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“REMEMBERING”
Do you remember the days when the “Yellowbank Bottoms,” was a family picnic spot,
and the “ Zeigler City Circle” was so busy at day, and Zeigler had only two cops
And do you remember when your Dad would bring home, those big striped “Carmi Melons,” and when the Vandalia peanuts were harvested each fall, by our own home town felons
Can you remember the “Oleo Margarine,” that had to be shook in a big jar,
and Mr. Kholsdorf driving around town everyday, in his long blue Chrysler car
Do you remember going once a week, to the “Ritz” ten cent picture show,
and the “Dinkey” and the “Burkett Hall Bus” was there, whenever you wanted to go
Can you remember when everyone played, the game of “Bottle Cap Ball,”
and the family would gather the large hickory nuts, down at the river each fall
and can you remember all the neighborhood kids, at night playing “Kick the Can,”
or “Annie Over,” at your house or mine, and the days before we had fans
Do you remember chasing and then kissing, that little neighborhood girl,
and pull your hair to your forehead, to make a “ Sinatra” curl
How about your sisters hair curlers, that were cut from a heated tin can,
and the days before you had a kitchen sink, the dishes were washed in a pan
Remember pulling your Red “Western Flyer,” little wagon all over town,
and your bike had no fenders at all on it, and the tires would always go down
Remember “Hopping the Cars,” on the way to school, when the winter snows finally came,
and when you’d become the “King of the Hill,” it was your fifteen minutes of fame
Remember the Dr. Pepper soda pop drink, with the ten--.-two---and four--- break,
and the thirty five cent haircut at Ondo’s shop, and Green’s fifteen cent milk shake
Do you remember telling the “Ghost Stories,” in the darkness of your friends home,
and then being half scared to death at night, when you had to walk home alone
Did you ever climb the old “Royalton Tower,” on the nights when it was clear,
or go out at night to the “Dry Road” with friends, to sneak a smoke or a beer
And how about sneaking in the backdoor of “Reds,” to shoot a game of pool,
or going to swim at the rivers “Duck Pond,” when you were supposed to have been in school
Do you remember the days of the “ Ice Man,” and the ten or twenty five pounds,
and the “ fresh Ohio River catfish” man, who traveled all over town
Did you ever have those big steel taps, on the heels of your special shoes,
or go to the “ Zeigler Junkyard” to pick junk, when you had nothing else to do
Isn’t it nice to remember these things, although they are all gone today,
but they are locked in the history of ages, and that is where they will stay
Our memories are given to feed from, whether they are for good or for bad,
and my “ treasure chest” of Zeigler memories, are the best I’ve ever had
by Raymond D. Null - 2007
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