|12 year old me on the steps up to our 2nd floor apartment - 1954|
The summer of 1954 I was twelve years old.
We lived in a second floor apartment on Boot Road in Downingtown, Pennsylvania.
|Gindy Trailer Manufacturing Co. offices (first floor) - our family lived on the second floor - manufacturing plant is to the left (men on the ladders painting the building)|
|Me with a headlock on my younger brother John - Gindy's in background|
|My brother Isaac with our Mom - Gindy's plant behind them|
We lived rent free in the building because we (our family) was the "watchmen" for the Gindy Trailer Manufacturing Company, the plant of which was right next to the two story brick building we lived in.
|Brother John with one of the Gindy's trucks - our "backyard"|
The first floor of the building were the offices of Gindy's.
My youth may look spartan but folks, I'll take my experience as a teenager over growing up in a place like Grosse Pointe, Michigan or any other frou frou place.
I grew up poor and have been poor most of my life, occasionally reaching the lower middle class for brief periods but only to fall back in upper lower class.
That's probably why I'm not as polished as others and perhaps a bit more needy and insecure but folks, I like me just the way I am.
A recently departed friend with unexpected bitterness, ranted that "I lived in the past." Well, all I can say, guilty as charged. I have my memories, my very fond memories and folks, I'm making new memories every day and I will continue to do so until I no longer am able to take a breath or see the light of the dawn of a new morning.
I have a rich past, having a great time now and have a lot to look forward too.
|Me and our first dog, "Sam", a Chesapeak Bay Retriever mix mongrel - 1954|