Tuesday, February 16, 2016

THE BARBERSHOPS OF THE BOYS (1)



WHY NOT DO....A BARBERSHOP STORY?
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It was awhile back when one of the Clovis boys from
CHS '51 said to me---"Why don't you get all the boys
from those great days of the forties to write stories about 
their favorite barber shops?"

I thought about it quite a bit and decided it was a good
idea. I began to think, in my own experience, growing up 
in Clovis, of the shops I went to...and my favorite barbers.

So my story and theirs all follow and I hope you enjoy and 
are carried back in your memory to early days in our home-
town....and maybe other memories will be rekindled....
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THE  BARBER SHOPS I REMEMBER....

(1) JENKS' BARBERSHOP----

We took ownership of the Magic Steam Laundry in July, 1938.
It was located at 417 West Grand, south side of the street,
about a block-and-a-half west of O.K.Rubber Welders. We
lived in an old house behind the laundry for two years and
then moved to a brand new house at 1100 Reid...one with a
new-paint smell, and hardwood floors. 

I was four-and-a-half and my first memory of ANY barbershop
was one Saturday night later that year when Dad took me 
downtown to JENKS', right behind Fox Drug, on the alley, just
east of the post office. (There was also a dress shop next door,
then, or later.)

In 1938, many of the businesses and barbershops stayed
open until 9 p.m. Later it became 8 p.m.

In those days, my young eyes and ears missed very little...the 
whole world was new to me and fascinating. Dad got his hair
cut in the back chair with the head-guy (you could tell) and he
called him Jenks. He was kind of short and partly bald-headed
(as strangely---were many barbers.)

I sat toward the front and had my hair cut by a real tall, nice-
looking man (that somehow I remember his name even today)---
Nolan Faulkner. He somehow made an impression....

(Now this story has an interesting twist---when my wife and I came
to Albuquerque in 1961, I found a barbershop in a little shopping
center near our house. A tall, young barber cut my hair. I noticed his
"shingle," hanging back on the mirror---"Gary Faulkner." I said: "Did
you ever know of a barber back in Clovis, about '38 or '39, who cut
hair in a little shop on the alley behind Fox Drug?"

"That was my dad," he said. Small world.

I've never met anyone who remembers JENKS' Barbershop. 

(2) HOTEL CLOVIS BARBERSHOP---

I read in the hotel's history that in the early days (it was built in 1931),
there was a barber shop there. It stands to reason, as it was a stopping
place for travelers of all kinds, and mainly the railroaders. Even movie
stars and celebrities! A good place for a shop.

I was never in there to see it.

(3) WEST SEVENTH SHOP, near BRISTOW'S FOODS

Dad used to stop by Ms. Bristow's Food Store, between Hinkle and 
Merriwether (?) and pick up an orange (with grease) block of chili
con carne from the meat market guy, "Duran." In musing on this
story I thought I remembered a barber pole, right next door to 
Bristow's. Robert Stebbins said I was right. I never went there 
for a cut.

(4) PETTY'S BARBERSHOP

For some reason or other, I  got only one haircut in this popular
shop, just south of the City Hall on Mitchell. Part of the reason, I
think, is there were always a bunch of guys waiting.

(5) CARRINGTON'S ON MAIN

As I became a teen-ager I went to this shop, south of Duckworth Drug,
and next door to Sutter's Jewelry. Mr.Carrington was a very nice, 
congenial man who often cut my hair....and he also had some good
barbers working for him.

Jim King, Wanda Snipes' (CHS '51) dad, who also farmed south of
town, was one of my favorites and we always talked and joked a bit.

Check this: Carrington's is the only shop I ever visited that had a carry-
over from  olden times! Yes!  big shiny gold SPITTOON! Good decor...
but I never saw anyone use it!

(6) COTTON GRANT'S SHOP

Carrington's closed at some point and some of the barbers opened a 
shop just south of the Lyceum Theater....soon to be moved across to 
the north side of the Lyceum.

My memory is that two really splendid, likable  guys ran this shop for 
several years---Cotton Grant and his brother, from Melrose area. This
was my shop all through college...if I were in Clovis for a visit.

Anything that happened close to the Lyceum or Barry Hardware was
always dear to my heart.

(7) JIM'S BARBERSHOP

This shop was located on W. Grand, south side of the street, behind
and across the alley several doors, from the Janeway Drug, and the 
hotel behind Janeway.

This was a shop I went to during WWII, my La Casita days...and when 
we owned the Magic Steam Laundry, a few blocks west

Haircuts then, were 50 cents---one magnificent, heavy, hefty, USA
Walking Liberty Half Dollar. (I mowed many lawns for one of those, in
summer 95 degree heat.) (Recently a yard man from Old Mexico
charged me $90 for an hour-and a-half of yard work.) It's true. But on 
with my barber tale....

One day I asked Dad for 50 cents for a haircut at Jim's Shop. Went to 
his shop, got my hair cut by one of the guys, and he said "Would you
like me to rub your hair with green Jeris tonic?" That sounded okay, so 
I said: "Yeh, okay."

When we were thru I gave him Dad's Walking Liberty Half Dollar, and two 
cents tax, and he said "Er, the tonic is also fifty cents." I had sixty cents
of "my own" saved up  for a Marine Corsair model airplane kit and I gave 
him fifty cents more.

I went back to the laundry and told Dad about it, and he got ticked off
and went down there and said "You guys pulled a sneaky on my little
boy...and you know what I've a good mind (as they said it in those days)
to do with that bottle of green Jeris...?"

Well, he came back with my Walking Liberty...and that's when we 
changed to Carrington's!

(7) THE SHOPPING CENTER SHOP

After I married in 1957 and came back to Clovis for a visit, my old
home town was different. There was a whole new bunch of stores and
activity in a shopping center (!) north of 21 Street.

Guess what, needing a haircut in the worst way, I went into this shop and
was immediately carried back in time--happily so-- for there were my "boys"---
Cotton Grant and his brother right there behind their chairs....recognizing 
me...and smiling once more...still plugging away...and making a living.

Whenever I could I scheduled my haircuts for Clovis.
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Some may wonder, what is this ado about barbershops? My friends, barber- 
shops have been an important thing in the history of the USA, which by the 
way, was once more rural than urban.

For decades during the early twentieth century and who knows how long
before, the farmers would work all week milking, feeding livestock, plowing,
planting, harvesting, and a hundred other tasks....they would "knock off"
work, Saturdays at noon, put on their best khakis, dress-up-shoes, watch
fobs, and Stetsons....and head for town and the barbershop for shaves,
haircuts...and always shines...and an afternoon of sitting around the small
town squares, on 1940 Chevy or Ford fenders, chewing, smoking, whittling,
and visiting....all afternoon....but it all started at the barbershops.

I have been there myself and seen it all...but to tell it---is a whole 'nother
story...for another time!
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BY MIL
2/16/16

Additional “barbershop” stories written by Clovis boys will be found on Mil’s Place.

There are stories by Levi Brake, Robert Stebbins, John Sieren, Art Snipes, Bob Snipes and 
Vernoy Willis.  Look for them!

Monday, February 15, 2016

THAT COOL OLD POOL...WE KIDS LOVED



                 HILLCREST POOL, CLOVIS, TODAY

Don't be so glum
                'bout the pool
  where we swum...

And create an imbroglio
         It's likely 
    filled with dead germs
of POLIO...
   my Mama always
                 said so,
back in '43...

And she was usually
     always...         right!

My, my...isn't it a sad sight
     bringing back       to mind
old days....old times....
                         old friends...
and the bright sunny days
       when the whole world
was young...

It deserves a few
                 of our best rhymes.

I do believe
              if you scrubbed it out
     good and proper, filled it up,
an' opened it one day
          an' announced it---

And made it a Coney Island
      Hot Dog Day...
A bunch of old-time CHS grads
     would show up!
and swim,  and laugh...
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Mil 

THE WHITE HOUSE ON THE CORNER---MY FORTIES HOME



THE WHITE HOUSE ON THE CORNER--- MY FORTIES HOME

Where have all the dirt-roads gone...
I.      Where have all the elm trees gone...
              Where have all the clover-lawns gone...

  Where have all the old folks gone....
        Where have all the children gone....
              Where have all the puppy dogs gone....

   Where have all the thunder clouds gone....
         Where have all the rain showers gone...
               Where have all the milk-men gone....

    Where have all the WWII soldiers gone....
          Where have all the B-24's,
                circling town, gone...

    Where  have all the horses, cows, chickens
          and rabbits  gone....

     Where have all my schoolmates
            gone...

     ("LONG TIME PASSING...")

     GONE TO HIST'RY EV'RY ONE...

      "WHEN WILL WE EVER LEARN....
              WHEN WILL  WE...

       EVER... .. LEARN?"
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By MIL
1/30/16
1100 Reid Street,
Clovis, New Mexico





Thursday, January 28, 2016

THE RED BRICKS OF MAIN STREET....IN OUR HOME TOWN


Old Main Street in Clovis
    if it could only talk...
O the tales it could tell...

If they could have somehow been
    equipped with recording
devices....how marvelous it
    would be to replay...hearing
from each car!

Cars, dragging Main after a lot of 
     victories in sports, and maybe 
a few defeats....horns honking...
    People waving...laughing...
standing out in front of Standridges...

Times of snow and ice, and I've heard,
     some sledding behind cars...

Car exhaust smells...filling the air!

Hotel Clovis...ever watching o'er its kids!

Lyceum Theater, ever beckoning: "Come
    on in!"

WWII parades, with soldiers marching...
     Pioneer Day parades with the 
Shriners, the Mounted Patrol, and
     the CHS Band, and the twirlers!

The by-gone decades of 
     dragging Main are unforgettable
memories.

Imagine my chagrin a few years ago 
    when Bobby Joe and I were
talking on email...and he said---
    "You won't believe this, but the
kids don't drag Main anymore."

WHAT? Was I reading correctly?

I sat down and read it over. Yes, that's
    what he said.
My mind swept back thru the mists
    of time to a thousand Main draggings---
Week nights,  Saturday nights, 
    Sunday afternoons....anytime...
That's where you went!

A few dozen youthful faces, riding in forties
     autos, flashed across my mind....
Main Street was a big part of our world!
    As were our classmates, many dating
back to 1939.

They would ever be a part of our lives...
    and our memories....
And alas, a good many are dragging the
    Streets of Gold...maybe in chariots...

It seemed something happy and valuable
     had been taken from my town, my life,
my history...and from my old compadres...

By now, on the Long Journey of Life,
     I had begun to learn of---
Change and Loss...and tho' I could never
     quite accept them, I'd learned to live 
with them...

But oh, those faithful old red bricks, so much
     a part of our youth....how about 
them? Do they get lonely?

By 2018, they will be a hundred years old;
     When we first passed over them,
they were in their twenties.

Look at them. They have aged well!

Each one was a friend, even those 
    by the curb.
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BY MIL
1/27/16



A FUNNY THING HAPPENED AT THE DOLLAR STORE


THERE'S BAD NEWS AND THERE'S GOOD NEWS....

There's bad news...it's the oil thing...

I was there, RIGHT THERE, that hot July night in 1950,
(that scary year of the second half of the century)---down
in Dawson County, Texas, when our oil well "came in" as
a gusher.

Yes, I was asleep on Pop's couch in his living room
while he and Dad were out watchin' 'em drill,  at 
two a.m. for black gold!

It was like "BOOMTOWN" without Humphrey Bogart
and James Cagney--- all over again.

It has been nice, eatin' bacon now and then for breakfast,
and having a steak once or twice't a year.

But ah...the bad news. The oil well guys just up and quit
and went off fishing somewhere, maybe over at Tahoka
Lake. The oil pumping has about petered out.

It's easy for you to say: "Oh joy, look at the price of 
gas---I'm driving  to Pt. Barrow this summer!"

If I were a drinker, I'd tell you...I'm off Macallans 1798
and onto Diet Pepsis. 

If I were a smoker, I'd say: Bye, bye $6.00 Macanudo
Churchill cigars.

We are down to two meals a day, these days, and my,
buttermilk-and-cornbread are really not bad for supper.
(It's all that Lee's Confederates, on their long walks home
from Appomattox, had to eat.)

Now good news: B.E. is doing okay from her second 
cataract surgery on January 19. 

She has all manner of visual vicissitudes even yet to deal 
with in the form of ...DISTANCES!  Until the BIG BOYS
at Eye Associates can wield their magic --- for some
six hundred dollar "cuadra-focals", she'll need
different glasses for reading, watching TV, playing the piano,
night driving, day driving,  and I don't know what all.

So several days ago, she headed off to our new-style
shopping venue (since the oil money faded.) ---THE 
DOLLAR STORE ---to pick up some  bargain (and 
well-made) SPECTACLES @ 1.00 per.

It's true---barely comprehensible--- people can produce
excellent frames, lenses, ear pieces...even put little
eagles on the right and left,  package them, ship them,
market them @ $1.00 each...and make money.

I must write Trump  about THIS!

Well sir, while she was there she picked out four 
magnifications---1.50, 1.75, 2.00, 2.25---
and she bought 'em all for four dollars !


Ah, but while there, she also spotted and bought 
herself a new set of dishes....Mexican dinner-
style-looking-dishes...to have people over for 
tacos, tamales, enchiladas, carne adovada, 
rellenos, guacamole dip, nachos...and on...

Just check that plate---don't you want a taco...
just seeing it  ?

Yes, the bad news, I guess, was we had a new set
of dishes...and nowhere to put them. And I thought
probably she'd spent $300 on them! 

But there is good news...comes in TWO PARTS---
(1)  "A happy wife means a happy husband," as Ben
Franklin probably once said.

2)  And check this! Oh joy! The dishes were one 
dollar each! Ah, what a store--- the "DOLLAR
STORE!" We were out less than forty bucks!
Definitely my kind of store!

Now if lead poisoning doesn't get us, we'll LIVE
long and happy.
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BY MIL
1-28/16
(Writer's note: Well, OK, I may have exaggerated
the poverty-thing JUST a  bit, "Literary License", you know!





GENUINE HOMEMADE ENGLISH ORANGE MARMALADE



GENUINE HOMEMADE ENGLISH  ORANGE MARMALADE

There may be nothing better on a cold winter night, 
if there is no soup to be found on the stove, in the fridge
or freezer...than to settle down to watch a "LONGMIRE"
re-run with a steaming cup of decaf and couple of
those frozen homemade biscuits...that come in a sack.

With a veggie sausage on each one. Jimmy Dean's are
better sausages but "Oh the guilt trip..." they are so 
fatty!

But here's the "Biggie!" B.E. will always say: "Want ''em
buttered...WITH SOME ORANGE MARMALADE ON 'EM?"

How utterly tempting...for has anything ever been invented
that is more delicious than ORANGE MARMALADE??

(Never tasted it 'til I was grown!. Didn't have up it down 
in West Texas. "No oranges" ergo---no marmalade. Simple
as that!) Of course they did have oranges down in Florida---
"Look away...look away...Dixie Land..."

Yes! I wanted it on my sausage biscuits, but remembered 
"SMUCKER'S LAW OF STICKY"----"one drop of orange
marmalade will make everything within a square yard---
STICKY!"

Yes, you guessed it---if I put  any  o' that imitation honey on my
sopaipilla  down at the Mexican restaurant, soon I am  covered
all over with the stuff...and can't even pay up...my Washingtons
are stuck together, and all...

Being quite a bit fascinated by the "whole marmalade thing..."
I recently did some research.

Wikipedia---"Marmalade is a fruit preserve made from the juice
and peel of citrus fruits, boiled with sugar and water."

"It can be produced from kumquats, lemons, limes, grapefruit,
mandarins, sweet oranges, bergamots, or other citrus fruits or
any combination thereof."

"The benchmark citrus fruit for marmalade in Britain is the 
Spanish Saville orange---"citrus aurantium." (I threw this 
in just to impress Wally. He knows those Latin terms!) It is
much prized for its pectin content, which gives a good set.

Back to me in my Lazy Boy, getting set to watch 
"LONGMIRE"---"No," I said to B.E., "I'll skip it or it"ll be all
over my TV control (and me)...and you know how STICKY
Comcast is about everything (no pun intended)--- they'll 
go up five bucks a month! Any excuse---you know!"

In my musings today about marmalade I thought of the
angel on the Earth Planning Committee, back in the 
beginning of time, who probably is a High-Ranking
Angel today for "Lord, here's my plan to have a jam
using every bit of the fruit---EVEN THE PEELS!"

And then I mused---what if in my little college cafe,
'crost the street from HSU--- the Chatterbox---if
I'd said, "I'll have toast and coffee (you know---on
the run to class) with some pergamots marmalade,"
they'd have thrown me out.

Have YOU done any musing about IT?
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You may want to google MIL'S PLACE:
"DON'T GET ORANGE MARMALADE ON YOUR
APPLE."
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BY MIL
1/27/16
(If you like this one, wait 'til
you read "MUSINGS ON 
CHOW-CHOW!")




Tuesday, January 26, 2016

"THE KING OF LOVE MY SHEPHERD IS"




(I saw this photo...and began singing this old hymn...in my heart...)

1. The King of love my shepherd is
whose goodness faileth never,
I nothing lack if I am his
and he is mine forever.

2. Where streams of living waters flow,
my ransomed soul he leadeth,
and where the verdant pastures grow,
with food celestial feedeth.

3. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
but yet in love he sought me,
and on his shoulder gently laid,
and home rejoicing brought me..

4. In death's dark vale I fear no ill
with thee, dear Lord beside me;
thy rod and staff my comfort still,
thy cross before to guide me..

5. Thou spreadst a table in my sight;
thy unction grave bestoweth;
and oh, what transport of delight
from my poor chalice floweth.

6. And so through all the length of days
thy goodness faileth never,
Good shepherd may I sing thy praise
within thy house forever.
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THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM