of service to counties/municipalities, where it now remains. Equipment is modern and all paramedics and EMTs are trained to a common standard.
Did either of you gentlemen know a Jim Myers who worked for Mr. Culligan for many years. He installed the gates and fence for Jimmy Griffin of Bread, some of the early Holiday Inns, and the cook table at Nagasaki on Summers. If you know anything about him please write me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I saw and talked to Digger in the early 1960s.
he was buried at Hardaway Ford dealer in Columbus, Ga. near the Chattahoochee river that was rising up even with the railroad bridge. I saw him a few years later near Seale, Alabama, on US 432 running a small curb market that he owned.
My grandparents were neighbors and good friends of the Doll family in the 60s and 70s. My parents and sister and I visited every year, and enjoyed many fun times with the Dolls. Harry was the smallest, and loved to smoke his cigars He and mey grandfather spent many hours in Grandpa's Garage smoking and talking and throwing peanuts and seeds to the birds Gracie had died shortly before I met them. Daisy was the tallest, and had a drivers license. She had to have many cushions on the seat of the car and blocks attached to the accelerator and brake pedals so she could reach them. Confusion about their gender is understandable, as Tiny Doll was a woman, but after their performance years, she started dressing like a man, and smoking cigars with Harry. So, technically, there were three girls, Daisy, Tiny and Gracie, and one man - Harry. As a young girl, aged 7 or 8 when I first met them, I thought Tiny was a man. A few years later, when my dad told me Tiny was actually a woman I was confused. I don't think it was sexual identity issue - I really think Tiny got sick of trying to find female clothes in his very small size. It was really a challenge, and she just decided it would be easier to dress as a man. I don't know the years, but the Dolls continued to send birthday and hoiday cards to my parents after my Grandfather sold his Florida home. Henry passed away first, because I remember for years the cards were signed by Tiny and Daisy only. Then, after daisy passed, the cards were still sent to us faithfully by Tiny. He was alone for many years after the death of his siblings. I believe he was quite the same... never as happy and at peace, after Harry and Daisy's death. I feel very lucky to have known this charming and fund family. They had other siblings left in Germany, but had lost touch of them during WWII. They were also survivors of the horrific Hartford circus fire in 1944, where they were performers.
You can tell younger people don't know what it was like then. Funeral homes had the vehicle and the 24 hour staff. Very simple. No conflict. Most people are humane to other people. I worked a funeral home ambulance and did everything I could to save people's lives. I did not want to see anyone die.
Hey Vance Jumpin Gyminy was the one on Summer next to McDonalds were the sign said over 100,000 sold. My dad and uncle owned it and being 10 years old I had a lot of fun there. I also got to clean the pits and keep the change that came out of jumpers pockets , that I promptly spent next door.
Thanks for the memories
My father, Maj. Austin Haley, was on that plane. The paper's description of the flight's purpose and origin were a 'top secret' spin. They were ordnance officers returning from one of many bomb tests at White Sands, NM to their jobs at Aberdeen Proving Grounds. Dad, a former machinist in the Bremerton Navy Yard (apprenticed at age 15) was in charge of developing the world's then-largest cannon, 'Little David,' of which I have a picture. He was assistant to the Army's Chief or Ordnance Research and Development in the Pentagon -- which is why we lived in Arlington at the time. He had just received orders to attend the Command and General Staff School at Fort Leavenworth, KS. He was 36; I was almost 3 months; my brothers were 8 and 9. I wish I'd known him. I'm sure the other 19 killed that evening were valuable members of our nation's defense, good men who were also terribly missed by their families. God bless America.
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