My parents made an early departure from Topaz in the spring of 1944. They were fortunate to have met the manager of a turkey ranch, Ray Pulley, who enabled them to occupy a vacant farmhouse and farm the fallow land that surrounded the turkey coops in the small rural community of American Fork, Utah. In February of 1946, I was born.
In the summer of 1951, my parents opened a market selling produce and staples in the adjacent community of Pleasant Grove.
Our immediate neighbors were the Christensens, a Mormon family with four boys and two girls. Richard was a middle child, a grade older than me, and we became good friends, sharing many good times.
Me an’ Richard hoping to get lucky,
finding pop bottles on the side of the road.
At Midway Market we’re regulars,
with redemption on our minds.
To be clear, candy, not salvation,
was always our intention.
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Lovely story of childhood friends and their strong bonds. Thank you!
What a lovely story Jonathan. And what a huge stash of marbles!
Thank you, Jonathan and Topaz Stories for this story that is a bright spot in what is usually a very dismal month. It’s good to be reminded that not everyone turned their back on us.
Joe Yoshino