149 Guy St
When I lived there, we had a phone number with four digits, no exchange and no area codes yet. And an operator connected all your calls. This was a house on a steep hill where we rented until the Southgate Road house was built. Let me tell you, it was steep hill!
It had a coal furnace. It was in much more rundown condition then. Another kid jumped from the porch to the driveway below. It hurt! A robin built a nest in the evergreen on the left one year. I burned ants with a magnifying glass on the front walk. And the family doc would finish his office hours and come around in the evening to give you a shot in the ass. Imagine being ill all day and dreading the visit and that shot!
It was a tiny house but packed with memories. All these years gone by and it’s still there.
…it just breathes ‘nostalgic’, with that great wrap-around porch and gabled roofs–almost a ‘cookie cutter’ of a childhood home. and yes, we too roasted ants with a magnifying glass on the sidewalk of our Rochester, N.Y., childhood home with its screened-in front porch. We (almost) jumped off the porch roof after watching Mary Martin play Peter Pan on TV — with me trying to convince my friends that all we had to do was think ‘happy thoughts’. Thanks for the memories.
August 11, 2015 at 7:54 am