When I wrote last Sunday’s column I left out two early clubs in Denison and one of the many across Red River. John Crawford reminded me of one and I later remembered the other two.
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You might say that Denison had a newspaper before there was a Denison.
We just observed Memorial Day, a time when we remember all the military men and women who have given their lives fighting for their country. There is another military day that we remember every year that took place 70 years ago at Normandy when Operation Overlord, also known as D-Day, signaled the beginning of the end to World War II in Europe.
Having been at home for the last two weeks recovering from rotator cuff surgery, I have listened to a lot of music and watched a lot of television. With my arm in a sling, there wasn’t a lot more I could do – no driving, no turning my arm in several different directions, no lifting, no typing and lots of other “don’ts.”
Almost daily we hear about acts of bravery by people who are remembered as heroes. Earl G. Thurman Jr., was one of those people who as a soldier during World War II was honored “For gallantry in action near Abucay Hacienda, Bataan on Jan. 20, 1942.”
Today is Mother’s Day, a holiday celebrated on the second Sunday in May in honor of all mothers.
Everyone makes a big deal about talking on telephones today, but between 1886 and 1918 Denisonians already were talking on the telephone. In fact, there were two telephone companies in town.
In 1874, a spectacular scene took place on Main Street one evening during September. I forgot to state that it was a staged scene.
During the days of World War I when soldiers were transported across the United States on trains and troop trucks, there was a small haven in Denison where the soldiers, mostly young men, could grab a sandwich, a piece of fried chicken, a piece of cake, some cookies, a candy bar, a piece of fudge or coffee or a cold drink.
From time to time I am asked about the early day bottling companies in Denison and Sherman. Most of the time I cannot locate the information that I know I have. Today I have some of that information in my hands.
While thumbing through one of my three ring notebooks trying to decide what this column would be, a headline, “Denison Boasted 40 Saloons in 1890,” jumped out at me. How in the world could there have been 40 saloons in the young town of Denison?
In the years between 1880 and 1959 if you were homeless, orphaned or had no family and were mentally ill with no place to go, there was a place that became known as the Grayson County Poor Farm that might have been a haven for you.
Did you ever look for something in every possible place that you thought you might have put it before you gave up and went on to something else? I seem to be doing that over and over.
Several years ago a garden club asked me to talk about one of my favorite subjects, but this time with a “twist.” I did a lot of research for this talk and don’t remember having written a column about it.
Fifteen years ago, a group of former Denison High School students got together in Denton and formed an informal group that became known as the Denton Lunch Bunch. On Wednesday, that group and many other former DHS students will be coming home to Denison for their first-ever Lunch Bunch meeting in their home town.
We are all familiar with the double underpass leaving Crawford Street from Houston Avenue to Lamar Avenue, which approaches the turn to Eisenhower Birthplace, and on to Crockett Avenue.
This column is a little different than most. While looking for something I haven’t written about previously I came across a group of pictures with cutlines from the early days. I don’t have room to run all the pictures, but the cutlines give some interesting information including names and I thought readers might like to know just how many musical groups the early days had.
Recently we wrote a column on the “bad guys” who inhabited Denison for short periods of time. But not all of the colorful characters around town were bad. Some of them were just plain “colorful.” Some of these characters were still around entertaining the citizens with their antics well into the 1960s.
Brief, one paragraph bits of information were often used as “fillers” in newspapers in the “olden days” before I was working full time at The Denison Herald. Some of them were very interesting, but left you wanting more information about the subject.
There is just no end to interesting stories about Denison’s past. I recently found an undated story written by former Denison Herald editor Claud Easterly that related how W.E. Koop of Wichita, Kan. had spent a day in Denison looking into shady chapters in the town’s past. Needless to say, he went home with some good stories.
In 1887, two doors west of the State National Bank at 300 W. Main, was an elegant building that had been built in 1884, where Denisonians in this young Texas town could purchase their groceries, produce and feed.
Have you noticed that when we sit down to watch a television program, nine times out of 10 we are bombarded with advertisements from pharmaceutical companies pushing medications for some ailment? Chances are pretty good that most of these are the high priced pills that our insurance companies will pay little or no part of the cost for the medicine.
Sunday I heard someone say “I’ve had a falling out with Mother Nature.” That statement probably is true to many of us living here in North Texas where we usually have only one session with ice and snow during a winter. Here it is March and Sunday and Monday had us shut down again.
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