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Elmwood Ave


  It was a street. Not a wide street. They put up signs for parking only on one side. But it was a long street, stretching through four towns, from my corner to Curtis Printing.

5 thoughts on “Elmwood Ave

  • March 25, 2019 at 10:26 pm

    I hung the wide canvas bag that held the Bulletin newspaper that I was to deliver on my route off the big sissy bars of my bicycle. I pushed off with the gravel of the alleyway where I picked up my papers next to St. Gabriel’s church, and pedaled back across town, over the rail road tracks, to the North side of town. If I was lucky enough, I might gather enough tips to buy something at the brand new mall up on McDade boulevard.

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  • March 26, 2019 at 8:46 am

    My husband bought the Kane house in 1992, sold it 1996 when we moved out of state. We lived next door to the Grahams. The entire Graham family quickly became our family. Best times ever! We both grew up in Norwood and had days and summers just like this. Miss those days, not only for us, but for all the kids these days. It was a great place and time to grow up. Thanks for the post!

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  • March 26, 2019 at 3:46 pm

    Hey Andy! Another great short story! Brings back many (similar) memories for me! I lived in lower Norwood too, on Devon Road … probably less than a half mile from Elmwood Avenue. Yet our paths never seemed to cross, outside of elementary school that is! I’m sure we went through all 6 grades together at Seneca Avenue, but I guess my own circle of friends in ‘my’ neighborhood never connected with your circle. I enjoy your writing Andy and “When Sunday Smiled” is no exception! Keep up the great work, buddy! –Mike Gentilini

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  • March 27, 2019 at 2:50 pm

    I bought a house on Elmwood in Norwood 35 years ago. Stayed 5 years and then moved to Glenolden but still on Elmwood. Had another child and still live there. 35 years later and I still love that street!

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    • March 28, 2019 at 7:32 am

      That’s impressive. I grew up in the same house my dad grew up in with our grandmother living upstairs.

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