This time of year it's not homegrown, too early. You have to watch those places. I went to one and it was all stuff they brought in from a grocery store NOT homegrown and the prices were outrageous.
I remember when I was a boy my father was friends with the man who owned that building when it was a cafe. I think it was called the Y. The owner called my dad and said,"____,if you want to meet Buck Owens,you better get your butt up here." It was the only time I ever saw my dad do anything in a scramble.He was the coolest,baddest,dude in that whole danged town and yes he WAS meaner than a junkyard dog and he was in a tizzy to get us kids dressed enough to meet the third most influential man in his life behind,Johnny Cash and Porter Wagner. Mom was 'sick' so she stayed in the car. The next thing I remember I was standing in front of his table. I don't know if I said anything,maybe I just stood there in awe I don't know,but the next thing I knew I was in his lap while he was talking and eating a piece of chocolate meringue pie that looked about a foot thick. I must have started drooling or something because he said,"Ahh that baby wants a bite of pie." and he started feeding it to me while he talked. When everyone came outside everybody was talking and getting autographs. I can remember dad and Buck talking like old buds. It didn't make me think anything of Buck one way another but my Dads stock went up a lot of points in my book. I mean it's Buck Owens and he's listening up to what Dad has to say-that must mean alot.At one point Dad said,"Shoot,that won't take but about 5 minutes to fix." After getting some tools he crawled under the bus and then went inside it to do something. After he was finished he said,"You oughta be good now." After the obligatory offer of money and refusal of same they loaded up and left in a cloud of smoke and Decatur was quiet once again. The End
Fresh, Fresh, Fresh! There frozen hand picked purple hull peas and blackberries are surely awesome enought to thank God for. When I saw the store this week I drove over to their old location last year across from the Decatur lumber yard and they weren't there, so I turned around and went back. Yeah, they had a new location and the same products as last year. You should smell my blackberry cobbler with Blue Bells homemade vanilla ice cream. There canalope with same ice cream is a dream of smells also.
Those of you who remember the Y Cafe are sure showing your age....and remembering the good ol days of Decatur's yesteryears. It was once the Y, only one of the good restaurants in the Main St. Walnut St area.... along with Tackles and Terrels bus stop cafe down on the east end of town. GOOD burgers there!! Anyone else recall those places? Both are torn down now.
710PM I remember those places. A Tackles hamburger was something to behold and covet. I remember the Bus Stop Cafe, but do not remember what name was associated with it. I remember going in one of these as a small child, Tackles, Y, or Bus Stop and there was a hand drawn piece of paper hanging on the wall that I had to ask Dad what it meant. The sign said something like this: Kwitchyerbeliachkin I thought it was pretty funny.
There were also great hamburgers at Carl Jobe's Drive In Grocery. He fixed a small cafe in the south end of his building. Location is where the funeral home is at now. I think later he moved it across the street to another building, but I know it was between Walnut and Main at that time. Price: .25 each or 5 for 1.00, and they were gooooood! You need tubes tested for that old TV? Carl had a tester and sold tubes to fix that tv for the yourselfer tv repairmen/women. He was a heck of a nice man.
Carl Jobe, is he the same one who owned the baitshop where the chicken place is now by Taco Bell? That man was called Jobe. He had 1 eye and would tease us kids by pulling the bad eye bottom lid out and get down in our faces making us squeal and run around the shop. There was a giant fishook on the wall made into a lure with felt and yellow dyed chicken feathers with a caption like,"Use this to catch that one you've been lying about all these years." He would tell us that hook was the one that,"Gouged my eye out." Once after a successful bottle hunting trip on 287 we were passing his shop on the way to the A&P. He called out to us and asked what we were doing. He said,"Here (handing me some money) go put those in the back before you kill yourselves and I'll take 'em later." If you went in too early and he wasn't there you could go in a side? or back door, get what you needed and leave the money on the counter. The floor was finely crushed gravel and with all the water circulating it was nice and cool on the hottest days. Sometimes tadpoles would come in his minnow shipments,he would leave them to turn into frogs and tell you about them when you walked in so he and Dad could talk. What would people think these days if you offered their kid a frog to play with. The End
I remember the bus stop. It later became an arcade called Huggins Hooky Hut. Now that we got started on this the little white Church of Christ across from Sanford Oil was also a cafe though I don't remember it as such. An older friend who was deferred during WWII because of an ag. job told me during those days lunch specials were 25 cents and dinner 50.
It would be impossible to make any money by reselling items from a grocery store. The sellers who grow their own and don't have a greenhouse buy from wholesalers who source from the Valley and sometimes South America where the produce ripens earlier and multiple growing seasons are possible. Assumptions can hurt peoples business and feelings there Backyard Gardener. You had the guy in front of you,why didn't you just ask?
8:36 AM, I do remember when that building was a cafe. I was a very small child, and went in there with my Dad for his coffee. I remember a waitress named Lucy. Lucy was a very sweet lady.
I remember being a little kid hunting bottles on 287. People would honk to give you a heads up and chunk their bottles out for you. We would pick them up all the way from town to Diamonds. Once on the way I picked one up that a mouse had gotten caught in and putrified. It got dumped on me. I couldn't walk all the way back home so I went to the store anyway. As I recall they had us out in record time. At Rays you could get an RC Cola for 20 cents or a dime if you sat on the steps and drank it and gave them the bottle back. Where did we get the money for them in the first place? Glad you asked. There was a laundrymat attached to it and if you removed the agitator in the washers it was a veritable cornucopia of childhood finance. They were more than good times they were simple times. The End
If I remember correctly, that corner was owned by the Arnold's. I'm just glad to see someone doing something productive with that after all these years. Went there today and bought lots of fresh fruit and vegetables for less than $10 dollars.
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Wasn't that the Y cafe at one time?
I bet you have shopped at diamonds grocery store too!
This time of year it's not homegrown, too early. You have to watch those places. I went to one and it was all stuff they brought in from a grocery store NOT homegrown and the prices were outrageous.
~Backyard Gardener
Got gas yesterday in Keller for $3.28
Go figure
maybe Blake Sanford could explain
it is homegrown you fruit
Well, we have hot house 'maters grown right here in Gawd's Country, 2:08PM. Strawberries too! Yummmmmmm!
Does Blake Sandford own Wal-Mart?
I don't care where they get it. Everything we have gotten there has been very good so far. And the folks are friendly.
Try unleaded gas for $3.49 at corner 101 & 380....OUCH
Saw a girl there the other day with some nice melons!!
I get gas for free. Just eat lots of beans. Even though lots of people tell you where to afterwards, you still don't get far.
I remember when I was a boy my father was friends with the man who owned that building when it was a cafe. I think it was called the Y. The owner called my dad and said,"____,if you want to meet Buck Owens,you better get your butt up here."
It was the only time I ever saw my dad do anything in a scramble.He was the coolest,baddest,dude in that whole danged town and yes he WAS meaner than a junkyard dog and he was in a tizzy to get us kids dressed enough to meet the third most influential man in his life behind,Johnny Cash and Porter Wagner.
Mom was 'sick' so she stayed in the car.
The next thing I remember I was standing in front of his table. I don't know if I said anything,maybe I just stood there in awe I don't know,but the next thing I knew I was in his lap while he was talking and eating a piece of chocolate
meringue pie that looked about a foot thick.
I must have started drooling or something because he said,"Ahh that baby wants a bite of pie." and he started feeding it to me while he talked.
When everyone came outside everybody was talking and getting autographs. I can remember dad and Buck talking like old buds. It didn't make me think anything of Buck one way another but my Dads stock went up a lot of points in my book. I mean it's Buck Owens and he's listening up to what Dad has to say-that must mean alot.At one point Dad said,"Shoot,that won't take but about 5 minutes to fix." After getting some tools he crawled under the bus and then went inside it to do something. After he was finished he said,"You oughta be good now." After the obligatory offer of money and refusal of same they loaded up and left in a cloud of smoke and Decatur was quiet once again.
The End
Blake Sanford. You folks are lucky to have men like him carry your town on his back
I thought it was Walmarks
We love the fruit stand - great quality, good prices and friendly service.
Fresh, Fresh, Fresh! There frozen hand picked purple hull peas and blackberries are surely awesome enought to thank God for. When I saw the store this week I drove over to their old location last year across from the Decatur lumber yard and they weren't there, so I turned around and went back. Yeah, they had a new location and the same products as last year. You should smell my blackberry cobbler with Blue Bells homemade vanilla ice cream. There canalope with same ice cream is a dream of smells also.
Very good story 10:13 AM. Well told. Enjoyed it very much, and could visualize how it happened.
Thanks 1:17
Those of you who remember the Y Cafe are sure showing your age....and remembering the good ol days of Decatur's yesteryears.
It was once the Y, only one of the good restaurants in the Main St. Walnut St area.... along with Tackles and Terrels bus stop cafe down on the east end of town. GOOD burgers there!! Anyone else recall those places? Both are torn down now.
710PM I remember those places. A Tackles hamburger was something to behold and covet. I remember the Bus Stop Cafe, but do not remember what name was associated with it. I remember going in one of these as a small child, Tackles, Y, or Bus Stop and there was a hand drawn piece of paper hanging on the wall that I had to ask Dad what it meant. The sign said something like this: Kwitchyerbeliachkin
I thought it was pretty funny.
There were also great hamburgers at Carl Jobe's Drive In Grocery. He fixed a small cafe in the south end of his building. Location is where the funeral home is at now. I think later he moved it across the street to another building, but I know it was between Walnut and Main at that time. Price: .25 each or 5 for 1.00, and they were gooooood! You need tubes tested for that old TV? Carl had a tester and sold tubes to fix that tv for the yourselfer tv repairmen/women. He was a heck of a nice man.
Carl Jobe, is he the same one who owned the baitshop where the chicken place is now by Taco Bell?
That man was called Jobe. He had 1 eye and would tease us kids by pulling the bad eye bottom lid out and get down in our faces making us squeal and run around the shop. There was a giant fishook on the wall made into a lure with felt and yellow dyed chicken feathers with a caption like,"Use this to catch that one you've been lying about all these years." He would tell us that hook was the one that,"Gouged my eye out."
Once after a successful bottle hunting trip on 287 we were passing his shop on the way to the A&P. He called out to us and asked what we were doing. He said,"Here (handing me some money) go put those in the back before you kill yourselves and I'll take 'em later."
If you went in too early and he wasn't there you could go in a side? or back door, get what you needed and leave the money on the counter.
The floor was finely crushed gravel and with all the water circulating it was nice and cool on the hottest days. Sometimes tadpoles would come in his minnow shipments,he would leave them to turn into frogs and tell you about them when you walked in so he and Dad could talk. What would people think these days if you offered their kid a frog to play with.
The End
I remember the bus stop. It later became an arcade called Huggins Hooky Hut.
Now that we got started on this the little white Church of Christ across from Sanford Oil was also a cafe though I don't remember it as such. An older friend who was deferred during WWII because of an ag. job told me during those days lunch specials were 25 cents and dinner 50.
It would be impossible to make any money by reselling items from a grocery store. The sellers who grow their own and don't have a greenhouse buy from wholesalers who source from the Valley and sometimes South America where the produce ripens earlier and multiple growing seasons are possible.
Assumptions can hurt peoples business and feelings there Backyard Gardener. You had the guy in front of you,why didn't you just ask?
8:36 AM, I do remember when that building was a cafe. I was a very small child, and went in there with my Dad for his coffee. I remember a waitress named Lucy. Lucy was a very sweet lady.
I remember being a little kid hunting bottles on 287. People would honk to give you a heads up and chunk their bottles out for you.
We would pick them up all the way from town to Diamonds. Once on the way I picked one up that a mouse had gotten caught in and putrified. It got dumped on me. I couldn't walk all the way back home so I went to the store anyway. As I recall they had us out in record time.
At Rays you could get an RC Cola for 20 cents or a dime if you sat on the steps and drank it and gave them the bottle back. Where did we get the money for them in the first place? Glad you asked. There was a laundrymat attached to it and if you removed the agitator in the washers it was a veritable cornucopia of childhood finance.
They were more than good times they were simple times.
The End
Lucy? Sorry to say I don't remember her-no doubt an American original.
If I remember correctly, that corner was owned by the Arnold's. I'm just glad to see someone doing something productive with that after all these years. Went there today and bought lots of fresh fruit and vegetables for less than $10 dollars.
At one point when it was the Y it was run by Al and Oleta Jacobs. He and his daughter were killed in a wreck at business 287/287 (i think)
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