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| A selfie from the old days |
My family lived in South Austin from July 1945 to July 1949. We moved there from the Clarksville area. World War II
was almost over. Dad sold his barber shop (Avenue Barber Shop at 819 Congress Avenue) and prepared to join the fight. However, the war ended before his National Guard unit was activated.
We moved into a modern brick house on Josephine Street in a nice neighborhood south of the Colorado River.
It seemed a long way from Clarksville to me back then. However, according to Google Maps, it is only 2.3 miles from our old house to the new. Today, I regularly walk twice
that far daily for exercise. I bought my girlfriend La Juana Jolly a necklace
and told her goodbye. I thought I'd never see her again, but we met up again at
Austin High School. However, the spark was never reignited. We had grown apart.
After moving to Josephine Street, we only ventured north of
the river to go downtown where Dad worked or to see a movie. There was one
movie theater in South Austin, but it was way over on South Congress Avenue
near Fulmore Junior High School.
The nearest grocery store to
the Josephine house was on Kinney Avenue and it was the size of a current day
two-car garage. Maybe smaller. Mother would send me to the store nearly every
day to get groceries. We had a charge account there. The grocer would give me
whatever was on the shopping list and then Dad would go in on Saturday to pay
for the week's purchases. I would often sneak in a candy bar that wasn't on the
list so I didn't mind doing the shopping.
I remember getting to know a number of kids my age in the neighborhood. The only name I remember is Alan Johnson. His father, Gant Johnson, worked at the University of Texas and he got us, Alan and I, jobs selling food and drinks during Texas Longhorn football games. My mother and Alan's mother remained friends for many years, even after my family moved to Pete's Path near 38th and Jefferson. This was considered North Austin at the time.
Alan and I went to Becker School, and then Fulmore. I don't remember much about Becker except being on the safety patrol and meeting Don Holden who became a lifetime friend.
I joined the band at Fulmore and Verna Covington taught me to read music and play the trumpet. That led to a lifetime of performance, mostly in choral music. I sang with the Austin Lyric Opera Chorus for fifteen years and still sing regularly with choruses in Georgetown, Texas as well as around the world. I also play the trumpet occasionally at church. At Fulmore, I was fortunate to spend some
weekends visiting Verna Covington's home. Her youngest son,Scott, also played trumpet and we became friends. When we got into Austin High, Scott's father, Weldon Covington, was our band director. Later, Scott and I were both in Navy ROTC at the University of Texas. I dropped out and joined the Marines and lost track of him then.
Other memories of South Austin include the day our house caught on fire, our new 1948 Pontiac, Bartlet's Pies, riding my bike to school, getting a police escort to school because we were late for a band trip, renting a room to a teacher, and much more. I plan to talk about each of these later.
