I thought about putting these photos directly on to Facebook, but as Rod Stewart would say almost every picture tells a story, don’t it? One of the posters on the Growing Up in Logan/Olney Neighoborhoods in the 50s and 60s Facebook page (Helene) asked whether I was scared while driving/walking around taking the photos. One might say apprehensive best describes the sensation, but not fear. I was too focused on taking it all in. Let’s travel north on Louden from my house on the corner of 10th, working our way toward Cooke Junior High. The first block north of 10th is Warnock, and looking from the corner of Warnock northward is still a very pretty view.
When I was a teenager, and the neighborhood began to “turn” in the vernacular (the turnover fueled in part by blockbusting realtors – a story for another day), Warnock was a popular destination for the first minority families. This I was told was because the homes had 5 bedrooms and it was not uncommon for two families to share the home to offset expenses. The homes in Logan never varied much more in pricing from the $12,000 to $14,000 range. One of the first families to move in across the alleyway from us was headed by a very refined African-American woman, and we were delighted to have her as a neighbor. Yet within months we saw a moving van outsider her home on Warnock one day. “Why are you moving?” I asked. “See the families that have been moving in on this block”? she replied. “They’re the type I moved here to get away from”. I was in my late teens at the time, and must have had an incredulous look on my face, because she added: “Wait until a year or two goes by, and you’ll understand.”
Continuing up Louden, looking southward, 11th Street is the demarcation where housing picks up again. Seeing that corner bare that was bustling with commerce back is eerie.
As you continue northward, a mural makes its appearance on the south side. It looks upon me as it to say: “You’re out of place here”.
As you make your way to the end of the block, the stately Jay Cooke Junior High School comes into full view, still magnificent, occupying a full city block in its totality.
On the northeast corner of Louden across from Cooke is a corner store that like all corner stores has no doubt changed identities through the years, but not configuration.
Just a few steps further north on Old York Rd. you’ll see the rear of the old Broad theater, it’s letters indelibly set in stone.
How many of you knew that after a few more feet, on the Cooke side of the street, exists a street that runs for only one block by the name of Eleanor?
Reverse directions and come back to Louden, for the view northward from Old York Rd. That is the little parking lot of a PNC bank across from Cooke Junior High.
Walk down the block to Broad St. and look left. The sidewalk still glistens.
Glance westward and you’ll spot the old Logan theater across Broad St.
Glance northward on Broad and you’ll see the marquis of the old Broad theater still jutting out trapezoidally.
We’ll work our way further northward in Part 4. Walking around, and photo-documenting on foot, has been even more emotionally draining than I imagined it might be. Bittersweet memories.