BILL CHERRY'S GREATEST DALLAS PARK CITIES REAL ESTATE BLOG: June 2007

BROTHER RICK MANSFIELD - THE GODFATHER OF THE DOO WOP SAX

              Although a Minor Character, Brother Rick Mansfield's Talent Is What Makes It Work

By Bill Cherry

Dallas Broker-Realtor

My 43rd Year Selling Texas

www.billcherrybroker.com

"Since I Don't Have You"

There's one misnomer about story telling, and it is the thought that  "minor characters" in a story are all but nonessential. I've found that without the minor characters, the story will be weak; in fact, sometimes not a story at all. Following that one lesson is what often separates good tales from bad ones.

And that's the way it is with the story of the famous rhythm and blues concerts that public television has been using for fund raisers for the past four years.

T.J. Lubinsky is a 30-year old stocky high school drop out with little boy dimples and ‘50s-fad wall to wall eyebrows.  He heads fund raising for WQED, the educational television station in Pittsburgh. His 1997 concert idea and the way he's executed it since has generated more than $50 million in viewer pledges to public television, and that's by far the most successful campaign the industry has had throughout its history.

For an example, when New York's WNET ran a concert of the famous Broadway musical, "Les Miserables," it generated viewer donations of $420,000. However, when WNET played Lubinsky's first program, the donations soared to $700,000 the first night.

Prior to the advent of Lubinsky, WQED's most successful fund raising campaign had come in 1994, when it offered boxed video tape sets of a "Three Tenors" performance. It generated $80,000. Lubinsky's program's video tapes brought them $180,000 in contributions three years later.

If you're like a good portion of what's known as Aging America, you've seen at least one of Lubinsky's programs. The most recent one on PBS was called "Red, White and Rock." Before that, it was "Doo Wop 50." Another was titled "Love, Rhythm and Soul."

Even though Lubinsky wasn't around when this music first took over America, he has became an expert in the history of early rhythm and blues, what many call doo wop. His interest had to have come from a legacy, since his grandfather was Herman Lubinsky, the founder of Savoy Records, whose label recorded many of these legends.

What T.J. Lubinsky figured out was that those of us who lived through the ‘50s and ‘60s, and who love that music, are not interested in hearing someone's modern version of the songs. We want it authentic, down to the very riffs in the orchestrations. And that's the part that the minor characters play in these successful events.

Lubinsky started tracking down the old rock stars like the Drifters, Mel Carter, Jimmy Beaumont and the Skyliners, Don and Juan, the Clovers, even Frankie Avalon, Connie Francis, and the Platters, to see if they would come to Pittsburgh's Benedum Center for the Performing Arts to recreate their unforgettable songs in front of live audiences. The concerts would be taped for sale by Rhino Home Video and then broadcasted over the PBS stations nation-wide. Video tapes of those shows would be offered to viewers throughout the telecast if they made specific donations to their local PBS station.

When he started contacting the performers, what Lubinsky found was not good. Advanced age and lack of constant practice and rehearsals had all but ruined the voices of any number of the old stars. After all, many of them hadn't performed professionally in 40 years or more. And then there were some groups who had had a riff along the way, so they weren't even on speaking terms.

To make matters worse, with the exception of Mel Carter ("Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me") and Jimmy Beaumont and the Skyliners ("Since I Don't Have You"), most of the acts couldn't provide accompaniment arrangements for their songs. The studio bands had just winged it when the recordings were made many years before.

So Lubinsky, even himself a minor character in this story, hired another minor character, magnet school music teacher and Pittsburgh Symphony member, my friend 53-year old Richard "Brother Rick" Mansfield. Lubinsky knew by his reputation that Mansfield is to the saxophone what Peanuts Hucko and Pete Fountain are to the clarinet - the best in the world.

Lubinsky explained to Brother Rick that he was to put together the orchestrations and find the musicians who could recreate the authentic "sounds." And he was also to perform all sax solos himself. After all, the saxophone is the backbone of most early rhythm and blues music, and Brother Rick is the best.

Mansfield conditionally agreed to the challenge, but said he'd only take it if he were provided copies of the original recordings of each of the songs that the performers would do on the show. He wanted to methodically listen to the records over and over, transcribe each instrument's part, down to the most minuscule nuance, and then score the arrangements by computer.

Brother Rick told me that in advance of the night of each performance, he invests about six months of work. He then puts together the accompaniment orchestra and begins rehearsing them. Frankly, to the naked eye, they're an odd collection of classical, popular and rock musicians, but most of them live and work in the Pittsburgh area and can easily rise to the musical occasion. They, no doubt, secretly love doo whop, too.

You've seen Brother Rick. He's a rather large white man with aviator-style glasses in front of the orchestra. He looks far more like a CPA than a rhythm and blues or a symphony musician. Nevertheless, he's the one audiences see who bends his legs and contorts his back as he breaks into a sax solo.

Brother Rick told me that when the performers show up at the Benedum, there's only time for most of them to rehearse their song with the musicians once, maybe twice, before show time. To do more would be too costly.

Finally, parked outside of the Benedum is another minor character, a large mobile recording studio that takes down each musician and singer's individual performance on a large 35-track tape deck. That way through electronics, if a singer hits a note flat, for an example, the engineer can fix it so that what we hear on the composite is to proper pitch.

"If a violinist accidently produces a squawk when she draws her bow, they'll correct it," Brother Rick told me. "If one of the old boys just comes close when he sings his song, they'll fix it so it sounds prefect. It's the magic of the authentic arrangements and orchestrations and the sound correction engineering that makes these programs successful," he added.

It's history being recreated and memorialized. My friend Richard Mansfield plays an enormous part in making it happen.

And to think that like Lubinsky, Brother Rick Mansfield wasn't even on this earth when many of the original recordings were being made.

Copyright 2002 - William S. Cherry

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2 commentsBILL CHERRY • June 29 2007 07:20PM

What's Going on Here?

I've done my best to post some blogs that have varied purposes.  Here are some of the titles and the number of clicks:

"So You Want to Get Out of a Contract, Do You?"                             48

"The Beverly Wilshire Isn't the Paris Hilton"                                      61

"The Money Doctor Meets the Real Estate Man"                               71

"American Home Shield & the Home Warranty Business"                  80

"Pourquoi est-ce que je n'ai jamais de vos nouvelles?                    105

"Tattoos for Ladies....The Answer"  (10-04-07)                                    32,540

    

 

 

 

18 commentsBILL CHERRY • June 28 2007 11:47AM

BIG MAMA BROUGHT ME A REMINDER

They call our friend's mother Big Mama.  It's one of those ironies that I can't figure out.  Big Mama is about 5'5" in heels and has never weighed in at more than 120 lbs.  Nevertheless, she's called Big Mama and she's now in her 90s.

In the past several weeks, I've watched from the sidelines as Big Mama has fallen into some serious health issues, and it reminded me of what I experienced with my own aging mother and our little toy fox terrier, Emmie Lou.  They got elderly together.  And their symptoms seemed to run parallel.

While it's on my mind, I want to pass on some things to you that will be helpful as you deal with aging parents, relatives and friends, and your pets.  They are what happened to Big Mama.

Frequently the mental mechanism that tells us we're thirsty and need to drink water starts to wane as we get older.  At first we continue drinking out of habit rather than a feeling of need, so no one is the wiser.  But before long, we are drinking little or no water at all.  That causes a decline in appetite, and frequently we stop eating altogether.

With the onset of dehydration comes some delirium and often a behavior that to a layman looks like a stroke. And then there's the accompanying bladder infection that results in incontinence.   "Oh, my God, she's losing it!  She's going down so fast!"  Hold on, that's not exactly true .

None of that should have happened, and wouldn't have happened had the person's or pet's liquid intake been monitored.  Get them re-hydrated, preferably intravenously, and you will see a mini miracle.

Another thing that often occurs is that the thyroid gland begins to no longer produce the proper amount of thyroid.  Thyroid regulates our hormones, and hormones are what, among other things, give us our feeling of well-being.  This can and often changes rapidly.  Remind the doctor to check the thyroid output with every blood test.  Sometimes, even though the output tests normal, a light dose of Syndroid or one of the other thyroid supplements once a day will dramatically help an elderly person's outlook and daily health.

Big Mama's been in the hospital for the past few days, and she's showing a remarkable recovery.  Most of the problems would have never happened had she drank enough water.

Finally, pets frequently follow this same course.  Water and thyroid supplements are the keys.

 

4 commentsBILL CHERRY • June 27 2007 10:16PM

RE/MAX's Willie Payne & the Famous Himalayan Singing Kitten Enterprise

                          The Willie Payne Family's Famous Himalayan Singing Kitten Enterprise

                                               BY BILL CHERRY, DALLAS BROKER-REALTOR

                                                   

           {---RE/MAX GALVESTON'S WILLIE PAYNE

Willie Payne is the owner of the Re/Max office in Galveston, Texas, and he is the absolute most noted authority on Galveston's famous resort home living, in my opinion. 

And he should be, for after all, he was selling and promoting the real estate around the Galveston Country Club long before the rich and famous started buying there. We're talking about thirty years. He's a Galveston character.

Ask him what he does in his spare time, and he'll proudly tell you he's a member of the American Miscellaneous Society and the Chili Appreciation Society, and that his activities in the two clubs don't leave him room in the day for anything other than hunting and fishing.

Willie's a longtime member of Mensa. That's the derivative of a God-given pedigree that causes them to wonder why things are the way they are and then to try to figure out the answer. It's totally esoteric, and mostly does nothing more than waste time.  Nevertheless, Willie has his Mensa certificate in a cock-eyed thin black frame with a dirty glass cover hanging on the wall behind his desk.

A few years back, Willie's Mensa IQ started tinkering with his mind again.  It made him wonder what common threads run among all of those business people who amass great fortunes. He said his study showed that it wasn't excessive education or family money or luck. The common thread was almost all had been child entrepreneurs. They had always loved making a buck and figuring out clever ways to do it.

Willie and his children, William and Mary Elizabeth, decided that they would write a book on the subject, so they started interviewing people. They added some of those stories to their own, and the result is 44 Different & Proven Ways for Kids to Make Money.

My favorite of the forty-four is this one. One time the Paynes ended up with a bunch of kittens at their house. They were everywhere. So William and Mary Elizabeth went from door to door in the neighborhood trying to give them away. No success. Not one person took a free kitten. They knew they had to do something.

Figuring that if getting rid of them was going to require great effort and ingenuity, William told his sister and Willie that it stood to reason they ought to get paid for that marketing expertise. Here was William's solution.

"Dad, let's put ‘em in a box, take them to Randall's grocery store, and sell them in the parking lot."

So Mary Elizabeth printed a big sign, and they loaded it and the cardboard box full of kittens and a card table into Willie's Cadillac and drove to Randall's. They set up their homemade kiosk on the sidewalk in front of the door.

Then Mary Elizabeth taped up the sign on the front of the card table. It said in big letters, "Himalayan Singing Kittens for Sale. $1.00 each."

Of course it wasn't long before the Randall's manager told them to pack up their Monty table and move on. But by then all the kittens had been sold.

I know your question. So here's how William would respond. "They closely resemble that very rare and famous Himalayan variety. However, the only way even the most knowledgeable can know for sure is to hear them sing. Unfortunately they only sing when they're at home in the Himalayas."  That seemed to satisfy all of their potential customers that this really was a chance to own a rare cat, and for the all but give away price of one buck.  They all sold.

44 Different & Proven Ways for Kids to Make Money is fun, and former childhood entrepreneurs and those wanting to be will enjoy Willie, William, and Mary Elizabeth's take on the subject. I don't know as it's available in bookstores, even though it should be, but you can get one from Willie at the Galveston Re/Max office. They're $6.95 and he'll throw in an autograph.

Someday I'll tell you how Willie sells houses.  You won't believe his methods, but he's been selling multi-millions worth every year for as long as I've known him.  By the way, if you haven't already guessed, I'm one of his most ardent admirers.

Copyright 2003 - William S. Cherry

 

 

 

 

3 commentsBILL CHERRY • June 25 2007 03:04PM

SO YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF A CONTRACT, DO YOU?

Fellow Active Rain blogger, John Elwell of Bill Nye's Century 21 office in Zephyrhills, Florida, made an interesting comment to one of the people who wrote and asked the question, "How can I get out of a contract?"  John noted that it is a question that seems to be posed here very frequently, and John's observation is right.

I'm one of those who doesn't understand the concept of not doing what a person says he'll do.  So I frankly hate reading that question because more often than not, it means someone is letting the world know he's a weasel.

I once had a very lucrative agreement with a gentleman that paid me many, many thousands of dollars each year.  Very serious money.

We negotiated our very complex agreement within an hour at our first meeting, and we didn't write it down.  Our attorneys wanted us to put it in writing.  We both resisted saying that we both knew what we'd agreed to, and we both had confidence we could abide by it without their help.  Every year or so thereafter, one attorney or the other would write us telling us we needed to enter into a formal contract.  Every year we'd ignore their advice.

For twenty years we followed our verbal, handshake agreement.  When we completed our joint task, my client said that he wanted to have his accounting department audit our history to make certain all had turned out as it was supposed to.  When they finished, he sent me a check for $12,000, claiming they had underpaid me.  I would have never known.

That man's name is George P. Mitchell.  He was the founder of Mitchell Energy & Development Corp. and the developer of the famous New Town north of Houston, The Woodlands.  He is still blowing and going at 88, and I'm very grateful that I have had the opportunity to know and serve him.  It probably is, remains and always will be the highlight of my business career.  You know the frequently used promise, "My word is my bond?"  Well when you do business with Mr. Mitchell, it is.  I hope he feels the same way about the value of my word.

Photo of George P. Mitchell

So back to wanting to know how to break a contract.  While sometimes there is a good reason, I suspect more often than not it's just because the guy wanting out has decided he no longer wants to do what he promised he'd do.  As Realtors, we can't rationalize where it is ethical behavior on our part to participate in these matters; consequently we should divorce ourselves from those discussions.

BILL CHERRY, DALLAS BROKER-REALTOR.  MY 43RD YEAR SELLING TEXAS

          Meet me on the web at www.billcherrybroker.com

{---George P. Mitchell                                  

3 commentsBILL CHERRY • June 23 2007 09:11AM

THE BEVERLY WILSHIRE ISN'T THE PARIS HILTON

 

One longtime resident of Beverly Hills made an interesting observation once.  He said, "Hollywood isn't a real place.  It's a state of mind.  When people are envisioning Hollywood and movie stars and beautiful homes and surroundings, they are really envisioning the City of Beverly Hills." 

But then I have to quickly add that there really is a Hollywood, it was just not opulent or glamorous.  My new friend and fellow blogger, Melody Young tells me (below) that it has undergone an enormous transformation.  It's now the place to be. But in the recent past, it was far more seedy than New York's Times Square ever was.  And if you wanted to see seedy, Times Square was certainly the place!

Beverly Hills is where the legendary hotels, The Beverly Hills Hotel and The Beverly Wilshire provide the palaces and the courts for the stars and the wealthy visitors. 

And it's where Chasen's was, and The Grill and Jimmy's and Spago restaurants are.  And it's where Rodeo Drive is, a three block shopping district that immediately thereafter transforms itself into the most beautiful boulevard of splendid mansions and architecture in the United States.  And with palm trees, one after another, that are as tall as many buildings, down the most beautifully landscaped boulevard in the world.

The whole shebang is only a bit more than five square miles.  It has positive things like churches, schools, a hospital and a cemetery.  But it has no industry, billboards, smoke stacks or homeless people or noticeable eyesores. 

The massive lawns, the landscaping and the homes must be kept sparkling, less the city ordinances grab you.  Residents aren't keen on visitors walking their streets because they abhor crime.  In fact for all practical purposes there isn't any.  Thank the only police department in the world that has an average response time of just over one minute.

All gardeners and their crews must be registered with the city because it takes a license to do landscaping.  One of the main reasons for the licensing is to have a way to stop crews from blowing clippings into the streets and storm sewers and wasting water.  If they catch you, there goes your license.

And real estate signs have to conform to one size about no bigger that a piece of stationery, painted with a white background, and with a simple font and paint color approved by the city.  If you're looking for a home in Beverly Hills, you know to look near the house entrances for the small signs.  If you aren't, your eyes aren't scrambled by a series of those massive obtrusions juxtaposed down the streets.

You see the For Sale signs must be only a few feet from the façade of the house, must be parallel to the street and only one per yard.

Interestingly, Beverly Hills is only eighty-one years old, and I can't help but tell you that its first mayor was Will Rogers, the famous raconteur of the day.

All of this to say that Beverly Hills should be the poster child for how to build and manage a city.  And it is a place that everyone who has an interest in home sales, landscaping, home and store design, and store decorating and inventorying should visit and study.

On Rodeo Drive, here are some of the stores you should see and study:  Anthropologie, Bottega Veneta, Carroll & Co., Chanel, David Orgell, Escada, Georgette Klinger, Jimmy Choo, Jose Eber, Lladro, Taschen Brooks, Decret and Bijan.  And don't overlook Guess? Ranch or Pierre Deu.

Again, let me say that it's definitely the prototype that cities and city governments should strive for.  And the marketing genius that is displayed there is worthy of being copied by every merchant nationwide.  Product sales would zoom to the rafters.

For twenty years, I spent a great deal of time doing real estate business in Los Angeles.  My camp grounds was always the Beverly Wilshire.  I can't think of a more charming place on the planet.  And in a former life, I was the pianist in the hotel's Blvd Lounge for one six-week engagement. 

Years later when I came back for the first time as the Real Estate Man, I was apparently in their computer because within moments of my check in, the manager called to ask if I would honor the guests by sitting in for a set in the Blvd that evening.  I did.  The only star I recognized who stopped in and heard me was Polly Bergan. 

She obviously wasn't impressed.  She didn't palm me a 5 spot or send me a note.

But that whole scenario by the manager just reeked of good manners and impeccable marketing.  Why don't other fine hotels do that? 

I'm here to tell you that I love the Beverly Wilshire and I love the City of Beverly Hills.  And I want you to know that I am a far superior real estate professional as a result of the lessons they taught me.  You should consider going to study in that cultural laboratory, too.

2 commentsBILL CHERRY • June 22 2007 08:37PM

THE MONEY DOCTOR MEETS THE REAL ESTATE MAN

 

                                            

                       Doc Gallagher, Steve the Engineer and Your Friend Realtor Bill Cherry

One of the most famous people in the Dallas-Ft. Worth Metroplex is a retired ethics professor from Texas Christian University, W. Neil Gallagher, Ph.D.  He calls himself The Money Doctor. 

For more than fifteen years, he's been promoting his skills of being able to help people "retire safe, early and happy," and by last count his client base numbered more than twelve thousand.

Every Saturday morning, Doc has an hour long radio program where he helps people understand their personal finances and their personal business.  Frequently he has guests stop by who have a particular expertise, and when he does he zeroes in on them. He immediately puts them on the defensive, and it doesn't take the radio audience long to know they're top drawer at what they do, that's why Doc has them on.

Last summer Doc emailed and told me it was time for his audience and him to get to the bottom of why anyone needs a professional real estate agent to help them when they decide it's time to buy or sell.  "You guys want a lot of money for your services.  How's my audience to know they're going to get their money's worth?" he continued.

"I want you to meet me next Wednesday at 3 at the KAAM-AM station, and we're going to talk about this for an entire hour.  Steve will tape the program and it'll be run Saturday.  Be prepared for some pretty deep drilling," Doc continued.  "My listeners are going to know when this hour is over that you know your stuff, or you're going to crash and burn before their very ears!"  ("Before their very ears?"....I chuckled because I knew that was either funny or silly.  I wasn't sure which.)

But you see I do have one advantage.  I've  worked in radio and television and have been a regular public speaker since I was what, fourteen or so?  I haven't had stage fright in years, so that was going to be in my favor, and I've been in the real estate business for forty-three years.  If I don't know how to over-turn objections by now, too bad.  So we did the show, and it was a big hit with Doc's audience.

So here we are.  The program is unedited and the station has given me permission to make as many copies as I want.  If you as a potential real estate buyer or seller, or as a real estate professional would like a copy, email me your name and address and I'll send the first fifty responders one at no charge.  (And as they always said on the radio adventure programs when I was a little boy, "And no salesman will call."  I'll also send along the list of questions you should ask every agent before you decide whether or not to retain their services.

BILL CHERRY, DALLAS BROKER-REALTOR.  MY 43RD YEAR SELLING TEXAS. 972 380-7347.

                                 Let's say 'hi' on the web at www.billcherrybroker.com

You can get Doc's book, and you should if you anticipate being elderly yourself someday or you have elderly parents right now or soon to be elderly parents.  Here's the scoop/

The Money Doctor's Guide to Taking Care of Yourself When No One Else Will
The Money Doctor's Guide to Taking Care of Yourself When No One Else Will by W. Neil, Ph.D. Gallagher (Paperback - Nov 25, 2005)

 

 

 

8 commentsBILL CHERRY • June 19 2007 12:56PM

American Home Shield and the Home Warranty Business - Should I or Shouldn't I?

For a number of years -- at least 10 -- I have encouraged my selling clients to throw in a free home warranty from one of the warranty companies like American Home Shield.  It seemed to be both a good marketing strategy for the seller and as a help against the possibilities of disclosure disagreements and lawsuits after closing.

It didn't take long doing this that I sold myself that an American Home Shield warranty on our personal home might be just the thing to do, so I bought and the company started drafting my bank account every month for the premium...about $45, I think.

A long time went by before I needed service.  I called because the back flow valve for our sprinkler system was frozen.  I reported the problem to AHS, and they scheduled a "plumber" who came out and 1) told me that the valve wasn't covered, 2) that he was really not a plumber but a plumber's helper, and 3) that he had learned what he knew about plumbing as a prisoner at the Huntsville prison.  He had only recently been released.

"Well, can you fix it while you're here?"

"No, $55 please."

I drove over to the nearby Lowes, bought the part and put it in myself.  Total cost of the part $6.00.  Total time required to put it in, less than thirty minutes.

The next time I called AHS, the a/c had stopped cooling.  The appointment was set by AHS.  The service technician never showed up.  Calls to AHS and the a/c didn't help.  No apologies then or were forthcoming. I was tired of being hot, so I randomly called a company from the Yellow Pages, they showed up within the hour and fixed it. 

"$105, please"

The next time I called AHS, one of our commodes had been frequently stopping up and the valve at the house for the main water supply line was leaking, too.  I bought a new commode and brought it home for the guy to install because I was sure it was stopping up because of calcification inside the fixture.  I took the day off to be at home for the repairs. 

The plumber came and told me that the water supply valve wasn't covered because it was on the outside of the house.  He said the commode wasn't regulated right and that there was no need to install the new one.

"Well, can you fix the valve while you're here and install the new commode anyway?"

"No, $55 please."  I had to write off the day, too.

The commode immediately began stopping up after he "adjusted it" just as it had before.  I pulled the old one, installed the new one myself.  Cost of the fixture $225.00.  Total time less than forty-five minutes.

The air conditioning began leaking freon.  This time AHS sent an a/c company to do the repair.  The fellow was friendly, knew his stuff, and got it fixed immediately.  He fixed it, and he had come on time.  Wow!

"$55, please."

The hose that goes to the sprayer at the kitchen sink began leaking.  "Hey, American Home Shield, the kitchen sink sprayer hose is leaking and needs replacing." 

"How about tomorrow before 10 AM?"

"Great!  I'll be waiting."

The plumber came, looked at the problem then asked me to bring in my warranty.  "See right here? Replacing washers and stuff like that isn't covered? By the way, I'm a single father trying to raise a young daughter by mself," he added.

"Can you fix it while you're here?" I asked.

"No, $55 please."

Perhaps if this is the business formula followed by all of the home warranty companies, it's time for them to make a change or maybe it's time for real estate agents to discontinue pushing their warranties -- I mean, it's not like we make anything from making the sales for them, and I have to believe that my experiences replicate those of others; worst of all the experiences of those to whom we recommended the services.

Whatever the case, the warranty companies need to be responsible for telling you up front that the service you've requested is likely to not be covered by their warranty.  And further, their contracts with the service companies need to specifically require them to make any and all repairs at local market rates whether or not the AHS warranty covers the repair.

As it is, the primary reason for being a AHS service contractor is the $55 annuity for telling the homeowner, "$55 please," and not delivering any service whatsoever in the process.

BILL CHERRY, BROKER-REALTOR. MY 43RD YEAR SELLING TEXAS! 972 380-7347

          MEET ME ON THE WEB AT WWW.BILLCHERRYBROKER.COM

40 commentsBILL CHERRY • June 18 2007 09:35AM

GALVESTON - 1836 WHEN IT CAME TO BE

The Strand:
A Lingering Shadow of Riches Untold,
Whispering Night Bay Breezes

by Bill Cherry

Dallas Realtor-Broker

My 43rd Year Selling Texas!

Reprint of my current column in "Texas Escapes Magazine"

www.texasescapes.com

Now that the battle that made Texas a republic in 1836 had ended, the founders of Galveston were finally able to get down to the business of building the new city.

While French sailors were settling in at the Gem saloon ("Your First and Last Chance" was lettered on the door) for an afternoon of drinking that would extend through the night, members of the Galveston Company began selling lots to the town they had envisioned and designed.

And in the same building, known as No. 6 Strand, near the corner of 17th Street, the first city council met to plot the course that the city would take to assure a prosperous development.

Auction houses, steamboat agents, cotton factors and mercantile stores were looking for places to settle, and the Strand seemed the most likely place. Wooden buildings were constructed, but all on stilts, because only a small levee of oyster and clam shells broke the bay's tides from the street.

One block, the one between 22nd and 23rd streets, had a wooden pavement, but the rest of the street was nothing more than compacted sand and dredge materials that had been pumped in. Soon sidewalks, themselves on stilts, were built above the street's elevation. And schooners and sloops would tie up to them.

Banks started being built, in fact five of the largest in Texas, but most of what customers deposited and withdrew were gold and silver. There was very little currency used back then, and what there was was called "skin plasters."

The first merchant to invest in a new building on the Strand was John M. Jones, and he built at the corner of 23rd Street. It cost $1,000. Soon others were following his lead, and, quite frankly, business began to boom.

But as so frequently happened before and after on the island, fate was dreaming up another idea. This time it was a yellow fever epidemic. Behind the Strand were great marshes, and they were the breeding grounds for the mosquitoes that were carrying the deadly disease. Dr. Ashbel Smith, who was dean of what was then called the Texas Medical School, met with the city council and the board of the Galveston Company, and told them that they must put everything else on the back burner until the marshes could be filled in, lest there would be no one remaining alive.

Once the deadly disease was under control, the vibrant voice of business resumed, and that's when Galveston's most famed store was built, the Moro Castle it was called. Frenchman Phillip Moro started his mercantile house on the northwest corner of 23rd and Strand, exactly where Sangerfest Park is today.

The Moro Castle dealt in everything from ship's sails to material for clothes to fine wines and liquor. It was truly the hub of Galveston business until fire destroyed it about 1870.

Near the Moro Castle, a three story building was constructed. It housed the first printing press in Texas that was driven by a steam engine. Not only did they print stationery, books and posters there, but newspapers as well. There were a handful of Galveston newspaper publishers back then.

When Galveston finally found itself brought into the Civil War, Old Hendley Row was where Confederate General Bankhead Magruder made his headquarters. And it was on New Year's Day in 1863, that he, himself, fired the first cannon shot letting the Union forces know that he was going to recapture the island from the Yankees.

Old Hendley Row was the largest building on the island in those days.

When old Magruder shot his canon, the Yankee's shot their cannons, and some of the balls sunk into the building's walls. Before long, the Southern troops were temporarily defeated, and then the Yankees made their headquarters in Old Hendley Row.

After the war, the first national bank in Texas leased out most of the first floor. The remainder was taken up by the first telegraph office in the state.

Another of the buildings, a two story brick at the corner of 25th and Strand, was where Gail Borden conducted his experiments. His fortune came as a result of developing a method of extracting the water from meat so that it could be preserved. That was the foundation for K-rations that were used to feed the military while at war. His notoriety came from figuring out how to claim as his own a European patent of another inventor's for condensed milk. So no matter how much the Borden family wants the world to believe Gail discovered condensed milk, the fact is he didn't.

Galvestonians celebrated three holidays during the early days of the Strand, Christmas, New Year's and San Jacinto Day. Everyone on the street opened his doors open house-style, and champagne and liquor flowed and food was served. No expense was spared.

On New Year's, the sailors and butchers and the cowboys from down the island would dress up like clowns and Indians and hold impromptu parades down the street.

The Strand prospered as did the island itself. For a ten year period, policemen with clubs had to man the street during the daytime to manage the traffic jams caused by the several hundred drays. With daylight lighting the way mornings and afternoons, and gas lights taking over until midnight, the Strand took only a six hour break from a hurried life once each day.

But then things changed and time started to pass the Strand by. Soon there was no hustle and bustle. Old Hendley Row's first Texas bank tenant was replaced by a fish monger on the first floor and derelicts moved into the upstairs. Clothes and jewelry stores, insurance and real estate brokers, doctors and lawyers and the courthouse, found their way south to Mechanic, Market, Postoffice and Church streets. The Strand's grand buildings became storehouses on an all but forgotten street, a street filled with litter and winos sleeping in doorways.

Raconteur Christie Mitchell explained it in 1949. "As all things glorious in life have but a short while to live, so lived the Strand. But again, as in things human, there is a useful quality. There is a lingering shadow of riches untold, of fine horse drawn carriages, of bay breezes whispering in the night, all surrounded by the faint trace of the scent of oleanders in the air."
2 commentsBILL CHERRY • June 17 2007 10:54AM

TEXAS REALTORS CONVENTION IN GALVESTON - WELCOME FROM A BOI

                                                                           BY BILL CHERRY, BOI

                                                                               BROKER-REALTOR

                                                                    MY 43RD YEAR SELLING TEXAS                                                                   

It was darned sure exciting for me when I learned that this year's Texas Realtors Convention and Trade Expo is going to be held in Galveston, and if that isn't enough by itself, you'll be learning, meeting others and having fun not more than four blocks from the home where I grew up.  (I'm writing this from Dallas where we now live and operate our agency, but at one time I founded and owned the largest brokerage business on the Island, and it's still blowing and going today.  In fact, you'll meet the owner, Carolyn Clyburn.)

Back in those days -- we're talking about the World War II years until I guess the late '60s -- people in that neighborhood bought their homes as young people, got them paid for as middle-age people, and were still living in them when they breathed their last breaths.  People just saw no reason to move from Paradise.

After all, it was the highest point on the island and behind the famous Seawall, so the threat of storms and hurricanes was never more than a mere inconvenience.  Schools were nearby and since that period was before the invention of busing, we rode our bikes to school, rode home for lunch, and then meandered here and there as we peddled home after the 3:15 bell rang dismissing us for the day.

And you're right, it was when only a few people bothered to lock their doors, and those who did had told everyone where they had hidden a key.

And we saw our very first TV in that neighborhood.  It was about 1951, I think, and all of us were outside playing as dusk began to settle in.  One of us noticed a strange glow coming from the Ben Levys' front window.  We ran up on the porch across the street for the additional height we needed to investigate the glow.  It was snowy people walking around like in the movies.  One of us had the nerve to ring the Levys' doorbell and ask if we could take a closer look.  "Sure, come on in and I'll pop some popcorn," Mrs. Levy said.  We learned that the silly guy on the TV screen was a fellow named Milton Berle.  Who'd ever heard of Milton Berle?  Why not Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, we wondered.

Were Bud Abbott and Lou Costello busy that night?

When you go to this years convention, if you do it right, you'll uncover the wonders of the Island, the place where Jean Lafitte lived in his home named Moulin Rouge, and buried his treasure in the marshes at least ten miles from his bedroom.  You'll see the largest and most famous collection of iron front commercial buildings in the US, on a street one block from the wharves.  It's called The Strand.

I had the privilege of representing George and Cynthia Mitchell for twenty years as they invested many million dollars in the adaptive restoration of about fifteen of those buildings, and that gave the district enough umph to make it return to commercial vibrancy.  I have written about and spoken about how we did that to meetings of architects, town fathers, and people like you and me for years.  You're going to love the Strand.

The Beach is the Beach.  There's a good one across from the convention's hotels.  But the place to really absorb beach-going is at Stewart Beach, and that's about forty blocks Galveston East (In Galveston vernacular, if you're looking at the seawall, you're looking at what we call Galveston South.  If, on the other hand, you're looking at the wharves and you see big ships, you're looking at Galveston North.)

Go to Stewart Beach, smell the Coppertone on the bikinied young gals as they walk passed, mixed with the wonderful odor of the gulf, salt air and sand, and sit on rented canvas chairs under the big beach umbrellas.  When you do this, you drink a beer.  You drink a beer whether you like beer or not.  And get a hot dog smothered in onions and chili from the vendor on the pavilion.  A small bit of sand will find its way on top of the chili, and you'll fall in love with the taste of a gritty chili dog.  I promise.

The president of the Galveston Association of Realtors, Sue Ellen Johnson, is a broker and the co-owner of Gateway Real Estate.  I don't know her.  I guess she got there after I left.  Nevertheless, she wrote a very worthy read in the June issue of Texas Realtor titled "Sightseeing Tips from a Local."  She gave some excellent advice.

I'd like to make an additional recommendation, Galveston's most famous seafood restaurant, Gaido's.  It's on the Seawall about fourteen blocks to the east of the convention hotels.  Gaido's has been in business since 1911, and has served millions and millions of people, and it is run by the fourth generation of the Gaido family.

From the very beginning until now, there is a Gaido who looks at every plate of food before it leaves the kitchen. Every plate!  And this is the place where you can be assured you are going to eat fresh seafood.  If it can't be fresh, it's not on the menu,  Period.  You must eat there, and somehow, someway, you've got to have lump blue crab meat, sauteed in butter with a smattering of chopped green onions.

BOIs are sure God is from Galveston (the very first BOI) and that he eats Gaido's sauteed lump crab meat at every meal, and we understand why.

As an aside, growing up when we had an impending date and no money, we'd pull our seines off the beach-font, then sell our fresh catches through the back door to founder Mike Gaido.  I love thinking about that and I love Mr. Mike for letting us do it!  I guess primarily that's because it was how we paid for our tux rentals, dinners at the Turf Grill and the like for our senior prom, and let me tell you, my date was totally georgous!  Was I proud!  Were the other guys envious? Ha!  You bet they were!  They still talk in wonderment about how could I have ever gotten that date.  (I never have told them. The answer is you ask early...piece of cake.)

The list of things to do and see goes on and on.  I can't close without inviting you to tour the East End Historic District, the Silk Stocking District and the newer designated historic home districts.  They're not hard to find, and they are the total evidence that a town can be saved by using care and having many participants in the plan to save it.

Finally, my lifelong friend, Doug McLeod, has directed the development of the wonderful tourist destination explosion known as Moody Gardens.  There's no need for me to even begin to tell you what all is there.  But save a lot of time for that exploration, and give thanks to Robert Moody and his family's Moody Foundation for bringing that wonderful place to you.

Did I tell you what a BOI is?  It stands for "born on the island," and those of us who were are very proud of that pedigree.  I've been writing and speaking about Galveston's rich history and the people who caused it for more than fifteen years.  My monthly column appears in the famous Texas web magazine, http://www.texasescapes.com/.  And while it was a weekly thing for more than ten years, I still write a piece every month or so for the Galveston County News (Texas' Oldest Newspaper) http://www.galvnews.com/

And then there's my book that was published in 2000 that has sold thousands.  Lots of people visiting the Island pick up a copy, but a free read is also available at most public libraries in Texas.

                           

Finally, I want you to meet the absolute best association of Realtors' executive director on the face of the planet.  His name is Bruce Landry, and he has run the Galveston Association for years.  Find him at the convention, introduce yourself, and ask if he'd mind if you call him the next time you have a question about ethics, procedures, etc. 

                                         Welcome to Galveston!  You're going to love your visit!

                 BILL CHERRY, DALLAS BROKER-REALTOR. MY 43rd YEAR SELLING TEXAS. 972 380-7347

                                            Meet me on the web at http://www.billcherrybroker.com/

                                       

 

1 commentBILL CHERRY • June 16 2007 05:12PM