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Summer of '66: The "Neptune's Garden" follies
by J. Bueker
Early cultures such as the Egyptians, Greeks, and Romans are known to have
kept fish for purposes other than the maintenance of a food supply. The most
important development in the history of keeping fish for ornamental purposes was
the cultivation of the goldfish, which was first documented in 960 during the
Sung Dynasty in China.The development of flake food and undergravel filtration
in the 1950s absolutely revolutionized the activity of keeping live fish in
one's home, and the pastime flourished and became an extraordinarily popular
hobby in the 1960s.
The tropical fish phenomenon was certainly a part of the Joan De Arc Avenue
culture during this era, and in fact still endures to some extent. The Bueker
kids' enthusiasm for keeping an aquarium was inspired and encouraged by their
Uncle John Swaggerty, who had developed an extensive interest in the hobby not
long after arriving in Phoenix in 1962. However, the twin burdens of providing
transportation to the aquarium shop and financial assistance in the purchasing
of supplies fell squarely on the shoulders of Carl "Daddy" Bueker, who
inexplicably did not quite share his brother-in-law's and offspring's high level
of interest in the overall pet fish experience. Furthermore, Carl's reputation
as a man reluctant to part with even small amounts of his hard earned cash had
already become proverbial by this time. These circumstances culminated in the
legendary Bueker "Neptune's Garden conflict" of 1966.
Neptune's Garden was for a time a very successful aquarium and tropical fish
emporium in Phoenix in the 60s, changing locations twice before settling in on
East McDowell road. Neptune's reigned in the mid-60s as the premier Phoenix
vendor of all things aquarial, and no serious fish hobbyist in the area would
have dreamed of neglecting to make at least an occasional pilgrimage into its
midst. Therein lay what was easily the best selection of quality fish and
aquarium supplies in the city. The Bueker kids knew this, and they were grimly
determined to darken its door.
The campaign to secure a family trip to Neptune's was spearheaded by the
eldest Bueker child Susan, who devised a series of ingenious schemes to persuade
her father to accede to his children's demands in the matter. The most notable
of these tactics has long since become a part of Joan De Arc lore, the creation
of a family newspaper for the expressed purpose of lamenting the children's lack
of access to that golden aquarium mecca in east Phoenix. Touched and amused by
this gesture, Carl Bueker nevertheless remained unmoved in his opposition to
making the journey to the fish shop. He even added insult to injury by typing up
a witty reply to his children's impassioned pleas. A lengthy impasse then ensued
at 3219.
At long last, some months later, Daddy Bueker relented and the family
finally took that magical ride out to Neptune's Garden. Yet the peak of interest
in tropical fish in the Bueker household had already begun to pass, and the trip
was universally seen as something of an anticlimax. Eventually only the youngest
Bueker, John, maintained an aquarium in the Bueker home. Neptune's Garden went
bankrupt and disappeared in 1968.
The summer of 1966 can therefore be seen as something of a turning point on
Joan De Arc Avenue. For it was the summer when tropical fish hobbying on the
street slowly began to tank.
Camping out on Joan De Arc Avenue
by J. Bueker
The experience of being a kid on Joan De Arc Avenue in the
'60s was simply
not complete without at least one night sleeping out in the backyard with
friends and/or family. This custom held a particular attraction for the younger
children, who could experience the fun and adventure of outdoor living with the
security of home a mere ten or twelve feet away in the distance.Yet the limited
alternatives for summer recreation in Phoenix at this time made the idea of
having a backyard campout a strangely attractive option for both kids and
parents alike. It created the illusion of "roughing it" in lieu of actually
going somewhere and actually doing something. And it didn't cost a dime.
My most vivid recollection of backyard camping dates to a summer evening in
the mid-'60s, and was in fact the result of the efforts of my sisters Sue and
Barbie. The girls for some reason became inspired to construct what turned out
to be a remarkably sophisticated tent on the backyard clothesline using blankets
and bed sheets. The tent featured separate rooms, a roof, floor and entrance.
Perhaps it is purely attributable to the fact that I was only seven or eight years old
at the time, but I was pretty damn impressed by it all.
That afternoon we accompanied our mother for a spot of shopping at Brunk's
Furniture out on Cave Creek Road, a family favorite that was in fact much more
than a mere new and used furniture store. Brunk's offered an eclectic selection
of merchandise that varied with whatever items the Brunk family was able to
obtain at any given time, everything from playing cards to heavy appliances.
Brunk's was a very cool store.
On this particular occasion, Brunk's was selling some cheap, metal windup
toys that were made in Japan and apparently meant to resemble human skeletons.
We kids all took an instant liking to this novelty, and Mother generously
purchased one for each of us. We happily brought them with us to the tent that
night for the big camp out.
Meanwhile, sister Sue was understandably quite proud of the key role she had
played in the building of the clothesline tent, and this led to a regrettable
(and in retrospect ambiguous) bit of bravado on her part. She made a distinct
point of insisting that brother Charles and myself would inevitably wimp out and
fail to last the night in the tent, while she and Barbie would bravely endure
'til dawn the following day. She seemed completely confident of this scenario
and went out of her way to emphasize it a number of times.
Imagine my surprise then when I awoke around 11:00 that night
completely alone inside the clothesline tent, with my windup skeleton toy by my
side. To regain entrance to the house, I was compelled to knock loudly upon the
arcadia door and awaken my father, who was snoring blissfully in front of the TV
in the family room. I was disoriented and at a complete loss as to why my
sisters and brother had abandoned the tent for the comfort of their own beds.
The suspicion lingers to this very day that Sue had not been entirely truthful
about her intention to spend the night camped out inside the clothesline tent.
Her amused and self-satisfied demeanor the next morning tended to confirm this
hypothesis. For shame.
I went on to experience a series of later summer backyard camp outs under
the stars with pals like Mark Wells, Thom Neff and Ricky Rose, good times all.
None of those nights could quite compare, however, with the night in the
clothesline tent with my siblings and the cheap, metal windup skeleton toys from
Brunk's Furniture store.
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