I remember the old 'quonset hut' terminal. Eastern was, obviously, on the eastern edge of the ramp while Delta and everyone else was on the western side. That included Capital, United, Southern and anyone else that ventured in. The ramp was alive with Convairs, Martins, Douglases and Lockheeds. The guys wore their 50-mission crushed hats a a jaunty angle and had ashes on their coats from when inevitably the 2-3in ash would drop off the ever present unfiltered cigarette. The FAs were all in their 20s, men wore suits and women wore heels to go fly. There was an insurance machine at the east and west exits of the terminal.
Dobbs House had a restaurant in the old terminal where a very old black man sat and opened the door for customers entering and exiting. I remember him as a gentle old fellow. Beside him, in the summer months, was a barrel that held stems with cotton bolls from the cotton fields. The cotton was for sale and many bought it to take home with them.
When you went outside, there was a wooden shed that covered the walkway to the 'gates' which consisted of an opening with a chain across it. As a kid, you could wave to the ramp guys and ask if you could go onboard. The response was usually, "Sure kid.. just don't touch any of the switches."
The Eastern Connies used 'belly packs' for cargo and bags. The ramp rats would tow one up, slide it under the Connie and winch it up. It ruined the svelte lines of the Connie. You can see the wheels on the pack in this photo.