And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Across the road is a restaurant named Forest Cafe and the ceiling is painted to look like you are underwater and there a bunch of the bottoms of ducks all over the ceiling. Take a look:
Babe. My favorite is in my Grandpa's hometown of Ossineke Michigan. When I was a kid Babe and Paul were next to a fire lookout tower on Hubbard lake but at some point they got moved to beautiful downtown Ossineke.
In 1956, I was 10 years old and in 4th grade at Walter Reed Elementary School in Arlington, VA. One of my fellow students was Susan Sletfet. She had bright Redhair, and at the time I could not understand how much I really liked her. Today, I realize that virtually any and all redheaded women hold a very special place in my heart.
My first car was a green and white 56 Chevy Bel-Aire with the small V-8 as I recall. Was stationed at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, MS at the time attending AC&W radar school. After graduation, was pulled for Instructor duty teaching in the same radar program. Spent my whole active duty tour of 4 years and 7 months at Keesler. Not bad duty as permanent party with both New Orleans, Mobile, and several universities within easy driving distance. Good times! Fred G AFSC 30352
Paul Bunyan's blue ox, 'Babe', I presume.
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Exactly what I was gonna say! Many a diner/restaurant in the Pacific NW had versions of this and Paul outside their business.
ReplyDeleteTrees of Mystery, Klamath CA.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite tourist traps and well worth a visit if you're in Northern California's redwood country.
My family went there while my father was stationed at Adair AFS. One of the nicer tourist traps I've seen.
Delete'56 Chevy???
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DeleteJeff F beat me to it, That's Trees of Mystery. I am going to be there tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteI envy you!
DeleteIt's a great motorcycle trip from San Francisco.
Yeap… ‘56 Chevy Biscayne
ReplyDeleteAgreed, we owned a B&W '56 Bel Air. No A/C, power steering/brakes/ windows. Most highways were 2-lane.
DeleteThey did not make the biscayne in 56. The
ReplyDeletebody trim levels were the Bel-Aire, 210 and the 150 in various body styles.
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Across the road is a restaurant named Forest Cafe and the ceiling is painted to look like you are underwater and there a bunch of the bottoms of ducks all over the ceiling. Take a look:
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Looks like a neat place. Their fries keep changing though.
DeleteBabe. My favorite is in my Grandpa's hometown of Ossineke Michigan. When I was a kid Babe and Paul were next to a fire lookout tower on Hubbard lake but at some point they got moved to beautiful downtown Ossineke.
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ReplyDeleteIn 1956, I was 10 years old and in 4th grade at Walter Reed Elementary School in Arlington, VA. One of my fellow students was Susan Sletfet. She had bright Redhair, and at the time I could not understand how much I really liked her. Today, I realize that virtually any and all redheaded women hold a very special place in my heart.
DeleteI worked as a school teacher on the Yurok Reservation in Klamath and the kids worked at the Trees of Mystery called it the Trees of Misery.
ReplyDeleteMy first car was a green and white 56 Chevy Bel-Aire with the small V-8 as I recall. Was stationed at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, MS at the time attending AC&W radar school. After graduation, was pulled for Instructor duty teaching in the same radar program. Spent my whole active duty tour of 4 years and 7 months at Keesler. Not bad duty as permanent party with both New Orleans, Mobile, and several universities within easy driving distance. Good times!
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There's a nice little motel across and down the street from there. Walk in the front door and your backdoor is the ocean. Fun times.
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