Pragmatist
Pragmatist

Pasadena
Tue Jun 03 2003

The next day Stan came back with the rest of our belongings and we managed to get settled in. I never did find out what happened with the hospital bill. We took Stevie back to the hospital in about a week (I think it was) and had his stitches removed. Again, a brave little boy.

The neighbors: Leona and Bill (I think) Wheeler. How 'bout that. It finally came to me. They had two boys who were pre-teens at the time. They continued being wonderful neighbors.

Now, let me tell you about the apartment. The community was a series of duplexes, and the Wheelers lived in the building next to us. It took a while to get acquainted with the couple who lived on the other side of our duplex. But I wander.

The apartment: The front door gave on to the living/dining room, with the kitchen to the left. There was a hallway to the bedrooms and bathroom. The single wall heater was in the hallway, and when winter came we found that it did absolutely nothing to heat anything but the bedrooms. The floors were covered with brown and speckled linoleum (ugh). The kitchen was small, but very efficient. Surprisingly, there was adequate cupboard space, and a good size linen closet in the hallway. Oh, yes, and draperies came with the windows.

There were no fences, so there was no such thing as a back yard or front yard. There was a small patch of grass between the sidewalk and the building, and I remember there was a banana plant outside. It never produced any bananas for the few months we lived in the apartment, but it had big pretty leaves on it.

Stevie was four years old by this time, and a wanderer. It wasn't long before he knew everyone in the neighborhood and even found another boy his age to play with. When I went knocking on doors and asking "Have you seen a little blond boy with blue eyes...." "Oh, you mean Stevie? He was here a little while ago, but he went to so-and-so's place." When I finally caught up with him, I had knocked on probably a dozen doors.

I wasn't too worried because we lived on a side street and the neighborhood was safe, but we did come to sort of an agreement that he would tell me where he was going. Usually (but not always) that's where I'd find him when I went looking.

I don't believe that child ever met a stranger. He's a grown man now, still friendly, a sense of humor that cracks me up, and still a wanderer. He's temporarily settled now, but it won't surprise me when I find out he's taken off "that-away" again.

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4 Comments
  • From:
    CovertOps (Legacy)
    On:
    Tue Jun 03 2003
    What a great story, as usual, Chaya!
    Stevie must be quite a character! Do you have any photos of him, recent or as a child, that you can post here in your diary, please?
    That seems funny to me, an Occidental banana plant. It's probably a 'male' plant, which is why it didn't bear fruit. Or it could be past its prime.
    There may be nothing truly fancy about your duplex but it served its purpose as a home. I'm sure Stevie had wonderful memories growing up there. I hope the Wheelers chance upon your diary and are touched by what you remember of them.
    God Bless the Wheelers! :o)
    Love,
    E.L.
  • From:
    Yetzirah (Legacy)
    On:
    Tue Jun 03 2003
    My oldest son never met a stranger either.
    This was pretty handy to an introvert like myself.
    One time when we were on a bus trip to visit relatives, I wanted to know what time it was at a bus station with a broken clock. I had no troubles though, I just asked my 4 year old to "Go ask that man what time it is." And he promptly nipped off and asked the stranger for me and also had a little conversation with him.
    He is the same way today. . .
    Some things we are just born with you know???
    Y.
  • From:
    Sezrah (Legacy)
    On:
    Tue Jun 03 2003
    what a delightful boy he must have been, i bet it did him good to have so much people contact

    sez
  • From:
    FishCreekBride (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Jun 04 2003
    Talk about the good old days! I remember being a kid and play with all the other kids in the neighborhood. How nice!