Glendale. Introduction.

-As I mentioned before, these next couple of entries are going to be about the little town I grew up in, Glendale. For those who don't know where Glendale is, it is right between Kirkwood and Webster Groves, about 9 miles Southwest of the city. I moved there when I was two and left when I was 20. There are so many great stories and memories that happened there over the years that really make this place special. I will always miss that little two story, three bedroom house that I was raised in and the neighborhood surrounded it

- The family and I moved to Glendale when I was about 2.5 years old from the good ole' town of Ste. Genevieve, Missouri. We moved on a perfect street with kids all around our ages and we instantly became great friends. I don't remember my first couple of years there but I am sure no one can remember anything from the ages of two to five.

-Glendale was our own playground. Wiffel ball was played. Doorbells were donged and then ditched. We would walk to and from school and honestly the best of going to school, was knowing that you got to walk home. We would walk to play football. We would walk to get 200 sour patch kids for two bucks down the street and to the left. Walking was essential and it was the best part of living there. We would walk up and down the long streets that were hidden by 70 year old oak trees for hours just horsing around. I grew up on those streets (kinda feel like a drug dealer/gangster for saying that but its true). It was a town with a great school, a great history and it was a great place to grow up.

-I miss Glendale a lot. Life was a lot simpler back then.

Part 1. 246 Parkland Ave (coming soon).

"And That's a Winner..."

It's Been Too Long...

-I have become lazy about blogging and I have no idea why. I've been doing some writing on the side, I should have just been writing on my blog. But anyway... I have come up with a new idea about what I am going to write about for the next couple of weeks. Ever since I have moved out West to Chesterfield I have missed my old house in Glendale. I miss how the house was kind of hidden while walking north down the hill and just having it appear somehow out of nowhere on the right side of the street. I miss walking home from grade school with half of my class. I miss getting my ass kicked in basketball at the neighbor's court by my brother. I miss having the mail man actually walk up to your house and deliver the mail. And most of all I miss running around the old neighborhood with the MQP boys. The next couple of entries are going to be about my life growing up in Glendale. They are going to be about how special that little town still is to me....To be continued...

"And That's a Winner..."