Downtown Weekend



Because my parents each worked two jobs, we did all our errands on the weekend. We would get up early and it would almost be dark when we got home. First my parents would go to Billy Perkins Market, on the corner of Broadway and Washington. It was always so busy and active there. All of the ladies were weighing out their purchases and feeling for the ripest fruit and vegetables.

Our next stop would be the Market House on St. Clair Street. It was a bustle of activity also. The trucks were in the back, unloading. The boxes would slide down a metal rack with wheels and disappear to somewhere in the basement. Everyone knew my parents there, and they knew everybody. We would venture then to maybe J.J. Newberry or to Marcus Jewelry Store. I loved to look at the ID bracelets in the window. (How silly this seems now.) Then it was on to Horn Drug Store to pick up daddys prescriptions.

If the day was still young, we would go to South Frankfort and my mom would do laundry at my grandmothers. We would play with the neighborhood kids, who at times were not very friendly with the north side kids. They were free to run in the streets, ride their bikes in the streets. This was something I was never able to do where I lived.

But Sundays were the best. After Sunday school and church, we would stop by Horn Drugs to get some hot cashews or chocolate. If the rating allowed, we would spend the rest of the day at the Capitol Theatre untll dinnertime. But when it was a movie we could not attend, my Mom would make it special.

If we were good, and the season and weather permitted, my mother would walk my sister and me over the Singing Bridge to the White Light diner. We would get a chocolate-dipped ice cream cone and stand on the bridge to watch the boats all dock for the evening. We would then walk home the long way, as we played Bee, Bee, Bumble Bee. It was my mothers way to make us aware of our surroundings. We would stop at the State House Yard (Old Capitol grounds) to make a wish in the fountain. It seems so simple, even silly now. But this is one of my favorite childhood memories. It was a time when all of Frankfort belonged to my mother, my sister and me.

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