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Sunday, June 11
Happy Hundredth
Yesterday we held a festival in the streets for our little neighborhood, in celebration of its 100th birthday. The first property of the subdivision was sold in June, 1906. It was a "streetcar" subdivision and, being 3/4 mile out of town, was advertised as having "cleaner air."
So many folks in town have grown up or lived in our neighborhood, and they all have very sentimental feelings about it. I am still not quite sure why this neighborhood evokes such emotion in people; maybe because the houses are soooo close together, we really feel close! Whatever the reason, we had people from many states, and many ages, come to the celebration and share memories with the others who were there.
We held the groundbreaking for the park at 11am and selected four people to use the shovels: a neighbor who is 84 yrs old who was born in the house where she still lives; the Mayor of our small town; my DGF who convinced me to stop dreaming about a park and start working to make it reality; and a 2-yr-old who is one of four generations of his family living at the neighborhood, all alive today.
The day began with a 5k race that wound through the neighborhood. Little One ran it with her BF and I was so proud.
I took a zillion pics but our new digicam does not talk to this old decrepit computer. We have a new Dell in the box awaiting our office makeover. Now that Centennial planning is over, we will effect that makeover this week and I should be able to post the additional pics later this week. The few I am posting here are courtesy of a neighbor who emailed them yesterday evening.
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