tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83211035543337256442024-03-18T11:33:10.900-04:00Brady's Bunch of Lorain County NostalgiaVINTAGE ADS, ARTICLES, PHOTOS, POSTCARDS & REMINISCING!Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.comBlogger3859125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-22192840379949636382024-03-18T00:47:00.001-04:002024-03-18T00:47:40.781-04:00Thomas Penson, Civil War Vet Passes Away – March 1920<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfy0db7_XkxzCZ342AfMu03JeFrb9wukBxWLaYQuz3pOAmt4kYDCYV5Sk2JbETnXfPkuxIX12INvFp17vVZMLgZdeyXT7tfQhBH1APssDllP48LP9Jyrguex_OlZ_xhrF0a6GWQ3FU5yZkSx1FfyU4gDQgt4rdrj7mLj_55CrOvYMKvyY-zYmsn5FogA/s1920/IMG_2220.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfy0db7_XkxzCZ342AfMu03JeFrb9wukBxWLaYQuz3pOAmt4kYDCYV5Sk2JbETnXfPkuxIX12INvFp17vVZMLgZdeyXT7tfQhBH1APssDllP48LP9Jyrguex_OlZ_xhrF0a6GWQ3FU5yZkSx1FfyU4gDQgt4rdrj7mLj_55CrOvYMKvyY-zYmsn5FogA/w300-h400/IMG_2220.heic" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas Penson's grave in Brownhelm Cemetery</td></tr></tbody></table>By 1920, the Civil War had been over for 55 years. Consequently, veterans of that war were becoming scarcer, and passing away at an alarming rate. The deaths of these solders who fought to preserve the union often made the front page of their local newspapers.<p></p><p>The <i>Lorain Journal</i> was no different, and featured many of these brave men and capsule summaries of their war record.</p><p>I feature them here on the blog as I find them, since as a member of the Sons of Union Veterans of the Civil War, I share the view of that organization that with the passing years, these men and their legacy are in grave danger of being forgotten.</p><p>Below is the report of the death of <b>Thomas Penson</b> that appeared on the front page of the <i>Lorain Times-Herald</i> on March 2, 1920. It notes, "Thomas Penson, 85, Civil War veteran and former resident of Brownhelm, died yesterday at the soldiers home in Sandusky.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienT7Hyn-wSI2s6YdD24UVaPzitJfGrW8aIZ4V2_QXVyP2lHQ2GQbm-EtL7_hlFcinqjINSdoccWpTwk6bGetpQL49dspLDIOyDVCmvgPC-20RWBZYJBSRQA7pegIzvyQCZu2EUS_74hyphenhyphenJLW7YYArR3sVG2F74tYMGiGDGE1do4WDJHV27BRn5dAJ74bU/s785/Thomas%20Penson%20Company%20F%20103%20final.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="785" data-original-width="571" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienT7Hyn-wSI2s6YdD24UVaPzitJfGrW8aIZ4V2_QXVyP2lHQ2GQbm-EtL7_hlFcinqjINSdoccWpTwk6bGetpQL49dspLDIOyDVCmvgPC-20RWBZYJBSRQA7pegIzvyQCZu2EUS_74hyphenhyphenJLW7YYArR3sVG2F74tYMGiGDGE1do4WDJHV27BRn5dAJ74bU/w291-h400/Thomas%20Penson%20Company%20F%20103%20final.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><p>"Mr. Penson, who was a native of Lincolnshire, England, came to the United States when 14 years of age and became a resident of Brownhelm Township. During the Civil War he served in the 103 Ohio Volunteer Infantry. He is survived by the following sons and daughters: Mrs. Jerry Brown, Brownhelm; Weston Penson, Lakewood; Charles Penson, East [illegible]-st, Lorain; Leva Penson, 1831 Reid-av, Lorain.</p><p>"The body was brought to Lorain last night and taken to the home of Leva Penson from where the funeral services will be conducted tomorrow afternoon at 1 o'clock. Burial will be made in the family lot in Brownhelm cemetery."</p><p>Here is a report of his death from what I presume is a Sandusky newspaper.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif80RWwxNkXNBgyC5X0k8jY_tori5AkT66mXhDsvdZKU8jD-BFo2Pp7oK5EgISYDrP6L_HDI4WXeDodm-jmF9NBGjCR9yAWrUlNNLBWHoTaGljPRmyCCZm6lPhHEKoADUQjed5Ney_jZtKJqUO8X5ImEZtCPw8SgY7ZnF7H0Bznzl3Kr1Xu5xlS2gCmac/s986/155946242_1463343329.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="986" data-original-width="608" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif80RWwxNkXNBgyC5X0k8jY_tori5AkT66mXhDsvdZKU8jD-BFo2Pp7oK5EgISYDrP6L_HDI4WXeDodm-jmF9NBGjCR9yAWrUlNNLBWHoTaGljPRmyCCZm6lPhHEKoADUQjed5Ney_jZtKJqUO8X5ImEZtCPw8SgY7ZnF7H0Bznzl3Kr1Xu5xlS2gCmac/w246-h400/155946242_1463343329.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><p>It's interesting that Penson served with the <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/search/label/103rd%20O.V.I.">103rd Ohio Volunteer Infantry</a>, well-known for its one-of-a-kind compound in Sheffield Lake. His record as listed in my copy of <i>Personal Reminisces and Experiences By Members of the One Hundred and Third Ohio Volunteer Infantry</i> lists him as entering the service on August 6, 1862 in Company F; appointed Corporal Jan. 1, 1863; reduced to Private Oct. 1, 1863; and mustered out with company June 12, 1865.</p><p>Here is the <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/155946242/thomas_penson">link</a> to his Find-A-Grave memorial.</p>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-141601625671798942024-03-15T03:40:00.000-04:002024-03-15T03:40:01.674-04:00More Vintage St. Patrick's Day Ads <p>St. Patrick's Day is one of those holidays – not unlike Cinco de Mayo or Fat Tuesday (with its obligatory eating of paczkis whether you're Catholic or not) – that grew over the years, getting bigger and bigger in the public consciousness that it became easy to get swept up in the celebration.</p><p>But it wasn't always like that. </p><p>Looking at vintage <i>Lorain Journals</i>, I came to the conclusion that in our area, St. Patrick's Day was often only acknowledged by holding a dance. Here's an ad from the <i>Lorain Journal</i> of March 16, 1944.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKDNN8KNGN41fm8vkQ_Lv5XVQBhSpLPXSMXX9UvO8ravRJGQ-Gulbkeg-gKRzbHnbRus6d22bxWErh8bvBSoKWmQuqkLcaUf8DSHpvV3PFiqNDVS1U_HaETy1AixmVUQnQHHURnz3-j0xDelsM9MA2CD83GZykahWJGA0N_liIDbbj3FjaZf-4dgTtsI/s1959/DANCE%20March%2016%201944.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1959" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKDNN8KNGN41fm8vkQ_Lv5XVQBhSpLPXSMXX9UvO8ravRJGQ-Gulbkeg-gKRzbHnbRus6d22bxWErh8bvBSoKWmQuqkLcaUf8DSHpvV3PFiqNDVS1U_HaETy1AixmVUQnQHHURnz3-j0xDelsM9MA2CD83GZykahWJGA0N_liIDbbj3FjaZf-4dgTtsI/w472-h640/DANCE%20March%2016%201944.jpg" width="472" /></a></div>Morrie Alexander and his 13 piece orchestra provided the dance music. (We met Mr. Alexander before, back on <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2015/09/lincoln-park-ballroom-grand-opening.html">this post</a>.)<div><br /><div>Here's another ad from a few years later, running in the paper on March 17, 1951.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9l3vSbP0yFFXSB0cUHQV6tMypGrQBZleFXwwqaDGC1POqDxvFtmC0OmDM03xwIClGchA0g3vimMNkpxDNn8RwWPVWM5Qvb8WD-mu64iuVZCsp5y8E7Ok_2t1YUb3nNQA8ClZWc1J2MR8lfKKhNDg3jqr-hYJC0E8mLSwuDRKMWp2i9gfqXGs448hmhLY/s1259/AVON%20March%2017%201951.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="787" data-original-width="1259" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9l3vSbP0yFFXSB0cUHQV6tMypGrQBZleFXwwqaDGC1POqDxvFtmC0OmDM03xwIClGchA0g3vimMNkpxDNn8RwWPVWM5Qvb8WD-mu64iuVZCsp5y8E7Ok_2t1YUb3nNQA8ClZWc1J2MR8lfKKhNDg3jqr-hYJC0E8mLSwuDRKMWp2i9gfqXGs448hmhLY/w400-h250/AVON%20March%2017%201951.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Very slowly locally in the 1950s, St. Patrick's Day began to be used as a theme for sales, and perhaps promote St. Patrick's Day as a big event. Here's an ad for the well-known <b>Faroh's Candies</b> that ran in the <i>Journal </i>on March 11, 1955.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTjE7xT4t8ELWN5amgodIIfvAd_e8PLnUUEtI3dbQY4GKaZQdEZ4TmrJxnKkqp2l8bBkqo5eXlz1q5bK2kKmCAg5BMwTXanuVrH4V52K1UTzaKr_BCYfmV8WDGaia3-p6D-Cf52KU1kTS4P1_HFTPZXK5Kqo5yeoJIJ34vN-Hmb19rUxkA9W4qfOt8NE/s1657/FAROHS%20March%2011%201955.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1461" data-original-width="1657" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTjE7xT4t8ELWN5amgodIIfvAd_e8PLnUUEtI3dbQY4GKaZQdEZ4TmrJxnKkqp2l8bBkqo5eXlz1q5bK2kKmCAg5BMwTXanuVrH4V52K1UTzaKr_BCYfmV8WDGaia3-p6D-Cf52KU1kTS4P1_HFTPZXK5Kqo5yeoJIJ34vN-Hmb19rUxkA9W4qfOt8NE/w400-h355/FAROHS%20March%2011%201955.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div>As the 1950s progressed, companies such as the Harry Volk Corporation began to make available various collections of illustrations and photographs that could be used for advertising purposes by whoever purchased it. These collections were issued on a regular basis with themes related to holidays and the time of year. Thus it became very easy to assemble an ad with a theme of St. Patrick's Day. However, some of the pieces of artwork were memorably odd, like the art in this ad for <b>Crystal Clear Dry Cleaners</b> that ran in the newspaper on March 14, 1958.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1xAvvt0-lGK978YCZtpo1M0y8UHjwxeaN4cTpRkMIxZ3EqP9c5n9Ug34zvwm-YYX_2CS7eNYbSNT_ESrV9TRMcokGhfItkr1E2bM6CsRn9tlnp2KLZdLUxzexbyvzumQtQ1fsAF59AtpdWiK81s3guUpF-1EsaPLF5hSimWnFpPetslf7O7TPZY5MXYw/s2075/Mar%2014%201958.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2075" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1xAvvt0-lGK978YCZtpo1M0y8UHjwxeaN4cTpRkMIxZ3EqP9c5n9Ug34zvwm-YYX_2CS7eNYbSNT_ESrV9TRMcokGhfItkr1E2bM6CsRn9tlnp2KLZdLUxzexbyvzumQtQ1fsAF59AtpdWiK81s3guUpF-1EsaPLF5hSimWnFpPetslf7O7TPZY5MXYw/w279-h400/Mar%2014%201958.jpg" width="279" /></a></div>That smirking, bowler-hat-wearing guy just doesn't look very Irish to me. Maybe a <a href="https://www.biddymurphy.com/products/irish-clay-pipe-scroll-shamrock-design-made-in-ireland">clay pipe</a> would have helped. And Begora, he turned up again in a weird ad (Operation "17"?) the following year, for Lorain's Downtown stores.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkZLonDPdqV7XzLltVPm-vTNqs2DcaWNKvb6cBxiapuVmRbZu0QGZVLvGEzG8tVp94hLd-8nI-p9VjGBhXfkxdg28Vc54d5E5tMVtQTGjpqgW1EcU1RdQ_yK-sMEO1Ikz6EtGOb_btbBGejix5_5weXDIcEBRNS0EhkwwdfgvCbvSqY7oc8hsz3L2NeA/s2180/ST%20PAT%20March%2016%201959.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2180" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkZLonDPdqV7XzLltVPm-vTNqs2DcaWNKvb6cBxiapuVmRbZu0QGZVLvGEzG8tVp94hLd-8nI-p9VjGBhXfkxdg28Vc54d5E5tMVtQTGjpqgW1EcU1RdQ_yK-sMEO1Ikz6EtGOb_btbBGejix5_5weXDIcEBRNS0EhkwwdfgvCbvSqY7oc8hsz3L2NeA/w426-h640/ST%20PAT%20March%2016%201959.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>Going into the 1960s, you can see that the <i>Journal</i>'s art department was fully onboard with clip art. This ad from March 16, 1964 uses a huge piece of banner art. Unfortunately, the art had to be cut back to fit – leaving the thumbs of the Irishman hanging out in space by the letters.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRZTITetwFSvWsZGcfCi9AVTGaSs7JXdMbGtS9lFC8Pd2gbCp5DcCiMfPFMdJ1SPJpB-C8kQpyZRc5fTdydezteI6hYYTf1OvJ4CTVRGBu9AaojHl3pqGHuIWyvOMq3rxFHb38tmq9wzZ076giCLoj3oeq_XyKfPr3FaMeJeFGyA8CrhlpAmaG4tDZEM/s2209/DOWNTOWN%20March%2016%201964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2209" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRZTITetwFSvWsZGcfCi9AVTGaSs7JXdMbGtS9lFC8Pd2gbCp5DcCiMfPFMdJ1SPJpB-C8kQpyZRc5fTdydezteI6hYYTf1OvJ4CTVRGBu9AaojHl3pqGHuIWyvOMq3rxFHb38tmq9wzZ076giCLoj3oeq_XyKfPr3FaMeJeFGyA8CrhlpAmaG4tDZEM/w422-h640/DOWNTOWN%20March%2016%201964.jpg" width="422" /></a></div>Finally, here's the equivalent Downtown Lorain ad with a St. Patrick's Day theme from two years later. Once again, a leprechaun presides over the proceedings. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIE9sqhU08O7z6FcUznQMdICT-jM3fx5-PKYL-9rlrcHa-6IjiWkIWgvIkPvVXbeUUZ903JfBj-1idaLRd1aOlCjIJzWFYcGGmSTbG5Y7lvXnRp6zWfbW2PwH8iVoc5S6yIZUQ2FH7uRNWM49E98oAN5SHMMjCR0El6P0M8jr0H8qGTlqzmyKoZvOXBTU/s2158/March%2016%201966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2158" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIE9sqhU08O7z6FcUznQMdICT-jM3fx5-PKYL-9rlrcHa-6IjiWkIWgvIkPvVXbeUUZ903JfBj-1idaLRd1aOlCjIJzWFYcGGmSTbG5Y7lvXnRp6zWfbW2PwH8iVoc5S6yIZUQ2FH7uRNWM49E98oAN5SHMMjCR0El6P0M8jr0H8qGTlqzmyKoZvOXBTU/w432-h640/March%2016%201966.jpg" width="432" /></a></div>Hey, that leprechaun kind of looks like <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Phillips">Barney Phillips</a>, the actor! I wonder if he has an extra eye under that green, buckled hat?<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2HYKIJSnw32HxwJEWqzaGGSOwT-inx6F603iT5HQcI3XZFoz1NinBtu6sLS4VWhyf7pECQijhzwG3-ZdpRacY_G2UVPtqD53d2f_QEt_exzm2cyCJ9qDhM22KY0sIgE3sXmcRkPNBHeZ1E6X9XlmUYjm6OmXZOIvCIo6nX2YbQ0CavGrqw9-w2ziDbg/s817/MV5BZWIxMzQyODEtY2NmYS00YTM4LWE4ZjYtZDhhZjZiYjk5NDEyXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjUxMjc1OTM@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="817" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2HYKIJSnw32HxwJEWqzaGGSOwT-inx6F603iT5HQcI3XZFoz1NinBtu6sLS4VWhyf7pECQijhzwG3-ZdpRacY_G2UVPtqD53d2f_QEt_exzm2cyCJ9qDhM22KY0sIgE3sXmcRkPNBHeZ1E6X9XlmUYjm6OmXZOIvCIo6nX2YbQ0CavGrqw9-w2ziDbg/s320/MV5BZWIxMzQyODEtY2NmYS00YTM4LWE4ZjYtZDhhZjZiYjk5NDEyXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjUxMjc1OTM@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-14241936501654344322024-03-14T00:14:00.003-04:002024-03-14T19:05:58.882-04:00Reidy-Scanlan St. Patrick's Day Ads – 1954, 1964 & 1967<p>The Reidy Scanlan Company has been a favorite topic on this blog, since so many of us shopped there over the years. Blog posts covered its timeline from when <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2016/02/reidy-scanlanst-joes-demo-update.html">its building was under construction</a> to its eventual (and inevitable) <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2015/12/reidy-scanlan-update.html">demolition</a>.</p><p>Nevertheless, the firm was a mainstay of Lorain's central business district and a regular advertiser in the <i>Lorain Journal</i>. Thus it wasn't too hard to come up with some St. Patrick's Day-themed ads.</p><p>First up is one from March 1954. It's a fun ad with a nice gimmick, with the firm offering 20% off any item that has 'a bit of green' in it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoA3f7cw-bYtDTD9QCvR52SN4KEvLvaNuLlAlfYtBCvrikNGEmc_TkQcYx9k6aNfkoyXH30fF9ymE9WfDlfFQE41oqzBz1NK_40y31Nw_wABi57zfnpepWSt5ZpjRxvO6pLzzhXFKIHPaQkEc-EWjFj_61P6gXVTStlkvs65TQuVd4kDX16MjxCfIi9yk/s2047/REIDY%20March%2016%201954.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2047" data-original-width="1450" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoA3f7cw-bYtDTD9QCvR52SN4KEvLvaNuLlAlfYtBCvrikNGEmc_TkQcYx9k6aNfkoyXH30fF9ymE9WfDlfFQE41oqzBz1NK_40y31Nw_wABi57zfnpepWSt5ZpjRxvO6pLzzhXFKIHPaQkEc-EWjFj_61P6gXVTStlkvs65TQuVd4kDX16MjxCfIi9yk/w285-h400/REIDY%20March%2016%201954.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><p>By the way, according to online dictionaries, "Begora!" is "an expression of surprise or emphasis," and a euphemism for "By God!"</p><p>It's kind of interesting that it really wasn't until the 1950s that ads with lots of 'clip art' (like the ad above) began to appear in the <i>Journal</i>. Up until then, there was a limited selection of tiny graphics that printers could use in a small ad or business card.</p><p>Here's the 1964 version. Note that it has a promotional tie-in with the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1964_New_York_World%27s_Fair">1964 World's Fair</a>, which would open a little more than a month later.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPX3Q6Q7yq2nI02IDOYYqYxGHTHP2wvoH_v35zHzjZThozdfeWaj6dwSJnNE2iLC3qorF8DZnvsrjxgOgsUDBN5PUJUE94MSGrtLMiYd_4lGBEJrBIUs8hqiSSx8KcHUxsdnCFfe5nt95mXFgYFa8VQ74nq1G5btTorfkv6ZbXDgjEwUTEtu7ELnYk_Y/s2167/REIDY%20March%2016%201964.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2167" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPX3Q6Q7yq2nI02IDOYYqYxGHTHP2wvoH_v35zHzjZThozdfeWaj6dwSJnNE2iLC3qorF8DZnvsrjxgOgsUDBN5PUJUE94MSGrtLMiYd_4lGBEJrBIUs8hqiSSx8KcHUxsdnCFfe5nt95mXFgYFa8VQ74nq1G5btTorfkv6ZbXDgjEwUTEtu7ELnYk_Y/w430-h640/REIDY%20March%2016%201964.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">Begora, that leprechaun lad in the ad still bears a wee resemblance to an ape (as theorized in <a href="https://thesocietypages.org/socimages/2011/01/28/irish-apes-tactics-of-de-humanization/">this article</a>, as well as <a href="https://thomasnastcartoons.com/irish-catholic-cartoons/irish-stereotype/">this one</a>). But that's okay, one of my favorite movie series is the original <i>Planet of the Apes.</i></p><p style="text-align: left;">Lastly, here's Reidy-Scanlan's 1967 ad. Pretty much the whole ad was constructed using clip art – no furniture this time.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWGNB_ld-byxBqX7AEPs_nJ-wgvDAx3ilEL1nnzB8Nh2G6KE8YaMQoLChcbqAwWtanY_Xky1WnLShxNpGHifiT_DGBU36EfiDQw2dlaqnzGqpHdMlf7cP1XjtXNIh2jlyh1R7jD8J0cy8xy9lmiBUZDw_aN3QC2MqrXed50THVMIqFCv1ubodOq5BuNc/s1457/reidy-March-16-1967-final.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1457" data-original-width="1232" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWGNB_ld-byxBqX7AEPs_nJ-wgvDAx3ilEL1nnzB8Nh2G6KE8YaMQoLChcbqAwWtanY_Xky1WnLShxNpGHifiT_DGBU36EfiDQw2dlaqnzGqpHdMlf7cP1XjtXNIh2jlyh1R7jD8J0cy8xy9lmiBUZDw_aN3QC2MqrXed50THVMIqFCv1ubodOq5BuNc/w340-h400/reidy-March-16-1967-final.jpg" width="340" /></a></div>Since Reidy Scanlan's company anniversary fell around mid-March, ads from that time period over the years dealt with that celebration instead of the Irish holiday. In fact, these are the only three St. Patrick's Day ads for Reidy Scanlan that I could find between the late 1940s and early 70s.<div><br /><div>Anyway, tomorrow I'll post a veritable Irish Stew of other vintage ads of area businesses in the lead up to the holiday on Sunday. </div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-11581837378871548152024-03-13T00:13:00.001-04:002024-03-13T05:30:16.056-04:00U.S.S. Lorain is Launched – March 1944<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnNesRY9opRLUAklpZwuyrDJ6pVxEpKeUomk8SDOG6NWY_Sgrd_Ny1Bb_PB5r3Q7Wjh9MzzJdnvX1Smmsxy-PEyx6-TdOCiyqUE8CL9GD4cV8HfpHRG3okpn4xhyphenhyphenUpgIKbjoq0sk43iGevyGa-GbtK4FBhOffhxdwgR54U2KNzBPsOLkYiH3oNgjtR9Q/s1980/March%2013_1944%20rev.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1980" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnNesRY9opRLUAklpZwuyrDJ6pVxEpKeUomk8SDOG6NWY_Sgrd_Ny1Bb_PB5r3Q7Wjh9MzzJdnvX1Smmsxy-PEyx6-TdOCiyqUE8CL9GD4cV8HfpHRG3okpn4xhyphenhyphenUpgIKbjoq0sk43iGevyGa-GbtK4FBhOffhxdwgR54U2KNzBPsOLkYiH3oNgjtR9Q/w468-h640/March%2013_1944%20rev.jpg" width="468" /></a></div>Eighty years ago today on Monday, March 13, 1944, the U.S.S. Lorain was being prepped for a launch later in the week. Above is the <i>Lorain Journal</i> from that date with the news.<p></p><p>As the article notes, "Lorain's own warship, the U.S.S. Lorain, will slide down the launching ways at the American Shipbuilding Cp. yards here at 12:20 p. m. Saturday.</p><p>"Meanwhile, plans went forward for the city celebration which is to accompany the launching of the first warship ever to bear Lorain's name. The U.S.S. Lorain is a 303-foot frigate, built under U. S. Maritime Commission specifications for convoy duty.</p><p>"Christening the ship will be Mrs. Fred Henderson, mother of Marine Hero Maj. Lofton Henderson who was killed at the battle of Midway.</p><p>"The city is clearing and leveling ground in back of the Eagles-blog at Broadway and 6th-st, which is almost exactly opposite the building berth where the trim warship waits its christening. From this point a clear view of the launching ceremony will be possible. </p><p>"Launching here the warship Lorain will add further to the city's 46-year shipbuilding tradition, and will in fact come pretty close to being on the 46th anniversary of the launching of the first ship here by the American Shipbuilding Co.</p><p>"It was on April 13, 1898 that the company launched the Superior City, 430-foot ore carrier which at that time was the largest vessel on the Great Lakes. Many of the men who worked on the Superior City also have had a part in the building of the Lorain.</p><p>"The Superior City proved her worth in 22 years of operation on the Great Lakes, but was lost in a collision in 1920."</p><p>The launching came off without a hitch on Saturday. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6bgOyQMoIbo1ywbT5pcB_e66fU_ouHRVUT4Zxpo-2ulcV9cGEKiw7S22FgWFoYfsZr8gelpjSsySXuE6v80n8G2QHaB-P9IX_6Jp69cOFKuy9lOUHexWE9qrgwDYaUi-tGU8yIWc4q_JJ53Oal_9WWXX3gZusj0cz_YlwBhk0Ll9PzX6TuUnSD1LekoQ/s1936/SHIP%20March%2018%201944.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1936" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6bgOyQMoIbo1ywbT5pcB_e66fU_ouHRVUT4Zxpo-2ulcV9cGEKiw7S22FgWFoYfsZr8gelpjSsySXuE6v80n8G2QHaB-P9IX_6Jp69cOFKuy9lOUHexWE9qrgwDYaUi-tGU8yIWc4q_JJ53Oal_9WWXX3gZusj0cz_YlwBhk0Ll9PzX6TuUnSD1LekoQ/w480-h640/SHIP%20March%2018%201944.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p>Lorain's own Admiral Ernest J. King flew home to attend the christening and greet Mrs. Henderson.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9GcvWb6jJyNk5P26bE9MVD25sIpDoUCHlMQHRLhWxJsKUiGaN1wN5H6BQDbL2jG8U5XLmoCw1D4mo29HPL2UgShXq7wSyy9B-VeWzZMXPr1RWFpIqGf8i71modZ41jEohS3FpnO998PO7K3auptZWVSiHkLJfGsTkON-XvAGKnTFrJi5TKedIe1yuUU/s1236/King.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="1074" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9GcvWb6jJyNk5P26bE9MVD25sIpDoUCHlMQHRLhWxJsKUiGaN1wN5H6BQDbL2jG8U5XLmoCw1D4mo29HPL2UgShXq7wSyy9B-VeWzZMXPr1RWFpIqGf8i71modZ41jEohS3FpnO998PO7K3auptZWVSiHkLJfGsTkON-XvAGKnTFrJi5TKedIe1yuUU/w348-h400/King.jpg" width="348" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">****</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This United States Coast Guard <a href="https://www.history.uscg.mil/Browse-by-Topic/Assets/Water/All/Other-Vessels-Non-CG/Article/2561246/uss-lorain-pf-93/">website</a> includes the story of the U.S.S. Lorain. The Wiki entry for the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Lorain_(PF-93)">U.S.S. Lorain</a> also provides a history of the ship as well as a photo.</div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-91859000285615078202024-03-12T00:03:00.003-04:002024-03-17T16:09:46.386-04:00She Co-starred With the Stooges: Dorothy Granger of New London<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1jN8wHgFntH92aMsFtS_yj7_ef_5virtmqRyrTqNcv9vtqwRFEhMjNLS04qnGe-F-P2FrXneyPpIat9NkNhHsJKsthFWNoswS5TorzGBUzY0WwyOkM8b7Ff0DN_bKa2K3nHqL_-469VIsJE79IogX74Y3S5mVUOZwV8qfIUTkbD9Nr_YUHaTkNfWgcU/s560/s-l1200.webp" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="560" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1jN8wHgFntH92aMsFtS_yj7_ef_5virtmqRyrTqNcv9vtqwRFEhMjNLS04qnGe-F-P2FrXneyPpIat9NkNhHsJKsthFWNoswS5TorzGBUzY0WwyOkM8b7Ff0DN_bKa2K3nHqL_-469VIsJE79IogX74Y3S5mVUOZwV8qfIUTkbD9Nr_YUHaTkNfWgcU/w400-h309/s-l1200.webp" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Punch Drunks" was only the second Three Stooges short. <br />That's Dorothy Granger between Moe and Curly</i></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20London">New London</a>, the charming village in Huron County, Ohio, boasts of several famous people having grown up there, including renowned architect <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Johnson">Philip Johnson</a> and popular CNN Headline News anchor <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Meade">Robin Meade</a>.<p></p><p>But there's one person who was born in New London (on November 21, 1911) that isn't mentioned on the village's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_London,_Ohio">Wiki page</a> that should be: <b>Dorothy Granger</b>. She enjoyed a fine career in Hollywood, featured in short subjects with roles alongside some of the nation's most beloved comics.</p><p>When she was very young, her family moved to Texas, where she won a beauty contest at the age of thirteen. A move to Los Angeles lead to a screen test. Her distinctive beauty and natural comedy timing resulted in a contract with Hal Roach Studios.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaJ85Tcpg-KgB5kz21igfeoPzlDgEd5nuZYDW9xm0Tf4kwhhNCSvIbntJYq2mbc-iiOx_KjlaLCcxE8Td6R7YE7tb13THlS50AsRpRkTYCTr6t31T54iXGW-f_UHTKLE6D-9emN4VDha6fzqakDmtyM7VkWez15XsYhJhYVo9ga8hABNVm8bGY-WmF6k/s1600/s-l1600-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1286" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaJ85Tcpg-KgB5kz21igfeoPzlDgEd5nuZYDW9xm0Tf4kwhhNCSvIbntJYq2mbc-iiOx_KjlaLCcxE8Td6R7YE7tb13THlS50AsRpRkTYCTr6t31T54iXGW-f_UHTKLE6D-9emN4VDha6fzqakDmtyM7VkWez15XsYhJhYVo9ga8hABNVm8bGY-WmF6k/w321-h400/s-l1600-1.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMWOxIxO15s1RKT2LAggsLv8zWpAaiT2qFX3p9OjK32xh8MP4KNHl1JX5Wb8xxtbOhfm3FE6EgX6UIEIPcEyHbX9pBCdSHIRnw0scgLY-vGTWZPyzj2dhN-toC5YaVrf-F9vT0ihNTN4nivXmSi2Hykb6XbN6vom8xh5PZBCGEDj8QdYfaCXsEtp_-n8/s1523/Dorothy_Granger_posing_with_her_contract.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1523" data-original-width="1280" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMWOxIxO15s1RKT2LAggsLv8zWpAaiT2qFX3p9OjK32xh8MP4KNHl1JX5Wb8xxtbOhfm3FE6EgX6UIEIPcEyHbX9pBCdSHIRnw0scgLY-vGTWZPyzj2dhN-toC5YaVrf-F9vT0ihNTN4nivXmSi2Hykb6XbN6vom8xh5PZBCGEDj8QdYfaCXsEtp_-n8/w336-h400/Dorothy_Granger_posing_with_her_contract.jpg" width="336" /></a></div><p>Her list of co-stars reads like a Who's Who of comedy, including Laurel & Hardy, W. C. Fields, The Three Stooges, Abbott & Costello, Charley Chase and Leon Erroll (with whom she starred in a short subject series as his wife).</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBlcLeINq3rWBUuosbG2BGmLkArp9PHviu-3-ru8xnf0KDmhqSXspnGQIWrju5swuAsqFvpSjxAMYOKY9upyjthm3u3HAOZk50-j7EG2ghimX9E1iDiFyJafOAZr7QC7BhLu_sP0R2INtuVyQfX3wA-KK4YDuzj0Bt8JI7COvHYrCpRCmMqo9YjDfiEs/s1632/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-10%20at%207.39.45%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="1632" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBlcLeINq3rWBUuosbG2BGmLkArp9PHviu-3-ru8xnf0KDmhqSXspnGQIWrju5swuAsqFvpSjxAMYOKY9upyjthm3u3HAOZk50-j7EG2ghimX9E1iDiFyJafOAZr7QC7BhLu_sP0R2INtuVyQfX3wA-KK4YDuzj0Bt8JI7COvHYrCpRCmMqo9YjDfiEs/w400-h278/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-10%20at%207.39.45%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>In a small roll as Mr. and Mrs. Hardy's maid in "Hog Wild"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh50pjXy9yurBsdg2wR4S8B9gEXpCWGlJrjVXoYVrThgFaLrlsrbmiYD2W-UgWhBK85uU_RCrA9CZOf_nAvxucHqwrZte-YsFbNm_aJInls5uVHnivuFGuMYJ66cAYG7quGlVo0WUe1TmIUzRQC0T_hxRfpBfcqqlm3qCgE9gdWaBwlYdnOfj1sG2yZ9YQ/s1623/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-10%20at%208.11.13%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="1623" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh50pjXy9yurBsdg2wR4S8B9gEXpCWGlJrjVXoYVrThgFaLrlsrbmiYD2W-UgWhBK85uU_RCrA9CZOf_nAvxucHqwrZte-YsFbNm_aJInls5uVHnivuFGuMYJ66cAYG7quGlVo0WUe1TmIUzRQC0T_hxRfpBfcqqlm3qCgE9gdWaBwlYdnOfj1sG2yZ9YQ/w400-h299/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-10%20at%208.11.13%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Dorothy's laughing because Hardy is looking for his hat, unaware that it's on his head</i></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53fJs7_5riXOyEg1iS64GDAn-Df669u83332InlViheAYh231Kr1qxEKCNcIfjF2YAy58A14mfl82AMPVqRyWRkKtUxiSsJ2oGR7qUFVvXKohCyOSAjM0l7c3EJw6zNueW8pKI8TSbGdikqgP5eMFifHpLncjypDLisylGbKi9rRWh93YKIM97qCvJc8/s1885/WC.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1454" data-original-width="1885" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53fJs7_5riXOyEg1iS64GDAn-Df669u83332InlViheAYh231Kr1qxEKCNcIfjF2YAy58A14mfl82AMPVqRyWRkKtUxiSsJ2oGR7qUFVvXKohCyOSAjM0l7c3EJw6zNueW8pKI8TSbGdikqgP5eMFifHpLncjypDLisylGbKi9rRWh93YKIM97qCvJc8/w400-h309/WC.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>With W. C. Fields in "The Dentist"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2Mg1BcBlLjsR260eMkb0lr8hP9zR3I4vkpupzmgPoIQOaskyf5v_7T3cVAlrs86LW3MPqMGr0i99t4qTsgxjimL90wMKJ3ZOkPZlqvRe7_dKmyECG8LWtJ_OjkFU5fzPvMaXZ2ZqkjxeuCLXVONiDdxYbnNpAx2fjPx_Zc5O9STcVRMmw5HuVs8VDPs/s755/Curly%20Howard%20Era%20Three%20Stooges%208x10%20Photo%20%2056976b_med.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="755" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2Mg1BcBlLjsR260eMkb0lr8hP9zR3I4vkpupzmgPoIQOaskyf5v_7T3cVAlrs86LW3MPqMGr0i99t4qTsgxjimL90wMKJ3ZOkPZlqvRe7_dKmyECG8LWtJ_OjkFU5fzPvMaXZ2ZqkjxeuCLXVONiDdxYbnNpAx2fjPx_Zc5O9STcVRMmw5HuVs8VDPs/w400-h318/Curly%20Howard%20Era%20Three%20Stooges%208x10%20Photo%20%2056976b_med.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>With Curly and Moe in "Punch Drunks"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh59Ebr2zHDwvQ7h2faDoLlALq2p02SaGLMVvsfcGDmiLhPPSPUMKLCikDCLcRE1myXMAG1-ffOe8_tw0523RH6lLQ63K7jMhI48VAMb_9e4tjw_UmpG22I5jxydsff0PTbMP7KGMcOUcLTOHITCuZ-wcYHS0vYQhG4R0eqQdNtv9ORmXKxbJSre03tA0/s1488/s-l1600-2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1170" data-original-width="1488" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh59Ebr2zHDwvQ7h2faDoLlALq2p02SaGLMVvsfcGDmiLhPPSPUMKLCikDCLcRE1myXMAG1-ffOe8_tw0523RH6lLQ63K7jMhI48VAMb_9e4tjw_UmpG22I5jxydsff0PTbMP7KGMcOUcLTOHITCuZ-wcYHS0vYQhG4R0eqQdNtv9ORmXKxbJSre03tA0/w400-h315/s-l1600-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>With Charley Chase in "The Pip From Pittsburgh"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Here she is with W. C. Fields in hilarious short <i>The Dentist </i>(1932). Dorothy makes her entrance as a scared dental patient beginning around the 8:23 mark. Her sequence is both hilarious (when she screams so much she scares away a patient waiting outside) and a little risqué (as she shows W. C. Fields where a dog bit her). In fact, the whole pre-Code short is pretty shocking, especially the way W. C. Fields treats his patients with contempt!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xvQRYd8xUYU" width="320" youtube-src-id="xvQRYd8xUYU"></iframe></div><p style="text-align: left;">Dorothy Granger made the front page of the <i>Lorain Journal</i> back on October 19, 1933 as part of a scandalous legal case. As the story notes, "Dorothy Granger, film actress and cousin of Don L. Granger, Elyria resident, alleged that Alfred C. Read, Jr. made "ardent love" to her and told her he was unmarried in an affidavit filed in Los Angeles by attorneys of Claire Windsor, as part of their fight to set aside a $75,000 verdict against Miss Windsor by Read's former wife, Mrs. Marian Read."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5HvhMlO5OA0vtiEBPm7D3h0yWUjSi2kBAaIK0Rx_lr2CeVNkMIc5NSOxXYezTuvc16aXAXJNGBcY_-61Kua2S82wHW84eJ0C0YqC0vk-5bs4EqSzhwdtuVBJfOvuupJfVGq6_JZ2K1OvPeg7G3gRGHXLnBe-urKRciKq7E04EHRoargToz1pMU9KGDQ/s4469/October%2019%201933.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4469" data-original-width="1063" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5HvhMlO5OA0vtiEBPm7D3h0yWUjSi2kBAaIK0Rx_lr2CeVNkMIc5NSOxXYezTuvc16aXAXJNGBcY_-61Kua2S82wHW84eJ0C0YqC0vk-5bs4EqSzhwdtuVBJfOvuupJfVGq6_JZ2K1OvPeg7G3gRGHXLnBe-urKRciKq7E04EHRoargToz1pMU9KGDQ/w152-h640/October%2019%201933.jpg" width="152" /></a></div>(Note that the photo of Dorothy Granger is similar to the one near the top of the post. On the Wiki page where that photo appears online, it says that she is holding a Hollywood contract. More likely it is the affidavit mentioned in the article!)<br /><p style="text-align: left;">Even though Dorothy Granger was starring in Hollywood movies, she apparently did not forget her roots back here in Northern Ohio. In the fall of 1939, she made two appearances in South Amherst with her husband, both times presenting entertainment programs in the high school gym.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlPReFbFKgJ_4LA2n3GSf3vhyu4SzsxbQDk4wGiPHH_zwlJHAmokXmD2DRCpeR2506XbC-A6LlGthPKI3XOu7DoqJTvowtJY3JYvTejlyYaHQ-Vd5bHzKIteQuOe7mVR1Gqa6W-DILsomDTp6XgwKRQmxiRFqtTS_1udhinfFapYrYsCgtyXc5w_NxsI/s1993/Sept%209%201939.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1993" data-original-width="1248" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlPReFbFKgJ_4LA2n3GSf3vhyu4SzsxbQDk4wGiPHH_zwlJHAmokXmD2DRCpeR2506XbC-A6LlGthPKI3XOu7DoqJTvowtJY3JYvTejlyYaHQ-Vd5bHzKIteQuOe7mVR1Gqa6W-DILsomDTp6XgwKRQmxiRFqtTS_1udhinfFapYrYsCgtyXc5w_NxsI/w250-h400/Sept%209%201939.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>From Sept. 9, 1939 Lorain Journal</i></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtaofMxmJOo2k0gTV4uPlCTSAunRbEMrt1-G18vkUlnYztnl0DmAIt7YxjfkV0YUGgj5rCQjJ2UIyipI5jkIKGEn7w8VlZj1RWN46iqCIB1i2SIIIFDqvD4KdNUlnzv4-6x88v4Aj6Vghj-l-CIlRBAy2JKBAC9hYvkPanEZVRciwg_sbvDzOYe0yG3g/s1696/September%2020%201939.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1696" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtaofMxmJOo2k0gTV4uPlCTSAunRbEMrt1-G18vkUlnYztnl0DmAIt7YxjfkV0YUGgj5rCQjJ2UIyipI5jkIKGEn7w8VlZj1RWN46iqCIB1i2SIIIFDqvD4KdNUlnzv4-6x88v4Aj6Vghj-l-CIlRBAy2JKBAC9hYvkPanEZVRciwg_sbvDzOYe0yG3g/w283-h400/September%2020%201939.jpg" width="283" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>From September 20, 1939 Lorain Journal</i></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3CMTaMyLskzBbR7RZASx8TwcHWddgStmIJ9r1TYGuxyfmZ4rbFHTxo-KsvcwlsjWM2ImSVOn7kcGtPPI_uPCgwBOz9m1zYIkrLM4FtIKBdDUCWQHnid4EiTutkfIZZQ-xfFS-524dWM-ZbaeM20aHNrylu5Uy-m9f4eFNH5tcli_XwWwfoSMtsDBkeM/s1307/Sept%2022%201939.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1260" data-original-width="1307" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3CMTaMyLskzBbR7RZASx8TwcHWddgStmIJ9r1TYGuxyfmZ4rbFHTxo-KsvcwlsjWM2ImSVOn7kcGtPPI_uPCgwBOz9m1zYIkrLM4FtIKBdDUCWQHnid4EiTutkfIZZQ-xfFS-524dWM-ZbaeM20aHNrylu5Uy-m9f4eFNH5tcli_XwWwfoSMtsDBkeM/w400-h385/Sept%2022%201939.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>From September 20, 1939 Lorain Journal </i></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: left;">Here's Dorothy as Leon Erroll's suspicious wife in one of the many comedies they made together. In this short, he has a twin brother, which creates many comic misunderstandings. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ceF_-G3pEw8" width="320" youtube-src-id="ceF_-G3pEw8"></iframe></div><p style="text-align: left;">Dorothy Granger enjoyed a long career in Hollywood from the 1930s through the 1950s with nearly 250 movie credits. This native of New London, Ohio deserves to be remembered for her contributions to movie comedy.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NO_Pe9hepu4s5UGsm4o8qpwmKXDz0s5Od9f5b7ODnT0daohAhBHXOwkA1EQZjHOe2aTdpNKpzsLmbIaasW1W-dBdz-omjo_OYUhQ7wbFHX8R0wBYoEM8BkZcZYpuztHW4oVPqjiKU6XzlJMhFkPRSOhfzNIBjIp9CvZOoGc2gq2vKr0r_HnxSu2O36A/s1000/61IVQ3GNWlL._AC_SL1000_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="783" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NO_Pe9hepu4s5UGsm4o8qpwmKXDz0s5Od9f5b7ODnT0daohAhBHXOwkA1EQZjHOe2aTdpNKpzsLmbIaasW1W-dBdz-omjo_OYUhQ7wbFHX8R0wBYoEM8BkZcZYpuztHW4oVPqjiKU6XzlJMhFkPRSOhfzNIBjIp9CvZOoGc2gq2vKr0r_HnxSu2O36A/w314-h400/61IVQ3GNWlL._AC_SL1000_.jpg" width="314" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Dorothy Granger, 1911-1995</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;">****</p>This blog post was originally planned for February but was postponed when I got sick. I finally decided to work on it this past Sunday afternoon. Imagine my surprise on Saturday night when I noticed that the comedy short leading off MeTV's weekly Three Stooges series was none other than "Punch Drunks!" Now that's an omen.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">****</div><div><a href="https://travsd.wordpress.com/2012/11/21/stars-of-slapstick-28-dorothy-granger/">This blog</a> provides a little background on how Dorothy Granger ended up in the entertainment field; her parents apparently ran a theater in New London. It also reveals that she had a career in vaudeville before she began making movies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">****</div><div><b>UPDATE </b>(March 17, 2024)</div><div>As pointed out in a comment left on this post, here's Dorothy in a cameo role in <i>Westward the Women</i>. She is one of a group of Chicago saloon performers deemed 'unworthy' to make the trip West to California to become brides for lonely cowboys.</div><div>Here, Dorothy (on the right) is expressing indignation to Roy Whitman (played byJohn McIntire), who rejected them without explanation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmM7bcyxRGmcdTB8nU8vsNY6r6786m_SJFbi-nLxuC0Cy-ZBQp0D_0sORuJ-YupzYuutxlaugZNpGUqd2IGSEjoVul05t1hI1kyQTT6_QgikA5x_N0675Q9J9qnyi2Ok1zwJoFpoTQ_CZ9JPoI1E4vo7akeazvm0X31nn6-8M00tYRSEdJ-37coDAHIrk/s1409/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-17%20at%202.36.51%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1068" data-original-width="1409" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmM7bcyxRGmcdTB8nU8vsNY6r6786m_SJFbi-nLxuC0Cy-ZBQp0D_0sORuJ-YupzYuutxlaugZNpGUqd2IGSEjoVul05t1hI1kyQTT6_QgikA5x_N0675Q9J9qnyi2Ok1zwJoFpoTQ_CZ9JPoI1E4vo7akeazvm0X31nn6-8M00tYRSEdJ-37coDAHIrk/w400-h305/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-17%20at%202.36.51%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div>After being turned down, Dorothy (shown looking back at Whitman) warns two other stage performer floozies (played by Denise Darcel and Julie Bishop) that they'll get rejected too, because "the old goat don't like the way we were dressed."</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8mlrCkH1Ryb9WNV39qKj12km6VKL9ur8mAHOq5paGdRQU_MY_hE0VxSpvzN6ks5yb_nRbSZFDv28WxERt-u2NjyALYFNJTKduzA-zRtiZKsWPblQO0ZFmXu5i_LkaLcp-zdjoMkvIisSWRIwP0JQRetbktHVf7TBlckF2J-c6xoWK3theYxCs9xS7bxc/s1397/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-17%20at%202.46.17%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1073" data-original-width="1397" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8mlrCkH1Ryb9WNV39qKj12km6VKL9ur8mAHOq5paGdRQU_MY_hE0VxSpvzN6ks5yb_nRbSZFDv28WxERt-u2NjyALYFNJTKduzA-zRtiZKsWPblQO0ZFmXu5i_LkaLcp-zdjoMkvIisSWRIwP0JQRetbktHVf7TBlckF2J-c6xoWK3theYxCs9xS7bxc/s320/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-17%20at%202.46.17%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></div>Of course, that sets the whole plot in motion as Denise Darcel and her friend change clothes so as to appear to be 'good women.' They don't fool Whitman, but he lets them come along on the trip anyway, as he believes that they are attempting to reform.<br /></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-54870336967380672102024-03-11T04:39:00.000-04:002024-03-11T04:39:37.308-04:00Winter Storm Finale – March 10, 1964<p>Were you as surprised as I was to realize that winter isn't quite over yet? </p><p>Despite Punxsutawney Phil's prediction of an early spring, and the fact that people were wearing shorts and T-shirts just last week, winter isn't over until Mother Nature sez so. (In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the much ballyhooed total solar eclipse on April 8, 2024 gets snowed under.)</p><p>Sixty years ago, the good citizens of Lorain County were probably just as perturbed as we are now, if the headline of the March 10, 1964 <i>Journal</i> is an indication. At least the storm is seen as the finale of winter.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00RppWlyuGA1CSZhQcnE_weC0wn0SXenSJIHm9BdynewPIYMPaVkfWGWIMfQzTQd49YA1Po9wqp3Ih_Y5Bg7HaVIhKpzau1BtoN-4sA8R6twyCPrhDEJP7i7wFqUxDd8TNId6ctcvNIxV2dOIXxuah1OMqmTJsPpfQDW1ssmesUXEpPydykkn41GhoRQ/s2221/MJ%20Mar%2010%201964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2221" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00RppWlyuGA1CSZhQcnE_weC0wn0SXenSJIHm9BdynewPIYMPaVkfWGWIMfQzTQd49YA1Po9wqp3Ih_Y5Bg7HaVIhKpzau1BtoN-4sA8R6twyCPrhDEJP7i7wFqUxDd8TNId6ctcvNIxV2dOIXxuah1OMqmTJsPpfQDW1ssmesUXEpPydykkn41GhoRQ/w418-h640/MJ%20Mar%2010%201964.jpg" width="418" /></a></div>The other photo on the front page shows an original painting by <b><a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/search/label/Stevan%20Dohanos">Stevan Dohanos</a></b> that was donated to the Lorain Community Hospital, as well as the cover of <i>The Saturday Evening Post</i> cover on which it appeared.<br /><p style="text-align: left;">There's also foreshadowing of two big events in Lorain's future, including the proposal of a high school for South Lorain, and a new City Hall.</p>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-20748739597674477642024-03-08T00:39:00.001-05:002024-03-12T21:02:03.407-04:00Deutschof Becomes Danny's – March 1954<p>Do you remember the <b>Deutschof</b>? </p><p>The restaurant known as "the Fun Spot of Lorain" held its Grand Opening at its original location at 571 Broadway in 1933. It moved to its new location at 651 Broadway in the late 1940s. There, it continued its fine reputation as a place to enjoy fine food and the best in entertainment.</p><p>(I did a multi-part series on the <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/search/label/Deutschof">Deutschof</a>, featuring some great photos of its interior provided by a reader, starting waaaaay back <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2011/05/deutschof-part-1.html">here</a> in 2011.)</p><p>Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Joseph L. Deutsch, the owner of the Deutschof, passed away in late May 1949. The business kept on for a few more years before a major change took place in March 1954 – a new name, new approach and (I'm assuming) a new owner.</p><p>Here's the ad announcing the transition from the Deutschof to <b>Danny's Bar</b> (or just <b>Danny's</b> for short). It ran in the <i>Lorain Journal</i> back on March 12, 1954.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_emdIv20KY1OkY3fCVw2S_l6HJOIWbVciGxPyOz_FduunTJfSvtYIyDTyeEDQwvUAKeOazhy3ilj5wfKkMxaxPUpxolXY6PG6LTXRLFwAT1fdh8M6ifOueUz9Ad43d6yD6c7572UGejkcmepZtvJuswotZcAGjrT6igaL1vU1djBTDzCeGaPZ2L6wvg/s1986/Mar%2012%201954.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1986" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_emdIv20KY1OkY3fCVw2S_l6HJOIWbVciGxPyOz_FduunTJfSvtYIyDTyeEDQwvUAKeOazhy3ilj5wfKkMxaxPUpxolXY6PG6LTXRLFwAT1fdh8M6ifOueUz9Ad43d6yD6c7572UGejkcmepZtvJuswotZcAGjrT6igaL1vU1djBTDzCeGaPZ2L6wvg/w466-h640/Mar%2012%201954.jpg" width="466" /></a></div>The ad is interesting in that it appears (via the illustration of the grinning worker punching his time card) that Danny's was trying to be the place where a working man could stop after work – sort of a 1950s version of "Miller Time." But the ad counteracts this theme by pointing out that the 'whole family is welcome.'<div><br /><div>But it appears that Danny's didn't last very long. The building would be the home of <b>Ben Hart Show Bar</b> about a year later.</div><div style="text-align: center;">****</div><div>Stopping for a drink after work apparently was a big thing in a working man's town like Lorain, judging by the number of bars located all in a row on a major street, especially across from a factory or plant (like U. S. Steel).</div><div>Even my grandfather was known to stop every night on his way home from his job at the <i>Journal</i> for a drink at the Elks Club. Mom told me that a few times she was sent to fetch him there, and she remembered the boisterous singing of bawdy songs, like <i><a href="https://www.horntip.com/html/songs_sorted_by_name/with_music/r/roll_me_over/roll_me_over.htm">Roll Me Over</a></i>.</div><div>I'm (*hic*) guilty of the practice myself. While in my 20s, I worked for an architect on E. Ninth Street in Downtown Cleveland for a short while in the early 1980s. Very conveniently, there was a bar with a very nice lounge located in our building at street level. (Our office was in the basement.) So naturally, the other two guys I worked with (a draftsman and a landscape architect) and I stopped for a quick snort each night. It gave the draftsman time to flirt with the cocktail waitress, as well as regularly providing me an opportunity to almost miss my bus home. I remember many times running like Dagwood Bumstead from E. Ninth to Public Square trying to get there in time.</div><div><div><p><br /></p></div></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-61994171608511554002024-03-07T00:23:00.000-05:002024-03-07T00:23:22.687-05:00House Hunters, Lorain Edition – March 6, 1954<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVx9v-idLrmCDWgjVXrHXMqPW6RuJL32GxeQ4F5N9AaOUj6kjB5vBw4iSjWmSpfs0VCcdU8CiqBSZ-_tTMKBjI7dShcFDzEq6Xpq2isoO8LN3SwhoXZkJphksfHHS8J0ey_QouJkNZytkYdn0mjNMEnHCaG7urrt17JhmJjIhK0npZp-IpUPCfIODbPR8/s2131/w%2030th%20st.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2131" data-original-width="1930" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVx9v-idLrmCDWgjVXrHXMqPW6RuJL32GxeQ4F5N9AaOUj6kjB5vBw4iSjWmSpfs0VCcdU8CiqBSZ-_tTMKBjI7dShcFDzEq6Xpq2isoO8LN3SwhoXZkJphksfHHS8J0ey_QouJkNZytkYdn0mjNMEnHCaG7urrt17JhmJjIhK0npZp-IpUPCfIODbPR8/w581-h640/w%2030th%20st.jpg" width="581" /></a></div>For many years, the local newspapers have published local real estate transactions, usually on Saturday or Sunday, listing the addresses, sellers and buyers of properties organized by city and county. There are usually dozens of them and it's fun to be nosy and look for addresses and names that you might recognize.<p></p><p>That's why I thought it was interesting that the <i>Lorain Journal</i> published the pair of photos of the two houses above, one at 623 West 30th Street and the other at 1442 West 34th Street. The photos of the two recently-sold homes appeared in the paper on March 6, 1954.</p><p>So why did these homes receive special attention? Well, a lucky realtor had just helped a Lorain couple sell the house on W. 30th Street and then purchase the brick house on W. 34th.</p><p>These days, it's probably not unusual for a realtor to do double duty. We did the same thing when selling our 1940s colonial on Nebraska Avenue; the same realtor was used to find another house, which ended up being in Sheffield Lake less than a mile away. </p><p>But what's interesting to me is that my parents made almost the same move that the couple in the ad did. My parents' first house (which was given to them by my father's grandfather) was on W. 30th Street near Broadway, not far from the one in the top photo. When they sold it (it was simply too small) they built a new house on West 30th St., west of Ashland Avenue and not far from the house on W. 34th in the photo.</p><p>I guess there must have been a strong urge by homeowners living in the older neighborhoods to be a part of the rapid growth on the West Side. Many iconic businesses (like Willow Hardware and Whalen Drug) and shopping centers were springing up to replace farmland, and it was probably hard to resist the new roads, schools, etc.</p><p>And what about the two homes in the 1954 article? They both still look great and are in neighborhoods that remain nice, seventy years later.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2l2aj6UlkA4DeK7wl2Gw4J_cA_62Pq1IeW9Wluh_8F87SxKQXFQZRDReRBKTSKJxuUE2sDECFzRzecMB6772oK2Jvxilww3vMA8eujvonWr295kpd3VxNAGJYnrNJRSqosltiMVDCjMTUKjH0y1X3mauyR0_SW625O6PQSy6yjSG9mGZ6cy9bwfG0WwM/s1939/top.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1433" data-original-width="1939" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2l2aj6UlkA4DeK7wl2Gw4J_cA_62Pq1IeW9Wluh_8F87SxKQXFQZRDReRBKTSKJxuUE2sDECFzRzecMB6772oK2Jvxilww3vMA8eujvonWr295kpd3VxNAGJYnrNJRSqosltiMVDCjMTUKjH0y1X3mauyR0_SW625O6PQSy6yjSG9mGZ6cy9bwfG0WwM/w400-h295/top.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizai5IxOXQrxyq_mIYVXIELBPBZPvYuBr-Dwr4DkJzIzZubWziX02qnxVp4SeF8HUZVPxq3oytBZZk6SUaL3w1uv-leWGGQ-vr9wqOEhQGf0doAhfgCueRVKNPhbfmM-EjGVr9Su8zgonkVxJoJwrSWbp4kOyqy9-HMXwWkf_2QM-Il576E67VKtbmqso/s2971/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-04%20at%204.21.59%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2088" data-original-width="2971" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizai5IxOXQrxyq_mIYVXIELBPBZPvYuBr-Dwr4DkJzIzZubWziX02qnxVp4SeF8HUZVPxq3oytBZZk6SUaL3w1uv-leWGGQ-vr9wqOEhQGf0doAhfgCueRVKNPhbfmM-EjGVr9Su8zgonkVxJoJwrSWbp4kOyqy9-HMXwWkf_2QM-Il576E67VKtbmqso/w400-h281/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-04%20at%204.21.59%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did you move around within a city as well, in search of a better home and corresponding better life?</div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-8277428218689962072024-03-06T00:17:00.001-05:002024-03-06T04:51:23.437-05:00American Ship Building Article – March 8, 1954 <p>Did you ever see a ship get launched in the American Ship Building Lorain yards during its heyday?</p><p>It's quite a spectacle, and exciting as well, watching a huge ship slide sideways down to the water, followed by a giant splash. Consequently, it's been a favorite subject of Lorain postcards for a long time.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBNsnpCuktX19APxmr4pfVyHhJXyEJCBX46ULDg7I37Qyw3sf-ORGr6r7-ZAMC7eqZs6NX3DrXa1KQ9yRskmSwrdcRUMy7iI1kagVjocNB2yWkqcvPm8_35atXbfbVcvM8RUqAWi3YCzuyNKtAsWNFJiYkqqOVCBP1uZXAUCi4d1-lVTBAfBVmZwxNiE/s1520/01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="996" data-original-width="1520" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBNsnpCuktX19APxmr4pfVyHhJXyEJCBX46ULDg7I37Qyw3sf-ORGr6r7-ZAMC7eqZs6NX3DrXa1KQ9yRskmSwrdcRUMy7iI1kagVjocNB2yWkqcvPm8_35atXbfbVcvM8RUqAWi3YCzuyNKtAsWNFJiYkqqOVCBP1uZXAUCi4d1-lVTBAfBVmZwxNiE/w400-h264/01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZoUE2WFSvHHflFSL1wXyXJeroT3TZYZzxO8SqugDw6VQeW9XR_vNm4nRhaJmCUSbgOexDPvFAHb5U0VT1NYxVN-vFMgJ2Uf7zUcOmMFfgtnHCghBgrA6KDZVbFlR3P29Ex20ihnt1Rj1rBrtWpP3BhUf_6A5XaydCcKVzw-gBuxAxXFyGjDan76vhVU/s1589/04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1014" data-original-width="1589" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZoUE2WFSvHHflFSL1wXyXJeroT3TZYZzxO8SqugDw6VQeW9XR_vNm4nRhaJmCUSbgOexDPvFAHb5U0VT1NYxVN-vFMgJ2Uf7zUcOmMFfgtnHCghBgrA6KDZVbFlR3P29Ex20ihnt1Rj1rBrtWpP3BhUf_6A5XaydCcKVzw-gBuxAxXFyGjDan76vhVU/w400-h255/04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHI3rLhjcGiwpN-MAOJWe_Pp1EeEIIfp-4FIvARoHpFfOq8B7xAc6R8rhX6LvFCoEMIDJH2AJu9WnNu2K2J6L1pvVwTOeqQ-69Wpyj2Y2i-PXWO0zkMqUXbp43IQ31po-YOmcbYtzr5D58ljCUXk-L9nq9ZpUIyVwSNbTw31yrvs4o_E97cadL-Wsw_hM/s1487/05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="941" data-original-width="1487" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHI3rLhjcGiwpN-MAOJWe_Pp1EeEIIfp-4FIvARoHpFfOq8B7xAc6R8rhX6LvFCoEMIDJH2AJu9WnNu2K2J6L1pvVwTOeqQ-69Wpyj2Y2i-PXWO0zkMqUXbp43IQ31po-YOmcbYtzr5D58ljCUXk-L9nq9ZpUIyVwSNbTw31yrvs4o_E97cadL-Wsw_hM/w400-h255/05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj334wSQ17FIylH1yE_046hkhoCLE4cjlzhfJkfkOXSTzAicG8V4pJ7Hj_1t9ZY0vPeLx4LU99iByAe5vJodrPBGnB3V9QcNN5leMwxSkbOPiO3fSk2OlEsK_5lBy54ZCXpCYW4HxrOwTvA5bbDTJXo58vPWd_AecVvnwn3WqD6zvvLAEu-hFel4pcEc_s/s1583/06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1004" data-original-width="1583" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj334wSQ17FIylH1yE_046hkhoCLE4cjlzhfJkfkOXSTzAicG8V4pJ7Hj_1t9ZY0vPeLx4LU99iByAe5vJodrPBGnB3V9QcNN5leMwxSkbOPiO3fSk2OlEsK_5lBy54ZCXpCYW4HxrOwTvA5bbDTJXo58vPWd_AecVvnwn3WqD6zvvLAEu-hFel4pcEc_s/w400-h255/06.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAf_W09kRo_o-xkOMADRGBtXelQmoUdkTOmE8MIPpuuGS4rWlyd0gVT8TxRzCUATBtDXrxB0Zhui3jw_Qunymc8tmC2ccEhdpDOIhRNWuPlVF_Dzbi0uVhjJJ0f7ma2YDTx9iDlhyphenhyphenAV7ykegvhuRU3Kg_RF0rVag-qEd4bjvMI5AQEvew8bevqplfB6CY/s1591/03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1028" data-original-width="1591" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAf_W09kRo_o-xkOMADRGBtXelQmoUdkTOmE8MIPpuuGS4rWlyd0gVT8TxRzCUATBtDXrxB0Zhui3jw_Qunymc8tmC2ccEhdpDOIhRNWuPlVF_Dzbi0uVhjJJ0f7ma2YDTx9iDlhyphenhyphenAV7ykegvhuRU3Kg_RF0rVag-qEd4bjvMI5AQEvew8bevqplfB6CY/w400-h259/03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I hadn't thought too much about other ways that a ship might be launched until I saw this front page of the March 8, 1954 <i>Lorain Journal</i>. The photo is of a new ship under construction in drydock at the American Ship Building Company. <div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFHKhwAiKqvyll28cRewxUcOehdWr-QJYUGpBxN02vpaiJ1ZFooUGRwzs5v1pyLlPLESVBADvbs_TgLyuwM7Bv2uTzSpo_cCY8MwOwjlejqxvqIwmGfyCbTG8z4mANPg1iymVQjjI2KeYfOHM6vr0ZJEMchzvWX_ozspld9NBsY3-CKc3_yuSBuyTFSEM/s1983/Dry%20March%208%201954.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1983" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFHKhwAiKqvyll28cRewxUcOehdWr-QJYUGpBxN02vpaiJ1ZFooUGRwzs5v1pyLlPLESVBADvbs_TgLyuwM7Bv2uTzSpo_cCY8MwOwjlejqxvqIwmGfyCbTG8z4mANPg1iymVQjjI2KeYfOHM6vr0ZJEMchzvWX_ozspld9NBsY3-CKc3_yuSBuyTFSEM/w468-h640/Dry%20March%208%201954.jpg" width="468" /></a></div>As the article notes, "An easier and safer way of method of launching will be utilized by the American Ship Building Company for its Hull No. 871 now under construction in the Lorain yards. Instead of the usual side launching the new hull will be floated from the dry dock in which it is being built.</div><div>"This method has its disadvantages since it monopolizes the drydock for a lengthy period. But this new 710 foot long freighter is so big that company officials explained there was no other safe way to build it.</div><div>"The craft's keel was laid in the drydock early last November. In ten weeks almost the entire bottom, tank top, side tanks, and part of the spar deck were erected. Also in place is the stern frame.</div><div>"When the vessel is finished it will be just a few feet shorter than the dock and just a few feet narrower than the dock width."</div><div>Elsewhere on that same front page: a robbery at Four Corners Tavern, located at Elyria Avenue and North Ridge Road; vandalism at two schools in the Grove Avenue area in Lorain; a crackdown on Communism in Puerto Rico: and a thief's humorous justification for his crimes.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-88854671840403555432024-03-05T03:50:00.000-05:002024-03-05T03:50:57.348-05:00Post Cereals Ad – March 4, 1964<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-VXmM0ScinRCyheJ1Vcfv3gkM74alKawlnaX7lNFIX_DChl_7-gH0nJs67kfnHsOQ0ddAAVG7i5kdlG0v3l8KN33j37X40hOptftnpxbaLMZUHY_8J7PHjMLbHKe9Qok8xosBwtaGR1GynlfBuiM8kTzMBnNsxlSz72TkAE0E_OVp9xiTs94QUqEBZFw/s222/VITnC-1443470836-146-list_items-cereal_corncrackos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="141" data-original-width="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-VXmM0ScinRCyheJ1Vcfv3gkM74alKawlnaX7lNFIX_DChl_7-gH0nJs67kfnHsOQ0ddAAVG7i5kdlG0v3l8KN33j37X40hOptftnpxbaLMZUHY_8J7PHjMLbHKe9Qok8xosBwtaGR1GynlfBuiM8kTzMBnNsxlSz72TkAE0E_OVp9xiTs94QUqEBZFw/s16000/VITnC-1443470836-146-list_items-cereal_corncrackos.jpg" /></a></div><br />Post Cereals has shown up as a topic on many of my blog, er, <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/search/label/Post%20Cereals">posts</a> over the years.<p></p><p>Why? Mainly for sentimental reasons. My siblings and I used to watch the <i>Linus the Lionhearted</i> show, which featured the Post advertising cereal mascots in their own cartoon segments: Linus (for Crispy Critters); Sugar Bear (for Sugar Crisp); So-Hi (for Rice Krinkles); Lovable Truly (for Alpha Bits); and Rory Raccoon (for Post Toasties). Although we were mainly a Kellogg's family, Mom did buy a few Post cereals from time to time, mainly Crispy Critters and Alpha Bits.</p><p>Here's the introduction to the <i>Linus</i> show.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cKMjvjLnlQc" width="320" youtube-src-id="cKMjvjLnlQc"></iframe></div><p>Need proof that I enjoyed the show? Here's a drawing I made of some of the characters back in 1965. (By George, my mother saved almost all my doodles from the time I picked up a crayon.)</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdf-_c9uD5BSZTdkyo_KvT_s988fmzLajEv-L784vH4Cwqu8O173QfIp97uyHmQbrI6RtvySMbgQut0czoIJAPDqMMg3hma0mCCVzdzAXpn2U_gXcnII0sLvLFM5GkQhYw4dqc23tdeRhbUCnQsizOC5PP0JPACzd5Y0VMfJvIqgr2oUE9hn5-2JVwydg/s3299/img20240304_18370155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2540" data-original-width="3299" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdf-_c9uD5BSZTdkyo_KvT_s988fmzLajEv-L784vH4Cwqu8O173QfIp97uyHmQbrI6RtvySMbgQut0czoIJAPDqMMg3hma0mCCVzdzAXpn2U_gXcnII0sLvLFM5GkQhYw4dqc23tdeRhbUCnQsizOC5PP0JPACzd5Y0VMfJvIqgr2oUE9hn5-2JVwydg/w400-h308/img20240304_18370155.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Just like my drawing, Linus was overshadowed by his friends </i><i>on his own TV show</i></td></tr></tbody></table>But back in March 1964, the <i>Linus</i> show wasn't on the air yet. It wouldn't debut until September of that year. Perhaps in anticipation of the unveiling of the show, Post Cereals was aggressively marketing its cereals, doing battle with Kellogg's and General Mills.<div><br /><div>And here's a good example of its marketing strategy: a coupon good for 12 cents off any two Post cereals. The almost 3/4 page ad ran in the <i>Journal</i> on March 4, 1964.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH731jsTt-32Smr8BQwOnxsOaicfWMOdrweP4DpPAJe2_jgTgxaaMj6n01j_pCobTYa9TWwcRiNkgi2t9m7oGYYL9TWpDJqK0j6bjLKi2mxps-tCja9l_GY2xa4Aju8PyOL02a7eNZMRyj0MYngzk-UszgZhFX5zBCFh6UJqcxO9zUkY2C2GRoHmMyBhk/s1732/JUST%20POST%20March%204%201964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1732" data-original-width="1371" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH731jsTt-32Smr8BQwOnxsOaicfWMOdrweP4DpPAJe2_jgTgxaaMj6n01j_pCobTYa9TWwcRiNkgi2t9m7oGYYL9TWpDJqK0j6bjLKi2mxps-tCja9l_GY2xa4Aju8PyOL02a7eNZMRyj0MYngzk-UszgZhFX5zBCFh6UJqcxO9zUkY2C2GRoHmMyBhk/w506-h640/JUST%20POST%20March%204%201964.jpg" width="506" /></a></div>The ad is kind of neat as it is a roll call of all of the Post cereals at that time and how the packages looked.</div><div>Of particular interest is the Sugar Crisp box (<i>below</i>). It had a bear on it, but the beady-eyed bruin wasn't quite the well-known Sugar Bear that we all know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1YiRIPuvNuZVV1O7xybFxn7dkGKQMuIeM1yyBEJSyl2RqFYcWB58AZJPW3axMMnDk4473zALgdyhR8JHTz1Riw8SrDkof7hdPOb10lqRkSmY_PC6H0PRQ6DD9s-jS1ZvNzH2kQAblbi79lGd19JQ_XT_LgO9MstoMbDBrPBPaZuCyKUI_zDKfM35xq8/s646/1367493073_dcfcf33bb6_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="485" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1YiRIPuvNuZVV1O7xybFxn7dkGKQMuIeM1yyBEJSyl2RqFYcWB58AZJPW3axMMnDk4473zALgdyhR8JHTz1Riw8SrDkof7hdPOb10lqRkSmY_PC6H0PRQ6DD9s-jS1ZvNzH2kQAblbi79lGd19JQ_XT_LgO9MstoMbDBrPBPaZuCyKUI_zDKfM35xq8/w300-h400/1367493073_dcfcf33bb6_z.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">The box would keep this look for a while even after Sugar Bear debuted on the <i>Linus</i> show. Eventually, the box was redesigned (below) to highlight the most popular character on the show.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRipV_ybxuPTGJ1EjG9na8uP9ndm6LyJVBaXMkzO6_DxioU9KqNlh9k4sKwg1_5qEqjwPYGrDpr7xgRoX8052B80LhKTFTbCiE5dhwFp7dEpr8Z3fgidqJiB8Cm-zAIJI4TIdfuGVCt3xU9U2-YndKeyLDg_lcYGaNp97pv6ZWeGZeZSMspNyOkJFJZ2k/s1014/1368390180_f68f7f9432_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1014" data-original-width="757" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRipV_ybxuPTGJ1EjG9na8uP9ndm6LyJVBaXMkzO6_DxioU9KqNlh9k4sKwg1_5qEqjwPYGrDpr7xgRoX8052B80LhKTFTbCiE5dhwFp7dEpr8Z3fgidqJiB8Cm-zAIJI4TIdfuGVCt3xU9U2-YndKeyLDg_lcYGaNp97pv6ZWeGZeZSMspNyOkJFJZ2k/w299-h400/1368390180_f68f7f9432_b.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sugar Crisp (now called Golden Crisp, with Sugar Bear still on the box) is one of the few surviving Post cereals from the 1964 ad. Crispy Critters, Post Toasties, and Alpha Bits have all been discontinued. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Rice Krinkles is gone as well, but was reformulated into the Pebbles cereals – Fruity and Cocoa.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Even though these days I eat a lot of Post Shredded Wheat, as well as Cream of Wheat (since I got sick last month), I still keep a box of Golden Crisp on hand. I guess I'm just a kid at heart.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I buy a box of Post Grape Nuts about once a year. But just like Corn Nuts (which I love), Grape Nuts can be hazardous to your dental health. </div></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-87448899427290803962024-03-04T04:47:00.002-05:002024-03-04T04:48:07.536-05:00Harry's Men's Wear Ad – March 3, 1954<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJYOflC8aaLtv6ygJSVFisVH44ECOnGPMDp9fVcxNVZmUSWx0EZPXxK_y5mbujqW4qsZ1JX9Tedzwo_NVmRFzhmLr20eIvHJQyA13m-k-jJNHTLYznCuPDYtQIoj-keDivQsgHw5dLHQjtdoFPBIFQOM31F-dAfwmVeBXu7v3KSQSwIPP8ex-l541tEA0/s1998/HARRY%20MJ%20March%203_1954.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1998" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJYOflC8aaLtv6ygJSVFisVH44ECOnGPMDp9fVcxNVZmUSWx0EZPXxK_y5mbujqW4qsZ1JX9Tedzwo_NVmRFzhmLr20eIvHJQyA13m-k-jJNHTLYznCuPDYtQIoj-keDivQsgHw5dLHQjtdoFPBIFQOM31F-dAfwmVeBXu7v3KSQSwIPP8ex-l541tEA0/w464-h640/HARRY%20MJ%20March%203_1954.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br />Here's a great ad for that <b>Harry's Men's Wear</b>, that venerable Lorain institution that every man visited at some time or another. It ran in the <i>Lorain Journal</i> back on March 3, 1954.<p></p><p>(I've featured Harry's on several occasions, including this <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2014/11/harrys-mens-wear-grand-opening-november.html">1950 Grand Opening ad</a>, and this <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2022/04/harrys-mens-wear-article-april-1972.html">1972 profile of the man</a>.)</p><p>The theme of the ad is "Hi Style," which points out the similarities between the men's fashion of 1851 and that of 1954. That's freckle-faced Mr. Sharp on the right, who looks like he might be Archie Andrews' cousin.</p><p>As usual in these types of ads, it's fun to see what was in style back then. Suits were available in Gabardines, Rayon Flannels, Wool Serges, All-Wool Flannels, Sharkskins, and Rayon Acetate. (I had a lime green gabardine suit made for me at Ricci Taylors during my senior year of high school!)</p><p>I'd never heard of a "web jacket" before. It doesn't seem to be a phrase in common usage. The only reference I found in the <i>Journal</i>'s 1954 archives was a reference to a 'web jacket' worn by someone in the Lorain Easter parade. Where did they get it? You guessed it – Harry's.</p><p>The part of the ad that did catch my eye was the <b>Pork</b> (suddenly I'm kinda hungry) <b>Pie Hats</b> for $2.98. I had always heard of a pork pie hat as being the type that Buster Keaton wore in his silent comedies. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMHXTbm3ZrLvuR-GF-vXGBlZrCkDCiObjGZv5lpBFfE0uTlo2W8aKxwXncD2cUl0N0p_ENsO8v0crj2wpuKQNmiDMFVxlV4KjDz-HLc96VaHlSr7fdCkzASxfsql3csCrUHXAf_bXTSjH-wuF3Fd09TpM8kKB0dHSjEyfn9nxMuDBagBnRGseA-2bCiw/s1228/Buster-Keaton-Pork-Pie-Hat-6.jpg.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1228" data-original-width="798" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMHXTbm3ZrLvuR-GF-vXGBlZrCkDCiObjGZv5lpBFfE0uTlo2W8aKxwXncD2cUl0N0p_ENsO8v0crj2wpuKQNmiDMFVxlV4KjDz-HLc96VaHlSr7fdCkzASxfsql3csCrUHXAf_bXTSjH-wuF3Fd09TpM8kKB0dHSjEyfn9nxMuDBagBnRGseA-2bCiw/w260-h400/Buster-Keaton-Pork-Pie-Hat-6.jpg.webp" width="260" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmtS_ChAJb_f6VU-HNiEQcyhAIqCPy6e0BVvxTadlPJK8t61sG8T8o17ZdNy08QlBDWNsvBFSN_KkivZI6Bpp7xMr65OwwJG9yrdS4Y3ZxxV7bihiPjng6TRDEfuk935UDPgUjjN9AePDbm2LwH_yhii_hicKU4Iz_3wS7i0SMUzWtQRKL_wjRrnJ-CM/s1588/il_1588xN.4236636551_65ha.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="1588" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmtS_ChAJb_f6VU-HNiEQcyhAIqCPy6e0BVvxTadlPJK8t61sG8T8o17ZdNy08QlBDWNsvBFSN_KkivZI6Bpp7xMr65OwwJG9yrdS4Y3ZxxV7bihiPjng6TRDEfuk935UDPgUjjN9AePDbm2LwH_yhii_hicKU4Iz_3wS7i0SMUzWtQRKL_wjRrnJ-CM/s320/il_1588xN.4236636551_65ha.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>But <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pork_pie_hat">this Wiki entry</a> for Pork Pie Hat explains it all pretty well. In addition to Buster (the comic, not our resident blog contributor), architect Frank Lloyd Wright wore one as well. <a href="https://fashionablehats.com/blogs/news/pork-pie-hat-vs-fedora#">This article</a> compares pork pie hats and fedoras.<div><br /><div>Today, pork pie hats are favored by musicians and retro hipsters.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-70010089169395025952024-03-01T02:29:00.000-05:002024-03-01T02:29:40.597-05:00Lorain Chrysler Plymouth Grand Opening Ad – March 2, 1964<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikc4a0dkaa9VBKAvup13fB2f3rTzkFs-wJCBnp-CyroSNjMSrATpStu3QeL66EYBV5qHjb9EV1fji7efHsLklOCP7HJMXeNgr0Qtr_TCtqvGzxd5OwOULM2YglsLSRbP3-TC9chmOQ6vJT25HhPNHLwrp8BT2yumaFill0QaqIUllLVmGEJ0cPPACX7SU/s2187/Mar%202%201964.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2187" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikc4a0dkaa9VBKAvup13fB2f3rTzkFs-wJCBnp-CyroSNjMSrATpStu3QeL66EYBV5qHjb9EV1fji7efHsLklOCP7HJMXeNgr0Qtr_TCtqvGzxd5OwOULM2YglsLSRbP3-TC9chmOQ6vJT25HhPNHLwrp8BT2yumaFill0QaqIUllLVmGEJ0cPPACX7SU/w424-h640/Mar%202%201964.jpg" width="424" /></a></div>Here's another one of those classic automotive dealer ads from the days when you could actually buy a new car within Lorain city limits. It's the Grand Opening ad for <b>Lorain Chrysler Plymouth</b>, located at 1354 Colorado Avenue. <b>Dean Phillips</b> is identified as the dealer.<p></p><p>It's a fun-looking ad with the great clip art at the top.</p><p>The ad demonstrates how auto dealers used to go all out to draw in customers. There are live broadcasts by <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2014/02/w-wiz-ad-feb-3-1959.html">W-WIZ</a>, with 100 free records given away at each broadcast; a 10 piece Dixieland Band performing one night; free gifts and free refreshments; and a Grand Prize of a General Electric Console Color TV. And of course a searchlight was used to create a dramatic effect.</p><p>It's kind of clever that the new 1964 Plymouth was selling for – what else? – $1964.</p><p>Today the former Lorain Chrysler Plymouth location (just east of the former McDonald's) is home to <b>Rapid Auto Body</b>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbwvnRU0cWisx59kGYs9xg8zDDmsSzwyzh1SwrQWes2FCxEAx2V7hVfJbtFSggdS1rPnLVdhJ-eEQ0lyeB_CVw_QQAQIfGoddz1dNq6dQuPGs8d8TsQKXknqOHdCv0WyiQj73bZmjcAkY2pxSk2-9gKQvnFnJKrBiyDYHW5mMJMBshNUwXmLOa1dD7V4/s3366/Screen%20Shot%202024-02-29%20at%207.40.52%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1525" data-original-width="3366" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbwvnRU0cWisx59kGYs9xg8zDDmsSzwyzh1SwrQWes2FCxEAx2V7hVfJbtFSggdS1rPnLVdhJ-eEQ0lyeB_CVw_QQAQIfGoddz1dNq6dQuPGs8d8TsQKXknqOHdCv0WyiQj73bZmjcAkY2pxSk2-9gKQvnFnJKrBiyDYHW5mMJMBshNUwXmLOa1dD7V4/w400-h181/Screen%20Shot%202024-02-29%20at%207.40.52%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">****</p><p>Before my parents began their love affair with the Oldsmobile brand that began in the 1960s and concluded with the last car they bought in the mid-1990s, they had a 1958 Plymouth Savoy.</p><p>I wrote about it and posted a few photos back here <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2017/03/bradymobile-at-thomas-edisons.html">on this post</a>.</p><p>While watching <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batman_(TV_series)">Batman</a></i> on TV in the mid-1960s (remember the two-part episodes that ran on two consecutive nights?), my brothers and I decided that our Plymouth Savoy resembled the Caped Crusader's wheels. Thus for many years we referred to that Brady car as the Batmobile.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingVM1qMSh0LN8kxQYEn2B8gwsYJ3IoPcaAj8KrRqMa54VIzekbEZ79c3h2RGMG1MxRXrIjy2nraC_NpRly_PqJaWswp7GfXLdEN2B7xgpQkAWCf1d_25FNIm4TCsLXbBMBezrFEIlWE6JmKyIY_wtlWcM-xVXw9OYKoeR0n31jWn052qtYlMg-ycxoNw/s2592/1958_Plymouth_Savoy_4-door_s.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1547" data-original-width="2592" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingVM1qMSh0LN8kxQYEn2B8gwsYJ3IoPcaAj8KrRqMa54VIzekbEZ79c3h2RGMG1MxRXrIjy2nraC_NpRly_PqJaWswp7GfXLdEN2B7xgpQkAWCf1d_25FNIm4TCsLXbBMBezrFEIlWE6JmKyIY_wtlWcM-xVXw9OYKoeR0n31jWn052qtYlMg-ycxoNw/w400-h240/1958_Plymouth_Savoy_4-door_s.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>My parents' 1958 Plymouth Savoy looked pretty much like this one</i></td></tr></tbody></table>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-22906482130768188272024-02-29T00:05:00.001-05:002024-02-29T00:05:47.889-05:00Oberlin College Leap Year Day Antics – Feb. 29, 1936<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsaV0EwrdTGIOC6gvvHlnviS5CWlYA695tm4vQsGka87uW58a-EHtAhrT6ZFOP6gp90nSQ6MSZSOFkE24O8nsAUZIKUZ0OjSyfu1OLj4D54d5PNjKSSR8nZC-5grNJBhZbX2UvzExyVFB-BNmr_w-6TqiZjYct1xzBgWpnHIZhpGvwtTAQ9m6VUmdrRdw/s1912/Feb%2029%201936%20rev.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1912" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsaV0EwrdTGIOC6gvvHlnviS5CWlYA695tm4vQsGka87uW58a-EHtAhrT6ZFOP6gp90nSQ6MSZSOFkE24O8nsAUZIKUZ0OjSyfu1OLj4D54d5PNjKSSR8nZC-5grNJBhZbX2UvzExyVFB-BNmr_w-6TqiZjYct1xzBgWpnHIZhpGvwtTAQ9m6VUmdrRdw/w486-h640/Feb%2029%201936%20rev.jpg" width="486" /></a></div>Leap years are something that most people probably don't even think about until February 29th arrives. If you're older (like me), you might even think, "Gee, it doesn't seem that long since the last one."<p></p><p>Fifty or sixty years ago, newspapers seemed to always celebrate Leap Year by (sigh) trotting out the same gimmick each time: profiling someone on the front page born on that day who consequently only had a birthday every four years. They may still do this.</p><p>But every once in a while, the newspaper would remind the readers of some of the Leap Year Day traditions, such as women being allowed to propose marriage to men on that day. </p><p>Oberlin College had its own Leap Year Day tradition, as featured on the front page of the Feb. 29, 1936 <i>Lorain Journal</i> shown above. "As per an old Oberlin custom, Oberlin co-eds took full advantage today of "Leap Year Day," the article noted.</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIIm5FgbOGRTO6cfSMIrBoBRupxK6K3-vW08V7FDcRLfCK5PkoV70P8I_DiQw3OyC-LM73C9CycFrBAiCmYUd3Yyfe514UkxJsrj8keH-edT6NM3FVqIVvf7ZulrB_0hmD_2nEpIV6aSHLuB2z6ra0OypeZxhvII8tRuO4muv3eMooR2K73NPzLReT4Y/s1461/MV5BZDUwZmZmYzktNTY5OC00ZmE3LTkwNWUtOWZkM2M3N2Y5N2RmXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjE5MjUyOTM@._V1_.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1112" data-original-width="1461" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIIm5FgbOGRTO6cfSMIrBoBRupxK6K3-vW08V7FDcRLfCK5PkoV70P8I_DiQw3OyC-LM73C9CycFrBAiCmYUd3Yyfe514UkxJsrj8keH-edT6NM3FVqIVvf7ZulrB_0hmD_2nEpIV6aSHLuB2z6ra0OypeZxhvII8tRuO4muv3eMooR2K73NPzLReT4Y/w400-h306/MV5BZDUwZmZmYzktNTY5OC00ZmE3LTkwNWUtOWZkM2M3N2Y5N2RmXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjE5MjUyOTM@._V1_.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I'll bet those Oberlin College professors probably saw <br />this movie when it came out a few years later!</i></td></tr></tbody></table>"Professors, young and old, traipsed thru the streets of this college town on the arms of their girl students today.<p></p><p>"Bright and early the leap year parade began in keeping with an Oberlin college tradition that women students shall "date" their instructors on quadrennial Feb. 29.</p><p>"Faculty wives, widowed while their husbands were taken to breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner and the theatre, planned their own "stags" party.</p><p>"A flurry at the faculty club and between-class conferences of co-eds and their professors suggested that some of the latter, whether gallant or graying, would have at least five "dates" between dawn and midnight.</p><p>"Undergraduate men growled because they were deprived of female company or waited with amusement for the evening. Blushing co-eds who asked their professors too late will escort their younger friends.</p><p>"Women students asked their usual escorts or their unrevealed heroes to a leap year dance tonight. They will call for the men, see them home and pay the bill."</p><p>It sounds like a pretty good racket for the professors (who I assume were all male). I wonder what their "widows" did at their stag parties?</p><p>Elsewhere on the same front page were a few other Leap Year Day stories. </p><p>One story was about Tom and Harry Wallace, twins from Elyria who were celebrating their sixth birthday. Tom was in the Navy and Harry was an employe of an Elyria bottling company.</p><p>The other article was fairly humorous and explained how unmarried girls took over all executive jobs for Leap Year Day in Aurora, Illinois. They apparently drew up a list of "Public Enemies" (eligible bachelors) and served notice that they would go to jail unless they proposed to a girl. They could weasel out of their sentence by paying their fine of 'one silk dress.'</p>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-62464134366580181882024-02-28T04:22:00.002-05:002024-02-29T20:24:40.933-05:00Judson S. Masson Passes Away – Feb. 1954<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwuETORou6cPZ5MRd-Z0YEX9Jhkikpg8lnrhp5iXT5mvcuWftqBJ5K1sWZlJzSTiW9AtnRJq4YW2s4tuxBj5AuyhrTdLkDzIiKj1ZmgYExhL5P68x85yq5nDcddZeDZ-3LYCGQ7NSBkB30h7Ov5Oa5rEA0W58wLl0KlcHF7qe7IVhAptgyNV7I2dsNgM/s1440/Masson4.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwuETORou6cPZ5MRd-Z0YEX9Jhkikpg8lnrhp5iXT5mvcuWftqBJ5K1sWZlJzSTiW9AtnRJq4YW2s4tuxBj5AuyhrTdLkDzIiKj1ZmgYExhL5P68x85yq5nDcddZeDZ-3LYCGQ7NSBkB30h7Ov5Oa5rEA0W58wLl0KlcHF7qe7IVhAptgyNV7I2dsNgM/w400-h300/Masson4.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Masson School, named for educator and civic leader Judson S. Masson</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p>The naming of buildings, highways, parks and other public properties by governments in honor of someone to honor their legacy has been going on for a long time.</p><p>It's a tricky business, not without its pitfalls.</p><p>In Lorain, the replacement of many of the old school buildings starting in the early 2000s as part of a $216 million project created a naming issue: would the new buildings retain the name of the ones they replaced – or receive an entirely new name?</p><p>As it turned out, the designation of new names was the preferred solution. And, the school system even abandoned its longstanding policy of not naming a school after someone that was still living.</p><p>Thus some local history was lost, even as new honors were bestowed. </p><p>One of those names – <b>Masson School</b>, named for Judson S. Masson – was abandoned when the old school was demolished and a new school went up in its location on Lorain's west side.</p><p>And it was back on Feb. 22, 1954 it was reported in the <i>Lorain Journal </i>(shown below)<i> </i>that civic leader Judson S. Masson had passed away two days earlier, paving the way for a new school to be named after him. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHJ83M57GDGNHyLwohnBzV9T6el2igEZnQiMyG-9knwLqZd8vZGs4o-qvLJnJ6RYSEwiWGf_hdSqU8rT2894yiHBgQQq_u0vRWMsyBvnm40fC1amDnYXBLWW1J52G1Kn8S2AQy_N5mUQplk-Xsfqu8F7LIucNk6wRUDnK9ELjLeKZRK7q0FtWx4q1p1c/s1951/Feb%2022%201954%20final.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1951" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHJ83M57GDGNHyLwohnBzV9T6el2igEZnQiMyG-9knwLqZd8vZGs4o-qvLJnJ6RYSEwiWGf_hdSqU8rT2894yiHBgQQq_u0vRWMsyBvnm40fC1amDnYXBLWW1J52G1Kn8S2AQy_N5mUQplk-Xsfqu8F7LIucNk6wRUDnK9ELjLeKZRK7q0FtWx4q1p1c/w478-h640/Feb%2022%201954%20final.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><p>"Mr. Masson served 52 years in the teaching profession until his retirement in the summer of 1947," the article noted.</p><p>"His career in Lorain began as principal of Garden Avenue School in 1916 and he became assistant superintendent in 1922.</p><p>"Mr. Masson had a leading role in many community affairs but it was his enterprise in promoting good citizenship through the annual "Coming of Age" ceremonies that won him a place on the city's "Roll of Honor" in 1940.</p><p>"Mr. Masson was also responsible for the start of the "Town Meeting" in Lorain several years ago, which brought persons well versed in world affairs to Lorain as speakers.</p><p>"He has served continuously as a member of the board of trustees of the Lorain Public Library since 1944 and has served as president of the board since 1946."</p><p>As noted on <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2018/07/masson-creates-history-of-lorain-course.html">a previous blog post</a>, Mr. Masson had many other civic accomplishments, including helping to organize the Lorain Musical Arts Society and the Lorain Philharmonic Orchestra. He also wrote the first Lorain history book.</p><p>It sounds like Masson spent his life working to improve Lorain, first through his work as a teacher and school official, and later by way of his civic activities that included enhancing the city's cultural environment and strengthening its library.</p><p style="text-align: center;">****</p><p>I've written a lot about Masson Elementary and Masson Junior High School, seeing as my siblings and I received a fine education there.</p><p>I did a four-part series about "Masson Memories" <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2012/03/masson-memories-part-1.html">here</a>, <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2012/03/masson-memories-part-2.html">here</a>, <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2012/03/masson-memories-part-3.html">here</a> and <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2012/03/masson-memories-part-4.html">here</a>; wrote about the school's demolition <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2013/08/goodbye-masson-school.html">here</a> and <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2013/09/massons-walls-come-tumbling-down.html">here</a>; and reminisced about those infamous 'half day' sessions <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2020/05/masson-heads-for-half-day-sessions-may.html">here</a> and <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2018/06/half-days-coming-to-masson-june-5-1969.html">here</a>.</p>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-32835641203201269862024-02-27T02:56:00.001-05:002024-02-29T17:31:14.051-05:00Admiral Ernest J. King Highway Proposal – Feb. 27, 1953<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipa7M4Ej7NQMn3-u12uVv0llFTVRGN2l8hNuxL9SAF6J64Jy8dBUFhvPGmBF6RGtAtJ-vwodvmCH8P0ozTc3c5yIi3KfeQTJMwhqnzAl7Rzyi0XsWodxvFt5PqQBwTj8ILcGE_ODp7RXFfGiQ-UlKVGOCuapgXA6mR45Ii3weFTGSka40pRjS7tFa78Rk/s2021/Feb%2027%201953.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2021" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipa7M4Ej7NQMn3-u12uVv0llFTVRGN2l8hNuxL9SAF6J64Jy8dBUFhvPGmBF6RGtAtJ-vwodvmCH8P0ozTc3c5yIi3KfeQTJMwhqnzAl7Rzyi0XsWodxvFt5PqQBwTj8ILcGE_ODp7RXFfGiQ-UlKVGOCuapgXA6mR45Ii3weFTGSka40pRjS7tFa78Rk/w460-h640/Feb%2027%201953.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocsMW-K0dle7IvCGm9jPpCphqLw-2watxMyriofVvB1N_VzAtyr0-nlv9fIrpXrxcqVs8avZj6Htr9wQNv16SsRjPrNFd6qHMI9ImCIyk_5sWaZA-K7Jgq7JVt6lQd-Y47P5PKsudtigtGyP5AAumoRqki_JP-OAt8DSB9cXx-Nq7ErHffkEDhM7Ihsc/s742/AK-NEW-PORTRAIT.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="543" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocsMW-K0dle7IvCGm9jPpCphqLw-2watxMyriofVvB1N_VzAtyr0-nlv9fIrpXrxcqVs8avZj6Htr9wQNv16SsRjPrNFd6qHMI9ImCIyk_5sWaZA-K7Jgq7JVt6lQd-Y47P5PKsudtigtGyP5AAumoRqki_JP-OAt8DSB9cXx-Nq7ErHffkEDhM7Ihsc/w234-h320/AK-NEW-PORTRAIT.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br />After World War II ended, there was an effort to honor Lorain's very own Admiral Ernest J. King, the Commander in Chief of the U. S. Fleet and Chief of Naval Operations.<p></p><p>In the late 1940s, for a time it looked like there would be an Admiral King State Park, located roughly where Beaver Creek empties into Lake Erie west of Lorain. This proposal fell through because of a legal problem related to purchasing the land.</p><p>Later in the early 1950s, there was an attempt to name the Ohio Turnpike after him, which is what you see above on the front page of the <i>Lorain Journal</i> of Feb. 27, 1953. </p><p>As the caption for the illustration of the Admiral against a backdrop of the State of Ohio asks, "Will Ohio give proper recognition to one of her most famous sons... during his lifetime? Admiral Ernest J. King, whose brilliant strategic leadership of all U. S. naval operations during World War II was a major factor in final victory, ranks with the nation's greatest war heroes. Ohioans would do honor to the state by giving to the Ohio Turnpike the name of a great man – Admiral King Highway."</p><p>Two years later, the renaming of the highway looked like a done deal.</p><p>This article appeared in the June 28, 1955 <i>Lorain Journal</i> in which it was announced that Mayor John Jaworski of Lorain was soon to meet with the Ohio Turnpike Commission.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBtjFQ-KVAhp5wHIizV-6QJvNyV5qCD26KtbTuoiflkOMuOJMKUMsJkJT9XMci6YnaUYV1BfA05kryVAOYxdo5Iwh8UeMViISxlz3Dw7e5BtMb4cJZFo89YC4ApfzNN5vDDvF4U6NwrH-AmtsohpCtf1zHhPHaM7DPETdOQyiUcpSjPtZE1TIn_TEEXw/s4202/May%20be%20renamed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4202" data-original-width="1188" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBtjFQ-KVAhp5wHIizV-6QJvNyV5qCD26KtbTuoiflkOMuOJMKUMsJkJT9XMci6YnaUYV1BfA05kryVAOYxdo5Iwh8UeMViISxlz3Dw7e5BtMb4cJZFo89YC4ApfzNN5vDDvF4U6NwrH-AmtsohpCtf1zHhPHaM7DPETdOQyiUcpSjPtZE1TIn_TEEXw/w180-h640/May%20be%20renamed.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>As the article noted, Governor Frank Lausche of Ohio offered "full support to the proposal" and urged James W. Shocknessy, chairman of the turnpike commission, "to take action before the dedication of the highway in October."<p>By July 17, 1955, an editorial in the <i>Lorain Journal</i> noted, "Ohioans, almost by acclaim, have signified their desire to have Ohio Turnpike No. 1 named Admiral King Highway. It remains only for the Turnpike Commission to give the final nod of approval to make definite this worthy recognition of a great man.</p><p>"Many individuals and groups throughout the state, including city councils, veterans organizations, civic groups, the State Junior Chamber of Commerce and a number of newspapers have voiced their approval of the proposed action.</p><p>"The final and most important stamp of approval came when both houses of the Ohio Legislature endorsed the proposal by resolution, almost unanimously.</p><p>"Earlier this year, James Shocknessy, chairman of the Turnpike Commission, told a Lorain delegation that public approval of the proposed name for the turnpike would be a factor in helping the commission reach a final decision.</p><p>"Now that the General Assembly, which represents citizens of the entire state, has spoke out clearly in favor of the proposal, it can be hoped that the commission will act promptly in adopting the name."</p><p>So why isn't there an Admiral King Highway today?</p><p>This editorial from the May 23, 1956 <i>Lorain Journal</i> explains. James Shocknessy, chairman of the Turnpike Commission, scuttled it. "He is unalterably opposed to any name other than Ohio Turnpike," the editorial noted.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn-rDC7A0kcFQnM147vFyrYMgb4vz6PWnAkjG5mzotLXXr4FXs3vhaP-V5ECh_1TG_-Ay-3YRqPnavkUUyIXLY15s9GEMkXFvrJvuVu88rDSeb-4m12ESd_S7E330NtuGUFHuAjohehWCSafW9b6HdtmMTDwD7d9E4Gyy-1KhRs2yhEOmlbJR5wM7Mgs/s3993/May_23_1956__p4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3993" data-original-width="1090" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn-rDC7A0kcFQnM147vFyrYMgb4vz6PWnAkjG5mzotLXXr4FXs3vhaP-V5ECh_1TG_-Ay-3YRqPnavkUUyIXLY15s9GEMkXFvrJvuVu88rDSeb-4m12ESd_S7E330NtuGUFHuAjohehWCSafW9b6HdtmMTDwD7d9E4Gyy-1KhRs2yhEOmlbJR5wM7Mgs/w175-h640/May_23_1956__p4.jpg" width="175" /></a></div><div>Remember that each time you drive the<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ohio_Turnpike"> James W. Shocknessy Ohio Turnpike</a> today.</div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-62562994201065165562024-02-26T00:40:00.000-05:002024-02-26T00:40:35.312-05:00Harmon-Nielsen TV Ad - Feb. 24, 1954<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Regular readers of this blog know that the early days of television interest me. Why? Because I was born at the end of the 1950s and thus able to witness the evolution of television over the years.</div><div><div>I've written before about Mom and Dad's first TV (<a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2016/04/our-first-tv.html">here</a>). It was a Philco 4109 – a huge, heavy cabinet-style model that had to warm up. I'm sure Mom selected it because it fit in with her French Provincial design theme in the house (which I teased her about in later years as being somewhat incongruous as the choice of a woman of German heritage living in Lorain, Ohio).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSECTx-k8RwvDpOds8K1b0xxFKMA8bf3HCJSDZ2uvFRrnBBJrNjPlxOXdIlg_OeWFBlq5EzIQLFsAIW_ok30y1wafMgbfiuWP-DYRro0mqpzCso-vWVLr4sAIEyMU6cT_0gwIYTEvzTRFX3bdFGbhFWt9U_3MhstTWWlNhGPAweHcLMsh2VTUYtq58ek/s338/Philco%20ad%20Nov%2030%201953%20LIFE%20ad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="338" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSECTx-k8RwvDpOds8K1b0xxFKMA8bf3HCJSDZ2uvFRrnBBJrNjPlxOXdIlg_OeWFBlq5EzIQLFsAIW_ok30y1wafMgbfiuWP-DYRro0mqpzCso-vWVLr4sAIEyMU6cT_0gwIYTEvzTRFX3bdFGbhFWt9U_3MhstTWWlNhGPAweHcLMsh2VTUYtq58ek/s320/Philco%20ad%20Nov%2030%201953%20LIFE%20ad.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Here's a photo of Dad standing next to that first television.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixh5fJlK3dyrU7cJF86Njvv1eE5MZJAm6CKbRfDAT1D0VQp2Mb4b7rpy0Gk4J12grfX_w73gvZ2vPolAppxDb3kNFXTPLbo0R77IoIIV947mHTX5FkHxyOO8CpzJptRQXtE4XgCeYNHOwTokZG1pzTkETlhnwt6d-euiRGXXHf7fbCydX-0_iIMzpcuhE/s1526/Dad%20TV%201955%20BW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1526" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixh5fJlK3dyrU7cJF86Njvv1eE5MZJAm6CKbRfDAT1D0VQp2Mb4b7rpy0Gk4J12grfX_w73gvZ2vPolAppxDb3kNFXTPLbo0R77IoIIV947mHTX5FkHxyOO8CpzJptRQXtE4XgCeYNHOwTokZG1pzTkETlhnwt6d-euiRGXXHf7fbCydX-0_iIMzpcuhE/w270-h400/Dad%20TV%201955%20BW.jpg" width="270" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Dad and the TV circa 1955</i></td></tr></tbody></table>And here's my sister in front of it. By George, she was only about a year old, but already seemed to understand its entertainment potential.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDGSLNcMCVW11_WrnZhbin4Biwak2669YMMu05kWDmkgNu8Do_knupMAlt663Ept3XQR2uTl8OWHbCAdIRjqUuMsZ5tX5tcmAdacLkoflTJEVN8hQlGAhu4RUPcB3KOpvZuM56UKXEO9ArVDrNDUT2OeaChBZ6ON7Or6nE5czLknKjCXuu77RlxtxQ-E/s1147/Sue%20by%20TV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1147" data-original-width="1141" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDGSLNcMCVW11_WrnZhbin4Biwak2669YMMu05kWDmkgNu8Do_knupMAlt663Ept3XQR2uTl8OWHbCAdIRjqUuMsZ5tX5tcmAdacLkoflTJEVN8hQlGAhu4RUPcB3KOpvZuM56UKXEO9ArVDrNDUT2OeaChBZ6ON7Or6nE5czLknKjCXuu77RlxtxQ-E/w398-h400/Sue%20by%20TV.jpg" width="398" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"How do you turn this thing on?" she seems to be thinking.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div>How long did my parents have it? They bought it in the early 1950s and had it in their first house. It made the move to their second house (which they built in the late 1950s) but I don't remember it coming with us to the <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2023/07/skyline-east-realty-ads-july-1962.html">third house</a> (on Skyline Drive) in December 1965. So they had it for about twelve years.</div><div><div>Now for those people who liked to trade in their television for the latest model, then the ad for <b>Harmon-Nielsen Company</b>, would have been of interest. It ran in the <i>Lorain Journal</i> back on Feb. 24, 1954.</div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3IvUAN5Q9ibKYU1qyhxBMRpCUI_4fKgDtrKiVbdcSK7g0U2l8SIHBef-x58a8Z7UisRMExYJiegDeZV7Rp5zRojyFXsbMKjwD3KtQm7wmRKul1PGyo73d_hbspzLe5L3INRZjYsKXGSAYeP9mIIHtyf3NaXEs_Gp182sbHiikWlVfI2vvS3F0WsOLcE/s1454/2-24-1954%20TV%20rev.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1006" data-original-width="1454" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3IvUAN5Q9ibKYU1qyhxBMRpCUI_4fKgDtrKiVbdcSK7g0U2l8SIHBef-x58a8Z7UisRMExYJiegDeZV7Rp5zRojyFXsbMKjwD3KtQm7wmRKul1PGyo73d_hbspzLe5L3INRZjYsKXGSAYeP9mIIHtyf3NaXEs_Gp182sbHiikWlVfI2vvS3F0WsOLcE/w400-h276/2-24-1954%20TV%20rev.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>It's kind of interesting in that it might seem early to be trading in a TV in 1954. But since some people may have run out and bought one in the late 1940s, their TV might have been ripe for replacement by then. TV design was evolving pretty quickly and of course, bigger is always better.</div><div>Note that RCA is the brand mentioned in the ad. Is the RCA brand still around today? It sure is, and it's still possible to buy an RCA television. Click <a href="https://www.rca.com/us_en/our-legacy-266-us-en">here</a> to visit the history page on the RCA corporate website. (Nipper, the dog mascot always shown memorably listening to "His Master's Voice," is still around too, on the <a href="https://www.rca.com/us_en/">home page</a>.)</div><div>But the ad is amusing in some ways. The gimmick of showing only half of the man and woman's face is unusual and probably due to limitations of layout space. And I like the image on the TV screen of what's probably supposed to represent some Shakespearean actor.</div><div>I think they should have shown a wrestling match instead. Or a cowboy.<br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-79459379097998130192024-02-23T01:29:00.002-05:002024-02-24T16:31:38.631-05:00"Lorain's Meanest Man" – Feb. 23, 1924<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxYx5Icm5ili8Kg_a19pH3ZFXYhG68qd1Tqe2OLT7OrmftheWc00KTvjKg3nTdXCYbVQVxnzpu69m0b3mlnWjQxbsMe9rkyzwAHeFVFvj_CELnnfWhXOKT_tnZaRskO2KHg0LrbQu1cIeBb1TrUP0Y-sNRcnTLVQ8GOuWXl_rW2ASH3qQIjrNWmET94g/s1853/Feb%2023_1924.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1853" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxYx5Icm5ili8Kg_a19pH3ZFXYhG68qd1Tqe2OLT7OrmftheWc00KTvjKg3nTdXCYbVQVxnzpu69m0b3mlnWjQxbsMe9rkyzwAHeFVFvj_CELnnfWhXOKT_tnZaRskO2KHg0LrbQu1cIeBb1TrUP0Y-sNRcnTLVQ8GOuWXl_rW2ASH3qQIjrNWmET94g/w500-h640/Feb%2023_1924.jpg" width="500" /></a></div>One hundred years ago today, this was the front page of the <i>Lorain Journal</i> on February 23, 1924. The vantage point of a century always seems to have at least a few things of interest.<p></p><p>The headline story about impeachment proceedings against Attorney General Harry Daughtery somewhat demonstrates that things haven't changed that much in Washington, D. C. in the last hundred years. (If you want to know what that was all about, here's the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_M._Daugherty">link</a> to the Wiki entry about Daugherty.)</p><p>But the most interesting article is the one about "Lorain's Meanest Man." </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7z_FZyJLJxsND5QpJ9LqMjN5GDaPGs8dL7yre6u5T3XUYthtuBbtQlV-KN3uQVVQ_U1wHX95t5scKBeGKN2ZQSzyA72bLSYe_EyOnRfI7HrZ4KePvyZpJZ0RakYP5RgUXh0Bpd7XmcrvV-3hX5k-IG0lIuH8tF_Fodiphfr9WvAxFWeiK9PUzVywZt_s/s1167/Feb%2023%201924%20meanie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="977" data-original-width="1167" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7z_FZyJLJxsND5QpJ9LqMjN5GDaPGs8dL7yre6u5T3XUYthtuBbtQlV-KN3uQVVQ_U1wHX95t5scKBeGKN2ZQSzyA72bLSYe_EyOnRfI7HrZ4KePvyZpJZ0RakYP5RgUXh0Bpd7XmcrvV-3hX5k-IG0lIuH8tF_Fodiphfr9WvAxFWeiK9PUzVywZt_s/w400-h335/Feb%2023%201924%20meanie.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>So who was this meanie? According to the article, "he is the man who yesterday afternoon in a downtown department store, struck in the mouth a 12-year-old newsboy, unfortunate enough to ask him, "Paper, Mister?"</p><p>"He is the same man who, a few seconds later, while the boy stood crying in the corner, his spirit broken and his lip bleeding, flung, with an angry oath, into the face of the young girl clerk, the money in payment for an article purchased."</p><p>One hundred years later, the whole thing would have been captured on someone's cell phone, and an angry mob would have held him until Lorain's finest arrived. And a judge would have given him a creative sentence, perhaps carrying the newspapers for a week for the injured young entrepreneur.</p><p>Anyway, other items of interest on the page include: the two articles about streetcars (one above the other), with one about an accident at Reid and 20th Street, and the other about streetcars being replaced by buses in Akron; a story about Lorain's booming economy; a notice about a meeting of the Lorain County Beekeepers' association, which is still around today (here's the <a href="https://loraincountybeekeepers.org">link</a> to its website); and another "Abe Martin" comic panel.</p><p>An interesting item at the top of the page reveals that the <i>Lorain Journal</i> "wired Henry Ford suggesting that the new freighter which he will come here to christen within the next two weeks be named THE CITY OF LORAIN." As it turned out, Henry Ford was unable to come to Lorain and the ship ended up being named "Henry Ford II" anyway.</p><p style="text-align: center;">****</p><p>I'm still getting over <strike>monkeypox</strike> whatever it is I've got, so I haven't been able to devote a lot of time to the blog. Since I got sick on a holiday (Groundhog Day), maybe I'll be back to normal on St. Patrick's Day. In the meantime, I think it's time for another banana.</p>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-9414377188150035052024-02-22T00:13:00.000-05:002024-02-22T00:13:22.906-05:00Oberlin IGA Robbery – Feb. 22, 1964<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0i5kBZ6i-4LzQFA2vOdsnwnF_mbjwv-m7aaEI1TrXSAGlz7PG9DGFQsIyUPjbRuUPTSTh1y0CFYTm0cpnrbBPefwtqu7IUmSxrgS_MDw3GBRi_sZggCbNK8BhXgcsW9MsZIgWICa9cZimrPIv0YRUQ_P0HTdVC8WN_Xjr6KymdNAGwUQw7R0_M-VtCM/s2162/Feb%2022%201964%20final.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2162" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0i5kBZ6i-4LzQFA2vOdsnwnF_mbjwv-m7aaEI1TrXSAGlz7PG9DGFQsIyUPjbRuUPTSTh1y0CFYTm0cpnrbBPefwtqu7IUmSxrgS_MDw3GBRi_sZggCbNK8BhXgcsW9MsZIgWICa9cZimrPIv0YRUQ_P0HTdVC8WN_Xjr6KymdNAGwUQw7R0_M-VtCM/w430-h640/Feb%2022%201964%20final.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><br />I've been working in Oberlin for more than two years now. After almost forty years of commuting to Cleveland, it's been a welcome change. There's plenty to see as I drive through the heart of the Oberlin College campus twice each day – whether it's the quaint buildings or the students dressed in retro 70s fashions.<p></p><p>Right near where I turn off Route 511 onto the industrial parkway where I work, there is the Oberlin IGA grocery store. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMdWPD_SV3BEw9hMcBGXs5WKFfgB0xkD8WQE0cMifG4KHGh1JQAxt6kYv9PQUYVxpyBxRz8arlgZLzqxQcdZuTYYcwnH2NR6YHSQPXuhCWJRACeQpjRagv1nSr9jM_L7xzT18nw5mU2v9KVEbnIXFwTxFe3bMTokxKqZgcK9SjVmV-v3lDy3quBcyCbY/s1440/IMG_1986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMdWPD_SV3BEw9hMcBGXs5WKFfgB0xkD8WQE0cMifG4KHGh1JQAxt6kYv9PQUYVxpyBxRz8arlgZLzqxQcdZuTYYcwnH2NR6YHSQPXuhCWJRACeQpjRagv1nSr9jM_L7xzT18nw5mU2v9KVEbnIXFwTxFe3bMTokxKqZgcK9SjVmV-v3lDy3quBcyCbY/w400-h300/IMG_1986.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>It's pretty convenient to stop in there after work once in a while. It's a little pricey but at least it helps me accomplish my objective of not giving all my grocery store money to Giant Eagle.</p><p>And sixty years ago today, the Oberlin IGA store was a center of excitement, thanks to a robbery (in which thankfully no one was hurt and the thieves were captured). Above is the front page of the Feb. 22, 1964 Lorain <i>Journal</i> with the story.</p><p>As the article notes, "An alert Oberlin area restaurant owner was the key man in the capture of two men early today within an hour after they had robbed an Oberlin supermarket manager of more than $5,000 at the point of a sawed-off shotgun.</p><p>"Virgil Kidder, owner of Virgie-Killies Truck Stop, Rt. 20, three miles east of Oberlin, called sheriff's deputies when he observed three men hastily abandon a station wagon and drive off in a sports car, which had been parked at the rear of his restaurant.</p><p>"About a minute after Kidder's call, Oberlin police reported an armed robbery at the Andy's and Bob's IGA Foodliner, 331 E. Lorain St. noting that three men were involved and used a station wagon in the get-a-way."</p><p>It sounds like it was some pretty good police work, with the two men quickly in custody and more than $4,000 recovered. Both men were from Cleveland, and charged with the shotgun robbery four days later. But it appears (after a review of online <i>Journal</i>s) that the third man was never apprehended,</p>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-32509757315771759992024-02-21T02:16:00.000-05:002024-02-21T02:16:26.168-05:00The Cigarette Red Cellophane Strip Hoax – Feb. 19, 1954<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz29jhL3KKNMbUMJbiPk-ITKTaauh7eg8dvuNpV4S3gtoBAnlQ_R0Rt5Z3GO1UyLEeccNKbN9wLeIWhmClGGKcGrnCTu4qapnnV3ELBVbznYtVUJhQup0iZ-dvDxCEN_ZYkNE27FxJmdU8K2MxI6qISm9n66hgTDLLT7TH0vrPdogICHvG7O0HSvtRxcg/s512/1955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="467" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz29jhL3KKNMbUMJbiPk-ITKTaauh7eg8dvuNpV4S3gtoBAnlQ_R0Rt5Z3GO1UyLEeccNKbN9wLeIWhmClGGKcGrnCTu4qapnnV3ELBVbznYtVUJhQup0iZ-dvDxCEN_ZYkNE27FxJmdU8K2MxI6qISm9n66hgTDLLT7TH0vrPdogICHvG7O0HSvtRxcg/s320/1955.jpg" width="292" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>That red cellophane tab was the foundation of an urban legend</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Most of us are familiar with urban legends, those oft-repeated stories of a folklore nature that are handed down over the years and believed to be true – but have no real basis in fact. Most of the times, they're of a creepy nature and are merely entertaining. But it's all in fun and nobody gets hurt.<div><br /><div>But sometimes, belief in an urban legend can have unhappy consequences.</div></div><div>Here's an example – what folklorist <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jan_Harold_Brunvand">Jan Harold Brunvand</a> refers to as 'the redemption rumor.' For decades, people collected and saved those red cellophane opener strips on cigarette packages with the belief that they could be redeemed for some useful medical device or services to help the unfortunate. It was actually a cruel hoax as it was simply not true.</div><div>It even made the front page of the Feb. 19, 1954 <i>Lorain Journal</i>, with a photo of some Lorainites and their collection of cellophane strips to donate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lTr-sTDcGbpFgbmfwYk9ZCe3ctVKlMeTOhqhFTbJXlBtRVuLvjtOTVcB2hByPrJXm88qSg6zsGnP1swEMRKaGEHWZ8MF46iQlCuM4gQe_PiFApIJ34EkJnTSesOnBltOmc9CiUnkn4ZxiSDAciLnkAGkRO0KfDwy0EOelMsCiQ28aiJEsH-gFjY8fKo/s1992/Feb%2019%201954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1992" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lTr-sTDcGbpFgbmfwYk9ZCe3ctVKlMeTOhqhFTbJXlBtRVuLvjtOTVcB2hByPrJXm88qSg6zsGnP1swEMRKaGEHWZ8MF46iQlCuM4gQe_PiFApIJ34EkJnTSesOnBltOmc9CiUnkn4ZxiSDAciLnkAGkRO0KfDwy0EOelMsCiQ28aiJEsH-gFjY8fKo/w466-h640/Feb%2019%201954.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><div>"Stop saving the red cellophane strips from cigaret packages," the article notes. "They have no value at all.</div><div>"A check into the astoundingly widespread habit of saving the tabs revealed today that hundreds of misguided Lorainites have been accumulating the strips. Suffering from the delusion that they are worth money, or are exchangeable for seeing-eye dogs, March of Dimes donations, cigarets for hospitalized veterans and other charitable contributions, people in this city and others across the nation are avidly collecting the tabs.</div><div>"In an effort to track down the basis of the stories that a hundred, a thousand, a sackful or boxful of the strips will result in any of the above handouts, The Journal contacted representatives of major cigaret companies and Ohio veterans hospitals.</div><div>"The result: the tabs are valueless. The only victims of the cruel hoax are the blind and crippled who thought they could get a wheelchair or seeing eye dog for enough of the tabs."</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCk9wBi_-0xogAMMxf3HbmtM_BBVEpcZla_L15g1OxicgKXuOGdq8qMiWQk3PJZeGciHNrix-A_I5qTJAjhadaUQCk__rcw8rayhs1qll-720_aeLaAGHBGfBO_jAmztUtxpwlruv74FwIi-vd7dQ28ojYtR1-cZo6HoqB0ZbTkg89VbmpNokYZQkB7h4/s351/one%20pack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="351" data-original-width="280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCk9wBi_-0xogAMMxf3HbmtM_BBVEpcZla_L15g1OxicgKXuOGdq8qMiWQk3PJZeGciHNrix-A_I5qTJAjhadaUQCk__rcw8rayhs1qll-720_aeLaAGHBGfBO_jAmztUtxpwlruv74FwIi-vd7dQ28ojYtR1-cZo6HoqB0ZbTkg89VbmpNokYZQkB7h4/s320/one%20pack.jpg" width="255" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Maybe Don Draper of the Sterling Cooper ad agency originally <br />conceived a promotional rebate program involving the red tabs</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-83437390506578212162024-02-20T03:21:00.001-05:002024-02-24T16:38:50.910-05:00Driscol Music Co. Article – Feb. 20, 1972<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYVcNEabBvDC1lr7MhISN2E4qtx9rE4XdAAfkrC6rwPJYDVR_ANxuLqlgC7laOXqgQDGJXZWLZ1wPKrx_EyfiklcP9gH2lGztIv5jW14AL9zGd2xPXmNpYEU4P3FlnITyLzPm8fxl0NOm2IZYmHqGRQl-6pOgp7OqltIRbIWiSNWfDg3X98MV-OsqUD4g/s2193/IMG_1978.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2193" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYVcNEabBvDC1lr7MhISN2E4qtx9rE4XdAAfkrC6rwPJYDVR_ANxuLqlgC7laOXqgQDGJXZWLZ1wPKrx_EyfiklcP9gH2lGztIv5jW14AL9zGd2xPXmNpYEU4P3FlnITyLzPm8fxl0NOm2IZYmHqGRQl-6pOgp7OqltIRbIWiSNWfDg3X98MV-OsqUD4g/w264-h400/IMG_1978.jpg" width="264" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I still have a bottle of genuine Driscol Music Co. slide oil</i></td></tr></tbody></table>For a period of almost 75 years, if you were a musician in Lorain County, then you probably spent some time in one of the two Driscol Music Co. stores in Lorain County. The stores sold everything a musician needed, including the instruments. In Lorain, the store was conveniently located right downtown at 445 Broadway.<p></p><p>That's why I was happy to find the article below about the Driscol brothers, Paul and Ted, and their company. The article ran in the <i>Journal</i> on Feb. 20, 1972, and provides a nice history of the firm.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyCDzgbb58cnZFBG0b8a5Y7pCOHYJTce-A7oZ-irfl2szR0JMRMrZI4RIYB7lOW_w-l1Dq-7FWgQlyf9Ln2ZeXSd7tWTmN6WinVSxUecWJiQzNxKKTPBnv9Ji6yCQ65a7-PvqD0XYFF4Y71WyuOxcufuIL7QHhjNZtrwdWgUNPoAtDK6idqj-MIEWTNg/s2812/V2%20Driscol%20Feb%2020%201972.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2812" data-original-width="1316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyCDzgbb58cnZFBG0b8a5Y7pCOHYJTce-A7oZ-irfl2szR0JMRMrZI4RIYB7lOW_w-l1Dq-7FWgQlyf9Ln2ZeXSd7tWTmN6WinVSxUecWJiQzNxKKTPBnv9Ji6yCQ65a7-PvqD0XYFF4Y71WyuOxcufuIL7QHhjNZtrwdWgUNPoAtDK6idqj-MIEWTNg/w302-h640/V2%20Driscol%20Feb%2020%201972.jpg" width="302" /></a></div>As the article notes, "The history of the two present Driscol music stores can be traced back to a little piano store in downtown Elyria founded in 1941 by Paul Driscol, Sr., the brothers' father, who is now president of the Driscol Music Co.<div><br /><div>"After the war, a Lorain store was opened in the 1000 block of Broadway and was later moved to the present location. The Lorain store has been remodeled and expanded several times, and the Elyria store was moved to its new location in April of 1971."</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicnsBqOSlQnGRQRUJjVTH3_u7bv05vU4EbAo3BvdOWc9KTLUdX0YIr1zYJWLP-mFE-14aBbzRJiPZ_maBJzl9NhSABHavDcvJJguVT5rArP7oa_-vILMwtZ9wxk84SySQMlSAZKcaH1y2D6yawwirMNKCa8jC74iJu1mmSYI2qhvgNVEehyMReOVnJ_Q/s1794/DRISCOL%20May%2023%201958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1794" data-original-width="1299" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicnsBqOSlQnGRQRUJjVTH3_u7bv05vU4EbAo3BvdOWc9KTLUdX0YIr1zYJWLP-mFE-14aBbzRJiPZ_maBJzl9NhSABHavDcvJJguVT5rArP7oa_-vILMwtZ9wxk84SySQMlSAZKcaH1y2D6yawwirMNKCa8jC74iJu1mmSYI2qhvgNVEehyMReOVnJ_Q/w290-h400/DRISCOL%20May%2023%201958.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Grand Opening Ad for the New Lorain Store - May 23, 1958</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div>It was a sad day when <a href="https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/morningjournal/name/paul-driscol-obituary?id=7406867">Paul Driscol</a> passed away in late June 2014. The Lorain store closed its doors forever about five months later in mid-November 2014.<br /><div><div><br /><div>Today the former Driscol Music building is home to a Domino's Pizza outlet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvZsKFb13nsNsMeAsoXod_0mUJCriWmS0u7PxKHMsF0Ktpp7mPSgdu6Y5GipcI43shnSV0NEFHLAPGqKN2Q9ngaoFlLvBo8nCjIX0B0RjAgp-wNvp5T31JU3-QVSygHRm-DdcuaOitPWBIJhg3TzGOT66zHrgk9QU4zMn46IO9ppgVw_kFS7sRlUA_Gg/s2552/Driscols%20today.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2012" data-original-width="2552" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvZsKFb13nsNsMeAsoXod_0mUJCriWmS0u7PxKHMsF0Ktpp7mPSgdu6Y5GipcI43shnSV0NEFHLAPGqKN2Q9ngaoFlLvBo8nCjIX0B0RjAgp-wNvp5T31JU3-QVSygHRm-DdcuaOitPWBIJhg3TzGOT66zHrgk9QU4zMn46IO9ppgVw_kFS7sRlUA_Gg/w400-h315/Driscols%20today.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">****</div><p>For many years, the Driscol Music store was a regular stop for the trumpet-playing Brady brothers for our valve oil, mutes, music, etc. And it was only a short walk from Mr. Visci's trumpet studio on Broadway. For many years, Mr. Visci received a lot of instrument repair work from Driscol's.</p><p>When I switched to trombone (due to getting braces), I bought my slide oil there as well. Many times I would see Mrs. Ksenich, the wife of Richard Ksenich, one of my Masson School elementary teachers there as she managed one of the departments. She was always a friendly, familiar face there.</p></div></div></div></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-36095658421954332132024-02-19T00:10:00.000-05:002024-02-19T00:10:38.802-05:00Al Capp's Column Comes to the Journal – Feb. 1961<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHdujfCIvOG8o4ohDxDqIlDIvkekiTLNRQXDFbKfa6IgSsaW6i7mI5hxCqOejT8c-3jITrhr3K6CXAH8SJXaQ92-vFROnrn7qGyhHTz45rwrumntjVv308SPk70XGBOtGIh1MhPDJlKW0QFlNKSvDwfL4KGh8QdxvM6KkI2OvXMpW5wxWtcbGJc8Q-6M/s717/Feb%2017%201961%20page%208%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="377" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHdujfCIvOG8o4ohDxDqIlDIvkekiTLNRQXDFbKfa6IgSsaW6i7mI5hxCqOejT8c-3jITrhr3K6CXAH8SJXaQ92-vFROnrn7qGyhHTz45rwrumntjVv308SPk70XGBOtGIh1MhPDJlKW0QFlNKSvDwfL4KGh8QdxvM6KkI2OvXMpW5wxWtcbGJc8Q-6M/w168-h320/Feb%2017%201961%20page%208%20copy.jpg" width="168" /></a></div>One of the recurring themes on this blog is the death of newspapers in the modern era. It changed the American way of life for the worse, and society has suffered for it, becoming much less informed. <p></p><p>And I experience the melancholy and regret every time I post a page from the <i>Lorain Journal</i> of the past.</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0QIjt_iWl5NuPQO_l4fk9T6aLaYF-dp9QPJm9zvUQq-7CpO5rGQ-MUMTt3PsO-UMHqb_gum-VU5SGmd0QNEKhjXjpt_0hBsOUyQAiBRTucbk4rIwnNTjGPkrOXyIDas9mEWiDQUEfHofVbkBgS6T5DsMcsaQ6kYFJJQc8dk6DYj7SWKV7j5y_b_lDzg/s615/al%20capp%20sheller-thumb-615x444-114622.png" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="444" data-original-width="615" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0QIjt_iWl5NuPQO_l4fk9T6aLaYF-dp9QPJm9zvUQq-7CpO5rGQ-MUMTt3PsO-UMHqb_gum-VU5SGmd0QNEKhjXjpt_0hBsOUyQAiBRTucbk4rIwnNTjGPkrOXyIDas9mEWiDQUEfHofVbkBgS6T5DsMcsaQ6kYFJJQc8dk6DYj7SWKV7j5y_b_lDzg/s320/al%20capp%20sheller-thumb-615x444-114622.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Capp and his famous creations</i></td></tr></tbody></table>I've mentioned several times how reading the <i>Journal</i> each evening was a ritual in our house after dinner. Dad sat in the living room and seemingly read every page, top to bottom. Mom sat at the kitchen table after dinner and read whatever sections Dad was done with.<p></p><p>As for me, in the late 1960s I remember bringing in the Journal (after the paper boy delivered it in the late afternoon) and sneaking a peek at what was going on in <i>Li'l Abner</i> by Al Capp – especially when the story concerned "Fearless Fosdick."</p><p>Imagine my surprise when I discovered that for a time, Capp wrote a humor column for the <i>Journal</i>. It's pretty impressive, considering that besides producing <i>Li'l Abner</i> and running the huge organization merchandising the famous characters, Capp was also involved in a few other comic strips behind the scenes. But it makes sense, seeing that at that time, Capp was one of the country's greatest satirists.</p><p>Here is the announcement on Feb. 17, 1961 that the <i>Journal </i>would be carrying his new three-days-a-week column.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpZcBpf-Mqc1XyHCKraDRDFVPxgxawafIV8xOX_mb_EFi9Nuo3lZwhEwSW8Qgg3SzV5ks8RmZSPBh3sm4gw2XnLhe7rOBzguo2q1Q_d4QU7Vg8KpbYk802tm06rCeooj2JlEa5hOVMLhvFvv9nzAVuPFqm-mfI2wy-i229NqyIuCz0HemltsSBL8FRew/s1450/2-17-1961%20page%201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="1450" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpZcBpf-Mqc1XyHCKraDRDFVPxgxawafIV8xOX_mb_EFi9Nuo3lZwhEwSW8Qgg3SzV5ks8RmZSPBh3sm4gw2XnLhe7rOBzguo2q1Q_d4QU7Vg8KpbYk802tm06rCeooj2JlEa5hOVMLhvFvv9nzAVuPFqm-mfI2wy-i229NqyIuCz0HemltsSBL8FRew/w640-h189/2-17-1961%20page%201.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p>And in that same edition of the <i>Journal</i>, the paper wasted no time in drumming up some hype for the new column by inserting some tiny ads throughout its pages. It's kind of fun seeing these ads surrounded by well-remembered Lorain businesses.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsfMQ4acqRV8KAhxI9eZJ7x0lk3XqwZ1oYtWgrMR172hLqBy3JCTsNxDrkBapQBfhFCOsV06yZHnJP46JQr4qehGy8-aCUjzuaa09OKgDc3UqSMDqv5B0nDD2GIhm7zdC4Dm8IcniVpXzURgMLQfpLFIx_Io1QuURGnF9blOutrCKICSW9gZjwkhR7Jo/s1450/2-17-1961%20page%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="1450" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsfMQ4acqRV8KAhxI9eZJ7x0lk3XqwZ1oYtWgrMR172hLqBy3JCTsNxDrkBapQBfhFCOsV06yZHnJP46JQr4qehGy8-aCUjzuaa09OKgDc3UqSMDqv5B0nDD2GIhm7zdC4Dm8IcniVpXzURgMLQfpLFIx_Io1QuURGnF9blOutrCKICSW9gZjwkhR7Jo/w640-h236/2-17-1961%20page%206.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbr__S5UAzXcmghCDRSkgKnPq4wCHnprQSVEiBOnXfjNTqID1ptQ9D1aygdrIGWEMery2uRKBpkQk8yjLap694-mET6mocrjL83-3uTBSSQvIbhui9tCzGraAYqf2f1h7IBzy1MoVYOlwRHIHXoBQ8DB6OOZ59mGUn7B4r7TXb_L7UeStstM2_xrPf4jo/s2082/Feb%2017%201961%20page%208.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2082" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbr__S5UAzXcmghCDRSkgKnPq4wCHnprQSVEiBOnXfjNTqID1ptQ9D1aygdrIGWEMery2uRKBpkQk8yjLap694-mET6mocrjL83-3uTBSSQvIbhui9tCzGraAYqf2f1h7IBzy1MoVYOlwRHIHXoBQ8DB6OOZ59mGUn7B4r7TXb_L7UeStstM2_xrPf4jo/w446-h640/Feb%2017%201961%20page%208.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KZlkXs_F365fHruMxjg9T_2fCPdr8KvDIh6eDDVYjBVS3rLrAuCXP2hZz-N0AFzGecX47ZYPzOAXbcAVICU0bXt3EyT9q2TxbBCerFeyIcT_MPbuwMIvZyvOAEBrUdFjo95vGX6c_1gjXF1HxLufy62yIV5P3_GBn5ELPFPjijf87_MIf-zVSWKcBIc/s1801/Feb%2017%201961%20page%2024.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1801" data-original-width="1435" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KZlkXs_F365fHruMxjg9T_2fCPdr8KvDIh6eDDVYjBVS3rLrAuCXP2hZz-N0AFzGecX47ZYPzOAXbcAVICU0bXt3EyT9q2TxbBCerFeyIcT_MPbuwMIvZyvOAEBrUdFjo95vGX6c_1gjXF1HxLufy62yIV5P3_GBn5ELPFPjijf87_MIf-zVSWKcBIc/w510-h640/Feb%2017%201961%20page%2024.JPG" width="510" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Feb. 18, 1961 the <i>Journal</i> ran this large ad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerkFilp1f6bxUYu785wQC4uu4rm5jZvxcUlrZHjw5Sd6LbmwEHC7wlt_LxuzfM7GOYByKiWeCriZwgoqIPI_CGaKAEuY1J5znwMN8H9jVBZyy6EIOqA5-esfyKd9dvjJbAbJTCqK03BLGa0vGZw2qxB_C7dAxPy73mkmQE_cRCZfY2nowA-NS6NL92IQ/s2705/Feb%2018%201961%20p14.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2705" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerkFilp1f6bxUYu785wQC4uu4rm5jZvxcUlrZHjw5Sd6LbmwEHC7wlt_LxuzfM7GOYByKiWeCriZwgoqIPI_CGaKAEuY1J5znwMN8H9jVBZyy6EIOqA5-esfyKd9dvjJbAbJTCqK03BLGa0vGZw2qxB_C7dAxPy73mkmQE_cRCZfY2nowA-NS6NL92IQ/w346-h640/Feb%2018%201961%20p14.jpg" width="346" /></a></div>On Feb. 20th, 1961 this ad ran.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmTdvBTVCMnx3b1OOMD9n-ONfNoi1VGonGNo1Qd-VjZOL8TB4w-1LjZJd41dbQz3TMHTRVUJ6DIEo-d8Glcba1vP8obTXsu4EstOwpXsonDUqdZ4JHN1bVYMi_6OxX-sAwEEGfHXO5EDPc6uwRBTtANVocAaFLsRhX_q0P9o4w61XipuZzheNYgUlG6CY/s1672/Feb%2020%201961.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1672" data-original-width="570" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmTdvBTVCMnx3b1OOMD9n-ONfNoi1VGonGNo1Qd-VjZOL8TB4w-1LjZJd41dbQz3TMHTRVUJ6DIEo-d8Glcba1vP8obTXsu4EstOwpXsonDUqdZ4JHN1bVYMi_6OxX-sAwEEGfHXO5EDPc6uwRBTtANVocAaFLsRhX_q0P9o4w61XipuZzheNYgUlG6CY/w218-h640/Feb%2020%201961.JPG" width="218" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And here are a few samples of the column. The first one is from the first week the <i>Journal</i> carried it.</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCFu026ndIx90JGvusTDBwII0UcXStqRfhut_CKiCD8gENFIi66PJrHfJsbqAnnXuPAVcEpO0-d8Y5iXcG1p3xEGlpsxs8-3AB4nPFzUq8sWmaly-gHbSF4m05mnW2faVeposO079RHYsPYUxhs2snilhYWMewpehEwdJamugZ9HOppwdDhUwsPSMDNY/s1450/Feb%2022%201961.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="1450" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCFu026ndIx90JGvusTDBwII0UcXStqRfhut_CKiCD8gENFIi66PJrHfJsbqAnnXuPAVcEpO0-d8Y5iXcG1p3xEGlpsxs8-3AB4nPFzUq8sWmaly-gHbSF4m05mnW2faVeposO079RHYsPYUxhs2snilhYWMewpehEwdJamugZ9HOppwdDhUwsPSMDNY/w640-h282/Feb%2022%201961.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Feb. 22, 1961</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I like Capp's idea about judging a man by the type of necktie he wears. According to Capp, since I preferred to wear the same tie to work for years (a navy blue one), I was a coward and a sneak, who should be kept away "from the petty cash, the car-keys and your daughter."<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here's one from about a year later (March 10, 1962).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJNf5RBaFHQ1CPCYy7mdsPUIEKCuKn9fu13DxzhuW4LtvtxzoPnU3uodRjmmcM0J3RQXUGeFfVxct48sZD8R6lsi1dL8nrlzjEluIdgna8F_RovAQmIqILk_SWsYiJWPEt6ZJ5cesh4UQyhMzAFJ4vqY9J3oIbNmC7s9TJiYF8TrVuVcFa8uKUf2bTj8/s2742/Mar%2010%201962.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2742" data-original-width="1264" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJNf5RBaFHQ1CPCYy7mdsPUIEKCuKn9fu13DxzhuW4LtvtxzoPnU3uodRjmmcM0J3RQXUGeFfVxct48sZD8R6lsi1dL8nrlzjEluIdgna8F_RovAQmIqILk_SWsYiJWPEt6ZJ5cesh4UQyhMzAFJ4vqY9J3oIbNmC7s9TJiYF8TrVuVcFa8uKUf2bTj8/w296-h640/Mar%2010%201962.jpg" width="296" /></a></div>It doesn't appear that Al Capp's column was a long-term venture. It seemed to disappear from the <i>Journal</i>'s pages by the summer of 1962.</div><div>I was too young to remember any of this, but when I was older and working in Cleveland, I enjoyed the syndicated column by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Royko">Mike Royko</a> in the <i>Plain Dealer</i>. I liked Royko's easy to understand style of writing. Later, I enjoyed the columns of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Greene">Bob Greene</a>.</div><div>Today, I don't subscribe to any newspaper – preferring to occasionally pick one up at the newsstand (whichever looks most interesting). Unfortunately, humor columns seem to have been one of the casualties of these humorless times for newspapers.</div><div style="text-align: center;">****</div><div>Li'l Abner and Al Capp have been the subjects of <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/search/label/Li’l%20Abner">many of my blog posts</a>.<br /><br /></div></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-5024877294795046282024-02-16T00:04:00.000-05:002024-02-16T00:04:01.276-05:00Big Boy on Brookpark Revisited<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2z4ArvKXVjRzZXBQ4LMiSZUd0BbXmpLUUGTA_7b_aprFnauJDkd6uf96GNSLprIblCuQfUO4_CLdN3_HQo3hyIdOPbGyga35j9bNJS-an9ivMhIHUTF7DUViOKZFnlTwmyMf2USJ5tbWkQiSO1wiV6UhZSStvcafkvVh2b1Dyak38aSpZUyzdy7ISpU/s579/125956985_707587826838815_3279482381492415195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="380" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2z4ArvKXVjRzZXBQ4LMiSZUd0BbXmpLUUGTA_7b_aprFnauJDkd6uf96GNSLprIblCuQfUO4_CLdN3_HQo3hyIdOPbGyga35j9bNJS-an9ivMhIHUTF7DUViOKZFnlTwmyMf2USJ5tbWkQiSO1wiV6UhZSStvcafkvVh2b1Dyak38aSpZUyzdy7ISpU/w210-h320/125956985_707587826838815_3279482381492415195_n.jpg" width="210" /></a></div>Big Boy</b>, the iconic double-decker hamburger with the distinctive white sauce, has been the subject of many blog posts over the years, usually as part of a post about Manners (who was the official licensee in our part of Ohio for many years).<div>After a blog post last fall featuring a Thanksgiving-themed Big Boy coloring contest, my taste buds couldn't wait any longer; I had to take a mini-road trip after work and visit a restaurant! There are two within a reasonable driving distance: one in Port Clinton and <a href="https://www.bigboy.com/location/big-boy®-brookpark%2C-oh">one on Brookpark Road</a> in Cleveland. The Brookpark one was closer, so off I went.</div><div>The last time I had been there, it was well after dark when I arrived. So on this visit, it was nice to get a good look at the restaurant's exterior in the late afternoon sun. It's kind of retro. I like it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9py48IT0cfsJnDzHh1VMUoxCAyn7QfNob7fUZ6P0ivhcL7t4o1d_85m-KKNSdPYWF9Fbp19P3fPP6DxuqaBw3smsaabeN4DGn44KZxAc1fpeIj3mkC_iFSxig0XlJR0d0DoCkOH0QE8K0LM2Lh-xkUSPOBgdNV3Qb3-pzgLFPPzU9xkLCtH1NVZH9dM/s1365/IMG_0768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="883" data-original-width="1365" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9py48IT0cfsJnDzHh1VMUoxCAyn7QfNob7fUZ6P0ivhcL7t4o1d_85m-KKNSdPYWF9Fbp19P3fPP6DxuqaBw3smsaabeN4DGn44KZxAc1fpeIj3mkC_iFSxig0XlJR0d0DoCkOH0QE8K0LM2Lh-xkUSPOBgdNV3Qb3-pzgLFPPzU9xkLCtH1NVZH9dM/w400-h259/IMG_0768.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div>And of course, the statue of Big Boy himself was pretty much all the signage anybody needed to determine which building it was.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUQqX9iiRco9rHkz8n6DNdnjK8_61O4snLfpqGkTfnlW2L_MEzTDDioXyNvczKiyxz99tob6uZj_wwcWeCrhBVzpX7WbhwSFDap1X352PsDpujYwPQt1oR9ftviMZ3EgB4hG6zK8yv8A7iv5j3pODihCHLHWk2qJkaE8P3J88ceWg5xNi58vYM2VrlTE/s1440/IMG_0769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUQqX9iiRco9rHkz8n6DNdnjK8_61O4snLfpqGkTfnlW2L_MEzTDDioXyNvczKiyxz99tob6uZj_wwcWeCrhBVzpX7WbhwSFDap1X352PsDpujYwPQt1oR9ftviMZ3EgB4hG6zK8yv8A7iv5j3pODihCHLHWk2qJkaE8P3J88ceWg5xNi58vYM2VrlTE/w300-h400/IMG_0769.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>I suppose having him on the roof is also a good deterrent to any wacky prankster who might be entertaining thoughts of taking Mr. Big on a road trip against his will.<div><br /><div>Inside there was another statue. The restaurant was nicely decorated and clean.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNprjggpuCCnDCBa-ypfCu0SQjvY3mM3bmTcoGV6-khp0UawyACp1GUY6KzBQoTVpwbPWQfcYuxYZeCESqmFc92AjkQ9DFqjDqBGypYjmuUSkmfTd4vMUQbRtIyETvSFox5oEuMuQ3_CBN5fRKHA1qhMrH9i8CukK7eCtKF0a4b9atzecfAxasj2kVwMA/s1440/IMG_0770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNprjggpuCCnDCBa-ypfCu0SQjvY3mM3bmTcoGV6-khp0UawyACp1GUY6KzBQoTVpwbPWQfcYuxYZeCESqmFc92AjkQ9DFqjDqBGypYjmuUSkmfTd4vMUQbRtIyETvSFox5oEuMuQ3_CBN5fRKHA1qhMrH9i8CukK7eCtKF0a4b9atzecfAxasj2kVwMA/w300-h400/IMG_0770.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>I didn't have to wait long for my take-out, as it was not quite dinner time yet and it wasn't super busy. But I enjoyed hanging out there and watching the interaction between the friendly waitresses and their regulars. <div><br /><div>With my Big Boy and fries in tow, I headed back out to my car. I couldn't resist one last photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizr3EYhyYqJpWt_WxfFDuVT6DwcTLUdQSMir673QXsOYxtRqM6JnFT8298iHOxXY5kGUYYroW3_cNTZyXhUR0mFxWh4v2uQG_jLVdo_El9mPaIjcpZCu_XpZu49BPWbSEDLrrj19ITER-LAdRJr62mGVkvAdIZ2iPE3AeW_qFrLWzj1ZU4uPBVKqmE0B0/s1440/IMG_0774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizr3EYhyYqJpWt_WxfFDuVT6DwcTLUdQSMir673QXsOYxtRqM6JnFT8298iHOxXY5kGUYYroW3_cNTZyXhUR0mFxWh4v2uQG_jLVdo_El9mPaIjcpZCu_XpZu49BPWbSEDLrrj19ITER-LAdRJr62mGVkvAdIZ2iPE3AeW_qFrLWzj1ZU4uPBVKqmE0B0/w300-h400/IMG_0774.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>I'm sorry, but I was unable to get a photo of my Big Boy. (I'm sure there's an ordinance prohibiting driving while eating dinner and photographing said dinner with your phone.) But it was delicious!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfepWw9GxcvtvrZk8OUjuwF3j3bh72JA6thbq7w1R3BGVqz5sGlwuM0Elw4ZalroJzFAVw8Rb-qXyGiC1pLoJAeyEWsFcM1IsKOAK6Sq0JCOz0RdnMz9LUJ6tH__xkzsDwErBUrSo7TXab4Zm7TxvpuvQeZcwrpokj81onyGKgKEDHP_7sztJ_TevwGjQ/s302/122010432_3492506007483610_1720604826037588434_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="279" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfepWw9GxcvtvrZk8OUjuwF3j3bh72JA6thbq7w1R3BGVqz5sGlwuM0Elw4ZalroJzFAVw8Rb-qXyGiC1pLoJAeyEWsFcM1IsKOAK6Sq0JCOz0RdnMz9LUJ6tH__xkzsDwErBUrSo7TXab4Zm7TxvpuvQeZcwrpokj81onyGKgKEDHP_7sztJ_TevwGjQ/s1600/122010432_3492506007483610_1720604826037588434_n.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-66045273781690741162024-02-15T04:59:00.000-05:002024-02-15T04:59:39.755-05:00Old Log Cabin Fever<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-lszJKxVb8Q73kp3xJab3O1M9Vg8DqLv2jIszKRKQj2IW1wLEvPPuv67JWG_OkUNV8dHCPzYQQpb4fvqpNKnd2D_iH5S4Qqy2lcb0YInRaqbMKZLk6uPQJWFUfjth64q9j8E7qg1yXyhWCjOvmTp_fycFjWRb1iBQOYK4K62_huOgptkOD5nYYISv04/s1135/oct-24-log-cabin-49-final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1043" data-original-width="1135" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-lszJKxVb8Q73kp3xJab3O1M9Vg8DqLv2jIszKRKQj2IW1wLEvPPuv67JWG_OkUNV8dHCPzYQQpb4fvqpNKnd2D_iH5S4Qqy2lcb0YInRaqbMKZLk6uPQJWFUfjth64q9j8E7qg1yXyhWCjOvmTp_fycFjWRb1iBQOYK4K62_huOgptkOD5nYYISv04/w400-h368/oct-24-log-cabin-49-final.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Vintage ad from 1949</i></td></tr></tbody></table>Well, we've had a steady string of chilly days lately, the kind of weather that makes you cringe at the idea of taking out the trash (and believe me, mine is piling up). If you've got a cold, or worse (like me), you've probably been staying indoors a lot.</p><p>You might even be getting a little antsy being somewhat confined to the insides of your domicile. In the old days, we called this 'cabin fever.' </p><p>The cure for cabin fever? Embrace it! After getting comfortable in your best fez and smoking jacket, grab your pipe, a snifter of brandy and the latest Morocco-bound literary volume by <a href="https://www.dhiltonbooks.net">Don Hilton</a> and curl up in front of a crackling fire. (Make sure you have a fireplace first.) If you're Mrs. Don Hilton, you might even curl up with Don Hilton himself.</p><p>But what if you've got "<i>Old Log</i> Cabin Fever?" </p><p>Well, for that, the best thing is to pour yourself some genuine <a href="https://oldlogcabin.com">Old Log Cabin Whiskey</a>. The current owners of the brand had been tinkering with the label design last year. I'm happy to say it's received the most wonderful makeover, that honors its heritage and is a thing of beauty. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKdB7iPrhgKLj9Xav1Mmt4x0ELU3mi6S_t3VMXYG8L_408XC5vhO2Q2IfRSWqs69wZtoRdiCHBPs5CWlZ4sccOVi9fBNIXnH86-ogiSjkT_r8r8zhcz1_JFz4rqOaiO25BmjdJthNsKxMGGTwe_3XWN7mXf6pQzVkB0Ks2VkGzFVQGNlNoxieseQMcQo/s1667/425427784_18417614959060438_6063989917014933452_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1667" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKdB7iPrhgKLj9Xav1Mmt4x0ELU3mi6S_t3VMXYG8L_408XC5vhO2Q2IfRSWqs69wZtoRdiCHBPs5CWlZ4sccOVi9fBNIXnH86-ogiSjkT_r8r8zhcz1_JFz4rqOaiO25BmjdJthNsKxMGGTwe_3XWN7mXf6pQzVkB0Ks2VkGzFVQGNlNoxieseQMcQo/w345-h400/425427784_18417614959060438_6063989917014933452_n.jpg" width="345" /></a></div><p>Here's a modern era, pre-design bottle for comparison. Not bad, but the redesign is better.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsOoZyrvRuSOe_Bu881L0lH5jW0Pa_l6KZY5qjPb4Mwai37TKwMp8xyuzGsXOyd_5YeMPzMD9N9RbCy3iIoiuFczsdskSfRBV-_9dT0DCkhxGzlJdjuWaVSYRsEkkWxxJ60FKUOneBip_x6EkhIVIGp8CzCwa-_-B7B3t0t60L-s0cJFBLaejF4aWdOI/s960/39111149_1821670314546727_5195098295558471680_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsOoZyrvRuSOe_Bu881L0lH5jW0Pa_l6KZY5qjPb4Mwai37TKwMp8xyuzGsXOyd_5YeMPzMD9N9RbCy3iIoiuFczsdskSfRBV-_9dT0DCkhxGzlJdjuWaVSYRsEkkWxxJ60FKUOneBip_x6EkhIVIGp8CzCwa-_-B7B3t0t60L-s0cJFBLaejF4aWdOI/w320-h400/39111149_1821670314546727_5195098295558471680_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Your humble blogger, of course, takes full credit as I'm arguably the brand's biggest cheerleader. Google "Old Log Cabin Whiskey" and all of the vintage 1940s & 50s ads from my blog pop up. Some weaselly entrepreneurs have even made 'new' vintage metal signs for sale using the ad artwork that I meticulously cleaned up in PhotoShop!</p><p>But even if you don't have any Old Log Cabin Whiskey on hand, you can still get into the spirit of things. For those of you that are interested in increasing your vocabulary, this is for you: what I think is a complete set of ads from that 1953 campaign. I've posted a few before but I think this is all of them.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLil42q4h8xw-gg7bYoXZtKel_TJIbpdAJQfsho5bH7eP5yvuKDa_jxstbScroTsKy8M_23yKiMb9hnrzKMQK39MCu0OZJFvGI9UyCZkgIO_0o-_fJVcMAJLhIpUDFe2NwovUE-9fN-myKQvbneKgKQKwNpZ46_iYRTzGG5JpdzC34Jxc6EmBwxGzsSI/s726/9-18-53%20log%20ret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="649" data-original-width="726" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLil42q4h8xw-gg7bYoXZtKel_TJIbpdAJQfsho5bH7eP5yvuKDa_jxstbScroTsKy8M_23yKiMb9hnrzKMQK39MCu0OZJFvGI9UyCZkgIO_0o-_fJVcMAJLhIpUDFe2NwovUE-9fN-myKQvbneKgKQKwNpZ46_iYRTzGG5JpdzC34Jxc6EmBwxGzsSI/w400-h358/9-18-53%20log%20ret.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">9-18-1953</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7C293ZDLOl70g2uZkV4cxU34eVczorrk6oGB9OI83rBll47M0BjjfILtkjcDO4coFD_re2ts6AuZjL5qVcbEP-ggbR44NYSSoLfKqOh8Yn2UfrjAzs2mM0Q3_EkrpkMFD7TO24CYqEXBDHCY3lwxv2thvJPHvm6Q8J-GUFiKERXScltIwyjNZHvgBjOQ/s726/10-2-53%20log%20cabin%20rev.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="726" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7C293ZDLOl70g2uZkV4cxU34eVczorrk6oGB9OI83rBll47M0BjjfILtkjcDO4coFD_re2ts6AuZjL5qVcbEP-ggbR44NYSSoLfKqOh8Yn2UfrjAzs2mM0Q3_EkrpkMFD7TO24CYqEXBDHCY3lwxv2thvJPHvm6Q8J-GUFiKERXScltIwyjNZHvgBjOQ/w400-h354/10-2-53%20log%20cabin%20rev.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10-2-1953</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1x8Nr0ilFijGHxKSJD6sW465qF-RPHkwv-DAE-GOVkU8en3BlfdvGgOTNTT2Po6OxATpKEp33ZxYQKug3ly4On_qm6fM7djcLObCbutyxyL1RW2A0Rdm_Dz2yfFzIeVvHf58x9hYKAAD-ixL85TtGHrqfShoLKiNy6idFGPX5JltZulwDR9LaODW25s/s1679/10-23-1953%20Log%20Cabin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1679" data-original-width="1450" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1x8Nr0ilFijGHxKSJD6sW465qF-RPHkwv-DAE-GOVkU8en3BlfdvGgOTNTT2Po6OxATpKEp33ZxYQKug3ly4On_qm6fM7djcLObCbutyxyL1RW2A0Rdm_Dz2yfFzIeVvHf58x9hYKAAD-ixL85TtGHrqfShoLKiNy6idFGPX5JltZulwDR9LaODW25s/w345-h400/10-23-1953%20Log%20Cabin.jpg" width="345" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10-23-1953</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2W5uSM2Hpd1P09_1tYUqzu7iaL7rxjztKujPnsfdArXAW5XNKJcrVKfmjjipRO0Crtch6cXvfPQl_EKq-CpwTPkj1yrlpblKZvGp86d94DIbp0W9wbVPaft9npksaAO_nG-AjzmUdB71HiBPud4z3xV1lx1nzELo8se9P-WpUCJX5AkLkHAHZOZJXr8/s1415/10-30-1953%20Log%20Cabin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1415" data-original-width="1231" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2W5uSM2Hpd1P09_1tYUqzu7iaL7rxjztKujPnsfdArXAW5XNKJcrVKfmjjipRO0Crtch6cXvfPQl_EKq-CpwTPkj1yrlpblKZvGp86d94DIbp0W9wbVPaft9npksaAO_nG-AjzmUdB71HiBPud4z3xV1lx1nzELo8se9P-WpUCJX5AkLkHAHZOZJXr8/w348-h400/10-30-1953%20Log%20Cabin.jpg" width="348" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10-30-1953</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISUY5fvQ1aBkZYAAxuSzV_m1DF4CfjWG7XgKNB0YNngXQr1_vFJPbU8w2GqsVIEWmxbhChUhHkNKCbDWYv3xfmzMgbovaEX1WGwJg99PG7jPxpDAfjnnnWb9OufiZ0KwrRPfdtVPCKR9PVRtqkh7-4m1fF6AIGGjXj2yNOy7bROLp0pGoVHPspxKajuw/s1357/Nov%2020%201953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1357" data-original-width="1216" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISUY5fvQ1aBkZYAAxuSzV_m1DF4CfjWG7XgKNB0YNngXQr1_vFJPbU8w2GqsVIEWmxbhChUhHkNKCbDWYv3xfmzMgbovaEX1WGwJg99PG7jPxpDAfjnnnWb9OufiZ0KwrRPfdtVPCKR9PVRtqkh7-4m1fF6AIGGjXj2yNOy7bROLp0pGoVHPspxKajuw/w359-h400/Nov%2020%201953.jpg" width="359" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11-20-1953</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKgYPLuW1j-ef3eKZYRDT1esoAcIHshitLawjql6IpsNRTynin8MaVwRTqJu4_cD8HuR9gXaqCQMbcER5aKy6EJ7sa3FH_TfV-F3-WHQpaMnl5DYKZFgL5_GPGkEc3KH3YQt-JoubzaHyvWJv7Or1rP5WvhvcYpHjWv0tcTS920ODLZnNH2mTMn89RzU/s1424/12-18-53%20OLD%20LOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1424" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKgYPLuW1j-ef3eKZYRDT1esoAcIHshitLawjql6IpsNRTynin8MaVwRTqJu4_cD8HuR9gXaqCQMbcER5aKy6EJ7sa3FH_TfV-F3-WHQpaMnl5DYKZFgL5_GPGkEc3KH3YQt-JoubzaHyvWJv7Or1rP5WvhvcYpHjWv0tcTS920ODLZnNH2mTMn89RzU/w400-h360/12-18-53%20OLD%20LOG.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">12-18-1953</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And to think my interest in this brand is all because of its regular appearances in ads in the <i>Lorain Journal</i> in the 1940s, 50s and 60s. A lot of people around here must have liked it enough to justify the expense of the various long-running campaigns.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, I have a good buddy in Seattle that I've been threatening to visit one of these years. When I do, I'll have to see if I can make a boozy side trip to where they make this stuff and have a scallywampus time.</div><br />Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-67492717279859777062024-02-14T04:54:00.000-05:002024-02-14T04:54:55.102-05:00Perry Como Tonight at 7:45 – Feb. 5, 1954<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup15WgV4uKY2DOd0BodcV8CQxSKlWO5TpH7cPQJHcb12gvVQ1ji3iwdyHnj1NH0RGcQJmSx-Zptj7_FedD5JE-H0SQj30b96IYIfmn0nuZqsNKvVbgn_P2tDudbUypzHUIuJNod-SquZA4m51ET6nS1xaHB9f9_AzFC7DaEOETuHSsepMBUK2zYD7KcE/s2003/Feb%205_1954%20page3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2003" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup15WgV4uKY2DOd0BodcV8CQxSKlWO5TpH7cPQJHcb12gvVQ1ji3iwdyHnj1NH0RGcQJmSx-Zptj7_FedD5JE-H0SQj30b96IYIfmn0nuZqsNKvVbgn_P2tDudbUypzHUIuJNod-SquZA4m51ET6nS1xaHB9f9_AzFC7DaEOETuHSsepMBUK2zYD7KcE/w464-h640/Feb%205_1954%20page3.jpg" width="464" /></a></div>Do you remember in the early days of television when some shows were only fifteen minutes long and were advertised as such? If you're a Baby Boomer, you probably remember. These programs (such as an evening news broadcast, for example) were right there in the TV listings. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I guess that's why the small ad for Channel 5 above, on a page from the Feb. 5, 1954 <i>Lorain Journal </i>caught my eye. "Tonight at 7:45," it notes, "don't miss <b>Perry Como</b> on WEWS, Channel 5. Throughout the week, you can enjoy the nation's favorite shows over CBS television. For all the best entertainment in television, see the Cleveland listings in your paper every day." A small note at the bottom of the ad points out that the station is 'now brighter, clearer' thanks to a 'new tower, greater power.'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's a better look at the photo of the talented Mr. Como.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7lJmH2us8k9XK6NRs6pt_TemcDQ68BLYysh44Pnn3xtgC8lpgqx09znY5Xtg8FlEGkbZc6p6LZX-jpgW3dJeyOfLSQUax8XHG-QWMtLkXqU9OV7-Vn2am8InijJMDsDQYLf_pYE_Ot6MrZYSmAOlfTYphuQLXKiGEvNhp50pJWCxqGbOl-2nVxD4p8o/s1440/PerryComo%20copy.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7lJmH2us8k9XK6NRs6pt_TemcDQ68BLYysh44Pnn3xtgC8lpgqx09znY5Xtg8FlEGkbZc6p6LZX-jpgW3dJeyOfLSQUax8XHG-QWMtLkXqU9OV7-Vn2am8InijJMDsDQYLf_pYE_Ot6MrZYSmAOlfTYphuQLXKiGEvNhp50pJWCxqGbOl-2nVxD4p8o/s320/PerryComo%20copy.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What's interesting is that <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WEWS-TV">WEWS-TV Channel 5</a> (the first TV station in Ohio) was at the time a CBS affiliate. For many of us TV viewers, it's hard to imagine Channel 5 as a CBS station, much like it was to accept WJW-TV Channel 8 (a longtime CBS station) becoming a Fox station in the 1990s.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of Perry Como, did you know about his Lorain connection? Back on <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2016/08/perry-comos-lorain-connection.html">this post</a>, I wrote about how the city was the scene of his first appearance before a large audience – which is pretty neat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, the WEWS ad suggests that the reader sneak a peek at the Cleveland TV listings. Here they are from that day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1l12TB8R3v-iS16Fuu-wEWCcjyt0WKVdbr24jVVIBOMcGXXRYhiUGwgM85ZGkNddl1YhEnn9kdruiW-eTrC_iS5KVrSGuGJcxzpwB1YSq4Ege_IwG4BdZrW5JCV25rEiizKrOr5Pt7_h4vsQ6hSJxA26bFuRvm_ZJo_iUcK_n3PIfz1LwQl1KQiOJzg/s1725/TV%20Febr%205_1954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1725" data-original-width="1182" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1l12TB8R3v-iS16Fuu-wEWCcjyt0WKVdbr24jVVIBOMcGXXRYhiUGwgM85ZGkNddl1YhEnn9kdruiW-eTrC_iS5KVrSGuGJcxzpwB1YSq4Ege_IwG4BdZrW5JCV25rEiizKrOr5Pt7_h4vsQ6hSJxA26bFuRvm_ZJo_iUcK_n3PIfz1LwQl1KQiOJzg/w275-h400/TV%20Febr%205_1954.jpg" width="275" /></a></div>There are plenty of national and local names. For the kiddies, there was <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinky_Lee">Pinky Lee</a>; Howdy Doody; <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Herbert">Mr. Wizard</a>. Locally, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Fuldheim">Dorothy Fuldheim</a> was doing the news at WEWS. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGuB6pBrs8OYJ4fFcdU2wYOQ1hjiqWtSzlyPO-NwIkOad5pZAUmdLNIEnfmFopvYPtin-jfOtBNcQy4HA8OiyuA0KU0OI4SLztsybSaiViE9Dr3OygCz5yORSCxZAmjrvFd5P3JsnRKH0VA_FS3YvH7VpiXkq-5-V-ZL9jOrQ1ALgCFAf3iY5Dgumsic/s600/Dorothy_Fuldheim_1977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="476" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGuB6pBrs8OYJ4fFcdU2wYOQ1hjiqWtSzlyPO-NwIkOad5pZAUmdLNIEnfmFopvYPtin-jfOtBNcQy4HA8OiyuA0KU0OI4SLztsybSaiViE9Dr3OygCz5yORSCxZAmjrvFd5P3JsnRKH0VA_FS3YvH7VpiXkq-5-V-ZL9jOrQ1ALgCFAf3iY5Dgumsic/s320/Dorothy_Fuldheim_1977.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div><div>For entertainment, there was <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Life_of_Riley">Life of Riley</a>, </i>starring William Bendix.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qhDZ0FdRARe2SwFwH5Zem-ZnRa3HlkIYYdgAIGBAsjzBFQSAiUOuZnU03gtHeSZ5V4wCX_7yht7NEgJS3ujpoUQudkHXpwB31uywel7bvPGqFQWtRZgwXluQ9sZ9uFMSO0BGdR07u3NNXTBh_WJFQi1EzyGCgZGMBQWElbKY1QSHtH9hOQwi9hGeAVM/s901/William_Bendix_Marjorie_Reynolds_The_Life_of_Riley_1956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="669" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qhDZ0FdRARe2SwFwH5Zem-ZnRa3HlkIYYdgAIGBAsjzBFQSAiUOuZnU03gtHeSZ5V4wCX_7yht7NEgJS3ujpoUQudkHXpwB31uywel7bvPGqFQWtRZgwXluQ9sZ9uFMSO0BGdR07u3NNXTBh_WJFQi1EzyGCgZGMBQWElbKY1QSHtH9hOQwi9hGeAVM/w299-h400/William_Bendix_Marjorie_Reynolds_The_Life_of_Riley_1956.JPG" width="299" /></a></div></div><div>There was also<i> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Topper_(TV_series)">Topper</a></i>, the comedy about the fun-loving (but deceased) young couple could only be seen by Cosmo Topper. The show was still in re-runs in the 1960s, because I remember we used to watch it. </div><div>Here's a photo of the cast. But the way, the St. Bernard was a ghost too.</div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YPBO1YmdWBcbnFJiyJhzjj7ZSxzr0sKHxV3_CztbF5jKlYkZfP6Jth-gSJSxpHeMH65MZpjG-2F_3FvEj-D9ALoZFEC_5a_ci0XccQZQVZyztrarl4HToKlKgcXIPkjOGKpc130fYR2eFz-WjlIdz4N-_I4HMgcaNjYuWmutQgMTJQFTL9X9jHeYxCQ/s1453/Topper_cast_1953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1453" data-original-width="1143" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YPBO1YmdWBcbnFJiyJhzjj7ZSxzr0sKHxV3_CztbF5jKlYkZfP6Jth-gSJSxpHeMH65MZpjG-2F_3FvEj-D9ALoZFEC_5a_ci0XccQZQVZyztrarl4HToKlKgcXIPkjOGKpc130fYR2eFz-WjlIdz4N-_I4HMgcaNjYuWmutQgMTJQFTL9X9jHeYxCQ/w315-h400/Topper_cast_1953.JPG" width="315" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>It's always difficult to try and explain to someone in their 20s how we were just as happy when we were kids to have only 3 or 4 television stations as they are now, with hundreds of viewing choices. TV was a communal experience back then, and you could actually talk about a show the next day knowing that that the other person probably watched it too.<div><br /><div>Now, with streaming, we're all TV moguls, doing our own programming. (Except for me, of course, still watching whatever GRIT-TV and the new Western channel OUTLAW are showing, even if it's the 10,000th showing of <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McLintock!">McClintock!</a></i>.<br /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8321103554333725644.post-15944413400458047982024-02-13T04:50:00.002-05:002024-02-13T23:34:43.850-05:00Notes on My Time in a Lorain Salsa Band in the 1970s<div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfym4a1nhXh_peOQeexrGyfhu1KQE9PV4E1lIhyRouWv9yo1cBlAt-Mc-MUP1LJTSPhk4XS1P3jVUou9oUeOR6KLbVL1cs11W_OxrNAcxRwR3gvv-9mySpVT-VMikL3RBN5E3ClxeCwdoK3OfWQqiPPd1RKiT96kZncLVUg9kmYH5yR79zHEwHs0sGCRY/s1314/May%2022%201976.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="1314" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfym4a1nhXh_peOQeexrGyfhu1KQE9PV4E1lIhyRouWv9yo1cBlAt-Mc-MUP1LJTSPhk4XS1P3jVUou9oUeOR6KLbVL1cs11W_OxrNAcxRwR3gvv-9mySpVT-VMikL3RBN5E3ClxeCwdoK3OfWQqiPPd1RKiT96kZncLVUg9kmYH5yR79zHEwHs0sGCRY/w400-h276/May%2022%201976.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>From Journal's weekly Latin News column – </i><i>May 22, 1976 </i></td></tr></tbody></table>Did you know that for a time in the 1970s, Lorain was a hotbed of local salsa bands and other Latino musical groups?</span></div></span></div></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">I had a ringside seat for some of it, because during my junior and senior years at Admiral King High School, I was a trombonist in a Lorain-based salsa band.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It started when our old trumpet teacher <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2010/02/remembering-alex-visci-1910-2010.html">Alex Visci</a> called our house. One of his former students, Tony Delgado, had started a salsa band, <b>Orquesta Charambo</b>, and was looking to add another </span>trombonist<span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Would I be interested in sitting in at a band practice, asked Mr. Visci?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Since I was already in <a href="https://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2015/01/they-loved-us-at-chicken-manor.html">a polka band</a>, I wasn't particularly interested in joining a Puerto Rican band. But Mom convinced me to at least go to one practice as a favor to Mr. Visci. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I was a little anxious when I entered the rehearsal, which was in the basement of a house on Lorain's east side. Almost everyone there was Puerto Rican, and I didn’t understand a single word that was being said. But I was </span>quickly<span style="font-family: inherit;"> put at ease by Tony. </span>Dominic, <span style="font-family: inherit;">the </span>other<span style="font-family: inherit;"> trombonist (and the only other </span>white<span style="font-family: inherit;"> guy in the band) also went out of his way to make me feel comfortable with a steady stream of funny remarks. In fact, </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">all of </span>the <span style="font-family: inherit;">band </span>members – including Anibal (piano) and brothers Elmer (on bass) and Ivan Arocho (on trumpet) – <span style="font-family: inherit;">made me feel welcome</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">At my first practice, we ran through a few tunes in a way that became the standard procedure. Tony would pass out the music that he arranged. Then he would play a record of the tune, over and over again. By listening to it several times, everyone was able to learn their parts, including those band members who couldn't read music.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here's one of the first salsa tunes I played at that practice: <i>El Que Se Fe</i>, performed by Roberto Roena y su Apollo Sound.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1FwNYxatwSI" width="320" youtube-src-id="1FwNYxatwSI"></iframe></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I quickly learned that salsa tunes had a definite structure. There was an intro, a main melody line and a series of repeated choruses separated by the singer’s improvised verses. There might also be a bridge and key change to another melody line, which was broken up by horn solos and more improvised verses by the singer. Whether to keep repeating a section or move on was communicated by hand gestures by the singer or the leader, such as an arm extended in the air. So you had to pay attention.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If I had any thoughts of just going to that first practice and then never going again, the idea was quickly abandoned. At that first practice, I discovered that I loved the catchy melodies, the bold horn parts and the sound of the percussion instruments: the timbales, conga drums, cowbell, etc</span>. Thus I was very pleased when I was invited to join the band<span style="font-family: inherit;">. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When Tony found out that I was an art student at Admiral King, he had me do a drawing of the band for one side of our business card.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfdcuUBWzmIaimBv9MK48ZOkfOEJ4FuKJdHmYLrkmq_4BnU6AiYBP4MNNT6zDbO4Wed0gafhJRmn2vms67Yea8nzLbToV6Dm7h5rP57QG9MpHZ-pajdNUNEFlFC2nZq86hT6L4vc8E7N0aPrVW_BejD0QdtkECVp662yij8AeKE_rq8fYjFtsoONqavQ/s1440/img20240211_15373781.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1006" data-original-width="1440" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfdcuUBWzmIaimBv9MK48ZOkfOEJ4FuKJdHmYLrkmq_4BnU6AiYBP4MNNT6zDbO4Wed0gafhJRmn2vms67Yea8nzLbToV6Dm7h5rP57QG9MpHZ-pajdNUNEFlFC2nZq86hT6L4vc8E7N0aPrVW_BejD0QdtkECVp662yij8AeKE_rq8fYjFtsoONqavQ/w400-h280/img20240211_15373781.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Many of our gigs were at Gargus Hall on Route 254, where huge holiday dances and fund raisers were held. Many other local bands often shared the bill with us on these jobs, including Latin Explosion and Trio Puerto Rico. We would also back up nationally known performers (such as Bobby Rodriguez) or share the bill with them and take turns performing. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqlBvXM9m3oV5137xUpO55wOQGriV5wf0MKFeZv3KqEnsFp4igQAeAKyGel9RGkk9nl35Azh-ZMuzSqdZQzP-TSHtVCzAxe28mZjZxZUY_e2wWZcnxS7iUkyp5iRAgRbMeXX6FAt4jcUqUi3Xy4jcQ-rb4V32ufC3cumQM2G-QC5thdbH5SI4b-GNMt8/s1458/November%2020%201976.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="972" data-original-width="1458" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqlBvXM9m3oV5137xUpO55wOQGriV5wf0MKFeZv3KqEnsFp4igQAeAKyGel9RGkk9nl35Azh-ZMuzSqdZQzP-TSHtVCzAxe28mZjZxZUY_e2wWZcnxS7iUkyp5iRAgRbMeXX6FAt4jcUqUi3Xy4jcQ-rb4V32ufC3cumQM2G-QC5thdbH5SI4b-GNMt8/w400-h266/November%2020%201976.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>From Journal's weekly Latin News column – Nov. 20, 1976</i></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here are a few more samples of the </span>music<span style="font-family: inherit;"> we played. These YouTube videos feature the original artists, but since Tony made his arrangements from these recordings</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> (minus any saxophone parts) to me it sounds like Charambo performing</span>. Hopefully you can get a taste of why I loved this music so much. You could hear it on WLRO on the weekends during special Latin programming segments.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Bzk_BvUhSnc" width="320" youtube-src-id="Bzk_BvUhSnc"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6qKIITYFZkc" width="320" youtube-src-id="6qKIITYFZkc"></iframe></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/liuw_sJ4Crg" width="320" youtube-src-id="liuw_sJ4Crg"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/X60bXknWxPg" width="320" youtube-src-id="X60bXknWxPg"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qTNji4vQF5U" width="320" youtube-src-id="qTNji4vQF5U"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/seD0jliq48o" width="320" youtube-src-id="seD0jliq48o"></iframe></div><div><div>We also played some novelty songs, like this one from Bobby Rodriguez, who as I mentioned, we backed up at one dance. <i>Sunday Kind of Love</i> is an old standard from the 1940s, and one of the few tunes we played with English lyrics. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cAjeC5Fm7WI" width="320" youtube-src-id="cAjeC5Fm7WI"></iframe></div>For some variety, we also played hits like Santana's "Oye Como Va" and "Low Rider" by War.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qMkwuz0iXQg" width="320" youtube-src-id="qMkwuz0iXQg"></iframe></div><div><div>I also remember going into the Rebman recording studio (which was in a house next to the bowling alley on Oberlin Avenue) and recording a demo tape for the band. It was all very exciting.</div><div>Although my time as a member of Orquesta Charambo was brief, it made my senior year of high school very memorable. Wherever there were cities with large concentrations of Puerto Ricans, there were bookings, and we would travel there to perform, sometimes renting an RV for the trip. Besides many gigs in Lorain and Cleveland, we went on road trips to Detroit, Youngstown, and Rochester, New York. It was fun and exciting and often we were treated like minor celebrities.</div><div>We were paid well too. I remember making a hundred bucks on some of these out-of-state gigs.</div><div>Looking back, I'm surprised that my parents allowed me to go on these overnight gigs, seeing that I was only 17 or 18. But they had complete confidence in Tony, who kept an eye out for those of us that were still in high school and made sure we were always safe and out of trouble.</div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNG-QnuBbWqGOOpKuvjCCtScv02QYIa1R3aegSXSbirwppQYrhMBcLoXtODDoWw8-4t7hj4peJO_3MV8a0dR1Wxzu4fehIuU5iQPTC10AiyrScdlNvoV0byfG_FLKIvoGoQLScHEwRdTX5OBCtihgErpJpYcxYjYN6MYSv65snVxtQU1rPnf0sV1N-W8/s1450/May%2028%201977.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1450" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNG-QnuBbWqGOOpKuvjCCtScv02QYIa1R3aegSXSbirwppQYrhMBcLoXtODDoWw8-4t7hj4peJO_3MV8a0dR1Wxzu4fehIuU5iQPTC10AiyrScdlNvoV0byfG_FLKIvoGoQLScHEwRdTX5OBCtihgErpJpYcxYjYN6MYSv65snVxtQU1rPnf0sV1N-W8/s320/May%2028%201977.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From Journal – May 28, 1977</td></tr></tbody></table>Besides the music, I became very fond of Puerto Rican culture, especially the food (pastelitos, alcapurrias, etc.) served at the dances. I also came to appreciate just how beautiful Latino women are. The language barrier was a problem, though; at one dance, I tried to talk to one particularly cute young lady – only to learn that the reason she could only giggle and smile was because she didn't speak a word of English! (Maybe I should have taken Spanish instead of French all those years.)</div><div>But in the fall of 1977, I was heading off to college and my secret life as a member of a salsa band was drawing to a close. The band gave me a generous gift towards my college expenses, and I was sad to have to quit. I did get one last opportunity to perform with them during my freshman year when they played at Ohio State for a Hispanic function at the Ohio Union. </div><div>I would rejoin Lorain's Latin music scene after college with another band. But that's another story.</div><div style="text-align: center;">****</div><div>Charambo carried on well into the early 1980s, becoming more and more popular and performing alongside even bigger name acts out of New York. By the time the band was winding down, it was generally advertised and accepted as the best salsa band in Ohio.</div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kSe-kL6PaIWo4QkedDEnHqcsK8o7wDa-KAUrDzVhBPZNkcWA6lQfusNbQhiPcQrizr0vX6JB-bXqRUghJDQF7bjbaG9foC3r3Ng0_jBLvwAFBShDFRgGWfhmgXPz01t2nL_hqC1MB-muFZ33ekfxeH3kaNysMb96tc9AYsUsC1XGeYJLC32lMNOCcsw/s1440/December_17_1977.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="1440" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kSe-kL6PaIWo4QkedDEnHqcsK8o7wDa-KAUrDzVhBPZNkcWA6lQfusNbQhiPcQrizr0vX6JB-bXqRUghJDQF7bjbaG9foC3r3Ng0_jBLvwAFBShDFRgGWfhmgXPz01t2nL_hqC1MB-muFZ33ekfxeH3kaNysMb96tc9AYsUsC1XGeYJLC32lMNOCcsw/s320/December_17_1977.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Dec. 17, 1977 Journal ad</i></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKDB6-5_Ko2Sm815wyqGpE2qLqltGHzL2PVyAMUaIM4jjuWngvXdZ4WxpxKPpmbzBPO5w37SiUTOfTaDjpGY51ymfc-h1sdzckodLDkvd3W2LiwW4C_nVSc4xY4XIvF1yDFar0Rhv-Avhtrmt8tajhYZT5UUZg7WRjP29Pbj0gCc8-1u1hsIALW6_gwM/s1594/July_28_1978.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1594" data-original-width="1486" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKDB6-5_Ko2Sm815wyqGpE2qLqltGHzL2PVyAMUaIM4jjuWngvXdZ4WxpxKPpmbzBPO5w37SiUTOfTaDjpGY51ymfc-h1sdzckodLDkvd3W2LiwW4C_nVSc4xY4XIvF1yDFar0Rhv-Avhtrmt8tajhYZT5UUZg7WRjP29Pbj0gCc8-1u1hsIALW6_gwM/w373-h400/July_28_1978.jpg" width="373" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>From Journal of July 28, 1978</i></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMzkGzn7DWQh724rD8VLbZfY5sIfQZg4Dyy4-T9w5_pO3cTvS-2Rkt-s6iEdmjYgBtAuThQWVjYC-x0JMM-QJG6-3PpKLHv8Qmq6JbxCU8Uw6E9jAjZBy_h2OZX6I6D3MrzUtBob8u9ZmQHvwy6KCeaArDBnt9wkbHU_KlJBacK4JufkibFYoo6YRcZB4/s1646/July%2020%201979.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1646" data-original-width="1401" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMzkGzn7DWQh724rD8VLbZfY5sIfQZg4Dyy4-T9w5_pO3cTvS-2Rkt-s6iEdmjYgBtAuThQWVjYC-x0JMM-QJG6-3PpKLHv8Qmq6JbxCU8Uw6E9jAjZBy_h2OZX6I6D3MrzUtBob8u9ZmQHvwy6KCeaArDBnt9wkbHU_KlJBacK4JufkibFYoo6YRcZB4/w340-h400/July%2020%201979.jpg" width="340" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>From Journal of July 20, 1979</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Today, a few members of Charambo are still performing! Former Charambo leader <b>Tony Delgado</b> and bass guitarist <b>Elmer Arocho</b> are members of the popular <b>Latin City Soul</b> (of which Elmer is the band director). Click <a href="https://www.latincitysoul.com">here</a> to visit the band's website.</div>Dan Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02118939034032765664noreply@blogger.com10