Category: Miami Stories

In my mother’s house, now in my house, there was a collage of pictures of when we were younger. One was a picture of our entire transplanted family picnicking at Tahiti Beach. After reading someone else’s memories, I started thinking of ours.

In the spring of 1954, I had just turned 10 and had been released from the Hospital for Joint Diseases in NYC. Mom and Dad had gotten summer jobs in the Catskills, and my brother and I needed a place to stay while they went to work. Mom had a sister-in-law living in Miami who offered to take us in for the summer. This was exciting, our first plane ride and summer in Florida!

Our Aunt Gizi and Uncle Sam were elderly, never had any children, and lived a couple of blocks off Eighth Street and 20-something Avenue. I can remember hearing lots of birds and smelling the aromas of different fruit trees. I can still recall the smells and sounds of afternoon thunderstorms. All so clean and fresh -within a couple of weeks, I put my crutches aside.

After Labor Day, our parents bought a large Buick and came down to pick us up for the drive back to New York. They were pleasantly surprised to see me get about without crutches.

But we had to go back to NYC. All of our belongings were in storage, and school was about to start. It was very tough, as Dad could not find work and the money they had earned and saved over the summer was running out.

Dad had a friend from the old country who had settled in Miami, opened a small furniture store on Eighth Street and 16th Avenue, and told him to come down and be partners.

So Mom and Dad packed us in the Buick, and we returned to Miami. The first couple of months, shall we say, were crowded, living in a motel room just off Eighth Street, near what was then Sheehan Buick.

We then moved into a two-bedroom duplex on 27th Terrace (it is still there) off of U.S. 1 (then a two-lane road), across from the roller-rink. My brother’s and my bedroom window faced the roller-rink, and we could hear the loud music every night. I still needed medical oversight, so each year Mom would take me for check-ups at Variety Children’s Hospital.

Across 27th Avenue was a Rexall drugstore with a soda fountain. We would go many a times for ice cream shakes and cherry Cokes to and from our walks to Silver Bluff Elementary. Mom had joined Dad in the furniture store, so we were left on our own in the afternoon. I remember playing soldiers with my brother’s friends.

Within the year, we bought a small house in Westchester, a couple blocks across the bridge on Coral Way in front of West Miami Jr. High. On our way home from school, we’d stop at the drugstore just before the bridge, have sodas, listen to Elvis’ Blue Suede Shoes and Tab Hunter’s Young Love.

I started junior high school in West Miami, and though I could not run or do many physical activities, I did earn my “letter” in shot-put. Right after the bridge, there was a bakery where we would stop every morning for breakfast, a bottled Coke and a doughnut!

In the middle of eighth grade, we bought a new house in an area that would become “Kendall,” 93rd Street and 81st Avenue. Everyone called it “in the country,” as we were surrounded by agricultural fields. Kendall Drive was a two-lane road leading to the fields, and Dadeland was not yet on the drawing boards.

A new high school had opened in the fall, Miami Palmetto Senior High. My Aunt Paula and Uncle Marvin had moved down from Cleveland with their two children and bought our South Waterway Drive home, thus I was able to finish the year at West Miami.

It was the beginning of the Soaring Sixties when I started at Palmetto. Summers were real fun. Before moving to Kendall, Mom and Dad would drop us off at the Shenandoah pool for the day. We learned to swim and rock ‘n’ roll to Bill Haley’s Rock Around the Clock. When the pool closed, we’d take the bus to Eighth Street and walk down to the “shop” on 16th Avenue. We loved going next door to the Royal Castle for the 15-cent hamburgers.

Sometimes, if Mom and Dade were working late, we’d walk the block to the Tower Theater. On Saturdays, there were the serials. The Tower was also the place where I saw my first tear-jerker, Love Is A Many-Splendored Thing, with William Holden, followed by High Society.

As we got older, summers were also spent in each other’s pools, many a time not even locking doors. Just before Labor Day, Mom would take us by bus to downtown to outfit us for the coming school year. Lerner’s was my favorite spot.

Two other uncles and their young families followed their elder brothers; one moved to the Westchester area, the other near Perrine. They opened butcher shops in West Miami and Perrine.

In those early years we all worked very hard. I can remember Mom and Dad sometimes leaving the house before my brother and I left for school. They always came home late at night, leaving dinner for us to prepare and household chores for us to do on Saturdays.

Sunday was family day, and just about every other Sunday in the summer we would all gather at one of the brother’s homes. At first, we went to Crandon Park; later, it was Tahiti Beach for barbecue. We preferred Tahiti. The toll was only $1 per car, and the road was less congested than Matheson Hammock. (Little did we dream that in less than 15 years, Mom and Dad would be living across the street from the Matheson entrance).

It was a different time, a different place, and there were difficulties to overcome. The Cold War was in full swing, as were the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Cuban exodus, and the Civil Rights era. Farther away was the Vietnam war.

Within 20 years, South Beach became a slum, then turned around to become the “chic” capital of the world. Our agricultural industry was giving way to developments, with little thought of infrastructure or impact on the environment. No worry, we were young and we had no doubt we would overcome any and all difficulties.

Today’s young people will, too, look back nostalgically and remember the joys of growing up in Miami-Dade as they face their own challenges in what has become a multinational, multicultural city of the 21st century.

Think Miami Beach. Think bronze-sculpted bodies, basking in the sun. Think gyms, personal trainers and plant-based diets.

It was 1935; the year Bernard McFadden signed a 33-year lease on the Oceanfront Deauville Beach Hotel at Collins Avenue and 67th Street. His Physical Culture Hotel in Dansville, N.Y. was so successful that he decided to expand, which is what brought our family to Miami Beach in 1936.

It seemed everyone in our family worked for McFadden at the Physical Culture training school in New York. Our grandfather, John Bruce Esplin, traveled from Scotland, graduated from Kent College of Law in Chicago, then became one of the managers. His wife, our grandmother Mazie McIntyre Esplin, supervised the spa, while great-grandmother Lillian McIntyre worked in the diet kitchen. Uncle Paul and Uncle Junior also worked for McFadden.

Aunt Lainey – Elaine Esplin David – talks of the early days arriving in the capital of sun and fun. She attended Ida M. Fisher Junior High, graduated from Miami Beach High, and attained a business degree at the University of Miami.

Our father, Lainey’s older brother, Bruce M. Esplin, would visit his family at the hotel, whenever possible, while attending medical school at Cornell. He fell in love with the sand, surf and climate. He worked part time for McFadden on his breaks in the health clinic, and enjoyed his days off swimming in the world’s largest saltwater pool.

Bruce served as a major in the Army, returning to New York after the war to specialize in dermatology. He dreamed of returning to set up practice one day in Florida. Miami had won his heart, as had his new bride, Beatrice Lavina Wheat Esplin, a nurse he met during his residency.

Upon moving to Miami, Daddy set up practice in downtown Miami. We had a bird’s eye view from his office windows, watching many an Orange Bowl Parade weave its way through the streets of downtown.

Daddy immersed himself into his new community. He was a founding member of the University Of Miami School of Medicine, where he later became a clinical professor of dermatology, honored for over 30 years of service.

Our first home was on Blue Road in Coral Gables. We lunched in Burdines Hibiscus Tea Room (where a beverage was 10 cents and a clown or snow princess sundae could be had for a quarter!) Jahn’s Ice Cream Parlor on Miracle Mile was the place to go for the “Kitchen Sink” and Allen’s drug store for a “Cherry Smash” and a nickel candy bar. The Miracle Theater hosted the Summer Movie Club, where admission was 6 RC bottle Caps. Coral Gables Methodist was our place for worship, choir, Sunday school lessons, and later our weddings!

All four of us daughters were Girl Scouts; our mother Beatrice was the Troop Leader. Our meetings were at the Girl Scout Little House in South Miami; we swatted many a mosquito at Camp Mahatchee.

Birthdays were at Crandon Park Zoo, the Seaquarium, and Popeye Playhouse with Skipper Chuck! We were Coral G Rangers, members of the Museum of Science, took ceramic lessons at the Miami Art Museum, bowling lessons at the Bowl O Mat and riding lessons at the Coral Gable Riding Academy.

Chattering teeth at the Venetian Pool. Sailing lessons at the Coconut Grove Sailing Club. Picnics at Matheson Hammock and Cape Florida.

Shedding my ugly saddle shoes for pumps to attend Madame Butterfly at the Coconut Grove Playhouse. My sister and cousin in dresses and high heels seeing the Beatles in concert at the Jackie Gleason Theater! The Serpentarium. Tropicare and Dixie Drive-Ins.

We moved to Kendall, when Kendall Drive was a dirt road. We watched as Dadeland Mall was built. We played by the Dragon Fountain, ate French fries at Kresge’s 5 & 10, Venetian ices at Ferris Groves and smelled the expensive leather purses at Ronna’s.

I graduated from Jackson Memorial Hospital School of Nursing, became a pediatric nurse at Variety Children’s Hospital (my dream job), and married my boyfriend from Killian High, Ike Wehking.

Much of our family has moved, but we have carried on enjoying everything Miami. Our sons, Jonathan and Jason Wehking , took sailing lessons at the Coconut Grove Sailing Club, went to summer camp at MetroZoo and baseball camp with Fred Burnside. They joined the Boy Scouts as cubs, and later achieved the rank of Eagle Scout, with Boy Scout Troop 457, meeting at Kendall Church in Pinecrest.

Graduating from Palmetto High, then the University of Central Florida, they continue to call Florida their homes, only now they live in Avalon Park near Orlando. Jonathan married Rebekah Cope in March, and we hope will continue our family’s tradition of a life full of family, community and enjoying the beauty that is South Florida.

My father, Dr. William T. Lanier, graduated from Georgia Medical School in 1912, when he was 22, and headed for South Florida to set up his practice.

That same year, my mother, Montine Horne, graduated from Americus High School in Georgia and, along with her mother and three sisters, also came to Miami.

My dad actually started out in Homestead and was one of the first doctors there. He and my mother somehow met as he commuted between the two towns, and he courted her on his motorcycle.

They married in 1915 and lived in Homestead until World War I.

When he went off to France as a young Army medical officer, mother moved up to Miami to be near her mother and sisters.

When he returned after the war they stayed in Miami and lived at 19 SW Seventh Ave., just off Flagler. He organized the Miami City Clinic and served for many years as the U.S. Public Health Officer.

I remember him telling my sister, Alice Gene, and me stories about having to go out and meet incoming foreign ships to check for contagious diseases and decide whether or not to quarantine them.

After the Labor Day Hurricane of 1935 in the Keys killed so many civilians and World War I veterans who were living in the Civilian Conservation Corps camps while working on the Overseas Highway, my dad went down to treat the injured, and assist in the disposal of bodies.

More than 400 were killed and about 300 of them had to be cremated. Gruesome!

Another one of his duties was to check on the physical condition of the prisoners being held at the jail on the top floors of the downtown courthouse. Many times, he would take my sister and me with him and leave us in Judge Blanton’s office while he attended to the prisoners. From the judge’s office we could see forever, the courthouse at the time being the tallest building in Miami.

My dad practiced medicine here for almost 60 years, still making house calls at the age of 75. He and my mother, grandmother, aunts, uncles and cousins are all buried in the old Miami City Cemetery.

When I was a year old, in 1931, we moved from Seventh Avenue to Southwest 10th Street and 18th Avenue.

Alice Gene and I both lived at that address until we were married, and thought it was probably the best neighborhood in the whole world.

We both attended Shenandoah Presbyterian Church (Rev. Dan Iverson, pastor), Shenandoah Elementary, when it was nothing but portables (Eloise Hatfield, principal), Shenandoah Jr. High School when it was brand new (Alice McVicar, principal), and then Miami High (W.R. Thomas, principal).

My sister graduated in 1946 (voted Sweetheart of Miami High), and I in 1948. I went off to the University of Georgia and she to University of Miami. At that time the U of M was better known as “Cardboard College” or “Suntan U.”

I remember going to the Tower Theater on Saturdays for a dime (and a jaw breaker for a penny), the open-air bowling alley on the Trail at about l8th Avenue, miniature golf on Biscayne Boulevard and First Street, riding our bikes to the Venetian Pool and Matheson Hammock. We went swimming at the Roney Plaza and the Deauville Hotel, and had beach parties at the Firestone Estate where the Fontainebleau Hotel now stands (the security guards finally gave up and just let us enjoy the beach).

My best friend in high school was Pat Moore whose little sister grew up to be Miami historian, Arva Moore Parks.

My sister, Alice Gene, married her high school sweetheart, Dale Anderson, and they had three great kids, Chris, Amy (Williams) and Dale Jr. (now deceased), a fine son-in law, Todd, and two darling grandchildren, George and Lanier. Dale was a very successful builder, having constructed four 12-story dorms at the University of Miami, Aventura Mall and the Turnberry Isle development.

I also married my high school sweetheart, Robert L. Parker. We were both born in Miami on the same day 80 years ago.

He was brought up in Miami Shores and went to Edison (Boooo!), so we had a small logistics problem when it came to dating, since we lived at opposite ends of town (however, gasoline was only 18 cents a gallon then, and a heck of a lot less traffic). But, our big romance survived and we married in 1952.

After graduating from Miami, Bob served as an officer in the U.S. Navy for 3½ years of active duty during the Korean War.

We also have three wonderful children; Bruce, Scott and Laura (Moylan), an outstanding son-in-law, Clint and a fabulous grandson, Carter.

My husband’s businesses have all been in the Bahamas: farming, construction and development, a lovely small beachfront hotel, petroleum distribution. Although we spend a great deal of time in the Bahamas, Miami will always be home.

Bob’s parents, William F. and Regina Parker, came to Miami in the early 1920s from South Carolina and Alabama.

His father was a prominent attorney representing some interesting clients, such as the actress Tallulah Bankhead, Sir Roland Symonette (Prime Minister of the Bahamas), Betty Carstairs (Standard Oil heiress), Neville MacArthur (MacArthur Dairies), John Jacob Astor, and, much to my embarrassment, Al Capone (in a civil matter).

He practiced law in Miami for more than 50 years.

Bob’s memories of growing up in Miami are much like mine, only he went to the Rosetta Theater and spent most of his days at the Miami Shores Community House playing basketball or baseball, or exploring Biscayne Bay in his small boat.

Those halcyon days hold such wonderful memories of much simpler times when Miami was considerably smaller, yet so much greater.

It truly was “The Magic City.”

My journey to Florida began in Homestead – where I was born, in July of 1926.

It all started (I was told by my parents) just before the big hurricane in September of that same year, which almost swept away Homestead, as well as Miami.

My first recollections were those with my life in Coconut Grove, where my parents moved in 1927. We lived on Kumquat Avenue. My dad had a job with the Coconut Grove water plant before working with Pan American Airways in about 1928.

From Coconut Grove, my family moved to Coral Gables on Mariana Avenue, where I went to kindergarten at Coral Gables Elementary.

I attended there under the strict and watchful eye of Miss Abigail Gilday. I read the account of one of your contributors who described her as being six feet tall or maybe even a little taller. I would say he underestimated her height by about a foot! I remember on several occasions having been sent to her office (for reasons I will not go into at this point) and having looked up at her as an insect might have looked up at Gulliver. She was not only gigantic and imposing in her appearance, but she had a voice to match!

I went to school with a lot of unforgettable classmates: Walter Miller, John Tatum, Dennis Kelleher, Tom Ray and others. Because people didn’t move around too much, every year we moved along through the grades with the same kids. I could probably name a lot of my teachers, as well. Mrs. Feaster taught me to read; Mrs. Holiday, the multiplication tables; and Mrs. Furlong was in charge of “show biz” (The annual Christmas play). I learned math from Miss Madry.

I got my first job when I was at Coral Gables Elementary. I started selling and delivering the Saturday Evening Post and the Ladies’ Home Journal. The Post cost a nickel and the Journal a dime. I built up a pretty good route; I cleared about $.50 a week.

My next job was working at the Coral Gables Bowling Alley. I set duck pins and 10 pins. I think we used to get five cents a game. There was nothing automatic about any of it – WE were the pin-setting machines.

I went to Ponce de Leon High School in 1938. In many ways, it was like Coral Gables Elementary School in that most of the teachers had been there for years. Mr. Harry Rath had been the principal since they opened the doors. There were about 750 kids. There were only 125 in our graduating class in 1944.

Burdines was the only store in Miami that was air-conditioned. I think the Olympia Theater was, as well. The Coral Gables theater at that time had no AC.

Our family was pretty lucky during the Depression because my dad had been involved with aviation since he worked with Glenn Curtiss during World War I and then started working for Pan American Airways. He stayed with Pan Am and eventually became general foreman in charge of engine accessories for them at the old Miami International Air Depot.

I had my share of jobs during the years. I got up at 3 in the morning, folded newspapers for The Miami Herald, delivered them during the darkness of the wee hours with never a thought (on the part of me or my parents that there ever was a threat of bodily harm of any kind). I worked for the A&P grocery store, as well as Tanner’s market on the weekends. I even was employed for a time as an usher in the Coral Theater during my years in high school. I probably thought I was working too much and too hard. Today – looking back on it – I probably wasn’t doing enough of either one.

I had a loving family, I lived in a lovely city and made a lot of nice friends, many of whom I still have to this day.

We played “capture the flag” at night on the Coral Gables Golf Course after we had our meeting at Scout Troop No. 7. The troop’s log cabin was nestled among the trees on the back nine.

I learned to swim when I was 9 at the Venetian Pool under the tutelage of “Pop” Burr and never gave a thought to its beauty, uniqueness and/or availability to me as a kid growing up. It was only after I grew up, and traveled around in the world, that I realized it was a truly “unique” swimming pool.

We made forts using palmetto fronds nailed to pine saplings that we cut down on property and vacant land that had never seen a “no trespassing” sign.

We fought battles with “guns” we made ourselves from rubber bands cut from old inner tubes with our mothers’ scissors as ammunition.

I was given a BB gun when I was 10 with a strict admonition never to shoot where there might be harmful results. I have to confess that despite my promises to my mother to the contrary, I think at one time or another I shot at everything that walked or crawled or flapped its wings. I was never a very good shot so most every living thing was safe, but I shot many a bottle into shards and punched a lot of holes in tin cans.

After school at Ponce, we frequently cooled off by taking a swim in the Coral Gables Waterway.

My friends and I did a lot of camping out in the vacant woods south of South Miami. Of course, we usually did not have a tent, and when it rained – as it frequently did – we sure wished that we had one as we sat shivering, waiting for the warmth of the rising sun.

When we ran short of cash, we used to scout around for the deposit bottles that we redeemed for enough to get us into the movies. The movies cost $.10 for anyone under 12 back in 1938. On Saturday, they usually showed some kind of cowboy movie that preceded the regular feature. Every kid got a comic book and a candy bar when he walked in the door.

One of the most important holidays always was the Fourth of July. Today, there is not much in the way of fireworks, but in those days that was a big thing. And my parents knew it. It was the one event in addition to Christmas that they really went out of their way to make sure I had the right kind of a celebration. I think they allowed me five whole dollars to spend on whatever kind of fireworks I wanted.

I used to get a catalog from the Spencer Fireworks Company out of some town in Ohio in the middle of March. I spent the better part of two months poring over that catalog and deciding what my selections would be.

When the big day dawned, I started early, long before daylight, and finished late, long after dark. In those days, five dollars’ worth of fireworks was just about all that one man or an active boy could handle in one day.

Yes, those were the days. Before I went to high school, we spent the summers outside building forts, tree huts, battling with “rubber guns” and going to the movies on Saturday. In the fall, all of my male friends were involved in “sandlot” football with very little, if anything, in the way of football pads. No one seemed to be worried or concerned as we split up into teams and played football on the field at Salvador Park in Coral Gables or the Coral Gables Prado.

In those early days, girls were just not a romantic factor. If they could not climb the tallest pine tree like a monkey or run as fast as the wind like Carolyn Hunter, they gained no respect with the “fellas” and just had to be satisfied with playing hopscotch or jumping rope.

Of course, when we went to high school, things changed a little bit. I had a couple of romances with girlfriends that I thought were pretty super at the time.

As it turned out, I married one of them – Lenore Bennett. We were married in 1949 at the Plymouth Congregational Church in Coconut Grove and renewed our vows 50 years to the day at the same church, at the same time in the evening.

At the time I was growing up in Coral Gables, I never realized how fortunate I was. It was only after I went in the Navy during World War II in 1944 and got out and saw what the rest of the world really looked like that I really appreciated what my life had been like when I was a kid growing up in a town that you might call a place “next door to heaven.”

My story begins when my father decided to move with his six children to Miami from Key West in 1948. His father told him that his four boys and two girls would have more opportunities in the “big city” of Miami so my mother packed us up and we all moved from our birthplace to Miami.

Our house was built in Allapattah from beautiful Dade County pine wood. Even after my mother passed away, my father continued to live in that same house until he retired from the Florida Department of Agriculture.

I have many wonderful memories of growing up in Miami. One of my early memories was meeting Florida Native American Seminoles like Buffalo Tiger, whose son Lee served with me on the board of Friends of the Florida State Parks Association. The Seminoles would come to shop at the market where my father worked wearing their colorful clothing. On occasions our family would visit their Tropical Indian Village on Northwest 15th Street and 27th Avenue and see alligator wrestling.

On the weekends, our family would go to Crandon Park on Key Biscayne for picnics, swimming and to visit the Crandon Park Zoo. Curtis Park was around the corner from our house; my brothers and I were there almost every day after school. During the summer we would swim in the public pool. Some days we would also swim in the Miami River. We could go to the movies on Saturday to see cartoons and movies for 10 cents.

It was a treat to go to downtown Miami on the bus shopping. Shopping had to be done on Saturday because stores were closed on Sundays. On Sundays after church, my dad would take us for a drive around Miami before expressways were built and sometimes stop at Dairy Queen for ice cream or Royal Castle for a hamburger and birch beer. Some Sundays evenings we would go the drive-in movie theater.

I also remember the wonderful smell of fresh baked Holsum bread as we would drive by the bakery on U.S. 1, especially if we were on the long drive to Key West to visit family. On some Fridays my father was given tickets for a fish fry dinner, which also included a tour of Holsum Bakery.

The six of us attended Miami High and received excellent public school educations. I had a wonderful time at Miami High, attending football games at the Orange Bowl. We won national championships and we had the “Million Dollar Band.”

I am a member of the Miami High School Alumni Association and am very happy to see that the beautiful and historic building is being renovated. Like they say, there are those who attended Miami High and those who wish they had. After school I worked for Kwik-Chek (Winn Dixie) so I could buy my first car and was I proud to drive around Miami in my new 1956 Ford. I am also an alumnus of Miami Dade College.

I have served as an assistant to a state representative, a state senator, two Miami mayors, and a Miami-Dade County commissioner. I have had the opportunity to give back to Miami-Dade by joining and serving on numerous civic and community organizations. I had the great privilege to be elected to the School Board of Miami-Dade County.

I have owned a real-estate company for over 30 years and have seen Miami grow from a small village to a multicultural cosmopolitan community.

My grandfather’s advice was right because I have had wonderful opportunities and great memories in this community. Miami was and still is a great city!

Journey along the streets in the Brownsville neighborhood and you’ll see solid homes and well-kept lawns, highlighting the pride of the people who live here – past and present.

The little frame house at 2978 NW 52nd St. is one of the oldest structures in the neighborhood, having been built in 1937. But there is more to it than the age of the house and its frame structure. There is a family’s legacy of enduring pride in a community.

“We bought that house in 1949,” said Agenoria Spearman Paschal, 88, a retired teacher and administrator. Pointing to the eldest of her three children, Fletcher Alonzo Paschal III, a retired pharmacist and business owner, she said: “He was about a year old. Back then you had to take a year off from work after giving birth.”

A second child, Elvis Wardell, a retired high school band director, was born two years later to Paschal and her late husband, Fletcher Alonzo Paschal, Jr., who died in 2004.

The family was not yet complete. The couple bought a second home across the street at 2975 NW 52nd St. in 1957, where their last child, Agenoria Paschal Powell, a K-8 Center principal, was born.

That’s where a simple story of home ownership and raising a family would seem to end. But to appreciate the life and times of Fletcher Alonzo Paschal and Agenoria Spearman Paschal, you would have to take a few steps backs into their family histories and accomplishments.

The union between Fletcher Alonzo Paschal, Sr., and Lennie Rogers in 1917 produced four children – Roger William Paschal, a retired teacher at Phyllis Wheatley Elementary; Lillian Paschal Wheeler, a retired elementary school teacher in Washington, D.C., Fletcher Alonzo Paschal, Jr., a retired Miami-Dade school administrator.

A renowned jazz musician, Paschal, Jr., played with Duke Ellington, Cab Calloway, Billie Holiday and Dinah Washington. He attended Florida A&M University and played in the FAMU Jazz Band and the famed Marching 100.

“He was in the band and I was a majorette. That’s how we met,” remembered Agenoria Spearman Paschal, who majored in social studies and English at FAMU. The couple wed in 1943 and their marriage would last for more than 60 years.

“He was in the ROTC and went into the Army during World War II.”

Fletcher Jr. served in the European Theatre with the 92nd Infantry Division, assigned to Genoa, Italy. Meanwhile, Spearman Paschal lived in Washington, D.C., and worked at the Pentagon. Around the time Fletcher Jr. was discharged from the U. S. Army, she was offered a job in Tallahassee.

“He came home and said we’re moving to Miami. I barely had a chance to pack and we left.”

The young couple moved in with Paschal’s family in an apartment on Northwest 18th Street near Phyllis Wheatley Elementary School.

“He was hired at Booker T. and I was hired at Phyllis Wheatley,” Agenoria Paschal remembered.

Teaching by day and working at night, Fletcher Jr., played tenor saxophone with the likes of Nat and Cannonball Adderley, Duke Ellington and others. He also played the local hot spots, including the Reno Bar, Harlem Square, the Rockland Palace and the Night Beat, all while raising a family.

Agenoria Spearman Paschal has fond memories of the couple’s first house on Northwest 52nd Street.

“We had to do everything to it, paint, add a fence, buy furniture, add a back porch. It was really a time of getting adjusted to being married because he had been away in the Army and then we lived with his parents.”

She remembers her husband was never impressed by what others had.

“He pursued his own goals for himself and his family.”

They needed a bigger place because the family was growing. Their son, Fletcher III, was an infant when the couple moved into the house, which, at one time or another, has been home to at least one member of five generations of Paschals. And each has taken the unspoken pledge of painstakingly adding features and repairs to maintain the house’s original character.

And Agenoria Spearman brought her own strong family legacy into the union.

She was the fourth of six children born to the Rev. E. W. and Tryphenia Spearman. Her father was postmaster at FAMU.Hermother was a first-grade teacher.

Spearman attended elementary, high school and college in Tallahassee.

Her siblings: Viva T. Spearman Coleman, a home economics and vocational teacher in the Miami-Dade County Public Schools and the first black registered dietician in Florida; Dr. Rawn W. Spearman, a Broadway star, concert artist and college professor; Olivia Chandler Spearman Parker, a retired executive assistant in the Department of Student Services in Washington, D.C. schools; Dr. Elvis O’Hara Spearman, a renowned band director, jazz musician and member of the St. Louis Symphonic Orchestra; and Leonard Hall O’Connell Spearman, president of Texas Southern University and executive director of the White House Initiative on Historically Black Colleges and Universities, making him the first former president of a historically-black school to hold the position.

Their parents could not afford to send six children away to college, she said. They went to school in Tallahassee.

“Our parents instilled in all six of their children that you must educate yourself. You must go to college and make something of yourself. Our parents walked the talk.”

Agenoria Spearman Paschal fashioned a legacy in education highlighted by the role she played in developing an education model in Miami-Dade that ended up in the Library of Congress.

Fletcher and Agenoria Paschal’s children, grandchildren and great grandchildren followed in their footsteps when it came to getting a solid education.

Now, the Brownsville community is growing and changing, but it still is the reflection of a family’s legacy of enduring pride in a community.

In 1904 my family moved to Miami in horse and buggies from Gillette on the west coast of Florida.

Gillette is my mother’s family name; her family owned citrus groves and cattle. I have a certificate from the Florida State Genealogical Society certifying that I am a Florida Pioneer Descendant of the Gillette Family, who settled in Florida before Florida became a state. The certificate is dated March 3, 1845, certificate No. 515.

My paternal grandfather, Felix Travis Janes, was known as one of the best managers of packinghouses in Florida. He managed the packinghouse located on what is now South Greenway Drive and Castile Avenue (a sign is on the corner). This packinghouse was for Merrick Farms, owned by the Rev. Solomon Merrick and his son George, the founder of Coral Gables.

During the summer my grandfather was in charge of security during the building of the Dade County Courthouse and Vizcaya Museum and Gardens.

My mother, born 1899, wrote two books about growing up during the beginning of the 20th century in Miami. On Jan. 1, 1918, she married a Marine lieutenant stationed in Miami during World War I. They had two sons, my brother who was born in 1919, and me, born in 1922.

We lived on Biscayne Boulevard and Northwest 54th Street across from the Cushman School, which my brother attended. In 1926 Miami was hit by a devastating hurricane that blew the roof from our home. The water from Biscayne Bay came up to our windows.

A huge German freighter, the Prinz Valdemar, was blown almost to Biscayne Boulevard. It could not be moved so it was converted to a huge aquarium, which I visited many times.

That hurricane in 1926 preceded the 1929 stock market crash and the country fell into the Great Depression of the 1930s. Miami suffered greatly because there were no industries, no air conditioning for hotels and office buildings.

Unemployment was at 30 percent. Foreclosures were more common than today. My mother used to say that she knew of millionaires one day who were paupers the next day.

After the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941, the country began arming for an all-out World War, which put people to work in factories manufacturing airplanes and tanks for war. This helped the economy. I was discharged from the Navy in March 1946 after three years in the service.

When I returned to Miami, there was a shortage of housing and automobiles, so both of these industries did well for a few years. Many of the G.I.s who were stationed in Florida stayed after their discharge from the service.

The new Biltmore Hotel in Coral Gables closed right after the hurricane and it was converted into a military hospital during World War II.

I am 89 years old and I have seen many changes. Coral Gables and Miami still attract many big investors who have confidence in future growth due to our strategic location with respect to South America and the Miami International Airport, the beaches and tourist attractions.

Editor’s note: The Coral Gables Museum has the Robert and Marian Fewell Wing named after the author.

My first encounter with Miami was in the 1940s after the war. We lived in Curacao, Netherlands West Indies, and traveled every year to New York City on vacation.

In those days of DC3 and DC4 airplanes, one could not fly nonstop to NYC – not even to Miami – because of refueling requirements. Pan Am’s route to Miami was via Ciudad Trujillo (now Santo Domingo), Port-au-Prince and Camaguey, Cuba. KLM had stops in Aruba and Jamaica.

Arriving in Miami in the afternoon, we would stay at the Miami Colonial or Columbus hotels on Biscayne Boulevard. The next day we would board an Eastern or National plane for NYC with refueling stops in Jacksonville, Raleigh, N.C., and Washington, D.C.

As a boy I was delighted to walk over to nearby Flagler Street for piña coladas at Sloppy Joe’s and cheeseburgers and chocolate milk shakes (neither of which were available in Curacao) at Walgreens. Best of all I got to go to double features at the Olympia Theatre (in Curacao movies were largely restricted for children).

Many decades later, my wife and I would attend performances of the Miami City Ballet at the same theater, now named Gusman.

Skip forward to the early ’60s when the first wave of Cubans were ousted by Castro. My father’s uncle and aunt from Havana, Henry and Elsa Senior, had taken up residence in Palm Beach – “temporarily.” My parents, who then lived in Caracas, had visited them frequently in Havana, now visited them in Palm Beach. They liked Palm Beach so much that they decided to establish residence there. My Curacao-born father died in Palm Beach in 1984 and my Budapest-born mother, who is 97, still lives there.

After graduating from Harvard, I returned home to Caracas. Later I got an MBA from Columbia University. While in New York, I met and married my wife, Suzanne Lesh of Indianapolis, who was working in fashion for Mademoiselle magazine. With my new bride I returned to Caracas.

After working for several companies in Caracas, I set out on my own, founding the first executive search management firm in the country. By the early 1980s, however, Venezuela, which had been booming for several decades, was facing an economic downward spiral.

The logical move was to Miami, which was becoming the place to do business for Latin America. Many U.S. multinationals had set up Latin America headquarters in Miami and Fort Lauderdale. We bought a “temporary” home in what is now Palmetto Bay, where we still live.

My daughters, Jennifer and Stephanie, born in Caracas, originally went to Gulliver, but changed to Palmetto High. They both headed north to college at Penn State, then attended graduate schools in Florida. After completing their education, both worked in Miami. They now live in Parkland and Palm Beach. All of our grandchildren were born in Florida – a family first.

And that is how my family from various points of the world all ended up in South Florida.

I was born in Miami in 1940 when Victoria Hospital still existed as a full-service hospital with a maternity ward and Miami was a sleepy Southern town.

There was still alligator wrestling at 27th Avenue and Northwest Seventh Street at an Indian Village called Musa Isle. I lived in one house in the Shenandoah section when it was known as the Jewish neighborhood.
My friends and I had the freedom to ride our bikes from home to elementary school. A kid could go alone on a bus to downtown and feel safe.

My family of four lived in the same house for my entire childhood. We had a close neighborhood of 10 single family houses, where everyone knew everyone, and sitting on the front porch seeing your neighbors was an evening’s entertainment.

The first time I lived away as an adult, other than college at Tulane, was in 1965 when my wife, Rosetta, myself and my 1-year-old son, Mitchell, went to Washington D.C.

We moved there where I started my career as an attorney in the Criminal Division of the United States Justice Department.

In a year, I wanted to do trial work, which led me back to Miami and ultimately allowed me to be a part of a special time in the city’s history. It was an era that would profoundly change the place where I grew up.

I applied for a job as an assistant U.S. attorney, arriving at 7:30 a.m. for an interview. I was struck by the boss, U.S. Attorney William A. “Bill” Meadows. I remember him at the soda machine, getting a Coke at 7 a.m.

My memory may be failing me, but I’m pretty sure he would usually eat a Moon Pie with that Coke, a Southern tradition for breakfast.

I was lucky enough to get the job and it was the beginning of great friendships and a discovery of a part of Miami that I had not known before.

From 1966-1970 while I was an assistant U.S. attorney, Miami’s federal criminal scene was much different than it is today. We tried small drug cases, [even lent $20 to agents to make controlled buys], interstate stolen car cases, and an occasional fraud case. Back then, a $2 million fraud case was considered huge.

We could not even conceive of today’s multi-billion dollar Ponzi schemes. While the criminal prosecutions were not as large and complex as they are today, the federal court was busy making life-changing decisions.

The late C. Clyde Atkins was ordering school busing to complete integration, and he courageously allowed a poet, Alan Ginsberg, to recite what was then considered an obscene poem.

Today, Ginsburg’s best known work Howl is taught in schools. He once told me that he received much more obscene and angry mail over Ginsberg’s poetry than he received for the busing decision.

Judges Peter Fay, Joe Eaton and James Lawrence (Larry) King were courageously dealing with community-changing issues on a regular basis. It was the Civil Rights Era and Miami was still the South.

We worked in a small, compact office where we also met as a group once a week. Bill Meadows came from Goodman, Miss., and had been a circuit court judge in Miami when he accepted the appointment as U.S. Attorney.

With Meadows’ background as a native Mississippian and member of the Miami “good ole boy” network, one would hardly have imagined the diverse makeup of the U.S. Attorney’s office.

The office had between 15 and 17 full-time attorneys, as compared to the 200-plus today. This group included seven Jewish men, the first Hispanic lawyer in the office’s history, its first black lawyer and one of the few females to ever have served in the office.

The diversity of today’s office shows we were on to something.

These were the city’s most ambitious lawyers. Yet the spirit was collegial, “one for all.” We shared cases, we shared credit, and we shared a mission: to make Miami a safer place to live.

Meadows fostered that spirit. He never considered a person’s religion, appearance or background, only at what they could do and how he could help them do it better.

Meadows was the type of boss who would always back you up in public. He would discuss any problem in private, resolve it, and never do anything but give a single cohesive statement of the office view.

If he did not share your view at the beginning and he could not persuade you to change, then your view became the office view.

Unfortunately, this attribute is rare in public service today, where everyone wants to cover themselves.

There were some comical times as well. When it was “duty” day, one assistant would take in new law enforcement cases and citizens’ complaints.

I remember two in particular. One octogenarian came to the office and, when asked “could I help you,” he responded repeatedly, “I’m 85, my wife is 83 and we don’t need any help.”

I finally found out what he needed. He thought his wife was having an affair with a 33-year-old Secret Service agent.

Another woman complained that her thoughts were being stolen electronically. After a half hour of her story, I asked for her phone number so I could have the FBI call her. She responded simply, “phone – I don’t have a phone. They are stealing my thoughts through the walls.”

Our group, along with some who came before and some who came after, meets every September as a memorial to Bill Meadows. The spirit may not be there all year, but on that day, everyone seems to go back in time to what was, to many, a golden era.

From two U.S. District judges, Jose Martinez and Fred Moreno, who worked with Meadows, to three former U.S. Magistrate judges – Mike Osman, the late Jack Eskenazi, and the late Ted Klein – to Neal Sonnett, past president of the National Criminal Defense Association, and for the too-many lawyers to name who are listed in Best Lawyers in America, for all of them, working with Bill Meadows remained the highlight of their legal careers.

Certainly in a memory of Miami, this was a golden age.

My parents, Harry and Mildred Grand, met each other on South Beach in 1946.

My mother was on vacation from her home in a very cold Roxbury, Mass. Dad and his family owned and managed a small apartment/hotel at 112 Ocean Dr., The Rainbow.

Today the Rainbow is the home of Prime 112, the chi-chi restaurant. Previously, Dad had lived in Ellenville, N.Y., and had helped build and run a family hotel, the Paramount Lodge in the Catskills. His family had enough of the frigid winters so it was time to head south to Florida

I was born in St. Francis Hospital (now condominiums) in Miami Beach in 1948. We lived on the second floor of the Rainbow in a one-bedroom apartment with a balcony overlooking Ocean Drive. We had an unobstructed view of the beach and ocean. In fact, my bris (circumcision) was celebrated on that very balcony, which is now used for diners at Prime 112 restaurant (just between you and me).

In 1950, my parents decided they needed more room and moved to a newly built subdivision in Miami on the border of Coral Gables, named Coral Gate. Most of the homes were bought by young families purchasing their first home.

“The Gate” was a wonderful place to grow up in the ’50s. It was only two blocks from Miracle Mile, the main shopping street of Coral Gables. I remember at the age of 11 collecting candy with a group of friends on Halloween night. We would walk around most of Coral Gate, yelling in unison at each house for whatever treats we could get.

We had no adult supervision and we rarely returned home before 11 p.m. It was a different point in time.

I developed my life-long love of film at the three movie theaters in Coral Gables – the Miracle, the Coral, and the Gables. These movie theaters were all within a mile of each other.

While attending Merrick Demonstration School for fifth and sixth grades, all of us patrol boys walked after school to the Coral to see a free movie each Friday. This was a reward for helping fellow students cross a busy Douglas Road each morning. Many years later just before graduating from Coral Gables High School, I spent a summer working as an usher at the Parkway movie theater .

At the time, this theater was Miami’s only “art” theater, showing mostly European and independent films. In addition, patrons were offered free coffee and various showings of art in the lobby – very unique for 1966.

The Sears on Coral Way near Miracle Mile was the place to get just about anything you needed in the 1950s and ’60s. There were some wonderful memories hanging out there with friends on weekends and shopping with my parents.

But there were also some disturbing remembrances of a department store (at a certain time in history) with bathrooms and water fountains clearly marked “white” and “colored.”

There were always a few restaurants that were our favorites during those years. These included Red Diamond, Dean’s Waffle shop, Jahn’s ice cream parlor, Biscayne Cafeteria and China Maid. And, yes, how can we forget Royal Castle? We were all addicted!

Meanwhile, my dad had opened a store on Giralda Avenue in the Gables in 1959. He was a distributer of Westinghouse light bulbs and also sold small electrical appliances. My mother helped him each day with various accounting and secretarial duties. I usually walked over after school and helped out until closing most days.

After attending Shenandoah Junior High and during my time at Coral Gables High, I worked most of the University of Miami football season selling Cokes at the Orange Bowl. I would take a bus from the Orange Bowl at 11 p.m. back to the Coral Gables bus station and walk two blocks to Royal Castle for a well-deserved “refueling.”

College was divided between Emory University and the University of Miami, graduating in 1970. It was while attending my junior year at UM that I decided what was to be my future profession: optometry. My four years of post-graduate study brought me to Southern College of Optometry in Memphis.

I returned to the Miami area to scout for future practice locations after many dreary and cold Memphis winters. I first established my Kendall optometric practice in 1979. My present office location is in the Pinecrest/Kendall area.

Seven years ago my wife Belle and I moved to Miami Beach. We always felt a special connection being close to the ocean and the beach. Somehow, things have come around full circle.