A Little Nostalgia and a Big Hooray! v. 38

12 Maple Place

Bob and I have been together for 34 years this month.  In that time, I have heard the Meyer family recite a litany of their childhood addresses, with stories related to each house, and the names and locations of ballfields, playgrounds, and playmates' homes.  We made a little pilgrimage to Clifton and Spring Lake, New Jersey, to remember once again.

12 Maple Place- Where Bob was playing in the backyard pool and the priest from St. Paul's, which happened to share a back fence, came out and said they needed a server so get dressed and get to church.  And...Where Jimmy McGuire cut off Bob's finger while they were playing with an ax.
214 Washington Ave- Where Grandpa Meyer grew up and Bob lived as a teen, and his brother found and hung out the attic window this really interesting flag brought back from WWII which happened to have a swastika on it.  His Dad came home from work, saw the display, and ran upstairs to pull it in before the Jewish survivors next door - or anyone else - could see it!
New York Athletic Club- Bob's home away from home as he wrestled for them 3 nights a week.
164 DeMott- Across the street from Aunti Ann's house, where Bob told Chris Hoey to throw a hammer at his head as he ran out of the garage.  Bob didn't play with Chris very much after that, since his Mom blamed Chris and sent him home saying Bobby wouldn't be so stupid as to tell someone to throw a hammer at his head.

164 DeMott

 167 DeMott Ave (Aunti Ann's House)

 We picked up chestnuts at the park in Clifton, and ate at an old favorite- the Midtown Grill.

 
Bob explained the playground hierarchy at St. Paul's grammar school, and we found the stained glass windows donated by his grandfather.

We took a walk around Spring Lake, and made friends with the new owner of 310 Salem Ave.

So what about me?  I grew up in one house in Cheektowaga, NY. I can tell you where Casey Keilbasa (yes, his real name) and Edmund Lucy (also his real name) lived.  I never told anyone to throw a hammer at my head, and I wasn't lucky enough to live within walking distance of my aunts or grandparents.  I'm not as good a story teller as Bob either, so maybe that's why my early life seems kind of uneventful...

But anyway, here is my house,minus the big evergreens that were in the front yard-

And here is Infant of Prague Church (the front door anyway) where we got married-

And on that note, the BIG HOORAY-

Danny and Lindsey are engaged!