Where Dreams Began
Richard, you lived right next door to Mike, right?
My folks lived for a very short time in the house you see there behind Mike as he is standing by his bike waving.We moved a couple of times by the time I was five ending up in the house we still own at 102 4th street north. This past month was momentous for me because I moved all items from that house to my home here in Fort Collins ..... almost years of memories came along with that.
Can't forget the old "Chat & Chew". I used to go up at noon (the days when we could leave the school" & gat "half a hot beef" for $1.25 I think.
Marilyn, I think it was a much better deal than you are recalling. My recollection was $.25 for a "half-hot" and $.50 for the "whole hot." Those numbers stick in my head because I think the Half Hot was the same price as the school lunch, and was far more appetizing.It was also convenient - a sprint across the Court House square and you're there. I'm not sure the folks at the Chat n Chew wanted our business or not. We sure couldn't have been big tippers!As I recall, it was quite close to Holstad Motors so I wonder how many cars were sold in there.
Richard, beautiful photo of the downtown. It looks like my memories of a thriving commercial district. Sadly, the economy has changed so enormously and it won't ever be going back. I'm sure others have the same feeling that I do, which is that Northwood today is not the same town that I grew up in. It's far less vibrant, and makes you recognize we share something special.
Lee, you are probably right about the cost of the half-hots. My memory isn't the best. I know the place was always full & not very big. Don't forget the homemade pie!!
The ironic part is, I thought the school food was "yukky", but I worked as a school cook for 9 years from 1986 to 1995. I thought the food was very good & it was upsetting to see kids complain or dump their whole tray out.
Is it me, or was there really something special in the peanut butter sandwiches at the school lunches? I could eat those all day!Recall the smells of the old gymnasium, the lunchroom, the study hall, the hallways, Mr Wilder's shop class ..... ahh, this blog has me thinking funny thoughts.
Peanut butter sandwiches: the original "don't ask, don't tell" like a lot of the food we got served. Sorry, Marilyn.
It's amazing to see all the cars on main street in the second photo. I remember coming into town on Saturday nights and my folks did their "trading". It was a time to see friends & run around town while the parents visited.
Richard, I think it would really be best if we not recall the smells of the old gymn. My pungent memory is from the start of football season when we were doing "two-a-day's" to get back into shape and the locker room on those humid days was so skanky you didn't want to be there.Somewhere along the line, maybe our freshman or sophomore year, somebody decided the equipment should dry out between practices so they built a "cage" with a framework surrounded by wire fence netting. Then a student manager was assigned to work inside the cage and hand out equipment. That worked for about 2 days or when the seniors showed up, whichever was first. From then on it was open access so long as the coaches weren't around.As sophomores we lost to Belmond or maybe Britt at home when they threw a touchdown pass over my head. In my defense I can say I had been defending well by watching the quarterback's eyes, but somebody noticed and had him look the wrong way until my man was open. It was the most miserable night of my football life and I sat in front of that stupid cage in a totally depressed state for a long time. I guess I never really liked that cage.
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