Things change it's a fact of life. Some changes are more drastic than others. In January as I walked the old sidewalks of Carthage in Cincinnati it brought back memories of my youth.
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The fair grounds, every year we would go to the fair. One year I was so scared to exit the fun house via the slide, Dad had to come and calmly talk me out. Too many crazy cartoons. |
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One of the lovely brick houses in Carthage. |
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This is the house I grew up in. The porch has been taken down, the picket fence removed, and the lilac bushes torn out, it is now an auto parts place. |
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The park across the street from the house. We spent our summers in the pool, playing games, doing crafts, riding bicycles and general running around as children do. |
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I walked this sidewalk every school day I was able to go to school. I don't remember it ever being so dirty. |
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Elementary school. It's now a community center. The floors shined in this school they were so clean. |
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Singing in the church choir was one of my passions as a child, these doors were recently refinished. |
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Originally this was a fire hall, long before I came along. |
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I loved the ornamentation of this building, it needs some TLC. |
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This is where Mom gets her hair done, it's a busy place. |
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A side door to what was a drug store. I remember frequenting the soda fountain after high school. One day a large boy asked for the usual, I was so embarrassed for him when the woman said in a nasty tone"And what is the usual?" |
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This was also a drug store. |
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Hodapp's funeral home, The outside hasn't changed much. I have viewed many a loved one at Hodapp's. When I had my back operations they gave us a stretcher so I could go places if need be. They also drove me to the hospital on a number of occasions. |
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Colonial |
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Victorian |
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Craftsman. Three styles of architecture all on one block. |
Going back in winter, it seamed so bleak with all the bare trees, so much grey. I was grateful for the brightly painted buildings with their decorative facades. Old and loved, old and used with neglect, it's all their.
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