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My first crush, Liz, on the left and my mother in her obligatory apron and I strumming the guitar in a poor imitation of the Singing Brakeman, Jimmy Rogers.
The beer is American (a local Baltimore brand) and the RR cap a gift from an uncle who worked as a conductor on the B&O. He had no children and at the end of each run he would check the passenger cars for forgotten comic books for me, which led to the largest collection in my part of the world. And yes in 1959 while I was away in the Navy that sweet lady on the right dumped it.
Picture taken in the rear of the 3300 block of Elmora Ave in Northeast Baltimore, circa 1948. View full size.
I remember that grain silo very well.
I lived up on the hill opposite it and on a good day you could smell the mash from the brewery and the aroma of Esskay smoking hams just down the block.
I now live near the Budweiser plant in Los Angeles and that mash smell drifts over me and I am transported back to the time Butch, Robert, Carl, Leo and I played either cowboys & Indians or cops and robbers or three musketeers on that cliff behind Ravenwood.
Ah, American Beer; I remember it well. They had a silo on the B&O near Gay Street where they'd truck their grain down to the plant. The brewery building is still standing at 1701 N. Gay Street in Baltimore. Check it out on Google...magnificent!
A tumble-down ruin since American closed in the early 70's, it since has been restored and is used by Humanim.
And what is it about moms and comic books? Our mother trashed my brother's comics while he was also in the Navy...
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