San Antonio memories 1963 — JFK, Savings Bonds, Porky Pig and True Detective

San Antonio memories 1963.

Innocent adventures in a Southside barbershop 

Like many San Antonio residents on November 21, 1963, I saw President John F. Kennedy and First Lady Jaqueline Kennedy the day before his assassination. My mother was my third grade class homeroom mother and on Wednesdays she came by to sell U.S. Savings Bonds stamps for our booklets. Right after some of the students purchased them, she took me out of class. She checked me out of Gillette Elementary School just in time to drive us to a great spot on Southwest Military Drive. She explained what a ‘president’ was (‘like a king’). But what was most exciting was seeing my father Walter Dennis escorting the presidential motorcade on his SAPD motorcycle.

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U.S. Savings Bonds Stamps, 1963 (J. Dennis)

Slightly west of the halfway point on the street I saw President Kennedy at, between the San Jose Mission and Kelly Air Force Base, is a region where my father was considered an “El Patron” by some in the community.

Starting on the Southeast corner of Military Drive, and heading south for eleven blocks on Commercial Street, was the first of five business pillars of our community. These proprietors were the foundation of commerce on Commercial. They were gaining their momentum during the period Mr. Joe Barry and Mr. Stacey were beginning their fade.

Bud Jones, owner of the “Meal A Minute” 89 cent All-You-Can-Eat -Fish opened his restaurant in 1959. Today, this South Side institution still serves the All-You-Can-Eat-Fish and his daughter Cathy runs it.

Joe Barry owned the Terrell Wells grocery and gas store that eventually became the original VFW Post 8541. Daddy would go in to buy a pack of Camels (later on, he graduated to Salem’s) as I would sit in the car and look at the screen on a front door. It was painted yellow and blue with a gingham dressed girl smiling with bread in her hands proclaiming “Fairmaid is Good Bread!”

Grocery shopping 1963 (J. Dennis)

I wondered often if she was kin to Dorothy of Kansas and Toto fame. Perhaps a blond cousin? Later on I figured out the truth though. I deduced she was the older sister of another girl and her dog– the little tan one on Coppertone signs who was embarrassed about having her panties almost torn off.

Across the street from Terrell Wells grocery was Stacey’s Barber Shop with a prominent barber pole on the south front lawn. Mr. and Mrs. Stacey lived on the North half of their shop in a small white wood framed house.

Three generations: Jack Dennis, Walter Dennis, Jack Dennis 1963 (Dennis Family)

It was a matter of honor, but mostly courage, to sit up high on the board placed on the white arms of the barber chair of Mr. Stacey. I proudly received my trims from the same man who had cut my Great Grandfather John’s, Grandpa Jack’s and my father’s hair.

I liked to go there with Daddy. Momma would always make me sit close to the front door as we walked in. It just did not seem quite right for a girl like Momma, to be in a barber shop. There was nothing really wrong with it. Other mothers and even Mrs. Stacey came in occasionally. But a guy could not really appreciate the “feel” of the place with women in there. There seemed to be more laughter and the men could talk about men’s things like “baseball,” or “a missile crisis” when the women were away.

Stacy’s Barber Shop (NL)

In early December 1963 Daddy took me in for a brief birthday haircut. Grandpa Dennis was in one of the waiting chairs at the far right end facing the barber chairs on the left.

Without Momma around I could penetrate farther in and get away from the front door where the Porky Pig and Zorro books were. Sitting between Daddy and Grandpa I could scan the cover of nearby True Detective magazines. Mr. and Mrs. Stacey would never allow anything more manly than that. But to a guy just about to turn eight, True Detective was very mannish.

If one was lucky, perhaps an old timer would tell the story of the Chinese Grave Yard, The Donkey Lady, or some other San Antonio legends.

As each customer walked in they were passed an 8 x 10 black and white glossy of what was purported to be the “last picture of JFK before he was shot.” One of the barbers had bought it for a dollar at the drug store located next to St. Leo’s Church during their Fall Festival and Tamale Sale. Daddy let me look at it and I felt important.

“Okay, Jack, you are next,” said of the barbers. Grandpa got up and set down in this man’s chair.

Haircut styles 1963 (NL)

I did not notice who just walked in. I was determining if Daddy would let me go next, after Grandpa, instead of him. If so, Mr. Stacey would cut my hair. Then my odds for getting a sucker were better. Some of the other barbers did not always remember to pass out the suckers. Not only did Mr. Stacey ever forget, he would let me choose the color. I would leave the yellows or browns for the unfortunate kids that were stuck with the other barbers.

Richard Floyd, my step grandfather set down beside me grinning.

“Paw Paw,” I grinned back. We hugged.

Paw Paw was a tall human being. With only one good eye and a few good teeth he was not much for the world to see, but to me he walked on water.

“What are you doing, gettin’ your ears lowered, Booger?” He waved his hand from front to back over his head.

“They only charge Paw Paw half price, because I only have half my hair.”

What a treat it was to have two grandfathers and a father in the same barber shop all at the same time.

“Are you ready for your birthday?” Paw Paw asked.

When Grandpa Jack Dennis heard that he called me up and reached in his wallet. He handed me a dollar bill.

“Grandpa didn’t forget your birthday,” he said. “You tell your daddy to get you something with this.”

When I sat back down, I immediately realized what people meant when they said “bad luck or trouble comes in threes.” I had been waiting for the third calamity to reveal itself ever since my dog Blackie died on November 3. Then President Kennedy died. Within a little over a month’s time, there I was, in the middle of the prohibited end of the barber shop and suddenly going through trauma numero tres!

Barber Shop: Shave & Haircut (1963)

It was at this moment I discovered that BOTH of my grandfathers had three fingers missing from their left hands. What was this? Why hadn’t I really noticed their left hands before? Or maybe I did, but it did not register until I saw them both in the same room. Or was it because I was almost eight and noticing more adult things?

For at least the next few weeks I was terrified of everything my hands touched. Perhaps this was some kind of omen or family curse? What were the odds? Two grandfathers with the same hands missing fingers!

Just in time for Christmas, Daddy explained that Paw Paw was only my step-grandfather, so it really did not count—-there was no family curse.

“You do not have to worry about it anymore.”

Thank God for Daddy’s explanation. I do not know how much longer I could have held out keeping my left hand in my pocket every where I went. Each morning when I awoke, I would look to see if those fingers on that hand were still there. Somehow it would sneak out from under the pillow during my sleep.

Definitely I would not dare do what the other boys were inventing in the cafeteria. By placing a pencil on top of their middle finger and bending the adjacent fingers over the pencil, they could “shoot the bird.”

Not quite understanding what that meant, as far as I was concerned if I shot that bird it was sure to be a recipe for the family curse. I knew that bird had wings for a reason. Around me it was going to just have to fly away. I did not intend to lose my three fingers over a bird.


Jack A. Dennis

Jack Dennis grew up in San Antonio. A former private investigator, reporter and chain store executive, Jack spends his time traveling, marshaling at Fair Oaks Ranch Golf & Country Club, and writing.

Fredericksburg, Texas




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