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03/21/19 06:43 PM #3898    

 

Steven Levinson

Columbia Parkway in Cincinnati is US Highway 50, is it not?


03/22/19 01:21 AM #3899    

 

Philip Spiess

David:  In 1959 we took a family trip by car from Cincinnati to California via the southern route, ending up in San Diego (the true beginning of our California trip).  Looking at a map, in those days we must have gone by Route 66, now apparently Interstate 40 (or thereabouts).  I well remember the day we crossed the desert:  anticipating heat (it was July), we began at 4:00 in the morning, and somewhere around noon we purchased a car "air-conditioner" at a desert gas station; it was filled with water and hung on the window and the air passing through it as we drove "cooled" the air in the car from about 114 degrees F. to about 102 degrees F.  We were all glad when we reached San Diego and had a wonderful steak dinner in an air-conditioned restaurant.  (Any of you remember the early days of air-conditioning, when movie theaters and motels advertised "Air Conditioned" and "It's Cool inside!"?)

Steve:  I believe you're right.  Overall, U. S. Route 50 is probably the most interesting highway in America (though if you follow old Route 40 or old Route 66 you get some great historical experiences, too.)

Lee:  Evidently the group you saw were bare-back riders (that can be a vicious cycle).


03/22/19 08:29 PM #3900    

 

Bruce Fette

All,

I took route 66 from St. Louis to Flagstaff when I graduated from UC. It was a very interesting drive once I got past west Texas. Getting past West  Texas seemed to take a full day. I drove all night across New Mexico watching the stars with the top down. I stopped at the painted desert in Arizona and waited for them  to open the park at 8:00 AM. Then on to Flagstaff. But the drop down into Phoenix from Flagstaff was astonishing - yes blazing hot. I immediately stopped at a Plymouth dealer to get AC. Which was not nearly enough help on a convertible. Yes it was somewhat disappointing when they converted 66 into 40. Not nearly as charming.

My favorite road in Nevada is 375 - the ET highway. Of course its best done at 2:00 AM, Thats when the action is.

 

 

 

 


03/23/19 01:41 AM #3901    

 

Philip Spiess

The ET highway?  2:00 a.m.?  Eh?


03/23/19 06:53 AM #3902    

 

Paul Simons

Add me to the highway crew. In about 1971, a big black broken-down Cadillac "Drive-Away Car", Pittsburgh PA to San Somebody CA. It broke down and had to be repaired in Boulder CO. It did carry us across the Bonneville Salt Flats setting a World Lack Of Speed record that still stands today. It was junk that some fool from California bought from his boss at some convention they were both attending. I managed to get it to the curb outside his house in San Somebody, got my money and ran. I doubt if it ever ran again.

03/23/19 07:00 AM #3903    

 

Jerry Ochs

Quick question. 

Am I the only one in the class of '64 who hunts horsetails and eats them cooked in soy sauce as an early taste of spring?

 


03/24/19 04:47 PM #3904    

 

Dale Gieringer

We don't have horsetails in our neighborhood, but we do have this wild plant known as Miner's lettuce which produces  great salad greens around this time of year.

As for the ET Highway - which I highly recommend for lonely desert drives - it got its name from the Air Force's secret test facility Area 51, along which it passes.  One night our family drove the ET highway after dining at the Mizpah Hotel in Tonopah, an old silver mining town reeking of history.  We were hoping to drive another hour or two and then find a motel to crash.  The only lodgings we could find after four hours of driving was a motel cum brothel in Rachel, NV that was full up, so we pressed on into the night along the ET Highway . As we did so, we began to see mysterious lights flashing and illuminating the mountains before us, seemingly from a chamber within.   Driving on for the next hour or two, the lights grew ever brighter as we approached Area 51 (which was, however, on the other side of the road from the mysterious lights).   We might have sworn that aliens  were working like Nibelungs at  forges in the mountains.  Finally, after arriving somewhere close to the scene (there's no driveway marked "Area 51")   it dawned on us that the lights came from heat lightning.    We could see though how stories of extraterrestial visitors might get their start there.  We drove on another hour and a half to the next town of Caliente, only to find that all the motels were full due to a firefighters' convention, so we had to press on another hour and a half to finally find a room in Cedar City UT sometime around 2 am.

 


03/24/19 11:55 PM #3905    

 

Philip Spiess

Jerry:  When we can find them, we eat fiddlehead fern fronds, but horsetails remind me of the old Freddy "Schnickelfritz" Fischer (of Cincinnati) song, "Horsey, Keep Your Tail Up":

"Horsey, keep your tail up; horsey, keep your tail up; keep the sun out of my eyes!  Horsey, keep your tail up; horsey, keep your tail up; never mind the bugs or flies.  Now if you want to look real smart, always lift that tail before you start.  Horsey, keep your tail up; horsey, keep your tail up; keep the sun out of my eyes!"

(Just remember why horses lift their tails!)

 


03/25/19 12:01 AM #3906    

 

Philip Spiess

This one's for Mr. Lounds:

Some History of Cincinnati's Markets and Market Houses:

Pearl Street Market (a.k.a. "Pearl Street Growers Market"; a.k.a."Lower Market"):  Established in 1804 between Broadway and Sycamore Streets, the wooden "Lower Market" (presumably the Fifth Street Market was the "Upper Market") was established early on near the Ohio River, because the Cincinnati hills made hauling loaded wagons uphill difficult for horses (at least until the inclines were built, and the mud streets were paved).  The Pearl Street Market acquired a new stone "Flemish-style" market house in 1897, but the last remnants of it were demolished to make room for Riverfront Stadium in 1970 (its bell now hangs in Findlay Market).

Fifth Street Market:  Established in 1829 between Vine and Walnut Streets (the property was acquired in 1827 through the deeding of several parcels of land).  During the Civil War, the wooden market house was used by Cincinnati women to cook for and feed between 7,000 and 10,000 civilian militiamen during the so-called "Siege of Cincinnati" (the Union commander of the "Siege" was General Lew Wallace, later the author of the novel Ben-Hur).  As I've mentioned before, this butchers' market was a notorious abattoir and was demolished in 43 minutes by the police and city street cleaners in 1870 on the direction of a secret City Council vote in order to create Fountain Square and install the Tyler Davidson Fountain; it totally surprised the 54 meat dealers cleaning up from the day's sales.  Because the western portion of the land was given for a market in perpetuity (or the city must give up the space), a charming cast-iron flower stand, designed by Cincinnati architect James W. McLaughlin (his sister was a designer for Rookwood Pottery), stands on Fountain Square and is used annually to sell a flower to the Mayor in order to maintain the myth of a "market."

Canal Market:  A wooden structure, established in 1829, and located on Court Street between Vine and Walnut Streets.  The Miami & Erie Canal was located one block north, hence the name; the canal provided a transportation route for much of the produce and livestock coming into the market.  It doubled as an open livestock exchange, with tunnels underneath the market house for the running of hogs to slaughter.  (Remember, this was the beginning of the era of Cincinnati as "Porkopolis"; the later slaughter houses were located along Deer Creek Commons, which often ran red with blood; it was adjacent to what is now lower Gilbert Avenue).  The market was demolished in 1864 to make way for the Court Street Market.

Findlay Market:  Established in 1852 on Elder Street between Elm and Race Streets, Findlay Market is Ohio's oldest public market in continuous operation.  James Findlay came to Cincinnati in 1793, opening a small store.  He opened larger stores, established a public library, became governor of Ohio and a general, and served in the U. S. Congress.  He bought property north of Liberty Street known as "Findlay's Woods."  He hoped to establish a market, but he died, so the executors of his estate donated "Findlay's Woods" to the city with the stipulation that the land be used for a market.  In 1852 the present market house was built of cast and wrought iron; originally being an open shed without sides, it was enclosed in the early 1900s and refrigeration introduced.  The market house has been renovated three times, once when the bell tower was added when the market was enclosed (the bell from the Pearl Street Market now hangs in the tower), once in 1974 and once in 2000-2004.  Since 1919 the Findlay Market Association has hosted the baseball season's opening day parade.  Findlay Market House bisects Elder Street, it being in the middle of the street, and so recently the southern portion of Elder Street was redesignated "Essen Strasse" ("Food Street") because of the number of new restaurants and bars that can be found there.  Findlay Market House remains the only Cincinnati market house still standing and operating; it is a focal point of the rejuvenated "Over-the-Rhine" district, so named because of the number of German immigrants who once lived there, across the Miami & Erie Canal (no longer there) from downtown.

Court Street Market:  Establshed in 1864, replacing Canal Street Market.  The wooden market house was condemned and razed in 1915 because its roof leaked, and because it was felt to be an eyesore that would detract from the newly planned Hamilton County Courthouse (i.e., the present one).  However, the outdoor Court Street produce market continued to operate at the same location.  The present open-air Court Street Market still continues to provide Cincinnatians with fresh produce from outlying farms.

Jabez Elliot Flower Market (a.k.a. "Sixth Street Market"):  Cincinnatian Mary E. Holroyd gave money to construct a flower market to memorialize her first husband, Jabez Elliot, believing that floriculture elevated the human race.  Located on Sixth Street between Elm and Plum Streets, flower vendors at the market were subjected to weather conditions in the 1880s, so the primarily wooden market was enclosed in 1890.  Considered the largest enclosed flower market in the country, it helped Cincinnati gain the title of "Floral City."  [I may write up Cincinnati's market garden and floral garden, as well as arboreal, heritage in a later post.]  Business at the market declined as suburban florists (such as Durban's Greenhouses in Clifton, "Wooden Shoe Hollow" in Winton Place, the Delhi greenhouses, and Adrian's in Avondale, later in Clifton) developed their own businesses and automobile parking at the market became problematic, and the Jabez Elliot Flower Market was demolished in 1950.   

Sixth Street Market (a.k.a. "Western Market"):  Established in 1895, and built out of stone in a Dutch style; located on Sixth Street between Plum Street and Western Row.  This was Cincinnati's largest market, with 64 indoor stalls, and it also housed the offices of the city's Superintendent of Markets, Weights, and Measures, who was responsible for managing Cincinnati's public markets, their standards, and their hygiene.  Much of this market was devoted to meat and other butchers' products, and it was popular among the African-American population, many of whom lived in its general neighborhood.  Many children worked at this market with their families, and there are documented early examples of abusive child labor practices (specifically long working hours) at this market in the days before that was regulated.  The market house was demolished in 1959, initially for a parking lot, but that soon was replaced by an access ramp onto what became Interstate 75.  

Parkway Farmers' Wholesale Market:  This market moved from Court Street to Twelfth Street and Central Parkway in 1926 (on the old City Hospital lot behind Cincinnati Music Hall); it was open Monday through Saturday. But in 1951 the city needed space for more parking (particularly for Music Hall), and the market was relocated to the riverfront.  It was then moved again to make way for Riverfront Stadium, and in 1967 the market was relocated to Kellogg Avenue near Lunken Airport.

Kellogg Avenue Farmers' Market:  One such existed in the 1950s; later (1967) it apparently merged with the entry above [?]. 

Wade Street Market:  I have no information on this market (never even heard of it), but it was apparently constructed with wood from the demolished First Presbyterian Church on Fourth Street.

[N.B.:  Norwood Market House:  That "other city," Norwood, had its rather grand market house built circa 1905; it still stands at the corner of Mills and Walter Avenues, Norwood.]


03/26/19 01:20 AM #3907    

 

Jerry Ochs

Phil,

The Old Gray Mare.  Tail up.  The whiffletree.

 


03/26/19 02:41 PM #3908    

 

Philip Spiess

Jerry:

During my forty-eight years in museum work, I had many an occasion to lean on a friend or colleague to speak on a program I was putting together.  One such friend, an older colleague who hated to do public speaking, but who was the logical expert on the subject I had in mind, the development of museum villages (Colonial Williamsburg, Greenfield Village, Old Sturbridge Village, Historic Deerfield, Pleaant Hill at Shakertown, and the like), finally agreed to speak if I would come up with a title for his talk.  I promptly replied, "'Cow-Pies in the Village Street:  Stepping Into the Past!'"    


03/27/19 01:00 AM #3909    

 

Jerry Ochs

Phil,

I spent a few spring breaks on a relative's farm in Kentucky.   When you are young, with small feet, you can step on a fresh cow pattie with one foot, then paint it gold once it has dried.  Makes a fine Mother's Day gift.wink

 


03/27/19 10:15 AM #3910    

 

Philip Spiess

Which brings us to the Frenchman who lost his beret in a cow pasture and tried on six before he found the right one.


03/27/19 11:44 AM #3911    

 

Larry Klein

Phil, I have actually had occasion to play bridge in a few of those "museum villages", including Sturbridge and Williamsburg. Didn't see any cowpies in the streets, but a couple of hands I declared might have qualified. We had a win in Sturbridge!


03/30/19 12:10 AM #3912    

 

Philip Spiess

Larry:

Having in years past worked closely with both Williamsburg and Sturbridge, and having therefore visited them often, I can assure you that they both have cowpies in the village streets.  And at Old Sturbridge Village, when I visited it with my wife's then 12-year-old cousin, and we went through the grand mansion at the head of the Village Green, and he asked in the master bedroom, "What's that china pot doing under the (poster) bed?", I responded, "Philip [yes, yet another one in our family], these were the days when there was a canopy above the bed, and a can o' pee below the bed!"


04/07/19 08:05 PM #3913    

 

Ira Goldberg

Try this. https://youtu.be/lXlHv1-YPxM I’d love to see our band playing and singing this for Rick at our .75. 


04/07/19 09:34 PM #3914    

 

Paul Simons

They're a very polished, well rehearsed crew - 5 singers and about 20 band members. I can't do anything like that. I don't get to play as much as I'd like to, and when I do it's 3 or 4 dudes jamming. The links are a few years old but they're representative of what I can do.

Anyway, like I was saying it's the fundamental event that brings a song into existence in the first place, not the copy or repetition of it no matter how well rehearsed and executed, that is at the heart of the terminology associated with Rick, "Creative and Performing Arts", in my personal opinion. Granted, 'Performing' is part of his interest, very much so, but he's Rick and I'm not, at my very best I'm just some totally unknown bar room guitar player.





 


04/08/19 12:37 AM #3915    

 

Philip Spiess

Obviously, I enjoy writing historical vignettes on Cincinnati events, locales, and curious personalities, but when they fall into a well of silence (such as the recent one on Cincinnati markets), it seems a futile effort.  So here is a teaser to pique your curiosity (this Forum does not do poetry well; it insists on double-spacing [note:  Dick Winter], so here it goes in paragraph form):

Have you ever heard of Lafcadio Hearn? / Well, then, by god, just listen and learn! / Born in Ionia, was he Greek, / Or was he Irish?  To hear him speak, / He was both, it seems, but schooled in France / And semi-blind, he took the chance / To emigrate, at the age of nineteen, / To the U. S. A., and next was seen / In Cincinnati, and there, I ween, / In journalism sought a hirer -- / And soon found work with the Enquirer. /  His work was morbid, his work was "yellow," / But Lafcadio, an amazing fellow, / Wrote up the "Tanyard Murder" caper / For the Enquirer, his hometown paper. / Under the heading of "Violent Cremation," / He wrote a piece which shocked the nation, / A local story of murder most ghastly, / Which Hearn recounted at length, and lastly / Described the remains on the furnace floor / As "soft like banana," and then, what's more, / He stuck his finger into the brain -- / A description which would hardly gain / Him any "at breakfast" readership; / It's then he seemed to lose his grip: / He married next a mulatto gal / In 1874, and shall / Perforce in 1875 be fired. / Next in New Orleans he was hired; / Produced a cookbook, a Creole one -- / But when in New Orleans he was done, / Became a citizen of Japan -- / And that is where this amazing man / Became immortal -- in Japanese / He wrote ghost stories, if you please, / And fairy tales and other stuff, / And, if this wasn't quite enough, / He still is known, in far Japan, / As their most famous writer-man. / If you'd hear more (because I know it) / About Lafcadio from this poet, / Just say so -- for I'll write, but lack, / It seems, responses coming back!

 


04/08/19 04:54 AM #3916    

 

Paul Simons

Philip - does the name Lou Camp ever come across your radar? An English prof at a community college but from Cincinnati, wen to Purcell or Roger Bacon, a friend of Hearn, and published a few things himself? He died about 10 years ago and despite some bad habits had an abiding love for Cincinnati from Music Hall to Skyline Chili.

Another local boy - Dallas Wiebe - English prof at UC - wrote "Skyblue The Badass", a kind of "On The Road" but it was Reading Road, Clifton Ave, Vine Street? Just wondering if their names ever made it out of their own classrooms.

FYI I share your frustration at the lack of an echo at what was intended to be echo canyon. And, more FYI, you are not alone in resurrecting the rhyming couplet. It is the near-universal form in rap.

For example from 2Pac: 2Pac - "Changes"

"First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers/Give 'em guns, step back and watch 'em kill each other/'It's time to fight back,' that's what Huey said/Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead."

 

And from: Mos Def - "Mathematics"

"Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients/Youngbloods can't spell, but they could rock you in PlayStation."

 

And of course Lil Wayne - "I Feel Like Dying"

"I can mingle with the stars and throw a party on Mars/I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars "

 

And last but not least, my own contribution:

Yo, I'm a rapper Born in a crapper/ Mama tried to flush me down but I wouldn't drown/ Now I'm back for good in the neighborhood/ So when you see me comin' you better start runnin'/ Cause I got heat underneath the seat/ Of my BMW and I'm tired of tellin'ya/ That the money you stole left ME in the hole...

That's as far as I got.

 

 

 


04/08/19 09:15 PM #3917    

 

Bruce Fette

Paul,

 

For an unknown guitar player I really enjoyed your rocking and your blues. Keep on man!

 

Phil,

We all enjoy your history. We just run out of accolades for your reports!

 


04/09/19 04:31 AM #3918    

 

Paul Simons

Thanks Bruce. It does keep me off the streets!


04/09/19 12:43 PM #3919    

 

Larry Klein

Bruce,

I doubt we'll ever run out of accolades for Phil's "reports", as long as we keep him supplied with pina "accoladas"!

Cheers! devil


04/10/19 07:56 AM #3920    

 

Chuck Cole

And it's certain Phil will never run out of topics to expound on.  I doubt piña coladas are served at Phil's bar and grill--more likely we'll need to ply him with some whisky/whiskey more scholarly.  That brings up an interesting topic--why is whiskey spelled with an "e" when refering to bourbon, rye, and other whiskey's while scotch whisky lacks the "e"?  Phil?    


04/10/19 08:28 AM #3921    

 

Philip Spiess

Chuck:  The Scots are always so damned economical, such as saving one letter on their whisky labels.

 


04/10/19 04:44 PM #3922    

 

Steven Levinson

Philip,

You are unstumpable!


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