Grinnell Remembered

My memories of this dear old town will

always be with me, until day I die.

Small town life will do that to you.

This little town rests in the great State

of Iowa, where I spent the first 34 years of my life.

My dear dog Shep and I shared a lot of beautiful

memories in this wonderful place.

My poems of my Grandma took place here.

Going to double feature movies,

were seen at the Strand and Iowa theaters.

Boy hood chums and I had our summers

there, with Shep tagging along on our bike

rides to the country side and beyound.

Spending a lot of time at the Rexall Drug

at the soda fountain reading my comic books by

the hour.

Sunday afternoons were special, as sister

and I would go up town to get a six pack of

bottle Pepsi and a romance magzine for her

and a comic or two for me.

Many family members are buried there at

Hazelwood Cemetery, someday I'm going back

either to live there or be buried in the old cemetery

with my family and friends to keep

me company, so many precious and tear filled

memories and so many happy days of joy,

so Grinnell am still loving you,

and will be back someday, so until then

farewell my friend.

written 5-12-11

Lived there from 1952-1956
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
May 20, 2011 at 8:28 PM
This is sweet. were you just a little kid then? it sounds like maybe you were in your teens. I sure remember the romance magazines. I think I learned all i knew about the birds and bees from reading those things. haha. So was maid rites there in Grinnell? what do you say? Should we Iowans get a franchise for MaidRites and open up Maidrite stands , you in CO and I in UTAh?? HOw do you think they would do here in the west!!
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May 20, 2011 at 11:19 AM
We have deep feelings about the places where we were raised and it sounds like this small-town atmosphere helped you become the thoughtful and compassionate man you are today. Excellent write, James, and I especially appreciated the way you said you will return to Grinnell, even if only to be buried there with your family. Love, Carolyn
Sweetheart Avatar
May 18, 2011 at 4:09 PM
super reminiscent poem James filled with grand memories.. wonderful and sweet memories luv..
Horne Avatar
May 18, 2011 at 8:08 AM
It sounds like you had some wonderful times there, James. Lovely nostalgic write
Babcock Avatar
May 18, 2011 at 7:07 AM
Lots of treasured moments in your old home town. I have many fond memories of mine and as you say many of the relatives back there. Your poem brings back thoughts of simpler times living in a small town. Great write. Phyl
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May 17, 2011 at 9:47 PM
Glad to hear that you have such fond memories of your old stomping grounds. There really is nothing like living in a small town:) R.M.
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