Thanks for all your comments and history, Blake. I grew up in the CC, and although I have long been gone to western shores, I still have a deep love for the city and its history. Thanks so much.
The Dave Treen I remember was an out-an-out bigot. I am happy that he finally came to his senses. Just goes to show, it's never too late. And Edwin Edwards -- a crook to the end. As sleazy as they come, and rotten enough to brag about it. My political education took place in the greatest of cities and states to learn about double-dealing and back-room politics: New Orleans, LA. And I am grateful for it. We Californians have nothing on these guys.
This is a wonderful list; so far removed from the restaurants of the Sixties and Seventies that I remember so well (from the restaurants listed in "The Underground Gourmet," as well as those I grew up with, like Galatoire's, Antoine's and so on and so on), but still, it's New Orleans, where eating is the best. Where it is truly said that even the best-intentioned and health-conscious of diners can eat themselves into a happy but early grave. Look at all the rich and wonderful goodies listed here! Must be it isn't my time yet, because I am still on the West Coast, where we cannot smoke where we eat, and all that that means. I yearn for all the wonderful food I grew up with. Maybe next year. Maybe I am old enough already and should go out in style. Laissez les bon temps rouler!
I attended Lakeview Elementary in the 1951-52 school year, when the polio epidemic was at a new peak, and some childhood friends were taken down by it. My dad lost the use of his right leg to it. Other diseases were still epidemic; my little pal, C.M., was down with pertussis ("whooping cough"), and we could no longer play together, as his house had a large "QUARANTINE" sign on the front. I missed him; he was an only child, and his mother was a single mom; we used on rare occasions to watch TV at his house: it was a very old TV - the tube was vertical, and the reversed image was reflected in a mirror, which was only about 12 inches square, and had to be viewed at an angle. We were most often sent outside to play. March of Dimes was very big back then, so we could send in our dimes to support children on Iron Lungs. I was in Miss McGhan's (of the pet Angora cats) 4th grade class, and still am in occasional contact with one of my old classmates, Russell (we both graduated from Fortier, in Uptown). I remember the neighborhood well - the movie theatre on Harrison Avenue, although I have forgotten its name, where we would go watch the latest serials and then act them out afterwards. And swimming in the (forbidden) old West End Canal. I got my butt tanned well for that. And playing touch football on the neutral ground between West End Blvd and the canal. I remember the kids practicing violin in the ground floor meeting area - there was no proper music room. The principal's name was McMurdo; he later ran a clinic for children who had difficulty in reading and other developmental disorders. He was a very well-educated and good man. I had my first boyhood crush - on "T.T."- there; she was such a dark-eyed cutie; I couldn't stop staring at her. I used to blush whenever she talked to me. We boys were so retarded when it came to girls. I have no idea what has become of so many of my little childhood friends. They were all so nice to me when I had my tonsils out, and gave me the book "Black Beauty" as a get-well gift. I still have the book, with all their names written in it. Hmmm. Signs of getting very old, remembering all these wonderful things. My folks later that year built a new home across the river, in Aurora Gardens (quite a nice place back then), and I soon had new friends to play with over there. This is a great site. I am happy to join, although I can't promise to return regularly, as life is quite busy for us nowadays. Sixty-seven and loving it! And living six blocks from the Pacific in Huntington Beach, California.
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