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November 15, 2021

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I remember so much of it. I grew up at Central and missouri and my grandparents were citrus grows at Central and Northern. I was born in 1936 in the old Good Sam.

And the award for best photo goes to Camelback Mountain 1930.

I love these pieces. Thank you so much.

Wonderful fun to compare all the memorable spots. Let's do these same photos in ten years and show the 19 story buildings overshadowing Camelback Mountain. And then again in another ten (?) years when the buildings sit empty and crumbling because we have no water. Thanks for a nice posting. Mariam

The "Indian Trader" shops I have always found intriguing, that there was such a large market for such things. Part of that could be my upbringing in a area lacking in native culture.

Also the picture of Van Buren and Central, the very large Union 76 Station. Across from that is a service center of some kind, which I am aware later was later Coulter Cadillac.

Cars, trucks and gas stations abound in these old pictures, leaves me with the feeling this city always belonged to the automobile.

100 octane. Instead of a dam,
T.R. should have approved one
Road thru Arizona to the coasts.
The rest a Roadless Wilderness.
Even though i am again on the edge of some remaing empty desert, developers are rapidly filling it with ugly structures.
Dune is currently available for viewings.
Your pal Duncan Idaho.

I must, once again state that where Arizona needs a "fence" is not on the southern border but the other three.
II do enjoy the pictures. I have seen many of the changes during my 84 years here. I spent the first 12 years of my life at 7th St and Portland. We moved to the country in 49 at 19th Ave & Camelback. I shot doves in my backyard for three years until the friendly neighborhood sheriff made me quit. We were not in the city until 55 or 56.

Ramjet, you back home from the hospital?
In the 50's where Central Avenue ends at North Mountain and Shaw Butte Mountain there were still, Mountain Lions, Deer, Javelinas, Desert Tortoises, Chuckwallas and Horn Toads. And plenty of catchable scorpions for Doctor Herbert Stahnke's venom program at ASC
And a number of Tubercular folks breathing in the dry air and enjoying a cold beer at the Do Drop Inn. Its still in business.
Prior to 1950 I had the opportunity with my relatives to see these gas pumps in action.

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I imagine Mariam Cheshire, (see above)
who is 94
actually filled up her car and airplane with gravity feed gas operations.

"Prior to 1950 I had the opportunity with my relatives to see these gas pumps in action..."

Now people pay thousands of dollars to look at them.

The Do Drop Inn has a NAPA next door with knowledgeable parts people. That area has always been interesting.

The Wabash Trailer Park was on the west side of 7th street across from the bar.
It got moved moved east about 5 blocks for new development.
At 10 i sold doughnuts to the old whezzers living there. My biggest sellers were the new doughnut holes.
Of course i was in the Slope as i was a young wheezer from the midwest. It was good to not have to be in the hospital every summer from the ragweed.
The cop legend in that day was MCSO deputy Bill Brown and his shotgun.
He closed the bar at closing time by racking a shell into the chamber. You had to be pretty drunk to not identify that noise.
Bil was a good cop and good to me in my youthful escapades. I think he went onto become a probation officer.

There is a lot of history in the Slope.
The Sunnyslope Historical Society is a good place to visit. Most of the online history favors the positive good stuff. Of course 3rd street and Dunlap behind Brookshires restaurant was where the Hot Rodding Emergency Medic John Talton got to experience the real world. Before he left for the santuary of intellectual professorship.
But as Octane pointed out there has always been some diversity.
In the 50's you could score Heroin from a local Italian dude. It was Mexican smack.
And if course juvenile thievery was an issue. There were a lot of poor families.
Over the years there were infiltrations by The Dirty Dozen Motorcycle club. The Texas Bandito Club, ran by Johnnie Gamble.
A Vietnamese Gang and also, Sonny Barger of the Hell Angels who opened a motorcycle shop on Cave creek Road north of Hatcher Road.

I-11
And thus the Assfault god ordered the murder of more desert.
But will come the day when the mesquite will grow through the outrageous pavement of men.
Dune is currently showing.
Paul

Phoenix, Later.

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