Papa’s World – My world growing up and living in a little town in Pa. called Eldred!

Northwestern Pa.

In the midst of the Alleghany hills – amongst the green and lush valleys – sits a little community-

Population – around 800 souls – and back then – I knew almost every one of them!

Eldred Pa.

The town sits on the Alleghany river which eventually flowed into Pittsburg – but – it flowed North first!

Yes – it left Pa. and flowed into NYS before flowing once again South through Pa.

It ends up in Pittsburg some three-plus hours away.

We would be considered the snow belt – some 80 miles south of Lake Erie and Buffalo N.Y.

I helped a friend of mine growing up with his paper route – his name was Brent – and we hung out.

He bought a go-cart with his money and he would let me ride on it.

He was two years older than I and eventually married my cousin.

Funny how that worked out – he graduated and I lost track of him.

The town nestled in the hills.

I would ride my bike everywhere – I had to be home each night for dinner and before the street

lights came on. Every night at 10 o’clock sharp – the siren from the firehouse would blow-

You could hear it all over the town – that was “CURFEW” for the streets –

I think no one under 18 could be out and about!

My first friend I can remember is the girl next door – her name was Sharon – and she had a big brother whom everyone called Sonny “KING” – and he dressed in a black leather motorcycle jacket and slicked his hair back like Elvis!

Sharon and I were like brother and sister – we would watch Lassie together – play on the front porch –

sneak a corncob pipe and gather silk from the corn and smoke –

puff it – in the big red barn behind the house.

We would walk to school together – and our route always was behind the main street along the tracks.

Behind the Eldred Garage and then on the tracks themselves.

Just before the creek – Lynches lived and behind their house was a tree –

like a little island raised up on a piece of land.

We would sit there and play our Kazoo’s together –

“THREE BLIND MICE”

That was all I knew how to play! LOL

She moved away and my sister and her husband moved in right next door!

Bill Luce – on the left – my brother-in-law.

Over his shoulder is the greenhouse I grew up in – my bedroom was the two windows on the second floor –

after my older brother Roger left for college.

Every morning I would wake up to the birds singing in the tree outside that window –

the Sunlight would come streaming in –

There was the main street – highway right out front –

and I would sleep and hear the sound of cars – trucks rolling by –

and then – the accidents that happen right there –

crashes would hit the cars parked there.

Some – I sept right through – others – would jolt me right out of bed.

That curb was where my best friend and I were sitting one early morning after midnight –

he was sleeping over and my parents had gone somewhere –

we got into the hootch under the sink.

My sister came out and grilled us –

“ARE YOU GUYS DRUNK”?

No I said and right at that time a car came

and the lights showed right on my friend – and he got sick –

and threw up all over the place!

” HE IS,” I said! LOL,

my sister always laughed at that and would tell the story many times over and over!

My friend and drinking buddy – lower right-hand corner!

We have reconnected about fifteen years ago at a class reunion –

he spent about a week here last October –

and we played golf once again – after some 55 years have gone by since we last played together!

My brother Roger and Sherry – a few years before he passed away – gone but not forgotten.

He was my hero growing up – ten years older than I –

named WHOS WHO in American colleges

OFFICERS TRAINING SCHOOL and a Lt. in the navy.

His bedroom became mine – when he came back I would sleep on the floor.

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Papa’s World – Memories from the past part NINE!

THE VILLAGES – FLORIDA

Many a day and night spent here in Lake Sumpter – dancing – listening to the live bands.

My brother’s house was within walking distance of the town square.

We would visit him for 6 to 8 weeks after the new year.

Every morning we would get up and walk our three miles early.

MEMORIES of my brother and The Villages.

My brother Roger and some of his friends.

Growing up – he is ten years older – I envisioned him as my hero.

He left for college and never moved back – instead lived in numerous places across the country.

The last ten years of his life were spent in The Villages – at first with his wife – who passed away.

The last six years of his life – we would spend 6 to 8 weeks with him.

He wanted us to move down and be with him.

But – we had too many small growing grandchildren.

MEMORIES of my brother and The Villages.

Roger and Sherry

Sherry loved my brother and he – her – so many things we did together – golfing – happy hours.

We would explore areas outside of the villages –

He owned two golf carts and we would go on all the cart trails.

He knew everyone from memory and short cuts.

We had a app on her phone that gave directions on the miles and miles of cart paths.

MEMORIES of my brother and The Villages.

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MEMORIES OF MY BROTHER ROGER AND IN FLORIDA: THE VILLAGES

In loving memory – my brother Roger – someday we three will meet again.

Papa’s World – my life – memories – for my family.

All my life I have chosen to listen – to observe –

and take it all in – trying to see all sides.

My sister was a master at this!

My older brother often would listen

then in a very thoughtful way – comment.

I have tried to emulate both.

My mother Mary

Small in stature she was – but ruled with a iron will!

She was almost 98 years old when she passed away.

She had outlived her husband and second husband –

One of my brothers and my sister and brother in law

whom both lived right next door and took care of her.

She was a excellent cook as was my dad.

She was known for her baking bread – rolls and pies

all over town.

Often sending them to the doctor or other people in town.

My father every Friday night – we were Catholic –

No meat – would fry at the table on a electric grill –

Salmon patties – pan cakes and his favorite –

oyster soup! ( NOT MINE)

My father was a hunter – fisherman – sportsman.

He also graduated from High School in his Sophomore year

But My grandfather – who taught school for over 50 years

made him take his junior and senior years over again.

Saying he was too young to continue on!

They instilled in me what you read here.

I was like a second family to come along.

My sister was 15 years older and my brother 10 years old

when I was born.

Then along came my younger brother some 4 1/2 years later.

My dad passed at age 59.

But what I remember was that she was quiet – smiling –

but he always listened to her

and I most certainly did also.

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Papa’s World – IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME !

It was dark – only the street lights were on – cold wind – we were bundled up

We started our walk down the street – I was 9 – my brother 5.

It was a cold Winter day – pre dawn –

and we walked behind my mother.

You – see – my parents both worked –

my dad had already left for the oil fields

My Mom – she would be picked up by Oscar and Glady’s in twenty minutes

We – in turn –

would walk to my sister’s apartment –

Where we would lay back down and sleep until breakfast !

So it went – those early years –

my sister and brother in law –

lived a few houses away .

Bill – Donna – Tom

If I could turn back time –

I would love to see them again.

She was the kindest person you could ever meet –

And Bill ( Willy ) –

one of the funniest men you would ever know.

After my grand ma passed away –

it was Donna who watched over me.

She was fifth teen years older than I –

I wanted to be where ever they were.

This was Donna –

always seeing both sides

and understanding .

Bill – was a meat cutter –

truck driver –

police chief and Mayor !

He also played first base on our town team base ball squad.

That is where I first remember him –

as my dad was the manager.

He was fair in what ever he did –

all my friends –

could of been in trouble –

But he wisely led them straight .

He has a nick name for every one of us –

except me –

he called me Tommy –

which endeared me to him.

My gratitude to the both of them is endless –

Both – were always there for me –

Many times –

in H.S. she would talk with me –

( She cut my hair until I was in my twenties )

As would Bill –

It was a small town –

everyone knew your name –

If I could turn back time for just one day –

They all are in heaven now –

I am the last –

But –

The abundance of life comes through the love they gave me –

If I could turn back time –

Just one more hug –

one more smile –

EVERY ONE HAS A STORY

Today –

this is my story –

my thought –

IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

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