Patricia Carrigan Rustad's Memories

 

A Sentimental Journey

by

Pat Carrigan Rustad

August 15, 1979

 

Recently a drive around Hallock became a sentimental journeyfor me. As I drove into town from the north past the place where the bandstandonce stood, I thought of those long ago, Saturday night concerts duringthe summer months which were almost traditional. I thought of the peoplewho lined the streets waiting for the concert to begin. I could almost hearstrains of music as the high school band lead by a baton swinging majorette,marched uptown from the school. I remember how the children ran aroundthe bandstand before, during and after the concert. Whatever became of thosewonderful Saturday night band concerts?

As I passed the corner where the new American Federal buildingis located, my thoughts turned to the Hallock Hotel which was once locatedthere and to the Krumholtz family.

Back in the 1940's, Bill Krumholtz, Sr. flooded an icerink between the hotel and another building. He rigged the rink with lightsso that it could be used at night as well as after school. Some of the youngerboys practiced hockey there because the town rink wasn't always available.The rink was also used for "fun" skating by several of the kidsin town.

Florence Krumholtz would graciously welcome us to her bigcomfortable kitchen to put on our skates and to use as a warming room. Herkitchen always held the aroma of freshly baked goodies. I will never forgetthe delicious lunches which she served to us with hot cocoa on many a coldwinter evening.

Looking across the street from the American Federal Building,one is drawn to the empty lots where Taft's Cafe and the Grand Theater buildingwere located. There was a time when everyone gathered at Taft's Cafe afterbasketball and hockey games.

Memories associated with the Grand Theater will lingeron forever despite the devastating fire which destroyed the building. Whocould forget the scent of freshly pooped corn filtering out to the streetfrom the lobby of the Grand? Or who could forget beautiful films like "Laura","Gone With the Wind", and "The Wizard of Oz".

Looking beyond the empty Taft's lot, one sees the littlebrick building where kindly Dr. Berlin had his office. Here was a physicianwho was sadly missed long after he moved to another climate for his health.

My family once lived in the house which is presently theJevening home. Many summer evenings the kids of the neighborhood gatheredin the yard to play "Kick the Can", "Red Light, Green Light"and "Run Sheep Run".

One summer the kids in the neighborhood pooled their talentsto put on a carnival in our yard. Our front porch served as the grand stand.How ridiculous we must have looked in our outlandish costumes. Our petswere also decked out for the occasion. I believe there was a repeat performanceover at Gullanders at a later date.

Occasionally, we took advantage of the hottest days ofthe summer by setting up a soft drink stand on the sidewalk in front ofour house. One of our favorite customers was Mr. Suffell, who used to ownthe drugstore in town. We charged a penny a glass for the drink, but quiteoften he gave us a nickel or a dime and refused the change. We figuredthat he certainly must like our concoction since he paid so much for it.But once we saw him empty his glass on the lawn. It must have been aboutthat time that we decided to close our business.

By the time I was sixteen, we were living in the largered house across the street from Gulanders. The exterior of the propertylooks quite different now from when we lived there, but the memories remainthe same.

My sister, Virginia, and I were quite excited when we discoveredthe upstairs section of the garage. We promptly claimed it as our own. Atthat time the walls were devoid of paint, but they were soon plastered fromceiling to floor with magazine photos of our favorite singers and moviestars. We had an old crank type phonograph up there. Dad kept us well stockedwith records which he bought second hand from the dealer who supplied thelocal juke boxes.

During the summer months the phonograph, the giggling ofa dozen kids, and my brother practicing his trumpet polluted the air withnoise. The neighbors deserved a medal for endurance.

Hallock has stretched and grown and changed, since I livedthere, but my happy growing up years will never be forgotten.


Source:

Jamie Rustad Meagher, 16 Apr 99
>Source:

Jamie Rustad Meagher, 16 Apr 99