June 19, 1999 To: RootsWeb subscribers, Palm Beach County Many of you remember "The Sunday Brown Wrapper" which appeared in the Palm Beach Post-Times for seven consecutive years from 1977-1984 featuring the history of Palm Beach County as written by Judge James R. Knott. Now Palm Beach National Bank & Trust Company has revived "The Sunday Brown Wrapper" as "History Sunday". It is on the bank web site: www.palmbeachnationalbank.com and is inserted into The Palm Beach Post (see publishing schedule at the end of this letter). It is also published in part in our PBNB Daily e-Letter (if you would like to receive please let us know. Email: pbclicks@aol.com). We invite you to Email in your memories of Palm Beach County past for our "I remember when ....." reader letters section. The letters are published in total or in part on the web site, in our PBNB Daily e-letter and in History Sunday in The Post. Send to pbclicks@aol.com or mail to Palm Beach National, History Sunday, 125 Worth Avenue, Palm Beach, Fl. 33480. Make history! Write! Sincerely, Ronald Tee Johnson History Sunday Editor pbclicks@aol.com June, 1999 issue: (featuring "Bradley's Casino" by Judge Knott) June 20: Palm Beach Gardens, North Palm Beach, Juno June 27: West Palm Beach and Palm Beach July, 1999 issue: (featuring "A war time incident at Jupiter Island" by Judge Knott July 4: West Palm Beach and Palm Beach July 11: Jupiter, Tequesta, Hobe Sound, Jupiter Island July 18: Palm Beach Gardens, North Palm Beach, Juno July 25: West Palm Beach and Palm Beach Copies of History Sunday may be picked up at these offices of Palm Beach National Bank & Trust Company: 125 Worth Avenue, Palm Beach Phone: 653-5594 1001 North US Hwy. 1, Jupiter Phone: 745-2755 2000 PGA Blvd., North Palm Beach Phone: 624-7311 3931 RCA Blvd., Suite 3102 Palm Beach Gardens Phone: 776-2432 Just a few letters: "I REMEMBER WHEN" .... reader letters to History Sunday I remember seeing Elvis Presley perform at the Palm Theater in 1956. The Palms was located on the corner of Clematis and Narcissus. It was a real theater with a full stage for performing. There was a long red carpeted entry into the theater. I remember going to the Palms on Saturday morning to watch Superman and Cowboy movies. But, my best memory is when I went to see Elvis. He was appearing in a "country western" show. We had been told he was the latest singer for teenagers and everyone wanted to go. I could not believe how he wiggled and sang at the same time. I was not all that impressed. Little did I know that he would become the "KING" of rock and roll. I was born in Good Sam. The building that faced the US one has long been torn down. I am a native of West Palm Beach since 1939. I enjoyed the picture of the HUT. I have many great memories of the HUT. The trick of backing out your car with the tray still attached to window and not spilling anything was a real art. The HUT was the center of teenage life in the late 50's. My parents always knew where I would be after a football game or the movies. I miss the great hamburgers and coke (real fountain coke). Caren Armstrong West Palm Beach ******** Back in 1957 some of the students at St. Ann’s (which was then grades 1-12) went on safari’s to Air Force Beach (now MacArthur Park) and had ferocious food fights. We would go to the Farmer’s Market on Congress and get a whole bunch of rotten fruit, head off to the midnight movie at The Palms Theatre and caravan after the movie up to Air Force Beach. We camped out all night and had a ball throwing rotten fruit at each other. Later some of the boys at Palm Beach High heard about our safari’s so they started going up there and the food fights got more intense. To protect us from the flying fruit, some of the boys (not us of course) sort of borrowed garbage can lids from around their neighborhood to use as shields. I’ll never forget the story that appeared in the newspaper. “If you are missing your garbage can lid, you’ll probably find it at Air Force Beach.” Peter Shahin West Palm Beach *** I was born in West Palm Beach FL in the late 40's but my parents moved to Miami when I was still an infant. My fondest memories as a child was when we went to visit Uncle Don (DONALD H. BRUTTON and Aunt Helen on Granada Rd. in West Palm). Their home was like a movie set to me with a long sweeping staircase to the second floor of many bedrooms and a sitting room filled with overstuffed chairs and plump pillows. The scent of new fabric always filled the airfrom Aunt Helen's favorite hobby. The other woman of the house was Aunt Helen's mother, LEORA SAPP MARCH, better known as "BaBa" or the "Palm Beach GRANDMA MOSES." She painted in oil from dawn til dusk unless it was time to make more of her famous Orange Marmelade. She was up in years when I first saw her wrinkled but nimble hands. It was hard for me to visualize this frail grandmother as the young woman in a old faded photo: dressed in men's britches standing in the middle of a muddy street in Kokomo, Indiana smoking a cigar! Aunt Helen's children, by her first marriage, were DIANA and DICK BANKS. My cousins-in-law. Both a bit older, Diana was an aspiring dancer and soon whisked herself off to New York. Dick, on the other hand, was an artist (eventually of reknown) who would jump into a small row boat and create paintings of the mansions lining the waterways. He would tie up his dingyand present the owner with the custom portait of their home.By the 70's, he was known for painting the portrait of Rose KENNEDY. Uncle Don BRUTTON was a successful real estate man but whathe was really known for... was inside the trunk of his car.Not one, but two, fishing rods and tackle boxes, so that hecould, at any time, race off to the ONE MILE PIER and throw in a line. The second set of gear? Just in case someone wanted to go with him! It broke my heart when the pier wascut in half by a hurricane. Best fishing on the East Coast. West Palm Beach was a quiet, peaceful town with the hint ofsea air always a breath away. A steady gentle breeze alwaysseemed ready to spare you from the heat but so many trees canopied the roadways and courtyards, you were never really uncomfortable. The ceilings of homes were high; the windows always allowed for a cross breeze. And there was always time for fishing... That's some of my memories of Palm Beach Co, Fla. I wish others would put to text some of their fondest memories of the area. Renee H. Greene Ft. Lauderdale *** Back in the 1950's, Juno Beach had a unique spherical water tower that was sometimes painted to resemble a golf ball. It stood just north of the juncture of US 1 and Hwy A1A near the entry to the Seminole Golf Club. It was a local landmark and a navigation aid to boaters coming in from the islands. It is no longer there. I am curious as to when and why it was removed. Don Witt Tequesta HISTORY SUNDAY, the rich and provocative history of Palm Beach County presented by Palm Beach National Bank & Trust Company 125 Worth Avenue, Palm Beach, Fl 33480 www.palmbeachnationalbank.com pbclicks@aol.com