Growing up in Niagara Falls #ThrowbackThursday


Living in Niagara Falls in the 1960s, my parents cooled their itchy feet long enough to buy a house. Here’s a piece I dug up out of the cellar about those years. 

Of Brasso and Brownies

It’s daunting to move into a new house and make it yours. A never before lived in house seems more than new as it stands before you, untouched, immaculate, strangely virginal. The difference between new and brand new can be an almost empty hollow feeling. No ghosts live within those walls. No child’s smudged fingerprints have been wiped away.

I was ten years old when we moved into our new house in Niagara Falls. We moved in the spring of 1963, the season of change in what would turn out to be a decade of change. In a house without history it fell to us to write the first page.


    



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