MsPerky

Wow…I started this thread in 2004! Lots of water under the bridge since then. Feel free to update or post your family history stories.

S2KRAY

I remember them too. This was a wonderful time to grow up. We lived in a row house just outside of Baltimore city. My grandfather owned the house. My Mom, Dad and me lived there as well as my Moms sister, hubby and daughter. It was tight but we all managed to get along. My mom’s brother and wife lived 2 doors away. My Dad was a carpenter and my Uncle worked for an airplane Co. Our neighborhood consisted of blue collar workers who worked hard to support their families. We had a strong faith and a strong work ethic. We had one B&W TV with an attena. My grandparents were Irish/German and my other grandparents were from the Eastern shore of Virginia. My grandfather was a carpenter and his brothers were watermen.I played little league baseball, football and took up golf. We drank water from a hose and shared a bottle of coke at our games. My Dad was in the Navy and served in the Pacific. My uncle was in the Army and served in North Africa fighting Rommel and his Nazis. He was wounded from shrapnel while fighting in his armored vehicle. I worked in the local grocery after high school and on Saturdays. I got paid a whopping $.95 an hour but I paid for my own gas, insurance and had money for dating. I went to work for the Noxzema skin cream Co. which was only a mile from our house. I joined the Navy in 64 and was discharged in 68. My parents moved to Delaware and I joined them after I was discharged. I went to work far a large chemical Co. and met my future wife there. She was a secretary for the group I worked for. We will be married 57 years this September. I was so glad to read about all of the family stories posted.

Scooterboy

Last week I had the occasion to drive past the house I grew up in. My hopes of seeing the home of so many good memories were dashed when I saw that Oberlin College had bought the house and bulldozed it (and several others) to build a new dormitory. So sad!

zeroptzero

I drive by my family home every so often, the house is still in good shape, built in the mid 1960's. I kind of get a bit dizzy when I am in the neighbourhood.in front of my home, it is just an odd feeling.