Here is a small sampling of blogs and pages on west Fulton county development.
I am also including another excerpt from the mystery book of West End memoirs. There is not a chapter that the awesome Robert Davenport has sent that hasn't been great. Gigantic thanks to him and to GN for getting us in touch.
I am listening to Delaney and Bonnie right now- really great stuff as they say and perfect for the most sultry sickening hot humid hazy weather here in Panama City right now. My friend SC sent me a quiz and one of the questions was: Where are the 4 places you'd rather be right now? She answered: Florida, Florida, Florida, ans inexplicibly, Idaho. I replied, trade, trade, trade, ? Go to Pine Mountian, or Helen, or go sit under a white oak. Send me a picture!
By "Doug Davis"
The Post War years
My dad wasn't getting wealthy working for the railroad as a
clerk in their tariff office, so it was good that we had his
parents home to live in. Soon after the war was over the oldest of
my brothers married his high school sweetheart and they moved all
the way to Marietta, that may sound strange now but it could be
considered a long distance back then .My mom and myself used to
catch the streetcar to go to Marietta to see them, especially after
her first grandchild was born. That streetcar ride to Marietta was
always an experience, the tracks ran right alongside the road for
most of the way and you could always tell that the streetcar was
going really fast because you were passing cars, Plus it was a long
ride out there so we had to start early on the days that we made
that trip. Sometimes when we went in the car my friend Thomas would
go with us, and sometimes even the other best friend Billy would
also go along with us .We really liked the times when we all went
to Marietta because just a short walk from my brothers house was
what we called the "scrap yard", anyway it was where many many big
parts of war planes were awaiting disassembly to be sold for scrap,
now we found several that had the entire pilots compartment still
intact, so that was a natural for three young boys to play in.
Billy, Thomas and myself flew scores of missions in those things
over Germany shooting down many Nazi aircraft, and then sometimes
we flew make believe missions over Tokyo and other cities in Japan
that we never knew the name of. But we dropped hundreds of bombs
and yelled "bombs away" and "bogey at 9 o'clock" so one of us 9
year olds could say I shot down 3 planes. We often were able to
play on those old wrecks for quite some time before a watchman came
by and ran us out of the place. And you can be sure that the very
next time we all went there we were right back helping fight that
Note on 'memoir': This was purported to have been found by the memoirist's son. The folks who have examined this feel that all the names have been scrambled but that it is a true depiction of the writer's life. If anyone has any info regarding these exerpts, please contact me!
Southside memory: I was elementary school age in the 1970s. We still played WWII on the playground, with elaborate bunkers dug into the red clay and forts behind fallen trees. These were long running set pieces with characters, etc; World of Warcraft without a computer.
Additional note: See 'The Best Years of Our Lives', here.