So, I grew up in a town called Gowanda. I have good memories and bad. Here are some places I loved to go and people I loved:). Gowanda Zoar is beautiful but also very dangerous. The steep drops have killed many. My favorite store was Art’s!! Art Pulumbo(?) was awesome!! He would give me candy for free and to other kids! He had candy that cost a penny, five and 10 cents!!! He sold old fashioned candy like dots on those sheet of papers!! That is where I grew my love for Swedish fish and Slushies aka Slush puppies :). He was so nice. I remember where he lived because it was on my street 🙂 Johnson street :)! He lived 4 houses down from me right next to Mrs. Scott’s :). Mrs. Scott has the horses out side her house we rang every time we walked by! One Halloween my parents told us to see Art since he had something for us kids. We weren’t allowed to trick or treat. Art knew that and would give us candy!! Full size candy!!! I remember him asking me one day what weighed more a pound of flour and a pound of flowers. I told him the flour you bake with hehehe. But then he told me a pound weighs a pound no matter what it is. Then he did it again with a pound of nails and a pound of feathers :). That day he taught me a riddle and a pound is a pound :).
Some sad days were when I prayed for grandpa aka your great grandpa Marie and Iva to come home and he passed away. He lived around the corner. He would swear at us but the give us Oreos haha. He yelled at me for not cooking toast right. I never used and old toaster before I was used to having it pop up not doing it on my own. Papa would bring treats to us. Probably since we never got a lot of treats. I remember when papa was in the hospital I was 8 or 9 when he passed. I remember we all got done watching the Titanic on VHS and mom and dad came home. They came and got me to go to the hospital. I remember the nurses watching me and i fell asleep and woke up once They came to get me to see papa. It is not a good memory but the last I have. He was hooked up to machines and I saw him through a glass window. Still today it makes me cry a little. But I remember as i got older God took him home like i asked just not where i wanted him. I remember the thunderstorm when i prayed. that day i learned that God works in weird ways. Even though papa was a tough SOB i learned that loves comes in different forms for people.
My next place was the cemetery. I found quietness there when i couldn’t get it at home. I also went when i was having a hard time. Plus Theresa and i would go there and play in the creek there. We would pretend to cross into another time zone and dimension :). I also fell down cemetery rd on my bike and almost was hit by a white car i believe was the color. Mr. Schindler was at Arts and helped me clean my cuts and gave me a popcscle and then i was yelled at once i got home …. funtimes lol. Theresa helped me as well.
Great Aunt Mary’s was another fun place. 🙂