Ever since I realized that the house I bought last year is literally 20 (or so) blocks from where my grandparents lived when my dad was born in 1930 I am constantly reminded of another world.
Al Capone ruled this area in the 1930’s
Remember those old phones?
My grandpa was able to move out of what I imagine was a pretty tough neighborhood into the suburbs where he had a house built.
All my childhood I was drawn t0 this kind, gentle old man. I sometimes stayed with my grandparents and my grandma would send me down the street to greet my grandpa as he got off the train from work. I remember holding his hand as we walked down the winding street home…to the very last house.
Later I heard he was a big drinker…
This weekend my daughter and I happened to pass the cemetery where my dad, grandparents, aunt and their extended family are buried.
My grandma’s ashes sat in a cabinet for more than 20 years even though she had this resting place next to her husband. My dad died in 2010 and we had their ashes buried together.
I need to arrange to have the stone finished…. because nobody else in my family will.