Ah yes, the Center Drive-In. I loved their mashed potatoes and gravy, and once
when I was a student at Mt. Jordan Jr. High, I sneaked away at lunch time, ran
all the way there and bought mashed potatoes and gravy, and had to run all the
way back, since lunch "hours" were only 1/2 hour. But it was worth it.
They had great food, and it was just a fun place to go. I graduated from Jordan
High School in 1965. So many places from my childhood are gone. My home in
Draper...my high school, and now my Jr. High School, too...the dairy barn on
12300 So in Draper...the Draper Park is all different, and that roundabout!! The
first time I tried to go through that intersection I got stuck in the roundabout
and couldn't get out!But I am glad to have the memories of
growing up in Draper, and of the Center, and so many other places that meant a
lot to us then, but even more now.
Yes, thanks for the memories Lee, I worked there in 1956-57, Myrle hired me to
make "Curley Fries" every day after school JHS, we made up a hundred
pounds or so daily, thanks for the automatic potato peeler. The Center was the
grooviest place in all of South Valley, and beyond.
This is also my life long stomping grounds! Although I was a Husky and not a
Beetdigger, this part of town holds a special place in my heart. My memory does
not predate "Jim's" but I certainly remember the food there was
awesome. My son is a current "Beetdigger" and has loved eating breakfast
there with the JHS State Champion football team! I have lived in this special
blend of Sandy and Midvale for almost my entire life and have marveled that
"Jim's" is still there. I love to see the blue and white building
thumbing its nose at the progress around it. Things certainly change, I have
loved having this special tie from our childhood to our son's childhood
around us. Thanks Mr Benson for the memories!
For me, one of my favorite childhood eating digs was a Jack-In-The-Box in
Phoenix. Nothing special about it except for the fact I used to...A) hop on my bike and collect only 1/3 of my paper route instead of the whole
thing B) with a little money now in my pocket, ride solo the 3 miles to
Webster's Hobby Shop and drool over the model planes and trains....I'd
be there for hours and hours every SaturdayC) ride back towards my home
but swing by the Jack-In-The-Box first for a cheeseburger, fries and a vanilla
shake which I'd buy and then eat on the top of a cylindrical, round, stone
column that formed part of a fence about 50 yards from the Jack-In-The-BoxD) after eating, ride my bike the LONG away around the block back home so my
mom or dad wouldn't see me coming from the 'wrong' direction if I
HAD been actually collecting my entire paper routeThe food was tasty
but, to me, the thing I relished most was the sense of freedom I felt while only
10 or 11 years old.Good memories.
I worked there 1968-70
I, too, have these kinds of great memories from my hometown. It's said that many of today's youth don't have connections
like this which bind them to a wonderful past and anchor them when the winds of
change batter them.
Nice reflections in this article. The names and locations will differ, but all
across the country, boomers will likely relate this story to their own youthful
Great column. The sentiment reminded me of a few lines from a poem
("Memory" by Abraham Lincoln) "So memory will hallow all we've
known but know no more."
I remember that place.We were driving from Ogden to a Disneyland vacation
... and we all got hungry in a town named Sandy. Good burgers.
But the taste is the memory, and Ogden burger joints were darned fine,
As Real thinks about expanding, they may want to consider creating some parking
for their patrons, so they don't clog up every available piece of street
for 5 blocks around the stadium.
A Chubby, curleyque fries, and an Ironport. Nothing better. And I lived in
Murray. My Dad used to hang out there way back in the late 1940's when he
was in high school.