Day Six:
strange fact: The house I grew up in--6337 Chatham Avenue in Wellston, Missouri--just sold in February of this year for $4,610. They must not have known that I used to live there. Would have sold for millions no doubt. 
Looks to be in fairly good shape though nothing that used to be around it is still there. Well, it was built in 1910 or something like that. Despite the changes--brings back memories. I had a great childhood. It was a real neighborhood. Cousins lived right up the street. Chatham Bible Church was there as well. (The church building is still there!) Greatest bakery in history was at the top of the street--Krausse's or something like that. Walked or rode bikes everywhere. Played every sport imaginable in the streets and alleys. Give me three friends and we could play Indian Ball on the concrete lot by the old high school. I have no idea why they called it Indian Ball. Played basketball for hours behind my cousin Ed's house as a boy. Later played pickup games behind the Catholic school. Grandma Blackburn lived right behind us. On days home from school "sick," we would spend time playing checkers. She was a fierce competitor--no breaks for grandson. Developed some loves there--in addition to basketball, baseball, Cardinal baseball, sycamores, iris, Rose of Sharons for the hummingbirds, cats, bleeding hearts--get some things in your system, can't get them out. Good thing! So many memories. Thank you, Lord! Wouldn't be me without them. I suppose that's a scary thought to some people. Priorities were family, friends, playing outside 'til dark, church three times a week--at least (they gave out the best boxes of Christmas candy), coffee cake on Sunday morning. "There Is nothing more extraordinary than the ordinary."--Longfellow. So many things to be thankful in this life--brief and fast-paced as it is. Take the time to recall the blessings of your youth!
Looks to be in fairly good shape though nothing that used to be around it is still there. Well, it was built in 1910 or something like that. Despite the changes--brings back memories. I had a great childhood. It was a real neighborhood. Cousins lived right up the street. Chatham Bible Church was there as well. (The church building is still there!) Greatest bakery in history was at the top of the street--Krausse's or something like that. Walked or rode bikes everywhere. Played every sport imaginable in the streets and alleys. Give me three friends and we could play Indian Ball on the concrete lot by the old high school. I have no idea why they called it Indian Ball. Played basketball for hours behind my cousin Ed's house as a boy. Later played pickup games behind the Catholic school. Grandma Blackburn lived right behind us. On days home from school "sick," we would spend time playing checkers. She was a fierce competitor--no breaks for grandson. Developed some loves there--in addition to basketball, baseball, Cardinal baseball, sycamores, iris, Rose of Sharons for the hummingbirds, cats, bleeding hearts--get some things in your system, can't get them out. Good thing! So many memories. Thank you, Lord! Wouldn't be me without them. I suppose that's a scary thought to some people. Priorities were family, friends, playing outside 'til dark, church three times a week--at least (they gave out the best boxes of Christmas candy), coffee cake on Sunday morning. "There Is nothing more extraordinary than the ordinary."--Longfellow. So many things to be thankful in this life--brief and fast-paced as it is. Take the time to recall the blessings of your youth!
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