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This is the story of my neighborhood.  The people, the places, and the events that shaped my life, and continue to guide me as I try to make it through the world.  This is for anyone that wants to read it.  Mostly it’s for my family.  Especially the younger generations, my nieces and nephews, my kids, my grand kids.   If you like it, keep coming back.

6 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Abe Armendariz on November 18, 2011 at 3:37 am

    This has got to be the most exciting thing I have seen this year. I’m so glad that you have found an avenue to get this information to all us kids. I can’t wait for the next entry! Thanks Uncle Mike your the man!

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  2. Abe, I really do want to do this for you kids. When I was growing up, we always got together as a family like we do now, but it was a generation and two generations back and I was as old as your little one and my grand kids. I remember sitting around and listening for hours to Uncle Danny and Uncle Kenny and Uncle Ray tell stories. And even further back, listening to the great uncles and Grandpa Barnett and Grandpa Medved sit and BS in the station or the pool hall. They’d tell us stories that, at the time, seemed so unbelievable that you would never have bought in if there weren’t four other old guys there saying that it happened.

    We don’t get to do that enough. Stories get lost. I’m 55. I have a hard time remembering what I had for lunch yesterday, so I need to get this down somewhere. I hope you guys get something out of it. If not, that’s OK, because you can’t imagine the emotions that I go through when I start writing this stuff down. I’m enjoying it a lot, but I know before it’s over, I’m going to be in trouble 😉 I’m sure Grandma and Grandpa might just sit there and shake their heads at some of this, but it all turned out good. I lived to write about it.

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  3. Posted by Ron Bjork on December 9, 2012 at 7:00 pm

    Enjoyed your stories Do you know much about Eilers Bar? I used to exercise with Matthew Glavich. What a great guy. I grew up on the east side. Ron bjork

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    • Sorry I didn’t see this Ron. I’ve been having some issues that kept me away, but I’ll be getting a bit more active. Eiler’s Bar! Yeah. My Aunt Elsie Kocman, and then my cousin Joe Kocman and his wife Pam, were all owners in the past. My Auntie Elsie was the daughter of Mrs. Glavich, who we used to call Peppa. I spent a few hours there in the past!

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  4. Posted by Shelley Fisher on December 31, 2013 at 12:54 pm

    My grandfather, Joseph Skufca grew up on Spruce street 80 years ago and is so proud to be a bojon! I am reading this blog to him as we sit in St. Mary’s hospital and he is just glowing! Thank you!

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    • Awesome! I had some friends that lived up in the 1300 block of Spruce when I was a kid. We’d play basketball up at St. Francis School. I hope your grandfather is doing ok. I’m proud to be a bojon too! My mom gave me two of the most awesome Christmas presents this year. She just got out of intensive care and she gave us all her story of growing up in Bojon Town! She typed it up and printed a copy for all of her kids. It’s awesome! I hope more Bojons of every age write their stories for their kids and grandkids. I’ve connected up with so many friends and one of my nieces even said I’m cool!

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