MELGAR posted:Moonson posted:That's part of my childhood hometown neighborhood, in real life.
FrankM
Those hometown neighborhoods from long ago always remain special.
MELGAR
Yes, MELGAR, and those hometown neighborhoods don't even have to remain unchanged, since the best parts of them have been taken with us in our hearts. Concerning my own neighborhood, Duquesne Place, Pennsylvania
has, literally, remained rock-solid, since all of the houses were made of good-old Pennsylvania brick. I have not noticed, when making the occasional nostalgic visit, a single deterioration in the old neighborhood, after all these 70+ years. Of course, the neighbors themselves have changed, but I remember every single one of them from my youth and continue to cherish their place in my heart.
The residents themselves were rock-solid, too, possessed as they were, of authentic morality, excellent work ethics, pride-of-place and of self, and just an all 'round friendliness that welcomed everybody around them, including me, despite my occasional cutting-thru yards, from time to time, in search of balls. I came to know every single one of them, before I left for college out of state.
My first formal job, at 16, after having been "paperboy" for the "Daily News" and "Pittsburgh Press" in that neighborhood since I was twelve, was given to me by a neighbor two doors away (third house on the right)
from my house.
She hired me as "Salad boy" in this Kennywood cafeteria.
I loved that job and her. (Note/credit: This photo may have been taken by Andy Hummell.)
FrankM.
