Return to A True, Living Story

~ Chapter One

IT WAS 1956 and as a nine-year-old boy I was enjoying the freedom that living in a small Iowa town provided.  


Author as a Boy in Atlantic, Iowa

I had activities, both in town and in the country. Relatives on my dad’s side of the family were business owners while family on my mother’s side were farmers. I had a brother, eight years older than myself, and a good friend who lived just one house to the north of us.  

When not in school, my friend and I would play army and ride our bikes, as well as find a way to get into trouble every now and then.   Saturday afternoons we would pay the fifty-cent admission fee and spend the afternoon in the movie theater. The aroma of popcorn filled the air. We would see such movies as; Francis the Talking Mule, and The Long, Long Trailer.  I would always buy a cherry Coke from the Coca-Cola® machine in the lobby.  I would place a dime in the coin slot and a paper cup would fall down the chute. When the cup didn’t jam, or fall in sideways, I would have myself a tasty drink.  A box of Good and Plenty® candy, perhaps some popcorn and I was set for the afternoon.

When the show was over, walking outside was a bit of a blinding affair as my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. My pal would usually go his way, and I would go mine.  

As I walked down Main Street to my dad’s and grandpa’s office,  


Merrill Berg, Insurance Ed Berg, Real Estate

I would stop by my uncle’s shoe store to say, “Hi.”  


Gerald Berg, Family Shoe Store

One of my favorite things to do while there was play with the big wooden, shoe x-ray machine, located in the back of his store.

It was really great!  

I would stand on the footrest, slide my feet into the slot located at the bottom, bend my head forward and gaze into the viewing portal on the top. There was a large round button to push and, as long as I held the button down, I could look right through my shoes, socks, and flesh to see just how the bones in my feet were arranged. It was like those special x-ray glasses advertised in the back of my comic books. Only this machine was for real!  And it worked.  In fact, it worked so well that one Christmas I took one of my gifts from under the Christmas tree and found out what was inside ~ without unwrapping all that nice paper and then trying to tape it back together again, as I had done a few Christmas’s before. 

After unknowingly soaking up the rampant radiation from that mysterious wooden box, I would be back on track to my destination.  After spending time with my dad and grandpa, as well as playing on the big black typewriter, I would bum a dollar, or so from Dad.  He was always good about giving me money when I “needed” it.  

By now the cherry Coke, candy and box of popcorn had been burned off and I was due for the best hamburger in the Midwest. Another cherry Coke, hash browns, and chocolate malt were usually also on my mind.    I would trek up to the beginning of Main Street where a hamburger joint, “The Spot,” was located, and park my skinny little posterior end on one of the high stools at the counter.  There was a counter that held about ten hungry souls, along with a few tables that would accommodate two patrons each.  As far as I was concerned, it was the one and only place to eat if you wanted the best burgers anywhere on the planet. It was a great corn fed, locally raised, steaming hot, all beef burger on a fresh baked bun, complemented with just the right amount of ketchup, a little mustard, and enough pickle to cover the top of the beef.   A simple burger, but the freshness and flavor was knock-your-socks-off, great.  The chocolate malts and hash browns were very good as well.  That meal cost me, perhaps I should say cost my dad, about eighty cents.  Believe me, it was worth every penny.  It was the best food in our little town of Atlantic Boy, what I wouldn’t pay for that now!  As far as I know, you just can’t buy food like that in this day and age, at any price.  

When sitting at the counter, the food was prepared about four feet in front of you on a typical restaurant flattop grill. “The Spot” was a one man operation, so the same person taking the orders was also the person who cooked the food, cashiered and did the dishes, no plastic, or paper dishes and cups here.  It never crossed my mind at the time, but the day would come when I was offered a job there.  Would I take that job?  Perhaps that will be one of the many things that will be revealed in the future.  

Speaking of the future, wouldn’t it be great to be able to get in the Doc’s time machine, get up to “88 miles per hour,” and transport yourself back to the time and place of such good memories, have a taste of the “good old days,” see the sights and smell the aroma of that fifteen-cent hamburger on the grill, be able to talk with those who have left us, and to experience “the good old days” again? (Can you tell I’m a fan of the Back to the Future movies?)  

After eating I would walk the five blocks, or so back to the office to pick up my skates and bum a ride to the rink.  Most kids were into roller skating and spent many hours each week at the “Playtime Skating Rink.”  It didn’t matter if it was in the sub-zero winter, or the hot, humid summer, we would make it to the rink on Friday and Saturday nights.  These skates weren’t like the steel wheeled skates that I learned to skate on when I was about five-years-old. Those required a skate key, so you could clamp them onto the soles of your shoes. I’m surprised I didn’t give up skating, as I could never get those steel skates to fasten onto my shoes tight enough. One, or the other, would always fall off before I could ever get up to speed.  I’m glad I didn’t give up on skating though, as I have spent many hours over the years staying physically fit while having fun on those eight wheels.  

My roller rink skates were a special order through my Uncle’s shoe store. They were a pair of Chicago Skates, carried in a brightly colored metal skate case.  I would spend the night skating. There were times when I would get to stay after closing and skate with one of my classmate’s, since her parents owned the rink.  When it was time to go home and the skates came off, I felt short and my feet would be vibrating for the next ten minutes, or so.

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    1. Thank you for the kind words. We have put a lot of time and research into this and hope people will enjoy all that is available. We have been away for a while, but we are back and there is a lot more to come.
      Thanks again,

  2. Awesome Eileen!! It felt like I was there. It brought back a lot of memories for me too. Remember the coke machines? I know this was done a few years before my time but a lot of what you wrote about brought a sense of happiness that I have’t felt in a long time.

    Keep up the good work!


    • John Rico on September 5, 2015 at 10:27 pm
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    Hi Eileen! Great Story! I mean even though I’m not in that time, I managed to imagine all the events in your story. Looking forward to the continuation of your story. Very inspiring!
    By the way, how were you able to remember all this stuff?


    1. Thank you for reading. We will be adding video of the old days, as well as the present plus the story is on-going. I hope to see you stop by again. 🙂

      LOL As far as remembering ….. Memories of the old days come easier than what we did yesterday!
      Thanks again,

  3. Hi Eileen. You have a great website and story here. While some things in this chapter were before my time, the roller skating takes me back. I was born in the 70’s and roller rinks were the ONLY place to be on weekends. Rented quad rollerskates, great music, friends and secret crushes. I wish they would revive roller rinks they were the best. That and drive-in movies 🙂

    1. Thank you so much for the great comments.
      Yes, the roller rinks were really great. And I know what you mean about those secret crushes.
      It’s so nice to reminisce. 🙂
      There will be a lot more interesting things coming and we will be adding video of the old days as well as now.
      Hope to see you come back.

  4. Beautifully written and got me right into the story. I love the retro stuff and the mood it evokes. Lovely. 🙂

    1. Thank you! There will be much more coming along.

  5. Dear Eileen, The oranges and the opening page is warm and welcoming and I am really enjoying the wonderful way you write and I’m excited to read on. Thankyou for sharing this personal story..I am imagining the taste of that Chocolate malt!! How wonderful, creative and simple life used to be before this digital world we live in. Take care,

    1. Hi Sarah,
      Thank you very much for reading and responding. We are so glad you enjoyed it. There will be more of the story being added, and we will also be adding videos and audio.
      Thanks again for the kind words. It has been fun remembering, learning and creating this site.
      Yes, the old days were wonderful!
      Thanks again for stopping by.. come back again when there is more added.
      Eileen & Gailen

  6. Hey Eileen,

    This is a fantastic first chapter of your book! I wasn’t alive then but it is definitely interesting to read about things such as a shoe x-ray! What was the purpose of this in a shoe shop? My first thought was to see if your foot fit in the shoe properly, but it seems it exposed more than that!

    Life seemed a lot more simple back then with a lot less distractions, it sounds like there would have been a lot more happy people around back then without all the need for new cell phones and the latest car etc.

    Keep up the great work!

    1. Thank you Aiden. Yes the purpose of the x-ray machine in a shoe store was to make sure your shoes fit your feet properly, but.. Oh, my goodness. It was exposing so many people to needless radiation and of course my husband (the boy in the life story) was using it to see Christmas gifts and just playing around with it in general! I’m surprised he is still alive!
      Thank you again. There will be old home movie footage and then working up to current day video entries. Also, audio and more chapters.

      I just need to get busy!


  7. Hi Elieen,

    Great website detailing your story! Love your writing style and look forward to reading the rest:) All the best! Leigh

    1. Thank you so much. There will be more coming. 🙂

  8. Great introduction am looking forward to reading more. Interestingly my mother used to take us to a store that didn’t use x-rays ( aargh) but used pressure thingies that ensured a good fit. I still ended up with sore heels tho 🙂 All the best to you and your husband.

    1. Thank you for reading and leaving kind words.
      I know those pressure thingies you speak of and I also always had trouble with the heels!
      I was told I had skinny heels…. =O
      Check back later we will be adding more.
      Thanks again,

  9. Hello Eileen!
    I don’t have any doubt this will become a Best Seller in no time!
    I love your site, I love your writing skill and can feel the love you put in telling this story. I haven’t read it all but it’s warm at the beginning.
    I like the idea of creating a storytelling site instead of the usual complicated sites for selling stuff and those wanting to change everyone’s life at all cost. 🙂
    Another nice thing I observe is the possibility to translate into other languages, awesome!

    Thanks for sharing this story and wish you much energy as you go along.

    Wishing you the best till I visit again!


    1. Thank you for the very encouraging words. 🙂
      Truly appreciated.
      Will be adding more as soon as possibe.

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