Edgar Street

This is the first house I remember. We lived here when my mother died and it was from here we moved to Red Lion. It is on Edgar Street in York, PA and there was a collection of stores just a few houses away.
First house I remember

One time I went to the grocery store there with a pocket full of play money, loaded up a shopping cart with cereal, and tried to pay for it with play money. The store manager knew I was a child from the neighborhood and called down to our home. That was the end of that shopping trip.

Another store in that same collection must have been a pharmacy or possibly a cigar store. All I remember is that we would go there and ask if they had any empty cigar boxes. Joe and I would use those cigar boxes to stack, to put things in; any way a small child can use a cigar box we probably tried. I still remember the disappointment when occasionally the man behind the counter would tell us that he had no cigar boxes for us that day.

Our bedroom was on the back side of the house on the 2nd floor. Outside our window was the roof of our back porch. I have been accused of climbing out on that roof although I have no memory of it.

There was a small backyard and a one-car garage at the end of the property where my father would work on cars to earn extra money. Some of his friends would come over and they'd work on cars together. One of his friends in particular always had pistachio nuts on him which he would share with Joe and me.
Jenni took this picture in 2007

Behind the garage was an alley that lead to the back of everyone's property. A couple of hundred yards away (there was an open area) was the local minor league team's baseball field and York Catholic High School. Years after moving away I played on that field as a member of an all-star team that competed against teams as far as 100 miles away. It was the 1st time I played on astroturf.

The blue dot marks where our house was.
House was in lower left part of this map.

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