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Forced tolerance turns into great friendship for pair of siblings

How would you like it? How would you like to be the center of attention — perhaps the princess — for five years, two months and 20 days? Then, out of the blue, her mom came home from St. Joseph Riverside Hospital with a little bundle of joy — me — her little baby brother. This must have ...

WWII aircraft transfixing to 6-year-old in Warren

It was early 1942 — a few months after the beginning of World War II for the U.S. I was 6 years old and had a family friend named Bill who was a lieutenant in the U.S. Navy (the U.S. Army equivalent was captain). He had joined the Royal Canadian Air Force prior to Pearl Harbor — as had ...

What’s the modern equivalent of the old game kick the can?

It was usually close to dusk on a hot and humid late summertime evening when our games would start at the standpipe on Genesee Avenue NE. Carly, Ronnie, Sonny, Bonnie, Bill, Bob, Bob (there were two Bobs), Jackie, Bev, Stanley, Dale, my sister and I would gather around the base of that ...

Agricultural degrees aren’t just for farmers

It’s school time. Maybe you are like me and have a child headed off to college this week. As parents, we try to help our kids decide their career paths. As a farmer’s daughter and someone whose career is dependent on agriculture, I’ve encouraged my daughters to pursue agriculture-related ...

No visit for Asian relatives

As some of you dear readers know, I’ve begun my ninth decade as a native of good old Warren with little interruption. (I’m 81.) When I was of working age, good employment was available to me here, and I spent much of my career at Packard Electric. My two sons grew up here, and after their ...

Cool Warren, Ohio, teen boy fads

It was the summer of 1951. We had just finished 10th grade. I really thought we were quite stylish when two other classmates and I went for a stroll looking for girls on the boardwalk of an upscale East coast resort town called Rehoboth Beach. However, the way we were dressed resulted in ...

Holiday stirs fond memories of dad

Father’s Day will be this Sunday. Here are some of my earliest memories of my dad. Maybe this little note will stir up some fond early memories you may have of your dad. Who was this man called Dad? He wasn’t a bit like Mom. Mom was there all the time. It was 1938, and I was 3 years old. ...

Tucker created little more than memories

It was dawn on Labor Day 1947, my last day of freedom before beginning classes in the seventh grade at East Junior High. Dad and I climbed into our 1947 Chevy and drove to Rocky Santo’s place to pick him up for the ride to Cleveland. (Some of you, dear readers, will recognize Rocky as my hero ...

Trip to museum in the ’Burg

I live on the west side of Warren. My little street leads west down to the Mahoning River. I could toss a stone across the river, and it would land in Leavittsburg. In fact, the first three digits of my phone number are the same as residents of Leavittsburg. Maybe that makes me a pseudo native ...

We always counted on mom

Things didn’t vary much on Sunday mornings when I was a kid. We were always late for Sunday school. Mom and Dad loved to play cards with friends very late on Saturday nights, so Mom would invariably shut off the alarm on Sunday morning and fall back to sleep for a few too many extra winks. As ...

Easter experience tipped balance

By Don Mumford Special Easters come to mind that have been quietly locked away in memory for many years. One very special Easter was back in 1964. I was part of a young singles group at a tiny little rundown church in Hollywood, California. It was my rock during my stay in California. The ...

100 years of business in Warren

When I was a little kid in the early 40s, I often walked past a little business known back then as Thumm’s Tire Shop on my way home from Sunday school each week. I called it “Thumb’s,” but Dad corrected me and told me it was pronounced “Toom’s.” Thumm’s, located on the curve of ...

Rescue of little cabin cruiser

This is the second part of a story about four stalwart sea adventurers from Warren who became stranded in the Indian River Bay in Delaware when their little cabin cruiser wouldn’t start. The only light we could see in that pitch darkness was coming from the drawbridge in the distance that ...

Stranded on a cabin cruiser

I was 12 years old. It was August of 1948. We were on vacation in Delaware. I didn’t like crab cakes. I was awakened after a cold, fitful night of sleep on one of the two bunks in the bow of the little cabin cruiser. There were no blankets. I had heard footsteps on the decking overhead. It ...

Picturesque trek cause for envy

It was mid-May 1947, and I was finishing up the sixth grade at Garfield Elementary. I overheard Dad talking to Mom about a proposed “business” trip that he was planning. It turned out that he and his boss, Mac, were planning to take Mac’s newly re-fitted cabin cruiser from its small ...

Pretty g-i-r-l-s sure are perplexing

I’ll not use real names in some parts of this little epistle to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent. It was late spring of 1951. I was a sophomore at Harding High. I noticed this very pretty freckle-faced blonde girl named Jill in my study hall. I found out her last name. I was too ...

Frederick Douglass’ amazing job

“When in doubt, quote Frederick Douglass,” observed a historian at a professional meeting several years ago. Through multiple autobiographies, speeches and editorials, Douglass’ words remain inspirational well into the 21st century. As the most prominent civil rights activist of the ...

Good memories of old friends

I’ve lost track of my old grade school and junior high buddy, John Strommer. He and his family moved to Youngstown in 1950 after he finished ninth grade. I made a few attempts to contact him after that, but I heard nothing. I first met John when he was a newcomer in the fourth grade at ...

Lip reading inspired wonder

It was about 10 p.m. on a windy spring Saturday in 1946. I was 10 years old and home alone. I was in bed and had just turned off my radio and the light on my night stand. What was that? I heard something in the attic! There it was again! It was a loud click or two and then a creaking sound. ...

Homesick? Or just miss Snowball?

It seems that dogs and their tragic demise marked the passage of time when I was a kid. When we lived on York Avenue here in Warren, Snowball, a beautiful white Eskimo spitz, was our family dog. I spent many hours as a 3 and 4 year old crawling around on the floor and napping with him under the ...