I remember, back in the day, you could go to the teen club, just lived down the street from there, and get beat by Gary Zinn. He was the champ of Ping-Pong and Pool. Didn't take very long either, but that was in 65-66.

unfortunately,dormies were not allowed to visit teen club.don't know why,just weren't. might as well have been in prison out there.

The teen club was my home away from home. I worked the snack bar for one summer and really enjoyed being in cahrge of the music and the snacks. The dances were the greatest.. lights down low and mixed with young lust. Wow..

For those of you who do not know: It was a fight to get a job for youth at the snack bar in the teen club:

1966; The teen board rep was Dave Byers - 66; Col. Sammons was the TUSLOG Commander, and a bunch of do good wives were on the board. First their was the issue of smoking. A lot of us smoked. (Little did we know what that little habit was going to cost us. (PS - Where would the worst place to try and quit smoking during the years of 1967 to 1969 be.) If you have an idea e-mail your answer to daveb1220@comcast.net.

Anyway, When you are a hundred zillion miles from the the big BX and you want to buy a stereo, and you don't have any chance for a job, Why not create one. You guessed it. One month of work in the snack bar and then it was time for the next person. Glad to see it was still going in 1967.

Gosh, I have not thought of that since 1966 and I still have that stereo somewhere in my attached warehouse, otherwise known as a garage.

I find these little tib bits in these forums a wonderful way of reminising and they are nice thoughts of when life was so hard (or so we thought). I think now it was a simpler time but just as traumatic for us (Traumatic, what a word to describe life. Were all that traumatised as youths.)

I didn't think so, but I ramble on, (Maybe good drugs and lots of beer or Kavaklader(sp) wine at Salifke on the Med. Who was the guy who fell off the top of the Castle and wondered why he felt so bad. (Could it be the 10-30 feet he fell on his back (Luckily soft sand) but what a Knight he almost became.

Didn't know then how unusual it was for a Moslem country to have an active wine industry. Does Turkey still produce wine?

Keep these little forums going. I think that they are great.

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Originally posted by Wray Woolley '66:
I remember, back in the day, you could go to the teen club, just lived down the street from there, and get beat by Gary Zinn. He was the champ of Ping-Pong _and_ Pool. Didn't take very long either, but that was in 65-66.

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What a name from the past. (Wasn't he a GI at the time)

Dave,

No sir, Gary Zinn, who lived directly across the street from me, was in the class of 1965. You may not have known that because when he graduated from GCMHS he went to Germany and U. of Maryland for his freshman year. So he wasn't around much for the class years of 65-66 at GCMHS. Everyone thought he was a G.I. but only because he was one of the first to buy his own cue... that started a fad right there. He would show up at the summer break as well. I used to beat him from time to time at ping-pong, but never at pool.

Kavakildere (sp?) wine, at least, is still produced in Ankara.

We had a mini in Berkeley, CA last Friday, ate at the Bosphorus, 1025 University Ave., we had some Kavakldere (sic) Wine! It was very good. I liked it.

I wanted to ask; anyone remember the Bakeries along Chunkaya, where Big Red used to rumble. I was talking with John Batt '63 about the some of those bakeries. I seemed to remember that no matter what you bought there it always tastes the same. He said I was wrong about that. What do you guys think?

Wray, I remember the bakeries. I had my first chocolate eclaire at one of them.

It's funny. I don't remember the bakeries but I do remember the horse or ox drawn wagons delivering bread around Star Apts.

I remember bakeries in Kavakledere (it's funny, until yesterday I didn't even remember the name of that part of town...all of this brings stuff back.) Do you guys remember "Picnic"--the restaurant downtown (Kavakladere, I guess)--we could go there and eat french fries and drink beer! At age 14! When I look back I am amazed at the amount of freedom my parents gave me. (not that they knew I was drinking beer...) Anyway, the pastries I remember DID all seem to taste alike--drenched in honey! I also remember a bookstore that sold English language books--lots and lots of "Penguin" books, which seemed the height of sophistication to me.

You guys are talking about things that I remember. It is a miracle that we lived to be 16. For me, life has progessively gotten less dangerious since I was 14/15. I guess we all have something in common even though there is an age difference. Can this turn into some kind of therapy group?
Thanks,
Patrick

>Can this turn into some kind of therapy group?<

You mean it isn't???? Egad.

I thought I was going to need therapy, but not now, thanks to Mary Cox. She has saved the day. Thanks Mary! Great to know someone else thinks those items at the Turk Bakeries tasted the same. Thank goodness. I was not able to find anyone, who thought the same as me, until now. Yippee!!!