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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[Buying candy at the neighborhood pharmcy]]></title>
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<img src="https://utahjapantownstories.com/files/fullsize/d480f095040f35c5d74997d5c8070e69.jpg" alt="Earl&#039;s Pharmacy Advertisement 1969" /><br/><p>Transcript: </p><p>Lisa Imamura: "Matter of fact, in Rose Park, there used to be this place called Earl's Pharmacy. They had a soda jerk there as well, but they had copious amounts of candy. So when they would come into town, especially Uncle Ben, all of us kids would be like, “Oh, Uncle Ben’s in town! Oh my gosh!” and he would take us and he'd hand us like a dollar, right? Dollar nowadays isn't going to buy you much, but back then—if you got a dollar of penny candy! Are you kidding me? And sometimes when he was really, really, really overly generous, $5."</p><p><em><strong><a href="https://utahjapantownstories.com/items/show/28">For more (including 1 audio file) view the original article</a></strong></em></p>]]></summary>
    <published>2025-12-02T19:49:33+00:00</published>
    <updated>2025-12-04T01:37:27+00:00</updated>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[Family friends at the Pal-D-Mar bowling alley]]></title>
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<img src="https://utahjapantownstories.com/files/fullsize/cdefd7d1564ad1c1f67a895e67ca142f.jpg" alt="Photo of Bill Oike, Ky Kanegae and Yoyo Okimoto at the Aloha Fountain, Mary Doi&#039;s restaurant in Japantown, Salt Lake City, Utah, in the 1950s." /><br/><p>Transcript: </p><p>"They ran the bar or the cafe, whatever you want to call it, inside Pal-D-Mar and my parents would bring me every Friday night with them when they’d go to practice. As soon as we would walk in, Bill would come and pick me up and say, “Okay, she's coming with me.” He'd take me into the bar and he'd give me all the maraschino cherries that I wanted and he'd make me as many Shirley Temples as I wanted. Him and his wife Shirley would just sit there and play with me until they were finished bowling and I loved every second of it. And their boys, Steve and Stan—Steve’s really a nice guy, he's pretty even-keeled. Stan, he would always go, “What a brat.” But, I told them, I’d go, “That's okay, you still love me.” </p><p><em><strong><a href="https://utahjapantownstories.com/items/show/27">For more (including 1 audio file) view the original article</a></strong></em></p>]]></summary>
    <published>2025-12-02T19:15:17+00:00</published>
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      <name>Lisa Imamura</name>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[Sunday dinners at Pagoda]]></title>
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<img src="https://utahjapantownstories.com/files/fullsize/0a361627dc08f8c6e64873b2bf8b72cd.jpg" alt="Article on Pagoda&#039;s Avenues location (2002)" /><br/><p>Transcript</p><p>Lisa Imamura: "Sunday dinner was Pagoda’s. Every Sunday, you know, it was like clockwork. "</p><p><em><strong><a href="https://utahjapantownstories.com/items/show/6">For more (including 1 audio file) view the original article</a></strong></em></p>]]></summary>
    <published>2025-10-14T22:12:02+00:00</published>
    <updated>2025-12-04T01:42:15+00:00</updated>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[Visiting Peewee&#039;s Service Station with Dad<br />
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<img src="https://utahjapantownstories.com/files/fullsize/00f6c7dd26fb11e32bcbf5f9ec2340b3.jpg" alt="Tami Takagi, Midori Watanuki and PeeWee Kobayashi (owner of PeeWee&#039;s Service Station)" /><br/><p>Transcript: </p><p>Lisa Imamura: I would always come with my dad on the weekends because Pee Wee's gas station was right here in the corner and in one of the bays because he had two, two or three, in one of the bays he actually had a poker table. The guys from the Rose Park neighborhood, including my dad, they would go into the bay and play poker and I was outside wiping down the car because my dad was like, “Oh, we're going to go wash the car today."</p><p>Trey Imamura: You’re going to wash the car today!</p><p>Lisa Imamura: I was little so I didn't know any better. He had one of those—it was a tin tub and it had this thing on top of it where you put the chamois through and you roll it and it squeezed out all the water in the chamois. Yep, I remember it, like it was yesterday. But I loved it. I got to be with my dad, right? So it was so fun. </p><p><em><strong><a href="https://utahjapantownstories.com/items/show/5">For more (including 1 audio file) view the original article</a></strong></em></p>]]></summary>
    <published>2025-10-14T22:12:01+00:00</published>
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    <title type="html"><![CDATA[The smell of Sunrise Fish Market]]></title>
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<img src="https://utahjapantownstories.com/files/fullsize/74cba288450b6455585505c857808eba.jpg" alt="Advertisement for New Sunrise Fish Market (1950)" /><br/><p>Transcript</p><p>Lisa Imamura: " I remember coming to Japantown because my grandmother always wanted to go to the fish market. I remember walking in there and just smelling the fish. It wasn't a bad smell or a disgusting smell. It's just fish."</p><p><em><strong><a href="https://utahjapantownstories.com/items/show/1">For more (including 1 audio file) view the original article</a></strong></em></p>]]></summary>
    <published>2025-10-14T22:11:59+00:00</published>
    <updated>2025-12-04T01:42:49+00:00</updated>
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