We were a Family of Eleven. Catholics, living in a small Indiana town, in the middle of the Bible-Belt. This is how it happened, or least how I remember it.
To my brothers and sisters: If you don't remember it this way - GET YOUR OWN BLOG!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Who Lived Here?
Can you identify this house? Can you name three of the people who lived here? Can you describe it's location? What famous neighborhood was just down the street?
5 comments:
Anonymous
said...
It kind of looks like the Loveland Ohio house but I have not seen it in a coon's age-that's about 40 some years. Since I don't know for sure I would't want to guess the other two questions.
That's too good of a clue. Now all my represssed memories come flooding back. There goes another round of prozac. And the answer is:
The Coleman House--of course on the topic of When We Were Little it's in Brooklyn--and not New York. It looks much better in the picture. Kind of like a mansion. Let's see if I remember any names. Seems like there was a cute girl that hung around with another cute girl that I had a crush on. Seems like they both ignored me. Come on John help me dig up those memories. I guess you are trying to keep Indiana's E-Lilly in business. Also seems like there was a tuff kid my age as well, I've blocked his name from my active brain cells as well. And a nicer younger kid named Matt that was more Joe or Dennis's age. And didn't they have one Douglas's age. I do remember they were not on my paper route so that was a point against the whole family. I wanted the whole south side! If they were not Catholic what's up with such a big family-and all so close together. Maybe it was something in the air from those atomic bomb experiments. As far as Hookerville--be afraid--be very afraid. There is still a spirit even to this day that hangs in that valley next to the river. Only the truly pure at heart could enter, dark morning after morning (Indianapolis Star paper boy-now an extinct breed) and not be sucked in by that strange, unnamed spirit. Although I know from personal experience, that even to this day dreams still haunt me of the spiritual battle that goes on there. But I've learned to put on my Spiritual Armour.
1) The Colemans 2) Lisa Coleman, steve coleman, Their mother & about 8 other children 3) Located on Mill st, just west of the creek 4) Famous neiborhood?...........There's of course where the witmers lived on church street..........there's a street nearby called hooker street.................There's Bottom rd that parallels the creek where the park was and where Aunt Rae, Uncle Wayne, Angela & Lisa used to live. There was also a nice lady who once gave you, john, and I a carmel sunday. (seems a trivial thing to remember, but I was not accustomed to random acts of kindness or treats so delicious as that)
The Colemans had children who were stair-stepped in age almost identically to the Witmer's. From oldest to youngest (I think)was, Mike, Rosalie, David, Matt, Pamela, Steve, Lisa and...I'm not sure if there was another little girl. Anna will have to field this one because this child would have been about her age.
Steve Coleman was my best friend. Joe and Matt were thick as thieves and Dennis may have had a crush on Pamela. We have a picture of Doug and Mike Coleman standing in front of the Living-room door in Brooklyn, striking identical poses, hand in there coats, looking like twin Napoleons.
Mr. Coleman, a passionate-protestant, made himself scarce. And I seem to remember a story about him hitting someone with his car and rumors of a drinking problem.
From the porch, in this picture, Steve and I watched a solar eclipse, using a stack of photographic negatives as a filter. The picture was taken in May of this year when Ron and I did the "paper-route" tour of Brooklyn. It was the same weekend we did the Mini-Indy half–marathon.
Knothead
P.S: I can't belive I didn't remember the ice cream sundae! I never forget a good sugar-fix.
5 comments:
It kind of looks like the Loveland Ohio house but I have not seen it in a coon's age-that's about 40 some years. Since I don't know for sure I would't want to guess the other two questions.
Rotten Tater
Here's a clue...
The famous (infamous) neighborhood was Hookerville.
That's too good of a clue. Now all my represssed memories come flooding back. There goes another round of prozac. And the answer is:
The Coleman House--of course on the topic of When We Were Little it's in Brooklyn--and not New York. It looks much better in the picture. Kind of like a mansion. Let's see if I remember any names. Seems like there was a cute girl that hung around with another cute girl that I had a crush on. Seems like they both ignored me. Come on John help me dig up those memories. I guess you are trying to keep Indiana's E-Lilly in business. Also seems like there was a tuff kid my age as well, I've blocked his name from my active brain cells as well. And a nicer younger kid named Matt that was more Joe or Dennis's age. And didn't they have one Douglas's age. I do remember they were not on my paper route so that was a point against the whole family. I wanted the whole south side! If they were not Catholic what's up with such a big family-and all so close together. Maybe it was something in the air from those atomic bomb experiments.
As far as Hookerville--be afraid--be very afraid. There is still a spirit even to this day that hangs in that valley next to the river. Only the truly pure at heart could enter, dark morning after morning (Indianapolis Star paper boy-now an extinct breed) and not be sucked in by that strange, unnamed spirit. Although I know from personal experience, that even to this day dreams still haunt me of the spiritual battle that goes on there. But I've learned to put on my Spiritual Armour.
Rotten Tater
1) The Colemans
2) Lisa Coleman, steve coleman, Their mother & about 8 other children
3) Located on Mill st, just west of the creek
4) Famous neiborhood?...........There's of course where the witmers lived on church street..........there's a street nearby called hooker street.................There's Bottom rd that parallels the creek where the park was and where Aunt Rae, Uncle Wayne, Angela & Lisa used to live. There was also a nice lady who once gave you, john, and I a carmel sunday. (seems a trivial thing to remember, but I was not accustomed to random acts of kindness or treats so delicious as that)
Here's what I remember...
The Colemans had children who were stair-stepped in age almost identically to the Witmer's. From oldest to youngest (I think)was, Mike, Rosalie, David, Matt, Pamela, Steve, Lisa and...I'm not sure if there was another little girl. Anna will have to field this one because this child would have been about her age.
Steve Coleman was my best friend. Joe and Matt were thick as thieves and Dennis may have had a crush on Pamela. We have a picture of Doug and Mike Coleman standing in front of the Living-room door in Brooklyn, striking identical poses, hand in there coats, looking like twin Napoleons.
Mr. Coleman, a passionate-protestant, made himself scarce. And I seem to remember a story about him hitting someone with his car and rumors of a drinking problem.
From the porch, in this picture, Steve and I watched a solar eclipse, using a stack of photographic negatives as a filter. The picture was taken in May of this year when Ron and I did the "paper-route" tour of Brooklyn. It was the same weekend we did the Mini-Indy half–marathon.
Knothead
P.S: I can't belive I didn't remember the ice cream sundae! I never forget a good sugar-fix.
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