You’ve probably guessed by now; I love to reminisce—look back at people, places and things.

One of those things is or was the Dairy Queen in my home town, Mt. Pleasant, Iowa. I loved that old place. It was there for as long as I can remember. It wasn’t a convenient stop. The parking lot was difficult to maneuver, and very small—you had to walk up to be served, and it was often very busy, especially during the warm months. The proprietor was a round man; I don’t recall his name, but he was always friendly and prompt with your order.

The new owner was not a familiar face, and when I was there a couple of years ago I told him I was a native and how much I love this old building. He shook his head and said, “Well it’s not gonna’ be here much longer!”

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because it’s not up to standard and we have to tear it down and build a new one.”

Well that didn’t satisfy me, so I continued to yammer. “It’s a landmark—I’ve been coming here since I was a kid…may folks love this place Waa…Waa…Waa…Waa…Waa!”

He wasn’t moved by my whining…I could tell.

“That’s the way things are,” he ended. “Now what can I get you?”

I wanted to scream at him and say, “Well why don’t you complain, stomp your feet…tell’m you’re not for such foolish progress.”

Get a grip, Karen, it’s just a building.

I felt the same when they tore down the old fountain in the square, and replaced it with a new one. I liked the old high school much better than the boring brick one out on the highway–the auditorium, the marble hallways, the smell….I could go on and on.

I don’t like things to change, especially when it’s in my home town. I want it to stay the way it was—frozen in time.

I don’t think I’d do well on the Chamber of Commerce.



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