Knew the Egly's. Knew Rose (Chuck's ex) fairly well. She remarried and lived in the duplex behind the Needhams. I was born in 55, moved to 6th st around the time you moved to Portland.
You probably knew Ron (turning 70 this year) and/or Joan Fisher who lived in the red house across the street, one house off the corner. I married their youngest sister, Rhonda.
I lived at 6th and B, kitty corner to the Needhams. Our house burned down in 1970 and there's a medical center there now.
Ronnie was a friend of mine back in the third grade. The Egly girls were very close and their parents were close friends of my aunt and uncle. I saw them at a funeral in an Episcopal church somewhere on the East side of Portland.
I attended Christ Episcopal church and was a Boy Scout under Peter Blythe (sp?), the local attorney. I went to school with Carol Halvorsen.
You lived on the same side of sixth as me and the Eglys and the kid next door that used to practice on the drums so much that he drove me nuts. He became the fire chief out in either Hillsboro or Washington County. Now, I'm trying to remember his name. Wow, it just popped into my head, Jerry Rillette (again sp?).
Our house had a willow tree in the back yard.
I knew Ronnie but I never knew Joan who must have been a few years younger than Ronnie.
We used to know everybody in town. If we didn't know them by name we knew them by face.
When we first moved here from Atlanta, we didn't have pot to pee in. Old man Wizer reached in his wallet and took out a $50 dollar bill and gave it to my mom and said to pay it back whenever she can. At that time he was the produce manager at the Food Center, a grocery store across 'A' avenue from where Wizer's first got built. Old man Wizer used to scare me with his deep and dark eyes. I had no idea he was such a nice guy until my mother told me that story about, I dunno, 10 maybe 20 years ago.
We were living on second street right behind the Bacons when we moved to Portland. Jerry Bacon was my closest friend at that time. Jerry became the boxing champion in his weight class for his fleet in the Navy. He always was a good fighter.
Chuck Needham was always bigger than me as a kid but I ran into him at Ft. Monmouth, NJ in the Army and at that time I was bigger than him. Now, the reason that was so amazing was that I was the smallest boy my age in my school and he was the largest.
While you're significantly younger than me we seem to know a lot of the same people. Even my younger brother who was separated from me by four years would be about four years older than you if he weren't deceased.
I'll bet you had some of the same teachers such as Mrs. Gardner in kindergarden, Mr. Nichols in the 4rth grade and Mrs. Hardwick in the sixth grade. There was a Mrs. Smith in the 5th grade but I'm a little bit foggy on the grade she taught.
