Carl Parker sez:
Recently, I was visiting with a friend who is about my age. He had just driven from Savannah Avenue to Memorial Boulevard and opined as to how he was struck by a wave of nostalgia, having driven through the area adjacent to the Texaco Reservoir. We began sharing stories of our boyhood years and both agreed the Texaco Reservoir was central to many of our boyhood adventures.
Our conversation reminded me of what my lawyer pal, Walter Umphrey, has commented to me on numerous occasions. He said we were very lucky to have grown up in the Golden Era of Port Arthur. The more I think about it, the more I am convinced he is right.
I must confess I felt a little like Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn when I and my pals would slip past the guards for a swim or a fishing trip in the Texaco Reservoir. To me, back in those days, it seemed to be as big as the Great Lakes were to the explorers in Early America. We had to deal with alligators and snakes, but they would not bother us if we did not bother them. Actually, we were able to catch minnows in our dip nets baited with oatmeal, and catfish on throw lines that we would throw out in the deeper part of the Reservoir. The thick vegetation around the shore made for neat little hideaways where we could imagine we were camping out in the deepest jungles of South America or Africa. We imagined ourselves to be real survivors in a far away place right in the heart of our neighborhood!
Franklin School, built by WPA labor in the 20's, was what most of us would admire for a school to be today, with its olympic sized swimming pool, a room with sky lights especially built for the arts, an auditorium, sewing labs, and a nice library. It was truly progressive for its time, even if it maintained separate boys' and girls' sides on the playground.
Our schools produced doctors, lawyers, engineers, military generals, admirals, big-time entrepreneurs in refining, communications and almost every endeavor of every phase of business, including the movie business, music and entertainment.
I am certain that Port Arthur wasn't perfect in the 40's and 50's as I grew up. But the older I get, it sure seems like it.
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Notes:
1. Franklin School postcard is a TXGenWeb Postcard Project
2. Other images on this page may be found at tinyurl.com/27krf5k
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