When I was about 5 years old, I thought it was the most exciting street in the world. The trolleys went clanging be, open air ones in the summer. The long red brick wall that housed the Old Ladies Home. The row of houses with porches and at least 13 steps per stoop to the porch, little square front yards, and dark mysterious airy-ways ( entries) to the basement floor, with
huge wrought iron grills for protection. There was a Rose of Sharon tree in the center of our front yard, the rest of it was cemented over.
Late summer nights were the most fun. It was too hot to stay in the house, so everyone on the block would sit on the steps or drag chairs to make a group and gossip or tell jokes and eat
Italian lemon ice. Uncle lOuis was the mayor of the block and the star comedian.
One night he told a really scarey story. The "black hand", la mano nera, collected protection money from local workers. Someone didn't pay up and these villains left a package on his doorstep, that looked like an Easter present. The man's children picked up the package. It blew his little girl's head off. The head landed on the fireplace mantel. This tory was in the Daily News with pictures. The Shadow of fear decended on the entire group.
2 comments:
Hi, We can't wait to hear the rest of the story! Very suspenseful. Did the little girl's head really get blown off, or was that a myth?
On a separate note, we have a suggestion in terms of formatting. In case anyone new comes to the blog, you might want to put at the beginning of each entry the year you are talking about, or some other kind of framing reference. Also, when you have time, you can edit the "About" section of the blog to give people a sense of who you are now and where you are coming from. Keep it coming!!!!! Love Always, A
Hi. this is fun to see the stories you've told in writing. I can't wait to read more.
You are very technology saavy!
Love, Chris
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