Culla's Tavern Memories - So Few?

You think of the internet as this great filing cabinet.  A place where all information exists and in multiple versions.  But sometimes this is not so.  The other day I googled "Culla's Tavern".  And I got back exactly two useful links.  

One was the piece I wrote on Cullas back in 2011.

The other was a site, which had a magnificent photo showing Ma Culla at her Yahtzee station, her boyfriend Johnny glowering in the background.  Worth a look.

And that was it.  Other links were to now extinct sports teams that played for the bar, and for a few very poignant things.  The location of a payphone on the premises for instance.  (It was by the way an actual wooden phone booth, way in the back next to the Men's Room where Johnny met his Maker.

Two entries with actual information.  It's not much to remember a special place like Culla's by.

I feel a need to add just a bit to the remembrance of this quirky, irreplaceable tavern.  So here, in its threadbare glory, is quite probably the last surviving jersey from the Culla's Tavern broom ball team, circa 1980.

I remember our starting the broom ball team shortly before "Ma" Culla sold the place.  She seemed only vaguely aware of the sport but said, sure, why not.  I don't know if they supplied the jerseys although it bears the image that was on all Culla's shirts, so I suppose they did.  We just played broom ball and brought our thirsty selves to the bar afterwards.  

It brings back memories.  Danny and his brother Tom played on the team. One went on to be a Professor, the other spent a winter iced in up in the Arctic. I have a distinct - and therefor suspect - memory that Don, one of my med school classmates was on the team.  We probably made up the rest of the roster with members of The Armadillos, our long standing mediocre softball team.  

I've lost track of most of them.  And the other regulars of Culla's have also faded to decades old memories.  Fred, who became a math teacher.  Lyle who dropped out of college and joined the Navy. Little Joe who once attained a measure of lasting Culla's fame for an after hours liaison that was so outrageous that we didn't care how much of it was true....

Ah Culla's.  It deserved a better fate than to be bulldozed for upscale housing.  But that is probably true for the entire neighborhood including the run down house my brother and I lived in.  It was once right off the back door of Culla's.  Now its a parking lot.