Our backyard on Market Street, Paterson, NJ. 1960

Our backyard on Market Street, Paterson, NJ. 1960

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Our House.”

As a child I remember living in a cold water flat with a big gas stove that had a black handle, used to lift the covers off of the stove top, where the flame came from.  The bathroom had a tub, no shower, we took turns, 2 in a tub, filled it with hot water boiled on the stove top.  There were 6 of us.

The dining room was the living room, and the living room was my parent’s bed room, there was also a crib, and another twin size bed in the corner,  for my oldest sister.  My younger sister and I shared a twin size bed, and my 2 brothers slept in the other bed across from us, the 4 of us shared that room as kids.

I remember an old fashioned washing machine, with a hand ringer, I remember getting my arm stuck in that ringer too.  I recall hanging the clothes out to dry in the back yard, that was actually a garage filled parking lot.  Our clothes line went across the lot, and the clothes, cotton “Wonder Bread” underwear hung out there for the world to see.  We called those underwear “Wonder Bread” because they had polka dots on them, like the Wonder Bread package that white bread came in.

Our front porch was concrete, I used to place my blanket on the porch, and sit out there, we often sang songs, my sister and I would sing so well neighbors would stop to listen, others would be hushed so our voices in harmony, could be heard.  I guess we were pretty good then.

We were “poor” but we didn’t really know that then.  We had the basics, we shared our clothes, hand me downs, from sister to sister.  Our school clothing was taken off after school, and I wore the same outfit 2 days in a row (as opposed to saving it for another day) before it was washed again.

I remember bad/sad things about our apartment.  It was there I lived when I had my tonsils out, and I remember wanting a tuna fish sandwich very much, I took one bite, and my throat screamed in pain…I wrapped it up and saved it in the refrigerator for later, we didn’t waste food.  I was able to have lots of jello, and ice cream, and soup, lots of soup.  I got to sleep on the couch in the living room during that time too, alone, YAY!

We played in the back yard parking lot, there was a weird old guy who lived downstairs, under our porch, he would stand under our porch wearing nothing but a diaper…..he would try to lure the kids into his apartment with candy….what did I know then, except he was weird/scary.

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Married, RN x 30+ years, fashion in a bathrobe lifestyle resulted from my lifestyle outside of work. Although I love fashion, beauty, and all things style related, the major portion of my days don't allow for fashion/style. I wear nursing uniforms, and sneakers mostly. I love make-up, clothes, hairstyles/color so much......I'm a frustrated fashionista. I blog to talk about my thoughts on being fashionable, and I find pleasure in all things that are designed to make us feel more beautiful.
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  1. Wow! That guy should have been locked away somewhere. Interesting post.

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