I have read the recent news coverage about the future of the Sheboygan Armory and remember attending games of the Sheboygan Redskins while having the privilege of watching our hometown hero, Ken Suesens.
During high school I went to North-South basketball games. Additionally, I was a guest at some of the Hmong New Year celebrations and paid to hear Bobby Vinton. It rained when I graduated from North High School in 1955 and the ceremony was at the Sheboygan Armory. Although I can honestly state I am emotionally connected to all of those events, it is those that I remember, not the place.
Great memories, I’m sure, yet, without “the place” there are no memories, just as your grandchildren have no memories from the Armory, a building that has, and can continue to provide a venue for memory making events well into the future. It’s sad that you don’t remember the perfectly polished hardwood floor, or some of the most beautiful natural lightning ever seen by man. Yet, we all remember things in our own way. Maybe it was that pure audio dynamite, or that special person we met, memories can be as subtle as a whisper.
Miss Kampala Eclipse