Born and raised in Memphis in the fifties, sixties, and seventies. Graduate of East High and attended Ole Miss and MSU, never quite graduated. Headed…
I believe the person tagged as Pam Parrish is actually Pam Farrish. Love her. She was my "little sister" in my high school sorority.
How about Romper Room with Miss Linda?
Must have been a brother from another Mother.....
Oh joyous rapture! The sight of the Merrymobile that awaited us at the top of the hill after school. My request was always the same: sky blue popsicle. A few years back, when my daughter was a teen and still into Old Navy, we walked into the store and she was a little embarrassed when a little girl squeal came out of her mother's mouth saying, "Oooh, it's the MERRYMOBILE!" They were using what appeared to be a renovated Merrymobile from ages of old as a display that had myriads of their colorful t-shirts folded and laid out around the circular shelf where the magical icy delights used to be hidden below. As I shared the history of the Merrymobile with my daughter, we were brought a little closer together that day, as she was reminded I was once a child too.
RE: "... the Polynesian-themed restaurant craze that inexplicably swept across this country in the 1960s. I have no idea what prompted it. Every city had such a place, it seems, featuring exotic interiors with waterfalls and coconuts and lots of bamboo, thatched roofs and palm trees"I believe the craze began around 1959 when Hawaii became a state ... just a guess, mind you.
For many years my parents would say when I begged them to take me to this exotic looking place, "You're not old enough, it's a grown-up restaurant." Translation: we're not spending that kind of money for you to order a hamburger.When I was finally deemed a respectful age, the reality to my fantasy did not disappoint. I was mesmerized immediately upon stepping through the door and was transported from a sleepy Southern town to the South Pacific. It remained a special place for me to dine with my parents until I moved away, forgot about my little paradise, and then on a visit home, sadly learned of the closing. Thank you for taking me back to that wonderful memory. Love, love, love your blog!
By Chris Shaw
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