Tag: Memoir
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A Delinquent at Six – Memoir Continued
A Delinquent at Six I had been walked to school a couple of times by my Mom. After that, I was expected to walk with other kids from the neighborhood heading to school. I did that for a while. One day, I decided on a new plan. When I left the house, I circled around…
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Elyria for a Year – Memoir Continued
Elyria for a Year That was the year I started school, Edison Elementary School, first grade. Miss Beady was my teacher’s name… I think; I was so traumatized by the experience that my memories of that year are more like the slow-motion running, the unfamiliar surroundings and quagmires of a bad dream, a nightmare you…
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Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued
Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued Shortly after that incedent in Beaver Park, certainly within the year, we moved again, to a finished, or partially finished, basement on Yeager Rd., also in Lorain or its outskirts, on the southwest side of the town. It was rather countrified with a long curving…
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Back to Lorain – Memoir Continued
Back to Lorain – Memoir Continued No explanation for the move was forthcoming, but I assume it was because Dad had found another job, in or close to his old hometown. So sometime after my fourth birthday, we moved to a little cottage in Beaver Park overlooking Lake Erie. The park was on the northwest…
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Into the Void – Memoir Continued
Into the Void Dad was playing softball for one of the local league teams. He was to play this day, which was warm and sunny, a perfect day for a ball game. There would be friends there to watch me during the game. Then we would have a picnic and later an ice cream cone.…
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End of a Promising Dance Career – Memoir Continued
End of a Promising Dance Career I must have been very young. I associate this event with the time we lived in Bellefontaine, circa 1950. My mother had taken me to a dance class during the day (I only remember going to one such class). I think I had a pretty good time in class;…
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Following the Job of a Railroad Man – Memoir continured
Following the Job of a Railroad Man Dad had gotten a job on the railroad, for which he traveled back and forth across the state. He decided that Bellefontaine was a more convenient place to work from with his new job. So, at age three, we moved to Bellefontaine, Ohio. We lived there in a…
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Memoir Continued – Taken In
Taken In By Paternal Grandparents We were taken in by my paternal grandparents (William and Dora). They converted their large chicken coop into a small cottage, where we lived for our first couple of years in Ohio. My grandparent’s place was located out on Antrim Road, technically in Elyria, but just south of the Lorain…
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Memoir Continued – The Move
The Move From Boston to Lorain At the tender age of 6 weeks, I was bundled up and packed into Dad’s flashy, vintage 1917 rag-top Buick Roadster; and we set out across the mountains of Massachusetts, New York, and Pennsylvania, on what was called, the Old Mohawk Trail, and finally into Ohio several days later,…
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Dubious Ties – Memoir Continued
Dubious Ties? From shortly after their marriage, and until mid ’47, Mary and Ted ran a dry cleaning store in Dorchester, a suburb of Boston. One of the stories from that time is that there were ‘numbers’ run out of the basement or back room of the business by the local chapter of “the mob,”…
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