MILLINOCKET Memory Lane....Oh how excited I was on Band Concert night. After supper I'd take my father's hand (Lewis Cyr) and down Spruce Street we would walk. Of course I would have to stop on the corner and step on all those little baby oranges that the big old mountain ash tree had dropped. Dad would say, come on Debbie Do. When we would reach Emerson's Drug Store we would take a right onto Main Street. From there is wasn't too far and there were so many people, some individuals but mostly families heading towards the park. From Emerson's corner smells would be drifting our way. It made me salivate anticipating what was to come. The smell of hot peanuts and cotton candy at George Simon's. We had to walk past that store that had those ugly brown shoes the man tried to always get Dad to buy for us. (They were ugly) Oh, almost there!!! Dad would usually stop into one of the local watering holes while I stopped to talk to Georgie Simon. I would ask at least 1000 questions in a span of 5 minutes. Where did he get the peanuts, and how does that machine spin the sugar. Is it plain sugar and how does it turn colors if it is plain sugar? Dad would buy me a treat and we would continue to the park. There you would smell hot dogs and onions from the hot dog cart. This was so special. Music was always a part of my life. I remember one time that my sister was playing at the band stand. Well let me tell you mister, I was so proud to tell everyone that that was my sister (Theresa Cyr). She played in the band and you would have thought she was playing for Carnegie Hall in my eyes. I would skip around the band stand at least a million times with a few other people. What a time was had by all. The whole town seemed to turn out. Even my mother (Jeannette Cyr) who didn't frequent the out of doors much came on occasion. Neighbors talking to neighbors, friends sharing stories of their children. Could be a vision right out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Just one of a million memories of Millinocket.
You should write a book Deb. I am so amazed at the writing skills of people in these blogs. Just reading this I felt like I was there smelling those peanuts. It took me back to similar memories of my childhood years in North Vassalboro but I don't think I could have said it as well. I followed a blog last year that was written by a friend of Maine who was biking around New Zealand. I was so impressed with the way she could make me feel like I was right there climbing those hills with her. You do the same with your writing. I wonder how many books have started with blogs??
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ReplyDeleteMemory Lane....Oh how excited I was on Band Concert night. After supper I'd take my father's hand (Lewis Cyr) and down Spruce Street we would walk. Of course I would have to stop on the corner and step on all those little baby oranges that the big old mountain ash tree had dropped. Dad would say, come on Debbie Do. When we would reach Emerson's Drug Store we would take a right onto Main Street. From there is wasn't too far and there were so many people, some individuals but mostly families heading towards the park. From Emerson's corner smells would be drifting our way. It made me salivate anticipating what was to come. The smell of hot peanuts and cotton candy at George Simon's. We had to walk past that store that had those ugly brown shoes the man tried to always get Dad to buy for us. (They were ugly) Oh, almost there!!! Dad would usually stop into one of the local watering holes while I stopped to talk to Georgie Simon. I would ask at least 1000 questions in a span of 5 minutes. Where did he get the peanuts, and how does that machine spin the sugar. Is it plain sugar and how does it turn colors if it is plain sugar? Dad would buy me a treat and we would continue to the park. There you would smell hot dogs and onions from the hot dog cart. This was so special. Music was always a part of my life. I remember one time that my sister was playing at the band stand. Well let me tell you mister, I was so proud to tell everyone that that was my sister (Theresa Cyr). She played in the band and you would have thought she was playing for Carnegie Hall in my eyes. I would skip around the band stand at least a million times with a few other people. What a time was had by all. The whole town seemed to turn out. Even my mother (Jeannette Cyr) who didn't frequent the out of doors much came on occasion. Neighbors talking to neighbors, friends sharing stories of their children. Could be a vision right out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Just one of a million memories of Millinocket.
You should write a book Deb. I am so amazed at the writing skills of people in these blogs. Just reading this I felt like I was there smelling those peanuts. It took me back to similar memories of my childhood years in North Vassalboro but I don't think I could have said it as well. I followed a blog last year that was written by a friend of Maine who was biking around New Zealand. I was so impressed with the way she could make me feel like I was right there climbing those hills with her. You do the same with your writing. I wonder how many books have started with blogs??
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