There was once a Pig Stand in every part of town. Before the War, the Woodrow kids congregated at the Gaston Avenue Pig Stand out on Garland Road where Gaston ended. That is, when they decided not to go congregate at Sammy’s on Greenville Avenue. The kids from North Dallas had their Pig Stand on Oak Lawn, and I’m sure the kids from Oak Cliff had Pig Stands in that part of town, but I didn’t get over that way very often.
There was a Pig Stand out on Greenville Avenue, and that was what put me in mind of the Pig Stands. We went to the Kirby’s steak house there the other night. It is in the same location where the Pig Stand once was. The house salad dressing at Kirby’s is like the dressing that was served at Brockles’ Restaurant in downtown Dallas. I often wonder if it is the same. Once upon a time you could buy Brockles’ dressing in the restaurant to take home in quart jars. As I recall, it even sold in grocery stores. I don’t remember much about the food, but the dressing was very good.
Anyway, on Saturday nights once a month there would be a dance at the Lakewood Country Club for high school kids and on different Friday nights there would be a dance at the Dallas Athletic Club downtown. It was pretty inexpensive – a buck or two for admission. Those who paid would get a little lapel button gadget. We collected the gadgets and would go to the dances equipped with an assortment of gadgets. Whatever one was being used that night we would put on our lapel and march in.
I’m talking about those of us who went stag, of course. Those who had dates would pay. I never had a date.
After the dance was over, we would congregate at Sammy’s or the Pig Stand and sit around telling tales and drinking beer until time to carry the Dallas Morning News. Most of us had routes. Some guys had a Times Herald route, but we looked down our noses at them. Real carriers carried the morning paper.
We always ordered a basket of French fries to go with our beer. We got the catsup bottle and used copious quantities on the fries. Carlos Messina ran the joint at Sammy’s. He would come over and take the catsup bottle away; said we cost him money eating all that catsup on ten cents’ worth of fries. Carlos was a big guy who had played football for Adamson. If anybody got rowdy, Carlos would take his huge finger and raise a frog on their arm. He kept us in line.
When it came time for the paper to be delivered, we would jump in someone’s car and go “throw” the routes. One would be driving, two folding, and two throwing—one on each side. We could carry several routes in jig time that way. Then we would all go home to bed.
Whatever happened to Pig Stands and Brockles’ Dressing? Oh yes, and Rockefeller’s – the little stands that sold hamburgers???? After World War II they all disappeared.