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I know, I’m tardy again. Once you read this post you might understand that that could be my normal. Some house keeping first though. I received a comment from my cousin Phillip: “GREAT JOB– PLEASE TELL US MORE — I ONLY REMEMBER THINGS AFTER 1960—- WHAT DID BIG LOU DO WHEN HE 1ST CAME BACK FROM WWII AND WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER ABOUT MY MOM AND DAD. I REMEMBER WHEN WE ALL GOT TOGETHER TO CLEAN ALL THE WOODS OUT OF THE BACK YARD WHEN YA’LL 1ST MOVED TO 540 JEFFERSON AND MY DAD SCRATCHED HIS EYE BALL!!” Phillip, you have a short memory, don’t you? (Kidding) I want to answer as much as I can about this for Phillip. So lets get that out of the way.

When Big Lou returned he found Gert (that’s one of his names for Carmel) and Little Lou were staying with the Mullens on Magazine Street. You should know

Louis, Jr, Me and Terry

that Big Lou only knew about Louis, Jr. from letters. One thing I know about his return is that I showed up in about 9 months after he showed up on Magazine St.

My first memories of your mom and dad were from our visits to their homes near Audubon Park and on Magazine St. We had fun when we visited, but Aunt Nina was always yelling: “Don’t leave things dragging!” As to the move to 540 and your Dad scratching his eyeball, well, weren’t we all great woodsmen, being city boys and all?!? I had a wonderful time back than and that leads me into Starting School.

It was a very traumatic experience, I think. I remember crying and begging to go home. That didn’t work and the nuns finally got me to go to class…I hated it and believe I was scarred for life by the experience…those of you who know me will agree, I’m sure. Seriously, though, that first year set the tone for many school years to come. I remember  only a few specifics about first grade. Within a few grading periods I made the Honor Roll for the first time. It was also the last time! I thought that it was easy to do, so I didn’t need to pay attention because it didn’t mean anything to me. I think I had ADD before it was popular. All of my report cards were checked with: “Waste Time and Annoys Others.” Some who know me now might say that in a lot of ways little has really changed in that area. I remember being in love with Mrs. Keifer who taught 6th grade. Her son was in my class for a number of years. Sis. Mary Jane Francis was one of the teachers who did take a special interest in me. She may have saved my life (at least figuratively) a time or two.

There was the time that Mom was teaching at a Jefferson Parish grade school on Jefferson Hwy and Dad was at work. Terrence and I were supposed to catch the school bus, but we missed it, so I decided we could walk to school. We arrived just as the school was emptying for a fire drill and I decided we that school must be over for the day and we should go home. The rest of this story needs its own post. There are more stories than I can fit into this post. I may need to do a part 2. Let me know what you think. If at least a few of you want to hear more I will add a few stories to a Part 2.

I will try to find a few more pictures to include in my blogs. I may have to get help from Brother Garry and maybe Terry. They seem to have all of the old prints. If the Crottys have any to add or if Phillip has a few, I would appreciate copies. See y’all next time!

I promised to be regular with my posts and that is what I intend to be. This week has to be early since we (Patricia and me) are leaving town on Thursday.

Lions Street is where our family moved sometime after Big Lou returned from WWII, and things were getting crowded, me and Terrence appeared on the scene, on Magazine Street. The Mullen/Crotty compound on Magazine Street was in a section of New Orleans that had the tony Garden District on one side and the fringes of the Irish Channel on the other side. That house was in the heart of everything! At least, that’s what I thought as a little boy.

This is what we probably looked like when we moved to Lions Street.

I could walk a couple of blocks to the Happy Hour Theater, or to Berman’s Dry Goods Store. There were other little stores along Magazine Street that were full of wonder for me, candies, toys, odds and ends that always seemed important. In either direction there were little stores, some with groceries and sodas, others with a variety of goodies. I could walk to any of them without fret or bother. And if I had a nickel, a dime, or quarter I could get almost anything I wanted! Lions Street was different.

Lions Street was no Magazine Street! It was in an unincorporated area of Jefferson Parish. Lions Street was the country compared to Magazine Street, the heart of everything. It was new and not all the houses were built.There were vacant lots! There was no Happy Hour Theater or Berman’s Dry Goods Store. No candy stores or variety stores that I could walk to no matter how much money I had in my pocket. There was a Frost Top, a Drive – In Theater and Tucker’s Steakhouse. There was a roadside farmers’ market, a couple of drug stores, and a Firestone Tire Center. But these were on Jefferson Highway, a busy two lane highway!

There were good things about Lions Street. There were those empty lots and houses under construction. To a boy these were really private little playgrounds. I could sneak through the lots to get to Jefferson Playground, a huge recreation center with a shop that sold chocolate malts! I could walk to school or to the Winn-Dixie Supermarket. As I grew older Lions Street started to look better to me. New families were moving in and I met Mary Ellen H. I went to grade school with Mary Ellen H. What memories!

Big Lou had a few cars that I remember. One on Lions Street had a rumble seat, I think. Dad was mostly a GM man when it came to cars, but he occasionally would buy a Ford and even a Chrysler. Big Lou would let me think I was helping work on the cars. I was probably causing him more work, but he would never say anything…although, he did run me off a few times!

The boys, Louis, Jr., Terrence and me, learned about a new world on Lions Street! No longer in the heart of everything like on Magazine Street. No more Happy Hour Theater or Berman’s. But Lions Street offered so many things. The empty lots, the homes under construction, the short cut through the empty lots to get to the playground where I could buy chocolate malts! Oh, did I mention meeting new people? To quote Joey: “How you doin’?!?”

On and off for the past several weeks…months really, I have been stuck. It seems as though every time I would try to post a blog my mind would go blank! Nothing! So I ‘cheated’ a little. I used some canned stuff about your home, maintaining it and insuring it. I am determined not to have that happen again…but I make no promises.

One way to get around the block was to commit to a series of posts on one subject. I decided to get a little autobiographical. I came up with the title The Life I Think I Lived. It is OK, not great, but it is serving a purpose.

Big Lou, Gert and the boys.

Over the course of the next few weeks I will add posts about the life I think I lived, but some people may not agree with what I remember about MY life. My brothers and cousins and the wives and children lived their own lives and where our lives intersected, they may remember things a bit differently. I do not claim to have a perfect memory. I invite their comments on changes that they would make to my story, but would rather hear their comments in the context of their stories in their own blog someday.

I started to outline the series below. This is a work in progress and is subject to change. I may leave out parts or add others. It should be fun…there are no axes to grind, no resentment for anything that happened or any of that stuff. What I learned from Carmel (Mom, the only woman in the photo), is that you should only remember the good about others. That is what I will try to do.

Please leave a comment. Tell me what you think of the plan. And, if you’d like to, share it with your friends on FB or Twitter. That would really get me motivated to write more!

When I Was a Child

– Lion’s Street

– Starting School

– The Years of Playing Ball (Jefferson Parish Recreational Department)

Growing Out of, and Into My Skin

– Grocery Stores, Paper Routes and High School (St. Aloysius)

– My Older Brother and His Girlfriend…long before Glee

– My Dating Days (Should I Really Tell?)

Where Have All the (Peter, Paul and Mary) … Gone?

Then There Was the Career?

Losses and Gains

Learning to Live Together

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A small maze.

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I just read a post on Ronnie Bartles blog (http://www.bartlesandassociates.com/bartlebys-blog/2011/7/10/do-i-know-you.html) about the saga of Coco and her fiancée, first time home buyers. It made me stop and think about how things have changed over the past couple of years. Coco is not alone in her angst and customer service has all but disappeared. But there is hope!

My wife, Patricia, and I are Realtor*s and have helped a number of first time home buyers, and seasoned home buyers and sellers navigate through the real estate maze that is a fact of today’s market. We haven’t done this alone. We have a select group of service providers, that have mastered the maze, and we recommend them to our clients. As a team, we help our clients through the maze and bureaucratic red tape. No real estate transaction today is without stress, but we Team Up for Success and reduce the stress for our clients.

There should never be a reason for a home buyer to have to change agents, or home inspectors on any real estate transaction and then lose the deal after all is said an done. We cannot change the bureaucracy involved with bank owned homes, or short sales. But we can make sure that all the t’s are crossed and all the i’s are dotted. Team Up for Success is not just a slogan, it is how we approach our profession. If you have real estate needs, buying or selling, first timers or seasoned veterans, test us out! We want to Team Up for Success with you!

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