This project begins with no definite goal in mind, and comes about as the result of a longtime inner nagging that there is something important to explore, to say, about growing up on Edgewood Road. How did the way we grew up 30 or 40 years ago, in a particular time and place, set the stage for who we are today? What do we remember that was fun or silly – or scary? How is the way we grew up different from how our children (if we have them) are growing up? What do we miss? What are we relieved to have survived about the much less supervised childhood of a generation ago?

These are some of the things I’d like to explore with others who were kids living in the neighborhood called Edgewood, in and around Edgewood Road. We played and went to school together, teased and tormented each other, feared and admired the older kids, looked-out haphazardly for the little kids, went on vacations with each others’ families and simply sat on the front step of each other’s houses, with parents often only a distant reality.

Anything else that anyone would like to write about, from this time, is OK too.