From carrier to supervisor: recalling the glory days of The Tampa Tribune

by Judy Warnock, Special to The Hernando Sun

This photo is mid-1990’s.  The Tampa Tribune sponsored a car show at USF in Tampa.  You would see their balloon at many events in the 1990’s.

Since the Tampa Tribune ceased publication last May, I am reminded of many memories of my newspaper years. I worked for the Tampa Tribune for 39 years from 1975 to 2013. I started as a newspaper carrier, then became a district supervisor, and finally an advertising consultant. I retired in 2013. Here are my memories:

The largest Christmas present

I will always have, this one special Christmas throughout my childhood that I will never be able to forget. That year’s joyous holiday season started getting intense, a couple of weeks’ prior of the “BIG” day. My older brother (God rest his soul) brought in this present, (with my name on it mind you), that was so large, so gigantic, he had to bring it in through the double glass sliding doors.

A Veterans Day story of duty, bravery and survival

Charles Looper

This story is written by WWII Veteran and POW Charles 'Chas.' Looper, who grew up in the Lake Lindsey area, near Brooksville. Looper writes about his 27th and last mission which was a part of Battle of the Bulge. His unit was flying P-47's over Luxembourg when he was shot down in enemy territory. This is the first of two segments to be published.

My Dad Charles Looper

Charles Looper (the younger) grew up in Lake Lindsey's Lake Village. After his plane was shot down during WWII, he was captured by the Germans (in December of 1945). He spent several months in a POW camp in Moosburg called Stalag 7A until he was freed on April 28th, 1945. Mr. Looper recalls fond memories of his childhood in Lake Village.

He was known to many people as Mr. Looper, to others he was known as Bill Looper, to me, he was Daddy. He was a good storyteller and although I had heard many of the stories over and over, I still enjoyed them. I listened very carefully to see if he ever changed a story, but
they always seemed to ring true to form. My Dad didn't get much formal education, but I believe he was ahead of his time in many ways. For instance, he got tired of draining the

Memories of Chicken Farming in Masaryktown

Special to Hernando Sun, John Bartko

credit: Florida Memory

I helped as best I could. I don’t remember anyone else helping my father Otec. We came to have four chicken houses and about 4000 chickens. That was a lot. We picked eggs three sometime four times a day. We did this to minimize breakage in the nests. The chicken houses had to be cleaned of the manure of course. The manure under the roosting areas was much easier to shovel and haul to the manure barn than were the alleys. They packed down hard and we had to use scrapers to loosen it up before shoveling it into the wheelbarrow.