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  Our Memories of Huntsville

This is a collection of classmate memories in 2005, the Bicentennial Year of 
Huntsville, Alabama

Click here to read a fascinating piece of Huntsville History about the following exhibition.

Currently on view at the Huntsville Museum of Art

 "From Red Clay to Rockets, A Bicentennial Look at Huntsville Artistic Legacy"
Includes art related to the History of Huntsville 
Five pieces loaned from the collection of
Margaret Anne Goldsmith

Portrait of Man With Hat
by Maria Howard Weeden, circa 1800
water color and graphite
Portrait of Woman with Scarf
by Maria Howard Weeden, circa 1800
water color and graphite
Biscuit Lady
by Maria Howard Weeden, circa 1800
water color and graphite
Portrait of Man
by Maria Howard Weeden, circa 1800
water color and graphite
Canna Lillies
by Maurice Grosser, circa 1920
oil on canvas
Please read on...

[I obtained this additional and interesting piece of Huntsville history from Margaret Ann related to the announcement above.]

August 2005
From Margaret Anne Goldsmith:

You might want to add that my great great grand parents Morris and Henrietta Bernstein lived across the street from Howard Weeden and purchased the paintings for their daughter who passed them on to my grandparents -- Annie and Lawrence Goldsmith ---

-- I inherited the paintings from them. 

 Maurice Grosser was my father's first cousin -- and a great grandson of the Bernsteins.  His painting at the museum was done during college vacations in Huntsville.  The vases in the painting belonged to Maurice's grandmother  (my great grandmother) Betty Bernstein Goldsmith -- the flowers were from her garden.

Maurice was born around 1905 on Gates Street just one block west of Howard Weeden's house.  He grew up in Huntsville and went to Harvard where he received a scholarship to the Sorbonne --  Maurice lived in NYC all his life where he painted, wrote several books  and became a member of Gertrude Stein's circle -- . The Huntsville Museum of art has a number of Maurice's works in their permanent collection which are exhibited from time to time.

Margaret Anne



Dudley Campbell

Please send this photo to the HHS page if you like. I'm sure others in our class can spot things that will trigger memories. That is Spring Street that runs past the canal. It and so much of that area was covered up with the building of the VBCC. This photo I took in '68 shows Huntsville before I-565 sliced through it. You can see the start of construction of the Big Spring "improvements" after Cotton Row was demolished.   Click here to see the pictures.


Barry Johnston

This is one of my earliest memories.  When I was four, the first year my family lived in Huntsville, we lived downtown in a large late-nineteenth century house, only two blocks from a central park called Big Spring. 

My Mom took us to the Spring regularly. From the waters edge, I would watch with great interest the large gold and orange carp meandering lazily through the mysterious ferns. One trip, I fell in and thrashed about with the creepy tentacles of the ferns rapping about my legs and I thought they were trying to pull me under. I remember calling for help and seeing my Mom deeply engrossed in a conversation with a friend on a nearby bench. Although it was only seconds, it seemed forever before she came to the rescue.


Hattie Marie

have a couple of memories of the "young" Huntsville:
One of my uncles was a bus driver.  When we knew he was driving the North East Route, Eberhard Ball, Brady Ratliff, my brother Jimmy, and I would WALK from our house at the top of Lee High Drive to Oakwood Avenue.  Uncle J. always let us ride for free and let us off as close to the swimming pool as he could get us.  We would stay at the pool as long as possible and return home looking like bright red prunes. 
You know? the water in that pool never did get much warmer than 33 degrees F. I think they must have pumped water from Home Ice and Coal Company to keep it filled!!!!
The other memory was that although the entrance to Woody's Drive In Theatre was on Meridian Street, the "Pool Gang", plus numerous others whose religion did not permit them to partake of mixed pool activities, would walk to the end of Lee High Drive, cross the railroad tracks, go through a hole in the fence, sit on the cold, hard, gravel ground - on the FIRST ROW - and watch movies that our parents approved of.
The Woodys knew that not many of our families could afford the admission price as often as we all liked, so as long as we were orderly, there was NEVER any attempt to eject us from the grounds.
What happy memories!!!


Jane Mathis-Hopson 

Not only the city swimming pool, but the tennis courts just west of the pool -- Jo Anna and I used to play there (she was much better than I was!). The locker rooms at the pool were always damp; the metal locker baskets had a safety pin with a number on it that you'd hide somewhere on your swimsuit while you were at the pool. Once my basket fell off the top of one of the concrete-block cubicles in which we'd change clothes, hitting me on the face, and I still have a scar at just to the left of my nose from that basket!

The Carnegie Library (my almost-daily summertime walk was from home on Locust Street to the pool, then to the library on the way back home). Miss Frances Jones in the downstairs part (there was an entrance on the side street to the "children's library"), and Miss Bessie Russell in the regular/adult library upstairs. One of my most powerful memories is still of the day Miss Frances said to me, "Jane, you're ready to read upstairs." I think I was 8, maybe 9 years old. She took me up the narrow winding stairs inside the building and introduced me to Miss Russell, who said I could read and check out anything I wanted to in what I called the "upstairs library". It was a life-defining moment and to this day I love libraries.

Another fond childhood memory is of the city playgrounds, especially the ones on McCulloch Avenue and the one on California Street at about Fraser Avenue. In the summer, maybe third through fifth or sixth grades, we'd spend all morning there. They had programs to teach you crafts -- I especially remember making gymp lanyards and bracelets -- and games and sports and stories.

Going to the playground in the morning and to the pool and library in the afternoon, being able to walk or ride our bikes to all those places and feeling safe no matter what. We were so fortunate!


Jane Mathis-Hopson 
Coordinator of Institutional Research University of Alabama at Birmingham


Betty Vaughn 

This is Betty Vaughn with a lot of pleasant memories of the Big Spring and downtown Huntsville.  Going way back I remember when the farmers market was somewhere close to the park.  Can not remember the exact location. Also remember the swimming pool and the picnic area on the hill.  Also  in the summer time living in Mayfair I would ride the bus downtown and go to the Lyric Theatre and see the movie showing there and then to the Grand Theatre and see that movie and then ride the bus back home.  All of this cost less than $.50. Oh yeah, I also managed to have a bag of popcorn! 

Also remember playing hiding seek and kick the can on warm summer nights in Mayfair with all the neighborhood kids. Spending the night outside with my parents because the house was so hot.  Funny, the older I get the more vivid these memories become although I can't remember what I did last week.

 I remember the Kiddie Club on Saturday Mornings at the Lyric Theatre; the "cotton rides" through the cotton fields at Sally's house; sneaking in the Whitesburg Drive-In; Anne Walker's famous Halloween night spend-the-night parties; Mullins when it had curb service, the Zesto, Sids, the Dairy Dip and the Sno White. 

I have rambled on long enough!!  But these are few of my childhood and teenage memories.


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