I may have written you before about Rainbow Lake in my early days. It was the lake which was east of the Doughboy at the far end of the large play area, and formed the west boundary for the winding road which followed the lake in this region. It was the lake that the large goldfish removed from the Japanese garden lake were placed. And it was the lake that I fished in at that time in which I caught the goldfish and carried them home to my mother to ask her to cook them for a meal! I have a photo of me and my cousin Robert Gracey fishing the lake during this period. Rainbow Lake had no connection to the region adjacent to the parking lot now adjacent to the Memphis Academy of Art.
The size of the site pictured in these pictures far exceeded the Japanese Gardens lake. I lived only five blocks away and spent quite a time in the Overton Park area. I saw the destruction of the Japanese Gardens and have commented before the goldfish in the Japanese Lake were moved to Rainbow Lake only a short distance away. I do not think the photos are from the Japanese Garden lake. Although I grew up in the Evergreen area just a short distance away and spent all my school years at Snowden (class of 1945) I do not recognize the family pictured.
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.
By Richard Alley
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