The one I remember was there on 90 or 98, whatever that highway is. I think the last time I was there I may have been like 12. The people were nice and my grandparents knew them so it was fun. I don't think they wanted me to grow up because they kept that Shirley Temple coming every time I was there. They made me feel 'special' and you don't see that a lot now. Travel was more difficult then and with my Nana it was a pain but we got through it. Sometimes we'd stay at another friend of theirs house close to the port in Mobile. It was one of those old antebellum homes that was turned into a boarding house. I loved to look at the wallpaper. It had to have been 100 years old in the late 1950's.
Hubby said he and his parents used to ride over to some place I think called the White Castle or White Cap cafe. They'd ride over for a PoBoy then come back to Pensacola.