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Background: I literally grew up in the restaurant business. The location: Borger, a small town in the Texas Panhandle. The main characters: Mother (Lorene Richardson), me, many, many other people who were employees and Patrons of the Village Restaurant, now, Lorene's Kitchen.
My Motivation: My mother will be celebrating her 79th birthday, February 17th. I can't make it back to visit with her. Thinking of her always brings back memories of my growing up in Borger, and my working in the restaurant off and on from the age of 13 to around 35. In my memories, the restaurant locations are clear as day. I can visualize some of our frequent customers as if they were in front of me. Much time has passed, some of the patrons have moved to other locations, as I have, and some have moved on to the real world, the future home for many of us.
My Purpose: Mom is almost 79 and I just turned 50. She is not going to feel that I have used what she considers "My God Given Talent", unless I write. Lorene can be a little stubborn. Internet writing and Blogging doesn't cut it. To her, being a writer means hard copy publication. So, I will get started here, and hopefully finish in time for her 80th birthday. The goal is to compile individual experiences that will be compiled into a hard copy book, self published if necessary. Why? She deserves it. If you knew her you would understand that she deserves the visualizations of her heart. Mom has been a sower. Its well past time for harvest. I think it should be a rule that if you have lived life as a sower and a giver, by the time you hit 79 and 80 years of age, you should get what you deserve.
Subject Matter: The good times you had in her restaurant. The food. Experiences with any of her children and grand children (positive ones, please:-). (Excuse the times you came in and we were short staffed and packed)
The Problem: I tend to have a cloudy memory. Some folks from Borger may remember the time I had a car accident and was virtually prayed back to life... Well, I had a miraculous recovery. The only tale tale sign of a head injury is an often foggy memory. Hey--maybe I recovered fully and its just 50 years catching up with me. I think I like the head injury excuse better:-). I really need YOUR help.
I am appealing to the folks in Borger, via the Borger News Herald to visit here and help me out. Hopefully over a period of time we will have accumulated many different stories, pictures, to round out this Book for Mom.
Contributers: Give us your memories of dining with our family starting from the Village Restaurant, located on Cedar Street (1960's) to the present. If you have any photos, please contribute and give me a release to use them. Also, if you have any Borger history in general to turn in, please do so. If you have an old menu, or advertisement--those would be super additions as well. I am weakest on time frames and people's names.
I'll start:---I don't remember that much about the location on Cedar St. because I was very young. I do remember it was small, usually packed, the building was green. Lorene (Mom) was a young 40 something. I think I remember that most entres including Chile Rellenos were around $1 or less. I think coffee was a dime. |
