Little park that I pass through,I carry off a piece of you Every morning hurrying downTo my work-day in the town;Carry you for country thereTo make the city ways more fair....[...]...All that I can seeI carry off with meBut you never miss my theftSo much treasure you have left.As I find you, fresh at morning,So I find you, home returning --Nothing lacking from your grace.All your riches wait in placeFor me to borrowOn the morrow.Do you hear his praise of you,Little park that I pass through?by- Helen Hoyt from "Ellis Park"
Interesting photo. Notice how wide N.Saginaw and Detroit St. are. It looks like Detroit St.is a blvd. In those days, buggies and teams were still modes of travel. Sometimes there was a paved lane and a gravel lane and the teams would drop off the paved side and allow the motor cars to use the hard surface. The old Arctic dairy and probably a half dozen others used horse powered wagons to deliver milk until the forties. I know Sealtest(Arctic) and McDonalds dairy delivered in my neighborhood then. Bill the milkman was a friendly guy and let the kids pat his mare and give them ice chips on a hot summer days. Fifteen cents for a quart of orange aid. If you didn't get your milk off the porch quick enough, the cream at the top of the bottle would push the hard paper lid up a couple of inches as it congealed. I'm off track again...... Ellis Park was nice place to take a rest.
Where the hell is Ellis Park anyway? I meant McFarlan Park, it was across the street from my Dad's office in the Metropolitan Bldg. Ahh, just the same, it was poetic too.
When was the hotel built?
Built in 1920.http://www.thedurant.com/
I'm sorry. I keep thinking of another lyric.McFarlan Park is melting in the dark,All the sweet green icing flowing down,Someone left the cake out in the rain...
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