Posted on 09/12/2020 4:32:04 AM PDT by sodpoodle
In the late ‘40s-early ‘50s, I would walk 4 blocks up my side street to catch a street car (trolley). For a 7-cent ride, I’d get off at an old Carnegie library on Jefferson in Oak Cliff.
Completely shaded by large trees, the library wasn’t too hot in the Summers, with large ceiling fans running. The wooden floors creaked, but I spent many afternoons there (wasn’t supposed to be outside in that heat due to polio threat).
I would read lots of books and then check out 3-4 more to take home and read until my next trip.
I enjoy your postings about OC and Dallas.
I’m a ‘60 grad of Sunset and my 1st wife was a ‘62 grad of Adamson.
I spent many cold nights at football games on those cement benches at Cobb Field in the ‘50s!
In the mid-60s, I was manager of a 360 unit apt. complex in OC. It was owned by a rich West Texas oil man, who was friends with a movie director.
We were told to provide an apartment for the Director, his staff and each of his star actors, free of charge. They were filming a movie around the Mountain Creek Lake area.
The movie was “Indian Paint”, with Johnny Crawford as the Indian boy and Rory Calhoun.
Rory in real life was a lush. He’d often be too drunk or hung over to do scenes, so they would shoot scenes without him to be shot later.
Hey yeah now that you mention it I can dimly remember most of what you mentioned
My favorite hangout was the old theater at Lakewood on Abrams. Nice library down the street, watching the first release of Earthquake in the theater, and talking to the stained glass window-maker at the junction of Abrams and Tremont(?).
Very good times.
Sorry but I was smart enough not to eat worms or mud pies.....
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