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Windsock Estates - Hang glider vista When I was between the ages of 2-4 years I lived in an apartment complex that was adjacent to the local community airport in North Conway, N.H. The name of the apartment complex was Windsock Estates...What a great name. The airport and surrounding town was...
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I just want to mention that in my life time I have seen so many things come and go and just wanted to mention a few, S & H Green stamps, metal ice cube trays with a lever to loosen and drop the ice out, Roller skates with metal wheels...
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As a young girl, I loved to visit my grandparents. I would ride my bicycle to their house. We lived on 7th East in Salt Lake City, Utah and they lived on Leland Avenue, about three or four blocks away. I remember that my grandfather [Folkert T. Folkers] often sat in...
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A couple of miles west of my home town, Caney KS, after crossing an old iron truss bridge spanning the muddy Caney River on a narrow asphalt country road there was a crossroads. To the north the road ran a few miles and then fizzled out. To the south it turned into...
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Sometimes life can be complicated. My Father deserted our family shortly after I was born. My two sisters were seven and eight years older than me and were upset and, at my Mother’s wishes, they were not to discuss this with me until I was older. In grade school, My sisters...
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Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE Northwest of my little home town a lonely hill stood guard over the murky waters of Cheyenne Creek, the Santa Fe Railroad tracks, and the swampy liquid of the Caney River as it moved lazily southward towards Bartlesville. A rutted, rocky, road that...
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My parents owned a small business and worked incredibly long hours. This was in the 50s when working women were still something of an oddity and most of the women on our block were stay-at-home moms. In our unconventional household, my older sister, Jackie, and I were expected to assume the...
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The American Legion Hall was upstairs in the building across the street from the theater. Most of the time it was used by veterans for meetings, drinking, poker games, and whatever. Every few weeks, on a Saturday night, the Legion brought in a Country/Western band and held a dance that was...
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A few steps down Fourth Street from the high school a wedge-shaped marquee hung over the sidewalk. In neon letters and paint it identified the Gregg Theater. Clean, soft carpeting, comfortable furniture in a sunken lobby, padded seats in the theater and a well-stocked popcorn and candy booth made The Gregg...
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Every small town in America has a “main” street. Caney’s was called “Fourth Street. Our High School and the “Clifton House”, a hotel which I thought was quite upscale as a child, marked the end of the business district on the eastern end. Four blocks west “Main Street” ended where Pendleton’s...
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“Smelder Hill,” kids never used the correct pronunciation “Smelter” when talking about it, was a mile or so northeast of town. a rocky and rutted road ran north from the east side of town, went past “Smelder Pond” and on to the top of that hill. Smelder Hill was too steep...
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