VOLUME 9
You're pushing 60 at least,
11 you recall Mary Plckford's
winsome screen smile as the
orphan girl In “Daddy Long
Legs.'' Likewise If you remem
ber how Mary Carr had New
Bemlans dripping tears all
over the Masonic's floor In
“Over The Hills To The Poor
House."
Recollecting such things,
you're bound to have memories
of the days when no self re
specting female would parade
on Atlantic Beach, or take to
the surf. In swim (?) attire
that didn't Include a full skirt,
ample bloomers, shoes and
stockings, and a gosh awful bath
cap.
And it was yesterday that you
bought your fish and oysters
from a push cart passing your
house. If you were fUssy and
wanted them wr^ped, the ped
dler had old newspapers on his
cart to properly confine your
purchase.
You also got door to door
service each morning from ve
getable peddlers who sang out
their available items in alusty
chant you could hear for blocks.
All except Martha. If the wind
was right. Riverside residents
could pick up her spiel while
she was still circulating In
Ghent.
Pity those of younger years
who didn’t look forward to
periodic calls from a touirlng
umbrella man, who made re
pairs light on the spot. He was
just as regular In his visits to
the city as Qie Italian organ
grinders who had trained their
sad faced monkeys to climb to
your window and solicit pennies.
Not the least of yesterday’s
marvelous sounds was the lone
ly wall of a train whistle In
the stillness of the night. Deep
ly Implanted In a feather bed,
with the cover up around his
ears, a kid could Usten breath-
les^y and promise himself that
one day he would roam to far
places.
Yesterday was when it was
sinful to play the phonograph
on Sunday, a hair cut cost a
whole quarter, and a soup bone
from B. Swert’s butcher sliope,
with lots of meat attached, sold
for a nickel more than that.
No one had passed a law
regulating the amount of butter
fat required In Grade A milk.
Any housewife could survey the
depth of cream at the top of a
bottle and draw her own con
clusion.
If you're close to 60, or be
yond It, you can recall when
the public schools in New Bern
and Craven County had no lunch
rooms. Students in town went
home for their mid-day meal,
and it wasn’t called lunch but
dinner. This lunch stuff came
along later.
Of course, If you were a ru
ral pupil, you brought your
vlttles with you In a sack, and
ate on the school steps. Chances
were you ate your share of col-
lard biscuits before you grad
uated. Now, country kids like
town kids prefer a diet con
sisting solely of hamburgers
and French fried potatoes.
Yesterday was when babies
were bom at home, and folks
got free (?) premiums with Oc
tagon soap coupons, not Gold
Bond or Green stamps. Then
as now, customers were dumb
enough to think they were being
given something for nothing.
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NEW BERN-CRAVEN COUNTY
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The NSW BERN
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NEW BERN, N. C„ FRIDAY, JANUARY 20, 1967
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HONORED—James R. (Jim)
whose career has included dish
washing to work his way through college, Marine Corps service in
Japan, Okinawa and Korea with promotion to the rank of Captain,
and election a few months ago to the State House of Representatives
from the Third District, is New Bern’s Young Man Of The Year for
1966. The diinple chinned, still boyish attorney received from the New
Bern Junior Cmamber of Commerce its annual Distinguished Service
Award at a banquet held at the local Shrine Club Thursday night.
He is a member of Garber Methodist Church, where he has served
as Superintendent of the Sunday School, Chairman of the Board of
Trustees, President of the Men’s Club and teacher, and is active in
Scouting. He and his wife, Jane, have three sons, the oldest seven,
who keeps things jumping at 4704 Trent River Drive.