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Remember When

  • Remember When: One last Main Street stroll with Mr. Bill

    Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away in July, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we have continued to publish them in his honor. Alas, this is the final one.

    Well sir, three or four of us local boys had just finished going over the latest newspapers over at the library and decided to sit a spell under the shade trees.
    Just over to one side was Lancaster’s main drag. All of us had grown up on that six or seven blocks of history.

  • Remember When: A yard full of trees, an apple pie in the window

    Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away in July, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we will continue to publish them until we run out, in his honor.

    The telephone note on my desk was asking for an immediate reply.
    Talk about a quick response – I made it! No, the house wasn’t on fire. Mr. Hagins down at Railway Express had called, and our fruit trees had arrived.

  • Remember When: Getting stuff done early on a steamy summer day

    Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away in July, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we will continue to publish them from time to time until we run out, in his honor.

    Didn’t seem like the sun was up yet and Mama was shaking the cover and rousting me out of bed. It was a Tuesday, and either Aunt Bess or Mama had one of those afternoon ladies’ meetings.

  • Remember When: Orange box, rut in grass, but I’m not complaining

    Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away last month, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we will continue to publish them until we run out, in his honor.

    It has a bright orange color, so we sort of want it hidden out of sight. At least it ain’t as bad as them pink flamingos a neighbor once had.
    Mine used to be red, but it’s a bit faded now. The orange box is there so my newspaper carrier knows where to deposit my paper.

  • Remember When: Learning the value of telling the truth

    Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away this month, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we will continue to publish them until we run out, in his honor.

    It was the worst of times. America and the rest of the world was at war. All up and down Chesterfield Avenue, boys and girls were collecting old newspapers, aluminum pots, rubber tires and hose pipes. This was our first taste of recycling, and that word hadn’t even been invented yet.

  • Remember When: Another dose of ‘war is hell’ at Gettysburg

    Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away last week, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we will continue to publish them until we run out, in his honor.

    No matter where you are, you need some old work clothes. An old Stetson that I’ve been holding onto for years is ideal to shade my brow, and those Red Camel faded blue work pants and old Air Force blue dress shirt pretty much takes care of it for me.

  • Remember When: Old shopkeeper, or maybe angel, cheered me up

    Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away last week, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we will continue to publish them until we run out, in his honor.

    Strange things do happen. Let me run this one by you.
    I’m 500 miles from home, and seems I cannot get away from Donald, Hillary and Bernie. Of course it’s good to know what is going on. The weather in Maryland has finally changed from daily rain to long periods of sunshine and gentle breezes.

  • It’s Kids Day at Mr. Parr’s movie house

    Our tribute to Bill Evans

    From editor Brian Melton:

    When Bill Evans died this week, we still had a handful of his columns that we hadn’t gotten around to running. With his family’s permission, we will publish them over the next few weeks. 

  • Remember When: U.S. Army comes to tractor’s rescue

    There was plenty of excitement during World War II when the Army trucks came roaring along Chesterfield Avenue.

    We had never seen anything like it. Army boys would toss stuff out to us. One time the convoy was so big, they had to stop right in front of our house.

  • Remember When: Scary Stuff

    To tell the truth, I ain’t scared, ‘cepting when I hear noises coming from places where they ought not to.
    Me and Mama, as usual, went to the Parr Picture Show for Jackpot Night and the movie was one of them good old Charlie Chan ones about ghosts inside of an old castle. Boy, I sat on the edge of my seat until the picture was over.
    You know, on the walk home, it seemed that there were a lot more shadows along the tree-lined walkway. Oh well, it was still too early for bedtime, so I turned on the radio and some scary stories were being broadcast.