Saturday, February 18, 2012
Through the glass sparkly is what we're looking at here. It's a look through a doctor's office front window next to where we lived on Stevens Avenue. The site used to be a wooden duplex with the Chase family on one side and their grandparents on the other. There were three kids in the family, two boys and a girl. When they moved in that summer, it was exciting, because it meant more players for our pick-up games of backyard baseball, tackle football and after dark games of hide-and-seek. They moved Downeast after about 3-4 years, and soon after we heard that the sister was killed tragically in a car accident. After that, Mom befriended the extremely thin grandmother, who spent most days inside her apartment amid wooden chairs, while her husband worked as a cook at a restaurant in the city. Kids were often cruel to the couple, but after hearing of their plight from Mom, we looked on them kindly. They had so much less then us. For a young kid of 12 , poverty and want were things I never touched.