I have so many memories of Antine's and the time I spent there.  As a little girl
I was fascinated by the wonderful animated sign of coffee pouring from the pot.
As a teenager I remember the many Sunday afternoons my mama and Rose Woodard
and I spent there after church.  Mr. Antine would come to our table and talk to my mama,
regaling her with stories of old times.  Our all-time favorite stories revolved around his
Russian Jewish grandfather, who had the ability to pronounce the word "shikse" (an
undesirable Gentile girl) in such a way that all within hearing range could smell her!
He was a delightful man, and I miss his charming tales.

- Carol Buckley Harty of NC - 10/24/03
 

I enjoyed looking at the link http://nnhs65.00freehost.com/antines.html. I used to go
into Antine's all the time. Our family attended Trinity Methodist Church on the next block
from Antine's and I would go in there between Sunday school and church service every Sunday.
I also went in there a lot at lunchtime on school days, since we had the luxury of roaming freely
at lunchtime at NNHS. I remember the very last time I went there when I was working as a temp
Christmas worker at the N.N. Post Office during Christmas break as a freshman at Va. Tech.

David, thanks for the postcard of Antine's. I loved that place. If I remember correctly, it was not
far from Tidewater Motorcycle. When I was thirteen, and pink and black were popular, I’d get all
duded up in my black leather motorcycle jacket and snap jack blue suede shoes with my pink shirt
with the collar turned up and take the bus from Southampton all the way to Newport News and hang out
at the Harley shop and at Antine's. Then, I’d go to the Saturday matinee up on Washington Avenue.
Boy, times were simpler then.

Ode to Coffee

Coffee, coffee, you're the stuff
To clear the clouded brain.
Could I of you but get enough
I never should complain.

Oh!  Coffee, coffee, sure thou art
By wisdom's love designed
To lull the achings of the heart
And calm the troubled mind.

Coffee, then to you I'll sing
As long as I am able.
You do such pleasant feelings bring
When seated at the table.

Then let us sip the flowing bowl;
It drives away all cares.
It clears the mazes of the soul,
And wipes away our tears.

Some doctors do believe in steam;
They say it cures so quick,
But sweetened coffee mixed with cream
Is better for the sick.

Some men like rum and freely quaff
And then lie down and sing.
They've no more sense than Aaron's calf,
For coffee is the thing.

- Dr. Alfred Brown Reid

b.  24 May 1794 - Pendleton, Anderson, SC
d. 9 Jan 1858 - Whitfield Co., GA

Third Great-Grandfather of Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky ('59) of NC
and Carol Buckley Harty ('65) of NC