I'm struck by the fact that all of these 1942 photos of "US 80 between Dallas and Fort Worth" are actually within a mile or two of the small cemetery where Clyde Barrow is buried. There may be a few seedy motor courts along that strip surviving from that time, but it's too bad that Arthur Rothstein arrived a mere five years too early to visit my favorite lodging in the neighborhood. Built as the Triple R Ranch Motel in 1947, it still looks much as it does on this linen postcard, minus the steel archway. Later, as the Triple "A" Motel, it was listed from 1956 to 1961 in the Negro Travelers' Green Book, reportedly the last such establishment in Dallas to survive intact. Today it is known as the Inn of the Dove. It's not fancy. It's modest, and modestly priced, quiet, with secure parking, and a win for historic preservation.

The two linemen in the background appear to be working on secondary power distribution. They're a little too high up the pole to be working on the phones. Oh, and what was it like to live in a time when "World's Safest Milk" was considered a winning tagline?

Perhaps it is my extreme nearsightedness even with eyeglasses, but ... is that grass on the ground in front of the cafe'? If it is grass, why does it look like carpeting? Or ought I just go lie down for awhile?

[That's a dirt carpet. - Dave]

Took on a different meaning for my brother and I one pleasant summer Sunday in the early fifties. We were visiting my great grandmother and were investigating the root cellar under the house. We chanced upon some brown bottles on a shelf with those old wire bale type reclosable caps. We brought two up to the kitchen where everyone was gathered and asked what was in them. My great-uncle, who was legally blind and lived with Granny, said he had made home made root beer and we could try it. Well it tasted pretty good if a little yeasty. That first bottle tasted like a second one would be just the thing. After waking from a good nap and finding out that my dad, great-uncle and several older cousins had a good laugh at our expense was it revealed that the root beer recipe used included sugar and yeast with predictable results. It all turned out fine. Mum was pretty pissed though.

Hmmmm.
Lettuce and tomato. Might be a little bland.
Bacon and tomato. Something missing.
Wait a moment - lettuce, tomato and bacon! It even sounds delicious.

... but where's the Palace? They're showing "How Green Was My Valley" and it starts in 5 minutes!!

I've seen a number of things in my short lifetime, but I'm fairly sure I've never seen any signage making claims about "real root juices." Every day is a new day. Keeps things interesting.

I'm not sure why there is a sign saying Fishermen's Last Chance. I'm not aware of a place to fish between here and downtown Dallas.

I don't know if the two men on the phone pole, far left, are paying attention to Rothstein, but there is someone standing on the ground below them looking directly at him.

This commercial building was located at the northwest corner of present-day North Bagley and West Davis Streets in Dallas. The building in the foreground is either completely gone or buried in the current building, but the bungalow in the far background is still standing at the northwest corner of Tillery Avenue and West Davis Street (603 Tillery Avenue).

It looks like “how Green was my Valley “is playing. Wanna catch a movie?