Dad was born - literally - in his house on Chandler St. in Fox Chase and graduated from Olney in the ‘40s. He was an avid hunter and hunted regularly in the fields and woods where Jeanes Hospital now stands. Back then, when people saw a 12-year-old walking down the street with a shotgun over his shoulder, they smiled and waved.
Fox Chase still is a nice section...beautiful out there.
My old man grew up in Fairmount, near the old Eastern PA State Penitentiary. Poplar street, one of 7. Big, raucous family, squabbling, fighting, loving, living...Depression-era kids with a Mom and Dad (he died young) who never had anything but love and hard work to offer them.
Dad came back from WWII married Mom, and they moved up to Olney in 1957 (don’t want to say where, TMI out here). Mom said it was a lovely little neighborhood when they moved there.
I finally got her out of there in 2006 (stubborn...it was a combination of the Irish and the Ukie in her), but she passed away shortly afterwards.
I can remember almost all of my neighbors - and they all knew me too.
It WAS a nice place to be a kid for a while. Miss the “neighborhood-ness” of it (for lack of a better word...)