By Melody Vallieu
February 14, 2014
Treasure Island restoration a bad idea
To the Editor:
In response to “Treasure Island begins design phase,” Miami Valley Sunday News, Feb. 9, 2014, edition. I’d like to offer my thoughts.
The first paragraph reads in part, “Treasure Island may be buried underneath a blanket of snow today …” On Dec. 22, 2o13, it was buried under umpteen feet of brown, muddy flood water. The city is proposing spending millions of dollars on an area that is in a flood plain. Really?
Is the Miami Conservancy District and the Corps of Engineers OK with this concept? Or will the lighthouse and restrooms be constructed on stilts? No, on second thought, it would be very costly to make them ADA (Americans With Disabilities Act) compliant. How about built-in floatation devices so we can drag them back from Tipp City after the next big flood.
I just hope that the plantings that will be proposed for the green space are from the Amazon River basin and love periodic inundations.
I know that all of the good old boys in the federal government must be very pleased that the city of Troy is following their example of spending money they don’t have on something they don’t need. Way to go Troy!
— Charles W. Frank
Theater memories are good ones
To the Editor:
That was an interesting letter from Sam Cairns about the Mayflower and Jewel theaters. The Mayflower didn’t show movies that would interest kids. They did have silent movies like “The Winning of Barbara Worth.” They had an organ down front that played during the silent shows.
The Jewel was my favorite, too. Also there was Tim McCoy and Buck Jones. That was before Roy Rogers. On the corner just east of the Jewel was the Piggly Wiggly store. They had turn-styles as you went in and you could pick up your groceries and bring them back to the checkout. I think they are still in existence in the south.
In 1942, I was in the Navy and in Boston. On the 28th of November, my friend and I were going to the Coconut Grove nightclub. Beatrice Kaye, a British singer and comedian was there. Late in the day, my friends’ wife called and said they couldn’t go. I didn’t go either. That night they had a big fire and Buck Jones was killed. I must have had a guardian angel.
— Bob Hart