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Monday, August 05, 2019

Dawn was able to tour 5806 Belmere Drive, Parma, OH 44129

My sister, Debi, has sold her home in Modesto, CA, where she's lived and raised her 5 kids for decades.  By 2020 she and Kent will have moved to Riverton, UT.  This has been hard weeks for her and she's shed so many tears.  Tears I only know so well and my beloved 809 is only 8 houses away and I still cry when I pass it as I have to do all the time.  I wish I still lived there.  I wish the market had been such that this home, 3830, could have sold.  But that's crying over spilt milk.  I get too attached to things...probably because we name things.  809 was The Little House that Could (and then became The Little House that Did).  All our cars have been named and I have spent tears when we had to trade them in or junk them.  I remember staying in the kitchen of 809 as the 1967 Buick was hauled out by a tow truck to the junk yard.

Dawn came down to help me take care of Robert after his bicycle accident  but today she was so generous and took care of Marissa's boys (Henry, Oskar, Simon) all day til Hank came back to take care of them while Marissa is in Baja Mexico.  While in Parma visiting with friends, The Dials, Dawn wisely sought out my old home.  She came at the best time as the previous owners were moving out and allowed them to go through it and take pictures. And of course she took pictures to share with me.  It was so much smaller than her memory.  And seeing these pictures I guess it was.  But in my heart I remembered so many moments and it returned to the Wizarding World of Expanding as needed. What a walk down memory lane.

Here are the boys outside the front door.  The front walkway has been changed.  In the 1950s and 1960s it took a 90 degree turn to the driveway.  There were no huge, overgrown bushes in the front two flower beds then...but carefully manicured plots by mom. Often roses.
 The windows on the left used to be a full picture window, no panes.  That allowed a lot of light to come in except for the fact mom loved draperies and those cut down the light.  Our dog, Bonnie, would run to that window to bark at the 'can man' (garbage man) because we had taught her to do so by saying, "Bonnie...there goes the can man, he's coming to get you...get him!"  They weren't mean barks just announcement barks.

This key holder was never ours but the background shows the texture of the walls

This is our side door, the one we used more often. But our friends always came to the front door. Decades later my friend Sophia talked about back door friends vs. front door friends.  3830 only allows for front door entry but my friends, my bestest and dearest, have the key pad code and entry thru the garage is how they come in to check on things when we are away.  

This was the milk chute. 
 Initially our milk was delivered by a truck and placed in this chute and we would collect the milk from inside the home. This did not last long at all probably because Lawson's Milk Store

 arrived and milk delivery became a thing of the past.  Lawson's milk began to be sold in glass half gallon jugs, rounded and we had a wire carrier which allowed us to carry 2 half-gallon jugs to the car.  Lawson's had THE best bologna and altho Lawson's no long exists in the states their bologna is sold as Sugardale Cleveland Style Bologna and it's the only kind I will eat!  Lawson's also sold the best chip dip which we find still under the Lawson's name at Convenient Dairy Mart.  and It's still the best.

The milk chute above opened into this boot closet, yes we stored our boots in there.  Because at least Debi climbed through the milk chute (not sure about me), as time passed, Mom used one of our skate boards to wedge the inside chute door closed so no one else from the outside got the idea to steal his way into the house and rob us.

This is the outside of the boot closet.  What we don't have a picture of is a broom closet that was outside the kitchen door, right above the 3 steps leading to this landing, before the basement.  It was the coolest cupboard, just for mops and brooms.  My mom was a total clean freak and she passed that on down to Dawn, photojournalist for these pictures who is currently cleaning our whole house, cutting the lawn, watering the plants.  My mom would be proud. Hey, I am proud!

This is the back yard looking west toward Gutschow's yard.    The mom was Edith, Walter was the dad's name.  The mom liked to find praying mantis sacs and bring them indoors or take in a pregnant praying mantis and allowed her to lay her eggs in a sac on their draperies.  Then the little ones would hatch indoors.  That horrified my mom. There were 2 daughters.  Diane was the oldest and one day while out with driving with friends, the transistor radio fell off the dash board and being careless she bend down to get it and as she returned to her seat the car was rear ended and she was thrown through the front  window.  Her neck was cut nearly ear to ear but fortunately she survived...with a very long recovery.  She used to have Asian Potentate length finger nails and would come over to collect the Japanese Beetles from our rose bushes, dropping the bugs in jugs of water or alcohol.  The other daughter, Kathy, was a bit younger than me and not at all nice.  We had this little swing set in the back yard with a slide attached.  One day I was at the top of the slide but she wouldn't get off the bottom of it.  I yelled for Debi who came running with her head down like a bull and gut-smacked her.  Oh yes, she got off then!  She was also a biter.  A nasty biter.  She bit me once and left full upper and lowers on my back.  There was a party at another girl's house across the street later on and when she wouldn't get off the rocking horse I opted to bite her back...and yes, I got in trouble for that altho I think my mom and dad were not unhappy...they just had to play the part.

This next photo is looking east, into what was Jack Hennings yard.  Jack was a nasty old man, and a total drunk.  He and daddy got along well together.  Jack would chaw tobacco all the time, then come out  his front door to spit it out, next to the little porch and into the garden.  NASTY but at 90 he still had ALL his own teeth.  Funny the things you remember as if it were yesterday.

  One day we had come home from church, drove into the driveway and expected to see mom's beloved purple Wisteria that had been nurtured to grow up and over the garage door.  But oh no...Jack had convinced Daddy to cut it down.  OH MY GOODNESS...I don't know if my mom was more upset or more mad.  But, oh the tears and the fight that ensued.  There was nothing to be done, the plants would never be grown again. But of course with a couple of drunks sitting in lawn chairs still drinking and laughing...they could  have cared less.  There was no fence between the yards back then.

This is a rather new garage.  We only had a one car garage but back then most people only had one car. When Grandma Holman came to live with us in 1961 she bought a car for my mom (who had to learn to drive from Auntie Carol), a 1962 Oldsmobile station wagon with the far back seat that look backwards...a fun place to sit as a teen!  But because we didn't have room for another car, my mom rented space in a garage across the street from us, from a newer home that actually did have a 2-car garage. The Hendersons owned that home/garage.

Dawn remembers making rosettes with my mom in the garage when she was little.  Frying was easier done in the garage but sadly some of the hot grease spit onto Dawn and my mom was upset that her first granddaughter was burnt.  It wasn't bad and Dawn doesn't remember being burned.

Our backyard looked totally different. We had a couple trees on the West side and across the middle was a rose garden.  The back of the yard was filled with flowers and a couple of peach trees, which bore wonderful sweet fruit.  But interestingly the very back border stood higher than our neighbors behind us.  There was a sort of retaining wall of cinder blocks.  Behind that 1-car garage was almost a wilderness. At some point a tree had been felled and it's trunk and large pieces stayed back there, growing mushrooms and moss on it. I loved to sneak in the house and make buttercream frosting  One day I broke the little pyrex dessert cup and in a panic I took the broken pieces and hid them under the tree trunks.  I don't know if it was ever found.

Here is one of two china cabinets that was/is in the dining room.  When we had this home it was all natural and shiny waxed oak.  Now it's been modernized with a flat dark paint.  I have loved seeing how the various owners have updated and loved our home, which was brand new when my folks bought it.

In the living room was the doorbell chimes.  We had brass rods that came down and played such a lovely sound. I am guessing the doorbells have now gone electric in the house.  But they made this look so pretty.  I remember my mom setting interesting things on the little ledge.

This would have been the door way from the living room to the hall. It looks like someone might have put on a door to close it off and perhaps there was one but I do not recall one there. It would make sense that there was one since by closing it off it would allow young children to be shielded somewhat from the noise of a tv or conversation.

Oskar is standing in front of Debi and my bedroom.  And yes, the hardwood floors throughout the main floor are all original.  There was a period of time when mom attempted to have the wood show with just area carpets but she hated having to keep the visible parts free of dust and eventually went to whole house carpeting.

This is the closet door in the master bedroom. Dawn loves the original woodwork and the curved corners.
Yes this is a dirty clothes chute and yes we used it then as it is still used today, dumping the clothes into the basement laundry. Such a wonderful thing.  I remember buying 809 and we tried to figure out how to get one installed but the layout didn't work for it.  Darn!

Oh the imaginations of thinking how fun it would be to  go down that chute to the basement, passing up  the stairs to get to the basement

When my grandmother Holman moved in with us in 1961, after Poppy died, she took over Debi and my bedroom.  She added a huge window air conditioning unit but in order to make the cool air reach out into the living room, a chair was placed underneath this clothes chute and a large fan sat on it, sucking the cooler air from that room and shot it down the small hall to cool the living room.  So inventive!  Long before whole-house air conditioning.

Here is a picture of the sink which still faces the driveway.  One year Uncle Johnny gave us a portable dishwasher. Somehow it stood next to the stove (where the bar is now, see the realtor picture below) and we'd pull it over to the sink.  It was such a luxury.  I don't think we had it long but it was great!

The stove is now against this wall but this is where we sat at our kitchen table to eat our meals.  We only ever ate at a table.  Daddy sat with his back to the hall.  The kitchen was petite by today's standards but back then it was just cozy.  We still only ever eat at a table...never in front of the television nor on tray tables.

We knew Grandma would have to live with us and Daddy started the attic, transforming it into our bedroom.  It was the best bedroom ever.   Here are the stairs leading up to it.
Same stairs but the camera is looking to where our beds would have been only someone added a bathroom!  A bathroom in our bedroom?  How cool would that have been. Those windows faced Kathy Gutschow's and one summer, she who did have a bathroom upstairs, could pass me over some water in a cup by putting the cup into the pulley system we had installed ourselves. She would pass us water and we'd return the favor with some treat/candy of some kind.  This would have been during one of her nicer kid moments

Here are the bathroom pictures

These next 2 pictures show the built-in chest and dresser.  Daddy made our bedroom furniture from our original bedroom to be built in to allow us more living space.  Having lasted all these decades lets you know the quality of the furniture.  The set was had in our bedroom downstairs and moved up.  Not oak but some sort of light wood (dawn says maybe it was was very light/white in color, but so sturdy)   and it was lovely. My mom's bedroom furniture, the  cherry set, is still in our Red Room upstairs here.  She bought the set after my father Henry died.  She and I moved to Parma, living with my grandparents and Auntie Carol at 6510 Morningside Drive.  My mom used my father's  life insurance for a down payment for that house.

Mom wanted Debi and I to have a vanity so Daddy made one which was attached to the wall. It had a huge top surface and mom took lacy curtains and made a skirt that went all the way around the 3 sides.   Plus there was this huge wide and tall mirror, the same width as the top.  Underneath the vanity, behind the lace we could store our curlers, hair dryer etc.  This is the chest.  And oh those!

This is the dresser.  I love the floating shelf someone added.

And then there was this amazing walk in closet.  It was the whole length of the stair well and had 2 rods. The lower one held our skirts and blouses. The higher one held our dresses or coats or things mom would store out of season.
We had so many pairs of shoes.  I think Debi to this day has scads of shoes.
There was another closet at the top of the stairs that we called the suitcase closet.  It was small and really only held all our suitcases and odds and ends of things.  I don't recall a light fixture in there but there is now.

Something else wonderful Daddy did when he was building our bedroom... he totally finished the inside storage areas that small cupboard doors allowed access.  The floors were solid wood and the rafters were covered in dry wall and we were known to make reading cubbies there as well as storage for our dolls and games. There were lights in these that we used to read by.  Someone obviously added some insulation to the house.  I remember we didn't read in the attic space if it was winter.
What Dawn didn't take a picture of but you can see the room in the realtor pictures is a small alcove. Mom included a loveseat size couch, a TV thanks to Grandma, and a small desk with lamp.  The window looked out to the front yard.  It was a perfect place to rest and have friends sometimes.  Once my folks were entertaining the Provdenti family.  Mike and Genivive  were downstairs and Mary Lee and Joanne were up with us.  I decided to outline our profiles on the one wall by shining a light against each of us and then outlining the shadow.  Oh yes, I got in trouble for that stunt too.  I think that's what thwarted my artistic skills...of which I am sadly lacking.

Going down the stairs to the main floor.

 Daddy finished the basement which we called our Rec Room.  It was always a bit scary. I can remember having to go downstairs to get some food item and for whatever reason, I'd have to hold my breath and RUN LIKE I WAS BEING FOLLOWED til I got back to the kitchen.  Where the fireplace is just used to be a counter with cupboards underneath with sliding doors which never slid smoothly but held our games and books and dolls.  Daddy had put my Lionel train set in the one far to the left but when I went to retrieve it once, it was gone.  I had figured he sold it or gave it to Jack Henning, the old drunk who lived next door
 When we lived here there were aluminum tubes (Dawn says they are called spindles and she's right...but spindle make them seem pretty.  They were not) that edged the open area to keep us safe. And why not be aluminum. We were a total ALCOA family. Poppy, Carol, Daddy and mom  worked there.
Here is what we always called the Rec Room (perfect 50s language).  It still has the knotty pine walls Daddy put up (funny, I thought it was naughty pine for years).  Where the gas fireplace is was a counter and under the counter were cabinets which allowed our games to be store out of sight.  On the farthest left was where my Lionel Train set was stored for years but when I went to get it after Daddy died, it had disappeared.  I have been sad about this and still am when I think about it.  Mainly because Poppy helped me get pieces for it but Daddy nor I ever got it really going for long, probably because it should have been put on a table with a flat surface.  But it was a great attempt.  Now owners have added a bathroom down there, behind the door you see open. A bathroom!  Another bathroom? What a boom that would have been. There's also a shower on the laundry room side now can see that in the realtor photos.

Here is the laundry side. Debi and I used to roller skate around these units.  The funnest thing I remember about the basement when we first moved in was an incinerator.  We separated our trash and could take down the paper stuff and put it in the incinerator, push a button, and a fire would flare up.  It was it warmed up winter days/nights.  BUT eventually Parma voted against such a thing and it just had to be left standing alone.  sniff sniff.

  This is also the side where in a dark corner sat a steamer truck the belonged to Poppy and had Cunard Shipping Line stickers all over it. One day, a day I can see clear as a bell, mom and Grandma opened it.

This might even be the actual corner.  And out came this very wrinkled and lost, forgotten Christening Gown, made for Poppy by his grandmother (c 1898).  My mom handled it with care and whitened it as best she could and when I started having children she gave me the task of keeping it clean and repaired.  Eight of her ten granchildren all wore it ( just not Jeremy nor Chad) and all the great grands have worn it.  When Dawn moved to Lake Orion, Michigan, Robert and I discovered this wonderful place about 4 miles from her house, Canterbury Village.  One day we went into an antique shop and there hanging up was a gown very similar to ours.  But this one was so white.  I asked how it became such and she told me what to do. And that's what I've done ever since.  You boil a big pot of water on the stove and add dry Tide detergent.  Swish the tide around til it dissolves.  Turn off the heat and then gently lay in the gown, swishing it carefully (because it is old and it is fragile) side to side til submerged.  After just a few minutes you gently raise it up (yes, I always wore rubber gloves because this water was HOT, and meant to be HOT). Rinse it in lukewarm water til remove all the Tide, gently blog out in large towels and then hang to dry on padded hangers.

I have kept this gown as best as I could but the last few wearings have created tears in the fabric which is nearly impossible to repair without ripping or causing more damage.  I was reminded of the need to preserve it when Queen Elizabeth of England  determined the christening gown the royals used had to be retired and had the exact duplicate made in 2008.  The original one of theirs was  worn by Queen Victoria's 9 children (she is the one who commissioned the sewing of it)  straight through to Prince William, Charles' son.  Ours might be worn again for pictures or maybe no-one will want it in the condition it is in. Sadly too many people love the very elaborate filly gowns which will never hold up as our lovely old cotton one has.  It's had a good run. Our gown, created in England, did cross the pond a few times until WWII broke out and somehow it ended up in our basement, in the Cunard Line steamer, amidst music of Poppy's and books.

Also under the stairs Daddy had built a fruit cellar.  Our food storage and mom's home canned goods were stored here.  It had a lovely strong door across it and we knew if there was a tornado we were to go and huddle in the fruit cellar for safety.  One day, my mom was working and cleaning the fruit cellar and young Debi somehow managed to lock her in the cellar.  There was no way mom could get out so she had to use her brute strength to break the door, no mean feat by the way but she did it.  I suppose it could have become a safe room

  The Fruit cellar lock was like this  

Daddy was really very good at constructing things.  This was his work bench area.  And Henry is twirling the vice handle and I am pretty sure this is the same vice Daddy used.  It looks exactly the same and I remember opening and closing its jaws.  As I looked closer at the picture I noticed the double layer of wood (1x4?).  That I so clearly remember.  That work bench hasn't changed in all these least that part is the same.  For us underneath the vice would have been attached a pencil sharpener  I wonder how many pencils we sharpened in our day but I do remember all the sawdust that would spill out because we weren't very good at dumping the sharpener.

This is Belmere looking east, toward Parma Senior High School.  It looks so flat now.

Summers would find all the kids playing outside til after the lightning bugs came out.  I remember 'parading' down the center of the street twirling my imaginary fire baton but boy, that seemed like a huge incline/decline.  That first house you see on the left used to belong to the Kuhns, a couple of kids but the one I remember was Suzanne.  I got into trouble one night by going into this home to play and not telling my folks.  It got later and later and darker and darker and I continued playing.  My folks had all the neighborhood out looking for me. When they finally knocked on Kuhns' door, and saw me, I had my behind wailed on but good, while my mom sobbed in gratitude. But she was also angry at the Kuhns for not having me tell my folks.  This family had a great Hungarian Easter Monday tradition . Women are considered flowers, who will wither without the yearly proper sprinkling; in the old times people used to believe in the cleaning and fertility effect of the water. Men politely ask the women if they can sprinkle them in the form of a “sprinkle poem”, and if they get a yes, they pour the bucket of water on them. It’s even more fun if the water is cold, and girls are screaming.Younger girls often have a friendly competition on who gets the most sprinklers.  I remember being sprinkled one year by the dad.

A number of years passed and a young family moved into this same house, 5 kids eventually   Chuck Schodowski began work at WJW 8 as an engineer but met and became friends with Ernie Anderson, known by all Cleveland as Ghouldardi.
 Ernie had a Friday night TV show with scary movies. But his antics during segments of the movies became legendary.  Many of the clips were filmed on our street with Chuck's great dane running along side Ghouldardi.  Chuck usually played the handsome, debonair downstairs neighbor to Ghoulardi, Jerry Kreegle.  When Ghoulardi (and Tim Conway left for LA) Chuck became sidekick to Hoolihan during the same time and later it was the Big Chuck and Little John show.  These shows were so famous and popular and garnered Chuck many local Emmy awards.  Ghouldardi made Parma famous for the joke that Pollacks (yes Parma had lots of Polish residents, hence the joke) wear of white socks all the time, POP (Proud of Parma) and these buttons were all over the high school, plus the plastic pink flamingos in the yards (well that was true and I usually try to put one in our gardens now and again.  I even have a Halloween one that is all bones in black and white) and Ghoulardi would sometimes  come to school dances to put on some entertainment.  Chuck got a bit of a big head but I suppose that's only natural. His wife was so sweet and nice.

Here's Belmere looking West.  Where that truck is parked on the left is where mom rented the garage space from.  And next to that house, the brick one, lived a rather old couple.  They had so badly wanted children and never seemed to find success. The woman would walk to St. Charles Church on Ridge Road to offer a novena every single early morning.  It took years but eventually they had 2 beautiful children.

At the top of Belmere Drive, about 17 houses east, was Parma Senior High School.  This is the clock tower and the clock always worked.  The addition on the left wasn't not part of the school when we attended here.  These doors open to a foyer of a full auditorium where we'd witness plays and concerts.  The auditorium had a balcony and the whole senior class had homeroom here.  I always wished to be in the balcony but my homeroom was on ground level.  Rats! But it was a great school.  

When we first moved to Parma, there was one Elementary School K-6 grades...Ridge Road Elementary School on, where else?  Ridge Junior High School on W. 54th Street for games 7-9th grades. and Parma Senior High School at the top of our street...again on W. 54th Street. It was only 10-12 grades with about 3600 students.  but Parma was growing so rapidly that the school district had to annex churches to hold classes.  I attended Parma Methodist Church for Kindergarten and 2nd grades and walked there.  Ridge Elementary School for 1st and 4th grades and 3rd grade at Parma Baptist School (by bus).  Finally by 5th and 6th grades a new elementary school was built right next to our high school.  I walked to Schaaf for junior high and naturally to the high schoo....UNTIL

my senior year when  friends who were boys always picked me up to drive me to school but they had wait for me to finish my morning hour piano practice.  It was always me, Ken Alvy, Doug Schmaltz, Wayne Kresak, and Jerry ?  Doug died in Vietnam while I was at BYU.  I remember getting the telegram announcing his death because my address was found among his belongings.  My kids are always good at finding his name on the Vietnam  Wall when they visit DC and always take a rubbing.  He was a dear boy and so afraid to go to war.  Wayne was a Parma police officer.

My last comment is that when 5806 was built it was built on a dirt road...that's how new this area of Parma was. There weren't a lot of houses when we moved in.  In fact, across the street was just this huge 'forest', or "the woods" as we called it.  Tall old trees, the ground overgrown with foliage.  We played in the woods often.   All the houses that were built had concrete driveways and aprons to the street.  Just no street, no nothing.  But within a short time we had streets, curbs, drains, etc.  and to celebrate all the new neighbors planned a huge street party that went on for hours.  There was plenty of food altho I cannot say where the food came from or if each neighbor cooked.  I remember lots of party lights along the street and loud music.  And lots of cotton candy...maybe that's when my love of cotton candy began.   Dancing all over the place which leads me to believe there was a lot of alcohol flowing.

Once Belmere Drive was a street there were several delivery trucks that could come down with wonderful things to sell, besides the milk delivery.    For kids, it would have to be the ice cream trucks.  The first one was Uncle Marty...a lovely small truck with bells and the driver all dressed in white would come out and reach into a door on the side and out would come popsicles and orangesicles and fudgesicles and Nutty Buddy Bars.
 But then one summer this huge truck came down the street playing music.   this one didn't bring the standard fare mentioned above. Mister Softee brought soft service cones to sell.  As well as ice cream sandwiches which were remade and kept frozen and sundays.  Now this was something and soon we didn't see Uncle Marty as often.

But the best delivery truck of all time was Charles Chips and yes, it was this huge.  We always called it Charlie Chips and my grandmother LOVED the salty treats.  She always had money to hand us to race out and buy the chips. Charles Chips came in cans the same color as this truck.  The cans were large and kept the chips fresh and unbroken.  But in addition to the chips, they also sold  thin, salty pretzels...also in cans that were done in reverse coloring.  Long after the truck stopped coming we seemed to have a couple of the cans in our basement, storing something or other.

Parma was a great place to live and to grow.  Debi and I would ride our bikes up Belmere and around the bend to Ridge Road and then to Ridgewood Lake Pool.  For $5/person we would get a swim pass that allowed us access to the pool every day.  We would store our street clothes in net bags which were hung on hooks and we were given the corresponding rubber ring to wear on our wrists til we had to leave and then we would hand over the numbered run and get our net bag back.  Many times we would ride our bikes across the street to Parmatown which was then just a strip mall to eat french fries and chocolate shakes at the soda bar at Woolworths.  Oh those were carefree days.

Parmatown was a fun place with all the necessary stores.  Our favorite, besides Woolworth's soda bar, was probably Chandler Shoes Store.  We bought who many shoes there, mom, grandma, Aunty Carol, Debi and me as we grew into those sizes. But they had purses too. Best of all was the end of the summer season when all the old stock purses were tossed onto the floor in a huge pile.  The longer the purses stayed in the pile, the cheaper they'd become.  I had spied a wonderful red leather purse that looked a bit like a feed bag but I so wanted it.  I would go in and see if it was still there and go hide it further under the pile until I had saved up enough money to buy it. I think the manager who really did like our family was complicit in keeping the purse hidden.  And finally I bought that wonderful leather smelling purse and had it after Cara was born. Now THAT was a purse!

There was a small food store called Royal Castle Hamburgers. NOT WHITE CASTLE.

 Do not be confused by this.  Royal Castle was the same size but fried on a very greasy grill, or maybe the meat was greasy...small but without those stupid holes in the patties.  The burgers were cooked 6 at a time because the buns came in a rectangle, 6 buns together.  The cooks would slice the buns, lay the tops on the burgers once they were cooked on the first side and flipped. Then they would squirt catchup and mustard, add some chopped onions on the bottoms, and then the burgers with the tops were set on the bottoms.  Naturally we would buy all 6 but if someone didn't want 6, the sandwiches were separated and individually stashed into cardboard containers. Which would seems to almost snap to attention and was ready to receive the wonderful tiny burgers!

There might have been tables to sit at but I don't recall them.  It was always just a long bar to sit at.  Everything was always orange in color.

 My mouth is watering right now and I remember how wonderful they taste.  The burgers cost 16 cents each.  No fries were had but they did fry up the best home fries, sprinkled with salt and paprika.  Was that a meal?!

Sadly McDonald's arrived, offering burgers for 15 cents each. These burgers were slightly bigger, plus McDonalds offered fries.  But our family would go buy the burgers at Royal Castle (NOT White Castle) and then run over to get the hot fries from McDonalds.  As soon as my Senior Prom ended, my date (Fred Mastanuono) and I went to Royal Castle in our formal and tuxedo.  McDonalds is still around but sadly Royal Castle (NOT White Castle) is no more.

The house on Morningside Drive my grandparents continued to live in after mom married Daddy Center was in an older section but the side street that we would walk up and down to get there and back,  Dartworth, was only a dirt road for along while.  And this was just 12 streets apart.  Poppy would take that walk almost each night to walk past our home to be sure my mom and we girls were  safe.  He was a protector til the end.

And I am so glad this lovely home has protected so many owners that loved this home after us.

This is the info from


3 bd3 ba1,362 sqft

5806 Belmere Dr, Parma, OH 44129

Beautiful Cape Cod featuring hard wood floors through out, kitchen complete with new quartz counter tops, updated cabinets, breakfast bar with custom stools, new ceramic flooring in kitchen and steps leading to the partially finished basement. The water proofed basement features nature stone flooring, a functioning gas fireplace, ample storage and a half bath. The dining room boasts built in china cabinets. The main level consists of the living room, an updated full bath, two spacious bedrooms and sliders that lead to back deck. The large Second floor Owner's Suite includes a walk in closet, built in drawers and half bath. There is a bathroom on every level! Walk out to the fenced in back yard, newer 2.5 car Craftman's electric garage, stamped Boat pad and gorgeous landscaping. The home has a sprinkler system and ADT Security system. Newer driveway and roof.Electrical updated in 2015. All appliances stay. The home is close to public and private schools, libraries, Rec Center, Shopping Centers and Parks. A One Year Upgraded Warranty is provided through America's Home Warranty.
What I love about this home (my comments are in italics)
Sprinkler System, Fenced Yard, 2 car Detached Garage, Patio, Deck, Finished rec room with fireplace
ENTRY I seem to remember that the grandfather clock sat against the wall that faced the front door after Daddy died, which was when she bought the clock.

FRONT ROOM This room even held my grand piano (left to me by my grandfather Poppy Richard James Holman). There was also a picture of an Asian woman that was all in blues and gold tones.  My mom had such a gift for decorating...which she did not pass on to me, sadly.  We did not have the fan/lamp in the ceiling.

KITCHEN the wall dividing the kitchen from the dining room was removed from when we lived here.  The stove sat against that wall.  I love how removing the wall has opened up this kitchen, which is still pretty small.  I have never been a bar eater and I doubt I would begin now.  I don't like the idea of seeing a messy kitchen while I ate.

DINING ROOM This was always fun room. Maybe because my mom was such a great cook and always set a lovely table.   I sure did love the built-in china cabinets!

At some point my mom did add a concrete patio pad but there was never a raised deck. The addition of the window wall is great!

Our Rec Room never looked this good but we lived in it in the 50s and 60s so styles changed. I really think someone might have put a stain on the knotty pine because it looks so rich.
This dining room held the crystal chandelier that my mom loved. She moved it up to 3830 when she came and when she died Dawn asked for it when I said I didn't want it. And it now hangs in her cathedral height foyer. Again, lovely when the light reflects on the crystals and there are 'fairies' all over the place. Looks great from the street too.
You can see the difference between this 2-car garage and the 1-car garage next door.
This main bathroom was also small but lovely. The door you see holds a good size linen closet. The bedroom you see on the right would have been Debi's and mine.
I'm glad there's a built-in dishwasher these days.
This is the laundry side. In the corner you can see that shower. It's interesting to see a totally glassed-in shower stall in the open basement. Mom also had a spare fridge and a freezer in the basement. Obviously the incinerator has long been removed. I nearly forgot to mention how often the basement flooded and often with sewage and you know what that meant. I think the problem might have been the rapid growth of Parma and perhaps the sewer system hadn't been developed correctly. But the water would come up thru the drain the basement, under the auxiliary tub that was next to the washer/dryer. Oh my mom would cry and wouldn't Debi and I to help with the clean up because of what was floating (it won't take much imagination to come up with the answer). She and grandma would be in that water, cleaning up and then everything would smell of bleach. At some point a special sort of insert was used in that drain and the water no longer came up. Interestingly a month ago Parma was again in the news for flooding in people's home!
The bathroom on the main floor again. Very nice. The casement windows didn't use to be there, just the standard single hung windows/wood framed. Daddy would go in here to smoke and always cracked the windows for the smoke. I smiled at that thought thinking that cracking the window in such a small area would also help out on the noxious odors. Jocelyn remembers staying the night here and leaving the bath tub water running til it overflowed. Again..funny what we remember
Master Bedroom...this is where mom's cherry furniture set lived. The head boards would have been against the wall where the window wall is now.
And this would have been Debi's and my bedroom and then our grandmother's room. The AC would have been in the window on the right. Oddly, I don't remember a window on the left. I'm sure it's always been there. I'll have to ask Debi.
Ahhhhhhh...this was our little alcove room in the attic. If you can see the angled roof line, looks shadowy or maybe green...that would have been where our alcove room ended and the bedroom started. As small as the closets are in this home, I am guessing people today would have needed more closet space.
Our bedroom again looking out to the hall. Funny I don't remember the look of the kitchen through the door. Isn't it funny how our minds remember and how much they refuse to remember.
I think Mom would have love this patio walk out from her bedroom. After the break-in she felt violated enough that they chose to move to Sheffield Lake so we could take care of them. Funny that! Seems they took care of us as well as we them. My mom and Roger were married when this break-in happened and the thief broke in thru the window that was on the back of the house. Oddly the thief took all my mom's jewels and her silver coins which makes me believe the thief was someone who knew my mom and what she had. He did not ransack the house at all or they returned home from a church party and he was still in the house. I had a dream that a bag with the goods or part of the items was dropped somewhere and my mom went out several times to look. But sadly nothing was ever found.
For me the one stolen item I had been promised, my mom's wedding ring set from my birth father, would never be seen. Daddy's lovely diamond ring to mom was also taken so Debi missed out on that, too.
I still love the idea of all the bathrooms that now exist in my childhood home. Love the bathroom downstairs. So very convenient. You can still see the knotty pine paneling on the far wall. Wonder what else is in that bathroom.
And then there's the bathroom in our bedroom upstairs. Glad they put the toilet so far away from the window!
This really made for a lovely room to hang out. Comfortable everywhere!

Facts and features

  • Type:Single Family
  • Year built:1953
  • Heating:Forced air
  • Cooling:Central
  • Parking:2 spaces
  • Lot:5,039 sqft
Interior details
  • Bedrooms and bathrooms
    Full bathrooms1
    1/2 bathrooms2
  • Basement
  • Flooring
  • Heating
    Heating features
    Forced air
  • Cooling
    Cooling features
  • Tax assessed value$116,900
    Annual tax amount$4,011

7/2/2019Pending sale$139,900--
6/21/2019Listed for sale$139,900(+21.7%)


dawnmercedes said...

Thanks for the memories and details.... And a big thanks to Amamda, who generously allowed me to drag three young boys through on their last day of moving... And i squealed as i gushed over all the things i remembered...and the improvements. I knew right where to go each turn in the home. I bet i gave her comfort to know that she was leaving behind this belived house through the decades.

Unknown said...

Really cool!

Sophia said...

THIS is family history at it's best! I remember watching Big Chuck when I was 12, living in Elyria! I love the upstairs bedroom that was yours. I think that next to your Thanksgiving entries, this is my all-time favorite!

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