WOW! That's a lot of events ... some of which I share with you.<quoted text>
Thanks for the reply. thought I would share a few other memories of Newport News.
The childs fitting chair built into the wall at Hofheimer's at Newmarket Shopping Center. I was in that chair the day my Mom and I heard that JFK was shot in Dallas.
Mr. Bailey cutting my hair at NM barber shop.
The "weather ball" as part of the early NM shopping center sign. It changed colors to predict the weather.
The rabbits that lived in the court yard at Parkview School.
The old Principal Mrs Campbell's portrait on the wall. First thing you saw when you walked in the main doors of Parkview. Remember the braids?
Newmarket flooding knee deep during big storms.
A fellow student at Parkview named Robert Gresham being murdered. I think by his step father?
Snow that seems now to have been two feet deep then.
Being afraid to walk around the big baskets of crabs on Red's Pier.
Parkview Little League then Babe Ruth League.
Pete Drummond's Oyster Shak at the boat harbor. I remember the window seals of that place were filled with old Indian pipes the oystermen had given him. He taught me to love raw oysters by occasionaly putting an unpolished real pearl in one of my dozen.
Fishing with my Dad on Lester Haynes boat in Hampton Roads and catching big croaker and spot two at a time.
My Dad told me that in the early days of Red's Pier you could rent a boat, row out a little ways past the end of the pier, and catch croaker with the bottom fins so red it looked like blood was dripping off of them. All the croaker I ever saw had yellow fins? Funny Stuff. Today I was homesick all day long.
When I lived on 72nd St, I would get my hair cut at the Newmarket barber shop. I don't remember the names of any of the barbers.
I don't remember any rabbits at Parkview ES, but I have vivid images in my mind of the back schoolyard. I can still hear the acorns crunch beneath my feet from the oaks; my "safe" play area was the vicinity of the brick sewage pumping station. I don't recall that it smelled bad, though.
I remember Newmarket Shopping Center parking lot flooding to knee level after a particularly vicious thunderstorm. I am guessing the Newmarket Creek and the storm drains were all overwhelmed, so I waded over to Wickham and tried to work my way south to 72nd. That took me across Newmarket Creek just south of 74th St, and it got chest deep there. I swam down to 72nd, took a right, and emerged from the flood waters at my front door.
There were still large rental rowboats at Red's in the early 60s, but I seem to recall more of them in the mid-50s. Most days the waters of the James were clear enough to see the bottom through 6 feet or more. We fished from the pier many summer nights; we bought shrimp for bait at the Colonial Store located at the northeast corner of Virginia Ave and Military Hwy.(The building is still there, now a union hall). Later in life, I thought it odd to eat shrimp, as I had only known them as fish bait.
I could go on ... and on ... and on ...