|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Viewed: 12/5/2023
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|Yes, we played in the streets…amd survived!|
By summer of 1957, I was starting to get sophisticated, in that I felt I understood the world I lived in. I had toys that I used in specific ways (for example, taking apart and reassembling my record player), I had friends. I was looking forward to starting kindergarten in the fall, though I didn't really know what fall was or, for that matter, kindergarten.
My dad had come home with a new car. It was another Studebaker, such as we'd owned before, but this was a different color and smelled funny. (I never did see the appeal of that "new car smell".)
Two doors down from us was where the Galluchios lived. Barbara was the older sister; I'm guessing she was 16 or so compared to my 6 years of age. She usually suggested our games, which usually consisted of her younger sister, Joena, and I, getting married. Barbara would be the priest. I've always imagined she grew up to become a wedding planner.
Tommy was Joena's little brother. I think he was Mary Joan's age. The only thing I really remember about him was when an older kid from across the street somehow ripped off one of Tommy's fingernails. I didn't see it happen, but Tommy showed us the result afterwards and it was pretty horrible.