“...it was getting bad by then....”
You know the saddest thing about all this?
So many of us have been displaced from our hometown, our neighborhoods...and we look back fondly and nostalgically.
Neighborhoods just don’t “go bad”...”neighborhoods” themselves don’t do ANYTHING.
It’s the people that come in after you. People make the neighborhood. Or destroy it.
Of course, we’re “racist” if we say so...
Perhaps the saddest thing is realizing that the poet who said “You can’t go home again” was indeed, correct, for a lot of us.
And it makes me more than a bit angry too. My folks had pride in their home; it wasn’t much, a shoebox of a rowhome, but it was theirs, they worked for it, they maintained it, and they raised their kids - our people - there.
And now it’s trashed by people with zero respect for themselves, for their neighborhood, for anything. And it happens over and over again, systematically.
That’s what is angering to me.
I remember the people that were the problem, they didn't live right in area at first, they would just cause problems in our area. Before we moved there were homes being abandoned when the old folks that lived there passed and no one wanted to move in. Beautiful Wissahickon schist houses, left to rot.