The Dead Quarry
Contributed by: Larry
Growing up on the west end of 10th Street near the city limits allowed for many experiences. Fifty years ago, the Lutz Quarry was a much smaller working quarry and just to the west of it was what was called the dead quarry. It was a hole around 100 feet in diameter and 10 feet deep.
In the spring of the year, the bottom of this hole would be covered with water and an abundance of polliwogs. As the days turned to summer, we could watch these tadpoles start to grow legs, lose their tails, and change into frogs. I wonder what ever happened to the thousands of frogs that developed each year.