3 Life History -- 1952 Smoke Coming From Grandma Conley's Garage!

back of Grandma Conley's house

I saw smoke coming from Grandma Conley's garage! My two brothers and I lived with our mom in the attic of the house across the street from Grandma's house. I was six, sick, and had to stay in, so I was looking out the window. When I saw the smoke I knew I should call the fire department, but since I didn't know how, I decided to enjoy the show. I saw the fire engines come (too late!), smoke, flames, people running around, and my four year old brother, Kenny, sneaking back across the street. Later, he confessed to me that he had been playing with matches in Grandma's garage. I was so glad that I had been home sick and couldn't be blamed for the fire.

(I took this picture many years later from my Grandma's driveway in Akron, Ohio. This is the house across the street from her her house that we lived in. The right attic window was where I was watching the fire.)

4 Life History -- Childhood Thanksgivings

Fay June, Evelyn, Eunice (Grandma Conley), Pat, & Edith Conley

We spent a lot of time at Grandma Conley’s during my early years.  She was a tiny, thin woman with white hair.  I especially remember how kind and sweet she was.  I also remember some really fine Thanksgiving dinners, always with cranberry sauce, which I ate once and never again.  We always loved to go to Grandma’s house, a place of love and security.

I can remember always being at my Grandma Conley's house for Thanksgiving. The dinners were always good, but I never ate the cranberries.

This is a picture of my grandma Conley's birthday in 1956.