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| Mr. Melvin Roark in all his wonderful glory. |
My friend Melvin Roark invited me to meet a most interesting
man the other day. His name is Lowell
Herrington and he’s 97 years young this past Valentine’s Day. Afterward he told
Melvin that I was his birthday present. I got a good laugh out of that and
replied that he must like cheap dates.
Lowell is a wealth of
information about Baytown, as he moved to Pelly in 1929, if I remember correctly. For those readers
who don’t know, Pelly, Goose Creek, and Baytown consolidated in 1948, as the city of Baytown. The old city hall of Pelly
still stands on West Main Street
and the old Goose Creek jail is north of there
on North Main.
He talked about Hog
Island and how one fellow
would swim out into the ship channel and stay out there, only coming in when a
ship came by, There was a huge pavilion on Evergreen Road that I never heard of that
was very active. He told me how much everyone walked back during the Depression
and how scarce food was, except for the veggies everyone grew.
He remembers Reno’s barber
shop on SH-146 and Marshall’s
bait and tackle. Reno
was my father-in-law and his real name was Willard Reneau. He was a humble
fiddle-playing man and called himself Reno,
because he thought people would have trouble pronouncing his name. Imagine
that, these days. He asked me if Reno
had worked for a barber named Broome and I said he did.
Lowell’s
mind is as sharp as a younger man and he told me his family all smoked and
drank a bit of alcohol, but he never took a hankering to it and he looks like a
man of 70 and well preserved at that.
He remembered the German soldiers interned out on SH-146
close to the Pinehurst subdivision somewhere and I had heard this numerous times
through other people. His beautiful bride Barbara made us coffee and served
delicious pastries and we chatted for a couple of hours. I asked him if he
remembered the hundreds of oil derricks and all those that were way up on Goose Creek and he sure
did. I don’t think most Baytownians know that there at one time they stood everywhere
on the creek. By 1975 when I photographed the expansion of SH-146 at Tabb’s
Bay, most of them in the bay were already gone also.
The same goes for the Tabbs Bay Causeway. I bet one out a 500 people here would get a
blank look if you asked them about it. It’s gone now too, like the almost 40
people who have passed away on Lowell’s
street. Again and again, he mentioned how much the city has changed since 1929
and how he helped a man catch a runaway horse and then ride it across the town,
which then was mostly dirt.
Lowell
told us about quarter horse races on Morrell
Street and I couldn’t get a mental picture of how
that could be. He said it was a big attraction. We talked about the Baytown
Historic Café and he knew all about the building and the ones that are no
longer there. He said they really need better lighting so people could study
the photos. The café building was named after the owner. It was the same name
as one of two brothers who would swim out in the ship channel. I should have
taken notes, but we were just chatting and drinking coffee.
Lowell
still does yard work, unless his son sneaks over and does it while they are at
church and his place is neat as a pin. He has a Hispanic neighbor family who barbecues quite often and they always bring down a couple of plates. He and his
bride seem a perfect fit and they are happy. I think they’ve been married about
35 years and both lost their first spouse. He used to repair small motors and
maybe still does and he informed me that it was just a hobby and although he
often times had a back-log, he never charged for labor. Again, imagine that these days.
I have known another fellow since I was a mid-teen, named
Alan Dempsey. Alan is a Pentecostal
preacher’s kid and back in high school, a real ladies man and fist-fighter –
but he is also one of the nicest kindest people I’ve ever met. His favorite
saying for years has been, “What’s more fun than people?” Meeting this 97 year old man and his bride
prove Alan’s point.
Lowell and his mate are rare jewels and folks should take
note of the example they have set. I know they left an indelible mark on me.
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