No billiards. But I did play a lot of snooker at Eddy's Past time on 24th and walker. In fact the sign is still on the building.
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Played Billiards more than once but enjoyed 8 ball...Snooker was more fun than any of them.....

Played Billiards more than once but enjoyed 8 ball... Snooker was more fun
than any of them...

I spent two years in college learning Snooker, then I found out I wasn't
getting college credit for it.

I spent two years in college learning Snooker, then I found out I wasn't
getting college credit for it.
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I learned to play in one of the seediest Bars in Ardmore, they would let the kids come in and play snooker by a side door. There was an area blocked off and no kids could go pass the railing.....Shouldn't have been in there....

I spent two years in college learning Snooker, then I found out I wasn't
getting college credit for it.

Same with beer bars and me.

Ths thread is about childhood memories and as I was re reading the entries It came to mind how as a young child in Oklahoma I remember how my Grandparents would save the Newspapers and when they had enough, we would wad the papers up and stuff them between the bare 2x4's in my frandfather's house (S.E Okla.) and use it as insulation. Then, they would save any and all cardboard boexes and that would suffice the use of Sheetrock (couldn't afford sheetrock) and they would tack on the cardboard and keep stuffing the wadded paper and they when the wall was insulated, cardboarded and tight they (my grandparents) would make a flour and water paste and take
the rest of the newspaper and wallpaper the walls. Once dried, they would simply varnish over the paper and then VOILA!!!! they would have insulated walls to keep the cold Oklahoma winds out....Those people knew how to survive comfortably. My Grandfather always save the new "Funny Papers' for their bedroom.....He said he wanted his room cheerful and bright....

QUOTE=Generals64;212888]Ths thread is about childhood memories and as I was re reading the entries It came to mind how as a young child in Oklahoma I remember how my Grandparents would save the Newspapers and when they had enough, we would wad the papers up and stuff them between the bare 2x4's in my frandfather's house (S.E Okla.) and use it as insulation. Then, they would save any and all cardboard boexes and that would suffice the use of Sheetrock (couldn't afford sheetrock) and they would tack on the cardboard and keep stuffing the wadded paper and they when the wall was insulated, cardboarded and tight they (my grandparents) would make a flour and water paste and take
the rest of the newspaper and wallpaper the walls. Once dried, they would simply varnish over the paper and then VOILA!!!! they would have insulated walls to keep the cold Oklahoma winds out....Those people knew how to survive comfortably. My Grandfather always save the new "Funny Papers' for their bedroom.....He said he wanted his room cheerful and bright....[/QUOTE]

Good read. Both my Dad's parents grew up dirt poor. Grandma had 13 brothers and sister. They lived on 160acres in Lincoln County, OK. There were times when the kids had to work the farm and their Dad, my Great-Great Granddad when from town to town looking for work that paid cash money.
Grandmothers sister and her husband bought the farm later and lived on it for nearly fifty years. Aunt Margaret would stay on the place sometimes for 6 months or more never seeing anyone but visitors to the place.
Fresh baked bread, real butter and homemade strawberry preserves...........
When I hear people say now days that things are bad and gonna get worse, I laugh.......... :053:

QUOTE=Generals64;212888]Ths thread is about childhood memories and as I was re reading the entries It came to mind how as a young child in Oklahoma I remember how my Grandparents would save the Newspapers and when they had enough, we would wad the papers up and stuff them between the bare 2x4's in my frandfather's house (S.E Okla.) and use it as insulation. Then, they would save any and all cardboard boexes and that would suffice the use of Sheetrock (couldn't afford sheetrock) and they would tack on the cardboard and keep stuffing the wadded paper and they when the wall was insulated, cardboarded and tight they (my grandparents) would make a flour and water paste and take
the rest of the newspaper and wallpaper the walls. Once dried, they would simply varnish over the paper and then VOILA!!!! they would have insulated walls to keep the cold Oklahoma winds out....Those people knew how to survive comfortably. My Grandfather always save the new "Funny Papers' for their bedroom.....He said he wanted his room cheerful and bright....

Good read. Both my Dad's parents grew up dirt poor. Grandma had 13 brothers and sister. They lived on 160acres in Lincoln County, OK. There were times when the kids had to work the farm and their Dad, my Great-Great Granddad when from town to town looking for work that paid cash money.
Grandmothers sister and her husband bought the farm later and lived on it for nearly fifty years. Aunt Margaret would stay on the place sometimes for 6 months or more never seeing anyone but visitors to the place.
Fresh baked bread, real butter and homemade strawberry preserves...........
When I hear people say now days that things are bad and gonna get worse, I laugh.......... :053:[/QUOTE]
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I don't especially want to go back to that life style but, I know I could survive but, It makes we wonder how the younger people who have never seen anything like that would make it in those hard times...you know, wht would they do without their Laptop and their Moca Latte Grande with a Danish and so on. What if they had to put cardboard in their shoes for another month's wearing. Oh Yeah how are they going to pay for $400.00 seats at the local rock concert.....My Great/Great Aunt still did the
same insulation trick until she died in the early nineties.....Every six months they would re paper the house.....I remember my mom taking her some Real Wallpaper and my Aunt didn't know what to do....She used to sweep the floor spotless...oh yeah did I tell you it was a dirt floor????? My dad and my uncles went in and floored the place for her when she was around 89 years old....she never did unerstand why they did that???the money could have been put back in case of an emergency. The dirt was plain good enough for her. My grandad was hauling oranges for a while (cross county) and every time he came back he would put as many wooden orange crate on top of the load as he could get. Then when he got home he would dump them off the trailer and make the delivery and while he was gone my uncle,sister and aunt and I would stack them like bricks and eventually he had the walls for a shed and chicken coup....They made do with what they had a hand....Frsh bread and Butter was great ....never did like the fresh milk that's how I acquired a taste for Coffee at the ripe old age of 5......But, welcome to my world....I still remember the Out house......Didn't like the Sears Catalogue...too slick....

QUOTE=Generals64;212888]Ths thread is about childhood memories and as I was re reading the entries It came to mind how as a young child in Oklahoma I remember how my Grandparents would save the Newspapers and when they had enough, we would wad the papers up and stuff them between the bare 2x4's in my frandfather's house (S.E Okla.) and use it as insulation. Then, they would save any and all cardboard boexes and that would suffice the use of Sheetrock (couldn't afford sheetrock) and they would tack on the cardboard and keep stuffing the wadded paper and they when the wall was insulated, cardboarded and tight they (my grandparents) would make a flour and water paste and take
the rest of the newspaper and wallpaper the walls. Once dried, they would simply varnish over the paper and then VOILA!!!! they would have insulated walls to keep the cold Oklahoma winds out....Those people knew how to survive comfortably. My Grandfather always save the new "Funny Papers' for their bedroom.....He said he wanted his room cheerful and bright....

Good read. Both my Dad's parents grew up dirt poor. Grandma had 13 brothers and sister. They lived on 160acres in Lincoln County, OK. There were times when the kids had to work the farm and their Dad, my Great-Great Granddad when from town to town looking for work that paid cash money.
Grandmothers sister and her husband bought the farm later and lived on it for nearly fifty years. Aunt Margaret would stay on the place sometimes for 6 months or more never seeing anyone but visitors to the place.
Fresh baked bread, real butter and homemade strawberry preserves...........
When I hear people say now days that things are bad and gonna get worse, I laugh.......... :053:[/QUOTE]

If that is not a reality check I do not know what is! great story

My childhood (early years) were not bad years compared to the times. My parents worked till dark every night. I remember sleeping outside on a Box Spring hung from trees....No one knew what an air conditioner was...I can remember getting....Notice I said getting to.....listen to the Grand Old Opry on a battery operated Radio on Saturday night....I didn't know we were not well off..we weren't poor in as much as we had each other....I went to the first grade in Dickson, Oklahoma...everyone has been there correct???? I used to hate to go and gather the eggs....I was the baby so I cried a lot and it was
easier for my mom to just go and get the eggs......For you that have never taken a Fresh well shower.....you don't know what you have missed....Cold well water pour into a #3 Wash Tub with holes in it (rusted holes) and coming over your head.....Wow, that was fun. I remember when we moved to OKC (1952)
I was excited more about electric lights in EVERY room than I was in getting to keep going to school. My dad drove a truck (cross country) and in those days they didn't have the refrigerated units that they have now. They would stop at intervals and re-ice the fresh fruit...Spray hundres of pounds of ground up ice on the goods.....My dad would come home on Friday nights and before going to deliver the goods he would stop and pack the Water cooler (in my room ) and it would be freezing cold in there for the week-end....you know, a Swamp cooler....Gosh, I can just keep going on the escapades of a back woods Southern Boy.....Ever go Snipe Hunting? How about Coon hunting????my grand father would sell the carcasses as well as the hides....one night we were taking some (plural) raccoon carcasses to a couple and they were just sitting down to eat the ones he had brought two days before...We were invited to join them (Oh NO) my Grandfather said it would be rude not to eat supper...Plus he would wear me out if I didn't....We sat down, I got my serving of Raccoon took my one and only bite and swallowed...It was like swallowing an elephant foot. You know, the more you chewed the larger the bite got....Now, imagine this taking big spoon full of
Crisco Cooking grease and putting in in your mouth...YUK!!!....It gets worse but I'll stop there....remember, I began to drink Coffee at the age of 5.....Coffee cuts the grease pretty quick.... I'll stop for a while....

My childhood (early years) were not bad years compared to the times. My parents worked till dark every night. I remember sleeping outside on a Box Spring hung from trees....No one knew what an air conditioner was...I can remember getting....Notice I said getting to.....listen to the Grand Old Opry on a battery operated Radio on Saturday night....I didn't know we were not well off..we weren't poor in as much as we had each other....I went to the first grade in Dickson, Oklahoma...everyone has been there correct???? I used to hate to go and gather the eggs....I was the baby so I cried a lot and it was
easier for my mom to just go and get the eggs......For you that have never taken a Fresh well shower.....you don't know what you have missed....Cold well water pour into a #3 Wash Tub with holes in it (rusted holes) and coming over your head.....Wow, that was fun. I remember when we moved to OKC (1952)
I was excited more about electric lights in EVERY room than I was in getting to keep going to school. My dad drove a truck (cross country) and in those days they didn't have the refrigerated units that they have now. They would stop at intervals and re-ice the fresh fruit...Spray hundres of pounds of ground up ice on the goods.....My dad would come home on Friday nights and before going to deliver the goods he would stop and pack the Water cooler (in my room ) and it would be freezing cold in there for the week-end....you know, a Swamp cooler....Gosh, I can just keep going on the escapades of a back woods Southern Boy.....Ever go Snipe Hunting? How about Coon hunting????my grand father would sell the carcasses as well as the hides....one night we were taking some (plural) raccoon carcasses to a couple and they were just sitting down to eat the ones he had brought two days before...We were invited to join them (Oh NO) my Grandfather said it would be rude not to eat supper...Plus he would wear me out if I didn't....We sat down, I got my serving of Raccoon took my one and only bite and swallowed...It was like swallowing an elephant foot. You know, the more you chewed the larger the bite got....Now, imagine this taking big spoon full of
Crisco Cooking grease and putting in in your mouth...YUK!!!....It gets worse but I'll stop there....remember, I began to drink Coffee at the age of 5.....Coffee cuts the grease pretty quick.... I'll stop for a while....
Just exactly how old are you Gen/64, YOU'D have to been 139 according to all these stories I've heard! WOW !! My 101 year old grandpa can't tell those good of tales!! LMAO

Just exactly how old are you Gen/64, YOU'D have to been 139 according to all these stories I've heard! WOW !! My 101 year old grandpa can't tell those good of tales!! LMAO
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You see, when we were last together I figured your stories and my stories would create a wonderful book....Life on both sides....The good and the Evil.....

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You see, when we were last together I figured your stories and my stories would create a wonderful book....Life on both sides....The good and the Evil.....
Didn't you mean "The Good-The Bad- And the Ugly, yourself being the two later? Only teasing you Mr. General, but I do believe your at least 125 if your a day! LOL

Didn't you mean "The Good-The Bad- And the Ugly, yourself being the two later? Only teasing you Mr. General, but I do believe your at least 125 if your a day! LOL
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And you my friend only one year behind.....How you married such a sweet and innocent lady I'll never know....

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And you my friend only one year behind.....How you married such a sweet and innocent lady I'll never know....
I don't understand you train of thought here but I guess I will accept it!

what was the name of the big hubcap place on robinson south of the train bridge.....was in henneseys? it has been driving me insane!

what was the name of the big hubcap place on robinson south of the train bridge.....was in henneseys? it has been driving me insane!

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Yes, I think it was Hennesey's...I know they used to sell a lot of wheels there I think sometimes you could buy your own wheels back in the old days....

I knew I was not going crazy then, my wife told me I was wrong so pfft

I knew I was not going crazy then, my wife told me I was wrong so pfft
Budddy Hennesy's!!

what was the name of the big hubcap place on Robinson south of the train
bridge...was it henneseys? it has been driving me insane!

It was Buddy Hennesey's. He had two places across the street from each
other. I used to buy first rate used retreads for $10 from Buddy. If you
were a good customer, he'd take you to his private stock of tires that at one
time had tread on them. 2/$15!

It was Buddy Hennesey's. He had two places across the street from each
other. I used to buy first rate used retreads for $10 from Buddy. If you
were a good customer, he'd take you to his private stock of tires that at one
time had tread on them. 2/$15!

Had to go downtown and decided to come back via Robinson to check Hennessey's for the true title. All read "Johnny Hennessey's". Now all of those are on the west side of Robinson and could not find any signs still left on the east side.
Remember the midget that worked for the muffler and tailpipe company further south and on the east side of Robinson? My Dad once said the guy was suing the city for building the sidewalks too close to his ass!!

Had to go downtown and decided to come back via Robinson to check Hennessey's for the true title. All read "Johnny Hennessey's". Now all of those are on the west side of Robinson and could not find any signs still left on the east side.
Remember the midget that worked for the muffler and tailpipe company further south and on the east side of Robinson? My Dad once said the guy was suing the city for building the sidewalks too close to his ass!!
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His name was Jack Patton and he probably tried the law suit.....

Had to go downtown and decided to come back via Robinson to check
Hennessey's for the true title. All read "Johnny Hennessey's". Now all of those
are on the west side of Robinson and could not find any signs still left on the
east side.

Maybe Buddy was a brother or something. I remember dealing with Buddy
most of the time.

I can think of it either offhand. They are who "fenced" my stolen hubcaps. Grrrrrrrr

There is a diner that sounds very much like that near the Union Bus Depot called "The Lunch Box," which was run for years by a Greek family here in OKC; it closed when the owner retired, but reopened under the same name by someone who presumably had worked their as a cook. Dunno if its the same place, but my understanding is the new owner tried to retain the old recipes, etc.

It is still a great place to eat and has maintained the "regulars" for years. In fact the "regulars" have their own reserved tables. Great Ruben and homemade pies and cobbler.

I can think of it either offhand. They are who "fenced" my stolen hubcaps.
Grrrrrrrr

It was Hennessey's. However, some of us are debating whether or not it was
Buddy or Johnny.

Here are my theories:
1. Buddy originally owned it and sold it to a relative named Johnny.
2. Johnny killed Buddy during a card game and took over the business.
3. Somebody named the place as a cover to fence stolen tires.
4. Neither existed and it was owned by Alan Merrill who sold tires to the
Mexican market.
5. It's too late and I need to go to sleep.
6. Soonergirl26 is really Shelley Fabres. Has anyone seen "Ride the Wild
Surf"? I believe Shelley Fabres is really Soonergirl!
7. Why isn't she called spartangirl68?
8. It really is late!
9. My theories don't hold water...
10. Prunette is hollerin' at me to close the laptop and go to bed.
11. If I don't stop then Darlin' Darla is going to get on this thread and I'm
toast.
12. OY!
13. That's Yiddish for OY!
14. I'm not Yiddish. Why am I speaking Yiddish?
15. Generals64 is someone else.

Wasnt "Wiggins" up north of Hennessey's?

It is still a great place to eat and has maintained the "regulars" for years. In fact the "regulars" have their own reserved tables. Great Ruben and homemade pies and cobbler.
The Lunch Box has ALWAYS been a gathering place for "Gays" and others, "Not that there is anything wrong with that" to quote Jerry Seindeld! I ate there back in November, not to good anymore...

The Lunch Box has ALWAYS been a gathering place for "Gays" and others, "Not that there is anything wrong with that" to quote Jerry Seindeld! I ate there back in November, not to good anymore...

I wish someone would slap Jerry Seinfeld tell him to stop whining and make him blow his nose!! I know that if I am going to hell my punishment will be listening to Jerry Seinfeld and Bob Dylan having a conversation that never ends!!!:evilsmile

rememeber hubcap annie that was on I believe nw 23rd, seemed they had a bajillion hubcaps I wonder what happened to all those when they closed they would be worth a small fortune now.

remember hubcap annie that was on I believe nw 23rd, seemed they had a
bajillion hubcaps I wonder what happened to all those when they closed they
would be worth a small fortune now.

Wasn't there a place on NW Expressway with that name? On the north side
of the street about 2 blocks east of Independence.

Wasn't there a place on NW Expressway with that name? On the north side
of the street about 2 blocks east of Independence.

What the hell are you doing going that far north? You know the dividing lines!! OH ATLANTIS:omg:

What the hell are you doing going that far north? You know the dividing
lines!! OH ATLANTIS:omg:

I got lost.

Atlantis was at SW 29th and May.

"OH ATLANTIS! That was Billy the Mountain dressed up like Donovan and appearing on the wall mounted t.v. screen. Jeff is flipping out. Road fatigue. We got to get him back before Zappa finds out and puts it in his movie. Jeff! Jeff it's me Eddie............

"OH ATLANTIS! That was Billy the Mountain dressed up like Donovan and
appearing on the wall mounted t.v. screen. Jeff is flipping out. Road fatigue.
We got to get him back before Zappa finds out and puts it in his movie. Jeff!
Jeff it's me Eddie...

I'd say I know what you're talking about but it might ruin my ruined
reputation. I wouldn't be caught dead with 'just another band from L.A.' or
worse, two creepy guys named Flo and Eddie. However, I've stayed in, at
least, 200 Motels.

How come you're the only person on OKC Talk after midnight? Not the song.

Wasn't there a place on NW Expressway with that name? On the north side
of the street about 2 blocks east of Independence.
I don't remember one that far north but there might have been one there, probably where Sonic is now and was formerly the Bubba's BBQ original location. I knew of one not too far from my parents on 10th Street just west of Meridian.

I don't remember one that far north but there might have been one there,
probably where Sonic is now and was formerly the Bubba's BBQ original
location.

It was a hub cap place before it was Bubba's.

I'd say I know what you're talking about but it might ruin my ruined
reputation. I wouldn't be caught dead with 'just another band from L.A.' or
worse, two creepy guys named Flo and Eddie. However, I've stayed in, at
least, 200 Motels.

How come you're the only person on OKC Talk after midnight? Not the song.

Because I am the only person worth talking too. Have some very deep conversations on my own! Ruben and the Jets?

Because I am the only person worth talking too. Have some very deep conversations on my own! Ruben and the Jets?
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Don't you two guys ever sleep?????Ruben and the jets......?????

Don't you two guys ever sleep? Ruben and the jets?

It's a long story, and I never sleep.

It's a long story, and I never sleep.

So you are a VAMpicker!

It's a long story, and I never sleep.

I was thinking that it really isn't a long story but to many it wouldn't make sense. I only sleep while I am driving.
It looks more and more like while Prune was playing on stage I was playing in the crowd. But then again I don't think a place would be able to survive if we both were there at the same time!
But the Civic Center did!
Hand me one of those little blue things................

So you are a VAMpicker!

Is ya'll 'dat same fruitcake who called 'dat 80's Calais a '72 Monte Carlo?

Don't never call me a VAMpicker, whatever 'dat is.

Ya'll is psycho. Reeeeeeal psycho.

'72 Monte Carlo my...

OUCH!

Prunette is still a whackin' me upside 'da haid.

Is ya'll 'dat same fruitcake who called 'dat 80's Calais a '72 Monte Carlo?

Don't never call me a VAMpicker, whatever 'dat is.

Ya'll is psycho. Reeeeeeal psycho.

'72 Monte Carlo my...

OUCH!

Prunette is still a whackin' me upside 'da haid.

Quick! Here's some of them blue things! They'll help..................

Quick! Here's some of them blue things! They'll help...

You're a kook. I can tell.

You're a kook. I can tell.

You bet! And I have the papers to prove it!!!

Remember when shopping at mathis brothers meant going down on western, and then going by the public market and picking up a watermelon, and if it was a really good day we got to go by Hollies around the corner...yummm.

Remember when shopping at mathis brothers meant going down on western, and then going by the public market and picking up a watermelon, and if it was a really good day we got to go by Hollies around the corner...yummm.
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Forget Mathis Brothers and the market....Go to Hollies ...Onion Rings deluxe please and a side order of liquid juice please....

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Forget Mathis Brothers and the market....Go to Hollies ...Onion Rings deluxe please and a side order of liquid juice please....

Don't forget The Bacon Burger and BBQ sandwiches. Nobody made them better!

Forget Mathis Brothers and the market... Go to Hollies... Onion Rings deluxe
please and a side order of liquid juice please...

I liked the fried chicken and the roll with honey. Pennington's in Tulsa was
very similar.

Okay, tell the truth.

How many times did you order a beer at Hollie's only to have the hop turn
around and leave with it because you were too young?

It only happened to me every Friday and Saturday night.

Man now I am hungry for a 99 cent footlong at DQ

I have one about a mile from my house here in Austin, had a Peanut Buster Parfait last night.

Okay, tell the truth.

How many times did you order a beer at Hollie's only to have the hop turn
around and leave with it because you were too young?

It only happened to me every Friday and Saturday night.

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I will stand on the FIFTH.....Whatever.....

Man now I am hungry for a 99 cent footlong at DQ

Do you remember National Hot Dog Day at DQ?

I will stand on the FIFTH... Whatever...

Probably under it, too.

Probably under it, too.

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Whatever:..............What were we talking about?..........Oh that Fifth....Do you remember what Mr. Hollie carried with him when he walked the parking lot????I'm sure USG60 remembers...Right Dude...?the Wanna Be's can't answer this question....Huh?????

Whatever... What were we talking about? Oh that Fifth... Do you remember
what Mr. Hollie carried with him when he walked the parking lot? I'm sure
USG60 remembers... Right Dude? the Wanna Be's can't answer this question...
Huh?

A gun or a beer. A flashlight to look for change the hops dropped. A night
stick.

A gun or a beer. A flashlight to look for change the hops dropped. A night
stick.
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Don't tell anyone else, let's see if they can guess it. He carried a small baseball bat....No problem mr. Hollie....

Don't tell anyone else, let's see if they can guess it. He carried a small
baseball bat... No problem Mr. Hollie...

Oh, man. Why didn't I remember that one?

I do remember when the Corvette club would meet there and take up the
whole south end of the place. Sometimes more.

Hollie's is the first place I saw my Dad drink a beer. Yes. A beer and rings. He may have salted both.