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Chicago Childhood Dreams
Monday, February 25, 2002

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Chicago Childhood Dreams

Tis' true my fine friend.
I remember when we were told
not to stick our tongues on the poles
outside during recess in the winter
and there was always one kid that did.
They would have to loosen their tongue
by pouring hot water on the pole.
Some lost a little chunk!

I remember when if you had a quarter
you were rich!
Fifty cents and you were Richie Rich!!!
Every kid in the neighborhood
wanted to be your friend
because it would buy you
a WHOLE BAG of candy!

Back then you could buy
3 pieces of candy for a penny,
ten cents would buy you
a huge bag of steaming French fries,
five cents would buy you
a Hershey Bar,
and another ten cents
would buy you a bottle of Coke
in which you got a couple
of pennies back in redemption.

I remember a pickle
as big as a small loaf
of French bread,
sticking a large candy cane into it,
we would suck the pickle juice
through the candy like a straw.

I remember the 'watermelon man'
and his horse drawn cart
coming down the street
shouting, "wala-melon, get yo' fresh wala-melon!"
Mother's and children alike
would stick their heads
out of the windows
from the Brownstone buildings
and beckon him to stop.
We would all bound downstairs
to buy watermelons, and other produce.
His horse usually left a reminder
of his presence as he sauntered to the next block.

I remember Double Dutch jump rope,
Hide -n- Go Seek,
school plays and talent shows,
the subway and the “El” (elevated trains).

I remember Lake Michigan
gleaming in the sunrise
and dancing with the sunset.
Standing on the Lifeguard’s Bench
with hands outstretched,
ushering the arrival of
the Harvest Moon
and the setting of
the lowering Sun.
The moon, the stars,
the sun dividing the sky
like a Van Gogh dream.

I remember running
down dark gangways
to get home
before the street lights came on,
ice skating in the mid-way,
and The Museum of Science and Industry
My mom and I would walk there
and spend all day together.....
I loved those special moments....
and it was free!

Ahhh...and those hot, sticky nights
in the city
where we would
sometimes sleep
on our balconies,
no air conditioner
could compare with that.

Folks laughing,
while fanning themselves,
talking about things
that no encyclopedia could ever teach.

And I remember dancing to frenzy
to the Supremes,
the Temptations,
James Brown,
and the rest.
In those moments,
you really did dance
all of your cares away.

Back then you didn't have to
lock your doors
or worry about being accosted.

All of this in Chicago!!!

And the list could go on forever.

You know what my friend?
For one twinkle of an eye,
one more stolen moment of time,
I would love to experience
those magical,
wonderful moments

Christine M. Page
Copyright ©2002 Christine M. Page

Bill Boston....
This one is for you :)
My Chicago Friend
and to the memory
of my lovely mother,


Who made these
wonderful memories
so precious

I love you mom...always and forever

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Reviewed by Damaa -- 3/22/2002
Nice poem. It reminds me of a poem I wrote about summers in the city. I'll have to dig that one out to post it.
Reviewed by Lori Moore 3/12/2002
Beautiful poetry for beautiful memories.
Reviewed by Charles Mann (Reader) 2/26/2002
thanks for the memories,wonderful thoughts,Charlie
Reviewed by Audrey Cooper 2/25/2002
Hi Girlfriend, traveling down memory lane huh? well I was just a babe myself, ha ha
see what memories you have to share when you get old, and some of forgot.

Love Ya. your best friend, Audrey
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader) 2/25/2002
Ahh tripping down memory lane with you was a joy. how well you described it all.

Love and Light
Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader) 2/25/2002
That was a real cracker 43.
good poem really took one back, I go all the way back to oxo's and sherbet sours, I am jealous as sin you know.
Been round the world several times, never had a hershey bar,lifes not fair.
Still thinking about that other poem, life is very unfair.
don'nt spend to long there,you have a lot of catching up to do,
go on be a devil tell us about your first kiss,tell us as much as you want, we are all ears, did you have bicycle sheds in Chicago.
Not to graphic cause it get all the fem's going, wish some times, they would keep going
they can be real spoil sports at times
warming to you girl in big way,
Your the sort of girl, my mother warned me about,
She said get one of those if can,they are the best kind,very clever woman.

ps 43 still laughing.
Reviewed by Bill Boston 2/25/2002
Christine, oh how I long for those days when life in Chi town was simple, with seemingly very little cares in the world. Maybe that was just my fantasy world, but I know those days you described were exciting and filled my every being. Thanks for reminding me of those memories.
Reviewed by Janet Caldwell 2/25/2002
Good Lord, :) I remember all of these too. hee hee. It's sometimes hard to believe that I'm 43. Thanks for the stroll down memory lane. Janet
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