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From: NTRPRIZPER@aol.com
Date: 06/27/05 19:50:52
To: info@rockinghamremembered.com
Subject: Rockingham memories
I lived in Rockingham, NC from the spring of 1945 to the autumn of
1948, finishing the third grade, going through fourth and fifth grades,
and starting the sixth grade in the old grammar school building in
downtown Rockingham. I remember quite a bit about those days. I was
a big reader, but I also spent a lot of time outdoors, climbing trees,
catching bugs, and generally running around with the other children in our
neighborhood.
My best friend was named Kay McIntyre. Her father and brother were
both named Jack and she had a younger sister also. Her mother worked
and they had a maid, which I thought was quite exotic, as my mother
was a typical homemaker of the period. Kay and I did everything
together; she the best friend of my childhood and I have often wished
that I knew how to get in touch with her.
Kay and I both took piano lessons from Mrs. Walker. I remember
riding my bike to Mrs. Walker's house for my lessons.
I remember walking downtown to the movie theater every Saturday
afternoon to see a cowboy movie and some extra attractions There was
always a cartoon, plus a newsreel, installment of a serial, or other short
subject.
One of the neighborhood fathers worked for the local radio station and
recruited a group of us children to be on a radio show that was
broadcast on Saturdays from the stage of the movie theater. We read
from scripts that were pasted to sheets of cardboard so that they
wouldn't rattle. One day Bobby Blake (aka Little Beaver) made a
personal appearance at one of the Saturday matinees. He actually came
into the radio studio during our rehearsal, and I found him much less
appealing in person than on the big screen.
I remember at lot about those days in Rockingham, the church, the
stores downtown, the people who were so kind to me. I hope that it is
still a town where a ten-year-old can still ride her bicycle to her music
lessons, walk downtown on Saturday afternoon, or walk to and from
school unaccompanied.
Suzanne Furbeck Strange
Date: 06/27/05 19:50:52
To: info@rockinghamremembered.com
Subject: Rockingham memories
I lived in Rockingham, NC from the spring of 1945 to the autumn of
1948, finishing the third grade, going through fourth and fifth grades,
and starting the sixth grade in the old grammar school building in
downtown Rockingham. I remember quite a bit about those days. I was
a big reader, but I also spent a lot of time outdoors, climbing trees,
catching bugs, and generally running around with the other children in our
neighborhood.
My best friend was named Kay McIntyre. Her father and brother were
both named Jack and she had a younger sister also. Her mother worked
and they had a maid, which I thought was quite exotic, as my mother
was a typical homemaker of the period. Kay and I did everything
together; she the best friend of my childhood and I have often wished
that I knew how to get in touch with her.
Kay and I both took piano lessons from Mrs. Walker. I remember
riding my bike to Mrs. Walker's house for my lessons.
I remember walking downtown to the movie theater every Saturday
afternoon to see a cowboy movie and some extra attractions There was
always a cartoon, plus a newsreel, installment of a serial, or other short
subject.
One of the neighborhood fathers worked for the local radio station and
recruited a group of us children to be on a radio show that was
broadcast on Saturdays from the stage of the movie theater. We read
from scripts that were pasted to sheets of cardboard so that they
wouldn't rattle. One day Bobby Blake (aka Little Beaver) made a
personal appearance at one of the Saturday matinees. He actually came
into the radio studio during our rehearsal, and I found him much less
appealing in person than on the big screen.
I remember at lot about those days in Rockingham, the church, the
stores downtown, the people who were so kind to me. I hope that it is
still a town where a ten-year-old can still ride her bicycle to her music
lessons, walk downtown on Saturday afternoon, or walk to and from
school unaccompanied.
Suzanne Furbeck Strange
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