Roseann Motel in Searcy Arkansas dates back to phone #1575

Isn't it wonderful to see things of the past blending in with those of the current? The fact that there seems to be little change between the 2 is also very interesting. It must have been very well maintained through the years.

Mrs Barbara,

Do you spend much time at that motel?

Godson Nutsy

Suesan, we've had larger super-nice hotels move in so this one is just a hanger-on until someone buys the very valuable land and tears it down.

Nutsy!  I'll have to tell you sometime about my one trip to the motel......but not with everyone listening.

I remember when that motel was built in Searcy.  It was very nice.  My husband (to be) and I were given a small dinner party at the restaurant before our marriage and I have the pictures taken in front of the motel to this day.    It was named for the owner's two daughters:  Rosemary and Ann.  Their last name was Morris.

(again, all you ever wanted to know about Searcy but were afraid to ask)....

Anita Fuller

I like the fact that they kept part of the design on the sign. Those types of things become landmarks, and it's a shame when they're destroyed. Hey, tell you're golfing-tomato-and-squirrel-hair-loving-husband happy Father's Day from me, OK?

Mrs Barbara,

The boss told me that the question I asked was a leading question so I will retract it.

Nutsy

Is that pico de gallo running down N's head? kate ford

Anita, again you have provided much needed history!  I'll bet it used to be extremely nice.  Share one of the wedding pictures!!!  Send it to me and I'll post it as a comment for you.

Nutsy, I'm glad you're gaining a few manners. But you are missing out on a good story.

Hi Kate!!  I'm glad you've stopped by. Nutsty does look a little too foody again. 

Hi Barbara, I put salsa and pico de gallo on everything. Just a heads up for N although before he starts crying foul, I'll repeat. I eat little meat and get queasy just thinking of eating rodents. I saw him over on Charles blog and noticed he needs your help. He can't spell worth beans.

Umm, beans are good with salsa. kate ford

Mrs Barbara,

This Mrs Kate is making funs of me again and it is not making your Godson happy. We ought to send her to that motel for a timeout.

Nutsy -- who smells just fine despite what she said about me smelling. That lady makes me think about drinking.

Miss Kate, you implied that Nutsy is a "rodent."  You're going to hurt his feelings.

Oh, Nutsy, I'm so sorry you read that.  She talked about your spelling not your smelling but she did, I believe, call you a rodent and that's not nice.  A time-out might be called for. 

Ms Barbara, Don't time ME out. I merely messenger the truth of Romeo and Juliet. A rose by any other name... Kate

Nutsy is NOT a smelly rodent. Nutsy is NOT a smelly rodent. Nutsy is NOT a rodent at all. I wish that Kate lady would go back to manufacturing cars instead of her inaccurate social commentary.

Nutsy

Ms Barbara, PLEASE dig out a spelling book from your past and give the little guy a lesson. S-P-E-L-L not S-M-E-L-L. His lack of self esteem clouds the original message having nothing to do with odor.

Honestly, you'd think he'd realize I'm trying to help him... Kate Protector of Rodents (heheh)

Mrs Barbara,

Make that mean lady leave me alone. Please! She calls me a rodent.

Nutsy, your Godson

OMG....that're at it again!  Wonder if I can do anything to mediate.   I'll try......

Miss Kate, whether you said Nutsy smells or spells or whatever, you did call him a rodent.  Nutsy is not a rodent.  Nutsy has worked hard to be the famous certifried home inspector assistant from the state of Washington.  He has a lot of pride and he's lying under some tree right now crying his eyes out because you have insulted him by saying he smells, can't spell and is just a rat.  Couldn't you just offer an apology and tell him you love him?????   Pleeezzzzze????

Nutsy, I have visited with Miss Kate and she's sorry she called you names and insulted you.  But you did indicate you'd like her IF she put you in line for the Ford fortune and that wasn't too tactful. Now come out and offer to inspect her house for free and make up.   Pleeeeezzzze??????

Dear Nutsy, With the permission of Ms Barbara, I am contacting you directly. My little rodent "friend", I have no idea if you smell. Let's set the record straight. I never said you smell. I (ugh ick blech) have never wanted to serve you up for dinner either. (double ugh ick blech)

So I don't know what to apologize for. Calling you a rodent? Well then, Wikipedia must owe you a HUGE apology because I never knew a squirrel was a rodent until one day browsing around the Wiki, I came across this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodent and holy salsa, your picture popped right out at me. There you were big as life.

Being a kind rodent animal psychologist, I would like to offer you self-esteem counseling. It's okay to be who you are. Rodents are people mammals too. But you certainly are a drama-queen, crying your eyes out as Ms. Barbara reports

My schedule is full but I can probably squeeze (heheh) you in next week for counseling.

Best Wishes, Ms. Kate Ford

PS Please note Ms Barbara has requested your apology on my behalf for uncouth money mongering.

Mrs Kate,

I think that I know a rodent when I see one. And Nutsy is no rodent. Wikipedia is just a bunch of made-up stuff. Nutsy will not apologize until you quit calling me a rodent. Does this look like a rodent to you?

Nutsy

Looks like a rat rodent squirrel sporting a bad James Dean imitation. There! Feel better? Now I have apologized.

But I am still waiting to hear one from you.........

Kate

PS I was thinking maybe you would prefer this spelling in the future: Rhodent. Seems to lend a more sophisticated flair, wouldn't you agree Ms Barbara? heheh

WAIT JUST A MINUTE!!!  How did I miss out on this "food fight"----while the idea of eating Nutsy is somewhat revolting, it does not change the fact that he is in fact food----and considered a delicacy by some.  Can I put that any more delicately?

Somewhat revolting? Oh jeez now this probably offends him too. Next thing we know he'll be claiming he's upscale cuisine but never-mind, I have genuinely apologized as seen above and am awaiting an insightful apology from the rhodentia Nutsy. Ms. Kate

Charles, who are you shouting at!!  Ms. Kate does need to be visited with and she may understand shouting.  Even you are offended that someone would offend poor Nutsy in some ways.  Deep down in your heart, you have an affection for him and I know you're willing to come to his assistance right now.  I'll bet he's still crying.....

But I apologized.....

Barbara, just yelling at myself for missing this great event:)  There is nothing quite like tear-matted-rodent-fur.  Mr Split Personality will just have to fend for himself.

Kate, once you have stepped on that rodents tail there is no going back----it is just too much fun:)

I'm still claiming I am owed an apology from that rat Nutsy Rhodentia. (it has a nice botanical ring to it don't you think?) Kate

Mrs Kate,

As long as it is at Godmother Barbara's home, I will fix you a meal. That is as close to an apology as you will get from me. I owe you nothing. You are a rich Ford heiress who needs to pick on someone smaller. But I will cook a meal for you. It will not be rodent. Mrs Barbara will be the intermediary. Do you like Starling.

Nutsy

Nutsy I would be careful around this particular Ford----you may end up with your paw slammed in the door or locked in the trunk on a hot summer day.  There is more than one way to cook squirrel you know?

Dear Rhodentia, I will possibly consider attending IF I can bring my husband, four daughters, four sons-in-law, one grandson, four granddaughters and three pending grandchildren who ALL deserve an apology (weak as it is) from you since they are part of my family too. There are also three verrry BIG dogs who will expect to be included. Ms Kate Ford, Counselor

PS I TOLD YOU I rarely eat meat so NO starling and anyway I know what you are up to when you suggest that and btw, QUIT picking on a poor little bird.

Geeeeshhhhh!   OMG!!!  Now the fight may be continued at my house????  Not on your life.  You two (used to be two now with Buell added it's three) would scare my cat and my poor husband to death.  The duel will have to be somewhere else.  How about the Roseann?????  I'll get rooms reserved for all of you!!! 

Perhaps, Ms Barbara, you could set up a duel when we come. I'm from Nevada ya know. We like cowboy boots and trails and lassos out here in the wild west.

My money is on Kate---Nutsy will be peeing his fur coat:)

Yee haw, Charles.

And somewhere on one of your posts, Ms Barbara, S-O-M-E-O-N-E has suggested sending Nutsy to counseling. I don't know what to do! Can't anyone READ?

I have repeatedly signed my posts disclosing my duel (heheh "duel") identity: Ms. Psychologist Kate

Do I sense some sort of duel meaning here?

OMG!  I'm trying to work and the natives are restless.  Why do they want to gang up on an innocent little squirrel who happens to be my adopted godson?  Have they no respect?  They have shown me what high-jacking a blog must mean........At least Nutsy has had the decency to leave and not lower himself to answering these insults.   

Nah, that's not it. He just forgot his readin', ritin' and 'rithmatic. And really, this is not hi-jacking. It is adding enrichment. kate

My friend Anita made a special trip to deliver these two photos to add to the serious part of the blog.  She shows the restaurant of the old Roseann Motel with a formal dinner of some kind going on.  She's at the head of the table, her mom and dad are on either side of her and other friends were present.  She noted the salad dressing bottles on the table and how they had several different choices.  Here's the first picture.

Here's the second picture that my friend Anita brought and it sure brings back memories.  She and her date (now her husband) and their friends are in this 1959 Ford Skyliner convertible which she says had the top in the trunk.  She says Ford only made it for 3 years and then some big wheel decided they didn't need to make them anymore.

Notice the scarves.  We always see ads of flying hair in the convertibles but no self-respecting girl back then wanted to go into a fancy Roseann Motel Restaurant with messed up hair;  thus the scarves.  I also noted, too, that the seat must have allowed her to scoot over and sit close to her boyfriend which one cannot now do with console gear shifts!

Barbara, I remember those bench seats.  One day my step mom asked my dad (back then you would assume dad was driving:) why they don't sit close like they did when they first met.  His response?  "Well, I didn't go anywhere.":)

Charles, don't tell me you never sat close on those seats!! 

Barbara, look at this face----what do you really think?

I think you may have found the fountain of youth but not the fountain of innocence.  It's time to change pictures!!

Mrs Barbara,

That face masks a heart that is so cruel that, when I am around him, I feel like a tender morsel.

Nutsy

Which face, Nutsy.  It has changed.  Spooky!!

Ms Barbara, You are SO powerful. You suggest to Mr. Charles that he needs to change his picture and Voila! You speak and so it is. (Hmmm where HAVE I heard that before?)

But as you are an individual who wields influence and commands respect, are you falling for "That face masks a heart that is so cruel that, when I am around him, I feel like a tender morsel."

Paleeze! Kate

PS Ms Barbara, Your threads are getting quite lengthy but I remembered Gpa Henry's cars getting mentioned and found it here in your Hotel post.

Anyway that is a great picture of the convertible. I have an older sister who used to wear those scarves. (not me I am much too young of course)

Kate, you know that you were ready for a new Mr. Charles.  I'm trying to make him an Elvis but he doesn't change fast enough.  As for the tender morsel statement, I'm pleased that Nutsy is so poetic.  It's a new side of him that we need to appreciate.

Kate, that car really needs to have hair blowing in the wind, don't you think?  I also wondered if that was Anita's mom standing there admonishing her about good behavior during this date. 

Mrs Barbara,

This Mrs Kate is just incorrigible. I bet when she was a child she would pilfer potato chips out of the lunch box of the kid sitting next to her. Sneaky. That is what Nutsy thinks.

Nutsy giving here a pizza my mind,

Who know what evil lurks in the hearts of mortal squirrels?----the Shadow knows.

Nutsy, why do you say when she was a kid?  Be careful about sitting next to her now.....her tastes have become more sophisticated.

Charles, you have finally found the right picture and the right name.  THE SHADOW!  It puts fear into my soul and poor Nutsy is shivering night and day. 

Raven is certainly becoming vocal lately.  You may have even scared the REAL shadow!!

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Nutsy, I'm thinking you need to watch your steps, your p's and q's, your back. Just sayin...

...and if I have to explain why Narrator is finally driven mad by Raven, well you are not even half the ball of fur I gave you credit for. Kate

Mrs Barbara,

Whatever that evil woman said, it went right over my head. She makes me so mad I could just expode in anger. I am controlling myself here. She will not respect my mind and give me dignity and that really irks me. I do everything I can to be taken seriously.

Nutsy

Just as I thought. Since Edgar is too deep for you, how about AA Milne? Does a bear of very little brain ring a bell with you? CG Kate

Somewhere in my memory there was a fire ate the Roseann which destroyed the second floor. Am I corrct/

John, I don't know but perhaps the sleuths of Searcy's past will know and respond.