2020.03.19 THROW BACK THURSDAY - BROADWAY BRIDGE NLR TO LR IN THE 1950'S plus Class News
THROW BACK THURSDAY - BROADWAY BRIDGE NLR TO LR IN THE 1950'S plus Class News
This photo is looking south from the north end of the Broadway Bridge in the mid 1950s. The LR city hall is on the right in the distance. Where was Fisher's? Wouldn't you like to have a quarter for every time you drove across this Bridge? Looks quite different today.
CLASS NEWS
Our sympathies to JANE BROCKMAN and DALE BRIGGS in the death of their son.
Our sympathies also to JOE CROW in the death of his brother, who lived in MN and had been in failing health for the last few years. He was a twin and they were 6 years younger than Joe.
Warwick (Wickie) Brown and Carl Smith have moved. Phone numbers are the same. If you need their new addresses, let me know.
And on to BRUNO'S:
Thank you so very much for the article about Bruno's! I remember it well. Bruno's was a great Friday night date place- I would order the "round-the-world" pizza for my date and me... and I recall Jimmy singing along with the recorded music, and often tossing the pizza dough up, as he stood behind the large plate-glass window!
Take care, Carl Smith
When my dad was transferred to Little Rock in 1954, we stayed in a Motel on Roosevelt Rd while looking for a residence. One of our many restaurant visits during that time was Burno’s Little Italy. It was the first time I had pizza. Hard to believe, but having moved from Denver, I just don’t recall ever seeing pizza in restaurant visits there. Bruno’s was a real treat and we visited there many times after that first experience.
Jim Norsworthy
My adventure with Italian food started at Bruno’s Little Italy with Lassagna Imbotito. It’s still right up there with my best food memories.
Hal Gentry
And now, the Three Muskateers:
One summer night between our Jr & Sr year, Mooser, Plegge and I went to Bruno’s. It was my first pizza with Bruno behind the glass throwing the dough in the air…it was quite a show as you well know. There were girls there and it was a really fun evening; Mooser got into it with Joni Roberts over something being “socially acceptable” to which he described in his “outside voice” a bodily function and announced that, “Neither is a (censored) but everybody does it”. When we finished our new found delicacy, which would become a staple of life later on, and were outside someone (Mooser I think) said, “Lets go swimming!”.
Beverly Sanford’s parents owned the motel across the street and the pool faced Asher Avenue. I think Mooser led the way and we ran across Asher through the traffic and jumped in the pool, clothes and all. Patrons were grabbing their children and moving away; not because Mooser and I were any visible threat at a combined weight of 200 pounds, however, Frank Plegge was a big as both of us combined. They probably felt like opposing tackles on the football field always felt - INTIMIDATED. We got out quickly because as you may remember the State Police Headquarters were just down the road.
Thanks for your weekly “Memory Triggers”, Bill Harmon
I remember the incident well. What motivated the dash across Roosevelt Road was fun and I know no one was injured. Bruno's was really the first "restaurant" in our neighborhood that was different. Both in food and amenities. Bruno behind that glass throwing the dough was special. I think the swim action was triggered in previous conversations while driving past the pool. There weren't any other pools as this around and it was just irresistible... Great and happy memories. Thanks, Frank Plegge
I believe I'm right in remembering that because we pulled that caper off -- without the National Guard being mobilized -- we followed up by driving out to Riverdale Country Club to do likewise at its pool. Goes to show how innocent was the era, to think such a prank was somehow daring.
Alvin "Storie" "Noopie" Mooser
OK, everyone have a SAFE week. Here's your chance to catch up on all those books you have been meaning to read, or all those Netflix movies and series you've been meaning to watch.
ML