Thursday, March 14, 2013

On Live Oak St.- Mama Kat's

It has changed very little, except for all the walnut trees that have been cut down over the years.
I was born in July 1947, my folks moved into this house, just the month before. Seven years later my baby brother came along and we four lived there, until I married in 1967.  It was a typical post war neighborhood.  Lots of kids. Lots of fun. 


This could be the kids in Our neighborhood.
We played together in the street that wasn't called a cul de sac in those days, but a dead end street.  The elementary school we all attended was at the end of that dead end street and we climbed the playground fence on weekends to play and skate on the concrete.  Skate boards were not 'invented' until my brother was a teen.  I had a best friend who lived two doors down, my brother  played with the Johnson kids across the street and mom and dad were friendly, to the end, with several of the couples in the neighborhood.

We were in and out of each others house all day long and no one had ever heard of a play date. When Eisenhower and Stevenson were locked in the 1956 election, we took the side of Stevenson and marched up and down the street, chanting. because the Stevenson kids who lived across the streets, had the same last name.  The fact that most of the neighborhood and my folks were  probably staunchly Republican was lost to us, as we rallied the votes.

I have fond memories of my childhood, it was a carefree time, that could not be captured for my kids even if we lived in the same neighborhood.  My mom and dad lived there until they both passed away.  The hardest thing my brother and I had to do was sell that lovely house and move on when the time came.

5 comments :

  1. Oh, if only life could be like that again! You are right, I don't think any of us can create that same carefree life for our children in today's world... but of course, there are good things about life now!

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  2. It was a different time. Certainly more carefree! I often wonder what I would have been like if my parents had lived in the same place my whole life.

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  3. Today's kids don't know what they're missing. Times were happy then, no worries, no fears, just fun and freedom.

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  4. But those neighborhoods DO still exist. We live in one. We're on a curved street that really isn't good for anything but the people who live on it. The houses all have kids, a lot of them the same age as mine, and we've been here 12 years. My boys were 3.5 and 1 when we moved in, and most of the kids are still here. They just go to a house, knock on the door, and see if anyone is available. Or I should say more accurately, they knock on OUR door..we are THE house where everyone gathers and I wouldn't have it any other way. The boys ride their bikes to school, ride their skateboards in the street, and have to be home by dinner time, which I will text to someone...so that's different I guess ;-)

    Tina @ Life is Good
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  5. Oh yes, those were the days. :)

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