When they closed Perkins Street hill, we made do with the hill on 5th Street next to St. Mary’s Church. That was fine except for the slight curve in the street which caused several crashes over the winter. During this time Dad would also in the evening tie up to 14 sleds and boys behind his truck and pull us through the neighborhood, and we loved that too.
My father sold Philco appliances which include refrigerators and washers and dryers. And they came in cardboard boxes. I rapidly found that a huge hunk of cardboard was as much fun sliding down a hill as a sled, more actually. And that cardboard sled lasted a long time as long as it stayed somewhat dry. Dad was a good appliance salesman so I had a pretty steady supply of cardboard sleds for me and my friends all winter. I also found that in the summer if you wet down a hill that was mowed and full of grass or if the grass was only slightly wet wow was that fun sliding down on the cardboard slab.
Between the sledding, snow forts and snow ball fights our winters were fun and enjoyable. As we got older other things were added to the mix. We would go to Herkliss Pond on Fort Wayne Road by the railroad tracks and ice skate. My parents were adamant that I NOT go as they felt if I would to fall through the ice. I would be toast. And as most all youngsters I paid little attention to them, unless they happened to be around. It seems my parents felt that the pond was full of fallen trees and limbs and were concerned if I should be caught underwater if I did indeed fall in. I was not to swim there in the summer for the same reason which again sort of got lost in translation. I liked fishing there too. And the hobo jungle was near by and they were fun people too.