An unforgettable fargo story

One unforgettable story involves a neighbor with two identical cars of different colors, only driving one to church. Then there was the fabulous, June Cleaver-esque lady who always had candy and an ear for neighborhood gossip. An old, rarely-seen woman was considered the "wicked lady," while a poor family welcomed everyone, including the author. My Mom encouraged exploration and independence. I once wandered blocks looking for a playground and found one in a park. The people there got information from me and called the authorities. A cop and my Dad picked me up, and the cop even let me turn on the siren, making it a fun experience. After that, I had to memorize my address: 1610 12th St N. Another time, I snuck into the fair at the end of our block, climbing under a tent. I enjoyed cotton candy and rides, and my parents eventually found me. Since they had to pay to get in, we all had some rides and fun. So, when I ran away from home at 17 or 18, I had perfect rides from Billings to San Francisco, where I wasn't carded because I was tall. That's how I knew things to be: you grew up and left home to be on your own. After that, I wondered why other people didn't change their environment, and I learned they didn't have the guts to forge a new path alone, on their own. Sad for them. Maybe they're too short, lol! I'm six four.

Connecting with fargo's past

This page aims to create a digital gathering place for those who share a fondness for Fargo's past. By sharing stories, images, and memories, we hope to foster a sense of community and nostalgia, allowing everyone to reconnect with the people, places, and moments that have shaped our city's identity. It's a celebration of Fargo's heritage, and a way to keep those memories alive for future generations.