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The bushes in front of the sign are Burning Bush.  They were the letters DX (type of service station).  On the left of the picture is a rack that was used for changing oil and working on cars.




August, 1957

August, 1957

August, 1957

May, 1962

September, 1954

Looking out Steve's window
Cukjati farm in background

Dancing (man in black hat) Matt Cukjati and Josie Kissee
Sitting facing front: Joe Youvan

Bartender Frank Polsak (Pokey)
L to R:  J. Septak, G. Septak Widmar, R. Widmar, J. Biederman, J. Cukjati, J. Polsak
Back: L. Cukjati Govaker, hand in air F. Govaker

Josie Kissee, Georgine Widmar

Memories of Steve's
The group at Steve's had a club called the "Left Handed Club".    Everyone had to use their left hand to drink their beer.  If they were caught using their right hand they had to put a quarter in the jar.   The money was saved up to have parties.   Memory of Frances O'Blak
Steve's was a butcher shop prior to Prasniker's owning it. The butcher shop was run by Steve Simoncic.   Memory of Frances O'Blak
The north end was where we went when Dad or my uncles wanted a beer. The cribbage games @ Steve's (Prosnicker) were intense. I would have soda pop and try to win a lucky gum ball from Steve's gum ball machine.   Memory of Joe Lee Maghe
We were often along at Steve’s Place; Daddy would have a beer and Larry and I would get a Grapette soda (pop) and some kind of snack, like chips, peanuts or pretzels. This was a real treat for us.  Memory of  Dr. Joe Eugene Lepo
I remember going into the cellar at Steve Prasniker's and getting a big cold bottle of Pepsi... it was the best drink in the whole world... the cellar always smelled of beer.. a few bottles of which my  Dad thoroughly enjoyed!  I remember the glass round gas pump right in front of Steve's where they pumped gas..  Memory of Jo Ann Burgar
I live on the corner where my grandparents (Steve and Josephine Prasniker)had their home and business ( Steve's Place ). One of the most memorable times where the all day horse shoe pitching contests held beside grandma's house and if it got too dark then they would put aluminum foil on the pegs and hold flash lights to see them. My childhood days where full of laughter, smiles, hugs, parties, friends, family, church, and yes the old thing called work (gardening and grass mowing were pure hell for a 60# weakling). One more thing I can still see my grandma and Aunt Jennie Chebultz arguing and fussing over a friendly game of cards and grandma watching as the world turns on t.v. Grandpa Steve Prasniker didn't know a stranger, he loved kids, all kids. If a child would enter his station they would leave with a pocket full of candy. I can still see him crying over the pot and grinder where he would be grinding horse radish.  Memory of Henry Ashbacher

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