As the memo-ries of my childhood come bouncing back to me, I think about the time when I was 12 and in the sixth grade, passing this Tribune to my many good customers in my own neighborhood.
There were some very cold days, and this young man tried to go as fast as possible to deliver the news to the customer. Sometimes the hands were so cold, it took a long time to get warm afterward.
We lived in an area on North LaFountain Street near the Globe Corp. and the Pennsylvania Railroad, which also ran alongside the Train Depot here in Kokomo. The people in our area were all good people, who not only were our neighbors but also our good friends.
We went to Williard School over on Purdum and Monroe, and I was a member of the patrol that helped the kids get to school safely. My spot was at Monroe and Kennedy streets.
On the way to school each day, those in our neighborhood who went to Willard could stop at a little grocery store run by Sam Martin. He was a cheery old soul who waved at us as we went by.
Down the street from there, on Kennedy Street, was Dulin’s Gas Station, and the people there helped watch us as we went by. North of there about three blocks was Winburn’s Grocery, run by Merl Winburn. After school let out, the kids in the neighborhood would help him sort the grocery items for the shelves.
Going north up to Broadway Street was another grocery store run by the Witacres, and later in years by Bill French. Reece Sullivan had a gas station about a block away, and he also sold candy and chips.
That neighborhood was full of good people who not only ran their businesses but also helped families keep watch over the kids. If those people were still living, our world would be a lot better off.