So it's May 7, 1976 and Mother's Day is fast approaching. You'd like to treat her to a nice meal – so where do you take her?
Below are the two entertainment pages from the May 7, 1976 Journal with the answer. As you can see, there was an incredible amount of choices, from restaurants to taverns to hotels to nightclubs. It's almost mind-boggling how many there were.
I’ve written about many of the establishments on these pages: O’Henry’s Pub; Tiffany’s Steakhouse and Lounge; The Mark; Arby’s; Tropicana Restaurant; Sherwood Inn; Sweden House; Chris’ Restaurant; Emerald Valley; Homestead Inn; Beaver House; Showboat in Huron; United Polish Club.
There are a few that haven’t been the subject of a blog post but deserve one: Rustler Steak House; Lucky Lady; Americana Inn (with the animal statues, remember?); Paradise Restaurant in Elyria; Electric Ballroom.
There was plenty of entertainment too: Jim Perrino & Danny at Tiffany’s; Gary Ryan at Carey’s Villa; The Michael Stanley Band at Electric Ballroom; Ted Zaborniak at The Mark; Miss Marti Brown at Beaver House.
I remember going to the Homestead Inn in Milan on Rte 250 various times with my parents.I can't remember if it was for Mother's Day but I very clearly remember falling down the steps one time by the side of the building.It led down to an old cellar or basement.I was between 8 and 10.Every time I used to go by there I would always remember this.So I didn't shed a tear when they recently tore it down,but it looked like it was abandoned for the last 15 years.
ReplyDeleteTed Zaborniak, who was appearing at the Mark in May of '76, was also a DJ at 1380 AM, WLRO; IIRC, he had the afternoon slot. Like many AM stations at the time, WLRO operated from dawn to dusk. It was located where Broadway Mary's was recently.
ReplyDeleteAccording to Dad, Mum was a "candy and flower girl." I suppose because she'd grown up poor and anything that felt like a waste of money was a huge luxury for her. As an adult, I always sent her both on Ma's Day, and her birthday on June 25th.
ReplyDeleteLate in her life, she astounded me by clogging up her brand-new-to-her garbage disposal with the flowers I'd sent. She had never had a disposal before, and when I questioned her, she said, contritely, "It's called a *garbage* disposal, isn't it?"
Fair enough. The next time I sent flowers, the card read, "Please dispose of properly." I thought it was hysterical. Mum, not so much.