Author Archive: Mary Alan Woodward
The summer of 1961 ushered in a new era of shopping when ground was broken for Mall St. Matthews on what had been a 67-acre potato farm.
Ever since Homer’s Odyssey hit the ancient bestseller lists, “Circe” has meant a sorceress who turns men into beasts.
Hear the name “Swope” and you think of cars. Think “Heine,” and you smell coffee brewing. And “Heitzman” brings to mind delicious pastries and breads.
Hungry Swiss villagers in the 18th century are credited with having discovered that hunks of crusty bread make a satisfying meal when dipped in cheese that’s bubbling in a pot.
Rudy and Isabelle Muth were right after all. When they opened Muth’s Candy Store on East Market Street in 1921, the area bustled with manufacturing and offices.
When Tommy and Christina Thompson had an insurance agency in Shelbyville, people came to them because they needed to buy policies, and they often looked grumpy while doing so.
A large newspaper ad in January, 1959 extended an unusual invitation—to attend an open house at “a completely new, conveniently located, beautifully appointed Funeral Home… You will be pleased with its spacious interior and the detailed provisions we have made for your convenience and comfort.”
Every bride looks forward not only to her wedding, but also to each anniversary that commemorates it as the years go by.
Leesa Richardson, M.D. will never forget the woman who came to her Vein Treatment and Aesthetic Center, 201 Fairfax Ave., with some of the worst varicose veins she has ever seen.
Although it doesn’t have a speaking role, the smoke-belching furnace at Ralphie Parker’s house is a scene-stealer in the 1983 comedy “A Christmas Story.”