Old Main Street in Clovis
if it could only talk...
O the tales it could tell...
If they could have somehow been
equipped with recording
devices....how marvelous it
would be to replay...hearing
from each car!
Cars, dragging Main after a lot of
victories in sports, and maybe
a few defeats....horns honking...
People waving...laughing...
standing out in front of Standridges...
Times of snow and ice, and I've heard,
some sledding behind cars...
Car exhaust smells...filling the air!
Hotel Clovis...ever watching o'er its kids!
Lyceum Theater, ever beckoning: "Come
on in!"
WWII parades, with soldiers marching...
Pioneer Day parades with the
Shriners, the Mounted Patrol, and
the CHS Band, and the twirlers!
The by-gone decades of
dragging Main are unforgettable
memories.
Imagine my chagrin a few years ago
when Bobby Joe and I were
talking on email...and he said---
"You won't believe this, but the
kids don't drag Main anymore."
WHAT? Was I reading correctly?
I sat down and read it over. Yes, that's
what he said.
My mind swept back thru the mists
of time to a thousand Main draggings---
Week nights, Saturday nights,
Sunday afternoons....anytime...
That's where you went!
A few dozen youthful faces, riding in forties
autos, flashed across my mind....
Main Street was a big part of our world!
As were our classmates, many dating
back to 1939.
They would ever be a part of our lives...
and our memories....
And alas, a good many are dragging the
Streets of Gold...maybe in chariots...
It seemed something happy and valuable
had been taken from my town, my life,
my history...and from my old compadres...
By now, on the Long Journey of Life,
I had begun to learn of---
Change and Loss...and tho' I could never
quite accept them, I'd learned to live
with them...
But oh, those faithful old red bricks, so much
a part of our youth....how about
them? Do they get lonely?
By 2018, they will be a hundred years old;
When we first passed over them,
they were in their twenties.
Look at them. They have aged well!
Each one was a friend, even those
by the curb.
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BY MIL
1/27/16
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