When I was growing up on Dearborn Avenue, I lived in the same house my Dad grew up in. His mother lived in that same house when her family immigrated from Leeds, Yorkshire, England in 1915. Four generations of Wilkinsons lived at #7 Dearborn Avenue. My Dad had many great memories of the neighborhood, and most of them revolve around playing baseball at Avery Field. This field is now gone, since there is a housing project there now. When my Dad was growing up it was a vacant lot at the end of Dearborn Avenue. Bill Poole lived at #17 Dearborn Avenue. I remember playing with his daughter Carolyn, who was my age.
middle row
Tom Kelley, Bruce Miller, Dick Woodbury, Bill Lord, Jack Wilkinson, Ted Margolis,
Bill Poole, Jr., Jordan Baker, Jim Hoar,
front row
John Sheeny, Bob Marsella
back row
Bill Poole, Sr., ? Egan, Brad Rushworth, Bill Ottley, Frank Driscoll,
Billy Pinkerton, Bob Burchstead, Hardy Nicola
My Dad is the 14 year old boy with sunglasses, Jack Wilkinson, fourth from the left in the middle row.
Bill Poole said in his message that "...it was the last of many fun filled games that brought the neighborhood together...". I remember the same nostalgic tone my Dad had in his voice when he reminisced about those days.
There is a note on the back of this photo "Avery Field before a 'Mens-Boys' baseball game, August 1949" |
First photograph courtesy of Bill Poole, Beverly, Massachusetts.
Second photograph courtesy of my uncle Richard Wilkinson, Long Beach, California
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Copyright 2011, Heather Wilkinson Rojo
I also love the fact that the faces on the photo were identified. Who knows who else will see this and identify family!
ReplyDeleteI didn't think of that, Kathleen. I just updated my blog by putting the names into the text so they would be available to search engines. I hope someone else finds a grandfather, father or brother this way. If you do, please drop me a comment!
ReplyDeleteMy husband played in neighborhood baseball games all during his youth. Those games were the happiness of his childhood, pure and simple. Now we have Little League, and the accompanying angst. Too bad.
ReplyDeleteLovely, nostalgic photos.