Well, you're just a couple states over from me! I'm in Illinois. I think John Denver sang a parody song about Toledo. After rolling up the sidewalks, it ended "And here's to the dogs of Toledo, Ohio. Ladies, we bid you goodnight!"
Hi bh. Sorry so slow to post. I had to find it. I hadn't heard it for so long, I wasn't sure if I had it right. Here it is. Let's hope it posts. I'm on a mobile.
It was a small town. I remember kids going from house to house, everybody visited everybody. I remember the Windows opening out like doors, and neighbors talking to each other elbows on the.sills and heads outside. I remember that when it rained the water was warm and most kids would run outside to play in it.
Those are cool memories. :) I'm a small town girl myself. We always knew when a stranger was at the door, because they knocked at the front. Friends and family always came in the back, and the kitchen was where we gathered.
Yeah, in the late 50's, our family would jump in the Impala, put the roof down, and cruise to the Isley's for some ice cream cones. We would sit under the stars and look up in hopes of seeing the Telstar satillite glide past in the warm summer breeze as we licked our cones. We never saw anything.
That's pretty alright. We use to drive to the airport and park outside the fence look at the planes come and go. We would try to come up with stories of those people were and where they were going. I've been in countless flights since, too many to remember. But back then I thought I would never be rich enough to afford a plane ticket. My stories always were about an International Spy, and he was always leaving in a new.adventure.
It wasn't a town. I grew up in a suburb 6 miles from the Sydney CBD. There was still lots of vacant land, a lot of open bushland just a mile away, and we were within easy walking distance of two rivers. It was a pretty relaxed place to live. More like a small town than an undistinguished suburb in a big city.
Everything. I was born in Chicago, and we moved to the suburbs to the West, in 1955. I felt like I was let out of prison into the fresh air. There were no fences back then and flowers everywhere and fruit trees to climb in and kids all around me.
I lived in between a village, where we went to school, and a burg, where we sometimes hung out but we were a few miles from each. I lived on about five acres on the corner of the Dixie and a two lane crossroad that was gravel on one side, behind my folks business. The other two sides were surrounded by 365 acres a guy had as an investment and gave us free reign to use. We had trails to walk, motorcycle and snowmobile on, hills to sled, plenty of room to run, build forts, play and just be kids. On the other side of the crossroad, on both sides of the Dixie were lakes where we had swimming holes, plus a pond we used for skating and hockey. There was a neighborhood a ways down each side of the crossroad a ways and lifelong friendships were made. It was a good place to grow up.
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