Boiled Ice Cubes and Memories

I was thinking back this week to a time when I could brush my teeth and let the water run, or didn't have ice cubes that were previously boiled.  That walk down memory lane inspired me to offer another set of memories of a simpler, less complicated time in Falmouth, when guys like Manny Rapoza and Nate Ellis would have desalinated ocean water with burlap bags before they let us go a week without water. 

Anyway, this reminiscing reminded me of another Falmouth - like when you got a glass of water when seated at the Friendly's in the Falmouth Plaza where the Dynasty Buffet is now, and got a grilled cheese and a smile from Bob Anthony.  How about a simpler time in Falmouth when Harvey was the Postmaster in Hatchville and you could catch a family movie at the drive-in theater near Falmouth Lumber?  Yes, times were simpler then.

There was no E-coli to contend with back in those days at the Surf Drive Bathhouse, just an efficient and confident Ellen Mitchell, who ran the beaches with a loving but firm hand.  Back then, you could get a slice at the Leaning Tower of Pizza on Main Street across from St. Pat's, or a sandwich at the lunch counter at Woolworth's.  That pizza joint on Main Street became one of the early locations for fresh produce from Jack in the Beanstalk, later making a stop (in no particular order) at the Heights corner in the old Howard Johnson's building, on the site of the bank at the corner of Scranton Ave., and in a super-produce store on Davis Straits where Papa Gino's is now, before coming to its current home in North Falmouth.  I read where they will sprout another store near the High School lights with locally grown produce.  Nice work, Bobby and Steve - that harkens back to a simpler time as well. 

Tough times like these call for a little revisiting of times past, when civic pride was flying high, along with patrons leaving the Oar & Anchor at the site of the current Peking Palace, or the Port ‘O Call at the Falmouth Hotel.  I remember a couple of license hearings on that one.  The regulars from the Towne Tavern weren't happy with me when we tried to limit their hours and insisted they were simply guilty by association.  They were right.  The TT is still going strong, and the Falmouth Hotel is but a memory.  

Yes, those memories comfort us as we reach for the Poland Spring to cook our spaghetti as we listen to the blame game on FCTV.  Memories like when you could buy new cars just about anywhere in Falmouth - Pontiacs across from the DQ, Hudsons in the Heights, Chevys from H.C. on Main Street, and Fords in Teaticket across from Joe's Driving Range. 

Back in those days, you might get a room at the Vidalia motel in East Falmouth, near the Fire Station at the Davisville Lights, but you couldn't stay at a friend's house in Fisherman's Cove down the street, as it was strawberry fields forever down there.   You could, though, pick up a bottle at Three Way Liquors.  How many know the three?  They were local businessmen Frank Stone (of Barbershop fame), George Lebherz, and Jim Wynne.

At Christmastime, you could count on Harvey's Hardware (on Main Street before it moved behind the Plaza) to have live animals, then get a cup of coffee at the Shady Nook near what is now the Chamber building, and maybe attend the VNA nursing ‘fete' at the Village Green.  I loved buying trees from the FHS seniors years later in the Bradlee's parking lot. 

Does anyone miss having a KFC in Teaticket?  If you remember that, than you surely remember the Tataket Square restaurant down the road a bit, and even the Blueberry Muffin at the site of Mary's Dream (in the A-frame) down further still.

Right around the time when my sister Dena was the first Falmouth girl to be allowed to play Little League in '74, you could get a good meal in East Falmouth at Danny Kaye's, before Bobby and Susie Wong took over the location and brought the east end its first Chinese restaurant in Golden Sails. 

Before bottled water was big and back when we didn't need it, you could get a cold soda at Donohue's grocery at the corner of Trotting Park Road on your way to getting a sandwich at Comoli's behind the Curtis Compact. 

All this walking down Memory Lane is making me thirsty.  I guess I'll have to melt a couple of previously boiled ice cubes... welcomes thoughtful comments and the varied opinions of our readers. We are in no way obligated to post or allow comments that our moderators deem inappropriate. We reserve the right to delete comments we perceive as profane, vulgar, threatening, offensive, racially-biased, homophobic, slanderous, hateful or just plain rude. Commenters may not attack or insult other commenters, readers or writers. Commenters who persist in posting inappropriate comments will be banned from commenting on