More Memories
It seems that my "Memphis Blues" blog hit a nerve, and several of us have been reminiscing about the wonderful old houses in the area - particularly Dexter and Bloomfield. The postings have brought back some warm memories of the past, when houses were unique and individual. Unfortunately, some of the homes that we remember are gone - like the one with the round tower on Walnut Street.
Others are mysterious - like the "Haunted Holmes," and we'd like to know more about it.
I have several more photos of the old library, taken in the mid-fifties, when my family lived there, just before the library board gathered up enough money to turn it into a library. It was an absolutely magical place to live - full of cubbyholes and corners, never boring.
The room you can see off to the left in the photo was a sunroom with screened and (I think) glassed windows all around. I don't recall that we used it for much of anything, but I did sleep out there in the summertime sometimes, and I remember the sound of the turtle doves in the big oaks in the yard.
Not many people had air-conditioning in that era, but the Elm Street house was always cool, probably because of the thick walls. The old, original kitchen was especially cool, since it had extremely thick brick walls and was situated in the back, away from the rest of the house. There was no heat in it, so we only used it in the summer. My bedroom was once in there, too, and another time we used it as a summer dining room.
I'm putting my sister to work finding more of the old photos. Our dad was an amateur photographer and developed his own photos over at the home of a fellow flight instructor. My little sister was his favorite subject. She was just a toddler during our time on Elm Street.
She's also the one who almost set the house on fire by playing with matches in my brothers' front bedroom, just off the screened-in front porch. She couldn't have been over two or three, when it happened, and she was so frightened that she ran out and shut the door behind her, thinking it would go away, I'm sure... We had to call the fire department, and it was all quite exciting.
Those were happy times.
We've also been talking about Malden Air Base on the Memphis blog, since Mrsdolphin is curious about the old Army barracks, which have been torn down. We can't seem to agree on which buildings they were. I've also put my sister to finding the old photos from our time on the base (before the move to Dexter). I think it would make a fun blog.
It would be cool if some of the "old timers" in the area would try their hand at blogging about the old days - especially giving the history they remember about the old homes. I know the Statesman is looking for bloggers. If you're interested, contact Editor Bobby Greer and check into it.
One way or another, it looks as if I need to come down to Dexter and take some photos of the old buildings we're talking about. I don't know, though; is it legal to post pictures of someone's house? I'll bet I need to get their permission - except in the case of the little house across from the Christian Church - the one that lovebooks says is for sale.
How about it, folks? What are your favorite houses in your town? Oh, wow, Yellow Rose, there is a fantastic old house in Essex! What's the story on that one???
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When Carol and I were freshmen, I would have to wait at the bottom of the hill for her, because our old '53 Ford station wagon would slip out of second gear, and I would roll screaming back down the hill. So, when I took her home, she would hold the gear shift in second gear, while I used both hands to steer up that crooked hill! It was so much FUN!! We laughed and laughed.
I guess you remember that Pete Hunting was killed in the Peace Corps, don't you? They were a wonderful family! Her dad was a flight instructor at Malden Air Base, too.
My sister wants to come over to Southeast Missouri in early April, and we for sure want to go down to the air base and poke around. We also plan to go to that reunion in September. She's already contacted the association through that site that one of our blogger buddies mentioned.
Well, I guess we don't need for you to take a picture of where the barracks USED to be, do we??
As neat as the library house was to live in, an even neater place was the last one where we lived - on the Pyletown Road. We called it the Smith Farm. I don't remember which Smith owned it, but it was at the top of the hill, across from the Boyd country school, where my brothers had the good fortune to go. It was a large, two-story white frame house with four bedrooms and a large hall upstairs. There was an enormous old barn out back. Now, that's life! I wish I could see it again, but it burned years ago.
And, to complicate matters, it's gonna be in the upper 20's tonight! Can you believe the weather we've had this year???? The world is turning topsy turvy!!!