Going Home

Some say you can’t go home again, but I did. Last week I went to Avondale – where I grew up. I visited my old house and my friends’ houses in the neighborhood, as well as other special places we frequented. The places all looked very different, but just as beautiful as they always were! Maybe you don’t live close to your old neighborhood so can’t visit, or maybe your neighborhood (or its special places) don’t exist anymore……in that case you can pull out old photos or just your memories to go back home and see it’s beauty again!

The apartment building on North Drake where my friend Dee-Dee lived.
My old house on North Drake Avenue.
The house by the alley on North Drake Avenue where Flo and her family (including her brother who later became my husband) lived.
My first best friend Lori’s house on North Drake Avenue.
The house where my friend Lisa lived(aka Lisa’s Grandpa’s house), and later where my friend Jimmy (I called him James) lived.
My friend Floretta’s house on North Drake Avenue.
The building where my Friend Linda lived on Belmont and Central Park. Her parents owned the tavern in the building.
The building where my friend Marlene lived.
My friend Sue’s house on Melrose Street.
My friend Eva’s house on Monticello.
My friend Lydia’s house on North Ridgeway.
What used to be The dry cleaners on Drake
Avondale park

St. Wenceslaus Church

St. Wenceslaus School, where I went since first grade.

St. Hyacinth- anther church in the area.
Reilly School-the public grade school. I attended kindergarten there.
This used to be a candy store on St. Louis and Barry, that we frequented.
This was Hoppe’s – another store we went to.
This used to be Jimmy’s – a fast food place we’d get beef sandwiches and gravy bread at.
This was my friend Linda’s house on Central Park.

2 thoughts on “Going Home”

  1. So many memories! This really meant a lot to me personally. Very special. I have happy tears! This was an awesome present. Thanks Linda from your first best friend Lori! Merry Christmas.

    1. I’m so glad you like it! That means the world to me. I’m crying good tears too. Happy Holidays my first best friend! 🎄

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