Summer in the Star City
By: Mr. Wilson on
May 21, 2008
Many of my favorite memories from summertimes past involve family gatherings at Pioneers Park. On many a Sunday afternoon, family from Lincoln, Omaha, and Grand Island would gather for a picnic lunch, followed by an afternoon of softball, frisbee golf, or just playing in the playground. Sometimes my parents would let me buy a treat from the concession stand -- a can of pop, a candy bar, or maybe a frozen malt. The park used to be quite busy on Sunday afternoons, and we would often have to scramble to find a picnic area big enough for all of us.
And then there was Babe Ruth baseball. I rode my bike five miles to every morning practice. Once I stopped to feed wild berries to a fox near Beal Slough. Another time I got the crap beat out of me by hail until I was able to take shelter in a fire station. And on yet another trip to practice something fell from a tree, hit me in the eye, and lodged itself under my eyelid. Now that I think about it, I remember far more about the bike rides to and from practice than I do about practice itself, or even the games.
I suspect many of Robbie's early summertime memories will be from the playground at Antelope Park. We spend a fair amount of time there, and why not? It's an awesome playground. Southpointe's Friday night music series will probably also be up there in his memory bank. Heck, that's where he stole his first kiss.
What are some of your favorite summertime memories in Lincoln?