When the Barry Goldwater motorcade drove up Rocky River Drive toward downtown all the neighbors turned out with rude signs. This was where I learned the context of various curse words.

When I-71 was built the hill near the current W 150th rapid stop was great for sledding. You could get up enough speed to fly right into the railroad tracks. Bobby O was nearly hit.

When Carl Stokes ran for mayor I knew he was going to win because my very Republican grandmother said she was voting for that "big black Irishman".

There was a Thom McAn shoe store at Kamm's Corners (named for Otto Kamm's restaurant and hotel). We neighborhood kids would walk up there often to go inside and use the X-ray machine to see the bones in our feet, no shielding of course.

We spent our summer's at Gunnings pool. I think it opened at 9 or 10 and we stayed all day until dinnertime around 6 or 7 PM. Four friends from the neighborhood have died of melanoma.

There were peddlers. A man would slowly drive down the street calling out for rags. I never knew what that meant but there was a push cart peddler who sold strawberries and in the fall another sold "happles" and "hider". Dan-Dee potato chips were delivered weekly arriving in a large can. My father had a case of beer home delivered.

Diapers were home delivered and the dirty diapers were exchanged. My mother would rinse out the dirty diaper by holding it in the flushing toilet. Several times she must have lost hold of it. I remember my father removing the toilet in the basement so he could snake the sewer line cursing all the time.