No Shirts, No Shoes..Oops No Service!

New England summers can be hot, maybe not as hot as Florida, but by the standards of northerners, its hot!  Talking with friends from Connecticut, they report, this past summer season was hotter and more humid than normal.  Tough to say what normal is anymore, the weather worldwide seems to be abnormal.  Whether Florida or Connecticut, hot weather brings a variety of apparel or lack of into the forefront.  Signs appear at every place of business, Shirts and Shoes required.  Other than the shoe part, it isn't really enforced here in the south or perhaps they've just given up on telling people to put clothes on.

 At Fred's News, under our ownership, it was enforced.  In a  "sue happy society", protecting ones' assets was necessary.  During hot weather, some of the younger generation, enjoyed showwing off their assets, much to the dismay of the opposite sex of that same generation, we told them all, "No shirts, no shoes...oops no service!"  One particular incident always comes to mind:  A young female patron of Fred's News, known for her abrasive personality, stopped by hot Sunday afternoon.  As she came into the restaurant, she announced,  "Give me two vanilla milkshakes, make it quick, I'm in a hurry!"  One of our employees, Missy, then replied, "just a moment please, I will be right with you." The young lady, highly agitated and very scantily clad, (just a bikini..itsy, bitsy!) curtly replied, "I haven't got time for your bullshit, just make them!"  Missy, noticing her attire, peeked around the corner of the counter, saw her bare feet and smiled..."Sorry, no shirt, no shoes...oops SWEETHEART...no service!"  This young lady, very pissed off, but loving the attention she was getting, yelled, "just make the G-damn milkshakes and I will be right back."  Fair enough, out the door she ran, grabbed her flip-flops from the car and headed back in.  Missy couldn't resist, pointed to the sign..."Where's the shirt?"  Livid, Ms. Shapely ran back to the vehicle, grabbed the tank top and returned.  "Are you happy now, where are my milkshakes?"  Calmly Missy continued.."Are they both vanilla?"  "What the hell, are you deaf or something, just make them!" screamed the rude one.  Missy made them, took the young lady's money, replying, "have a wonderful afternoon, come back and see us again."  Shapely lady's reply, "Not when your here, bitch!" then kicked the door open so hard, it swung back, knocking the milkshakes from her hands, covering the front of her and the step.  After a few expletives....she returned demanding a towel and new milkshakes.  Missy gave her a bucket of hot water..."CLEAN IT NOW and I am not saying PLEASE.  You want a towel..DO IT!"  And do it she did, Missy made her new milkshakes and told her.."Had you been nicer, I might of given these to you.  Oh yes, don't forget when you come back..No shirt, no shoes....oops no service!"  Gotta love that woman!  

Political Correctness at Fred's

Along with the Autumn season colors, comes the season of politics.  This too can be quite colorful, off color or just plain rotten and dark.  As wonderful as the scents of the Fall season are, the stench of the political season, although invigorating for many, can be down right stinky.  Whether it is politics on the national, state or municipal level, the season invokes a large amount of negative behaviors on it's participants and eventually consumes the innocent onlooker.  Fred's News was no exception.  Early on, as the political season approached, a certain nastiness began to appear.  The most profoundly common statement, "They (potential candidates), are so full of shit, they don't know what the hell they are talking about, all of them have their heads up their asses!"  There's the nastiness I was referring to.  As for "full of shit", that's quite possible, especially if the "heads up their asses" statement is correct!  Then to reaffirm that they are "full of shit", the statement "everything that comes out of their mouths is shit," is the truth!  Lot's of politicians lack common sense..so the solution is right in front of them.  Take "your head out of your ass" and "shit won't come out of your mouth", therefore your bodily functions will improve greatly, you will no longer be "full of shit" and maybe with a better out look, common sense will return and my beloved Fall season will no longer be stinky and full of poop!!

The Town of Sprague has always been a predominately Democratic area.  It's neighbors to the north, Franklin, predominately Republican, with a few Independents and a number of "my own political party" people added to the mix.  Conversations, although lively most of the time, did reach the frenzy stage during political season.  Candidates were seen more often, the length of their stop depending on the nature of the questions thrown at them, by the patrons in the place.  If the comments were on the negative side, "look who's coming in now, we never see that idiot except when he /she needs our vote", you kind of knew this candidate wouldn't be ordering a full course meal, maybe just a coffee to go.  Bill's comment to the patrons, "come on guys, ease up, we gotta make a buck too"!  Then they would all laugh, that inner sense of "let's bait this guy, give him a chance to settle in, eat a bit, fatten him up, then will move in for the kill!" would take over.  On the flip side, if a candidate was well like, they'd sit with them, offering expert advise, asking pertinent questions and listening intently to the answers.  This behavior was an art form at Fred's News and should of been taken seriously by the local political parties.  Patrons pretty much knew who was or wasn't going to be in office come November.  Patrons that were not involved in politics, loved front row seats, allowing full view of the action.  What upset them....Political signs on the windows, blocking their view!  That alone could sway their vote! 

Change Wasn't Always Easy!

During our twenty two plus years as owners of Fred's News, we remained very consistent with our menu.  Usually items that were added permanently were first talked about, then product was ordered, our patrons views and tastes were considered, feasibility and production cost and many other details were discussed.  Some of the discussions were loud, maybe even knock down, dragged out bitching, but I usually got my way.  Mr. Bill was very set in his ways, as was his stomach when it concerned breakfast food.  To this day he always orders, three eggs over bacon, toast and sometimes home fries.  OMG..how boring!  Liven it up, try something new, wake up those taste buds!

Under "the brothers" ownership, not a single omelet was on the menu, nor were potatoes, sausage, pancakes or any daily specials for that matter.  Lunch items were even more boring.  I would always joke and say, it's "got to be a male thing" standard food, no flare.  Yes, this was a small restaurant, mostly a meeting place, so let's change it up a bit.  A small restaurant, meeting place, with GREAT food choices.  The process worked, people loved it, we were happy until we (I) decided something new should be added.  Eventually Bill learned, easier to agree, why fight, the "most stubborn person in the world" is going to get her way!  I am stubborn, had to be.  You don't raise a houseful of males, without being stubborn.  Even the dog was a male!

Food was not the only thing that was added at Fred's News.  "The Brothers" never had a real hand held menu.  You just looked up at the wall, read the items from an old Coca Cola menu board and ordered.  That might of worked when everyone sat at the counter or with only two tables in the place, but as tables were added and the place filled up, not all areas could view the menu board.  My good friend Chris came up with monthly menus.  They were put at the tables and along the counter, allowing all to have a clear view of the offerings.  These menus evolved into works of art.  Each month a new picture was on the front, Chris even made a game out of it.  Doorways from all over the Town of Sprague, even photos of people behinds graced the front of the menu.  People enjoyed the guessing games they created and even began collecting them.  Chris had created a monster, so eventually we began doing the menus.  Bill was indifferent to them at first, he said, "as long as it isn't more work for me, I don't care!"  Pictures of his flowers were popular menu covers.  When people commented on how gorgeous they looked...he then cared.  He would put his "two cents" in and lend thoughts on what the next menu cover should include.  Guests travelling through the area would always ask for a souvenir menu, even requesting our signature...Mr. Bill thought the menu was a great addition!

Fishing Buddies

One of Bill's favorite past times during our years at Fred's News, was fishing and crabbing.  Buzzy, Happy, Al P., Al G., Rich O, Dave S., and Ernie from the telephone company all loved to fish.  What did they all have in common besides their love of fishing, they were regular customers at Fred's News.  This group of totally different personalities, from all walks of life, just plain and simply put, loved to fish, swap whopping big fish tales and go on fishing trips.  Buzzy travelled the most, and brought back great stories of his excursions, particularly Salmon fishing on Lake Ontario. 

Bill and buddies took two trips north to Lake Ontario.  Buzzy gave them all the details, where to stay, who had the best charter boat and who was the best captain.   Probably should of paid a little more attention to Buzzy, but what the hell, they caught fish!  The first place they stayed (Bill's description):  The place was like a big old, weathered red barn under construction.  The view was great, looking out the back window, the water led to a bay directly into Lake Ontario.  The view inside the room was beyond description.  Mr. Potato Head said,  "the room charge was ten dollars a night and that was nine bucks too much!"  The bathroom for all the rooms, was down the hall, the only one in this big old barn.  So, you shared this common area with everyone that was staying  there.  Nice! OMG...no wonder they called it a fishing camp...just cutting a hole in the floor would of been better than what was offered.  The guys agreed, it was only a place to sleep.  The next morning Bill was in a makeshift type shower, hearing someone talk, he turned around, only to realize, there was a guy sitting on the commode right next to the shower stall.  Bill could see over the top of the shower and there was someone relieving himself.  That's a "DOUBLE NICE!!!

Their first day out on the charter boat, the Lake was very rough and choppy.  The only one seemed bothered by this was Wimpy Bill.  I tried to tell him, take some of those seasick patches, but "No way, I can handle it!"  After turning, green, yellow and woofing his cookies, Bill headed down the hatch.  Just as he thought he felt better, Happy comes down the stairs into the galley, pulls out a foot long sandwich, full of salami, cheese, lettuce, tomato and oozing oil, promptly starts chowing down, "hey Billy, want a bite?"    So much for an afternoon of fun fishing.  Day two, Mr. Bill now has his "sea legs", and yes, they all caught fish.  The Lake was beautiful, calm and fish were hungry.  They filled their cooler with salmon, packing them carefully in ice, taking great pains so their fish would not spoil.  I really don't think the cooler was ready for one hundred plus pounds of fish.  As they attempted to lift the cooler, SNAP!  Just the handles were lifted, the weight too much, off they snapped.  Off to the local store for two new coolers.  Thank God the room was only ten bucks!

Every night the Egg-Nazi would call home to report the day's adventure.  He knew  the locals wanted to hear stories of the mighty fishermen and their haul.  As the van pulled into the driveway of Fred's News, we all went out on the back dock to greet the "men returned from the sea (lake)".  As they opened the door of the van, it was not only the smell of salmon that pierced the air....four guys in seedy hotel, with one shower for everyone, for a total of four days, was not a cozy, homey fragrance!  Get out the Yankee Candles and burn the van!!!

Cheese and Apple Cider...mmmmm Good!

Fall in the New England means festivals, country fairs, state fairs and the Big E, also known as the Eastern State Expositions or the Springfield Fair.  If that isn't confusing enough, it is held annually for approximately two  weeks, from mid September to early October.  Located in Agawam, Massachusetts,  a suburb of Springfield, it represents all of the New England States, their economies, citizens and civic organizations.  This exposition attracts visitors from all over the United States as well as many other countries.

From the time Bill and I were youngsters, we have made yearly visits to this fair. Occasionally, there were multiple visits during the two weeks it was opened.  Well known performers entertain nightly, agricultural judging takes place daily, and the place is packed when the Rodeo starts.  It's great fun and brings in millions of dollars annually to the Massachusetts economy.  There are hawkers, selling their wares in the Better Living Building, with kitchen gadgets being the most entertaining.  During our yearly visits, we would always pick up some sort of new gadget for Fred's News.  Our patrons would arrive and ask "does it really work like it is advertised?"  Surprisingly, a definite yes!  Over the years we purchased a number of "Ginsu knives" guaranteed to slice tomatoes paper thin.  You could also use it to cut aluminum cans in half.  For life of me I can't imagine "why the hell you would cut aluminum cans in half!"  Some stupid -ass advertising gimmick.  Point being...the knives worked like a charm, slicing tomatoes.  True to their ad, they never had to be sharpened.  We still have two Ginsu knives here in Florida. Many of our customers purchased a Ginsu, if it was good enough for Fred's News, it was good enough for them!  Another spot on useful product, the chamois towels, guaranteed to last a lifetime...what is a lifetime and whose life are they basing this fact on?  Hopefully, my lifetime, you can't wear those bad boys out!  Maple syrup from Vermont, wild blueberries from Maine, fantastic seafood and fritter batter from Rhode Island, fresh cranberries for our freshly baked muffins, from the Massachusetts pavilion and the list goes out.  The Big E was better than most Trade Shows we attended.

Our purchases for Fred's News, were not limited to food products.  Many great Fall decorations and Christmas ornaments would now call Fred's News, home.   There were a few "got to have that items" thrown in as well.  We purchased a bamboo flute for Mark, didn't work as advertised though.  The boomerang, from the Australian group, however, was a whole other ball game.  First question:  What was an Australian entourage doing at the Eastern States Exposition?  Money talks.  If they were willing to pay the set up fee to hawk "their wares", so be it.  Second question:  Did the boomerang work?  Absolutely!  Not the first few tries, but once you got the idea of how to hold it and throw it, back it came.  The time Bill had a successful throw, it returned, we watched in awe, then scattered, for fear of getting smacked in the head by that hovering menace.  Eventually, Bill got it down to a science.

Perhaps the best memory we've taken back from the Big E:  A jug of fresh apple cider, a brick of extra sharp Vermont  cheddar cheese, all consumed on the ride home from the fair.  Pulling into the lot behind the restaurant, hurrying up the stairs, sleeping an hour or two, then up again for our day at Fred's News.

Autumn Memories...Apple Farm Rd.

Today we visited the local Farmers' Market, purchasing our weekly supply of fruits and vegetables.  Here in Florida,  Farmers' Markets can be found almost everyday of the week.  "In season produce" is abundant, with pricing fairly low compared to the grocery store prices.  Although apples are not local produce in this part of the country, they are many varieties at the Farmers' Market.  Prices this season are high.  We understand,  the weather in the northern climates this past Spring, is the culprit. Last season we purchased "fresh cider", we will not make the same mistake again this year.

Mr. Potato Head was reminiscing about the Fall season he remembers as a child in Norwich, Connecticut.  Apple orchards and local farms flourished in eastern Connecticut.  "Scotland Road should of been called Apple Farms Road",  Bill mentions as he recalls that ten to fifteen mile stretch of road,   he walked home from school everyday, as being the most scenic and serene places during his childhood.  This is where his love of farming and the dream of someday being a dairy farmer, was born.

At the bottom of Scotland Road was the Bailey Farm. Bordering this was Polsby's Farm.  This farm had only golden Guernsey cows.  Continuing north, was Bill's favorite place in the fall, Wallstone Orchards, owned and operated by the Graham family.  Mr. Bill remarked, "There wasn't a day he didn't walk by that apple orchard, fill his belly and pockets with the crisp Autumn Macintosh apples."   He also mentioned, "this was the first place he every saw apple cider being made.  We used to ride our bikes down their and get free cider.  The plastic cup was always there, just fill it up!"  About a half mile north was a pasture owned by Mr. Polsby.  It was full of huckleberry and blueberry bushes.   You could jump the fence and fill your belly with these fresh berries.  It was too bad when the birds also found them.  Just a stones throw away, on the opposite side of the road, was the Geer farm, which was more of a menagerie than a farm.  Continuing North, was a small farm, owned by an old hunch-backed man named Gardner.  He only raised heifers and harvested his hay by hand, sometimes using a sickle, stuffing it to old grain bags and storing it in the old barn.  Eccentric beyond belief, Bill would walk by the place at a brisk speed.  "Very eerie and spooky, the man spoke like someone straight from a horror flick" Bill remembers.   Rumor was, the man was old eccentric millionaire with no family or friends.  He didn't even have electricity in the place. Walking along you'd arrive at Bill's house.  Right next to Bill's parents was the Lillibridge Farms, Clarence on one side, his brother Thurston on the other.  Everything Bill learned about nature, trees, crops and preservation of these, he owes to older Mr. Thurston Lillibridge.  Thurston, wife Margie, was the "greatest cook in the world!"  Bill worked and lived the entire summers at the Lillibridge house.  Most everything they ate was "homegrown."  "That woman could even make cod fish patties, digestible!"  Not one of his favorite meals.

 A local landmark was next, Wilcox Sawmill, which also had a very large and picturesque apple orchard, including peach and pear trees.  Large piles of sawdust from the mill, beckoned the neighborhood children.  "King of the Mountain" was the best fun.  My husband recalls taking off socks and shoes, climbing to the very top of the pile, then rolling over and over down to the bottom. Mom wouldn't let him back into the house, until every piece of sawdust was left outside.  Bill said,"You just removed all of your clothing outside, there we no neighbors close enough to see you standing naked, shaking the sawdust out of your clothes."  Boris Kill was the next dairy farm in line, son Jerry went to school with Bill, later becoming the owner of K&L Grains.  On the right hand side, further north, was the most active and idyllic farm on the road, Valley Hill Farm owned by the Rainville Farm.  This was and still is today, the Rainville homestead.  Valley Hill was the only farm in the area selling raw milk.  It also housed the large Rainville family, ten children strong.  They never had to have a hired hand!  Just before the Sprague town line, was Arthur Hawkins Farm.  With about thirty dairy cows, Arthur's was one of the smaller farms on Scotland Road. 

What is ironic about all of these places...most are gone, land sold for development, but still one of the most scenic drives.  As you cross the town line into Sprague, it becomes High St.  Travel down this narrow road, lined with the original "mill houses", you arrive at the Academy of the Holy Family and the cross road of West Main Street.  Just to the right, tucked neatly on the edge of Beaver Brook, is the building that once was Fred's News. 

Although Mr. Bill is almost ten years my senior, the stories of his childhood came to life, as each of the people that were part of his memories, became Fred's News patrons.  Mr. & Mrs. Wilcox, from the old sawmill, had lunch frequently at Fred's News.  How they loved their burgers and steak sandwiches with onions or a BLT sandwich, extra mayo PLEASE.  A long time friend and neighbor during Bill's youth, was Alan Rainville. He and his children visited Fred's News as well, with granddaughter, Heidi, eventually enjoying the coveted role as "Toast Person."  The scenic area  remains, but  the orchard lands are now homes, the sawmill is quiet, the Polsby Farm,although  no longer in operation, still has open land, Valley Hill Farm is the only farm still operating, but no longer produces milk.  They now raise only heifers.   Fred's News, now stands alone and quiet on a once bustling West Main St., beckoning people to remember.        

Just Some Ramblings!

When I decided to write this blog, Bill and I sat down, making a list of so many possible stories.  Some I have laid down "on paper" so to speak, while others still swirl in my mind waiting for the flood gates to open, releasing them for all to enjoy or reminisce about.  While some might be "spot on" others might recall the memorable moment differently.  Bill and I have discussed that point, me winning the conversation, because he won't write the blog.  He'll gladly contribute but nothing beyond that.  Be it known: "The Egg-Nazi, Mr Potato Head, Billie or just plain Big Bill", is actually petrified of the computer.  Imagine of big guy like that, afraid of a little old laptop!  For God sake Bill, it's a friggan machine, just shut it down, close the top, hit the power button or walk away, eventually, it will shut off.  Wimpy Bill's answer to that "Where's the power button?"  Dear God, we live in the twenty first century, and the man doesn't know what the power button looks like?!   Let him sit his ass on the remote for the TV and he sure as shit knows what button to push to reset.  It's all in what your priorities are.

What this little bit of nothing leads up to:  The satellite dish!   My dear husband, as everyone knows, loves sports, any sport.  His beloved Red Sox, Boston Celtics, New York Giants, Golf, if the big names are playing, some hockey games (just to see a fight), and the list grows.  The point being (sorry my dear children, I was beginning to ramble on, again): As I was saying, the point being, with the purchase of Fred's News, Bill's time in front of the TV, watching sports, was almost non-existent.  "We'll buy a satellite dish!"  was his solution.  In 1986, they were rather large monstrosities, complicated to run and just as complicated to hook up.  All this from a man who now remarks..."Where's the power button?"  You see where I am going with this?  Mr. Bill soon realized, he needed assistance installing this piece of equipment.  Enter BOB!  Maybe this was his first crack at doing something like this, I don't know.  What I do know, is the damn thing could of pulled in transmissions from clear across the f#%king galaxy, but let a gentle breezy blow, poof all gone, no picture.  Better yet, let a build up of snow cover the mesh dish, correct... no picture...no nothing!!  Yes, a double negative, but you get the picture.......Fred's News did not!  My recollection of the story may differ slightly from Bill's, but I think he was so desperate to see some sporting event while he worked, he once hoisted Mark onto the flat roof of the porch,(location of the dish), handed him a broom to clean it off, allowing the restaurant to once again have reception. That is sad..so very sad.  Make conversation, listen to the God-damn radio...you do know how to turn THAT on/off! Hopefully?!

Time to Re-calculate!

The Town of Sprague, in the past fifty years, has always been known as a "go-thru" Town.  There were no major attractions, businesses were waning, people took to the open road searching for other areas to "have fun".  Sprague no longer had postcards produced, recording it's landmarks.  Some of the landmarks themselves, disappeared.  The old railroad depot, the movie theater, the Baltic Mill, Park Woolen Mill, The Bay Company Building in the Versailles section of Sprague, are all examples of buildings no longer standing.  One of the most missed landmarks, the Shetucket River Dam just above the Baltic Mill, collapsed in 1955.  At one time, the reservoir created by this dam, provided recreational enjoyment for many families.  Cabins were built up river along the reservoir, allowing for boating, fishing and just plain enjoyment.  It was during this time, Sprague was still considered a destination. 

The collapse of the dam brought devastation to homes and businesses along the Shetucket River.  Levees were built to hold back any future flood waters.  In the late 1960's Sprague once again suffered a flood on the river, ice chunks going over the banks and collecting at the south end of the Village of Baltic, creating quite a bit of damage.  Although I was in my late teens, I remember homes of friends that were impacted by the flood waters.  Again clean up was completed, with officials saying this was "the hundred years flood" and in all likelihood, safeguards were now in place and it shouldn't happen again.   During the late 1970's, this same area of Connecticut as well as a good part of New England had a brutally cold and snowy winter.  A late winter blizzard, then warmer temperatures and rain produced another over the banks flood on this area of the Shetucket River, (Another hundred year flood)!  We lived just about a few hundred feet down the street from Fred's News, which at this time in history, was owned by" the brothers".  Fred's News is located along side of Beaver Brook, which is a small tributary on the Shetucket River.  The actual foundation of Fred's News, holds back the flowing waters of Beaver Brook.  Upstream on Beaver Brook was the M.S. Chambers Mill, a former engraving company,  no longer located in Sprague.  The company had a small dam, just enough to hold back some of the waters along Beaver Brook.  As the ice and snow pack melted, it collected upstream  behind the dam, and the pressure caused it to collapse, flooding homes and businesses, (Fred's News), located along the brook.  "The brothers" took it in stride, using it as an opportunity to "clean out" the cellar.  Yes, this was the second "hundred year" flood in just about ten years.

About maybe ten years ago, we experienced much the same type of winter.  Yes, we were the owners of Fred's News.  During this extreme cold winter, the Shetucket River had frozen solid.  As the rains continued, everyone could see the ice pack starting to move.  I remember that evening, we were in Fred's News with customers and everyone kept saying, "Beaver Brook is rising fast".  Without the dam upstream, we didn't expect a problem.  As the ice pack on the brook let go and came along side the foundation, a rather large piece of the ice flow could not make it under the bridge.  Instead, it flipped upward creating a natural dam right at Fred's News.  The waters rose so fast, it demanded fast action.  Johann..the nephew flew out of Fred's News, quickly heading to his junkyard and returning with his old backhoe.  As he positioned it on the bridge, he extended the giant bucket over the edge of the bridge,  continuing to hit the large chunks of ice until they broke free and moved.  It did save the furnace, but the waters rushed through every open area in the old stone foundation.  We spent the night with our sons, using pumps and buckets cleaning out the water.  Yes, we opened the next morning, but the devastation along the river was again evident.  Chunks of ice ripped through foundations along the lower end of Main Street, even closing Route 97 until waters receded and cleanup could begin.  Fred's News stood strong and proud and we thanked God we survived with minimal damage.  This was the third "hundred year" flood in about thirty years to forty years.

I hadn't thought much about floods until friends mentioned the mid west floods they had survived.  Maybe in our subconscious minds were decided to move to Florida, escaping the cold, snow and early Spring floods.  At least now it is hit or miss with hurricanes, tornadoes and good old-fashioned thunderstorms. 

At Least We Could See the Stars!

About five or six years before we sold Fred's News, we decided that renovations to the upstairs kitchen area and bathroom were a necessity.  We had thought and talked about it for years, but always put it off.  The building had been built in the early 1880's and we wanted to keep it's structure consistent with the rest of the area.  The upstairs kitchen was located in the back of the building and had nothing above it.  The bathroom was also very small but cozy, with it's large iron radiator spewing warm steam during the cold and raw winter months.  Another issue, could we get by with just the kitchen downstairs?  Our contractor promised that the big restaurant stove would remain hooked up until the very last minute.  They would then change over to the new equipment without a hitch.  We agreed.  The project was set to start in October and they would have the new addition enclosed before the cold set in. This would allow them to work inside in a warmer environment. 

This project was not a little one.  It would require the entire back part of the structure to be opened to the elements until a new roof line was built.  Fred's News itself would not be exposed because this part of the building had already been added after the original was completed in the 1880's.  Bill and I thought we had this planned completely, we could of never been so wrong.  Patrons never really knew what we actually had to endure.  The entire original section of the house was boarded up to insure cleanliness to the restaurant.  As we climbed the back stairs to our living quarters, we had to enter the house through the door.  Kind of silly considering there was no top on that part of the building.  The walls were held up by braces attached to the center of the floor, pulling them in.  The new center beam had to be set before a roof structure could be added.  Although there was no rain or snow for that short period of exposure, it was one of the coldest Fall seasons on record.  We did not have a bathroom upstairs during this period and a midnight dash required climbing down the outside back stairway, in the cold,allowing us to use the bathroom in Fred's News.  It was during this time I realized just how much my bladder could hold.  Showers were taken at our son's home for a month.  Thankfully he lived across the street from the restaurant. 

Although the inconvenience was tremendous, demolition of the old section revealed a few secrets.  The carry beam, that remained in the original section, had been engraved in 1880 at a local sawmill.  The markings announced, "Sold to the Baltic Frenchman, 1880."  We did take photos of this before it was once again covered.  Old newspapers and labels were also found in the walls, dating back to that era as well.

We were very disappointed upon learning the kitchen would not be ready for the holiday celebration, but we had made all the holiday pies in advance and froze them for our loyal patrons.  As we celebrated our own holiday season, with family arriving via the new doorway,they looked up in awe at the fourteen foot pine ceiling.  There were no cabinets yet, but the beautiful new center island work/prep area was ready.  The heat in that new section was still minimal, but the warmth and coziness of our family during those stressful times, was all we needed during this special holiday season.

It's Not Just About Hunting

October is just around the corner and the leaves in the northern climates begin to change.  It also means hunting season all over New England.  The State of Connecticut will begin the stocking of pheasant for the bird season, bringing out hunters for all over.  The Shetucket River Valley is heavily stocked, making opening day sometimes a bit crazy.  Forget the long afternoon walks along the riverbed, only the hunters venture into that territory.  On opening day it is a long standing tradition for local Fish and Game clubs to host a sunrise breakfast, Sprague Rod and Gun Club included.  Many hunters asked if Fred's News was opening any earlier on that morning.  "Absolutely not!"  Not because we didn't want to get going any earlier, but these breakfast specials put on by these clubs were only done twice a year, once in the Fall, once in the Spring.  Our take on that:  It's their day, why infringe on their moment.  Once the hunters had enough time in the woods, they'd pile into Fred's News anyway.

Hunters from all over enjoyed the Shetucket River Valley lands.  Some would park in the old Baltic Mill parking lot and walk down, others would head up along Rte. 207 towards the Town of Scotland.  Eventually the majority would all meet in Fred's News to compare stories, never revealing their "secret spot!"  For many years, we enjoyed a group of these hunters that arrived every Saturday morning, beginning with bird season, then into duck season and finally deer season.  Sometimes there would be only four in the group, other times at least ten would arrive, all the way from Massachusetts for some "Saturday morning exercise."  They were a great bunch of gentlemen and we looked forward to their return every Fall season.  We also knew their taste never varied,lots of good hot coffee, thick hamsteaks, eggs, homefries and lots of toast with grape jelly.  They felt very special knowing we remembered their names and their meal choices every year.  We always asked if they wanted to change and the answer remained the same.  It was their "good luck" breakfast that made their "secret spot" a great hunting area.  It was also the best damn ham and eggs they ever had!

Deer season also produced road hazards throughout the area.  As mating season for these animals reached its peak, so did the number of traffic accidents.  Our own children having minor mishaps as well.  Mark had just got his first new vehicle, turn into his driveway, only to have a deer jump out of the bushes at the beginning of the driveway, right onto the hood of his new vehicle.  A few thousand dollars later, it once again looked new.  Todd on the other hand, had put his plow on his pickup.  As he travelled along Rte. 207, a deer jumped in front of him, he swerved but clipped the deer's butt. Todd was fine, the truck was okay, but there was one sore-ass deer roaming around the Town of Franklin.  Part of his hide was stuck on the corner of Todd's plow.

One cool evening in late Fall, as we cleaned up from a long day, I looked out the massive front windows of Fred's News and saw a large buck running up along High Street heading towards Buzz's Barber Shop.  Knowing Buzzy was an avid hunter and hadn't got a deer yet, we called him letting him know he didn't have to go very far for a deer, there was one on the way.  The word was out, "Buzzy hadn't had a good shot all season, it would be a pretty safe run up the street!" 

It's the Water!

It has been an extremely hot summer here in Florida.  Here on this southern peninsula state, it is supposed to be hot, but at times this past summer season, it has been oppressively hot and humid.  My daily updates, from Dave in Connecticut,  always include the weather report.  He reports, it was an overly hot and humid summer season there as well.  At my Florida home, we would never consider life without air conditioning. In Connecticut, ceiling fans in my home, kept me cool.  At times, the humidity might have been a bit much, but for me, not unbearable.  The inside temperatures at Fred's News was always a comfortably cool atmosphere during the summer months.  The two large AC units helped with the climate control and our many patrons appreciated the cooling comfortable environment, as did Northeast Utilities, much to my chagrin!   With the many "heated" and lively conversations constantly occurring, it wasn't only the weather causing the heat within the walls of Fred's News!  Our own iced tea and  iced coffee were  a precious commodity during those warm Connecticut summer months.  Here in Florida, it's "sweet tea" (appreciated by many dentists), or if by chance you can find a place that serves iced coffee, you are in luck.  Dunkin Donuts is here in Florida, but not nearly as numerous as Connecticut.  The coffee just doesn't have the same taste.  In plain English, the water here "sucks!"  We miss the water at Fred's News every minute of every day!  That three hundred foot plus well produced the best sparkling, great tasting water I have ever consumed.  Our coffee, tea and even the ice cubes had a freshness that is hard to describe.  It quenched your thirst and invigorated your inner being, allowing you being to carry on your activities, even on the hottest New England summer day.   My consumption of bottled water has quadrupled and doesn't even begin to fill the void left by "NO MORE FRED'S NEWS WATER!" 

On the other end of the spectrum, a cooler season is coming.  At Fred's News, even the coolest or coldest New England weather was made tolerable with a steaming cup of coffee or tea.  People would always ask, "What brand of coffee do you use?"  We would tell them, even giving them a packet of coffee to try at home.  They'd report, "I can't make it taste like the coffee of Fred's News!" Whew, thought we lost a customer!  Actually, it was the water folks.  That water was a daily topic for conversations at Fred's.  Didn't matter if you were a regular or a "first-timer", that water got you!  Most people would ask,  "where the hell is the well?"  Bill adopted the answer, "out back, fifteen feet down and three hundred fifty feet to the Shetucket River!"  That raised more than a few eyebrows. We never knew what people believed.  The truth: the well sat alongside Fred's News, approximately four feet from the side bulkhead, more than three hundred fifty feet straight down, into an aquifer, that criss-crosses through New England, including parts of the village of Baltic.  We were just fortunate enough  Fred's News was located right on top of it!  No gimmicks, no additives to enhance the flavor, just extremely good, unadulterated,  old fashioned, great tasting WATER! 

How Would You Like Your Eggs?

During a recent conversation with a Chef at Walt Disney World, she mentioned that the public in general thinks of breakfast as a necessity.  In truth, it is.  We laughed as she told the story of her earlier years as a  young intern chef required to work the breakfast shift at a fine dining establishment.  She felt it a lowly position, "no one cares about breakfast."  Within her first hour on the line, as the "expediter," reality set in.  Never realizing the number of different ways eggs could and should be prepared.  As the story unfolded she noticed a "smug" look on my face and questioned, WHY?  I laughed and answered,"WHY NOT!"  As I filled in "the blanks" for her, that same "smug" look appeared on her.  "You are very passionate about your food," she quipped. 
"Absolutely, unequivocally, one hundred percent, you are correct, great observation!" was my reply.  She later approached me and asked, "please tell me why you are so passionate about breakfast and for God sake due not tell me, WHY NOT!"  I only wish she had been a patron of Fred's News.

"Cooking a good egg is an art.  Over easy, over medium, over hard, set the yolk, over lightly, no snot please, (my personal favorite), scramble the shit out of them,(considering where they came from, it's always a possibility), scrambled lightly,(comes with the salmonella warning), and many other unique descriptions of how Guests want their eggs.  People in general are passionate about the way an egg is cooked.  At Fred's News, the "The Egg-Nazi" took it to extremes.  However, as he was producing his "art-form", more than likely it came with conversation.  "I would like a one egg omelet with onions, peppers, mushrooms, chopped ham and cheese, please,"  "How the hell do you expect me to put all of that in a one-egg omelet, for Christ's sake?" was a common reply from Bill.  However, he did it and the patron was thrilled beyond description.  He cared, he might of bitched, but he too, was passionate.  "Please scramble me some eggs with chopped ham and cheese," asked Ward.  Mr. Potato Head, looking disgusted replied "Do you know what the hell that is going to do to my grill, it will screw it up completely," he whined.  "Please Billy" Wardie replied with a smile, so the "Egg-Nazi obliged.  "Looks like "Dog-puke" was the chef's answer as he handed the plate to Ward.  There again that became my second personal favorite and a very popular item on the Fred's News menu.  Customers even order it by asking, "may I have a plate of that stuff that looks like dog-puke, and oh yes, please use Swiss cheese." (my opinion...makes it smells like dog-puke too).  Our customers loved it!  The variety of omelets produced at Fred's, was endless.  The "garbage omelet", at little bit of everything in it, came with the warning, "DO NOT ASK FOR ONE EGG ONLY!"  No one ever did, probably out of fear for their life."

As the story of breakfast at Fred's News continued, my friend, the Chef smiled, now totally understanding why we have a passion for food.  It is a lifestyle, we are passionate about our lifestyle and our lives.  It doesn't have to be just breakfast.  Food is comforting, preparing and sharing that food, soothes the soul..just look at the "Egg-Nazi", it worked for him!

Surviving Chaos!

One of the best and most unique features of Fred's News: Bill and I were always "on stage." Yes, we had an upstairs kitchen/prep area, but what ever was order by our patrons, was prepared directly in front of them.  I can remember when we first purchased the place, I felt very uneasy if I had to cook in front of everyone.  Bill was already a seasoned "grill master" having cooked for "the brothers" for a couple of years already.  I soon realized that people really weren't watching you, at least not continuously.  They would occasionally glance over to see if their order was on the grill,then perhaps they might watch.  I also learned early on,  the customer thinks every order being cooked, is their order.  More than once someone would yell, "I wanted my eggs over easy not scrambled," or better yet, "I told you, no onions in my Western!"   With comments like that, a number of comebacks come to mind.   First of all "if there aren't any onions in your Western, then it isn't a friggan Western!"  Secondly, " what makes you think this is your order?  In case you hadn't noticed, you are not the only customer in the place!"  Now the truth, "Did I ever say something like that to a customer?"  Absolutely not!  Next question, "Did the Egg Nazi ever whip out those comebacks to a patron?"  At least a hundred times!   His favorite line, "order what you want, eat what you get!" Now you understand why the majority of the time, Billy boy had his back to the patrons, and I controlled customer service!  Be it known, Mr. Potato Head really was a push over.  If small children wanted a funny shaped pancake, providing it wasn't too busy, he would oblige.  If those same small people wanted crusts cut off their toast, off they came.  Even his toast helper was aware of all special request by our patrons.  On chaotic weekend morning, you might have noticed Bill and his toast person arguing about the way an order was written.  The toast person had to be strong and able to make the decisions quickly. 

For just a moment, let us explore the role of the toast person.  In the earlier years of Fred's News, we tried to limit the number of people behind the counter.  As we emerged into business owners and the business thrived, realization set in.  Bill could not cook, set up orders, coincide the toast being ready at the same time the entree was set to deliver and maintain his sanity.  For that matter, I needed to know that every customer was being served the very best we had to offer.  Therefore, the role of the toast person evolved.  Not a glamorous title, but very important.  The ability to read the wait staff's handwriting, knowing what the hell they meant and deciding "do we really do that", all before Mr. Potato Head glanced over and said, "what the f*@# does that say!", was an art in itself.  Many tried, some were outstanding, some must of had attention deficit disorder, while others admitted...no God damn way!  Oh yes, common rule of thumb,"you screw it up or burn it...you eat it!"  A real burn would set off the smoke alarms.  Those toast were "Christmas decorations" compliments of Kathleen.  They say college freshman gain fifteen pounds, I say work at Fred's News!

As time passed and young people worked for us, it seemed we never lacked kids who wanted to work.  They all agreed, the hectic and sometime chaotic pace of a weekend at Fred's News, set them up for success as they moved through their teens onto college and their careers.  Conversations with Bill as they manned the toasters or carrying plates across their arms, weaving through the crowded place and knowing that many envied their positions, made it all worth while.  I know it did for Bill and I.

A Fred's News Autumn Season

As the Fall season approaches,  leaves in the northern climates begin to turn their vibrant reds, yellow and oranges, I again begin to reminisce about all the good things that the Autumn season brings.  Here in the South, our Fall season means hopefully less humidity, somewhat shorter days and the return of old friends from the North.  As late fall approaches we anticipate the citrus season arriving with an abundance of oranges, lemons, limes and grapefruits.  People down South again begin planting their vegetable gardens and the blooms that grace the northern homes during the summer, now spruce up the southern climates.  Bill is eagerly planning his Fall flower garden.  Although I must admit, he did a fantastic job keeping everything alive during this past Summer, even with the horrendously hot humid temperatures.  He said, "it was a tough battle, but emerged victorious!"  As he tended the flowers of Fred's News in Connecticut, this time of year, became a chore and a battle to keep them looking as vibrant as they did during the Summer months.  Down here in Florida, it was a battle for the flowers in our yard to survive the heat, but they did.  Now, he will again plant the northern beauties,  hoping we will have a pleasantly cool winter and no frost.

What we miss most about Fall in New England, is apple picking season.  Years ago when the boys were much smaller, we would head out every Fall and pick apples.  It was a great time, as they climbed trees,(although that was suppose to be prohibited)to reach the biggest and best apple on the tree.  In later years, Bill, myself, Mrs. G, and twin grand daughters Jordan and Taylor, would head to Buell's Orchards to pick bags of apples.  The girls were so much fun to watch, they thoroughly enjoyed themselves.  "Billie" as they fondly called him, carried the apples and sometimes them!  Of course no apple picking excursion would be complete without picking out the perfect pumpkins to decorate.  Gourds, Indian corn and anything else that made the Fall season special were high on our list.   Spending the time with family and special friends is what made the trips so memorable. 

Although we always picked more apples than we as a family would consume, the rest were made into fresh apple pies and fresh cooked apples, spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. Once cooked, this delicious apple topping covered the freshly made cheese filled crepes, we served at Fred's News on Saturday and Sunday mornings during the Fall.  There is something very special and comforting about the aroma produced when slow cooking  apples, cinnamon, nutmeg, brown sugar and butter!

During the Fall season, not only did we cook special meals, the gourds, pumpkins, dried flowers and old clothes stuffed with leaves and straw became Autumn friends that welcomed everyone to Fred's News.  The bears were adorned with cool weather hats and scarves, and picture taking was at it's best.

For me, the Fall season has always been my favorite time of the year.  It has a sense of purpose and is a season of abundance.  Mother Nature releases all of her magic to prove just how beautiful our world can be and asks all to make ready for the long Winter's sleep.  If we watch, look and listen to her, it will be there again in all its' glory for everyone to enjoy. 

The Groupies

People of all ages frequented Fred's News and that was the cornerstone of the place.  Not only were individuals considered regulars, but certain groups of people also became known as regulars.  For Bill and I, these groups also told us what day of the week it was.  I know that may sound strange, but at times it seemed our lives were just a blur, from the time we arose, until we flopped,  totally exhausted, into bed for just a few hours sleep.  During the late Spring through early Winter we had what we called the "Gold Wing" club.  All its members rode beautiful Gold Wing motorcycles.  Some were couples like John and Carol, who each rode their own bikes.  Others like Bill and "Em" would come on one bike or "Em" would drive in by car and join them at the place.  Of course there was "The Lord", who actually lived quite close to Fred's News.  Some would spend the entire year with us, while others were snowbirds, heading south for the winter.  When they returned in the Spring, it meant warmer weather was on the way as well as the "Campers" returning to Salt Rock or Highland Campgrounds. Those who chose campgrounds in other surrounding towns would also return to Fred's News.  John and Louise from Massachusetts were probably the longest members of our campers group.  Both retired, Louise was an accomplished artist, while John loved the casinos.  A former contractor, John chose to drive a school bus part time during his time away from the campground.  Louise was forever yelling at John because he was slightly deaf.  I asked him how he managed to stay sane driving for noisy school kids.  He laughed and said "Never hear them, it is a school for the deaf, so they talk with their hands!" Who would of thought?  After the campground closed for the season, at least once a month John and Louise would drive in from Massachusetts, just to say hello and have breakfast with all the other Fred's News regulars.

Every afternoon between 2:30 and 3:00, we would get a rush of young teenage girls from the Academy of the Holy Family.  These girls had about thirty-minutes to do what they wanted as school was finished for the day. Ice tea, french fries, burgers, ice cream and more ice tea.  Before smoking was prohibited, it was also their time to smoke as many cigarettes as they could before they had to return to their dorms at the school.  If they were late, one of the Sisters would head down to roust them out.  If they saw Sister first, they would head out the back door.  Sister would come in and ask "Were the girls here smoking?"  First of all. the place was full of smoke, tables had glasses half full of ice tea, chairs were scattered in every direction, did she expect me to say "Nope haven't seen them" and secondly, "I can't lie, especially to a Nun!"  The good Sisters became wise fast, they stationed another Sister at the other end of the driveway by "Loosewheels" place.  You might say they had the place surrounded.   Some of the older gentlemen that met every afternoon at Fred's News, would be the lookout for the girls.  If they saw a Nun heading down from the convent, they'd sound the warning, "black and white on the way!" It was a game I believe, they all thoroughly enjoyed!

 

Breakfast Anyone!

Ice cream was not the only deliciously delectable food at Fred's News.  Breakfast at Fred's was the ultimate experience.  Farm fresh eggs, none of these "crammed in the cage" chicken eggs for our customers.  Bill would pick up local eggs every week.  If the farmer didn't have enough eggs for us there was always "Farmer Ron". This guy was a piece of work.  Although not a local personality, he was married to a local lady.  Ron was from somewhere "south of the Mason/Dixon line".  He had made his money from some sort of natural energy source found on his property in the south.  Ron moved north, "cuz I always wanted to do small time farmin" he explained with a slow southern drawl.   Quite the character, we saw Ron once a week when he delivered those fresh eggs.  They were great.  Over the years we had local egg deliveries from a few small time farms in the area.  The most interesting eggs were green shells with a beautiful orange colored yolk.  The breed of chicken was Araucana.  Many times young people would eat these eggs just because of the shell color.  Thank you Dr. Seuss,
"Green Eggs and Ham!"   Green eggs also produced beautiful omelets,with colors just a vivid as a rainbow.  Bill's Western omelet was "a masterpiece."   Four eggs, preferably orange yolks, chopped ham, sweet vidalia onions, red and green peppers, all with a choice of Swiss, American or provolone cheese.  Let's not forget the toast, white, wheat, rye or English muffins, buttered completely with lightly salted sweet cream butter....um um good!!  OMG...forgot the home fries...sorry Mr. Potato Head! 

It has been nearly three years since we sold the place and moved to a much warmer southern climate.  Although I cannot eat Sausage Gravy, I usually will order a side dish just to see how it looks.  Gotta tell ya...Fred's News was so much better.  Maybe it was the rich cream,fresh butter and Jimmy Dean Sausage.  Former customers have called and written requesting the recipe...those are the only  ingredients other than a bit of King Arthur flour used to make the roux.  Not something you want to eat everyday!

Over the years people tried to figure out the most popular item on the breakfast menu.  Hands down and without a doubt, it was the bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on a roll or bagel.  I think there was a whole generation of NFA students that lived on those "bad boys".  With five slices of bacon, 2 eggs and cheese, those works of art provided a days worth of energy and calories...but oh so good!  Having travelled back and forth and up and down this big country, we have never found anything that resembles that baby!  Wash it down with the best coffee around or our own ice tea and it was a great way to start the day. 

I really hadn't thought much about the foods of Fred's, but conversations in our neighborhood about the lack of good breakfast foods, brought back the memories of those great aromas first thing in the morning.  It's a good thing we already had dinner, might have to coax Mr. Potato Head into making some home fries...maybe in the A.M.!

A Little Bit of the Past

The interior of Fred's News evolved slowly during its sixty plus years as a restaurant. Depending on what generation you are speaking to, the descriptions vary greatly. However there are a few pieces of nostalgic memorabilia everyone remembers. The beautiful cherry wood cabinets that lined the front wall as you entered. These housed a number of products over the years. They will be remembered for their false front shelves that pulled out only to reveal what our small guests called "secret cubby spaces." At one time, they displayed the nummerous tobacco products, on sale at Fred's News. Since they we located so close to the ice cream counter, we decided to use them for all the beautiful sundae glasses, that had become a Fred's News standard. Among those ornate bowls were some of the most beautiful ice cream soda glasses around. Many were trademark elegant glasses, long sought after by collectors. The bottom half of the cabinet was used strictly for storage of off season items, particulary Halloween decorations. The papier mache pumpkins, black cats and our all time favorite witches, Lucille and her sister witch "Loose Wheel"

At the far end of the restaurant was another large cherry cabinet, not quite so ornate. At one time it was known as the pharmacy cabinet. Appropriately named for the merchandise it stored. Every nook and cranny of that cabinet was filled with a product that could cure any ailment known to man. There was castor oil(yuk!), witch hazel( the colonel said "it would produce a good buzz if it was all you had to drink"...omg!)gold bond powder, hairnets, bobby pins(does anybody remember these?)cod liver oil(double yuk!),ancient bottles of Phillips Milk of Magnesia and Bromo-seltzer(the last two were for all that oil crap or witch hazel you drank!) There were many more items, some of which I never heard of and please don't forget the "fleet enemas" guaranteed to do the job, just in case the oils, Phillips or Bromo failed. It didn't take us long to find a better use for the cabinet.

One of the larger items from the earlier days of Fred's News, and still used through our ownership as well, was the old red COKE machine. It was loved by all and would bring back memories to everyone who ever step inside Fred's News. This huge COKE machine, with its' double door top, was sought after by many. Even the Coca-Cola Company offered to purchase it from us and give us a more modern version. We never thought twice about the offer. That COKE machine was Fred's News! Coca-Cola Bottling of New London always provided us with the small glass returnable bottles. Caps were manually removed by the bottle opener located on the side of the machine. The cap then fell into the bin inside the machine. To get all the caps out, the small drawer at the bottom of the machine had to be pulled out. This was a source of fascination to many of the younger generation. Many times visitors would return to that small Town and always stop at Fred's News. "My how the place has changed, but look, its' our COKE machine!" Oh how I wish that machine could talk!

Classic Distractions at Fred's News!

In its early days many people felt that Fred's News was all about teenagers. As ownership was passed from "the Brothers" to us, we felt that the place needed an updated more diverse reputation. Yes, we continued to have the "penny" candy counter for a number of years. This candy counter was an area of intrigue for our little guests. It was also an area that could easily be off limits if meals were not finished. I should of put aside a quarter every time I heard someone say, "If you want some candy then you have to eat everything!" Parents definitely need a new concept. Alas, after of few years, due to the demand for more space and the fact that "penny" candy became the victim of inflation, the beloved plate glass candy display disappeared. Other forms of blackmail appeared at Fred's News. Some were quite charming, others quite the opposite.

Father Mike purchased an antique carousel horse and donated it to the restaurant. Kathleen repainted this lovely horse, to the delight of many young children. Despite the fact it didn't move or do anything but add charm to the place, young children were fascinated with it. It soon became the best piece of blackmail in the place. Simply put,"eat everything, then and only then will you be allowed to park your butt on the horse!" For whatever reason it worked. Many, many small behinds graced that saddle. This piece of memorabilia also graced the windows of Fred's News during the hoilday season. It stood proudly along side the graceful Christmas tree, with a bright red holiday bow around it's neck. For this short festive season, the pony was off limits to little people's behinds.

Other forms of blackmail entertainment appeared and disappeared over the years at the restaurant. There was the little bank in the shape of a toilet. All one had to do was drop in a coin, press the handle to flush and.....yes, complete with the sound of a real toilet bowl flushing, the coin disappeared. Kid's loved it and it kept them occupied for awhile. Of course there were the usual forms of entertainment, crayons, coloring books, markers, stickers, matchbox type toys, even large pieces of butcher wrap paper that could be pulled and cut from the old tiger maple paper roll cutter. That, was easy fun but young people needed something more exciting, something their parents wouldn't buy for them, something no one else had.

Perhaps the strangest and most disgusting form of entertainment for all ages were the numerous "fart machines" we had acquired. Spencer's Gifts must of loved Fred's News. Let's explore the history of these devices at Fred's News. Early one morning, the crew of seniors from Franklin arrived for breakfast and coffee. Depending how many there were, was the deciding factor in where they sat. There were four that morning so they cozied up to the counter. Soon after they arrived Mrs. G strolled in and sat beside them. One of them we shall refer to as Burt, bid a good morning to Mrs. G and then sat up extremely straight as if he were in pain. Burt grabbed his lower belly as if to say "something ain't right in there!" but then as the apparent pain subsided, seemed to be all right. Over a ten minute period this continued, with conversations in between these moments. Just as people were beginning to eat and drink coffee, Burt again displayed signs of distress, only this time he lifted one side of his butt from the stool and in perfecting timing, the sound of a disgusting and loudly ripped fart graced the ears of all who were eating. Burt looked relieved, Mrs. G looked shocked and didn't appear to be breathing, probably out of fear that she might inhale the fumes from that awful gaseous sounding bit of flatulance. Burt's buddies continued to eat, talk and drink coffee as if nothing had happened. As for Bill and I, we were rolling on the floor behind the counter, laughing hysterically. This continued for a few moments until finally, the guys laughed. Burt also announced on his "final fart" he felt 100% better. "Thanks Burt but TMI! Those dip-shits had purchased a fart machine, concocted this series of events and pulled it off without a hitch. Impeccable timing, straight faces and a seemingly "ef-fart-less" performance by Burt, earned this group a place on the Fred's News Greatest Performances charts. Needless to say, a flurry of questions ensued: How could you not laugh? How did they know the precise moments to press the button so it would coincide with your perfect butt-cheek lift? And more importantly...How did you know your flatulance wouldn't offend anyone? Burt's answer to the last...everyone loves a good fart, just ask George Carlin about the audiences' reactions to all his "fart jokes." The machine that supported this great performance, soon graced the hands of little guests that behaved and ate their meals at Fred's News. It was joined by a very small "whoopie cushion" that emitted a very loud and long fart as well as the "fart goop", a clay like substance, that when kneaded in the palm of your hand and precisely pressed, produced the perfect "poop". Ah yes, classic toys for a restaurant!

Fred's News Playhouse

People from all walks of life frequented Fred's News. Depending on how often they passed through the doors as well as how they actually "took to the place", ultimately determined their status as a regular. One thing for sure, neither my husband nor I made that determination. The people who considered themselves regulars, approved or were just indifferent. If someone visited the place three or four times a week, just to eat, that was fine. Everyone was cordial. If you could "perform", most likely you earned the ultimate title..."a regular". Someone once asked, "How do you and your husband keep the place rolling day in and out?" From an operational standpoint, yes, we controlled everything. But if you look closely, the character and the charm of the place, were all about the customers. We allowed them a "stage" on which to perform. Everyday new performances unfolded, although many older more memorable performances demanded "curtain calls" by the ever increasing cast of characters.

Within the pass two years, Fred's News lost one of its performers. Ray had seen the ups and downs of life. An outstanding academic, he taught high school English at Norwich Free Academy. Whatever the reason, his life had inner turmoil and he turned to alcohol, yet his friends never spoke badly about him. Many people including his own family tried to help, Ray had to hit rock bottom. A near death experience made him realize just how fragile life could be. Years he had thrown away were now behind him. His friends never spoke of his past, instead they welcomed him back to the warmth and security of Fred's News. An avid Red Sox fan, Ray could be very vocal about his beloved team. He often said "whatever happens to me now, is irrelavent, my Red Sox have won the World Series!"

And then there was Nick. God love 'em! "Nicholas the Czar" was perhaps one of the most opinionated performers at Fred's News. Always predicting a revolution in this country, Sarah Palin would of loved him. "Johann, the Nephew..Great" and "Nicholas the Czar" were cut from the same mold. Someone tried to start the rumor that Nick was Johann's father, somehow and thankfully that bit of bullshit never left the confines of the place. Nick, by his own self admission was an authority on...well everything. Johann assumed everyone knew, he too was a God damn Encyclopedia Britannica. Oddly enough, both these characters had a definite soft spot in their hearts for kids. I do believe both were a wealth of info and could put themselves in these kids shoes. Many of our young customers would love to sit and talk with both of them. Either together or separately, they could perform for hours before their young audiences. They say the nut doesn't fall too far from the tree. As for me, I believe some sick ass squirrel trying to wipeout mankind, put all these lovable nuts in the same place, Fred's News. Each and every performance had Oscar, Emmy and Tony award written all over it.

Mr. Potato Head at His Best!

Five hundred thousand pounds, give or take a few thousand. If I have done the math correctly, that is approximately how many pounds of potatoes my dear husband peeled over the course of our twenty-two years at Fred's News. About one month of those twenty-two years someone else peeled them. Had the chore been left up to me, patrons would of learned to love the peels! Every afternoon after the rush, Bill would load up his large potato buckets with whole scrubbed potatoes, fill with water and set them on the huge stove to cook until tender. He was very particular about the cooking process. "There is a fine line between cooked and turning to mush" he would say with that voice of authority. "Yes dear!" was my very dry reply, knowing that he was extremely picky about HIS potatoes. The nickname "Mr. Potato Head definitely fit. For a time he would wear a "Mr.Potato Head" tee shirt every morning. Bill always tried to finish peeling and cutting the potatoes before our first customer arrived. They were always amazed at just how fast he was. Many complained he removed too thick of a layer of potato, but Bill's reply was simple and to the point. "I've been doing this long enough to know what makes a good home fry." He was right, people came from all over, "just for the potatoes."

Through trial and error, Bill soon learned if you put the potatoes on to cook, set the timers, PLEASE!!! Many a time he would make a mad dash to the upstairs kitchen, realizing he had forgotten the potatoes. Yes, there were a number of times the process would have to start over. Usually I would use these "too cooked for home fries" potatoes, for our over the top potato salad. Of course, Bill always reminded me that I too had forgotten the potatoes. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, like I didn't have enough to remember, let alone those God-damn potatoes!! I didn't even care for home fries...although as potatoes go, I have never met a potatochip that I didn't love! So to save our marriage, we invested in a couple of new timers!!! I guess its all in what your priorities are, his was potatoes.

Did Bill ever complain about having to peel all those potatoes? Absolutely, my dear husband would not be who he is if he didn't complain, it is part of his personality..remember "Cancer the Crab". Did he peel them fast? Another absolutely! I'd make him a few cups of strong coffee as he was peeling and lamenting at how many potatoes he had to "f#@&ing" peel, but by breakfast's end, the compliments he had received on how perfect HIS potatoes were, it was all worth it! It became a game, I'd instigate, he'd play along, moaning and groaning, but knowing full well, HIS customers loved HIS potatoes. He was definitely a "Mr. Potato Head!"

Did Someone Say Ice Cream?

Originally Fred's News was all about ice cream, ice cream and more ice cream. Years ago the village of Baltic was much more self contained. People would walk to the local market or perhaps shop at Bibiane's Dry Goods Store or Drescher's meat market. However if you wanted ice cream, Fred's News was the place to go. With over twenty flavors of the richest, creamest ice cream available, patrons lined up for extra thick shakes, old-fashioned ice cream sodas, hot fudge, butterscotch, pineapple and maple nut sundaes. If that wasn't your cup of tea, perhaps a steamboat was. This "bad boy" with it's three flavors of ice cream, three toppings, real whipped cream, sprinkles, nuts and cherries was absolutely the most decadent sundae around. Saturday and Sunday evenings during the summer months were non stop ice cream treats. As tubs of ice cream were emptied and replaced by new ones, kids always wanted a taste of what was left in the empty tubs. One of my favorite drinks was an orange sherbet shake with a touch of vanilla syrup. Remindered me so much of the creamsicles we always purchased from the Good Humor ice cream truck as kids. Oh those awesome summer evenings when you were allowed out after dark!!

Ocassionally during the summer months, a few of the nuns from the Sisters of Charity would stop by on a warm evening. If they arrived carrying a couple of big boxes, that meant ice cream cones for the good sisters. We had it down to a science, twenty cones, each wrapped individually in deli tissue paper, placed in the box, then Sister would head back to the convent as fast as possible. The usual order was between fifty and sixty cones, with as many different flavors as possible. This also meant more than one trip back and forth so meltdown was not issue. I asked Sr. Veronica how she knew who ordered what. "They take what ever they reach for. No special orders except for Mother Superior." She also added, "By the way make sure one is a double, you choose the flavor, it's for me!" I'm quite sure Sr. Veronica ALWAYS volunteered for this mission.

Warm apple or bluberry pie with ice cream was another favorite, On top of all that was whipped cream with a dusting of cinammon sugar.Mmmmm...mouth watering. Many early morning breakfasts consisted of ice cream topped pancakes, waffles or french toast. Then of course there was "Delaval, better known as Touch" who preferred his ice right after breakfast, straight up, no fuss, muss or toppings, just plain good old-fashioned ice cream and plenty of it!

Conversations at Fred's News....unplugged!

Early morning conversation at Fred's News, was at times, a chore: Diane..."Good Morning, how are you today?" Person standing at the end of the counter, only one eye open, no response. Diane..."Would you like your usual today?" Person now leaning against end of counter with only one eye open...other eye opens, this is the signal for a definite YES! Diane makes the coffee and questions, "Anything else today, maybe a muffin or a bagel?"(Always trying to upsell!) Person at the end of the counter stands up straight, we'll take that as an affirmative! So I wrap up a freshly baked cranberry muffin, put it in a bag with the coffee, hand to customer and cheerfully add, "Here ya go, have a great day!" Only a nod and grunt signify the transaction is complete, money left on the counter and off they go. OMG...they're driving! If by chance Bill and I had an unusual morning off, Baby Bear and Super Trooper Dave or Baby Bear and Bean (college room mate) would cover. Baby Bear's major complaint: "No one knows what the hell their usual is!" Early morning conversation at Fred's News, with Baby Bear and friends at the helm: Baby Bear..."Morning, what ya having?" Person at the end of the counter, only one eye open. no response. Baby Bear, a tad bit louder, "what are you gonna have?" Person now leaning on counter, contemplating making a decision at this God awful time of the morning, "give me what ever your mother makes me." Baby Bear under his breathe..."what the f#@&! He's not a morning person either.

As customers would arrive and sit in their usual spots at the counter or tables, conversations would become more upbeat and rowdy. Topics for the conversations usually depended on one of the following, a sporting event outcome, the weather, politics, Town events, gossip, (that was a big one!). If Doc was in the place and received a phone call(psychologist), was it from a jumper? That was along the lines of "dead baby jokes" first thing in the morning...not too nice! Perhaps there was new face, the need to ask many prying questions might decide the conversation starters. If a certain customer walked into the place to pick up a newspaper and looked like he had just rolled out of bed, Nelson might chirp.."Glad to see you could make it, Bill. Nice hairdo, is that just for us?" New customers would look mortified at the "insult" just thrown and regulars, well they just considered it another day and carried on with anything else on their minds. Frankie the mailman loved to laugh. Thank God it was an infectious laugh, it brought relief to the most uncomfortable moments. His motto...never trust anyone with a last name that ended in a vowel, they might be one of his "brothers". In February as the the first batch of income tax checks were being mailed, no one picked on Frankie the mail man...he might "loose" their check. That boy would just laugh!

Most of the early morning people were men. If a woman did stop in, it was usually on her way to work. Not to take sides, but I have to say, they were "together", hair combed, clothes neat, no open flies on their pants. That was my favorite, I was pretty good at telling someone to fix the problem! Most of the ladies were usually pretty cheery as compared to their counterparts. Mary, stopped by every morning to pick up her newspaper. She eventually became one of the regulars and could hold her own with the guys. They could be brutal, but Mary learned to become the "Queen of the comebacks!" Son of a bitch, that woman made me proud!

The Little Building that Could!

It is probably safe to say that when you live in Florida you pay very close attention to the weather forecast, particularly from June through November. It's hurricane season. Since we have moved here we have been very lucky..nothing yet. Praise Jesus!!! Here we have tremendous thunderstorms especially during the summer season. I love thunderstorms, Bill does not. He always jokes, you here thunder, you'll find him under the bed. Right, he hasn't been able to fit under there for years! When the boys were little and thunder storms were imminent, we'd sit outside under cover and watch the skies. Lightning sparkling across the sky..we'd count, thousand one, thousand two, thousand three and the noise was deafening.."it's coming closer!" they'd yell with delight. Now we all talk about the storms in Florida and how we still love to watch from a protected area. Bill thinks we are crazy, he has reason to. Twice in his life he has been struck by lightning, he doesn't believe three is a charm.

This past week all eyes were watching the tropics as Hurricane Earl posed a danger to New England. Thankfully, we all have reason to celebrate, family and friends in Connecticut are safe. I remember back in the early eighties,Southern New England was under a tropical storm warning. We worried, large plate glass windows, rising flood waters and we asked, "would Fred's News be safe?" Built during the 1880's, the building had been bombarded and survived many a Nor'easter, a couple of hundred year floods, the hurricane of 1938 and the hurricanes of the early 1950's. But this week, even as we baked in the summertime sunshine of Florida, we worried. If a storm were to hit southern New England, would that once thriving little restaurant building survive. I'm sure that the postcards that depict a way of life at least fifty years ago on West Main Street in Baltic, are full of dust but still hang in the old Fred's News building. We no longer live there nor do we own the building, but it is comforting to know that this little piece of history still stands. We still receive messages from people reminding us of all the "good times" that Fred's News brought to Sprague. We smile and laugh and thank the masses for the "good times" Fred's News gave to our family.

Someone Call the Bears!

"Ding-Dong", Fred's News calling! Better know as the dreaded buzzer and the "curse" of our children's existence. The sound of that buzzer, located upstairs in our home, sent chills up and down the boys' spines whenever it sounded. How and why it was called the buzzer is unknown because it actually sounded like the old AVON advertisement "Ding-Dong, Avon calling." It was the signal that help was needed immediately. Unfortunately, our youngest Mark, was usually the only one that heard it. As for the Matt & Todd, the place could of collapsed around them and they would have slept through the ordeal.

Both my dear husband Bill and lovable son Mark share the same astrological sign "Cancer the Crab." Very appropriate during the early years at Fred's. Our customers learned if Bill was quiet, let the sleeping dog lie. Remember Seinfeld's "Soup Nazi", Bill earned the nickname the "Egg Nazi." Mark's bad mood usually were due to sleep deprivation and that God damn "Ding-Dong" didn't help. In all fairness, we usually rang the thing on a weekend morning and poor Mark was the only one that heard it or at least the only one that would admit hearing it,(thank you Mark!) I can remember old Happy Adams saying "Oh no, here comes "Baby Bear"! Obviously Bill was "Papa Bear"! As the years went by, the older boys moved to their own places, Mark went off to college at UCONN, but would return on the weekends to work at Fred's. We tried not to sound the buzzer earlier than his scheduled shift. We were not usually successful, sorry Mark! Long after these episodes of "rude awakening" ended, the stories of Papa and Baby Bear would be remembered.

A number of years later, Papa Bear and I were at The Woodstock Fair and passed one of the artisan exhibits. OMG...carved bears...papas,mamas,babies,sisters,
brothers,every kind of bear possible! Of course we purchased two that would now call Fred's News home. Eventually they were joined by two smaller carved bears from Arizona. These bears brought back to life our earlier years at Fred's News, making us realize just what our family had gone through and how fortunate we were to have kids that were so involved. Soon after we purchased two more bears, slightly more lovable and cuddly! They were overstuffed and during the warmer weather, graced the wrought iron benches in front of the restaurant. Many young people had their picture taken hugging those lovable bears. Between the breathtaking flowers and the cute cuddly bears,beckoning all who passed by, the real secret of the story behind the bears was never known.

Fred's News Friends.....remembered.

Although Sprague is not considered a destination town, it is home to approximately three thousand residents. It is tucked neatly into the beautiful Shetucket River Valley in eastern Connecticut yet minutes away from two of the world's largest casinos, a relatively short distance from New York City, Boston and Long Island Sound beaches. At one time, this area of Connecticut was home to many dairy farms. Now, sadly only a few remain. Although, I am not an authority on the subject, a very good and long time friend we'll call "Delaval" or more affectionately known as "Touch", is just such an authority. Not only does he services dairy farms all over New England, there was a time when every weekend or whenever we needed help at Fred's News all we had to do was call.

Loud but lovable, a spoiled brat baby of the family, but as big hearted as his mouth (sorry "Touch"), he is by all means a character and dearly missed. "Touch" was a Fred's News regular that had ties to many of our other patrons. Spielman Dairy Farm was one of his customers and the farm boys were everyday or perhaps twice a day visitors to Fred's News. A few years back, the Spielman Farm had a beautiful new state of the art barn built, that overlooked the valley. Hard to believe this farm is so close to some of the most densely populated areas on the east coast, yet when you stand atop Plain Hill Road, look out over the vast expanse of the valley, it is so beautiful and so serenely quiet.

The company that built this barn was owned by a Mennonite family from Pennsylvania. The group of young men that came to construct the barn, travelled together, ate together,worked together and socialized together. Everyday they were up before the sun, stopped at Fred's News for a hearty breakfast and some great conversation, then off to work the entire day and into the sunset, building that barn. Friday afternoon, they all crammed into the truck, drove back to Pennsylvannia to be with their families and attend their Mennonite Sunday services, driving through the night to begin work again on Monday morning. Dedicated and hardworking, they allowed all the Fred's News patrons a glimpse of their lives. Yes, they had cell phones, if only to be in touch with their construction company and families they dearly missed. They allowed questions concerning their lifestyle and asked many in return. In this world of diversity, they were very much like their new found friends at Fred's News, yet they were interestingly different.

We visited the construction sight early one evening at the insistence of the farm boys, only to find all these young men still working feverishly. As we walked down the path, to observe, we were happily greeted by them. We were now in their domain and they were more than willing to provide the grand tour. We were amazed at the knowledge and level of maturity demonstrated by these young men, some of which were only nineteen. The crew leader and son of the company owner, couldn't of been any more that twenty five or six years old, yet all followed his orders completely. They allowed us to photograph their work in progress, even telling us where to take the photo that would give us the best results. As the weeks went on and the barn rose overlooking that valley, they let us know they would soon be leaving and yes, they would miss Fred's News friends and food. Again they allowed photos to be taken so all could and would remember them. This time however, they wanted pictures of their new "family" that had made them welcome to the village of Baltic, their home away from home!