by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS, Uncategorized
I learned early in life that girls are not supposed to win when neighborhood kids play marbles. And if you do, it’s a good idea to high-tail it home a few steps ahead of irate boys intent on taking back your prized legal possessions. Angered losers dare...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS, Uncategorized
Growing up, there were no girls living on McKay Street to be my playmates. For a child, another street away such as Taylor Avenue, was a foreign world to which you did not wander. But McKay Street was a kingdom to explore from after school until time to go home...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS
It would be paved in later years but McKay Street was a dusty, rocky uphill neighborhood road when the Kernen Family moved to their new home from the small clapboard bungalow near their Poplar Level Road Grocery Store. The house stood at the top of the hill with...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS
My parents intended to buy a house on Union Street, but when Aunt Frances’ father became seriously ill, she and Uncle George purchased the house instead. It was near the Kernen Poplar Level Grocery Store. The house stood on a hill with the rear of the...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS
In the 1940s, when I was a child, a refrigerator was called an “icebox” Each week, a sign was hung in the front window to indicate how many blocks of ice the homeowner wished to have delivered and a driver would stop with a weekly purchase. In summer, children...
