Where’s Waldo standing in Olde Richmond?

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In this exciting new contest you determine where you would be standing today from the viewpoint of vintage images from Olde Richmond. Points will be given for accuracy, nostalgic auto biographical remembrances and literary style. The winner will receive a fabulous prize selected from my vast array of dust collectors I have amassed over the last thirty years. I am divesting myself of these items because I am selling Ye Olde Eldridge House and since I wish to travel light afterwards I won’t need them. High value things will be sold on CraigsList or EBay, lesser objects will be sold at a yard sale and I will select from the truly unsellable yet unique hidden treasures to award as prizes in our contest. Quality of prize will be commensurate with quality of submission. Here are your first images. You have one week to enter. Good luck,


7 Responses to “Where’s Waldo standing in Olde Richmond?”

  1. jude3obscured Says:

    Do we have to identify all of them?

  2. Any comment or entry at all at this point would qualify you as the winner.

  3. jude3obscured Says:

    Oh, well in that case:

    The third one from top is in Capitol square, or whatever we call the grounds where the Capitol is. The one below that is somewhere on Broad Street, and I’ll hazard a guess that it’s a few blocks west of Laurel. The dome-ish one is the former train station/current Science Museum on Broad near Robinson. And the color pic is Monument Avenue, somewhere between Robinson Street and the Lee Monument (can’t rememember – is Allen Street the cross street?).

    Very top one might be old train station near Shockoe Bottom. Bottom one also might be a tobaccy warehouse somewhere in Shockoe Bottom. Speaking of old train station, JMoser/Boat: what would happen to that if the travesty of a baseball stadium goes in there?

  4. I’m guessing
    1-Broad street, became Richmond Glass, now being renovated
    2-View of downtown from Hollywood
    3-Bell Tower on the Capital grounds
    4-Movie Theatre on Broad -now Dept. of Social Services
    5-Kanawa Canal after Richmond’s disgrace
    6-Monumental Church
    7-More Canal this time East of Downtown near the tobacco warehouses
    8-Monument Avenue-I have a bad memory on every corner near here
    9-Trestle to Bell Island
    10-The triple cross east of downtown
    11-underneath the Huguenot Bridge
    12-View from Libbie Hill
    13-Fulton Ironworks, Now Valentine Museum

  5. We have a winner!. Don, tell bigK what he has won. For having the most correct answers in our contest bigK has won a complete tour of Richmond on the GRTC with an all day pass, ride the GRTC “it’s so easy!” including a stop at Johnsons Burger Bar with a complimentary Bologna Burger fried in heirloom grease with a half inch thick slice of grilled 70% meat byproduct bologna smothered with grilled onions and melted Velveta on Wonder bread with extra Dukes Mayonnaise on request. A day to remember forever. Yes , it’s all yours, bigK, and congratulations on your win!

  6. Ah, Johnson’s Burger Bar, such great memories I have of this place. Does anyone else remember it? It’s former location was at the dog leg at Cary and Lombardy, I think. The spot may now be a gas station. This food shack took up all of nine square feet in the corner of an acre lot. They must have given up on cleaning the burnt grease off the windows or anything else sometime during the Eisenhower administration and I am convinced that this aspect contributed greatly to the authentic flavor of their unique cuisine. The culinary output of Johnsons Burger Bar was just the ticket if you were hanging out in the fan at two in the morning and suddenly felt an overpowering hunger for any food at all and most particularly for some ultra greasy soul food. The order window emitted a cloud of grease smoke as ” The Dude” cooked up the bologna burgers, steak samiches and greens. You plunked down 1.75$ into the huge palm of a three hundred pound plus black man wearing an apron that seemed to be made more of saturated fat than actual cloth for a “Steak Sandwich”. That was my favorite. It was a cheap T-Bone boiled till it was done and well tenderized( I think the main criterion for cooking soul food is to cook it “Till it’s Done”) and then turned a few times on the hot grill, topped by yesterday’s grilled onions and placed between two slices of Wonder Bread. Lest I break a tooth I was warned not to bite directly into the steak sandwich because you had to remove the bone first. During the process of placing your order, it was best to refrain from asking any questions as they were met with a grunt, a look of disdain and the very real possibilty that your order might not be quite right. If you were careful to avoid direct eye contact with your chef, ( another unwritten rule) your sandwich wrapped in grease soaked paper would be passed out the steaming window by the dark disembodied mitt of “The Dude” and we could then sit on the curb to experience the kind of exquisite down home gustatory munchie satisfaction that has now been eroded away by the tides of dietary correctness. I’ll never forget such special things from the past, tastes and times that are now truly ,gone with the wind.

  7. For a time, Richard and I went out every night. Mostly to drink and listen to bands at the local bars around Richmond. One of our regular haunts was Hard Times a dingy hang that featured blues music. I cant’ say it was our favorite place (even if we had one) but we were there quite often. We would drink beer by the pitchers-full and only sometimes successfully flirt with the girls. After a night of this – the manager would tell us it was time to leave. We’d drift outside and across the street to Johnson’s Burger Bar.

    Just as Roto suggests – the place was small and a little scary. Looking back on it, the food probably was awful but since we could most likely eat the ass out of a Rhino – it was just what we wanted. On occasion they wouldn’t even serve us. I supposed this was racially motivated and mainly just came from the younger guys. I also think these guys did stuff to our food but we never got sick.

    My best memory of JBBs centered around a couple older neighborhood drunks that pan-handled out front every night. One of these guys was “the talker” though it was hard understand him through the slurs. He usually said the money was for a “samich” .His buddy never spoke probably as a result of the large divot in his bald black head. One night the talker told us that he would sing us any song we wanted if only we could spare some change. I picked my favorite song – Stardust. While this fellow began what was a surprising rendition of the tune considering his condition his friend danced around. All this for 10 cents! Such a deal.

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