The Walrus Says
Do you know the name of a doo-wop number sung by The Rays with the lyrics, “Let me in or else I’ll knock down your door?” How about “Musical demon set your honey a-dreamin’ won’t you play me some rag?” sung by many, but most notably by Bing Crosby? You’ll find the answers at the concert, which includes a wonderful menu of sea shanties, doo-wop, glee and some classical. You’ll get a chance to sing back during singalongs.
Concert tickets are $7 at the door.
Saturday is also Janet LaBranche’s birthday. Her family says she is “60 and sensational.” Hugs, please.
Peter C. Pemantell identified Justus Pease’s poser as Rockwell’s “Somebody’s Watching Me.” “It made the list of 1984’s most horrible hits,” he added.
Commenting on his question about the color of St. Mark Church, Peter C. Pemantell said the answers were only partial. “No one mentioned the dark green trim, which made the old church such a beautiful structure.” Further reminiscing, Peter wrote, “I remember Windy Wilson down at the West Ferry teaching kids how to swim every summer when I was growing up on Ocean Avenue. How many people remember my uncle Rueben Pemantell and his old shack down at West Ferry where everyone would gather to tell stories?”
Peter also asks, “Who was the walking mailman in the ’40s, ’50s and ’60s who delivered mail all over town?” Hint: His initials were SC and his hobby was making his own jigsaw puzzles.
No response to Peter’s previous question, “What was the name of the nursing home on East Shore Road that was torn down years ago and who were the owners?”
We predict a mild winter. The squirrels’ tails are not bushy.
With all our knowledge, why can’t we come up with a return mail envelope that won’t seal itself in humid weather?
Our comment about the state DOT’s lack of attention to the proposed fishing pier in Saunderstown brought this note from John A. Murphy:
“You really pressed a hot button for me with your comment on the trestle portion of the old Jamestown Bridge, lying unused in the west passage of Narragansett Bay.
“There is nothing unsafe about that structure for pedestrian use. I submit that any fair-minded evaluation would reach that conclusion. It probably could last 100 years with very little structural maintenance.
“Hidden forces are at work making sure that no fishing pier ever is allowed at that site. These forces have managed to get the trestle declared unsafe. Perhaps it may be unsafe for vehicular use, but when do you ever see a vehicle driving out on the pier at Naples, Fla., or any other place where community piers are an important focal point for local recreation and relaxation.
“The real objective is to get this very usable treasure torn down. And then these forces will make darn sure that no replacement pier is ever built.”
...there’s a song in my heart... our romance had its start.
As we kept an eye on Bill last week, we received the following from my little brother, Bruce, who lives on St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands: “I think our luck has run out. This was supposed to be a normal to subnormal storm season. However, we are getting tropical storm Ana on Monday followed by maybe a cat 2 hurricane in our back yard later in the week. I spent four hours this morning trimming palm trees. Tomorrow, more of the same, plus moving all the potted plants. All the hurricane shields are ready to go, got plenty of gasoline for the generator, and water, etc. And we can make many martinis, too.”
Batten down, Bruce!
Jim Pemantell asked us to add to his list of reunion thank yous: Naomi Collart Nelson and the Town Council for its proclamation.
On that note, our Ohio correspondent Phyllis Anderson wrote to say what a super job Jim did in getting the Carr/Clarke students together. “Not having been at Ft. Getty since we moved in 1943, I couldn’t imagine how the pavilion really would hold 306 people. Only four of us from the class of 1938 were there, Regina (Littlefield) Gagne, Annie (Vierra) Busse, Ed Morinho and myself. I think that my biggest surprise and pleasure was that after reading my name tag so many people stopped me to say how much they enjoyed my items in the Walrus.
“Regina took me over to Judy’s house to see all she had collected for the occasion. She even had a picture of my dad (he looked so young) and Earl Roberts. Being my dad, I guess I never paid attention to his looks! I just recently learned from his obituary in an old scrapbook that at the age of 31, he was the youngest superintendent in Rhode Island (Mr. Bradley was school superintendent on the island from 1933 to 1943).
“I’ve been back to Jamestown many times and the island keeps changing with each year. The fog the day I arrived was so thick you could hardly see the rocks at Beavertail and forget about seeing the homes on “The Dumplings,” as they are all hidden by high brush and large trees. Some of those homes used to be “show places,” not anymore.
I had a great vacation! Saw the people who I hadn’t seen in years. And, I had my favorite meal: scallops. We have to drive an hour from here to get seafood. Plenty of shrimp in the grocery store, but never scallops. I hated any kind of seafood when we lived on the island. I would go hungry rather than have fish my dad always caught at Beavertail or the clams and quahogs he dug. Now, I pay big money for a cup of clam chowder or any kind of fish.”
*** Stay true!
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