Update 10-23-12

Hi,

 

Assorted notes, several connected:

 

From Steve Cahn:  My recollection is that the restaurant along Sunrise Highway was first called the Steak Pub and then Cooky's Steak Pub.  It was the biggest restaurant I had ever seen, and it was the first time I had ever seen a "salad bar," as we've come to know them.  It was built to look like a castle, if I remember correctly.

 

From Zelda White Nichols:  Andy Dolich's creek-fishing memory sparked one of my own.  My dad lived to fish and started my love of fishing when I was about five-years-old.  Spring and fall, we would go flounder fishing out of Hewlett Bay.  We also often fished in a creek that ran through a golf course, and I remember my dad getting hit by an errant golf ball on his shoulder.  It left a terrible bruise and must have been really painful, but he just kept on fishing.  It couldn't have been too far away because we lived on Peninsula Boulevard near what was called Five Corners (I think).  There used to be a bus stop on a traffic circle, the bus stop was in front of a gas station, and that was the bus I took to school every day.  I was able to ride my bike to the dock of Hewlett Bay all the time.

    I still love to fish, and if anyone wants to swap neat fishing experiences, you can e-mail me at: zelda.nichols @ high-rock-lake . com   I think my coolest one was fishing in the pond in the middle of the NASCAR race track in Homestead, Florida.  We were fishing for peacock bass and our guide had private rights because he'd helped stock the pond.

 

From Dave Greenberg:  Thanks for the trip down memory lane.  A special shout-out to Amy Miller.  Hi, Amy.  The creek was my home.  I was taught water skiing and gardening by Mr. Estro, a neighbor a couple doors down.  We all fished every day it seems like from the Zimmermans' dock.  I had many boats.  I progressed from a sea skiff that my dad thought would be unsinkable to a 16-foot runabout.  At low tide, we would be able to push the boat under the bridge on Francis Lewis Bouldvard, and then we had eight hours to get back.  I made many trips to Sheepshead Bay and would pick up my cousin Ira.  These were great memories.  I would pull the boat up to sandy beaches next to runways at JFK and have the place all to myself.  I would take my boat to school and pick up things for my mom on Mill Road.  Anyway, a great childhood.  I now live in the Siskiyou Mountains near Happy Camp, California.  Love to all.

 

[Rich -- Sorry, I just had to find out about this.  From Wikipedia:  The town of Happy Camp "The Heart of the Klamath" is located on State Route 96, about 70 miles west of Interstate 5.  The population was 1,190 at the 2010 census.  The shortest route to Oregon is a seasonal summer road and is not cleared or maintained in snowy conditions.  Prior to 1851, the area now occupied by Happy Camp was the ancestral homeland of the Karuk tribe.  Karuk means "up-river people."  Their cousins, the Yurok, are the "down-river people."  The town of Happy Camp is also known as the "Gateway to the Marbles."  Situated at above 1,000 feet in elevation, camping is one of the biggest summer tourism draws, and there are many trailheads within ten miles of the town.  The Marble Mountains cover thousands of acres and contain almost a hundred lakes.  One of the most interesting is Spirit Lake, which contains a luminescent chemical and has been seen to "glow" in the dark.  Deer, bear, elk, quail, turkey, and mountain lion are common, and the Klamath River and surrounding creeks are famous for their salmon.  The rainy autumns, winters, and springs provide ideal conditions for mushrooms, and these are harvested by local mushroom hunters, who receive anywhere from $7 to $50 per pound for their efforts.  Mining in Happy Camp is not generally a recreational activity, although many people here make a living mining for gold.]

 

From Robert Fiveson:  About the creek:  I remember that right under the bridge were a lot of eels -- and panties.   And about hooking fish using your spawn sacs:  that takes hillbilly hand lining to a more intimate and painful level.

From Ed Albrecht:  A short note on things living in "The Creek."  I was on my way to spear fishing for carp one sunny afternoon, and right in front of Jimmy Karl's house, Wham!  Spear right through my foot!  The brave soul I am, I pulled it out, barb and all, and thinking, "All is OK," I proceed to the creek that was across from where Robert Cairns lived.  I went traipsing through the water, catching absolutely nothing. 

    By the time I got home and told my mom what had happened, my left foot was twice its normal size.  Next came Dr. McCauley, who not only made house calls but also delivered all six of us kids.  He gave me a tetanus shot and antibiotics and told my mother it was lucky we didn't delay calling him, as soon after, I would possibly have lost my foot.   It all beat getting my tongue caught on my sled during the winter.  Needless to say, a few days later, I was back out with my spear in hand.  Can't remember what age this was, but I would guess I was between ten and twelve years old.

 

And from Zelda again:  Has anyone heard of the Gershon’s of Long Island delis?  Evidently, there are a few springing up in the east, and although the one in Murrell’s Inlet, near our beach houses in South Carolina, has been around for a while, I had never tried it until this past week.  It’s the first time since I moved away from Long Island that I had “real” New York deli food, and I thought I was in heaven.  My first meal was blueberry blintzes and a to-die-for egg cream.  It was as good as I remembered, and a few days later, still drooling for another, I went back and loaded up with a potato knish, fresh-made, a mile-high, corned-beef-on-rye sandwich, and, yes, another egg cream.  Their menu also boasts pickled herring, matzoh ball soup, and chopped liver.  If anyone ever visits the Myrtle Beach area, I recommend a day trip to Brookgreen Gardens and Huntington Beach State Park, which all used to be part of the Huntington Estate.  And stop in at Gershon’s for breakfast or lunch, if you, too, are homesick for good deli food.  It’s only a few miles away.

A question, from Barbara Blitfield Pech:  Please let me know if you think it's a very young Willie Nelson singing "Itsy Bitsy Spider."  Toys of the 1950s:  youtube . com/watch? v=HZE3tOV4Zl8&feature=related

Finally, happy birthday, Nancy Garfield.  And to Judy Schuman, while I'm at it.  I'm pretty sure her birthday's on the 31st.  And several other people have birthdays in here, too, so happy birthday all.

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Rich