My “Home” Town Monday,
Four years ago, my parents moved to
I left Philly in 1970 when my husband (he was 25 and I was 22) took a position at a university in
Because of those annual visits, I was able to hang onto the things about Philly I loved. You know what they are: cheesesteaks, hoagies, Tastykakes, the Reading Terminal Market, the Art Museum, South Street, the riverfront, New Hope/Lambertville (where my husband grew up), Chestnut Hill, Fairmount Park, the Barnes Collection, the Jersey beaches, Pennsylvania Dutch country, Irish potatoes, the Phillies...and people that say merry to rhyme with hurry and not hairy. Ever once in a while, someone sends me a tin of Tastykakes or I pull out the recipe for Irish potatoes (candy) and make them, but it’s not the same. I've lost Philadelphia.
My family has deep Philadelphian roots. My maternal great, great grandparents, immigrating from
My maternal grandfather was an architect and worked for Charles Z. Klauder, the firm that designed many area buildings and the Cathedral of Learning in
My father was one of nineteen children, raised in
I grew up in the area then known as
And then I left Philly. And then my brother left. And then my parents left.
No matter how long I live in
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