Letter to the Editor

Memories of the Purple Crackle

To the editor:

Ah, the Purple Crackle in the late 1950s: memories of my parents taking me, my brothers John and Roger and my sister Barb there regularly for Friday-night dinner.

Dressing up in coats and ties -- misery for 10-, 8- and 6-year-old boys.

Holding the chairs for Mother and Barb while they were seated.

"Moonglow" with vibes being played by Jack Stalcup's orchestra.

Dad having a beer while we had Shirley Temples with our catfish dinner.

Learning manners.

Thanks, Purple Crackle, for the memories.

BILL EAST, Parma, Ohio