Ben
I know just what you mean about missing those happy childhood days. We were content with so much less then, and it was a safer world for little kids.
My little brother and I used to walk all over the neighborhood from the time we not much more than toodlers, and my parents didn’t have to worry about us being safe. People looked out for one another then. This was a neighboorhood in Richmond, Calif. and the homes were all built just before the Second World War, all pretty much alike. This was the first home my parents bought after my Dad passed the Bar Exam in 1952. I’m pretty sure they had a VA loan on it. It was a 3 bed 1 bath house. I took my neice to see it in 1995, and it still looked the same as it did in 1954 when we moved from there. And it was just like I had a homing device, I drove right to it, just like I still lived there.
We had a Servel Gas refrigerator and a 36” O’Keffee and Merritt gas stove and a gas floor furnace that you needed a furnace key to turn on and off. I remember standing on the grate while it heated up, until it got too hot and started to burn my feet. We had a GE wringer washer on the service porch off of the kitchen, no dryer, but a nice clothes line that Mom could reel in and out, so she could just stand on the back porch and hang the laundry, and then reel it back in when it was dry.
I used to go next door the Mrs Brennen’s house next door and really just invite myself in, when I was only 3 yrs old,and she treated me like I was an honored guest. We would sit down at her kitchen table and have Ovaltine, just like she was having coffee with an adult. I always felt safe and loved. I’m glad you have those same kind of happy memories too.
Eddie[this post was last edited: 9/14/2018-18:13]