Growing up, in photos

I wrote a column in 2010 about growing up in central Phoenix in the 1960s. Along with the old city column, they sum up an experience that few had, fewer still remember. Now I have enough photos to show a bit what my lost world looked like. 

Me around the age of five, taken at the Ramada Inn on east Van Buren.

The house on west Cypress in today's Willo Historic District, looking much as it did when I grew up with my mother and grandmother. It's also David Mapstone's house in the Mapstone Mysteries (Willo Historic District photo).

Central and Palm Lane looking south. I was baptized and confirmed in Central Methodist Church in the foreground, and spent hours in the central library, middle left (Brad Hall collection).

 

A northeast view of the Phoenix Civic Center dominated by the central library (City of Phoenix).

An interior shot of the library. The plaque on the front listed the 1950 City Council, including Barry Goldwater (City of Phoenix).

A 1940s view of the business block on the northeast corner of McDowell and Seventh Avenue. Both streets were four lanes wide. The southeast corner had a Ryan-Evans Drug Store, Sprouse-Reitz five-and-dime store. The southwest corner held Val DeSpain's Chevron station and a Circle K. The Safeway was gone by the 1960s and east of the building was My Florist. Mid-block was Bert Easley's Fun Shop (McCulloch Bros. Collection/ASU Archives).

(City of Phoenix photo).

My Florist in the 1950s (photographer unknown).

This Bayless store at Moreland and Central was where my grandmother "traded," as she put it. The destruction of the Papago Freeway Inner Loop was decades in the future (McCulloch Bros. Collection/ASU Archives).

Behind Bayless, facing First Street, was Fire Station No. 4. In the 1960s it received an advanced aerial ladder truck with a rescue platform. Today station 4 is at McDowell and Third Avenue (City of Phoenix).

Of course my favorite was Station 8 (shown in the 1940s as Station 3), holding a single engine and built to blend with the historic neighborhood at Seventh Avenue and Encanto Boulevard. It's still there as a museum (City of Phoenix).

Under the billboard was the entry to shady Portland Parkway where it met Central Avenue. Beyond it is an old house. My friends and I broke in, armed with slingshots — and were shocked to find a room where someone was living. He wasn't there, so we beat a hasty retreat (photographer unknown).

Roosevelt Street and Third Avenue. I never saw it flood but this was the southern boundary of where I could go on my own. By the time I came along, the drug store on the corner was labeled Rexall and the photographer's vantage point is where Otis Kenilworth's barber shop stood. He'd cut my hair while chatting with my grandmother (City-Data photo)

A home on east Palm Lane in the Alvarado district with cooling grass, trees, and landscaping (photographer unknown).

Another view at Third Avenue and Roosevelt: Gordon's Market on the southwest corner (Brad Hall collection, photographer unknown).

Close to my northern boundary was Bob's Big Boy, iconic among Central cruisers (City of Phoenix).

And Upton's at Fifth Avenue and Thomas, across from St. Joseph's Hospital. That's grass, not gravel (photographer unknown).

Looking north on Central from Palm Lane. On the east side are the Medical Building, Phoenix Towers, the Regency condos, U-Haul towers, and Phoenix Federal tower (Brad Hall collection, photographer unknown).

Just west of Central on McDowell was the New Yorker Cocktails and Woody's El Nido (Duke University Libraries).

Encanto Park, where I spent hours of (usually fruitless) fishing. With the oasis, summers were not as hot or as long (City of Phoenix).

The house at 701 W. Willetta, south of McDowell. It was demolished to widen Seventh for the ramps of the Papago Inner Loop. This photo was characteristic of the contiguous residential area between Roosevelt and Thomas, and Central and 15th Avenue (McCulloch Bros. Collection/ASU Archives).

My elementary school in recent times. It was once totally surrounded by grass. The landmark barely survived freeway construction (Photographer unknown).

Saturdays included a trip to the Japanese Flower Gardens, where my mother purchased cut flowers for the house. Baseline was two lanes wide (photographer unknown).

Many happy hours were spent at Union Station. Even in the 1960s, Phoenix was served by multiple passenger trains a day. My grandmother was the widow of a railroad conductor, so the trainmen gave her every courtesy — including a cab ride for me from the station to Mobest Yard (Contributed by Marty Bernard).

I would get dropped off with friends to see movies at the Fox and Paramount (Orpheum) downtown. But I could ride my bike to the Palms at Central north of Virginia (McCulloch Bros. Collection/ASU Archives).

Central and Adams. My mother worked in the Greater Arizona Savings (Heard) building, left, at the Arizona Interstate Stream Commission. Every afternoon, my grandmother and I would pick her up on Adams (photographer unknown).

The KPHO building tucked against the Hotel Westward Ho. My friend and I would ride down to hope for a sighting of Wallace and Ladmo. It never happened, but the producers gave us discarded reels of advertising, NASA Facts films, and taught us how to splice (photographer unknown).

The Arizona Bank at Central and Cypress. My house was two blocks to the west (left) (Brad Hall collection, photographer unknown).

And my northern boundary: Park Central Shopping Center. I learned a hard lesson when a boy my age came up to me and wrestled my Schwinn Sting Ray out of my hands, saying, "What are you doing with my bike?" By the time my confusion evaporated he, and the bike that had cost my mother and grandmother a good deal, was gone. Was anyone ever that young? I was (photographer unknown).

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Comments

[Cal Lash]

Five at the Ramada
Already downing Martinis?
And your large cranium appears to be 21.
Definitely a lot of smarts in there.
And LJB ears.
Never a desire to be a politician?
Thanks for the pics.
I recall most.
Including the entance to Bob's
John Sellers gave me a pipes ticket right outside the entrance. And of course Woody's El Nido. Somewhere you have a photo of my 59 Chev 4 on the floor, parked out front.

[100 Octane]

As always, thank you.

Cal, perhaps this one...

https://www.macayo.com/macayos-on-central/

[Cal Lash]

Octane
Macayos of course terrible food.
Wasnt the same as Woody's El Nido fare.
And I'm an expert.
I have had "Mexican" food cooked on a wood fire in an adobe structure with dirt floors. And outside also.
But usually around 5pm you could catch up with Lou Levine at the Macayos bar.
I know a few "Spaniards" that stuck with Macayos until it wasn't. Why i dont know.

[Cal Lash]

When Jon was growing up, Phoenix was no longer a village but becoming a town. A nice town. With my almost 86 year old native lady I drive the areas from Mountain View Road in the Slope to South Mountain and 35 Avenue to 44th street now and cry.

[Cal Lash]

Octane, a reminder I'm sure you dont need but anyway, dont do the Woke in the Highliter

[100 Octane]

Cal, those days are behind me I'm afraid, like so many other things. Too many changes. My old hangout was razed for the light rail (WBIYB) years ago.

I'll keep looking for the 59 with the glass packs though.

[Jamie]

Great pics as always, speaking of Mapstone, need a new one or two. :P

[Rogue Columnist]

Thanks, Jamie. Not sure I can find a publisher as an older white male. Wrong make, wrong model these days.

[DoggieCombover]

The reference in the last caption reminded me of a exceedingly entertaining book, "Sting Ray Afternoons." Although is was more about my younger brothers' childhood (they had Sting Ray bikes,) it still resonated with nostalgia for all that's been lost in towns across America.

[Cal Lash]

Old white guy detectives are out?
Maybe Mapstones Daughter is the new History professor and crime fighting Detective. With an office in the upstairs of the Train Depot.

[jms]

Ah, ah, & ah!

 Jon, yet another overwhelmingly wonderful post! Keep them coming. Your preceding one was also a winner, though all I could think to say in response to it and the simultaneous news of Colorado River water cuts was, “Zoners, beware — here comes The Water Knife!”

 Ah, the “Mapstone house” — not quite as Iʼd envisioned it, but not too far off. It does look as if it could stop a few bullets. I seem to recall WPA-era manhole covers along Third Avenue down there; still around?

 Ah, Alden B. Dowʼs 1953 Central Library, just about my favorite hangout in the city, where I spent untold hours in the 1960s & ʼ70s. Some 40+ years later, I still see, hear, and smell the place vividly. It was such a flawlessly humane environ­ment: airy, well-lit, spacious, interesting layout. I haunted mostly the Science (especially Space Exploration), Science Fiction, Literary Criticism, and General Fiction sections. What, Jon, is your opinion of the stairway leading up to the main entrance? The dimensions and proportions of those stairs were the finest Iʼve ever encountered; in fact, Iʼll declare for the record they were perfect. I donʼt know whether you or anyone else recalls that little design detail, but itʼs true! I assume they were not retained in the new, “improved” design. If so, that in itself renders the demolition of the old library a crime against Art, which is the case anyhow. Know where one can find more photos, ideally in color, of the interior? There donʼt seem to be nearly enough of them on the Web, as far as I can tell — nor for that matter ones of the exterior.

 Ah, the Bobʼs Big Boy on Central, home to some of my fondest Phoenix memories! The branch at Chris-Town (19th and Bethany), and later the Bobʼs Jr. at MetroCenter, also got a lot of my business. My standard order: one strawberry milkshake, one serving of onion rings, one Double Decker — well done, no cheese, no lettuce, heavy Bobʼs sauce, plus pickles, and extra extra sautéed onions on the side. (When the burger arrived, Iʼd spend about five minutes arranging the pickles properly, applying the onions, anointing it with Lea & Perrins, A-1, and Heinz 57 Sauce, and finishing with a sprinkling of Bobʼs Seasoning Salt. And then, salivary glands at full tilt, Iʼd gobble it down in six bites in half that time, devoting the rest of the meal to very leisurely munching my o-rings and sipping my shake as others in the party took their sweet time consuming their orders, inspiring muddled observations about the tale of the tortoise and the hare.) Yes, this was long before my vegan era, when I was the quintessential picky eater and the waitressesʼ nightmare. Actually, I may still be the latter ... or both. Jon, if during your time at Bobʼs you recall hearing the receptionist/cashier call out some improbable phrase summoning “Apocalypse, party of four!” or “Wisemen, party of three!” or “Opposition, party of two!” or “Independence, party of one!”, you and I were very likely under the same roof together. (I believe once it was “Nozzleprodder, party of five!” There was a long list of these.) I trust you did not neglect to pick up your copy of the latest exciting issue of Adventures of the Big Boy on the way in or out. (#76 & #86 were personal favorites.)

 Ah, that fine little bridge in Encanto Park! I seem to recall paddleboating under it on a few occasions on my circuits around the pond. (Being a klutz and not a swimmer, I strongly preferred paddleboat to canoe.)

 The Palms — gone, along with the Sombrero, alas. So weʼll go no more a lip-syncing, so late into the night....

 NASA Facts films — sounds fun. Did you have a projector for viewing them? In the ʼ60s I was subscribed to NASA Tech Briefs and accumulated a big stack of cool, bleeding-edge space stuff like this. You Will Go to the Moon!

 Ah, Park Central “Shopping City”, another entertaining place for a ʼ60s kid and another Phoenix icon ill served by renovations. Helsingʼs Coffee Shop offered some quality Goodie Style (though for grub, Miracle Mile), and no visit was complete without stops in both the Waldenbooks and the B. Dalton. (I much preferred Chris-Town, however. The Sun Worshiper was nifty but it couldnʼt hold a candle to the Court of Birds, not to mention the Court of Fountains, the Woolworthʼs and of course the organ grinder & pal.)

 Sorry to hear about your Sting-Ray! Rest assured that wasnʼt me, by the way: for one thing, weʼre not of the same age. However, my own beloved Sting-Ray (which looked uncannily like this one) got stolen in 1979, so I feel your pain! Perhaps the same wretch, some serial Sting-Ray bandit, nabbed both our bikes.

 Next time, a few things you didnʼt mention that Iʼd see and do in 1960s/70s Phoenix were my time machine not kaput....

[jms]

 (This doesnʼt count as “next time”, by the way.)

 Whatʼs this about your challenge in finding a publisher for new Mapstone Mysteries‽ I find it outrageous to think any competent publisher would turn you down, especially for reasons of auctorial demographics of the sort you cite. Something must be done about this.

[Rogue Columnist]

Check out the mystery reviews in the New York Times: Every book is by a woman or person of color. The exceptions: Superstars like Connolly or Winslow, and Scandinavian or British authors.

[Cal Lash]

Every day my look at Lit Hub seems to show females dominate the literary scene.
I asked a female author friend about such and she said, "men dont read."

[Mark Kouts]

For my sixth birthday, I saw "Mary Poppins" at the Palm in 1964.

[Cal Lash]

Im 56 i hopped the fence at the
Northern Drive In theater to watch
The Bad Seed.
Of course hopping the fence generally was an adrenline exercise in out running out of shape private security guards. And hiding from MCSO deputies in water filled irrigation ditches.

Around that same time i went to the Indian Drive In, in the trunk of a car.
Seems like the Movie was the
The Searchers with John Wayne.

[ccccc]

Now I feel burned about growing up in ahwatukee.

[Bruce Danielson]

Brings back lots of memories for me as well. I grew up about 5 years earlier; went to Grand Avenue and Heard Schools. Did go to a STEM summer-school at Kenilworth shortly after Sputnik. Lots of memories of Encanto Park; the lagoon and the bandshell. Even Bert Easley's Fun Shop!

[Cal Lash]

Bert was treated bad by local zealots. Daughter recently closed it down.
Bruce you related to Ron?
Five C's Ahwatukee should have remained desert. And now to the south the indeginous folks have gone the way of the white man.
I recall that besides a small ranch and a few houses the south side of South Mountain was a Caterpillar proving grounds.

[Cal Lash]

1948 Indian Drive In theatre
http://cinematreasures.org/theaters/34504/photos/44243

ccccc: Ahwatukee.
I was wrong it was
In 1946, the International Harvester Company rented land from a United States Army tank testing facility located west of today's Lakewood community, for use as truck and heavy equipment proving grounds.[6] The proving grounds eventually grew to over 4,000 acres.

Caterpillar was in the Whitetanks.

[El Kabong]

Very cool. I didn't grow up here but some of these views were the same when I arrived.

[Jim Mack]

Thanks for the photo essay, Jon! We moved here in '59, spent a year in Maryvale and then moved into the 20th St. and Bethany Home area. The photos bring back the Phoenix that was a nice small town when we moved here. It has certainly changed since! Seems to me that there may be an untapped source from your youth here as far as story material goes. I'm going to guess that there is probably a story or two in there somewhere!

[Bruce Danielson]

Cal, I'm almost certainly not related to any other Danielsons in Phoenix. My folks moved to Phoenix just after WW2 ended for my Father's fragile health. Worked OK, he lived another 35 years!

[Cal Lash]

Thanks Bruce
I went to Washington High School with
Ron Danielson in 58. He went onto the feds and then became Chandler Police department Police Chief.

[Terry Ballard]

My world as well. I remember being at the train station to see my dad arrive after the Berlin airlift, even though I was only 2. The pink library was where I first met my wife in 1970. Phoenix was a pretty good place to grow up. Eventually it didn't suit someone who aspired to work in universities.