"Remember When?"

[JVShocker]

That was awesome! The best thing I've seen on-line today... sure took me down memory lane.

[60Shock]

The Hickory House was on Central, one block west of Hydraulic on the Southwest corner of Central and Pennsylvania. Washington Elementary School is on the Southease corner of that intersection. The school is still there but the original school building that was there in my day and at the time of the Hickory House was tore down and replaced with the current building. We lived just 1.5 blocks south on Pennsylvania. In my day Washington School had a pretty large playground area north of the school building with Central on the north, Pennsylvania on the west and Hydraulic on the east as the boundaries. It had a pretty good piece of open ground (other than the two big sidewalks that crossed from north to south and a huge flagpole right in the middle of the area on the south side of the building. I am sure you are familiar with the movie THE SANDLOT. This schoolyard was my sandlot.

Here is the old homestead (321 N Pennsylvania):

https://www.google.com/maps/place/32...!4d-97.3186215

The house has been spruced up some since we lived there. New siding and a new roof. But it was a great place to grow up and we didn't even realize we were poor. When my parents bought that house it was 4 separate apartments. But it was the only place big enough to house the 12 of us that my Mom and Dad could afford and thankfully my Dad was about as handy and skilled with his mind and his hands as you could get. Somehow they made it work and made it work well.

I thank God for Wichita State. If Wichita State had not been available to me no way do I get a college education.

72, can't remember the exact address, (314 or 413 Pennsylvania Ave,) but we lived in the 1st one of the 4 separate department buildings, just North of third St, directly across from the street from Washington School. I went completely from 1st grade thru 6th grade (1944-1949 there. We ate out some at the Holly Cafe (Chinese) on Douglas, West of Market; Wolf's Cafeteria on Market St.. Lindy's, next door to the old Miller theater. Believe there was a very good Italian cafe (La Darts') before the Hickory House took the building over. I know exactly what you mean about the sandlot. We played baseball after school and all during the summer there; BB on the sand/dirt court; and FB on the front lawn of the school. We got turned in to the principal once for playing on the front lawn, and I got 10 swats in his office with a wooden paddle. My Dad went to school the next morning and told the principal that he would beat him with a stick if he ever tried that again.

Tuition at WU (non-State school) was $150 a semester during the years 1956-1960.

[shocktheheart]

Its done.

This link will give you access to a google drive document in mp4 format. Its was my kids' Hyde Elementary school trip to Joyland. I won't apologize for the quality or audio because that was the camera I had at the time for taking pictures/movies. The audio is of the Joyland Clown/organ. So no apologies, and you can't dislike it because nobody has given us a "dislike" button on SN.....but you can relive Joyland for 1 minute and 46 seconds.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/13TK...NDXzYN-LI/view

What year was this?

[1972Shocker]

72, can't remember the exact address, (314 or 413 Pennsylvania Ave,) but we lived in the 1st one of the 4 separate department buildings, just North of third St, directly across from the street from Washington School. I went completely from 1st grade thru 6th grade (1944-1949 there. We ate out some at the Holly Cafe (Chinese) on Douglas, West of Market; Wolf's Cafeteria on Market St.. Lindy's, next door to the old Miller theater. Believe there was a very good Italian cafe (La Darts') before the Hickory House took the building over. I know exactly what you mean about the sandlot. We played baseball after school and all during the summer there; BB on the sand/dirt court; and FB on the front lawn of the school. We got turned in to the principal once for playing on the front lawn, and I got 10 swats in his office with a wooden paddle. My Dad went to school the next morning and told the principal that he would beat him with a stick if he ever tried that again.

Tuition at WU (non-State school) was $150 a semester during the years 1956-1960.

Howdy neighbor. Directly across the street from Washington school would have been the 400 block of Pennsylvania. I don't remember if it was right along Pennsylvania but I do remember Mathewson Courts just west of the school which IIRC was a bunch of blonde brick 4-plexes. Nothing fancy of course.

Never got in trouble for playing on the front lawn. We would play some 500 but mostly football on the front lawn. However, there were hazards. You had to make sure you knew where the flagpole was when you were running out for pass. You definitely did not want to be intersecting that thing just as you turned your head after catching a pass. Never happened to me but I remember one time a kind lost a few of his front teeth to a collision with the flagpole.

Now if you were playing in shorts which I often did and grabbed hold of big dude who wouldn't go down easily he might very well drag your and your bare knees across one of the double wide sidewalks and that could smart a bit as well. But not nearly the damage that the flagpole could do.

[Kung Wu]

This link will give you access to a google drive document in mp4 format. Its was my kids' Hyde Elementary school trip to Joyland. I won't apologize for the quality or audio because that was the camera I had at the time for taking pictures/movies. The audio is of the Joyland Clown/organ. So no apologies, and you can't dislike it because nobody has given us a "dislike" button on SN.....but you can relive Joyland for 1 minute and 46 seconds.

Okay, yeah, this is cool!

[JVShocker]

What year was this?

2003-2005? My daughter was probably 4-5 years old. Took video /audio on a 27x Olympus Camedia camera, which was pretty cool at the time. I had the option of two video formats and could take 6 second clips in higher resolution and 15 (I think) second clips in reduced size. Obviously they pale in comparison to even a cell phone now, but captured what I needed at the time in a digital format. I still have the camera and it still works perfectly.

[WstateU]

2003-2005? My daughter was probably 4-5 years old. Took video /audio on a 27x Olympus Camedia camera, which was pretty cool at the time. I had the option of two video formats and could take 6 second clips in higher resolution and 15 (I think) second clips in reduced size. Obviously they pale in comparison to even a cell phone now, but captured what I needed at the time in a digital format. I still have the camera and it still works perfectly.

I can't recall the last time I visited Joyland (probably the early 70's) and didn't realize it was open in the 2000's... always thought they closed in the late 70's or early 80's. It's the $hits getting old. Wish I had a memory like old '72 and '60... i.e., "Tuition at WU (non-State school) was $150 a semester during the years 1956-1960."

[forevershockerfan]

Remember when a popular radio announcer rode the Joyland roller coaster over 100 times in a row? Was he from KLEO, or KWBB? I dunno because I don't see clearly now? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Remember when the milkman delivered milk to the front porch? No? I don't either.

Remember on Ma Bell when we were on 8 party lines and had to share phone time with the neighbors as they nosed in our own private conversations while clicking the receiver over and over until we were as furious as a wet hen? Then later if you did it back to them they would call you a little convict! Then at public areas where dime slot telephone booths were such kewl beans? Later it went up to a quarter to allow us to call someone who cares? Then, I would just get through my introduction as a bossy message came on demanding more change in which I rarely had when I was only knee high to a grass-hoppa. It became more complicated than pulling hens teeth for a young whipper-snapper of a few too many words because as Ray Charles would sing--I'm Busted!!!!!!!!!!!

[1972Shocker]

Remember when the milkman delivered milk to the front porch? No? I don't either.

I don't either. But I do remember trips to a dairy farm out in the country to buy non-homogenized milk (cream on the top) in glass gallon jugs. Had to shake it up to mix the cream in before pouring. We would go to the dairy farm, go to the back porch of the house, drop off our empties and open the fridge and to get what we needed and since most of the time no one was around we would pay but putting our money in a cigar box and making our own change. I don't remember what a gallon cost with empty jugs returned but I do know the reason we did that was because my Mom could squeeze a quarter until the eagle squawked (had to with 10 kids). Yes times have changed.

BTW by out in the country we were out in what is now more less the Andover area.

[Shoxthemonkey]

We were on a Meadow Gold milk route in south Wichita. Glass bottles with an inch of cream in the neck. Good stuff.
used to eat a lot a Pitts BBQ at the corner of First and Washington. I think Willie was a preacher and cooked through the week. Best hot links I've ever had.

[60Shock]

Is Bond Bakery still in business? It was located on Central near the railroad tracks. You could smell the bread baking for blocks away and you could pick a very warm loaf or two off of the conveyor belt and pay for your purchase. My Dad always bought two loafs because my family normally had at least half of a loaf eaten by the time we drove the short distance home.

[1972Shocker]

Speaking of milk Shocker Hall Of Famer and a fantastic human being, Linwood Sexton was long-time sales manager at Hiland Dairy in Wichita.

I will always remember about 5 years ago or so at one of the post-season congratutory gatherings at Koch Arena after then end of the very successful basketball seasons. I was about 20 rows up in the arena with an empty seat next to me on the aisle. Up the stairs comes this man in his mid-80's with the help of a cane. I immediately recognized Mr. Sexton. I wondered, why in the heck does he not have a seat of honor down on or near the front row. Probably could have if he had pressed the issue but I just don't think that was in his nature. I invited him to sit next to me which he did. One of the most enjoyable and interesting conversations I have ever had. Some of his stories from his playing days were both heartbreaking and inspiring at the same time. He had to put up with a lot of crap but did so with great poise and dignity and I could not detect a bitter bone in his body. A great Shocker legend indeed.

[ABC]

I don't either. But I do remember trips to a dairy farm out in the country to buy non-homogenized milk (cream on the top) in glass gallon jugs. Had to shake it up to mix the cream in before pouring. We would go to the dairy farm, go to the back porch of the house, drop off our empties and open the fridge and to get what we needed and since most of the time no one was around we would pay but putting our money in a cigar box and making our own change. I don't remember what a gallon cost with empty jugs returned but I do know the reason we did that was because my Mom could squeeze a quarter until the eagle squawked (had to with 10 kids). Yes times have changed.

BTW by out in the country we were out in what is now more less the Andover area.

Wolf Dairy on Greenwich, just north of Central? West side of Greenwich.

[1972Shocker]

Could very well have been. I don't remember for sure. I'll have to search my memory banks. Unfortunately, time and mileage has eroded quite a bit of those banks away.

[im4wsu]

Remember when a popular radio announcer rode the Joyland roller coaster over 100 times in a row? Was he from KLEO, or KWBB? I dunno because I don't see clearly now? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Remember when the milkman delivered milk to the front porch? No? I don't either.

Remember on Ma Bell when we were on 8 party lines and had to share phone time with the neighbors as they nosed in our own private conversations while clicking the receiver over and over until we were as furious as a wet hen? Then later if you did it back to them they would call you a little convict! Then at public areas where dime slot telephone booths were such kewl beans? Later it went up to a quarter to allow us to call someone who cares? Then, I would just get through my introduction as a bossy message came on demanding more change in which I rarely had when I was only knee high to a grass-hoppa. It became more complicated than pulling hens teeth for a young whipper-snapper of a few too many words because as Ray Charles would sing--I'm Busted!!!!!!!!!!!

Andy, our milkman put the milk bottles, butter and ice cream in the refrigerator