Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Galveston County before WalMart....

In Galveston County, and more specifically Texas City and LaMarque,  before the WalMart days there were all these great little shops.  As a child I don’t remember going into any store where we were not greeted by name.  

Busby’s Appliance store.  When my parents got married they had an ice box.  Their first arguement was over whose turn it was to empty the water pan beneath it.  Dad drilled a hole in the floor in the kitchen, and put a hose in it, so that it could drain on its own, but my mother still wanted a refrigerator.

Mom had taught school but they married and came to Texas City the June after the explosion. She had not been able to find a teaching job, but she did find a job working at American Oil as librarian, setting up the engineering library.  

Once she had a paycheck, she started saving to buy a refrigerator.  Busby’s Appliance Store could order them.  Mr. Busby told her she would have to pay for it before he would order it. He told her how much, and she presented him the money.  But then, he said he could not take the money or order the refrigerator without her husband’s permission.  She was incenced.  She told him that it was her money that she had earned and that she didn’t need to get permission to buy anything....but he still refused to sell it to her.  

My father was down at that store like a flash.  He told Mr. Busby that from this day forward if his wife wanted to buy something, it was her money and he was to sell it to her no questions asked!!  In later years it became a joke.  Mr. Busby told her that had he known how independent she was he would have never questioned her.

Phelps Men’s Shop.  This was where my father got his suits.  He got a new one every year.  It was a family affair (Only 3 of us of course).  He got the suit, a couple of new dress shirts, new belt, socks and new shoes.  I remember thinking how handsome he was.   I always encouraged him to buy those two tone wing tips but my mother said, “One pair of those was enough!”

Roger’s Shoe Store. This was where I got my new shoes.  Getting new shoes was always a highlight for me.  I dearly loved new shoes and remember standing on the yard stick regularly to see if my foot had grown so I could get new shoes.  Generally I only got them for back to school. Sandals for Easter, and “Tennis” shoes for summer.  Mr. Rogers always had you stand on that cold metal measuring thingy for feet.  I always made sure he pushed the little button as close to my toe as it would go so I had as little growing room as possible so the wait for new shoes wouldn't be as long.

Gibby’s Photography.  We have a picture at every stage of our family’s life done by Mr. Gibby.  He even did the first portaits of both of my children.

Chamber’s Dress Shop.  My mom bought her clothes at Chambers...... until she bought the green dress.  She had always shopped there for her professional wardrobe for school.  To school she wore only suits and stilletto heels...all bought at Chambers.  She had to be unquestionably one of his best customers.  She bought the green dress for Easter.  It was almost a solid but had a tiny print of pink roses that almost seemed like dots.  The zipper was the first she had ever gotten that was plastic and not metal.  She asked Mrs. Chambers if it would last and Mrs. Chambers said, “Of course it will!”. Well after sitting in church, Mom stood up and the zipper had opened in the middle showing her slip. It was still zipped at the top and closed at the bottom. The dress was not tight.  Monday morning she took the dress back and told Mr. Chambers what had happened.  He refused to take the dress back because she had worn it.  She told him it was defective, or she wouldn’t have bought it.....and she had asked if a plastic zipper would work hold up.  He stood firm and would not take the dress back. He said, “I will not take back clothes that have already been worn, because people do that to take advantage of me.”   Mother was furious.  She told him she would never do business with him again.....and she didn’t.

Hetherington’s Jewelers.  The Hetheringtons were the first couple that my father met when he came to Texas City.  He bought my mother’s engagement ring there.  Mr. Hetherington picked out the stones indiviually to put in her ring, as he did 31 years later for my engagement ring.   

It was old world with large glass and mahogany display cases. As you stepped into the store the cases lined the walls from the front all the way to the back of the store. Across the back of the store was the jewelers office, which was more like a little booth. Behind the glass window were all the magnifying glasses and all of the jewelers tools. In the back right hand side of the store were all the different patterns of china and crystal, on glass shelves, with lights above that made them sparkle.  As a child I would stand and watch the brides pick out their treasures and dream about when it would be my turn to be a bride.  I knew always I would pick out my ring and all my china at Hetherington’s when I got engaged.

When we went to pick out my ring it was the first time Jim had ever been on time anywhere.  By the time we left the store Mrs. Hetherington had alerted the entire town that I was engaged......

My parents and the Hetherington’s remained dear friends until the Hetherington’s died.  I dearly loved going in their shop. 

Meredith’s Shoe Store.  I went to daycare at Mrs. Hudnalls as did the Meredith’s son, Kelsey.  Mom started shopping there for shoes after the “Chamber’s Incident”.

Benjamin Franklin’s.  This was where Sally Hudnall and I went to buy our pet turtles.  The one she picked out had orange back legs and they were paralyzed....(how safe was that and what strange malady did that turtle have???)  Both turtles lived many years and we had a lot of fun playing with them.

Rocks
I think this was the right name. The thing that stands out in my mind was that the store had wooden floors. When you walked in....even a little kid made “clomp, clomp, clomp” sound with each step.  It was one of those places you didn’t think about but it was just always there.  After graduating from college, my first job was as a merchandise manager trainee at JCPenney in Baytown, Texas.  My store manager called to me from the office one day to tell me that part of downtown Texas City was on fire.  When I came home the next time, I saw that the old Rocks store had burned down.

Tots to Teen...I remember my mother shopped there for me, but more importantly the dreaded Dr. JoAnn’s office was above that place.

Show Boat Theater.  When we lived on 13th Avenue North, Judi Faulk and I would walk down to the ShowBoat to see Elvis Presley Movies.  When I was about 4 and Judi was 9,  we had walked down to the show.  We didn’t return for 4 hours.  Our mothers were heading down the street to find us when they met us coming home.  It turns out that afternoon it had not been an Elvis Presely movie but rather WAR AND PEACE....

JCPenney.  The only thing we ever bought there was dad’s work clothes, underwear, fabrics.  My mom made most of my clothes and Penney’s always had a great selection of pretty fabrics to choose from.  I got a summer job there when I was in college.  My bachelor’s degree is in merchadising so I was able to do my internship in marketing there the summer before my senior year in college.  When I graduated from college my first job was as a management Trainee for JCPenney in Baytown, Texas.  My starting salary was $7,600. a year.  My apartment cost $150 a month, gasoline was 37 cents a gallon, and my ’73 Mach I Mustang got 9 miles to the gallon.....fortunately I ate very little and had no bills.

Fuller’s Pharmacy.  We only had one car until I got my driver’s license.  So after school, Mom and I would stop by Fullers to get a coke and wait for dad’s car pool to drop him off there.  Oh the debates and arguements we witnessed! Bonnie Joslin, Thelma Kirby and later Pam Ryman worked at the counter.  I always noticed the cute guys that worked there as delivery boys, Danny Anderson and John E. Mac most notabley.

Floyd’s Pharmacy.  This was in Texas City.  I remember going here since I was a small child.  The name was different originally.  It opened when I was two so we always called it “The New Drug Store” as opposed to the old one, Mainland Drug, on 6th Street.  When my parents retired that became their go to place for morning coffee. My kids loved going there to get milkshakes from Mrs. Kirby, and being able to pick out a bag of candy for the change my parents and Mrs. Kirby gave them.

Bradshaws Florist
Was there another florist in town?  If there was, my mother certainly didn’t know about it, or had no interest in using it.  It was next to Floyd’s Pharmacy.

The Pelican Club
I dearly  loved going there.  The waters wore waist coats and memorized your order, and got it right even if you changed it.  That is where Jim and I went on one of our first dates (we only dated for two weeks before we got engaged).  It was also the first fancy place we took our daughter to dinner when she was three years old.  We rehearsed for several days on how to act grown up at a fancy restaurant.  When we got ready to leave she asked the Maitre ‘d if he had been impressed....

The Stahl.  We bought my clothes in LaMarque when I got older.  The first thing I ever put on lay-a-way was there.  It was a black pleated skirt that cost $8.  I paid $1 down and 50 cents a week forevvvveeeeerrr.

Eibands.  This had to be my favorite old store.  It was in downtown Galveston in a very old, probably turn of the (20th) century building.  It had several floors and an elevator operator.  The  floors were wooden so that when you walked it made a clomp  clomp.  There were conversation seating areas throughout the store, sofa coffee table, end tables and chairs.  Also there were ash trays where my dad usually sat and smoked while my mother shopped.  When I got engaged, Mom and I went there to buy my wedding dress.  They took us into a separate room, away from the public shopping.  It was huge.  Along the walls were wedding dresses hanging in nooks like closets and in between the nooks were mirrors.  The carpet was a pale blue.  I felt like a princess in wonderland.  Mom and I were the only ones in the room and three different ladies took turns bringing out wedding dresses for me to try one.  It was truly one of the most memorable days I ever spent with my mom....I had dreamed of having just such a day with my daughter......

Sears, Galveson.
Sears is just....well Sears. Back then it was on the boulevard going into Galveston. The reason I remember this one so well though is because it was the first time I had ever seen or ridden on an escalator.  I was totally amazed.  I must have been about 5 years old.  To this day every time I pass by that building (no longer Sears of course), I still wonder if that escalator is still there.

Bosticks  It was around the corner from Oak Park, where we lived.  I dont’ remember anything particularly noteable about it except that it was the first place I ever ate shrimp.

Wish I remembered the name but In the same strip center with Bosticks around the corner was a bakery owned by a Dutch man,  As I remember it he made sugar cookie that were huge (they seemed to me at 6 years old, the size of a dinner plate, but am sure they were smaller). The baker would always say, “Why do you name such a pretty little girl “
Yan” a boy’s name?”

Balinese Room  The night Club over the water where my dad played trombone as an extra when the bands needed a trombone player.  Mom and I would stand in the foyer to listen to the music because she did not go into night clubs       (drinking you know....) I dearly loved the music and still feel so nostalgic when I hear a swing band.  One of my last memories of my dad was walking into his house and seeing him sitting in his wing chair playing air trombone."

Its hard to believe those stores are all gone, and the people of our childhood are gone as well.







Wednesday, July 9, 2014

After the War



After being discharged from the Army, Bill had ridden the train to Oklahoma City, then the bus to Konawa.  No one was there to meet him, so he walked the last dusty mile down Thunder Road to the old house where he had grown up. 
When he walked in the door, he was greeted like he had never been gone. Returning to Oklahoma was not what he had hoped it would be.  Jobs were scarce. The only one he could find right away was managing the drug store. 
Bill in front of hte drug store in Konawa, Oklahoma

His mother had given away all of his clothes, and his sister, Nora, had let the engine block freeze on his beloved old car.   He was ready to blow that town, but here he was working at the drug store hoping for a future.    

He went back to First Baptist Church, where he had grown up, and where a single adult Bible Study class had been started.  There he met Faye Emerson, a teacher at Konawa High School.  She had made quite a reputation for herself.  She was teaching Spanish, Home Economics, English and sponsoring the Drama Club.  It was quite a teaching load and on top of that she found out a coach, who was teaching only one P.E. class and one history class was making more money than she. After talking to the principal about it, he told her she would have to go to the school board....which she did.  They had no answer and gave her a raise.  Bill was impressed with this educated fireball of a lady, and they had started dating.

It wasn’t long until Bill’s job inquiries started producing some results.  His experience in the war qualified him for an engineering job.  He got a letter back from Ford, Bacon and Davis. They had a job for him in Jal, New Mexico starting in July.  He accepted the job but he hated to leave Faye and the relationship he had come to enjoy.  He proposed.  It was June.  She accepted. 
Faye and Bill after they announced their engagement June,1946, in Prague at The House on the Hill.

They decided to marry the following June in ‘47.  

Faye had made more money while teaching in Kansas. Since Bill was going to be working in Jal, New Mexico, and the school year finished, she decided to go back to her old job in Kansas, to pay off some debts. Bill left for his new job and a month later, Faye took the train back to Kansas.

The next February, about the time Bill's job in Jal was finishing, his aunt in Texas City told him Brown and Root was hiring in Texas City.  There was also a possibility for a career employment once the construction on the chemical plant was finished, so telling Faye about his plans, he took off for the coast. 

Bill worked 12 hour shifts at the plant and picked up extra jobs at the docks or on the ships when he could find them, saving as much money as he could.  From his rented room, through the thin curtains on the window, as they fluttered in the humid Gulf breeze,he could lie in bed and see the flares from the plants. It was temporary, he had put money down on a nice apartment a few blocks away for June after the wedding, when Faye arrived. 

The night was hot and sticky. There was hardly a breeze from the one little window. Bill couldn’t sleep and decided to go out to the plant early, before his shift started 7 am. 

Once there he heard a fire had started down at the docks, one they were having some problems with.  There had been fires before on the docks, but it had never been much to worry about, in fact it had been a sight seeing adventure for many in town. Being a firefighter at the plant, he had been told to be ready to go.  About 9 a.m. the fire on the Grandcamp got completely out of hand and the ship blew.  Bill stayed put and worked his shift since they felt they were far enough away to not be in danger at that time.   When he got off work, with no one being allowed back into town he headed for the Blimp base in Hitchcock where everyone had been evacuated.  On his way out of town he saw flat bed trucks with the injured being taken to Galveston.  

He returned to work early the next morning.  No one knew what had happened to their homes, apartments and in many cases family members.  No one was being allowed in to town. On the radio they were hearing all that had happened, how far reaching the explosion had been, that people as far away as Louisiana had felt it. He knew the place he had been living had to be gone. And the apartment he had put money down on was gone as well.  Then he thought about Faye, and realized she had probably heard about it too.  He drove to the telegraph office in Galveston, got in a 6 block long line to send a telegram to Faye.

In Kansas Faye was teaching school.  It was improper for a single woman teacher to have an apartment alone, so she was living in the attic room of the superintendent of schools.   She had not yet come downstairs when the superintendent and his wife heard the radio broadcast of what had happened in Texas City.  They pondered it for a moment, and decided to keep the radio off when she was came down, and give notice to the teachers to not say anything to Faye.  She had been teaching there during the war, when her first fiance, a pilot, had been shot down over the Sea of Japan.  Surely this could not happen to her again. So they decided to not say anything, and pray that there would be word from Bill.

Two days went by and no news from Bill.  The morning of the third day the superintendent and his wife decided, after school, they would have to tell Faye what had happened.  With no notice from Bill, he must have been killed or badly hurt in the explosion.

With dinner on the stove, several other teachers invited for dinner, and heavy hearts they all sat down in the living room to advise Faye of the disaster.  No one knew exaclty where to start the conversation. The superintendent decided to just turn on the radio.  It warmed up, and as the voices were starting to become clear, there was a knock at the door.  They all braced for the worst.  It was a telegram for Faye....from Bill.

Faye was stunned at what had happened and that she had not known.  She felt shocked and relived all in one breath.

Six weeks later in Prague, Oklahoma, Bill Greenlee and Faye Emerson were married at her parents home.



They started their new life in a town reeling from the worst industrial disaster in the history of the U.S. They made friends helping people put their lives back toether, as they started their own new life.
Bill and Faye in Bill's Chevy convertible, that had to be hot wired to start.


Bill and Faye’s first home on 18th Street.   I think it says 21 18th Street

They were forced to buy a house since apartments were almost nonexistent after the explosion.  Their first house, on 18th street, cost $5000.  They were worried about how they would ever afford a $50 a month house payment.

*Some of the details may not be exact.  This is however, my best remebrance of the way they told the story.

Friday, July 4, 2014

The Crown

NEW CAR DAY

There was a time when all cars did not look the same. 
In the 1950s and 1960s the day the new model year car was revealed was something all car enthuiasts anticipated.  

We lived about 3 blocks from the Ford dealership in Texas City on 13th street.   Mom taught school. I went to Mrs. Hudnalls to daycare except on the weeks that Dad worked the 3 pm to 11 pm shift at Union Carbide.  That week, each month I got to spend the days with my dad. 

Dad and I walked down our street, across a vacant lot, then passed by the ice cream shop called “The Spa” to Oleander Ford Dealership on 6th street.  

Each year, before the new car models were revealed, they would sit in the dealership window with a cover over them.  Everyone would look at the cover and try to imagine what incredible detail the new model would behold.  Dad was no different and in fact, probably anticipated it more than most. If possible, he and I would be there on the day the covers were pulled off.  With lots of ohhs and ahhs, people would swarm around the new model to see the latest features.  Kids that were there....like me.....would get a detailed plastic model of the car to take home....and I had many. Dad’s  cousin in Shawnee, Oklahoma had a Ford Dealership too. He would save the models to give me when we visited.

In 1955 the Ford Fairlane Crown Victoria was an especially fine car.  I was three and a half and  Dad had gone to see the new model without me.  So on the first day of our week together we walked down to the Ford place so I could see it.  It was two tone black and white, with black on the bottom, white on top. There was a slick silver strip that went over the roof from behind the driver seat to the other side behind the passenger seat.  It had fender skirts that almost covered the back wheels.  The inside was all red and white.  An air conditioner had been installed that sat on the hump in the middle of the front floor board.  There was a fold-down arm rest in the center of the front seat.  When Dad and I sat in the car, he folded down the arm rest, let me sit on it, and told me that could be my seat.  I thought it had been put there just for a kid, like me.

We got out of the car and and looked at several other cars in the showroom, but none were as pretty at that one.  When we were through looking he said, 


The Crown in front ot the cabin we stayed in at Lake George, Colorado in 1955.


“Janny I tell you what, you pick out the car you want and I will get it for you.”  I walked over to the Crown and said,
“This is the one I want.” 
“Okay then, well get it.” He held up the keys, opened the door,  I climbed in, in front of him.  The guy at the dealership smiled big at us,  opened the two wide, side doors of the showroom.  Dad started the engine.  We drove it out the door, down the ramp and home.  It was magic...and that started my love affair with cars.

I think I was fifteen before I realized it was all set up....I didn’t really pick it out, Dad had already bought the car and arranged to pick it up that day. In my mind it will always be just the way I remembered it.