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Section D: Lives & Times


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PRESS & DAKOTAN SATURDAY, AUGUST 6, 2011 PAGE 12D: YANKTON 150 Reflection From Page 11D mother didn t hear him. So I unlocked and opened the door. Rather than leave the plate on the step he handed it to me and left. I felt he was trying to be polite. My mother came back into the kitchen. She saw the empty plate on the table and that the hobo was gone. Surprised she gently reminded me that I should have let her know when the hobo knocked on the door to return the plate. I learned two lessons that day never open the door to a stranger and to be kind but be careful. Later my mother told me she had heard that hobos leave a mark on the house or in the yard as a sign to other hobos that this is a place where the could get a handout. I looked for that mark and I did find a white chalk mark on the front corner of our house. This is one of my childhood memories of living in Yankton near the Missouri River and the old Meridian Bridge. And to this day I believe I did find the Mark of the Hobo. 2. My Teen Canteen During my high school years my friends and I spent Friday and Saturday nights at the Teen Canteen. The Canteen was located on Douglas Street in the IOOF building. Inside, on the first floor, there was a dance floor where we danced to the music of a jukebox. Downstairs there was an area for playing ping pong or pool. In another area there was a lunch counter where taverns, pop and chips were sold. Mrs. Mondini was the chaperone. Everyone called her Mom. We all from time to time, helped Mom. I did my share of taking payments for the monthly tickets or working at the lunch counter. Outside of dancing, I loved to hang out with my friends in a booth enjoying Mom s Special Recipe taverns with an Orange Crush and a bag of chips. I remember this as a time of Happy Days MARGARET RAHN Yankton was different in those early days parts of it like Eastern part. I lived on 13th Street across barren fields and land was pasture above that. My father came into Yankton with a cow which gave us milk. All that land is now filled with houses. Yankton Theatre was one of my places to go. I d walk to the theatre and back home again. I walked to school as a child. When I had been sick, dad would give me a ride to school. I used the train depot as a resting spot between home and school when attending Garfield and any school within that area. Fantles basement was a wonderful place where I brought material and sewing needs. The cafeteria was a good place to get good food. I remember coasting down the hill on 12th Street beyond the stop sign down to my home below. It was safe then with not much traffic. Dad had a chicken coop located near the alley. I saw chickens running around after their heads had been cut off. In the family garden spot there were strawberries, rhubarb, peach trees, and vegetables planted. These were the days before gas was in every home. People still had outside bathrooms.
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