Today, on a nostalgic trip back through time to revisit our old homes, I find that my memory was perhaps playing tricks on me. The large duplex, which we called a 'double' was quite a bit smaller than the other old homes on the street. I remember a sidewalk in front of the house, with a another sidewalk leading from the main sidewalk up to our porch. I remember that small sidewalk having a couple of steps up from the street where I sat and played with worms sometimes. Today there was no sidewalk leading up to the house, although I guess that could have disappeared over the years. There were only some small stepping stones.
When I lived there, the Oborn family lived in the adjoining duplex. Now the neighbors tell us the other side is occupied by the son of the current owner. The fenced back yard is no longer fenced, and it appears a garage might have been back there at one time, but only a bit of the foundation is left. The alley is much the same as I remember.
The most astonishing thing about the current house is the trees. On the other side, a large branch of a tree appears as though it rests on the roof. According to the neighbors, a large storm a few weeks ago was responsible for the demise of the large tree branch which now blocks the rear door of our side. The building is not nearly as large as I remembered. The large yard is clearly also not large.
House front. We lived on the right side which is currently for rent. You can see the stepping stones if you look closely.
House back with large tree limb blocking rear door on our side. The remains of a garage foundation are visible.
When I was about four, my parents were prepared to buy their first home which was quite an exciting day for our family although I recall feeling sad and knowing I'd miss the place. Our next home was at 3449 N. Adams Street. This house also had a large backyard where I could play. We even got a dog which we named Candy. It was a nice house, just right for our family of three. It had a kitchen, living room, dining room, bathroom and two bedrooms upstairs and a mostly unfinished basement except for one room finished in knotty pine panels. The house was at the end of a dead end road then. We had neighbors on one side and the other side went down into a little ravine where we had a little garden. I could walk around the edge of the ravine to get to the next street over, which was a through street, so I could get to school. We had happy times in that house. After a time I got a brother! Because he was small, he got my upstairs bedroom and I had the lovely knotty pine room in the basement. The basement also included a coal room and a furnace room. The washing machine was also in the basement. Eventually we knew it was time to leave the little house because I got a new sister and the house was getting crowded.
House front. Living room to the left and bedroom to the right.
House back: Bedroom to the left and kitchen door to the right leading to a small patio. Coal was brought to the rear of the house and delivered right into the coal room until the house was converted to oil heat.
Back yard looking from the house to the ravine.
I think there was no carport when we lived in the house. The large back yard was not as large as I recalled. The back fence was gone and the overgrown brush possibly made it seem smaller. Sadly, the house was empty and appeared to be abandoned. The front door was padlocked, but a look through the windows confirmed it was empty. Broken glass and empty liquor bottles were evident all around the home. I was sad to see the disrepair.
I suppose it was around 1956 or 1957 when my parents realized we needed to move to have more space, so they began looking for a new place. They found one, but the home was not finished. They must have agreed to finish the house as part of the deal, because we spent many hours there finishing and painting walls and other finishing work on the house. I think it must have been about March of 1957 when we finally moved in to 5010 Glenmar Lane.
It was called a tri-level house. A hallway bisected the house from front door to back door. To the left of the front door was a living room with dining room and kitchen behind it, all on the middle level. To the right of the front door and the hallway was a small stairway that led up to three bedrooms. A larger stairway led to the basement level beneath the bedrooms which became our family room, laundry and food storage area. It was also on a dead end street. Until more houses were built at the end of the street, we could pick wild strawberries there. We had a nice garden area behind the house. There was a medium sized Sycamore tree in the front yard. We also had a pretty redbud tree. We children spend a good bit of time picking up rocks in the yard before a lawn could be planted. The driveway had a turnout with a large wild cherry tree next to it that we liked to climb. At first the driveway was gravel, but later it was paved with 'blacktop'. Another sister was born while we lived there so us three girls shared a room.
All of the trees I remembered are gone now and part of the garage is obscured by a large bush that I don't recall having. Otherwise, it looked pretty much the same, although the blacktop appears to have reverted to gravel. The large window in the middle was our living room. The bedroom upstairs on the right was mine and my sisters' and the one on the left belonged to my brother.
It was when I was about 12 that my family once again decided we needed more space, so again my parents started looking for another place. This time they found a new subdivision where they could choose their own lot and house plan, but the house was not quite finished when we had to move out of our other home, so the builder offered to finish the garage first and put a lock on it, so we moved all our belongings into the garage and then went on vacation to visit our grandparents. When we returned home, the house was finished enough to move in to. There were still a few remaining things to do, so it seemed we always had members of various building trades around for a few weeks until everything was completed. What luxury! I had my own room! My brother had his own room as well and my sisters shared the fourth bedroom. It was pretty much a new neighborhood, so most of the trees had been removed by the subdivider to make it easier for him. Trees in the neighborhood were all small ones planted by the home owners. We lived at 5464 Mark Lane.
Over the years, the neighborhood has become shady and full of lovely trees. It is still a well-kept neighborhood. I lived in this home during grades 8-12, after which I moved away for college and really never lived at home again for any great length of time.
A few years later, my family moved to their last Indianapolis home at 6637 Albion Drive. This home still appears to be in good repair.
In late 1984 or early 1985, our family's time in Indiana ended as Dad retired and they moved on to the next part of their lives, but we'll always remember the song we learned to sing there:
Back Home Again in Indiana
Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candle light, still burning bright,
Through the Sycamores for me.
The new-mown hay sends all its fragnance
Through the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home.
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