by Jerry Kasperek
Oops! I therefore offer a sincere apology to Jean and Wesley Prent for incorrectly stating in my last column that he was her “late” husband. Some reporter I am!
My assumption that he was no longer with us was because I had not seen the two together for quite awhile as I’d bump into Jean out shopping as all by herself. I must say, however, she was very gracious about it in her phone call to correct my misstatement.
“He doesn’t get out much anymore,” she said. “But he’s still here.”
What a good lesson in not jumping to conclusions until it’s checked out! By the same token, although I had a couple of good sources providing information on the life and time of George “Hawkshaw,” I’ve had an equally reliable source say that his last name was Hutchinson and not Hutchins as I stated in a few columns ago and that he lived in Vermillion and not Volney and with his sister and brother-in-law and not his mother.
Fun, fun, fun though it is, it would seem being a columnist of local interests isn’t always as easy as it’s cracked up to be. So I thank you for your patience and promise to do better in the future. (But if I mess up again please be sure to let me know. Thanks!)
Who remembers the Green and White Diner? Apparently a lot of people do — it was, after all, one of the mainstays of Fulton’s downtown back in the day.
To refresh our collective memory, the Green and White Diner sat near the end of the Lower Bridge (Oneida Street Bridge) on South First Street about where the municipal parking lot is today, a few yards north of where The Tavern on the Lock is now located.
According to Doc Manitta, who knows and enjoys talking about local history, the diner was brought here by a horse-drawn rig, pulled on skids over the Lower Bridge and placed in this prime location where it stood until the 1970s and urban renewal.
At first it had the look of a railroad dinning car as was the custom back then, until at some point a dinning room was added.
Doc brought me a copy of one of its old menus. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have a date on it. But by reading the prices you know it must have been in the 1930’s or 40s.
Coffee and milk (per glass) was 5 cents, while you could get you a pot of tea, a cup of Postum (you remember that, don’t you?), a toddy (hot or cold), a cup of cocoa, or a glass of lemonade or orange juice for just 10 cents an order.
My personal recollections of the Green and White began when I was a small child and my babysitter Millie Moon walked me across the Lower Bridge to visit my Mom who for a short time was a waitress at the dinner.
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