Linda Daniels Growing up in Parchester Village (1)
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Musing life experiences. Where I grew up and coming of age. I grew up in Parchester Village. A community of African Americans that was built in 1949. It gave we a sense of community and nature. It was built between two railroad tracks near the San Pablo Bay. Outside of the suburban community was a natural environment full of eucalyptus trees and a small beach like shore line.
There was also a light house. I remember the fog horn and falling asleep to its sound.
The Village as it was called. Almost probably 99 percent of the community owned their homes. Most of families were two parent households. The community was well kept. No throwing of garbage. We had a back yard, a front yard and two side yards. I loved playing on the front yard with friends and looking for 4 leaf clovers. We watched the bees and tried to catch them into jars or nets.
We has a peach tree in the back yard and a vegetable garden. We had a rose bush. Me and my friends would pluck the thorns and connect them. We would pluck the rose petals and say he loves me or he loves me not. We had adolescent crushes on imaginary boy friends.
We had a blackberry bush. We had strawberry patches. We had lillys that would bloom in the spring along with the strawberries. I remember snap dragons and a beautiful bird of paradise plant.
We had a patio in the back yard where we played two squares. We played checkers and Chinese checkers. We played Jacks and pick up sticks. We liked playing old maids.
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It sounds like you have such fond memories of growing up in Parchester Village! The sense of community and connection with nature seems like it was a special part of your upbringing. From playing in the front yard to exploring the natural surroundings, it sounds like you had plenty of adventures and cherished moments with friends. And those games you played in the back yard must have been so much fun! It's wonderful to hear about the simple joys and bonds formed in such a close-knit community.
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