Alice's Attic: Going to town on a Saturday night
May 21. 2014 1:04PM
When I was a kid, living on the farm southeast of Flandreau, waiting for Saturday night was an exciting time. OK. Maybe not that exciting, but at least I would be getting off the farm and could see some people and hopefully my girlfriends from school. Occasionally, we would go to a movie at the Crystal Theatre and enjoy popcorn and caramel duds.
We always had eggs to sell, so Dad would give me a little spending money. We would leave fairly early so we could find a good parking space right on Main Street, preferably near the Sugar Bowl.
My folks had their own friends to meet. Does anyone remember the Sugar Bowl? We would call it "Rosie's Place" because one of the brothers’ names was Rosie, I guess. The other brother was John. It was the place to visit and have something to eat and drink.
The two Greek brothers who operated the store made the most delicious candy, so, I would always buy a bag full.
After eating meat, potatoes and gravy nearly every day, I was ready for "town" food. The Dane's favorite food was chicken and gravy, beef and gravy, pork and gravy, wieners and gravy, eggs and gravy, side pork and gravy. It didn't matter – gravy goes with everything.
I was always ready to venture out and meander down the street, and head for the drug store with the soda fountain. I would order a banana split, which was the best in the world. That is where I usually started with my eating frenzy.
"Want gravy on that?"
"No, just chocolate, pineapple, caramel and strawberry syrup, thank you."
Next stop was the popcorn vendor down the street on the west corner. He had a red wagon, and you could get a big bag of the wonderful stuff for 10 cents.
"No. Just lots of butter, thanks."
By then, I had met a girlfriend or two, so we would sit in our car, lock the doors and then "people watch."
We were not very nice, because we would make fun of nearly everyone who walked by, but we would duck down in case they heard us.
Soon, it was time to go home, so I would meet my folks in a cafe on the north side of the street where they would order some snacks. I liked sitting up to the counter (I was all of 10 or 11 years old) and order a hamburger that I would die for today. The meat would hang way over the bun and the grease would drip down my chin. It was so, so good.
It was interesting to see all the farmers who came into town, putting their hands behind their overall straps and discussing the corn crops and how the cattle are doing. I just prayed that the chickens would keep laying eggs so I would have some Saturday night cash.