First stop - my childhood home on Brighton Drive.
My parents bought our brick raised ranch home in the Haines Acres sub-division on Brighton Drive brand new, circa 1965-1966. We lived there until the summer of 1974 when we moved to Framingham, MA. The home is still there and is well kept; the trees are taller, the houses seem shorter and squatter. Perhaps it's the influence of the Three Little Pigs, but I've always remembered the brick exterior of our home on Brighton Drive positively, as compared to wood shingles or siding in later homes. Zillow values it at $182K - not too shabby.
Looking at the house today, I recall that my bedroom (at least in later years, once our family was complete) was downstairs, under the living room bay window. The octogonal window in the garage was up pretty high for us kids but we liked to climb on boxes, shelves, or ladders to look out it (and look in from the front steps). Our parents kept the cars in the garage overnight, so it was mostly empty, but on rainy days mom would pull her car out into the driveway so we could hang out in the garage and play. There was a door into the backyard at the rear of the garage, and two doors into the house - one into the living spaces, a second into a laundry room along the back of the house.
One winter, the backyard froze solid and then thawed suddenly, and the bottom floor flooded through a rear slider in the family room; I remember being in my pajamas and snow boots, using a snow shovel to sweep the water through the house and into the garage, as dad dug a trench in the ice pack to take the water around and away from the house.
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A nice write-up about the Haines Acres community here:
"Curvilinear road layouts are typical of developments from this time period and tend to follow the rolling topography of the subdivision. The curves also serve to calm traffic in residential neighborhoods and are often used to market the safety of the development for families." ~ Living PlacesA bird's eye view is the first place to describe the neighborhood.
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I still remember the family names - on our side the Glass family, the Russells, the Kellys, the Eastmans. Behind us the Kaplans, the Quinns, the Keffers. Looking at the map, the five larger, newer homes on the far side of Alton Lane were built in the late 70's, after a large barn located on that spot (and used by the builder Epstein & Sons to store equipment and lumber) went up in flames (September 1975, soon after we moved).
Epstein & Sons provided a lot of entertainment for us kids; the neighborhood was in some sort of development throughout our time there, and we kids invariably found ourselves playing in the houses under construction. Kids would swipe wood from the scrap pile for forts, we play in the unfinished houses (surely way too dangerous in these more sanitized times) and we'd keep an eye out for "Epstein" in his El Camino, come to chase us off.
Back in the day, a small creek (more of a gully or drainage ditch, I imagine) ran between the homes on Brighton Drive and Schoolhouse Lane; we'd spend long hours messing around in it - catching crayfish, following toys floated down the creek, wading in small pools. If I recall correctly, there were drainage pipes that ran into the creek from the street sewers, and adventurous hooligans (not I) would crawl into them and spy on people from the storm drains.
I don't remember much about the neighbors. The Quinn family directly behind us were fast friends (to this day, June Quinn mourns the loss of my mom more than we kids do) and had three kids around our age - Karen, Rob, and Sue. One house up from them was Alan Kaplan (who picked up the regrettable moniker of "Fudd", no idea why). He had pretty good toys and brand name snack food, if I recall correctly. The Eastman family, down two houses on Brighton, also had kids our age, I think there was a Guild and Katherine our age, as well as Linda (older) who babysat us now and then.
I also remember a kid (Craig? maybe) way down Brighton near Sundale in a more traditional single story ranch that I played with occasionally. I remember playing Risk and Stratego and setting up basement spanning wars using soldiers.
Three other memories from that house and period:
- We had a small metal box on the front porch and would have milk delivered (and leave the empties for collection). I suspect somewhere in the family archives there's a picture of one of us on the front steps (first day of school photo) with the milk box in evidence. It made a nice place to sit, and we kids would hide stuff in there as well.
- When it rained, the street had small, curved gutters or gullies to catch and carry the rain water, and that would be a fine place to set a boat or ball and follow it as the water carried it down the street, so long as you caught it before it hit the drain.
- When it snowed (not all that often) construction road graders would be used to plow the streets. When we moved to Massachusetts, I was quite confused to find rather pedestrian dump trucks with plows affixed in use, and thought perhaps that was because MA could not afford proper snow plows.
- East York Elementary School
- York Suburban Middle School
- St. Joseph's Elementary Center
- Wisehaven Swim Club
- Hill's Department Store
- Jay's Supermarket