The Mettimanos, The Waganasts, The Saunders, The Jahraus's, Mrs. Rose (the lady that slept in her car and told mom that Monte wasn't normal because he used to hit a tennis ball against the house with a hockey stick?)
Beth
Not to be macabre but I remember waking up to a news report on CKXL of the car accident on Memorial Drive and Edmonton Trail (do I have this correct?) when Oscar Weganast died of internal injuries. What a tragedy for their family.
Gillan
The day Gudrun and Mario came to live for a while. The Vietnamese father and son who we sponsored who cooked BBQ chicken in our oven by mixing catsup and mustard. They asked if they could live permanently in our garage. The foster Indian children who were shy, one of the boys being quite an artist who drew eagles.
Gillan
Yes Brother Cow and his sons Martin and Augustine lived with us. He and I share the kitchen…..they ate their food and we ate ours……he would have cooked for us all…..what was I thinking?
Mom
Mr and Mrs. Saunders(?) I am probably way off on the name. 2 doors west. They had a real tiger or cheetah skin rug with the head on. They had a skunk as a pet. Mom detested the guy.
Gillan
The neighbor’s with Dobermans that could jump their fence – having to go down the alley to get home from school to avoid them.
Marji
The nutso woman that slept in her car was Mrs. Ross.
Grandma Rose lived across the street in between Mr. Hall and ??
And did anyone else get the irony in the neighbor across the street who was blind but his name was Mr. Seeright?
Lori
How about Mr. MacDonnel telling mother that he thought that we had good kids in spite of what the neighbors thought, He meant it as a compliment.
Dad
The Mettamanos were the best neighbors we ever had. We have kept in touch with them over the years. Frankie and Julio were good friends to Marsh.
When they moved in Silvio offered Dad a gift bottle of wine ...to forestall any awkwardness in the future Dad shook his head no thanks and tried to explain in sign language (Silvio's English wasn't any better than Dad's Italian)that we didn't drink wine...all to no avail...Silvio turned away hurt and confused. Not wanting to hurt our new neighbors we got Nick Machere to go over to the Mettamanos with Dad ....fortunately Nick came from the same region in Italy as the M's did. When he explained (in Italian) our situation they all burst out laughing shook and shook Dad's and Nick's hands offered them Gingerale and all was well. Marsh often got asked to eat supper there (how I wished they would ask me) and Grandma always said no wine, in the food to reassure me. I cried the day they moved away.
Mom
Did you ever think about the number of kids in our neighborhood that lived with their grandparents? I came up with 5.
Lori
It has been mentioned I detested Mr. Saunders…..I don’t think anyone was really crazy about him…..but yes he was a burr under my saddle for sure. He was the self-appointed Street Monitor and he wasn’t shy about telling us what we were doing wrong from the get go. He had embarrassed me and made fun of something I did and I felt very angry with him. I had some wicked feelings toward him and when we went to Education Days and had a class on asking forgiveness I took it seriously and went over to Mr. Saunders and asked him to forgive me for thinking bad things about him……he didn’t know what I was talking about (I think it was Happy Hour) but I felt better.
Mom
Oscar Weganast’s pigeons and hence pigeon eggs. Lots of event came out of that cache of ammunition.
Gillan
Anyone recall Oscar Weganast's (we used to call he and Kenny "the Wigglebums"- get it?) little metal and wood open- top trailer his dad built him to be pulled behind his bike? He used it for his papers I think and to haul kids around.
Gillan
Who was the German couple whose wife joined the church just a few doors east of our house? Her name starts with a B I think.
Gillan
There was a little bush in the Jarus' yard near the sidewalk in the corner of the yard that produced some funky little flowers that were pinkish/whitish and had several little parts to them and went along with a story of some kind. Honey suckle blossoms in the neighborhood also come to mind.
Gillan
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