Feb 20
4 min read
The Penny Candy Store
Remembering the simple memories of an “unscheduled” childhood
My paternal grandparents lived in a flat above a tavern on Hopkins Street in South Buffalo. Even in the ’60s, the street was down in the mouth, within pollution distance of Bethlehem Steel, where my grandfather, father, and brother worked. Visiting them required a climb up a steep set of stairs leading into a vestibule with…
