Just wondering if any people from this era are hanging around this board...remembering old times!! 


kurt said:

Donna said:I remember summers at Grayton in the 60s and 70s. There were no restaurants or bars, only "The Store." People who wanted a beer had to pick it up at the Green Knight package store on U.S. 98, put it in a paper sack, and drink it sitting on the steps of The Store. On a good day, you might get a stale hot dog, out of the same cooler where the live bait was stored! We all carved our initials into the wooden walls, floors and booths and danced to a jukebox in The Store. The hotties went out back amongst what were then towering dunes to make out. Jim Bishop drove around the beach like a madman in an open jeep, with a mean German sheperd dog running alongside the jeep. We ran round and round Washaway House, swore it was haunted and made up ghost stories about it by bonfires on the beach. Little posses of children ran around everywhere and spent the night with friends' families wherever they ran out of steam. A special treat was a trip to Panama City Beach, to play Goofy Golf at that huge Pharoah or to dance at The Hangout. The gorgeous Wardlaw girls were lusted after by every guy in DeFuniak and the Bludworth boys were the best looking guys on the beach. The late Skeeter Cadenhead, who lost a leg in a motorcycle accident before his eventual death in a car accident, made a girl faint when he accepted a dare to stab himself in the "leg." Every time we go to Grayton, I walk up and down all the little streets and the beaches recalling stories of those days. If you wrote about it, no one would believe it.