When Laurie posted the image on Facebook, I was caught completely by surprise. My eyes filled with tears and I stopped breathing. I had no pictures. My mother had saved a few, but by the time my brother and I cleaned the house after mom passed, the pictures were gone. Mom loved Celeste, too. A …
Category Archives: Pottstown
summer rain, 1972
This is an older post from a November 2009 blog: Barry was a runner. He stood in the half light by the back door of the ward, his eyes almost closed. He rocked gently as he shifted his weight from left foot to right foot and back. He was tall and thin; so thin that …
Dick’s store
Dick Nieman’s store was just up the alley from my home in Pottstown. It was a small place, but played a big part in everyone’s lives. It was a time when small grocers existed in every neighborhood, but were starting to feel the loss of revenue from the large markets that opened. A&P, Acme, Weis- …
meter cheater, 1973
A bit silly to go to lengths to avoid paying nickles for parking, I readily admit. There was a challenge, though, and it was well met. This story was on the evening news then on the front page of the next morning’s paper. I was livid. How dare they! I wanted to storm the newspaper …
surprising glance
I can now say that facebook has made a positive contribution to my life. I belong to an fb group of generally older people who grew up in my hometown – Pottstown – and use the group to reminisce. I made a post about where I was on November 22, 1963, (John Boyd’s sixth grade …
baptistbaptist store
My earliest memories are of little me in this neighborhood. Going next door to Dot Raidey’s kitchen to help myself to cookies from the drawer under her stove. Wiping out in a snow saucer with my mom, her laughing, face covered with snow, picking up her glasses that are also covered with snow. It was …