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St Patrick’s Day was never a big deal in Stonewall. In fact, if it hadn’t been for those old Warner Path-A Newsreels at the Main Theatre I might not have even known there was one. Or maybe it was my sister Sue giving me a pinch on St Patrick’s Day because I didn’t have any green on my shirt that reminded me. There were no St. Patrick’s Day Parades in Stonewall. Or even in the big city of Ada.
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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.
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