Warwood house stories

In March 2007, Larry Stahl wrote:

… we could probably write a book about the happenings of growing up in that house in south Warwood. Mom standing by that window in the kitchen watching Tom and me go up the alley to school in the morning, then all of a sudden she would only see me. Tom would hide in Kelleys garage so he would not have to go to school.

You had a friend who lived down the alley, Karen, don't remember her last name but she would talk your head off. Do you remember the time I acted like I had a cup of hot coffee and tripped, Karen thought she had been burned and she went bananas.

In March 2007, Mary K . Stahl wrote:

Those are good stories. I can just visualize Mom at that window.

My friend's name was Karen Harbert. When she was married and living in Texas (I think) she sometimes would send Dad Christmas cards but I've lost track of her. I remember that she was quite a talker. I often seemed to have friends that were my complete opposite.

In April 2007, Jamie Stahl Bowsher wrote:

I have very fond memories of Sunday afternoons at Grandma and Grandpa Stahl’s house after Mass at Corpus Christi. I remember piling into the old blue Beetle to go to the bakery to buy “smear faces”, playing “Mail Man” (running through the house screaming “Mail Man” and delivering our drawings to our parents), reaching into the top drawer of the desk in the front room to retrieve black pencils marked "Wheeling Pittsburgh Steel" so we could draw those lovely drawings, being given foil wrapped chocolate bunnies in a cardboard house at Easter, playing with Risa’s old Barbies in the basement, typing on Grandpa’s old Underwood typewriter upstairs in the bedroom, eating sausage on colored toothpicks, Grandpa’s trains and village under the Christmas tree, all of us grandkids getting matching handmade (by Grandma) pajamas and a book for Christmas, wallking down the alley to the little corner store (can’t remember the name of it) to get penny candy, Grandma buying us Current stationery and telling us to write to our cousins, climbing the peach tree in the backyard. I feel badly for the younger grandkids who did not have the opportunity to have the "Warwood experience"! Those of us "single digit" grandkids ( I am #2!!!) had a great time in that house.