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(received 02/24/2010)

Hi, Re: Bush Mountain...As a child I lived in the 1300 block of Beecher until we built a house in 1940 on the west Richland Rd. across Cascade, near E.L Connally.

While we lived on Beecher our domestic maid lived South beyond what is now the eastern part of Richland Rd. She walked to work but if it was raining my mother drove up a rocky, muddy road to pick her up. I often stayed at her big gray house and played with the black children. I remember they had a big black iron pot where they did their washing and stirred with a broom stick then hung it out to dry. The pool that was remembered was at "Carawana Lodge" a restaurant that served the world's best fried chicken. When I was four I almost drowned in that pool. My older cousin was deaf and was watching me. His mother had to jump in, clothes and all and pull me out. That's Bush Mountain and the restaurant many of us visited.

Jerry Watts, (Brown 1952)

(received 02/25/2010)

To David and/or others working with JoeBrownHigh website: BUSH MOUNTAIN

In the 1950's and 60's, I lived on Wyland Drive which was next to Bush Mountain. Wyland Drive ran between Almont Drive and Avon Avenue. That area was part of the Oakland City community. In the early evenings of hot summers, we could see Bush Mountain on a hill which backed up to Almont Drive, and which ran off of Oakland Drive. We were young children attending Ragsdale Elementary. Several of the neighborhood kids would climb up on our wrought-iron front porch railing with binoculars and "spy" on what was happening on Bush Mountain. We could see African Americans (back then, "colored" people) rocking on their wooden front porches. Especially exciting was when a woman would be seen through our binoculars smoking a cigar or pipe. We had never experienced any kind of dealings with "colored" people, so just spying on them made us feel like we were secretly doing something really big! I remember being afraid that one of them would catch me looking at them through the binoculars because they looked so close that they could have reached out and grabbed us. As we grew older and began Brown High, the excitement faded. Soon we were in school with "colored" students, Bush Mountain families began moving in next door on Wyland Drive, and spying didn't matter anymore.

Susan (Brown 1967) and/or Marvin "Ray" Bishop