Posted by Keith Popko on 12/4/2004, 6:21 pm, in reply to "Re: Memories of Cameron" For a long time I steered a wide berth around Rathke's as I stalked wild game throughout the neighborhood. A favorite practice target at home was the rubber waste basket Mom kept in the dining room. If she were ever to put water in it she would have had the surprise of her life - it would have made a great strainer for spaghetti. I think at one time the Pic-A-Chic was owned by Bill Rexus. It had great atmosphere with its pine panelling, counter for walk-ins, and small dining room for those wishing for a more intimate dining experience. We who lived in Cameron thought we were pretty lucky to have two great places to go to for rootbeer, hamburgers, and chicken baskets. Ahhhh, I can almost smell the deep fat fryers now! Prior to Karlgaard's owning the Root Beer Stand (it was they who eventually expanded it into a restaurant) it was owned by an elderly couple whose last name was Johnson. They lived in a mobile home right next to their business. They also were the adoptive parents of a boy and a girl who were slightly younger than myself - Charlie and Leahleigh (sp?). Many fond memories arise in my awareness as I recall those two establishments - drinking root beer on warm summer evenings, chatting with the car hops, checking out the license plates of out-of-staters as they made their way to unknown destinations while making brief pit stops to refresh themselves in our little corner of the universe, and of course swatting at the bane of summer nights, the dreaded June bug. We don't see many June bugs anymore around Cameron, but when the occassional one surfaces again I am taken immediately back to those carefree summer days and nights, quaffing root beer with best friend Chuck Olson while we shared a serving of french fries or onion rings. Thanks for the memory jog big brother.
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Ah, yes - Rathke's. A rich source of the key component in fashioning a homemade blow gun. The other sources were Mom's sewing kit and Dad's golf bag. I learned the craft from, believe it or not, Cowboy Bob's afternoon kiddie show on Channel 13 sometime in the mid 60s. Fortunately for me, I put tape on the end of the gun which went into the mouth - those who didn't got aluminum poisoning.
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