Sunday, February 01, 2009

Earliest Memories Of The Ridge Avenue House


  • Being in a crib on the third floor bedroom of my grandparents house on Ridge Avenue in the East Falls Section of Philadelphia. I remember my older brother was in the room with me and I also remember being frighten over a noise in the closet. My brother ran downstairs and left me in the crib. I cried but no one heard me.
  • Watching my grandmother climb out a bedroom window to grab my brother off the second story roof.
  • Watching my grandmother grab my brother off the back yard fence as he was climbing over it.
  • Remembering the bed frame breaking in the second story back bedroom of my grandparents' house. I believe it was the bed my Aunt slept in. I also believe my brother was jumping on it.
  • Sitting on a chair in my grandmother's kitchen watching her roll out dough to bake a pie. I remember she wore a house dress and the front of it was covered in flour.
  • Watching my grandmother wash clothes using a ringer washer. She told me not to get too close or I could get my arm caught in the ringer. I used to have visions of losing my arm in that ringer.
  • Sitting on the basement steps watching my grandfather shovel coal into a furnace. I remember the high flames, a result of the hot burning coals.
  • Spending summer evenings sitting on the front steps of my grandparents' house and looking over to the cemetery (Laurel Hill) across the street and seeing the bats flying out of the trees.
  • Sometimes the Charles truck would come around and my uncles would buy chips and pretzels and surprise me with cookies.
  • Sitting on the front steps of my grandparents' house talking with my grandmother or taking a walk up to the drug store on Allegheny Avenue to buy an ice cream with my grandfather.

  • Remembering the Avon lady pushing a baby carriage with her products. I believe she was the victim of polio.

  • Watching the twilight zone on a television with a little black & white screen and thinking the creature on the television could climb out of the set and get me.

  • Watching Uncle Bill & grandmom getting into an argument over a woman Uncle Bill was seeing and witnessing Uncle Bill running down the stairs holding onto the banister on his way out the front door. The argument was about the woman being a divorcee. Uncle Bill would later marry that woman and have two children.

4 comments:

steveroni said...

Good for Uncle Bill. I say, "P*ss on society in those days. Gosh I don't SOUND like a good catholic boy, do I?

Well, I try to be good...Sometimes it ain't easy, even at MY age. God and I understand each other though. he and I are Buds.
Love
Steve E.

Glad we're back in business. I like you thing on blogspot, OK?

Ruth Ann said...

Pat I remember that Avon lady, her name was Helen Dawson and she belonged to the Presbyterian Church on Midvale Ave. and Vaux she married someone from the church, but I don't remember her married name, but her one hand was twisted and limp. My Aunt Mildred Noll lived on Ridge Ave., she lived there from the 1940's until she passed away in 2001, and in the 1950's she kept her wringer washer in the bathroom and guess what, I did get my hand caught in the ringer, I must have screamed awfully loud because she came running into the bathroom just as I was up to my neck, and I had been warned about not doing that, but I just put the tips of my fingers near it and it just grab me.

Patricia Marie said...

Wow Ruth,
We share some memories.

Hope said...

My father was the minister at the Falls Presbyterian Church until 1955. The comments about Helen Dawson triggered a vague memory of her. I guess it really is a small world.