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“Lincoln Park - Sundays people would gather on the grass and benches to chat with friends or play cards, checkers, dominos and chess on the picnic tables. Some would bring picnic baskets from home while others stopped after church. Children played soccer or played at the pond that was in the center of the park, they also had a carousel and swings, too. Water fountains were at the corners of the park off Kenilworth/W11th and W14th & Starkweather. There were bushes completely around the whole park and Post Lamps that lit up the park at night. They had toilets, but Mom remembers them being dirty. Mom seemed to think there were no sidewalks on the inside of the park in the early days, but brother Mike says there were always there. I remember goldfish in the pond and Mike says they broke ground in 1957 to put the swimming pool in that still stands today. Swimming was free from 7 years old and up, but you had to sign in your name and age before getting in. They would check our toes and make us take a quick outside shower spray before getting through the bar gates. Wednesday was Family night for swimming where parents could come. Teenagers would climb the fence and skinny dip late nights, too. There were Easter egg hunts and Band Concerts in the Park, also……
Our milk was delivered to our doorstep in glass bottles with cardboard caps. My brother Mike delivered the Cleveland Press Newspaper and then later turned it over to brother Bill who turned it over to Roman and me. We raised chickens, rabbits and pigeons in our backyard. We never locked our doors, someone was always home and kids running in and out all the time……
My mom was a cleaning lady and raised 4 children. She paid off her home and has lived in the same house in Tremont for 55 years so far. She has seen many changes over the years from good to bad to good again. There are still a few oldtimers like my parents that have hung on through thick and thin and still reside here in Tremont……”
With Memories and Sincerity, Maria Cairns-Yuras (Dowhaniuk Family)
*Used with permission from Maria Cairns-Yuras. These are only a few of the memories from Maria and are written as given to us. We do not guarantee historical accuracy for this or our other oral/written histories/memories. These are memories from the 1950’s/1960’s timeframe.
August 30th, 2008
My name is Thomas J. Woznicki. I am 85 years of age, born December 10, 1919.
I was born in the Tremont area and resided there for 30 years, then moved to the Brooklyn area after my marriage. Our family resided on West 7th Street (2443) during our childhood and then moved to West 14th Street in 1936. While living on West 7th, we did go to the Lincoln Bath House and recreation center at times. The neighbors that we knew and associated with were Guzik, Harchar, Brookes, Proszek, Lestechin, Lapinski and Barr families. Read more …
July 27th, 2007
October 5, 2005 Interview with Ted Woznicki at the Jefferson Library
Interview done by Mollie Alstott and Eileen Sotak
Mollie: What is your age?
Mollie: What years did you live in Tremont and where did you live?
Ted: I was born on W. 6th St. originally and uh incidentally, at that time all births were done by midwives. You didn’t go running to a hospital. And then we moved from there to W. 7th St., and I lived at 2443 W. 7th which is at the intersection of Jefferson and W. 7th.
Mollie: What did your house look like?
Ted: Well, we had really a 3-family house. Our family lived on the first floor and the front of the house had a small bakery store. My mother sold baked goods and upstairs we had two suites, two rental suites. Read more …
June 2nd, 2007
Interview with Mary Hennel on April 29, 2005
Interviewer was Eileen Sotak
Eileen: Did you have indoor plumbing in that house when you were little?
Mary: We had to go outside.
Eileen: What was that like, was that scary?
Mary: Oh yeah, especially at night at 2-3:00 in the morning. Sometimes you would see a rat go by.
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June 2nd, 2007
“The South Side, the Tremont area, is a hillcrest neighborhood five minutes south of downtown Cleveland. North, south and east of it is The Flats, the industrial valley of the city.
The South Side was home. It was immediate family. It was aunts, uncles and cousins. It was schoolmates whose parents were Polish, Ukrainian, Russian, Slovak, German, Irish, Greek and Syrian. It proved to be a stage deep and wide enough for any dream.
The South Side was St. Augustine’s Catholic Church, St. Theodosius Russian Orthodox Church, Pilgrim Congregational Church—and fourteen others. It was Tremont Elementary School and Lincoln High. It was the Merrick House, one of the oldest settlement houses in the city. It was the Dinky, a yellow trolley pretty in memory as a toy. It was Lincoln Park, a square block of grass, trees, playgrounds and benches. A man named Dominic used to sit on a bench, smoke his pipe and talk about the old country, dream about it, as he must have talked and dreamed about the new. It was Fairfield Hill with three and sometimes four layers of children on a sled whistling down the January dark. It was the Jennings Theatre with nickel movie matinees every Saturday and Sunday afternoon; with love and innocence conquering all in double features every night; with dishes on Wednesday; with Banko and cash prizes on Saturday.
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March 27th, 2007