tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53563725609290248.post1682362150740851765..comments2008-03-18T13:06:45.287-06:00Jayphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13212838630946049060noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53563725609290248.post-28376887204419508402008-03-18T10:45:00.000-06:002008-03-18T10:45:00.000-06:00I know this may sound crazy....but for weeks, months, no wait years to remember the poem we use to sing about the lady with the alligator purse. Thanks for putting it up! It was one on my favorite little songs as a young girlStacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198338389472109604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53563725609290248.post-55883016445036283362007-05-24T16:44:00.000-06:002007-05-24T16:44:00.000-06:00Zenisheck’s Department Store. Ah, the memories. I always wondered what those ladies were doing at those desks on the 2nd floor balcony/office area. Didn't you? I remember my mother buying me "Health Tex" outfits from there.<BR/><BR/>Scott SandersAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com