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    Remembering Jacksonville: By the Wayside
    Remembering Jacksonville: By the Wayside
    Remembering Jacksonville: By the Wayside
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    Remembering Jacksonville: By the Wayside

    By Dorothy K. Fletcher

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    As longtime residents and newcomers alike can agree, Jacksonville holds within its city limits wonderful places to grow, play and contemplate the beauty of north Florida.


    This entertaining collection of Dorothy Fletcher's "By the Wayside" columns will help you remember what it was like to see the world and Jacksonville with a sense of wonder and enthusiasm. From Marineland to the Soul Searchers to Peterson's 5 & 10, Remembering Jacksonville captures this coastal community's glory days, including fond recollections from local citizens who responded to the original columns.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe History Press
    Release dateFeb 25, 2010
    ISBN9781614231387
    Remembering Jacksonville: By the Wayside
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    Dorothy K. Fletcher

    After thirty-five years of teaching English in Jacksonville, Florida, Dorothy K. Fletcher began enjoying life as a writer. For almost four years, she wrote "By the Wayside," a nostalgia column for the Florida Times-Union. This culminated in her book Remembering Jacksonville: By the Wayside. She continues to freelance even as she travels with her husband, Hardy, plays with her grandchildren and tutors at her old elementary school.

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      HOWARD JOHNSON’S WAS THE PLACE FOR COOL REFRESHMENTS

      March 18, 2008

      Jacksonville was a different place forty years ago. Hans Tanzler was mayor, city and county governments had just been consolidated and Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In was the most popular television show in America.

      Sally Martin Newkirk is fifty-seven and presently the director of Roswell United Methodist Church’s preschool and kindergarten in Marietta, Georgia. She had just graduated from Wolfson High School, and during the summer of 1968, she became part of an American institution: the Howard Johnson’s Restaurant chain.

      Jacksonville had three Howard Johnson’s in that year—one on Ramona Boulevard, one on Golfair Boulevard and one on Philips Highway. Sally worked as a waitress, or HOJO Girl, at the Philips store.

      These three havens of the highway were a tiny part of a huge empire started in 1925 by Howard Dearing Johnson. The chain of restaurants ran through the United States, mostly near major highways. At one time, the chain could boast of more than one thousand stores.

      Johnson realized that the most successful part of his first business, a drugstore, was the soda fountain, which he stocked with his homemade ice cream. From that drugstore, he moved to ice cream stores and then to restaurants and finally to motels.

      It’s the ice cream Sally remembers best. Because she was allowed to eat all the ice cream she wanted, she tried all of Howard’s twenty-eight flavors and liked them all. I wasn’t too picky. Every day after my shift, I would help myself to a big serving of the flavor of the day while I waited for my sister Margie to come and pick me up.

      The senior picture of Sally Martin Newkirk in the 1968 Rhombus of Samuel W. Wolfson Senior High School in Jacksonville, Florida.

      This is a postcard of the Philips Highway Howard Johnson’s Restaurant. It had been mailed to San Antonio in 1956. Courtesy of the Jacksonville Public Library, Florida Collection.

      The commercials of the time lamented in a cheesy song that vanilla was the loneliest flavor under the orange roof of Howard Johnson’s. And it probably was, with flavors like Peppermint Stick, Caramel Fudge and Burgundy Cherry.

      I suppose if you pressed me on it, I’d have to say my favorite was Pistachio Nut. Although that Swiss Chocolate Almond, with all those whole nuts, ran a close second, Martin said.

      Back in those days, Jacksonville residents had to work hard to beat the heat. Not many families had air conditioning yet, so they would often spend the warm evenings on porches, calling to the neighbors, or in backyards sitting under the cool shade of trees. Oscillating fans were all the rage, and so were cool treats. Nothing was better on a hot Jacksonville afternoon than to load up the car with the family and head for the nearest Landmark of Hungry Americans, the Howard Johnson’s Restaurant.

      There, families could escape their hot houses and sit at cool, gleaming counters or tidy tables. And with the help of HOJO Girls like Sally, they could bury their appetites in huge hot fudge sundaes or cones of mint chocolate chip ice cream. They could spend a pleasant hour in Howard’s hospitality before they had to return to the heat and humidity.

      At the beginning of the summer of 1969, Hans Tanzler was still mayor and Laugh-In was still number one in the TV ratings. I had just finished my freshman year at Florida State University, and I needed a job to help cover college expenses. I soon joined Sally and the ranks of the HOJO Girls of America.

      I donned the turquoise houndstooth shirtwaist uniform and white orthopedic shoes every morning. Then, I would stand proudly behind the gleaming fountain at the Howard Johnson’s at Golfair Boulevard right next to Interstate 95. It was my first job, other than babysitting, and it was the hardest job I have ever had (and that is saying something since I was a high school English teacher for thirty-five years).

      It was quite a long day starting at 4:00 a.m. when I would awaken to be ready for work by 5:00 a.m., my starting time. The store opened at 6:00 a.m., and I didn’t stop until 3:00 p.m. when my shift ended. I was absolutely exhausted from taking and filling orders, bussing tables, carrying heavy trays and working the counter. My feet ached badly at first until I learned from a veteran waitress to soak them in hot water each night. Since my days as a HOJO Girl, I have been a big tipper.

      The BP Station that now stands where the Philips Highway Howard Johnson’s once stood.

      We served so many wonderful things under the orange roof of Howard Johnson’s. I remember a thing called the Toastee, which we would serve at breakfast in place of toast. When it was slathered with marmalade and butter, it was fabulous. Our short-order cook could prepare the best eggs and bacon breakfasts in no time at all to go with that Toastee, and Yankees almost always wanted to experiment with this thing called grits that came with all breakfasts.

      At lunchtime, along with traditional fare, we served a thing called a clam roll. It had a hot dog–like bun filled with fried clam strips. It proved very popular with countless tourists on the road to somewhere else.

      The job at Howard Johnson’s wasn’t all hard work. I learned all the basics of ice cream and became quite the expert at making sundaes or strawberry shortcake delights. The picture manual of Howard Johnson’s confections was my Bible, and it made my mouth water just flipping through the pages. Of course, I had ice cream as my lunch whenever I worked the counter.

      Like Sally, my personal favorite flavor was Pistachio Nut. The velvety, light-green scoop filled with nuts was all I needed to get me through the grueling hours of serving tourists on their way farther south. I also loved Swiss Chocolate Almond, but even the plain flavors were heavenly to me. Strawberry had whole berries floating in each bite. The Peach was filled with big slices of peach.

      It is sad that such wonderful places and times must make way for progress and become part of hazy memory. In the United States, only three Howard Johnson’s Restaurants survive today. In Jacksonville, however, the Ramona, the Golfair and the Philips Highway Howard Johnson’s Restaurants are out of business, replaced by more necessary places.

      The Ramona location has been leveled and is under construction. At the Golfair and Philips locations, BP Gas Stations now stand, bright, clean and shiny, with little evidence of the Howard Johnson’s Restaurants or what they represented to earlier generations. The only things that remain are the musings of those of us who remember simpler times—when all could be made better by a trip to the nearest Howard Johnson’s for a scoop of his famous ice cream.

      E-mail responses to the column:

      Dear Dorothy Fletcher,

      Thanks for the Howard Johnson’s article! More than just another business it became an institution and an important part of many people’s lives. I have been documenting the roadside empire online since 2000.

      Here is my site about HOJO’s as well as a link to lesser known roadside operations which I have also endeavored to document:

      www.orangeroof.org

      www.highwayhost.org

      Rich Kummerlowe

      PS. I have even posted several commercials on YouTube including the one you mentioned about vanilla being the loneliest flavor.

      ***

      Thank you...thank you so much!

      I have been so disappointed with the newspaper lately from them changing the crossword puzzle in the ad section to being so small and the notice of obituaries being scattered over the page not being alphabetized because they say lack of space so I wanted to let you know how pleased I was to read the Sun issue this morning! The front page was very interesting, the Pipeline (Highlights, Around Town) was excellent (I read those on Monday’s too) and I thoroughly enjoyed the article about Howard Johnson! I, myself, was a HOJO girl at the Philips restaurant in late ’66. I was older than Sally, but it brought back some wonderful memories of those days.

      I hope you continue to write articles like this from around our city!

      Maryann Turley

      ***

      Dear Dorothy—your column brought some smiles as I was a HOJO girl the same time that Sally was. I worked on the Massachusetts Turnpike and was there the day that Janis Joplin was refused service for not wearing shoes...I STILL can taste the wonderful Swiss Chocolate Almond—my favorite. And yes, I gained weight from all of the ice cream! But scooping out all of that ice cream also helped me to take a backpack trip to Europe (on $5.00 a day—that was a joke) and pay some college expenses. Because my two sisters worked there at the same time and we all had to wear hairnets, we played all kinds of tricks on the customers (Back then our name tags actually had Miss before our last name...) Ah such sweet memories you have given me today.

      Claudia Scott

      ***

      I enjoyed the article about HOJO’s.

      I have a challenge for you...I remember as a child going to a story book park. It was on Arlington Expressway, east of University Boulevard and across the highway from Town & Country Shopping Center (I think there are apartments there now). There were Mother Goose and other children’s stories settings scattered through the park. It was not a theme park, but a wooded area. This would have been late in 1950s.

      So, is there a story to be found?

      Another story idea—same time period, there

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