Memories can be good or they can be bad. I try to avoid the bad ones and cherish the good ones. Here’s a glimpse of some childhood views and memories.
My childhood memories living in a small town include The Ohio River, playground fun, walking everywhere, and riding our bikes. Summers spent at the swimming pool every day. Favorite eats were Gulla’s Hot Dog and Dicarlo’s Pizza. Riding the bus to Wheeling to shop was always fun. And attending church at South Bellaire Methodist Church instilled God’s love in me.
I moved 2000 miles away from my childhood home and visit almost every year. In the last few visits, I see my childhood home differently. Maybe I’m more sentimental as I get older.
Lots of fun memories in my small town. Memories going to the Bellaire Bridge. We marched with my Dad, from the park, and watched him toss the wreath off into the river, in memory of our Veterans. I see the spectacular Bellaire High School, still in excellent condition with so many memories inside. And outside the school is the park, with a fountain and Memorial monuments. My grade school and playground. My home is boarded up and run down. It’s sad to see it that way on the outside, but I’m thankful for the memories I have inside that home.
Yes, I have wonderful memories of my Bellaire, my Rose Hill neighborhood, and grade school friends at West Bellaire, Gravel Hill, First Ward, and Indian Run.
This picture is the view from my childhood home. I probably didn’t think much of it then but as I look at this picture now I feel privileged that I grew up in good ole Bellaire, Ohio. It’s not the same but no place stays the same. And that’s OK. I’m sure the kids growing up there today are making wonderful memories they will look back on someday too.
Did you grow up in a small town? What childhood memories do you have?
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