tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244123422713926575.post5015299863256762670..comments2024-03-27T21:43:44.745-07:00Comments on Flint Expatriates: Flint Poems: Cheese Lines, Flint, Michigan by Danny RendlemanFlint Expatriateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08352270564340149006noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244123422713926575.post-91990274513093092652016-08-27T22:24:09.077-07:002016-08-27T22:24:09.077-07:00The Fair was at the Northwest Flint Plaza at the S...The Fair was at the Northwest Flint Plaza at the SW corner of Pierson and Clio Roads. The only venue large enough for a store like that at the North Flint Plaza, at the NW corner of Pierson Rd and Detroit St, was occupied by the Federals store, which was still there when I left in the mid-60s.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244123422713926575.post-40169230119834756922013-05-21T00:25:33.220-07:002013-05-21T00:25:33.220-07:00The Fair was actually at both the North and South ...The Fair was actually at both the North and South Flint Plazas. I shopped at both stores over the years. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244123422713926575.post-1786616049099609652013-05-14T21:36:06.045-07:002013-05-14T21:36:06.045-07:00I would have never thought such a masterpiece woul...I would have never thought such a masterpiece would have the North Flint Plaza as its subject. Please consider sharing more with us. <br /><br />(Just a technicality, but I know Federal's Department Store was in this plaza, the Taubman Company's first project believe it or not, but I'm quite certain that the Fair Store, as mentioned, was actually at the South Flint Plaza.)Eldridge Longfellownoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244123422713926575.post-82072050741655740212013-05-12T10:02:48.879-07:002013-05-12T10:02:48.879-07:00Yes. Evocative and touching poem. Thank you, Mr....Yes. Evocative and touching poem. Thank you, Mr. Rendleman.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244123422713926575.post-13456268451857321282013-05-10T18:49:10.074-07:002013-05-10T18:49:10.074-07:00MY OLD FACTORY TOWN
The ever churning droning noi...MY OLD FACTORY TOWN<br /><br />The ever churning droning noise of my old factory town,<br />It always existed, though more pronounced after the sun went down.<br />Warm summer nights the moon beamed its light through the propped open windows screen<br />Along with this sound which my ears always found but never considered its means.<br /><br />Passed down through labors of generations past providing my youths bliss<br />At the time unrecognized how rare indeed an inheritance such as this.<br />Gritty, dirty work for all, yet every family stood quite tall<br />With pride in all their sweat and toil, a community to itself was loyal<br /><br />Today it only seems a dream that a place like this existed.<br />I tell the tales to my children now only saddened that they’ve missed it.<br />My old factory town, it’s crumbling down with nothing left to save her<br />Oh what I’d give to hear that droning sound once more, now a fading time to savor.Maytonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02058852934155760697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244123422713926575.post-20503267932451876952013-05-10T18:08:21.123-07:002013-05-10T18:08:21.123-07:00Ty for letting me read your talented & I liked...Ty for letting me read your talented & I liked the images you painted with your poem. Flint lifer from the westside.Joynoreply@blogger.com