Kay, thank you so much for your articles on my uncle, Elliott Marcus, and your reminiscence of old Frankfort. I was born there in 1949 and remember walking to the library in the early morning, over the singing bridge where the river smelled of the sour mash from the distilleries. I walked from my home on 3rd St. (Sarah and ST Marcus' old home)past Noonan's, which delivered groceries, past thriving businesses,to the cool stately library. Harrod Bros. Funeral home was not a scary place, since Polly, Keeney, Woo, and Bill were kids I went to school with. Horn Drug was where old Mrs. Serafini made the best pimento cheese sandwich to go with my chocolate soda. When my parents, Harriet and Arnold, died, old Frankfort people eased the way for me and my sister, at the bank, the social security office, the courts, where friendly faces welcomed me home.
Martha Claire (Fields) Salameh