I have been remiss about blogging recently, ever since our house was sold for real this time. At first I didn't want write about the sale because I thought I might jinx the deal. Then when it was obvious that the deal would close, we were so busy organizing the move that I didn't sit down to write. I kept thinking up good titles for my blogs, though. They include Sunny and Hot, Mazes and Skeletons, Good-bye to Spiderman, He Was Playing Real Good for Free. Sunny and Hot was the week of the move. The weather was quite warm, and we felt sunny meeting the buyer who seem to care so much about our house. He walked through the landscape with us taking notes and even said he hoped that we'd leave the basketball hoop (which has been looking a little ratty). Mazes and Skeletons would have been the day that I packed up things I saved from Cliff and Phil. They both did a series of plastic plates and cups when they attended The Little School. Cliff liked to draw mazes. Phil loved skeletons. Those plates really brought back the memories. Good-bye to Spiderman would have been the blog for the day Larry sold his comic book collection to a buyer (Terry)from CA. Terry spent a couple of days with Larry in the self-storage room going over his collection and explaning his valuations. Larry ended up feeling fine about selling. He Was Playing Real Good for Free would have been my blog for the first Sunday we were at our new townhouse in Wallingford. I was unpacking and organizing the kitchen (a huge job). I had the windows open and started to hear a neighbor playing jazz on his trumpet. What a fine experience--I knew that I wasn't in Bellevue anymore. I really like my new neighborhood. Just walking around is a treat.
Now to the experience that made me sit down to write. Murder at the Edison Apartments!! That is the apartment building in Everett that my grandparents, then parents owned and operated. I grew up there. It was always full of tenants who seemed to get along and were like family. It came as a shock to hear that a tenant (my age) got in a fight with the landlady and stabbed her. I will follow up after I learn more.
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Hi Paula. I have no idea if you will get this message because it looks as though you haven't posted in a couple years. At any rate, I saw your blog in 2010 when I googled the murder of our landlady, Judy, and your post on the Edison popped up. (Oh, to live in the world of information!) I was curious because we bought the Edison Apartments about 8 years ago so I read your blog with fascination. Your family owned it for over 50 years--wow! I'd meant to contact you a long time ago, but life was busy and I never got to it. But then yesterday, a man who has been doing remodel work at the Edison told me he found a time capsule buried under the tub of the apartment above the garage and I immediately thought of you. There was a note in it written by a six-year-old girl by the name of Penelope Matthews. (or Paula?) That must be you!! Unfortunately the worker put it back before I could see it, but not before he put a picture his own six year old daughter drew. How interesting! Just thought you'd like to know that a part of your family still lives in the old walls of the Edison!
ReplyDeleteIf you'd ever like to meet for a cup of tea, my husband and I would dearly love to hear the history of the complex. Contact me if you feel like it.
Blessings,
Eileen Casler
killian77@comcast.net