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<\/a>to hear from you. \u00a0I left Alexandria in the fall of 1965 and, except for two summers and a brief period in 1968, never lived there again. \u00a0My memories, therefore, now fall into the realm of yesteryear. \u00a0From 1965, the year I graduated from high school, to now is 48 years, almost to the 50 mark. \u00a0I look forward to that one because it will be another high school reunion and I’ll be back again.<\/p>\n(Alexandria Carnegie Library)<\/p>\n
Summers back then meant the opening of the pool at Beulah park, days spent hanging out, sometimes at the bakery, sometimes at the Kid Kanteen, going to dances at the armory, \u00a0heading over to Frisch’s to see what was happening.<\/p>\n
In my crowd there were also weekly poker games with Wilbur Gross, Larry Cummings, Zane Ward, Richard Lawson and some others whom I don’t recall right now. \u00a0Since I (1st grade at Harrison Elementary–Hwy 9 across from the cemetery. \u00a0That’s me second from the left in the first row between Steve Kildow and Ronnie Huffman.)<\/p>\n Lots of memories, most of them good, though not all, because not all times are good, even those seen through the gauze of past time. \u00a0Maybe we’ll investigate some of those another time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Beltane \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Early Growth Moon A shout out to the Alexandria, Indiana readers who’ve written in over the last week. … Continue reading Alexandria<\/span> <\/a>carried the Times-Tribune, a daily at the time, for 8 or 9 years, that meant every evening around 3:30 or 4:00 pm, I would come to pick up my papers in the little shack attached to the Times-Tribune building, then at the base of what, John Street, I believe, headed toward Highway 9. \u00a0That meant time before we picked up the papers and we all played black jack. \u00a0Five nights a week for many years. \u00a0Alexandria gave me a firm grounding in card games, instilling a card sense that has stood me well.<\/p>\n