tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post2687779270348970661..comments2024-02-22T02:19:05.334-06:00Comments on Roscoe Hard Times: Down Memory Lane: Remembering Roscoe's Domino ParlorsEdwin Duncanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04289053663414697649noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-80521376364318417892011-02-24T14:48:14.169-06:002011-02-24T14:48:14.169-06:00I remember when the Scotts-Mr. Scott and his son J...I remember when the Scotts-Mr. Scott and his son Jesse(who was crippled from polo and was in a wheelchair) ran the dominoes and pool hall late 40s and early 50s. I worked there as a boy shining shoes. My Dad James Gortney and Charlie Gray was cousins. I grew up in Roscoe and left there i 1957 and moved to Odessa, Tx. My brother Jerry still lives in Sweetwater, and keeps us brother and sister Doris Gortney, informed of the going on around the area. Would like to here from friend in the area. Sure miss all the fun times I had in Roscoe.<br />Aubrey "Guy' Gortney<br />ggortney@nctv.comUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13822489110156181956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-26592959744075149952011-02-19T12:46:37.575-06:002011-02-19T12:46:37.575-06:00I'm a former Roscoe girl and just ran across y...I'm a former Roscoe girl and just ran across your website. Charlie Gray was my Papaw! I loved him so and miss him every day. How wonderful to see this picture and read this very insightful article.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-43574553091215229812011-02-09T13:00:36.969-06:002011-02-09T13:00:36.969-06:00I was trying to correct my spelling and deleted th...I was trying to correct my spelling and deleted the whole thing! I was just saying that I remember those days and the urge to go inside the hall. I think I may have a photo of Boxcar Slim somewhere, I will try to find it.Paper Dollshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10954124673776935513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-73269428125192836702011-02-09T12:58:24.811-06:002011-02-09T12:58:24.811-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Paper Dollshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10954124673776935513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-16101813364889376322011-01-20T13:30:44.212-06:002011-01-20T13:30:44.212-06:00Many an evening was spent not inside Orville Faugh...Many an evening was spent not inside Orville Faught's pool hall, but sitting outside on the sidewalk or street curb. Like Rose in Titanic, this is where I learned to "spit like a man". The chewing tobacco for the novices was Beech Nut or Red Man. Those who were older veterans chewed Tinsley White Tag (my dad's favorite), Bull of the Woods or Days Work. The red bricks on the street were often a browner shade when the gathering broke up.Joe Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02926350800768808870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-73288177181784071312011-01-19T19:03:51.767-06:002011-01-19T19:03:51.767-06:00I remember going to Boxcar Slim's as a little ...I remember going to Boxcar Slim's as a little girl. What really sticks out in MY memory is the funky smell of "old man". It was a strange, unpleasant odor.Vanya Lasagnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13732642599583337667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-79796751448361841812011-01-19T14:22:02.807-06:002011-01-19T14:22:02.807-06:00I miss those days and I miss those men. If I close...I miss those days and I miss those men. If I close my eyes I can still hear the clink of the dominoes and the smell of the oil and gas at Chubby and Dads station. Thanks Snake.The Living Legendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14963323221050124163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-60242837456125994812011-01-19T13:33:51.935-06:002011-01-19T13:33:51.935-06:00I'm getting nostalgic about it and I wasn'...I'm getting nostalgic about it and I wasn't even there! Great post.Lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12668131737225901614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-22228215542585149112011-01-19T12:07:41.553-06:002011-01-19T12:07:41.553-06:00I never knew there was such strategy to dominos. W...I never knew there was such strategy to dominos. We played it as kids, but spent more time lining them up to watch them fall than playing by the rules. Great descriptions of the game and the players!Chesapeake Readerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08591660811701104820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649404985852161245.post-13880466110348733782011-01-19T12:00:03.683-06:002011-01-19T12:00:03.683-06:00You missed the cotton gins. There were always dom...You missed the cotton gins. There were always domino games going on there. A better class of people!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11027701153171982870noreply@blogger.com