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nrhp # 16000527- The Brightwells Mill Complex historic 19th-century mill complex at 684 Brightwells Mill Road in Madison Heights, Amherst County, Virginia. It includes a reconstructed 1826 wood-frame mill, dam, miller's house, a number of outbuildings, and a small cemetery. The dam and mill both date to 1942, when a flash flood destroyed 19th-century structures. The mill was rebuilt using materials salvaged from the 1826 mill, while the dam was rebuilt in concrete. The mill was used to process the grain of local farmers until 1965.[2]
The complex was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 2016.
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She says she's no good with words but I’m worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
And weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."
I’m two quarters and a heart down
And I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
I need them just to get by
We will own your thoughts
We'll own the songs stuck in your head
We'll leave you kicking and screaming so you can thank us in the end
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd look
If they knew how misery loved me
(I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me, crawling into bed with me)
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
I’m two quarters and a heart down
And I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all i have so I write them
I need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (with love)
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd look
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (with love)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Fall Out Boy
Railway maintenance vehical crossing a trestle (moving backwards and toward us) over the James River near Lynchburg, Virginia.
This set is a combination of two local events. The first is a monthly holiday dinner at one of senior’s co-ops, while the second was the celebration of the Chinese New Year.
Our small Asian (senior) community devoted themselves to months of practice, in learning songs of English to add to the entertainment of their New Year celebration event. All were invited to join in and share in the festivities of magic and songs, not to mention… dumplings. :D
It’s seldom that I have opportunity to see and hear Asian A cappella, or to watch the accordion play, so this was a real treat for me. Their efforts are extraodinary in sharing and infiltrating their culture and customs into the American way of life.
These photos were taken hand-held, available light. If I had to have an excuse – that’s the one I’m gonna go with. ;)
Michigan is experiencing some of the warmest weather that I have ever experienced for a January... we've had little to no snow... and today it even climbed to 55 degrees.
But, it also does provide some great, crisp sunsets... :)
The truck fairy brings it!
In this case, crossing a trestle over the James River near Lynchburg, Virginia.
This store was built in 1962 as an E.J. Korvette store. Korvettes closed around 1980 and Kmart opened on February 26th, 1981. Around 1999 - 2000 the Kmart store was expanded into a Super Kmart. The store closed in December 2014.
Former Korvettes / Kmart / Super Kmart - John R Road - Madison Heights - Michigan
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This store was built in 1962 as an E.J. Korvette store. Korvettes closed around 1980 and Kmart opened on February 26th, 1981. Around 1999 - 2000 the Kmart store was expanded into a Super Kmart. The store closed in December 2014.
Former Korvettes / Kmart / Super Kmart - John R Road - Madison Heights - Michigan
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This store was built in 1962 as an E.J. Korvette store. Korvettes closed around 1980 and Kmart opened on February 26th, 1981. Around 1999 - 2000 the Kmart store was expanded into a Super Kmart. The store closed in December 2014.
Former Korvettes / Kmart / Super Kmart - John R Road - Madison Heights - Michigan
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This store was built in 1962 as an E.J. Korvette store. Korvettes closed around 1980 and Kmart opened on February 26th, 1981. Around 1999 - 2000 the Kmart store was expanded into a Super Kmart. The store closed in December 2014.
Former Korvettes / Kmart / Super Kmart - John R Road - Madison Heights - Michigan
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RadioShack - West 12 Mile Road and John R Road - Madison Heights, Michigan
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This location opened in early 2015 attached to a small shopping center. There are also som interior seating and a drive-thru. This was built as Checkers.
Checkers - West 14 Mile Road - Madison Heights, Michigan
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nrhp # 16000527- The Brightwells Mill Complex historic 19th-century mill complex at 684 Brightwells Mill Road in Madison Heights, Amherst County, Virginia. It includes a reconstructed 1826 wood-frame mill, dam, miller's house, a number of outbuildings, and a small cemetery. The dam and mill both date to 1942, when a flash flood destroyed 19th-century structures. The mill was rebuilt using materials salvaged from the 1826 mill, while the dam was rebuilt in concrete. The mill was used to process the grain of local farmers until 1965.[2]
The complex was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 2016.
from Wikipedia
This store was built in 1962 as an E.J. Korvette store. Korvettes closed around 1980 and Kmart opened on February 26th, 1981. Around 1999 - 2000 the Kmart store was expanded into a Super Kmart. The store closed in December 2014.
Former Korvettes / Kmart / Super Kmart - John R Road - Madison Heights - Michigan
If you want to use this photo please contact me (Nicholas Eckhart) in one of the following ways:
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nrhp # 16000527- The Brightwells Mill Complex historic 19th-century mill complex at 684 Brightwells Mill Road in Madison Heights, Amherst County, Virginia. It includes a reconstructed 1826 wood-frame mill, dam, miller's house, a number of outbuildings, and a small cemetery. The dam and mill both date to 1942, when a flash flood destroyed 19th-century structures. The mill was rebuilt using materials salvaged from the 1826 mill, while the dam was rebuilt in concrete. The mill was used to process the grain of local farmers until 1965.[2]
The complex was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 2016.
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Here is a video of my 6th birthday party where many of my kindergarten friends were invited. I'm wearing the same dress.
Our elementary school did not have yearbooks so unfortunately, I don't remember everyone's names. After Kindergarten came Team 1 (grades 1&2), Team 2 (grades 3&4), Team 3 (grades 5&6). I didn't know what a "grade" was until I moved to South Bend, IN in third grade.
Martha Campbell Elementary was one of the coolest, most progressive schools I've ever seen. In addition to moving chalkboards separating the classrooms, there was an area in the middle of the building where we could work independently. Aside from the Kindergarten room, gym and art room, there were no walls separating the rooms. We learned the phonetic alphabet until Team 2 and were slowly weaned into the 26 letter alphabet through a series of books. I remember a parent-teacher meeting that I went to with my mom and I asked her to have the teacher (Mr. Tillman) teach me the regular alphabet because I couldn't read anything outside of the classroom! I now know that was very instrumental in my grasp of language.
After I moved back to Michigan in 1979 and had kids in the 90s, I was curious about my education and began to investigate. The school was funded by a Kettering Foundation subgroup called I | D | E | A. I tried to track down any photos and documentaries (someone told me it existed) but was unsuccessful. All of our teachers were very young, with the exception of Mrs. Jacob, Mr. Bill Tillman (whose daughter, I just found out, has been teaching my kids at Ferndale High School!) and our principal, Mrs. Kitty Dagy. Campbell is where "NEW MATH" drove my parents insane! I remember being so frustrated that my parents could not help me with my math homework.
I was born in Detroit, Michigan on February 21, 1962. We moved to Grand Rapids in 1963 and then back to suburban Detroit (Madison Heights) in 1965 a week after my sister, Suzy, was born.
In the fall of 1970, we moved to South Bend, Indiana and when we did our neighbors in Madison Heights gave us this booklet. I came across it around 1998 in my mom's photo albums. I probably hadn't seen it since 1970. I thought it was the neatest keepsake, and still do!
I scanned each page and they appear in order here. My mom told me that Mrs. Barb Lambert (our neighbor) made this for us. We stay in touch with a few of these neighbors when the holidays approach. Unfortunately, I lost touch with Michelle Robinson, the person sleeping in the bed next to me . Her parents divorced shortly after we moved to Indiana and her mom remarried and moved them to Ft. Wayne. She was my only girl friend while we lived at 1621 Windemere from 1965 to 1970.
I was surrounded by *eight* neighbor boys on Windemere (which had a tremendous impact on my athletic ability and achievements)! Michelle lived a few streets down in the same sub. I'm guessing that we were 7 or 8 years old in the picture. Mike Lambert was my best boy friend. I don't recall Michelle coming down to my house and playing with my neighbors. The majority of the time I played with Mike and Jim Crampton. Even though they were best friends, I never felt like a third wheel. Don't get me wrong, we fought but I always felt like one of the gang.
We used to catch bees with glass jars and lids on the bushes between Crampton's and our house. "Dibs" was a much heard word during the summer when we were catching bees. When berry clusters would grow on the tree in front of our house, we would get into big trouble because we'd have stains over all of our hands and clothes.
In the spring of 1967, my parents decided to install a built-in pool. I remember walking home from Martha Campbell Elementary for lunch and watching the workers dig the huge hole in our backyard, then slowly shape it into a 16'x32' rectangle. My dad never resisted an opportunity to coerce my mom to the deep end so he could push her in. The image I have of him jumping off of the diving board with his left hand up in the air and his right hand clamping his nose can never be erased from my memory!
A few years back, my sister Suzy and I had all of our parents' 8mm and Super8 transferred to videotape. I think we get the biggest kick out of watching all the parents make fools of themselves during the infamous pool party they had one summer evening.
My parents had a simple rule about having other kids in the neighborhoodcome over to swim: Your Parent Must be Present! I don't remember having a lot of friends over all the time, basically just the same neighbor kids. The Cramptons (neighbors to the east of us) had an above-ground pool and they tended to stay in their yard mostly. It almost seemed like a competition, to me, to see who could lure the most neighbors over to make the other jealous. Having your own pool usually meant you weren't invited to the pool of the neighbor who also had one!
In the summer, Mrs. Lambert would plant snapdragons on the east side of their garage. I remember always picking them, making the upper and lower parts move to make it look like they were talking. There was also the summer that Mr. Lambert spent pounding asphalt in between the abstract slate tiles on their back porch. I remember helping him often.
Then theres' the event that no one will ever forget....MY MOM STEPPING ON THE ELECTRIC CHARCOAL LIGHTER! We had sliding glass doors leading out from our living room to our patio. After it wasn't needed anymore it was placed on the ground to cool. When my mom came out through the door, she stepped on it and branded a huge "C" on her foot. Thank God, we had a built-in pool.
Being that it was the late 60s, my mom and her friends were avid Cosmo readers. I'll never forget the bikini bathing suit that all the women were busy crocheting in our backyard. On display here.
Martha Campbell Elementary : a school like no other I had ever seen or been a part of
South Bend: Sixth Grade: Singing with The Carpenters & Little League Baseball
Graphic version of this story: members.aol.com/kbbondie/memories.html
I was born in Detroit, Michigan on February 21, 1962. We moved to Grand Rapids in 1963 and then back to suburban Detroit (Madison Heights) in 1965 a week after my sister, Suzy, was born.
In the fall of 1970, we moved to South Bend, Indiana and when we did our neighbors in Madison Heights gave us this booklet. I came across it around 1998 in my mom's photo albums. I probably hadn't seen it since 1970. I thought it was the neatest keepsake, and still do!
I scanned each page and they appear in order here. My mom told me that Mrs. Barb Lambert (our neighbor) made this for us. We stay in touch with a few of these neighbors when the holidays approach. Unfortunately, I lost touch with Michelle Robinson, the person sleeping in the bed next to me . Her parents divorced shortly after we moved to Indiana and her mom remarried and moved them to Ft. Wayne. She was my only girl friend while we lived at 1621 Windemere from 1965 to 1970.
I was surrounded by *eight* neighbor boys on Windemere (which had a tremendous impact on my athletic ability and achievements)! Michelle lived a few streets down in the same sub. I'm guessing that we were 7 or 8 years old in the picture. Mike Lambert was my best boy friend. I don't recall Michelle coming down to my house and playing with my neighbors. The majority of the time I played with Mike and Jim Crampton. Even though they were best friends, I never felt like a third wheel. Don't get me wrong, we fought but I always felt like one of the gang.
We used to catch bees with glass jars and lids on the bushes between Crampton's and our house. "Dibs" was a much heard word during the summer when we were catching bees. When berry clusters would grow on the tree in front of our house, we would get into big trouble because we'd have stains over all of our hands and clothes.
In the spring of 1967, my parents decided to install a built-in pool. I remember walking home from Martha Campbell Elementary for lunch and watching the workers dig the huge hole in our backyard, then slowly shape it into a 16'x32' rectangle. My dad never resisted an opportunity to coerce my mom to the deep end so he could push her in. The image I have of him jumping off of the diving board with his left hand up in the air and his right hand clamping his nose can never be erased from my memory!
A few years back, my sister Suzy and I had all of our parents' 8mm and Super8 transferred to videotape. I think we get the biggest kick out of watching all the parents make fools of themselves during the infamous pool party they had one summer evening.
My parents had a simple rule about having other kids in the neighborhoodcome over to swim: Your Parent Must be Present! I don't remember having a lot of friends over all the time, basically just the same neighbor kids. The Cramptons (neighbors to the east of us) had an above-ground pool and they tended to stay in their yard mostly. It almost seemed like a competition, to me, to see who could lure the most neighbors over to make the other jealous. Having your own pool usually meant you weren't invited to the pool of the neighbor who also had one!
In the summer, Mrs. Lambert would plant snapdragons on the east side of their garage. I remember always picking them, making the upper and lower parts move to make it look like they were talking. There was also the summer that Mr. Lambert spent pounding asphalt in between the abstract slate tiles on their back porch. I remember helping him often.
Then theres' the event that no one will ever forget....MY MOM STEPPING ON THE ELECTRIC CHARCOAL LIGHTER! We had sliding glass doors leading out from our living room to our patio. After it wasn't needed anymore it was placed on the ground to cool. When my mom came out through the door, she stepped on it and branded a huge "C" on her foot. Thank God, we had a built-in pool.
Being that it was the late 60s, my mom and her friends were avid Cosmo readers. I'll never forget the bikini bathing suit that all the women were busy crocheting in our backyard. On display here.
Martha Campbell Elementary : a school like no other I had ever seen or been a part of
South Bend: Sixth Grade: Singing with The Carpenters & Little League Baseball
Graphic version of this story: members.aol.com/kbbondie/memories.html
I was born in Detroit, Michigan on February 21, 1962. We moved to Grand Rapids in 1963 and then back to suburban Detroit (Madison Heights) in 1965 a week after my sister, Suzy, was born.
In the fall of 1970, we moved to South Bend, Indiana and when we did our neighbors in Madison Heights gave us this booklet. I came across it around 1998 in my mom's photo albums. I probably hadn't seen it since 1970. I thought it was the neatest keepsake, and still do!
I scanned each page and they appear in order here. My mom told me that Mrs. Barb Lambert (our neighbor) made this for us. We stay in touch with a few of these neighbors when the holidays approach. Unfortunately, I lost touch with Michelle Robinson, the person sleeping in the bed next to me . Her parents divorced shortly after we moved to Indiana and her mom remarried and moved them to Ft. Wayne. She was my only girl friend while we lived at 1621 Windemere from 1965 to 1970.
I was surrounded by *eight* neighbor boys on Windemere (which had a tremendous impact on my athletic ability and achievements)! Michelle lived a few streets down in the same sub. I'm guessing that we were 7 or 8 years old in the picture. Mike Lambert was my best boy friend. I don't recall Michelle coming down to my house and playing with my neighbors. The majority of the time I played with Mike and Jim Crampton. Even though they were best friends, I never felt like a third wheel. Don't get me wrong, we fought but I always felt like one of the gang.
We used to catch bees with glass jars and lids on the bushes between Crampton's and our house. "Dibs" was a much heard word during the summer when we were catching bees. When berry clusters would grow on the tree in front of our house, we would get into big trouble because we'd have stains over all of our hands and clothes.
In the spring of 1967, my parents decided to install a built-in pool. I remember walking home from Martha Campbell Elementary for lunch and watching the workers dig the huge hole in our backyard, then slowly shape it into a 16'x32' rectangle. My dad never resisted an opportunity to coerce my mom to the deep end so he could push her in. The image I have of him jumping off of the diving board with his left hand up in the air and his right hand clamping his nose can never be erased from my memory!
A few years back, my sister Suzy and I had all of our parents' 8mm and Super8 transferred to videotape. I think we get the biggest kick out of watching all the parents make fools of themselves during the infamous pool party they had one summer evening.
My parents had a simple rule about having other kids in the neighborhoodcome over to swim: Your Parent Must be Present! I don't remember having a lot of friends over all the time, basically just the same neighbor kids. The Cramptons (neighbors to the east of us) had an above-ground pool and they tended to stay in their yard mostly. It almost seemed like a competition, to me, to see who could lure the most neighbors over to make the other jealous. Having your own pool usually meant you weren't invited to the pool of the neighbor who also had one!
In the summer, Mrs. Lambert would plant snapdragons on the east side of their garage. I remember always picking them, making the upper and lower parts move to make it look like they were talking. There was also the summer that Mr. Lambert spent pounding asphalt in between the abstract slate tiles on their back porch. I remember helping him often.
Then theres' the event that no one will ever forget....MY MOM STEPPING ON THE ELECTRIC CHARCOAL LIGHTER! We had sliding glass doors leading out from our living room to our patio. After it wasn't needed anymore it was placed on the ground to cool. When my mom came out through the door, she stepped on it and branded a huge "C" on her foot. Thank God, we had a built-in pool.
Being that it was the late 60s, my mom and her friends were avid Cosmo readers. I'll never forget the bikini bathing suit that all the women were busy crocheting in our backyard by the pool in 1968! On display here.
Martha Campbell Elementary : a school like no other I had ever seen or been a part of
South Bend: Sixth Grade: Singing with The Carpenters & Little League Baseball
Graphic version of this story: members.aol.com/kbbondie/memories.html
I was born in Detroit, Michigan on February 21, 1962. We moved to Grand Rapids in 1963 and then back to suburban Detroit (Madison Heights) in 1965 a week after my sister, Suzy, was born.
In the fall of 1970, we moved to South Bend, Indiana and when we did our neighbors in Madison Heights gave us this booklet. I came across it around 1998 in my mom's photo albums. I probably hadn't seen it since 1970. I thought it was the neatest keepsake, and still do!
I scanned each page and they appear in order here. My mom told me that Mrs. Barb Lambert (our neighbor) made this for us. We stay in touch with a few of these neighbors when the holidays approach. Unfortunately, I lost touch with Michelle Robinson, the person sleeping in the bed next to me . Her parents divorced shortly after we moved to Indiana and her mom remarried and moved them to Ft. Wayne. She was my only girl friend while we lived at 1621 Windemere from 1965 to 1970.
I was surrounded by *eight* neighbor boys on Windemere (which had a tremendous impact on my athletic ability and achievements)! Michelle lived a few streets down in the same sub. I'm guessing that we were 7 or 8 years old in the picture. Mike Lambert was my best boy friend. I don't recall Michelle coming down to my house and playing with my neighbors. The majority of the time I played with Mike and Jim Crampton. Even though they were best friends, I never felt like a third wheel. Don't get me wrong, we fought but I always felt like one of the gang.
We used to catch bees with glass jars and lids on the bushes between Crampton's and our house. "Dibs" was a much heard word during the summer when we were catching bees. When berry clusters would grow on the tree in front of our house, we would get into big trouble because we'd have stains over all of our hands and clothes.
In the spring of 1967, my parents decided to install a built-in pool. I remember walking home from Martha Campbell Elementary for lunch and watching the workers dig the huge hole in our backyard, then slowly shape it into a 16'x32' rectangle. My dad never resisted an opportunity to coerce my mom to the deep end so he could push her in. The image I have of him jumping off of the diving board with his left hand up in the air and his right hand clamping his nose can never be erased from my memory!
A few years back, my sister Suzy and I had all of our parents' 8mm and Super8 transferred to videotape. I think we get the biggest kick out of watching all the parents make fools of themselves during the infamous pool party they had one summer evening.
My parents had a simple rule about having other kids in the neighborhoodcome over to swim: Your Parent Must be Present! I don't remember having a lot of friends over all the time, basically just the same neighbor kids. The Cramptons (neighbors to the east of us) had an above-ground pool and they tended to stay in their yard mostly. It almost seemed like a competition, to me, to see who could lure the most neighbors over to make the other jealous. Having your own pool usually meant you weren't invited to the pool of the neighbor who also had one!
In the summer, Mrs. Lambert would plant snapdragons on the east side of their garage. I remember always picking them, making the upper and lower parts move to make it look like they were talking. There was also the summer that Mr. Lambert spent pounding asphalt in between the abstract slate tiles on their back porch. I remember helping him often.
Then theres' the event that no one will ever forget....MY MOM STEPPING ON THE ELECTRIC CHARCOAL LIGHTER! We had sliding glass doors leading out from our living room to our patio. After it wasn't needed anymore it was placed on the ground to cool. When my mom came out through the door, she stepped on it and branded a huge "C" on her foot. Thank God, we had a built-in pool.
Being that it was the late 60s, my mom and her friends were avid Cosmo readers. I'll never forget the bikini bathing suit that all the women were busy crocheting in our backyard. On display here.
Martha Campbell Elementary : a school like no other I had ever seen or been a part of
South Bend: Sixth Grade: Singing with The Carpenters & Little League Baseball
Graphic version of this story: members.aol.com/kbbondie/memories.html
This store was built in 1962 as an E.J. Korvette store. Korvettes closed around 1980 and Kmart opened on February 26th, 1981. Around 1999 - 2000 the Kmart store was expanded into a Super Kmart. The store closed in December 2014.
Former Korvettes / Kmart / Super Kmart - John R Road - Madison Heights - Michigan
If you want to use this photo please contact me (Nicholas Eckhart) in one of the following ways:
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>Send an email to eckhartnicholas@yahoo.com
I was born in Detroit, Michigan on February 21, 1962. We moved to Grand Rapids in 1963 and then back to suburban Detroit (Madison Heights) in 1965 a week after my sister, Suzy, was born.
In the fall of 1970, we moved to South Bend, Indiana and when we did our neighbors in Madison Heights gave us this booklet. I came across it around 1998 in my mom's photo albums. I probably hadn't seen it since 1970. I thought it was the neatest keepsake, and still do!
I scanned each page and they appear in order here. My mom told me that Mrs. Barb Lambert (our neighbor) made this for us. We stay in touch with a few of these neighbors when the holidays approach. Unfortunately, I lost touch with Michelle Robinson, the person sleeping in the bed next to me . Her parents divorced shortly after we moved to Indiana and her mom remarried and moved to Ft. Wayne. She was my only girl friend while we lived at 1621 Windemere from 1965 to 1970.
I was surrounded by *eight* neighbor boys on Windemere (which had a tremendous impact on my athletic ability and achievements)! Michelle lived a few streets down in the same sub. I'm guessing that we were 7 or 8 years old in the picture. Mike Lambert was my best boy friend. I don't recall Michelle coming down to my house and playing with my neighbors. The majority of the time I played with Mike and Jim Crampton. Even though they were best friends, I never felt like a third wheel. Don't get me wrong, we fought but I always felt like one of the gang.
We used to catch bees with glass jars and lids on the bushes between Crampton's and our house. "Dibs" was a much heard word during the summer when we were catching bees. When berry clusters would grow on the tree in front of our house, we would get into big trouble because we'd have stains over all of our hands and clothes.
In the spring of 1967, my parents decided to install a built-in pool. I remember walking home from Martha Campbell Elementary for lunch and watching the workers dig the huge hole in our backyard, then slowly shape it into a 16'x32' rectangle. My dad never resisted an opportunity to coerce my mom to the deep end so he could push her in. The image I have of him jumping off of the diving board with his left hand up in the air and his right hand clamping his nose can never be erased from my memory!
A few years back, my sister Suzy and I had all of our parents' 8mm and Super8 transferred to videotape. I think we get the biggest kick out of watching all the parents make fools of themselves during the infamous pool party they had one summer evening.
My parents had a simple rule about having other kids in the neighborhood come over to swim: Your Parent Must be Present! I don't remember having a lot of friends over all the time, basically just the same neighbor kids. The Cramptons (neighbors to the east of us) had an above-ground pool and they tended to stay in their yard mostly. It almost seemed like a competition, to me, to see who could lure the most neighbors over to make the other jealous. Having your own pool usually meant you weren't invited to the pool of the neighbor who also had one!
In the summer, Mrs. Lambert would plant snapdragons on the east side of their garage. I remember always picking them, making the upper and lower parts move to make it look like they were talking. There was also the summer that Mr. Lambert spent pounding asphalt in between the abstract slate tiles on their back porch. I remember helping him often.
Then theres' the event that no one will ever forget....MY MOM STEPPING ON THE ELECTRIC CHARCOAL LIGHTER! We had sliding glass doors leading out from our living room to our patio. After it wasn't needed anymore it was placed on the ground to cool. When my mom came out through the door, she stepped on it and branded a huge "C" on her foot. Thank God, we had a built-in pool.
Being that it was the late 60s, my mom and her friends were avid Cosmo readers. I'll never forget the bikini bathing suit that all the women were busy crocheting in our backyard. On display here.
Martha Campbell Elementary : a school like no other I had ever seen or been a part of
South Bend: Sixth Grade: Singing with The Carpenters & Little League Baseball
Graphic version of this story: members.aol.com/kbbondie/memories.html
I was born in Detroit, Michigan on February 21, 1962. We moved to Grand Rapids in 1963 and then back to suburban Detroit (Madison Heights) in 1965 a week after my sister, Suzy, was born.
In the fall of 1970, we moved to South Bend, Indiana and when we did our neighbors in Madison Heights gave us this booklet. I came across it around 1998 in my mom's photo albums. I probably hadn't seen it since 1970. I thought it was the neatest keepsake, and still do!
I scanned each page and they appear in order here. My mom told me that Mrs. Barb Lambert (our neighbor) made this for us. We stay in touch with a few of these neighbors when the holidays approach. Unfortunately, I lost touch with Michelle Robinson, the person sleeping in the bed next to me . Her parents divorced shortly after we moved to Indiana and her mom remarried and moved them to Ft. Wayne. She was my only girl friend while we lived at 1621 Windemere from 1965 to 1970.
I was surrounded by *eight* neighbor boys on Windemere (which had a tremendous impact on my athletic ability and achievements)! Michelle lived a few streets down in the same sub. I'm guessing that we were 7 or 8 years old in the picture. Mike Lambert was my best boy friend. I don't recall Michelle coming down to my house and playing with my neighbors. The majority of the time I played with Mike and Jim Crampton. Even though they were best friends, I never felt like a third wheel. Don't get me wrong, we fought but I always felt like one of the gang.
We used to catch bees with glass jars and lids on the bushes between Crampton's and our house. "Dibs" was a much heard word during the summer when we were catching bees. When berry clusters would grow on the tree in front of our house, we would get into big trouble because we'd have stains over all of our hands and clothes.
In the spring of 1967, my parents decided to install a built-in pool. I remember walking home from Martha Campbell Elementary for lunch and watching the workers dig the huge hole in our backyard, then slowly shape it into a 16'x32' rectangle. My dad never resisted an opportunity to coerce my mom to the deep end so he could push her in. The image I have of him jumping off of the diving board with his left hand up in the air and his right hand clamping his nose can never be erased from my memory!
A few years back, my sister Suzy and I had all of our parents' 8mm and Super8 transferred to videotape. I think we get the biggest kick out of watching all the parents make fools of themselves during the infamous pool party they had one summer evening.
My parents had a simple rule about having other kids in the neighborhoodcome over to swim: Your Parent Must be Present! I don't remember having a lot of friends over all the time, basically just the same neighbor kids. The Cramptons (neighbors to the east of us) had an above-ground pool and they tended to stay in their yard mostly. It almost seemed like a competition, to me, to see who could lure the most neighbors over to make the other jealous. Having your own pool usually meant you weren't invited to the pool of the neighbor who also had one!
In the summer, Mrs. Lambert would plant snapdragons on the east side of their garage. I remember always picking them, making the upper and lower parts move to make it look like they were talking. There was also the summer that Mr. Lambert spent pounding asphalt in between the abstract slate tiles on their back porch. I remember helping him often.
Then theres' the event that no one will ever forget....MY MOM STEPPING ON THE ELECTRIC CHARCOAL LIGHTER! We had sliding glass doors leading out from our living room to our patio. After it wasn't needed anymore it was placed on the ground to cool. When my mom came out through the door, she stepped on it and branded a huge "C" on her foot. Thank God, we had a built-in pool.
Being that it was the late 60s, my mom and her friends were avid Cosmo readers. I'll never forget the bikini bathing suit that all the women were busy crocheting in our backyard. On display here.
Martha Campbell Elementary : a school like no other I had ever seen or been a part of
South Bend: Sixth Grade: Singing with The Carpenters & Little League Baseball
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I was born in Detroit, Michigan on February 21, 1962. We moved to Grand Rapids in 1963 and then back to suburban Detroit (Madison Heights) in 1965 a week after my sister, Suzy, was born.
In the fall of 1970, we moved to South Bend, Indiana and when we did our neighbors in Madison Heights gave us this booklet. I came across it around 1998 in my mom's photo albums. I probably hadn't seen it since 1970. I thought it was the neatest keepsake, and still do!
I scanned each page and they appear in order here. My mom told me that Mrs. Barb Lambert (our neighbor) made this for us. We stay in touch with a few of these neighbors when the holidays approach. Unfortunately, I lost touch with Michelle Robinson, the person sleeping in the bed next to me . Her parents divorced shortly after we moved to Indiana and her mom remarried and moved them to Ft. Wayne. She was my only girl friend while we lived at 1621 Windemere from 1965 to 1970.
I was surrounded by *eight* neighbor boys on Windemere (which had a tremendous impact on my athletic ability and achievements)! Michelle lived a few streets down in the same sub. I'm guessing that we were 7 or 8 years old in the picture. Mike Lambert was my best boy friend. I don't recall Michelle coming down to my house and playing with my neighbors. The majority of the time I played with Mike and Jim Crampton. Even though they were best friends, I never felt like a third wheel. Don't get me wrong, we fought but I always felt like one of the gang.
We used to catch bees with glass jars and lids on the bushes between Crampton's and our house. "Dibs" was a much heard word during the summer when we were catching bees. When berry clusters would grow on the tree in front of our house, we would get into big trouble because we'd have stains over all of our hands and clothes.
In the spring of 1967, my parents decided to install a built-in pool. I remember walking home from Martha Campbell Elementary for lunch and watching the workers dig the huge hole in our backyard, then slowly shape it into a 16'x32' rectangle. My dad never resisted an opportunity to coerce my mom to the deep end so he could push her in. The image I have of him jumping off of the diving board with his left hand up in the air and his right hand clamping his nose can never be erased from my memory!
A few years back, my sister Suzy and I had all of our parents' 8mm and Super8 transferred to videotape. I think we get the biggest kick out of watching all the parents make fools of themselves during the infamous pool party they had one summer evening.
My parents had a simple rule about having other kids in the neighborhoodcome over to swim: Your Parent Must be Present! I don't remember having a lot of friends over all the time, basically just the same neighbor kids. The Cramptons (neighbors to the east of us) had an above-ground pool and they tended to stay in their yard mostly. It almost seemed like a competition, to me, to see who could lure the most neighbors over to make the other jealous. Having your own pool usually meant you weren't invited to the pool of the neighbor who also had one!
In the summer, Mrs. Lambert would plant snapdragons on the east side of their garage. I remember always picking them, making the upper and lower parts move to make it look like they were talking. There was also the summer that Mr. Lambert spent pounding asphalt in between the abstract slate tiles on their back porch. I remember helping him often.
Then theres' the event that no one will ever forget....MY MOM STEPPING ON THE ELECTRIC CHARCOAL LIGHTER! We had sliding glass doors leading out from our living room to our patio. After it wasn't needed anymore it was placed on the ground to cool. When my mom came out through the door, she stepped on it and branded a huge "C" on her foot. Thank God, we had a built-in pool.
Being that it was the late 60s, my mom and her friends were avid Cosmo readers. I'll never forget the bikini bathing suit that all the women were busy crocheting in our backyard. On display here.
Martha Campbell Elementary : a school like no other I had ever seen or been a part of
South Bend: Sixth Grade: Singing with The Carpenters & Little League Baseball
Graphic version of this story: members.aol.com/kbbondie/memories.html
I was born in Detroit, Michigan on February 21, 1962. We moved to Grand Rapids in 1963 and then back to suburban Detroit (Madison Heights) in 1965 a week after my sister, Suzy, was born.
In the fall of 1970, we moved to South Bend, Indiana and when we did our neighbors in Madison Heights gave us this booklet. I came across it around 1998 in my mom's photo albums. I probably hadn't seen it since 1970. I thought it was the neatest keepsake, and still do!
I scanned each page and they appear in order here. My mom told me that Mrs. Barb Lambert (our neighbor) made this for us. We stay in touch with a few of these neighbors when the holidays approach. Unfortunately, I lost touch with Michelle Robinson, the person sleeping in the bed next to me . Her parents divorced shortly after we moved to Indiana and her mom remarried and moved them to Ft. Wayne. She was my only girl friend while we lived at 1621 Windemere from 1965 to 1970.
I was surrounded by *eight* neighbor boys on Windemere (which had a tremendous impact on my athletic ability and achievements)! Michelle lived a few streets down in the same sub. I'm guessing that we were 7 or 8 years old in the picture. Mike Lambert was my best boy friend. I don't recall Michelle coming down to my house and playing with my neighbors. The majority of the time I played with Mike and Jim Crampton. Even though they were best friends, I never felt like a third wheel. Don't get me wrong, we fought but I always felt like one of the gang.
We used to catch bees with glass jars and lids on the bushes between Crampton's and our house. "Dibs" was a much heard word during the summer when we were catching bees. When berry clusters would grow on the tree in front of our house, we would get into big trouble because we'd have stains over all of our hands and clothes.
In the spring of 1967, my parents decided to install a built-in pool. I remember walking home from Martha Campbell Elementary for lunch and watching the workers dig the huge hole in our backyard, then slowly shape it into a 16'x32' rectangle. My dad never resisted an opportunity to coerce my mom to the deep end so he could push her in. The image I have of him jumping off of the diving board with his left hand up in the air and his right hand clamping his nose can never be erased from my memory!
A few years back, my sister Suzy and I had all of our parents' 8mm and Super8 transferred to videotape. I think we get the biggest kick out of watching all the parents make fools of themselves during the infamous pool party they had one summer evening.
My parents had a simple rule about having other kids in the neighborhoodcome over to swim: Your Parent Must be Present! I don't remember having a lot of friends over all the time, basically just the same neighbor kids. The Cramptons (neighbors to the east of us) had an above-ground pool and they tended to stay in their yard mostly. It almost seemed like a competition, to me, to see who could lure the most neighbors over to make the other jealous. Having your own pool usually meant you weren't invited to the pool of the neighbor who also had one!
In the summer, Mrs. Lambert would plant snapdragons on the east side of their garage. I remember always picking them, making the upper and lower parts move to make it look like they were talking. There was also the summer that Mr. Lambert spent pounding asphalt in between the abstract slate tiles on their back porch. I remember helping him often.
Then theres' the event that no one will ever forget....MY MOM STEPPING ON THE ELECTRIC CHARCOAL LIGHTER! We had sliding glass doors leading out from our living room to our patio. After it wasn't needed anymore it was placed on the ground to cool. When my mom came out through the door, she stepped on it and branded a huge "C" on her foot. Thank God, we had a built-in pool.
Being that it was the late 60s, my mom and her friends were avid Cosmo readers. I'll never forget the bikini bathing suit that all the women were busy crocheting in our backyard. On display here.
Martha Campbell Elementary : a school like no other I had ever seen or been a part of
South Bend: Sixth Grade: Singing with The Carpenters & Little League Baseball
Graphic version of this story: members.aol.com/kbbondie/memories.html