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It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that old patriotic song, but it was a popular tune after December 7, 1941. Another thing forgotten is what was in the old building right in the center of Allen’s main business district. It sits empty but it was recently repaired. No hint it once housed the busiest drug store in town. It was a center of gathering, a place to enjoy a Coke or a banana split. The women of the Allen area bought their cosmetics there while waiting to have their prescriptions filled. Yes, the brightly lit place was a prosperous centerpiece landmark run by a popular pharmacist named Otho Butler.
Read moreMy own personal experiences riding passenger trains as a child were exciting. But as it was, I was more a watcher than rider. One hot July day in a cotton patch near Lula as the “Streamliner” zipped past. My Uncle J C and my brother Gerald stopped their work chopping cotton and leaned on their hoes. As the train went by you could see people walking about the train and then the dinner car passed. There were people in coats and ties eating and drinking “Heaven knows what” in airconditioned spender and my brother was stunned.
Read moreThey said Sam was a dependable, reliable person. He was a man who took care of his family. He went to church on Sundays and enjoyed his job, working on a big aircraft carrier being constructed at the Fore River shipyard Massachusetts. The carrier Cabot had been ordered sometime earlier and was expected to join our fleet — if they ever got it finished. Pressure was on the shipyard and its 23,000 workers and Sam to hurry up and do just that.
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