I enjoyed the second ride down Primrose Lane just as much as the first. Life on Meridian Street? Thanks for keeping us entertained so delightfully Bob.
Well, I thoroughly enjoyed the vicarious pleasure of listening to the first episode of Marty's Chronicles describing the house at 4425 Primrose, while thinking about you sitting outside that same house listening to that same podcast...
The trips down other people's memory lanes aren't usually that interesting but this one, when interwoven with my own recollections of that time - albeit many thousands of miles away - gave me pause for some very pleasant thought.
Lovely. If you think more about the solitary bathroom mystery, you may hear pounding and hollering echoing through the years. (WHADIDYA DO? FALL IN?) Although, as you went to the Unitarian church, perhaps not.
I’m late getting to Primrose Avenue but I’m loving it. Your accounts of your storied international career belie your Norman Rockwell childhood. Or maybe it’s the other way around—can never figure how that belie thing goes. Anyway, a wonderful piece.
My husband and I listened to the podcast featuring you while driving from our home in Houston to our hometown of Indianapolis. Mike was a 49th and Primrose resident, so we love Marty’s reflections and now, yours. Thank you!
Nicely done. I was a Northwest sider in the same era. Still we spent most of our Time in your neck of the woods as with Broad Ripple, Glendale, Merrill’s Hi-decker and the Teepee the NE part of town was a big draw. Moved back and on the NE -joined the Rivi so that I can step back into the ‘50’s anytime I want.
Wow, Bob. Fantastic! You might like to know that I have the receipt for the house. You are right about the price plus $500 down and $50 per month. I also have the meat grinder that was screwed to the end of the countertop.
You will be proud to know that yesterday's story is the most-visited since I launched 5 a.m Stories on March 19. Obviously some of that is a natural trajectory, since my readership continues to grow. On the other hand, number two is one I posted back on March 27, so there's that. https://robertbasler.substack.com/p/pie-in-the-sky-was-the-icing-on-the
Bob, you give nostalgia a whole new meaning, and in fact you make it meaningful! So many images that make it feel as if we're actually back there in the so-called golden 50's, which were a relief from being in World War II, but which were not really the best of times. Glad Marty sees it through rose colored glasses.
Hillside was the same. A Maple tree up front gave some shade to help the little blue window fan. Two bedrooms and a tiny bathroom for 7 people. Today I have to race to one of the 5 bathrooms in my house and even though there's only 2 of us I barely make it without peeling down my leg. The joys of the Golden years
I enjoyed the second ride down Primrose Lane just as much as the first. Life on Meridian Street? Thanks for keeping us entertained so delightfully Bob.
Well, I thoroughly enjoyed the vicarious pleasure of listening to the first episode of Marty's Chronicles describing the house at 4425 Primrose, while thinking about you sitting outside that same house listening to that same podcast...
The trips down other people's memory lanes aren't usually that interesting but this one, when interwoven with my own recollections of that time - albeit many thousands of miles away - gave me pause for some very pleasant thought.
Thank you, Patrick….
Lovely. If you think more about the solitary bathroom mystery, you may hear pounding and hollering echoing through the years. (WHADIDYA DO? FALL IN?) Although, as you went to the Unitarian church, perhaps not.
thanks, Joyce. little-known fact: I was 39 years old before I lived somewhere with two bathrooms.
And today, at 44th and Primrose ... https://www.wthr.com/article/news/crime/impd-person-injured-shooting-near-indiana-state-fairgrounds-primrose-avenue/531-0b2932b7-dcdd-4516-8665-43a70533d9c7
Yikes!
I’m late getting to Primrose Avenue but I’m loving it. Your accounts of your storied international career belie your Norman Rockwell childhood. Or maybe it’s the other way around—can never figure how that belie thing goes. Anyway, a wonderful piece.
thank you, Susan!
My husband and I listened to the podcast featuring you while driving from our home in Houston to our hometown of Indianapolis. Mike was a 49th and Primrose resident, so we love Marty’s reflections and now, yours. Thank you!
Thank you for your kind words, and for subscribing, Sue...
Nicely done. I was a Northwest sider in the same era. Still we spent most of our Time in your neck of the woods as with Broad Ripple, Glendale, Merrill’s Hi-decker and the Teepee the NE part of town was a big draw. Moved back and on the NE -joined the Rivi so that I can step back into the ‘50’s anytime I want.
Merril's Hi-Decker! Wow!
Wow, Bob. Fantastic! You might like to know that I have the receipt for the house. You are right about the price plus $500 down and $50 per month. I also have the meat grinder that was screwed to the end of the countertop.
Humbled & honored you’d use my podcast episode “The House At 4425” as the backdrop for recalling our shared neighborhood.
As always, a greatly entertaining read.
Looking forward to our conversation next week on the newest Installment of THE PRIMROSE CHRONICLES
theprimrosechronicles.buzzsprout.com
You will be proud to know that yesterday's story is the most-visited since I launched 5 a.m Stories on March 19. Obviously some of that is a natural trajectory, since my readership continues to grow. On the other hand, number two is one I posted back on March 27, so there's that. https://robertbasler.substack.com/p/pie-in-the-sky-was-the-icing-on-the
They can’t believe such a world renown personality could come from such humble beginnings
Naturally, entertaining and full of insights and nostalgia, Bob. It’s a pleasure to discover your current writing spa!
Thank you, Paul. Welcome to my humble abode...
They are indoors but one is the kitchen sink
I thought those were the Episcopalians, but we didn't have any of those, either...
AKA The Chosen Frozen
P.S. Is it serendipity that my son's house is on Primrose Avenue - at 54th street, though.....
Bob, you give nostalgia a whole new meaning, and in fact you make it meaningful! So many images that make it feel as if we're actually back there in the so-called golden 50's, which were a relief from being in World War II, but which were not really the best of times. Glad Marty sees it through rose colored glasses.
That's sweet, but everybody knows you were a child of the 60s...
Hillside was the same. A Maple tree up front gave some shade to help the little blue window fan. Two bedrooms and a tiny bathroom for 7 people. Today I have to race to one of the 5 bathrooms in my house and even though there's only 2 of us I barely make it without peeling down my leg. The joys of the Golden years
Nice try, Steve. Don't nobody have five bathrooms. I suppose they're all indoors, right?