Robert Register Back At The Hangout!
Robert Register No gym sets or picnic shelters or light poles in the water.
THE HANGOUT AT THE LONG BEACH CASINO
http://www.jdweeks.com/LongBeachResortHx.html
THE OLD DUTCH
THE OLD DUTCH
THE OLD DUTCH TAVERN, 2801 Hwy 98, W. Panama City Beach Fla. Phone 234-2102
Looking through the ads at the end of the '67 Corolla brought us this gem. If you remember C.F. Stiles or Betty Koehler, please contact "Cuba,Alabama" and please, please, somebody forward this to Mitch Goodson!
The gal who taught me how to spell "y'all" sent us a video today of the Hangout.
Lajuana, we can't tell you how much we appreciate this.
(blogger loaded the video but it will not transport via email. It's the black hole below in this email.
You'll have to go to http://robertoreg.blogspot.com
in order to see it.
As soon as you can find out how to steal it from me, let me know so I can get everybody else in on the deal.)
Lajuana, this is an appropriate milestone in the history of ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA.
THIS IS WRIGHT BROTHERS SHIT!!!!
When you look at the top of history of the posts on this page you'll see a date "2-23-2003".
That's when all this began & I'm so proud to be able to put this out on the fifth anniversary of our blog.
The video is only one minute long.
About Long Beach Resort.
I'm almost certain the guy at the end of the video is Guy Churchwell. He was the last owner.
I remember the little sheds on the beach you could sit under but I didn't remember the big light poles out in the water(Please turn your waterfront light off because it disorients the sea turtles-Hell, LONG BEACH RESORT had light poles out in the Gulf!!!!)
Boy, that was my Daddy's thing!
In August, he loved to go down during the day at low tide and set a big light pole in the surf & then sit out there in lawn chairs in the berm at night watching the critters all night.
The Hangout got pulled down the beach to Long Beach by a team of mules from around Land's End before the cut went through in the mid 30's.
When it was at Land's End, it had been a resort assessable by ferry from Panama City during the summer and then during the winter it was a gambling & smuggler's den.
When Dr. Mazyck delivered me in Moody Hospital at about 5 P. M. on Saturday, April 29, 1950,
we were living on Dusy Street in Mrs. Page's apartments. She also owned Page's Apartments on the beach right next to the Hang Out and that's where we had all our vacations up until I was 6.
After that, we'd rent cottages out by the Y & I'd still walk all the way down the beach just to hang out in the Hang Out.
I knew a lot about Bop. I had two girl second cousins from Columbus, Georgia who were around ten
or eleven when I was born. They stayed at my Grandma Register's house on Jeff Street as much as they could each summer. They had a brother who could play Jerry Lee Lewis Boogie-Woogie on the piano so I got to see a lot of bopping in the living room and front porch of Grandma's house growing up. I saw a lot more than that when the guys came around but Grandma always completely ignored that stuff and if Grandma didn't care, neither did I. (It was fun being a preschool "peeping tom" though)
Anywayzzzzzzzzzzz...
The old blog is gonna be 5 this week so shoot me your reminiscences so we can prove to the world that they need to keep their trap shut about the Wiregrass.
best,
rr http://robertoreg.blogspot.com