Jack's Mid-Missouri Memories

Jack’s Mid-Missouri-Memories How Memories Come Out
Jack’s Mid-Missouri-Memories How Memories Come Out
Jack’s Mid-Missouri-Memories How Memories Come Out
How Memories Come Out Some things lend themselves more readily to nostalgia than others, and when we see them we are immediately transported to our past for a brief moment to relive an experience. For some it is an old car, train, friend, or even an artilce of clothing from their past...
Jack’s Mid-Missouri-Memory-Just Yesterday
Jack’s Mid-Missouri-Memory-Just Yesterday
Jack’s Mid-Missouri-Memory-Just Yesterday
I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror, and I swore that wasn't me. The guy in the mirror had wrinkles liver spots and very little hair. I know it was only yesterday that Donnie, Bobby  and I were playing marbles around a circle drawn in dirt and someone slipped in an outlawed steeley. It ...
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: October, My Favorite Month
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: October, My Favorite Month
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: October, My Favorite Month
It may be because I was born in October, or that I joined the Navy in October, or the fact that mosquitoes no longer buzz around my head in October, or it could be that I wrote this piece in October, and the day was so perfect I can't imagine wanting to go past it.  I think October is the month when the earth makes an almost audible sigh in Missouri, and says, "Now I can rest for a while.&quo
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Tummy Ache Food
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Tummy Ache Food
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Tummy Ache Food
Well, the growing season is finished for another year, and that means a lot of my favorite foods will not be available for another year. When I see the tomato vines begin to shrivel and die and the apple trees quit baring the apples I crave, it takes me back to my days as a boy with a cast iron stomach who would eat anything as long as it was green.
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Heat and Hay
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Heat and Hay
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Heat and Hay
When the temperature here climbs into the upper 90s as it has lately, there are a lot of summer memories that come to me about my boyhood days, none more often, however, than the one of my last summer before turning 17 and joining the Navy.
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Pop’s Workshop and His Ragged Old Cat
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Pop’s Workshop and His Ragged Old Cat
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Pop’s Workshop and His Ragged Old Cat
Well, it's happened again! There is a ragged old cat hanging around my house that someone has probably dropped off thinking that it's the place for cats. It is not a pretty cat, and it looks as if it had lost a few fights along the way. It is a skittish cat, and runs at the sight of me.  The thing is that it reminds me of a cat my father-in-law had, so I have started to leave extra food in my othe
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Fair Again
Some people wonder where I get ideas for my "Mid-Missouri memories." One of those sources is in town right now, and like most people in Sedalia, there are a lot of memories through those gates of the Missouri State Fairgrounds. As someone who grew up in Sedalia, it would be strange if I didn’t have a lot of merry-go-round and roller coaster memories from that yearly event. The main memor
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Downtown Sedalia Tour
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Downtown Sedalia Tour
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Downtown Sedalia Tour
As a nostalgia nut, I am always happy to talk about my days growing up in Sedalia, and I love to hear or see something that triggers a memory from those days. On Monday, June 24, I got a good dose of nostalgia as I took the tour of downtown Sedalia with the Sedalia City Council and some other interested citizens.
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Poll Hall Memories
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Poll Hall Memories
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Poll Hall Memories
People ask me how I can remember all the things I write about that happened so long ago, and I have to admit, I get a lot of help from old friends.  For instance. Dick Prisendorf, a childhood friend of mine came up with a memory we share one day. The memory was about the old Play-more pool hall, a place that played a large part in both our childhoods.