This experience started out as a hated chore that turned into a real adventure.
This house was built in 1913.
We moved our store here.
There were paper and dried leaves and old lighters and empty cigarette packs strewn around, broken beer bottles condoms, even.
Former splendor wrecked by time and poverty.
There are the government projects behind the house and down the alley.
(Can't get much worse than that...)
***the building code inspector comes a knocking!***
I must take a shovel to dirt that has been packed on for decades.
Armed with a bucket, trash bags, a knife (mostly for protection from residents) Lysol, a broom and a snow shovel.
In May. The sidewalk was caked in dirt that was literally inches deep.
There used to be a huge bronze factory a few blocks away during WWI-20's that poured out so much soot that the snow got black.
There was still soot even 90 years later.
Anyway, there were interesting things to be found, to my surprise.
First, there was a wrought iron fence guarding empty space! It even still locks.
Was this for the children who grew up here in days (and walls) gone by?
It reminded me of an old Victorian house in San Francisco I'd heard of, where the eccentric owner built steps to ...empty spaces.
She thought it would confuse evil spirits that she felt certain would find her, otherwise.
I also found an old wooden box attached to a wall with
some old mail from the 1950's.
Letters from former residents of our 1913 house.
Italians. (Most of the town is Italian).
We'd always wondered who lived here in days gone by.
There were also some coupon books paperboys used that i hadn't seen since i was a paperboy myself . This was a rare (how likely is it?) treat that brought fond memories.
Then, also unexpected, I unearthed a heavy, ornate wrought iron post that was buried completely.
It probably was original, based on design, and antiquity.
Also, it was right against the cement.
They just don't make these kind of things anymore.
It belongs to another historical period.
These kind of things fascinate me.
Some other things inside that remain on this great house are works of art as well.
The post will always remind me of time and place where my beloved Dad (who is now deceased) and I ran our family business.
To me, it is priceless.
And now, there was this new, clean space!
A nice, safe place behind the house, that those kids, stuck living in the alley through no fault of their own, can run around and play in.
It beats the alley.
I know this all might not sound earthshaking.
But, every day we hear all the complaints and grumbling day to day....
Here's a little sun.