|Posted by Patricia Dettloff on June 8, 2012 at 8:00 PM|
Remember being able to take a walk and visit your relatives who lived on the same block? When our ancestors came to America, they stayed together not only in their thoughts and hearts, but on the same block!
I look back fondly of visits to Gramma ‘Carroll’s when we would each day take our walk and stop partway down the block to visit Uncle Vern and Aunt Ruth. A little snack, some time to talk and off we’d go further down the block to Aunt Helen and Uncle Morris’s house. Vern and Helen were Gramma’s brother and sister. After another snack and more talking, we’d make a trip upstairs to visit Great-Gramma Rose, who by then was bedridden. If we were lucky, we’d cross the street to St. Bernard’s Convent to visit Gramma’s cousin Edna, aka Sr. Stanislaus.
Each visit, mostly in the summer and a week long, we kept in touch with our roots and relatives… and we didn’t even know how special that was, learning the faces, names and personalities that we still lovingly remember today. And as I scan in that myriad of photos left in my care, I know who I’m looking at… mostly.
Our street in Harper Woods was like a split classroom in grade school. Two blocks were Harper Woods, the third block was in Grosse Pointe Woods. And guess who lived at that end? Dad’s brother Ray and his family! Is there a pattern here? Now in New Baltimore, my sister and I lived next door to one another for about 18 years. Hmmm… She moved a few years back but the memories for us and our children are priceless.
Three generations with a special bond not everyone can boast… how did you keep in touch with your family?