Roosevelt Elementary School
1967-1968 was a year of big transitions. Puberty arrived with a vengeance that year.
My parents, who’d first separated in 1962, finally gave up on their on-again/off-again reconciliation and divorced. There is a line in the original Airport movie; “It is better to come from a broken home than to live in one.” Amen!
We moved to an apartment over a beauty shop on Romayne Avenue in Racine. It wasn’t a bad place but we would only live there a year. Google Maps shows it is still there and, surprising, still a beauty shop. When we lived there the second floor porch was not enclosed but it otherwise looks about the same.
I started yet another new school where I didn’t know anyone. It was my 5th elementary school but would become my favorite.
My maternal grandmother, a widow by then, sold her home in Southern Illinois and moved in with us. I suspect that was a bigger adjustment for my mother than for me. Grandma brought a lot of ‘stuff’ with her. I had my own room but it contained both a twin and a double bed. I still have the bedspread from that double bed.
My mother began dating. Among her gentlemen callers was a man she’d known in high school. He wanted her to marry him and move back to Southern Illinois. She declined. She would eventually marry him but it would be another 30 years before they tied the knot. He was nothing if not persistent.