Six Sentence Stories: Life around the Block

6 Sentence Stories:  This week’s cue is block

“Life around the Block”
(A childhood perspective)
-This was the 1940’s when I was 5 and 6 years old, my family lived several blocks away from my grandparent’s house, on the same street, a long street that seemed to stretch from one end of the city to the other, though it didn’t really and so I realized it when I saw this street again as an adult.
-My grandmother had one of these old fashioned ice box (it was the modern refrigerator of the day), a box on stilts into which was placed a huge block of ice, delivered by the ice man by truck, ice that kept the family food fresh.
-When my family visited my grandparents on Sundays, my parents would give us children one quarter each to spend on treats at the little candy store situated two blocks down.
-With that quarter, each of us would buy one ice cream cone, chips and an assortment of gooey 1-cent candies, (mostly sugar, enough to keep us burning steam for the rest of the day) and of course we also had our candy cigarettes and took turns putting on airs while sporting our pretend licorice cigars, the ones with a flaming orange tip at the end.
-At my house, life took place around the block where all the yards of our row houses were knitted together, including the local Church Yard, yards where we played games like “Kick the Can”, Hide and Seek and, best of all, the girls watched the boys climb up on the garages cheering them on while they leaped from one garage to the other, garages all set up in a row, just like all the houses, the boys being extra careful not to fall and scrape their skin because the yards were covered with the used white coal of the old furnaces, this coal spread out over the yards like a carpet of torture which left us with the notion that supposedly that’s where you disposed of the old, unusable burnt coal.
-That was the good old days and we knew nothing else than what we had and that was just great because we lived and played with anything we could find and sometimes we had nothing material but had fun just inventing games or sliding off the garage in winter since we had so much snow back then and my dad would build us a long toboggan hill from the top of the garage and my grand dad made a skating rink in his backyard so winter was all fun outdoors, and that was life around the block.

Hélène Vaillant ©Thoughts


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This week’s prompt was block


  • Both of my grandmothers were 500 miles away-I missed a lot.

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  • How absolutely fun growing must have been for you.

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  • UP, we were lucky to have our grandparents close. That was my father’s parents, they were 15 children in his family so lots of activity going on…then we moved when I was 8 years old and we ended up far away to another province. I do hope you did get to be with yours though at different times.


  • Quaiser, it was good in some parts especially when you are young you don’t see what others have that you don’t have, so you are happy.


  • Ah, candy cigarettes and licorice cigars with the orange tips. What a delight.

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  • My mother was just telling us that she grew up in much the same way

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  • Ivy your mother must be from my generation. It was very different for kids then.

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  • I am able to share many of your memories too except that it was wartime England and candy was strictly rationed along with everything else. We we allowed varying amounts according to how quickly or prudent you eked the it out. In fact it was worse just after WW2 as supplies ran out completely so we sucked on Horlicks tablets or licked lemonade powder from our hands!


    • Your childhood was definitely more difficult in England during WWII. Thank you for sharing yours. You were closer to the war then we were here. We definitely were spoiled here. My husband is 10 years older than me and he talks about food rationing too but he lived in a different city than my own.


  • My mother grew up in a town of 400, and I loved visiting there when I was growing up (in the late 60s and 70s). I would walk the few blocks from my great aunts’ house (they helped raise my mother) to “town” and spend a dime at the grocery store on penny candy. The drug store had a soda fountain with ice cream cones that were a nickel a dip. Life was good.

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    • Oh yes, soda fountain, there was one in my native town too when I was young. So much of this is gone now. Those are good times and memories for you dyanne. Thank you for sharing them with me. I love these stories.


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