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MEMernet: Tittie Rocks, Homecoming Royalty, and Pride Pics

A round-up of Memphis on the World Wide Web.

Rocky what?

Tracy Dobbins is the artist behind a new series of painted rocks hidden around town, à la 901 Rocks.

“These are my tittie rocks,” Dobbins explained on Instagram three weeks ago. “They are rocks that look like titties.”

One such rock was discovered at the Cooper-Young gazebo Saturday night. Look for them online at #rockytittn.

Royal Pride

Credit: Emmett Campbell

White Station Homecoming Royalty winner Brandon Allen set social media ablaze last weekend. “As [Shelby County Schools] superintendent, I support student voice and expression,” Dr. Joris M. Ray wrote in a Saturday Facebook post.

More Pride

Here’s hoping your social scrolls were as rainbow-riffic as ours on Saturday as the Mid-South Pride parade rolled on Beale Street.

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The Putt-Putt on Perkins

Putt-Putt in 1961

  • Putt-Putt in 1961

Mention Putt-Putt to most Memphians today, and they think of the miniature golf complex way out east, at Summer and Bartlett Road. And a fine place it is, too, with all sorts of entertainment available. I’m especially fond of the go-kart track, where you can find me most Saturday nights.

But back in the 1950s and 1960s, miniature-golf courses were considerably more basic. Just a few twists and turns in the course, maybe a few hoops to get the ball through. And you played golf, and that was it. No driving ranges or arcades or water slides or anything like that. And one of those early Putt-Putts was located on Perkins, close to Southern and the railroad tracks — pretty much where CK’s Coffee Shop stands today.

I remember this place, mainly for the bright-orange borders along the astroturf “fairways,” but I wasn’t able to find a photo of it until now, when I was leafing through a White Station High School yearbook from the early 1960s. Not a very clear picture, but it’s all I’ve got. Notice that the caption says this was “the best course in Memphis” and the Spartans shown here seem to be having one heckuva good time.

Then one day it was gone, replaced over the years with an International House of Pancakes (or some kind of pancake joint), a Johnny Rockets, maybe some other establishments. I wonder what they did with that neat “PUTT PUTT” sign that served as the obstacle on the last hole?

It’s certainly a far cry from places like Goofy Golf, which had opened about this time down in Panama City, Florida, where miniature golfers wandered through a jungle maze, their putting skills challenged by giant dinosaurs, apes, whales, and other creatures. But hey, this wasn’t the Miracle Strip — this was Memphis, where you played a hot game of golf and then cooled off with a milkshake at Shoney’s. Well, I sure did, anyway.

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The Tropical Freeze

be6f/1246557101-tropicalfreezeroof60.jpg Even my team of psychiatrists has a hard time explaining my obsession with the Tropical Freeze, the frozen custard joint that stood at the southwest corner of Poplar and White Station in the 1960s. It was quite a place, with a thatched roof, a miniature dancing hula girl in the window, great neon signs, a shell-lined fountain in the parking lot, and a cluster of fake palm trees on the roof, illuminated by colored spotlights. A Starbucks stands on the site today.

And yet, I have never found a decent photograph of such an unusual business. Some years ago, I managed to find a nice color image of a group of White Station students sitting in their cars in the Tropical Freeze parking lot. That showed the fountain pretty well, but the photographer was aiming his camera away from the building itself, so that’s all you saw.