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  • Toni

    As a child, I lived in Juniata Park – surrounded by row houses, city streets and cement driveways. I did not have a back yard to play in. My father could cut our tiny “postage stamp” front lawn with hand clippers. My friends and I played lots of street games, rode bikes, roller skated, and jumped rope. I had a wonderful childhood growing up in this Philadelphia neighborhood. When I needed time alone, I walked a few blocks to the Juniata Creek. I had a special rock that overlooked the creek – I sat there to unwind, to reflect, to dream. It was my special place! To this day, I find that water, be it a babbling creek or the steady thrum of ocean waves soothes and revives me!

    July 26, 2014
    • Elizabeth McDonnell

      I love that you had a creek nearby to escape to! What a special thing in the city.

      July 26, 2014
  • Kevin McDonnell

    Edges – edges of trees on the horizon, edges of buildings to the street, the various ‘hats’ on buildings, the edge of a creek or a river against the land,,,another way to say transitions, I guess. Nice article in your blog!

    July 24, 2014
    • Elizabeth McDonnell

      I know you’ve always loved the hats on buildings! It’s been a great way to make sure we all look up and around once in a while.

      July 24, 2014

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